Blood, Graphic depictions of violence/gore (just some mild fantasy violence, HQ!!Quest is a video game after all) WC: 1053
Notes: why would you give me a fire emblem quote and a haikyuu quest prompt?? why would you do this to meee i hope you're happy with this nonsense *⋆*✩(๑•̀ᴗ-♡)✩*⋆*
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The Grand King posed dramatically, dark cape fluttering in the breeze. He must look very dashing right now, or so he figured. He sneered as he stared down his nose at the meddlesome intruders making their last stand.
"We demons will plunder this world! It is ours for the taking," Oikawa hissed, red eyes flashing dangerously. "How dare you challenge me. Kuroo and Kiyoko may have succumbed, but I will not bow to the likes of you, heroes."
He wasn't surprised to see Tobio-chan betray him – or rather, for his troops to mutiny against Tobio and render all his arrogant pride utterly useless. He had always been a disposable pawn in this game, and Oikawa took no small pleasure in watching him leave the kingdom in disgrace, abandoning his armor for the rags of a common archer. The redheaded Chibi-chan was a nuisance, but it didn't matter if he picked up Tobio-chan as the charity case he was. (Tobio was a worthless scrap of trash to grind beneath the heel of his polished white boots.) He barely raised an eyebrow when Chibi-chan went about raising an army, if it could be called that – the wall of muscle might be intimidating one on one, but it was hardly a threat to a demon king, and Kuroo's genre-savvy little friend and his pet bird wouldn't tip the scales.
It was Iwaizumi that cracked the glossy veneer of confidence.
"So serious, Iwa-chan, you'll get frown lines grimacing like that," Oikawa taunted, but didn't make eye contact. Try as he might, his smile faltered at the sight of his knight, his most loyal protector, leveling the sword at his chest. He laughed and repelled the paladin with a wave of dark magic, but the laugh felt like shards of glass were caught in his throat. He had waited so long to see him again, but it had to turn out like this.
He thought he could take on the world as long as Iwaizumi was by his side. Hadn't they made an oath to stay together? Wasn't that the reason Iwaizumi first took up a sword?
The first blow to hit home was an arrow. Oikawa glowered at Kageyama, but before he could wrench the wooden shaft from his shoulder and transmute his kouhai into finger paint, the little redhead finished their combination. Oikawa yelped as the glowing sword slashed a shallow wound across his chest and sent him staggering backward.
"You dare strike a king?" Oikawa seethed through a vicious smile. "You'll pay for that insolence, Chibi-chan, Tobio-chan."
"His barrier spell is down. I'll buff your stats, so everyone, attack now," Kenma's flat voice called over the din of battle.
The heroes let out a rallying cry and charged. They didn't know what they were dealing with.
Oikawa dropped his playful façade and snarled. He raised his arms and summoned billowing waves of demonic power, then released it. It was his finishing move. Tendrils of black smoke seeped into the weak spots in their hearts, amplifying their insecurities and turning their fears against them. A whimpering Hinata clung to Kageyama and Kenma, while Aone attempted to shield them with his bulk. One by one the heroes cried out and dropped to their knees.
All but Iwaizumi.
Iwaizumi strode calmly through the storm and came to face Oikawa head-on with a scowl. The demonic aura washed harmlessly off his enchanted armor. The blade was pointed at the Grand King's chest, and this time, Oikawa didn't knock it aside. His fingers came up to brush against the steel, touching it almost affectionately. That sword had been a gift. Once upon a time, Oikawa had that sword forged just so he could present it to his loyal retainer. Iwaizumi was still using it; how sentimental.
Oikawa knighted him Sir Iwa-chan and ordered the troops to refer to him as such, and what a lovely shade of red Iwaizumi's face had become as he roared in protest and chased him around the throne room. He couldn't help but tease – his demon blood ran hot for tricks and lies – but at least Iwa-chan always kept the worst of it in check. He never once thought Iwa-chan would leave him someday.
"You were supposed to stop me before I went too far," Oikawa pouted, as though his conquest was Iwaizumi's fault. "You promised."
"Why do you think I joined them?" the knight retorted gruffly.
Then Iwaizumi pushed forward, piercing Oikawa's black heart.
His breath hitched into a gasp, but he barely made a sound as the sword sank in to the hilt. Oikawa's shaking hands clasped around Iwaizumi's as he swayed on his feet. Blood spattered the ground, staining his white boots red. The demon's skin went deathly pale, red eyes glazed over, but he still struggled to smile.
"You deserved better from me…"
…Than one sword, and a world of troubles.
Oikawa thudded to his knees, as Hinata and the heroes let out a rousing cheer.
"The Grand King is defeated! We did it!"
Iwaizumi's fingers stroked through soft hair, and came to grasp at the base of his horns, tipping his limp head up. Something was pressed to his lips. The sword was wrenched free, and as the knight wiped the blade clean on the hem of Oikawa's cloak, he muttered, "Like hell I'm letting you have a dramatic death scene, dumbass. I used a potion on you. Stand up, Shittykawa."
Oikawa peeked through one eye. "No, no, Iwa-chan, you're supposed to cradle my broken body to your strong chest, give me one last kiss, and then weep manly tears for me. Don't you know anything?"
Iwaizumi tilted his chin up and glared dangerously. The vein on his forehead throbbed. "I'm going to stab you again. I only had one potion, but I swear, Shittykawa, after you made me go through an entire campaign—"
Oikawa yipped in pain as the knight kicked him in the ribs. He hastily gathered his stained cloak and scrambled to his feet, attempted to strike a dashing pose to leave a lingering impression on the heroes, and was promptly kicked in the back by the same brutish knight. Iwaizumi waved to the heroes before turning to deal with Oikawa.
"So mean, Iwa-chaaaan!" the Grand King wailed as he was marched off by his ear.
