#ushiaka

[muehehe33]

i cannot stop switching up and like other things... pls atgw moots

[j0shuamar1lyn]

kaneshiro u really love this angle

[kaathefriendlysnekk]

Daybreak holds something special, something precious for Ushijima and Akaashi. I collabed with the amazing Lauren for the @hqrarepair2021 bang!

Read their work "Worthy of love anyway" here:

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[shiinsukekita]

Brain: what are you doing?

Me: research.

Brain: for what?

Me: fanfic.

Brain: ship? au?

Me: human akaashi, ghoul ushijima.

Brain: ...

Me: ...

Brain: god yes, ending?

Me: bad.

Brain: i love you

[shiinsukekita]

Brain: and how are you with your rare pairs?

Me: i ship ushiaka now, how do you think i am?

Brain: pretty bad.

[notsuchasecret]

Ushiaka + practice

This totally counts, shut up.

Send me a pairing and a one-word prompt.

There was a box sitting on Keiji’s desk when he returned from his lunch break. Small and unassuming, it perched atop the stack of incoming mail left there by the morning secretary. His mind already on the meeting scheduled for that afternoon, he picked up the box and opened it absently.

Inside, there was a small terra cotta flower pot, housing a tiny succulent. Keiji smiled and pulled it carefully from its package, setting it up on his shelf where it would get the most sunlight.

“That’s pretty.” Keiji hummed, turning to face his visitor.

“Thank you, Sugawara-san,” he said. Sugawara grinned, leaning his hip against the doorway.

“Gift from a secret admirer?” he asked. Keiji did a remarkable job of not rolling his eyes.

“From a client,” he siad. “A thank-you for some advice I gave him.”

“Advice on how to find your bedroom?” Sugawara supplied. This time Keiji did roll his eyes, even as images and memories flashed through him one by one.

“Ushijima-san and I do not have that sort of relationship. I merely helped him practice for an upcoming interview.” Hands, large and gentle, cupping his cheek.

“No?” You’ve got the type where you find his bedroom instead?” A mile, back-lit by a sunrise, small but utterly sincere.

“Sugawara-san, is there something you need?” A kiss, lingering on the back of his neck.

“Just to let you know that your three o’ clock’s wife went into labor, so I rescheduled you for next week.” Eyes, so soft and warm and dark, lingering on him, swallowing him whole, drowning him in adoration, in wonder, in nervous, giddy excitement. “I’ll leave you along now. Have fun with your totally not-romantic client.” Before Keiji could ask what he meant, his phone rang.

“Akaashi Keiji,” he greeted, slipping into his business persona as easily as breathing.

“Hello, Akaashi-kun,” replied the warm, familiar voice on the other line.

“Ushijima-san,” Keiji said, and his voice did not go breathy ad soft and adoring. “To waht do I owe the pleasure?”

“I wanted to confirm that you received my gift,” Ushijima replied. Keiji smiled, turning his face so that Sugawara couldn’t see it through the window.

“I did receive it,” he said. “It is lovely, thank you.”

“It reminded me of you,” Ushijima said softly. He sounded almost uncertain, the way he had all the time when they had first met. “The new propagations were ready to be sold, but I put that one aside so that I could send it to you.”

“Thank you,” Keiji said, hoping to heaven that Ushijima could pick up his sincerity through the professional tone he kept. “I truly appreciate it.”

“I appreciate you.” Ushijima said it plainly with no sign of the flirtiness or the sarcasm Keiji had come to expect from sentences like that. “Will I see you tonight?” Keiji chewed the inside of his cheek, glancing at the door to his office.

“Actually,” he said, looking back at his desk and pretending to busy himself with the papers there. “I had a cancellation today. If you would like to bring in what you have, we could go over it.”

“Akaashi-kun?” Ushijima asked.  Keiji bit back a sigh.

“Oh no, don’t worry about that, Ushijima-san,” he said. “My secretary, Sugawara-san, would be more than happy to see that we are not disturbed.” Ushijima made a soft, understanding sound.

“Sugawara-san is listening in,” he said.

“Yes, Ushijima-san,” Keiji replied. “Of course, I understand that you have a busy schedule, so if you would like to make a more formal appointment, that can be arranged.”

“No, that won’t be necessary,” Ushijima said. “I can be there around two-thirty?”

“That sounds good. I will see you then.” Ushijima said his goodbyes and hung up, taking a moment to make sure he wasn’t blushing before he left the office to stand at Sugawara’s desk. “Ushijima-san will be coming by in an hour to go over a new project,” he said. “Make sure he makes it up here unscathed this time, please?”

