It’s Lana! I came up with one request so far, it’s fairly simple. Could I see either headcanons or an imagine of Tsukishima and Kageyama falling in love with their demigod! s/o? (Might be back later ;))

I approached these from the position that the boys don’t
know the girls are demi-gods. Once again, seeded by Admin Red, thank you!

Tsukishima and daughter of Minerva (Roman goddess of wisdom
and strategic warfare, and the sponsor of arts, trade, and strategy)

From the moment they first meet, Tsukishima is on his guard.
She’s way too informed about their opponents for him not to be. Sure, there’s
such a thing as scouting but she takes it to a whole new level. It isn’t that
he or the other crows don’t appreciate it but he can’t help but be skeptical as
to how she acquires her information. And it’s not as though he thinks himself a
saint or anything but aren’t there limits to what a person will do to gain
the upper hand? Especially in regard to something as simple as a club?

“Just how do you know all this stuff?” he asks her one day
after practice. He’s waited until everyone else has left, hoping she’ll tell
him the truth if it’s just the two of them.

“Women’s intuition,” she chirps, continuing to pick up the
volleyballs surrounding them.

He pulls the one from her hand, grabbing her wrist and
making her look at him. “And my intuition is screaming, bullshit.”

“Why do you care?” she snaps, wrenching away from his hold.
The question catches him off guard. Why does he care? Shouldn’t he just be
happy to have the information, no matter the method of its obtainment? But the
dark considerations he’s had fliting about in his brain won’t allow him to be
satisfied and it’s in this moment he realizes he cares not because of morality,
but because of jealousy.

She startles him with her next words, seemingly able to read
his mind. “By the way, I’m insulted that you think so lowly of me Tsukishima-kun,
I’m not a whore.” Her tone is solid, not a trace of guilt or untruth to be
found. “I just happen to be exceptionally skilled in the art of strategic
warfare.”

“Warfare?” he questions, unable to keep incredulity out of
his tone. “We’re playing volleyball, not marching onto the battlefield!”

“Now that is some
mighty fine bullshit,” she spats whirling on her heel and getting right in his
face. “You boys are no different in your quest for victory than my mother’s
troops were! Thankfully you don’t kill each other, just the ball!” The fire in
her eyes lights something deep in the pit of Tsukishima’s stomach and before he
knows it, his arms are around her waist, hefting her into a strong embrace. Her
eyes are wide at his actions and he barely remembers to breathe. “Tsukishima-kun,
let me go,” she orders but her voice is soft.

He swallows once, releasing her but just as she turns to go
back to her task he can’t stop from grabbing her hand. “Don’t…don’t go,” he
mumbles, “I…I’m sorry.” She turns, gaze meeting his again, eyes full of
surprise. “There…there’s something different about you and I just…” he trails
off, irritated that she can make him as brainless as Kageyama.

“You what?” she asks quietly, taking a step towards him.

He touches her cheek, his own heating up as his lips form
the words, “I…I like you.”

“Funny way of showing it,” she chides but there’s a playful
glint in her eyes now. He frowns but his eyebrows turn upwards when she reaches
on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “I like you too, you salty dumbass.”

Kageyama and daughter of Apollo (recognized as a god of
music, truth and prophecy, healing, the sun and light, plague, poetry, and more)
[Aged up to college age so it makes more sense for her to be in a medical
profession. Also, this ended up just being the meet cute rather than the actual
fall in love part]

His first encounter with her is less than preferred as he happens
to be bleeding profusely from his nose thanks to an errant serve from Hinata.
Kageyama has enough trouble dealing with girls as it is but to have one so
beautiful and kind fluttering about taking care of him is almost too much for
the nervous blueberry despite his transition into adulthood.

“Just sit tight, I’ll be back in a jiff,” she says sweetly,
hurrying from the room.

Kageyama sighs, tilting his head back to hopefully stem the
flow of crimson. When it finally seems to slow down, he resumes a neutral
position, eyes meeting the mirror and he winces at the sight he makes. His
shirt looks like a costume piece for a slash horror film. Grumbling about
killing Hinata, he stands, whipping the stained material over his head and
makes way to the sink.

From behind, he hears a gasp and the clatter of items hitting
the floor. Turning, his face flushes red all the way to his ears but his embarrassment
is momentarily forgotten when he sees that her
nose is bleeding now.

“Are these contagious?” he asks loudly, horrified to think
of the exposure his teammates had to him.

She blinks, confused by his question until a soft plunk against the tile floor draws her
eyes away from the smooth skin and defined muscular lines of the male before
her downward. Eyes widening in dismay, she covers her nose quickly, rushing out
of the room to gather new clean supplies since those she’s brought are now on
the floor.

Using her minimal healing powers, she quickly takes care of
her own issue before heading back to the exam room where she finds Kageyama
seated, still shirtless, on the table.

“Are you ok? Should I get another attendant? Do I need to be
quarantined?” he asks, voice rising in his panic of not knowing what’s wrong
with him.

She can’t help giggling which further confuses him but the
tension in his chest is released when she shakes her head in the negative. “No,
Kageyama-kun, there’s no need. I apologize for the mishap. Here, let me take a
look,” she goes on, gently examining his nose. He winces but otherwise stays
still. “You’re in luck, it’s not broken,” she confirms, “but there will be bruising,
and you’ll have to be extra careful with any strain.”

He sighs in relief, hand on the back of his head. “That’s good,
thanks…”

“_______,” she supplies with a smile. A couple quick
scribbles of writing provides him with a prescription for strong pain killers. “I
know you’re a volleyball junkie,” she teases, “so this stuff won’t put you to
sleep.”

“Thanks again,” he says and grabs his soiled shirt.

“You know, hydrogen peroxide may help get that stain out,
but it may be better just to trash the thing entirely,” she offers.

“Yeah,” he grumbles, shucking it into the trash bin.

“So,” she goes on, taking out another piece of paper and
handing it to him, “if you feel like getting a woman’s input, give me a call.”

Kageyama stutters, blush growing on his cheeks, but he
somehow manages to put one foot in front of the other to exit her exam room,
though his eyes remain on the number scrawled in hasty writing. Taking out his
phone, he enters it before typing out a text.

