#aone drabble

[ume17]

Did the air just get hotter?

It’s the way his warm, strong hands come to rest on your shoulders, bending down, giving you all his attention. It’s the way he is in your personal space, leaning in just to hear you. It’s the way the scent of his cologne fills the air. It’s the way his mop of hair is close to you–so close that you could almost reach out and touch it. It’s the way he crouches down, yet you still feel small in front of his athletic build. It’s the way, in this moment, you can only see him–nothing else.

"You were saying something?"

What? What were you saying? What just happened?

The warm air around you suddenly feels ten times hotter as you realise he’s been waiting–bending down like this for an entire minute.

"Umm– I was–I was…"

You stutter, scrambling to remember what you were going to say only for your brain to short-circuit the moment you feel a large, warm palm settle against the small of your back as he straightens to his full height.

"Take your time. I’ll wait for you."

He says, completely unaware of the damage he has caused in these past 10 minutes

-Kageyama tobio, ushijima wakatoshi, sakusa kiyoomi, iwaizumi hajime, kita shinsuke, osamu miya, kuroo??, akaashi keiji, daichi? asahi azumane, aone takanobu, shugo meian, maybee tsukishima

inspo

[cottonlemonade]

A gentle knock on the bedroom door made you look up from your book. It wasn’t new that your husband asked for permission to enter this way, and you had long stopped telling him that it wasn’t necessary, and he was always welcome in your space.

“Yes, honey?”, you called, and his head poked in.

“Darling, can we talk?”

Your heart jolted at his serious tone. Trying to not jump to any conclusions, you sat up a little with your back against the headboard, nervously smoothing out the blanket over your chubby tummy to have something to do other than panic and nodded, making him come in and sit at the foot of the bed, a notepad and pen in his hand.

His eyes flickered to the book you’d closed in your lap, “You like these stories.”

It wasn’t a question, so you quickly hummed in agreement for him to continue.

“I know that the male character is very desirable to you, and I also understand that you possibly prefer him over me, since I have been too busy to pay the right amount of attention to you lately.”

“Oh! Honey, no! That’s not-“

“Don’t worry, darling, I got your hints.”

“My… my hints?”, you asked carefully.

“You’ve been reading one of these books every one to two days now. I must have neglected you a lot. I’m sorry.”

“But you didn’t!”

He set the pen on the notepad and held your confused gaze.

“This… “shadow daddy”…”

“-where did you learn that term?”

“What does he do that I don’t?”

And with a mixture of horror and hysterical amusement you realized, he wasn’t accusatory, but waiting for an actual list.

characters: Kita, Ushijima, Kageyama, Aone, lowkey Kenma, your stoic fave

a/n: inspired by this reel and thank you to @haikyu-mp4 for the addition of “the hints” xD

[haikyu-mp4]

This devastating event struck me this morning and I wish Aone the construction worker was there to help me.

Making your way home from the grocery store, tote bag on one shoulder and the other hand holding a pack of eggs, you hummed under your breath while your phone swung from your wrist by its strap. There was lots of construction work going on in your street lately, so you kept your eyes on the streets while weaving your way back.

It’s a homemade phone strap, designed by your humble self to perfectly encapsulate who you are in every coloured bead and designated charm. However, you quickly regret not tucking your phone into your pocket instead when the cord snaps, audible only by your little gasp as you stop to watch the beads scattered all over the pavement.

First, you found the bigger ones, the charms that were very visible in the grey sand covering everything because of the construction work.

You’re pouting as you tuck everything you can find into your palm when a hand reaches forward with a couple of beads as well. Looking up abruptly, you blink at a light-haired construction worker wearing the tiniest smile, but take the beads from him nonetheless.

“Thank you!” you say, looking over the ones you had in your hand while he went back to looking for more. He looked cute like this, rolled up to be closer to the ground and letting his hands trace along the gravel looking for little beads.

