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femshuake: a study in hair

and yet:

a fic where there is hair, and thoughts, and arguments. also they're both girls!

“You got a haircut,” Kurusu states in lieu of a greeting, blunt as ever. She's growing out her hair — it's notably longer than the usual nest of hair, with the ends reaching her shoulders. The wild curls remind Goro vaguely of a horse’s mane, and she suppresses the sudden urge to flatten Kurusu's hair just to see whether it'll bounce back up. “Yes,” Goro replies, just as blunt. “I see that you’ve done the opposite.” “Do you want me to crop it for you?” Kurusu asks. “Your hair,” she elaborates after Goro stares at her. She doesn't outright say that Goro did a shitty job of cutting her own hair, but the question alone implies it as much. Goro knows that. Kurusu knows that Goro knows that, and well. Goro knows that too. “Sure,” Goro mumbles after a pause, because she’s dead anyways and nothing really matters and if she can get her hair cut by Kurusu even if it’s probably going to be disastrous then sure.

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#akeshu #shuake #my writing #goro akechi #p5 #persona 5 #akechi goro #akira kurusu #kurusu akira #femshuake

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what if you helped me cut my hair after your therapist revived me in a dream reality (and we were both girls???) happy 2/2!! here's my illustration for @senagune's 2/2 femshuake fic "and yet"<3

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femshuake snippet about hair, and thoughts

tw: mentions of sexual harassment, suicidal ideation, murder

Akechi Goro despises her hair.

She despises the way it tangles and pools around her neck in showers, the way she has to spend, frankly, a despicable amount of money and hair products to ensure it shines and is smooth the way it is, the way it messily falls over her forehead to the point where she had to start using headbands to keep it back, because Shido would never let her cut her bangs. It’ll ruin her polite detective princess image, she inferred from the time she brought up cutting her bangs to him. She despises how men like to coo over her and comb her hair with their disgusting fingers during Shido’s gathering parties of rich, snobbish and powerful men, but it’s okay. Her fire keeps burning, and she’ll enjoy putting a bullet through their Shadow’s brains when the time arises.

(Goro thinks she would cut her hair into a short bob if she had the choice. It would be a nice three-day scandal across tabloid papers and headlines on social media, and then she’ll put a hole through Shido’s head and jump off a building somewhere. The headlines would continue, in a few months she’ll be the topic of a true crime podcast, and soon the only things that the public remembers are her unfortunate suicide and her wide, wide smile.)

So when Goro sees Kurusu Akira’s short, messy, free hair, she keeps quiet.

#akeshu #shuake #my writing #p5 #persona 5 #snippet #goro akechi #p5r #akira kurusu #this is gonna be a. one shot but i haven't quite worked it out yet but it is definitely coming out Soon #kudos to hana for coming up with this hc that i ran with 🙏 love u bbg #femshuake

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“I wish,” Goro rasps, the words clawing out of his throat, “that we never met.”

And Akira feels the ground beneath him crumble and shatter into pieces that will never recover, feels himself shatter and torn apart atom by atom. 

“And I wish,” Goro continues like a man on a mission, determined to steal Akira's heart and crush it with one hand in a single, lethal move, “we never fell in love.”

The words stab at Akira, a million knives that sink into his skin, slice through his muscles, cut into his heart. 

Goro takes one final look at Akira, his crimson eyes a gaze of judgement. His words a whisper of disappointment: “You are not the Kurusu Akira I fell in love with, and you never will be again.”

#shuake #akeshu #p5 #my writing #snippet #idk bro i hope i finish this one day. it has potential #🙏

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hello everyone here is an au that no one but me cares about so i wrote this very specific snippet to scratch that part of my brain . be the change you want to see upon the world!

presenting to you: elements in motion, then still

an atla p5 shuake au where kurusu akira is the avatar and akechi goro is the fire prince and both of them have a conversation over a game of chess

#shuake #akeshu #p5 #persona 5 #god blast

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this one is older ish but like i haven't posted in. a while so u can take this snippet

Goro tsks, and bats the curly haired man's hand off his arm. "Who are you, anyways?"

The man straightens with a blinding beam, completely unbothered by Goro's attitude. Diving into a deep bow, he lifts his head slightly to wink at Goro. *The audacity of this man...*

"Kurusu Akira, a humble prince from Xing, at your service."

