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mavrintarou · 2 years

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Lord Miya Atsumu [1]

Yes, finally, Atsumu's story. If you're new, I have Haikyuu Lord series completed for Sakusa, Suna (there was a love triangle between Atsumu and Rintarou), Kita and now Atsumu... Osamu is coming up after this.

Warning: angst; smut; these are shit warnings; asshole Atsumu; mentions of Lady Suna; Note: not proofread yet

Second part

. Y/n stood there, watching her husband walk right past her without a hint of acknowledgment. It was a familiar scene, one that had repeated itself not just once or twice, but countless times over the past three months. The lack of recognition had become a painful routine, leaving her feeling invisible and unimportant in their relationship.

Their marriage was hastily arranged and quickly assigned to quell the scandal surrounding Atsumu.

Y/n has known Lord Atsumu since their childhood days, of the twins, Lord Osamu was her favorite, of course.

Once again, she observed her husband’s unsteady pace, a clear sign of intoxication, as he stumbled with each step.

His parents held on to the belief and hope that marriage would foster his maturity and growth as a responsible man. Little did they know that on their wedding night, she was left alone as her husband departed, only returning in the morning. Despite the initial setback, she devoted herself wholeheartedly for the first four months of their marriage, striving to fulfill her role as a dedicated wife and woman to her husband.

Lord Atsumu has persistently disregarded her, making it clear that she is not the person he desires and that he wants nothing to do with her. Their marriage has become nothing more than a mere formality. He has explicitly expressed his disinterest in her and firmly asserted that she should not harbor any expectations from him. Whatever affairs he engages in beyond the confines of their compound are of no concern to her.

Y/n had caught wind of the scandal involving her husband and another woman, who had now become Lady Suna Y/n. It was the very woman whom Atsumu had loved and desired to pursue a courtship with.

At the gathering, Y/n had the opportunity to meet Lady Suna and immediately understood why she had captivated her husband’s heart. Lady Suna possessed a striking beauty and exuded kindness, emanating a radiant glow that left Y/n herself captivated also.

When they departed from the gathering, Atsumu’s mood resembled a ticking bomb, on the verge of detonation. “How dare you speak to her?” he finally snapped, his anger unleashed.

Y/n stared at her husband with confused eyes and defended herself. “I only spoke to her, what is wrong with that? Tell me?”

He shook his head and remained silent.

. .

Y/n’s made, while serving her breakfast, informed her, “Lord Atsumu returned early this morning.”

Accepting her meal, Y/n looked at her maid with a gentle smile. “You needn’t report his whereabouts to me any longer, Mirei. I shouldn’t know where he has been,” she whispered.

Her maid gazes at her with sorrowful eyes. “Yes, my Lady, I will not report on Lord Atsumu any longer.”

Y/n ate her breakfast alone, a routine she has grown accustomed to. She no longer wishes or dreams of having any meals with her husband. She wonders what mistake or sin she has committed to now serve her time in this dreadful marriage.

“Dr. Ikuta will be here this afternoon to… evaluate you, my Lady.”

After a month of marriage, Y/n’s in-laws started to inquire why she had not conceived a child yet. Her husband swiftly responded, stating that he was not yet prepared for parenthood. The following month, the question arose once again, leaving both couples at a loss for an answer.

“Is there a reason why you are not trying?” Y/n looked at her mother-in-law with wide eyes. “I know… my son… is he treating you well?”

“Yes, Atsumu-san is treating me well.” Y/n lied, she smiles, hoping to convince her mother-in-law.

She did not look convinced, “you must tell me if he does not. Atsumu may be an adult now, but he is still my son and I feel as though I still need to lecture him and guide him to make the right choices.”

Y/n nodded, “understood. I will.”

The short ride back to their small compound was silent, as usual.

“Come to my chambers tonight after your bath.”

Y/n looked at the back of his head as he walked away as soon as they made it through the gates.

Twenty minutes later, Y/n announces herself outside his chambers. She enters his chambers upon hearing his quiet come in.

He stands against the wall with his arms crossed in his yukata. “Strip and lay face down with your ass up.”

Y/n’s face flushed with humiliation. “No,” her voice shook with nothing but anger. “I will not.”

An eyebrow raises, in the challenge, “is this not your wishes, wife? To serve and bear my heir?”

“If you do not wish to make love to me, husband, I do not want nothing at all.”

“Love?” he chuckles, “I do not make love.” He stripped his yukata off.

He stands naked before her, but she keeps her eyes locked on him, glaring at him.

“We do this, you bear an heir for my parents to be happy about and then we’ll do our things. In my opinion, this will not only benefit me but you as well.” He walks closer, “either we do this nicely, or I will take you.”

Lord Atsumu’s smirk widens at her icy stare as she begins to angrily take off her yukata, tossing it aside and putting herself in the position he ordered. He stands above her, admiring her naked body. Her skin looked smooth and soft, pure and innocent.

Looking down at his cock, he scoffs, seeing it hard and excited. He drops down on one knee and grazes his fingers up her thigh – sure enough, her skin was soft.

Softer than anything he’s felt.

“Hurry up.”

Lord Atsumu smacked his palm against her bottom, smirking when she yelps. “As you wish, wife.” He runs his fingers along her slit, making sure to rub her clit before pushing a finger inside of her. “You’re going to need to relax if you don’t want me to hurt you.”

He instantly felt her body loosen, and soften around his finger before he slipped another finger inside, thrusting inside of her to prep her.

Unable to control himself any longer, he kneels behind her and presses the tip of his glistening cock against her core, thrusting in abruptly and hard.

His eyes widen, “you’re a virgin?”

She doesn’t answer, faces buried in his futon. Her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Looking down, he can see the tint of redness coating his cock as he slowly withdrew to only thrust again.

“Fuck… I thought you would have given it to half-breed EunHyuk.” He sneered, gripping her hips as he thrusts his hips at a slow and deep pace.

Lord Atsumu’s low groan echoes in his chamber alone, he doesn’t care that his wife is someone who manages to contain herself. Though he believes she must be enjoying it as much as he is if she is this wet for him. His thrusts fasten and deepen as he reaches to grope her tits, “hopefully one time… is enough to impregnate you?”

The thought of her round tits full of milk sent excitement through Atsumu. He grips her wrists, pushing her completely flat on her stomach before thrusting hard until he feels her walls flutter around his cock – that was enough for him to cum.