In the student clinic, the chime of her phone draws ________’s
attention, and the text upon it makes her smile.

Does tomorrow night
work? – Kageyama

Headcanons on Ukai finding out his girlfriend turns into a fairy at night who helps restore life to abandoned forests and heals people in the hospital?

More thanks to @supern-a-vengers for the seeds on this one!

Ukai isn’t sure what wakes him up but when he finds his girlfriend
missing from his bed he isn’t concerned at first, she probably just went to the
bathroom or something. But as more time passes he grows concerned and goes to
make sure she’s ok.
What he does not expect when he opens the door into the
hallway is to see her standing by an open window…glowing…with opaque wings
sticking out of her back!
His voice is caught in his throat as she flutters those
sparkling appendages and leaps out of the window which he rushes to only to
find her soaring into the night sky.
He pinches himself hard, but when he realizes he’s not
dreaming he rushes to his bedroom to grab his shoes and jacket, though he’s not
sure if he’ll be able to see her by the time he gets outside. He’s also not
sure why he’s following her.
Upon exit of his home, he sees a faint trail of what he would
have previously presumed was dust were it not glowing so brightly. Going for
broke, he rushes through the dark streets in pursuit.
When he reaches the edge of a forest, he gulps; it’s awfully
dark in there. But a momentary flash of light signals the direction to head and
he charges forward.
As he comes upon a clearing, he sees she’s shrunk to the
size roughly of a humming bird, flitting from flower to flower, sprinkling
something over their petals. After a short glow, they seem to perk up. In fact,
the whole area seems brighter and more full of life.
She turns, a startled squeak escaping her lips and her eyes
are wide. How did she not notice him following her?
“Keishin,” she whispers, enlarging to her full human form,
though her wings are still present. “I…I…” she’s at a loss for words.
Swallowing his trepidation, mostly at the discovery that the
supernatural realm is a lot more real than he previously believed, he steps
fully into the center of the trees, arms open to her.
She rushes forward hugging him tightly and he keeps his
hands on her waist for fear of crushing her wings.
“I won’t ask the stupid question of why you didn’t tell me,”
he mumbles into her hair, “I just…wow, you’re so beautiful.” She pulls away to
look at him, tears hanging in her eyes. “I mean, I thought you were beautiful
before,” he flusters, cheeks red, “But this, you…you’re stunning.”
She sighs, leaning up to kiss him and he smiles against her
lips. “So this is why you took so long to stay the night with me,” he chides
softly, “you have a super secret, forest saving job.”
She giggles, tugging his hand towards the entrance of the
forest. “That’s not all I do,” she confesses. “I…I also heal minor illnesses
for people in the hospital. I can’t save the full fatal ones,” she goes on
sadly, “but I can help make sure those who have small diseases don’t get worse.”
He stares at her with wide eyes then pulls her into a more
fierce kiss. “I love you, I love your heart, I love everything about you,” he
admits and she blushes. He releases her, giving a confident smirk. “Get your
wings in gear, baby, I’ll be waiting for you at home when you’re done.”
She nods, kissing his cheek before soaring into the sky.

Oof, only just got to requesting now, and missed the Bad Boy AU unfortunately =n=…but supernatural au! Mayuzumi and s/o are a witch and familiar pair who peacefully run a potion/magics shop, until some trouble comes up in the form of a thief.

This got combined with another ask and of course I forgot to tag you. I hope you enjoy it!

Mayuzumi Vampire Thief

Mayuzumi – Vampire Thief

Thank you so much to Admin Red over at @supern-a-vengers for
their work on requests. I took the foundation of what they created and spun it
to my tone but the overall ideas and creativity came from them, I just morphed
it into my style of writing. THANK YOU again Admin Red, you’re the best!

For this one, two asks were combined into one and I really
like how it turned out.

Mayuzumi and familiar peacefully run a potion/magics shop
but trouble shows up in the form of a thief.

Mayuzumi is seduced by a vampire and when she bites him he
gets more turned on instead of afraid (NSFW)

Stepping over a small pile of light novels, a black cat
meows at his witch drawing the grey-haired male’s attention momentarily away
from the pages before his eyes and though his expression remains blank
communication is achieved thanks to their years together. With the snap of his
fingers, Mayuzumi produces a meal out of thin air for his familiar, the latter
meowing a thanks before digging into the supernatural delicacy.

As he consumes his meal, the cat’s ears twitch when Mayuzumi’s
smooth voice breaks the silence. “You’re lucky you weren’t a dog.” He pauses
momentarily in his chewing, a silent indication for elaboration which Mayuzumi surprisingly
provides. “If you’d been a dog like that damn Kuroko’s familiar I’d never have
accepted you. But seeing as cats are better than dogs you’re another point of
proof that I’m better than him and there’s no chance of his winning against me.”

The cat goes back to eating, his rolling eyes indicative of
him not being impressed by this impromptu and completely unnecessary claim of
superiority by his master. Just because that warlock has similar tastes and
styles in his trade of choice doesn’t mean his witch needs to constantly be obsessing
over him. Sometimes the familiar is curious as to what happened in Mayuzumi’s
coven to warrant such a consistent and seemingly unbalanced hostility towards a
fellow magic user who for all intents and purposes seems content to let bygones
be bygones but his is not to wonder why.

As he continues eating, he hears Chihiro moving about the
store, restocking shelves, making sure labels face forward and going down each
aisle presumably to check inventory. Overall, they exist in peace, the
tranquility of the store a marked improvement over where he came from. It helps,
of course, that his new master happens to own one of those old-fashioned books
which contained a rarely found spell capable of turning him human, an added
bonus obtained through swearing loyalty to Mayuzumi.

A few blinks and one swish of his tail allows the
transformation and he stretches his limbs as he speaks in a hushed tone to
allow his vocal chords to adjust to the forming of words instead of meows. “Mayuzumi,
do we have all the ingredients for that one order?”

Humming, the witch continues his task, now having moved on
to rearranging books misplaced earlier in the day by browsing customers. His familiar
frowns. “That’s not an answer.”

