#akashi's and kise's first names are always a pain to tag

[tenkasato]

HI!!! so I have been reading your akashi FF!! i love all of them makes me burst with so much more love for him!! I am asking for something i have not read yet of akashi ff and hoping you could do it for me!! I am a major akashi ff finder and still have not find this kinda of theme! So i really want an akashi werewolf x human reader or maybe hybrid akashi x reader!! I know im asking a hard one but i really really wish to read akashi being different LOVE you so much thank you ten!!!

Let me start by saying how much this request challenged my imaginations because I find it a fresh and exciting concept to write! It fits Akashi so well. I had so many ideas on how to write this. I even had thoughts of changing the setting to an 18th century scenario. But enough blabber for now. I’ll write the rest of my ramble at the end of this post. Thank you so much for reading my Akashi fics! I appreciate you so much!!! Your words mean so much to me. Hope you enjoy this ride! ^^

Enigma

Scenario: You always knew something horrifying hid beyond the polished exterior he always had.

Pairing: Hybrid/Werewolf!Akashi Seijuro x reader

You’ve known Akashi Seijuro since you were old enough to read.

He was an enigma, like an untouchable being who seemed to have been created with different materials that usually made man. Even as a child, he was pristine. His face was always sculpted to perfect expressions, his speech always playing along pleasant ribbons that slides into your senses. 

You, as a child, were enamoured. 

It was no lie that you’ve fallen for him. You didn’t know when it started, but you thought what matters is what you realized in the process of developing these feelings. 

Your heart sputters and coughs when he smiles. Your skin tingles with his touch, innocent as they are always. When you hear his voice, you hear only music. You want to wrap yourself around the fullness of his kindness like a cloak.

However, you knew you'd have fallen for him for entirely different reasons. Reasons that are unknown to you, especially.

In all these musings, you hadn’t thought he’d also eventually fall in love with you.

Suddenly, you hear your name being called.

Before you can turn, you feel an arm snake around your waist. Akashi Seijuro kisses like someone who’s after your very soul, beyond the beating muscle in your chest. It always starts out soft, like a caress of a feather. Then, it deepens. He sucks you dry and desperately craving for more. He kisses with adoration, intermingled with hunger, enmeshed with respect for you as a person and as his lover.

You loved that about him. Dignified. Compassionate.

“Did the soup I cooked for you make you hungry?” you laugh once he releases you. 

He pretends to think about it as you step sideways so that you’re now walking beside him. You link arms just as he replies, "I'd say it was rather salty this time."

You gasp, shocked he'd say something offensive about your craft. You were groomed by your father to be the next main chef of the Akashi household. Least to say, your skills in cooking are second to none. Even his own father says so. 

"You should know, Seijuro-san, that I made your favorite soup precisely the same way I usually do, down to the finest grain of salt.”

He shrugs from your arm and pulls you closer instead.

"I'm joking," he whispers to your mouth. Akashi guides you into his room, footsteps hurried yet measured until you're swallowed by the darkness.

He doesn't bother to turn the lamp on. But none of you need a shred of light when you both knew his room by heart—the curtains that flutter as the doors close, the corners of the maple coffee table you could bump to on your way to the bed, the velvety texture of the carpets as you kick off your shoes. 

Akashi's bed always smelled of fresh linen. Sometimes you wished your co-workers hadn't changed it that often. You want to savor his scent, even though you revel in it every time he holds you close like this.

"You're busy today," you comment with a sigh as he kisses your collarbone. 

He smiles, his hand slivering under your shirt to your spine, arching your back. "I'm sorry. There are deadlines coming. Even Father is getting restless nowadays."

"I miss it when we used to just spend the whole day making cookies," you say. "You've always been a busy bee even when you were in middle school. But at least we're able to hang out more often than before."

Akashi senses the shift in your tone, the longing turning down its inflections, the unsaid words he can find in the way you stare into his eyes. His smile drops a little. It becomes solemn. You lean forward to kiss the growing frown away.

Akashi Seijuro is perfect. A gem you could find no flaws in, smooth and brilliant. And most people, if not all, would've been drawn by this to him; after all, you've witnessed throughout the years how he's naturally able to draw them to him because of the qualities he possesses. 

