u fricking nerds

anonymous asked:

why heLLO THERE do u take prompts ?? can u pls write a fic in wHICH AKASHI SEIJURO DIES AND NOT KUROKO THANK U U FRICKING NERD alSO PLS FUKIGN FIGHT ME

EXCUSE U SHITLORD I WILL FITE YOU, PERSON WHO I CLEARLY DO NOT KNOW BECAUSE WHO ELSE WOULD MAKE THIS REQUEST.

what a better way to commemorate the new year than bathing it in akashi-sama’s blood. here have ur #killakashiseijuro2k16

Title: Bring Him Home

Word Count: 860 words

Summary: Sometimes, wishing can cost you an eternity greater than your life’s worth.

(or, Seijuurou has always been one for long-term investments.) 

Warnings for charadeath… but it ends on a happy note i suppose 8^)

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He is thirteen when you first meet him. Baby-cheeked and stars in his eyes, tiptoeing up the tender first steps of adolescence. You join him, on the opening ceremony of Teikou Middle, under a blanket of cherry blossoms sprinkling your sweet, little heads with big, rose-colored dreams.

You can tell he’s just started getting used to people, when he bows to you with habituated ease but offers little else. With your own practised set of etiquettes you show him a friendly smile, and his facial muscles finally seem to relax. Before you know it he’s returning what you gave him, slanting his mouth. Adds to what you gave by offering you a shy hand.

You are thirteen years old the first time you make a friend.

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