Hinata Shouyou Is The Light Of My Life

I NEVER KNEW HOW BADLY I NEEDED HAIKYUU!! RULE 63 UNTIL I DREW ONE. and I should be working, working on important stuff

but there was no escape, my hand was drawing uncontrollably 

also a little bonus with managers which I was too tired to finish:

I reference my other royal au in here as well! Bravo if you get it!! (which I still need to finish but I’ll get around to- oops!)

June 18, 1879

Tsukishima Kei liked to start off his mornings with a warm mug of imported tea and a nice book on the balcony. It became a ritual of his that the rest of the palace knew well enough not to disrupt. The maids, the cooks, even his own parents, were wary about walking in on the prince before he had time to stabilize himself. Although, this very morning, the flow of his routine was dammed off.

Kei barely had time to poke his head out from underneath his sheets before the grand doors of his bedroom were pushed back. He wasn’t fully awake enough yet to even scowl at the intrusion, yet he buried his head back under the sheets to retaliate. Mere seconds later, they were whipped away from his head in what seemed like worry and panic. He was awake enough to scowl, now, rolling around and shooting a glare up at the maid who dare awake him.

“What.” Was all he managed to hiss, grabbing the sheets and cocooning himself again.

“Your father ushered me to retrieve you. It’s urgent, your highness.” The maid stammered out quickly, her foot tapping against the hardwood of his floor out of impatience.

“He can wait another hour. Tell him “your highness” couldn’t care less.”

He smiled sardonically up at the maid before flipping over to his other side, finding refuge in between his pillows. He heard the maid sigh and stomp over to the other side of his room, and promptly yank open his blinds.

“I’m not here to play games, your highness. Please, if your father says it’s urgent, it must be urgent.”

“Have you met the buffoon?” Kei yawned, barely sparing the maid another glance. “It’s probably to discuss how the ball went last week. Or what theme his idiotic dinner party should be this Sunday. If it’s so urgent, tell him to get me himself.”

Kei heard the maid growl as she stomped out of his room, slamming the doors behind him. They really should get more polite maids in this palace, Kei thought, sitting up in his bed and ruffling his hair. He slapped around his nightstand for his glasses, fumbling around with them for a bit before raising them up to his shirt to wipe off. Before he had any time to put them over his eyes, his door slammed open again. Kei groaned, slipping on his glasses as angrily as one could slip on glasses, and turned towards the door. His father stood in the entry, with his mother close behind, not saying anything until Kei muttered an agitated, “what?” for the second time that morning.

His father cleared his throat, making his intrusion inside of Kei’s room and standing at the foot of his bed. The King was not a stern man, and never had been. The locals sometimes called him a loon, a man so completely out of his mind that he sometimes forgot that he had an army out on the battlefront. Nevertheless, he was respected, and Kei never really knew why. Perhaps it was because of his mother, The Queen, logical and prolific, who kept him in line with every decision he made. She stood in place at the doorway, she never liked to invade his privacy.

“Get dressed and meet us in the dining hall in a quarter of an hour.” For the first time in Kei’s life, he had heard his father’s voice come out in a serious manner, rather than a lighthearted, teasing tone. He cocked his head and took a double take at his father’s face, looking for telltale signs of eyebrows twitching or forehead scrunching to give away that his sternness was just a petty joke, but Kei couldn’t find any.

“If it’s such an urgent ordeal why not tell me now?”

“It’s indecent to discuss in pyjamas.” The king finally broke the scowl on his face with a fake smile, and clapped his hands together. “If you aren’t down by the time I expect you, I have no choice but to send the knights up to retrieve you. Are we clear?”

“Yes father.”

The king turned on his heel and walked towards the door. The queen caught Kei’s eye and shot him a sympathetic smile, before tugging the door closed once the king passed through. Kei sat in place until he heard the doors knock together, and he must’ve been holding his breath, because all at once he let out a deep exhale. He flopped back down towards the pillows on his bed, just missing hitting his head against the headboard. He rolled around a bit, not wanting to get up but not quite wanting to fall back asleep either. He hated to be grouchy like this, but he wondered if he would get his cup of earl grey when he met up with his father. He lay there and thought about the situation for a couple more minutes, his mind running through every possible scenario he could run into. “Your brother was killed by his wife’s younger brother”, was a likely possibility. Yet, so were, “I was thinking about setting up my next dinner party to look like The Last Supper” and “I think my next portrait should be in violet, no?” The man was an enigma, and not in the positive way.

