Bokuto Koutarou/Akaashi Keiji/Kuroo Tetsurou, Haikyuu!! Tags: None Little Red Riding Hood AU Word count: 1594 words
Once upon a time, there was a boy. His name was Keiji, but his mother made him wear a red cloak so that he wouldn’t get lost in the woods, and soon, people just started calling him by his surname, Akaashi. Akaashi was loved by everyone in his village; he was kind, selfless, and always knew how to make other people feel better.
Over the years, Akaashi grew into a handsome young man and started to help out around the village, sending food to the elderly and keeping them company.
“Your grandmother isn’t feeling too well,” his mother told him as she gave him a basket of all sorts of sweets to take to her. Inside the basket, there were some homemade Baumkuchen and Castella, as well as various fruits picked out from their garden. It looked delicious. Akaashi’s mother also gave him a flask of hot, steaming tea. “Take these to Obaachan, and don’t forget your cloak!”
Akaashi took the basket, fastened his crimson cloak around him, and walked through the woods, taking his time. He found some beautiful flowers along the way and decided to make a small bouquet for Obaachan; daisies and poppies were her favourite. Obaachan said that red was her favourite colour, because it reminded her of Akaashi.
The afternoon sun was starting to set when Akaashi heard a rustle in the bushes behind him. He turned around, but no one was there.
“That’s weird,” muttered Akaashi to himself. He continued to walk a little more cautiously, but he heard the same noise behind him again. When he turned around, he saw someone - no, something standing behind a tree, eyeing him. A large wolf leapt forward, his eyes glinting maliciously under the sunlight.
“Hello,” the Wolf said, baring his teeth. He looked at Akaashi with hungry eyes and then glanced at the basket in his hands. “Are you lost, love?”
“No; I’m quite fine, thank you,” Akaashi replied. His hand instinctively went to the knife he carried in his pocket.
“Where are you headed?” asked the Wolf, his eyes still on Akaashi’s basket.
“North,” lied Akaashi. He was heading West, but he wasn’t about to tell the Wolf that.
“Hmm,” nodded the Wolf. “I must say, though, the Castella smells amazing,” he glanced up at Akaashi again.
Keen to get away from the Wolf, Akaashi was struck with a sudden idea.
“Would you like a piece?” asked Akaashi, lifting up the lid of the basket. The fresh scent seemed too tempting for the Wolf, who nodded and took a slice of the sponge cake.
“Thanks,” smiled the Wolf, his teeth still flashing threateningly. “I’m Kuroo, by the way.”
Akaashi, knowing better than to trust Kuroo, merely ignored him and kept walking.
“I’d be careful if I were you. There’s been a trickster out lately …” Kuroo called out to Akaashi, but Akaashi had already started to walk off towards his grandmother’s house. He didn’t want Kuroo the Wolf to waste his time any more. “Wait!” Kuroo let out a strangled cry in a final attempt to stop Akaashi.
Feeling sorry him, Akaashi turned around. Kuroo looked at him with pleading eyes - or as pleadingly as a wolf could possibly look, he supposed - and crept forward. Still keeping his hand on the dagger he carried around, Akaashi stared back at the Wolf. Perhaps it was a trick of the light, but Akaashi thought that Kuroo’s eyes looked almost human for the briefest moment.
“I’m … I need help …” Kuroo whispered, glancing around Akaashi. “What’s your name?” Akaashi checked his watch; the sun was starting to set and he really wanted to get to his grandmother’s house before dark. He pursed his lips. “I’m Akaashi,” he said quickly.
Kuroo looked relieved at knowing Akaashi’s name. “Akaashi,” he repeated in a soft voice. “You probably won’t believe me, but that’s okay. I just have to try …” Kuroo sounded as though he was talking more to himself than Akaashi, but he continued anyway. “You see … I’m not actually a wolf,” murmured Kuroo.
Akaashi almost laughed - he had read enough books and seen enough films in his life to figure out that there was a high chance that Kuroo was lying through his pointy teeth. “Kuroo … I don’t have time for this,” Akaashi told the Wolf honestly. “I have to go to my grandmother’s …”
“Akaashi, please …” begged Kuroo. “All I need is to ki - ,”
“No,” Akaashi snapped. There was no way in hell he was going to kiss a wolf, for crying out loud! Without another word from Kuroo, he stormed off to his grandmother’s house, feeling annoyed that Kuroo had wasted all his time. It was getting darker now, so Akaashi picked up his pace until he found, some ten minutes later, his grandmother’s house lighting up in the darkness of the woods.
