just so you know, anon, YOU’RE A BILLION TIMES MORE AMAZING THANK YOU.
btw i know some of these scenarios aren’t the most “parent-like” but i just felt like little things that show comfort between an adult and a child who sees them as a guardian are the real dealbreakers for a s/o trying to build a relationship with their partner’s child(ren).
This is so long, I’m sorry. D:
Kuroko: As a date, the two of you, and Kuroko’s daughter, were eating out at a fast food restaurant. It wasn’t anything special, but it was relaxed, and that was the best part.
You’d come to realize that Kuroko’s obsession with vanilla milkshakes had been passed down through the beauty of genetics. So had the round, blue eyes (though her’s held more feeling). So it was slightly funny, watching Kuroko and his daughter stare forward with the same, blank expression, sipping on milkshakes.
“Ayumi-chan, here, make sure you eat your burger as well. You too, Tetsuya.” You pushed their burgers forward, and they both sighed at them. You raised a brow. “If you don’t eat, you won’t have enough energy for the park, later.”
Surveying the burger with a look of mild distaste, Ayumi tugged on her father’s shirt sleeve, asking him to lean down so that she could whisper in his ear. He nodded understandingly once she was done, and straightened to face you with a business-like expression. Ayumi mimicked her father.
“Ayumi-chan and I have a proposal.” Kuroko announced.
You folded your hands together and rested your chin on them, leaning forward with a grin. “Ah, and what would that be.”
“If we eat the burgers, you need to buy us each another vanilla shake.”
Ayumi nodded earnestly.
You bit your lip, pretending to think hard about the offer. In the end, you motioned for Ayumi to come to your side of the table. She did as she was told, taking a few seconds to slide off the bench, then climb onto yours. You bent down to whisper in her ear.
“If Ayumi-chan finishes her burger, I’ll take you on a boat ride tomorrow, and make ‘Tou-san fight you in basketball.” You then pulled back to gauge her reaction.
She thought about it for a bit, then copied your previous pose: hands folded, chin resting on them, leaning forward with a pleasantly amused expression. “’Tou-san needs to finish his burger right now. Please give me mine as well. Hurry, ‘Tou-san, we need to do it fast.”
Kuroko tried to look as grumpy as possible. Normal people would call his look one of mild unhappiness. “You’re a traitor, Ayumi-chan.”
“Life isn’t fair.” She shrugged, and took a bite of her burger. Both you and Kuroko had to turn the other way in order to muffle your laughs at what she had just said.
Kise: Ever since Kise’s son had been able to walk, he’d acted as his father’s manager. Maybe it was innate, but Sora could sense that Kise was always flitting around from one thing to the next, and needed all the help he could get.
When you came into the picture, Sora was about four years old, and was intensely distrustful of you, as any good manager would be, initially. And while it was two years later now, and Sora was at the healthy age of six, he still showed signs of distance.
Today, Kise had invited you over to hang out. The three of you sat on the couch, watching animated movies of Sora’s choice, with Sora sat between you two.
“Hey, Soracchi, can I use you as a pillow?” Kise asked, smiling charmingly at his son.
Sora fixed him with a deadpan look. “You’re too heavy for me, Otou-san. ____-san, please pass me a pillow.”
You did as you were told, smiling teasingly at Kise. Kise pouted at Sora for a few seconds until he gave in and finally snuggled him a bit before he put his head against the armrest and took a nap. Then it was just the two of you, watching a small sheep going on an adventure.
Once the movie was done, you saw a sleepy Sora barely being able to keep his head up. “Do you want to lie down?” You asked him, and he shook his head vehemently, glancing protectively at his father. Ah.
You crouched down so that you were eye-to-eye with him. “Sora-kun, you know I’d never do anything to hurt your Otou-san, right?”
He sniffed, as if a little insulted. “Of course. I wouldn’t have let you stay around here if you were dangerous.”
You bit back a laugh, and kept a serious face on. “I want to help him as much as you do. And, I want to help Sora-kun as well, because I know you want more cuddles, even if you don’t want to bother Otou-san, right?”
Narrowing his eyes at you, he crossed his arms. “I don’t need cuddles.”
“Ah, I said want, not need. Sora-kun is such a good boy, he’s really mature.” You took his hand and squeezed it lovingly. “But if you let me, I could help make more time so that you could hang out with Otou-san. Would you like that?”
After a few moments of consideration, he nodded hesitantly.
“Okay, then it’s a deal. I’ll take care of both Otou-san and Sora-kun, so that you could have more fun with Otou-san. Sound good?” You grinned at him, and he gave you a small smile back. “For now, let’s just have you lie down, okay?” You helped him arrange himself so that he was fully in his father’s embrace, and then drew a blanket over them both.
“…’Night, ____-san.” He whispered.
