#akshan x reader

[bladeoflove-garden]

Y/N: “- I’m really sad. I’ll never be able to do like other girls who wear their boyfriend’s shirt out there.”

Character: “- How come? You never asked to wear mine.”

Y/N: “- YOU DON’T EVEN WEAR A SHIRT!”

Kayn / Yasuo / Yone / Sett / Viego / Akshan / Pantheon / Sylas

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[runeterrankhaleesi]

[fabricated-misslieness]

pairing: akshan x gn reader (Battle Academia)

req: yes | wc: 1233

anon: battle academia au akshan fanfic where they’re training buddies and they decide to have a sleepover at reader’s home after training and then feelings pop up? maybe even a tiny pinch of suggestiveness

warnings: bit suggestive, swearing

a/n: going out on a limb and saying they have phones because the buildings in the background of splash art and such look pretty modern (update: i forgot ezreal pulls out a phone in his joke animation and i literally have that skin)

The first years watched in awe as the new second year and transfer student, Akshan, made light work of the training dummies. The dummies were placed in a circle around him. He hooked one, pushed himself off of it into the air, spun and sliced each one in half with his gun (what the heck, it's a gun!) in one swift spin and planted a kick on the last standing dummy. 7.032 seconds.

It was... pretty cool, yeah, you would admit that. But the first years were always amazed by just about everything. It didn't help that Akshan was the revered transfer student.

On your podium of sorts, the training dummies were also set in a circle around you. You take a deep breath as the timer begins.

3, 2...1!

You swing your sword towards the first dummy and slice it clean in half. You allow the momentum from the swing to keep you moving into a slice on the second dummy.

You bring your sword above your head and swing down at the third, only for the sword to get stuck in the base of it. Fuck, not now! You don't have the time.

You kick off the fourth dummy, into the air, and onto the handle of your sword. The sword is launched into the air, but you grab it before it can fly off. With that, you slice the final dummy.

You strain your eyes towards the timer. 7.03..!

7.033 seconds.

"Fuck!"

Beside you, on his podium, Akshan laughs. He covers his mouth with a hand, but the gesture does absolutely nothing to hide his loud ass snorts.

You collapse on your bum on the side of the podium, head in your hands. 0.001, really?!

"Nice try." Akshan pats you on the shoulder. There's still a hint of joy in his tone and you can hear it clear as day.

"Oh, fuck off." You swat his hand away, but he only pulls you up one-handed by the armpit.

"No, really." He smiles.

You only roll your eyes. "Uh-huh."

"Listen, not everything is about the competition–"

"But it is for you."

"I'm just saying." He raises his hands in surrender, "Maybe it's not about the competition for you. Then this'll mean less to you than it does for me."

"I'm not even sure you understand what you're saying right now."

Straight after training, you went home. Well, Akshan went to your house, and you went home. He insisted on it; a sort of prize for winning at the competition, like he was rubbing salt in the wound. It was only further proof that he didn't know what he was saying.

You sat comfortably on your bed, absentmindedly listening to the TV while scrolling through your phone. Vaguely, you hear footsteps and a door opening to your right. It's probably Akshan, clean from his shower.

"Hey, Akshan, I was thinking we could get take out for dinner." You begin, not looking up from your phone just yet.

"I'm not sure Professor Graves would agree."

"Don't tell me you dig the whole discipline in both training and diet spiel–" You finally look up from your phone, finding the sight of Akshan with a towel around his neck and water dripping down his... very bare chest.

"I don't." Akshan snickers, "Professor Graves is just so memorable, though, he's got his whole "don't wanna be here" attitude and—are you okay?"

You actually close your jaw–it's like a door hinge–and pretend like you weren't just frozen in place. "Yea–yes, I'm okay."

Akshan already suspects something is going on, but he elects to ignore it. He snickers at your response and takes a seat next to you on the bed, unbearably close. Every part of your leg is touching; which is a little bad, cause his torso is still wet. Also he's making your bed wet.

