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rukia-uchiha-98 · 3 months

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YOU SHOULD'VE TOLED ME ABOUT THIS GIRL!!!!!!!

I want mafia kita to thank me too 😩😩

A/N: I have been really into dark romance and shit, ever since I got that TikTok recommendation. I hereby present yakuza!Shinsuke Kita x Reader. Part 1/2

‘Shit. Shit. Shit! I am late!’, you curse yourself as you almost bolt out of the train, as soon as it stops and its doors open.

You accidentally ran into a lot of people, shouting quick apologies over your shoulder, still running to your workplace.

Thank the heavens for your stamina.

Finally arriving at the Tokyo Ambulance Rescue Station, you quickly run inside and each of your coworkers stops what they are doing to look at you.

Huffing and almost wheezing like you’re having an asthma attack, you step inside and head to the female locker room without looking at any of your coworkers.

Already feeling disgusted by your sweaty state, you change into your paramedic uniform nonetheless.

Now in fresh clothes, you trot your way to one of the ambulance vehicles, seeing your friend Makima checking the equipment in the backpacks and making sure everything is filled up.

Gulping in nervousness, you approach slowly.

“Glad you decided to show up. Almost done.” Makima tells you in a deadly calm voice. Makima is one of those people who despise being late, whether it's herself or someone she is waiting on. She is only a few years older than you but still your superior. Great, this is just your first month after graduating but you were so tired last night that you forgot to put on your damn alarm for the next morning.

Not that this is an excuse, but your showing up is all that matters right?

With shaking footsteps, you make your way into the vehicle and start apologizing in a rant.

“Makima I am so so sorry, I promise it will never happen again!”, you frantically explain yourself, still out of breath.

The long-haired redhead briefly looks at you before bursting out laughing and you don’t know if this makes you feel better or worse.

Giggling, she closes up the i.v. medication backpack and storages it back underneath the cabinet of the bandages.

“(Y/N) don’t worry about it really, shit happens to all of us. No one is perfect and everyone here at the station was late once. Even me.” Makima explains and you can feel yourself being able to breathe easier already.

Just when you were about to reply to her, your beeper went off with a loud annoying peeping voice.

You run to the rack, where your black jacket with your name and the words T.A.R.S. are stitched into, and hop into the passenger seat of the vehicle.

Reading the screen at the front, you groan at the message that the fire station has sent you.

‘PATIENT PROB OD, TROUBLE BREATHING, UNCONSCIOUS, UNRESPONSIVE ‘

It’s probably the troublesome homeless teenager Denji again. You have met Denji twice now. Once beaten up badly and lying knocked out cold in an alley where he was found by a couple of passengers. The other time you found him almost bleeding to death due to a deep stab wound in his thigh, which he explained he simply got mugged.

Nonetheless, you press the buttons for the siren and the blue lights, while Makima steps on the gas to rush to the scene.

The rush and adrenaline are running through your system, making your heart bounce in excitement. Saving lives in acute situations is your thing! It’s a working environment that always comes with new foreign things and patients. Each day is different, which is exactly what your brain needs. Even if you have to drive through the massive city of Tokyo, the different kinds of people and the stories you get to tell your parents sometimes, are worth their shocking and even disgusting expressions sometimes.

Once you were called to a restaurant, in which a patient had an allergic reaction and went into a nonlethal anaphylactic shock.

The patient told you that his date was so horrible, that he purposely ate onions, even though he is allergic to them.

All just to get away from her.

Shaking your head, the logic of men never ceases to amaze you.

Arriving at the scene, you see two people leaning over a young guy that is laying on the sidewalk. He is already turned to his side, making sure in case he needs to throw up, he doesn’t choke on his vomit. Mentally thanking these people for performing the stable lateral position on the unconscious boy.

You grab the mobile vital monitor and the backpack that includes material for giving an I.V. including meds and an infusion.

Before Makima grabs the breathing and the medical suction pump, she turns off the siren but leaves the blue lights on. Pressing the lock on the car keys, the ambulance is securely locked. Unfortunately, people tend to break into ambulance vehicles and proceed to steal the medications.

Both women are rushing to the patient, quickly going through the ABCDE approach, and they manage to load him onto the stretcher after making sure he didn’t overdose. His heart is beating abnormally fast, his blood pressure is at 75/40 and when you shine a small flashlight to take a look at his eyes, his pupils are dilated.

There’s no doubt about it, that Denji got his hands on cocaine.

After giving him Adrenaline and Naloxone, his condition stabilises and Denji begins to stir.

Blinking his eyes open, a bright light immediately greets him and Denji swears he died.

He feels incredibly nauseous and his head is spinning like he just went on countless rides on a spinning wheel.

You hover over Denji’s pale figure, a vomiting bag already in your right hand.

“Denji? Can you hear me?” You ask him in a concerned voice.

When Denji was about to answer, he rapidly sits up and snatches the bag out of your hand, and hurls right into it.

Rubbing his back in a comforting manner, you sit beside him on the stretcher.

Makima is giving a quick report to their station boss, before joining you in the vehicle.

The sight of Denji vomiting disgusts Makima, deciding to wait outside because she can’t stand the smell or sight of someone throwing up.

“Denji, I think we should really take you to the hospital, you’re only 16 years old, where did you even get this stuff?” You ask him in a worried voice.

“It’s none of your business, let me out! I need to go!” Denji snaps at you, beginning to stand up.

You know you shouldn’t fight someone who just woke up from a drug rush, so you let him stand up.

Standing on wobbly legs, he places his hand against the vehicle wall to stabilize his balance.

Breathing heavily out of his mouth, he was about to open the vehicle door when Makima already beat him to it.

Surprised that he is up, she moves to the side to let him step out of the vehicle.

Denji almost falls flat on his face and his pale face makes you even more worried about him.

“Denji, are you sure you’re okay? Do you want us to call anyone?”

“Stop acting like you fucking care about me. I am just a street rat. I don’t need your pity! Just leave me the fuck alone!” He angrily spits at you, like a moody teenager that got his phone taken away.

Makima and you are watching him walk away, still unbalanced but both of you leave him be.

“You’re welcome by the way for not letting you die today!” Makima yells after him. Denji shows his middle finger up in response and continues to stomp away.

Sighing in defeat, Makima and you get back into the vehicle and you are making your way back to the station.

Giving the report that the patient refused to cooperate and come with you, you drive back.

The clock strikes 22:00 and Makima and you are finally free to change after the night shift has arrived.

Farewelling Makima goodbye, you begin to walk to the train station.

Having your headphones in your ear, you scroll through your Spotify playlist and choose ‘Glitter and Gold’.

You had a really busy day and barely had a chance to go to the bathroom.

Entering the women’s restroom, you look up from your phone, and the sight before you freezes immediately.

Right in front of you stands a very tall guy with sandy-blonde hair, he has to be at least 6’1 and he is holding a lot of tissues against his arm, blood soaking each tissue.

The stranger holds a painful expression while putting pressure on his arm.

His muscled body is leaning against the sink, the blood on his upper arm dripping down right into it.

Brown eyes rapidly look in your direction, his face shining with curiosity.

Chuckling nervously, he starts talking with his deep voice.

“Don’t scream, don't call for anyone. Just got a little scratch on my arm.”

Blinking a few times at his wound, you slowly step towards him.

Your approach is making him tense, his non-injured arm moving to his side, where he holds a dagger in case you want to attack him.

“Your wound looks pretty bad. Don’t worry I am a paramedic, I can take care of that if you want to.”

The blonde-haired giant looks at you for a few seconds, making sure you’re not lying.

After a few moments of tense silence, he nods unsurely.

Breathing out slowly, you awkwardly glance at the door and at him a few times.

“Uhm. Just follow me then, I need to take a proper look at it. I have my materials at home so come home with me so I can patch you up properly.” You explain to him.

His eyes watch you carefully, hesitantly he nods and puts his maroon jacket back on.

“Do you have a belt or something on you?” You ask him as you both exit the public restroom.

The tall stranger nods and takes off his belt to hand it to you.

Grasping the belt you begin to tie it around his arm, so the wound hopefully stops the bleeding until you both arrive at your place.

Wincing at the tightness, he thanks you quietly.

As you both begin to enter the train, which is thankfully empty around this time on a weekday, you ask him what happened to his arm.

“Not that's yer business anyway, so I’d rather not say.” He avoids your curious look.

“But that wound is pretty deep! You need to go to the hospital and get that stitched up probably.” You try to reason with him.

“I am serious. Drop it.” He snaps at you with an angry frown.

Accepting his request, you decide to drop it.

With nervous hands, you glance down at the metro floor and wait in silence to arrive at your destination.

Ten uncomfortable minutes later, you both arrive at the subway station that is close to your apartment.

Unlocking the door with your key, you enter inside and wait for him.

The blonde hesitates for a few seconds, glancing down the hallway nervously before deciding that you’re not a threat, and enters as well.

Gently closing the door, you urge him to follow you into your bathroom where your medical kit lies underneath the sink.

You direct him to sit on the edge of the bathtub and he complies without question.

“I need to see your wound properly in order to clean it up.” You tell him while putting on medical gloves and setting the necessary materials like the stitching materials, disinfectant wipes, and fluid, and scissors.

He winces while rolling up his sleeve to present you with his injury.

You start by taking a wet washcloth and gently dabbing it around the area, quietly apologizing whenever he hisses and flinches away from the touch.

As you are now able to see the injury better, you see that it’s actually a bullet wound, hence the bleeding was so heavy.

Shocked that he has this kind of injury, you remember that he doesn’t want to talk about how he got it.

“Lift your arm please, I need to know if the bullet is still in the muscle tissue.“

He gives you an incredulous look since lifting his arm would only worsen his pain. Nonetheless, he complies.

Quickly looking around his arm you don’t see an exit wound, closing your eyes in pity for the stranger, you know what you are going to say next, definitely won’t be easy.

“Let me guess. That thing is still in there.” He looks to the ceiling of your bathroom with a tight smile.

“U-Uhm yes. I told you to go to a hospital. It needs to be surgically removed. I really recommend it Mr….”, you drift off as you don’t recall knowing his name.

He looks at you and realizes he’s never introduced himself to you properly.

“Name’s Atsumu Miya, ya can call me Atsumu.”

Later on, Atsumu enters the familiar door of the headquarters of the ‘Fox Den’ and lets out a heavy sigh.

The pent-up frustration from the fight with Karasuno, the pain, and the treatment that he had to bite through with you is making his body insanely tired from exhaustion.

Nonetheless, he needs to give a report to his boss, the leader of the Inarizaki gang of Hyogo.

Atsumu walks down the hallway that has multiple doors connected to it and since it’s awfully quiet, Atsumu guesses that most members are either asleep or away on missions.

Entering the lift at the end of the hallway, he presses the ‘5’ button for the conference rooms and where also the office of his boss.

Swinging back and forth on his heels, Atsumu waits until the elevator stops and continues his path to the room of the leader of Inarizaki.

Once he arrives at his destination, he knocks first, before entering.

“Hey Kita, 'm back from the mission." The blonde says when he steps into the office.

A man who has silver hair with black tips in it, is sitting at the desk and he briefly looks up from his laptop with a stoic face, before looking down again, continuing to type something down.

Ignoring the warm greeting of his boss, Atsumu plops down on one of the chairs in front of the desk and puts his arms behind his head to stretch.

Unfortunately, he completely forgot about the injury on his arm, immediately putting the injured arm down again with a winced hiss.

The head of the gang looks at his trusted friend before a slight frown of concern decorates his face.

“What happened?“ he asks in a calm voice.

“Oh, you know the usual. Just some fuckers from Karasuno in our territory and one of them fucking shot me.“ Atsumu explains while gently rubbing over his arm, feeling the wrapped bandage from you underneath his jacket.

His frown deepens at the mention of their rival gang, the Karasuno crows, but listens quietly.

“Do you need medical attention? Do you want me to send Ginjima or Riseki up?“ He continues to question him.

“Nah, I am good Kita. Got stitched up by this cute girl that I met while I was bleedin‘ out like a pig in a women’s restroom by the train station.“ Atsumu pulls his sleeve to reveal the bandage.

Kita glances at the bandage on his friend‘s arm, a mix between concern and anger but also suspicion haunts his face.

He slowly gets up from his chair and rounds his table with slow steps, making his way toward the older twin.

The injured man looks at him with curious eyes while raising his eyebrow in confusion.

The silver-haired man stares at one of his most trusted right-hand man with a neutral expression and puts his arms behind his back.

“Tell me more about this mysterious medic girl.“ He demands.

Atsumu grins mischievously at his boss and begins to tell him about his fight to the encounter of meeting you.

Yawning, you stretched out your exhausted limbs and climbed into your comforting blue soft blankets. The feeling of your head hitting the cushy pillow makes you sigh in bliss. It was a long day, first the rowdy patients, then getting vomited on by a drunk homeless person that almost overdosed, and then there was the injured blonde-haired stranger you met tonight. You’re not going to lie, it was a whole mountain of stupid to just invite a stranger over to your apartment. Anxiously, you remember, that he mentioned he didn’t want to go to the hospital to get patched up because he needs to stay anonymous.

The only question is…

Why does he need to do that?

Your thoughts are interrupted when your phone vibrates with a message. You curiously pick it up to see what the notification is.

Eyes widening in shock and also a concern, you glance at your screen.