Midorima: “Natsumi! Your lucky item is a stuffed walrus toy, nanodayo. We have one in the basement, please go and grab it. It’s in the wooden box next to the shelf.”
Once Natsumi ran off to go get it, he joined you in the living room, where you were putting together Natsumi’s school bag, and sticking necessary files into Midorima’s briefcase.
“Your lucky item is a steel water bottle. Take one from the kitchen.” He informed you.
You nodded, and pulled Midorima down for a quick kiss. “Have a nice day.”
His face flushed, even after all these years, and you giggled as he grabbed the briefcase, and glanced at his watch. His eyes widened. “Today… daylight savings… I’m late.”
You pushed him towards the door. “Go, then! Go!”
“Natsumi…” He trailed off, a little unsure. “I’m supposed to drop her off to school.”
You waved him off. “Work doesn’t start until the afternoon for me, today, so I’ll just drop her off.”
He still seemed a little uneasy, especially when she came bounding up the steps with a wide grin on her face, showcasing the stuffed walrus. “I got it, I got it!”
Sighing, he knelt down and ushered his daughter towards him. “____ will drop you off to school today. Is that alright?”
Natsumi fell quiet, but peeked at you. You gave her a smile. She then nodded. “Go save lives, ‘Tou-san, hurry!”
Midorima’s shoulder’s relaxed, and he hurriedly pulled Natsumi forward to place the tiniest of kisses on her forehead, before saying goodbye and rushing out the door.
She then turned to you. “____-san, I would like breakfast now. Then please put a bow on the walrus.” She paused, “Oh, and then can we listen to my favourite song in the car?”
You nodded, and patted her head, then leading her to the kitchen. She sat down on her seat, then gasped dramatically at the food.
“Y-you made it exactly how I like it! Even ‘Tou-san can’t do it!” Natsumi stared at you in wonderment. “Why haven’t you made this before?”
“Natsumi-chan only told me that this was her favourite last night.” You reminded her, laughing.
She quickly gobbled up the food, then jumped off her seat to shove the walrus at you. “Can I help you put the bow on it?”
Aomine: “Repeat after me.” Aomine instructed. “’Tou-san–”
“’Tou-san…”
“– Is the best.”
“… Ith the betht.”
“That’s my Tadashi.” Aomine said proudly, ruffling his son’s hair. “Did you see that, ___? He thinks I’m the best.”
You tapped Aomine’s head with your knuckles. “That’s called manipulation, Dai. Wait till Momoi hears about it.”
Aomine’s eyes widened in panic for a moment, before he snorted. “She can’t do anything to me.”
“Momo oba-chan ith gonna kick your butt!” Tadashi cheered, throwing his arms up, then breaking into some fighting moves.
Scowling at Momoi’s own brainwashing she’d done on poor Tadashi, Aomine got up from his crouched position and wrapped an arm around your shoulder as the two of you walked down a path in the park, while Tadashi ran around the two of you.
“So, did you– Tadashi!” Aomine broke off, turning around immediately when he heard the tiny shriek coming from his son.
Tadashi lay on the ground, face first, obviously crying. The two of you ran over and knelt on either side of his tiny body. Aomine helped him up into a sitting position. “What hurts, Dashi? Where– ohh… it’s not so bad, Tadashi, really. Shh.”
There was a gash on Tadashi’s shin, that was beginning to bleed. Aomine worked hard to distract Tadashi and stop him from crying, while making sure that he didn’t look at the wound. You immediately got to work, going into the backpack you’d packed, and pulling out a first aid kit. Silently, you swiftly poured some water on a cotton ball and swiped the wound clean, then wrapped a quick bandage over it. “Done!”
Aomine leaned over to look at your work, and Tadashi copied him. “Ohh, what’th that?” Tadashi asked.
“It’s a badge!” You proclaimed, taking out a pen and drawing a star on the white fabric of the bandage. “There we go! A badge for being really brave!”
Giggling, he spread his arms out wide, inviting you into a hug that you accepted immediately. Once Tadashi was back on his feet, Aomine gave you a look of love.
“Th-thanks for that.” He mumbled, scratching the back of his head. “I’ve never brought a first aid kit, it’s good that you did.”
You smiled and pecked him on the cheek. “It’s my job to take care of the both of you!”
Murasakibara: Murasakibara had been blessed with triplets, before his partner had died of cancer when the triplets turned eight years old.
Almost immediately, Himuro and his old Generation of Miracles teammates, as well as Murasakibara’s large family had gone into action, making sure both Murasakibara and the triplets were taken care of during such a trying time.
Now, they’d settled into a comfortable routine, and all was somewhat well. Besides the fact that the triplets had managed to chase away any partner Murasakibara brought home, if they deemed them unworthy. Which was all of them. But there’d only been two before you.