He sits back, slowly thrusting to push his seed further into her womb before pulling out and rolling off of her. He watched her roll over, and reach for her yukata to slip on before leaving his chambers.

A few weeks later, her monthly period arrived.

Lord Atsumu called for a doctor, who assured them that Y/n is healthy and should have no problem conceiving.

“Once, every week, you will come to my chambers until you are with child.”

It was a routine for Y/n. Depending on which day her husband was feeling it, he would call for her and she would enter his chambers, shred her yukata, and lay down on her stomach with her lower half risen.

Some nights, he would take her once, most nights it would be two or three times.

Each time he was done, she would slip out and return to her chambers.

“I do not feel any changes to my body, it may be another false hope visit,” Y/n answers her maid. It has been two months since they’ve been trying, and nothing has happened.

“I have faith, my Lady,” the older woman assures with a smile, “I have faith you will be with a child soon.”

The expression on the doctor’s face provided her with the answer she sought.

Nothing.

“Maybe… keep trying. Maybe, try a different position?” Dr. Ikuta looks at Lord Atsumu, he seemed to be confused and frustrated as to why Y/n was not pregnant as well if they have been actively trying. “Try the lotus pose – where my Lady will be in your lap with your arms underneath her legs, holding her. Once you have ejaculated, try placing a pillow under my Lady’s hips, so she is elevated. That should help with conceiving.”

Y/n’s heart fluttered against her chest, her cheeks burning. Up until now, her husband has only taken her from behind. Whether it be her on her knees, or against being pressed against the wall, or laying sideways.

She has never faced him while trying to / have a baby.

Lord Atsumu glances at her briefly before looking at the doctor, “we will try that.”

That evening Y/n entered his chamber, his back was towards her, and he stood naked from the waist up. He wore some loose pants that sat low on his hips.

She looks at the extra pillows that were stacked neatly at the end of the futon.

Y/n exhales sharply before taking off her yukata and kneeling on the futon. “I am ready.”

His pants drop and he steps out of them, walking towards her.

She tries to keep her breath calm as this would be the first time that she would see her husband.

Lord Atsumu kneels beside her, “lay down on your back,” he holds a hand up, silencing her. “I know what the doctor said, but this will make it less awkward.”

Without questioning, she lays on her back, hands on her belly. She widens her legs, allowing him to fill that space.

Y/n turns her face, to keep herself from staring at him.

“You don’t need to look away,” he says softly.

Her eyes snap at him, surprised at his sudden tone. “I… we just never – done this way…”

“I know,” he says softly again, “just relax.” He strokes his cock and smirks when her eyes widen. She was so innocent. He towers over her and drops onto one elbow. His face was so close to hers; her breath quickened as if she had never been that close to his face before. Her fingers fumbled, wanting nothing but to touch him.

In one smooth thrust, he was fully embedded inside her. He observed her expression contort in pain, and swiftly inquired, “are you all right?”

Her eyes are squeezed shut and she swallowed the lump in her throat, “yes,” opening her eyes. “It’s… just different.”

Atsumu nodded and slowly began to move his hips, creating a slow and steady pace. He had only taken her from behind, never paying attention to her expressions before. Her eyes were fixed upon him, gazing in a manner that caused his heart to race in an unfamiliar manner. He felt a lump forming in his throat, realizing that he had never truly looked into his wife’s eyes before.

He shifts his body so he’s holding his upper weight with both his elbows now. “How – how is that?” he whispers, and she nodded her head in response.

This wasn’t their first time together, but it felt like it.

It felt more intimate.

He slowly rolls his hips, getting faster each time. His eyes fell on her lips, which were parted and she controlled her breathing, refraining from letting out a moan. Atsumu found himself yearning to hear the sound of her voice.

He snapped his hips, and her hands shoot to cover her mouth, preventing any sound from slipping. He grabs both wrists, pinning them to each side of her head, “I want to hear you,” he orders, “don’t hold back.” He swiftly thrust hard again and a whimper slipped through. His lips curve in triumph, and he does it repeatedly, earning himself her sweet moans.

His ego roared with superiority, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her lips.

Gradually, inch by inch, his lips drew nearer and nearer until they finally met hers in a tender kiss.

For the first time, he lets his mouth move over hers in a passionate kiss.

Atsumu breaks the kiss, panting heavily. Her swollen lips only screamed for more and he smiled.

His eyes shift to her tits, jiggling with each thrust and her perky nipples grazing his chest. He releases her wrists and shifts to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.

He was close, ready to combust. He felt her fingers threading through his hair and he looks up. Atsumu had never witnessed her gaze at him in such a loving, longing manner before.

Or had she always looked at him this way and never noticed?

She cupped his face, “’Tsumu…”

Atsumu moved quickly, to seal his lips against hers again, hungrily. His tongue tangled with hers, dancing with hers. He grabs her legs, hiking them over his shoulders and increasing his thrusts.

He breaks the kiss again, but his lips hover closely over hers.

Her quiet whimpers were enough to push him over the edge.

Atsumu winces, groaning loud as he shoots his load deep inside of her.

Her nails dig into his biceps, and he opens his eyes, looking dark and deeply into hers.

After a few seconds, he breaks away, sitting up and letting her legs fall beside her. Slowly, he eases himself out of her before grabbing the pillow and lifting her hips to slide a pillow underneath. “Do you think a second one is needed?”

Y/n shakes her head, “I can go do this in my chambers.”

He runs a hand through his hair, “no, don’t move.”

. .

What was supposed to be once a week, became almost every night.

Her husband has taken her in all positions, and she felt as though she is in a dream with the way he has recently been looking at her.

She doesn’t know what has possessed him, but he is looking at her with what she long for… affection.

She stared at her husband sleeping and wanted badly to touch his face.

For a whole week now, she has spent the night in his chambers.

It was slow but positive progress, she thought.

Sitting up and quietly, she detangled herself from her husband and left his chambers.

A hot bath is ready, and she wipes the residue between her legs. She stares at the milky seed on her fingers, before washing it away with a warm cloth.

After washing herself, she relaxes against the tub, a small smile on her lips.

She places a hand against her abdomen, wondering if life has taken place in her womb.

“Please,” she whispers to herself. “I can’t wait to meet you.”

. .

Y/n looks away, containing her smile as her husband walks by, not before stopping and asking if she is all right. She answers quietly, “yes, I am fine.”

He nods his head before informing her he has business outside.

Her spirit dropped, was he going to an ochaya-house?