You're different. 

Maybe it's because you practically grew up in the Akashi Manor, watched him turn from a boy to a man and tasted the delicacy reserved in his lips for you. 

You knew him intimately, but you knew he had something else hidden in the layers of corrugated paint coating him. You knew that whatever it is, it's the very thing you fell for.

"I wish you could stay here tonight," he murmurs once your mouths part, you still on top of him, his arms caged around you as they always are by the end of each make out session. 

"Why can't I?" you try, more of out curiosity rather than dismay. "If you tell me to stay, I'll stay."

He places his hands on your cheeks and prompts you to lift your chin up. You regret it. The crimson of his eyes immediately drowns you in flames. 

Mesmerized, you unconsciously reach out to his face to thumb his bottom lip.

"If you stay, I won't be able to keep myself from taking you here." The bared desire in his low voice send chils to crawl under your skin, through your sinews into your bones. 

There.

Right there, you knew you were right. And you made it a point to find out what it is no matter how monstrous or horrid it could be. The unbridled need to know wrings your neck. 

You studied his actions, his nonverbal cues, mannerisms, rise and fall of his voice, his expressions. You searched him between the lines. You drank in every new detail about Akashi Seijuro in mad obsession. It doesn't come across as odd to anyone else in the mansion. They knew you shared a close relationship with the young master.

But after the gruelling months of searching, you come out with nothing.

One afternoon, you flicker your gaze to Akashi, the warm sun tinting his red hair a deep shade of amber. 

Akashi notices your stare and flashes you a smile. 

You start to wonder, as you interlock your fingers together, what exactly are you looking for? What is he hiding?

A weakness no one knows? Cowardice he keeps away? A hidden scar no one's seen? A deep desire? Or maybe, a family secret?

Akashi misinterprets your silence. His hold on your hand tightens, prompting you to snap out of the trance you're in. The concern in his eyes is unmistakable. 

"How are you this beautiful?" you ask to derail him, a wry smile on your lips. 

"I can ask you the same thing," he shoots back.

Laughter bubbles in your gut as you shake your head and pry your hand from his. "This is why I don't believe it when your friends say you don't have a sense of humor. You're hilarious."

Akashi obviously finds that amusing because he lets out a rare laughter as well. So pure. Too pure. Your heart pricks and shrivels.

That night, you decide not to go into his room. You tell him you are going somewhere tomorrow so you want to rest earlier. Akashi doesn't mind, of course. Your nightly bonds are always interrupted with your own personal affairs. It isn’t unusual. 

The sound of grass crunching under your bare feet fills your ears. The night sky is overcast with clouds, covering the only sources of light in a thick blanket. The garden behind the manor is riddled with all sorts of plants, unkempt and flourishing in their own habitat. It's the only part of the Akashi residence that looks untamed—a stark contrast to the opalescent immaculateness of the rest of the mansion. 

You loved gathering your thoughts in quiet places, but the garden has always unnerved you. You steered clear of it, until tonight that is. 

You couldn't have gotten the most perfect timing. 

That's when you see it, or rather him. He's enveloped in the darkness that engulfs his entirety. A hulking figure completely merged within the shadows of the night and the tendrils of the wild plants. 

You gasp, not able to keep the excitement and dread from filling your throat. The sound catches his attention. He snaps and lunges after your frozen form. 

Your body hits the soil. Looking up in a mad frenzy, you finally see the creature pinning you to the ground. 

A strangled noise garbles your voice.

Face perfectly sculpted. Expressions sharp as a knife. Hair blood-red in the night. Eyes flashing cold, gleaming gold looking down upon you with repugnance and animalistic desire. 

Who is this?

You're paralyzed in unadulterated fear.

"Se-Seijuro-san—," you begin to beg but you're interrupted when he presses his lips to yours hard enough to bruise. A kiss. Liberated from reason, spiteful and also lust-driven. 

So unlike the one’s you’ve always received.

Your stomach churn as he swipes his tongue over your lips, heartbeat quickening when he nibbles at the skin over your pulse.

"Afraid now, are we?" he hums, tone taking a deranged ebb. 