Sighing, Mayuzumi relents to speak, “No. We’re missing two
drops of red dragon blood and the nail of a vampire.”

A chime from the door indicates the entrance of another
patron, one clad in a black cloak covering their face. “Welcome to Five Forward,
where your magic needs are met with precision and discretion,” the familiar
recites. He frowns slightly at the lack of recognition but not every customer is
as friendly as their regulars, however something about this one makes his sixth
sense stand at attention. With a snap of his fingers, he’s back in his cat
form, stalking on the other side of any aisle the newcomer walks down.

Anyone else may have missed the motion, but the cat’s eyes are
honed to catch such subtlety. Quick as a flash, he rushes under the feet of the
customer one paw with descended claws slashing their ankle while the other
cleanly rips through a hidden pocket releasing a handful of items stowed there.

“Shit,” hisses the thief, pivoting on their now nearly
healed ankle. The commotion has drawn Mayuzumi’s attention and he rushes to cut
off the retreating figure, her hood having fallen to reveal pale, porcelain
smooth skin and flashing red eyes.

She pushes a shelf, distracting Mayuzumi as he shouts a
balancing spell but even with her increased speed she’s not fast enough to
escape. “Seal bind!” he roars and the door to the shop becomes a solid rock.
Hissing she turns quickly only to be met with Mayuzumi’s hand on her wrist. She
breaks his hold, but he grabs her throat and holds up a large crucifix, holding
her in place with her back against the rock.

“Release me this instant, before I drain you dry, witch,”
she spats eyes flashing a bright red.

“You’re in no position to give orders, thief,” Mayuzumi
returns evenly, his face impassive as ever. Leaning forward, he reaches into her
other pocket, extracting a small vial. “I should have guessed,” he sighs, “a
vampire stealing a day break spell.” He tut tuts at her. “No wonder you have to
resort to theft, this isn’t cheap.” Smoothly he reaches behind him and hands
the item off to his familiar who returns it to its rightful spot. “Guess I’ll
have to consider getting a safe for the pricier merchandise we have in here, never
been a problem before you,” he goes on, eyes inscrutable.

When he turns, she lunges forward only to find herself held
fast in place; a damn binding spell! “Let me go,” she shouts, fists clenched, “you
got back what you wanted!”

“You know that only works if administered in a specific way,
right?” The question catches her off guard for a moment but she’s back to
scowling quickly.

“I would have figured it out, like it’s that difficult to
cast a spell!”

“What a stupid little vampire you are,” he chides, shaking
his head. “I should have let you take it and kill yourself, it would have been
less trouble than dealing with you.”

“Then give it to me and I’ll be on my way,” she shrugs.

“Oh no, I would have given you props if you managed to get
out of here without him,” he nods to his familiar, “catching you but he’s the
best guard cat this side of the river. You made a stupid decision trying to
steal from me, little bat.”

She swallows thickly, not liking his expression. He looks like
he’s lost feeling a long time ago and though she may be considered a member of
the walking dead, the lack of life in his eyes is unsettling. It’s possible she
may not get out of this alive. The rules in their world are different from the
humans surrounding them and death for a trespass such as this is not unheard
of.

“Wait,” she tries, dimming the light in her eyes, “maybe we
can reach an agreement?”

He smirks, grasping her chin roughly. “Oh? And what, pray
tell, could you possibly have to offer?”

“My nail,” she says quickly. Mayuzumi’s eyebrows rise
slightly. “I overheard as I walked in. You need the nail of a vampire to fulfill
another order, right? So, take one of mine as payment and give me the vile!”

“Tch, I’ll take one of yours as restitution for messing up
my shop,” he grumbles.

“Messing up…I didn’t do anything to your shop!” she shouts.

“Maybe not, but your intention to destroy property was there
nonetheless. Now, give me your hand,” he orders, grasping her wrist firmly. “Altrua,
get me some pliers.”

The familiar fulfills his orders quickly, slapping a pair of
pointed pliers into his master’s hands. “That’s all, Altrua, you can go now.”
He nods, snapping back into cat form and leaving through a window to prowl the
evening streets. For a moment there’s silence, then Mayuzumi recites a numbing
spell before pulling the nail from her hand. The sensation is not pleasant, and
she does bleed but he stems the flow quickly and bandages her with surprising
care. After the extraction, he releases her, the vampire rubbing her wrist
despite the little pain.

“Now get out of my shop and never show your face here again,”
Mayuzumi commands.

But this vampire is nothing if not persistent. “Witch,” she
says and he turns to look at her. When their eyes meet, hers are glowing bright
red, her irises encircled by white. Mayuzumi freezes in place, body rigid as
she stalks towards him. Her breath ghosts over the shell of his ear making him
shiver. “You were a fool to release me, witch, now not only am I going to take
that vile, I’m going to drain you dry.”

He swallows, willing his body to move but he can’t, not when
she has him so thoroughly hypnotized. The brush of her lips against his cheek
is unexpected as is the feel of the flat of her tongue against his throat
making him gasp. “Mmmmmm, I like the smell of fear on you,” she murmurs against
his skin. “Let’s see how you taste,” she goes on before breaking through the flesh
of his neck. Mayuzumi shudders when she can’t stop herself from running her
cold hands up the length of his sculpted arms to his firm shoulders. A
momentary lapse in concentration breaks her firm hold of him but he shocks the
hell out of her when instead of pushing her away, one hand latches to the back
of her head seemingly to hold her in place. The more she drinks, the more
strength she possesses so it’s a feeble attempt for power at best, but she isn’t
complaining if he isn’t.

Mayuzumi’s other hand reaches around her waist tugging their
bodies closer together. As she pulls away and meets his gaze she sees his eyes
are no longer empty. If anything, he looks as hungry as she feels.

“More,” he rasps and before she can react his mouth is on
hers, teeth tugging her bottom lip making her groan in spite of herself.

“You’re a new kind of freak,” she gasps when the hand
formerly holding her head delves down to grasp her breast.