Akaashi ran to the front door, excited to see his grandmother. When he walked inside, however, he knew immediately that something was wrong.
Obaachan was nowhere to be found; her bed was empty and there was no note.
“Obaachan?” Akaashi called through the house, looking through the kitchen and bathroom, but she wasn’t there. He felt sick to his stomach; had Kuroo by any chance gotten to the house earlier and eaten her?!
Akaashi did the only sensible thing he could do at that point; he called the huntsman and a good friend, Bokutou Koutarou.
“Hi, Bokuto-san. It’s Akaashi. I have a problem here, my grandmother’s missing, she …”
The front door banged open and Kuroo stood, panting at the door. “Quick! Akaashi, your grandmother, she got taken away by the trickster, I think,” Kuroo explained in hushed tones, pointing to the hill just beyond Obaachan’s house.
“Did I hear ‘trickster’?” Bokuto asked on the phone.
“Oh, yes. Uh, someone’s just informed me that Obaachan’s been taken away by the trickster. Do you happen to know who he is?” Akaashi didn’t want to sound too panicked; he left the house and followed Kuroo, not caring if it was a trap. He needed to find his grandmother.
“Her name,” Bokuto corrected him, “is Shimizu Kiyoko. She’s the fairy who lives in the forest and lures unsuspecting people into her garden and then … well … I’ll come help you!” Bokuto hung up the phone.
Akaashi could feel his heart racing as he ran behind Kuroo. He was scared, but Obaachan must have felt even more frightened! He felt a pair of strong hands pat his back and he turned to see a friendly face.
“Bokuto-san!” Akaashi had never been so relieved to see the huntsman.
“Let’s go get Obaachan back!” cried Bokuto, charging ahead. “Wait, who are you?!” Bokuto turned to Kuroo who was running alongside them.
“I’m Kuroo, the Big, Bad Wolf, apparently,” there was a hint of bitterness in Kuroo’s tone. “Shimizu-san, the trickster, she cast a spell on me … she told me that I suited being a wolf because I was better off alone. I can’t change to my human form unless I do some ridiculous self-sacrificing act or someone kisses me,” he sighed.
Suddenly, they pulled up near the edge of a glittering garden. It glowed in the dark, with mysterious plants and flowers shimmering under the moonlight. Akaashi made to go forth and find Obaachan, but Bokuto, however, stopped and turned to face Kuroo.
“That’s it? You just need a kiss to go back to being human?” Without another word, Bokuto leaned in and kissed Kuroo, much to Akaashi’s - and apparently Kuroo’s - surprise. Kuroo yelped and leapt back, but he was transfiguring before their eyes. In less than ten seconds, a tall, handsome man was gazing back at Bokuto with twinkling eyes.
“Th-thank you,” Kuroo murmured, touching his own face and observing his hands under the stars.
Akaashi felt extremely guilty. He should’ve trusted Kuroo, he could’ve kissed him, and yet …
“I’m sorry, Kuroo,” Akaashi looked at Kuroo, who shrugged, smiling.
“Nah, don’t worry about it. I would’ve done the same, probably,” Kuroo told him, patting him on the back. “Now let’s go save your grandmother,” he said, and the three of them walked through the garden to the large treehouse that glittered with fairy lights.
With Bokuto’s fighting skills, Kuroo’s strength, and Akaashi’s speed, the three of them managed to successfully save Obaachan, and escaped from Shimizu-san. She didn’t seem too upset that they took Obaachan away; on the contrary, she smiled at them and told them that she was impressed with their teamwork.
Finally, Bokuto, Kuroo, and Akaashi made it back to Obaachan’s cottage and they sat by the fireplace, eating the sweets that Akaashi’s mother had made earlier that day. Later that evening, they put Obaachan to bed, and the three of them sat outside in the garden, looking up at the night sky.
“Thank you for saving me, Bokuto,” Kuroo said, placing his hand in Bokuto’s open palm. “And thank you, Akaashi, for giving me a chance to help you.”
“Thank you for helping me save my grandmother; both of you,” whispered Akaashi, holding Bokuto’s other hand, who sat in between them.
Bokuto didn’t say anything but spluttered, embarrassed. There was a comfortable silence that followed as the three of them held hands and gazed up at the stars together.
“That one kinda looks like three lovers holding onto each other,” Bokuto gestured up at the constellation above them, not letting go of Akaashi’s hand as he pointed to the sky. “And that one,” he lifted the hand that held Kuroo’s, “looks like an infinity symbol.”