You want to scream, to let out the bile building up in your throat, to claw at the hand now wrapped around your throat. You found what you were looking for—the beast that mercilessly shatters through the glass-like mask Akashi had always worn. 

You raise a hand to shove him, but he catches your wrist and pins it above your head. When you meet his uncompromising stare once more, you see him for who he is, unearthed, unshackled.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" he whispers. 

Every muscle, every fiber of your body goes fraught at his voice as a whimper tears out from your throat. Genuine thrill, however, tingles your spine and tangles them into knots. You need to know more about him.

With a nod, you concede. Akashi nips at your jawline before carrying you in his arms. 

The last thing you remember about that night was his smile, one that you didn't know to whom it belonged to anymore.

Taglist: @shakethatsassyass @the-chronicles-of-a-bookworm @thesongstressayre

So… I feel like this has been cut short. Yes, there might be a part 2 *hides in the back*. This was actually inspired by the novel “Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde” where in Hyde the repressed id counterpart of the ‘original’ identity, Jekyll. Is Akashi here a werewolf? Or is he something else? For now, I’d like to leave it to the readers to imagine. The other Akashi reader met in the end hasn’t revealed anything yet after all. Please share me your thoughts! Thank you for making it this far! ^^

Another sidenote: I love dark, gothic themes. I feel a bit rusty after not having written much in my element for a while, but I hope I was able to deliver ^^

[wakaoujisenhime]

Hi! Can I ask headcanons about Kise and Akashi fall in love with the same girl? Good luck!

A/N: Hi there! Of course you can and thank you for the request! So I’ll be explaining both sides and how they came to have romantic feelings for you. I hope you enjoy it!

Tags: Kise x reader ✅  Akashi x reader ✅  SFW ✅  competition ✅  minimal fluff  ✅ 

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the setting will most likely be during their Teiko days

you were quietly eating your lunch under a cherry tree and that’s when Kise had first noticed you

you weren’t anything special, just an average junior high student trying not to attract too much attention 

thanks to his personality Kise didn’t have any problems in making the first step

he’d probably say something like: “Hey there! May I join you?” while approaching you with his own lunch

you had no reason to refuse so you just nod and let him sit next to you

the two of you would remain silent in the beginning, but after Kise starts questioning you about your class, hobbies, favourite color/book/… you two will actually start a conversation 

as soon as the school bell rings, both of you will actually react in the same way: “Oh, the breaks already over? What a shame/That was quick.”

from that point forward Kise and you will spend the breaks together quite often, talking and laughing with each other

Akashi on the other hand randomly saw you one day sitting on your own under that cherry tree while waiting for his Shogi partner Midorima to finally arrive

he wasn’t really interested in you, he was just surprised that you were on your own, but he figured that that’s how you prefered it anyway 

but one day he noticed you and Kise sitting next to each other laughing and he labeled you as one of his many fans/girlfriends

Akashi was telling himself that he wasn’t interested in you in the slightest until he heard a peculiar conversation between Kuroko, Kise and Aomine

Kuroko had noticed that Kise’s mood had improved since some time ago and was asking the blond if there was any special reason for it

Aomine joined in by teasing how he had seen Kise spending time with a girl (you) during his breaks

and that’s when Akashi decided to join the conversation

“What’s this about? Does Kise have another new girlfriend?”

the three of them were actually quite surprised that their capitan would show interest in that kind of talk so Akashi had to come up with an excuse saying how it could affect Kise’s play

Kise then had to explain that it was still nothing more than friendship, but he wouldn’t mind if it became something more

and that’s when Akashi developed some interest in you

he would actually work out a whole plan only to make your first encounter with the Teiko basketball capitan memorable and emperor-worthy

Akashi even went as far as to actually follow (stalk) you for three days so that he could learn your whole schedule and arrange a ‘fated meeting’

you actually had a small ritual each afternoon

while everybody was going to their club activities you’d actually stay behind in an empty classroom and finish up some of your homework

by always using the same empty room you actually made it all easier for Akashi to execute his plan, he had told his team that on that day he’d be late because he had some ‘business’ to take care of

you entered the room and were greeted by a red haired young boy who apparently was doing his homework

“I’m sorry I didn’t know that there would be somebody else here.”, you had apologized and were about to leave if the soft voice of the boy didn’t stop you