He finally came to the realization that being a mopey young adult wouldn’t bring him any appeasement from his father. So he lugged himself up, threw on whatever outfit was laying across his dresser, and trekked down toward the dining hall. He figured he must’ve looked like a wreck, because on of the maids shot him a wry smile. He was usually one to care about his image, but today, he couldn’t care less. He was doing everything out of spite.

Once in the dining hall, his father gave him the same wary, disappointed glare the maids had. If he wasn’t allowed to talk back to his father, he might as well aggravate him in other ways. Though he considered himself to be proper and mature, he wasn’t proper enough to just appease the old man.

“Do you have any idea why there’s such an urgency?” His father asked. The room was dead silent, despite for the cacophony of crow calls coming from the gardens. Kei wasn’t really paying attention to what his father said, nor would he, further on. He wasn’t one for the whole royals scene, it was so pretentious, everybody two faced like a deck of cards. They would kill for power and marry for it too- it was all so confusing to him. Kei, though it wasn’t very accepted, was more into science. Twenty years prior did Charles Darwin from England publish his book on the theory of evolution, and though he technically wasn’t allowed to have it in his possession, he hid it behind all the religious texts and manuscripts in his library. Skeletons of giant lizards that roamed the earth millions of years ago were being dug up across the Atlantic and past the Mediterranean, relics of the peoples of humanity’s past dug up from the deserts in Ethiopia, and, through all the things Kei didn’t understand about royalty, it was why nobody else in his palace found any of it interesting. Was he insane? How could they think that something so present and real was merely just works of fiction? Kei recalled a museum up in England adopting some of the reptilian bones into their exhibit, and Kei figured that if he ever became King, he would do that one day as well. Start up science museums to compete against the arts in city center. His father best be dead by then, though.

“Did Akiteru die?” Kei responded to his father’s question with another half-assed one. He was picking at his nails.

“What?”

“I asked if Akiteru died.”

“Why the hell would Akiteru be dead?” His father roared, and Kei scrunched his face up in disgust.

“I dunno. Seems like the only thing that seems plausible if you’re so serious.”

“No, I-” The king groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s about you.”

Kei remained silent, watching his father with bored eyes. All he could think about was the crows outside and his tea.

“You’re coming to the age where we believe you need to have a partner.” At this, Kei’s heart absolutely plummeted, tired eyes were blown wide, every cell of his skin left tingling in complete and utter shock. His father was saying things to him but he couldn’t hear them, his ears were ringing so loud that he couldn’t even hear himself think, but the blood rushing through his ears was very much avid. There was no way that his father was being serious about this. His father was midway through a sentence before Kei cleared his throat and more or less yelled- “I’m only sixteen!”

“Which is exactly why we’ve found you a nice woman to marry!” His father roared back. He watched his mother flinch. “She’s from the neighboring country, she’s sixteen, just like you. Not only will this be good for you, go out and learn to talk to other people your age, but it’ll be good for the politics of this nation. When people find out that our countries are merging the economy-”

Kei zoned back out again. His father was marrying him off so he could make more money off of trade? He lived in a gold plated castle, the people of the village were wealthy, employment was high, merchants were everywhere, what more did the man need? Kei felt himself tear up, though he wouldn’t admit it, and shot his mother one helpless look. The one she gave him mirrored his, this whole situation was out of his hands.

“Akiteru got to choose who he wed.” He said, sternly.

“That’s because he had a social life, he went out and found himself somebody to wed.”

“But that still isn’t fair!” Kei got up and slammed the chair into the table. It was like he was being possessed. It was very uncharacteristic for him to get angry, but Kei liked being alone, especially at a time like this, when he was still learning and developing. Though he wouldn’t consider himself to be one, he was still a child. He bit his lip and ultimately slammed the chair to the floor, one of its legs snapping.

“You can pay for that with the money you get from the economic boost!” He turned around and walked away, and shot a death glare at the maid hiding behind the crook in the wall. He went back up to is chambers and, as dramatically as one could shut French doors, he did. He grabbed a record off his bookshelf, placed it on the player, and let it play so loud that it forced its way past the incessant ringing of his ears. That was another thing Kei enjoyed that his father didn’t- music. Music and science, that was the only closure Kei needed in his life. Not some stupid girl from some stupid kingdom who would increase the rates of the old man’s gluttony. He could only imagine what she was like- his future partner. He doubted he would every love her, she was probably some ditsy little thing, hair done to the gods and her linens eye catching- which probably got his father’s attention in the first place. She was probably thrilled for a wedding, her fairy tale ending, he would hate to break this stupid girls heart; but that’s just what had to happen.