“May I, go to the market with Mirei?”

He blinks before answering, “of course, just don’t stay out too long.”

Y/n smiles, “I won’t.”

She watched her husband leave the compound until the gates closed Mirei giggled.

“What is so funny?” Y/n questioned.

“It is not funny, my Lady. It is wonderful. I am so happy to finally see my Lord and my Lady, happy together.”

. .

“What are we here for, my Lady?”

Y/n looks around, “I would like to look for some… textile.”

Mirei’s brow rise, “for…”

“For a baby.” Y/n finished, blushing. “I know… it might be too early but… I just want to look.”

Her maid shakes her head, “never too early, let us go this way.” She leads her lady toward the opposite end. “I am sure when you are finally blessed, my Lord will not allow you to step out of the compound. We should seek now so I can send the others to find what you like later on.”

Y/n smiles, “I like that.”

She follows her maid to the textile area and begins looking through the various rolls.

She was about to reach for a fabric when another hand touched hers. “Oh sorry,” she apologizes, retrieving her hand.

But that exact hand grabbed hers.

She turned her head to look at this person and their face was covered, eyes down. His hat had a sheer netting that covered down to his shoulders which made it difficult to see who they were. Their grip and manly hands were enough to let her know it was a male – yet, what was he doing in this area?

She couldn’t recognize this person at all until she cautiously peered into their eyes.

In an instant, she recognized those eyes anywhere. “Eunhyuk?”

. . .

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willowfolksong · 2 years

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Um hello!!! Can I request Sakusa + enemies to lovers with fem or gn!reader??

finding home

- Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader

- SFW

a/n: this is a request by the lovely @amarinthe , who's also a fellow writer, and you should totally check out her blog. I do hope that this fits your idea dear, and I apologize for the royal!AU and the almost arranged marriage I threw in the mix as well. If it's not what you had in mind tho, just let me know and I'll write something else. I still hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it. Thank you again, you're very sweet ❤

Love,

Willow 🍂

Requests are open! 🍂

It's freezing in your cell. You hug yourself, rubbing your arms in chase of the heat you need to survive. There are no mirrors there, just walls and bars, and a window too high for you to reach, but you know your lips must be turning blue. You crack one eye open to look at your nails, digging hard on the flesh of your arms.

Purple, like the dress you wore on your last birthday.

There will be no more birthday's on the palace where you grew up. No more feasts. No more laughs. The land you used to call home it's nothing but ashes on top of ashes now, growing cold under the fall of snow.

You've lost the strength to cry.

By the time your the door of your cell opens and closes, and the shadow of a man washes over you, shivers are wreaking your body from head to toe. The stranger clicks his tongue, something like annoyance in the command he gives to the guard on the other side of the metal bars. You're too numb to think about what's happening when one of them picks you up in his arms and carries you out of the walls you've ben trapped since you were captured. The last thing you see before succumbing to sleep is a flash of brown hair on the corner of your eyes.

Grand Duke Kiyoomi has eyes as dark as his soul, and you hate him since the first time you saw your own reflection on them. He visits you on the chambers they've given you on the north wing of the palace, when you're already strong enough to walk around again. You still have bruises and cuts all over your legs, from when they dragged you through the streets of your own city to throw you in a separate wagon from the rest of the prisoners. A princess deserves special treatment.

He eyes your recovering wounds in silence, his gaze lingering over your uncovered shoulders. "I hope you're comfortable" he says at last, hands behind his back and a boring expresion on his face.

You try not to laugh out of spite, and end up huffing instead. "I would be more comfortable in my own room"

"This is your own room now" Kiyoomi explains, as if he was speaking to a toddler. His calm voice makes you want to throw up.

"I thought I was a prisoner" you reason. You didn't dream what happened to your kingdom. To your people and your family. You were there. You remember it. "Prisioners are not supposed to sleep in lavish rooms"

"You'll be sleeping here, and that's final"

When he leaves, you throw a pillow at the door and muffle your screams in your bedsheets until your throat burns like acid.

You're not sure what you're supposed to do. You've never had everything taken away from you until now. A maid that doesn't speaks to you brings you food and comes by to help you bath and dress, but you snap at her and yell until you don't have any air in your lungs, and she's gone in tears. The door is always locked, but you still try to open it everytime you wake up, and then once more before going to bed.

When you start to return your meals intact, Kiyoomi stops by your room again. All dressed in black, he looks like death.

"I won't let you starve to death" he tells you, and this time you do laugh, a bitter sound violently ripped out of your throat.

"You won't let me get out of the room either. Or explain to me what's happening or why am I here"

He nods after a few tense seconds, apparently conceding that you indeed don't have any idea of what's going on.

"Your kingdom is gone. You're the last survivor of the royal family..."

"All because of you" you whisper, tears welling up in your eyes against your will "Monster"

He pauses, squinting his eyes, just in time for the hilt of his sword to catch the light coming from the window. You couldn't be more glad for the large bed in between the two of you.

"I won't have you locked up in a cold cell like a criminal" he talks again after a second.

"You'll have me whither away in a room that's not my own instead" he turns around to leave, but the sound of your voice makes him stop "And that's it? Am I supposed to stay here, sleeping forever under the same roof of my family's murderer?"

You refuse to drown in the dark of his eyes when he looks back at you over his shoulder "Yes"

You wander around the same room day in and day out. The maid that used to come help you is replaced by a much younger one— a curious little thing with wide eyes and an easy smile for someone that's supposed to be her enemy. You scream at her, fend her off, but this one isn't afraid, and she always comes back. Soon, the loneliness makes you crack, and you find yourself answering her questions in quiet little whispers.

You can see the snow covering the gardens outside, from the window near your bed. There's nothing safe from the frosty white, except the eyes of your captor.

"I want to see him" you tell Lia, the new maid, one evening while she brushes your hair.

She pauses, hand frozen by the top of your head "You want to see the Grand Duke?"

"Yes"

"Oh" she resumes her movements with a stiffness that wasn't there before "I see"

"Could you tell someone?" you ask, searching for her eyes on the mirror "You're the only person around that I talk to"

"I'll do my best"

He comes to see you at dawn, and you gasp and cover yourself with the covers, retreating back into your bed. He's dressed as usual, the gold patterns on his black tunic mocking your disheveled hair and puffy eyes.

"Did you want to talk?"