“And you talk too much,” he complains, kissing her harshly.
She pushes against him but somehow, he holds fast and the massage of his tongue
against hers makes her weak in the knees. How long has it been since she last
fed and fucked? Too long, apparently, because she’s giving into him, allowing
him to control the situation instead of the other way around.

“Give yourself to me and I’ll let you have the potion,” he
growls against her throat, teeth nipping the cool flesh and her head falls back
at the feel of it.

“Deal,” she moans and he picks her up, carrying her up the
stairs to his dwelling.

In little time, their clothes are on the floor and Mayuzumi
is above her body on his bed. Her flesh is cold and he shivers against her but
his touch is like fire to her. Latching onto her breast, he sucks hard and she
arches into his body.

“Tell me your name,” he commands between kisses.

“_________,” she supplies, hand carding through his hair.

“Mine is Mayuzumi, make note of it, because you’re going to
be screaming it soon enough.”

“Big talk, let’s see if you can put your money where your
mouth is.” He descends, latching his mouth onto her clit and she screams out, “Mayuzumi!”

“That was quick,” he smirks before diving back into lap at
her nectar. He’s never tasted her kind before and finds it surprisingly fresh
considering she’s among the living dead. He plays her up higher and higher and just
before she crests he stops, earning a snarl and her pushing him onto his back
before she sinks onto his waiting cock.

Both of them groan loudly at the union and she leans down,
fangs descending to drink from him once more. Mayusumi grunts her name, tightening
his hold and thrusting up hard as she drinks her fill. The harder and longer
she bites him the firmer and more hurried his thrusts become until she’s sure
he should pass out from loss of blood or stamina or both.

As she draws away, her tongue laves up the trails of blood,
not missing a single drop. Mayuzumi turns them once more, holding her down by
the wrists and plunging into her with abandon. The force of his impacts brings
stars to the backs of her eyes and she cries his name over and over, writhing against
him but not really wanting him to stop.

“Again, do it again,” he orders releasing her and she
complies leaning up and biting just above his heart. “Fuck,” he hisses between
clenched teeth. He moves his mouth to her neck, latching his own teeth to her
flesh. They’re nowhere near as sharp as hers but he manages to leave a
momentary mark before it heals.

A few more thrusts has him coming deep in her body, the feel
of him filling her up warming her from the inside out for the first time in
centuries. He doesn’t pause though, reaching down to caressing her clit with
his fingers until she’s sobbing her own release upon which he collapses on top
of her.

After a moment’s silence, she mutters, “If you’ll kindly get
off, I’ll have my potion and be on my merry way.”

“Get off? I thought that’s what we just did,” he chides
rolling to his back. She scoffs but as she rises to leave his hand on her wrist
gives her pause. “What’s the rush? Daylight will be breaking soon and the
potion takes longer than that to take effect.” He pulls her down, wrapping his
arms around her. “Tomorrow night at dusk, we’ll do it together.”

She hums, “The potion, or sex?”

He nuzzles her neck, placing a kiss against her skin. “Both,”
he affirms before falling into a slumber.

Aomine works as a soldier for Japan’s National Guard and their biggest challenge so far is the crime organization that’s working with aliens that invaded the planet. Aomine’s s/o was a genius scientist who was abducted by the organization and Aomine hasn’t seen her since. Years later he found out the org has been utilizing her extensive knowledge to help in the evolution of aliens and humans alike so he has no choice but to stop her. He also found out that the s/o is actually a clone. (1)

The real s/o was killed, but the clone was injected with her memories so she knows Aomine. Angst, and you get to decide the ending. Sorry this is more sci-fi than supernatural but I still hope it’s acceptable. Thanks and good luck with your AU event! ^^ (2)

So anon, I really like this idea but my brain took me in a different direction so while the essence of your request is here, I changed up a few things. Also, warning for violence and death. I don’t want to say who or how because it will spoil it more than it already has so if the idea makes you squeamish, skip this one.

As the dust settles, Aomine blinks. That was one hell of an explosion. Turning, he smirks at Kagami. “You really know your shit when it comes to being explosive.”

“Was that your bad attempt at a pun? You’ve been hanging around Izuki too much,” grumbles Hyuuga, shifting the weight of his semi-automatic.

“Hey, I resemble that remark!”

“Will you all shut up! We need to focus!” snaps Riko. The words are barely out of her mouth before gun fire erupts. Struck in the shoulder, she hisses in pain but she fights through it loosing off her own shots towards the advancing enemy.

“We need to get to the central core,” shouts Aomine over the fray, “Tetsu, come on, let’s go!” The ace shooter and shadow bob and weave around the debris, rushing through corridor after corridor as their squad covers them.

“This way!” Kuroko indicates, ducking around a corner only to come face to face with one of the aliens. He skirts back, unable to raise his weapon in time but a splash of blue and not red signals his partner has saved his ass.

“I swear, Tetsu, I don’t know how you’ve survived the war this long, you’re a terrible shot even when you do manage to get your finger on the trigger.”

“Thanks, Aomine-kun,” Kuroko breathes, heart still racing at just how close he came to death.

The two blue haired males continue on their way, the sound of gun fire echoing behind them. They can only hope all will make it out of this alive. Finally, they spot the door they’ve been searching for and rush through it before Kuroko grabs his barricader and slides it into the handles. “It won’t give us a lot of time, but enough to get this done,” he comments. When Aomine doesn’t respond, he turns, eyes widening. In front of them, stand hundreds and hundreds of pods, all filled with bodies.

“Wha…what the hell is this?” Aomine chokes out.

As they get closer, both notice the figures are grotesque, some with extra limbs, some missing limbs. Some have two or three heads while others have none. But the most terrifying realization is that the pulsing resonance in the room are heart monitors. All of these…things…are alive.

“Dai-kun?”

A feminine voice startles both males and they raise their guns towards the sound. Normally a shoot first and ask questions later kind of guy, Aomine hesitates at hearing his first name. No, not just his first name, a name he hasn’t heard in years. There’s only two people in the entire world who call him that, or rather called him that since he knew them both to be dead. As his eyes fall on the woman moving towards him, he frowns; he doesn’t know her at all so how does she know him?

