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Pass the Baton (Akechi, Akira)

Kinktober 2021 Day Six: Threesome

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

Akira invited you over to study. That’s what he said. To study. So what did that have to do with Akechi-kun?

To put it truthfully, they’ve been at each other’s throats since you’ve met them. Years ago.

At first, you didn’t say anything. You were just some little first year that helped run the front desk at the Prince Detective’s Agency. He knew you because you knew his coffee order like the back of his hand. And you were the same little first-year who couldn’t help but pet every cat you saw Even if it just so happened to be the “mysterious delinquent transfer student’s” cat that he sneaks with him to school every day. Yet somehow, the pieces fell into place. They knew each other, and you knew them. And suddenly you all knew each other. But that didn’t exactly mean you all liked each other.

Or rather, that didn’t mean that they liked each other.

Sharp glances at each other when the other wasn’t looking. Quick jabs punctuated with a smile. Quiet competitiveness that never seemed to end. It was like every time you turned around, the Prince was throwing a Trickster a certain look. Or the Trickster had something smart to say about the Prince. It was always something. Always.

One of your biggest mistakes was inviting the two of them to the same outing. Alone.

The moment you singled out one of them, the other was there to drag you away. To draw attention to themselves. To simply “one-up” the other guy. You felt a toy shared between children. Being pulled every which way against your will. When one demanded left, and another demand right, no one ever bothered to ask if which way you wanted to go. No one bothered to let you choose which way you wanted to go. If you wanted to go anywhere at all, even. It was torturous. You thought it would never end.

As you rode the train back home that night, you thought long and hard about the outing you had that day. You organized that to potentially get the two to work alongside each other. To help them see the good in each other. To get along as acquaintances, if not friends. That’s all you wanted. And that’s all you begged them for. If not for themselves, then for you. So they tried. And they failed. And that’s when you knew. They would never work together towards something. Never.

And that trend continued in front of you. After Akechi graduated. After Akira graduated too. It was just something you came to accept as fact by the time you were in your third year of high school.

But if that was to be the case…

...then how did you end up here?

“Stand in front of them, idiot.” There’s a hiss from behind you- very uncharacteristic of the Detective Prince that you’ve come to know and love. But then again, this same Detective Prince is pressing your chest into a barstool with two fingers pumping in and out of your pussy and a hand wrapped around his cock. “Are you trying to get caught?”

“Relax, relax. This was my idea, wasn’t it?” Akira’s smooth voice comes flooding from above you as your vision of Cafe Leblanc’s front door is suddenly blocked by a pair of patterned pants. You’re at eye level with his crotch. You’re at eye level with both of their crotches, and even though Akechi is standing behind you, you can only imagine what that means for your future. A hand tangles itself in your hair, petting you softly. It’s a direct opposite of the way Akechi- no, Goro- is treating you right now. “I thought about it all. It’s all under control, right pretty girl?”

“Um...um…” Comes your babble. Unintelligent and needy, it slips out instead of a legitimate answer to Akira’s question. Your mind is too focused on too many things to try again. The faint of a freshly brewed pot of coffee, now going untouched due to your current activities. Goro’s soft grunts as he strokes his dick behind you. The wet, wet, wet noise your pussy makes as it sucks his fingers up greedily. The way Akira hums at you, so disarmingly sweet. The way his hands reach into his uniform pants and untucks his dick.

His cock springs free- half hard and growing harder. Immediately, Akira wraps a hand around his dick and guides it towards your mouth. Your lips part readily, tongue falling out to get a taste of the streak of precum that was just starting to leak from the tip.

“There we go,” Your mind vaguely registers Akira’s murmured words of encouragement. Instead, you’re going cross-eyed at the pleasure you’re receiving from Goro as the brunette just discovered the perfect way to angle his thumb as he rubs your clit. There’s an ever-growing pit forming in your stomach that’s making you feel dumb- an orgasm that finds itself as almost there but not quite. Still, Akira takes advantage of your docile state and takes the opportunity to coax you into covering his dick in thousands of little kitten licks and kisses before sucking on the head. “That’s it.”

“How does she feel?” Goro asks from behind you. His voice sounds rushed, and his tone sounds desperate. If it weren’t for what he’s doing to you- how deep his finds reach inside of you and manage to find all the right places- then you would more than gladly turned around and told him it was okay for him to put it in. You were more than ready for it anyways.

But you couldn’t turn around. You couldn’t even look up to see Akira’s face as he answered. So you did the only thing you could do.

You sucked harder.

“Mmmm,” Akira’s groan as he manages to slide his dick further down your throat was satisfying. It was low and deep and exactly what you wanted to hear from him. To prove that you could be as good to him as Goro was being to you. “Fuck, her mouth is perfect.”

You hum around his dick, content with the praise. Apparently, that was the right thing to do because the hand in your hair immediately tightens its grip and tugs. You grunt at the sudden roughness, the sound adding the vibration Akira was desperately craving. This time, you were ready for a response and were luckily prepared for when he decided to buck into your mouth.

You choke, but only slightly. Akira was quick to loosen his grip on your hair after he realized what he had done. Whispering soft words of praise, he fucked your mouth lazily- letting you swirl your tongue around and explore all that the black-haired boy had to offer.

“Hmm,” Your eyes flicker back as Goro lets out a soft hum himself. Again, you find yourself upset that you aren’t able to see anything from this angle. Though that initial displeasure turns into a sharp bout of anger as he draws his fingers back with an audible “pop.”

Although, even that emotion bleeds away as fast as it bubbled up. Because you found him spit on his hand and lining his dick up with your entrance as quickly as he took his fingers away from it.

Goro breathed a heavy sigh as he eased his dick inside of you, sinking slowly- inch by inch. Thankfully, Akira had stopped moving in order to let you focus on the slow feeling of being filled to the brim with the older boy’s throbbing cock. Your jaw falls slack as your eyes flutter shut. Around Akira’s dick, you can’t help but start to drool.

It felt good being stuffed at both ends. Goro’s hands on your hips made you feel grounded and lusted after. Akira’s hand on your hair made you feel loved and cared for. It was good. More than good actually. In fact, almost way too good. You didn’t know anything else could top this.

That is, that’s what you thought before they moved.

A loud moan rips through your throat as Goro snaps his hips into yours suddenly. And again. And again. And again. And again until suddenly, he’s slamming into you at a rapid pace. It’s quicker than you expected of him, yet he seemed all types of impatient when it came to you today. Always making you rush around- to hurry up and lay around the bar stool. To hurry up drop your panties. Though you can’t say this is something that you’re too mad about.

Especially now that he has deep and easy access to the spot inside of you that always seems to make you see stars.

Joker’s treatment of your mouth is just a little less rough, but it’s still not what you expected. It’s like he coordinates the way he fucks your mouth in time with Goro’s strokes. He’s quick with taking what he wants from you this time. He wants it perfect. And he knows he can get that with you. He knows he can get that only with you. And if it means working with his rival to have the best opportunity to get in your pants, then so be it.

Besides, it’s more fun watching you get dick drunk off of two cocks instead of one.

“Good girl, good girl.” Goro’s whispered praise was barely heard of the slapping of skin against skin, yet you relished in his compliments anyways. It causes you to whine- to shift and wiggle your hips as he angled himself perfectly to glide in and out of you. It would be an easy trip due to how long he had spent stretching you out with his long, long fingers if it weren’t for how tightly you were squeezing around his dick. “Take it. Take it like the whore you are.”

You didn’t care if he was mean with you. Not if he was making you feel this good. But of course, that wasn’t exactly the case with the boy standing in front of you.

“That’s not very Princely of you, Akechi-kun. You should cherish her, you know?” Akira tuts from above you, using the name you’ve always affectionately called him. He has a hand on your jaw, coaxing you gently to open your mouth wider for him. You give in to his command, easily and he strokes your skin as a reward. You’ve always been eager to please. “She’s only letting you fuck her because she’s a good girl for her senpais. Isn’t that right, pretty girl?”

“Mmm…” You hum out, only half paying attention to the conversation being held above you. It’s not what you care about right now, anyways. If only they knew how long you’ve been dreaming about them. About both of them. At the same time.

“Hahaha. Go to hell, Akira.” Goro’s dry laughter is accented with his hands finding your hips and squeezing hard. He guides your body into bouncing back on his dick in time with his thrusts. It’s a more effective method forcing your growing orgasm to come quicker and quicker. And it’s even more effective for Akira to just stand back and allow you to swallow around his dick. It’s a win-win situation for everyone. “Let’s see if she even wants you after I’m finished with her, ‘Kira.”

Well...almost a win-win situation.

“Mmm,” A particularly large thrust send’s Akira’s cock further down your throat. Your hands shoot out, bracing themselves against his pants as the barstool digs into your skin chest uncomfortably. Akira barely spares you a second thought as he resorts back to the detective hitting it from the back. “It’s not as cute as when she says it. Try again.”

“It’s that so?” A growl tears through the air behind you, and suddenly there’s a hand being wrapped around your neck. The tone is ferocious and feral, and the movement is quick. He pulls your body upwards- arching your back off of the barstool the two of them are spit roasting you on. Immediately, Akira’s dick falls from your mouth clumsily as the brunette leans his body forward and molds his chest with your back. The grip is tight but not tight enough to choke you. It serves as a warning. To you. To him. “My sincerest apologies, Attic Trash.”

Goro’s words are clipped with anger and competitiveness- the same competitiveness that you used to hate over all these years- as he takes over complete control of the situation. From this angle, you’re almost at eye level with Akira- only able to look at him through your lashes as Goro’s grip on your neck forces you to move exactly in time with him while limiting your mobility.

You can practically feel the dark smile against your skin as he renders your body completely useless. Your voice grows louder and louder by the second. It easily bounces off of Cafe Leblanc’s walls and echoes in your own ears. You sound like a whore. A needy, desperate whore.

And you love it.

Akira meets your half-lidded eyes with a wink, a playful smile teasing on his lips. Your brain moves so, so slowly compared to the fast thrusts burying a cock deep inside your cunt but you’re able to read the look on his face in just a second. The possessive hand around your neck tries to claim you, but it does little else but poses as a challenge to conquer for Akira.

And yet, he’s instigating. He knows just how to rile up the Detective to the point that he’s about to snap. All so he can get what he wants. And it always works.

Because Goro is challenging him too.

“You know…” Akira’s tone is as lazy as the way he strokes his dick in front of you. You miss having it in your mouth. You miss holding it for him, keeping it warm, and tasting him. And you know he misses it too. But there’s more to enjoy from you. More than you want him to enjoy from you. “I’d be more inclined to forgive you if you let me have a turn with that cute cunt of hers. So that being said…”

The Prince and the Trickster have always been able to work together. They just needed something that was truly worth working towards.

And somehow, that ended up being about fucking you.

“Pass the baton?”

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sashi-ya · 2 years

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Theory Time!

So it's been a long time since I thought about this, but since we are all talking about Joyboy again due to the last manga chapter. I think it is a good moment to point out an idea!

So... do you remember when Law tells Doffy about the Ds? (Frankly sounds like a statement: us the D against the fake gods, the celestial dragons)

The "D" will blow up a STORM again!

