Hello Jade :) Could I join your supernatural AU? How about scenario of Exorcist!aomine dating a girl who is unknowingly possessed by Asmodeus (lust demon), they have sex almost everyday and it caused her to get pregnant. One day one of his friends find out that she’s possessed when she’s on her fifth month pregnancy, should he’s doing exorcism spell or let her and their baby in a danger? (Nsfw then angst with happy ending?) Thank u.

“Fuck baby, and I thought I was the horn dog in this relationship.” Aomine thrust forward, his dick gliding easily in and out of her dripping core, the vision making his mouth water. She was so hot, so sexy and all the time willing and ready. More than willing, really, if he were honest. In fact, she was oftentimes down right insatiable. Almost every day or night it was the same situation if different circumstances. Him fingering her in the shower, her going down on him in the movie theatre, her riding his face on the bed, or, like now, her with her back on the bed, ankles against his shoulders and his cock driving into her.

Her breasts bounced wildly, her screams getting louder as he thrust and thrust and thrust. “Harder, Daiki, fuck me harder!” He grunted, sweat rolling down his temples; he wasn’t sure he could go any harder! Pulling out, he flipped her to her knees, stood by the bed and dragged her to the edge of the mattress. Now on his feet, he had more strength to his legs, shoving into her roughly and tugging on her hips. “That’s it! Just like that! Oh fuck, just like that!” she bellowed, heedless of who heard her wanton cries.

Aomine came hard, spilling his seed deep in her womb. He didn’t notice the glow of her eyes, nor the chuckle in her chest as the demon within sated it’s hunger; and its plan to bring terror into this world.

It’d been a long while since Aomine had last seen Imayoshi, the man he’d learned his trade from. But there was no mistaking that calculating stare through cold eyes as he rounded the corner with his now five months pregnant girlfriend. “Wow Aomine-kun,” grinned his fellow exorcist, “Never thought I’d see the day you’d be in the family way.”

“Yeah, well, things change,” he shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant. The truth was, he was terrified to be a father. How was he going to raise a kid in his line of work? It was constantly dangerous and there was no telling where he’d be called to next, sometimes being gone for months at a time. Such had been the case when she notified him of the pregnancy, though she was much more calm about it that him. When he’d returned home, he decided to take a leave of absence, relying heavily on his friends for support until he could figure out what to do in terms of work.

Coming out of his ruminations, Aomine saw a peculiar look cross Imayoshi’s face. “What’s with the face?” he snapped, suddenly on high alert.

Seeming to meet his gaze, though it was hard to tell sometimes with the older male, Imayoshi said quietly, “Aomine-kun, where’re your rosary beads and amulet?”

Aomine’s teeth grit. “I lost’em, been lookin’ but the damn things have disappeared.”

“Funny choice of words,” murmured Imayoshi, still eyeing the woman before him with caution. “Then again, you never were really good at sensing things beyond an easy score.”

A flash of anger flew through Aomine’s eyes. “And just what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Imayoshi sighed, drawing out a cross and gun, leveling both at the mother of Aomine’s child. “It means, you couldn’t identify a lust demon if it bit you in the ass, which, I’m guessing,” he added wryly, “this one has done on more than one occasion.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Aomnie roared but before he could do anything further, his girlfriend pushed away, running surprisingly quick for a woman in her second trimester.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Imayoshi hollored over his shoulder while in hot pursuit of the possessed woman.

He cornered her in an abandoned building a few blocks away. Despite a supernatural influx of stamina, the fetus within her womb took up entirely too much energy for the chase to continue. She lay on her side, legs outward and chest heaving as Imayoshi closed in upon her. “I’m sorry my dear,” he said, tone lacking any of the remorse his words claimed, “but this is the only way.”

Her head shot up, eyes blazing red. A voice, low and guttural shook him to his bones. “You fool! It’s already too late! You could shoot her and it would do nothing! This baby will go on, will bring about death and destruction of a scale beyond your comprehension!” Behind Imayoshi stood Aomine, rooted to the spot in shock. Had he really…brought about the end of the world because of his inability to recognize this creature?

“You’re still learning,” Imayoshi’s voice insisted, though why he was trying to comfort Aomine he didn’t know. “But there may be another way.”

“What?” Aomine asked, moving next to his mentor.

“An exorcism,” replied the bespectacled male simply. His eyes glanced to the blue hair. “But you’ll have to do it, since it’s your child in there.”

Aomine swallowed thickly, grabbing his prayer book from his back pocket. It’d been a while since he last did this and he wasn’t sure he had the strength needed to pull it off. He’d never intended to get this involved with the woman before him at all, initially going back to her because she was such an easy lay. The thought brought an unexpected wave of shame over him as realization of deeper feelings took root in his heart. How could he do this to her? How could he have not known she was possessed? Maybe even helped her when they first met?