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July 18, 1879

The day finally came for Kei to finally met his “bride to be.” It was exactly a month later from when Kei first received the news, and ever since then, his life has been a miserable, expectation reaching goal. He was expected to woo her parents, charm her, and be a good model for his parents teachings as well. It was all bullshit. He heard that the kingdom just south of his had broken a rule of thousands of years. The King and Queen let their daughter, the princess, be wed to some commoner, the local cryptid, as well. If they were as modern minded as to let their daughter do that, why wouldn’t his parents at least let him choose which princess or duchess he would like to be with?

He sat at the garden tables with his hands folded in his lap. His parents stood behind him, and across from him, another cast iron chair sat. His parents were going to leave him alone with her whilst the monarchs went off to chat about political business, he supposed. Was his father really expecting him to fall in love with somebody, in theory, so immature? He sincerely hoped that she hated him, and cried about it, so the whole marriage would be cast off. He had went to bed rather late last night, and according to his mother, taking three shots of espresso before a meeting was not proper, so his bitter stature was dialed up.

As if one some sort of miraculous cue, the gates to the gardens opened up, revealing two monarchs and, to Kei’s surprise, no princess. He had set high hopes that there was none at all. Though, his hopes and dreams died when the king and queen separated to reveal a girl standing behind them, her arms crossed, one of her eyebrows cocked. Her father looked behind himself to gaze at her, and almost magically her arms unfolded and her smirk was replaced with what Kei could only describe as an angelic smile. Good, she clearly didn’t want to be here, either. At least they had that in common. Though, when her father turned back around and went to greet his, the princess turned to her mother and hissed something in her native language, her mother merely shaking her head and replying the calmest she could. Oh, god, the girl was pissed.

Her father guided her to sit across from Kei, and she refused to look at him at first, before her mother ran a knuckle across her spine that made her shoot straight up.

“Acquaint yourselves, you two.” Kei’s father hummed, pretentious as always, as the four adults walk mock triumphantly back into the palace.

“Fist off, may I say, you don’t mind me talking this dress off, do you?” She said bluntly, placing both elbows on the table and resting her head upon her hands.

“Your dress? Are you mad, woman?”

“Not my entire dress! Just the unnecessary skirting material. It’s bullshit!” She whispered the last part but cringed a bit when Kei cocked his eyebrow up at her. “Oops, I forgot, I’m a lady.”

Regardless, she stood up to shimmy out of two petticoats and some tulle, and took a moment to release the windings of her corset. Kei almost found himself laughing. Who in the world did this girl think she was, some kind of circus? Perhaps she was making herself undesirable like he intended on doing, which wasn’t quite working, in her favor. This rendezvous oughta be entertaining, the thought.

She sat down again, petticoats and all on the floor,and she smiled up at him.

“Hi, I’m __ __, the pleasure is mine.”

“Oh, is it, princess?” Kei smirked. “Kei Tsukishima.”

“Lovely.” She fake smiled. “You don’t seem like much of a charmer, bless you. Most of the princes my parents set me up with are too prim, or proper, or way too uptight about morals. They would’ve called the pope if I dared touch the binds of my corset. That was the first test, and you passed, so thank you, for that.” Kei allowed himself to chuckle, at this.

“I take it you don’t want to be here either?”

“Cripes, no.” She shook her head, her curled hair bouncing with her. “My parents don’t let me do my hair for myself but expect me to get married. How foolish.”

“I agree. Though, your country is really wealthy and that’s all my father tends to care about-”

“Same for mine-”

“And I don’t think he’s going to let this go.” Kei bit the inside of his cheek, then rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, Father’s been sweet talking about your’s more than he has about you. I didn’t even know your name before I got here.”

“Neither did I.”

“Cripes.”

They sat in silence for a moment, __ not knowing what to say, and Kei really having nothing to say at all. The tingling feeling of his skin was coming back. He was nervous.

He was nervous because she wasn’t what he had expected. He had a plan set out and everything. He was going to ignore her if she flaunted her dress, ignored her small talk conversation. Tell her he’s seen prettier in Charles Darwin’s book on evolution, and he was talking about the tortoises. His plan had backfired, she drew the cards in this game. She threw half her outfit off and spread her legs and crossed her arms and, oh god, she picked at her nails too. Kei would rather die than admit that she had the upper hand at this obvious provocation game, but he wouldn’t. He didn’t dare.