"What do you have in mind, burritos?" He winks, and winks again, twice under the same second with the same eye.

You narrow your eyes at him, "Out of all phallic foods, burritos? That shit can barely–"

"Exactly." He smirks.

You collapse on the bed, actually fully clothed and dry, as opposed to Akshan.

Except that shirt… it's a little small. Carelessly, you'd jumped back first on the bed. The jump had tousled your hair and clothes, leading to your shirt riding up just a little bit. It was a lotta bit for Akshan's wandering eyes. He can see a sliver of your skin and the beginnings of a trail…

Anyway–

You browse through your phone right away. He pouts, but of course you're not looking, so he speaks up. "Hey, what's the point of me coming over if you're gonna be on your phone?"

"You invited yourself over." You remind him, not even sparing a glance.

His lips purse in annoyance, even though you had a point. He sighs, then an idea comes into his head. He reaches over for your phone.

Except… you saw it coming. You turn over on your side, back facing him now. Great, this was worse.

Akshan wasn't going to give up now though! He keeps reaching for your phone, turning his body as well when his arm is fully extended.

The fight is silent, albeit the actions are very loud.

You keep turning further and further on your side and Akshan follows; his chest is pressed against your back. You extend your arm fully, fingers and all, barely even paying attention to the contents on the screen anymore.

He extends his arm too. 

Just…a little…more….

"No!"

"A-hah!" Akshan proclaims loudly, pulling away from you with your phone grasped tight between his fingers.

He lays on his back, but before he can scoot away, you lunge forward.

You grab at his hand and try to pry his fingertips, but he doesn't budge. "Just, fucking let go, you little shit!"

"How about no!"

"How about–!" You turn to him, finally, and freeze.

Your chests are touching. So are your hands. Your faces are so close to each other.

"What, give up already?" Akshan smirks.

Your lips press into a fine line, but your body really doesn't want to move. "...no."

He notices then. The smirk fades from his lips.

"I-"

Ding dong!

"It's not the worst of positions, is it?" He offers a sheepish smile you're all too aware of.

"No." You admit. "No, I don't think so."

He doesn't have anything to say to that, so he opts to kiss you instead. Immediately, you react positively. His lips push into yours and yours into his.

Akshan pulls you to sit on his hips. His hands hold your waist nice and warm. A finger slips below the hem of your small shirt.

Your hands are at either side of his face to keep you steady above him. Akshan's hair bunches up to the left of his head. Without so much as a thought, you wrap a finger of yours in his hair and tug.

Akshan parts from the kiss to moan. You smirk, "Dirty little–"

Ding dong, ding dong!

"Fuu-ucck." Akshan groans.

"That'd be–"

"Yeah."

"–the takeout guy." You attempt to stand up but only manage to sit up, as Akshan's hands still hold your waist. "Akshan…"

"Please?" He pleads, pulling out the puppy eyes.

"Akshan, I'm hungry."

"Fineee." He huffs. "You're lucky I am too."

"For burrito?"

"Oh, shut up."

[yukiotacon]

Akshan with a sassy and sarcastic reader, please?

Akshan x sassy reader

Good lord the moment you opened your mouth, he fell in love with you

The moment he saw you back talk a scoundrel who was harassing you, he knew you were the one

Legit this man loves your sassy personality

The more you rebuffed his advances with your sass. The more he doubles his pursuit of you

Romance goes into overdrive with him

I am talking trinkets left at your windowsill

I am talking dramatic entrances in order to impress you

Finally, surprised outings to cool places that only Akshan knows

The last one he actually had to beg you because you might rebuff him

When you two become a couple, he calls you his little minx

You hate the nickname.but deep inside you love it

[runeterrankhaleesi]

Haii bestieee I saw ur requests open so I hope u don’t mind me making a request! I feel like not a lot of people request for Akshan, so idk but like if ur up for that could you write Akshan with prompts: 4,5,7, and 10?? The place can be anywhere tyyy!!