“You two going to ‘practice’ some more?” Sugawara asked, grinning. “Should I get some ear plugs? Or maybe a sock to hang on the door?”

“Are you done, Sugawara-san?” Keiji asked.

“For now,” Sugawara replied. “I’m sure I’ll think of some more by the time he gets here.”

“I look forward to it,” Keiji said. He turned and went back to his office, shaking his head. The little succulent caught his eye, and he had to smile. Let Sugawara cast all the aspersions he wants, Keiji thought. He had something that was well worth it.

[imiriad]

Karma (Kamisama no Iutoori Ni fic)

O OKAY IM DONE... LOL....

It’s pretty light on spoilers, only mild stuff for Old Maid up to the current chapter (ch. 150-158), and AU (obviously, lol) from there.

Karma (1974 words) by imiriad Fandom: 神さまの言うとおり - 金城宗幸 & 藤村緋二 | Kami-sama no Iutoori - Kaneshiro & Fujimura, Kamisama no Iutoori Ni Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Akashi Yasuto/Ushimitsu Kiyoshiro Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Reincarnation, AU - Canon Divergence

Summary: The name "Ushimitsu Kiyoshiro" is all it takes to bring everything back.

[discernings]

if you're still doing the abo fics can you do 51 of ushiwaka and as many setters as possible? (if not you can do just ushioi instead)

ANON TY FOR THIS OPPORTUNITY I HAVE ALways wanted an excuse to write ushi/setters and now is my Chance

(51. “I’m the Alpha, you’re the Omega, I give the orders and you follow them.”)

As King to a prosperous and growing kingdom, Ushijima Wakatoshi has a long list of responsibilities. He’s the direct leader of his kingdom’s army, and it is his duties to ensure that his men are all healthy and ready should war or discord arise. He is also versed in economics and the business of trade, finding it crucial for the continuous prosperity of the people he governs.

He is also well-aware that he must maintain peace and tranquillity among the nations he reigns, and his kingdom’s practices when it comes to going about it is his responsibility as well, which makes choosing his concubines as crucial a decision as anything.

Although, he may have had a lapse in judgement the moment he chose one Oikawa Tooru to be his concubine from Aoba Johsai.

“Maybe it’s because he’s so young,” Akaashi says while perusing the book in his hands.

They’re currently in Ushijima’s study, Akaashi keeping the Alpha company while he’s reading through scrolls he has to sign in order to get them sent to the cities in his reign. Akaashi is his chosen company for times like these because of all his concubines Akaashi is the one that holds the quiet wisdom, and broad perspective and ability to look at angles Ushijima wouldn’t have considered. 

Ushijima’s never considered finding an adviser in someone who was only supposed to be an intimate companion, but he knows in himself he will always treasure the moment he met Akaashi.

“He is not that much younger than me,” Ushijima retorts, the stroking of his brush against the stretch of parchment in front of him stopping. He looks up from his work to see Akaashi’s lips quirk up into a soft smile, fingers turning a page from his book.

“Well, there must be a reason why he’s acting immature,” Akaashi points out, his dark eyes lifting up from the top of his book to look at Ushijima. “You’re not the only one that has to put up with him. ”

“Does he still not get along with all of you?” Ushijima puts down his brush and lets the parchment dry. He’s probably done for the night, if only for the issue that is his latest concubine. He stands up from his desk so he can sit next to Akaashi on the plush settee, lifting the Omega’s bare legs so he can settle them on his lap.

“I think Kaname’s mothering is keeping him from being too unbearable,” Akaashi answers helpfully, wiggling his toes to keep Ushijima’s fingers away from his tickle spot on the flat of his foot. Ushijima takes Akaashi’s hand in his instead. “He’s the only one Tooru actually listens to. He keeps using his snark whenever I talk to him, and I don’t really have the patience for babysitting two nobles. Only Kaname has the goodness for that.”

Ushijima bites lightly at Akaashi’s fingers for taking a jab at him. He revels in the little giggle that comes out of Akaashi’s mouth. “I am not someone to babysit, Keiji.”

“That’s what you say,” Akaashi hums, tilting his head up so Ushijima can kiss up his neck better. “Tooru’s been very unpleasant with Koushi and Kenjirou, and you know how those two are when they get cross, especially Kenjirou. I don’t think he likes Tooru very much. You really do need to do something about him, Wakatoshi.”

“How do you suppose I do that?” Ushijima asks, murmuring the question against Akaashi’s mouth before giving it a kiss, tongue soft and warm against Ushijima’s. Akaashi is running his fingers soothingly through Ushijima’s hair, tugging lightly at it, when they hear the dragging sound of the door being opened, and the gasp of a surprised Omega.