“You shouldn’t have undone that corset- you might as well use looks to mask that ugly personality of yours.” He uttered, but he only heard her chuckling.

“It’s a surprise your parents made us gather out here- with how pale your skin is. I’m surprised you haven’t melted in the sun yet. This isn’t Romania, you know? Did you catch the wrong train back to Transylvania?” She shot back, refusing to make eye contact, rather plucking a rose off the bush and plucking off its thorns.

“Mm. At least I could do some damage as a vampire. The prince of Norway called, he’s missing his favorite troll. Won’t you go back to him?”

“First of all, the prince of Norway is a wang.” She laughed. “And second, make fun of my height when you don’t look like a Roman pillar.”

“Where I’m from, the taller you are, the more powerful you are. Doesn’t seem to be the case where you come from.”

“Oh, please. I could prove Darwin’s theory of evolution wrong right here, right now.” Kei twitched at this, refusing to say anything, and beckoning her gaze. She looked up at him and smirked. “It clearly cannot be correct, because look at you. You look like a hominid from one million b.c.e. There’s no way I came from the likes of you.”

Kei didn’t expect this, and he didn’t expect himself to laugh at her joke, but he did. He had to cover his face with his hands because between the heat of the sun and his embarrassment, his face was growing red. She smirked with satisfaction. He wiped at his eyes and wiped the smile off his face with it, then cleared his throat.

“I appreciate that.” he nodded. “I wasn’t aware that you were interested in science.”

“Well,” She shrugged, her eyes advertising. “There’s not much I know, but out of the things I do know, I hold them rather close. My father won’t allow me to purchase any scientific texts.”

“Just hide them behind the other books.”

“What?”

“Make space behind the bookshelf to hide them there. I’ve had maids smuggle in all of mine.” Kei shrugged. She finally looked up at him, straight in the eye, and he noticed that they were so full of something spectacular, it made his heart lurch.

“Are you serious?”

“How many times do I have to repeat it? Just when I thought you were actually and intellectual human being you-”

“Can you show me?” She asked, suddenly, her face turning red as well. “I mean, only if you’re okay with that, that is.”

“I would have to tell my parents that we’re going to see my novel collection, then read on my balcony- if you’re able to tolerate that utter shit.”

“I will for Darwin.” She shrugged, standing up and picking up her petticoats. She contemplated them for a moment, just staring at them, the with one leap, threw them over the rose bush.

Haikyuu magic!au

Kuroo: We’re like the blood in our veins. We must flow without stopping. Keep the oxygen moving and your mind working. Hinata: Listen to this guy. He thinks this nonsensical speech will save his team. Yeah right. We’ve got plot armour on our side.

Bokuto: I feel like somewhere thousands of people are screaming knowing that I’m watching this game Akaashi: You’re imagining it

Kenma: haha wow look it’s shouyou ok cool anyway time to just play volleyball or something i dont even care haha god his eyes are pretty i hate this sport his hair is so soft Hinata: Are you ok Kenma Kenma: I’m dying shouyou

Noya: Long time no see, Morisuke Yaku: I hope you’ve been getting better and better in the last few months, Yuu Noya: You bet I have. And I’ll be real disappointed if you didn’t do the same Yaku: Oh you know I’ve gotten a hundred times better. I’m almost at your level now Noya: No, I’m almost at your level now Yaku: I’m gonna catch up to you! Lev: Just fuck already

Oikawa: I feel like somewhere thousands of people are screaming knowing that I’m watching this game Iwaizumi: You’re imagining it

Kuroo: God Tsukishima looks so sexy when he blocks Yamaguchi: WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY ABOUT TSUKKI!? Kuroo: I said Tsukishima looks…. stretchy? Yamaguchi: I’m watching you

Lev: Oh hey would you look at that now I’m 6'5 Yaku: Stop growing you slut Lev: Oh gee look at that I’m 6'6 now Yaku: No one man deserves this much leg Lev: I can’t believe the match is over and I’m 6'9

Tendou: I feel like somewhere thousands of people are screaming knowing that I’m watching this game Ushijima: You’re imagining it

Daichi: Where are the 2nd years? Noya: Tanaka and I are right here Daichi: No the other ones Tanaka: What other second years? Noya: Daichi are you imagining students again

Announcer: aaaaaand Yamaguchi fucks up again but by god do we still love him

Of course you may! Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy!

