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haikyuu horror week day 9: cold to the touch/a taste of poison (click for better quality)

mika as medusa may be the best idea I've ever had

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#hqhorrorweek #yamaka mika #haikyuu!! #hq!! #nohebi #guess which tiny snake is daishou :> #nox arts #snakes tw

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio Characters: Hinata Shouyou, Kageyama Tobio, Sawamura Daichi, Hinata Shouyou's Family, Kageyama Tobio's Family Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, Cold Case AU, Student Kageyama Tobio, Internet Sleuth Kageyama Tobio, Ghost Hinata Shouyou, Detective Sawamura Daichi, Descriptions of Abduction, Descriptions of murder, descriptions of violence, This is a dark story, Heavy Angst, Fluff and Angst, Blood and Injury, Alternate Universe - Reincarnation, Happy Ending, I swear there is believe me

Summary:

The Mysterious Disappearance in Murata - What Happened to Hinata Shouyou?

Kageyama’s eyes roamed the screen as he read about a seventeen year old boy who excelled at his school work, was passionate and outgoing, a star volleyball player in the town’s league, and an overall wonderful person to be around. The article detailed that on an ordinary Friday Hinata said goodbye to his friends at school and began his walk home like he did every weekday. The only difference was that he never made it home.

@hqhorrorweek a fic of mine that fits the day 10 prompts! 

#hqhorrorweek #day 10 #i wrote this back in june but there are elements of the story that fit perfectly with the last day prompts #haikyuu fanfiction #kagehina #kagehina fanfic #also check out the hq horror week blog for some spoopy content!

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The Blue Zinnia That Killed Me

@hqhorrorweek

🍃 haikyuu!!

🍃 prompt: slow but deadly

🍃 kageyama x hinata

🍃 warnings: hanahaki disease

🍃 oneshot

Unrequited love has its consequences.

I won’t stop til I get to where you are

#hanahaki #disease #hanahaki disease #kagehina #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #tobio x hinata #hinata shouyou #kageyama tobio #tobio x shoyo #haikyuu tobio #tobio kageyama #HQHorrorWeek

[redroseinsanity]

This is not what you think it is (it's worse)

Fourth in the Hold your breath, count to ten horror collection for @hqhorrorweek

Day 4:

no sound / razor-sharp claws / a shadow you thought you saw move /they’ll wear you down slowly / the laugh of a demon / curiosity killed the cat

In a big, bustling city, Koushi is undeniably, inescapably, a small town boy.

Sure, it's exciting, brilliant lights that sparkle and wink back at him in the night, the rush of people all with their own fascinating lives, all with purpose and glamour, the hundreds of shops and cafes that pretty much sell variations of practically the same thing.

It's wonderful and exhilarating and Koushi wants to let himself get swept up in the whirlwind and be flung upwards into the dizzying sky full of seemingly endless opportunities.

But when he gets spit back out on land, he stumbles, unable to hold himself after trying to keep up with the constant buzz, exhausted after staying up with a city that never sleeps but unlike him, never tires.

So there are days when he cleaves to the comforting smallness of the apartment, the quiet peace of early morning and the easy domesticity of cooking childhood favourites that his mother taught him before he left.

And then there's Daichi.

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#hqhorrorweek #daisuga #sawamura daichi #sugawara koushi #haikyuu fanfiction #redwrites

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru Characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Oikawa Tooru Additional Tags: Ghosts, Developing Relationship, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Suicide, this sounds miserable but i swear it has a happy ending, at least ~I~ think it's happy

Summary:

Hajime makes a new friend at school.

He's not what he seems.

Written for @hqhorrorweek​ Day 10: the fight of your life!

#not to toot my own horn but this is a good one! #iwaoi #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime #hqhorrorweek

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@hqhorrorweek

Day 5: a monster who knows your thoughts

~you can’t hide anything from me, Iwa-chaaaan <3~

#haikyuu #haikyuu!! #my art #sketches #hajime iwaizumi #tooru oikawa

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haikyuu horror week day 6: seeing double/you don't need memories (click for better quality)

#hqhorrorweek #miya atsumu #miya osamu #miya twins #haikyuu!! #they feed on your memories.... definitely my favorite one so far ahh i enjoyed this sm #went a little bit ham with the stars though hfjdhd it's just too fun #nox arts

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haikyuu horror week day 4: curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back (click for better quality)

#kozume kenma #haikyuu!! #hq!! #hqhorrorweek #nox arts #stupid photos of trad art n stupid tumblr fuckin up the quality

[redroseinsanity]

Hunger

Second in the Hold your breath, count to ten horror collection for @hqhorrorweek

Day 2:

it won’t stop growing / the earth cracking beneath your feet / the beast breaks loose / the glimmer of treasure in a cursed tomb / the path to victory / three years

A monster.

