A masterpost of my Akahai (Akashi x Haizaki) fics so far
Love and Care (OneShot)
Akashi takes care of his sick boyfriend
I need you (completed)
Akashi always found himself right back to Haizaki
Your Blood on my hands (WIP)
Shougo's big brother decides to get his act together and try to be a better older brother. But, things aren’t easy when Shougo wants nothing to do with him and avoids him like the plague. However, when Hisashi gets dragged into the hell lurking behind the closed doors of their house, Shougo has no choice to let him in. While Ryouta tries to get rid of Shougo and bury his feelings for him. Things would have been easy if he didn’t end up entangled into something he wasn’t supposed to be involved in and accidentally drags Daiki into the mess. Now, instead of killing Shougo, he has to protect him. But how are you supposed to protect a monster?
Seijjurou had felt attracted to Shougo like a moth to a burning flame
Notes: Literally AkaHai is filled with angst. This is also on ao3
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Once Seijuurou got a taste of normalcy, he felt like he could breathe easier. No longer feeling suffocated by the pressure of being a perfect son, captain duties, and school work.
He was just him. Could be just himself.
And…
And that was only around Shougo.
Shougo didn’t care if he was an Akashi, didn’t expect him to be perfect and no matter what he did, always treated him the same. Although it was unpleasant to have Shougo glare, mock and sneer at him whenever he saw him or leave after a quick fuck. And Somehow, for some odd reason, Seijjurou had felt attracted to Shougo like a moth to a burning flame. Maybe, that was why he had sought him out in the first place, in the past.. Or maybe…
Maybe it was because he had felt like they were the same.
Alone and damaged.
Except Seijuurou’s scars couldn’t be seen, hidden underneath his skin, burning and blistering inside. While Shougo’s scars were like paintings displayed in an art museum, nobody wanted to see the bigger picture, nobody wanted the history behind them, they just wanted to assume.
And Sejiuurou had too.
Until he had noticed how much Shougo hated being touched casually. How a simple tap on his shoulder, or an accidental bump-- always ended with violence and broken bones.
It was like Shougo didn’t get it. Didn’t understand the concept of touching without getting hurt. It was like he always got hurt whenever someone touched him.
And maybe that was why Shougo had ended up like the way he did because he was afraid. Afraid of people coming close, close enough to hurt him.
Because everyone close to Shougo had hurt him.
And maybe Seijuurou wanted to get close, wanted to reach out to him, wanted to touch him, and didn’t only want to do it during sex. Wanted so badly to show him that not everybody wanted to hurt him. Wanted him to trust him, to put his walls down around him. Wanted him to feel the same way Seijuurou felt around him.
Yet…
Seijuurou had ruined his chances to get to him long ago.
It's 1 am and instead of sleeping I'm writing my akahai fic. It has five chapters so far and is filled with angst. I promise it has a happy ending. It's on both ao3 & fanfiction.net if anyone's interested in reading it :3. Also my ask box is always opened and here's a masterlist of all my knb fics so far.
I wrote an akahai oneshot and I'm crying cuz it's 😫👌💖. It's the frist time I wrote a happy Haizaki. 😂😭. Anyway, I haven't finished editing it and once I do it's gonna be up. 😌
