~HxL

I’m alive! 

And I am still writing, but not for the fandoms this blog was made for anymore. I took a break for a year, realized I wasn’t writing for the right reasons, and ended up absorbed in a new fandom (which I cannot see myself leaving any time soon). 

There is a chance I’d come back from time to time and finish up old fics/requests, but for now, my attention lies elsewhere and I didn’t want to leave anyone hanging. 

There are many fics I never posted, some 40+ pages and some only a few sentences. I am not going to delete any of my writing, so if you ever see an update, that is why :) 

"Guess the Queen has fears too,” Tsukishima muttered under his breath, recalling that Kageyama had placed the name on him when they all moved in. Apparently, his logic was that if people called him the King, Hinata being his right hand had to be his queen.

Tsukishima had found it amusing at first, but now that he had gotten to know Hinata, the nickname didn’t suit him at all.

Hinata was definitely the sun watching over the King whether Kageyama admitted it or not.

Higher than anyone could ever reach yet still so warm he seemed almost attainable.

Oh my goodness ;.; This is such a kind post and wow wow I am speechless. Thank you so much for the kind words and I am not sure when this was sent, but hopefully I managed to reply in a timely manner <3 I am really glad my writing is able to make people feel warm, especially since that is one of the main reasons I began to write. If my writing can cheer anyone up even a little, I am happy to help. Thank you so much once again, anon, and feel free to message me off anon if you ever want to chat! I am more than happy to talk to you about pairings or story ideas :)

A continuation of a request from Anon as well as a piece to my bad things happen bingo board.

Hinata's been quieter lately. Kuroo's been a lot less active. Akaashi wonders if this is the end.

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There was also another pile of clothing on the couch in the living room when he went to check if anyone was there, the gesture enough to warm him somewhat.

He wasn’t alone.

A chill ran down Oikawa’s spine, hair rustling as a gust of wind hit him. When he opened his eyes, he caught sight of the waiter: once at his side now on the table kneeling in front of the stranger. His eyes practically glowing, similar to what was in his hand as his pupils constricted in all the excitement.

Or what Oikawa felt was exciting.

“ Sit. ”

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A plot bunny from like a year ago with the Oihina God in mind. I finished it as a Birthday present for Mooks, however, due to work I wasn't able to post it until now so...

“You’re blocking my view.”