The two of you silently kept looking until you had gathered most of them, finally standing up and stretching your legs. You smiled kindly when the man looked curiously at your hand holding the ones you found as if asking if those were all.

Looking over the pile again, you hummed. “I’m missing one flower, like this one.” Showing him, he seemed to nod and pulled out a smudged notepad and a pencil that seemed like it was sharpened with a rough knife.

“Write your number. I will let you know if I find it.”

Your eyes sparkled as you looked at your hero, accepting the offer and scribbling down your number, adding your name and a little heart.

“You’re my hero, thank you so much.”

“Just Aone.”

And if you come back later with two bentos to ask if he wanted to have lunch after he texted you saying he found some more for you, what of it?

masterlist

[noorpersona]

Favourite Positions: Aone

It always starts slow with Aone.

Not because he’s hesitant—no, he knows what he wants—but because he treats you like you’re something he’s afraid to break. Like you’re porcelain in his calloused hands, delicate and precious. Every movement he makes is calculated, controlled, like he’s memorizing the way your skin feels under his touch.

He looms over you, body heavy and warm, eyes so intensely focused it makes you squirm beneath him. But he doesn’t move until you nod, until you reach up and brush your fingertips along his jaw, silent permission passed between you.

Then he breathes.

Like he’s been holding it in this whole time.

His hands slide under your thighs to pull you closer, gentle but firm, fitting your hips against his like puzzle pieces that only ever made sense when pressed together. And the second he’s sheathed inside you, it’s like the entire world stills.

“You okay?” It’s the first word he’s spoken since his mouth met yours.

His voice is rougher than usual—breathless, already wrecked—and the weight of his body above you is grounding. Comforting. You nod, and he leans down to kiss your temple, your cheek, the corner of your mouth like he’s trying to calm himself down.

You can feel how tense he is. Not from discomfort, but from restraint. He could take you fast. He could chase his own release and be done in minutes. But he never does. He moves slow. Deep. His strokes drag like honey, hips rolling into yours with deliberate pressure, drawing out your pleasure with an intensity that’s overwhelming in the best way.

And all the while, he never stops looking at you.

“You’re beautiful like this,” he murmurs, so quietly you almost miss it.

It’s not like him to speak, but tonight there’s a flush high on his cheeks, a fire behind his eyes that he can’t hold back. His forehead presses to yours. His nose brushes along your cheek. His fingers find your hand and lace between them, anchoring you to him as if he's afraid you'll disappear.

“Don’t look away,” he says softly, thumb stroking over your wrist.

Like he wants to memorize the way your face twists when you moan, the way your eyes flutter when he hits that spot just right. And when your breath hitches and your legs tremble around his waist, he doesn’t pick up the pace—he slows down. Drags it out. Holds you tighter, kisses you deeper.

It’s not just sex with Aone.

It’s connection. It’s adoration. It’s devotion.

And when you finally come undone, back arching, nails clawing at his shoulders, he doesn’t let you fall apart alone. He follows seconds after, burying his face in the crook of your neck like he needs to hide the sound of his own release.

The silence that follows is warm. Safe.

He doesn’t pull away.

Just rests his weight on you, arms locked around your waist, holding you close like he never wants to let go.

“You’re okay?”

The same question again, but this time it’s softer. Sleepier.

And when you nod, tangled up in his arms, you hear the smallest, faintest exhale.

Like he’s home.

[introloves]

not aone groaning abt how ur fingers comb thru his hair while eating u out just as if he were simply lying his head in ur lap after a long day @ work........cries (🐻‍❄️)

him not even bothering to lift his head from your sticky, wet thigh while he laps at your clit over and over. lips wrapping around your clit to suck and suck, bringing his fingers to pump in and out of you so slowly it makes you feel crazy, curling them upwards when you’re finally trembling after promising him he could have you for as long as he wants, because he’s nothing if not diligent when he has you like this.

and there’s maybe a little bit of him that wishes he could have you for a little longer, maybe that’s why he’s so slow when his thick, fat fingers push in and out of you- because he could perfectly take a nap while you shakily pull and soothe his hair back against his scalp. swollen lips pulling off your equally swollen clit to huff out a hot breath to the wet mess he’s made when your fingernails comb through his hair, petting him.

he’s usually quiet- but not when the fat of your thighs are muffling the lewd wetness his mouth makes.

happy, happy, happy- and you can see it too because his face is tired from work, but his fat cock is leaky and throbbing against the bed, and yet he chooses to close his eyes and press against your hand.

