#hqbb2017

[acolyptic]

My art piece for @hqbb 2017! I’m paired up with writer @josai aka CJ!

I hope you guys like it ^^

[altimysart]

a flower that grows within by allu-ria

Here’s an illustration I did for hqbb 2017 in collaboration with @allu-ria! Full-view for better resolution. It was my pleasure to work with you this year, and fully enjoyed reading your fic!

[blomozz]

So here is my @hqbb ‘s drawing !!!

This is my first time participating and it was a lot of fun doing my part for @bubbaltea ‘s Oikuro pianist/jazz singer AU !!!

I really hope you guys like it ~

(Probably will draw at least one more thing for this ‘cus it’s such a wonderful story)

[q195-arts]

Here is my piece for the @hqbb 2017!

I got to work with the amazing @v-katsuki to create this picture for her story “Say you’ll stay by my side”

Summary:

Oikawa Tooru is one of the best wedding planners in Japan. He has the talent to make the most impossible sounding wishes reality to make his clients happy, but no amount of expertise and talent have prepared him for his biggest challenge yet: planning his own wedding.

Thank you, Ani, for this great experience! It was a pleasure to work with you and I had a great time! You were always so patient with me <3

[matsinko]

title: darling, stay gold (1/2) author: matsinko pairing(s): kagehina beta-ed by: @mymusicismylife77 in collab with: @tenowls (art here) summary:

After his mother loses his job and is unable to pay rent, Kageyama is forced to leave Karasuno and move away to his grandmother’s in a tiny, rural town in the mountainy prefecture of Okayama. A new school and a barely functional volleyball team, he’s forced to leave his dreams behind and move on. But the captain of the volleyball team won’t leave him alone..  

>> read on ao3 <<

this is my piece for the haikyuu big bang @hqbb 2017 in collaboration with mona @tenowls (check her stunning art here) and beta-ed by allison @mymusicismylife77. this fic has been incredibly challenging to write bc my life changed drastically from when i first started writing it, so i’d like to thank everyone who put up with me - mona, allison, beca, hope, and the hqbb team - thank you ;;

[mephalasturm]

here is an art for dim a little, shine a lot by @satyr-syd for the @hqbb. they’re watching E.T. 

it’s a story that grabs one’s attention even from the outline - especially if you’re into spacey stuff as much as oikawa is. come for the reuniting iwaoi’s (featuring inked and scruffy iwa-chan & SETI researcher oikawa)! it’s a fun read, do recommend. 

I feel like I really lucked out with you, satyr-syd. you’re always so enthusiastic and on top of everything and encouraging, thank you so much. please keep writing and creating good art.

also shout out to beta-san @allihearisradiogaga​ for being a part of our team. I enjoyed your comments in the doc :D

[tia995]

Second and last part for @hqbb

Art for @hweiro ’s amazing writing. You should definitely go and read it! https://archiveofourown.org/works/12454383

You can find the cover here

[satyr-syd]

dim a little, shine a lot

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: T Characters: Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Kuroo Tetsurou, Kindaichi Yuutarou, Kunimi Akira, Tsukishima Kei, Sugawara Koushi Pairing: Iwaoi Word Count: 10k (first 2 chapters)

Summary:

There are a set laws that govern the universe, and this must be one of them: Iwaizumi Hajime and Oikawa Tooru will always be friends. They are locked in an elliptical orbit, always returning to each other even after drifting apart. And Tooru has never been so grateful for gravity.

Oikawa has finally achieved his dream of becoming a SETI researcher - even though he had to push everyone he loved away to get there. But friendship has a way of pushing back. Things start to get messy when Oikawa runs into Iwaizumi after five years of radio silence, and that's when the aliens come in.

Read on Ao3

((here is my piece for the @hqbb​!! thank you so much @allihearisradiogaga​ for being an awesome beta, and @mephalasturm​ for making wonderful art for this fic! check it out it’s so beautiful!!!))

