majesticanna
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(HQ Season 1) — the fact that Kageyama and Hinata both work so tirelessly to get stronger… it’s no wonder they trust each other so implicitly. That they will be the ones to compete with each other, again and again.
I wonder when they truly became friends, not only partners and rivals.
Just hold me—
When his secretary came in with a cold days ago, Miles sent him home early. He sanitized the secretary’s desk and his own office for three hours. Miles did not like getting sick, and he did not believe in allowing his subordinates to work when they were ill. Efficiency and well being went hand in hand, and he could allow him to go home while still maintaining his long schedule as a Chief Prosecutor.
Unfortunately, his body has other ideas about his health. He sneezes the first day, the second comes with a pinch behind his nose and a tension in his head, and the third, he can not get up from bed with the pain from the congestion.
“You need to rest,” Phoenix says, as he wipes Miles’ face with a damp cloth. Miles tries to push him away, but he remains adamant about his ministrations. He grabs a tissue from the bedside table and holds it to his nose. “Blow.”
“Noooooo,” Miles says, voice blocked with mucus. “I don’t want to.”
“You’ll feel better when you can breathe. Blow.”
Miles frowns, and then he blows through his nose, a loud honk following. Phoenix cleans up his snot and then deposits the tissue in the trash. He uses the cloth again to rid his nose of any sticky residue before leaving to take the cloth to the laundry.
“Thank you,” Miles says, when Phoenix returns. “You should go to work.”
“I already told Athena and Apollo. Trucy will help assist them, but they’ll be fine, dear.” Phoenix pulls up the sheets and lays down, scooching closer to him.
“Nooo,” Miles says. Weakly, he pushes him away. “You’ll get sick.”
“Will you feel better if I cuddle you?” Miles says nothing but lets out a soft whine. “Then come here, you stubborn man.”
They meet in the middle. Miles rests his head on Phoenix’s chest. His fingers pull through his hair, playing with his silky strands. He speaks to him in a low timbre.
“I saw a beautiful pen the other day. It had a nice, dark ink, and it moved across the paper so smoothly. Still, it was flexible enough to write or sketch with.”
“Did you get it?” Miles asks.
“Not for me, but for you. It’s sitting on your desk at work.”
“I want the pen,” Miles says.
“You’ll get to use it soon. Did you listen to the song I sent you the other day? I keep thinking of the lyrics anytime I play it when I look through documents.” Phoenix hums a few bars and Miles taps his fingers on his chest, the sound resonating beneath his ear. He doesn’t respond. He should probably take some more medicine soon. “It’s such a nice melody. The artist wrote it for her boyfriend when he was only able to send letters to her. Such a sweet story. I think she put a picture on her wall…”
He falls into a light sleep to his musings. He doesn’t wake for the rest of the morning; instead, he basks in his warmth.
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Written for my sick beloved, who is now feeling much better! Hope this heals a part of your heart that just wants to be held <3
“Goddammit.” Phoenix throws his case files in front of him, the papers mismatched in disarray. “This is useless.”
His office is occupied by one other individual. Miles looks over from his seat on the couch. “What’s the problem?”
“I can’t seem to find a motive for the culprit,” Phoenix says. He rubs his forehead and leans back in his chair. “I don’t even know where to look.”
Miles places his work down, in a much orderly fashion than his own. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Solve this case,” he says. Then waves him off. “No, no, I just need—I don’t know.” He stares down at his hands. “Maybe a bit of encouragement? That might help?”
Miles stares at him and Phoenix flushes under his gaze. He’s not used to this new…thing, where he asks for what he wants. It’s something Maya recommended and—well. He’s always been a bit more reserved on the whole receiving than giving.
“Very well.” Miles nods and straightens up. Phoenix braces himself for the punch. “You are one of the brightest defense attorneys I’ve ever met. I spend half my time figuring out how to thwart you and the other half examining ways of how to think like you. If there is an issue with a trial, I know I can always come to you.” He smiles, a tiny thing that makes his heart flutter. “And I hope you trust me enough to know the same sentiment is returned.”
