Ship: Miya Atsumu/Miya Osamu Fandom: Haikyuu!! Major Tags: Incest Other Tags: Drowning imagery, nightmares Original Work:link by nautilics Word Count: 456
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You'll have to let go of each other one day, you know.
Their mother says it to them with a smile when they're young, when they're in preschool and they won't stop gripping each other's hands, refusing to speak to anyone else when they can just stick to what's already familiar. They cry when they're pulled apart, they howl when they're out of sight, like they're comforting themselves with the fact that they can at least still hear each other, but it's unbearable for everyone involved.
It's easier to keep them together and so together they stay, inseparable and almost indistinguishable from each other all the way through elementary school, and then for the first half of middle school.
It's towards the end of their second year of middle school that Atsumu's nightmares begin.
The first time it happens, he screams himself awake, scrabbling at his sheets, sitting up in bed and feeling the water still pushing against him from his dream. His mother rushes into the room, but he's already on the other side of the room, climbing into Osamu's bed and curling against him, holding onto him so tightly that it takes both their parents to pry him away and get him back into his own bed.
"You okay?" Osamu asks, whisper-quiet once their parents have gone back to sleep.
Atsumu thinks about it, about his dream, about the red thread that started from him and ended wrapped around Osamu's throat and his arms, dragging him down into the water, binding him so that he couldn't even fight to save himself.
With a deep breath, Atsumu hums quietly. "Yeah."
Osamu huffs quietly. "Liar."
When Atsumu has the same nightmare again, he's just started his final year of middle school and he doesn't scream this time. He wakes up, his heart pounding in his ears, and thinks back on the details of the dream. It's all the same as he remembers from the first time. He thinks about the red thread again, wrapped even tighter around Osamu this time. It still starts from Atsumu, like this whole thing is his fault, and he's starting to understand what it means, what he can and can't do, what he wants, and what he shouldn't.
So when they're at volleyball practice the next morning and their coach asks them to pair up for drills, Atsumu picks someone else. It leaves Osamu standing there for a moment, blinking at him, surprised and hurt before finding another partner himself, and that hurts Atsumu too.
He doesn't want to deal with other people. He isn't interested in the world outside of the two of them. It's new and difficult and unpleasant.
It's still better than letting his dream come true.
FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, T
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: Incest
Other Tags: Drowning imagery, nightmares
Original Work: link by
Word Count: 456
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You'll have to let go of each other one day, you know.
Their mother says it to them with a smile when they're young, when they're in preschool and they won't stop gripping each other's hands, refusing to speak to anyone else when they can just stick to what's already familiar. They cry when they're pulled apart, they howl when they're out of sight, like they're comforting themselves with the fact that they can at least still hear each other, but it's unbearable for everyone involved.
It's easier to keep them together and so together they stay, inseparable and almost indistinguishable from each other all the way through elementary school, and then for the first half of middle school.
It's towards the end of their second year of middle school that Atsumu's nightmares begin.
The first time it happens, he screams himself awake, scrabbling at his sheets, sitting up in bed and feeling the water still pushing against him from his dream. His mother rushes into the room, but he's already on the other side of the room, climbing into Osamu's bed and curling against him, holding onto him so tightly that it takes both their parents to pry him away and get him back into his own bed.
"You okay?" Osamu asks, whisper-quiet once their parents have gone back to sleep.
Atsumu thinks about it, about his dream, about the red thread that started from him and ended wrapped around Osamu's throat and his arms, dragging him down into the water, binding him so that he couldn't even fight to save himself.
With a deep breath, Atsumu hums quietly. "Yeah."
Osamu huffs quietly. "Liar."
When Atsumu has the same nightmare again, he's just started his final year of middle school and he doesn't scream this time. He wakes up, his heart pounding in his ears, and thinks back on the details of the dream. It's all the same as he remembers from the first time. He thinks about the red thread again, wrapped even tighter around Osamu this time. It still starts from Atsumu, like this whole thing is his fault, and he's starting to understand what it means, what he can and can't do, what he wants, and what he shouldn't.
So when they're at volleyball practice the next morning and their coach asks them to pair up for drills, Atsumu picks someone else. It leaves Osamu standing there for a moment, blinking at him, surprised and hurt before finding another partner himself, and that hurts Atsumu too.
He doesn't want to deal with other people. He isn't interested in the world outside of the two of them. It's new and difficult and unpleasant.
It's still better than letting his dream come true.