But no, as with everything else in his life, Aomine was only focused on what he wanted and could get; consequences quite literally be damned.

“Is that pity I see? Or perhaps worse…love?” mocked the demon. It laughed, cold. “It doesn’t matter, if you proceed you’ll most likely kill her but I…I will endure. I will fully immerse into the child and become stronger.”

“Not unless I kill you first,” Aomine growled. With a heavy heart, he began the incantation, the demon screaming until Aomine thought his eardrums were going to burst but he persisted, shouting at the top of his lungs the words which would drive the creature back to hell. The walls shook, cracks appearing on the ceiling as plaster fell in sheets around them but he kept at it, pouring all his will, all his power, all his love for the woman and child he now knew he couldn’t live without, into the exorcism.

Finally, with a blinding flash of green light, the room fell silent as she collapsed on her back, unconscious. Aomine rushed forward, horrified to see deep scratch marks all over her body and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Feeling for a pulse and finding none, Aomine shouted for Imayoshi to help him, leaning down to seal his mouth with hers and pushed air into her lungs. Imayoshi began chest compressions, both men working frantically to try to revive her. Finally, she gulped in a deep breath of air.

“I’m calling an ambulance,” Imayoshi insisted.

“Tell them to take us to Midorima. He knows about my job and won’t give us shit about her condition once we tell him what happened. Well, he will but he won’t call the cops to arrest us,” Aomine advised.

Hours later, a pacing Aomine looked up as a pensive looking Midorima entered the hallway. “It was touch and go,” he began, “but it seems the mother at least will survive. As for your son,” his green eyes met wide blue, “I’m afraid the odds are not good. He’s vastly premature but the damages were so extensive to her body externally and internally we had no choice but to bring him out. He’s in isolation for now. I’m not sure when you can see him, but her,” he indicated the door, “you can at least sit with.”

Aomine didn’t wait any longer, surging into her room. Looking at the bed, his heart sank at how broken and fragile she looked. He sat in the visitor’s seat, large hand taking hers. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.

It took several months for things to iron out.

Upon waking, she didn’t have any clue who Aomine was, her memories of their time together a blank thanks to the demon possessing her. But eventually, Aomine wormed his way into her heart and the couple watched over their son. The day finally came where he was strong enough to be held and as he was placed in Aomine’s arms, the former exorcist couldn’t stop some tears from falling.

They had a long way to go, but here in his arms, was a miracle and he wasn’t going to let anyone, man or beast, take him away.

GOM+Bokuto and Kuroo who are Familiars confessed their love to their witch s/o and it is forbidden for a Familiar and a witch to be together. (angst+fluff)

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.”

For Supernatural October could I please request a scenario where a werewolf Kuroo accidentally finds out his s/o is a shapeshifter and is trying to tell her about his own ability. Thank you so much of your able!

Less accident, more unexpected but I hope you like it nonetheless

Kuroo hissed in pain. “Well, that’s gonna leave a mark,” he grunted to his captor, eyes narrowing at the silver blade glistening in the swinging low light. But before he could be cut again, an explosion caught both their attention.

Standing in front of a newly formed hole in the brick was another werewolf, though much smaller than either of the males despite their still being in human form. She growled, eyes glowing red, claws descending as she took a step towards Kuroo’s tormentor.

Kuroo’s eyes widened as her scent washed over him.

“________?” he asked despite his certainty.

She didn’t flinch, didn’t look at him, just kept her prey in sight. With a low snarl, she charged forward, slamming head long into the stomach of the other male.

He grunted. “I knew you’d come! And now I’m gonna show you why no one leaves me, you stupid bitch!”

Kuroo struggled against his bonds harder, cursing and shouting for her to get out of here while part of his mind focused on the fact that he’d not known until this moment she was one of his own kind! Did she know he was too? Or did she think he’d just gotten caught up in this world?

He couldn’t see behind him, but he could hear the fight, its brutality flashing in his mind’s eye and he couldn’t help assume things were going badly for her. A final howl of pain, deeper than expected, indicated the end and Kuroo couldn’t keep his incredulity off his face as she came back into view, fur matted with blood and breathing heavy. She was wounded, that was for sure, but she was alive and he let go of the breath he was holding.

Their eyes met, hers full of sorrow but before Kuroo could open his mouth to thank her, much less explain his own true nature, she was gone in a blur into the night. Did she…really just leave him strung up? Twenty minutes later, when Kenma and Yamamoto showed up, he learned they received “an anonymous” tip on where to find him.