You were the third, and had held out the longest so far– two months. Murasakibara had invited you over to spend the night with him and his girls, and you were slightly terrified, but ready.
The night had gone surprisingly well, and just before bed, the girls were combing their father’s hair, painting his nails, and putting jewelry on him while you fed him snacks every once in a while, so that he wouldn’t ruin the nail polish. Finally, Murasakibara yawned widely and stood up, a child hanging from both his arms and neck. “Time for bed~.” He sleepily announced, easily taking the three of them to their bedroom.
He turned back for only a second to shoot you a “Be right back” smile. You waved at him.
Once he came back, the two of you cuddled on the couch, until the both of you fell asleep. At around two A.M., you woke up, suddenly extremely thirsty. Maybe it was all those salty snacks. Sleepily, you got up and stumbled over to the kitchen.
When you flicked on the light, three girls dressed as demons stood in a line, grinning at you. You shrieked and fell into a wall. “Wha- wha… what are you guys doing?”
“Scaring you.” They said at once, smiling creepily. You laughed, rolling your eyes and patting each one on the head.
“Well, you achieved your goal. Do you want some hot chocolate?”
They looked at you suspiciously. “We might.”, one of the girls finally said.
Taking it as a yes, you walked over to a cabinet and opened up the one that carried the mugs, taking down four. Each of them had a different design on it. The girls sat themselves on the kitchen table, watching your every move.
Once the hot chocolate was done, you poured some into each cup, put them on a tray, and brought it to the table. Before they reached out for them, you stuck a hand out.
“Wait, I’ll give them to each of yours. This one–” the mug with the cats with heart eyes, “is yours, Yuko. This is Yumi’s–” the mug with the galaxy pattern, “and finally, this is Yumiko’s.” The last mug was printed with dragons. You took your own mug and sipped the drink peacefully.
The girls stared at you. “You…”
“… got our…”
“… names right! And the mugs too!”
They were shocked. But you finished up your drink and ruffled Yuko’s hair. “Why wouldn’t I get it right? Hurry and finish so that I can put you three back to bed.”
Akashi: You smiled as you watched Akashi and his son, Hajime, sift through a large pile of books in their home library. They were picking out all of next week’s bedtime stories, as per usual.
Once they were done, Hajime put the pile of books in his small wagon and started to trek back towards his bedroom, where’d he’d stack them on this bedside table.
Akashi approached you, running a hand through his hair tiredly. “Sorry about that, ____, I’d forgotten that we had to pick out books today.”
You shook you head, smiling. “I think it was really cute. But… you do seem tired. And you never forget book day. Are you okay?”
He glanced over your shoulder to make sure Hajime was far enough before taking your hand and finally letting all of his exhaustion show. You had him sit down immediately. “Seijuurou! You look so tired! Did something happen?”
“I know I shouldn’t be sharing my worries when they have nothing to do with you, but… some business partner of mine has found his way in the middle of a scandal, and it might affect the company if I don’t do damage control. However, I don’t want to neglect Hajime either, I’m away from him enough as it is. I really don’t know what to do. Hiring a babysitter would be like giving away my responsibilities, and I don’t want that. “
Pulling Akashi into a hug, you murmured words of comfort, rubbing his back. You felt him melt into your embrace, and his breathing slow down slightly. He was relaxing, finally. “Seijuurou, if the problem affects you, then it’s my problem as well. Don’t hide these things from me, okay? Let me take care of Hajime, at least for tonight. You can get some work done then go to sleep right away. You need it.”
“I want to take care of Hajime. You’re my partner, not Hajime’s babysitter.” He weakly protested, voice muffled by the fabric of your shirt.
You pulled back and fixed Akashi with a stern look. “As your partner, I’m automatically Hajime’s co-caretaker. I love the kid to bits, I want to take care of him. Please let me. I want to take care of both of you. Please.”
Sighing, he nodded. “Just for tonight. If anything goes wrong, tell me immediately.”
And so you played with Hajime, as you usually did, and Akashi went back to work, after some insistence from you. The real test was during bed time. Once Hajime was all tucked in, he held Sunday’s book and stared at the door expectantly.
“Haji… would it be okay if I read you your story tonight?” You asked quietly, smoothing out his blankets.
He shook his head. “Thank you, ___-san, but Otou-san always reads me my stories. I’ll wait for him.”
You tried to think up a different tactic. Slowly, you sat down next to him on the bed, and glanced at the book. “What’s the book called?”
“The Blue Bug Makes Friends With the Purple Turtle.” Hajime stated, still staring at the door.
“Ah… may I see it? Just for a bit?”
Narrowing his eyes at you, he reluctantly handed the book over. You flipped through the pages, grinning and laughing slightly.
Hajime’s straightened his back and tried to peek over your arm, at the book. “What? What?”