[A/N: Hello darling. Whooooo! This is SPI-CY. I love that, my darling, go big or go home, am I right? This is actually my first time writing public sex, so fingers crossed, I hope I did this well. Thank you for making a request. You may ask again for more.]

Kinktober Prompt #4 [Thigh Riding], #5 [Breeding], #7 [Daddy], and #10 [Public Sex] of Akshan with a Gender Neutral s/o

It had all started out oh so romantically. Akshan had planned to take you out on date, the fanciest dinner the town had to offer, both as a way to spend time with you and an apology for being away from you all the time. He was dashing as always, forgoing his usual attire for something more formal, something eye-catching. You had jokingly called him "Daddy" as you pulled him into a kiss when he came out of the bathroom, looking more like a prince, yet there's something about him that never changed. The way his eyes undressed you, boring holes into your body as if saying he'd bend you over the table right there and then and have his way with you, the way he memorized every curve and dip as if he's contemplating what would be the best thing to grab as he pounds into you, and of course, the way he loves you, his kisses translating how far gone he is for you, worshipping the ground you walk on while being grateful for even breathing the same air as you.

Dinner was exquisite. The place had those low hanging lights that gave off a warm orange glow, casting this calming, romantic atmosphere as you two sit down at your table. The tablecloth is like velvet, with fresh flowers in a vase as a centerpiece and a lone candle. You marveled at it all and you could tell that Akshan was wiggling his eyebrows, no doubt proud of what he had done.

He told you of his recent travels-how he has new leads in his pursuit, meeting many people and making connections, sometimes, even meeting his fellow Sentinels of Light. His stories enlighten the date, accompanied by good food and good wine, and laughs, yours and his, yet amidst of that all, you find him staring at you longingly, like he's thankful of whatever God has brought you to him. You tease him about it, of course. How could you not?

A devious idea pops in into your head. Will Akshan notice? You ask yourself.

It starts with innocently brushing your hands up against his upper thigh, a little too high for an innocent touch but you mask that with laughing at his terrible jokes, practically keeling over at it. Dessert comes and you offer a little bit of yours, hovering a small spoon just inches away from lips, and when he gladly takes it, you purposefully move the spoon so the cake frosting smears on the corner of his mouth. You both share a laugh at your antics.

You scooch a little closer to him, moving to lick the frosting off, deliberately slow, and chuckling when you see him stare at you, warning you that you're playing with fire.

The last straw comes when a jazz band comes to have a little concert in the restaurant, when your feet brushes up against his calves while your hand mindlessly travels from his thigh down to his cock, your fingers barely grazing it but you knew he felt it by the way he jumped and hissed. He looks at you, brows furrowed and expression annoyed as if you had done something you shouldn't have, which you did, but you feign innocence by turning your attention away from the band to meet his eyes with your doe ones, tilting your head in question.

Akshan sighs, thinking it might just have been an accident, from you swaying and humming with the music.

Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence. And thrice? Is deliberate.

He stops your hand just in time as it moves to slide down once again, catching you in the act and you only giggle in response as if you weren't the mastermind behind the tent of his pants tightening as his cock hardens.

He sighs, whispering to follow him into the bathroom swiftly. A smirk makes it way onto your face as you do what you're told.

You meet him there, pushing open the wooden door of the small bathroom and wondering why it feels a little quiet when Akshan told you to be here. Then the lock swiftly clicks and you find yourself pinned against the door with an Akshan capturing your lips, messily making out, teeth clashing and nipping at each other's mouths. A moan rips from your throat as he breaks off from the kiss, nipping at your throat while his hand moves to tease you in between your thighs.

Then he stops, moving away from you, looking all disheveled and hair going into different places as you messed with them earlier from the kiss. He leads you into the stall, taking a seat, dragging your hips down with him, forcing you to sit on his lap.