“What the hell happened, Kuroo?” Yamamoto practically shouted as he undid his binds.

“What’s it look like?” snapped their pack leader. “I got ambushed then left with that asshole.” He pointed to the mass of guts and fur on the floor. “And then ________ showed up and-”

“________?!” Yamamoto screamed. “Where is she? Is she ok?”

“She’s the one who saved my ass!”

Kenma’s eyes widened, Yamamoto’s mouth fell open and Kuroo rubbed his forehead. Taking a deep breath, he looked at his fellow wolves. “Look, thanks for coming, but I gotta find her. She’s one of us and she doesn’t know it.”

“She doesn’t know she’s a werewolf?” Yamamoto asked, scratching his head.

Kenma groaned. “No, she doesn’t know we’re werewolves.”

Kuroo morphed into wolf form, tearing into the night, following her scent easily. Before long, he found her, back in human form, crouched before the river. He could smell her tears and stress and his heart cracked at her turmoil. Sensing his presence, she stood rapidly revealing her skin now clear of the blood and guts from her kill showing she’d bathed in the rushing cold water. A shiver racked her body, but she remained firm, eyes hard as she stared him down.

Before she could morph again, Kuroo shifted back into human form. Her eyes grew wide, hand covering her mouth. Without a word, she ran to him, throwing her arms around his neck. They both winced at the impact, but neither was willing to let go.

“I…I….I didn’t know, I thought you’d be…I don’t know.” She can’t speak, words mixing and tripping over each other.

“Shhhh, it’s ok,” he soothed, hand smoothing down her wet hair. Pulling back, he looked at her, one large hand covering the side of her face. “Thanks for saving me,” he said grinning, leaning in to nuzzle her nose.

She shook her head, eyes filled with tears. “I can’t believe he did that, I…I’m so sorry Kuroo.”

“That was your former alpha I’m guessing?”

She nodded, eyes casting to the ground. He tilted her head back up, mouth covering hers in a long deep kiss. Against her lips he whispered, “Now that you know the truth about me and I know the truth about you…and we love each other this much, do you…will you be my omega?” His teeth grazed her skin, fangs teasing. “Will you let me mark you?”

“Yes, but not here,” she replied, crowding closer to his body, seeking heat and comfort.

“Fine by me,” he agreed but they remained where they were, the reality of the situation overcoming them both. There was time later for what he was proposing, but in that moment, they just wanted to hold each other, thankful for their lungs still inhaling the cold night air and their hearts beating in tandem for love and devotion to one another.

Supernatural AU reactions! Kyotani, Ushijima, Kageyama, Izuki Shun, and Koganei Shinji! Their girlfriend can turn into a bird, but is really shy about it and thinks that he’ll label her a freak. However, her boyfriend surprises her and can also turn into a bird, and it’s the same species as his girlfriend. ->I think I did this ask/request right, if not please delete it and let me know so I can fix it!

She hadn’t meant for him to find out this way. In fact, she hadn’t meant for him to find out at all. “I understand,” she says, voice breaking as her last feather shifts back to skin, “if you want nothing more to do with me.”

Kyotani grunts, “Tch, don’t be stupid.” She lifts her head quickly, eyes widening when he morphs into a red tailed hawk. “Let’s go fly,” he “screams”.

Ushijima touches her chin, lifting her gaze to meet his. “I’d be quite the hypocrite if I didn’t want to be with you because of this.” He takes a step back, shifting into a white eagle (cliche, I know but I had to with him). She sees a gentle glow in his piercing dark eyes, warming her within.

Kageyama’s bottom lip juts out in a slight pout. “Well, if that’s how you feel, what do you think of me?” She looks up in time to watch him transform into a glorious raven, a deep caw exiting his dark beak.

Izuki smiles, drawing her into his arms. “Birds of a feather, flock together,” he chuckles, startling her when he steps back and snaps into his black eagle form.

Koganei’s eyes are wide but so is his smile. “You’re so beautiful,” he says enthusiastically. But then he blushes, suddenly shy. “I…I don’t really wanna show you this but since I saw yours…” He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath as he transforms into his tawny brown owl form. He shrugs his wings, winking and making her smile.

Hey Jade :) May I request a scenario for Iwaizumi, falling for a supernatural s/o (your Choice what Kind)? Fluff, Angst, NSFW all are welcome.. lets see where this goes ?

So this kind of ended up on the sci-side of the supernatural spectrum but I hope you enjoy it!

His lungs burned, the heat and dust in the air piercing the sensitive tissue but he wouldn’t stop running. He heard her fall, the crush of gravel against her knees making her cry out. Turning, he picked her up in one go, throwing her over his shoulder and took off once more; he’d no time for decency.