You swallow the hate that rises from your belly, folding your hands on your lap and keeping your eyes on him "Yes"

"I'm listening"

"I want to be able to come out of this room" he doesn't moves, doesn't says a word, and so you continue "I'm going crazy in here. I need to breathe"

He walks to the window, gloved hands firmly held behind his back. He's imposively tall, a menacing dark shadow against the colors of winter. You bring the covers closer to your chest.

"If you try to escape, I'll search for you and lock you up again" he warns you, impassive "This time forever"

"Where would I escape to?" you ball your fists into he sheets and bite your bottom lip until it bleeds.

"Fair"

It's more freezing inside than out, with walls covered with the portraits of people you don't recognize, and the many closed doors you don't care that much to open.

And the empty stares of the guards, and the servants whispers that follow behind you as you move from one room to another.

So you decide to spend time outside instead, letting the snow cover the skirt of your dress and burying your hands in the white, smooth surface to feel something similar to what you did when Christmas time was around, and your only worry was not to fall sick.

You leave a trail of water and melted ice on your wake, back to your room. Kiyoomi regards you wearily when you reach the top of the stairs, his eyes disapproving the mess behind you.

"Be more careful" he says, tone clipped "There's water everywhere"

The next day, you bring as much snow as you can in your dress, soaking the entrance carpet and staining the stairs.

"The Grand Duke is a good person" Lia tells you out of nowhere one night while she pours water over your head. You lean your head back against the edge of the tub "He's much better than his uncle" you open one of your eyes to look at her when she comes closer to whisper conspiratorially in your ear "The king"

"Does the king has any children?" you ask, cupping water between your hands and watching it escape between your fingers.

Lia hums "No, he doesn't. So Lord Kiyoomi is technically his heir"

You want to plunge your head under water and hold your breath until you explode "I see"

You find the library by chance, during a stormy day when the entrance doors are firmly closed. It's huge, like the one from your home, and you spot a few familiar titles between the shelves. When the night arrives, you're surrounded by mountains of them, the skirt of your dress open around you. You notice Kiyoomi looming over you just when you start the second chapter of a novel that has caught your eye.

"It's late" he says, and you lift your eyes to watch the candles on each of his hands curiously "You should be in your room"

"I should be home" you spit at him, turning the page "But that place doesn't exist anymore. We're not always were we're supposed to be"

He leaves one candle near the stache of books on your right and disappears out of your sight.

You can still feel his presence lingering behind you, but you refuse to acknowledge it, only sparing him a glance when you decide to abandon your reading for the night. Over the flickering flames of the candle beside him, he watches you leave.

It becomes an habit of yours. The only way you can escape is through a book. Between their pages, you can be anything but a prisoner of war in the claws of your enemy. You devour book after book, plot after plot.

You talk with the characters in your sleep.

You start getting curious about topics you've never wanted to read before.

One day, at the top of your pile of to-read ones, you find a book that you don't recognize. A fairytale one, full of myths and legends from your land, with a hard red cover and gold intricate letters for the title. You read the stories with your mother's voice in your head, and cry yourself to sleep that night, with the book held tightly between your arms.

Kiyoomi is startled to see you appear in the dining room with the morning light. You can tell because both of his eyebrows go up, only for a fraction of a second, and he rests his knife perfectly angled with the plate in front him.

You chose a seat directly in front of him, on the other side of the long table. A servant rushes to you immediately, apologizing profusely, and calling more people to help him serve you and bring you the same of what Kiyoomi is having.

The Grand Duke blinks.

"Do you have any other books like that?" you ask, twirling around the milk on your cup, food still untouched.

"I do"

"Can you lend them to me?"

"I can gift them to you"

You hum.

You will not feel any gratitude for such a menial gesture.

He killed your family.

You close your eyes and try to remember your father's face without any blood on it.

The milk soothes your burning throat "I would appreciate that"

You eat in silence, Kiyoomi's eyes never abandoning you. When you're done and you stand up to leave, you realize he didn't touched the rest of his food.

"I don't believe in them, you know" you suddenly tell him one of those evening where he sits by the table behind your usual spot on the floor, quietly reading some stuff of his own. He lifts a single eyebrow at your words "It's not like I believe in fairytales. Not anymore"

"I see"

You huff, pursing your lips at his dismissal. You feel like talking. You feel like saying anything to fill the silence. "It's about familiarity"

"About finding a piece of what you lost in them" he provides, and you forget whatever you were going to say to watch him curiously.

He sounds like he understands.

"Do you do that too?"

His gaze is back to the pages in his hands "No"

You have a feeling he does.

"His parents died when he was little" Lia confides you, munching thoughtfully on the little biscuits you offered to share with her "A tragedy. No one really knows hat happened. Well, at least none of us common folks. Maybe someone on the royal family knows what really happened to them"

"He was raised by his uncle, then?" you ask, taking another sip of your tea. It's grown cold, and you leave it on the tray with a grimace.

"Yes, but not the king. The other one. On his mother side. Lord Motoya's father"

"Oh?"

"It was better that way, if you ask me" she keeps talking, asking permission with a glance to eat the rest of the treats. You nod, and she happily brings another other one to her mouth "The king is... well... a difficult person. I'm glad that the Grand Duke was raised by a good family. Only God knows how my life as maid would have been here if not"

"You should take your gloves off to do that" you casually suggest at Kiyoomi in the middle of your reading. There's a romance novel by your feet, and your favorite fairytale book open on your lap, but you're sudenly bored, and watching the flames dance on the fireplace it's only fun for a while.

"To read?" you peek from behind your shoulder to see if Kiyoomi is looking at his hands. He is, and when his gaze promptly snaps to you, you quickly go back to pay attention to the fire.

"To turn the pages" you explain "It's the best feeling in the world, to feel them. Their texture. On your fingers"

"I never take off my gloves"

"There is something that everyone knows, tho" adds Lia, voice hoarse and eyes trained on the ceiling, from where she is laying back on the bed. You changed the tea for a bottle of wine and now she seems to have suddenly forgotten that you're technically a princess.

A prisoner one, but still a princess.

"What's that?"

She thinks for a moment, maybe reconsidering if it's a good idea to tell you. Maybe just waiting for the alcohol to pass.

"He found them" she finally says "His family"

"Found them dead?"

"Yeah. The servants say that when his uncle arrived, he was kneeling down in front of their bodies, hands bathed in blood"

You hate that you're used to walk around the endless halls, and that you know the garden by memory now. You hate that one day you look out the window, and little dots of green seem to be fighting against the white. That the cold dies, and the warm light of the morning sun gets strong enough to make you cast your blankets aside.