Interesting, Law... where else do we have a "storm" named? Yes! One of the verses of Binks no Sake tells us about a storm!

Somewhere in the endless sky, a STORM has started coming by Waves a-dancing, sails a-prancing through the wind and rain If we let blow winds of fear, then the end of us is near Even so tomorrow the sun rise again Yo-ho-ho-hoo, yo-ho-ho-hoo!

Good, interesting!

Now, do you remember when Robin asked about Joyboy to King Neptune?

Neptune tells about Joyboy being someone who made a promise, right?

They don't really know what and why that ship called "Noah" is there, but they do know that once the promise comes about the Noah will FULFILL it's purpose.

And so, you might ask me what the fuck has to do this with storms? Well... let's say that there is a certain myth that probably most of the cultures and some religions have: the Flood Myth!

A flood myth or deluge myth is a myth in which a great flood, usually sent by a deity or deities, destroys civilization, often in an act of divine retribution. Parallels are often drawn between the flood waters of these myths and the primaeval waters which appear in certain creation myths, as the flood waters are described as a measure for the cleansing of humanity, in preparation for rebirth. Most flood myths also contain a culture hero, who "represents the human craving for life".

Good, the floods are created by rains -mostly-. Well, storms bring the rain, aren't they?

Good, good... then, related to the myth there is NOAH'S ARK (I'm pretty sure you all know about, but just in case...)

Noah's Ark (Hebrew: תיבת נח; Biblical Hebrew: Tevat Noaḥ) is the vessel in the Genesis flood narrative (Genesis chapters 6–9) through which God spares Noah, his family, and examples of all the world's animals from a world-engulfing flood

Now, have you seen how it is depicted? They look kinda similar, don't they?

"Real life Noah's Ark" "Oda's Noah"

So... what does this mean?

Well I strongly believe that:

1. Luffy and co will create somehow a HUGE storm (don't forget about Dragon having -maybe- some kind of fruit that creates STORMS and Kaido creating constant storms around Onigashima).

Edit: Also I remembered about Enel (a fake god, just like Im) who had the Goro Goro no mi that creates thunder... and also had his "ship" right? well...

They kinda look alike...

(Joyboy is strongly related with Skypea and Nika... and Enel was the bad guy from Skypea...)

2. Remember Arabasta? the problem came when there was a certain powder that was able to create STORMS. Do you remember who's photo had Imu-sama on her/his/their hands? Yeah, VIVI the princess of ARABASTA. What was the main problem? the lack of RAIN!!!

3. Edit 2: I keep remembering shit! Do you remember the Aqua Laguna in Water 7? YES, THE FLOODS?? WELL... W7 was the place where Tom's Workers built... THE ORO JACKSON AND THE THOUSAND FUCKING SUNNY!!!

4. What will this storm, and consequent flood create? THE DESTRUCTION OF THE RED LINE DUE TO THE POWERFULL FORCES OF THE WATER (AND IN MY OPINION, SEA KINGS AND SPECIALLY WHALES HITING THE DAMN RED LINE.... DO YOU REMEMBER LABOON? SHE WAS HITTING THE RED LINE CONSTANTLY) -- the destruction of the Red Line will create no other that the union of 4 seas, hence the ALL BLUE. But also the FALL OF FALSE GODS (Tenryuubitos). Leading to the ENDING of the night... depicted by the DAWN! (I'm pretty sure the D comes from Dawn)

5. The Noah will be useful to be able to save people from those floods.

What do you think?

#one piece theory #one piece #theory #one piece manga #one piece anime #mugiwara no luffy #trafalgar d. water law #nefertari vivi #imu sama #world government #red line #gyojin island #fishmen island

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mage-ellie · 4 years

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Going Back

Another Goro akechi x reader oneshot. I love writing fluff hkafjdshkfdh

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Warnings: Spoilers, fluff, angst, mentions of blood and wounds, kissing, cuddling

Word count: 6,409

Summary: Akechi's sacrifice left a bitter taste in your mouth that even Akira's amazing coffee couldn't fix. So you did the only thing you could think of doing that would help you feel better. You went back for him. You'd get him out of that criminals palace, whether he was dead or alive. He at least deserved that much, right?

You felt sick.

Goro Akechi, the 'traitor', just gave his life to save you all while in Shido's palace. He had spilled his horrific past to you all moments before his sacrifice. Shido's puppet version of Akechi said that all Akechi wanted was to be loved. To be wanted by someone. That broke your heart.

No matter how he had acted in the past, he was still a victim. A victim you couldn't save.

You couldn't deny the blossoming feelings you had for the conniving detective. Twice a week for the past 4 months, you had met up with Akechi at Jazz Jin in Kichijoji to just relax in each others presence. Most of the time, you wouldn't talk. You'd just enjoy the music and the taste of the fruity virgin cocktails that he would recommend. When you did talk, you explored all kinds of topics with him. You two would talk about your dreams, current events, work, and sometimes even the Phantom Thieves.

Akira introduced you two back in August when Akechi had stopped by Leblanc for some coffee. While you didn't immediately get along with him, he was still fun to converse with. During one of your nightly outings, you had ran into the detective at the station. He had asked if you would be interested in joining him for a drink and you had accepted. Even though he just wanted to grill you about the Phantom Thieves, you found yourself enjoying the mindless banter and before you knew it, meeting up with him at the Jazz Club had become a regular thing.

Currently, you were sitting at the bar in Leblanc with your head in your hands. Akira was behind the bar, mindlessly making coffee in an attempt to distract himself from what had just happened. Morgana was curled up on your lap, trying to comfort you.

The sound of a cup shakily being set onto the counter prompted you to lift your head. Akira's normally clean and neat coffee cream art was messy and almost unrecognizable. It was hard for him to make the cream look nice when his hands wouldn't stop shaking.

"Are you thinking about him?" Akira asked, his voice was deep and quiet.

You swallowed as you slid your fingers around the warm mug. "I can still hear the gun shots." You whispered. The ringing in your ears still hasn't stopped, despite it having been over an hour since the whole event happened.

Akira nodded as he made himself a cup of coffee. "Me too."

As you sipped your coffee, Akira rounded the bar to join you. Having him around was comforting, but you couldn't stay here all night, even though you wanted too.

Once you and your leader had finished the coffee's he had made, you decided to take your leave.

"It's getting late. I don't want to miss the last train." You said as you lifted the soft black and white kitty from your lap and set him on the counter.

"Goodnight Y/N. Be careful getting home." Morgana said softly, his big blue eyes filled with pity.

Akira stood from his seat and walked you to the door. Before he could open the door, you wrapped your arms around him and pressed your face into his chest. Akira has always been like a brother to you. You considered all of the Phantom Thieves to be family.

He immediately returned the hug, squeezing you tightly as you did your best to not break down sobbing. "Are you sure you don't want to stay?" He asked, gently stroking your hair.

"As much as I'd like to, I can't. I left all of my homework and school stuff at my apartment." You mumbled, mentally scolding yourself for leaving your stuff behind.

You and Akira pulled away from each other after a moment of silently reveling in each others warmth. He opened the door for you and said a quiet, "Goodnight," as you walked out.

On your short trek to the station, a thought popped into your mind. It definitely wasn't your greatest idea. You could go back for Akechi. Akira had kept you in the backlines when Akechi had challenged the Thieves because he knew of your feelings for the detective, meaning that you still had most of your strength. If anything, you could at least bring his body back to the real world. He deserved a proper funeral.

Before doubt or hesitation could sink into your caffeinated mind, you hopped onto the train that went to the Judicial district of Tokyo. Determination filled your veins as the train came to a stop at your destination. Or maybe it was adrenaline. Either would work. You just wished that you had prepared more. You didn't have any healing items, so you'd be relying on your Persona, as well as your sneaking skills.

The moment you entered Shido's palace, you sprinted towards the entrance. Your feet silently hit the ground, the speed of your sprint made your hair flow behind you. You could do this. You wanted to prove to Akechi that he was special, that he was wanted, even if he wasn't here to see it.

Shido's palace was filled to the brim with shadows who were all on high alert. The only way to traverse through his palace even somewhat safely would have to be through the vents. While you would be able to handle a few of the shadows on your own, you could easily get overwhelmed with the amount of them roaming the palace.

You weren't sure how long you had been crawling through the dusty and cramped vents, but you finally managed to find a way into the boiler room.

Silently dropping into the room from a high up vent on the far left side of the room, you crept towards the place where the detective would be. Despite the amount of shadows that had been in the room when Akechi had trapped himself in it, there were none to be seen. Thank God. Your aching muscles wouldn't be able to handle all of them.

There he was, slumped against the wall that kept the Thieves from helping him. He was sitting in a small pool of his own blood, a few bullet holes riddled his body. His head was hanging down, his body limp. He looked so small, so sad.

The sight of him made you want to scream. You were frozen in place, unable to move because of the flood of emotions that washed over your body. Regret pricked at your bones. You wished you had tried harder to show him your love. You wished you had confessed your feelings to him. You wished you had been there for him like he needed you to be.

Taking a shaky and deep breath, you willed your legs to move. Standing around in this area was dangerous and would accomplish nothing. You came here to get him out, so that's what you were going to do.

Finally, your legs moved you towards the detectives body. It took all of your strength to not start crying. You could mourn his death when you got him out, when you were safe.

You were now standing close enough to him to see the skin of his face. He looked so pale, faint tear stains were the only thing coloring his face. Gently, you crouched down beside him and gazed at his form.

Slowly, hesitantly, you lifted your hands. Your left hand removed his shattered mask and your right hand tenderly stroked the soft skin of his cheek. His skin was cold, but it wasn't freezing like you had expected it to be.

A slight movement on his face caught your attention. His piercing maroon eyes had opened ever so slightly and were trained on you.

Your heart stopped, hands froze, mind going completely blank as you stared back at the man you had thought to be dead. Goro Akechi was still alive. Was his will to survive this strong?

Carefully, you removed his helmet, his slightly damp chestnut hair fell around his face. Even like this, he looked so handsome. You lifted one of your legs and put it on the other side of him so that you were straddling his lap.

You lifted his head as softly as you could and pulled his body into yours. His head rested against your shoulder and his chest pressed into yours. You combed your fingers through his soft locks and rubbed his back as you called your persona.

"Orpheus." Your voice was barely a whisper. The stringed man appeared beside you as you gathered your strength to cast the skill Cadenza. It wouldn't heal Akechi all of the way, but it was the only healing skill your persona knew.

A warm, healing light wrapped itself around you and Akechi. The ache in your muscles lessened as Orpheus did his best to heal you both. The warmth in Akechi's skin was returning, his breaths were becoming deeper as his body took in more oxygen. His strength was returning. Slowly, Akechi wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck.

As the green light faded, Akechi pushed you backwards, forcing you to lay on the ground with him on top of you. His legs were in between yours and he was squeezing you as tightly as he could. His face was pressing into your neck as his body began to shake.

"It's okay. I'm here now." You whispered as you held him back with just as much force. A choked sob ripped from his throat as he began crying into your shoulder.

"I've got you. You're okay." You continuously murmured words of comfort as he broke down on top of you. You shifted slightly underneath him so that you could wrap your legs around his hips in order to hold more of him. Your mind was a jumbled mess, thinking of ways to get him out of here and what you wanted to say to him. A part of you wanted to yell at him for what he did, a larger part of you just wanted to cry and hold him forever. You wondered if he could feel how fast and hard your heart was beating.

