The next morning was a Saturday. Slightly after dawn Soi Fong could be found sitting on the roof of the little school gym waiting for her interest to show up. It was not long before she heard the jingle of keys and the sound of one of the large front doors being swung open. She tore her gaze away from the birds, rolled onto her feet and dropped down through a nearby window.

“Can you explain it one more time?”
Rei’s eyes followed the soft curls of hair which fell into Nagisa’s face. His hand came up to push them back.
“Explain what, Nagisa-kun?”
Nagisa’s eyebrows furrowed ever-so-slightly. He moved even closer.
“You know,” he said, eyelashes fluttering as he blinked. “About your asexuality thing.”
Rei hummed again and smiled. He let his hand rest on the side of Nagisa’s face and continued stroking his hair. “Okay. Where do you want me to start?

Rei realized he was a little different from the other boys in his class when he was in sixth or seventh grade. While they were busy sneaking inappropriate magazines into class and peeping at them during lunch, Rei was busy reading his books and studying.

Kuroo has the perfect costume in mind for Kenma to wear to a costume party. Kenma is uncertain and unenthusiastic.

Like Kuroo does every morning, he senses Kenma before he sees him. Kenma isn’t awake yet - he’s toying with the idea of total wakefulness, his flickering consciousness brushing against the back of Kuroo’s brain.

Kuroo has started his day like this almost every day for the last 15 years of his life, and he hasn’t tired of it yet. He doubts he ever will.

On a quiet, rainy day Kenma and Kuroo share their first kiss.

Fire mage Bokuto and his familiar Akaashi enter a new town in search of work, and Akaashi has to motivate his mage.

Or: Don't Scratch Akaashi If You Don't Want to Be Burned

Kuroo notices a stray cat on his way to his magic lessons.

Or: Kuroo Gets a Kenma

Koutarou is a young fire mage who just wants to help. When he joins a forest spirit on a mission to hunt down a group of bandits, he'll come out of the experience with something he hadn't expected to get so soon: a familiar.

Or: Bokuto is Going to Have to Explain Some Things When He Gets Home

Tsukishima's practice is interrupted by a group of men hunting rare spotted stag.

Or: The Story of How Tsukishima Got the Familiar He Didn't Really Want

When Suga and Daichi finally get their first place together, the universe (well, the band playing at the bar across the street, that is) reminds them that they were always meant to be.

Cassandra is completely oblivious to her feelings about the Inquisitor. Sera, Iron Bull and Dorian decide to "help".

The Anchor lives in her blood now. It's a slow decay and it spreads to those around her – poisons those she loves. In the end, Solas regrets everything.

In which Kuroo’s extensive knowledge shows up at most unexpected times.

Kuroo has always had this habit of kissing Kenma. Never on lips, but more of a “let me kiss it and make it better,” sort of kissing.

“Telepathy is an unproven method of communication, you know that,” Komi said, nudging him with his elbow.
“Not that we’re stopping you. It’s gotta be a start,” Sarukui added.
“Do you two take lessons in ambiguity?”
“Huh?”
“I have no fricking idea what you’re talking about,” Konoha muttered. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got places to be.”

It's the second weekend of training camp, and for some reason, Konoha's team mates keep hinting that he has to sort things out with Akaashi. The thing is, Konoha has no idea what the problem is, or if it even exists.

There was a vague feeling of wonder about it all, of disbelief – not only that they’d lost, but that their Captain, Bokuto Koutarou, was taking it so well.

(Too fucking well. He heard Konoha say later.)

Fukurodani didn't get to Nationals. Their story was done. And Bokuto has no idea what to do next.

Then he receives a text from a most unlikely source...

"Uh, Is.. this okay?" Again, Ushijima nodded and Tendou sighed shakily. He didn't think it'd feel this hard. His face set in determination. It was as good a time as any.

"I think I'll follow Kenma home instead..."
Kenma swallows, wondering if he should run for it. Kuroo's grip tightens like he knows.
"... After all, I've always been told to follow my dreams."
--
Or: In which Kuroo uses bad situational pickup lines, and Kenma tries to pretend that he hates it.

A few minutes tick by until Kenma realizes that Kuroo isn’t going to continue without prompting, sighs as if this is the most annoying thing he’s done all day, and says, “Why did he break up with you, Kuroo?”
“He said,” Kuroo says, eyes closed, “that there was no way he’d be able to compete with you.”
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Kuroo and Kenma talk about other people they've kissed.