Unknown number

‘Thank you for taking care of my friend. I would like to repay you some time for your kind service’

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyū!!#hq x reader #hq fluff #inarizaki #shinsuke kita #kita shinsuke x reader #kita shinsuke #yakuza!au #yakuza #haikyuu mafia

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Excuse me!

Why is it so freaking cute? It's not fair for my heart!!!

Part 2 of Osamu helping Atsumu asking you out 🥰❤️

Osamu should win an award for being the most patient man in Japan.

No wait.

For being the most patient man in the world right now.

The other day his brother ruined his chance of asking you out and now he is trying to help Atsumu win you over.

It’s almost been three whole weeks and Atsumu chickened out every time you would be nearby.

And each time Atsumu had a different excuse for his brother.

'I remembered that I had class duty'

'(Y/N) is in a bad mood'

'I forgot ta copy my homework off of Akari'

'I don’t look my best today'

'Uhh stomache'

'The stars are not in position for this today'

And Osamu had enough.

It’s gotten so bad, that Atsumu even dreamed about talking about you and since the blonde is right above the gray-haired twin in their shared bunk bed, Osamu needed to shove his pillow over his ears in order to get some sleep.

So the next morning, when Osamu packed his lunch for school with bags under his eyes, he sees Atsumu trotting down the stairs, still half asleep.

The Opposite Hitter watches as Atsumu munches on a piece of toast, getting crumbs all over the counter, pissing him off.

"Ya ready ta ask (Y/N) out today?" Osamu asks while closing his bento box, moving onto the next one to pack lunch for his brother as well, since Atsumu is incapable of making food for himself.

Next thing he knows, Atsumu is choking on the toast.

Osamu waits for him to calm down, staring blankly at his brother with his gray eyes.

Atsumu looks at his brother with an incredulous look on his face and he has tears in his eyes from all the coughing.

"What?!" The blonde sputters.

"It’s been three weeks, Tsumu. Get a move on before someone else does." Osamu explains as he packs lunch for his brother.

"But I-" Atsumu starts but Osamu pushes him against the closed fridge door with his forearm against his throat and finally snaps.

"Okay, listen here chickenshit. I’m fed up with yer whining. Yer goin' ta (Y/N) today, tell her how ya feel, kiss her an' lemme have some goddamn peace and quiet, ya hear me?!" The gray-haired twin has a raging fire in his eyes, not caring that he almost blocks off the blonde’s airway.

Atsumu nervously gulps and nods.

When lunch rolls around in school, Osamu almost drags Atsumu into the direction of your class room, when the twins see you standing near the open window, talking to Suna and Ginjima with your back turned towards Osamu and Atsumu.

As Osamu turns around to look at his twin, it’s like the Setter is frozen with fear.

"What are you waiting for? Go!" Osamu hisses at his twin nods his head into your direction as you’re continuing to talk to Ginjima and Suna.

"I can’t." Atsumu pales and takes a few steps back.

"Tsumu I swear ta the Gods, if yer not goin' ta ask (Y/N) out right now, I will ask her out!" Osamu growls, fed up with his brother being a scaredy cat.

"Ya wouldn’t dare." Atsumu growls right back at his twin.

"Depends on how this will go. Either ya ask her out, or ya will attend (Y/N)’s an' I’s wedding in the future." The Outside Hitter threats him.

"But yannow how much I love her! How could ya do this ta yer own flesh and blood!" Atsumu gets louder and the conversation is starting again to gain looks, including you as you look at them in confusion. Suna starts to smirk and gets his phone ready to record it.

Osamu feels the stares and gets behind Atsumu to push him forward.

"GO!"

"Fuckin' fine!" Atsumu hisses.

Nervously gulping down the big lump in his throat, Atsumu makes his way to you with shaky steps.

"(Y/N)? Can I talk ta ya for a second? Alone?" Once he reaches you, he finds his voice back, staring at Ginjima and Suna, hoping they get the hint and leave.

"Uhm…Sure. I’ll see you guys later." You bid farewell to the boys, telling Atsumu that you can talk in the empty classroom.

Ginjima looks very confused at Atsumu’s behavior but before he can question it, Osamu pushes his teammates into the direction of the cafeteria. Suna sighs and puts his phone away, following them to get some food for himself as well.

Back to you, you make your way to your assigned seat and sit on the table, due that your height is not the tallest, your feet barely touch the ground. As you face the nervous Setter, he closes the classroom door for some privacy.

Once he sees that you are sitting on your desk he makes his way over to you with slow steps, pausing to stand in front of you, leaning against the chair behind him a little bit.

"Listen (Y/N), 'm incredibly sorry for the way I was actin' the other day towards ya. I had a shit day an' didn’t mean ta let it out on ya." The Setter starts by apologizing to you first, face full of regret and sorrow.

"A shit day? Atsumu you told me that I 'should go and talk to my crush' instead. I just wanted to know if you were okay that day. You looked incredibly upset, like someone didn’t hit your sets right, causing your team to lose a game." You frown at him in disappointment and a little bit of anger.

''I-I know! It wasn't your fault, I promise! Well I mean it sorta was-" Atsumu rubs his neck, getting more and more keyed up.

"You're telling me I am responsible for YOUR asshole behaviour the other day?!"

This is outrageous!

"No no no! That came out wrong... What I meant was, that I was pissed more at myself cuz ya said ya have a crush already on someone else and it made me really mad…" The blonde looks like a kicked puppy and his cheeks are starting to redden a bit.

"Why would me having a crush on someone be something you’d get mad about?" Being absolutely flabbergasted, you don’t understand his reaction at all.

Unless…

It's like a sudden flash of realisation hits you.

OH. That's why he was so upset.

"So you got mad because you like me?" You try to tease him but it seems that it’s making Atsumu even more nervous.

"No! Wait- I mean yeah! Yer puttin' me under pressure!" He starts to get louder and in return, you get louder as well.

"It's either yes or a no Atsumu. Do you like me or not?? I am getting mixed signals here!"

"Yer yellin' is makin' me nervous!" His face starts to get red and you don’t know whether it’s embarrassment, fury, annoyance or something else, you can’t exactly pinpoint it.

"Atsumu, for once in your life, just restart that brain of yours and use it for something useful!" You start to get frustrated with his logic.

"Like what?!" He yells right back at you, getting frustrated with women's logic.

You get down from your desk, with your fists reaching for the collar of his school uniform shirt, pulling him to slam his lips against yours.

The sudden gesture causes the blonde Setter's brain to malfunction, causing an error in his nervous system, eyes staying wide open.

Once you're realizing what you are doing, you snap out of it, not knowing what suddenly came over you. Atsumu was blabbering nonsense and it seemed like the only logical thing to do was kiss the second-year.

When you pull back from the kiss, it's like Atsumu is in a daze. A confused, yet happy one.

"Oh.My.God. Atsumu, I-I don't know what came over me! Let's pretend this never happened! This was a mistake. I can scratch out the idea of having a chance with you-" You ramble on, starting to get into a panicked state that finally snaps the Setter out of his daze.

"Whatcha say?" His eyes full of hope.

Confused by his reaction, you’d expected him to be mad or upset but he seems… happy that you kissed him?

"That this was a mistake?"

He pouts at that.

"No, ya said ya didn’t have a chance with me. So yer sayin' ya like me?" His amber eyes shine with exuberance, looking like he is thrilled to bits.

"I-I… well… yes I do." You mumble the last part so quietly, that Atsumu barely hears it but hearing those words coming out of your mouth is music to his ears.

He dare even say it’s better than a no-touch-ace.

Before you can react, Atsumu quickly places his rough hands on your cheeks, pulling you into another kiss, this time more frenzy than gentle.

You don't know how to react but it's almost like a natural instinct to just kiss him back with as much passion that he puts into it.

Tilting his head to the side, he deepens the kiss, the tip of his tongue running along your lower lip and you immediately grant him access.

The Setter's moan is lost in your mouth as soon as his wet tongue caresses yours and his hands wander down to your waist, pulling himself closer to you, feeling the heat of his body against yours is very comforting and in return, you wrap your arms around his neck.

Carding your fingers through his soft bleached hair, you start to get lost in the lust that Atsumu is providing.

All of sudden, the moment gets interrupted.

"Hey (Y/N)? Have you seen- OH MY GOD I AM SO SORRY!" Kosaku barges in, immediately stopping at the sight of you and Atsumu kissing passionately.

You screech in surprise, while Atsumu just turns his head to see where the noise came from.

Yet, while you’re utterly embarrassed, Atsumu doesn’t let go of his hold on your waist, looking more annoyed that the two of you were interrupted.

"Ya mind? We’re kinda busy." The Setter says in an aggravated voice.

"Tsumu, shush." You gently push him off of you and hit his arm. He flinches at the violence of you, yet he thinks it’s the cutest thing when you are mad.

"N-No I uh… I was looking for Osamu and Suna, K-Kita wanted a word with them a-about their failed History exam." Kosaku stutters in high embarrassment.

"I think they went to the cafeteria. Send them my deepest condolences because of Kita's upcoming scolding lesson." You give him a small smile while still having a face as red as a tomato.

"T-Thanks (Y/N) will do... I’ll let you get back to it." Kosaku blushes deeply and closes the door on his way out.

"Urgh… this was so embarrassing." You let your heated face drop into the blonde’s chest and it moves with his laughing before he carefully grabs your chin and lifts your face up, making you look directly into his amber hues.

"So… does that mean ya forgive me?" The blonde rubs the tip of his nose against yours, chestnut-brown eyes staring down into yours with love and affection.

"Only if you buy me Dorayaki from the store." You grin at him, which he returns with one of his own before kissing you gently one more time.

"Deal." He whispers against your soft lips.

"So… you admit you were jealous? Riseki out of all people? A first year?" You tease him, as the two of you walk to the 7-Eleven that’s close to the school. Atsumu promised to take you to a proper date, once he gets his allowance again next month.

"I WAS NOT!" Atsumu lies in shame.

His response made you giggle and the Setter can’t help but smile at your reaction, causing him to fall in love with you even deeper, as he pulls you into his side, kissing your temple lovingly.

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rukia-uchiha-98 · 3 months

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Israel isnt a country, no.

Settler Colony ✅️

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rukia-uchiha-98 · 3 months

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DACSDBAMNFNDJAJFKHEHFNOWOHRXJ!!!!!!!

This is so fluffy I almost cried 🥺🥺🥺

And now I'm having a very severe baby fever 😩😩😩

One kuroo tetsurou please

Your seven-year-old son Haruto is currently watching 'Bluey' on the carpet in the living room, eating his Lucky Charms cereal, when both you and Tetsurō walk into the living room.

"Bud, put the TV on mute, we need to talk about something." Tetsurō crosses his arms and you stand next to him with a smile on your face.

Haruto frowns and puts his unfinished bowl down, looking at you and your husband.

"Am I in trouble?" The little ravenette asks, looking a little bit scared that he did something wrong.

"You’re not in trouble, Haruto. Your mum and I wanted to… deliver some news." Tetsurō tries to comfort him but it only makes the little ravenette feel worse.

"Okay?…" You can see that your son pales a little bit and you’re scared he’s going to throw up on the carpet on how nervous he looks.

You crouch down to his level, your smile comforting his uneasiness a little bit.

"You’re going to be a big brother Haruto. We're having a baby." Your gentle voice calms him down a little bit more and Haruto understands and begins to frown.

"But I don’t want a sibling."

Kuroo sighs and scratches the side of his neck, looking at you for help.

You gave your husband an annoyed look before looking at your son again with a smile.

"Haru, I know this change may be scary but I am sure that you will be as excited as me and daddy when we welcome your little sibling into the world." You ruffle his black messy hair and when your posture is straight again, Haruto can see a very little bump on the lower part of your stomach. He actually thought that maybe you ate a little bit too much of food from last week but since you’re about to change, the little ravenette feels like his world is going to change as well. And not in a good way.

You and Kuroo leave the room and Haruto tries to focus on his show again, but the thought of having to share everything with another kid in the household is making his stomach twist with jealousy.

The next morning after you left for your ultrasound appointment, Kuroo stays behind to watch your son while also having to work from home.

Haruto walks over to see his dad at the kitchen table, working as it seems.

He holds his penguin plushie close to his chest when he starts talking to his father.

"Dad?" Haruto looks at his father, who is typing a lot down on his laptop with a concentrated face.

"Hm?" Tetsurō keeps his face focused on his laptop, writing something down on his notepad that lays next to it.

"When does my new brother arrive?" Haruto asks curiously.

"Well, we don’t know yet and we don’t know if you get a brother or a sister."

"Why not? I thought you said I will have a sibling?" Haruto‘s face scrunches up a bit.

"I know. But it’s too early for that to know, buddy. Mum has to grow your sibling and until her stomach gets a little bit bigger, we don’t know for sure yet if it’s going to be a girl or a boy." Tetsurō looks at his son from his peripheral vision, seeing that his son's face angers up a bit.

"I don’t want a sister."

"Well, mum can’t influence that either. Why are you against having a sibling anyway? Mum and Dad thought you would be happy about the news."

Haruto looks down at his bare feet, losing the grip on his plushie.

"A brother or sister would mean I have to share my room, my food and you and mommy." Haruto mutters in shame, a hint of hurt and sadness mixed in his words.

Kuroo sighs, turning around so he fully faces his son.

"I know that change can be scary, Haru. But I promise you, once your sibling arrives, you’re going to be happy to have one. Think about uncle Bo, he has four kids. All of them are happy that they have each other." Kuroo says with a little smile.

"But they fight over food and their toys sometimes." Haruto explains while looking up at his father.

