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theravencawsatmidnight · 3 years

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Pink Chains

Pt 4

Punk! Kyotani x Bubbly F! reader. Aka my favorite cliche trope. It lives in my head every second of the day.

Kyotani owns a grunge /punk apparel shop after leaving the Sendai Frogs after a incident with the Black Jackals. He designs his own clothes and hires Oikawa & Iwaizumi as his employees. Everything goes smoothly for awhile, till you walk in; pink dress, big smile , and bubbly personality. His whole life stops in that moment.

Tags / @kozushiki . @zopzoop. @haikyuu-but-low-iq . @mochababes. @milkbreadcat. @derpeedoo . @galagcica

Kyotani closed his store down early like he said he would and went to the beach with his friends for some volleyball. It was a little hot and not too crowded. No one ever had to worry about buying a volleyball because Oikawa kept one in his car ‘just in case he needed it’. Mattsun met up with the three telling them Yahaba would be here in a few minutes too, Kyo was still on edge over what happened to you this morning and the night before but he needed to get it together when Yahaba got here.

“ ou Oikawa! When you gonna let me ink you?” Mattsun asked from the sand, he was sitting with Iwaizumi.

“What?!” Oikawa caught the ball Kyo tossed to him and out a hand on his hip looking at them with disgust. “And ruin this flawless skin?!”

“Ill hold him down” Iwa told his friend.

“What? No . Iwa chaaaaannnnnn”

“Sounds good to me “ Mattsun pretended to get up. “Ive got my kit on me”

“ NO NO NO” Oikawa dropped the ball running to the water only to be chased by the two and tackled into the ocean.

Kyotani pulled his shirt off rolling his eyes, ‘fuck its hot ..”

“Been awhile Mad Dog “ said a voice from behind him

Kyotani was about to get in the water to help harass his friend when he heard the voice, his chest twitched and he glanced over his shoulder to see Yahaba standing next to all of their towels and cooler, he had on a pink shirt with tan shorts and sandals. Kyotani tossed his shirt to his towel going over to his old teammate looking everywhere but at him. He just needed to explain himself, explain hes trying to be better, tell him about you..

The only noise was his friends yelling and splashing in the background so no one knew he was here yet.

“Well? I canceled a meeting because Mattsun said you wanted me to join you guys for volleyball”

“How is.. Being a lawyer”

“Pretty good, is that all?”

Kyotani rubbed his sleeve looking up at the sun till he saw spots and had to look away, “ not really..”

“Well can you tell me? Im a busy person and i promised Mattsun id do one game with everyone”

“I got my brand off the ground.” Kyo finally said, still not meeting his eyes.

“ uh huh,” he took his phone out to check messages

Dammit Kyotani come on.. Its just Yahaba.. It shouldn't be so -

“Apologize to Bokuto yet?” he asked, texting this time.

Kyo finally looked at his friend with big eyes. “No, i , have not had the chance and i… “ he made a fist and rubbed his back feeling the sun on it start to burn. “ … im scared ill lash out again”

Yahaba stopped texting to look up at his friend. “..scared?”

“I have .. someone i want to hold on to and if they see me like that i.. “

“Someone? You mean what i think you mean? Someone is interested in you?”

“Came into my store.. Yahaba you would not believe it unless you saw her, ask Iwa and Kawa and Mattsun. Look im.. Sorry for how i was in highschool, really. Im trying to start over since the Sendai Frogs and keep a low profile,im trying to be better. I just want my friends there with me.”

Yahaba sighed tossing his phone on a towel and pulling his shirt off. “ fine fine.” he picked the ball up tossing it to Kyo “its all good, now lets play some volleyball”

It was a good afternoon for everyone at the beach; Kyotani had all his friends around him and everyone was cool with one another. They played a few games of volleyball and Yahaba teased Kyo about his little girlfriend wanting to know everything about her. Iwaizumi was relieved everything worked out for Kyo, he really did want to be better. Oikawa had someone else to tease now besides Kyo and Mattsun was spending his time drawing new tattoo ideas in the sand on his towel.

Kyo was sitting with Yahaba watching Iwa and Kawa toss the ball back and forth for a bit, it was almost time to come pick you up. He took his phone out to send you a message but decided on a video instead, it started with the camera on Iwa and Kawa, then drifted to Mattsun and his idea, then to Kyo and Yahaba.

“ ill be there in a little bit sweetie” he smiled and Yahaba snatched his phone.

“y/n chan!!!”

“Yahaba!!!”