[cawnvictofmurder]

Gold Forever- Chapter 1 (AO3)

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei

Summary: Being a Demon isn't what Kei had expected but he thinks he's settled into a decent routine- sleep, work, maybe read a book if he feels like it, and repeat. Then he gets called back into the field and a messy haired Angel makes him feel things he hasn't in years. 

Rating: T

Tags: Alternate Universe- Angels and Demons, Violence, Magic, Fantasy, Mythical Beings & Creatures, Friendship, Reincarnation, Blood, Mentions of Death, Partnership, Slow Burn, sort of, slow build at least, Pining 

Word Count: 3,444

Notes: I can’t believe it’s finally out! This is my work for @hqbb. Here’s a big shout out to my beta, Rosa (@animediac) and artist, 0rchidd (@0rchidd). Thank you two so much for your help and support and sticking with me through this!! The first three chapters will be posted throughout the rest of today.

The pager gives a short, muted beep but it’s more than enough to get Kei up, instantly awake and ready. It’s automatic as he reaches for the small pager beside him; it’s the very first thing he does everyday.

‘Kei, report to Oikawa’ is the text on the screen.

He’s dressed and out the door in a few seconds; the routine is familiar and comfortable. As he steps out of the apartment and onto the streets of Tokyo, it’s the same as yesterday; the traffic noises and the chatter and the crowds of people.

People walk around him as he crosses the street and into the five-story building just across from his apartment. The building is plain, a simple office building with no signs or logos identifying it on the outside. The receptionist barely looks at him as he enters, continuing to type on the computer in front of them.

Sentry is proudly painted on the wall behind the receptionist’s counter.

The elevator is empty as he gets in, with only the cheery music being played filling the silence. There’s a soft flicker of static in the back of his mind as he steps out and onto the fifth floor. He doesn’t flinch at the feeling, continuing down the hall and through a large rec room- though it was much more like a large living room in the building.

Each person he passes is another flicker of static and he pays them no mind. None of them look like they would be in a office building, all dressed in casual clothes and even some in tattered outfits. His own outfit is also plain, just simple casual clothes.

“Hey, Kei! I haven’t seen you here for a while,” someone shouts, but he merely acknowledges them with a short nod. Kei makes his way through the rec room and into a hallway, stopping in front of one of the doors.

‘Oikawa Tooru’ is engraved in a plaque to the side.

He’s just reaching for the doorknob when he freezes, registering the flicker of static that is unfamiliar to him. In the room, he can sense two Angels; one of which he doesn’t know. He’s never been called to Oikawa’s office with someone else- let alone an Angel.

His chest feels hollow and it’s only the fact that he knows that they’ve also sensed him there that stops him from leaving.

It takes him a short moment before he finally turns the doorknob and steps in.

Demons and Angels are typically partnered together, a Sword and Shield unit.

Kei knows this.

For nineteen years, he has refused a partner. For nineteen years, he knew, he knew, that the day would come, that he would be finally assigned a partner- with or without his agreement.

And yet, as he closes the door softly behind him and meets Oikawa’s apologetic eyes, he can’t help the tenseness of his shoulders and the way his heart slams against his chest. The moment he meets the unknown Angel’s eyes, his heart stops.

“Kei,” Oikawa greets, thankfully casually- as if he didn’t know how distressed he is. “Please, sit.”

The first step is impossibly hard, but he does it, moving away from the door- away from his only escape- and takes a seat. He’s only a few inches away from the other Angel, the person he doesn’t know- doesn’t even want to know. He stares straight at Oikawa, hyper aware of the sharp amber eyes he can see watching him from the corner of his eye.

“Kei, you’re being recalled to active duty. This is Tetsurou, one of our senior Angels.” Oikawa tips his head towards the Angel beside him.

Kei finally looks over, meeting bright amber eyes. Tetsurou is just the slightest bit shorter than him with crazy hair and eyes that were all too sharp and cutting. Tetsurou gives him a friendly grin and he looks away.

