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[akaniye]

[fic] nijiaka, mayukuro

title: there is always sunshine in my heart word count: 6K~ rating: t

summary: after learning chihiro has both a driver’s license and a car, he's forced by a certain group of idiots to take a short yet sour winter road trip. it’s a lot like babysitting, but for free.

link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27660344

i forgot to post this here when i published it :’)

[akaniye]

[fic] nijiaka

title: bargains between lion and man word count: 5k rating: m+

summary: there is none... no summary...just nijiaka shower thoughts

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25841455

preview :’) :

nijimura had made his bed, akashi notes happily, crawling into the crisp, cool sheets.

he waits patiently, sheets up to his knees, comfortably watching lights of other buildings flicker on and off as other people retire for the evening and as others just begin. his heart beats quite normally, no sense of urgency but still, a thrum in his blood. curiosity.

soon, the water cuts off. the apartment goes quiet and he can hear nijimura shuffling around, a sigh and a yawn, and then padding down the hall and the door sliding open. his chest is bare, sweats hanging low. nijimura may not show off his body often but it’s certainly a sculpted one. he’s taller than akashi, broader and firmer, but still not bulky or overtly muscular. the blend of powerful and sublime is what makes akashi’s legs quiver. nijimura sweeps a towel through his damp hair, at first not noticing the extra person in his room but when he does, he jumps back and thuds against the closed door, swearing.

“oh my god. you scared the shit out of me.”

“i thought i would surprise you.”

nijimura stares with dark eyes. akashi bites back a laugh, meeting his gaze with amusement and a twinge of apology.

[akaniye]

[fic] nijiaka

title: the lengths we go rating: t warnings: none (the melodrama tho lmaooo)

summary: akashi considers his childhood relationships while nijimura returns to japan for his last year of high school, told in snapshots.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25571536

preview :)

“you seem to scorn her often recently.”

masaomi spares him a glinting glance. “call it jealousy. you haven’t taken to the business like i thought you would. since you’re my only heir, i have a reasonable level of concern.”

“i have seen lots of women here lately. you could make another."

“you have gotten too coy at that school.”

“i realized, at that school,” and akashi does, in this moment, try to remember where the garden tools are in this house so he can dig his grave— “that good image is nothing if not realistic. people aspire to those who are just as human as they are. envy and pride are sins, father, not virtues.”

his father chuckles, closes the screen of his computer with a snap, and reaches for chopsticks.

“maybe you do take after me.”

[97x95]

i try to picture me without you, but i can’t.

[ksjknj]

봄날 aesthetics

[saliechelon255]

봄날

[erwonmyheart]

Emperor Eye vs. Demon Eye / Extra Game chapter 7

[reehlia]

Happy Birthday Akashi ! ๑♡°◌̊ (December 20th)

[yomoko-cc]

勝てねーくらいがちょうどいい！

定期的に火神くん描きたくなる病

[akaniye]

[fic] akanash

title: bad idea word count: 6700 rating: E

concept: akashi and nash meet as adults and engage in a strange romance. nash probably doesn’t love akashi, but akashi doesn’t need him to. he just enjoys the company. PWP essentially

READ ON AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24306796

preview!

nash gold calls akashi on his eighteenth birthday.

two year since their last meeting—there's some brief words about their first encounter on the court that really tickled gold's fancy, about akashi being the only one in a long time to live up to his name, about how the gleam in his eyes in the mists of a game's passion just really did something for gold, and how gold had waited until he could finally act on that infatuation—he'd never forgotten or met someone as insanely gorgeous since then. from the moment he lost that game, he thought of how dazzling akashi would be naked on his bed, covered in a bright sheen of sweat and satin.

akashi's heart bubbled up then with something like flattery and anticipation, and found some semblance of satisfaction in doing something against the grain of his reputation. but he also knew a little something about obsession, and nash’s offer wasn’t one born out of tenderness or ardor. it’s an offer color coded with idolatry. akashi knows all about being followed and yelled after.

but it’s nash gold, and akashi would be lying if the phone call didn’t trigger a waterfall of nostalgia, or if his heart didn’t beat in double time afterward.

what they have can not be called dating. with nash an active player in the nba and akashi following a strict schedule with his company, they barely even see each other. even so, if asked about the status of their relationship, akashi might give a crescent moon smile. he realizes somewhere down the line, after a few nights together, that the reason he keeps coming back is not so much for the company but the validation that he is just as gay as he thinks he is, something he can’t get in tokyo’s entertainment magazines or basketball features.

it's april fourteenth, and akashi sneaks into nash gold's penthouse suite in downtown los angeles.