You shut the book, smiling at the small boy. “Ah, it’s nothing. The book is really funny, is all.”
“How is it funny? Tell me.” He demanded.
You shook your head. “That’ll ruin the story. You should just wait till your Otou-san reads it to you.”
Fidgeting, Hajime went back to staring at the door for a few seconds before turning to you almost desperately. “Okay, fine, read me the story. But you better have different voices for all the characters.”
At three A.M., Akashi walked into his son’s room, exhausted, only to find Hajime and you cuddled up together, sleeping, book still in your hand. Smiling fondly, he took the book from you and grabbed a blanket, draping it over your body before getting into the other side of the bed, arm thrown over both his son and the love of his life.
He does not like everything to be red. In fact, if your favorite color is something else, he’ll be glad to match the decor with it. When he asked you, though, you lean forward, pressing your lips against his before whispering “this color” while playing with his hair
Of course, he blushes, but tries to act cool
Sealed envelopes for invitations
Considering his family background and the operatives of the Akashi household, the wedding has to be grand, as some big people are going to attend. Despite Akashi senior’s demands, though, Akashi is going to downplay the grandeur a little bit, so it’s more of a minimalist-classy wedding
Only a select people are invited for the holy matrimony
He’s not a really big fan of cake, so a small one just as a symbol is cool with him, unless you want a great big one
One word: GORGEOUS!!! I wish I had the knack to find pictures like you! These are stunning!
I have this as the beginning of them becoming a s/o, hope you enjoy! – Admin Jade
There he was again, Akashi Seijuro, or as they commonly referred to him in their own mind: the beautiful man with red eyes. They’d never seen eyes of that color on anyone else. It reminded them of chrysanthemums, hints of gold showing in certain lighting. As he moved through the shop, ease in his step, they watched from behind a bunch of daisies, unable to tear their gaze from his form. He was wearing a grey suit, it’s lines sharp enough to cut paper they were sure, with a black tie fixed perfectly by a gorgeous ruby tie pin.
“Good afternoon, ______” his deep smooth voice offered, light smile on his lips.
They started, worried he’d caught them staring, but if he had he made no mention of it.
“Go…good afternoon, Akashi-san,” they managed, heart rate speeding up as those crimson irises settled on their face.
“I was hoping you could help me,” he continued, never breaking eye contact.
They swallowed, hoping the little moisture left in their throat would be enough to help them form words adequately. “Yes?” Good, no stuttering and their voice didn’t crack.
“You see…today is a very important day. Today is the day I’m going to tell someone how I feel about them and I’m sure you can provide excellent assistance.”
They were sure the color was draining from their face if the settling cold was anything to go by; but should they really be surprised? Akashi-san could have anyone he wanted. He was rich, powerful, gorgeous; but that wasn’t all they liked about him.
The first time he’d been to their shop, he’d asked for flowers for his mother’s grave. The way he looked, the depth of love still there, was tragically beautiful.
The second had been to order flower arrangements for an event as his company, purchasing vases as well. They’d heard later everyone loved the flowers and the fact they could take them home at the end of the evening.
On his fourth visit, he had a girl with him and they’d felt their heart sink only to rise with joy when he introduced them to her. “This is one of my greatest friends, Momoi Satsuki. She’s getting married in six months and I told her this was absolutely the place to come for flowers.”
The pink haired girl had clapped her hands enthusiastically, chirping, “Everything is so pretty! I just can’t decide! I wish Tetsu would have come with me!” From there, they’d taken over, asking for her color scheme, the size of her tables, how many bridesmaids. After talking for about an hour, Momoi had made her selections, only for Akashi-san to grab the contract and sign it himself. “Consider it a wedding gift,” he chuckled as Momoi protested him spending so much.
Yes, there was much to admire about the man before them.
They snapped back to attention when he cleared his throat, a slightly raise eyebrow all the indication he was curious as to their silence.
“Yes! Yes, of course I can help, Akashi-san. Um, what exactly were you looking for?”
He hummed, tapping his index finger against his chin. “I’d like for the bouquet to speak to them. For it to make clear all the reasons I appreciate and admire them,” he answered, looking back into their eyes.
“Right, ok….so….tell me about them! I’m sure I can find some flowers that will serve your purpose well!”
Akashi smiled, eyes soft as he considered their request and they were sure by the end of this ordeal they would need to lie down and take a couple of deep breaths. “First, they are exceedingly beautiful,” he supplied.
“Amaryllis,” they murmured, picking two from the display.
“They’re a very happy person.”
“Definitely gerbera,” and in went two more flowers. They paused then asked, “You said you wanted to convey admiration, right?” He hummed ascent. “Then you definitely need red carnations. What else?”
Akashi stared at them for a moment then answered, “They’re strong and creative and carry themselves with elegance.”