"I know but even mum and I fight sometimes. It’s normal to fight with someone sometimes. It would NOT be normal if they never fight or if they fight all the time. When I was your age, my mum, your grandma, and my dad would fight all the time. In the end, it was just me and your grandma. Your dad only had uncle Kenma as a friend in the beginning and back then, I would have done anything to have a sister or a brother."

Haruto looks at his father with a sad expression, tears starting to collect in his eyes as he runs to his father and hugs his legs very tightly.

Kuroo is quite shocked by the action but chuckles heartily as he cards his fingers through Haruto's hair, comforting him.

Haruto calms down and accepts the fact that he will be a big brother.

Over the next few months, Haruto watches the change in his mother, physically and emotionally.

Your stomach begins to grow more and you cry over the silliest things. (At least in Tetsurō‘s opinion)

You cried a full hour because a butterfly hit your windshield, your husband brought you your favorite flowers and you felt nauseous after smelling them, causing you to feel bad because you can’t enjoy them, saying that Tetsurō wasted his money. You’re eating the weirdest and most disgusting food combinations, sometimes having corn dogs and dipping them in Joghurt or other times especially in the mornings, you eat hot flaming Cheetos with mint chocolate chip ice cream.

Right now, Haruto looks in concern with his hazel eyes at you, as you are eating vanilla ice cream with tuna chunks in it.

"Mum, why can you have ice cream for breakfast and I can’t?" Haruto pouts.

Kuroo snorts behind the rim of his coffee mug.

"You’re not concerned about the tuna in the ice cream?" He chuckles as he looks between you and his son.

You continue to savor the food in your mouth when you shot your husband a nasty glare for that comment.

It makes Kuroo gulp in nervousness.

"I am craving this. Now be quiet and let me enjoy my food, Tetsū." You snap at him.

"Yes, ma'am." Kuroo replies with a shaky voice.

Haruto glances between the two of you and giggles at the exchange between his parents.

Exactly four months later, Haruto is sitting in front of the entrance door, anxiously waiting for his parents to come back.

Kenma is watching him, since your water broke in the middle of last night, having to go to the hospital for delivering Haruto's baby sister.

Currently, the dyed blonde is gaming on his Nintendo switch when he looks over at his godchild. Haruto is sitting in front of the door like a dog waiting for its owner to get home. He looks incredibly worried and rightfully so, since last night was pretty hectic and you looked in so much pain that all Haruto wanted to do was comfort you.

Before Haruto knew it though, his father called Kenma in a panic and not even twenty minutes later, the pro gamer showed up at their doorstep. He was never that fast at their house.

With a last quick goodbye, you and Kuroo were out the door and it’s already been over 15 hours.

Haruto did not like this one bit.

You were in pain and it was caused by his stupid sibling that he was actually excited for.

Kenma is very tired after being woken up by the former Middle Blocker at 1 am last night but still, he needed to watch Kuroo’s son.

Nekoma's former Setter is looking at him for a few more minutes until he decides that they should do something, to get Haruto’s mind off a bit.

"Hey little gremlin, want to watch some SpongeBob?" He offers.

Haruto looks at Kenma and gets up from his sitting position to join the former Setter on the couch.

During an episode, Kenma's phone vibrates with a message from the roosterhead.

'Lost count of how many times (Y/N) has threatened to kill me. Bones in my right hand are crushed to death. Say hi to Himari Kuroo. How is Haru?'

A picture follows underneath the text message.

It’s a picture of a newborn in a soft pink cat beanie and it’s swaddled up in a white blanket with cartoon kittens all over them, appearing to be sleeping.

Kenma smiles at the picture, happy that everything went well despite the long labor that you had to go through.

'He is fine. He keeps staring at the door like a little dog, wating for its owners to get back.' How is (Y/N)? The blonde texts back.

‘She’s good, exhausted af. She’s been sleeping and eating mochis for the most part. Really missing Haru as well.'

'How about I drive Haru to you? That way he can see you and (Y/N) and (Y/N) can see Haru again.' Kenma offers.

'👍🏻😌'

Kenma turns to the little ravenette and sees that he is looking down at his penguin plushie with a sorrow expression.

"Come on little gremlin, let’s go see your parents and your little sister."

Haruto's face snaps up to his godfather and he smiles excitedly.

The two of them are driving to the hospital where you delivered and Haruto keeps swinging his short legs back and forth, excited to see his mama and his papa again.

When Kenma and Haruto walk through the doors of the hospital, people are gushing over the two of them, causing Kenma to feel slightly uncomfortable because they think Haruto is Kenma’s son.

When they reach the labor and delivery unit, Kenma asks for your name and the nurse at the front desk leads them to the room you’re staying in.

Haruto is too hyper to contain his excitement and runs to the room, almost slamming it open.

The sudden opening of the door startles you and Kuroo but quickly changes to happiness to seeing your son.

"Mama!" Haruto climbs on the bed towards you and your raging hormones are making you cry when you finally have your boy back in your arms.

"Haru, be careful! Mum had surgery done on her stomach!" Kuroo scolds his son and tries to pull him off of you.

"It’s okay, Tetsu. He just missed us." You soothe your husband while caressing the little ravenette’s head and back.

Kuroo joins your side on the bed, wrapping his arms around you and his son, feeling at peace.

Kenma watches the scene with a fond look before deciding to give the three of you a little privacy.

Remembering why he came here in the first place, Haruto wiggles out of his mother’s embrace and sees that your stomach has shrunk down.

"Where’s my baby brother?" He asks in curiosity.

"You have a sister, Haru. Her name is Himari and she is currently with the nurses, she needed to be weighed." You explain to him, brushing the messy strands back.

Just as he was about to reply to you, the nurse walks in with Himari and Haruto sits up straight to be able to see his sister.

He scooches back a bit into the arms of his father and watches intensely as a little bundle of wrapped blankets is handed back carefully to you.

"You want to say hi to your little sister?" You whisper in a gentle tone, unwrapping some of the blankets so your son can see his little sister better.

"She looks like a mochi." His amber eyes shine in excitement.

"She does. Make sure you protect your little mochi, okay Haru? She depends on her big brother."

Haruto nods enthusiastically and carefully touches her face and giggles a bit at her scrunched up face.

Later on, Haruto is knocked out from being up for so long and is sleeping soundly against his father while you feed Himari.

"Tetsu, you’re staring." You say while breastfeeding your newborn, not taking your eyes off of Himari.

"Sorry, kitten. Can’t help myself." Kuroo smirks in mischief as he continues to look at you with love and affection while Haru is sleeping soundly against his chest.

Kuroo can’t describe the words how happy he is to have a family with you. He hopes that in the future, Haruto and Himari will grow up close and maybe if he plays his cards right, have another bundle of joy with you in the future.

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rukia-uchiha-98 · 4 months

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This is so freaking cute I can't breathe 😩😩😩❤️❤️❤️

We need more of this 😩💘💘

The stadium is bursting with life and energy, people are ready to watch the long awaited game between Argentine and Japan‘s national volleyball team.

You came over to watch your husband play against his high school rivals, it’s been a dream of his ever since he left Japan.

Currently, you’re having a big heart attack, since you only turned around for a second to buy some onigiri snacks for you and your son, to find out said four-year old was just gone.

Panic flows through your veins along with adrenaline, you’re looking for that little brunette boy everywhere, when you remember that Mathéo has probably gone to look for his father.

Luckily at that time, Hajime Iwaizumi, 27-year old Athletic Trainer is currently helping Team Japan stretch for warm up when a heard a familiar voice of a child calling his name.

When the former Ace turns around in confusion, he sees Oikawa‘ son, running towards him with big excitement in his dark brown orbs.

'Mathéo surely is a solid copy of his father.' Iwaizumi thinks as he greets his godchild.

"Mathéo, why are you by yourself? Where is your mum or your father?" The brunette crouches down as he looks around in concern to look for you or his best friend.

When you spot your son with Iwaizumi, you breathe out a big sigh of relief but you have to scold your son for pulling a stunt like that.

When the Athletic Trainer hears you, he is relieved that you found him and your son. But he is also happy to see you again, last time he visited you and Oikawa was almost over a year ago.

"Mathéo! Don’t do that again, I was looking everywhere for you! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" You scold the young boy and he looks incredibly guilty, almost ready to cry when he hears that you were so worried.

"I am sorry, mama. I just saw uncle Hajime and I wanted to say hello."

You sigh, feeling bad but also relieved that he is okay.

"I know but don’t run away from me again. Be glad it’s me scolding you and not your father."

"Yes, mama. I'm very sorry." Mathéo looks to the floor for a second, before looking at the Japanese players again, watching them with amazement and a big gleam in his eyes.

When you get up again from your crouched position, Iwaizumi notices something about you.

Your belly is having a small bump again.

"Has Shittykawa really knocked you up again?" He snickers a bit and raises a brow at you in amusement.

"Please don’t remind me, I had a moment of weakness with those eyes of his. Besides, Mathéo really wished for a sibling. He is already four years old. Can you believe that?" You look at your son in amazement and love, he looks exactly like his father, except that he has a very quiet personality, more like yours.

"How far along are you?" Iwaizumi interrupts your thoughts, looking at you with a smile, folding his arms.

"13 weeks now, Tōru really hopes for a girl this time." You grin at the brunette rubbing your stomach a bit.

"You shouldn’t run though, it’s not good for you during your early pregnancy." Still ever the concerned mother duck, Iwaizumi scolds you a bit.

"I know, I know, I was just in a huge panic mode, because I couldn’t find him." You sigh with a smile.

Iwaizumi smiles at you yet again and unbeknownst to you, a few players stopped their warm up, watching the interaction between you and their Athletic Trainer.

"I didn’t know Iwaizumi had a family." Hakuba states.

"Damn, she’s super hot. Too bad she is married ta our Athletic Trainer." Atsumu wiped a towel across his face, his brown eyes still captivated by the woman.

Hinata hears his teammates talking and looks over and sees Iwaizumi and a beautiful, breathtaking woman standing next to him, talking and laughing. For some reason you look very familiar but he can’t remember exactly where he has seen your face before.

All of sudden, you depart from Iwaizumi and the young boy who was watching the Japanese team, comes up to you to hold your hand.

When you turn a bit to see the players, you spot Hinata, giving him a bashful smile and a small wave at him, walking to the sides to look for your husband and his team.

Hinata can’t help but feel like you look extremely familiar, that young boy really reminds him of a certain brown-haired Setter that was once and honestly still is Kageyama‘s archenemy.

Iwaizumi turns back to the group and sees that some of the players are giving him weird looks.

"What?" He asks harshly into the round.

"Since when do you have a wife and a kid??" Suna frowns.

"What are you talking about?" Iwaizumi frowns back in confusion.

"The goddess of beauty itself that was just standin' next ta ya a minute ago." Atsumu clarifies.

"Also, I don’t know if you noticed but the kid looks nothing like you." Kageyama adds as well.

Iwaizumi finally understands but can’t help himself to be ticked off by Kageyama‘s last comment.

"Because she’s not? You have known me for what?Almost four months? You ever seen a ring on me or that woman visiting me at work? She is only a very good friend of mine. She used to be Aoba Johsai’s manager." The Athletic Trainer explains.

"That’s why she looked familiar! Her name is (Y/L/N) (Y/F/N) isn’t it?" Hinata is very excited and hopes to talk to you again, after meeting you in Brazil with Oikawa together almost 6 years ago.

"Well, believe it or not, it’s actually Oikawa (Y/N) now."

Another voice chimes in, the sentence carried with pride and smugness.

Some of the players tense up and almost growl at the sight of Argentine‘s official Setter walking up with an agonizing smirk.

"Nice to see you again Shōyō. Hope you and the suckers behind you are ready to lose." Oikawa just loves to rile people up, seeing the reactions of them are always a blast for him.

"The fuck did ya just say-" Atsumu growls and is ready to physically fight the opponent Setter when they hear that exciting voice again.

"Papa!" At the sound of his son‘s voice, Oikawa immediately turns around with a big smile.

Little steps run towards the brunette and Oikawa bends down to his son‘s height to catch him.

Standing up again to his full height, Mathéo smiles widely with closed eyes as he hugs his father‘s neck.

"Mathéo, this is Shōyō Hinata, your pa played with him in Rio when he visited the city. Can you say 'hi'?"

Mathéo turns to the orange-haired Wing Spiker for a second and immediately hides his face in his father‘s neck.

"Sorry about that, got my dashing looks but his mother‘s shy personality." Oikawa chuckles a bit, patting his son lightly on the back.

Hinata walks a bit closer to Oikawa‘s son, being extremely good with kids.

"Mathéo, do you also want to play volleyball when you grow up like your papa?"

Mathéo turns again to look at the orange-haired Opposite Hitter and hides his face partly to look at Hinata while being attached to his father.

"I do." Mathéo whispers out, still wary of the stranger.

"Maybe later on, you can show Shōyō how good you can receive already." Oikawa suggests to his son and he slowly comes out of his shy shell and nods enthusiastically at his father’s words.

"After of course, your amazingly talented dad has beat every single player. Especially Kageyama or the blonde idiot that only ranked second place in Japan‘s best Setter." Oikawa‘s pointy finger booped the tip of Mathéo‘s nose and the little boy squeals in delight.

"Mama said you shouldn’t say those words. They’re mean." Mathéo scolds his father, who in return just scoffs lightly at the words.

"Mijo, I am just telling you the truth, watch the game and you‘ll see what I mean."

"Okay papa!"

Oikawa farewells Hinata and wishes him good luck.

