Ship: Oikawa/Ushijima Fandom: Haikyuu Major Tags: None Other Tags: None Word Count: 480 words
The ‘If the stars were mine’ song caught me hard. So, yeah, divinity/incarnation AU.
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“Here,” Oikawa says and holds out his latest gift to Ushijima. It’s a rectangle of gold, draped with ribbons, showing a city set against mountains. Pale white spires rise high into the sky, gleaming against the green of the mountains, and the sky is a blue so deep and soft that it looks like cloth. Orange oceans lap against golden beaches and Ushijima can hear the faintest snatch of birdsong warbling out.
Ushijima reaches out and pinches the air just above the painting. The paint comes free, leaving behind a blank canvas, and he drapes the painting around his shoulders like a cloak. He can feel the scurrying of small lifeforms in the cloth, the warmth of a sun over his shoulders and the coolness of twilight at his spine. Below, at his feet, the painting spills over into inky blackness dotted with the swirling, colored orbs of other planets and sparkling stars like the tiniest of sequins.
“Thank you,” he says because he has learnt that if he does not thank Oikawa for his gifts, no matter how useless, Oikawa will sulk for eons as universes die and are born. Oikawa’s ability to sulk is one of the most reliable forces in the multiverse.
“...It wasn’t for wearing,” Oikawa says, but Ushijima’s thanks seems to have mollified him.
“Then what was it for?” Ushijima asks.
“For growing. For evolving. For--” And there is a touch of color now on Oikawa’s cheeks. “--Living in.”
“Ah.” Ushijima thinks he understands. “You wish to incarnate ourselves.”
“It has been a long while since we’ve done so.” Oikawa reached out and brushed his fingertips over a field in the painting. Flowers blossomed, turning green spread to yellow instead. “And this world would be perfect for us.”
“I’ll see you in our mortal life,” Ushijima says and sweeps the painting off his shoulders. He throws it over both of their heads and stars rain down over them. Caught in Oikawa’s eyelashes, they sparkle at at him like a promise, like Oikawa’s smile.
He’s born smiling, born knowing that somewhere out there is his own heart’s love and they will meet again.
*
“Here,” Oikawa says and sets a jar of water and glitter onto the bedside table. “Captured stars, just for you.”
“Cheesy,” Ushijima says because he’s only nineteen and it takes eons to learn how to handle Oikawa, eons that neither of them know yet that they’ll have.
Oikawa feigns a pout, then opens the jar. Too quickly for Ushijima to reach, Oikawa dips his hand inside, then smears his glittering fingertips over Ushijima’s face. Ushjima’s hand closes around Oikawa’s wrist to stop him but by then it’s too late.
They freeze like that, glitter dripping down Ushijima’s face in watery trails, and Oikawa smiles suddenly.
“Somehow,” he muses, kissing Ushijima’s wet lips for just a second, “It suits you to wear the stars.”
FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T
Fandom: Haikyuu
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: None
Word Count: 480 words
The ‘If the stars were mine’ song caught me hard. So, yeah, divinity/incarnation AU.
***
“Here,” Oikawa says and holds out his latest gift to Ushijima. It’s a rectangle of gold, draped with ribbons, showing a city set against mountains. Pale white spires rise high into the sky, gleaming against the green of the mountains, and the sky is a blue so deep and soft that it looks like cloth. Orange oceans lap against golden beaches and Ushijima can hear the faintest snatch of birdsong warbling out.
Ushijima reaches out and pinches the air just above the painting. The paint comes free, leaving behind a blank canvas, and he drapes the painting around his shoulders like a cloak. He can feel the scurrying of small lifeforms in the cloth, the warmth of a sun over his shoulders and the coolness of twilight at his spine. Below, at his feet, the painting spills over into inky blackness dotted with the swirling, colored orbs of other planets and sparkling stars like the tiniest of sequins.
“Thank you,” he says because he has learnt that if he does not thank Oikawa for his gifts, no matter how useless, Oikawa will sulk for eons as universes die and are born. Oikawa’s ability to sulk is one of the most reliable forces in the multiverse.
“...It wasn’t for wearing,” Oikawa says, but Ushijima’s thanks seems to have mollified him.
“Then what was it for?” Ushijima asks.
“For growing. For evolving. For--” And there is a touch of color now on Oikawa’s cheeks. “--Living in.”
“Ah.” Ushijima thinks he understands. “You wish to incarnate ourselves.”
“It has been a long while since we’ve done so.” Oikawa reached out and brushed his fingertips over a field in the painting. Flowers blossomed, turning green spread to yellow instead. “And this world would be perfect for us.”
“I’ll see you in our mortal life,” Ushijima says and sweeps the painting off his shoulders. He throws it over both of their heads and stars rain down over them. Caught in Oikawa’s eyelashes, they sparkle at at him like a promise, like Oikawa’s smile.
He’s born smiling, born knowing that somewhere out there is his own heart’s love and they will meet again.
*
“Here,” Oikawa says and sets a jar of water and glitter onto the bedside table. “Captured stars, just for you.”
“Cheesy,” Ushijima says because he’s only nineteen and it takes eons to learn how to handle Oikawa, eons that neither of them know yet that they’ll have.
Oikawa feigns a pout, then opens the jar. Too quickly for Ushijima to reach, Oikawa dips his hand inside, then smears his glittering fingertips over Ushijima’s face. Ushjima’s hand closes around Oikawa’s wrist to stop him but by then it’s too late.
They freeze like that, glitter dripping down Ushijima’s face in watery trails, and Oikawa smiles suddenly.
“Somehow,” he muses, kissing Ushijima’s wet lips for just a second, “It suits you to wear the stars.”