“Tetsurou, this is Kei. He was part of one of our best Strike Teams in the past.” Oikawa flips through a binder on his desk and looks at both of them. “I didn’t have a hand in this decision, but Sentry needs another Strike Team and fast. You’ve both been picked because of your former experiences.”

Oikawa shuts the binder and levels the two of them with a serious look. “I don’t disapprove of this team- it has potential. But I do know that the two of you haven’t worked with a partner for quite a few years now.”

Tetsurou smirks and confidently states, “I’m sure that won’t be a problem. I’m not a newbie, y’know.”

Neither am I, Kei wants to snap, but he doesn’t; in all honesty, he doesn’t want this pairing to work out. There’s a voice in the back of his head- be passive, be uncooperative. As if he had heard them, Oikawa gives him a look.

“Get along you two. You both need to finish your current cases before I’ll be assigning your first assignment as a team.” Oikawa picks out two files from the stack on his desk and places them in front of them. “Here are your files, get to know each other and all that. I’ll give you both a moment.”

He stands, giving Kei’s shoulder a firm squeeze as he passes. The sound of the door closing lingers in the office, loud in the enclosed room.

Kei stares down at the files, he knew one was his, the other was Tetsurou’s- his new partner. The mere thought is a tight grip on his heart and the presence of Angel beside him grated. Tetsurou makes a small noise and, without thinking, Kei looks at him.

He meets Tetsurou’s curious eyes, instantly noticing the way his shoulders are relaxed, not hunched like his own, or how he seemed casual about this new situation. He held the stare, the static that is Tetsurou buzzing all too vividly in the back of his head, and just before he turns away, Tetsurou starts.

“Hey.”

Tetsurou fully turns in his chair, facing Kei directly and gives a friendly smile. It looks more like a smirk in Kei’s mind. “I’m Tetsurou, I don’t have any experience as a Strike Team but I’m a former field agent. I’m looking forward to working with you.”

“Kei...former Strike Team.” Kei pauses before echoing, “I’m looking forward to working with you too.”

Tetsurou’s friendly smile doesn’t drop as he studies him and Kei laces his fingers together in his lap, face blank and breathing measured. As if Kei’s flat tone didn’t deter him- Kei has a bad feeling it really didn’t- Tetsurou continues talking.

“I specialize in offensive white magic, my healing is sloppy and so are my blessings.” Tetsurou stares at him, prompting him to do the same. Kei fiddles with his fingers before giving a small shrug and glancing away.

“I’m decent with defensive and offensive black magic.”

It goes silent again, and this time, Tetsurou doesn’t attempt to break it.

Kei doesn’t look back at Tetsurou and hunches down a bit more, eyes glued onto the file in front of him. It’s Tetsurou’s file. Just like how his own should be in front of the other.

These files made the situation that much more real; they were personal files, with their noted skills and abilities. They were only exchanged when Strike Teams are created- exchanged between partners in an actual team. He doesn’t want to take it.

The door opens slowly and Oikawa pokes his head in before stepping in. He raises a brow at them, immediately noticing the awkward, tense air in the office and exhales.

“I’ll call you two back once you’re both finished with your current cases.” Oikawa clasps them both on the shoulder and takes a seat, pointing them towards the door. “But I do need my office now, so scram.”

Tetsurou gives Oikawa a nod, picks up the file in front of him and offers Kei another grin. “I’ll see you around, partner.”

Kei is up and out of his seat the moment he’s out of the room, practically bolting.

“Kei,” Oikawa calls out. It’s soft, and a bit reproving. It has him stopping in his tracks.

He turns to see Tetsurou’s file pushed in his direction. A harsh refusal is already on his tongue but Oikawa shakes his head before he could say anything.

“I really had no control over this.”

Kei doesn’t reply- feels like he couldn’t even if he had anything to say. He feels numb as he takes the file.

It’s just paper but it’s heavy in his hands; another weight just waiting to crush him.

The file acquires a place on his desk, untouched and collecting dust.

Though it is sunny outside, the curtains filter out the light until his room is only dimly lit and muted, full of hazy shadows and dull colour. It’s how he feels like at the moment; muted.