When the Setter seeks out his wife, he sees her standing by the sides, talking to some of his teammates.

Making his way towards her, he feels a great amount of pride flowing through his system. He’s got a family now and he is ready to show the world what he’s got.

Unbeknownst to Oikawa, lots of looks of glowering eyes follow the Argentinian Setter‘s movements, getting riled up by his words, they are ready to fight.

Let the battle begin.

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rukia-uchiha-98 · 4 months

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#palestine #ceasefire

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rukia-uchiha-98 · 4 months

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Nothing to see here except an amazing hot mafia men 😩😩😩

I'll kill for them

A/N: Yakuza!Meian. That’s all I am saying.

TW: guns, cursing, violence, mentions of sex, suggestive themes, blood, death by shooting (this is a very violent OneShot ya‘ll, be warned)

"What’s on your mind?" Your gentle voice interrupts Meian‘s deep thoughts, as he is looking intensely outside his window from his penthouse, only wearing a pair of black shorts.

The ravenette turns his head around to look at you, watching as you get dressed into a discarded shirt of his from your previous steamy love session.

The colors of red and orange decorate the nude parts of your skin, your beauty highlighted by the sunset. Single bite marks are scattered around your thighs, on your left side he can see a grip mark beginning to show on your hip.

Meian admires your body for a bit before he sighs and turns around again to watch the ongoing traffic below.

"There was another incident downtown near Nagai Park. Inunaki and Barnes were on patrol and now Inunaki is badly injured. They were supposed to meet up with one of our clients but instead, the Adlers ambushed them."

You frown in concern at his words, walking closer to your lover, seeing the large Golden Jackal body tattoo that covers both of his shoulders and part of his upper back. Its body is surrounded by water, fire and lightning, looking like it’s creating the elements itself.

"How is his condition?" You wrap your arms around his waist, resting your cheek against his back, your head moving with every breath he takes.

"Critical but stable for the moment. I need you to do something for me."

Meian turns his whole body around and looks at you with determined eyes, making you retract your arms so he can place his hands gently around your face.

"Find out who exactly did this. I need a name and an address. Barnes said there were 3 of them but they all wore their eagle skull masks. You’re the best and stealthiest spy in the entire organization and I know I can trust you 100%." Meian rests his forehead against yours, a shuddering breath escaping him.

"My love, find the responsible person for this. Be careful and come back to me. I don’t know what I would do if I lost you."

You smile at his words, taking his hands off of your face so you can return the gesture to him. You lean up a bit to place a gentle kiss on his lips, a kiss which he eagerly returns.

"Give me three days, Shū. I promise, I won’t let you down." You whisper against his lips, feeling that they form into a smile.

"You never have. Just be careful please. I am counting on you my little doe."

With one last parting kiss, Meian lets you go, confident in your abilities that you will be able to find the traitor that knew about the meet up and told the Adlers about it.

Exactly three days later, you have the name and the adress and Meian’s first move is to hunt that person down and torture him for the pain that Inunaki has suffered through.

Inunaki is in a better condition now, still unconscious but according to their doctor, is getting better day by day.

When you texted him the name and address, Meian forwards the message to Tomas, Atsumu and Joffe, telling them to find and bring the person over in his office.

You’re sitting on Meian’s office desk, swinging your legs a bit, while your boyfriend paces like an angry tiger in a cage in his office, awaiting the return of his trusted members.

Pulling out your phone, you watch TikTok for a bit, when you hear shouts and rumbling noises coming from the hallway.

It seems like Meian hears it too because he immediately stops pacing and leans against his office desk, right next to you. A Glock 35 resting in his hands. You can see the popped up veins on his hand, a tight grip on his handgun, ready to shoot immediately. Jaw very tense, you’re scared that his teeth will crack under the pressure.

"Don’t shoot, Shū. I know you’re angry but listen to what he has to say first."

Meian grumbles but hands you the gun, which you take without hesitation.

You put the safety on but make sure that you have one in the chamber.

There is a knock on the door and Meian says that they can enter.

Not even a second later, the heavy wooden doors slam open and Atsumu walks in first, having blood spots on him but proud to have fulfilled his task.

Right after Atsumu walks in, Joffe and Tomas walk in, dragging in a middle aged man, who is a little bit more on the heavy side weight-wise. Neither Joffe or Tomas look hurt or injured.

The man looks pretty beaten up, most of his face unrecognizable due to all the beating he has gone through, no doubt caused by the three Jackal members. His once white blazer is almost torn to shreds and you can see multiple stab wounds bleeding through the fabric. Seems like he tried to put up a fight.

"We’re back boss an' we brought a guest with us. Found ‘im on the way ta the airport." Atsumu boasts, his eyes meeting yours for a second before moving his gaze down, knowing that he is technically not allowed to look at you.

Meian’s rules.

Joffe and Tomas shove the man down on the floor, looking equally angry as their boss.

The man falls directly in front of the ravenette’s feet, groaning in pain, trying to push himself onto his hands to get up.

He doesn’t get a chance to though, since Atsumu kicks into his side with great force, you’re sure you heard a rib or two crack. The man yells out in excruciating pain at the impact.

"Atsumu that’s enough, leave us." Meian sighs, a little bit calmer now.

"That’s for hurtin' our friend. Piece of shit." Atsumu growls but leaves the room.

Joffe and Tomas bow in respect and leave the room, closing the door behind them.

Meian takes slow steps towards the man, saying his name in a dark voice, that even you still get shivers from it every time you hear him talk like this.

"Toshiko Wantura. Did you really think you could run away from me without being caught? I have eyes and ears everywhere in this godforsaken country. Not to mention a beautiful, intelligent temptress who can find everyone, everywhere and at any time."

When Meian crouches down to look at the brown haired man, you put the safety off, in case Toshiko tries to pull something and your quick reflexes to dangerous situations are known in the entire prefecture of Osaka.

You doubt though that he would try anything, when you’re looking at the state of him, the boys surely have done some pre-work on the traitor. Surely, Atsumu did the most, since he had a lot of blood on him, probably from beating up Toshiko.

"I-I am sorry, i-it was not my intention-" Toshiko has to cough up some blood, staining the expensive gray carpet. Meian frowns in disgust at that sight and stands back up to stand next to you.

"Remind me to get a deep cleaning on the carpet." He leans to you and whispers it in your ear.

You nod with a giggle and Meian slightly smiles at the sound of it. He loves your laugh.

As soon as he looks back at the beaten down man, his warm expression changes immediately to a cold and angry one.

"I‘ll give you one chance. Why did you reveal our meeting spot to the Adlers?"

Toshiko remains silent, trembling with a mix of pain and fear. Nonetheless, he gets on his knees and looks between you and the boss of MSBY.

Without a warning, you use the Glock 35 and aim directly at his shoulder.

Meian doesn’t even flinch at the sound of the gun going off.

"OW! FUCKING HELL! YOU BITCH!" Toshiko screams in pain.

"Because you caught me on a good day, one more chance." Meian gets up again from his leaning position against the desk and walks around Toshiko like a predator, ready to charge and sink his fangs and claws into its prey.

The bleeding is enormous and rapidly staining more of his arm and shirt, you definitely hit an artery.

Holding onto his shoulder for dear life, Toshiko flinches as he holds his gunshot wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

You probably won’t have much time, the stab wounds and now the shoulder injury making the man paler by the minute.

"I-They p-promised to p-pay off all my debts… you have to understand… I-I was in so much debt from buying your stuff all the time… so they made me a deal…and I couldn’t refuse the offer… so they bought me a plane ticket so I can start a new life…" Toshiko shakes in fear.

Both you and the ravenette listened to his story, yet, if you fuck with Meian, you’re as good as dead.

"Hand me the gun, love." Meian says quietly.

You hand him the gun without question, knowing that Toshiko will see the light.

Meian walks towards Toshiko, you see him sweating bullets as he presses the gun to his head.

"Any last words?"

"P-P-Please, have mercy-" He stammers but his plead was cut off, as Meian pulls the trigger.

Toshiko falls over, the front of his body leaving a loud 'thump' as his head collides with the floor.

Blood starts to pool from him, leaving him in a huge puddle.

Meian sighs deeply, putting the safety on before turning around to look at you with his dark orbs.

"Shame. He was a good costumer until he ratted us out."

"One person isn’t going to decrease our sales, Shūgo. Also, he had it coming. Trying to run away from the yakuza? They can find you anywhere." You explain and watch as he steps closer to you.

It’s quiet for a few moments, until you speak again.

"You know, your fury and revenge for Inunaki are a huge turn-on." You say, while the ravenette cages you in, while you’re sitting on his desk, putting the gun down next to you.

"Are they now?" Meian smirks and you return a grin of your own, his pupils dilating with a hunger that you recognize in a heartbeat.

Leaning back on the desk, you scooch back a bit to fully lean back and Meian follows you, putting his hands next to you head and pressing rough kisses against your neck.

"You seriously want to fuck me while a corpse just a few feet away from us?" You giggle as his lips moved up towards your awaiting lips, a blissful sigh escapes him as soon as his lips touched yours.

"Oh please, we've done it at more… 'inconvenient' places and times. You remember how I made you scream my name on the dirty, bloody torture device table after I was done taking that one slime bag apart?" He mumbles between your lips.

"That was just last week, Shūgo." You giggle some more and Meian begins to pull your shirt up, caressing your soft skin.

"Mhm, how the year flies by." The big man says completely distracted by your scent and your sexy body.

You just lay back and enjoy, getting ravished by Shūgo Meian, yakuza boss of MSBY and a man completely enamored by his beautiful partner in crime.

@osamusriceballz @rukia-uchiha-98

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyū!!#hq x reader #haikyuu meian #meian x reader #meian shugo #msby #hq msby #msby x reader #haikyuu msby #msby black jackal #black jackals #yakuza #yakuza!meian #yakuza!au #miya atsumu

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rukia-uchiha-98 · 5 months

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@sassycheesecake

I WANT THIS ANIMATED!!!!

f1 driver omi with some atsumu on the side

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyū!!#sakusa kiyoomi

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rukia-uchiha-98 · 5 months

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SFJSGNDAGTAJURWYJFAK!!!!

Why is this super fluffy ?!

SPA day

Ushijima x fem!reader

hehehehe thinking of our clueless pookie bear ushijima getting pampered by a skincare girlie😙

"What is that?" he asked flatly when you held the first strange (atleast to him) product to his face.

He understood face foam cleansers and facial creams but a strange lip-shaped... thing completely eluded him. He never expected something so strange when he agreed to let you pamper him.

"It's a lip mask! it's gonna make those boring lips of yours all moist and plump!" You waved it in front of his face, smiling heartily. So that's how you get your lips to look so nice, he thought. "You're staring really hard at it, Toshi. Want plump lips so bad?"

"I have no use for plump lips." his simple answer made you giggle. To be fair, you had a hard time not giggling throughout this entire spa session. Wakatoshi looks surprisingly cute in a fluffy bunny ear headband. The contrast to his manly features and muscular body is almost artistic.

"Uh, yeah you do. You look more kissable that way." you playfully rolled your eyes, taking out the lip mask and gently placing it on his lips before he can say anything else.

"Now, for the under eye masks..." you dug through your pile of various face masks, taking out the perfect ones as Wakatoshi kept his eyes on you from the couch.

Kissable.... Now that he thinks of it, he definitely wants to look kissable to you. He loves receiving your kisses, after all.

You gently place on the under eye masks, smiling at how funny he looks.

He himself finds the experience oddly relaxing, his eyes slipping shut. He never quite understood why you spend so much time in the bathroom placing on masks and applying creams but he thinks he understands now.

You gently run a finger over the side of his face. "Yahhh, your skin is so soft now! We should do this way more often."

He doesn't need soft skin. It doesn't matter to him at all.

But to see you this happy, he would wear all the lip masks in the world.

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyū!!#haikyu x reader #x reader #ushijima imagine #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima x you #ushijima x y/n #ushijima wakatoshi x you #ushijima fluff #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu ushiwaka

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rukia-uchiha-98 · 6 months

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One Iwazumi Hajime please

husband!iwa who comes home in a cranky mood but his face lights up when he hears your honey laced voice greeting him. "haaaaji!! look i cooked your favorite dinner"

who is so head over heels for you that oikawa starts teasing him about how he's whipped. he is quick to shut him up with "of course i am a simp. she is the most beautiful person in the world and i am her husband. it's an honor, guzukawa. You won't understand."

who is always ready to spoil you. want that dress?? he got you. want those boots? he got you. once you jokingly talked about how much you'd like to have a cat (he's a dog person) and the next day there was a cute kitten meowing and greeting you when you came home from work.

#I WANT AN IWA IRL #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi fluff #iwaizumi hajime #iwazumi x reader #iwazumi hajime x reader #iwazumi hajime

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rukia-uchiha-98 · 6 months

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OMG 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

I'm IN LOVE 😩😩😩

I am want a franchise!!!!

I'm blushing and kicking my feet like a teenage lovesick girl!!!

Send help 😩😩😩💘💘💘

A continuation, aka part 2 to “When you meet for the first time” with Kuroo, Iwaizumi, Daichi and Akaashi (as requested by @rukia-uchiha-98)

Your first date with Kuroo, Iwaizumi, Daichi and Akaashi <3

With both of your grades going up, Kuroo was now able to rejoin his team at practice and you aren't going to fail your Science class anymore.

The ravenette was just minding his own business by walking down the hall with Kenma and Yaku by his side, when they heard your excited yelling.