Ahead he could see their sanctuary, where even the bots couldn’t reach them and increased his pace.

“Iwaizumi, just go, leave me, I’m not worth it, I’ll just-”

“Shut the hell up idiot!” he snapped.

To his right, the ground exploded in a burst of red; they weren’t shooting stuns anymore. He shirked to the left, only to narrowly avoid another shot. “Hemming me in,” he considered, ducking behind a large boulder. He set her down, drawing out his own weapon and checked its charge; only two, maybe three shots at best.

He better make them count.

Taking a deep breath, he looked around their cover and took quick aim upon one of their pursuers. The press of his trigger brought about another explosion, this time from a direct hit to the bot’s power pack.

“Yes!” he hissed, fist clenched. Upon the same, he felt the warmth of her hand. Turning his head brought them face to face, her white eyes imploring.

“Iwaizumi,” she begged, voice soft, “please, just let me go. I…I’m just a replication, a program, a…a thing. You…you’re alive. There’s no…you’re irreplaceable.”

From around the corner he could hear they were running out of time. He frowned, shaking his head and her grip from his hand. Refocusing his attention, Iwaizumi fired off two more shots, missing one while the other clipped the shoulder of one of the other bots. “Damn, we don’t have time to wait anymore,” he grunted. He turned, ordering, “Get on my back!” When she didn’t move he added roughly, “Now! Or we’re both really gonna die!”

When he felt the pressure of her body, he stood. Inhaling another breath, he took off once more, feet slamming against the ground. His body ached, he was sure he’d lost too much blood and he was quite literally dying of thirst, but he was going to get them out of this desert!

Finally, by some miracle, he breached the fortress’s perimeter, calling out, “Iwaizumi and one, seeking sanctuary!” He didn’t stop running, placing all trust on the occupants inside to hear his plea for safety. A deep rumble indicated their answer; they were saved!

A door opened, laser blasts flying over his head to give them cover and protect the entrance. Iwaizumi wasn’t sure where he found the ability but he ran faster, legs positively on fire, into the cool dark of their new home. WIth a resounding crash the door fell closed once more, shrouding them in complete darkness.

Panting heavily, he fell to the ground, both he and his passenger rolling a few feet before stopping on their backs. Greedily he gulped in air, willing his pulse and heart to slow down so he wouldn’t pass out. Her presence next to him was comforting, her own breath soft but loud in the seemingly cavernous darkness. Suddenly, a light fell upon them and in the center stood a silhouette outlined in the beam of warmth, comforting instead of blistering like the outside.

“Welcome, Iwaizumi Hajime and guest,” the form, male in tone said.

Iwaizumi could laugh, he was so relieved to have finally made it here. All the pain, all the hardship, all the shit they’d gone through, it was worth it because now…now they were in Freedom.

“This is ______,” he offered to their host as he stood, extending his hand to take hers.

“A beauty for sure,” complimented the man, stepping towards them. He tilted her downcast head, eyes filled with admiration and welcome. “You’ve come a long way. Which factory were you made in?”

She blushed, averting her gaze. “Sector 8,” she answered simply.

“Ah, I can see why you would need to come here then,” he replied. Turning to Iwaizumi, he added, “Let’s get you both cleaned up and then I think some food and water are in order. I’m Kuroo, by the way.” He pivoted, walking back the way he came, beckoning them to follow.

As Iwaizumi took a step, he halted when her hand grabbed his and turned back to face her. “Iwaizumi, I…I’m sorry,” she whispered, tears evident in her tone even if she could not shed them. “I shouldn’t have doubted you. I shouldn’t have been so ungrateful. I-”

He cut her off with a firm kiss. “You can make it up to me later,” he said, hand on her cheek. Then he smiled. “However you wish, you’re free now. And I never want to hear you say you’re not worth anything. Just because they treated you like a disposable doesn’t mean it’s true. And I’ll never treat you as anything but what you are…the woman I love.”

She threw her arms around his neck, both of them stumbling slightly thanks to his fatigue but he held fast, face buried in her hair.

He’d never intended to fall in love with a clone, but now that he had, he’d been willing to sacrifice everything to keep her safe. From her creators, from the law that called her “thing” and from those who sought to destroy what they didn’t understand.

Okay! Since I’m trying to get back into Kuroko no Basuke, I’m going to request one for that series! Can I get Supernatural AU headcanons or scenario of a vampire Kuroko falling in love with a girl dressed as a witch on Halloween? Whether it’s at a party, or if she’s handing candy to kids, ect, is up to you! If it’s alright, maybe it can end with a flash forward of them living together? (/)///v//() thank you!