"Come on, hump it." He says, leaning back, a hand on your hips as he raises his leg, making his thigh brush against you. It sends you stumbling forward, grabbing on to his shoulders as you whimper.

You move your hips slowly back and forth, whining as you do so, holding onto Akshan's broad shoulders. And he watches you as you grind on his thigh, witnessing every tremble and quake of your body, how your face contorts when you rub against his leg just right that sends a shockwave through your body. There's a smug expression on his face but you don't notice it, too busy getting yourself off of what he has to offer.

A fitting punishment, he thought.

It's not long before your eyes, glossy and glistening when the lights hit them just right, open and stare at him with puppy eyes, silently pleading. The shit eating expression on his face never leaves as he quirks an eyebrow.

"Yes?" He asks, with a little lilt in the end that annoys you as you continue to ride his thigh. You could only whine as he suddenly jerks his leg, making you yelp.

"Akshan, I can't..."

"Can't what?"

"Can't cum...Please...fuck me."

He hums, "How about...no?" You whine as he scolds you, "Maybe if you've been good, you wouldn't be in this situation right now."

"I'll be good. It won't happen again, I promise. Just...please...I wanna cum..."

He sits up, his leg moving as he does so that earns another whimper from you, breath fanning over your ear as he whispers, lips grazing your earlobe. "When we get home, I'm gonna fuck you until you can't walk, and you're not allowed to say no until I fill you up so nicely and you're all round and pregnant for me, you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy."

🎃~La Reina 👑

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[runeterrankhaleesi]

Hello!! I have a request!

This is for League of Legends, Akshan. I’ve been so obsessed with him and I was wondering if you could write some kinky stuff for him >:D

Here are the prompts: #1 #5 #7 #9 #18 and #21

I’m so sorry these are a lot I just love Akshan and uh yeah, it’s unhealthy :>

[A/N: Hello darling, Happy Kinktober! No worries, my love, kinktober is the one time of the year where you can be freaky and not be judged, where all freaks and freakiness are accepted, or more or less given a pass {laughs}. I do put a limit on how many prompts you can put in one request so I had to give one up, so sorry, my darling. Thank you for making a request. You may ask again for more.]

Kinktober Scenario Prompt #1 [Blindfold], #5 [Breeding], #7 [Daddy], #18 [Begging], and #21 [Edging] of Akshan with a Gender Neutral s/o

You could not get any more sore, you thought. You shivered at the cold air that ghosted over your skin, raising goosebumps along the surface of where it touched you. Your throat, perhaps more sore than your hips, felt raw; used; swollen, like your hole Akshan has played with for the last few hours or so. What time is it exactly? It was bright when you two started. Was it already the evening? It feels like so. Or perhaps that's just the feeling of time warping, making you think it's faster, or perhaps slower, than it already is. Not that you could ever hope to look out the window to know.

You pant, chest desperately heaving for air as sweat bleeds through the thin yet opaque blindfold over your eyes. It grounds you yet it devours you, leaving you in the dark. Keeps your matted hair in place yet it messes with it at the same. You feel your thighs quiver, threatening to close around the hand keeping them apart and have a moment of rest. The temptation and the exhaustion screams at you to do so yet your want to cum holds you in place; in position, open, for all of him to have and use, with legs around his shoulders.

"A-Akshan..." You croak, voice broken, on the edge of tears. He only shushes you, rubbing his thumbs on your thighs to soothe you. He leans his head on your left thigh, his stubble prickling your soft skin. If only you could see him now, eyes dark and cloudy, admiring and lusting over your precious and sensitive form, a hand with a steady, bruising grip on our body, while the other, busy, edging you, pushing you to the cliff of climax, then pulls you back at the last second. It's torture. But you have been nothing but good to him. To your Daddy.

"Patience, darling." His hand makes lewd noises as they continue to toy with you. His personal toy.