Life is finding it's way. It's spring.

Kiyoomi's presence is not unwelcomed anymore, as much as you try and fail to make your body react in an uncomfortable way around him. You hate that you've started to look forward to see him at the library, and that his judging stare comforts you as you stroll through the melting snow that has piled around the garden fountain.

You hate that the black of his eyes has become an alluring trap, and that death is not the only thing you see in them anymore.

They shine in the light.

"I hate you" you say one day, during one of those breakfast that became a tradition without you realizing it.

He stops eating to look at you from behind his long eyelashes "I know"

"I hate what you did to my family and to my kingdom"

He stills, and one of his hands moves to fix the glove on the other one. It's a nervous habit. You've been observant "I wasn't there"

"What?"

"I wasn't there" he says again, louder this time "And I didn't gave the order either"

"They were your men" he nods, back to cutting his bread. "They were your men, and that's why it's your fault"

"I know"

"It's your fault" you repeat, frustrated, getting up and throwing your knife and fork on the table with a resounding clank that makes the boy standing near the door with the pitcher of water jump "You won't take that away from me"

"Isn't this marvelous?" Lia says, dancing around your room with your brush in one hand and a bottle of perfume in the other "You're being invited to have dinner with the Grand Duke. This is such a big occasion!"

You shrug, looking at your reflection in the vanity mirror "It's nothing big. I've had breakfast with him before"

"Breakfast is not the same as dinner" Lia finally comes to stand behind you, ready to make your hair shine "Having dinner with someone feels much more important"

The man that comes looking for you to escort you to the dining room it's dressed in full armor, a long white cape with a dark shield flowing behind him. He looks you up and down and bows, smiling teasingly, before falling into step besides you.

"A pleasure to finally meet you, princess" you're not sure if he's being serious or not, but you nod regardless. The twinkling of his silver armour makes your thoughts a bit jumpy.

"I don't think I've seen you before" you say, and it's true, because you would remember someone like him around, with golden hair and knowing brown eyes.

"That's because we The Twelve had businesses in the capital" he explains "But we might be staying around here for some time now"

You know about The Twelve. They're the most important knights of the kingdom, the ones trusted to ensure peace. The king most valuable and closest allies.

This man, walking beside you and looking at you as if he was your friend, could have been there, leading the attack on your land, at the head of the troops that stormed the city and betrayed the treaty of temporal peace between the two kingdoms.

"You can call me Atsumu" he offers you, opening the door for you and standing back while you enter the room "We'll probably be seeing each other around a lot now"

Kiyoomi's hair has been swept back, no longer falling in front of his eyes, and it's both terrifying and exciting to have such a clear view of him, from your place a chair of distance from him.

"I trust Atsumu didn't gave you any trouble"

You glare at your cup of wine in silence, before swallowing your feelings and shakily taking a long gulp "He's one of The Twelve"

"You know who they are" it's not a question. You nod once, then twice to be sure. "He was not there"

"I didn't ask"

"You didn't need to"

"Why are you doing this?" you snap, cup of wine already empty. "What am I supposed to do here? What do you want me to do? Endlessly roam this long halls? Forever be your forced guest? Are we supposed to be friends?"

"I don't want to be your friend"

"Then what do you want?" you scream, standing up and dragging your plate to the floor, where it smashes into little pieces.

He doesn't answers you, but follows you after you storm out of the room, leaving an apparently amused Atsumu standing guard by the doors. The pale light of the harvest moon glows around you as you skid to a stop, the red skirt of your dress whispering against the stones.

He's right behind you, catching your hand with one of his owns, and stopping you from hitting him with the other one by pining you against the glass of the window at your right, the recently awoken garden the only witness of your spat.

"Look at me" he commands, voice soft but stern, and you do so for only a moment, until the onyx of his eyes becomes unbearable once more, and your eyes have to fall to his shoes.

He pins both of your hands on top of your head with one of his owns, lifting your chin with the other one.

"Stop this" you plead, and you're not sure what you want to put a stop to.

"I didn't had any part in what happened to your kingdom" shaking your head it's impossible when his hold on your chin becomes hard enough to bruise.

You clench your teeth "You're lying"

"I'm not looking to convince you. Not with my words at least. But I'm speaking nothing but the truth"

You eye the hilt of the sword he never seems to leave behind —greedy eyes filled with rage. "I want to slither your throat and watch you bleed on the floor"

He releases your wrists, and your face, but doesn't moves an inch. His warm breath hits your check when he leans down, engulfing you with his presence, pressing one hand on the glass behind your head and letting the other fall loosely to his side.

"Do it" he whispers, black eyes challenging you "I won't stop you" you don't do anything but take a step forward as he retreats, chasing his warm and watching him leave with half lided eyes. He stops before rounding the corner "I hope the mess you made on the dining room tonight it's not something that happens again"

"There's something happening in the capital" Lia tells you one night. You've been busy assessing the new shy flowers that have started to grow— wild lilies and spring daisies— and you don't look at her until you're done counting the new blooms. When you do, you find her much more pale than usual "My mother wrote me to tell me that everyone seems to be on edge. Like something bad is going to happen"

"Something bad?" you ask, frowning. She brings her hands together and closes her eyes in a silent prayer.

"She's talking about moving to the countryside for a while, until the air clears. I just pray for this not to mean war. We've had enough with..."

"With my entire kingdom being conquered by your king" you provide, voice devoid of emotion.

Lia sniffles, hugging herself "I apologize if I sounded rude"

"Who would attack the capital anyway? Your king's feud was with my father alone, and I doubt any neighboring land would want to face the most powerful army there is"

"My mom is not sure but she thinks..." Lia wets her chapped lips and lets her gaze drift to the window "She thinks it's something internal"

Lord Motoya seems oddly familiar, although you can't pinpoint why. He's chatting animatedly with a knight when he spots you, and then calls you over immediately. You think you at least recognize the other man.

"Your hair is different" it's the first thing you say, and the knight seems to be taken aback only for a second, before chuckling amused.

"Was it gold before?"

"I believe so, yeah"

"Don't tell me you haven't heard the mighty tales of the Twin Knights?" Lord Motoya intervenes, chuckling as well. You shake your head, realization dawning upon you.

"You're Lord Atsumu's brother"

The man doesn't bows as his brother did, but still tilts his head down respectfully at you.