“Come on in, it’s not like you are disturbing me, it’s actually quite the opposite.”

afraid to actually refuse you took a seat on the table beside him

you knew who he was

who didn’t in this school?

you knew from rumors that Akashi was apparently coming from a rich family and was quite the perfectionist

but Kise had also told you that he respected him a LOT since Akashi was quite different on the basketball court than during school hours

similar to your encounter with Kise, the both of you remained silent in the beginning but Akashi started up the conversation by asking if you were always staying behind to do your homework

and since then you’ve had a different opinion of Akashi

you saw him as a nice and caring person who had to sacrifice a lot of his freedom in order to be perfect

people like that always earned your sympathy and you became his only escape from that painful reality of his

one day he helped you with a stack of books and after you guys had returned them to the library he actually asked you if he could kiss you

of course you were quite taken aback by his request and wanted to know where all that came from

he explained how great your presence in his life had become in only a small matter of time and how he wished to be the same for you

you told him that you needed some time to figure out your answer and he of course agreed

what you didn’t know was that Kise had actually heard your whole conversation and he was NOT happy

the next day Kise had confronted his captain asking him what his aim with you was

“Kise, you were listening to our conversation so it should be obvious what my aim is.”

Kise rarely got mad, but looking at Akashi’s grin he knew that the red haired man was intending to win you no matter what

“I’m not letting you have her Akashi.”

that line actually surprised Akashi, since he was used to Kise always adding a ‘-cchi’ to his name (out of respect)

you on the other hand had to make your mind up, since the one whom you had feelings for was actually Kise, you saw Akashi more like a friend who needed your support, but you couldn’t deny that his wish to be your equal had made your heart thump against your chest

“(Y/N)-cchi!”    

you turned around immediately recognizing the person who had called for you

“Kise? What’s wrong? Is everything alri-”

“Choose me, not Akashi-cchi, please.”

he confessed to you right then and there

“This can’t become more complicated” is what you thought

well guess what? 

you were wrong

the next thing you knew was how Akashi popped out of nowhere and started arguing with his blond teammate

and as soon as you actually wanted to go between them and speak your mind, both of them extended their hands to you   

“Who are you going to choose, (Y/N)/(Y/N)-cchi?”       

[unenuitetoilee]

inner fire / akakaga / ao3

a flame of recca AU; or, kagami taiga and the perils of kanji-based magic

( this will make more sense if you’ve seen/read FoR, but anyway - the akakaga tag is dead and i want it to be alive :( )

“Again,” Akashi says. “Your form is atrocious.”

“Fuck that,” Kagami replies. Two seconds later he’s face-first in the sand, the searing pain on his side another reminder that none of these assholes are going to give him any rest. He can see Akashi standing dangerously close, peering down at him. “I mean, you’re here. That means I did it correctly, didn’t I?”

Then he yelps, feeling the point of a foot dig hard into his injured side. Akashi folds his arms delicately as he speaks. “As disappointed as I am in your penmanship, Kagami Taiga, yes, I am here. However, do not think for one moment that I do not detest being summoned like that. And as a matter of fact—”

“I haven’t been able to get Murasakibara to come out,” Kagami mutters, pushing Akashi’s foot away as he manages to stand up again. It’s stupid that even when he’s towering over Akashi that he still feels looked down upon. At the very least, it seems his admittance of the fact has softened the withering look on the other’s face just a bit. “I know, I know. Just…let me try again.”

“Very well.”

This time Kagami reacts in time to dodge the attack, which narrowly singes a few hairs. He curses and jumps back, his right hand already going through motions. Fire swirls blue in the palm of his hand, taking form into the shape of a sword. Oi, Bakagami, why the hell are you calling me?

“Only because your name is easier to write,” Akashi replies to Aomine’s internal complaint, then rushes forward, meeting the sword with his bare arm. Of course he would do that, it isn’t like Akashi’s gonna die. Kagami grunts and pushes back, but out of the corner of his eye he sees Akashi’s other arm coming towards him. “Focus, Taiga.”

“Oh hell no—“

He swings around to block the flames, but Akashi jabs at his shoulder painfully, and he loses his balance. At the last moment he stabs the sword into the sand, then twists away just as Akashi’s flames hit where he’d just stood seconds ago.