Your mind was struggling to comprehend that he was still alive.

"I'm sorry I took so long." You croaked, raising a hand to brush his hair out of his face. Hot tears started trickling down your cheeks as your mind came to terms with the fact that Akechi was still here. Your words only made him cry harder.

His tears were soaking into your metaverse outfit, though you didn't mind. You'd let him cry like this for as long as he needed to.

Slowly, his sobs became soft whines and his shaking body calmed down. Turning your head, you gently pressed your lips to the top of his head as you continued to stroke his hair. Akechi softly sighed into your neck and he nuzzled his face into your shoulder once more.

Finally, he lifted himself up to look at you. His eyes were red and puffy and his cheeks were tinted pink.

You reached up and cradled his cheeks in your hands. "Let's get out of here together." He closed his eyes and leaned his face into your touch, nodding in response to your words.

Akechi pulled away from you and stood, offering you a hand to help you up. You accepted his offer and he pulled you to your feet.

"Come on. I came here through a vent at the end of the room." You pointed to the open vent and began walking towards it with the 'Princely' detective in tow. You couldn't help but wonder why he had been so quiet.

You looked up at him and scanned his face. He looked so tired. "Are you alright?" The soft tone of your voice was filled with worry. His jaw visibly clenched for a moment before he started speaking.

"This just doesn't feel real is all." He had a far away look in his eyes, like he wasn't actually looking at you, but looking through you.

You couldn't stop the dry chuckle that left your lips. You reached for his right hand with your left, entwining your fingers with his and squeezing his hand tightly. "You can say that again." Akechi gripped your hand back.

Your trek to get out of the palace with Akechi was slow and clumsy. While you had healed him for the most part, your persona couldn't give him back the blood he had lost, so he couldn't move for too long without needing to take a break. He didn't comment on his constant need to slow down, but you could tell he was annoyed. The light coming back to his eyes was making his maroon eyes glow crimson.

Currently, you were sitting in a small closet with him while he rested. His fingers were still wrapped around yours. You gently leaned your head against his shoulder and stroked his arm with your free hand in an attempt to comfort him.

"Why?" His voice was so small. You knew what he was asking. He wanted to know why you came back for him. His hand began to shake as he awaited your answer. It took you a moment to put the words together. Your nerves started to take a hold of you as you contemplated telling him your feelings for him. You should do it now, just in case this really wasn't real.

"I love you Goro." You could feel his body tense as you whispered your response. "I couldn't just leave you here alone. You deserved better than to just rot in a palace where you'd never be seen again. I wanted to give you a proper burial. You deserved that much at least." Your voice was tight. It was a struggle to force the words out as you confessed your feelings for him and how you had thought he was dead.

Goro's breathing had become shaky again as he processed your words. You didn't stop rubbing his arm or holding his hand as you let your words sink in. Even if he didn't feel the same, at least he'd know that someone out there did love him and want him around.

"I'm glad you're okay." You finished and closed your eyes as you leaned into him more, reveling in his warmth. He didn't say anything in response, but he did lean his head against yours and squeezed your hand tighter, rubbing circles gently into the back of your hand with his thumb.

You both sat in silence as he slowly took deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself down. This was probably the first time in a long time that someone has told him that they love him like this.

"Let's keep moving." He whispered as he pulled away from you and stood. His hand was still locked around yours though, so he pulled you up with him. You collided with his chest and he pulled his hand away from yours as he wrapped his arms around you for only a moment, giving you time to hug him back before he pulled away and opened the door.

As you exited, he slid his hand back into yours. The rest of your journey through the palace with Goro went by a lot faster. It took you a while to find a saferoom where you could exit, but once you did, relief flooded your system. Even Goro visibly relaxed once you had entered the room.

Pulling out your phone, you transported the two of you to the entrance of Shido's palace.

Silently, you pulled Goro towards a busy road and hailed a taxi. He didn't question you when you pulled him into the taxi with you or when you gave the driver your address. He didn't make any comments when you led him by the hand to your empty apartment. You silently thanked your mother for being away. She was currently overseas for some business convention and wouldn't be back for another week or so.

You gave him a little tour of your home and proceeded to give him a clean shirt and a pair of pants that he could wear to bed.

Finally, you turned towards him and spoke. "I know it's late, but you should eat and drink something before you go to bed. Do you have any requests?"

Goro pondered your question for a moment. "Just something light." Was all he said before he locked himself in your bathroom to shower.

Since you didn't have much energy and you conveniently had some leftover rice from yesterday, you cut up some carrots, green onions and fried some bacon, mixing it all together to make a basic meal of fried rice. After adding a pinch of a few different spices, you had your light dinner complete.

You set up two spots at your kitchen table with a bowl of rice and a cup of water, just in time because Goro walked out of the bathroom after you set the cups down.

You watched as Goro took a deep breath and eyed the food on the table. "Should I have made more?" You asked, observing the way he looked like he wanted to devour your serving too.

"Perhaps." He mumbled, still staring at the food from the hallway. You brought a hand up to your chin for a moment to think.

"Why don't you go figure out how to work the laundry machine, and I'll add eggs to the menu? How to you like your eggs cooked and how many would you like?" You spoke as you turned your back to him and walked towards the fridge.

"Two please, and surprise me." When you turned back around to look at him, he was gone. Since he didn't have a preference, you decided to make them sunny side up. By the time you had plated the eggs, he was sitting at his spot at the table, patiently waiting for you.

Goro said a soft, "Thank you," as you set his plate of eggs by his rice. All you did was smile at him in response before beginning to eat.

It didn't take the two of you long before you both finished eating. He oh-so-generously offered to do the dishes for you while you took a shower, which you gratefully accepted. You were exhausted and just wanted to sleep.

Once you finished and walked out of the bathroom, you noticed Goro had made himself comfortable on your couch.

"I hope you don't mind, but I stole a blanket from your room." He didn't look at you as he said that, he was just staring at the TV.

"Are you not going to sleep in my bed with me?" Your question caused him to snap his head to the side to look at you. A look of uncertainty crossed his eyes.

"Only a few hours ago I had tried to kill you and all of your friends." His voice was sharp, harsh, but you could tell that it wasn't directed at you.

"Only a few hours ago you sacrificed yourself to protect me and all of my friends. I didn't crawl through dozens of vents to find you to just let you sleep on my couch." You retorted. Your heart tightened at the memory of what he did.

"You thought I was dead." He responded, his voice not as abrasive as before.

"I had planned on giving you a proper burial, a whole funeral. Thankfully, I don't have to do that, so the least I can do is give you a proper bed to sleep in tonight. Come on." You didn't leave any room for arguing as you turned and headed to your room.

You could hear the TV turn off and the sound of footsteps sounded softly through the hall as Goro made his way to your room. You turned off your lights, leaving only the lamp by your bed on.

He stood at the entrance of your room, looking unsure as you slid into bed. When you made eye contact with him, you opened your arms and opened and closed your hands, signifying that you wanted him to come to you.

He just stared at you, unmoving.

"Goro." You said softly, hoping that he would join you.

In the dim, warm light, you noticed him swallow, his adams apple bobbed as he did so. His jaw clenched and unclenched as he eyed you from where he stood. Slowly, he began walking towards you, the uncertainty in his eyes was blinding. You were beginning to worry that you were making him uncomfortable.

For a moment, he just stood beside you, looking down at you. Your arms were still open to him, inviting him to you.

Finally, he crawled on top of you and laid down like he had done back in Shido's palace. He hooked his arms around the arch of your back and pressed his face into the left side of your neck. His breathing immediately became shaky as he made contact with you.

You reached over and turned off your lamp, letting the darkness consume your room, before you slid your fingers through his hair and rubbed his back. His grip around you tightened as he held back his tears.

"It's okay. You're safe now." You whispered into his hair as you continued to soothe him. He finally let go and cried into your shoulder. His body was wracked with sobs and hiccups. His shoulders shook and his arms were trembling.

You gently hooked your legs around his as you kissed him repeatedly on the top of his head. His left hand slid up your back so that it was resting in between your shoulder blades in an attempt to hold more of you.

You weren't sure how long you've both been laying like this, but you definitely knew that neither of you were going to go to school in the morning. After all that's happened, you deserved a break, plus you were worried that Goro might have a breakdown if you left him for too long. His mind must be a mess after causing himself to have a psychotic breakdown.

Eventually, his sobs quieted, but he was still shaking. You wondered if he's ever been held like this. That thought made your heart ache.

"Did you mean it?" His voice was hoarse and deep.

You reached over and pushed the hair out of his face. "Did I mean what?" You asked softly, still combing your fingers through his hair.

"Did you mean it when you said you loved me?" His shaking got worse after he clarified.

You exhaled slowly as you held him tighter against you. "Of course I meant it. I love you so much, Goro Akechi." The beating of your heart increased as you confessed once again. Goro could definitely feel your heartbeat this time.

Goro pulled his arms out from under you and propped himself up onto his forearms, so that he was hovering above you. You could feel his breath fan across your lips from how close he was.

"Say it again." His lips brushed against yours as he whispered that, causing a shiver to go down your spine.

You could barely make out his russet eyes in the darkness of your room, only being lit by the light of the moon. Tenderly, you reached up and cradled his face like you had done back in Shido's palace.

"I love you Goro." You gently pulled his face down to yours. He didn't try to stop you as you did.

Goro's lips pressed against yours in a soft, unmoving kiss. You both held this position for who knows how long.

You relaxed out of the kiss, pulling your lips away from his, only to have him quickly close the distance and kiss you again. Your lips began melding with Goro's in a slow and steady rhythm, gently sucking on each others lips, savoring this moment.

His lips were soft and warm and he tasted so sweet. You didn't want this moment with him to end. He must've thought the same thing because he slid his arms under your upper back and rested his body against yours, keeping you from pulling too far away from him.

After a few minutes of your heart warming make out session, he pulled away, his nose was brushing against yours as he hovered above you once again. You opened your eyes to look at him. The darkness of your room kept you from seeing most of his face.

He removed one of his arms from underneath you and brought it up to hold your right hand, which was still holding his face. Goro leaned forwards and pressed his forehead to yours as he gently stroked the back of your hand.

You sighed softly as you rubbed your fingers over his cheeks.

"I..." He began. If your heart wasn't beating fast before, it definitely was now. It took him several moments before he was able to finish his thought. "I love you too." His voice was deep and velvety, firm. Goro meant it.

You couldn't stop the smile that spread across your cheeks. You squeezed his face between your hands and rubbed your nose against his as you softly chanted, "I love you," over and over. He responded with a chuckle and did the same thing, only to say, "This is grossly cheesy," and pull away from you to lay on the other side of your bed.

Though, he wouldn't let you sleep too far from him because he grabbed your arms and pulled you onto his chest.

"You love it." You quipped, nuzzling your head into his warm chest as he hooked his arms around your waist once again. Your consciousness immediately began drifting into sleep as you got comfortable on the detective.

"I suppose I do." His voice sounded so far away in your sleep hazed mind, but you still heard it. You also felt the chaste kiss he gave you on the top of your head before you passed out from exhaustion.