FILL: Team Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, G
Tags: None
Little Red Riding Hood AU
Word count: 1594 words
Once upon a time, there was a boy. His name was Keiji, but his mother made him wear a red cloak so that he wouldn’t get lost in the woods, and soon, people just started calling him by his surname, Akaashi. Akaashi was loved by everyone in his village; he was kind, selfless, and always knew how to make other people feel better.
Over the years, Akaashi grew into a handsome young man and started to help out around the village, sending food to the elderly and keeping them company.
“Your grandmother isn’t feeling too well,” his mother told him as she gave him a basket of all sorts of sweets to take to her. Inside the basket, there were some homemade Baumkuchen and Castella, as well as various fruits picked out from their garden. It looked delicious. Akaashi’s mother also gave him a flask of hot, steaming tea. “Take these to Obaachan, and don’t forget your cloak!”
Akaashi took the basket, fastened his crimson cloak around him, and walked through the woods, taking his time. He found some beautiful flowers along the way and decided to make a small bouquet for Obaachan; daisies and poppies were her favourite. Obaachan said that red was her favourite colour, because it reminded her of Akaashi.
The afternoon sun was starting to set when Akaashi heard a rustle in the bushes behind him. He turned around, but no one was there.
“That’s weird,” muttered Akaashi to himself. He continued to walk a little more cautiously, but he heard the same noise behind him again. When he turned around, he saw someone - no, something standing behind a tree, eyeing him. A large wolf leapt forward, his eyes glinting maliciously under the sunlight.
“Hello,” the Wolf said, baring his teeth. He looked at Akaashi with hungry eyes and then glanced at the basket in his hands. “Are you lost, love?”
“No; I’m quite fine, thank you,” Akaashi replied. His hand instinctively went to the knife he carried in his pocket.
“Where are you headed?” asked the Wolf, his eyes still on Akaashi’s basket.
“North,” lied Akaashi. He was heading West, but he wasn’t about to tell the Wolf that.
“Hmm,” nodded the Wolf. “I must say, though, the Castella smells amazing,” he glanced up at Akaashi again.
Keen to get away from the Wolf, Akaashi was struck with a sudden idea.
“Would you like a piece?” asked Akaashi, lifting up the lid of the basket. The fresh scent seemed too tempting for the Wolf, who nodded and took a slice of the sponge cake.
“Thanks,” smiled the Wolf, his teeth still flashing threateningly. “I’m Kuroo, by the way.”
Akaashi, knowing better than to trust Kuroo, merely ignored him and kept walking.
“I’d be careful if I were you. There’s been a trickster out lately …” Kuroo called out to Akaashi, but Akaashi had already started to walk off towards his grandmother’s house. He didn’t want Kuroo the Wolf to waste his time any more. “Wait!” Kuroo let out a strangled cry in a final attempt to stop Akaashi.
Feeling sorry him, Akaashi turned around. Kuroo looked at him with pleading eyes - or as pleadingly as a wolf could possibly look, he supposed - and crept forward. Still keeping his hand on the dagger he carried around, Akaashi stared back at the Wolf. Perhaps it was a trick of the light, but Akaashi thought that Kuroo’s eyes looked almost human for the briefest moment.
“I’m … I need help …” Kuroo whispered, glancing around Akaashi. “What’s your name?”
Akaashi checked his watch; the sun was starting to set and he really wanted to get to his grandmother’s house before dark. He pursed his lips. “I’m Akaashi,” he said quickly.
Kuroo looked relieved at knowing Akaashi’s name. “Akaashi,” he repeated in a soft voice. “You probably won’t believe me, but that’s okay. I just have to try …” Kuroo sounded as though he was talking more to himself than Akaashi, but he continued anyway. “You see … I’m not actually a wolf,” murmured Kuroo.
Akaashi almost laughed - he had read enough books and seen enough films in his life to figure out that there was a high chance that Kuroo was lying through his pointy teeth.
“Kuroo … I don’t have time for this,” Akaashi told the Wolf honestly. “I have to go to my grandmother’s …”
“Akaashi, please …” begged Kuroo. “All I need is to ki - ,”
“No,” Akaashi snapped. There was no way in hell he was going to kiss a wolf, for crying out loud! Without another word from Kuroo, he stormed off to his grandmother’s house, feeling annoyed that Kuroo had wasted all his time. It was getting darker now, so Akaashi picked up his pace until he found, some ten minutes later, his grandmother’s house lighting up in the darkness of the woods.