He drops his pager onto the side table- it clatters noisily but he doesn’t pay it any mind- and he curls up in his bed. There will be cases that he needs to finish and reports to write and he thinks of only those. Of the damage reports and the travel plans, of planning his schedule for tomorrow.

It’s silent and when he opens his eyes again, the room is dark and his glasses are painfully pressed against the ridge of his nose. It’s too still and silent. There is a sliver of moonlight creeping in through the window.

He rolls over, takes off his glasses and closes his eyes again.

The report in Kei’s hand is complete, but as he steps into the rec room at Sentry, he doesn’t feel accomplished or even relieved that another case is finished.

It feels like every step he takes, is another step towards disaster.

One case down and just that much closer to becoming officially partnered with Tetsurou.

As if even thinking his name is a curse, his usual quick trip to Oikawa’s office is interrupted. Tetsurou calls out his name and quickly catches up to him, laying a hand on Kei’s tense back and herding him away from his destination.

Tetsurou grins at him as he brings them over to one of the tables by the walls. “Good morning.”

“Morning…” Kei stands there as Tetsurou takes a seat and motions towards the spot across from him. Reluctantly, Kei sits down, placing his report on the table with a sigh.

“So, how are you?” Tetsurou asks, watching him with his arms crossed on the table- as if he hadn’t manhandled Kei across the rec room. Kei gives him a long stare before closing his eyes, looking very much like he was fending off a headache.

“Fine. If that was all…” Kei curtly answers, making to stand up. A hand slams down on his report, preventing him from leaving, but Tetsurou quickly jerks his hand back before Kei could do anything more than glare.

“Wait- I have some questions,” Tetsurou hurriedly blurts out. “I know you don’t seem eager to be partnered up with me, but could we maybe chat for a moment? That’s all.”

For a good moment, Kei wants to take his report and leave, to continue his day as if it hadn’t been interrupted. But, as he looks at Tetsurou’s sheepish expression, he decides against it- desperately hoping that it wouldn’t be a mistake.

Tetsurou’s face brightens up as he slowly takes a seat again and reaches over to tap at the report.

“You said you were decent all around at black magic.” Tetsurou glances at him. “But your file said you’re much more than just decent. You ranked pretty high in training.”

Kei shrugs. “It doesn’t really matter much.”

“I think it matters,” Tetsurou objects. “And I’d like to know more about each other. Personally, I was horrible in training; I barely passed my qualifications when I first started.”

Tetsurou stares at him before tapping at the report again; Kei feels exposed at the observant gleam in those amber eyes, taking in and assessing every movement. “But that would have been in my report, so you already know that.”

Kei makes a noise, neither confirming or denying. He knows nothing of the Angel sitting in front of him, his file is still sitting on his desk, unopened and untouched- barely even glanced at. The entire situation feels like a twist in his gut, but if Oikawa had no power over this, there wasn’t anything he could do about it.

Above all, if Sentry truly needed another Strike Team, what better than a former member and a skilled field agent?

Kei doesn’t have any confidence in this team- his team- but the least he can do is go along with it. It’s not like he has any other choice honestly speaking.

“We’ll be taking official missions soon, excited to be out and about again?” Tetsurou smirks, prodding, “I’ve heard you’ve only been doing investigations- must be boring.”

It doesn’t mean he needs to get friendly with his teammate though.

“They’re not as boring as this,” Kei replies flatly. “I still have reports to hand in.”

Tetsurou seems to perk up, surveying him with new eyes and a much more interested glint in them. “You can be a bit snarky, can’t you? And really? You’d prefer reports and boring recon to having a chat with me?”

“Yes.”

“Wounded.” Tetsurou chuckles, tilting his head. “We’re partners now, shouldn’t you be nice to me?”

Kei abruptly stands. He grabs his report and repeats, “I have reports to hand in.”

He doesn’t give Tetsurou anytime to react, barely noticing the confused and alarmed look on the other’s face, and briskly walks out of the rec room and towards the offices.