[toomanygoldfish]

dog or cat?

Aone

Also the creative juice was not flowing for Goshiki, so I am going to get that out as soon as I’m not forcing myself to write it.

[purrpickle]

100 word drabble prompt from @crimsonsummerskye

I can totally imagine Mon as a football fan! Maybe a followup prompt of Mon dragging Sam to a football watch date night and getting fuzzy about how the game takes time to score with Mon explaining the rules 😂

Thanks!

*

"They still haven't scored." Sam whispers loudly.

"I know," Mon whispers back, Sam dipping her head to hear her, "But we still want to support as much as we can."

Sam considers that. "But... It's been more than a half hour?"

A rueful smile lifts Mon's lips. "Football can be like that."

"Why?"

Mon pauses. "Why?"

Sam nods. Her eyes taking in Pa Aon's excitement next to them, she turns to Mon. "Yes. Why? It seems... Boring."

Mon takes her hand. "Because managing an actual goal? And celebrating with others? It can be exciting beyond measure."

Sam studies her. "...Hmm."

[rosierin]

ʚ・ ୨୧・ ɞ hq m.list

suna ; separate from the off-season quartet series

thunderstorms and reheated prawns 

⇨ suna gets food poisoning and his little sister calls you for help

sick day 

⇨ in which suna pays you a visit when you miss out on school

one more night 

⇨ includes; lost keys, 4am McDonald’s, shooting stars and mutual pining

weak dates, roommates, and fanfiction bad takes 

⇨ suna picks you up after a disappointing date and on the way back home you engage in a riveting conversation about fanfiction.

happily ever after 

⇨ you’re put in charge of babysitting suna’s little sister but your period pains cut your evening short. instead, suna lulls you both to sleep by reading you a story as you cosy up in bed

atsumu ; separate from the off-season quartet series

mischief & manner 

⇨ kitsune au. whimsical, fun, innocent, adventure, coming of age

close quarters

⇨ “and there was only one bed”

“mildly inebriated” 

⇨ in which a drunken atsumu shares his thoughts about reader and suna’s past relationship

colors (mix of short imagines)

⇨ an ode to my fav hq boys

(not) him

⇨ a continuation of my suna self ship in which reader realises she’s no longer in love with atsumu but his friend, suna

osamu ; separate from the off-season quartet series

mischief & manner 

⇨ kitsune au. whimsical, fun, innocent, adventure, coming of age

one hell of a cook

⇨ osamu participates in an onigiri-making competition for charity and meets a chaotic cook who he finds oddly endearing despite their lack of culinary skill

other ;

scording a date (is harder than scoring a point) | kageyama tobio

⇨ kageyama’s shy attempt at confessing his feelings to you. feat wingman hinata and the karasuno hype squad

shinsuke de hyōgo | kita shinsuke

⇨ kita is poor with words and his s/o is left underwhelmed by his confession. who does he turn to for advice? the miyas of course! what could possibly go wrong?

studying with you | tsukishima kei

⇨ studying with tsukishima involves lots of eye rolling, backhanded comments and just a hint of attraction

moments like these | nishinoya yuu

⇨ childhood friends to lovers drabble. starring a mediocre football game, a not-so-accident accident and piggybacks

headcanons ;

what they buy you for christmas

⇨ ft.daichi, sugawara, asahi, nishinoya, tanaka, kageyama, hinata, tsukishima, yamaguchi

what they buy you for christmas (part 2)

