2020 Akame Comment Fic Post (because I'm feeling nostalgic lately)
SO, I KNOW I'M LAME AS FUCK, OKAY?
But I've been reading tinybars's fic meme stuff (for those of you who at this point are wondering what I'm talking about, please visit tinybars's journal as this is an age old fic meme stuff that was popular in LJ ten years ago) and I'm kinda missing that stuff from the past. I'm an old man who's set in his old ( Read more... )
But I've been reading tinybars's fic meme stuff (for those of you who at this point are wondering what I'm talking about, please visit tinybars's journal as this is an age old fic meme stuff that was popular in LJ ten years ago) and I'm kinda missing that stuff from the past. I'm an old man who's set in his old ( Read more... )
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Hayato woke up that morning as a man with a mission. Ryuu had been pestering him about the general state of their apartment, scolding him in that half-scoff, half-uninterested tone that irritates him so much every time Ryuu trips on something. It annoyed him to no end whenever Ryuu pretended he was insignificant and wasn’t worth the dirt they used to kick around at that old playground with an even older swing set.
Hayato liked it so much better when Ryuu was being cooperative and, though not often, appreciative of his magnificent being. Hayato deserved the best. And really, wasn’t Ryuu his best friend and boyfriend, and was therefore obliged to treat him with respect? What happened to their bond? So much for kizuna, he thought bitterly.
After all, it wasn’t Hayato’s nor his shirts’ fault that Ryuu can sometimes be blind and trip over the dozen things laying around their floor. Sure, Hayato can be a bit messy and unorganized but that was it. It was just a bit. It definitely didn’t warrant the regular Odagiri-chastising session he receives every other day or so. Hayato was suspicious; it was as if Ryuu had his speeches written beforehand to be delivered on schedule.
But that would change today. Ryuu was in school, doing what teachers did, so he had the whole apartment to himself. At least until school ends.
And although he was grateful to have time to laze around without care, Hayato thought back to Ryuu’s students and frowned at the falling reputation of delinquency nowadays. He was more than upset at the way kids these days had gone all soft and squishy. They can hardly be called delinquents; their only form of rebellion coming in lame versions of ditching classes and breaking uniform code.
That wasn’t the only thing making Hayato frown though. There was this one time when Hayato visited Ryuu at school unannounced and bore witness to said students falling in line and depositing snacks, piling them up high, on Ryuu’s desk at the teacher’s office. It was so suspicious that, although heavy on his pride and ego, he approached Principal Sawatari and inquired on the matter. Sawatari hadn’t changed at all, Hayato noted then. Seven years and he still looked like a monkey wearing a stiff suit.
But the answer Hayato got wasn’t funny at all. Sawatari told him that the 3D students had been pleading for Odagiri-sensei’s good graces again after pulling a prank on the new English teacher, sending her crying and taking a day off from school, which made Odagiri furious and refuse to teach them, exchanging classes with another teacher who, according to the students, wasn’t as pretty and graceful as Odagiri-sensei were.
Hayato agreed with the descriptions but he didn’t like that Ryuu was turning today’s generation of tough kids into begging and simpering disciples.
But enough of Ryuu and his harem of school boys. Hayato decided he will put an end to Ryuu’s lecture sessions at home by actually cleaning.
Yes, he, Yabuki Hayato, would wear an apron - that he stealthily took from work - and grab a broom to clean and do household chores.
Ryuu wouldn’t know what hit him.
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This happened every time the restaurant closes for regular maintenance. He would wake up later than Ryuu, and Ryuu would eat sorry excuses for breakfast. Oh well, it wouldn’t derail Hayato from his plan. He could just cook a celebratory meal later and continue his mission, the lifelong one, to fatten Ryuu up. Hayato couldn’t live with being a chef and having an undernourished boyfriend now, could he?
So. It was all going very well until he had hit his limit. Hayato was just human after all, and after three hours of folding clothes - how come half his wardrobe was on the floor? - and throwing leftovers and washing the dishes - how could they have that many dishes for two people?? - Hayato decided he had enough. Whatever trash that cluttered the tables and couch, they can stay there. Ryuu would be surprised, and hopefully happy, enough that Hayato had managed to finish half of the kitchen and a third of the living room.
Now, the bedroom.
Hayato padded to the bedroom and deemed more organizing would be too much effort in his already tired and weary state so, yes, vacuum. At least the floor would be clean for Ryuu’s prissy feet. That should pacify Ryuu.
Hayato was sloppily vacuuming their bedroom, moving things with his foot instead of picking them up, when he stumbled upon a shoe box under their bed.
He was sure it wasn't Ryuu’s because the first thing he saw upon opening it was an explicit female on the cover of a porn magazine. Ryuu was a healthy male, of course, but he really didn’t have the taste for women, and Hayato - Hayato had the interest for anything that moved and talked. So. Yes. The magazine, and the box, was probably his.
Abandoning the poor vacuum, Hayato settled on the floor, legs crossed and the box in front of him, eyes twinkling like it was a treasure chest from Santa and today was Christmas, forgetting all thoughts of doing chores.