“Wow,” they breathed then refocused. “Some dahlias are perfect for that.” They considered the gathering of flowers in their grasp and said, “Ok, I think we have room for one more. Better make it a good one,” they teased, trying to lighten the load of despair in their chest.
“This one I think I can pick on my own,” he said softly, handing them two roses.
”Love! He loves this person!”
Returning behind the counter, they completed the arrangement, making sure every petal was flawless and every stem was perfectly even with the rest before securing them with green ribbon. Taking a deep breath, they walked out to where Akashi stood waiting, hands in his pockets. As the approached, they extended the bouquet, trying desperately to keep any tremor out of their voice as they said, “I hope they like these and I wish you the best of luck.”
Akashi took the bundle, but as he made way to gathering his wallet, they held up one hand. “On the house, today is a special day, after all.”
He stared at them, smiling again.
“Normally I’d protest. As an Akashi I am not accustomed to receiving charity, however, it is fitting all things considered.”
They cocked their head, confused by his words but their eyes widened to the size of saucers as he stepped closer, hands extending the bouquet back towards them. “I hope this makes perfectly clear how I feel about you.” He closed their shaking fingers around the stems, leaning forward to touch his lips to their cheek. “I’ll pick you up for dinner after you close, make sure to wear something nice, we’re going to celebrate.”
They don’t know how they didn’t manage to faint dead on the spot.
In case anyone is wondering what these flowers look like, I made this banner to share. They are in the order they were picked in the scene.
“Isn’t that what he just did?” Midorima snickered, unwinding the tape from his fingers to discard.
Aomine’s scowl melted away to an enthusiastic smile, hands gripping Akashi’s shoulders and shaking him slightly in his excitement. “Wow, Seijuro! That was awesome! For a second there, it looked like you really stabbed him!”
Akashi smiled, but before he could reply Kagami was bellowing, “What do you mean looked like?! He did!”
“Calm down baka!” Kuroko said firmly, smacking him on the back of the head. “It’s barely a scratch!”
“Barely a scratch! This idiot drew blood!” Teeth clenched and fists ready to fly, Kagami turned his attention to the other redhead. “You need to know where your mark is! It was perfectly placed to get within a centimeter of my face, not actually cut me! To top it all off, I have a meet and greet,” he looked at his watch, “in thirty minutes and now I have this to deal with!”
Akashi eye’s widened. Taking a step forward, hand outstretched he said quietly, “I…I’m sorry Taiga, I didn’t realize I was that close.”
“A likely story, you’re just lucky I was able to stay in character long enough to complete the scene!”
“Taiga, enough,” Kise said evenly, crossing his arms. Gone was his bubbly persona, his bright eyes narrowed and slightly obscured by his bangs. “You’re fine. Just go to the makeup department, they’ll have you looking good as new in no time.”
“Probably better,” Kuroko sniggered.
“Why you-”
“Do not make me repeat myself,” Kise reprimanded voice firmer. “Taiga, go. The rest of you, let’s get some lunch.”
“I’ll pass,” Murasakibara said. “I’m not that hungry.”
As the seven stars of Kuroko’s Basketball made their way off set one stagehand commented, “They’re so…different when the camera isn’t rolling.”
His companion nodded. “Sometimes I wonder how they were cast as they are.” He shrugged. “Oh well, as long as they get the job done, who cares?”
She had found herself flipping through her old middle school yearbooks a lot, viewing past pictures of friends and acquaintances she had left behind. There were many that she still kept in touch with and many more that she’d lost all connection with. As she turned the pages, going down memory lane with each picture she recognized, she found her eyes lingering on a certain individual.
Only thing was, it wasn’t the individual she often found herself searching for.
Momoi remembered a time when she used to go out of her way to find Kuroko and this much was evident in the fact that her yearbook was littered with pictures of the two of them together. If she was in a photograph, it was almost certain that he was trapped within her grasps. It was strange to her that her eyes suddenly seemed more attracted to shades of red rather than blue.
She didn’t know when she started searching for Akashi through her yearbook, only that he didn’t take many pictures. For someone who had been so involved with both sports and school, he was easily the least photographed of all her friends. Maybe it had been on purpose. Still, it was enough to have Momoi flipping through every page she’d already been through just to catch a glimpse of that head of red hair. It was the interruption of her cell phone ringing that finally got her to stop scanning every page.
“Satsuki.” Speak of the devil. “If you’re ready, I’m outside waiting.”
“O-Oh, yeah! I’ll be out in a second.”
Standing from her bed, Momoi used the palms of her hands to flatten out any wrinkles that had formed in her clothes. One last glance in the mirror and a nod of approval were needed before she could leave her room.
It had been only a few days since she’d decided to call Akashi for old time’s sake, wondering if he’d like to hang out some time. When he’d asked if Aomine was the one who wanted the get together and she’d told him he hadn’t a clue about it, there was a certain pulse of excitement in her heart. She’d been the one who wanted to meet him alone.