⇨ ft. oikawa, iwa, mattsun, makki, kyotani, kunimi

what they buy you for christmas (part 3)

⇨ ft. kuroo, kenma, lev, bokuto, akaashi

what they buy you for christmas (part 4)

⇨ ft. ushijima, tendou, semi, atsumu, osamu, suna, aran, terushima, aone

what they smell like

⇨ ft. hinata, kageyama, tsukishima, yamaguchi, tanaka, nishinoya, daichi, suga, asahi, oikawa, iwaizumi, kyotani, atsumu, osamu, kita, suna, bokuto, akaashi, kuroo, kenma, lev, ushijima, tendou

who their favourite disney princesses are

⇨ ft. akaashi, suna, daichi, asahi, tendou, yams, tsukki, kuroo, ushijima, tanaka, iwaizumi

who their favourite disney princesses are (part 2)

⇨ ft. kageyama, kita, oikawa, osamu, nishinoya, kenma, suga, bokuto, atsumu

haikyuu boys as big brothers

⇨ ft. many

haikyuu boys as big brothers (part 2)

⇨ ft. many

what the haikyuu boys wear

⇨ ft. twins, suna, sakusa

what the haikyuu boys wear (part 2)

⇨ ft. oikawa, iwaizumi, kageyama, hinata

what the haikyuu boys wear (part 3)

⇨ ft. kuroo, kenma, bokuto, akaashi

what the haikyuu boys wear (part 4)

⇨ ft. tanaka, nishinoya, tsukki, yamaguchi

random things guys do that are attractive

⇨ ft. many

oddly specific haikyuu headcanons

⇨ ft. atsumu

oddly specific haikyuu headcanons

⇨ ft. suna

being friends w/ the haikyuu boys includes;

⇨ ft. the seijoh 3rd years, the twins + suna, the karasuno 3rd years, tendou (with a hint of ushijima), nishinoya and tanaka, the terushima squad

haikyuu x squid game: who survives?

⇨ ft. 47 characters, so pretty much the whole cast

[hatsukeii]

Today I'm thinking about...haikyuu + other anime characters who think you're just a little too sweet for them.

warning(s): nothing LOL you're safe with me again today!!

To them, life should be lived silently, like slipping between cracks that emerge amidst the lives of others. Their presence is fleeting, manifesting as a helping hand in a crowded hallway that is never seen again, a coffee order that is forgotten after the next few customers, a glossary that is skimmed through once, then never looked at a second time. A presence that you know for certain was here once before, but have nothing to show for it. When you grace their life for the first time, maybe in a library, or a bakery, perhaps a coffee shop, it is as fleeting as a comet that zips across a night sky, your presence escaping from between the seams of their own life the way they do to others. A glance shared between the gaps of leathery bookends, the dropping of change in their hand, the calling out of their name for their black coffee order. He finds eternity in the gleam of your irises, the clink of coins as they fall from your hand, the sugar that leaks from their name in your mouth. You find solace in the darkness of their tired eyes, the wrinkles and calluses in the palm that collects change, the grainy, sultry earth that echoes in their thank yous. They return to the libraries, and bakeries, and coffee shops day after day, hoping to bask in the sweetness of whatever you do and say again, mellowing out pools of black caffeine with mugs of syrup and milk, neat whiskey with crisp ice, balancing the earthy, soiled ground with a star-studded night sky. They change their order from an Americano to your recommended latte, smile at you from the opening created between books on a shelf, treat themselves to a small cake once every so often along with their usual purchase of plain bread. And when you finally chat them up one day, a wink flashing across your face as you slide your number to them on a doodled-over sticky-note across the counter, or thread it through hardbacks on a shelf, or palm their hand sneakily as you hand them change, their presence becomes an engraving on the spine of a book, a coffee stain in a worn out mug, the lingering decadence of mousse and cake that dances on their tongue, impatient for the next taste. They are a bitter canister of brewed tea, a hollow body and soul worn down by the trials of life. You are a shot of espresso in the afternoon sun, golden daylight peeking through half-lidded blinds, honey in your veins and prosperous life in your eyes. Perhaps your sweetness could accomodate for two.