Ryuu did always say that Hayato had the habit of believing what his mind tells him instead of the actual facts. Hayato never listened to Ryuu. He’ll be damned if he listened to another teacher. Yankumi had done enough damage to his manly pride.
There in the box laid little things that reminded Hayato of high school. A chipped bottle of beer, a half-eaten packet of potato chips, his highest scoring exam, and some more porn clippings and magazines alongside suspicious DVDs. It was mostly trash and Hayato didn’t understand why past-him would keep them. But he didn’t understand half the things he did so thinking about reasons and details from way back then would just make his head hurt uselessly. He’s tired too, and the bed kept beckoning at him ever since he entered the room with the sorry vacuum now left unattended on the side.
But just as Hayato was putting back the things in the box, something glinted from the bottom corner. He emptied the box again, unknowingly casting the magazines and the DVDs across the room in his mission.
And, yes, there, he was right! The glinting object was his first ever piercing!
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The skull was very detailed and menacing and screamed gang leader, which Hayato aspired to be. Well, at least before he met Yankumi and before Ryuu came back to school after their stupid fight. Thinking about it now, he supposed that choosing a skull-designed piercing must be his subconscious intensely missing Ryuu while they fought at that time. After all, he wasn’t fond of creepy stuff like that. Ryuu was.
Giggling to himself, Hayato hastily checked if the holes in his belly button were still open, and for some reason time can’t explain, they still were. The day was proving to be great, Hayato cheered in delight.
So he put on the piercing after who-knows-how-many-years, wincing just a little bit at the stretch and coolness of it. He admired himself in the mirror. He looked good, he looked young. And definitely, Hayato would hit on himself if he wasn’t in an exclusive relationship with Ryuu.
His body thrummed with so much excitement. He can’t wait for Ryuu to see his piercing again after so long. Hayato wondered how Ryuu would react. His boyfriend should like it, yes. It looked good on him, therefore Ryuu would be appreciative.
Ryuu would come home and love him for cleaning their home, and love him even more when he sees that Hayato had gone a notch hotter.
Yes, yes. It was with these thoughts that Hayato buried himself under the covers of their plush bed and took his afternoon nap.
He would just have to wake up later to cook dinner and give Ryuu more reason to love him. And perhaps cease all the nagging.
Hayato’s poor ears can’t take any more of the Odagiri-lectures. Ryuu’s students might find it hot, but Hayato had graduated long ago already. He’s a grown man now.
Yes, a grown man with a belly button piercing.
Ryuu would have no choice but to take him seriously.
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When Hayato woke up this time, it was with an odd feeling.
The room was dark, the sun had already set and was gone from the sky, and Ryuu - Ryuu’s eyes glued on him in that way that made Hayato’s hackles rise in defense.
What did he do now? He had cleaned! Didn’t Ryuu see that? Why did Ryuu look like he’s ready to swing a fist on him?
“Hey, you’re home,” he said warily, “I must’ve slept through my alarm,” lies, they both knew since Hayato never made friends with anything that disturbed his sleep except for Ryuu, especially on days without work, “I haven’t made dinner yet.”
“I know,” Ryuu’s voice was sharper than before and Hayato really didn’t know what was going on.
He made a motion to sit up, but Ryuu stopped him with a hand on his shoulder, pushing just a little so Hayato would lay back down. Still with the intensely focused gaze.
“Ryuu?”
A hand crept on his side which, he was only noticing now, was bare of any clothing. In fact, he had forgotten that he went shirtless before his cleaning stint and fell in bed without bothering for a shirt.
But still, Ryuu had seen him naked plenty. This was becoming weird. Why was Ryuu staring at him so intently?
“Ryuu, you’re being weird.”
The hand moved, leaving traces of warmth in its wake, until it settled on his tummy, thumb at the edges of his belly button. And Ryuu’s tongue darted out to wet lips that Hayato was very fond of.
Oh.
So that was it.
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Ryuu tilted his head in gesture to the mess on the floor. “So that's where those came from. Are you getting bored of me?”
Hayato’s eyes widened in horror. “What?! Of course not! Those were from high school, I think. I promise I didn’t look into the magazines.” And with a bout of honesty, he continued, “I’m actually scared to look into them. Especially the DVDs. They were a gift from Tsucchi, if I’m remembering correctly. And you know he’s always liked freaky stuff.”
Ryuu, at least, looked approvingly so Hayato was in the clear. He might be easily provoked and he was sure Ryuu kept tabs on his jealous tantrums, but a jealous Ryuu was something scarier than all of his angry sulkings.
A jealous Ryuu was vindictive and sometimes sadistic. Hayato wouldn’t want a repeat of that one time abroad when he got a bit friendly with a blonde bartender and Ryuu made sure they didn’t leave the hotel room for three days, with Hayato pinned on the bed for just as long.
He shuddered at the memory.
“So,” he awkwardly says, “What’s up?”
“Hmmm.”
Not good enough. Hayato didn’t get anything worth thinking over with just Ryuu humming.