Handing in his report is quick- simply sliding the file into the inbox outside Oikawa’s office. He barely thinks as he does it, going through the motions even with his mind strangely numb and buzzing with white static.

Kei avoids the rec room on his way out, deliberately taking the rarely used staircase- it’s only there because humans had built the building; Angels and Demons usually had much better ways of getting around than stairs.

His footsteps echo through the stairwell as he makes his way down, it’s the only sound in the otherwise quiet space.

And maybe it’s because he’s never taken this way before, but the building seems so very empty.

That wasn’t the last he saw of Tetsurou.

Any report he hands in is met with a persistent greeting and an attempt to start a chat; it’s as if Tetsurou didn’t actually have any cases of his own to complete and used that time to bother him.

His own cases are nearly completed- simple investigations and research- but Kei takes his time with his last case. Once it was completed, he would no longer be doing any solo work. Teams weren’t separated unless it was absolutely necessary; he is stuck with Tetsurou. And Tetsurou knew this, if the way he sought out Kei is any indicator.

Kei dreads the day the other finds out exactly where he lives.

At the moment though, he’s safe. Tetsurou lived in the second building that Sentry owned, on the opposite side of his- it was something he had noticed when he had managed to shake the other off one day.

“Hey, Kei!”

He resists the urge to sigh but his pace didn’t even falter as he enters Sentry. The doors had barely closed behind him before they are flung open again and Tetsurou bounds in, happy and eager.

“I heard from a little bird that you’re almost finished with your cases,” Tetsurou announces as he enters the elevator with him. Kei stabs the button for the fifth floor.

Tetsurou, seemingly oblivious to his bad mood, continues, “I’ve just finished mine yesterday-”

Kei narrows his eyes. “Since when? You’ve been here bothering me for the past week.”

“That’s a secret.” Tetsurou attempts to wink but he only succeeds in scrunching up his face. Kei can’t help the small, amused exhale he gives just as the elevator gives a ‘ding’ and the doors open.

“Very mysterious, like there isn’t only one reason why they’d be a secret,” Kei drawls as they step into the rec room, rolling his eyes. Tetsurou huffs at him, though the small curl of his lips show his amusement.

“Actually there’s more than the one you’re thinking of.”

Kei makes his way towards Oikawa’s office. “That’s nice to know.”

“Aren’t you curious about what it is?” Tetsurou questions, curiously peering at him. Kei arches an eyebrow at him, dropping his report into the inbox and snorts.

“And get punished for knowing things I shouldn’t? I’ll pass, thanks.”

Tetsurou follows him on his way out, stopping once they left Sentry and they go their separate ways.

Two days later, Kei gets the notification he has been dreading ever since he has met Tetsurou.

‘Kei, report to Oikawa’ is the text on the screen.

This time, however, his hand is unsteady as he dismisses the message. His throat is tight and the churning feeling in his gut that he’d been able to push back for the past week, comes back with full force.

He sits on his bed for a while- enough that Tetsurou has probably already made it to Oikawa’s office. The two are waiting for him; his partner was waiting for him. There is no doubt in his mind that an assignment would be waiting for them, the few days of rest after completing his cases was a big hint towards that.

Taking the first few steps is like wading through water, and as he finally steps into Sentry, butterflies swarm in his stomach. The roaring of the cars behind him is loud, even when it’s muffled when he closes the door behind him. He steps into the elevator and stands there. The door slowly closes.

His pager beeps and he doesn’t glance at it, but it prompts him to hit the button for the fifth floor- pressing it as if it would grow teeth and bite. The ride up is the longest one he’s ever had and each time the number goes up, his heart jumps.

And all too soon, he’s on the fifth floor and the doors slide open.

Tetsurou is there, hovering outside the elevator, and he pushes himself off his heels to join Kei as he steps out of the elevator. Kei can’t help the rush of relief when Tetsurou just casually greets him with a smile. There’s a small amount of space carefully placed between them and Kei breathes easier.

The door to Oikawa’s office is open when they reach it.