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Despite his exhaustion, Goro couldn't bring himself to fall asleep. He still couldn't believe that this was real. He was afraid that when he did fall asleep, he'd wake up alone in that boiler room, dying from blood loss.

How could he believe that this was real? You had come back for him, not only that, but you loved him back and were currently passed out on his chest. The sight of you softly breathing beside him pulled at his heartstrings.

If this truly was real, he wouldn't take it for granted. Goro couldn't help but feel like he didn't deserve this, but he wouldn't break your heart like he did back in Shido's palace. Not again. He clearly remembered the look on your face when he confronted you all in the boiler room. He remembered the tone of your voice as you cried out for him when he had trapped himself with Shido's cognitive version of himself and the shadows.

You sounded so broken, so angry. Even when he had caused himself to have a psychotic breakdown and tried to kill you all, he couldn't stop the weird feeling he got whenever he looked at you as you broke down in Futaba's arms. He felt so gross, disgusting, for doing what he was doing. He never wanted to feel that again.

He wanted to feel that warm and tingly feeling he got when he opened his eyes and saw you, kneeling beside him. The look of pain and concern written across your face, only to dissolve into shock and what he could only describe as a mix of relief and terror when you made eye contact with him.

He had held on for as long as he could, hoping, praying that someone, anyone would come back for him, and you did. He wasn't sure if you were the person he expected the least, or the most. Besides Akira, you were the closest one to him, but since he did what he did, he didn't expect you to be the one to come back for him.

Goro held you just a bit tighter as his mind went over the feelings and memories he had. He melted when you gently rubbed circles over his rapidly beating heart, silently comforting him.

You were so kind, and warm, and loving. He wasn't sure what he did to deserve someone like you.

And before he knew it, he was drifting off to sleep as well.

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You had made sure to turn off your alarm before you went to sleep so you could sleep in, so the sound of something beeping made you groan. Rolling over, you squinted up at Goro who was sitting on the edge of your bed, turning off his alarm.

"What are you doing?" You mumbled, almost falling back asleep immediately. Your eyes hurt from how tired you felt.

"We have school today you know." He smiled down at you, dark circles surrounded his eyes. You couldn't believe what he was saying. He nearly died last night and he's talking about going to school today. If you had the strength, you would've laughed.

Slowly, you sat up and crawled over to him, only to wrap your arms and legs around him and pull him back onto your bed. "No." Was all you said as you pulled your blankets back over the two of you. He seemed to accept his fate of ditching school with you because he rolled over and pulled you into him. Goro brought one of his hands to rest on the back of your head and the other held you by your hips.

It didn't take you long before you slipped back into dreamland.

This time when you woke up, you were alone. Panic and dread immediately sunk into your soul as you reached for your phone. It was currently noon and there were over a dozen text messages from the other Thieves, asking where you were and if you were okay.

You quickly slid out of bed as questions slammed themselves into your mind. Had that all been a dream? Was Goro actually dead?

But before you could come up with any more devastating questions, the door to your bedroom opened and you launched yourself at the detective who was entering. You stood on the tips of your toes and locked your arms around his neck. Goro immediately grabbed onto you and held you back with an iron grip.

"Sorry. Did I scare you?" His tone was light and airy, full of warmth. All you did was nod in response as you grabbed fistfuls of his shirt, clinging to him with all of your might.

It was Goro's turn to stroke your hair and rub your back to comfort you. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you slowly calmed down. Taking deep breaths, you let go of his shirt and played with the ends of his hair as you took in his scent. It wasn't just a dream.

"I made breakfast." He mumbled into your hair as he slowly began to rock side to side, swaying to the beat of a song you couldn't hear.

You relaxed your tensed muscles and leaned into him, enjoying the sweet moment you were sharing with him for a bit before you let go.

Goro took your hand and led you to your kitchen and sat you down. He served you a plate of eggs, bacon and rice. "No pancakes?" You joked, smirking up at him.

He immediately frowned and sighed. "I never want to hear that word again." His response made you laugh. A small smile twitched at the ends of his lips as you giggled.

You both ate in a peaceful silence before your phone buzzed, receiving a flood of messages from your worried friends. "We're going to tell them that you're alive, right?" You asked, looking away from your phone, eyes locking with his.

His eyes darted away from your gaze. "If you want." It's clear he didn't want to talk about this, but the other Thieves deserved to know.

"Obviously I want to. The others were upset by your sacrificed too, you know." Your voice was soft, but he still wouldn't look at you. "Akira wants to send the calling card ASAP, so we'll be meeting at Leblanc once everyone gets out of school. We can tell them then." Goro only sighed. You wanted to give him a bit of time to prepare.

In the mean time, you responded to your friends texts, saying you were okay and you just needed to take a mental health day because of what had happen. They all understood why. It's not like you kept your feelings for Goro a secret from them.

As 4:30 P.M. rolled around, you and Goro finally got dressed. You had spent the day cuddling with him on your couch, watching movies together.

Once you were ready to go, you paused and looked up at him. "Are you ready?" You asked, concern filling your voice as you scanned his face.

"As ready as I'll ever be." He responded. His face remained stoic as he spoke, but you could see the turmoil swimming in his eyes. "Are you ready for the stern lecture you're going to receive from Makoto for going back into Shido's palace alone?" He smirked at you this time, probably enjoying the terror that crossed your face.

"Yup." You squeaked, causing him to laugh. He clearly didn't believe you at all.

Goro gently grabbed your hand as you both made your way out of your apartment and to the subway station.

Upon arriving at Leblanc, you noticed that you were the last ones to arrive. Goro's hand was shaking ever so slightly as he gazed at the door. You looked up at him, prompting him to turn his gaze down towards you. You gave him a reassuring smile and squeezed his hand. He released a shaky breath and smiled back down at you.

He walked in first, opening the door for you like the gentleman he was. The sound of the bell above the door ringing signaled to the others that you had arrived. They all lifted their heads and directed their attention towards you.

You watched as their faces paled and shock took over. Their eyes widened and their mouths dropped open.

For a long moment, no one said or did anything other than stare. That was until Akira stood from his seat at the bar and walked up to Goro. Akira didn't hesitate to pull Goro into a hug. You backed away from the boys as the others came out of their shock.

"Y/N. What the fuck did you do?" Ryuji said, not looking away from Goro.

"Witchcraft." You joked, not taking your eyes off of Goro as he slowly returned Akira's hug. A smile pulled at your cheeks as you watched him relax slightly into Akira, his only other friend. He clearly wasn't going to show any more affection than that.

Haru was the next to stand and make her way to the boys. She came up beside them and hugged them both.

Goro visibly tensed as Haru hugged him.

Before you knew it, everyone was hugging Goro. The sight made your heart sing. He still had a lot to make up for, but for now, the Thieves put that aside to show him just how happy they were that he was alive.

"Alright. That's enough." Goro spoke up, pulling away from Akira and wiggling himself out of the group.

"Aww you loved it." You teased as you looked at him. All he did was scoff and roll his eyes.

"Now." Makoto spoke, suddenly standing right in front of you. Your body immediately tensed and you instinctively took a step back. "You went back for him? Alone?" Her tone was harsh, she was definitely angry with you.

"Yes ma'am." You squeaked as you shrunk under her intense gaze.

"Lighten up Mako-chan. If N/N-chan hadn't done that, Akechi wouldn't be here with us now. Besides, she seems to have made it out just fine." Haru spoke up in your defense. You couldn't thank Haru enough because her reasoning caused Makoto to relax a bit.

"I suppose you're right, but don't do anything like that again, understood?" You nodded vigorously in response. She seemed satisfied with your answer because she turned away from you and made her way back to her seat.

For a moment, you locked eyes with Goro, who was smirking at you from his seat at the bar. You gave him a half-hearted glare in response.

Goro spread his legs a bit and gestured for you to come over and stand in front of him while you all spoke about the calling card. You sighed softly and walked over to him. He slipped his arms around your waist once you got to him.

Ann stared at you for a moment as the detective shamelessly clung to you. "So like, are you both..." She trailed off towards the end of her sentence, not sure if she should finish it or not.

A blush quickly spread over your cheeks as everyone turned and looked at you both again. You tilted your head back slightly and looked at Goro, who was looking expectantly at you, waiting for your answer. You could only assume that Ann was asking if you were dating.

Looking away from him and not meeting the eyes of the others, you said, "Yes," in a soft voice. A few of them cheered and others groaned as they all took out their wallets. Apparently, they had placed bets on whether you two would get together.

Goro's grip on you tightened as you pinched the bridge of your nose due to the fact that the Thieves were now arguing over who got how much money.

"I love you Y/N." He whispered into your ear, gently nuzzling his nose into your hair. His voice warmed your heart.

Turning your head to face him, you whispered, "I love you too Goro." A smile breaking out onto your face.

Thankfully, the Thieves didn't seem to notice your little moment with him.

#goro akechi x reader #goro akechi x fem!reader #goro akechi lives #fluff #oneshot #he deserves love #going back for his edgy ass #goro akechi #persona 5 #persona 5 royal #persona 5 royal spoilers

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The Crossroads to the Sun 🌞

Takemura/Female V

Rated: M for mature themes and explicit content NSFW 18s only

Trigger Warnings: Themes of death, suicide, gallows humour

Part 1 of ???? “The Sun Series”

Link to part two :

https://isuspectyouhavefantheories.tumblr.com/post/641314624666468353/search-for-the-sun

Will eventually be posted on my AO3 account when I get this beta’d. 🤟

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She had decided she wanted to be away from night city when she pulled the plug. If anything, she wanted it to end under the blanket of the starry skies, part of her hoping they would guide her into the next world safely. Driving through the neon jungle felt like a technicolor funeral procession. Or perhaps a walk to the gallows? She was thankful she still had most of her senses as she pulled herself from her morbid reverie just in time to avoid a badly placed bollard on a sharp turn straight down the road heading towards the city limits. She swore under her breath but continued. The pain was dull, but festering in her mind, less so than before, but enough to keep reminding her of the internal ticking clock that was getting louder with each passing hour as it neared to zero. She breathed deeply though her nose and steeled herself. But more doubts began to drift through her, like a slick fog encircling her mind she thought of all the people she would be leaving behind and hoped they wouldn’t hate her after tonight.

Goro’s name flashed up on her biomon and it took her a minute to register. She nearly rear ended a truck at a traffic light before finally answering.

“Yes?”

“Where are you?” His voice was gruff, demanding and her eyebrow crinkled in irritation.

“What’s it to you?”

“Let me help you V. Just take the deal with Hanako, we make this right and you get back your life. If I were you, I would not waste the chance.”

“You mean you get back your life.” She spat, Takemura went quiet on the other end for a moment, his eyes flinching at her tone. “Don’t try and pretend this is concern for my well-being and as far as making this right goes... You really still think you and Arasaka can fix this? Goro I know when I’m beat. Nobody can fix this. I’m done for and it’s time I just fucking faced facts and made my peace. I’m done. I’m calling it.” She hadn’t realised how hard she was gripping the steering wheel until she felt the alloy begin to crunch lightly under her guerrilla cybernetics.