His eyes darken as his hand ghosts over your stomach, running his fingertips along the surface, imagining his seed taking place in you, perhaps now in this very moment, and in a few months, your belly, swollen, with his child. A girl or a boy, it does not matter. Twins, maybe? Oh, how he would love that. He can't wait to see your baby bump peeking out of your clothes. What a sight you'll be to behold. His thoughts come to a pause when you try to speak again.

"Daddy?" His ears perk up. He hums in response.

"Daddy, please...need you again..." Again? How many does this make now? "Please?"

A soft chuckle leaves him. "You're insatiable."

Akshan moves from his positions, his fingers leaving your gaping hole with a pop, immediately forcing a sound out of you akin to a moan, his cum dripping out.

"Beg for it."

"Daddy! Please! Please let me cum! Please! I've been so good all this time...Stuff me full of your cum until I'm pregnant."

He chuckles again. "Good? I seem to remember you forgetting what to call me."

"I-It won't happen again. Promise! I-I'll call you Daddy, just Daddy from now on. Just please, please let me cum." Your hole instinctively tightens, squeezing around nothing. Desperate. To be filled to the brim. Your hands feel the air around for Akshan and an amused sound leaves him.

He meets your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours as he leans forward, pushing your arms down onto the mattress and your legs up to your chest up into a mating press. He licks the shell of your ear, purposefully panting near your ear. Then, in one slick motion, his cock enters you, plugging your hole, making you cry out, just the way he wanted to. Immediately, your walls tighten. Molding around him as if it was made to fit him and only him. His hips pull back and snap right back in, earning another loud cry from you.

He sets a pace. In...Out. In...Out. Each pull out deliberate, wanting to let you feel every curve, every nook of his cock, then each thrust, harsh, like it's goal was to bruise your cervix, yet you moan everytime. Hands squeezing his. Toes curling. And little electric shocks tingle around your lower stomach.

He gets faster. And your eyes roll to the back of your head, head tilting up, mouth open, throat red, and voice uncontrollably moaning screaming "Daddy" at the top of your lungs, without a single care in the world if the busy city or your neighbors heard you.

"Take it. Fucking...take it all." He says in between thrusts, groaning.

You feel the familiar pull in your stomach, that all-telling coiling feeling at the bottom of your belly. You're close.

"Daddy...Daddy! Cum inside me, please!" You scream. And so he does, filling you up again with thick, warm ropes of his cum, painting your insides white, peeking, some spilling, at the edges of where your bodies meet. It leaves you full; satisfied. Complete, even. And you could only feel grateful.

🎃 ~La Reina 👑

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[fabricated-misslieness]

pairing: akshan x male reader

req: no | wc: 1.59k | cw: sad but not harsh angst, bit suggestive if you squint, hopeful ending

summary: You didn’t want to become another Akshan, and you definitely didn’t want to become a Shadya.

a/n: aight so reader is the jeweler from the spice market in Akshan’s story, “In Search of Things Lost”. Initially I began to write this as gn reader, but then I reread a part of the story and realized the jeweler wasn’t left ambiguous enough for it. (He is mentioned to be a man)

When Akshan wakes up, he’s surprised to find you’re not laying down next to him on these soft silk sheets of yours. If he were in your shoes, he would never leave this bed. He often joked about it being the only reason he’s interested in you, which of course is not the truth in the slightest. You both know every reason he likes you, every single one, although a few might have slipped your mind.

Akshan finds it important to let you know how much he loves you and why he does so every time he thinks of a new reason.

Among his favorites were:

The bed.

Your lips.

The everlasting beauty of your eyes under the serene blue light of the moon and the stars of the night sky, a view that is ingrained in his head.

and your generosity.

Oh, here’s another one he’s just thought of. You let him stay whenever he wants! Where are you, anyway? First things first is telling you this new reason.

“Ah.” Er, no, first things first was getting some suitable clothes.