Once you got your last test back with a 95, you looked for the Middle Blocker and when you found him, you literally jumped into Kuroo's arms out of pure joy and almost knocked him over.

Kenma and Yaku both left you be, the latter with a big smirk on his face. The ravenette returned your hug with big enthusiasm and when you told him about your grade, he was extremely happy.

"How can I ever repay you for helping me?" You smile at him, expecting maybe a 'Don't worry about it' or a 'You can buy me lunch one time' but not this.

"Go on a date with me. There's a new cat café that just opened up down the street and I am hereby asking you out." Kuroo grins with confidence.

"Uhm, I-" You start but get interrupted by the Captain.

"Great, I will pick you up at 2 this Saturday."

It seemed like Saturday couldn’t come fast enough but when the school week was over, you were so nervous to spend time with Kuroo outside of school.

You put on your best outfit and when you checked your phone, you saw that it was almost time.

Leaving your house, you saw Kuroo approaching and when he saw you, a nervous grin started to spread on his face. Running his hand through his usual messy hair, you can’t help but think that his casual clothes look even better than his school and his volleyball uniform.

His black hoodie with red strings and his black jeans complement each other well with his raven-colored hair, a pair of dark red sneakers complete his outfit.

Once he stands in front of you with his towering height, you can’t help but blush as well at his striking appearance.

Clearing his throat, Kuroo finally finds his words.

"Y-You look breathtaking. N-Not that you usually don’t! You just look so much different than in your school uniform. It’s a good different though!-" He starts to stammer and you think it’s the cutest thing, since he always looks so confident on the court and in class.

"I know I look good Tetsu. We can either stand here and I listen to your compliments or we can make our way to where you wanted to take me." You grin with mischief.

Snapping out of his rambling down, he chuckles nervously and agrees to the plan of taking you where he originally intended to take you.

Arriving in front of a cat café, you already see all kinds of sizes, colors and shapes of different cats roaming around the café.

Widening your eyes in amazement, Kuroo sees your excitement and holds the door open for you like a gentleman.

"Thank you." You smile brightly at him, which he returns with a blush.

The two of you ordered a hazelnut-flavored 'Catpuccino' and a dark chocolate-flavored 'Meowcchiato'.

As the date goes along, you can see Kuroo getting more and more comfortable, the longer he talks to you.

His shoulders loosen up, he leans forward on the table, never interrupts you and listens with great interest to every word you say.

Along with your conversations, cats jump up and down on your laps, on the table or they rub against your legs.

By the time the two of you are done with your drinks and petting all the cats, it was getting dark outside.

The Nekoma Captain stays close to your side, making sure you're out of the way of traffic and danger.

Wanting to test the waters a little bit, Kuroo brushes his fingers slightly against yours while he is walking you home.

When you felt his rough fingers against your own, you can't help but smile at his actions.

Assuring him you're fine with his attempt at physical touch, you intertwine your fingers with his, feeling like two puzzle pieces belong together.

As you reach your house, you both agree in going out together again and when you part ways, each one of you has a lovesick smile on their face.

Iwaizumi finally had the courage to ask you out with the help of his son after months of trying to ask you out himself in person, but always chickening out at the last minute.

It's been a while since Iwaizumi had to ask anyone out, ever since his ex-wife left him, Iwaizumi didn't feel the need to have a partner again.

But seeing his son look at other children with both parents with a longing look made him realise that Isamu needs a second parent.

Someone he can talk to, someone kind and nice, someone... like you.

The Athletic Trainer asked Isamu to give you you some flowers that Iwaizumi got, with a hidden note attached to it.

When you opened the card in recess, it made you smile and blush so much, that Isamu had to ask if you were okay after you read the card and received the flowers that Isamu's father gave to him.

'I feel like a coward for doing it this way but I was hoping these flowers that I got for you make up for the shitty way I am asking you out. So... Will you go out with me?'- Hajime Iwaizumi

Isamu snaps you out of your blushing mess, demanding to know what the paper says.

"Uhm. Just tell your father 'yes' when you see him later on at home, Isamu." You manage to stutter out.

"My dad will pick me up later on, you can tell him in person (Y/L/N) Sensei."

Oh. Even better.

"Why did my dad send you flowers? Is it your birthday Sensei?" Isamu tilts his head to the side, looking at you like a confused puppy, yet a small frown remains on his little face, looking exactly like his father.

"Uhh no Isamu, your father send me flowers as in... uhhh..an apology again for you hitting Daisuke the other day!" You chuckle nervously at the youngster.

Isamu looks at you still, before bowing again to apologise for his behaviour the other day that got him into trouble.

Assuring him it's okay, Isamu walks back over to his friends and you feel yourself breathe out.

'Get it together!'

As you look at the time, you will see Iwaizumi in just three hours, hopefully by the time he arrives, you have gained proper control of the blood flow in your cheeks.

When the time comes, you see Isamu waiting for his father outside of the school gates.

You approach Isamu, the young Iwaizumi looking at you with a small smile which you return.

As Iwaizumi arrives and walks out of his car towards you and his son, his face begins to grow a reddish colour and he looks to the floor when he approaches you and his son.

"Hey Pa! Sensei (Y/L/N) got the flowers you gave her!" Isamu runs to hug his father’s leg.

When Iwaizumi looks up at you, he is anticipating your answer to his question from his card.

Feeling the heat rise again in your cheeks, you fumble with your fingers a bit before raising your gaze to meet his green eyes.

"My answer is yes, Iwaizumi."

It looks like the brunette was holding his breath while waiting for you answer, because as soon as he hears your agreement, he breathes out a big sigh of relief.

Isamu looks between you and his father, not understanding quite what’s going on but he makes sure to ask one of his father’s friends about it.

The young Iwaizumi hasn’t seen his father’s face that red in a long time.

The last time Iwaizumi’s face was red, it was out of anger, back then with his mother, fighting with her at night while they thought Isamu was sleeping.

But instead of anger, it’s happiness that Isamu sees on his father’s face and it makes the young Iwaizumi happy.

Agreeing that Iwaizumi will pick you up on Friday at 18:00, you part ways, both of you excited to see each other.

Now all Iwaizumi needs to do, is find someone who can watch his son while he is out with you.

Thankfully, Hinata from the Volleyball Team agreed to watch him with much enthusiasm, since he used to watch his little sister from back when he was younger.

While Hinata was watching Isamu, Iwaizumi takes you to the best steakhouse in town, that serves the best wagyu steak in the prefecture.

The two of you talk in a very comfortable atmosphere, sharing glasses of the best wine, you haven't felt this good in quite a while.

In the beginning, Iwaizumi felt very awkward, it's been quite the while since he went out on a date, the wounds from the divorce still pretty deep but he wanted to give it a chance, a chance to fall in love again.

Dinner went by perfectly, the steak was so tender, it melted on your tongue like butter. The red wine was just as exquisite, greatly complimenting the meat.

After the delightful dinner, Iwaizumi leads you to a spot that him and Isamu sometimes visit, a place where you can overlook the city of Tokyo.

Finally arriving, you feel like almost having an asthma attack, while Iwaizumi is not out of breath at all, neither is he even sweating.

The two of you sit on a wall together, only a few inches separate yours and his thigh.

The view is outstanding, the night being perfect so far.

The Athletic Trainer can feel his hands starting to sweat, glancing at your face, seeing how some of the city lights reflect on your skin.

He can feel his heart pumping faster and he can’t help but admire you more than the view.

To be honest, if Iwaizumi had the choice, he would love to look at you for the rest of his life.

Hopefully with you by his side some day, with a ring adorning your finger.

When you saw Daichi’s number on the paper, you honestly didn’t think you would text him that quickly.

But Daichi was just waiting on the side of a road, hidden behind some trees, in hope to catch some people who are exceeding the speed limit.

His phone vibrates with a message from an unknown number but he smirks in confidence as he figured that the message came from you.

'Hey, this is (Y/N), you recently almost gave me a speeding ticket and said if I wanna talk to you, I can. So uh this is me texting you now '

'Hey (Y/N)! Glad you reached out. how’s your day been going so far?'

'Slow, currently at work.'

'What do you do?'

'I work as one of the accountants for the Sony company.'

Daichi raises his eyebrows in amazement, impressed that you managed to work for a big company.

'Wow! That’s pretty cool 👏🏻 now I feel lame for being a cop haha.'

'don't be like that haha. I think being a cop is dope.'

'Glad you think so.'

'Hey I know this seems kind of forward but I think you're a really nice guy. Wanna go out sometime?'

Well, Daichi certainly didn’t see that coming.

He has to admit, your upfront personality is really intrigued and interesting.

You both agree to do a Harry Potter Marathon at his place, with a promise of a home cooked meal.

You have yet to meet Daichi’s injured roommate, a coworker and companion of the young police officer, named Ninja, a black and brown haired German Shepherd K9 Officer.

The brunette has to say he is worried about you meeting the K9, since Ninja is very cautions and uncomfortable around strangers.

When you arrive though, it’s like Ninja has known you for years. As soon as you walk inside Daichi’s home, Ninja comes limping around the corner, intrigued who the house visitor is.

Once Ninja got a sniff of you, his tail wagged with happiness and he began licking your hands.

"Okay, down boy. Sorry about him, usually he doesn’t like strangers the first time he meets them." Daichi pulls Ninja back by his collar, careful due to his injured front leg.

"Don’t worry about it! I love dogs! Especially this little cutie. Look at you, a brave, strong police officer." You caress Ninja’s face and the dog looks in bliss.

Clearing his throat, Daichi tells you that he chose Harry Potter as a movie marathon and that he made some pasta with freshly made bread.

After a nice dinner, the brunette and you started watching the first Harry Potter movie, with you inching closer to him, resulting in Daichi wrapping his strong arm around your shoulder, caressing it gently with the tips of his fingers.

Ninja joins you on the couch as well, laying his head on your lap, an occasional deep sigh escaping him.

By the time you’re almost halfway through the second movie, you begin to get very tired, so the two of you called it a night with a promise of date number two.

After all, you need to finish the franchise together. And Ninja already started to miss you after you left, according to Daichi.

You say goodbye to Ninja by scratching his very soft ears, he licks your hands as thanks and it makes you giggle.

Daichi watches that in awe, very happy that you get along with his K9 partner so well.

Perhaps Ninja will have a dog mama in the near future if Daichi plays his cards right.

Akaashi took a little bit longer to ask you out, mainly the reason that he wants to know you a little bit longer before he officially asks you out.

He started to become a regular costumer at 'Night's Watch', ordering something different every time.

The name of the drinks and food sounded funny as well.

Joffrey‘s tears, Sansa Macchiato, Jon Snowccino, White Walker coconut cake, Direwolf cookies, etc.

Each drink and food samples are unique, geeky and savory at the same time.

One late night, after he and Tenma worked together on a new manga with some more people, he knew you were working again tonight.

So Akaashi makes his way towards the coffee shop that you work at, a nervous feeling in his stomach when he gets closer to it, yet he is also excited.

When he walks into the shop, he is immediately greeted by the warmth of the electric fireplace in the right corner and the strong smell of coffee beans and cinnamon buns, or as your shop likes to call them 'Dothraki buns'.

He sees you helping out a costumer and he can already feel a small smile growing on his face, as he watches you engage with the costumer with that breathtaking smile of yours.

Once the costumer in front of Akaashi got his order, he sees you recognise him and it looks like your whole world just brightened up by seeing him.

"Hey! How's the new manga coming along?" You ask with a smile so bright, that it has Akaashi blushing a little bit.

"It's going good so far, we are still working on the way the two lead characters confess their true feelings towards each other." The ravenette explains.

"Aww, that's so cute. I can't wait to buy and read it! Anyway, what can I get for you today?" Ready to take his order, you stand behind the cash register with your Khaleesi costume.

"Uhm... I'll have a Jon Snowcchino with a double espresso please."

"Double espresso? Wow, someone plans to stay up long." You type in his order, writing his name on the cup and pass it to your coworker to make the drink for him and the blue-eyed editor hands you his card to pay.

Akaashi takes a deep breath, trying to gather up enough courage to ask you out.

"C-Can I ask you something (Y/N)?" Akaashi gets nervous and stuffs his hands into his coat, so he doesn't fiddle with his hands like a nervous High School boy.

You finish swiping his card against the card reader machine and you give him a curious look, encouraging him to go on ahead.

"Would you mind if I take you out sometime? Like a date?"

You feel your breath hitch in your throat and your coworker hears the question, having a smirk on her face, since she knows you have been crushing on him for a while now.

There is a tense silence and Akaashi begins to fear a rejection coming in.

"If you don’t want to-" He stammers but you interrupt him frantically, super excited that someone as hot as Keiji Akaashi wants to take you out on a date.

"I didn’t mean to stretch out my answer, I am sorry. I-I just didn’t expect someone as good-looking as you to ask someone out like me… I mean, I am just a mere ordinary literate student who works in a geeky coffee shop." Your panic clearly shows and the former Setter thinks it‘s the cutest thing ever.

"You’re anything but ordinary. I want to get to know you more, without having to visit you at work." Akaashi gives you that dazzling smile of his and it makes your knees weak at the sight of it.

"Sure, I am free this Saturday." You give him a bashful smile.

"Cool, let me give you my number, so we can figure out together what we can do."

You hand him your phone, while he hands you his, and your coworkers Mary and Ro'ya give you knowing smirks and big thumbs up, as if you unlocked a big achievement.