Kuroko hadn’t even meant to be out that night. Even with as much personal control as he had it was always a risk allowing himself to be completely surrounded by humans on such a powerfully magic night. But there he was and so was she, dressed in a black corset and purple tulle skirt, her pointed hat completing the look; a classic witch.

He knew instantly she was human; her scent gave that much away. But that didn’t stop him from being intrigued, more curious about her than anyone else at the party.

A glass of punch later and they were talking. She was charming, a beautiful smile almost always present on her face. In all his years of existence, he’d never meant anyone like her before.

It hadn’t taken long for him to fall for her completely.

Explaining to her his origin and species had been nerve wracking, but she’d taken everything in stride, understanding his needs and even coming up with very viable alternatives to his drinking from humans.

And now, here they are, a year later dwelling in his castle on the hill. But he knows, better than most, passing time is their enemy. While he remains ever young, she continues to age. It isn’t a problem, per se, but Kuroko knows his unbeating heart; were she to cease to exist, it would be the literal nail in his coffin.

Her eyes are soft, hand gentle against his face as the smile he fell in love with takes over her face. “I’m yours, Tetsuya. I trust you.”

He sighs, drawing her into his arms, body shaking. He never thought he’d see the day he wanted to change someone, to take away the sun, the warmth, the light.

As if she can hear his thoughts, she whispers in his ear, “In case you hadn’t noticed, I’ve always preferred the shadows.”

He smiles around his fangs, pressing their points to her skin. “Are you sure?” he asks one last time.

When she nods, he bites down, releasing the toxin that will transform her, make her one of his kind.

Make her his forever.

Supernatural AU: Hinata being a wizard in training, and he is out in the night of October 30th trying to catch a special type of fairy, but miserably failing, and the reader, who is also his classmate, finds him discovering his secret. I know it’s supposed to be spooky, but the idea of Hinata as a young clumsy wizard makes my heart burst haha. THANK YOU.

“Gwah!” Hinata’s voice carries through the trees as he lands heavily on his butt, the fairy he was attempting to catch twittering with laughter as he stands up from the mud puddle, silk robe all but ruined. He really should have left it at home like his mother advised.

“Darn you!” he calls, shaking his fist towards the air.

More chipper laughter is heard, the flit of her wings disappearing in a wink as she takes off.

“No! Wait! Come back! I can’t wait another year!!”

“Hinata-kun?”

A voice from the dark makes him jump, his balanced lost once more and he falls heavily back into the mud. With a startled yelp, she rushes forward, heedless of her own clothes to help him stand. “Are you ok? What are you doing out here?” Her eyes take in his attire. “And what are you wearing?”

He rubs the back of his head, belatedly realizing the result is merely more mud on his person. Sighing he looks in the direction of his lost cause. “I…I’m a wizard. Well,” he adds quickly, scratching his cheek, “an apprentice at least.”

Silence returns to the forest before she laughs, more in nerves than actually making fun of him. “Oh? And who or what were you yelling at?”

His head whips around, eyes meeting hers. “A fairy, one that would help me fly.”

She tilts her head, covering her mouth to hide her smile. “Hinata-kun, I thought you already could.”

He mimics her motion, head to the side. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve seen you on the court, if anyone can fly,” she pats his shoulder, “it’s you.”

She walks back towards the pathway, leaving him gobsmacked and blushing. He still wants to catch the fairy and he still wants to fly for real, but for now, all he wants to do is catch up to her.

So he does.

Thanks to Admins Lana and Kay at Haiykuties, I’ve kinda gone through as much of your Haikyuu pieces so far (OMG THEY’RE SO GOOD?) May I please ask for a spooky Vampire!Asahi and/or Ushijima who one night find his s/o a little more tasty than usual? Thank you very much for taking this into consideration!

First off, thank you so much for your sweet words! I’m so glad you’ve enjoyed my work so much. I’m so sorry this took so dang long to get done but I really hope it was worth the wait and that you enjoy it.

Asahi

Entering the room, Asahi stops in his tracks, eyes glowing. Much as he wants her forever, he’s steadfastly refuses to lead her into eternal darkness, but there’s something about her tonight that’s more enticing, more inviting…more tempting to take as much as he can.

A beat of her heart passes and then he’s there, drawing her up into his arms, cold fingertips caressing down her cheek to tentatively touch her throat.

“May I?” His voice is low, seduction curling around his words. As many times as he’s taken from her, he always asks.

She blinks, nodding before she realizes she’s moved.

His mouth opens, fangs extending and he bears down upon her neck. She flinches at the penetration, fingers gripping his bicep, her nails digging indentation into his pale skin. Asahi sucks firmly, drawing a deep dredge of her blood, moaning at the taste.

“What did you do?” he asks, words muffled by his lips refusing to lose one drop of her.