Hajime knows that's what others see his best friend as.

Someone who never seems to tire, who never seems to falter, invincible and indomitable, who goes beyond comprehensible human limits to become a demon on the court.

Hajime knows he's just insatiable.

That there's a thirst for victory that cannot be slaked, that for Oikawa Tooru, being the best is never good enough. He needs to be the ultimate, to climb higher than anyone ever has and then keep going.

It's never enough for Oikawa. It's what makes him so terrifying and so admirable, and Hajime loathes it while finding himself helplessly charmed by it.

Because Hajime also knows that Oikawa is only human. He tires but doesn't let himself show it, or admit it, he just pushes through the burn in his muscles and the fatigue clouding his lungs, forcing his body onwards, higher.

He's afraid too, of all the things out of his control, and Hajime has seen his mind bend to the point of breaking, to the point that Oikawa Tooru is a walking, talking cell formation of anxiety and doubt.

Oikawa may seem as though he is unbreakable, but Hajime has seen him shatter and Hajime was there when he pieced himself back together, got back on his feet and stepped into the court, more infallible than before.

It's breathtaking and terrifying and utterly irresistible—to know that Oikawa is, at the heart of it all, only human.

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#hqhorrorweek #oikawa tooru #Iwaizumi Hajime #iwaoi #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fanfic #redwrites #mild gore #mild body horror

[redroseinsanity]

The moon in your eyes

Third in the Hold your breath, count to ten horror collection for @hqhorrorweek

Day 3:

down in the valley / the sliver of a crescent moon / a screech to fill you with dread / golden eyes blinking in the darkness / a special move / thirty-seven

There's something breathing in the dark and it isn't Keiji.

He doesn't know when it started, but all he knows is that he paused to catch his breath and squint at the path a while ago, and he heard it. A barely audible, rasping inhale and exhale, regular as his own.

At first, he'd wanted to believe it was a night sound, something to blend in with the rustle of leaves in the breeze or the night call of nocturnal birds, or even the scurrying noises of tiny creatures underfoot.

But this is something else, he can't tell where it comes from, if it's above him, behind him, beside him, perhaps in front of him, always one step ahead.

Even if it were, he wouldn't know for the moon is hardly a crack of yellow in the sky, the thinnest curve like the glowing imprint of a fingernail mark on black cloth.

He can hardly see his own hands, as pale as they are and as near as he waves them in front of his face.

So Keiji is in the countryside, with blood on his clothes and the knife still in his hand, with a haze of black shrouding everything around him and something breathing in that dark murkiness.

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#hqhorrorweek #akaashi keiji #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fanfiction #TW: brief mentions of abuse #redwrites

[redroseinsanity]

Kindess is a Luxury

First in the Hold your breath, count to ten horror collection for @hqhorrorweek

Day 1:

black feathers / surrounded on all sides / a dead serious stare / blood filling your mouth / a threat you don’t see until it’s too late / too fast

The light wanes as Kuroo Tetsurou trudges upslope, fighting the wind and his own selfish desire to go home and warm his hands by the fire.

Flurries of snow whirl past him, he can't really feel the tips of his ears and he wishes he could afford a better cap, a thicker outer layer. Winter has come early this year and the people in his village are struggling.

So is he.

He works to pull in a breath of frigid air, hands stiff around the makeshift staff that he has and his back aching with the supplies the village has loaded him with.

Six people. Six villagers gone missing in less than two weeks. That's six families bereft and grieving, six fewer pairs of hands to prepare for winter and a much more sombre mood hanging over them as a whole.

Kuroo had volunteered to scout the mountainside. After all, he has nothing to lose and perhaps they are stranded in the snow or injured and in need of aid.

In the dying rays of the sunset, the snow glints in a blinding fashion when he spies what looks like a spill of frozen water ahead, dark and curving across the stark white. But as he draws closer, the horrific realisation strikes as the glossy black splits into strands and reveals itself as locks rather than ice.

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#hqhorrorweek #kuroo tetsuro #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fanfic #redwrites

[redroseinsanity]

Tenth in the Hold your breath, count to ten horror collection for @hqhorrorweek 

Day 10:

a single flickering light / a noise from far away that keeps getting louder / the view from the top /all i wanna be is unforgettable / out of breath / the fight of your life

The world is silent for Hajime, it has been for a long time. 

He doesn’t mind it much, it’s peaceful even, to live insulated from the rest of the universe. His hut is a little further away from the town centre but he likes it that way, away from awkward encounters and pitying stares, nearer to the nightsong of the forest that he cannot hear and to the stars that he imagines play a melody for those asleep. 

Hajime’s days have a sort of consistency to them; although he does a variety of jobs, they tend to fall into a pattern that delineate his days. The way the small mouths of lambs open and close soundlessly, how sparks fly when his hammer hits the metal and the therapeutic swing of his axe, cleaving wood smoothly into half. 

