Hi!! It’s my first time requesting so idrk what to say ahhhh ! Could you
keep me anonymous though ? And also, here’s my request : a song fic for
Akashi with Taylor Swift’s Speak Now? Thank you ~ have a nice day !!
No problem! Because of the song’s lyrics,
this will be written from the reader (female)’s point of view. Maaaaann I
haven’t listened to Taylor Swift for so long I had to listen to this
several times to remember the lyrics xD Also, surprise! -Admin Fyre
“Have you heard?”
what?” You weren’t really listening, too busy scrolling on your phone
to pay attention to your friend, and oblivious to her serious tone.
“About the wedding.”
paused, your interest piqued. A wedding? Whose? You hadn’t heard of
anybody that you knew to be dating recently, and such a happy event was
always nice to have every once in a while…
Your friend took a deep breath. “Akashi Seijuurou’s. He’s marrying Sayuri Kiyohime.”
would be married in a Western church, using a completely Western style
that everybody used now, with the white gowns and the veil because
Sayuri demanded it.
You knew that Akashi - and his family - had
always preferred the old traditional Japanese wedding, but it seemed
that it wouldn’t happen now.
You wondered where Sayuri
was. You hadn’t seen her in a while, but something may have changed if
Akashi was being forced to marry her…
“Are you retarded?”
jumped nearly a foot into the air as the familiar shriek pierced the
air, echoing from a nearly room down the hallway. There was a clattering
of metal hitting the ground as you tiptoed closer, and when you peeked
in you saw an overturned accessory tin on the rug, jewellery spilled
over the ground, and a cowering bridesmaid hurrying to pick them up.
you okay—” You caught yourself just in time as another figure appeared
inside the room, approaching the bridesmaid, and you felt your heart
skipping a beat. It was Sayuri - and she really looked like she
hadn’t changed much. Her brown hair was shorter, at shoulder-length
instead of cascading to her lower back, and it was more curly than you
remembered, and if anything she looked younger than before: but her
orange eyes were filled with as much disdain and contempt as they always
Sayuri didn’t seem to have noticed you by the door as she continued, “Tell me what I told you yesterday about the earrings. What did I say about the earrings?”
“T-that you wanted the emerald ones…”
what the hell is this?” Sayuri snatched up a handful of jewellery from
the ground, the metal clinking together in her fist. “Tell me, are you
colourblind? Even if you are, my family and the Akashi family aren’t!
What will they think if they see that my bridesmaids can’t even follow
orders? What do you think that says about me? Tell me!”
Yep, you thought. She hasn’t changed at all.
about Akashi? The man you loved, the man you wanted to see the most?
You felt a stabbing pain at the thought of seeing him, simply in this
kind of situation where he’s about to marry another woman, this woman no less, and probably having no eyes for you.
Still you wanted to see him. You had to.
couldn’t find him anywhere. So now here you were, hiding behind the
curtains at the side of the church, watching the ceremony begin.
Just for a glimpse.
Then you would leave.
…That was what you told yourself, but…
feet were frozen to the spot, and you couldn’t tear your gaze away from
the sight of Akashi, standing by the staircase to the altar. He wasn’t
facing you, and you could only see a side of him from his back while he
spoke to Midorima - probably his best man - but that was enough to draw
At first it was like he hadn’t changed much,
either. His red hair was longer, but the bangs had been swept back, and
he didn’t seem much taller from two years ago when you last saw him.
Then again, he had changed.
His posture was stiffer, his eyes looked tired, and his voice
was…resigned when he spoke. He must have gone through a lot since
And Sayuri was standing next to him, her hair done up in a
chignon and her face covered with a thin veil, wearing a puffy white
dress that was practically dripping with lace layers and silver sequins,
an over-the-top representation of her own wealth, in stark contrast to
Akashi in his simple black suit.
absolutely nowhere to run, you had sat down with the people attending
the wedding, just several rows behind the rest of Sayuri’s family, all
dressed in bright pastel colours to match with their dear daughter.
This was a bad, bad idea.
you could make up an excuse of going to the bathroom to run away as
quickly as you could - Akashi was nearly looking your way - the lights
in the church flickered and to your horror, the music stopped and the
priest began to speak.
too quiet now. Everyone’s attention was focused on the two standing
before the altar. If you made any move, you’d draw too much attention to
yourself and get caught.
That was what you were supposed to be
thinking, and yet you stayed still in your seat, frozen by the priest’s
words, who seemed to be addressing the audience instead.
anyone here present know of any reason that this couple should not be
joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace,” the
priest droned, and there were a couple of people sniggering around the
church at the cheesy line.
But you were listening, and now you were thinking. Speak now, or forever hold your peace.
you do that? Forever hold your peace, pretend you were okay with Akashi
being married to someone else forever, watch him spend the rest of his
life without you in it?
The priest was still looking around, but he looked mildly amused, as if he didn’t really expect anyone to object. “Anyone?”
It was now or never.
You clenched your fists and stood up. But instead of I object or may I speak or anything, all you said was, “Akashi,” because that was all that was on your mind.
turned to face you - with expressions of horror, disbelief, confusion,
but Akashi’s face was most unreadable when he looked at you. What was he
feeling? Relief? Joy? Or anger, or even fear?
Did he know why you were here? Could he see it, realise it?
you said again, and you realised a moment too late that you were crying
- there were tears streaking down your cheeks and people around you
were murmuring, whispering, saying things about you.
Who is that?
Beats me. Some jealous ex?
She’s crying. Someone hand her a tissue. She’s embarrassed herself enough already, I’m actually feeling bad for her.
I recognise her - she and Akashi-kun used to be in love.
She must still love him, then.
She does, you wanted to say. I do.
And from the look in Akashi’s eyes, the smile that broke across his face, the way he didn’t so much as look in Sayuri’s direction as he pulled away from her and came towards you - you knew that he still did, too.