"Don't let their hair fool you" Lord Motoya shares with you later, sipping wine and eating cookies in one of the garden tables, now that is warm enough to sit outside "Atsumu and Osamu are more alike than what you think"

"They're twins, after all"

"I think is more than that" Lord Motoya says, scratching his brown hair in thought "But families can be complicated. Just look at my cousin's one, for instance" you say nothing at that, eyeing him curiously, and so he continues "His uncle is insane. I bet you've heard the rumours"

"Believe me, I know it in the flesh"

If he's taking aback by your obvious reference, he doesn't shows it "Luckily for all of us, Kiyoomi is different. And lucky for you too"

"I don't consider myself a lucky person, to be honest" you muse, but Lord Motoya dismisses your thoughts with a wave of his hand, leaning back in his chair and sighing peacefully.

"Spring is always a good time for everyone. It's probably why Kiyoomi choose to marry now"

You still, hands frozen in your lap and heart threatening to burst out of your chest. Lord Motoya regards you with an unreadable expresion, and you force yourself to smile at his words, even tho they have cutten into you like sharp glass.

"I didn't knew he was getting married"

You see the Grand Duke again a couple of weeks after your meeting in the garden. You're sitting by the window, in a simple white dress with short sleeves and no shoes. You won't be running anywhere. He doesn't knocks, as always, silently closing the door behind him and walking until he's standing next to you, his eyes trailing down the skirt of your dress that pools around your feet. The sun is painting the sky in shades of red.

"You haven't been around the library lately" he says, and keeps talking without waiting for an answer "And you haven't come down to have breakfast on the dining room either"

"I thought you said you didn't want me making a mess"

"I don't"

"Then you must be relieved"

He takes his time to answer this time "I'm not"

You turn your body to look at him, bathed in the golden light of the dying day. There's something akin to longing swimming in the dark pools of his eyes, and you can only hope that your own matching yearning it's not as evident in yours. You clear your throat, unsure about how to address what you want to say, but deciding for something simple at the end.

"Congratulations on the wedding"

He nods, his eyes never leaving you "Thank you"

"Are you excited?"

He doesn't stops to think about it too much "I suppose I am, yes"

"Good"

The sun has hidden behind a cluster of clouds when he speaks again, placing a warm hand on your shoulder. You close your eyes to just feel.

"I'll be leaving for a few days, but I'll see you as soon as I return"

"Of course"

Only when he's gone you notice he wasn't wearing any gloves.

The news about the coup d'etat travel fast, and the sudden chaos that erupts in the castle must be a smaller replica of what's happening in the capital. Everyone tells a different version. Some talk about The Twelve marching through the city gates and encountering no resistance whatsoever. Others whisper about a bloody battle, and the king's suspicious that had made him stand prepared.

There's something every story seems to have in common tho, and that's the Grand Duke's role.

"I can't believe he took the throne away from his uncle like that" Lia tells you, and she seems to be in a perpetual state of disbelief since the news arrived "And I also can't help but feel glad about it. I think everyone does"

"He'll be crowned king, right?" she stares at you for what it feels like an eternity before answering.

"I suppose he will"

Kiyoomi keeps his word. You're escorted to his chambers by Atsumu, the same day he comes back. The knight has a still open wound on his forehead and looks much more thinner than when you first saw him, but there's an air of victory that surrounds him, that makes anything else pale in comparison. You don't ask for details, and he purposely seems to avoid them, talking about the weather and the flowers in full bloom, and winking before opening the doors for you.

He's standing in front of what must be the desk he always works in, a surprisingly organized space despite the mountains of papers and piles of unopened letters. Your hands are shaking when you stop in front of it, and he slides a parch of paper towards you. You're too busy noticing the bags below his eyes and the cut near his lips, and accepting the fact that yes, you're relieved, and you might have missed him more than what you should— to be able to pay attention to what's written in font of you.

"I told you I would see you as soon as I came back" he says, and you bite your lip and push a lock of hair behind your ear "Now I need you to read this"

It's a signed document naming you the sole heir of the lands that once belonged to your family. They're not an independent kingdom anymore, but you retain the princess title, and they will be directly under your rule when you marry the king.

Kiyoomi is already by your side when you leave the paper on the desk again, staring at him with wide eyes.

"What is this?"

He smiles, and it's so rare and wonderful that the cut on his upper lip won't be able to spoil the moment "I believe you know what it is"

"Marrying the king?" you ask, even tho in your head the question was a much more longer one.

Kiyoomi looks down to start taking his white gloves, in front of your startled eyes.

"My uncle was a despicable human that never knew how to rule. Probably because the throne wasn't rightfully his, but my father's" he leaves both gloves on the desk, and before his hands can fall to the side, you take a step forward to grab one of them between yours. He lets you caress his fingers one by one, before you place them on your cheek. He draws a line on your skin with his thumb. "I'm taking what's rightfully mine now, and giving you back what he stole from you too"

"I..."

"You will still have to marry me, that is" he adds, and you can't see through the tears in your eyes if his smile is still in place or not "I hope that your hate of me doesn't gets in the way of that"

When you throw yourself in his arms and his lips claim yours in a desperate kiss, you think about maybe having found a new home.

#sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x you #sakusa kiyoomi x female reader #sakusa kiyoomi x y/n #sakusa kiyoomi #hq sakusa #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu reader insert #haijyuu request #hq one shot #atsumu miya #osamu miya #miya twins #royal!au #komori motoya #enemies to lovers

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celestialarchiveshq · 4 years

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Dearest Daddy

Dearest Daddy series, consisting of the haikyuu characters in the fatherhood universe!

Homesick by @aomineavenue

Summary: Six years ago, L/N Y/N wouldn’t exactly say that she loves her life. It had always been problematic but her best friend, Miya Atsumu, since she was eight when she moved to Hyōgo, has always been there for her, and she wouldn’t change it for the world. However, things would always fall apart for her ever since, so she should have expected of such. Running away from her problems seemed like the easiest route to take at the time, so what happens when the past comes barging back into her life demanding answers? Will she be able to confront her demons?

Tags: dad!Atsumu x mom!Reader, Atsumu doesn’t know, six years timeskip, twins, angst, fluff if you close your eyes (lmao)

“Those kids probably aren’t even mine.”