Characters: Kageyama Tobio, Tsukishima Kei, Kenma Kozume, Iwaizumi Hajime, Aone Takanobu, Akaashi Keiji, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Shirabu Kenjiro, Osamu Miya, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Maki Zenin, Yuuta Okkotsu but specifically after training in Africa and coming back to Shibuya, Megumi Fushiguro, Aki Hayakawa, Kishibe, Shouta Aizawa, Hitoshi Shinso, Shouto Todoroki, Tomura Shigaraki

author's note:

be honest chat do i post like a scary amount and does it get annoying </3 i have too many ideas when i should be studying for externals in two months but i DON'T CARE i need to rest for like the next week after that trials period

i had hozier's too sweet in mind with this one and i initially wanted to do like just nanami but UGH too many characters work with this i can't DO ITTTTT so i made it a general drabble EE

anyways tags!!

@chuuya-brainrot @starlysama @catsoupki @fiannee @bailey-reeds @akaakeis @hiraethwa

ok bye bye until the next one which will be soon LMFAO love u all

[ctrlkenma]

hi babies, to preface;

one of the girls will span over the summer so updates will be irregular since the chapters are really long, but there will be about 20+

smaus will continue as they are, in this order

aone

sakusa

lev

iwaizumi

(+ boyf headcannons, prompts in smaus!)

oneshots in this order!

kageyama tobio (smut)

gojo satoru (smut)

kenma kozume (smut drabble)

tsukishima kei (smut)

i have tons lined up but just 3 cies left! pray for me please <3 i will also be making a proper masterlist and starting the series as soon as it's masterlist hits the number of notes I'm aiming for so reach is better!

xox, nia ☆

[cottonlemonade]

Futakuchi leaned over his phone to check the recipe for the fifth time this minute while hovering the cutting board with chicken above the simmering pasta pot.

He cursed when the screen went dark as he tried to reread the instructions.

“Here, let me.” The large broad figure of Aone came up behind him and picked up the phone from the counter.

After a few taps to unlock it, he read out loud, “Add the chicken to a skillet with heated olive oil. Did you add olive oil?”

“Damn it.”, Futakuchi muttered, and balancing the cutting board in the air (instead of putting it down), he grabbed the closed bottle of oil and tried to unscrew it. Aone watched him wrestle for exactly five seconds before he reached out to help him.

“Thanks, big guy.”

Aone nodded and resumed his position out of the way behind him, leaning against the fridge.

Before Futakuchi began to pour he paused and looked to his friend for guidance. “How much?”

“One tablespoon.”

The brunette pouted when he realized he didn’t have a third hand to grab a spoon from the drawer. Once again, Aone came to help.

If you’d seen him struggle in your kitchen you would have laughed and gently shooed him away. And he would have wrapped his arms around you from behind, squishing your soft, chubby tummy and kissed your temple to make up for his ineptness in cooking. Warmth spread in his body at the thought. He felt a little ridiculous for missing you while you were at work.

“Medium-high heat for six to eight minutes.”

Before he could even ask, Aone turned the knob on the oven accordingly. Soon the chicken sizzled in the pan and Futakuchi let out a deep sigh like this was the hardest thing he ever had to do.

“Why did you choose a recipe you’ve never made before?”, Aone asked, genuinely curious.

“Because it’s called Marry Me Pasta and…”, Futakuchi glanced over at the little velvet box sitting next to a bottle of wine on the decorated dinner table, “I’m not taking any chances.”

[noorpersona]

HIII can i request something abour Aone and Kunimi! Id love to see how you woukd write about them!

Oooh I can definitely do that heheh Thank you for your ask!! --

Aone was used to people avoiding him.

