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Genos has expected to miss a lot of things about not having a human body. In the end, almost everything is better than anticipated. He’s stronger (though not strong enough), faster, his reflexes are stunning and reliable, his sensors work flawless and the machine in his body purrs like the blood he once had. His body obeys like a tamed beast, and if he wants to, he can kill without effort, fast and sharp and for hours on end. 

But there is one thing, still. 

The metal surrounding his soul is unyielding, and the heat it radiates is fake. Genos’ touch has become cold and harsh, no matter the gentleness he puts into his every motion around people he appreciates. His fingers are bullets. His arms are swords. His feet, legs, chest, they all carry the weight of steel and iron. 

Genos knows that he has become a death of silver and black, and he won’t ever regret it. But there are days when he – 

“Genos? Are you coming?”

“Yes, Master.” Some days, he misses being warm and soft and vulnerable. “I’m coming.”

And every day, Genos misses touching the things he loves as a someone – not a something. 

Could you please write a fluff/smut kagehina ? Because i wanna heal my broken soul after watching the newest hq ep ;; ;;

When they first fall asleep in their new bed, the whole house smelling foreign and weighing heavily with silence, the still-unopened moving boxes dark shadows against the wall, that is when Kageyama pulls Hinata closer and buries his face into the soft hair of his neck. “I hope you won’t regret this,” he says.

“Good night,” Hinata chuckles and takes Kageyama’s hand, pulling it over his waist so he can press it against his heart to fall asleep under his boyfriend’s touch.

When their first attempt at cooking goes horribly wrong, the fire alarm screeching above their heads until Kageyama figures out how to turn it off while Hinata throws away the burnt pasta sauce, that is when they sit on the floor together and hold hands, staring at the speckles of tomato all over the tiles. “I’m sorry it’s not perfect,” Kageyama says.

“We can just order pizza,” Hinata smiles and kisses his cheek before he gets up to find a towel. They clean the mess together.

When there’s been a week of barely seeing each other, for the first time ever, their hands not having touched since Sunday and the calender now whispers seven, seven days, when their lips haven’t found each other’s warmth in what feels like years and there’s a fight about something so small and so stupid that it brings tears to Hinata’s eyes and a loss of words into Kageyama’s throat, that is when Kageyama opens his arms to hug his boyfriend until he stops crying. “I wish I was a better person,” Kageyama whispers into Hinata’s hair. “I’ll fix this.”

“We’ll be okay,” Hinata says into his chest. He wipes his tears and lifts himself up on his toes to kiss Kageyama, soft, smiling despite everything. “People fight. I still love you, idiot.”

And when they’re curled up on the couch afterwards, hands laced up as if the roots of two trees had found a way to hold each other up through the storm, that is when Hinata says:

“You know that you’re enough, right? Stop asking me if I regret this. I don’t. I won’t. You’re the best thing that I’ve ever fallen in love with.”

That is when Kageyama doesn’t ask another question, and lets Hinata kiss him until the tears in his eyes die and the warmth inside his chest embraces all of him.

“God, I fucking hate ties! …Tooru?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll help you. You’re so nervous, aren’t you?”
“Yeah. ‘Course I am. You’re forcing me to dance.”
“Aww Hajime, but we practiced! And you’re a great dancer. There you go. Tie all done.”
“Thanks. …hey, are you crying?”
“It’s – I’m – s-sorry, Hajime.”
“What’s wrong? If you’re scared, then we can – ”
“No. God, I just – this is prom. This is our first dance together. Everyone will know, after tonight, that we’re – ”
“That you look like an angel but kiss like the fucking devil?”
“…that was so sweet and sappy, Hajime. But yeah. You’re really gonna kiss me in front of everyone?”
“You said it, didn’t you Tooru? It’s our prom. If I don’t show everyone that you’re mine tonight, then when am I gonna do it?”
“…how – how are you so – God, do you even know how much I lo-”
“Let’s go, okay? I promise I’ll dance with you all night. And yeah, I know. I do, too.”

“You could have found someone less difficult,” Tooru says into the silence of their new bedroom. The walls still smell like paint, and Hajime’s fingers are rough from carrying furniture inside and making this place a home. 

“What do you mean?” He asks back, soft, because Tooru’s voice only shivers like a scared animal in a storm when he’s falling into the abyss of his own mind.

“A girl.” Tooru turns, buries his face into Hajime’s shoulder. “Anyone would have been less complicated. Another guy, not so fucked up, not breaking down like – “

Hajime kisses him. Their lips melt for long seconds, and maybe Tooru sobs, quiet and overwhelmed, when Hajime’s mouth lingers on his forehead in faithful reverence. 

“Loving you,” Hajime says, “isn’t hard. It’s easy as breathing. I don’t know how I do it. It’s just always there.” He lets Tooru curl his arms around his neck and listens to the melody of his tears. 

“As long as I breathe, you’ll never be alone.”

“I’m not good with words,” Kenma says as he comes into Kuroo’s room and sits by his side. The box in his hands is small, silver letters spelling “for Kuroo” on the lid. When Kenma shoves it into Kuroo’s hands and then quickly hides his blushing face against his shoulder, all he says is: “I wrote something for you. Read all of it. It says what you are, and why. But… happy birthday.”

“Oh kitten.” Kuroo doesn’t know what to say. Kenma curls around him, arms over his waist, and nuzzles his neck with a little sigh. “You shouldn’t have.” Placing a kiss onto his boyfriend’s hair is something Kuroo can’t resist before opening the box. 

He finds cards inside. They’re in various colours, with a single word on the front and more on the back. Kuroo reaches for one and begins to read. 