Phoenix blushes a bright red. He sinks down into his chair, legs crumbling to the floor. “Oh, uh, yeah. That was exactly, yeah that’s nice. For sure. Ha, ha, ha, ha!”
“Are you alright?”
“I’m doing just dandy.”
Miles chuckles quietly as Phoenix continues to hide. “Apparently you’ve lost your talent for speaking as well.”
“Ehhhhhhhhh—“ Phoenix whines. “I just wasn’t expecting! That!”
“I did speak so on your request.”
“You speak fancy sometimes and I don’t know what to do.”
“You haven’t gotten used to it yet, I see.” Phoenix peeks out over his desk to witness him smirking. “Good to know.”
Inspired by @majesticanna again 💚
Story snipped follows in a reblog x)
“You shouldn’t be here.”
Phoenix tries to close the door on him. Miles sticks out his foot, and pushes the door with his weight.
He sighs. He knows he wouldn’t be able to keep the news from getting to Miles, but still, he hoped he wouldn’t find out. The disbarment is fresh, an ugly wound stifling with infection. He prefers to bleed in peace.
Phoenix turns and walks to his couch, not waiting for Miles to follow. He can’t look at him, can’t see the pity in his gaze. He slumps over as he sits down, hands to his head.
“Why did you come? To laugh at me? Chastise me for getting caught in a trap?” His voice cracks. He swallows past the lump in his throat.
“I thought you might need me.”
“I don’t.” The lie tastes heavy on his tongue. “Will you leave now?”
“No.” Miles walks closer and kneels down in front of him. “I won’t.”
“God, Miles, please–” Phoenix looks up at him. “I’m a mess right now.”
“If you intend to scare me away, it won’t work,” he says, leveling him with a harsh gaze. “I came here for you.”
“Why? I lost.” Phoenix crumbles. “I lost everything.”
“You haven’t lost me.”
“But–”
Miles takes his hand, and places it against his cheek. He holds the other one. “I worship you, Phoenix. What will it take for you to realize how I feel?”
Okay so! @majesticanna and me worked on something together! I haven't been so inspired in a long while >//<
Also! Beanix time! Story snipped will follow in a reblog, so watch out!
this is so awesome, op. Haikyuu is a MASSIVE fandom on ao3 (and so is kagehina as a ship) so I hope you’re having a fun time sorting through the tags! please let us know if you come across any good ones; I’ve been writing for kghn since 2018 so it’s amazing how you’re supporting all these fics!
Some suggestions to think of using in your search, if you continue to look through the tag chronologically, post-anime: Haikyuu Manga Spoilers (filter this one out)—especially post season 4. This is really important around end of 2019/early 2020, according to the kagehina tag in searches and my own personal experience. Manga spoilers in general, though the anime caught up to the manga around season 3 before the manga took off.
Also, I have a lot of friends in the kagehina fandom, so let me know if I can help you in your search. There’s a lot of non canon compliant/AUs out there so :) I hope you enjoy what our fandom has to offer. Welcome!
When you immediately fall inlove with a pairing but the show is from 10 years ago and you don't wanna get spoil so you gotta start from the oldest fanfics and work your way up cause you you can't risk it and it is an experience. Just like all the little choices people made and how the fandom evolve its like seeing an ant colony building up there fandom from above all these little experiences it's so fun.
notice me, (vice) captain
+ kagehina fic
+ 2.6k
+ teen and up
+ canon compliant, love confessions
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Shouyou has a problem. A problem in the form of Kageyama assuming the vice captain role of the Karasuno Boys’ Volleyball Team.
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link to fic
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full promo for my treat fic, now that the exchange is over. hope you enjoy!
after years of slow persuasion I’ve finally got into haikyuu. sorry I’m late!
a happy new year from kageyama and hinata 🎉
Heyooo I'm still alive!