"Xing?"

"Yes!" Kurusu crows in joy and comes a little too close to Goro, who takes a step back. "Imagine my surprise upon seeing the famed Fullmetal Alchemist himself!"

Goro's expression sours further at his words. "So you know who I am."

"Yes," Kurusu says. He tilts his head. "You're a lot more... feisty than what I've heard."

#yes it's fma but shuakefied #you'd be surprised w the amt of shuakefied media aus i have with me #i have one that is abt bee and puppycat but i don't think anyone watched it so #akeshu #shuake #my writing #snippet #it's time for me to snoremimimimimi

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if i actually manage to post chapter 2 of clashing eras i want you to know it would be purely to advertise for as the world caves in bc that one is my fave fic i ever fucking wrote!!!!!!

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i forgot to advertise my new fic over here. my silly little au. my dumb au. i love it. anyways presenting to you: clashing eras, a fic where there is time traveling except its not in the fix it way its in the isekai way.

Akira did not ask to get held at knifepoint by a guy dressed in all black, who proceeded to pass out because he slipped in the rain and knocked himself out. Akira also did not ask for said man to turn out to be a time-travelling ninja/assassin from the Sengoku period who was supposed to assassinate Oda Nobunaga and somehow time-travelled into modern Tokyo and is now unconscious on his couch.

Akira did ask for a cute guy for his new year's wish, so he's going to take it as a win even though the fine print is definitely a mouthful and like, four months late.

Or: Akechi Goro time-travels 400 years into the future and happens upon Kurusu Akira. A lot of adjusting is required.

read here!!! 🥰

#akeshu #goro akechi #shuake #my writing #p5 #p5r #persona 5 #akira kurusu #this has been in the work for months i just never actually sat down and pounded it out. its such a fun idea i love it #maybe one day i will post chapter two. hopefully

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i am back from the dead i have New Fic for yall. happy birthday to @coockiedrop my beloved!!!!!!!!!

polaroid pictures and final moments

An image of Akechi slack against Leblanc's countertop.

His lanky body folds forward, head resting snuggly in his own arms in a rare moment of vulnerability. His eyes are closed in deep slumber, lips open very slightly. The corners of his lips turn upwards just a little, almost like he’s having a pleasant dream. Akira’s own winter coat is draped over Akechi’s shoulders, keeping him warm.

(Akira’s favourite person in Akira’s favourite place.)

(Akira’s favourite picture.)

Akira doesn't know how to take photos until the Phantom Thieves come barreling into his life and he starts to learn how to handle a camera.

Until Akechi Goro comes in, and with the dawn of the new year comes one final chance.

And Akira thinks: I want to capture every last moment with him.

Read here!!!!

#akeshu #shuake #my writing #goro akechi #akira kurusu #p5 #p5r #persona 5 #fic

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babe wake up, new character designs for a v specific p5 au i'm making just dropped

#STANDS UP AND STARTS YELLING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS #good.... good food op #god this reminds me of the mlb shuake au i posted ages ago it'll be fun to revisit that #but GOOOOD these designs. making me go crazy fr

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hello folks i am up for requests. asks. anything. yes. no guarantees on how Long i will take to respond tho 🙏👍

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oops last post was meant to be a draft to never be posted but i accidentally posted it so there u go. snippet of whatever was brewing in my brain at that moment. a little exclusive preview of my braincell, if you will.

#ness rambles

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“Do you think about me?” Akechi Goro asks on his usual seat. He's drumming his fingers slowly, one after the other, tilting his head at Akira as he waits for an answer. He's wearing his winter coat alongside that warm scarf that Akira likes on him, even though it's the middle of summer.

He looks exactly the same as when —

“Yes,” Akira replies. “All the time.”

The smile on Goro's face grows bitter, a tinge of anger. “Here's a tip: stop thinking about me.”

Akira closes his eyes. “But I can't,” he whispers to the empty cafe.