“Satsuki,” he greeted the second she stepped out of her front door. There was a single flower in his hand. “This is for you.”
She couldn’t help but notice how the limousine that normally followed him around as if it were on a leash was not present. In fact, it seemed to be that the two of them would be completely alone together on this excursion to wherever it was they wanted to go.
Kagami: It was at this point that any amount of shade seemed like a blessing for either of you. There were times that Kagami was jealous of your shorter stature, wanting to hide behind things taller than him for a chance to get out of the sweltering heat as well. How easy it was for you to stand behind him and be completely fine.
“Have you checked the thermometer yet?” Your question broke him out of a stare and he glanced above your head to the wall behind you.
Kagami didn’t have the heart to tell you that the heat had gotten so bad, the thermometer gave out ages ago. There was no way for him to tell how hot the air was anymore, but he knew with each passing hour it was only getting hotter.
“Ask me again in an hour,” he rasped, feeling his tongue get thick in his throat.
How long had it been since his last sip of water? It didn’t matter; not with the fact that any water in his home had been dried up for a while now. He was sure not even his neighbors had any water left to drink. The drought had hit a long time ago.
“I’m so thirsty,” you whispered. Kagami couldn’t do anything though. He’d already given you his last bottle.
Izuki: When Izuki found you after the bright lights had dimmed, he hadn’t expected for the two of you to be the last people alive. It took a lot of searching through the city and heartbreaking denials for him to finally come to terms with it. At first he had been grateful; the one person left with him was someone he adored. Months had passed this way though and now he was sure he couldn’t stand to look at your face any longer.
“Why did everyone else have to die?”
It was a whispered ramble, one that you often had for yourself when you were feeling alone. Lately you were always feeling alone, even when Izuki was standing right next to you.
“We’ve searched and searched, but there’s nobody else here,” you continued, voice raising in pitch with each word. “We can’t even find the bodies. It’s like we’re the only ones who’ve ever existed.”
“They’re out there,” Izuki said. His words fell on deaf ears however as you continued to ramble to yourself. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t used to being ignored by now though, so he continued and talked to himself as well. “They’re out there and I’m going to find them.”
As Izuki watched you slowly fall into the oblivion that was your own crazy mind, he was sure the reason why he couldn’t stand to be with you anymore was because you’d given up a long time ago.
Takao: When the rains had first come, everyone had expected it to last only a few days at most. Months later and they were still falling, flooding every part of the city with waters that threatened to pull people under. Takao couldn’t remember the last time he’d been dry.
“Crawl up here,” he said, reaching a hand out to you so he could pull you up beside him on the roof of a building.
Any building lower than three stories high had been completely flooded, sea creatures taking over where land mammals had once roamed. As he pulled you beside him, Takao watched as something finned swam by. He couldn’t tell if it was friendly or not, but he wasn’t going to take any chances.
“How much longer do you think the rain will last?” You asked, wringing out your soaked shirt. The rain made your attempt futile.
“Forty days and forty nights?” Takao gave a shrug, ignoring your glare at his simple attempt at some humor. “All I know is that this is one heck of a pool party Mother Nature is throwing.”
“I wish we hadn’t been invited…”
Himuro: The ground was shaking violently, tossing everything that wasn’t bolted to the ground across the room. Glass was shattered, scattering across the floor and making it a hazard to walk across. He tried to get a good grip on whatever he could to stay standing upright, but every time Himuro came up to a crouch, the next wave of motion knocked him back onto his hands. By now they were bleeding from the cuts and scrapes he’d acquired.
“You have to try get to me,” you shouted from across the hall where you were standing in the doorway. “It’s safer here than in the middle of the room!”
“I’m trying,” Himuro responded, biting the inside of his cheek as his fists clenched around more glass.
Making another attempt to stand once more, he placed one hand on the wall. The continuous shaking of the earth was sporadic and he was having a hard time gauging when the next big quake would hit.
Suddenly the biggest quake either of you had experienced starting moving through your household. Once more he was knocked to the floor, the heel of his hands sliding into glass as he tried to catch himself. Before his eyes, the ground split open and revealed a crag that split the living room in two.
“Now what?” Himuro asked, not noticing how you’d suddenly gone missing too.
Akashi: “Come on.”
His words came out as more of a demand than a suggestion, his hands pulling at yours as he practically ran in the direction of his garage. With how fast he was moving, Akashi nearly pulled your arm right out of its socket. You yelped a bit, begging him to stop as you tried to wipe at your watering eyes with your free hand. Behind you, beyond the windows, you could still hear the sirens going off in the distance.
“Seijurou, stop!” Your outburst startled him and, for a moment, he did pause to look at you.