Happy New Year everyone 🥰✨🎉🎉
Here is some fluffy Kagehina for the new year.💙
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kagehina fic
Shouyou’s grin widens. But then, he frowns. “I feel bad for Tanaka-san. I don’t think I’d be a good boyfriend.” He tilts his head. “But it would be nice to date someone I liked.”
“Is there.” Kageyama clenches his hands on the railing. “Is there someone you like?”
“I don’t know.” He runs through the possibilities as he talks. “I’ve never considered it. The only person I’m interested in is you.”
A beat of silence passes. And then, Shouyou’s words catch up to him and the whole day of confusion, of the confession, of his obsession with Kageyama hits him full force.
He groans and sinks to the ground. Grabbing his knees, he curls into a ball. “Is there anyway you can forget what I just said?”
Kageyama sits down far more gracefully. He pats Shouyou on his shoulder. “No.”
Shouyou whines. “I was just—it’s admiration or yeah, let’s go with that but um, well. Please?”
“You like me.”
“I don’t know! Maybe! Probably!?” Shouyou muffles his voice with his palms. “Doesn’t that bother you?!”
Kageyama continues to rub his back. “No.”
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From a recent fic I wrote! Probably my favorite confession scene I’ve written in a while.
Everyone in our server knows it’s me so I’ve been given permission to post this a day early 😂
if you like the fic excerpt, full fic is here.
It's bratfeen time and I love them
hiya! anna or shou. 24. majesticanna on ao3.
current rots:
kagehina
narumitsu
various fandoms that grip me from time to time
I’m a fic writer! Thanks for reading my work.
“Next year, we’ll celebrate together… from the top.”
“From the top.”
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Good Omens (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Good Omens Season 2, Spoilers, The Second Coming (Good Omens), Post-Canon, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary:
After everything–after the Second Coming fails, after the world halts its descent into oblivion, after the winds calm and the tides recede and the sun sets on a perfectly average day–at the beginning of the after, Crowley sits in a garden.
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Crowley and Aziraphale talk.
a thought on the final scenes of s2 aziracrow: Aziraphale and Crowley’s parting happened because of their clash in beliefs.
Give support to any theories you want, but I put much more stock in the themes we’ve seen play out in the narrative. Especially wherein we talk of control.
For example, Metatron’s entrance in the episode, before his walk to the bookshop. He asks Nina if anyone chooses death, but no, people are too predictable like that. If given an option between two skewed outcomes, someone will choose the one that appears to benefit them more. They might see the various strings tied on but they can also choose to ignore them.
It’s certainly true for Aziraphale. For 6,000 years, he has led a life of looking at the bright side, of witnessing the good that Heaven can do, of grappling with the contentions he has witnessed in Heaven’s will—but also, still wanting, so desperately, to have done the ‘right thing.’ Metatron knows this, and he knows how much Aziraphale cares for Crowley—he doesn’t want to return to Heaven until he’s promised the power to bring Crowley with him. He’s given his deepest wishes, to return back to Before the Beginning, but this time ‘even better.’
It is Aziraphale’s desperation and optimism that hurts Crowley so much.
A major plot point this season is Crowley’s conflict with Gabriel and Heaven. He can’t forgive them for what he witnessed as Aziraphale, how they could so callously decide to end the existence of the only sentient being who Crowley trusts.
But remember. Crowley knows the flaws of Heaven the most intimately. He sees it from the outside: the box of limited control Aziraphale tries to fit his actions into, the power grabs and the higher Angels who wish to ‘win,’ the carnage he knows could end the world once more, this time with no escape button.
For a realm meant to be ‘good,’ Crowley knows that questioning God’s authority brought him to Hell. The ‘balance’ has always been skewed because he never truly believed that Heaven or Hell was right. Or at least, he’s has many more years to acknowledge this fact. He mostly tried to do what he could live with, and eventually, what would help Aziraphale.