The sunlight is scorching, even through Hajime’s closed lids, staining his vision a brilliant red. He opens his eyes and surveys his surroundings, taking in the sprawling fields, the way the shadows from the trees dance with the breeze. 

With a firm but steady hand, he guides the sheep back into the pen as he bows to the mistress. She smiles and her lips form the words he has come to learn is ‘thank you’. He mumbles it back, for after years and years, he’s not even sure if he’s saying it right anymore. 

He lives in the peripheries of other people’s lives — Hajime the odd job man. He’s made himself useful, in the fields as a shepherd, apprenticing with the blacksmith, learning purely by watching demonstrations and burning his fingers too many times, spending his free time chopping wood and ensuring the elderly and widowed have enough to stay warm in the winter. 

It’s a quiet, uneventful life, but Hajime is fine with it, finds meaning in it. There is solace in the contentment of sheep grazing and joy in creating in the smith, there is warmth in the grateful smiles and portions of food given in exchange for the bundles of wood he delivers. 

The world is silent for Hajime until he’s chopping wood and clear as a bell, a voice right next to his ear goes: “Hello.”

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#hqhorrorweek #iwaoi #Iwaizumi Hajime #oikawa tooru #deaf!iwa #mild body horror #spirits #redwrites #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fanfiction

[redroseinsanity]

Richer than milk, sweeter than honey

Ninth in the Hold your breath, count to ten horror collection for @hqhorrorweek

Day 9:

cold to the touch / a taste of poison / do your eyes deceive you? /always getting what you want / target the weak / slow but deadly

The first time Tetsurou goes, it’s for his mother. She has a worrying cough, the kind that ends in breathless gasps and garners pitying looks from their fellow villagers. Although Tetsurou is only ten, he knows what this means, and he knows that if she does not recover by the time winter rolls around, she may not recover at all.

So he goes, deep into the forest just like the old lady from the tiniest hut in the village told him, looking for a faerie ring. He’s already fallen twice, with scrapes on his knees and a stinging scratch on his chin to prove it, but on he pushes, his mother’s hacking echoing in his ears.

He nearly sees the faerie ring too late, almost stepping into the circle of harmless looking toadstools before jerking backwards and nearly toppling off balance again, but he braces himself on a sturdy tree trunk and takes two careful steps back.

“Where there is a faerie ring means there may be fae nearby.” He nods to himself as he recalls the old lady’s words and quickly sets out his meager offerings of the small portion of milk and broken off bit of honeycomb that he filched from the dwindling stores of his house. It’s not much, he thinks despondently, but this is the best he can do.

Although his hands tremble, he doesn’t spill anything as he sets the items down on the grass and draws a steadying breath to recite the words he was taught.

He’s only halfway through the stanza that he memorised when he senses the weight of a gaze, turns to discover a pair of cool, golden eyes on him from above and yelps, involuntarily retreating before forcing himself to stay put and planting his feet firmly on the ground.

For a brief second, Tetsurou gapes at the being, neither young nor old, power radiating from the petite frame and amber eyes bemused.

"Are you a faerie?" Tetsurou finds his voice and tries to keep it from trembling too much. Even so, when the being leans from the branch they're on to peer at Tetsurou, he instinctively shrinks away before summoning all his courage and standing tall.

Again, the spark of amusement is evident in those glittering eyes that speak volumes in a way that the rest of the tiny pointed face does not.

"And if I am?" The possible faerie's voice is light, like a leaf drifting to the ground in autumn or the whisper of the field as the wind careens past it.

"I need your help," Tetsurou wishes he is as confident as he imagines himself to be, but he just sounds scared, "Please."

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#hqhorrorweek #kuroken #Kuroo Tetsurou #Kozume Kenma #fae #faerie! kenma #fantasy au #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fanfiction #redwrites

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Tu es, ergo sum

Seventh in the Hold your breath, count to ten horror collection for @hqhorrorweek

Tu es, ergo sum - You are, therefore I am

Day 7:

a little party never killed nobody / don’t scare them / a mouth full of knives /come out and play / two on two / this is my idea of fun

The string quartet plays a lively tune that fades into background noise as the guests mingle. It's a sea of silky dresses, wool shawls and high heels, three piece suits and cravats, coiffed hair and thick, dark lashes. The marble pillars stretch up into arches that support the high ceilings and crystal chandeliers.

This is glamour and all its trappings, in the gloss of the polished floor and the perfumed air, the lush velvet curtains and the collection of art spread across the room and along the walls.

But as the evening wears on, it's easy to pick up on the minute slips, the cracks in this exterior.