It wasn’t personal—at least, he didn’t think it was. He knew what he looked like. Tall, broad-shouldered, his expression unreadable even when he tried to seem approachable. And, of course, there was the fact that he had no eyebrows, which only seemed to add to the whole 'intimidating presence' thing. He had overheard people whispering about it before, speculating whether he was just naturally that way or if something had happened. He never corrected them. It wasn’t worth the effort.

He didn’t mind it, not really. It wasn’t like he needed constant conversation. If anything, he preferred the quiet. But that didn’t stop the occasional pang of irritation when someone flinched at his presence or whispered about how scary he was. He never let it bother him for long. It wasn’t worth dwelling on.

But then there was you, who never seemed to get the memo.

You greeted him every morning with a bright “Good morning, Aone!” as if it were the most natural thing in the world. You sat next to him during team lunches, never asking if it was okay, never making a big deal out of it—just plopping down beside him, completely unfazed. When the team joked and teased each other, you always made a point to include him, nudging his arm playfully or throwing in a comment like “Right, Aone?” as if it was obvious that he was part of the conversation.

At first, he thought maybe it was an accident. That you just hadn’t realized how others saw him. But when weeks passed and nothing changed, Aone started to realize something.

You weren’t scared of him. Not even a little bit.

And for reasons he couldn’t explain, that made his chest feel warm.

It started during practice one afternoon.

The team was running drills, the gym buzzing with the sound of sneakers squeaking against the floor and volleyballs smacking against hands. Aone was focused, blocking each spike that came his way, his body moving on instinct. He wasn’t paying much attention to anything else until he heard a sharp gasp from the sidelines.

He turned his head just in time to see you stumble, tripping over someone’s stray bag. It was one of the first years', carelessly left near the edge of the court, and you hadn’t noticed it in time. Your arms flailed slightly as you lost your balance, and Aone’s body moved before his mind could catch up.

In an instant, his hands were on your arms, steadying you before you could hit the ground. His grip was firm, grounding, keeping you upright with ease. You blinked up at him, wide-eyed, caught off guard by the sudden proximity. For a long moment, neither of you spoke.

Then, to his surprise, you laughed.

“Wow, you’re really strong,” you said, your voice light, as if you hadn’t just nearly faceplanted in the middle of practice.

Aone swallowed. He wasn’t used to compliments—especially not ones directed at him. His ears burned slightly, but he managed a stiff nod, gently letting go of you once he was sure you were steady.

You dusted yourself off, still grinning. “Guess I should stick close to you, huh? Might need you to save me again.”

Aone blinked.

Most people avoided standing too close to him. You were… different.

Slowly, he nodded again.

Your smile widened. “Good. That settles it.”

And just like that, you carried on, moving as if nothing had happened, as if Aone catching you had been the most natural thing in the world. But Aone felt a little different now, his hands still tingling from where he had touched you. It was a strange, unfamiliar feeling, and he wasn’t sure what to do with it.

Later, when practice ended and the team started gathering their things, Aone noticed you walking in his direction. Without thinking, he shifted slightly, making space for you beside him. It was subtle, instinctive, but you noticed immediately, plopping down next to him with an exaggerated sigh.

“I think today’s the day I finally die,” you groaned dramatically. “Tell my family I love them.”

Aone huffed a quiet breath through his nose. It was barely anything, but you must have caught it because you turned your head and grinned at him.

“Was that a laugh?” you asked, eyes bright with mischief. “Oh, we’re making progress.”

Aone shook his head, but he didn’t deny it.

You tilted your head slightly, watching him curiously. “You know,” you mused, “most people get freaked out by you, but I don’t see why. You’re like… a human security blanket.”

Aone blinked at you, unsure of what to say to that. He had been called many things before—scary, intimidating, weird—but never a security blanket. He felt his ears burn again.

“I mean it,” you continued, stretching your arms above your head. “It’s nice having you around. Makes things feel a little more solid.”