“You were the only man I’ve ever been with. The only man that I’ve ever wanted. The only man I’ve ever loved. It’s always been you.”

status: ongoing | series masterlist | taglist: closed

Stubborn by @aomineavenue

Summary: Ushijima Wakatoshi and Kegeyama F/N have been secretly seeking out pleasure from each other for at least a year and a half. However, Y/N finds herself growing tired of the arrangement after being constantly hurt by the man she had grown feelings for. However, despite ending things with each other, she finds herself in a pickle when two pink lines screamed right back at her.

Tags: dad!Ushijima x mom!Reader, pregnancy trials, timeskip! fluffy, angsty.

“Why do you even care?”

“Are you crazy? I’ve always cared. Baby or no baby. Have my actions towards you not been enough for you to understand that it isn’t just you who have feelings for the other? Do I really need to spell things out for you?”

status: coming soon | series masterlist | taglist: open

Playing House by @toorusushijima

Summary: A tragic accident brings two enemies together under one roof as sole guardians of their late best frien’s baby daughter. Will they survive together and find happiness through the bundle of joy in their lives? Or will their hatred for each other win over for the worst?

Tags: godfather!sakusa x godmother!reader, enemies to lovers??, angsty, fluffy.

“Why does it matter if I’m going out with someone?”

“Can’t you stop for a second and think what’s best for our child!”

status: wip | series masterlist | taglist: open

Scheming Monsters by @kaitycole

Summary: Two little friends have always desired one thing. To end up as siblings. So when the chance presented itself after a finalized divorce, who were they to decline such an opportunity to finally bring their parents together?

Tags: singledad!bokuto x singlemom!reader, divorced, friends to lovers?? all fluff, maybe a little angst if you use a magnifying glass.

"Shouldn't we just tell them we're dating?"

"No, it's funny to watch them think they're so slick."

status: wip | series masterlist | taglist: open

Brilliant Opportunities by @velvetfireworks

Summary: Divorced, single father Oikawa finds himself in a pickle when his ex wife comes barging back in his life demanding full custody over their son for her greedy needs, he seeks assistance from the woman he wished he had married in the first place.

Tags: divorced!oikawa, singledad!oikawa, best friends to lovers to ex lovers, reunion, fluffy, angsty.

"What do you say? Would you marry me?"

"Sure, I think I can squeeze you in this weekend. How does Saturday sound?"

status: wip | series masterlist | taglist: open

Bonding Bliss by @newfriendjen

Summary: Single parents Kita and L/N find spending more time with each other through their daughters' bonding play dates, not realizing their growing feelings for each other. But as sweet as it is, it's not always cupcakes and rainbows when people from the past return.

Tags: singledad!kita x singlemom!reader, fluffy fluffy cotton, angst :c

"I can't believe she had the audacity to come barging back into her life and think makeup would be perfect as a gift for a six years old!"

"Yeah, oh and I told her we were dating if that's okay."

"Oh that's fin—what?"

status: wip | series masterlist | taglist: open

Meddling by @shoyomeow

Summary: A tale of how Matsukawa’s little boy, his pride and joy, helps him find the love he truly deserves.

Tags: single!dadxMatsukawa, fluffy. Just fluff. That’s it.

"Uh, what are you doing here?"

"What do you mean? You texted me to come over."

Oh.

status: wip | series masterlist | taglist: open

Escape Plan by @hidden-otaku-stuff

Summary: Growing up in a traditional family always had its ups and downs. Arranged marriages was the very one of them that you dreaded ever since your contract had been presented to you at the age of eighteen. L/N F/N seeks help from an old flame as her 24th birthday fast approaches, wanting nothing more than to escape the wedding of the century the country had claimed.

Tags: traditional, rich family au! angst, crack fic, fluffy soft boy tendou here and there.

"I mean, yeah sure. I've always wanted to be a dad."

"That's great! How about putting a bun in my oven?"

status: wip | series masterlist | taglist: open

Replica by @daifwukus

Summary: To get back at her cheating boyfriend, L/N F/N finds herself a man during a party in her college years. Never had she expected that she would have fallen pregnant over it. Things only get complicated a few years later when the man she despises comes barging back in her life demanding why her son looked exactly like him.

Tags: college party, enemies to parents?? crack fic, lil bit of fluff if you squint, angst.

"Care to explain why that little toddler in your arms looks exactly like me when I was younger?"

"What crack are you on and where can I get some?"

status: wip | series masterlist | taglist: open

Wishing Upon A Star by @keijikunn

Summary: Calling him daddy was something your daughter had wished upon a falling star one night ever since you had introduced him as your boyfriend. The three of you finally find the right pace on becoming a happy family that your daughter dreamed of, but what happens when the man that had wanted nothing to do with you and your daughter returns?

Tags: singlemom!reader, angst, angst, ANGST. Only a little bit of fluff.

“Did you catch what she called me? She really said it!”

“Yeah, I did. She’s been wanting to call you daddy for the longest time.”

status: wip | series masterlist | taglist: open

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1plus1kiyoomi · 4 years

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nana’s works

Sakusa Kiyoomi

I Am Your Father

complete

smau, written

Story 1 of Baby Fever Series

You and Sakusa have started dating on the second year of high school. On your 4th year of dating and second year of college, you found out you were pregnant. You were in a crisis. You were only 20 and didn’t know anything about motherhood. Worst case scenario, your boyfriend didn’t want kids.

Your solution? Run away from Kiyoomi Sakusa. Raise the kid on your own. Never meet the child’s father ever again.

That was your plan.You were doing great on your own, until you find out that Komori, the cousin of your ex, lives next door.

Kita Shinsuke

ilysb

ending

smau, written

Story 2 of Baby Fever Series

(L/N) (F/N), a social media influencer, has fallen in love with a man who she has just seen passing by on the background in one of her videos. She posts a screen capture of him in her Twitter account, hoping to meet the man of her dreams.

How will the rich and spoiled influencer react if she finds out that the man she’s looking for is Kita Shinsuke? A simple farmer in the fields of Hyogo whose current concern is his grandmother’s wish for him to get married and have children.

Kuroo Tetsuro

Wedding Checklist

ongoing

smau, written

Story 3 of Baby Fever Series

Even still in her 20s, (L/N) (F/N) has become one of the most famous and successful wedding planners in the country. She is well-known because most weddings she planned have become successful marriages. Being triumphant in the industry, people think that her wedding and married life will be ideal and the finest.

It’s not.

In fact she’s married but has never walked down the aisle, so others think she’s single. Her marriage is an arranged one with Kuroo Tetsuro. She doesn’t fancy the guy at all and he doesn’t show interest towards her as well. The only thing that is keeping them married is their need of approval from their parents.

