Thread by @miya_mang

#osaaka | moon god osamu, consort akaashi, possessive osamu

"Osamu-sama, forgive me for interrupting you while you are resting."

Bokuto’s loud and cheery voice was uncharacteristically somber and serious from behind the shoji doors.

"Its alright." Osamu says, keeping an eye on his slumbering husband in case he stirs.

"We have some lords claiming ownership over him." Bokuto says. Osamu’s inhales sharply, slightly annoyed that his post coitus snuggle is interrupted.

"Very well. I'm coming."

He extracts himself from Akaashi’s limbs, carefully tucking him back into the sheets before standing up.

He doesnt even bother dressing up properly, following Bokuto to the foyer of his and Atsumu’s palace clad only in pants and a loose untied robe. His tattoos glimmer

under the moonlight that spills through the open corridors, its intricate lines that snakes up from his navel to his neck and down his arms. The mark of gods, his own similar to his twin except for the small crescent moon on the left of his chest, right above his heart.

His necklace, a small jar filled with starlight, a gift from his beloved, glowed bright, rivalling the pale moonlight.

As he reached the foyer, he sees three men. They were dressed lavishly like the nobles they claimed to be, but Osamu has no time for stupid pranks.

"There he is! The god of the moon himself!"

"Bokuto why are they in my palace again?" Osamu asked, annoyed.

"You took our star!" One of the nobles declared. "He was to be ours! His duties belong to the city-"

"Yours?"

Osamu’s voice boomed loud like thunder, echoing through the marble foyer. His previous bored tone was replaced with something ice cold.

"How dare you lay claim to what is mine." As Osamu slowly stepped forward, the nobles felt an invisible force forcing them down to their

knees. Osamu's slate gray eyes glowed menacingly in the dark, looking down at them.

"His duties are to your city? Don't make me laugh. My husband will be in nothing but chains as you humans drain him of his power."

"But his destiny-"

"Is with me, you worthless mortal!"

cw: blood and violence

A swipe of a hand and the body of the noble who spoke split in half. His companions watched with wide eyes and trembling feet as the body slumped to the ground, blood oozing out.

"I do not care about what you mortals consider destiny. But his place is

here. With me." He reached out to grab the back of a noble's hair, yanking it back so that their gazes meet.

"You understand me?" When he receives no answer, Osamu shakes his head. "I said, do you understand me?"

"Y-yes." He shakily answered. Osamu released him, throwing him to

his companion's dead body. The noble shrieked and backed away in horror.

"Ah, so noisy. I swear-"

Osamu paused. He straightened his back, his eyes no longer cold as he looks upwards.

"I'm busy. Throw them out." He says to Bokuto. The knight bows as Osamu rushes past him.

In their room, Akaashi wakes up, brain foggy from his sleep. His aching body felt cold despite the thick blankets, and he realized that his husband isn't there with him.

"Osamu?" He calls out softly.

He tries to lift his upper body but he immediately collapses back into the

soft mattress. His limbs ache and there were bitemarks all over his body. He groans slightly.

"Osamu?"

"What are you doing up, my love?" A warm hand was placed on his half clothed back. Akaashi’s eyes looked up to see Osamu looking worriedly at him.

"Lie back down." His lover said gently.

"You were gone." Akaashi mumbles as Osamu pulls him into his embrace. He sighs at the warmth, snuggling into Osamu’s chest.

"Apologies, darling. It wont happen again." Osamu says, smiling as he gently sifts his fingers through Akaashi’s

hair. The strands glittered like starlight.

"Okay," Akaashi murmurs, inching up to kiss Osamu’s cheek. "Goodnight, Samu."

"Goodnight, my love."

/end

no yall pls I have this brain rot pleaaaaassseeee