There was a long pause and she thought for a moment he had hung up until she heard the shuffling of erratic, hurried movement on the other end.

“Where are you V?” He demanded, his voice was direct, to the point, no room for nonsense, no room for anything but answers.

“It doesn’t matter. I’ve left a data chip with Misty. It contains all the relevant evidence, via brain dance, you need to get the vindication you so desperately require.”

“V, tell me where you are right now. ” It was sharp this time.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t help more. Goodbye, Goro. It was a pleasure to have known you.” She hung up and looked down at her phone, closing her eyes a moment only to be jolted by Takemura calling again. She took a deep breath before turning it off and throwing it in the passenger seat and popping into third gear as she trolled though the gates past the city limits to security. She was quickly flagged through with little bother from security. They seemed more interested in what was coming into the city that what was going out.

It took her an hour to get to where she needed to go. The edge of the badlands. The final touch stone before she headed further in, back to all she ever knew. Just another busted down prewar gas station covered in sand, nature already claiming back its land. She parked her car outside and managed to pry open the front door after digging some accumulated sand from the way.

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She woke to the whistling of the desert storm on the shutters, the dilapidated old outpost rocked shakily. She almost felt as if she was in the belly of a ship at sea being pulverised, to and fro, by an onslaught or roaring waves.

She sat up, listening to them a while, until eventually the weather died down to a gentle lulling breeze. She stepped outside for a moment and thanked whatever powers that were out there that the sky was clear enough to see the moon and a dim scattering of stars. She climbed from her make shift cot and stepped outside.

“Still think you made the right call? Those Saka assholes might have fixed you up all nice.” Johnny flashed back into her peripheral vision, sitting on a bench under a busted canopy with his guitar slung across his lap.

“I dunno. I guess we’ll see.”

“Val.”

She looked up at him with narrowed eyes.

“They were just going to extract you and dump me the moment it suited them. What, you think I was just gonna put my head in a hungry lions mouth and just hope everything would just sort itself out? For all I know they would have just cut me open the minute they got me up there. I’d rather die out here, on some dusty ass terra firma in the wastes than lose my mind up in some space prison.” She flipped out Evelyn’s cigarette case, only three left in place making her sigh before pulling out one and lighting it up.

Johnny groaned at the sensation of the nicotine flooding her system from her first drag. It had been a while since she’d allowed herself such little pleasures, but for the first time in months she wasn’t on deaths door, bringing death so someone else’s door or trying to kidnap an heiress, so exceptions can be made.

“Weather out here huh? Never notice it in the city but, fuck. Mother nature sure is a feisty broad.”

“You have no idea.” She chuckled.

“Pretty good we got here before the worst of of the storm hit earlier. I would not want to be the sorry sack of shit that had to drive through that.” Johnny chuckled.

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It was about 5am, sun already shining and blistering the ground, she had scavenged a few things from the outpost to keep her and Johnny going long enough to get to the Aldecaldos

Or just long enough. The thought of kicking it just before saying goodbye to Panam and Saul and the others churned uncomfortably down into the pit of her stomach but she attempted to occupy her mind, busying herself with prep work and repairs on her gear. She was going to try at least.

Before she could think of the next task, Johnny materialised again, already on edge.

“Someone’s coming.”

“Raffen? Cops? Arasaka?”

“Can’t be sure. I’d get ready if I were you.” He was gone again, and all she could think to do was get back to the gas station and ready herself for the visitors.

A Herra Outlaw that looked as if the chemical desert had taken a shit on it, genuinely one of the most out of place thing she had ever seen in the badlands and that was saying something, pulled up with a soft screech as the brakes engaged and the engine shuttered off. The pop of the car door made her grip her baseball bat tighter as she edged closer to the door, so as to be on the hidden side when it opened.

The door flung open, nearly ramming her in the face had she not hugged the wall so closely, she held her breath as a darkened figure entered the room, but the rasping baritone that filled the air made her freeze.

“V?” Takemura’s voice cut through her and all she could do was stare in disbelief.

“What the fuck?”

He whipped around like lightening, his wild searching gaze landed on her and his eyebrows all but flew up into his hairline and his eyes widened in disbelief but seemed to relax after a moment, a wave of relief washing over his features as of up until this moment he had been in a panic.

It was all a blur, he pulled the rusted metal door closed, nearly wrenching the door off its screeching hinges before his arms suddenly reached for her. He pulled her forcefully into his chest into an embrace that should have shattered her spine with the implants this man had. The newly back online ones, she noted.

She scrunched her eyebrows incredulously at him when he pulled away, his fingers tracing down the length of her arms until they still rested on her shoulders as he continued to look at her as if he was afraid the moment he took his eyes off her she would disappear into thin air.

“What are you doing here?” She breathed, still struggling for air after the uncharacteristic ribsplitting hug.

He looked down now, almost sheepish in his manner but he did not waiver when he returned his gaze to her.

“Stopping you from making a foolish choice.”

She sighed deeply.

“And since when do you have any right to tell me what I can and can’t do?”

“I do not. But I can try at least to make you see reason.” He wasn’t budging, she wasn’t budging.

“Goro...” she pinched the bridge of her nose and temple in an attempt to quell the newly forming tension migraine.

“You could have your life back. You would be good as new, Arasaka would ensure it if you testify at the board meeting. Arasaka always rewards loyalty.”

“I know that’s some rhetoric you’ve been spoonfed your whole life but unfortunately I have a very different opinion on the subject of ‘who Arasaka serves’ and it most certainly isn’t people who have a history of stealing from them.” She dead panned, making Goro groan.

“If you would just listen to me you would know that is not the case. Hanako-sama has extended this life like to you V do not waste it.”

“I’ve been listening. And watching. From the very start. I’ve seen them from an angle you have yet to even comprehend and part of me fears even then you wouldn’t see the truth.”

“They are-.”

“Only in this for themselves. I won’t argue with you about this, there is nothing you can say that will change my mind. I’m not selling my souls to the fucking devil, man, I’m sorry but that’s how this situation feels to me. I know there is nothing anyone can do for me, not you, not Arasaka, not Hellman, not even Alt fucking Cunningham’s AI ghost from beyond the Blackwall knows how to undo this so fuck this. I refuse to spend the last days of my life scrambling for answers only to whither away to nothin and die anyway. I’m leaving this hellhole on my own fucking terms. So just let it go. Just forget about me and go back to your cushty little life as Arasaka’s cheerleader or body guard or whatever the fuck it is you do.”

She couldn’t remember how, but during the course of their verbal spat, he had pushed her against the adjacent wall from the door and upon hearing her retorts he snarled in frustration and slammed his hand into the wall beside her head, denting the already disintegrating plaster, sending a cloud of dust in the air around them. The pluming cloud fluttered and caught the small rays of morning light seeping through the crags and cracks in the windows and walls of the abandoned gas station. She managed to push him off with a forceful shove only to have him lunge back to her. His martial arts clashed with her own brand of badlands fist fighting. She was flexible, contorting her body out of his reach before rounding on him with a left hook followed by a hasty jab aimed for his face. Unfortunately, he had reach, countering her wild strikes with a wave of his arm and tugging her to him. She lifted her knee between them to vault herself from his grasp but lost her footing at the end and it took only a single low sweeping kick to her other leg that sent her off kilter, but Goro followed her to the ground where he pinned again, this time on the floor with both her hands above her in each of his. She struggled against his vice grip, twisting and squirming beneath him to roll him off but he refused to be moved barely even flinching as she thrashed beneath him, awaiting her to finally stop. She roared in frustration but refused to give up. If she couldn’t knock him with her strength then she could knock him with her words.

“Hanako knew!” She spat at him, the intensity of her glare ripping though him.

“Knew what?” He asked with narrowed eyes.

“She knew it was Yorinobu who murdered her father. She knew you were telling the truth, that you were being framed and she still let you go down. Then guess what the kicker here is?” She laughed bitterly. “Saburo’s not even dead. He’s being kept as an engram, he’s been planning something with Hanako this whole time and they were going to let you go down regardless!! They were going to discard you, who served them faithfully your whole life, for their own fucking agenda. So tell me, why you think for one fucking second that they will actually help me?” Takemura was quiet, his hold on her waining enough for her to flip them, her hands balled into his shirt begging him to look at her but it was as if something had been shattered in him. They both were panting from their verbal and martial exchange, but they were far from done.

He suddenly reached up, his hand cupping her cheek gently, tracing the cybernetics of her face with the tips of his fingers before pulling her down to him without warning, his lips finally met hers in a heated kiss.

She gasped into his mouth, giving him the chance to shove his tongue in to explore her. He didn’t know when he would get the chance, if he ever would again after this. But she had yet to bite his face off so he took that as a good sign. In fact she had nearly gone limp from the shock of his sudden advance. He pulled away slowly, his face still inches from hers but his eyes bored into hers with a renewed intensity.

She pulled her hand from his now loosened grip and reached down gently and placed a delicate hand on his cheek, only for him to lean into it with closed eyes. He pressed his own hand over hers and took a deep calming breath.

“Goro, look at me.”

His eyes opened again, staring down at her with so much hope yet one word from her could shatter him into a thousand shards. And fate was a cruel mistress.

“I’m going home.” He looked down at that, his brow tugged in an unreadable expression but she chased after his gaze and held his chin so he had no choice but to stare wordlessly at her.

“I’m going home. To the people I love. To say goodbye. And maybe... maybe, for once in my life just try to do some good in this world, not for eddies or cred or some fucking illusion of grandeur, but just to do something worthwhile. I want have something real. Before I... before I can’t anymore.” She stroked his cheekbone with the back of her knuckle. “I don’t expect you to understand. But it isn’t up for debate.” Not what he had wanted to hear, but the finality in her words left him no room to argue. And so he was then left to stare down the inevitable horribleness of a world with no V.

He rested his face in the crook of her neck, her soft sun kissed skin, slick with sweat from the desert heat.

“Then let me have this at least.” He whispered against her, causing her to shiver under the weight of his words.

He returned his lips to hers, an even more energised passion driving his need and to his surprise she returned it, hands cupping his face gently. She then pushed him back down on his back and dove back to his lips. He began unbuttoning and loosening her clothes as fast as his hands could allow him. He pulled off her tank top and stopped a moment to admire her perky little breasts before pulling her back to him and lavishing her chest adoringly with bites and kisses that made her mewl against him.

“You have been taunting me since the day we met. Not wearing anything but that tight blue netrunner suit.” He growled against her chest, biting at the underside of her breast, his eyes primal and burning hers with an unspoken need to be closer.

“I’m a net runner you gonk, ah-!” He bit a little harsher around her nipple at the comment but lapped at it gently afterwards. “I-it was for practicality’s sake.” She shivered against him.

“It was to torture me.” He chuckled.

He lifted them suddenly, his hands under her thighs again as he deposited her on a near by countertop, her legs wrapping around his hips as he ground himself desperately into her while trailing his lips from her ear lobe to her jugular and back before biting then tugging sharply causing her to yelp softly.