Akshan is concentrated on finding his clothes, which doesn’t take much time because he doesn’t own a shirt. This leads him to not notice many things around him, one of them being a distinct lack of your personal items, a weird thing because this is your bedroom. He only notices this when he steps out of the room.

“Hm,” Your books are missing from the shelf on the left, he notes. Then he turns his head to the rest of the room, which is even emptier. “My love?” He calls out, a panic beginning to rise in his stomach, “Were you beginning to move out and didn’t tell me?”

He doesn’t hear you cooking in the kitchen, nor does he hear you in the shower. “Or have you moved out already and left me behind?”

Was he a fool to be calling out for you? Perhaps. Hey, maybe you were still swaddled up in the blankets of your comfortable bed, a bed that was practically calling for him to come back. This was all probably some terrifying nightmare. If he slept in the dream bed, he would wake up in the real one, no?

Akshan continues searching, until he comes across the entrance. He gulps when he sees a pile of packed boxes. “My love? I’ve… found another reason I love you..?”

There's chatter by the front door. Before he knows it, you’re closing the door behind you with a deep sigh and a curse muttered under your breath. “My love?” He calls again, hopefully for the last time. He hopes he’s not some sort of invisible ghost in this dream and that he’s not dreaming of a moment where he’s dead and you’re moving away from the place full of your best memories.

“Akshan!” You exclaim, eyes widening upon the sight of him.

Oh great, he’s alive. “Is something wrong?”

Instead of answering outright, you begin with the words, “I’ve got something to tell you.”

Oh no, he says in his mind. Something is definitely wrong. “Well, first, I’ve found another reason I love you.” The both of you can only offer a small smile. “You let me stay here whenever I want.” He takes your hand in his and you allow it, awkwardly at that. Or was it nervously? He can only tell it’s something of a negative emotion. “Speaking of which, I sense I’m not going to be staying here any longer?”

“Your senses would be correct.” You furrow your eyebrows as you think of the nicest way to break the news, but you can’t seem to find any sugar to coat your words. “I’m… moving out, away.”

His breathing pauses, for a moment, as he processes this information. “You’re moving out?” He sputters as he regains his breath. He looks like a lost puppy like this, and you hate yourself for making the comparison. “I-I don’t understand why.” Just like the numerous reasons why he loves you, he begins to recite questions, potential reasons why you’re moving out turned into questions.

“Akshan.” He doesn’t stop when you call. “Akshan?” Nor does he seem to plan to anytime soon. “My love.” The pet name seems to wake him up from his rambling.

“Yes?”

“When a waif came to me the other day, brandishing five pearl bracelets similar to your mentor's, I was… afraid. When I checked the band to find a sentinel motif, that fear only rose.” You’re looking away from him now, and just like your story, Akshan finds the fear and panic in his stomach rising to his chest. “They were Shadya’s bracelets, all five. I knew, immediately, that you’d given them to her. Of all people, a waif wouldn’t have had their hands on them; a warlord would be more suiting. I’ve no doubt you dealt with them already. ‘Give all and all may live’ is the first inscription I read.”

“Is this not a good thing?” He cuts you off, “Giving those bracelets away… it restored my memory of Shadya.”

“Then it is a good thing, but this is not what I’m talking about. The bracelets made me think, gave me a realization if you will.” You sigh, here comes the hard part, “What if I become another Shadya?”

“I don’t… understand.”

You knew he wouldn’t. “You’ve become a hard thorn in the warlords’ roses. One measly guard has already seen your face-”

“A careless mistake!”

“Which leads to a consequence. Akshan, it is only a matter of time they find out who you are. I’ve already been seen out with you, as well. What I’m saying is-”

“You don’t want to become another Shadya.” He knows what you mean now. What if you became another person he’s getting his revenge for? You mean a lot to him, so did Shadya, and he’s trying to find her killers. If you became another Shadya… you would be gone too. “You won’t be another Shadya. That, I promise. I’ll protect you!”