[REQUESTS: OPEN]

Tsukishima Kei

Considering how guarded Tsukishima is, it’ll probably take him a while to even admit to himself that he has feelings, let alone to you

However, after a while he gets really annoyed by the boundaries that come with friendship

It takes a lot for him to come out with it because deep down - although he’ll never admit it - he’s terrified that you’ll reject him

He’ll most likely confess to you after really getting to know you, he’s not going to bother emotionally investing himself in someone he barely knows

This will likely take some time and dedication on your part, strong emotional bonds don’t just form over night, but you’ll find it worth while when he actually opens up to you because he really doesn’t open up to people

When he realizes that you aren’t just a friend to him and the love he feels isn’t strictly platonic it’s going take some time for him to come to terms with it (as I’ve already stated)

He’ll take calculated risks and be really bold without it seeming obvious and then watch your face to see how you react to higher levels of intimacy with him (oh jeez that sounds really dirty but I promise it’s not)

What he’s doing is completely obvious to others though, as he usually goes out of his way not to touch people (we’ve seen how hard he tried not to shake Hinata’s hand after losing to him and Kageyama - although ultimately failing lol - as well as his facial expression when noya gives him a good slap on the shoulder) It’s not like him to be so careless that he often does things like brush up against you or put his hand on your shoulder to gain your attention

Once he gets the whatever confirmation he needs from you, he’ll muster up his confidence and ask you out on a date so he can test the waters

He probably won’t make it blatantly obvious that it’s a date though, you’ll have to put two and two together on your own

If the date goes well and conversation flows easily, then he’ll ask you out more, taking little steps towards a relationship

Definitely does the brushing of hands thing where as you’re walking, he’ll ‘accidentally’ brush your hands together as a way of asking for your hand. If you don’t get it the first time, he’ll keep doing it throughout the night until you do - he obviously won’t act like this is deliberate, his face remains as neutral as possible while also trying not to deter you from actually grabbing onto his hand

If you don’t respond to any of his efforts, he’ll most likely take it as you not being interested and he’ll back away from physical contact. He may be distant for a while, but he won’t stop talking to you all together. He still finds spending time with you enjoyable none-the-less

But if you’re able to pick up what he’s throwing down, he’ll actually confess his feelings instead of skirting around them

He tries not to show it too much, but he’s beyond happy when you accept his feelings and tell him you return them - however, he can’t contain the blush and gentle smile that makes its way onto his face

Consider yourself lucky to see this side of him, he pretty much never shows it to anyone

Once the two of you establish your relationship status, dates become a relatively often occurence

If the two of you are exhausted from the past week and don’t feel like going out and doing anything special, you’ll meet at one your houses and just relax together and make up for lost time. If it’s cold outside you’ll stay in and cuddle up to watch a movie, but if it’s a nice, summer night, the two of you will sit out on your balcony/porch/whatever you may have and enjoy the outdoors while talking and sharing a pair of earbuds (as well as a blanket to shield you from bugs).

Me:

i know i have waited forever for this day, but now, the wait is over. here is the complete Seijoh part of the new Haikyuu movie subbed in English.

I know, scream with me. 

This. I can’t believe I did this. Basically 10k, and apparently I torture myself for fun. I bled for this thing like some Grecian slave about to get whipped by his master, good god, and I’m still not happy with it, but it’s done, and it’s out. I hope you enjoy. I really, really hope you do.

The HanahakiDisease is an illness born from one-sided love, where the patient throws upand coughs of flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. The infectioncan be removed through surgery, but the feelings disappear along with thepetals.

“There have beencases where patients have died, yes.”

You can stillenvision the doctor’s face, drawn and tired as he delivered your diagnosis toyou in an empty room that smelled of man and disinfectant. The first hint you’dreceived was how the doctor had handed you your new medication with the ease ofa thousand-day’s repetition, and you knew you weren’t rare at all.

Looking none theworse for wear, you had made your way out of the flooded hospital feeling nomore important than you were when you had entered.

Having thisdisease- having any disease- madework difficult, certainly. The punctures in your skin were awkward to explainat first, but your co-workers had gotten over their steadfast suicideprevention printouts when they had accidentally opened the door to your officeone afternoon to find you keeled over and suffocating. The injection packetscarefully placed in a drawer at your desk had transformed into a lifesaver inthat instant, from its prior purpose for reminding you how damaged you are. Andafter you had taken the afternoon off to save everyone from the trauma ofhaving to make eye contact with you for the rest of the day, they hadn’tbothered you about it since.