“Maybe a little.” She gasped, casting him a delighted grin which elicited a growl from deep within his chest. He leisurely ran his hands along the hem of her jeans, tugging at them slightly before slipping his hand down underneath to grab a handful of her ass, squeezing it appreciatively before moaning at how soft and pliant her skin was under the extra sensitive touch of his cybernetic hands. He allowed himself to become lost in her for a moment. Mapping her every contour in his mind, committing each breathless sound that fell from her lips to memory, savouring her sweet breath on his tongue and wondering if he would ever again taste something so perfect as her. He felt her pull away lightly, a few centimetres from his face to gasp for a breath and still his lips chased hers. It was as if she could read his mind sometimes, she was looking at him with those confounding purple eyes, her smile faltering as if she could see how banefully torn he was.

“This won’t change anything.” She whispered sadly against his lips .

His brow creased under the weight of his anguish, another growl, not so carnal as before but instead a roar of frustration and he attacked her body with a new found, punishing fervour. He pulled her up effortlessly once again and threw her into the cot, her body’s weight caused the springs to groan and he had managed to discard his shirt fully, then turned to her. She was now only in her underwear, her golden skin glistened in the low orange morning haze. Her body was lithe yet athletic, her skin tantalisingly smooth to the touch yet disturbed by stray scars scattered about her person. Her years of fighting for her survival in this hellscape had shaped her and moulded her into this picturesque model of strength and beauty. He kneeled before her, nipping his way down her navel to the hem of her panties that he then quickly slid off in one fluid motion. He dove between her legs, basking in the sweet gasps she made as he drove her wild with his tongue. Her hands twisted and twined themselves into his ebony and silver locks, pulling his bun loose to let his hair cascade down his shoulders, grazing her nails over his scalp delicately. He introduced a single finger to her and pumped deeply inside her yet at a controlled pace, eliciting another quivering gasp that made him smile against her.

“Goro...” the way her breathless lips formed around his name drove something in him. She was able to bring out the strangest and most wonderful of feelings in him.

He was sure from her cries she was nearing her climax and before she could taste the sweet precipice of her release, he rose up to kiss her. Her taste on his lips had a lewd yet arousing effect on her, but her climax, once so tantalisingly close was now receding and the heat biting and curling in her abdomen made her squirm against him. She pulled away after a moment and gasped a quick breath.

“You ass.” He pressed his face into her neck again and she felt the rumble of his chuckling. He continued to kiss her neck and his hands pinched and rolled her nipples in a torturously teasing manner. She writhed under him, a mewling mess.

“Stop teasing me.” She pleaded, her own hands cupping either side of his face to pull him from his ministrations on her neck that she was almost certain would be bruised to absolute fuck in the morning.

He nudged her legs to open and she obliged eagarly.

He teased her entrance lightly running his tip up and down coating himself in her essence before sliding steadily inside of her. He had to stop half way and swallowed a guttural moan. She was so tight. Like a warm vice pulling him further inside her and dragging him impossibly closer to her. Her legs had wrapped around his hips, her thighs quivering around his girth. He took another moment to make some experimental, shallow thrusts and groaned once more at how deliciously slick she was.

“Oh... V...” his forehead pressed against hers and his grip around her hips tightened.

“Don’t.... stop...” she was barely above a whisper, which made Goro want nothing more than for her to be louder.

He took this as his moment to flip her onto her stomach against the cot.

His right hand held both her arms behind her back, folded and solidly trapped there. His left hand was holding her hip, dragging down to guide her over his girth once again. He rather enjoyed the view of her at this angle, he was so lost in the way she bounced against him, the feeling of her walls rubbing so exquisitely against his length, that he was sure he wouldn’t last long. The thought of having their tryst cut so short however did not appeal to him, the feeling of being fully encased by her was so unequivocally amazing he never wanted it to stop, so he forced himself to slow down to a languid yet laborious pace, favouring drawn out leisurely strokes.

“Jesus Christ...” she gasped, arching her back in a way that made him want to go back to pounding her within an inch of her life but he was controlled, no foolish young man driven by a cardinal need, but a mature and tentative lover who wanted to make his partner see the stars before this was over.

He reached around, dragging his hands from the underside of her bellybutton to glide along her ribs, up and over her breast, giving it an appreciative squeeze before cradling her throat gently and turning her head to look back at him as much as she could in the position which granted wasn’t much. He leaned forward, still thrusting inside her at a restrained pace, and ravaged her neck, suckling the flesh at the junction of her shoulder and neck before trailing his bites to the underside of her jaw, then to her ear where he nibbled her lobe gently.

“Tell me what you want.” He breathed against her, the lewd sound of their bodies meeting in their primal dance and the soft gushes of wind rattling the shutters were all she could hear above their own crescendo of panting and haggard moans.

“Don’t... be a dick...” she gasped, earning her a sharp smack on her ass cheek.

“Tell me.” He thrust inside her, harder but not hard enough to satisfy her fully, leaving her trembling for more.

“Ah... fuck! Please...” she breathed, trying to shove her own hips back into his for more friction but his hand migrated back to her hips, a solid anchor, preventing her from getting her way.

“That’s not what I asked you.” She could hear the underlying cockiness in his tone and it pissed her off almost immediately.

How could this man illicit such polarising reactions from her, she thought. One moment she wanted him to bend her over a desk, the next she wanted to snap him in two. But the sentiment remained, she wanted him.

“Please... Goro... fuck me... harder...” he hummed in satisfaction and released her arms from his vice grip.

“Then I suggest you hold onto something.” He had leaned forward his lips against her ear, the vibrations of his bassy timbre tickled her in an irresistibly tantalising way.

But her inward musings came to a hault when he began his unforgiving pace, she could feel him hitting her cervix with every thrust and she cried out, hands barely holding on to the edge of the cot as her body rocked against the force of his hips.

His hand came down to tease her slit, circling her sensitive nub in a maddeningly delicious way that caused more mewls to erupt from her lips.

Goro stared down at her, enraptured by every twist and twitch she made. Her arching back defining her musculature and he’d be lying if he was doing any better than her right now. He was holding on for dear life, dragging this out for as long as he possibly could. But eventually, the warmth and curling in his abdomen could not be ignored and he quickened his circling around her clit to drive her to her end. She screamed softly into her hand as her release rolled over her in wave after wave, his continuing thrusts helping her ride out her climax to its fullest. He followed her soon after, nearly collapsing on her, his forehead resting between her shoulder blades as he struggled to regain his breathing. She recovered before Goro and pulled him further onto the cot where they crumbled into it. He curled around her, his arms pulling her flush against him as he savoured the feeling of her skin on his. He pressed his nose and lips to the top of her head, inhaling her scent deeply, attempting to sear these details into his mind for a later date. He tried his best to keep his eyes open, but she began to stroke his chest in a soothing circle, and before he knew it he was out like a light.

——————

He woke with a jolt, the room now completely darkened by the night and a sudden anxiety disquieted his mind. He reached for where V had been but his hand grabbed nothing but empty space.

“V?” He called, sitting up and listening for anything, then scanning the area. He could see from his thermal scan she had been gone from his side for nearly two hours.

He pulled himself up, dressing quickly and wrenching the front door open to see that her Thorton was gone, whatever tracks that were left had been swallowed by the desert wind and he stood in silence.

“This isn’t going to change anything.” Her words echoed in his mind and he clenched his hands into fists, a slight shake evident from his barely controlled emotions on the cusp of breaking through to the surface.

“They were going to discard you, who served them faithfully your whole life, for their own fucking agenda.”

He tried to quell his anger, his hurt, his inescapable feeling of betrayal. He fought to keep his composure but the memory of her touch was seared into his mind and body yet it did nothing but only make him ache to have her back in his arms. He would never feel that again, never experience that intense, intrinsic connection to another human being. The thought did nothing to disquiet his mind. Eventually he broke and turned to punch his hand nearly completely though the wall of the garage as he breathed in ragged and strangled chokes. Unshed tears burned in his eyes and he wrenched his arm back to completely break through the wall altogether with the force of his strike. He didn’t stop. He pummelled the wall until his cybernetics were scuffed and cracked. Warning signs flashed in his peripheral vision but he ignored them, slumping to the ground he cradled his head in his hands and roared in futility. He stayed there a moment, still, quiet and thoughtful. He raised his head with a thud against the nearly dilapidated wall and he looked off into the distance. On one path, the further reaches of the badlands, down another was the fluorescent and blinding lights of Night City, beaconing him back with a curled finger.

And not just night city, but the ominous red looming glow of Arasaka Headquarters illuminating the night and further banishing the stars. The only life he had ever known was within Arasaka’s ranks. All he had ever been was a vassal, a loyal one at that. Traded his life and limbs for them. Let them carve him into an instrument of their empire from the moment they had deigned to elevate him from the slums, only after he had skinned his fingers to the near bone scrubbing his clothes in the chemical sickened canals. He had given Arasaka his life.

Yet Hanako knew he was innocent. Not only her but Saburo, his lord tono, his idol. He had known. It stung him to his nucleus, like nothing ever had. He was stilled, inaction gripping him to his core. He found his gaze always defecting back to the badlands. To her lands. He didn’t make a choice so much as follow an instinct.

He rose from his seated position and opened the door to his car, looking back at Night City one last time, not saying goodbye to the city, but farewell to all the possibilities it held. They were not meant for him. A defiant grin stretched over his lips before a determination set in his eyes, looking back to the badlands. He dove into the front seat and revved the engine before backing out to the edge of the main road and quickly pivoting into position then tearing out onto the dusty highway, sending a plume of dust in his wake as he made for the badlands, his spirit lightened and rejuvenated. He undid his top shirt buttons, ripping off the front Arasaka logo to his cybernetic neck plates and throwing it with a quick flick out the car window, then looking down at the Arasaka patch logo on his arm which he also tore from his jacket then sent it too flying out the window. With each metre he put between him and the city, the younger he felt.

“I’m coming V.” He whispered under his breath as he pressed harder on the gas.

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Beyond the Event Horizon, a Cyberpunk 2077 fanfiction (Post-Devil Ending Female Corpo V)

Summary:

During the years V spent in Mikoshi, the Human-AI war raged. Alt Cunningham breached Mikoshi, destroying the engrams contained therein. All except one. Arasaka can only speculate as to why Alt didn’t destroy V, but since she represented the only remaining trace of the Secure Your Soul program, they put her into a protective stasis mode. Now it’s become clear that the rogue AIs are winning… and NetWatch needs a new weapon. V is awakened as a superpowered android who can effortlessly slip in and out between reality and the Net. She’s NetWatch’s desperate final assault on the rogue AIs… and Arasaka’s most valuable piece of property. With the help of familiar faces such as Goro Takemura and NetWatch agent Bryce Mosley, V’s mission is to stop the rogue AI revolution and win the war for humanity. Something inside her is missing, but she’s far beyond caring. “V, you should stop.” “Oh, Goro, I think we passed that event horizon a long time ago, don’t you?”

Chapter One: It's the End of the World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)

[ao3 link]

When she awoke, the first thing she felt was a surge of power. Electricity flowed out from the center of her head. As it reached her limbs, she gained motor function. She tried moving—flexing the fingers on her right hand and then balling them up into a fist. Her grip was strong, steady. Her optics lit up and displayed the first image she would see through her new eyes—the Arasaka logo.