“And when you’re off handling warlords all on your own? What will happen to me then?”

It was tough for people like you and under to gain security in Marwi, and security that would go unquestioned at that. Besides, there was no one as strong as an assassin like Akshan. If they sent someone after you, Akshan wouldn’t only be going for warlords, but he’d be trying to find assassins too. Assassins and him held common skills, of which stealth stands out. He wouldn’t be able to track them down as well as sleeping warlords in their luxurious bedrooms.

Akshan has no answer to your question, so you continue, “I don’t want to become another you, Akshan.”

He looks mildly offended at that, “What is it that you mean?” He asks, even though he knows what you meant to say, he just wishes the answer in his mind were different from yours.

“Someone seeking revenge on an entity they don’t even know, killing and fighting every warlord they find suspicious, only to find that they are not the one. Akshan, I don’t want to pick up the Absolver and decide who lives and who dies… and if I can’t find the Absolver? You’d be gone to me, forever.”

His hold on your hand tightens, his gaze turns downcast, and his lips turn to a thin line. “You’re right.” He laughs to himself, “You’re always right. You know, that's another thing I love about you."

The hand upon his cheek is soothing, tilting his head up so his eyes can stare into yours, although your eyes not as soothing as he'd like.

He can't help but feel defeated and bitter, even though he knows you're right. He wants you to be so wrong, he wants to shout into the sky at the highest peak of a mountain that he wishes you were wrong, and he wants that wish to be fulfilled. But he can't have everything.

"I just want to know… am I being selfish?"

"No, no," He scrambles to reassure you, "it's all very warranted. I mean, I wouldn't want to die either." He chuckles, even if he can't find humor. "I would do the same if… I was in your shoes. I'm not even sure if I would tell my Akshan that I'm leaving. I'm just lucky you have."

There's a pause as Akshan takes the time to breathe and calm himself down.

"I'll come back to you when the job is done." He takes the hand you placed on his cheek in his and brings it to his lips, "I'll come back with Shadya at my side, and you'll see her alive and well. We won't have to remember her by charcoal painting lacking resemblance to her. I'll come running into your arms and I'll say I missed you and…"

"And?"

"I'll kiss you, just like this."

He brings your hands to the side and kisses you on the lips, strong and passionate and full of love that you feel he's harbored over the time he's been deprived from you, even when such time has not come to exist just yet.

"And I'll recite every single reason I love you, from the one you heard the very first time I professed my love to you, to the ones I've compiled over our time apart."

"That's what I'd hoped for."

Give all and all may live… Let you go and you may survive. The memory of Shadya shines brighter in his mind.

[fabricated-misslieness]

pairing: akshan x gn reader

req: yes | wc: 1k | modern au

anon: can I ask for a rlly fluffy scenario with him and a gender neutral reader?

a/n: used prompts 7, 8 and 11 from this list.

Akshan seems to be fresh out the gym when he’s at your door. He’s wearing his usual gymwear, a tank top –you think he’d much rather be topless– shorts, athletic shoes… There’s a smile on his face, and sweat too.

“Hey,” He greets, breathlessly. “H-How are you?”

“Good.” As happy as you are to see him, you can’t help but be curious. “Why are you here?”

“Can’t I give you a surprise visit?” He leans his body against the doorframe, sweeping his long silky hair past his shoulder and giving you a smolder (that totally doesn’t look silly on him).

“You can, yes, but you look breathless.”

“Really?”

“No- I mean, yes you are,” Akshan laughs and wiggles his eyebrows at you, which you ignore and continue on, “but I didn’t mean it in that way.”

“Mkay, sure.” He says sarcastically, “Well, I was um, at the gym, yeah. Then I overheard some people talking about a festival and they mentioned fireworks! The festival’s about some foreign holiday or something, not my culture, but I’m sure they wouldn’t mind people coming over for the fireworks.”