To make their already difficult marriage even more complicated, (Y/N) finds out that Kuroo has feelings for her best friend, Haiba Alisa.

Suna Rintaro

Yes or Yes (Based on Twice’s song Yes or Yes)

Miya Atsumu

A Wedding Ring Isn’t Enough

Doing the “my boyfriend is here” while they are sleeping prank (Suna, Tendou, Oikawa)

you super glue the lid of a jar and ask them to open it prank (Ushijima, Bokuto, Iwaizumi)

you forget how long you’ve been together

#haikyuu masterlist #hq masterlist

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gallickingun · 3 years

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I saw your list of WIPs and my body is ready for the Bakugou ones 😍 can you drop a crumb of what they’ll be about? Especially the fantasy one? Fantasy Bakugou is my favorite 👉👈🥺

ive missed writing for kacchan so much 😭 i have so so so many ideas for him, so i hope you guys enjoy the ao3 content 💗 but so far as my current wips, here's some info!

also shameless plug and lil reminder all these stories will be posted to my AO3 which can be found by clicking this text!

♡ bakugou x belle (oc) : origin story - belle and bakugou are like passing ships in the night for most of their early lives — always barely grazing sails, never boarding onto one anothers deck — until bakugou has a public media snafu and is required by his agency to perform public service hours to make up for his bad behavior. he meets the now-doctor and realizes there's a lot more to her than meets the eye. however, she has a general disdain for heroes after what she's been through (being forced to use her quirk despite not knowing how to control it, all for "the sake of saving others") and what she's seen (hero after hero break their bones and shatter their spirits in the name of justice, only to be cast aside when they no longer provide enough entertainment value to be leveraged for the lining of the pockets of those in charge), when all bakugou knows is striving to be the number one hero. aka I suck at summaries but I promise this fic is gonna be real good.

♡ vigilante!shouto aka todobats — after losing shouto's father and brothers in a kidnapping gone wrong, shouto's mother is labeled clinically insane and his sister runs away to europe to pursue her dreams and escape reality. shouto is the only eligible heir remaining to run the enterprise his father built before his death. the media sees him as the rich playboy he proves himself to be during the day, but what they do not see is the way he cares for the city once the sun goes down and the stars come out. when he meets the charity organization's president (reader), he's surprised to find that the corruption of his city may bleed closer to home than he originally believed.

♡ fantasy!bakugou + arranged marriage — after your father angered a wizard, there was a dual curse set on your head, the threat of your kingdom's demise looming in the shadows that settle on your shoulders. the curse is that you would be expected to fall in love by your twenty second birthday, and that you would be given the gift of persuasion. the catch? you are unable to use your gift to trap a life mate. prince bakugou katsuki of the dragon nation was the only eligible prince remaining, and so your game of lies begins. your father arranges the marriage, and you are expected to seduce the prince. however, the two of you decide that the only way to win over the wizard is to trick him — by convincing the entire kingdom you're madly in love. (again WOW i suck at summaries i promise the fic will be good lol, lots of plot twists involving bakugous mother and kirishima and wizards and quirks and.. yeah)

♡ moving target part two [bakugou bodyguard au] —bakugou has returned to life as a pro hero, with a personal side mission to teach you how to use your quirk [control over organic matter]. now that its been exposed to the world that one of the most famous quirkless men has a daughter with a power that can kill, there is a new gang after your head. navigating a new relationship, learning how to control a power you've never used, and running from the underground can be a lot for a girl who might have been considered a princess not more than a few months ago. oh, however will you cope.

♡ soft!sakusa fic — you have been telling all your friends about the man you've been seeing for the past few months, and they can't wait to meet him. you tell them he's kind and patient and complimentary and he cannot get enough of you, handsy as he can be. so imagine their surprise when you introduce sakusa kiyoomi, a man they know as cold and calculating and aloof. this man and the man you've described could never be the same! (aka a cute fic about sakusa being soft for you and standoffish for everyone else)

♡ sakusa autumn nights fic - fake dating au + there was only one bed + meet the parents — sakusa meets you one night when he's out at a party with his msby teammates. he's confused, but smitten with you, and when his mother badgers him for what feels like the millionth time about a girlfriend, he accidentally blurts that he's dating you. somehow he gets roped into bringing you to dinner, but... he's gotta get your number first.

♡ mob au + pro athlete!oikawa x con-artist!reader — you have only ever known how to be a thief. its how you've found yourself a home in this argentinian casino every saturday night, scheming and cheating and lying just to feed your greed. and those whom you owe money to. so you do not expect the kindness of the pro athlete you know to be oikawa tooru, but that does not stop you from draining him of every last peso to his name. his flashy rings and watches and suit all show you exactly what you need to know- that he has money, and he's careless with it. the car he drives says as much. but after finding him at the casino every weekend, you grow fond of him, and its no longer a game of dollar signs, but one of hearts and souls. so when there is a hit placed on your head by the mob who owns the casino, you have to come clean to oikawa in hopes that he will understand your predicament.

♡ farmboy!kirishima — your typical hallmark movie. no ingenuity at all lol. but you are the daughter of a ceo tycoon in nyc, and all your daddy wants to do is buy up small towns and commercialize them for profit, to make them look picture perfect like a snowglobe. you are his number one real estate agent, and he sends you on a mission to buy up a small town a few hours away. when you meet the townsfolk, including the man who owns the farm that puts the food on the table for most of the residents, can he change your outlook on small towns versus the big city?

♡ college sports au series - bakugou, todoroki, midoriya, denki, kirishima, sero, dabi, etc. — a series of x reader one shots where the boys are college athletes! baseball bakugou, soccer shouto, football kirishima, etc!

♡ single dad!bakugou x kindergarten teacher!reader — when bakugou is left to care for his daughter alone, kirishima suggests hiring a caretaker to help him out. after much persuasion, and his daughter latching onto you at first meeting, he hires you for the summer while you're between school years and can use the extra cash. you move in, and the rest is chaos. [ft. emotionally stunted bakugou who believes love is for losers because his last relationship ended in fire and procreation, but you manage to teach him that life doesn't have to be as awful as he believes] aka a spin off of my single dad shouto fic! might continue to add more single dads and make this one a series too!!

there are other fics, but those are the main ones! also check my kinktober fics list bc i will be adding all of those to AO3 as i write them as well! 💗

#morgan gets mail #anonymous

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