A/N  @robinwhardyiii I finally finished the first part of your prompt! Man... =.= I had a lot of fun writing it, but when you lose your whole fricking file...    The most important thing is, I have a bunch of half written things in there!!!!! *bangs head on wall*

Midorima x Reader

"Shintarou," you called softly, opening the door to his workshop.

"Yes?" Midorima replied absently, bent over his table, scribbling furiously.

You walked in, carefully closing the door behind you with one hand while balancing a tray in the other. You made your way to Midorima, winding through the room and carefully stepping around the stacks of paper and model ships on the floor.

You set the tray on Midorima's table, smiling at him. "An important project?"

"A new ship, commissioned by the queen," Midorima confirmed. "Something that can act as both a carrier ship and a cruise ship."

You raised an eyebrow. "A ship built for both speed and comfort, huh?" You peered over your husband's shoulder, looking over the blueprints.

You held a hand out to Midorima. "Shintarou, lend me a pencil?"

The man surrendered the pencil in his hand without a complaint. You drew, fast, light strokes, making slight alterations to the shapes and curves, Satisfied, you handed Midorima his pencil back.

He studied the blueprint, before turning and giving you a grudging smile. "Sharp as always, (First Name)." He spotted the tray, and pulled a cup of tea over, sipping gratefully.

You gave him a peck on his cheek, ignoring the slight blush that still spread across his face after so many years. You started picking your way out again. You paused by the door. "Shintarou, will you be finished by supper?"

You saw the corners of his mouth curve. "I'm always finished by supper."

You laughed lightly. "I know."

Closing the door behind you, you caught your small green headed son by his collar when he tried to run past you. He pouted. "Mama, I wanna show this to Papa!"

You smiled gently at him. "Not now, honey. Papa's working right now."

His pout worsened. "Now, now," you soothed. "How about you show him over supper? And," you lowered your voice, "Maybe Papa will let you help work on his model ships later if you behave."

He immediately brightened. "Yay!"

You laughed. "Now, who wants to help me bake cookies?"

"Me!" He exclaimed, running towards the kitchen.

You followed at a more leisurely pace. You couldn't quite help the large grin that had spread across your face. I have the best family, ever!

Murasakibara x Reader

"Guys, pastries courtesy of the lady!"

You sashayed into the dockside construction site, balancing laden trays.

The workers instantly perked up, surging as one to converge apon the pastries. You smiled fondly at them, trying to make sure everyone got around the same amount.

"(Last Name)-chin..." Murasakibara's glum voice sounded. "I'm still hungry..."

You gave him a consoling pat on the arm. "The day's almost over," you comforted, before letting your bag and apron drop. You beamed. "Can I help with anything?"

You hurried around the site, handing people water and towels and doing busywork. You finally settled yourself on a ladder, helping paint the hull of the ship they were currently working on.

You chatted aimlessly with Murasakibara, who was beside you, so tall that he didn't need a ladder to paint the hull.

You suddenly spotted a street urchin streaking out from the streets, heading towards—your bag!

In a panic, you stood up. "Get away from my bag!" you cried out.

The workers' faces all swiveled towards the urchin, looking displeased. He gave a squeak, and ran back the way he came.

You lost your balance. The ladder tipped, and you were falling, falling—only to be caught by a large man.

Murasakibara righted the ladder with one hand, and settled you safely back onto it. "Be careful, (Last Name)-chin," he said languidly, as though nothing had happened. He turned back to his work, dipping his brush into the paint and spreading it onto the wood, while munching on a cookie he got from god-knows-where.

You blushed, ducking your head and pretending to check your dress for paint. "...Thanks, Murasakibara-san."

"No problem." He paused, and slid you a look. "But can you treat me to something sweet later? A new bakery opened on xx-street."

"Okay!" you agreed, before realizing something. Wait..! Did he just... ask me out on a date?!

Kise x Reader

You beamed at Kise, standing onto your tiptoes to straighten his captain's hat. You gave him one last once-over, satisfied, pride gleaming in your eyes.

He stepped back, saluting you. "So, I'll be going now, (First Name)-cchi!"

You returned the gesture. "Sail safe, Captain Kise!"

Kise gave you a thousand-watt smile, before turning and marching on board the new ship he was captain of—the Miraculous. "All on board!" he shouted, and the last stragglers clambered on. With a wave of his hand, the sailors had the ship leaving dock.

