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🇧🇷 29, demi sapphic, they/them. multifandom fic writer and aspiring chef. occasionaly talkative. ao3: archiveofourown.org/users/kenmagoes…
🇧🇷 29, demi sapphic, they/them. multifandom fic writer and aspiring chef. occasionaly talkative. ao3: archiveofourown.org/users/kenmagoes…
![Fic by:
Kitty
Spot Art by:
Biip (Biipbop)
[Leblanc's Lending Library Logo]
Akechi gave him a withering look. "I seem to remember telling you I'm a terrible cook."
"I just need an extra set of hands. Butchering will keep me busy," Akira said, breezing past him to get the fish out of the fridge. He'd caught both the akamutsu and kinmedai himself, because it'd felt important to make this dinner something purely his to offer. He'd broken down the kinmedai the same day he'd reeled it in from the cold deep, but the akamutsu was still shining and whole.
They were similar, these two fish. Both red on the outside with fatty white flesh within, wide-eyed from life in the dark. The akamutsu's fangs and red eyes reminded Akira of his rival. It was tastier—oily and fragrant from the moment a knife slid into its belly. The kinmedai had to eat itself first, decomposing into something almost sweet.
Real chefs called it aging, but Akira understood the power of controlled ruin.
[Biip’s art shows Akechi packaged between fish, covered in plastic wrap. A sticker with the date of 2016.11.20 covers his eyes. Akira’s hand is holding the package, and his fingernails are painted black.]](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:ojrpnyf372obt5wv2tkdfnyg/bafkreia4bfewflds7otwqfgemfjscrldrpoueb2ysffwtpn743zaoyk4vi)
![Fic by:
munchmuffins
Spot Art by:
waipurglsnacht
[Leblanc's Lending Library Logo]
So he's an orphan, too. What a twist of fate, for them to meet like this. An ugly mirror to see how Akechi would've turned out if he wasn't raised on holy ground. What an awful life he would've had: scrounging for scraps and forced to commit crime to survive? He would never deign to live so dreadfully.
"In that case, I'll spend some of your pay for your food right now. You'll get the rest of it once l arrive at the cathedral. Sound fair?”
Akira doesn't say anything for a while. Akechi would've taken that as his refusal, but then he blurts out: "They serve pretty good curry here."
He's an oddball, that's for sure. "We'll get that one for you, then," he says before flagging down a servant who quickly takes down the order and scurries to the kitchen. A fresh plate of rice curry lands on their table almost immediately, the aroma so tantalizing that Akechi has to bite some of his bread to not give in while Akira feeds himself a spoonful of his meal.
[waipurglsnacht’s art shows Akechi dressed in priest’s garb and Akira dressed more roguishly with their dinner of bread and curry.]](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:ojrpnyf372obt5wv2tkdfnyg/bafkreieu57qv52i3xzqjsraehxjl7cm3ug3idmwna3lsiko3aj4aqeufsu)