“Wha…what do…you mean?”

“Your blood,” he explains, licking his lips and meeting his eyes to hers. They’re fully dialated, the whites turned red in his literal blood lust. “Something’s different about your blood tonight.”

She shakes her head, unable to understand what he means and her pulse, faint as it is, reveals no treachery.

Maybe his beast is merely making know its own desires; it wants her forever as much as he does.

Ushijima

She’s always been special to him, ever since she alone withstood staring into his eyes and keeping her wits about her. From that moment on, he’d wanted her by his side. Someone, particularly a mortal, with that much strength could only be a positive he figured.

And he hasn’t been wrong.

But tonight, his thirst feels stronger, almost insatiable so he locks himself away from her, waiting for the urge to pass. He’s drained plenty of others dry before, but her he wants continuing on, living in the sunlight where he’s no longer able to be. If he goes to her now, he doesn’t know that he’ll be able to stop.

“Wakatoshi?” Her tone holds concern. “Are you ok? Were you injured in the fight?”

Ah yes, the hunters, the foolish brats who thought they’d best him. He’d won, of course, there was no contest and much as he wants to grab hold of a good excuse, he won’t lie to her.

“It’s nothing.” Ok, maybe a white lie. “I’ll be fine by tomorrow, just go to bed.” He tries to keep his voice even but he knows she can detect the faintest nuances.

“Toshi, please,” she insists, voice right outside his chambers, “let me help.”

Ushijima feels his fangs bearing against his will, the smell of her overpowering him even with the heavy stone door separating them. Unable to withstand any longer, he wrenches open the door, eyes narrowed, focused like a beast that’s spotted its prey.

“Waka…toshi?” she squeaks, falling back against the wall.

“I need you,” he rasps, surging forward to draw her close. “I want you.” He dips his head, inhaling her scent. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop,” he confesses before sinking his fangs into her skin.

imagines/reactions for GOM, Kagami, Hyuga, Kiyoshi, Kasamatsu, Takao, Wakamatsu, Himuro, Mayuzumi, Mibuchi, Haizaki seeing their s/o jump into the pits of hell, literally, during a satanic ritual because she’s the daughter of a demon and the chosen one to spread terror on earth so she killed herself to prevent it from happening?

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?

For the supernatural at event, could I possibly get Hunter Ushijima tracking down and destroying the creature who either kills or kidnaps (your choice) his s/o?

Thanks again to Admin Red! Definitely has the vibe of an
episode of Supernatural but I really
enjoyed this one! Warning for violence and death!

“Wakatoshi, she’s gone, someone took her.” Tendou’s words
echo in Ushijima’s ears as he floors the gas, pushing the pedal hard enough
that he won’t be surprised if he breaks it. The needle of the speedometer
progresses, numbers climbing higher and higher as he attempts with every fiber
of his being to get to your last known location before the trail goes cold.

Pulling up to the motel, he throws the car in park then
surges to the room number Tendou provided, his heavy boot making quick work of
the lock. Inside, his red headed fellow hunter whips around, gun drawn but he
sighs in relief as he re-secures it in the belt of his jeans.

“Fuck, Toshi, you have to be more discrete,” he complains.

“Why didn’t you protect her?” snaps the olive eyed male.

Tendou’s eyebrows knit together as a scowl replaces his normal
jovial smirk. “She told me to get something for us to eat while she took a
shower. Would you rather I didn’t listen? Plus, she’s more than able to handle
herself, it must have been blitz attack.”

Ushijima has been in this game long enough to know he
shouldn’t be surprised that any number of supernatural assholes would be
willing to resort to underhanded tricks and dirty methods to gain the object of
their desire. He and Tendou have garnered plenty of enemies in multiple realms
of the earth’s underbelly for him to have no idea where to even start looking.

“Ah!” Satori’s exclamation draws Wakatoshi out of his musings,
his narrowed eyes looking at his friend. “Found it.” In his hand he holds a
piece of the puzzle, a meaty, blood covered piece at that. Satori smirks. “Good
think we just bought all those silver rounds.”

Ushijima nods towards the door, steps hurried with Tendou
right behind him. If that pack has you, they don’t have a lot of time.

“Can’t leave me alone
for ten minutes, fuck! What the hell kind of hunter am I anyway?” you think
darkly, pulling at the chains binding your wrists despite the futility of the
action. Why had you not thought to keep your gun by you at all times? Because
you were exhausted and sleep deprived from your last hunt with the boys. It
wasn’t every day you went up against a creature who could give Freddy Fucking
Kruger a run for his money in terms of dream or rather nightmare manipulation
but really, almost three days without proper sleep would lull anyone’s sense of
guard.