“I can’t believe it’s really you,” she whispers, heedless of the heavy hardware trained on her.

“Who the fuck are you?” Aomine can’t help asking. “And stay right where you are!”

Blinking away tears, she keeps moving, propelled towards the one person in the whole world she never thought she’d see again. “It’s me, Dai-kun, it’s ________.”

Aomine narrows his eyes, trigger finger twitching. “Don’t you dare say her name, you bitch!”

She flinches, then smiles warmly. “Of course, I forgot, I’m….I look different now,” she comments, “but it’s really me. I know! I’ll prove it! Ask me something you know only _______ would know.”

Aomine can feel himself trembling. How long has it been since he heard her name? If he had his way, no one would think it let alone speak it aloud to him and here’s this bitch, their enemy, casually claiming to be the one person in the entire world he loved more than anything else; more than himself, more than basketball when he played it once upon a time.

Why hasn’t he shot her yet?

Kuroko opens his mouth to protest but Aomine is already speaking. “Where did we meet?”

“You were on the roof top at school. I’d just finished practice with the dance team and went to get some fresh air and found you. We talked and you asked for my number but I wouldn’t give it to you that easily.”

“What did I leave in your locker?”

She smiles, but it’s not _______’s smile, it’s the smile of a stranger. “A basketball with your number on it.”

Aomine wants to believe no matter how impossible it is, that this is true. That somehow, _______, the love of his life is within this unfamiliar shell. But these questions are too easy. He’d been warned, been threatened by the mafia who ran with these bastards that they’d get him. They knew he was a threat, that as an ace shooter on the Vorpal squad he’d be a menace to them and he has been. So it’s no wonder they’ve sent someone to-

“Aomine-kun.” Kuroko’s voice startles the taller male; he’d completely forgotten he was here. “We need to hurry.”

“Go on then, I’ll be right there,” Aomine replies.

“But-“

“Just go, Tetsu!” he snaps.

“Be careful, remember, they’re tricky.” Kuroko moves past the woman, her heedless of where he’s going and why. She knows she should care and a part of her is positively screaming to act, to kill them, to protect what she’s worked so hard to create but she can’t. Not now that he’s here.

“I never thought I’d see you again,” she murmurs but at the look in his eyes she pauses again. “I can see you’re still not convinced, ok then, ask me something really, really personal. Something you know for sure no one else in the whole world would know except for _________.” It feels weird speaking about herself in the third person but if it’s what Dai-kun needs to move forward, to understand, to believe that’s it’s really her even if it’s a different body, then she’ll do it.

Aomine takes in a deep breath, his mind racing trying to think of something while at the same time berating him for even playing this game. No doubt this is a delay tactic, a way to make sure he doesn’t complete his mission but he’s missed her so much and he’s heard about this. Heard about people running into strangers who claimed to know them, claimed to be someone they weren’t, but it always ended up the same way; with someone or something dead.

Swallowing, Aomine looks her in the eye. “What did I say to you after the first time we had sex?”

She sniggers, the sound foreign in his ears. “Oh Dai-kun, of course your mind would go there,” she chides. Settling herself, she returns the intensity of his stare. “You told me that I beat you and it was the closest thing to a confession of love I’d ever get.”

Pain slams through Aomine’s chest at the remembrance, at the feel of her beneath him that first time, of her scent surrounding him, her lips on his, his hands on her. He’d forgotten, forgotten all of that until now, the memories too painful to allow to the surface so he pushed and pushed and pushed until he tread upon them, until they no longer haunted his dreams. How could this…. thing know so much about him and his ________?

“How?” One word filled with so much.

“I…when I was taken, they tried to make me work for them. Torture, you don’t know the meaning of the word but I wouldn’t give in. They broke my body trying to weaken my mind but I wouldn’t give up. I…I wouldn’t betray my own kind.” Her voice quivers and he has to stop himself from drawing her in. He can’t, this can’t be real!

“So,” she goes on, tears spilling on the ground, “eventually they decided if I wouldn’t comply in my own body, they’d put my mind somewhere more controllable.” Aomine’s gut clenches, whatever food he’d managed to shove in his mouth today wanting to erupt back out of it. “They removed my brain and fused it with one of their kind. That was three years ago and I’ve…well, you can see.” When her arm extends behind her, Aomine clenches his fist.

“You made those?! Why, what purpose could they possibly serve?” he roars. “My _______, would never….could never do that!”

His weapon clatters to the ground, hands fastening around her throat. Wide terrified eyes stare into his. “I don’t know what the fuck you did to her to get the information you did or the purpose of doing it, but one thing I do know is you are going to die. If she’s still alive, I’ll find her, but I doubt that.”

She chokes out, “Dai-kun….I….I’m right here. Stop…please…”

“No more lies!” he bellows, squeezing harder, feeling her pulse thunder against his fingers. A garbled noise of pain leaves her lips which are rapidly turning blue, her nails scratching and clawing at his skin but he’s relentless, eyes full of rage and hate and death. Because he’s fully dead inside now. He’d always hoped maybe he’d find her one day but that hope is gone. He knows she’s dead.

Just like the woman who’s now on her knees, eyes rolled in the back of her head. When he releases, her body crumples to the ground in a heap.

“Aomine-kun, we-“ Kuroko stops short, eyes wide at the sight of his ace standing over the very dead body of the woman he’d seen before.

When Aomine lifts his head, Kuroko almost shrinks back. There’s no more light, no more life, just empty vacant pools. “Let’s go, Tetsu,” he says lowly, stepping into the corridor and shutting the door. They begin running again, Kuroko pressing a button on a remote once they’re clear and another explosion rocks the foundations of the compound.

Wizard daichi x female s/o fluff scenario, daichi is known as one of the greatest wizards to ever live & s/o is a normal human who has been with him since they were kids. They have their first child together & they’re having first kid parental issues, like he’s shooting spells out at the wrong time/ place! I hope this was specific enough, if it ends up not being picked as a scenario at the end, would you mind doing head canons afterwards?Please & ty! I love your work! Ty for doing this event!