FILL: TEAM AOYAGI HAJIME/TESHIMA JUNTA, T
Notes: why would you give me a fire emblem quote and a haikyuu quest prompt?? why would you do this to meee i hope you're happy with this nonsense *⋆*✩(๑•̀ᴗ-♡)✩*⋆*
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The Grand King posed dramatically, dark cape fluttering in the breeze. He must look very dashing right now, or so he figured. He sneered as he stared down his nose at the meddlesome intruders making their last stand.
"We demons will plunder this world! It is ours for the taking," Oikawa hissed, red eyes flashing dangerously. "How dare you challenge me. Kuroo and Kiyoko may have succumbed, but I will not bow to the likes of you, heroes."
He wasn't surprised to see Tobio-chan betray him – or rather, for his troops to mutiny against Tobio and render all his arrogant pride utterly useless. He had always been a disposable pawn in this game, and Oikawa took no small pleasure in watching him leave the kingdom in disgrace, abandoning his armor for the rags of a common archer. The redheaded Chibi-chan was a nuisance, but it didn't matter if he picked up Tobio-chan as the charity case he was. (Tobio was a worthless scrap of trash to grind beneath the heel of his polished white boots.) He barely raised an eyebrow when Chibi-chan went about raising an army, if it could be called that – the wall of muscle might be intimidating one on one, but it was hardly a threat to a demon king, and Kuroo's genre-savvy little friend and his pet bird wouldn't tip the scales.
It was Iwaizumi that cracked the glossy veneer of confidence.
"So serious, Iwa-chan, you'll get frown lines grimacing like that," Oikawa taunted, but didn't make eye contact. Try as he might, his smile faltered at the sight of his knight, his most loyal protector, leveling the sword at his chest. He laughed and repelled the paladin with a wave of dark magic, but the laugh felt like shards of glass were caught in his throat. He had waited so long to see him again, but it had to turn out like this.
He thought he could take on the world as long as Iwaizumi was by his side. Hadn't they made an oath to stay together? Wasn't that the reason Iwaizumi first took up a sword?
The first blow to hit home was an arrow. Oikawa glowered at Kageyama, but before he could wrench the wooden shaft from his shoulder and transmute his kouhai into finger paint, the little redhead finished their combination. Oikawa yelped as the glowing sword slashed a shallow wound across his chest and sent him staggering backward.
"You dare strike a king?" Oikawa seethed through a vicious smile. "You'll pay for that insolence, Chibi-chan, Tobio-chan."
"His barrier spell is down. I'll buff your stats, so everyone, attack now," Kenma's flat voice called over the din of battle.
The heroes let out a rallying cry and charged. They didn't know what they were dealing with.
Oikawa dropped his playful façade and snarled. He raised his arms and summoned billowing waves of demonic power, then released it. It was his finishing move. Tendrils of black smoke seeped into the weak spots in their hearts, amplifying their insecurities and turning their fears against them. A whimpering Hinata clung to Kageyama and Kenma, while Aone attempted to shield them with his bulk. One by one the heroes cried out and dropped to their knees.
All but Iwaizumi.
Iwaizumi strode calmly through the storm and came to face Oikawa head-on with a scowl. The demonic aura washed harmlessly off his enchanted armor. The blade was pointed at the Grand King's chest, and this time, Oikawa didn't knock it aside. His fingers came up to brush against the steel, touching it almost affectionately. That sword had been a gift. Once upon a time, Oikawa had that sword forged just so he could present it to his loyal retainer. Iwaizumi was still using it; how sentimental.
Oikawa knighted him Sir Iwa-chan and ordered the troops to refer to him as such, and what a lovely shade of red Iwaizumi's face had become as he roared in protest and chased him around the throne room. He couldn't help but tease – his demon blood ran hot for tricks and lies – but at least Iwa-chan always kept the worst of it in check. He never once thought Iwa-chan would leave him someday.
"You were supposed to stop me before I went too far," Oikawa pouted, as though his conquest was Iwaizumi's fault. "You promised."
"Why do you think I joined them?" the knight retorted gruffly.
Then Iwaizumi pushed forward, piercing Oikawa's black heart.
His breath hitched into a gasp, but he barely made a sound as the sword sank in to the hilt. Oikawa's shaking hands clasped around Iwaizumi's as he swayed on his feet. Blood spattered the ground, staining his white boots red. The demon's skin went deathly pale, red eyes glazed over, but he still struggled to smile.
"You deserved better from me…"
…Than one sword, and a world of troubles.
Oikawa thudded to his knees, as Hinata and the heroes let out a rousing cheer.
"The Grand King is defeated! We did it!"
Iwaizumi's fingers stroked through soft hair, and came to grasp at the base of his horns, tipping his limp head up. Something was pressed to his lips. The sword was wrenched free, and as the knight wiped the blade clean on the hem of Oikawa's cloak, he muttered, "Like hell I'm letting you have a dramatic death scene, dumbass. I used a potion on you. Stand up, Shittykawa."
Oikawa peeked through one eye. "No, no, Iwa-chan, you're supposed to cradle my broken body to your strong chest, give me one last kiss, and then weep manly tears for me. Don't you know anything?"
Iwaizumi tilted his chin up and glared dangerously. The vein on his forehead throbbed. "I'm going to stab you again. I only had one potion, but I swear, Shittykawa, after you made me go through an entire campaign—"
Oikawa yipped in pain as the knight kicked him in the ribs. He hastily gathered his stained cloak and scrambled to his feet, attempted to strike a dashing pose to leave a lingering impression on the heroes, and was promptly kicked in the back by the same brutish knight. Iwaizumi waved to the heroes before turning to deal with Oikawa.
"So mean, Iwa-chaaaan!" the Grand King wailed as he was marched off by his ear.