“Kind. Because even though you’re loud with Bokuto, you’re always gentle with me because you know I’m scared of people speaking up too much. When I panic, you give me space or time or hold my hand. You took in the stray cat that kept coming to our school, and now she sleeps on the foot of your bed and turns fourteen this year.”

“Understanding. Because when your little sister starts crying and throws a tantrum, you don’t get impatient but kneel down and ask her what’s bothering her. Because you accept when I don’t want to be kissed and when I want you to hold me all night and not let go until I feel your body all around me.”

“Beautiful. Because you always call me that, but you’ve never seen your own smile when you greet me in the morning, your chaotic hair and the warmth of your skin, the scars on your knees and the old cigarette burns on your arms. Because you don’t hide before me anymore and I love you for that.”

“Strong. Because you stepped the first time you this monster lift a hand against your mother and sister, and you took the pain and fear and the scars. Because you asked for help. Because you had taken being yelled at and shoved for years, and now you’ve freed yourself and them, too.” 

“Brave. Because you always spoke up. Because you care. Because you love them so much, and because you love me, even with how complicated and strange I am.”

The last card is just a word, just one. Kuroo doesn’t even wipe the tears streaming over his cheeks as he reads it. And when the word reaches his mind, he pushes the box away and hugs Kenma so tightly that his shivers wreck both of their bodies, until Kenma kisses his lips and holds him. 

The card lies besides them. 

“Home.”

“Are you here to kill me?” The beast said. 

“No.” The warrior was young, and they stood calm. Their eyes wore the silver of war and more stars than the beast could count. 

“Are you not scared?” The beast asked then. 

“No.” 

“The world fears me.” 

“I do not. I want you to come with me.”

The beast blinked. “You are tricking me.”

But the warrior just smiled. They guided the monster out of its labyrinth and into the waking sunrise that bloomed in purple and gold over the ocean. 

The beast’s maimed face softened. It had almost forgotten what sunlight felt like. “But why?” It then asked. “Why did you free me?”

The young warrior watched the horizon for what felt centuries to the beast. “Because I feel your pain.” 

“I do not understand.” But before the beast could ask again, the young warrior gently put their hand into the beast’s claw and touched their palm. A web of scars nestled in their skin, the flesh pale and thin. 

And the young warrior closed their hand around the beast’s claw. 

“Not all monsters wear horns.”

robin-birdly:

“The boy leans against the wall, his legs spread just a bit, with Tooru’s hips pushing between them. Hajime stares. A whimper falls from Tooru’s lips, and he deepens the kiss. There’s a flash of soft pink, his tongue against the boy’s mouth, licking along his lips.

Hajime can’t breathe.

Tooru’s been playing him like some fucking instrument. Tooru touches that boy like he touches Hajime, except for the kissing – with a hug so warm and tight like Hajime thought Tooru only did for him, for him alone and nobody else.”

(с) fic by Moami “Soultouch”

I also can’t breath

I did it again, @moami, I’m sorry, but I can’t help it. I sat down to draw and this came out, even tho I was planning other things… 

Robin. 
R o b i n . oh. my. god. 

I am in absolute and complete love with this. The colour contrast is so g o o d. You – you perfectly captured what Hajime is feeling. That he is being robbed of what he thought Tooru only gave to him. The betrayal and disappointment. I don’t even know what to say. You gift me with your art for my writing, and I an only repeat myself over and over again. 

The red anger around Hajime’s eyes killed me. How do I get up again. Thank you. Thank you so much. I’m – without words. 

“Kill prince Tooru. I don’t care how. Slit his throat, poison him. But don’t leave traces. You get the other half after you succeed.”

A pouch was slid over the table, the hand pushing it scarred and fat. A few gold coins spilled out of it, pouring over the tabletop. The assassin gently pushed all of the money back inside and stood. “He will be dead by morning.” 

The hours until night went by swiftly. The assassin had been watching the palace closely, and as the last night inside the prince’s chambers died down, they moved to action. There had been rumours about guards patrolling around the castle – strangely, the assassin couldn’t find any, no matter how hard their eyes searched. Their senses were alert, burning, red with fire to kill. The trees before the prince’s chambers made it easy to swing over to the windowsill, and a sharp knife helped to open the lock. It was a wonder the prince was still alive. 

They slipped inside, feet soundless on the soft carpet. The prince was sleeping unguarded, curled underneath soft blankets, his face innocent. He could barely be a man yet. The assassin didn’t hesitate. Their dagger glinted, and – 

“You wouldn’t be the first to try that. Good evening, murderer.” 

The pain came after the blood. A man had appeared besides the assassin, clothed in black and smiling softly. But his eyes gleamed raw and wild as the night’s sky, and his sword was quick. The dagger fell, and so did the young assassin’s hand. A horrifying scream rose in their throat, eyes widening, because what monster would be able to approach them unnoticed, who could be so powerful – 

“Do you know why there are no guards, hm? There’s no need for them. If someone sends you here, they want you dead. It always works.”

A hand clasped over their mouth and made them choke on their own scream. The blood drowned in the carpet, droplets glistening red and soft in the moonlight. “Be quiet, you will wake him,” the gentle voice told them. The terrifying man had a hand over their jaw, crushing, and oh he’d kill them now – 

“Mhm… Hajime?” A sleepy voice came from the bed, and the monster holding the assassin stilled. “Yes, my prince?”

“Another one?” – “I’m afraid so. I will take them out of the way.”
The assassin could see the prince blink drowsily, warm brown eyes blinking before something hard and cold flashed through them. “Go ahead. I don’t want to disturbed any further.” 

And the monster, the man who had risen like a shadow besides the young assassin, smiled. “Of course, Tooru. I will get rid of any dirt that bothers you.”