Looking down at their son, Daichi’s wife frowns deeply. It
isn’t that she minds he has powers. Really, it’s to be expected being the
offspring of one of the most prolific wizards to grace existence save possibly
for Kageyama and that’s only because he’s a genius. No, her husband, has risen
through the hierarchy through hard work and dedication, two qualities she
recognized even when they were children. She supposes that’s why she stuck
around him all these years, defending him when people tried to give him a hard
time for being different, looking up to him when he never used his powers for his
own gain.

Ok, maybe once or twice but he was young once too. But she
can’t allow her own child to get away with this stuff.

“So, what, you think you can just wave a magic wand and
everything will be right?” she asks in a clipped tone making the boy wince. Shooting
a withering glare over her shoulder she snaps, “Daichi, a little help here?”

“To be fair, sweetie, that generally works for me,” he
replies with a grin.

“You’re as straight-laced as they come, honey,” she laughs,
shaking her head before looking back to their child. “Tarou, I know it’s
difficult but you have to control yourself. Using your magic when you’re upset
can only cause more problems.”

“But mom,” the dark-haired boy grumbles, “Higashi-kun kept
making fun of dad! Saying he was all talk and no skill and that the wizard line
is probably just a myth anyway and I just-“

“Turning him into a frog was not the answer! Especially when
you couldn’t turn him back again,” his mother sighs exasperatedly. Granted, the
terrified boy now has a healthy appreciation and respect for her husband since he reversed the spell but the point
still stands.

Daichi steps forward, gathering the mini-me into his arms
and hugging him tightly. “I appreciate you wanting to defend me, little man,
but you don’t have to. At least not until I’m old and can’t remember spells
anymore. Things are always gonna be like this with some humans.” Then he looks
over the boy’s shoulder locking eyes with his wife. “And some,” he goes on, “will
make you believe in a whole different kind of magic.”

You said one ask each AU right? If not ignore this! Incubus Tsukki trying to get s/o, but unbeknownst to them both, her mother’s necklace on her neck is a demon repellent charm! Reactions or scenario, however you like, of Tsukki struggling to seduce her, having no idea why it doesn’t work, gets smitten by her and when they found out she takes it off and good old NSFW maybe? ignore if it’s too much, thanks a bunch!!!

I don’t think I quite built this up as much as you described but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

Tsukishima, on
the whole, is not overly fond of his species. It’s downright tiring to need sex
of all things to survive. He knows pretty much all males would disagree but
they don’t have to deal with this! That and since he’d prefer not leaving a body count, thank you very
much, he has to expend more energy in either wiping his conquests memories or
deal with having a reputation of being a player. Which means garnering new
sources of energy is that much more work and he has to use more power to seduce
them.

It’s a vicious
cycle really.

Which is why,
when he meets you, and genuinely feels
something, he thinks he’s home free. It’s not every day incubi mate but it’s
not unheard of.

Except that nothing he tries works on you; not his
normal flirting (honed by years and years of practice), not even his powers of
suggestion or hypnotism. At best, he’s managed to gain you as somewhat of a
friend, which is worse because your proximity is driving him crazy. And the
constant teasing from his fellow incubi is not
helping.

Just when he’s
ready to throw in the towel and find some random girl to screw, you enter your
room, unware he’s there. He’d come over to ask for your study notes, waiting as
instructed by your mother for your return from taking a shower. When your eyes
land on him, it’s like a veil has been lifted.

“Kei,” you
breathe and his own breath hitches when you let the towel fall. You’re fucking
gorgeous.

“Wha-“ he
begins then realizes; you aren’t wearing anything, which means the necklace you
always wear is sitting on your desk. Of course! A warding charm!

Deciding to
save disposal of it for another time, Kei is on you in a second, lips crashing
into yours, tongue dominating your mouth easily. He shucks his clothing,
groaning under the ministrations of your fingers against tight muscle and
oversensitive skin. His body is practically humming with need and he knows if
he doesn’t slow down, isn’t careful, he’ll drain you dry.

“Please,” you
gasp, legs parting for his body to lie flush to yours. He doesn’t even remember
carrying you to the bed.

He can’t wait,
only hoping somehow his over exertion of pheromones have allowed your body to
be ready. He thrusts in and out rapidly, power surging through his veins. He
kisses you, stealing your breath, making you sweat, trailing fingers through
damp hair which he clutches and pulls. When he looks in your eyes his own are
blown wide, the gold bright and glowing. “You know what I am now,” he affirms
and you nod. “Will you let me mate you? Will you be my source of energy
forever?” When you nod again, his mouth is on your neck, sucking hard before he
bites. He explodes within you, his scent flooding over you like a blanket
indicating you are his and if any
other incubi so much as look in your direction with intent to take, he’ll kill
them.

While you’re
asleep, he rises, taking the necklace and crushing it.

You have no
need for warding anymore.

Demi-god Aomine scenario when he finds out that his human gf is pregnant with his child then his father gives him choices which are killing their child or aomine being a human?

“Are you going to practice today, Dai-kun?”

Aomine looked at his girlfriend and sighed. “Of course not,
I’m too tired.”

She giggled, slapping his arm, “You always say that! But you’re
the best! How could you not want to practice?”

“Baka, it’s because I’m the best that I don’t need to,” he
grumbled, ruffling her hair in retaliation. She squeaked indignantly which just
made him smirk. Drawing her close to his body, he whispered, “Besides, I can
think of much better things to do.” As he felt her shiver, he smiled wider, a
feat only she could produce.

“About that,” she mumbled, voice suddenly soft and serious.

“What? Don’t tell me you’ve lost your nerve? Did I go too
hard last time?” he asked, genuine concern lacing his tone no matter how hard
he tried to stay teasing. She shook her head, eyes still cast down. Now he was worried. He cupped her face and
tilted it up towards his own. “What the hell is going on?” he asked, voice
strained.

Unexpected tears sprung to her eyes making his own widen. Before
he could ask again, she flung her arms around his waist and started sobbing.
Aomine didn’t know what to do, but knew he needed to get them out of the public
eye; people were already starting to stare. They weren’t far from his
apartment, so he gathered her in his arms and practically ran the rest of the
way there. When they were finally inside, he sat down on the couch, cradling
her close.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” he ordered but his voice was soft.