The champagne is, on closer inspection not pale gold and sparkling in flutes, rather it goes flat almost immediately and sits dully, both in the glass and on the tongue. A bead of sweat arcs down a young woman's temple even as she forges on in a conversation with another guest, and her hands shake slightly though she clasps them in front of her.

In fact, most conversations seem tense and artificially hushed, as though afraid to rise above the music or to be heard at all. Lined eyes, hooded by smokey lids dart around and carry an anxious urgency as they examine the crowd.

The exquisite chandelier that drips from the ceiling, is not simply comprised of cut crystal. On closer inspection, each piece has a figure embossed on it, in the likeness of a human within the clear rock. And each is bent in agony, the tiny faces of every individual twisted for all eternity.

A clear, bell-like sound draws the crowd's attention to a tall figure. His cheekbones are immaculate, fair skin and long lashes that frame sharp eyes with crimson irises.

He's stunning, he's terrifying and he's the love of Hajime's life. Or afterlife, in this case.

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#hqhorrorweek #Iwaizumi Hajime #oikawa tooru #iwaoi #mild gore #afterlife shenanigans #accidental fluff #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fanfiction #redwrites

[redroseinsanity]

Snakes and Ladders

Sixth in the Hold your breath, count to ten horror collection for @hqhorrorweek

Day 6:

smiles that know too much / seeing double / an old woman smiling at you from far away / endless fields / you don’t need memories / switched

Daichi wakes up to a pale dawn and a drop of dew dotting his cheek.

A cloudless sky and the scent of barley, the itch of grass poking through his clothes and nothing much else.

He sits up, unsure of where he is, when he is and worse, who he is. It's a strange, untethered feeling that has him patting himself down, looking for any sort of indication. But all he winds up with is the feel of rough cotton and an increased sense of weightlessness.

Slowly he stands, surveying his surroundings. The barley field is a sea of dancing gold in the morning light, rippling with the breeze and stretching onwards to the horizon.

And yet, just barely at the edges of his hearing, the soft patter of rain, though try as he might, there are no dark clouds or even spots of light showers to be found.

The field is skirted by a thick forest that hems one side of it, running off into the distance. It's endless. Daichi has the sensation of being out at sea, looking around and finding that there is nothing but shades of blue as far as the eye can see, in any and every direction.

Then it comes, a flash of laughter that seems burned into his memory, it echoes once before fading as abruptly as it arrived.

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#hqhorrorweek #sawamura daichi #The uncanny #implied daisuga #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fanfiction #redwrites

[redroseinsanity]

Recurring Decimal

Fifth in the Hold your breath, count to ten horror collection for @hqhorrorweek

Day 5:

a monster who knows your thoughts / he’s easily replaced / what you don’t understand / the last ones standing / next in line / an uncontainable desire

Kuroo's already up when Kenma shuffles in, the late morning light streaming in with overly bright cheeriness that makes Kenma wince minutely and squint a little.

Kuroo glances up with a grin and hits a button on a complicated remote, and with a whisper of synthetic cloth, the day curtains slowly close. Now that the glare of the sun has been filtered into a muted yellow glow, Kenma plops into his chair with a sigh and reaches for the french toast that's still warm.

Kuroo must have done a fresh batch when he heard Kenma get up, because the french toast is still crispy at first bite and fluffy on the inside, gently sweet and it makes Kenma hum happily before reaching for a sleek grey device and focusing on it.

"Morning, kitten," Kuroo says at last, eyes bemused and fond as he flicks through what must be the news on his own device.

"Morning," Kenma murmurs, then hits pause and glances up, golden eyes carefully neutral, "What did you do before I woke up?"

"Oh, I only cleaned the entire house like, three times," Kuroo drawls, his expression mischievous and smile full of teasing laughter that's barely contained.

"We have two cleaning bots," Kenma points out dryly, flicking a glance at the robots in question, dome shaped heads shiny and orange lights indicating that they're currently in hibernation mode.

"Ah, so we do," Kuroo concedes lightly, "I did all the laundry then."

"Our laundry system is automatic," Kenma purses his lips to prevent a small smile from escaping, "We just throw the clothes in and they get washed, dried and pressed before coming out folded or hung up?"

"Right, that," Kuroo's grinning now, making no effort to hide it, "I… waited for you to wake up?"

Kenma snorts, he can't help it. He's completely relaxed now, slouched down to huddle into his over-sized sweater, it's crimson and technically Kuroo's but he got to it first so he's going to hang on to it for as long as he can.

"Try again," He chuckles, eyes soft as he looks at Kuroo who's lazily draped over the couch, chin propped on his hands over the back of the sofa to face Kenma.

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#hqhorrorweek #haikyuu!! #Kozume Kenma #Kuroo Tetsurou #kuroken #MCD #mild gore #sci-fi au #haikyuu fanfiction #redwrites