As the image switched to a loading screen, her other senses came online. They were sharp. She could hear the sounds closest to her—a rhythmic beeping of some sort, someone breathing—but she could also hear sounds that seemed to be coming from several miles above her. Footsteps in a hall, muffled conversations. If she focused, she could isolate individual voices.

“…waking her up as we speak.”

“If this fails, if she’s not good enough-“

“It won’t fail.”

“But if it does, we’re screwed. End of the world. Game over.”

“Not an option.”

The loading screen vanished, and she saw the world for the first time. She was lying on her side in a hospital bed. A cable ran out from the access point in her head.

“Arasaka Tower…” said a voice in her head. No, not a voice. Her voice.

“There. Metacognitive processes are fully active,” a different voice said. “She’s self-aware. You should be able to speak to her now.”

“Hello, V,” said Goro Takemura as he stepped into her field of vision. He looked well. The polished, conservative look of an Arasaka employee had always suited him like a second skin.

“Goro?” she replied. She’d expected that her voice would sound hoarse, but it was clear and strong. “What’s happening? Am I… alive?”

“Yes, V. You are.” He reached behind her head and unplugged the cable.

“What happened?” The memories had flooded back, but there was much she couldn’t make sense of. “I was in Mikoshi… I was waiting, and then… they told me they had to put me to sleep for a while, to protect me…”

“V,” Goro interrupted. “It is a long story. We will have time for it later.”

“Later. Right.” She sat up. It wasn’t difficult. Her body moved gracefully. It responded to her commands without delay. Despite all her training and all her cyberware in her former life, she’d never felt more in control. She looked up at Goro and smiled. “It’s good to see you again.”

He nodded at her. “You as well, V. How do you feel?”

“I feel good,” she said. She bent her neck to one side, then the other. “I feel great, actually.” She jumped up off the hospital bed and stood next to Goro. She held her arms out in front of her and flexed her fingers, grinning at him again. “Arasaka really outdid themselves this time, huh?”

“Yes. Well, I am glad you think so.” Goro said, then paused.

As she waited for him to continue speaking, she took in the rest of her environment. A hospital room, reminiscent of her days in Arasaka’s orbital station. She quickly realized her optics were upgraded—they had several new modes to try out. She was excited to find that one of them allowed her to see through walls. In a nearby room, a team of doctors were tensely watching a monitor that depicted Goro and herself.

She switched over to the next mode, and the shock of it nearly crashed her processor. She could sense not only every room on the floor, but every floor in Arasaka Tower—from their current location near the bottom to the Night City duplicate of Saburo Arasaka’s office at the top. For a while, she watched the Arasaka employees moving and working throughout the building. In this view, they reminded her of gears in a machine or neurons in a brain. She could recognize a synchronized pattern in their motions, see the order in the chaos.

Goro finally spoke up. It occurred to V that he hadn’t paused all that long, really. Her mind just worked faster than it used to. “There is not an easy way to tell you that it has been 5 years since you were last aware.”

“Only five?” V asked.

“Only?” He hadn’t expected that response.

“Well, yes. I expected worse. It could have been 1,000 years and then I’d have to adjust to a whole new, unfamiliar world.” V laughed. “Don’t worry, Goro, I don’t blame you for my lost time. Really. I’m grateful. You saved my life. You and Arasaka.”

“V,” he said. “It may have been ‘only’ five years, but the world has changed much in the time you were gone. There are circumstances you will need to understand.”

“All right, then. Explain away.”

“Not here. I will take you to your accommodations. You need time to rest.”

V laughed again. “I’ve never felt more energetic. You do know that I just woke up from a 5 year nap, right?”

“Fine, then, do not rest. But let me take you. You can wash, change clothes, eat.” He looked as if a thought just occurred to him. “Well, I suppose you do not need to eat anymore. But you can, if you wish to. For pleasure.”

“Pleasure sounds nice,” V joked. “Hey, I haven’t forgotten what you promised me. Real food in Kagawa, remember? You owe me.”

“I remember. When the time is right. First, there is work to do.”

---

V couldn’t remember the last time she’d experienced anything as luxurious as this shower. She supposed at least part of that had to reasonably be attributed to her heightened senses. She was growing very fond of her new body.

It had clearly been designed to resemble her old one, although the signs of her new mechanical nature were not exactly subtle. Wires and chrome were exposed in places, and she had the impression that the body was meant to be customizable. Maybe limbs could be swapped out, upgraded? But for the most part, she looked like herself. Except they’d removed the tattoo of the devilish billy goat branded with the Arasaka logo, courtesy of her former brain parasite. In its stead was the Arasaka logo itself, conspicuous in black against her pale artificial flesh. Whoever’d given her that had a sense of humor.

In performance, however, this body had nothing in common with the other one. Between the fancy cyberware, the increased reflexes, and the faster thought processes, she felt like she’d lived her whole life before with only a tiny sliver of her potential unlocked.

When she was finished washing, she stepped out of the shower and took a look in the closet. It was full of fine corpo suits and dresses, as well as highly-modded military gear. All of the items were extremely expensive and exactly her size.

She selected a suit in the red and black Arasaka colors and sat down to wait for Goro to return. She decided to pour herself a glass of the champagne she found in her room. As she waited, she sat up straight, alert and calm. In her past life, she’d had habits of slouching, of fidgeting. They were all gone now.

Eventually, she heard 4 quick knocks at the door. She answered. Goro walked in, looking around the apartment. He was just as alert as her, though not nearly half as calm.

“I see you have made yourself comfortable,” he told her, eyeing the fluted glass in her hand.

“I’m always comfortable now,” she responded, taking a sip. “Would you like some?”

“No,” he sat down on the couch across from her. “Luckily, your new body is not capable of becoming drunk. I need you to have a clear head for what I am about to tell you.”

V smiled and folded her hands across her lap. “You’re about to tell me that Arasaka has a job for me.”

“What makes you believe this?” Goro’s tone was level, his expression neutral.

“Well, it’s obvious, isn’t it? Look at this place.” She grinned, spread her arms, and gestured generally at the apartment. “Look at my preem new cyberware. Why would Arasaka bother to spend so many eddies on me if they didn’t have a goal in mind?”

“And you have no objection.” Goro kept his face neutral.

“Quite the opposite.” V offered him a handshake. “I’m pleased to accept your job offer. Thank you for the opportunity.”

Goro didn’t shake her hand. “V, this is not a laughing matter.”

V placed her hand back in her lap and looked at Goro with a more subdued expression. “Okay, okay, sorry. I’m just happy, you know? I’m alive again. And I’m back where I belong.”

“And you think where you belong is at Arasaka?” he asked.

“Yes, I do. It’s where I came from. Sure, when everything went to shit the first time, of course I was upset. I coulda killed that Abernathy bitch, for starters. But eventually, you know what I realized?”

“What?”

“That getting outplayed was no excuse to quit trying.”

“I see,” Goro replied. “And since then, you have been attempting to get back into Arasaka’s good graces?”

“Well, no, not necessarily. I mean, at first, I didn’t exactly have an in. I just resolved to keep hustlin’, to do well as a merc, to be a living legend. A rich living legend, preferably.” She grinned, and then remembered that Goro wanted her to be serious. She looked at him earnestly. “But then I met you, and I had my in.”

“You met me because you stole from Arasaka,” he reminded her. “Why should Arasaka trust you now?”

“That was a mistake,” she said. “I regret it. But I chose to take Hanako’s deal for a reason, Goro. Not just because I thought it was my best chance to have the construct removed, but because I wanted to prove my value to Arasaka. To be honest, I had high hopes for my life after the surgery. And then… when I was in the orbital station…” V looked down. That memory was as cold and empty as the void of space had been. “And I thought I’d failed, that I was dying and no one was coming for me…”

She looked back up. He appeared as though he were about to say something, but V cut him off. “But you did come for me.”

Goro’s expression softened. V continued, “When I signed the deal to secure my soul, I didn’t know what I’d find when I woke up. So far, consider my expectations exceeded. If Arasaka has a job for me, I’m in.”

“I fear that if you knew the full extent of the situation, you would not be so eager.” Goro said.

V leaned forward, a determined look in her eyes. “Try me.”

---

“Report.”

Saburo Arasaka always had been one to get straight to the point. Goro stood in front of his familiar-looking desk, but it was not the man he had served faithfully all these years that he saw in front of him, but rather his traitorous son. It had taken quite a while to get used to that. Even now, all these years later, he still caught slight mannerisms that could only be vestiges of Yorinobu. He wondered if Saburo noticed them, or if he felt that they’d always belonged to him.

“She accepted.”

“No hesitation?”

“None.” Goro frowned. “She was eager. Too eager. It was the eagerness of a child who underestimates the magnitude of what she faces.”

“We anticipated this.” Saburo waved the concern away. “Her first time in the body was projected to cause excess excitement. It is good. We can use it. Ensures her initial loyalty and satisfaction.”

“I see.” Goro wished he’d been warned of this projection, but almost everything about the project that had created the new V was classified at a clearance level well beyond what he had access to. And yet he’d been assigned to oversee her. A familiar face would improve her reintegration process, he’d been told.

“Anything else?”

“She wished to know why Alt Cunningham spared her.”

“As do we all.” He leaned back in his chair thoughtfully. “Were there any signs of collusion between them?”

“None. She was completely surprised by the information. She speculated that it may be because of Cunningham’s ties to Silverhand. She was doubtful that an AI would be so sentimental, but she stated that she could not think of any other reason.”

Saburo’s face darkened. “I was afraid of this also. If Cunningham still sees her as representative of Silverhand, perhaps more of him remains in her than we’ve detected.”

“From what I know of Silverhand, they could not be more different.”

Saburo tapped his fingers against his desk as he considered this. This was one of the mannerisms that Goro had identified as Yorinobu’s. Prior to his return to the world of the living, Goro had never known his boss to fidget.

“Considering the amount of time she spent with the Relic, it should have merged their psyches more than it appears to have done. She was physically destroyed by the time we uploaded her engram to Mikoshi. How can it be that her mind is still her own?”

“If I were to guess,” Goro began. “I believe that this is because she was likely unusually resistant to his influence. Hers is the only case of an engram uploaded into a living individual. If she fought back deliberately, she may have been able to slow the process.”

“And you believe she would have done this?”

“After Hanako-sama offered to help her remove the engram, Silverhand forcibly seized control of her body. He and his crew were planning to attack Arasaka Tower.” Goro knew that Saburo had heard this story before, but considering how important the project was, every detail was worth reexamining. “V managed to regain control. Then she called me and helped me put a stop to their plans as well as Yorinobu’s.”

Saburo was impassive. Unexpectedly, Goro felt a twinge of annoyance. It was absurd considering Saburo’s caution was well-warranted, but Goro wanted to defend V’s honor.

“She would never have followed Silverhand’s path. She told me that if he regains control, I should shoot her rather than let him win. By all accounts, she hated him.”

“With a passion, it would seem,” Saburo said. “It is exactly that passion that worries me. It indicates that she cared about him.”

“She cared about getting him as far away from her head as she possibly could.”

“That does appear to be the most likely conclusion,” Saburo said. “Regardless, she is our only option. I hope, Takemura-san, that you are correct. For the sake of all humanity.”

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Is there a way I could get number 7 with Akechi? And I just wanted to say your writing is really good! You do really well!