Akaashi ran to the front door, excited to see his grandmother. When he walked inside, however, he knew immediately that something was wrong.
Obaachan was nowhere to be found; her bed was empty and there was no note.
“Obaachan?” Akaashi called through the house, looking through the kitchen and bathroom, but she wasn’t there. He felt sick to his stomach; had Kuroo by any chance gotten to the house earlier and eaten her?!
Akaashi did the only sensible thing he could do at that point; he called the huntsman and a good friend, Bokutou Koutarou.
“Hi, Bokuto-san. It’s Akaashi. I have a problem here, my grandmother’s missing, she …”
The front door banged open and Kuroo stood, panting at the door. “Quick! Akaashi, your grandmother, she got taken away by the trickster, I think,” Kuroo explained in hushed tones, pointing to the hill just beyond Obaachan’s house.
“Did I hear ‘trickster’?” Bokuto asked on the phone.
“Oh, yes. Uh, someone’s just informed me that Obaachan’s been taken away by the trickster. Do you happen to know who he is?” Akaashi didn’t want to sound too panicked; he left the house and followed Kuroo, not caring if it was a trap. He needed to find his grandmother.
“Her name,” Bokuto corrected him, “is Shimizu Kiyoko. She’s the fairy who lives in the forest and lures unsuspecting people into her garden and then … well … I’ll come help you!” Bokuto hung up the phone.
Akaashi could feel his heart racing as he ran behind Kuroo. He was scared, but Obaachan must have felt even more frightened! He felt a pair of strong hands pat his back and he turned to see a friendly face.
“Bokuto-san!” Akaashi had never been so relieved to see the huntsman.
“Let’s go get Obaachan back!” cried Bokuto, charging ahead. “Wait, who are you?!” Bokuto turned to Kuroo who was running alongside them.
“I’m Kuroo, the Big, Bad Wolf, apparently,” there was a hint of bitterness in Kuroo’s tone. “Shimizu-san, the trickster, she cast a spell on me … she told me that I suited being a wolf because I was better off alone. I can’t change to my human form unless I do some ridiculous self-sacrificing act or someone kisses me,” he sighed.
Suddenly, they pulled up near the edge of a glittering garden. It glowed in the dark, with mysterious plants and flowers shimmering under the moonlight. Akaashi made to go forth and find Obaachan, but Bokuto, however, stopped and turned to face Kuroo.
“That’s it? You just need a kiss to go back to being human?” Without another word, Bokuto leaned in and kissed Kuroo, much to Akaashi’s - and apparently Kuroo’s - surprise. Kuroo yelped and leapt back, but he was transfiguring before their eyes. In less than ten seconds, a tall, handsome man was gazing back at Bokuto with twinkling eyes.
“Th-thank you,” Kuroo murmured, touching his own face and observing his hands under the stars.
Akaashi felt extremely guilty. He should’ve trusted Kuroo, he could’ve kissed him, and yet …
“I’m sorry, Kuroo,” Akaashi looked at Kuroo, who shrugged, smiling.
“Nah, don’t worry about it. I would’ve done the same, probably,” Kuroo told him, patting him on the back. “Now let’s go save your grandmother,” he said, and the three of them walked through the garden to the large treehouse that glittered with fairy lights.
With Bokuto’s fighting skills, Kuroo’s strength, and Akaashi’s speed, the three of them managed to successfully save Obaachan, and escaped from Shimizu-san. She didn’t seem too upset that they took Obaachan away; on the contrary, she smiled at them and told them that she was impressed with their teamwork.
Finally, Bokuto, Kuroo, and Akaashi made it back to Obaachan’s cottage and they sat by the fireplace, eating the sweets that Akaashi’s mother had made earlier that day. Later that evening, they put Obaachan to bed, and the three of them sat outside in the garden, looking up at the night sky.
“Thank you for saving me, Bokuto,” Kuroo said, placing his hand in Bokuto’s open palm. “And thank you, Akaashi, for giving me a chance to help you.”
“Thank you for helping me save my grandmother; both of you,” whispered Akaashi, holding Bokuto’s other hand, who sat in between them.
Bokuto didn’t say anything but spluttered, embarrassed. There was a comfortable silence that followed as the three of them held hands and gazed up at the stars together.
“That one kinda looks like three lovers holding onto each other,” Bokuto gestured up at the constellation above them, not letting go of Akaashi’s hand as he pointed to the sky. “And that one,” he lifted the hand that held Kuroo’s, “looks like an infinity symbol.”