Akaashi hands you your phone back, taking the beverage from your hands and farewells you with another breathtaking smile, leaving the shop to go back to work.

Mary gives you a small squeal, shaking you a bit with her overexcitement.

Akaashi and you agree to go to the local museum, they have a new section that put on the human anatomy on display, along with an newly added art section that has Van Gogh and Claude Monet paintings.

You love art and after the recent Doctor Who episode, you really are looking forward to seeing the finest painter, his command of colour is the most magnificent thing you have ever seen.

As you walk along, stopping in front of 'The Starry Night', you stand in front of it, admiring the colors and you feel Akaashi standing next you.

"What do you think of it?" Akaashi asks you.

"Well, notice the brush strokes. For the sky they swirl, each dab of color rolling with the clouds around the stars and moon. On the cypress tree they bend with the curve of the branches. The whole effect is ethereal and dreamlike. The hills easily roll down into the little village below. In contrast, the town is straight up and down, done with rigid lines that interrupt the flow of the brush strokes. Tiny little trees soften the inflexibility of the town. Bringing nature into the unnaturalness of buildings. But one of the best things about this painting is that it came entirely from Van Gogh’s imagination. None of the scenery matches the area surrounding the Saint-Paul mental hospital or the view from his window there. As a man who religiously paints what he sees, it’s a remarkable break from Van Gogh’s normal work, like the portraits of himself or the people that he did." You ramble on, clearly highly fascinated by the art.

Akaashi can't help but feel starry-eyed as he watches you from the side, your passion and your analytic interpretation of the painting is simply fascinating to him.

He honestly didn't know he could feel this way.

Afterwards, Akaashi invites you to one of the best ramen shops in Tokyo.

The Miso Ramen filled with pak choi, shiitake-mushrooms, tofu and a marinated egg topped with leek and sesame seeds is just what you were craving for.

You both keep the conversation flowing like the calmest river, sharing laughs and stories.

At the end, Akaashi walks you home and departs from you by giving you a soft lingering kiss on your forehead, saying that he is looking forward to seeing you again.

The next morning, when Akaashi walks into his work department, he has a slight skip in his steps.

A soft smile replaces his usual neutral expression and Tenma already had a guess why.

"Had a good time with (Y/N) yesterday I am guessing?" Tenma grins behind his set up drawing tablet.

"Yeah, they really are amazing. We already agreed on a second date."

"Sounds like wedding bells ringing in my ear." Tenma laughs and gets back to drawing, while Akaashi shakes his head in amusement.

That doesn't sound like a bad idea in the future.

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rukia-uchiha-98 · 7 months

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Things are escalating so quickly!!!

I can't imagine what would happen from now on

Summary: Fate is a funny thing. Moments happen when you don't know their fate or on purpose. Meeting Kuroo outside of the palace walls, events accord that made him become your personal guard. But what happens when the cocky male helps you try and win another heart when you're only falling for him? And is he slowly falling for you, the crown princess? But was this fated? Or was it planned?

Kuroo Tetsuro X Reader

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Arriving at the estate, you glanced out of the window. Lights of the candles that peaked out of the manor windows illuminated with a soft halo. You felt yourself sighting up straighter, seeing how many were already inside based on the the line of carriages that surrounded the courtyard. Zoning out Lady Daphne’s voice, knowing she was only repeating the rules of etiquette you should need to follow. Turning to look at her, smiled at her, and nodded once. Which she only sighed, eyeing Kuroo with a silent tell to watch over you.

With the carriage coming to a halt, Kuroo easily maneuvered to open the door and stepped out quickly. As a gentleman that he became for the evening, Kuroo extended his hand out, assisting Lady Daphne gracefully out of the carriage. With her out, Kuroo repeated the same action to you, keeping his eyes away from your eye. Sucking you lips, an uneasy feeling swept through you as you felt squeezed with pain as Kuroo refusal to look at you.

Did he really care what you thought of him? No, he didn’t, you thought quickly. With the guilt leaving your bones, you accepted his helpful hand and stepped out of the carriage. Taking a few steps, you ignored Lady Daphne’s presence next to you, you ignored her voice ringing in your ears, you ignored Kuroo’s presence behind you, you ignored the feeling of wanting his comments, you ignored it all. Your eyes closed, you though back to the Lady Daphnes teachings. You felt everything went silent, body still as you prepared for a long evening. Taking a deep exhale out of your mouth, it was as something inside you switched. Opening your eyes, your head held high, shoulders rolled back, hands in front softly overlapping one another, you now became The Crown Princess (Y/n) of the Quixotic Kingdom.

Overlooking your should, your voice stern and modest, the twinkle in your eye gone and lips at a thin line, avoiding all amusement, “Shall we?” Not waiting for any confirmation, you walked. Not a single thought ran through your head. There was nothing needed to feel. Except for one feeling. A feeling that you grown to welcome and accept when your became this alto ego you created. Hatred.

You hated hiding your thoughts away, faking your emotions. All for what? To be the model women? You may be out in society but you were not yet out to society. Therefore were you the right choice to be the model women? Apparently yes, you are acting on behalf of the crown. Pleasing the nobles, protecting the people’s hearts and hopes to continue their loyalty and support of the crown. This shouldn’t be the way of security loyalty. Yet, this evening, you were acting as a lady out to society. Only here for scouting out a marriage with a man. A man that has been picked without your consent.

“Your highness,” Lady Daphne’s voice cut through your silence. Standing infant of a close door that led to the ballroom, you heard the loud chatter and music vibrating though the doors. “Whenever you are ready.” She motioned to the doors, waiting for you to continue.

You only stared.

And stared.

And stared at the grand doors.

Walk. You commanded your legs, yet they did not listen. Talk, you wished to your throat to speak, yet it did not act. Why was your body not listing to you? You have done this before so why now? Why acting all scared?Your fate is sealed, you answered yourself. You are to be wed to a man who you do not love all for the crown. Given you were only to meet him at the ball, but it was only the first step of the grand scheme of things. One thing can always led to another and this would led to a man who only will use you to climb the ladder.

Feeling a hold on your left hand jolted you, snapping your head at Kuroo who finally looked at you in the eye. It was he knew what you were thinking. “Your fate is not sealed yet,” Kuroo whispered, bringing your hand to his lips and kissed your knuckle. “You are only meeting him, Princess.”

Surprised by his actions, you merely nodded. With his sincerity in his voice, your worries slowly disappeared. Letting your hand free from his warmth, it hanged in the air for a few moments before returning back to its place. Yet. The word echoed, in your ear, giving you hope. He is right, you thought. Your fate is not sealed. This night will not your fate. Training your eyes back at the door, you raised your head up, ready to fight your planned future.

With the doors opening at your command, you stepped through the door, the footman announcing your title and name to everyone present. With everyone becoming silent, the footman voice echoed around the room. Heads all snapped and turned to you, gasping and whispering as they saw royal flesh in their presence. Mix reactions filling the room, some (the younger ones) who was their first time in presence of a member of the royal family fail to control their excitement. Giggling and whispering to whomever was near them as their eyes pried on your figure. Some were shocked, mouth open as they stare you floated by, opening a pathway through the sea. While the rest look amused, having already been in either your father’s presence or yours presence or both. With all having a different reaction, one was all the same; all bowed as waves when passed them.

The whispers all stopped when you stopped walking. Arriving at Duchess Dana Livington, with her son Duke Edward Livington next to her, they both bowed. One who looked at the floor, avoiding your gaze out of respect of your power while the other, eyes trained into yours, eyes gleaming early with an accomplish conquest. You avoided his eyes, focusing on Duchess Dana who rosed to her height, “You have a beautiful house, Duchess.”

“Thank you, Your Highness,” She responded heartfelt, “hearing your words of kindness bring me great joy. When I heard word, I personally made sure all would suit your beautiful taste. It’s a great honor having you here.”

Suck-up.

“Allow me to introduce you to my son,” She extended, pushing him between the two of you. “This is Duke Edward Livington. He’s quite handsome, is he not? And easy to rise to any occasion. When his father passed, he was quick to take up the mantle of the estate and helping his poor mama ease the pain.”

“My condolences,” You replied with sincerity laced sweetly on your voice, remembering how kind and gentleman the late Duke was when you were younger.

Yet, with your sorrow evident on your face, Duchess Dana did not mind, rather wanting to focus on her son that was in your presence. She cleared her throat, quickly moving on, “Thank you. If it wasn’t for my son, I would not know where I would be. He’s such a understanding man and patient. Sad he has yet to find a bride.” A secretive glance was went your way, a menacing behind her words that tighten your hands in a distaste feeling. “Seems he is looking for someone special. Someone that will help his lead in this great, rich Earth.”

A small hummed was responded from you as you glance the Duke up and down once, not hiding the small crinkle of your nose, before glancing around the ballroom, staring back at everyone who was leaning in to hear your conversation. “This is a ball, is it not?” You smiled kindly at Duchess Dana guest. “Let the drinks be poured, music to be loud, and our feet ache from dancing.”

“Cheers!”

A wide smile appeared on your face as the ball picked up its paced, pleased with the normality is was becoming for the evening. “Princess (Y/n).”

You spoke to soon.

“If it is not too forward of me, I would like to occupy you this evening?”

Your smile faltered before lifting back up. You knew why he was asking a bold question. He had planned it all along. He planted the seed in your father’s head, making appearance that he was a worthy man, despite the gossips that surrounds him. He really was his mother’s son, that you were certain. Always wanted connections, wanted to push more and more, surrounding themselves with gossip as a in to many social circles as they can to climb. Nothing was enough, even with everything they had at their disposal. Greed. Greed is an awful color on those who are blessed with so much.

“Duke Livington,” Your voice lacing with formality, “your kindness is most welcome. I must stay with my escort, Sir Kuroo-”

“It seems he is quite occupied at the moment,” Edward beaconed his chin behind you, a cheeky grin on lips.

Turning your head, you eyebrows were instantly raised as you saw most of the girls surrounding to tall man. The said tall man chest was puffed proudly, accepting all the warm compliments and giggling that captured his ears. Those close to him all lightly grazed his arms as he flexed, some fanned their face, trying to draw his attention. You resisted the strong urged to rolling your eyes to the back of your head.

Your hands tightened together, as your face morphed into a neutral look. Feeling your throat tighten, you clicked your tongue, as Edwards motion tried to motion you away, “there is a great view of the gardens in the balcony, I’m sure you would love Your Highness.”

“As I said before,” Your jaw clenched, watching a one lady dropped her fan and Kuroo quickly picking it up from the ground and sending her a flirty smile as he handed it back to her. Your voice slight raised to which Kuroo would hear, breaking the spell of the sirens surrounding him, “I must stay with my escort at all times.”

Kuroo eyes snapped towards you, giving you a pleading look to continue the attention he was receiving as you in return gave him an unpleasant frown. You commanded him with your eyes, tilting it towards your side for him approach you. Yet he avoided your gaze, quickly shifting his eyes to the women squeezing his arms. Flexing your hand into a fist, using it to hold your annoyance, you then stating, “Kuroo, I am feeling quite parched. Escort me to get a drink.” A triumph smile painted your face as he begrudgingly excused himself. With your head held high, you smiled as Kuroo stood in front of you, extending his arms out as a way to beacon you to follow him. “Such a gentlemen,” You gleamed, walking in the direction away from the flock of girls and Edward.

“Must you always ruin my fun,” He gritted his tech, annoyance vibrating washing off of him in waves. “I was about to ask a lady to dance.”

“Your duty is to protect me from Edward,” You gritted back.

“No,” he corrected, stopping from walking any further when a tray with server arrived with a tray of drinks, grabbing one for you and for himself. Holding your drink away from you as you eyed the drink he offered to you, “My duty if to protect you from harm. Now here, don’t want the Princess to be parched.”

“That’s wine.”

“Yes.”

“Wine.”

“I know what wine is.”

Rolling your eyes at him, you did your best not to make a unprincessly face. With a calm matter, you stated to him carefully, “A women must not drink wine when she is unmarried. Have you to been paying attention to Lady Daphne's lectures?

“You do see me fall asleep in those, yes?” Placing one glass on a floating try, Kuroo rose his glass to his lips.

“And one must no drink in front of royalty when they do not have a drink,” You smirked, seeing his eyes over the rim of the glass burned through yours. “Especially when one had voice they are parched.”

Lowering his glass, he scanned the ballroom, looking for a table of refreshments or a tray that carried lemonade. “Fine, I’ll get your damn drink.”

Seeing his annoyance, you smiled at him, wanting to infuriated more as it brought you joy, “And one should not curse in the presence of royalty.”

“I highly doubt a brat such as yourself should be consider royalty.” Kuroo said with triumph, beating you at the game you were creating.

“Charming.”

The two of you were about to take a step once Kuroo eyes found the refreshment table, when you heard two voices you yearned to hear ever since you stepped foot in the ball room, “My lady!” Yachi and Kiyoko exclaimed behind you, curtsy as they must do in the public eyes.

“Oh,” You smiled, extended your hand for them to grab hold as you excitedly gleamed in their presence. “I was wondering where you both were. I was scared I would not see you this evening.”

“Whatever do you mean?” Yachi confusingly asked. “There is no one here that we would spend our evening with other than you.”

“Especially with the gentlemen here,” Kiyoko added, her eyes scanning the room, “I am worry about this coming season. There are no eligible bachelors that seems fitting.”

“Maybe he is hiding,” You giggled, moving to where you laced your arms through theirs as you all aimlessly walked around the ballroom. “Or building the courage to greet you.”