The happy boy got up running off with the phone with Kyotani chasing after him.

Meanwhile you were in the library doodling between studying. Kio and Yukio had not bothered you much and you just wanted to leave and be with Kyo. during the day one of your professors gave you a flyer about an upcoming Gallery and wanted you to participate in it but you needed to come up with a new design and concept. Some doodles were scribbled out and some had question marks next to them.

“Hmm.. something,... new….” while you were browsing the web your phone dinged and you saw you had a video text. You pressed play and squeaked instantly at the video. It was so cute! Seeing Kyo run around and laugh made you feel really good. The video ended with Kyo tackling Yahaba into the sand and Iwa and Kawa and Mattsun dog piling them. Kyo snatched his phone and panted at it with a smile. “Im on my way sweetie” he said before it ended.

Quickly you shoved your notebook into your bag and hurried out to the main hall to walk to the exit. A lot of of other people were leaving too and you could not walk any faster to get by them. Yuiko and Kio spotted you after leaving a class and decided to follow you out close behind.

“That boyfriend of yours is bad news” Yukio said.

“Who just hits another person for no reason?” Kio added.

It sent shivers down your back and you pulled on Kyos jacket to hug it and try to walk faster.

“Do you ..? hear that? A man said.

“It sounds like .. screaming?” added a woman

“No its more.. Like music but ? is that even considered music?” most of the people in the hall rushed to the exit and you couldn't help but chuckle at what you heard. It was the song Matssun was playing in his shop.

“We are gonna get kicked off the campus,” Oikawa said, closing the car door.

“I think that's the plan.” Iwa said waving awkwardly at some women walking by them.

“So are you gonna tell me which one she is or do i have to figure it out?” Yahaba ask Kyo, who was leaning on the hood of his car with his hands in his pockets. “You can figure it out” he told him, a little smug.

Mattsun sat down by Kyo nudging him. “Not a typical friday for you”

Kyo shrugged his shoulders. “ i wouldn't want it any other way”

You had finally made it outside and politely pushed by some people to see Kyo and his friends, the music was coming from his car and he had brought everyone with him to come get you.

You couldn't help but squeal and run over to him leaving the two girls behind you clueless. Everyone you passed watched but you did not have a care in the world.

“Kyoooooo!!!!!”

Yahba looked up from his phone and nearly dropped it. “No. no way man. Shes the OPPOSITE of you?!” he looked at Kyo who had a huge smile on his face, “ HOW THE FUCK!!!” he looked at the others then you again.

Everyone shrugged with asmile and you ran over between Kyos legs wrapping your arms around him letting out a giant sigh of relief. Kyo squeezed you very tight and you did the same. Everything was better now.. Having Kyos arms around you, his scent lingering off of him, his heart beat against yours.. Everything was okay now.

“Hows my happy girl?” he asked pulling back , his hands falling to your hips rubbing lightly.

“Super good now!!!” you jumped hugging him again.

“I..--i ..” Yahaba was speechless.

“Sweetie this is Yahaba, he was also on our team”

“Nice to meet you!”

He got red in the face and Iwa elbowed him a few times while Oikawa teased him.

“So whos been giving you a hard time y/n?” Mattsun asked standing up and stretching, giving the students a evil eye.

Kyo pulled you too him and you pointed to the two girls holding each other. “Uhm, they were but what are you gonna do ?”

“Oh no, not me.”

Kyo pat your hips and you stepped back so he could get up. He rubbed his sleeve and made his way to the two scared girls. Kyo leaned down to their level looking them over.

“Uh..we …” they both tried to say.

“Leave my girlfriend, alone.” he told them both

“ O-OKAY!!” they ran off and Kyo went back to you and his friends giving you a kiss. “Ready for the zoo sweetie?” he kissed you again and pulled your giggling body close.

#PinkChains #kyotani x reader #kyotani 💕#kyotani kentaro

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ventrue-rosary · 4 years

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D&December - Entry 5

Week 1, Prompt 5: Ranged

A tentative VtM AU for, you guessed it, Amaranthe. Maybe I’ll write a different character. Maybe

Ko-Fi

Amaranthe keeps her eyes firmly locked onto the motel door, fingers drumming a mindless pattern onto her forearm. The minute hand of the clock audibly tick by, alerting her as the minutes drag by…

The door opens, and in enters Rudolph. He’s older than she expected, grey hair thinning on his crown, cloudy eyes squinting at her through coke-bottle glasses. Slung on his shoulder is a large duffel bag, some dubious shapes poking against the material.

