true hate's kiss, v2
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If his sixteen-year-old self could see him now, he’d kill himself.
Once, incandescent with youthful rage and entirely sick of being pestered by the demon known as Head Boy and all-around dickhead Tom Riddle, Harry had sworn to Merlin and the entirety of the Great Hall that he would rather die than spend even an hour in Riddle’s company, and he’d certainly never kiss him. Unfortunately, it just so happens that being cursed to tell the truth and nothing but the truth is a bit more disruptive to his daily life than death, and requires an immediate solution—a kiss, but not from just anyone.
From an enemy—the enemy, rather.
And only one person fits the bill.
Thankfully, Harry doesn’t have to spend too long in the Ministry’s hallowed halls before he spots his prey. There Riddle is, standing unaware at the end of the hall, surrounded by his cronies. It’s so like their Hogwarts days that Harry could vomit, but he figures he should save that for after the deed is done.
“Riddle!” he calls, marching toward him, a determined scowl on his face.
Riddle turns around, and his eyes go wide with surprise when he sees just who called his name. Not that Harry can blame him. If it weren’t for this curse, he’d happily never say it again. As Harry approaches, surprise turns quickly to alarm. He’s only a few paces away when Riddle’s hand twitches, likely reaching for his wand. He doesn’t get the chance to draw it. Instead, he only just has time to brace himself, like he’s expecting to be hit (again—though Harry maintains to this day that the prick deserved it), but Harry doesn’t hit him.
No. It’s far worse than that.
Not giving himself a chance to hesitate, Harry reaches for Riddle’s too-perfect face, tugs him just the slightest bit down, and kisses him right on the mouth. He stays there for a second, maybe two. Eyes closed, because he doesn’t even want to see him from a normal distance, let alone this close. Riddle’s lips are soft, a thought he immediately strangles and stomps upon.
Riddle’s lips part, and it’s like lightning jolting through him. He pulls back—or, he tries. Riddle catches him with an arm snaked around his waist, a hand cupping his jaw, before he can get very far. And then Riddle kisses him back. Riddle presses closer, until his back is flush against the wall, Riddle’s weight trapping him there as he does his best to steal the breath from Harry’s lungs.
A throat clears.
Harry gasps, jerks his head back and smacks it against solid brick, wishes the floor would swallow him whole. “What, Rosier?” Riddle snaps, and Harry feels his voice in his chest.
If Rosier responds, Harry doesn’t hear it. He’s too busy reeling, horror growing as the realization sets in: Ron and Hermione are never going to let him live this down.
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“Why did you kiss me, anyway?” Tom asks later, once he finally manages to trap Harry in one spot—a convenient broom closet not far from his office—long enough to get an answer out of him.
Harry sighs, knocks his head back against the wall. He’s blushing. “It was a curse,” he mutters, eyes fixed on the ceiling.
“I see,” Tom says, and he allows himself a grin in his triumph. He knew Harry wouldn’t be able to hold out forever. “True love’s kiss?”
Harry only blushes harder. Tom has never seen anything so delightful in his life. Then, for the second time that day, in an attempt at distraction so pitifully obvious that he’d never allow it if it didn’t get him exactly what he wanted, Tom Riddle finds himself thoroughly kissed.
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People who really like shuake also seem to write themselves into a corner wrt Akechi and his relationship to Akiras team. Contrary to popular belief, the team, including Haru, does not hate Akechi. At worst, they tolerate him and deal with his attitude. Hes a good teammate and respectable fighter and the team recognizes that at the end of the day, he was a teenager who was manipulated and abused by a man who saw him as disposable. Just about every thief understands this intimately. They have the same mindset wrt adults who take advantage of the people beneath them. Under different circumstances they wouldve been friends. And if u approach it from that angle, it becomes less about Akechi being the sole person who ‘gets’ Akira, and more about the thieves being the only people in the world who ‘get’ Akechi.
When you expand your thoughts to include the thieves as members of his Team and not roadblocks that get in the way of your ideal shipping dynamic, you allow urself to give Akechi and Akira more depth and nuance to their own relationship.
Akira and Akechi are wildcards; both of them struggle with the face they choose to display to the world. Its the first time Akira interacts with someone who is, at a literal, technical level, his ‘equal’. But Akechi is one of many firsts for Akira yeah? Every thief has their bond with Akira thats completely unique and personal. Akechi will never be the person who witnesses Akiras Awakening, hes never the person who watches Akira have his restless nights alone in the attic, and hes never the person who realizes in real time that the teenager hes housing is just Some Kid, not the delinquent hes been warned about. Hes not Ann or Yusuke, or any of the thieves; he doesnt have the time or experience that they have with Akira, and I think its interesting to explore that part of their relationship, shippy or not.
Akechi is someone who is incredibly lonely and self depreciating despite his cockiness and attitude. He has no positive bonds to speak of save for his connection with Sae. To have him see a team that works together and cares for each other, how do you think he would feel? Out of place? Inferior in some way? Angry about how hes been alone for so long in this single minded quest for revenge? Wouldnt that be a point of struggle between the two of them? I think what makes shuake good for me is knowing that Akechi needs alot of time to heal, and the thieves would want to help with that process. They do it bc they care, bc Akira cares, and bc they trust Akiras opinion (and he trusts theirs in return); if Akira feels like Akechi is someone who can be trusted Now after everything thats happened, then the thieves would do their best to help. And how would Akechi feel about that? Angry about the show of pity? That even now, he has no real say in what happens to him? Or begrudgingly grateful that they are cordial with him? Because they do care, he KNOWS they care, they care TOO MUCH actually; but the one thing he values over brawn and wits is honesty- fighting for what you believe in without having to use soft words to justify it.
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Azi studies~! Actual studies, as I used screenshots this time. WHY IS HIS FACE HARDER TO DRAW?! Why is that a thing for this precious man/angel only?
Found out I'm obsessed with drawing his hair now though lol. ITS SO FLUFFYYYYY!
While I would like to say I'll be coloring these at some point, I have NO idea when that will be. If anyone is interested in collabing, or just coloring one or more of these, feel free to ask~!
This batch was part of a discord server that has weekly study prompts that's helped me a LOT with my drawings of these ineffable dorks. Been great for my art confidence, making me want to draw more, which in turn helps my mental health xD
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