“If you wishes to greet me then he should already have the courage,” She stated matter of fact, her head high as she vibrating with confidence.

Giggling with you, Yachi teased back, enjoying the playful easy nature that came with the three of you, “Perhaps he would ask you to marry him straight away.”

“He would be a simpleton.”

“But a simpleton that would love you,” You added, giggling at how she turned her head away with a blush that grazed her cheeks. The three of you all giggle and teased. Watching the dancers on the floor and gossiping about whoever the current gossip was. It was always the same routine when it came to balls and parties. You would walk with your ladies, looking at all the different nobles, hear about what gossip is tied to what family, who would end up with whom, who will get married, who is with child, who isn’t with child, if they had a child. The list goes on and on. There is always something to talk about.

And in the middle of it, there will always come a gentlemen who would ask lady Kiyoko a dance. Which she turns for you for your approval to be dismissed and forcefully agree to the gentleman’s dance. You’ve always hated it. You can see the distain on her face whenever a gentleman not to her liking ask for a dance and she must agree to it, being out to society, a way to find a husband some would say. And if she were to reject invitation, it would seem rude and unladylike. A terrible tradition. A terrible way of thinking.

So you and Yachi would stare as she floated to the dance floor with whatever bachelor he wrote his name on her name card before dancing to the tune that whispered through the ears of those in the dance floor. Their feet perfectly match to the steps of the tune and whispers of small talk. Soon later the same would happen to Yachi, who just recently been introduced to society last season. Someone she was not all to excited about. Being nervous and getting sick of the thought of being displayed for all to see her was a to sick of a thought for her.

Then you were left alone. Not having been “introduced” to society yet, something your father had made sure of, you were not allow to dance with any man. (Something you were happy about.)So there you stood, on the edged of everything as you watched people twirl around and listen to the gossips around you. With a small sigh, you turned to see Kuroo behind you but only found other guest of the evening. A deep frown echoed your face once more, you stared back at to the dance floor, seeing Kuroo twirling the same women who flaunted over his arms earlier. An envy though filling your head as you though, now he’s a great dancer?

“Your highness,” A voice broke out of your thoughts. A voice you did not want to hear. “I noticed you are not occupied, please allow me to fill your company.”

“Such a gentleman you are, Duke Edward,” You did your best to hide your displeasure. The personally you created slowly appeared in your voice. “But I am quite comfortable.”

“Please,” He smiled, offering you a glass of lemonade, “I’ve noticed you did not receive the drink you requested. I took the liberty of fetching it for you.”

“How kind,” You accepted the drink, slowly took a sip. Taking a step, you spoke to him, “Now if you excuse me, it is feeling a bit stuffy.

“Allow me to escort you!” He was too loud for your liking.

Hurrying your steps, you eyes did their best to find Lady Daphne, yet she was no where in sight. “There is no need”

“It is a gentleman thing to do,” He was now next to you, matching your pace and acting as your equal.

“I wish to be alone.” You stated hands gripping the stone rail. Stone rail? When did you get outside? Realizing you were now outside, you gripped the rail, trying to zone his annoying voice out and feel the cool air to calm you. Listen to the trees, you thought but his voice cute though like a knife.

“If this is not too forwards of me,” He stated, ignored the side eye look of disdained on your face (he didn’t notice it), “but it had come to my attention that you are going to be introduced this coming season.”

“Oh my,” you gasped, looking behind his figure. A terrifying look painted your face as you pointed, “A beast!”

“A beast,” Edward wailed, turning to have a look at the said beast, only for there to be nothing there. “What beast?” He asked, turning back to face you, and you were gone. Running down the stairs and running away from the estate. “Oh, how I love a chase. Princess! Wait!”

Cursing, you picked up your pace, doing everything you can to get away from him. But with the dress you were wearing and the shoes, luck was not on your side. He was quick to approached you, stopping you from moving any more as he hold onto both of your shoulder, “Your highness, if you wish to be alone with me, you could have said so.”

Flabbergasted by his statement, you pushed his arms away from you, taking a step back, “You are crossing a line. I commend you to leave me be.”

“Oh Princess,” He stalked towards you, bring you to him as you tried to push him off, “This is your way of seducing me isn’t it? To see how much I want your hand?”

“Let go,” you commanded, you forcefully tried to push him off. But it was no avail, he did his best to bring his lips to yours, muttered words that went death in your ears. The only think you can hear was your heart in you ears. And when the moment arrived where you were out of his arms, you reeled your left arm back, months of training overtook you as your swing it and aimed for his eye. All was heard was a thump, as his body laid on the cold, hard earth, and everything was silenced.

“What did you do?”

The deep voice behind you startled you. Turning around, your eyes widened at whom you saw. Quickly pushing the words out of your mouth, you tried to ignore the harsh sting on your knuckles, “How long were you there?”

“Long enough!” Kuroo rushed towards you, quickly glanced at the body that now laid on the earth. “How’s your hand.”

Trying to ease the harsh stinging pain, you whimpered at when rubbing your knuckles, “For someone whose face looks soft, I wasn’t expecting it to be painful.”

“Why did you use your left hand?” He was quick to notice you what hand you used. Running his hands through his hair, an annoyance sigh escaped his lips as he thought what to do next and what to do with your stupidity.

With a huff, you looked at him with a dumbfounded expression, saying the obvious, “You taught me to use my left hand.”

Kuroo could not believe what you were saying to him. He knew he taught you better, he knew you were start enough to punch correctly, yet sadly that was not enough. Emphasizing with his hands, Kuroo yelled back, astonished and angry, “I taught you how to punch! I didn’t tell you that you have to use your left hand!”

“You used your left hand when teaching me!” You hissed at him, bring your bruised hand closer to your chest. Your nostril flared angry at him, pointing out his flaw in his argument.

“Because it’s my dominant hand!”

Stomping your feet, you whined. The stress of the events slowly taking a toll on your body. You felt like a child that was just told they couldn’t have something. You’re tired of people fighting you on something and now, now you would like someone to agree with you. So you just yelled, “Then why didn’t you tell me that!”

He did, you refused to acknowledge he was correct.

“I did! You never listen!” Kuroo yelled back at you, angry and frustrated at you. Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Kuroo thought of what to do next. What he should do next, until he remembered your delicate hand, “Let me see it.” Gently grab hold onto your left hand, examining it as he noticed a harsh color sting was appearing on your knuckled. “At least you listen to not put your thumb in your fist.”

“Proving my point, I do listen.”

Ghost of a smile appeared of his lips at your comment. Gently brushing his thumbs on your knuckled, Kuroo tried to ease the pain. Bring your hand up to your lips, he placed a long tender kiss on the knuckle of your ring finger. “What were you doing out here?”

Feeling exhausted, you let out a sigh, relaxing your hand in his hold. Your eyes peaked at Edward’s body that lied limped on the ground, noticed his cheating moving as he breathed,“I wanted to get some air, Edward was persistent and would not leave me alone so, I tried my best to stay away from him. I came here.”

“And punched him?” Amusement ranged in his voice, slowly letting go of your hand. The atmosphere suddenly became light and easy, regardless of the knocked out male on the ground. Kuroo felt a sense of pride in singing from his chest, knowing that you were not entirely hopeless.

“He thought I was trying to seduce him!” Huffing at the thought, as if someone like you would ever want someone like him. Then a thought appeared in your head. Eyes widen in horror, looking at Kuroo in panic, your body felt cold at the thought of the rumors. “Did anyone else saw? Kuroo if anyone saw me and him without an escort.”

Kuroo moved to cup your face, brushing his thumbs over your cheeks. His eyes softened at your panic being, while his chest felt heavy. Your eyes frantic at what could be spread, what will be said, and the damage it could cause the crown. He didn’t notice how easily your relaxed on his hold, neither did you, but Kuroo did know, he wanted to cherish his hold on you, “Calm down. No one else saw.”

“Are you certain?” You grabbed hold of his arms, horror still struck in your body. “If word got out that I was left unattended my chaste would be questioned! It cannot be question, as princess I’m supposed to be the example. My honor cannot be questioned Kuroo!”

“No one saw,” Kuroo promised, calming shushing you, “I promise it was just me. Now let’s find a plan to deal with him.”

“Yes,” you breathed out, missing the warmth when he removes his hand from your face. A paused followed as he thought of a lie, thought of something that could cover up the mess you created, “We can say he was attacked?”

“By whom? They are going to search around and everyone will panic.”

Biting down your lower lips with a hum, you thoughtfully pitched, “Then he drank too much and passed out?”

“And we happen to stumble upon.” Kuroo added to your sentences, a smirk dancing on his lips.

“Because it was getting to loud that I wanted some air,” Beaming with a smile, you shrugged your shoulders up happily, bobbing your head as you felt giggly at your devious plan. “You escorted me to the terrace.”

Adding more to the wicked lie, Kuroo enjoyed watching you gleaming with pride with your plan,“Where we saw Edward stumbling here.”

“And being the kind, caring princess-”

“I wouldn’t go that far.”

“-That I am.” You frowned at him, your lips plucked with annoyance, crossing your arms over your chest. Rolling your eyes at him, upset he ruined the only good mood you had of that evening, "We went to see if he was fine, yet the sight we saw he was passed out.”

“That’s good!”

“But how are we going to stop him from talking when he wakes,” you mumbled.

Nodding his head in agreement, he rubbed his chin. Looking back at the estate, seeing it glowing the the glittering lights that beamed from the party, “We do something that doesn’t discredited our story then.”

“I could scream and when they arrive they will see the body and the empty glass,” After a brief silence you spoke with uncertainty. “We could inform them of what happened with our lies.”

“That could work,” Kuroo looked back at you, “Scream.”

With a deep breath, you prepared yourself for a loud scream. Feeling confident in yourself, you breathed out, “Ah?”

Kuroo blinked once at you. Then twice. Staring at you with an emotionless look at you, while you started back at him with a cringe scrunch, “That was pathetic.”

“Well, I’m trying my best!” You huffed, feeling your cheeks warmed at the embarrassment.

“If that’s your best then I’m concern,” Kuroo sighed, rubbing his shoulder of the stress of the events.

“Well, I don’t see you trying to help.”

“I am not going to scream,” He started the obvious, looking at you in an offended manner as he smoothed his coat. “It’s undignified.”

“Oh please, undignified?” You rolled your eyes at him, slowly starting to feel the annoyance creep up to you once more

“Of course,” he scoffed. “Especially like a man like myself. I will not scream.”

“I’m not asking you to scream, I’m asking for help!” You counted back at him, your voice slowly raising up. “Why can’t you ever help!”

Kuroo yelled back, hissing as he did so, “Why can’t you scream like you are now!”

“You are insufferable!” Hissing through your teeth. Clenching your fist to your side, you mustered a deathly glare at him, your annoyance turning to anger.

“Like you are any better! You can’t even scream properly!”

“Taking about doing things properly, how about you?” You smirked, crossing your arms over your chest.

Creasing his eyebrows, Kuroo scoffed at you with a scrunch confusion, “What about me?”

“There’s a rumor that the other knights you train with let you win.”

“What?”

“So are you really trained properly with a sword Kuroo?” You taunt, picked your lips into a smug smile. Letting your petty anger fully show through.

He let out a chuckle. Then another, and then more soon followed. Looking at you with wide eyes is astonished at your words. He then fell silent, clenching his jaw in anger, “Well at least I know how to use a sword! Tell me princess, do you? That’s right you don’t! And you will never know how just like you will never rule!”

Gasping at his word, you stepped closer to him as you jabbed a finger to his chest, “How dare you!”

“How dare I?” He countered back, looking down at you in astonishment at your reaction. “How dare you?”

Mouth open, eyes widen as he questioned your back, you thought back to the day you arrived. Your hand fell back at your side, look of desperate was written on your face as your shoulders fell in defeat, “So I was correct to think this way? That you believe a women should never rule.”

“I never said that,” Kuroo said to quickly, a statement that he made sure he said with clarity.

“But you were thinking of it.”

“Do not think that lowly of me,” He hissed at you, eyes narrowed at you at your accusation. He never wanted you to think that. Not him. Not that low. And for some odd reason to him, it churned his stomach that you would think of him that lowly.

“I’m not wrong!” You stated. Thinking back all the times your voiced your options to him. Crying out to him, you argued back at him, “The moment we met, you never agreed with my political ideas! You always criticize me and dismiss my ideas of reform and improvements.”

Merely rolling his eyes at you, Kuroo crossed his arms over his chest. With a pointed look, you stated calmly, for an odd reason wanted to calm your destress. “Just because I disagree with your ideas don’t mean I don’t think you are fit to rule.”

“Then why criticize? Why not help me with these ideals? Find a way that it could work?”

“You never ask!”

“I didn’t think I need to since you speak so openly about everything!”

Sharp breath in, Kuroo brushed his hands through his hair, rethinking why he decided to fallow you out, “You are impossible! I can’t read your mind!”

“I’m not asking you too,” You snarled, scrunching you face. “I’m asking for help!”

“Then say it next time,” You missed how desperate Kuroo sounded, only focusing on the anger and annoyance in his voice.

“Whenever I talk to you about it you could always mention it! I don’t have to ask.”

Looking at you with astonishment, jaw dropped down, eyebrows scrunched tightly together, all Kuroo could do was stare at you. The argument going back to the beginning, Kuroo rubbed the bridge of his nose. He gave up on you. Giving up at winning this argument knowing arguing would be a waste of time, but with that knowledge, it didn’t hide his annoyance of you and how much he wanted to strangle you for your stupidity of the argument. Moving his hands down his face and bringing his hand back at his side, he stated plainly and convincing, “You know, I wasn’t planning on kill you. But now? I think I might.”