Hey, that hurts!

Shut up and just help me, Ahomine.

“If you only know how to dodge,” Akashi says, somehow appearing right above him, “It will only be a matter of time for your brother to kill you. You do know that, right?”

“Of course I fucking—“

Then Kagami sees Akashi’s left eye glow golden, and he gulps.

Did you have to open your big mouth, he can hear Aomine grumble. Jesus, Murasakibara, just get out there already!

A petulant whisper answers in the back of his mind. Don’t wanna.

“Oi, if I die, all of you die,” Kagami growls, suddenly flicking his sword upwards, stabbing at the space between them. Akashi is forced to back away, but Kagami knows he’s not done yet. The glint in his eye can only mean one attack is coming.

Focus.

This time, Kagami thinks about a shield as he traces Murasakibara’s name in the air, the strokes coming back to him like the first time he managed to drag the lumbering giant out of the seal on his arm. Reluctant as Murasakibara always is to fight, at least he isn’t on Haizaki’s level of difficulty in controlling.

This time, it works.

Tch, annoying.

A spark of purple appears before his eyes, and then the barrier spreads before him, shooting upwards just as Akashi swings down his hand. The shifting sands part beneath their feet in a whirl as the beam of golden flame cuts across the air to meet the flames of the barrier. The ensuing impact throws Kagami backwards, and he grits his teeth as he feels the sand rub against his wounds. Still, as he looks up, he sees the barrier has held.

“Much better,” he can hear Akashi say, though he cannot see anything but dust.

“I hate all of you,” Kagami says, mostly truthful.

Even knowing the fact that Akashi hadn’t really been trying kill him—…probably—Kagami can’t help but wonder if he’s got some other reason to be here. He washes his face in the shitty communal bathroom and cleans up, glad there’s nobody else here—the rest of his team had gone out to the training grounds earlier. Just as well—he’s the only one able to access the spirits’ mind-portal after all. And…

Akashi is waiting for him outside, handing him a towel as he comes out; he mutters a thanks before proceeding to throw it around his neck. They walk down the hallway together, neither saying a word.

Kagami feels his entire body ache, the burn on his side still throbbing distinctly. He sneaks a peek at Akashi, whose smooth skin carries no visible wounds, no traces of cuts or burns or bruises. “I was wondering…”

“A scarce occurrence.”

“Hey!” Then, after a beat, “Why are you the only one who can appear like this?”

“Hm?”

“The others, they can’t, you know…” Kagami waves a hand around. Even with the other flame spirits becoming a part of his daily life, Akashi’s existence is still beyond his understanding, even with all the other theoretically physically impossible things happening around him. “Exist in the human world. Or whatever. It’s like they’re haunting my brain or something.”

Akashi gives him a mildly exasperated look as he pushes open the door to Kagami’s room. “I doubt your brain is an object anyone would find desirable to haunt, Taiga.”

“…So do you just appear to laugh at me, or.”

“I choose to appear because I want to make sure you fulfill your task, Kagami Taiga,” Akashi says, with some sort of finality that Kagami does pick up on this time, and so he closes his mouth. “Considering we are bound to you and would disappear should you die from unforeseen circumstances—“

“You mean Tatsuya.”

“Exactly.”

Kagami sits on his bed. Akashi does not sit; he has one hand on the chair near the window, looking outside at the grounds below. Undoubtedly thinking too long and too hard about something Kagami cannot and cannot bother to understand. Still, the sunlight on his face, the shadows on the ground where he stands, makes for a reminder that despite his (annoying) nature Akashi is corporeal and not just a figment of his imagination. All of this had happened so fast that Kagami still wakes up every day half-expecting to be on a hospital bed from a lengthy coma.

But he is here instead, fighting for his life, and for answers. “There’s something different about you.”

Akashi doesn’t answer, but turns his attention from the window to him. This just makes Kagami more nervous, although now that he’s blurted out whatever’s on his mind (again!), there is simply no way to take it back.

(He wonders if—if he presses his thumb to the scarlet character etched upon his forearm, if Akashi would feel the call like the others do, but Kagami has never tried with him. Outside of battle Akashi comes and goes as he pleases, always.)