You stood by the sea, gazing at the horizon long after that familiar head of gold was no longer there.

Aomine x Reader

You sighed gratefully, letting the warm water wet your face. You had exactly five minutes in the shower, and hell if you weren't going to make the best of it.

You rapidly soaped yourself as the water cascaded down your back, washing away grime and fatigue. Working as one of the only women on a boat of mostly men, the work was hard—but actually, a lot better than you thought it would be.

As a child, you had always dreamed of sailing off into the sea, into the unknown, so when the famous ship Miraculous had stuck up notices around the town for female workers, you had snapped up the chance, despite warnings from everyone that you would probably be raped thirty times over.

You weren't.

The first mate, a large, burly man, had made it very clear upon arrival that no one was allowed to touch a hair of the female workers.

The water abruptly cut off. You sighed in disappointment, stepping out of the bathroom and into your room, wrapping a towel around yourself at the same time.

You quickly opened your trunk, rooting around for clothes, languid from the warmth. You were on a ship, the first mate was guaranteeing your safety, you had a rather nice, albeit small cabin to yourself, equipped with a locking mechanism. What could be better?

You smiled to yourself, pulling out a worn workdress, letting your towel drop.

Bang!

You shrieked, hands flying to preserve your modesty, when your door was kicked down.

One of the sailors—a large, unsavory man who leered at the women and copped a feel whenever the first mate wasn't looking—barged in, looking savage. "I don' give a hell what that motherfucker Aomine says," he snarled, backing you up in the corner. "I'm a grown, healthy man and when there's a fresh piece of meat in front of me—"

He didn't get to finish the sentence.

A large, tanned hand jerked the man into the air. "And what," Aomine Daiki, first mate of the ship Miraculous, growled, "do you think you're doing?"

The man gave a very unmanly squeak. Aomine snorted, tossing the man out disdainfully. "Latrine duty for a month," he called after the man, who had started scrambling away. "And I'm docking three weeks of your pay."

The man cursed as he ran off. While Aomine was preoccupied, you quickly grabbed the towel and clutched it to you.

Aomine glanced over, before turning dusky with embarrassment and looking away. "I apologize for the disorderly conduct, (Last Name)."

"It's alright," you said, although you were still a little shaky. You paused. "Uh... but would you mind getting out now? I have to dress."

"Oh!" His blush deepened. "I'm sorry." He started to leave immediately.

"Wait!" You called, suddenly rather curious. "Why?"

He turned back. "Huh?"

"Why do you insist of keeping us safe? I've seen the gravure in your room while cleaning it, you know. I thought you would have been first in line."

Aomine shrugged. "So what if I read gravure? Sure, all of the girls on the ship aren't bad looking. But it wouldn't be right, you know." He arched an eyebrow at you. "You do, right? I'm sure you don't want to be raped. I can get the guy back in here if you want to be."

You huffed, but thought what Aomine said through. "...You know, Aomine, you look like a jerk, but you're actually pretty nice, aren't you?"

"What?!" He glared at you. "that's it, I'm calling the guy back."

You laughed, hearing the joke in his tone. You threw the first thing you grabbed of at him (a book). "Get out, idiot!"

His returning laugh resonated through the wood of your door. "Whatever, (Last Name)."

Hayama x Reader

Your mother straightened your dress, before smiling and patting you on the head. "Alright, go play, (First Name)."

You beamed at her. "Okay, Mommy!"

You pelted down the hallway of the ship. Miraculous had started accepting peasant passengers, and though the environment wasn't the best, you loved it—lots of nooks and crannies for you to explore.

Suddenly, something dropped onto your head. You squeaked, tears coming to your eyes at the sudden pain.

"Ohmigod, I'm so sorry!" A hyper voice sounded above you. A small blond boy with bright green eyes scrambled down from the rigging of the ship. He ran to you in worry.

"I'm so, so sorry!" He gushed, eyes wide. "I didn't see you there!"

When you didn't show any signs of calming down, he visibly panicked. "Hey—hey, don't cry, okay?" he said frantically, obviously scared by the fact that there was a little girl in front of him bawling. He finally bit his lip, looking rather resigned. "Hey, don't cry! I'll show you somewhere really cool! I bet you haven't found it!"

You haven't found it? You peeked up at him. "...Where?"