“We can’t stop moving, we have to go,” he argued, already turning to move once more.
But you stood hard in your position, forcing him to look at you again. “Where are we going to go, Seijurou? You hear the sirens. You heard the explosions. There’s nothing out there anymore. We can’t go anywhere!”
Your words fell heavily, but Akashi could only hear the steady beat of his own heart through his ears. He needed to get you somewhere safe, but nowhere came to mind. This was the first time he honestly could say he had no clue what to do next.
So I know I told you that I couldn’t figure out a way to give all these boys the same scenario without it feeling like I was repeating myself but then I remembered the “progressive story” method and came up with this. I really hope you enjoy it and thanks again for being so patient and flexible!
Kuroko – Hare
Kuroko could, of course, remember the first day they’d met. It had been at a familiar auction, one he’d been to many, many times but because of his unassuming nature and quiet disposition, he was always found to be less than desirable to be purchased. That is, until she came along. She’d taken one look at him and knew he was perfect for her. So the blue haired rabbit familiar went home with her and if he really considered it, that was probably the same day he fell in love with her.
Midorima – Snake
But, he’d never admit it, whether from pride or the futility in feeling such affection for his witch. So Midorima did the next best thing; became the most perfect familiar he could possibly be. He curled under her bed to keep watch while she slept. He made sure all orders were in perfect order and verified any and all magic items sold to them. If something seemed too good to be true, he’d call out the proprietor trying to pawn it off on them with little regard to feelings; his witch would be protected not only in body, soul and mind but also in her reputation.
Akashi – Fox
It did, however, become increasingly difficult to watch would be suitors attempt their wooing of her. Wizards, warlocks, male witches and wannabes, it didn’t matter who stepped across the threshold of their shop to try to win her affection, Akashi would watch them with glaring eyes. Thanks to his astute judge of character, he’d often be able to see right through their intentions and any falsehood, providing her with accurate (if extremely biased) opinions. She would usually laugh off his protestations, assuring him she wasn’t interested in anyone and perfectly happy to remain as she was. But instead of providing comfort to him, it fed him just enough to keep annoying hope alive.
Kise – Raven
Sometimes he wondered if he imagined it, wishful thinking growing too great, but he couldn’t deny that every once in a while it seemed like she looked at him like he knew he looked at her. Kise wasn’t stupid, despite his blonde hair and bubbly personality. She knew all of him, every last crevice of his personality by now and still remained faithful to him. It was just another reason he loved her as much as he did. And it was times like this he wondered if he could tell her, regardless of the consequences. But a moment later, she was back to normal, asking his opinion on a few orders with nary an indication of anything deeper than what he knew they had. So taking a deep breath, he sat next to her, going through items together.
Bokuto – Owl
Bokuto’s eyes remained wide as she retreated through the door, mind working overtime trying to figure out what had just happened. One moment they’d been laughing and joking about selling Oikawa explosive eye of newt and the next she was practically running away from him. He frowned, getting up from his seat and heading to the door. He knew it was probably a bad idea but enough was enough. Long life or not, he only had one time around and he was tired of hiding how he felt.
Kuroo – Cat
He followed her into her room, the sound of the shutting door drawing her attention to him. “I’m tired of dancing around,” Kuroo said, his gaze holding her in place. He stalked forward, eyes starting to glow. “You can’t not know how I feel by now,” he insisted, hands landing on each side of her head. She looked up at him with wide eyes, lips parted to speak but no sound would come out. He leaned down, mouth centimeters from her own. “I’m in love with you, mistress,” he purred, the title she’d come so used to holding a completely different meaning in this tone. “And I think you love me too.” Her eyes, which she didn’t remember closing, flew open to meet his betraying the truth of his assessment.
Murasakibara – Irish Wolfhound
“We can’t,” she sniffled. “If we’re found out, one or both of us could be killed!” Murasakibara drew her into his large, warm arms. “Don’t worry, _____-chin,” he murmured into her hair. Tilting her chin up, he kissed her, lips massaging hers open to caress her tongue with his own and swallowed her moan. Pulling away slightly he affirmed, “I’ll crush whoever tries to take you away from me.”
Aomine – Panther
Aomine kissed her again with all the ferocity of his nature, practically devouring her. She arched into his touch, mouth hung open gasping for air when his lips scorched a blazing trail down her throat to the top of her chest. “You’re gonna pay for always wearing these damn corsets,” he growled, descending his claws just enough to tear the fabric of her bodice. “Fucking teasing me all the time, shit.” He threw her to the bed, covering her body with his own. “I hope you’re ready for a long night,” he warned, ripping away her skirt before whipping his own clothes off. “Because I’m going to make up for all these years of torture, in the best way possible.”