“Alex told me about ghosts once,” he continues. It’s partially true, though that particular conversation had arisen from pretty much the same confusion he’s currently experiencing. He has an inkling Akashi knows where this is going, such is that Kagami can see a shadow come over his face. “The more regrets they have in life, the more of them that stay behind. Something like that.”

He is met with silence. Kagami doesn’t dare look up (had he said something wrong again? It wouldn’t be the last time, honestly) for a few moments, but then he feels Akashi sit down next to him.

(Is that a sigh Kagami hears? Is he after all this time just a living, breathing human being masquerading as something else?)

“I will not explain it in detail,” Akashi says, his words chosen carefully, diplomatically, and Kagami feels his insides twist. “Because it does not concern your upcoming battle. Should you survive that encounter, I suppose it shouldn’t hurt to disclose the reason for my being here.”

“Are you telling me I’m not strong enough to know?”

Perhaps sensing the rising belligerence in his tone, Akashi jabs him in the shoulder, just above where his tattoos begin. “You are simply not ready.”

“Stop being cryptic,” Kagami grumbles, massaging his shoulder. But really, what had he been expecting? It’s not like any of them to speak so openly about their existences. Even Kise had quickly changed the subject after a so like, are you guys still gonna hang around after I win this tournament? that’d slipped out of Kagami’s mouth a few weeks back. Maybe it’s too complicated for a mere mortal like him to understand, but… “Fine. You better tell me after this is all over.”

Akashi gives him a sidelong glance. “Yes.”

Well. Lying down on the bed, Kagami looks to the ceiling, at the fine cracks running across it. “You don’t think I’ll win?”

“I never said that.”

Kagami continues to stare at the ceiling, feeling the coolness of the ring on his skin. He thinks about the first time he met Tatsuya—the first time after all those years—and the old scar on his cheek, the one that had set everything in motion. Had the spirits already been watching since then? “You said unforeseen circumstances. Can’t you see the future, or something?”

He does not expect Akashi to lean in as well, so when he does so Kagami freezes mid-yawn. But the expression on Akashi’s face is neutral for once. “You really don’t understand, do you?”

“What?”

“To make it clear,” Akashi says, slipping a finger around his chain and yanking him upwards, until they’re seeing eye to eye. If ghosts were smoke and mirrors, Kagami can definitely feel the heat radiating off Akashi’s skin, smell the fire and brimstone in the air. Though this isn’t the first time Akashi has so definitively invaded his private space, he can’t help but notice how close their faces are. “You are not dying on me.”

“Is that,” Kagami replies, trying to wriggle out of the enclosed space; he fails. “Supposed to be followed up with I’m the only one who’s allowed to kill you, or something.”

The pressure on his neck lessens as Akashi pulls away. “A technical impossibility.”

“I could’ve died today.”

“But you didn’t.” Akashi traces a finger down Kagami’s chin, lifting it so Kagami is again looking up at him. The view, Kagami decides, isn’t too bad when Akashi isn’t actively trying to break every bone in his body. “Get some rest.”

“Hah?”

“You have an hour. When you wake up, finish the penmanship assignments on your desk.” He slips off the bed, legs bumping against Kagami’s when he does so. “We will continue training after dinner.”

“Oh,” Kagami says, touching his chin with his own hand. “Hey, where are you going?”

“Taiga, go to sleep.”

“Okay, okay…”

Akashi stops halfway through opening the door, hanging back. Even from this distance Kagami can still feel the residual tension in the air; mostly his fault, he supposes, but it does not stop him from hoping. “Though, in case you need me…”

“Yeah?”

Kagami feels the burn on his forearm, but this time he does not need to look to know what it is. He can also undeniably feel the heat on his face. “Oh. I…yeah, got it.”

The door closes.

(It had been faint, but had Akashi been smiling? He must’ve imagined that, surely.)

As he lays down on the bed once more, Kagami can hear someone sigh at the back of his mind. Oh, Kagamicchi, this is painful to watch—

“Shut up, Kise,” he murmurs out loud, burying his head in a pillow. So much for getting any rest. The snickers he hears tell him he’s still a long, long way from solving this newly arisen complication in his life.