They enter the room and Oikawa gestures them towards the chairs.

“I know neither of you have done any combat missions in awhile- let alone with a new partner,” Oikawa says as they sit down. “So I won’t be assigning you to any strikes anytime soon, not that I could, really- and I doubt two either of you would enjoy a stationed assignment, so…”

Oikawa’s smile is full of teeth and glee as he tells them, “You two will be on Retrieval and Sweeping.”

“You’re putting us on beginner duties?!” Tetsurou squawks, nearly leaning out of his seat to stare Oikawa in the eye. Silently, Kei agrees.

“Just for now,” Oikawa reassures, though the way his shoulders twitch gives away his amusement. “You’re a new team, you gotta work on that teamwork before I give you any serious assignments.”

“I’m sure we would be fine,” Tetsurou attempts, giving Kei a quick glance. “We’re experienced.”

“It’s just standard procedure, I’m afraid.” Oikawa is still smirking at them as he reaches into his drawer. “Now, take these and leave- and give me your old pagers.”

Kei slowly hands over his pager, the plastic is scratched and worn from use, and accepts the new one passed to him; it’s brand new, the black plastic is sleek and flawless and it’s decorated.

“As of now, you two are officially Shield and Sword,” Oikawa solemnly states, his smirk gone as he acknowledges them both with a tilt of his head. “Congratulations.”

Tetsurou is staring at his new pager- it’s black as always, but the white shield engraved at the back of it is a stark difference. Kei looks down at his own; it looks almost the same as his old one.

He turns the pager over and runs his fingers over the white engraving in the plastic. It’s a sword- the counterpart to Tetsurou’s shield.

Traditionally, Demons are the Swords of the unit.

Kei feels more like a dull, rusted blade.

[sapphyrelily]

Overlay - Chapter One: Rebirth

Aaaaa here’s my work for HQBB2017!! It was so stressful but exciting working on this (and I’m not even done rip) This is loosely based on Kat Zhang’s The Hybrid Chronicles

Huge thanks to my beta @altimys for all the help, and special thanks to @poeticalcreation for all the yelling and fine-tuning of the initial idea <3

EDIT: Thank you @binuboi for the amazing art!!

Read this chapter on AO3

He hugs his parents tightly, then steps back and bows deeply. He thanks them for the meal, for the lifetime that he spent with them, for their efforts in bringing him up. He apologises for his transgressions, for the times he’s fallen short, but most of all, he apologises for what he’s about to do.

His mother is tearful, but her voice remains steady.

As always, as always. Okaa-san never wavers.

“Kenjirou, you don’t have to do this.”

“But I must,” he mutters to the ground. “I cannot be a burden onto you or Otou-san, and I cannot bring down this family. You still have Nii-san and Mika-chan, you don’t need me.”

He hears his mother about to rebuke him, but his father cuts in. “You are honourable in choosing this path rather than encumber us. You have my respect, son.”

He presses his forehead deeper into the ground, biting back his words. “Thank you, Otou-san.”

His mother’s arms encircle him then, lifting his weakened body from the ground. He tries not to lean on her as much as possible, to try and walk on his own two feet, but it is difficult.

She aids him to his room, and he lies down, whispering his thanks. She leaves him with a smile and a squeeze of his hands – the most affectionate she will allow herself to be.

At the doorway, she murmurs through the crack, “Your father is right. You honour us in your choice, though you know I wish you had chosen differently.”

He smiles at the door as it closes. “You know I would never have chosen otherwise,” he tells his empty room. “This is my last shot at life, and I am going to take it.”

-----

It is the summer of his nineteenth year, and he is dying.

He doesn’t know why he is the only one affected, but the degenerative disease has been in his family bloodline for generations. He supposes it is lucky that his younger sister didn’t get it, but he still harbours resentment towards it, for taking away half his third year of high school, and any future years of his life.

He remembers captaining the team from the bench for their last few games, of having to pass on the mantle of official setter because ten minutes of setting left him wheezing. He remembers passing on the title of captain too early, because he could no longer hold himself upright in practice, let alone shout and give instructions. He remembers Kawanishi helping him to class and back to their room every day, the looks of pity his classmates and teachers gave him.