Kenma never feels like doing anything, but it's not really hard to talk him into things, either.

It was a quiet eureka moment when Kenma realized that his feelings for his best friend were more than just friendly.

All the "not right times" Kuroo kisses Kenma.

“I'm gonna date that,” Bokuto declares solemnly, and Kuroo throws a plastic spoon at his head.

It's the December after Iwaizumi’s last year in university when Tokyo welcomes him with a new ad campaign for Bright Days toothpaste, and Oikawa Tooru—fresh off a run at the 2016 Summer Olympics—has decided to grace the city with his signature grin, a flip of his wayfarer sunglasses, and the most irrepressible tag line for the signboard above.

‘Are you in love with me?’ it reads, Oikawa taunts, and Iwaizumi can only find the whole thing a pointless exercise in the usual flirtations.

(Because i would never fall for you in a million years, he types out in reply, before deciding against it.)

When Oikawa and Iwaizumi's relationship starts to crumble, Suga is there to make things new again.

Kenma's in his third year at Nekoma, Kuroo's in his first year at Tokai University, and the boys are attempting to navigate one year of a long-distance relationship... where 'long-distance' is measured by a forty-minute train ride and a mountain of obligations barring the way. But the more things change, the more they stay the same, and the more precious every moment.

The kingdom of Nekoma prepares a festival to celebrate the one year anniversary of Kenma's coronation. While his royal court and magisters and guardians look forward to the revelry, Kenma is himself plagued by doubts as to his ability to rule and his growing feelings for one of his sworn guardians. Everything on the surface appears as it should at first, but things get complicated when a kiss takes Kuroo by surprise and an attempted kidnapping goes awry.

History goes as history has gone, but some stories tend to repeat themselves.

Suga knows it as soon as he holds her in his arms, this is his daughter.

There are many stories about why one shouldn’t ever enter the woods to the north, and while Tanuma does not pay much heed to these stories, he withholds his curiosity for his father’s sake. That is, until he finds the cat.

There are many stories about why one shouldn’t ever enter the woods to the north, and while Tanuma does not pay much heed to these stories, he withholds his curiosity for his father’s sake. That is, until he finds the cat.

Sometimes Makoto wants to talk about the future, and Haruka will not have any of it, but it’s nice to know that they’re both still unsure about things. They are the sun and moon, still wandering about under the same sky. It’s what Haruka tells himself anyway, until it hurts too much to think about him.

This is a tale in which Haruka and Makoto have a falling out, but the sentiment is still there, two years later.

A ten-year treatise on patience, brought to you by Akaashi Keiji.

Makoto constantly catches an enamored Rin off-guard.

With no support from family, and her connection to volleyball gone, Michimiya Yui struggles to move on after her final game. She's quit volleyball to concentrate on her future, but still yearns to fly.

But help arrives in the unlikely form of Karasuno's manager, and maybe, just maybe, there's another way to stretch her wings.

Right here, right now, Kiyoko knows, beyond any doubt, that she loves them all. It’s not a matter of finding ‘the right person’ because they’re here, mixed up, imperfect, but perfect for her.

Because each of these guys made her a part of something incredible.

And she wants to tell them this, but words have never been her forte.

"It's said that there are invisible pathways between people… pathways that connect their minds. They flow with something like the ether of life. When two people happen to think of each other at the same time, the flow becomes more powerful. You feel it, Makoto-chan, don't you?"

Makoto’s gaze flicks upwards. “You know, Haru… you used to say the water is alive.”
Haru nods, silently.
“What if I told you that... that someone told me it really is? I'm sure it's just a practical joke, but - what if I said that? Would you think I was crazy?”
Haru stares back at him, impassive as always. “Why would I think that? I know it's alive.”

Speculative origins of two men and a drugstore.

Long-distance relationship is tricky. Makoto thinks he's got it figured out, even if the fact that he might not be able to see Rin until Christmas upsets him a little. He has the kids' upcoming swimming competition to deal with, after all.

(in which Sousuke and Haru are exasperated, Aki takes matters into her own hands, Makoto is being stupid, and Rin proves him wrong by bringing half of the National Team over to the swimming club.)

The one where everyone misunderstands about who Makoto is dating.

Rin and Makoto's kisses, throughout the year and seasons.
And even after that.
(or, stupid couple doing stupid things together. Like kissing.)