“You’re insufferable!” You scoffed at him. Your eyes narrowed with a glare as he stated the treasonous statement. Looking back down at the body, you pointed your hand at it, “We are supposed to deal with Edward!”

“We are.” Smiling as he said it, he nodded his head, a sarcastic smile was drawn on his face before he quickly erased it to a frown. “So scream.”

“I am screaming!” You yelled very loud. Fist clenched down at your side as you stomped your foot. With a glaring match started between the two of you, you ignored the stinging in your eye as you tried to win the unspoken competition. It didn’t last long since Kuroo was the one who quickly looked away, turning on his heal and stomping a few steps away. Hands on his hips and muttered curses underneath his breath. Thinking back to the events that lead to this moment, you cursed yourself. Did you really made Edward believe you shared an attraction to him? No. You were being nice. You spoke to him with a kind manner that you spoke to everyone else; a polite laugh when he attempted to make a joke, not wanting to bruise his feelings. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you started at the body, felt it was your fault the whole event started. You didn’t want this, you didn’t what him, you told him so. So what did you do that lead him on?

Unknowing to you, Kuroo turned to look at him. Bitting the inside of his cheek, he saw the guilt plaster on your face. He knew what you were thinking, of course he did, after spending so much time with you, he could read your thoughts. Wanting to quickly get the situation settled, Kuroo looked around, trying to find a solution. Until he saw a slithering opportunity, “Close you eyes.”

“What?”

“Close your eyes,” Kuroo repeated, not meeting your eyes. Eyeing the opportunity, Kuroo refuse to let it disappear from his sight.

Pursing your lips, you slowly took steps closer to your protector, “Kuroo what are you?-”

“Don’t scream.” Kuroo added, reaching his arm out to indicate you to stop walking any further.

“You’ve been telling me to scream and now you don’t want me to?” Rolling your eyes, you grew tired. The party, Edwards, the argument and now this? You felt everything whelming you as you want nothing more to go back to your bed and sleep the night away.

“Would you please,” Kuroo hissed, side eying you with annoyance and tiredness laced in his voice, “for the love almighty, listen.”

“Fine,” You closed your eyes, “but I swear if you do anything.”

“I won’t.”

With your eyes closed you could only focus on the sounds around you. Hearing Kuroo rustle with the grass on the cold hard Earth, the wind that whistled through the grass, you shivered as you now felt the cool evening wind on your skin. Feeling a presence front of you, you suddenly felt nervous and tense, not liking you cannot see what Kuroo is doing. But the feeling of nervousness disappeared when you felt something smooth touched your shoulders and the back of your neck. Tensing your body, you stuttered out, trying to not let your voice crack as you felt the something moved,“Kuroo what did you put on me?”

“Don’t open your eyes yet,” He said to quickly for your liking, feeling his breath on your head.

“Kuroo!” You yelped, doing as you were told and feeling the something slimly now on your arms. The something, winced and tensed as you felt Kuroo’s hands were not long on the something and is now on you, you also felt it tensed and squirmed on your shouldered. Instantly wanted to shriver up and cringe at the feeling.

“Okay.” He said with cautiousness, hearing him taking a few steps back, “You can open them now.”

Slowly opening your eyes, you first saw Kuroo’s nervous state, bitting his lip as he carefully watched you. Feeling he something moved towards the side of your neck, you moved your head to look down at your shoulder, instantly feeling the air in your lungs disappeared and you whimpered in a whispered, “K-Kuroo its a snake…”

Nodding his head in a quick manner, Kuroo answered you, knowing all you need know was a confirmation, “You can scream now.”

Feeling the snake’s tongue as it hissed on the side of your neck, you instantly screamed. Screamed that you felt tears coming from our eyes at the disgust, dirty feeling that came with the snake on you. You wanted nothing more than to vomit, to shake the feeling off, to get it off of you, but you refused to touch that thing with your hands. “Perfect,” Kuroo smiled, turning to look back at the estate and seeing people slowly coming out and see where and why the scream was.

“I think I'm going to throw up,” You whimpered, feeling the tears down on your cheeks as your body shivered in disgust, only feeling the snake creeping your neck and hissing at it. Waving your hands as you tried to shake it off, you felt the need to gag, to vomit, to shrivel up and take a bath to forget the memory of the slimy, smooth touch.

Quickly rushing to you, Kuroo grab hold of the heinous snake away from you and throwing it far from you. Patting the side of your hair, he whispered sweet accomplishments to you as you cringed and shivered at the lasting feeling. Calling you by your title, that slowly now became a pet name of endearment that unconsciousness become, “You did amazing princess. ”

“I hate you.” You hissed, shivered in his hold as you opening cried. Punching his chest weakly as you were now being held by him. “No, I loathe your entire existence.”

“I know,” He cooed at you, bring you into a hug as he can now hear people and guards rushing to the two of you are. “But I need to keep crying and cling to me princess while I do that talking, okay? Just remembered that slimy, smooth, gross, wet, feeling.” Holding in your gag, you felt your body shivered from your toes to your head, the hair on the back on your neck rising as you cringed, muttering words of hatred in Kuroo’s chest. He contained to muttered descriptive words of the snake, making sure you felt disgusted as the guest arrived to where you were.

“What on heavens is going on!”

“My, is that Edward? What has happened to him?”

“Someone, check if he’s breathing!”

“Princess,” Your eyes perked as you heard your ladies voice. Moving your head out of Kuroo’s chest, sniffling as you saw them rushing towards you. With a sigh of relief, the girls instantly pull you out of Kuroo’s arms and into theirs, scanning your form for any harm. “What happened my lady?” Kiyoko voice filled with worry as Yachi nodded along, eyeing Kuroo and Edward discreetly.

“Yes,” Lady Daphne appeared, with your knights behind her, sneering at the man that was the ground. Anger filled with her voice as she saw “what has happened here?”

“There was a snake,” Kuroo quickly responded, eying in the corner of his eye how you instantly shivered at the word. “That was onto Edwards body. The Princess and I only happened to cross him when the Princess declared she was feeling unwell and we noticed Edward figure walking towards here. I told her highness to stay but she cared for his well-being so much she declared to come with me. I believe he drank more than he could handled, wondered off, and collapsed. ”

The members of the ton all whispered among themselves, hearing what your personal bodyguard had announced. You were to busy gagged to look around the ton but Kuroo noticed the looks. The side eye glances full of judgment towards the sleeping body, the look of awe towards the princess of how “caring” you were, and surprised and disgusted of how a becoming Dutch would act in the presence of her royal highness. Most importantly, eyeing you and Kuroo, who were in a tight embrace.But that was something that could be explained. But the one thing Kuroo notice was Suna was not present. Twisting something inside of him, that the man in charge of protecting the Princess was not here.

Lady Daphne scanned your figured, seeing you trembling in your ladies hold and hearing all the murmurs around her, she needed to acted quickly. In the corner of her eye she saw Duchess Dana approaching her in a hurried nervous manner. Lady Daphne hid a distaste look, not wanting to her her excuses she had for her son. “Someone must have drugged him,” Duchess Dana voice wavered, trying to grab hold of Lady Daphne arm in what she tried to be in a reassuring manner. Duchess Dana face fell with desperation with Lady Daphne’s cold stare when she finally looked at her, she quickly acted by moving to you, trying to ease the situation her son causes, “Your highness, it is so heartwarming you care so much about my son, but I assure you he’s not a drunk. Someone must have drugged him.” Just as she was going to repeat her act, reaching a pseudo calming hand. Kuroo was quickly to step forward, blocking her from seeing and touching you.

Ignoring Duchess Dana whimpering excuses, she shrunk at Kuroo’s hard glare and how the ton all gasped in entertainment. Many of the ton who all enjoyed gossip, especially ones that ruins one’s place in society, enjoyed everything that was on displayed. Hushed whispered to their daughters, to their friends, to their spouses. Lady Daphne heard them all. The more she heard, the more she tensed, the more she hated it, the more she need to act quickly.

“Kuroo, please escort Her Highness back to Chilgrave,” Lady Daphne commanded. Her voice was steady, and calmed, her body unraveled with each command that left her lips. Her head held high, refusing to back down to the rumors of the ton, Lady Daphne confidences caused all talks to seized and they all watched with curious eyes. “Now.”

A curt nod, Kuroo turned to look back at you, making sure Duchess Dana does not sweep through. As you slowly released lady’s hold. Breathing out deeply, you smiled any your ladies as a thanks. Holding your head high, you gracefully walked through the parted crowd. Feeling the stares and whispers, you fought the urge of allowing the embarrassment to ruin through you. Being the crown princess, you had to refrain of showing any emotion. Always being composed, neutral, elegant, you found it to be second nature to hide your emotions. Yet there were moments you found difficult to. With the events of the night, the whispers that flew into your ears and the stares that dagger you as you walked, all you wanted was the earth on your feet to swallow you and hide you away.

Breathe, you thought. Breath. The family’s image wasn’t ruined. The royal family is still the example of the people should be. Kuroo twisted the events in your favor. Breathe, you thought. Breathe.

“Watch your step, Princess.”

With your slight perk, your snapped your neck around to your surroundings, seeing you were already at the carriage. With a nod of your head as a quite thanks, Kuroo assisted you inside, his hand whispered against your own as you climbed inside the carriage. Kuroo quickly followed suit, the carriage men shut the door once you both were settled. A dense silences fell between you, staring at each other with one (Kuroo) in amusement and other (You) in embarrassment. “I hate you.”

Kuroo boomed with laughter, his body shaking as he hid his face in his hands. “None of this would have happened if you listened to me!” You kicked his leg playfully, a giggle escaped your lips as your did your best to conceal it with your hand. Looking though at the small window of the carriage, you watched as the trees passed by. You’re finger hovered over your lips, as your head shook. You replayed every moment in your head, wanting nothing more than have your head swallow in and the Earth to accept you in.

The whole event of the evening was terrible. The evening starting with girls flocking to Kuroo when he was supposed to stay by your side, Edward pestering you and following you where ever you went, your ladies easily distracted by their dance partners who wished them away. Then punching Edward when it escalated, which lead to a snake on you. You shivered thinking about the snake once more.

It was all so tiring. This evening was tiring. A yawn flew out your mouth, leading against your head against the smooth wall of the carriage. Your body aching to climb into your warm sheets and sleep the night away. Yet, with the fatigue filling your body, you were filled with joy. Kuroo was speaking to you again, laughing with you, and arguing with you, and that brought a smile to your face.

“Rest,” Kuroo left his legs up to the empty space next to you. His eyes closed as leaned his head back against the cushions back. His body relaxing, “We should be there soon.” But his words only rang in the quietness of the carriage. Peaking his eye open, he stared at your sleeping form, beautifully asleep with a grin graced your peaceful face. He smiled at your form, watching as you fluttered to your dreams. “Idiot,” he whispered to himself, moving to sit next to you seeing the way your head bounced on the wall whenever there was a bump on the road. Gently guiding your head to his shoulder, Kuroo smiled at how your unknowing snuggled your head closer to him.

The ride back to the castle came quickly to what Kuroo would though it would be. With his mind lost to the memories of the amount of months he’s been with you, he found it hard to remember why he was put here in the first place. With the coachman opening the door, Kuroo instantly raised a finger to his lips, insisting for him to stay silent. Seeing you, the sleepy Princess, fast asleep, the coachman nodded, stepping aside as Kuroo carefully lifted you in his arms and walking out into the cool country air.

Kuroo succeeded in not to disturb your slumber, carefully maneuvered through the castle to get to your room. Given, he had to glare at the maids who were whispering and giggly loud as they saw you asleep in Kuroo’s arms, and tripped while going up the stairs, he thought he did a great job. Arriving to your room, a maid quickly guided him to her bed, who bit her lip from forming a teasing smile. Gently placing you on your bed, Kuroo halted the maid from waking you up to dress you into your nightwear, “It’s best to let her sleep, she had an eventful evening.”

Leaving you asleep on your bed, Kuroo gently tucked you underneath the sheets, giving one more glance he whispered, “What are you doing to me?”

Silently walking back to his room, Kuroo eyes felt heavy. Rubbing them softy and slowly moving his hands in his hair, his feet dragged with each step. Tonight was a wonderful evening, Kuroo thought, not including Edward chasing after you. With different ladies swarming him, his chest boost with confidence and ego. He felt proud. He felt dirty?

Kuroo always welcome the attentions, especially on nights when he wanted companionship, he never had this feeling. But when he saw your eyes, something meaningful hiding behind your glimmering (e/c) eyes, he wanted nothing more to stop dancing. He hated you.

He loathed you. You always ruined everything. Ruining his fun. Ruining his chance to get Information about the nobility, and perhaps someone for the evening. If only you stayed inside, none of this would have happen. And worse, his tiredness is all gone and now his veins were filled with annoyance.

Forcefully opening his chamber's door, Kuroo instantly stripped when the door clothes behind him. Kicking his shoes off, taking his coat and shirt off, muttering his annoyance in hopes of revealing it. Until his eyes caught a parchment letter rolled on his bed. He would pay no mind to it, probably a maid confessing her attraction, something he has been receiving more of lately. But this letter of parchment was different. It hold a significant meaning to rebel. Yes, he remembered, a rebel. That is who he is. And now he felt even more disgusted with himself as he picked up the letter and broke the wax seal that hold a raven.

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