He remembers hearing about the medical breakthrough, the call for participants in the final round of pilot studies. He remembers the faint hope it gave him, even as his parents disagreed.

But he didn’t care then, and he doesn’t care now.

It is the last chance for him to perhaps live a normal life, if it is successful. If it is not, he would have died anyway, but at least in this way, he would contribute to the furthering of medical research.

In front of them, the glass doors slide open, the smell of disinfectant wafting out to greet them.

-----

“Thank you.”

“I hope you survive this.”

“I hope so too.”

Kawanishi shakes his head. “I mean, I hope you’ll stay yourself.”

Shirabu smiles self-deprecatingly, squeezing his hand. It is the slightest pressure, though the blond knows he’s trying his hardest. “Brain surgery always has liabilities. I won’t even know if I’m still myself after this.”

Kawanishi huffs in exasperation, knocking his knee against his. “Nice to know you can still joke.”

“I’m being completely serious though.”

“Right, right.”

----

The last thing he sees and hears and smells is all of the operating theatre. It is not white-walled as he expected, nor does the air smell particularly clean, but the lights are definitely blinding, and the neatly laid out scalpels look threatening.

He almost welcomes the cloying smell of isoflurane, sinking into the darkness.

-----

He wakes slowly, but his eyes won’t open, and he can’t move.

He tries to breathe slowly, but can’t seem to regulate his breathing.

(It doesn’t matter, because he seems to be breathing evenly, but why can’t he control himself?)

It feels like an eternity staring into the blackness, but he falls asleep.

-----

He wakes, and thinks he remembers his name.

My name is Shirabu Kenjirou, and I turned nineteen a while ago.

He cannot remember much else, and the world is still dark.

-----

He thinks he dreams. Of maroon jerseys and taped fingers, and the satisfying sound of a ball slamming into the ground. He tries to remember, but it is difficult. Trying to force out thoughts when there is nothing there exhausts him, and he feels wrung out, like someone’s been squeezing his brain too hard.

But suddenly, in the midst of relaxing and an invisible lump in his throat and giving up, the name comes to him.

Volleyball.

-----

This time when he wakes, the world is bright.

His vision isn’t blurry, he is seeing clearly, and he can see a room in his peripheral vision, though his eyes are fixed on a vase of flowers. They are pretty, he supposes, but he is more concerned by his lack of ability to move.

Hello. You’re awake.

It’s definitely not him that thought that – his mental voice isn’t as deep, nor is it that warm and polite.

Who are you? Why can’t I move?

This is weird.

He thinks he hears the other voice laugh, and his body moves, his arm reaching out for a glass of water. The water is cool in his mouth and soothing against his throat, and though it isn’t him swallowing reflexively, he enjoys the sensation.

Do you remember what happened?

No. Not much.

It is true, he thinks. He faintly recalls a head of blond hair, the sound of a ball hitting flesh, and lights, bright white, unlike the warm glow of indoor courts.

Oh. A surgery.

Yes. The other – he thinks it’s a young man – smiles, and sets the glass down. Do you want me to tell you?

No. I want to try and remember.

His forehead against the ground. The antiseptic smell of the hospital. The weakness in his limbs.

I was…dying.

Yes.

A brain surgery?

To transplant your mind into mine.

He recalls more now, of a medical breakthrough, of a call for volunteers, of attempts to meld two minds together to save one dying person.

Oh. You’re my donor.

Yes. Hello.

Hello.

It is so weird, he thinks.

Can I see who you are?

I’ll get a mirror.

The other reaches out, and he watches his hand stretch, noting the corded muscles, the defined forearms, the long fingers.

Then the reflection of light off the mirror catches his eye, and he stares at his new reflection.

Cocoa brown eyes, thick brows, bandages wrapping around a high forehead.

A memory hits him so hard, he’s surprised he doesn’t die again.

He knows that face.