He broke out into a smile, showing off his snaggletooth. "The kitchens!"

You considered it. You really hadn't found it yet, and you would like to know where it was, And, although you wouldn't admit it to yourself, you liked the cheerful blond. "...Really?"

His grin widened. "Of course! I'll swear on my honor as the son of one of the crew," and he thumped his fist on his chest, looking proud.

"...Okay."

"Yes!" He beamed, pumping his fist in the air. "There aren't any other kids around here, so I'm glad we're friends now!" He held a hand out to you. "Hi! I'm Hayama Kotarou."

You tentatively shook his hand. "...(Full Name)."

He abruptly shifted his grip, and then, the two of you were running across the deck, the boy pulling you behind you, both of you laughing. "Come on! I'll take you on an adventure!"

Akashi x Reader

"There," you said imperiously, pointing at a corner. Your maids obediently carried your trunk over, before backing away to let you inspect their work.

You surveyed your room for the next three months. Finally satisfied, you waved a hand to dismiss your maids.

As the daughter of one of the wealthiest nobles in the land, you had no trouble getting a ticket for the famous ship Miraculous, who had finally finished renovating and was taking nobles. You had missed watching the ship, and yourself with it leave dock because of the army of incompetent maids weren't capable of decorating your room to your taste by themselves.

But it was of no matter. You stretched, ready to check out the people on the ship.

You swept into the posh bar on the deck, ordering a flute of champagne to celebrate the start of your journey.

Leaning on the railing, your eyes roamed the deck, looking for a familiar face or simply an interesting one. Your gaze stopped on a head of red, and your breath nearly stopped.

Akashi Seijurou, the young, successful scion of the wealthy Akashi family. At the age of 23, he already had multiple business successes under his belt. He was courteous, smart, handsome, and single. The best man on the market right now—and also the most threatening.

Stay away from Akashi Seijurou, everyone said. He's too dangerous.

You smiled slowly, watching the man and shifting your weight. Intelligent scarlet eyes scanned the pages of his book at an incredible pace. He swirled the red wine in his glass in another hand. He turned a page, finally taking a sip of his drink.

You started across the deck, towards Akashi's table. You tipped your glass back, finishing the champagne in one gulp. Who cared about what other people said? You were young, pretty, rich and bored. You loved dangerous.

You slid into the seat across Akashi. Surprised red eyes rose to meet yours. "Hey," you purred.

A feline smile spread itself across proud features. Akashi reached fore his wine bottle, topping off his own glass and motioning at yours. "Care for a drink?"

Your smile widened. "I'd love one."

Kuroko x Reader

The diminutive blue-haired man smiled at you, despite the sad look in his eyes. "I'll be back before you notice I'm gone, (First Name)-chan," he said softly, cupping your cheek in his hand.

You sniffed, but managed to dredge up a smile. "Bon voyage, Tetsuya."

"Thank you." Kuroko pressed a quick kiss to your lips, and then he was gone.

You stayed to watch the ship disappear into the horizon. Tetsuya, come home soon...

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The newspaper slapped across the cobbles of street.

A few wayward pages fluttered in the soft breeze. Some concerned passerby eyed the disconsolate (hair colored) woman sobbing on the street, but decided to leave her alone.

The sunlight reflected off a shop window, onto the headlines: The ship Miraculous, sunk.

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The waiting was the worst.

You sat, day after day, by the dock, trying to get wind of who had been rescued. Your eyes had gone dull, your hair lost its luster, you looked like a scarecrow propped up.

And you waited.

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You rose to your feet, lips parted with astonishment. "Te...Tetsuya?"

Kuroko smiled tiredly. "Tadaima, (First Name)-chan. I'm sorry for making you worry."

You burst into tears, enveloping the man into a hug. "I missed you so much, Tetsuya!"

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"I will," you said, smiling brightly.

The minister declared loudly, "And now, the groom may kiss the bride!"

The chapel erupted into cheers.

Kuroko helped you down from the stairs, and the two of you took seats at your table. As the waiters brought food, you gave a grateful smile to the red-haired man sitting across from you. "Thank you so much, Kagami-san. If it weren't for you, my husband wouldn't be here with me." You lay your head onto Kuroko's shoulder.

"Nah, it was no big problem." Kagami waved your thanks away. "He just had way too little presence. I mean, the rescuers nearly just left him floating, and he didn't even call for help!"

"..."