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How about Akechi calling Akira to see if he's ok after having a nightmare about killing him? (post cannon) Thank you! Have a nice end of the year

A loud bang echoes in the small confines of his brain, and when he blinks, a gun sits snugly in his hand, smoking as it points at - oh, no no no no - Akira is staring blankly at Goro, fresh blood pouring out from his wound that Goro made, that Goro put in there. Some part of Goro is distantly aware that something is wrong, that this has already happened before, this is another nightmare, and yet he cannot shake himself awake.

Instead of flopping onto the table as he always does, every time, Akira blinks at Goro and opens his mouth. A voice, a crowd of voices - not Akira's, not just Akira's - come out, and Goro is bombarded with the echoes of the men and women he has killed years before, all talking at once. "You killed me.” A statement, a fact, a declaration.

Akechi Goro has killed all these people, has killed Kurusu Akira, has—

no, that's not right, akira was just here hours ago, goro was just holding hands with him, letting akira run his fingers down his hair—

Goro bolts up in his bed, panting as sweat runs down his face. A dream. He grips his covers tightly and forces himself to breathe.

In, out. In, out. In, out.

His bedroom is still dark and it must be late — a fumbling of his phone and squinting at the screen tells him it's four in the morning.

it's four in the morning and kurusu akira is alive and breathing in his bedroom and you did not just kill him, he is alive and you shouldn't call him because it's late and —

Goro tsks to himself and slams the call button to Akira. He can't fall asleep if he doesn't at least hear Akira for himself, time be damned.

The tone rings for a while, and for a moment, Goro's heart stutters in panic. i'm too late, he's already —

And then there is a click and Akira's unmistakable voice filters through. “Goro?” he says, clearly half-asleep. “Is everything okay?”

Goro lets out the breath he didn't realise he was holding. “Yeah... yeah,” he says, and closes his eyes in relief. “I just wanted to hear your voice.” and make sure you're okay.

Akira hums. “At four in the morning? You're really missing me that badly? I only left hours ago,” he teases. When Goro doesn't answer, Akira's tone turns softer, a touch of concern underlying. “Goro?”

“Goodnight, Akira,” Goro finally answers. He doesn't want to worry Akira more than he already does.

There's a pause from Akira's end. “Goodnight, Goro.” There is shuffling that crinkles over the line, then Akira speaks before Goro could hang up. “Wait. Could we leave the call going? And we both go to sleep.”

“I... I would like that.”

“Goodnight, Goro. Love you.”

“... Goodnight, Akira. Love you too.”

And Goro falls asleep to the gentle sounds of Akira's breathing.

#anon #asks #sorry this took so long anon!!!! happy new year haha. love you. this was a nice prompt :> #this was in the drafts for SOOO long.... F #akeshu #shuake #goro akechi #akira kurusu #p5 #p5r #my writing #ficlet #persona 5

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that moment when your cringe boyfriend buys you a cringe deer beanie but you still wear it bc you love him

#SELF RB!!! #hoping the crowds are awake on this fine night

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Goro hugs his arms closer around his torso, feeling the soft yarn of the festive sweater that Futaba bought for him rub against his skin. "He sure is taking his time," he mutters under his breath, watching the small puffs of white shimmer in the winter air. The bright and colourful Christmas lights surround him in the Christmas market, hanging from light pole to light pole, across the different stalls that promise warm foods and exotic gifts. There is also an abundance of reindeer-themed goods, to which Goro had commented their "tastelessness" and Akira had only laughed in response to his pout. But his laughter was charming and tickled the insides of Goro's heart, so Goro kept his instinctive retort to himself and smiled, just very slightly.

There's a whirl of Christmas lights wrapped around the light pole that Goro himself is standing under as he waits for Akira to come back from his promise of "something you'd definitely love", and Goro pokes at one of the lightbulbs out of curiosity. He retracts his finger immediately, biting back a hiss at the heat of the bulb. Maybe he should ask Akira where he can buy a bundle of these so he could bring back to the forest to smash up very thoroughly.

In the distance, Akira's familiar hunch walks over with a cup in each hand, and then he pauses in the middle of his walk for no particular reason, staring at Goro with an almost awed look. It's almost cute, except Goro is feeling a little chilly and has been waiting for a while. "Akira!"

Akira startles at Goro's call, and sheepishly smiles as he jogs over to Goro. "Sorry, the line was long," he says, handing one cup over to Goro. Goro peers into the cup of brown liquid. "What's this?"