Aziraphale put his faith in Heaven, believing they could grant his wish of a good, full existence with Crowley.
Crowley put his faith in Aziraphale.
The thing is, neither of them are right. Crowley loves the world, but he wants to run, scared of what he might witness in its destruction. Aziraphale wants to stay and solve the problems of Heaven with his new power. They’ve reached an impasse, a blockage brought by their experiences and their perspective.
Funny how two beings who helped craft humanity became the victims of their own flaws.
it was amazing. I am sufficiently changed. Thank u gay entities.
i can’t wait for the angst and brainrot I’m about to indulge in, it’s gonna drive me to a new level of obsession…. I just know it
(watching good omens for the first time, currently on season 2)
i can’t wait for the angst and brainrot I’m about to indulge in, it’s gonna drive me to a new level of obsession…. I just know it
(watching good omens for the first time, currently on season 2)
girlies walking home to surprise qifrey with a cat they found along the street and beg him that they should keep it
they are my skrunklies
I am still figuring tumblr out and it’s been <checks notes> a few years. Wish me luck on this attempt 😭✌️
art collab I did with @/hellertears on twitter!
such a beautiful drawing, I’m so happy with how it came out and their amazing work😭
Kagehina, 3rd year
It took so long for Shouyou to realize he loved Kageyama Tobio. So natural, the feelings that shifted from friendship to romantic, he couldn’t pinpoint an exact moment when he fell into the warmth of his affections.
He questions if he should say something.
Before a practice match, Shouyou sips from his water bottle. Yamaguchi is talking with Yachi and Tsukishima as they discuss tactics for the match.
Tobio sits in the corner, filing his nails.
Shouyou walks over and leans against the wall next to him.
“Bakageyama,” Shouyou says. He scuffs a foot against the wooden floor. “Are you ready?”
Tobio raises an eyebrow as he moves the file to his pinky. “For the match? Sure.”
“Seijoh has always been a fun team to play against.” Shouyou scans the room of the volleyball nets arranged by the younger teammates. He wonders how many of them will see practice time.
“Yeah,” Tobio says. “Oikawa texted me earlier saying his kouhai would kick our asses.”
A flicker of jealousy rests in his stomach. He’s not sure why but maybe it’s because of how pretty, interesting, and skilled Oikawa is. And how his banter with Tobio keeps replaying in Shouyou’s head.
Shouyou shrugs it off with a laugh. “I hope they bring their best.”
“They will,” Tobio says, confidence lacing his tone. “Volleyball is fun.”
Shouyou snickers. “Yeah, it is.”
Yachi walks by, furiously scribbling on a clipboard. Shouyou should ask her for updated stats after the match.
Tobio places his file down and away in his travel case, and then into his bag. Shouyou watches him. His hands are so big. Shouyou wonders—
He reaches out his hand before he realizes what he’s done. Tobio looks up, eyes wide as Shouyou traces a vein near his knuckles.
Entranced, Shouyou asks: “Do you regret coming to Karasuno?”
“No.” Tobio stares at Shouyou’s slow tracing of his hand.
“Why not?”
“We built a strong team. Been to nationals.” He inhales. “I made friends.”
The beginning of the question stings Shouyou’s tongue.
“Do you like being friends? With me?”
Tobio swallows. “Yes.”
Shouyou smiles. “Good.” He took the easier route but this was progress. He didn’t have to ask him right now. When he was ready, he’d know.
Shouyou stays there, touching Tobio’s fingers, his knuckles, the back of his hand. They don’t say much until Yamaguchi and Coach call them to stand.
The lingering heat rests nicely in Shouyou’s heart. Nice, smooth, and natural. It’s how his feelings grew, how he’d eventually ask his question.
He looks to Tobio and smiles. A blush crosses Tobio’s face and he looks away.
Yes, he decides. He would romance Tobio. In all the ways the boy deserved.
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Still figuring out tumblr even having this blog for a few years. Might expand to a longer fic later!