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NSFW / AkeShu
"Akira’s cut off when Akechi loops a blindfold around his head. He drops to his knees, head tilted back to expose his neck.He blinks—his mind feels…sluggish. Slow.“Akira, can you hear me?”There’s something wrong with that, but he can’t quite put his finger on it. Akira nods lethargically.“Strip for me.”The sense of wrong is stronger, now, but Akira can’t stop his clumsy hands from taking off his clothes.“Good boy. Sleep.”Akira’s eyes sag back closed, and he collapses onto the exam table."

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SFW&NSFW / AkeShu

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SFW / AkeShu
"It’s been more than fifteen years since the Phantom Thieves took Tokyo by storm, but Akira still has Joker’s irresistible charisma, her cocky smirks and the plethora of skills that always makes Goro feel a different sort of hunger. In many ways, she’s so different from the teenager who’d stirred Japan into a frenzy, and yet so much more herself than ever before.She wears Joker’s confidence beautifully in the real world. She’s just as stunning in a glittering evening gown as she is right now, in her favourite baggy house dress and hair messily held back with a headband. She’s far beyond the Akira Kurusu who’d slouched and hidden her face, never quite comfortable in the skin of a teenage boy but not understanding why.On impulse— maybe it’s the lingering effect of the beer, or just the sheer domesticity of it all— he leans over to kiss her again. Akira parts her mouth for him, soft and yielding and warm."

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SFW&NSFW / AkeShu
“I know I don’t say it. I need to start, it’s just… hard. I’m not… not used to feeling this way.” Ren still can’t seem to comprehend what he’s saying. He’s spent months pining for Goro, he’d finally given up on any chance of deepening their relationship, and now he just… says that he loves him? Out of nowhere?“You… love… me?” Ren asks, turning to look up at the other. “Like… romantically?”He can feel Goro’s hands stilling in his hair, his confusion is evident on his face. “How— how else would I mean it?! You’re my boyfriend!”“I’m your boyfriend?”“What did you think we were!?” Goro asks, incredulous.

WriterSFW&NSFW / AkeShuAke
"There is nothing handsome in these hands. They do not belong to the prince in white that Goro had once fashioned himself to be. And that to Goro was a failure. Even if he’d cast aside that image in favor of sharp edges and black masks, a part of Goro still wanted to be that man. But in what world would that prince have hands so scarred and bloody as his?Goro would insist not this reality. Not even in Maruki’s reality, which surely would have softened his hands as it would his entire being.These hands were not made to be loved.But in Akira’s opinion, that was as stupid an idea as the one that had kept Goro from him for far too long. And just like he’d destroyed that foolish idea when he'd found Goro alive after all, he would rebel against this one until Goro realized how right Akira was."

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SFW / AkeShuAke

“How lucky.” Ren said, bending down and grabbing a lost coin on the ground. “I’ve found a five yen!”
“It’s just a five yen, not much you can buy with that.” Goro replied, ever practical in his approach.
“I don’t want to spend it, I’ve found this five yen with you.” Ren said, aware that he was a bit sentimental these days.A five yen. While in appearance it was a simple coin with a hole in the middle, it was meaningful in its pronunciation: go (five), en (yen), Goen. The same way one would say a…
“A fateful bond.” Goro said, carefully eyeing the coin. “How fitting. I often feel like we are two sides of a same coin, and if our Showtime was anything to go by, so did you. If you want that coin to be a five yen, I don’t mind.” Goro continued, a small honest smile on his lips.“I’d like that.’’ Ren smiled, leaning on Goro’s side, pocketing the coin. “My fateful bond.’’

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"His back grows colder by the minute his fists shake with the effort of keeping them clenched at his side. When Goro turns it is to a mass of shadows, a swirling void standing before him blocking all the light out of the window.
Though upon closer inspection it is a man cloaked in shadows, a person with a thick hood and a neutral expression on his pale-skinned face. Nothing about the man is betrayed under a canopy of dark curls and lowered lashes. Goro fights the intrinsic urge to reach out to touch the stranger just to prove he is real.
Goro does not need to ask who this person is. He knows this is his time, nothing could make it clearer that this is the face of death coming to reap his soul.
Goro does not ask why death bears the face of a beautiful young man, with skin so smooth and eyes so deep as they remain cast vaguely downward never quite looking at Goro directly.
No words manage to fight their way past Goro’s teeth, they sit heavy on his tongue with the repulsiveness of bitter medicine. Death continues to stand there, the shadows shifting around him with every movement."

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"This– he doesn’t want to say he’s caught in a limbo, necessarily; he doubts it’s a purgatory, when the world is proceeding as plainly as it did before, but it’s just as infuriating regardless– half/life/death condition he’s been placed into is tedious at the very least, excruciating at most.Shido’s ship lives inside of him, his tether to this plane of existence. There’s no other explanation for the roiling, polluted seawater, the black viscera that comes from an exploding shadow, the blood, the taste of old cocktails and expensive wines that he hasn’t had in half a year. Either that, or he’s physically dying every day, and every day he’s knit back together by the same force that turned the world red on Christmas Eve. He doesn’t know which is worse."



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