‘So, you’re Amara?’

She nods as a thousand concerns smother her voice. Should she have given a fake name? Or would he ask for ID? Is this whole thing a stitch-up?’

‘Hm. Younger than I expected.’ He throws the bag on the other bed, and one by one pulls out the contents. Sharp wood stakes, vials of what she assumes is holy water, some of them with a pin at the top and silvered daggers.

‘Um...you have anything ranged?’ Her voice comes out an octave higher than usual.

Richten raises an eyebrow, then produces a crossbow and a pistol. ‘The pistol is lighter and easier to use, but will only slow a leech down. You aim a crossbow at the heart and you could have a dead one. It will cost you though.’

She nods, tossing over the paper bag filled with bundles of notes. He checks it and nods.

‘You know how to use this thing?’

‘Just point and shoot right?’

‘That's the gist. This crank handle here--that's how you reload. Just be careful you don’t shoot yourself in the foot. And another thing--this didn’t come from me.’

Amaranthe nods.

‘If I find out you told anyone…’ He aims the pistol at her head.

She draws in a breath sharply, her eyes staring straight at the barrel only a few inches from her forehead. He lowers the pistol. Amaranthe breathes ou, her shoulders relaxing, but only just by an inch. She holds a goddamn crossbow in her hands. The most dangerous item she ever wielded was a kitchen knife.

‘No one will know,’ she promises.

‘What the hell does a kid like you need for such merchandise?’

‘Self-defence.’

He nods. Amaranthe doesn’t know if he believes her or not. But she doesn’t need him to. He already supplied her with what she needed.

‘I’ll throw in a few wooden bolts in for you. You need anymore, don’t seek me out. Make them yourself.’ He tosses her a bag. ‘We’re done here.’

Amaranthe hovers outside the doors of RAVEnLoft, the thumping music exploding out of the speakers sounding a bit too much like a heart-beat. Her white-knuckled grip on the straps of her backpack. She counts to three, feeling sicker with each second. And then she enters. Strobe lights rove over the dancefloor overflowing with the swaying sweating bodies of the dancers and the repetitive bass booms out. More than a few couples appear to be in a passionate embrace, faces buried into necks. But a closer and longer look reveals the masquerade for what it is.

But Amaranthe isn’t here for all of them. Just one vampire in particular Looking up on the second floor balcony she sees him standing there, lording over his domain, a cruel smile playing across his features as their eyes meet. He steps back, vanishing from view.

She makes her way to the stairs on the other side of the room, avoiding the dance floor completely. She gets to the second floor in time to see Strahd duck into a private room. She could be walking into a trap. But Amaranthe has already come this far. She would see it through.

She checks for watching eyes before taking out her crossbow, already loaded. She enters the room, crossbow first, aiming right at his undead, black heart. He doesn’t appear alarmed or the least surprised. In fact, he lounges back against the soft material of the booth, one ankle resting on the knee of his other leg. His cane rests just a few inches from his hand.

‘My dear childe...it's been quite some time.’

‘Yeah? And whose fault is that, asshole?’

‘I understand your angry. But why don’t we talk about this over a beautiful young couple? You look hungry.’

Amaranthe feels her index finger twitch. How very eager she is to squeeze the trigger and end this little charade. But something stays her hand.

‘The only thing I want is you dead.’

He lets out a single, soft laugh. Then he charges. Amaranrhe looses the bolt. It hits the cushioned wall where she had been just mere milliseconds before. In a blur of movement hard for even her undead eyes to track, he now stands behind her, cane-sword held at her neck. She feels the wicked edge resting against her throat.

‘I’ll take that now. Little girls shouldn’t be playing with such dangerous tools.’ Strahd plucks the crossbow from her hands, as easily as an adult confiscating a childs toy. He throws it to the side, then removes her backpack. It joins her weapon.

Now she stands, unarmed, at the mercy of a vampire who knows the meaning of no such word.

‘My dear, if you truly want to end me, you need a better plan than to come into my domain and play right into my hands. Though that you had such self-confidence in the first place...it’s quite adorable. But playtime is over.’ he removes the sword and steps back from her. ‘Run along.’

Amaranthe’s eyes drop back to her belongings.

‘I wouldn’t, if I were you. My charity is limited, it's best you don’t test it.’

Amaranthe takes one final look at her sire before leaving. She knows his words are true. The best she could do right now is to survive and fight another day.

‘I’ll see you again, my childe.’

#Amaranthe Darcelle #Strahd Von Zarovich #my writing #writing #writeblr #d&december

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