One night phone call conversation between Makoto and Rin, between Tokyo and Australia.
Supposedly.

a collection of my five god/mortal au's and their companion pieces--the big five are standalone, but their companion pieces require reading the main fic first!!

all take place in the same universe.

On court, Akaashi Keiji had been able to assess every situation and make the correct call. In life, the habit’s hard to break, but he has varying results, especially when the situation is a road trip with Bokuto, taking him to tryouts for the Hiroshima Thunders.

Just the two of them, he could have coped with, but joined by Kuroo and Kenma, the trip takes a wildly different turn.

And as he watches Kenma from the rear view mirror, he’s unable to comprehend just why he’s tagged along. But then again, maybe Keiji’s not the only one with an ulterior motive.

Oikawa receives a postcard one day. It makes him a little emotional.

Oikawa is full of bad habits. Suga only has one.

“So. You carry a whip in your briefcase,” Oikawa comments.
Suga shrugs, “It’s a normal thing for men my age to carry.”
(Or: It's complicated being a youkai hunter.)

"Akaashi Keiji," says Akaashi. His voice is low, a calm, pleasant timbre that fades easily into the background buzz of the studio. "Nice to meet you, Kozume-san. I'm in your hands today."

"Do you feel lucky, Iwa-chan?" Oikawa whispers.
Ahead of them, a bell tolls. Hands clap together in prayer.
Iwaizumi doesn't turn around.
"I know I am," he says.

Cullen and Dorian's friendship deepens. Cullen is a romantic. Dorian is literally cold. Cullen is no longer certain what he would consider surprising. Mages and Templars working in perfect cooperation, perhaps. Evil and corruption disappearing into the ground along with the blight, blood magic falling so far out of favor it ceased to be. A united Thedas: that would be a surprise.

"I win again," he declares triumphantly.
"I'll get you next time," says Oikawa, smile tinged with the sharp tang of summer.

It's no empty threat. Suga knows that he'll give it his very best, or kill himself trying, or, quite likely, kill them both. He's the worst. He's the best. (But, really, the worst, in the best way possible.)
how to meet and beat your perfect match, a manual: from back to front.
(or, four times suga beats oikawa and the one time he gets him back.)

Letters Dorian never sends to Halward Pavus frame a short story in which Dorian develops a resistance to being poisoned by Vitaar, among other things. For years now, Dorian has maintained a collection of half-composed and unsent letters home, the sorts of missives one writes in one’s head when one isn’t able to sleep.

Kei kisses him, or at least tries to, but they’re still giggling. They end up with mouths pressed close, exchanging gasped breaths. Tadashi ends up snorting, accidentally bashing his forehead into Kei’s and setting them into another laughing fit.

AU: Dorian gets married to please his parents, despite his misgivings. But when he hears of the explosion at the Conclave, he feels compelled to go south and make things right. He doesn't expect Lavellan, or the complications that come with him.

Origins AU where Tamlen didn't die but instead became a Grey Warden with Mahariel. Short one-shot of some fluffy fireside chatting.

Tamlen gets and unexpected gift from Alistair that in turn becomes and unexpected gift for Mahariel.

Oneshot set in DA:O AU where Tamlen lived to become a Grey Warden with Mahariel.

Alanna is sent to the convent. It doesn't mean she has to stay there.
An alternate universe, where Alanna find a different path to walk.

A future fic that takes place when Draco is 30, living in Edinburgh, Scotland. Draco owns a bookstore and ends up developing a correspondence with the author of his favorite novel.

Varric might have been a little liberal with his artistic licence when recounting the tale of the Champion. Specifically, when he less heavily implied and more outright stated that Hawke had a love interest who was, well, not him.

Cassandra disapproves.

Hawke returns from Weisshaupt. Varric's done some thinking while she's away.

Dorian shows the Inquisitor there's more than one way to make him see stars. Written with inatrice's Aedan Lavellan.

Cassandra turns down the Inquisitor because she doesn't think she's attracted to women. Scout Harding rather disagrees. Sometimes you think you know yourself so well that you fail to realize what's really there.

A post-final boss balcony scene for Harding and f!Lavellan.

While the world falls apart around them, it's the small, daily rituals they've established that hold Leliana and Josephine together.

This was ridiculous. She hated not understanding. She hated the fact that she could not discipline these strange, illogical reactions away.