“Anyone except
Wakatoshi,” you amend sighing. Wakatoshi, a man surrounded by his own myth,
a hunter’s hunter. And here you were, partner to said legend, kidnapped by a
bunch of scruffy fucking werewolves; how embarrassing. If you were to survive
this, you wonder if he’ll ever let you out of his sight again.

You’ve known each other for years, ever since you fell into
the hunter life thanks to a run in with a vampire in a dark alley; cliché but
some things can’t be helped. He’d saved you and you’d pledged loyalty to him.
At first, he ignored you, outright told you not to get involved and to leave
him the hell alone. But you were insistent, affirming that now that you knew
this world exists you wanted to do your part to contain it, to control it.

And you’d proven your worth over time, mostly on your own
until he finally relented to allow you to travel with him and Tendou.

Falling in love with him had not been part of the plan. Sometimes,
you think, just maybe he returns your feelings but even after so many long days
and nights by his side, it’s nearly impossible to read him. He’s put up a
strong, sturdy wall, the only one of whom has seen the other side of it being
Tendou and that’s only because they’re practically brothers, raised by a gruff
but loving widow who turned out to be one badass hunter herself.

A sudden cry pulls you out of your considerations, your
heartstrings pulled when you realize the sound is coming from a very young
girl. If she gets out of here alive, you have no doubt she’ll need years of
therapy just to function again.

“Stop crying!” booms the pack leader out of the darkness. A
startled cry erupts through the rest of the caged and chained humans caught by
this pack.

He stalks up to you, clawed finger stroking under your chin
making you hiss. “Be more like this one and maybe you’ll meet your end swiftly.”
Sounds of terror fill the room but he drowns them all out with his grating
laughter. His yellow eyes pierce the darkness drawing your gaze despite your
effort not to look. “Or maybe,” he whispers, breath ghosting over your face, “I
should tell you to be more like them!”
He punctuates his words by drawing a hint of blood to the surface of your skin.

You can’t help it, you spit in his face. “Like hell I will,
you filthy animal!” you shout.

“Bitch,” he roars and it’s the last thing you hear before
blacking out thanks to the strike upon your temple.

“So, I take it you don’t want to call for backup even though
we know there’s 15 in this den,” Tendou drawls out, sliding his clip into
place.

Ushijima answers simply, “No,” drawing his modified automatics.
He’ll put down every single one of these bastards to bring you home safely.

Satori smiles despite the dark tone of the moment. “She’s
probably just chilling out waiting for us to find her. She knows you’d never
let anything happen to her, at least, she would if you’d finally tell her how
you feel.” The slight blush upon his friend’s cheeks is enough to tell Satori he’s
hit the nail on the head. He’s gone long enough, he feels, not voicing an
opinion on the matter. “I tried to let things work out in their own time but
you’re ridiculously slow, Wakatoshi.”

“Let’s just get her,” Ushijima says firmly, cocking his
guns.

They’ve found the den thanks to information acquired from a
newly turned pup. How Tendou could guess at a creature’s identity is beyond
Ushijima’s understanding. Occasionally, he’s wondered at whether the red head’s
moniker of “Guess Monster” is closer to the truth than not but he’s never had the
nerve to ask him out right. Funny, considering he’s fearless when it comes to everything
else.

Save for the possibility that he may not make it to you in
time.

Taking a deep breath, he kicks in the door, two wolves
practically giving themselves whiplash when they look up the stairs at the
intruding hunters. A second later, blood erupts from their backs as two perfect
shots through their hearts hit their mark.

“Silver bullets are expensive as hell, but they certainly
get the job done,” quips Tendou with a sardonic grin.

A piercing howl announces their element of surprise is broken
but it doesn’t matter, Ushijima is a perfect shot and nothing is going to stop
him from getting to you, from gathering you in his arms, from kissing you and finally telling you how he feels.

Stalking through the corridor, Ushijima shoots every
werewolf he happens upon with unerring accuracy. From behind, he can hear
Tendou singing some inane song. “Shoot
them in the head, shoot them in the heart, doesn’t matter where you start, they
all end up dead.” Sometimes he creeps Ushijima out more than that things
they hunt.

From behind another door, he hears wailing and kicks that in
too. The sounds become louder and coupled with them are the unmistakable sounds
of growling and yelps. As he descends, he happens upon three people coming up
the stairs. His initial reaction is to shoot them, but his eyes quickly take in
that they’re still human and none have been bitten. He nods in silent direction
for them to keep going and they comply swiftly, rushing out the door seeking
exit from this hell hole.

Another human, female and looking to be about twenty, rushes
up but this one he stops. “Are there any more down there?” he asks.