Through her sniffles she confessed, “I…I’m pregnant.”

Aomine felt his whole body go cold. How could this have
happened? They were so careful, he
was so careful because he knew…he knew this was something far beyond just a
normal pregnancy.

“I’m surprised he hasn’t
shown up yet,” Aomine thought, face darkening. He had to prepare, he didn’t
know how long he had until word would reach his father and then-

A flash of lightning and roaring boom of thunder was all it
took to let him know it was already too late. He was coming and he had to keep
her safe, at least until he could talk to him. The sudden storm had her shaking
harder, clutching to him like a life line. “Are…are you mad at me, Dai-kun?”
Her voice was so little, so broken.

Shaking his head, he kissed her temple. “No, no, sorry, I
was just…I’m surprised is all, we’ve been really careful you know?”

She nodded, tears staining his shirt. Another flash and boom
signaled the impending meeting he so desperately did not want to have. He stood
with her still in his arms, walked to his room and laid her down. “Baby, I…there’s
something I have to do. I promise I’ll
come back, but you need to stay here.” As he tried to leave she grabbed his
wrist.

“Please, don’t go, I-“

“_______, I have
to go.” His voice was gruff and the use of her name let show how serious he was.
He knelt to her level, eyes looking directly into her own. “Do you trust me?”
he asked softly, carding a hand through her hair. When she nodded he went on, “Ok
then, let me go take care of this…thing…and I’ll be back as soon as I can. Just
stay here, ok?” She nodded again and he pulled up the covers, tucking her in
and placing a kiss to her forehead. “Be back soon,” he assured then he was
gone.

The rain dumped in buckets when a large bolt of lightning
hit close to where he stood. Aomine’s sapphire eyes burned bright staring at
the man who he’d not seen in years.

“A bit dramatic, don’t you think?” he asked, nodding towards
the sky which flashed and crackled.

The being before him shrugged. “I needed to you to get the
message, you’ve always been rather thick headed. “

“Tch, as if you’re one to talk old man,” Aomine grunted. “So,
I’m guessing you’ve heard?” Crossed arms and a narrowed gaze where all the
answer needed. “So, what now?’

His father sighed, shaking his head. “I’d hope to never have
to have this conversation with you Daiki. You have so much potential, were you
just to apply it correctly.”

“I didn’t ask for this,” snapped the blue haired ace, “you
think it’s easy? Fuck, it’s a miracle no one’s caught on by now.”

“And who’s fault is that?” roared his father, lightning
flashing in his anger. “You have no self-control, as is obvious by the whole
reason I had need to come here.”

“Oh, and just seeing your son isn’t enough reason to come
down from the mountain?!”

“Watch your tone, boy,” Zesu growled, eyes flashing with white
light, “do not think yourself higher than you are.”

Aomine smirked. “Then why are you here if I’m not a big
deal?”

“The big deal is the abomination growing in your whore’s
stomach!”

Aomine saw red, rushing his father with a clenched fist and
gritted teeth. He didn’t even get close to hitting him, a hand around his
throat and his back on the ground, rain water stinging his eyes as he glared up
at the man, the god, who brought
about his existence. “There are only so many demis this world can handle and
yours is not one of them!”

“I won’t let you touch her,” snarled Aomine grasping Zesu’s
wrist.

“To think, a son of Aries kept you in line and you still
manage-“

“Akashi doesn’t have shit on me! I do what I want! The only
one who can beat me-“

“Is me!” Zesu spat
tightening his hold. Aomine’s vision began to get hazy, a garble of breath
trying to reach his lungs. “You are just as much a spoiled, selfish brat now as
you were in high school, Daiki. But, since I’m a generous man, I’ll give you a
choice, seeing as this worthless human apparently means so much to you.” He changed
his grip, tugging Aomine up by his collar. “Either I end that whelp growing in
her or you give up all semblance of your godhood. You’ll be completely human,
no special powers, so super strength and speed. I imagine your game will suffer
for it, so you better decide now which you love more: her or basketball?”

“Her,” Aomine snapped without hesitation. “I don’t need your
filthy blood to do my job, I’d rather do it on my own anyway!”

“Fine,” Zesu seethed, slamming Aomine back to the ground
before plunging his hand into his chest wrapping it around his son’s heart.
Aomine roared as pain seared through his whole body which began to glow a
bright blue. Around them the storm raged, rain coming in sheets, lightning
flashing so fast it mimicked a strobe light. Aomine couldn’t focus, could barely
breathe as he felt his energy drained. After what felt like an eternity, Zesu
removed his hand, closing the gaping hole in his chest.

On the ground, Aomine panted, breath showing in puffs of
steam above his lips. His whole body shook, from pain or the cold or both he couldn’t
tell but by the time he could open his eyes again, the rain had subsided to a
gentle drizzle, the roaring of the clouds dulled to a murmur and his father…was
gone.

When he reached home it was to find _________ almost in
a panic which only increased when she saw the state of him.

“Daiki, are you ok? What happened? Did you get in a fight?”

Aomine looked at the mirror hanging in his entry way and
winced. He looked like hell with hair matted to his face, bruising on his neck
and clothes stained from the blood poured out when his father punched through
his chest. His whole body ached something fierce but he shrugged. “Ran into a
punk who gave me some trouble, but I’m fine. I’m just gonna go get cleaned up
and then we’ll talk, yeah?”

She nodded, but insisted on helping him when he stumbled slightly.
And so, she drew him a bath, settling him in and began washing the scrapes and
cuts gently. Aomine sighed, feeling the weight of his humanity settle over him
like a blanket. He had no idea how things were going to go tomorrow but he knew
he could no longer afford to miss practice.

And, somehow, the thought made him smile.

headcanons for ukai meeting and falling for a flirtatious and sassy merrmaid for the supernatural au?