But he can’t remember his name.

Can I look at our medical records? I want to know who you are.

Sure.

He wonders how his mental voice sounds as cool as it does, because he can feel his phantom heart seizing, his imaginary palms slick with sweat.

He knows who his donor is.

The young man picks up the clipboard, eyes scanning the names.

Their names are printed side by side, in adjacent columns. He skims over the kanji of his own name, gaze fixated on the one opposite his.

His phantom heart lurches in horror, the final piece clicking into place.

Semi-san.

“Shirabu?”

The clipboard tilts in limp fingers, but he cannot catch it – he has no strength, he can’t even feel his fingers. Memories are swirling to the surface, and he cannot take the tidal wave of them.

He thinks he hears Semi calling for him, but he has fallen, sinking into the depths of unconsciousness.

Next chapter

[oisugasuga]

The first time Sugawara Koushi was decked in the face, he was seventeen and evergreen.

Finished my piece for the Haikyuu!! Big Bang 2017 in time (somehow)... huge thanks to Cici, @quietlyobscure, and Lou, @hijackedbylou, my wonderful beta and wonderful artist for being amazing and for all of their help in making my vague idea for a street-fighting OiSuga AU come to life ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ)

Please, please, go check out the absolutely gorgeous art done by @hijackedbylou, it's beautiful

[carollsos]

TITLE: The Best Present Ever RATING: Gen WORD COUNT: 38,545 FANDOM: Haikyuu!!

SUMMARY:  Being a single parent is not an easy task. Oikawa was not ready to raise his little boy alone and he soon realized hoe hard it can be to deal with a six-year-old . However, when Oikawa looks past all the struggles he has to go through, he finds himself feeling blessed to being able to see his son grow up. But it takes some time to notice that the little and happy things are just as important as the big and bad ones.

A SHOUT OUT TO @sound-of-inspiration FOR BEING AN AMAZING BETA AND FOR @itsmyfridge FOR BEING A GREAT ARTIST

[q195-arts]

my second piece for the @hqbb 2017!

This time it’s for a wonderful YakuNoya College AU by the amazing @sapphirablue <3

Thank you for a great collaboration!

[greykestrelwrites]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou Characters: Kozume Kenma, Kuroo Tetsurou, Nishinoya Yuu, Azumane Asahi, Bokuto Koutarou, Tsukishima Kei, Yachi Hitoka, Daishou Suguru Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alternate Universe - Medieval, Magic, mute character, Adventure, mild violence, More tags/characters to be added as story progresses Summary:

"I don't understand," Kenma said as Nekomata carefully cleaned the cut on his forehead. He was lucky the rock had missed his eye, the child who’d thrown it was known for having good aim. "Why is being magical a bad thing?"

Nekomata sighed. "Out here, on the borders far away from the cities and big towns, people are scared easily. They don't like things that are different or unusual, because things that are different and unusual can also be dangerous."

Kenma was born more special than he or anyone around him knew. Then his life was turned upside down by an encounter with a mysterious man, the meeting leaving him unharmed but voiceless. He and close friend Noya continued to survive as best they could in a world that shunned them, but the poor decision to steal from Prince Tetsurou Kuroo might have been a stroke of luck in disguise.

With the kingdom on the brink of war and the enemy searching for an artefact that will give their dark magic users an edge, Kenma finds out he has a much larger role to play in the world than he ever expected. Turns out there was a very good reason he was cursed to have no voice all those years ago…

[hqbb]

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[tia995]

It’s finally here~~~ my art for @hqbb ’s Haikyuu Big Bang 2017! It’s my first time to participate in this and I wanted to challenge myself! It was a lot of fun and I got to work with the most amazing people ♡ @hweiro is an amazing writer and really easy to work with, and really supportive! She gave me lots of ideas~

This is the “cover” for @hweiro ’s amazing Kagehine fic that you can read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12454383

I’m still working on two more pieces that I will upload later! I would habe uploaded this a long time ago but some things happened IRL that put everything on hold

Update: part 2 can be found here