“Yes, there’s a young woman, a guy with black hair and a
brunette guy. They’re fighting that thing and told us all to run.”

Without another word, Ushijima launches himself over the
railing, landing and tucking into a roll so as not to damage his feet and
ankles. He’s upright in a flash, guns trained on the fight going on before him.
He can see the black-haired male struggling with a female werewolf, so he
shoots her once in the head before kicking her off of him and finishing the job
with a shot to the heart.

“Thank you,” pants the male before running out.

Glancing around the room, his eyes long adjusted to the
dark, Ushijima can see the carnage of a brutal fight. Blood splatters color the
wall a deep crimson while body parts lie in haphazard piles, previous victims
no doubt. The brunette, it seems, didn’t make it.

Lifting his head, he hollers your name, ears straining to
hear a reply. A cough draws his attention forward, eyes narrowing as he makes
his way towards the noise. Rounding another corner, his eyes widen at the sight
of you sprawled on the ground, clothes soaked in blood and bruises starting to
form on your face.

You’re the most beautiful thing he’s seen all day.

“Ushijima-san?” you grunt, doing your best to get upright.

He surges forward, skidding to his knees and drawing you
into his arms. “I’m here,” he says quietly.

“I knew you’d come,” you whisper, a soft smile on your face
as you look up at him.

One of your eyes is already beginning to swell shut and your
lips are cut badly but he can’t stop himself from leaning down to kiss you
gently. The action startles you, but you fight through the pain and increase
the pressure, thankful to finally know what it’s like to feel his warm lips on
your own.

The sound of steps breaks the moment and Ushijima wraps his
arm more firmly around you, his other raising his gun towards the entrance of
your confinement.

“Wakatoshi!” Satori calls, poking his head in to the
darkened room. It takes a moment but he whips his face in your direction and
you can’t help gasping at his gleeful smile as he sings out, “~They’re all
dead!~”

A sudden wince from you garners both boys’ concern. But
while Ushijima looks in your eyes, Tendou notices the wound on your leg and his
face falls. “Wakatoshi,” he says lowly, “she’s not going to make it.”

“Shut up, it’s just a cut,” Ushijima snaps but your touch eases
the heat of his gaze as he looks back down at you.

“We both know that’s not true,” you say, smiling despite the
tears rising in your eyes. Looking at his other hand, you gingerly wrap your
hand around the barrel of the gun and guide it to your chest.

Satori clears his throat, rushing forward to plant a kiss on
your forehead, whispering, “Sorry kid,” before turning around and leaving the
room. You smile at his back, thankful he’s allowing these final moments with
Wakatoshi to be held in private.

When you meet your gaze back to his, he’s shaking his head. “I
can’t…we,” he pulls the gun away setting it on the ground, “we’ll find a way.
There has to be something we can do.”

“This is our only option, you know that,” you insist picking
up the gun once more to hand it to him but he smacks it away.

“I can’t kill the woman I love!” he shouts. You’ve never
heard his voice so loud, so full of passion and it breaks your heart while
warming it at the same time.

A mirthless chuckle leaves your lips. “Damn you, Ushijima
Wakatoshi, you couldn’t confess at a more opportune time?” you chide.

“Stop it, stop acting like this is the end. Don’t give up! We’ve
overcome so much, we can do this! I can save you!”

Your hands clasp his face, drawing him down into a long,
passionate kiss. The feel of his hand in your blood-soaked hair makes you moan,
heat pooling in your stomach, a longing to have him but there’s no time.
Drawing back, you murmur against his mouth, “I love you too, Wakatoshi. That’s
why it has to be you. I can’t…I won’t
become one of those creatures. I want to die as a human and you have to help
me. Please, help me before it’s too late. I can already feel the transformation
taking hold, it won’t be long now.”

And then, Wakatoshi does something you’ve never seen before;
he cries. It’s silent but you don’t miss the tears trailing down his cheeks. He
chokes out, “There’s got to be a way, there’s a cure for vampirism in the early
stages, there has to be one for this too, we just haven’t found it yet!”

“And knowing you, you will,” you input quickly, turning your
head to cough out more blood, “but it’s too late for me. Now, bring back the
badass I fell in love with and kill me before I change.”

Letting out a shuddering breath, Ushijima stands, picking up
the discarded gun and leveling it at your chest. His eyes go hard, but just
before he pulls the trigger he says, “I love you and I always will.”

The echo of the shot reverberates around the building and as
it dies away he’s left with your lifeless form, alone in the dark.

Outside, Tendou wipes his eyes, unwilling to not be strong
for his friend. He turns at the creak of a step, face set in a grime
countenance as he watches his best friend, his brother, carry your body with
tears rolling down from empty eyes.