The thumb on his belly button started moving, caressing the skin gently, and thumbing the skull piercing.
“Do you like it?”
Ryuu’s eyes flicked to his and Hayato almost gasped at the darkness in them. Hayato knew that look. Ryuu wanted to break some bones. Maybe his bones.
“Please,” he whines, “What did I do now?”
“This,” Ryuu pressed on the metal and Hayato felt the skin of his belly stretch and dip, a little uncomfortable and, okay, embarrassing in the way it made him gasp. Hayato cursed himself for being so easy when it comes to Ryuu. “You should’ve known better than to wear this again, Hayato.”
Ryuu leaned down and brushed moist lips against his belly - and Hayato swore he saw the past, the present, and the future.
And it all came back to him in a rush, the reason why he removed the piercing and stored it in the depths and darkness under their bed, in a box never to be opened again.
It was because the metal had a curse and it changed Ryuu into something dangerous. It casted some weird voodoo and made Ryuu lose all sense of human control whenever it was on Hayato’s belly, and Hayato was a massive idiot to forget such a thing. This, this crazy, wild thing that swirled behind Ryuu’s glassy eyes.
Hayato remembered stuffy locker rooms and metal doors clanging against his back whenever Ryuu slammed him without thought; dirty bathroom stalls and Ryuu trying to muffle the noises coming out of his mouth whenever they cut classes; the scorching and rough cement of the rooftop in the afternoons Ryuu caught him talking to one of the girls from Momo High.
The splintering of Ryuu’s bed that one time Ryuu dragged him home when both Odagiri parents were out of town. A whole night of Ryuu’s warmth suffocating him, nothing but heat and slick and moans whenever he tried to recall what actually went down that night.
Anyway, the obvious conclusion was that the piercing really made Ryuu something else. Something certainly beyond human. Something that drained Hayato’s life energy super fast.
And that was the exact reason why he hid the stupid skull away - to preserve his health and Ryuu’s sanity.
What had he done now? Oh god. And to think he actually thought this day would be great. Maybe his friends were onto something whenever they called him idiot.
Hayato felt something wet, tongue, drag down from where Ryuu’s mouth originally was. Down, down, down, until it reached the stupid skull, and then, and then - it was game over.
Hayato felt Ryuu’s grip against his hip, pinning him down, and another against one of his wrists, bruisingly tight.
The last thing that registered in Hayato’s growingly hazy mind was Ryuu murmuring, “You’re so dead, Yabuki,” and Hayato agreed without protest because he knew he couldn’t win against this Ryuu.
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Sooooo that's it! im sorry im a coward when it comes to writing p o r n so im leaving this at this and running away~~ sorry to make you read all these and no smut in the end s i g h
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You know I'm now going to ask for this snippet, right? :P
Hayato cursed himself for being so easy when it comes to Ryuu.
No, man, that's what I like the most about you XD
It was because the metal had a curse and it changed Ryuu into something dangerous. It casted some weird voodoo and made Ryuu lose all sense of human control whenever it was on Hayato’s belly, and Hayato was a massive idiot to forget such a thing. This, this crazy, wild thing that swirled behind Ryuu’s glassy eyes.
Y E S. Y E S.
The last thing that registered in Hayato’s growingly hazy mind was Ryuu murmuring, “You’re so dead, Yabuki,” and Hayato agreed without protest because he knew he couldn’t win against this Ryuu.
I want you to know I'm officially dead.
You killed me.
Take responsibility.
Thank you SO MUCH for taking on my prompt. Your take on it was certainly SAVAGE. I loved it. I love possessive Ryuu more than possessive Hayato because nobody would expect usually quiet and withdrawn Ryuu could be so passionate.
I love this. Thank you so much for participating and for writing MY prompt 😱
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IT'S A SKULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
Hayato would hit on himself if he wasn’t in an exclusive relationship with Ryuu.
YES, YOU BEAUTIFUL HUMAN BEING.
Yes, a grown man with a belly button piercing.
Yes. That's it. That's the plot XD
Oh, god, Ryuu being intense as fuck and Hayato being clueless about it ajdjasndnajdnasdnas an then:
Oh.
So that was it.
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LMAO XD
Hayato never listened to Ryuu. He’ll be damned if he listened to another teacher. Yankumi had done enough damage to his manly pride.
That's so... Hayato XD
And, yes, there, he was right! The glinting object was his first ever piercing!
BFBAOFASFOSFOSAFDPI I'M GETTING EXCITED ALREADYYYYYY
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What happened to their bond? So much for kizuna, he thought bitterly.
LOLOLOL this made me crack up XD
Ryuu lecturing kids at school and Hayato at home is bfoaboabfouaoas. I just realized I'm weak for that trope.
But enough of Ryuu and his harem of school boys.
HAREM OF SCHOOL BOYS. THE IMAGE.
YABUKI HAYATO CLEANING IN AN APRON.
I'M SCREAMING, OKAY?
And don't you ever apologize for writing a lot. There's never 'too much' when it comes to Akame/HayaRyuu <3
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