Ushijima pulls away from Akaashi’s hold to look at the direction of the door, only to see the surprised face of the very person whose obstinate personality was the topic of his and Akaashi’s conversation just seconds ago. Ushijima watches as Oikawa’s big brown eyes flit from him to the Omega underneath him, before he starts and runs away, leaving the door ajar in his haste. The scent of an upset Omega traces the air, and Ushijima’s Alpha bristles in concern.

“You should go after him,” he hears Akaashi say, and when he turns to face him, Ushijima gets a chaste kiss on his lips, the corner of his mouth, his cheek. “You can pay attention to me next time.”

Ushijima kisses Akaashi’s palm as a small thank-you before he goes to follow Oikawa’s scent, leading him to the Omega’s designated quarters. Ushijima’s never visited this place before, having been too busy the moment he came back from Aoba Johsai that he never was able to make sure if Oikawa settled in well or not. Ushijima knocks on the door, waits several seconds, then pushes it open.

He’s greeted with the sight of the distressed Omega pacing back and forth, only to stop and release a sound of surprise when he sees Ushijima. The surprise easily morphs into a sneer on Oikawa’s beautiful face.

“What are you doing here?” Oikawa hisses, taking steps backward to move away from Ushijima who’s slowly advancing towards him. “Shouldn’t you be with Akaashi? You were obviously busy feeling him up last I saw you with him.”

“What is the problem, Tooru?” Ushijima asks calmly, trying not to aggravate the Omega more.

“My problem?” Oikawa huffs an unamused laugh. “I’ve been taken away from my home to live in this palace unhappily with people I don’t know, and an Alpha that treats me like I don’t exist. What could possibly be my problem?”

So he really is feeling neglected. Ushijima opens his mouth to respond, but Oikawa continues on with his rant.

“And when I finally find the courage to approach you because Suga-chan and Moniwa-chan told me you’d understand I see you with Akaashi. And I just thought you were too busy to be with me but my mistake, huh? Am I not as pretty as the others? Maybe you shouldn’t have taken me in if you can’t handle having another Omega.”

Ushijima growls at Oikawa’s words. He finds himself lengthening his strides so he can close the distance between him and his young concubine. “I assure you I’m perfectly capable of having all of you on my court.”

Oikawa bares his teeth at Ushijima, the straight white of them gleaming in the lamp light. “Could have fooled me, Ushiwaka-chan.” The nickname is childish, insulting almost, and it offends Ushijima like its intended purpose supposes.

“Don’t call me that,” Ushijima warns, one hand moving to press against the wall behind Oikawa, the other wrapping around the Omega’s pale, slender neck to crowd him into the marble. He feels Oikawa’s gasp against his face from their close proximity, the hollowing of Oikawa’s throat under the warm palm of his hand. “I do not appreciate you talking to me like this.”

“You don’t?” Oikawa’s eyebrow raises stubbornly, the smirk pulling at his red mouth turning diabolic Ushijima wonders if a smile can actually be so dangerous. “I demand you to let me go. You don’t have the right to hold me down.”

Ushijima moves closer, flexing his fingers experimentally around Oikawa’s neck, watching fear flash through the Omega’s eyes. Ushijima’s hand is big enough to almost wrap around the whole of Oikawa’s neck, and there is enough power in them to wring the air out of his throat if he wanted to, and this is a fact the Omega and just about anybody knows. 

“I have every right, Tooru,” Ushijima informs him, voice low and authoritative it makes the concubine’s knees go weak, the need to bare his neck almost uncontrollable. “I’m the Alpha, and you’re the Omega, I give you the orders and you follow them. Not the other way around.”

Maybe this is what Oikawa been needing this whole time: to be reminded of his place and be asserted by his Alpha. He’s needy of his Alpha’s attention and has been taking drastic measures like being obstinate and fighting with the other concubines just to get what he wants, and it’s taken only now for Ushijima to finally play his game.

Ushijima watches Oikawa’s eyes glaze over with emotion, before he whispers, “My Alpha?”

Ushijima works a leg between the Omega’s, feeling the dampness of the apex of Oikawa’s thighs press against his, the warmth seeping through the fabric of their clothes. Oikawa’s cheeks flush red, and the unguarded beauty of his face reminds Ushijima why he chose him in the first place, why he was enamoured by this Omega from the get-go.

Ushijima leans to nose at the line of Oikawa’s jaw, the soft, sweet scent of his filling his nose and settling on his tongue like sugar. He brings the lobe of Oikawa’s ear into his mouth and sinks his teeth into the plush of it. “Your only Alpha.”

And Ushijima swears he’ll make sure he’s the only Alpha Oikawa would ever want and need.