LycanCoffee
Fandoms
Recent works
-
Tags
Summary
Sometimes his boyfriend looked at him like he was looking for someone else.
Akira loved him. Said he loved him. And it didn't sound like a lie.
But sometimes, he shied away from his touch. Sometimes, his eyes glanced over him, like he was just a piece of furniture.
-
Tags
Summary
Ann was full-blown ugly crying: tears, snot, flushed face, all the expected accoutrement.
Somehow, this was his problem.
There was no way she could have known, but her timing was impeccable. He'd been in a guilt-induced fugue state watching his tea over-steep on the counter wondering how, if there was any justice in the world, a miserable sack of shit such as himself was allowed to suck air when she showed up at his doorstep at eight-thirty PM, eyes already puffy, and asked, damply, if she could stay over.
He doesn't hate Ann, most of the time. She's a little vapid sometimes, a little too bubbly for his tastes, but somehow he doesn't mind her dragging him along on errands as much as he imagined he would. Still, even with her obviously in tears, he would have found an excuse, or called the police, or something before letting her step foot into his apartment, if he weren't currently in the bowels of self-loathing.
As it was, he let her inside without saying much of anything.
-
Tags
Summary
"We're infiltrating the… palace, right? We just need to go in and look around? You don't need to worry about my… about whatever it is."
"Crow."
He didn't react. He could see his eyes through the helmet darting around, slightly narrowed in thought.
"Akechi," Ren amended. His head whipped forward immediately.
Yeah, that's suspicious.
"How old are you?"
His posture tightened.
In this outfit, it was easier to tell how much skinnier he was, and how much muscle density had been lost.
And there were only so many ways someone could get shorter.
-
Tags
Summary
She speaks quiet but firm, eyes focused on the door that stands between them and whatever force of destruction is barrelling ahead. "Go out the door behind me. You had nothing to do with this, alright?"
Her eyes get shiny and wobbly with tears. She looks at him, then bows.
"I'm sorry, senpai."
And she's gone, just as ordered.
The doctor sighs with relief. The boss lady doesn't seem moved, however. It's like she knew her win was preordained.
The door bursts open.
The most beautiful person he's ever seen storms inside, incandescent.
"YOU." -
Tags
Summary
Akira comes home to wolf in his house.
Recent series
-
- Words:
- 11,882
- Works:
- 2
- Bookmarks:
- 4
-
- Words:
- 13,887
- Works:
- 1
- Bookmarks:
- 2
-
- Words:
- 4,081
- Works:
- 2
- Bookmarks:
- 11
-
what the hell am I supposed to call this by LycanCoffee
Fandom 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
10 Feb 2020
- Words:
- 6,040
- Works:
- 2
- Bookmarks:
- 8
-
- Words:
- 3,022
- Works:
- 2
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
Every Wednesday, regular as clockwork, Akira has a routine at the end of his shift. Twenty minutes before Leblanc closes, he makes sure he has the store clean and ready to lock up. Ten minutes before closing, he starts to make one last cup of coffee for the evening.
Five minutes before closing, Goro Akechi comes in from the cold.
Bookmarked by LycanCoffee
01 Mar 2026
-
Tags
Summary
“We should write something.” Ren turns to Goro who is standing close to him he can feel his hot breath against his cheek. “Hey, what do you think we should write?”
“You tell me. You’re the sentimental one.”
Ren would beg to disagree. For years now, his name on Goro’s phone is ‘Most Beloved’.
-------------------------------------------
Ren and Goro spends celebrates their 5th anniversary on top of a snowy mountain in a remote part of Italy. That’s it.
Bookmarked by LycanCoffee
09 Jan 2026
-
Tags
Summary
Akira blinks his eyes open wearily. It’s cold, and it’s dark. The sun hasn’t risen yet and silence encapsulates the room like a cage. Nothing but the sound of shallow breaths and rustling fabric fill the quiet space, and he’s content to go back to sleep. With a yawn, he rolls over to his side, pulling the blanket along with him.
When he fully opens his eyes, he is staring at the face of a ghost.
Akira felt his heart stop beating in his chest.
or: obligatory 2/2 fic. happy national akeshu day to those who celebrate!
Bookmarked by LycanCoffee
06 Jan 2026
-
Tags
Summary
Akira goes through the symptoms of grief as he prepares to head home.
Goro has a five step plan in how to disappear, which is almost immediately ruined.
Bookmarked by LycanCoffee
06 Jan 2026
-
Tags
Summary
“Akira,” Goro says calmly, and Akira finally finds the strength to meet his eyes.
It’s scary, but the world doesn’t end. His eyes are familiar, a comfort, and it scares him more how easily they soothe him, because no matter how hard he searches, he can’t find any concrete evidence on whether they’re real or not. Goro’s eyes are firm and genuine. In direct contrast, his calm demeanor radiates off of him where Akira knows his own terror must be pouring off in waves. Despite that, Akira can see his concern in the determined searching of his eyes, and the tension of his brows.
That Akira knows that if something was totally and utterly wrong with the world around him, that if Goro had come to the same conclusions that he had, he wouldn’t be looking at him like this, makes him want to trust it so bad. That, and the feeling that he owes it to him to say something, lets him overcome himself enough to speak.
“Is this…” he chokes on his words. He tries again, hands squeezing, “Are you real?”
or: akira's no good, very bad, philosophy induced dissociative existential crisis
Bookmarked by LycanCoffee
05 Jan 2026