The
trip to the beach was supposed to be relaxing but taking twelve rowdy boys to a
place filled with exposed skin was a decidedly bad idea.
Thankfully,
Ukai had the foresight to bring Sakeo along and she is more than willing to
help keep them in line.
Before
long their addiction to volleyball outweighs the rush of their hormones and the
boys are happily playing skins versus shirts; now garnering the attention of
the females they were formerly oogling. The entire situation gives Ukai a
headache.
He
goes for a stroll, finding the opening to a cave and the little boy in his soul
can’t help exploring it. Upon entry, however, his adult self is back in full
force when the sight of a decidedly beautiful woman comes into view.
She
greets him with a bright smile, waving him over to join her. Lost in a trance
of sorts, he complies, shucking his shirt and entering the pool she’s in,
finding the water surprisingly warm.
It’s
when he gets closer that he notices…she has a tail; a mermaid tail. At which
point he faints dead away into the water.
He
awakens drenched upon his back on the sandy floor, his vision filled with her
face. When she sees he’s ok she giggles. “If you wanted a kiss, you could have
just asked,” she teases. It takes a minute for him to realize she saved his
life.

“How…is
this…are you real?” he asks reaching up to touch her face.
“Of
course, I’m real! What kind of question is that?” she asks a bit miffed.
“Sorry!
It’s just…I’ve never seen your kind before,” he hastily apologizes.

She
pouts a bit, crossing her arms. “That’s because there’s not many of us left.”
Her voice is sadder now, eyes staring into the distance. But she snaps out of
it quickly, eyes landing on him once more. “So, tell me about yourself, you’re
the first human I’ve actually met!”
Ukai
sits up, leaning against the stone of the cave and talks. He tells her about
himself, his life, his team, his fears, his dreams, all of it. It’s like she’s
unlocked his ability to be honest with his feelings for the first time in
decades simply because he knows, there’s no one for her to tell these things to.
She
shares about herself as well, the vast distances she’s traveled and the beauty
in the depths of the sea not experienced by humans.

“Do
you want to go there?” she asks excitedly.
“How?
I can’t breathe underwater.”
“Silly
goose,” she teases pushing against his chest, the touch warming him all the way
through, “don’t you think if I’m real, magic is real too?”

Ukai
agrees he never considered that. And so, from that day on he’d meet with her
once a week on the weekend, traveling far and wide within the sea.
Their
relationship blossoms into deep love, their shared experiences treasured by
both.

“I
want to stay with you,” he confesses one day years later. He’s no longer a
coach, the last of “his boys” from the original team he started with long gone
to college and into their own adult lives. He’s stayed in touch but he knows, no
human woman will ever fill the void of his mermaid princess.
“Then
let’s go see the witch doctor,” she advises.

When
all the preliminaries are set, he asks if he can say goodbye to his family and
friends. She agrees, and so he goes, one by one to each of his boys, explaining
that he’s leaving for good. At first, they don’t understand, don’t believe him,
think he’s crazy. But he gets them all to agree to come to the shoreline on a
certain date at a certain time.
And
in the sight of his former team, Takeda and the girls included, Ukai undergoes
his transformation. Gone are his legs, replaced by a brilliant orange tail.
There’s many tears of goodbye, but most of them are happy since Ukai is so
overjoyed to finally be able to travel with his love for the rest of his life.
The
two, mermaid and man, wave goodbye to their shoreline friends, promising to
come back in a year’s time to see them.
And
none of them ever miss those meetings.

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If it’s not too much of a burden, can I have shape-shifter Tendou headcanons???? Thank you so much!!

This ended up half head canons, half scenario kind of…I think…either way I hope you like it!

Given
his ability to change into pretty much anything his imagination can conjure,
Tendou earns the nickname “monster” in no time at all.

“You
aren’t even a real thing!” they cried whenever he’d show his latest idea.

Initially
he doesn’t care, insisting that he changes into what he wants for his own
enjoyment and that he likes scaring the humans. But that fades away the more
isolated he becomes.
The
damage done, even his attempts at shifting into “normal” every day creatures
are met with hostility.

“Why
would you ever think you could pass as a real butterfly?” one tormentor
taunted.
“Hey,
maybe we should become birds and tear those wings apart!”

Tendou
eventually left the commune, opting to take his chances in the human world
amongst those he formerly sought entertainment from in the form of scaring them
shitless in the night and causing them to question their sanity.
Joining
the volleyball team allowed him an energy outlet, so much so he barely misses
shifting anymore. He uses his “spidey” senses for his guess block every once in
a while, but can’t do it too often to full capacity since people may become
suspicious.
Unfortunately
for him, you are such a person, easily pegging that something is “off” about
the boy with the red hair. And really, what human’s hair is naturally that
color?
You
corner him one day after school, pushing his lanky body into a storage closet
and locking the door.

“What
are you?” you ask. Tendou’s
breath catches, eyes going wide and his pulse races. He gathers his wits
quickly but its already too late.

“Don’t
lie to me, I know you’re hiding something.”

“Don’t
you think it’s dangerous to isolate yourself with someone, or something, you don’t know a damn thing
about?” he snaps reaching for the door.

A
hand on his wrist stops him, his eyes meeting yours. “I know what it’s like to
feel alone. So, go ahead, your secret will be safe with me.”

Sighing
he steps back. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He opts to shift into a dragon, a
small one, but if he’s going to do this, he might as well go for broke.
He is
not prepared for your gasp of
pleasure, for your hands to caress his scales, for an utterance of “so
beautiful” to fall from your lips. When
you meet his red eyes you ask, “Can you fly?” A nod. “Will you take me?”

He
shifts back to his human form, standing up to his full height. Hands on your
shoulders, he leans down, face inches from yours. “I will, but it’ll cost you.”

“Anything,”
you affirm.

“A
kiss-“ he barely got the word out before your lips are on his. Caught up in the
moment, Tendou’s arms wrap around your waist drawing your bodies flush
together.

“Satori-kun,
I…I always believed your kind existed but nobody believed me,” you whisper. You
feel him tense with fear, apprehension that you’ll tell his secret to prove
your conviction correct surging forward despite your former promise to keep it.
“Shhhhh,” you coo, “I’m not sharing you with anyone.” He
may or may not shift into cat every night to gain uninhibited access to your
room, shifting back upon the dawn and making his way back home.

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