He swallowed, staring down at his hands. He wasn’t sure how to respond, but before he could even try, you stood up, stretching out your back with a groan.

“Anyway, I better go before they make me do more work,” you said, nodding toward the rest of the team. “See you tomorrow, Aone.”

And then, like always, you left just as easily as you had appeared, leaving Aone sitting there, his mind spinning with thoughts he wasn’t sure how to process.

Maybe, for the first time, he didn’t mind having someone stick close to him after all.

[haikyu-mp4]

♥︎ date tech

back to masterlist

✪ marks my favourite for that character

Aone Takanobu

So sweet wc 786 – gn!reader, the Flyer Series

Plant lover ✪ wc 1369 – f!reader, strangers>friends>lovers

Snap – drabble

Stable foundation wc 644 – f!reader, Parenting event

High school sweethearts wc 686 – f!reader, Gossip Event

Hard work and dedication wc 942 – gn!reader, a blast from the past event

Futakuchi Kenji

Work husband ✪ wc 521 – gn!reader, now hiring! event

One thing wc 715 – f!reader, 1D x Haikyu event

The Kingsman of electricians wc 405 – gn!reader

Long-term commitment wc 1024 – f!reader, anything for you event, brother!aone

Husband material wc 783 – gn!reader, a blast from the past event

Koganegawa Kanji

In need of a manicure wc 2086 – gn!reader, friends>lovers

[honeekyuu]

welcome to honeekyuu!

hello! welcome to a new haikyuu writing blog for fics, headcanons, smaus, drabbles, + more!

in general, i write both sfw and n/sfw content, and i am open to writing dark content as well. for n/sfw content, all characters are aged up!

a few topics i do not write or romanticize are: self harm, incest, pedophilia, and sexual/domestic abuse of any kind.

please feel free to request anything listed above! here are my rules for requesting.

my full-length fics are primarily reader-insert but i definitely write ship content as well! i can write for any ship, but some of my top ships are:

kurootsukki

tsukkikage

bokuaka

atsuhina

sakuatsu

sunaosa

matsuhana

and my favorite characters are:

suna

tsukishima

kageyama

aone

miya4

msby4

my work is cross-posted to ao3, under @ hxneekyuu. i will be posting those works here over the next few days!!

thanks for reading!! <3

[mourning-city]

Fanfiction Requests:

Rules:

Please be specific about the request, as well as what season/event you want the oneshot/drabble to be set in. 

I will do fluff and angst. I will do NSFW speech (jokes, but also think hellaverse/Chainsaw man), but NO SPICE/SMUT

Characters cannonly 14 and below will only be platonic. 

Characters that are 16+ can be requested for romantic.

If a character you want is not on this list, feel free to go ahead and submit a request for them, as well as an alternative that is on the list just in case

☆Fandoms and Characters I write for listed below☆

My Hero Academia

Shota Aizawa

FatGum/Taishiro Toyomitsu

Hawks/Keigo Takami

Mirio Togata

Tamaki Amajiki

Deku/Izuku Midoriya 

Eijiro Kirishima

Mina Ashido

Kyoka Jiro

Tsuyu Asui

Hanta Sero

Mezu Shoji

Hitoshi Shinso

Haikyuu

Shoyo Hinata

Yu Nishinoya

Asahi Azumane 

Koushi Sugawara

Daichi Sawamura 

Keishin Ukai

Kenma Kozume

Yaku Morisuke 

Tetsuro Kuro

Keiji Akaashi

Takanobu Aone

No Guns Life

Juzo Inui

Mary Steinberg

Chainsaw Man

Denji

Aki Hayakawa

Angel Devil

Power

Kobeni Higashiyama

Kishibe

Himeno

Hirokazu Arai

Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic

Alibaba

Morgiana/Morg

Sinbad 

Ja’far

Masrur

Judal

Sharrkan

Spartos

Magi: The Adventures of Sinbad

Sinbad

Mytras

Helluva Boss

Blitzo

Loona

Stalos

Octavia

Moxxie x Millie (together only)