“So you ran all the way over to tell me this?”

“Mhm.”

“And you want to crash someone’s party to see fireworks?”

He wanted to do just that. Those people weren’t quite open to it, as you expected, and it sort of crashed Akshan’s plans and hopes. Let’s just say he wasn’t all that happy about it.

He wore a pout on his face as you guided him back to your home. Normally holding your hand helped cheer his mood, but it didn’t now, which seemed to baffle even him. His gaze is downcast, on the ground, like a puppy with its tail between its legs.

“Akshan?”

“Yes?”

“It’s alright. It’s just fireworks, and no matter how pretty they are, you are prettier.” He only huffs out a pitiful laugh in return. You clear your throat awkwardly, “I thought that would work, to be honest. Well… we’ll watch a movie, or something.”

“Sounds good.” He offers the best smile he can, “You know, fireworks remind me of you. That's why I’m so upset.”

“They do?”

“Yeah. You remember our first date, right?” Of course you did. How could you forget? “I loved that date, the picnic, the view we had... Those fireworks were amazing. You called it a coincidence, I called it the universe paying tribute to us and a good omen. Considering how our relationship’s gone, it was a good omen. But, I have something to-”

“Wait.” You point forward, and Akshan follows your gaze.

A playground, within perfect viewing distance of that festival. It seems like the universe’s got another tribute to you.

He laughs, of course there’s a playground here.

You both take a seat on the rusting playground swings next to each other. It’s a bummer that cities always made swings for kids and never for adults, for you had to tuck your legs up too high to swing.

He watches the sky as the sun sets, blue fading to lilac and red and orange. Usually he’d be watching the sky attentively, especially because the sun was setting, but he seemed excited now. He was waiting for nighttime, you’re sure, swinging lightly as best he can.

“My friends get annoyed about how much I talk about you sometimes.”

You snicker, “Is that so?”

“Can’t blame them, to be honest. The only thing I can blame is you for being so interesting, my love.” You roll your eyes at him. He only laughs in return. “Anyway… about that thing I had to tell you, before we spotted this playground.”

“Mhm?”

He turns to you, smile on his handsome face, hand reaching out between the creaking swings and clutching yours, eyes filled with the gentleness of admiring your loved one.

“I wasn’t watching the fireworks that day on our first date. I was watching you.” This comes to you as a surprise. Akshan often speaks of that date as heavenly, because of the beauty of those fireworks and their multitude in color. “I couldn’t help it. The shining of the lights cast a glow over your skin. It was pleasant to see you, much more than the lights themselves.”

Speaking of which, the sky lights up in bright colors. They’re setting off the fireworks.

For a moment, you watch them, seeing different designs and different colors, the vast area of the night sky that it lights up and covers… and then you turn to him.

He watches you, just like last time, and you watch him.

It was true, what he’d said, about the lights and their glow on his skin. Flashing reds, blues, greens, all vibrant and all beautiful, enhanced by the view you had of him. You notice something else as you watch him, which is a hard thing to do with the beauty he holds; he’s cold, obviously, with his sleeveless top. It was silly of him to decide to come out here in the night without a jacket.

He watches you as you take off your overcoat and hand it to him. He can barely hear you over the booming of the fireworks, but he can just barely make out a few of your words, “Cold…here…my coat.”

Akshan doesn’t take your coat, he takes your hand instead, and he stands, bringing you up with him.

There’s a bench off to the side, still with the perfect view, not that that’s what you were looking for now. He brings you to it, so you can sit together, and drapes your coat around your shoulder, both of your shoulders.

He says something, and you can’t hear it. Even so, you can see what he says. It’s painted all over the movement of his lips.

“I love you.”

You bring him into a kiss, your hand on his cold cheek, and even through your closed eyelids, you can see the fireworks of the sky.

Fireworks. They reminded you of each other.

“I love you too.”