Hooded eyes looked up at them, an uncommon flicker of indecision present but they didn’t notice, head thrown back in obvious bliss. Akashi trailed his gaze down their half clothed form to where their bodies connected.
He’d watched himself fuck them before, of course, but that was usually in front of a mirror with him behind controlling the action. There was something decidedly different about watching his cock disappear into them with them on top. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it. He wasn’t even sure how they’d ended up here. One moment, they’d been kissing heavily and the next he was on his couch, pants around his ankles and buried to the hilt in their heat.
The only thing he was sure of was that it felt good as the moan he’d worked to hold onto slipped out. He wasn’t used to losing even one ounce of control and to do so with them in this position, well, it was a first to say the least.
His fingers twitched against their hips, his grip tightening as the urge to fling them to the floor and fuck them senseless started to take hold. He squeezed his eyes shut, frustration bubbling up, the need to dominate growing stronger.
“Sei,” their voice breathed, throat dry from the rapidity of their breathing and the exertion of their fucking him. His eyes snapped open and back to their face. “I may be on top, but if you’ll notice,” they looked pointedly at their position, “I’m still on my knees.”
They shifted to bring their mouth closer to his, the angle providing, if possible, a deeper penetration that made both of them groan. With part lips they panted against his, “I haven’t forgotten who the emperor is.”
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I definitely felt some inspiration from Supernatural (the tv show) on this one so I added a few elements from there to shake things up a bit. I really hope you enjoy it and I’m sorry it took so long to get done!
Kuroko: His blue eyes flash brightly, wings sprouting in an instant and he tears across the grounds, arms outstretched to catch you. Demon daughter or not, you’re the woman he loves and he won’t let you sacrifice yourself. There has to be another way.
Aomine: Roars in fury as you fall, unloading his clips into the cult members as retribution for their part in driving you to this. Why did they want actual hell on earth when it was already bad enough?
Kise: Being an incubus, Kise was somewhat versed in the lore surrounding you but had always chalked it up to a fantasy told to little demon children at night. But now that he’s fallen in love with you, you’re more than just a power source for him. He jumps into the pit, intent on finding you and somehow bring you back to life.
Midorima: Races home to tear through his inventory. With the amount of lucky, unlucky, cursed, blessed and magic items he’s acquired, there HAS to something someone powerful enough to undo what’s been done wants and right now no price is too high to pay to get you back.
Murasakibara: Clenches his fists, ready to crush any and all who stand in his way. At the very least, he’ll find your body and give you a proper send off so no one can use your visage against him.
Akashi: As son of another head demon, he was well aware of the role you were to play. He’s disappointed you would choose this path rather than stay by his side and rule as was your destiny. No matter, there are ways of bringing you back.
Kagami: Rushes to the pit, his fellow hunters unable to hold him back except for Aomine, who latches onto his collar yelling that it’s too late and killing himself won’t bring you back. Kagami falls to his knees, the flames of hell dancing before him. Maybe he can make a deal?
Hyuga: He really shouldn’t be surprised at this point. Nothing and no one is ever what they seem in this line of work so why would he think this time would be different? Anger floods his chest to mix with the sadness as he wonders if you knew about this from the beginning.
Kiyoshi: Tears roll down his cheeks as he recalls the night before, your words of everlasting love echoing in his mind; so this was why. He crumples to the ground, chest heaving. Why did you have to be so noble?
Kasamatsu: Can’t keep from throwing up, expelling the contents of his stomach on the ground. Wiping his mouth, he stands again, determined to find a way to get you back, no matter who or what he needs to kill.
Takao: Starts laughing hysterically. That did not just happen! It’s an illusion, a nightmare, maybe someone slipped him something but there’s no way he just watched the love of his life fling herself into hell. Even weeks later, he denies it, insisting you’re on a long hunt and will be home “any day now”.
Wakamatsu: Loses his voice from screaming obscenities as he rushes the group of worshipers. Imayoshi has no time to stop him, watching with thin tight lips as his friend leaps after you.
Himuro: Walks slowly towards where he last saw you, eyes fixed on the crater you’ve leapt into. His face betrays none of the raging storm brewing within. He puts the ring around his neck on his finger, a purple light emitting from his body as it settles against his skin. He swore to Kagami never to use this again but desperate times…
Mayuzumi: Scoffs at your impulsive behavior. Apparently you’ve forgotten the extensive collection of research and lore rich books he has available at his fingertips. Another solution may have been had, but you just had to be a hero.
Mibuchi: Cries in anguish at his loss. He was sure he’d tied the ropes tight enough to keep you from getting here and doing this but you’d managed somehow anyway to put him and everyone else first. He doesn’t know if he hates or loves you for that.
Haizaki: He turns his gun formerly trained on the spectators to his own head. You were the one person in this whole damn world who loved him as he is; flawed and damaged beyond repair. What point is there in going on, now that you’re gone?
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