Verosika Mayday

Striker

Sallie May

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Eddie Munson

Gareth Emerson 

Jonathan Byers

Argyle

Eleven/Jane (platonic/familial only)

Max Mayfield (platonic/familial only)

Will Byers (platonic/familial only)

Lucas Sinclair (platonic/familial only)

Erica Sinclair (platonic/familial only)

Mike Wheeler (platonic/familial only)

Hunter X Hunter

Gon Freecss (platonic/familial only)

Kurapika Kurta

Leorio Paradinight

Killua Zoldyck (platonic/familial only)

Illumi Zoldyck

Shalnark

Chrollo Lucifer

Kite 

Ging Freecss

K project

Misaki Yata

Mikoto Suoh

Yashiro Isana

MushiShi

Ginko

The Case Study of Vanitas

Vanitas

Noe

Roland

Jeanne

Dominique De Sade

Dante

The Great Pretender

Makoto Edamura

Laurent Theirry

Abby/Abigail

Paula Dickins

Vinland Saga

Canut 

Thorfinn

Ylva

Enar

Snake

Bjorn

Askeladd

Thorkell

Asgeir

BNA

Shiro Ogami

Marie Itami

Pinga

Alan Sylvesta

Soul Eater

Soul Evans

Black Star

Death the kid/Kid

Maka Albarn

Tsubaki Nakatsukasa

Blair

Crona

Eruka Frog

Justin Law

Demon Slayer

Tanjiro Kamado

Inosuke Hashibira

Genya Shinazugawa

Giyu Tomioka

Kyōjurō Rengoku

Tengen Uzui

Zom 100: Bucket List of the Dead

Akira Tendo

Kenichiro Ryuzaki

Higurashi Kanta

Shizuka Mikazuki

Wind Breaker:

Jo Togame

Haruka Sakura

Hajime Umemiya

Hayato Suō

Kyōtarō Sugishita

Akihiko Nirei

Death Note

L Lawliet

Light Yagami

Touta Matsuda

Misa Amane

Delicious in Dungeon

Namari

Laios

Marcille

Shenshi

Chilchuck

Kabru

Blue Eye Samurai

Mizu

Teigen

Akemi

Ringo

Dorohedoro

Shin

Noi

Ebisu

Kaiman

Professor Kasukabe

{List will be updated/added on to through out time}

Fujita

Arcane

Vi

Jinx

Ekko

Vander

Silco

Jayce

Viktor

Mel

Sevika

Caitlyn

Steb

Scar

Loris

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⋆｡°✩ fandoms and req rules ⋆｡°✩

🃏fandoms ⋆˙

haikyuu!!, love and deepspace, arcane, batman/batfam, mha, blue lock, apothecary diaries, sakamoto days, hermitcraft, life series, dsmp, good omens, hannibal, house md

₊✩‧₊˚ favourite characters ˚₊✩‧₊

tsukishima kei, kageyama tobio, hinata shoyo, tetsurou kuroo, kozume kenma, ushijima wakatoshi, takanobu aone, sylus, zayne, rafayel, vi, jinx, ekko, mel, viktor, jason todd, dick grayson, selina kyle, hitoshi shinshou, todoroki shoto, aizawa shouta, mirko, nagi seishirou, karasu tabito, bachira meguru, maomao, jinshi, nagumo yoichi, natsuki seba, grian, etho, geminitay, mumbo jumbo, c!sbi, ranboo, niki, crowley, nina, gregory house, thirteen

✐ᝰ.ᐟ req rules !

i do headcanon lists, drabbles and short stories! specify which character you'd like and give a short desc in a few sentences. if you want longer drabbles or stories, give a longer description! i do accept nsfw reqs, but no dead dove content or other similar stuff. dont be upset if i dont get to your request though as i am quite busy but i promise to read all of them!! my ask box is also always open to chat, ramble or be moots hehe.