"Hot chocolate," Akira says, and tentatively sips at his own cup. "I think you'll like it."

"Hot chocolate." Goro repeats and cautiously takes his own sip. He is treated to the warm, fuzzy feeling of liquid in his stomach, and lets out a pleased hum at the sweet tones of the beverage that mingle with the slightly more bitter notes. "This is delightful."

Akira brightens at his words, taking another sip. "Glad you like it. Worth the wait?"

Goro looks at Akira's flushed cheeks and his cheeky smile that stretches across his face, his gray twinkling eyes that shine brighter than the Christmas lights, the traces of melted snow in his curls, and then back at his own cup of hot chocolate that still swirls with bits of white foam, and smiles. "Yeah. Well worth the wait."

that moment when your cringe boyfriend buys you a cringe deer beanie but you still wear it bc you love him

#shuake #akeshu #persona 5 #persona 5 royal #p5 #p5r #goro akechi #akechi goro #kurusu akira #akira kurusu #they're so silly. silly idiots. sharing little cups of hot chocolate in the snowy night. ohhhh #happy (late) holidays folks! merry crisis and all

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i have no idea what state of mind i was in when i wrote this but i think i treated this more like a writing exercise than anything so. third sem shuake 2/2 scene

It starts with Akechi striding through Leblanc's coloured entrance in a shower of twinkling night lights and reflections of stained glass, barrelling into a conversation he isn't meant to be listening in to, and ends with him slamming the door on his way out as Akira sees shattered glass rain down and cut into his own skin.

“I don't think you quite understand the stakes here, Kurusu,” Akechi grinds through his teeth, “the world is at stake.”

“I do.” Akira's hands curl into fists. "I do.”

A cruel smile adorns Akechi's lips. “Then why—”

“Because you're asking me to choose between the world and my world!” The words are rushed, a yell. They sink into the walls of the cafe, into Akira's bones, into his heart, slicing his throat inside out. He takes in a breath, breathes out. Stares back at Akechi's expression of disbelief.

“You're asking me to choose between the world and my world,” Akira repeats. “I'm tired of doing everything for others. Why can't I be selfish, just this once?” Something at Akira's core bumbles, collapses. His words scratch against his throat, fighting to stay in, hurting to come out. “Why?”

Akechi's lips part very slightly, the same way they tend to do on the rare occasion that Akira does a very surprising or troubling chess move. Akira watches as his lips purse themselves in slow motion, and then they part to show his clenched teeth. A long stretch of silence falls between them.

“Do you want to kill me that badly, Kurusu?” Akechi finally says. It comes out almost nonchalant, if not for the fact that he whispered the words like he is offering up a prayer in secret. Then, his mouth draws into a sneer. “Destroy everything I ever fought for? My very being?”

“No, Akec—”

Akechi strides closer, his face inches from Akira's as he stares him down with a stoney expression. “If you say yes to Maruki's deal, that's what you're doing. Do I really have to spell it out for you?” He leans forward, close enough that Akira can sense Akechi's every breath against his skin in the chilly air. His eyes burn like jewels, a fiery anger, but Akira just wants to preserve that fire to watch in a glass jar as it dies out.

“I can't…” Akira's fists clench and unclench, again and again. “I can't lose you again.” He can't spend another day wondering if Akechi is still alive, closing his eyes and only seeing the steel gate, hearing the glass shatter, the sound of a body landing on the floor.

Akechi grabs at Akira's scarf with no warning, drawing him even closer and lifting him on the tips of his toes. Here, Akira can see exactly how flushed Akechi's cheeks are, how his breathing is harsh and ragged. “This isn't love,” he murmurs, and shoves Akira, who stumbles and grabs at the countertop to regain his balance.

While Akira picks himself up, Akechi only walks back to the entrance, opening the door and letting the jingle of the bell ring out in the dark night.

“If you really loved me, you'd let me die.”

And he's gone, and Akira is left alone again with the decision of the world's fate hanging in midair.

#akeshu #shuake #goro akechi #akira kurusu #my writing #ficlet #snippet #p5 #p5r #sorry this is angsty again also im not sure if i hit the mark there i was mostly just playing around with words