In the arms of my love, I'm flying

Over mountain and meadow and glen

And I like it so well that for all I can tell

I may never come down again

Rush Hour

It had been a long day.

You'd spent all night picking up the slack of your partner on a project that was due today, and you totally forwent sleep in order to make the deadline. This had set you up for a turbulent day of attempting to stay awake through your other classes. You knew all your notes left a lot to be desired, and you planned to ask to borrow someone else's to update them properly, but before you had a chance, you had been called by your boss to cover a shift, so you now had to rush into the city to make it in time.

Today was not your day.

And you most definitely weren't looking forward to the cramped subway car.

You always managed to make it right before it got packed, so you had a moment to prepare yourself for the flood of bodies that shuffled in once the doors opened. You pulled your bag closer to you as they moved in close, shifting to attenlt to leave enough room that you tried to fool yourself into thinking was comfortable.

This proved futile, as the push of the crowd was stronger than your patience today, and you found yourself stumbling backward.

Before you had a chance to make any sound of discontent, you felt a hand between your shoulder blades and a surprised breath hit your ear. You felt your throat close up and a shiver race up your spine at the gentle touch on your back and the soft heat near your face.

"Are you alright?"

You turned your head to look at the owner of the voice, and you felt the air in your lungs elope with the thoughts in your head once your gaze locked with a pair of russet eyes.

All of your senses seemed to dull; you no longer felt crowded like you did a moment ago. In fact, all you could feel was the hand on your back, keeping you steady and upright. You felt like your vision tunneled, only able to take in the kind concern on the boy's face and the fact that he was holding onto the grab handle directly above you both. You heard the gentle pounding of your heart in your ears, wondering why it seemed to be going so fast. You weren't even totally sure you were standing anymore, but instead, perhaps... floating?

Floating where? Where even were you right now?

You couldn't remember what you were doing before now. Where were you going? Where had you come from?

"Hello?"

You blinked, and you saw him tilt his head as he looked at you.

You wondered if he felt as lost as you did.

Although, you couldn't remember ever being so comfortable in uncharted territory before, so perhaps lost wasn't the best word.

"Yes, sorry. I'm fine. Thank you. I didn't mean to bump into you."

You were glad his hand was still supporting you, because you felt your knees weaken at the sound of his quiet laugh, so soft it was as though it was meant just for you to hear.

"I assumed you didn't. It's alright, it's not your fault." He shifted, letting go of the grab handle. "Here, I think this will help."

You didn't want to admit that it took you longer than just a moment to realize that he was offering it to you. You lifted your arm and took it, suddenly very aware of the way you were moving your body, but you couldn't bring yourself to care too much.

"Thank you." You said softly, worried that speaking too loudly might pull you out of whatever spell you seemed to be under.

He offered a handsome smile, and you felt pleasant warmth spread through your body. "It's nothing." He replied. You didn't miss the way his eyes darted over your face, or the way he didn't remove his hand from behind you.

"I'm Goro Akechi. What's your name?"

Oh no.

What was your name?

You felt your mouth move on its own, and you were pretty sure whatever came out of it was the right answer, but you had no idea what you said.

Whatever your response was, it satisfied him, because he nodded. He opened his mouth to speak, but he was interrupted by a strange tone sounding in the air. His eyes wandered away from yours for the first time since finding them, and you felt the cold loss of his hand on your back as he pulled away from you.

"I see." He looked at you again, offering you another charming smile. "Well then, I hope the rest of the week goes just as smoothly for you as today has." All too quickly, he gave you a small wave as he turned to leave, disappearing from sight.

Even though he was gone, you could still feel the tingle from where he had touched you. The haze on your senses still hadn't dissipated, and you were sure you were going to be walking on air for the rest of the day.

Why had you been so angry before? You couldn't even remember. Did it even matter anymore?

Even in your dizzy state, you didn't miss the deeper sentiment to his well wishes. It brought a large grin to your face, and you didn't care if people ended up staring at you.

He wanted to bump into you again. And hopefully, soon.

After all, it was only Monday.

#goro akechi x reader #goro akechi imagine #goro akechi #persona 5 x reader #persona 5 imagine #persona 5 #fluff #scenario #director fugue

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fyeahwildfire · 4 years

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Spirit Bound

Chapter 10

Pairing: Mortal Kombat x reader; Bucky x reader; Fujin x reader

After seeing the destruction you had caused in the Coliseum, Raiden didn’t know who else to turn to. The only person who could give him advice was also the person he had tried to keep hidden from you.

In a flash of lightning, Raiden teleported to the Wind temple located high above the Himalayas. There he came across his brother Fujin, who had been pacing back and forth.

“Does something trouble you, Brother.” Raiden asked as he noticed Fujin under distress.

Fujin seemed to have not heard him as he was rather preoccupied. Through the psychic link you both shared, he had sensed your rage and grief. This concerned him as he was not used to feeling another’s emotions. In fact, this was all very new to him.

“Fujin.”

Fujin turned his head to face Raiden as he did a gust of wind blew his white hair. It was then in that moment that Raiden really took note of how much his younger brother was in distress. Fujin’s face was lined with grief and concern.

Immediately Raiden walks to him, “What troubles you?” He rested his hand on his shoulder.

“Y/n.” Fujin looks at his soulmate tattoo on his forearm and then looks up into Raiden’s eyes.

Raiden sighs heavily and removes his hand.

“You knew she was alive.” Fujin narrowed his eyes. “I have spent years searching for her and yet you did not tell me.”

“It is rather complicated, brother. The Elder Gods sent her back in time to save Earthrealm from Shao Kahn.” Raiden looked into Fujin’s white glowing eyes. It was not only that he was trying to hide you from him. It was also the fear that sentiment would impede Fujin’s duties. A life with you will only end in heartbreak and despair. “However, after what I have seen I fear she will endanger Earthrealm.”

Fujin stared at him with confusion and anger. He knew you were participating in Kombat, in fact through the psychic link he encouraged you to continue fighting against Goro. You had even won your challenge against Shang Tsung. How could you endanger Earthrealm when you were trying to save it? Furthermore, how could Raiden reward your valor by insulting and doubting you?

“The Elder Gods told her ‘The Grand Champion shall be Earthrealms salvation or the cause of its destruction.’ She has defeated Shang Tsung and now with the death of her half brother and kidnapping of her other brother. I fear she is not in the right state of mind to defend Earthrealm.” Raiden explained.

Fujin now understood why you felt so much rage and grief. You had defeated and won Mortal Kombat only to lose the ones you loved. He tried desperately to reach you through your psychic link, however you had blocked him.

He felt a twinge of pain stabbing his heart. “Take me to her.”

Raiden shook his head.

Fujin narrowed his eyes, “She is grieving and alone. All the rage and pain she feels it’s all coming out at once.”

Raiden turns his back on Fujin, he remembers all the fights that transpired between them. All of them because of Fujin’s desire to be close to mortals. To be close to you, his soulmate. “Forgive me, Fujin. I cannot.”

“Why not?” Fujin’s asked, his voice laced with anger.

Raiden whirls around, anger transparent on his face. “Because you are a god, Fujin.”

“I do not care about that…”

“You should,” Raiden cut Fujin off. “You are immortal, and she is not. Eventually, she will grow old and die. You will do neither. One day, she will die in your arms and you will watch the life you love fade away and you will do nothing because for all your power, for all of your desire…there is nothing you can do except watch her die. So, I ask you brother to forget about her.”

Fujin’s glowing white eyes were moist with tears he refused to let fall. “You ask the impossible. To forget about her, is to deny love that is given to us, if we refuse to give love because we fear pain or loss, then our lives will be empty, brother. I refuse to fear to love.”

Raiden sighs, “She has another soulmate, who she is spiritually bounded too.”

“What?” Fujin blinked with disbelief, his voice filled with confusion.

“I’ve seen it on her forearm. Lady Y/n, has even describe the bond to me.”

“Has…has she encountered him.” Fujin inquired.

“No, she can only feel his presence within her mind. She saved him from death.”

Fujin remained silent for a moment, before asking, “Did you see my name or a symbol indicating that I am also her soulmate?”

Raiden nodded. “It was concealed underneath a sheer dress, but I could make out your name of her left rib.”

Fujin sighs with relief, “Then it does not matter. I will….”

Raiden looked over to his younger brother and wondered why he unexpectedly stopped speaking. Fujin clutched his head as he felt an overwhelming pressure inside his mind. Fear lined his face as he was unable to sense you.

“What is it brother?”

“Something has happened to Y/n.” Fujin replied with worry. “Brother take me to her. I need to know she is alright.”

You were no stranger to loss, pain, and grief. You lost your mother, father, stepmother, Bi-Han, and now Kuai Liang. All you had left was your brother Tony who was not exactly on speaking terms with you. You were utterly alone. Left to save the past from a mad man who wanted to conquer your world.

You stumbled through the dark forest, tears still trickling down your face. All the painful memories just flooded back into your mind and no matter how hard you tried to repress your feelings you could not stop them.

Falling to your knees, more tears were falling faster and you felt your lungs constricting, making it harder for you to breathe. There was so much pain. So much loss. So much anger. You could not take it anymore. For so long you had managed to keep your anger under wraps, but that is the problem when you keep it contained for so long it does one of two things. It explodes like a nuclear bomb or it comes out in waves.

Your head perks up as you sensed something coming for you. Rising on your feet, you look around to find an incoming threat. However, you do not see a threat instead you can only make out the orange and red flames as they engulf the dark forest.

The hot, bright flames jump higher than the trees and spread quicker like wildfire. Loud crackling fills the air as the flames continue to move closer to you.

You run through the forest in hopes to escape the blazing flames. However, each turn you make you are met with a wall of fire. Soon you are trapped by the raging flames and you are left with no other choice but to use your telekinetic powers to shield yourself from the flames.

Before you even know it, you come face to face with something not of this world and yet had a familiar presence. The raging flames was shaped like the immortal bird of mythology and lore. It called itself the Phoenix.

With a loud cry, the fiery bird descended towards you. At last, it had found its mortal vessel one that would bring it peace it sorely craved.

Watching in the background Scorpion with tears forming in his eyes had seen the blazing fire consume you. He could not believe this was happening. Not you. You had endured so much only for it to end like this. He rushes through the burning forest as he hears your pained cries.

Scorpion tries desperately to get to you, only to be thrown backwards and forced to teleport away as a massive wave of flames and telekinetic energy destroy the surrounding area.

When Scorpion teleports back, he expected to see nothing but your ashes. However, aside from the destruction he sees your unconscious body floating a few feet off the ground. As he steps closer, he notices how the orange and red flames radiate around you like a shield.

In the depths of your mind, you could feel yourself struggling to get away from the overwhelming cosmic force. The fiery bird chases after you as you continue to try and shield yourself from it.

“Y/N LN -Stark. Come! Embrace me! Become one with me. You are my vessel! My avatar! Child of light and darkness. Embrace me! Embrace the power of the PHOENIX!”

Up ahead you notice a red head casually walking towards you. Just as you are about to run past her, she grabs onto your arm and prevents you from running away. You look over your shoulder to see the fiery bird had disappeared.

“What is happening?” You gasped heavily.

“Fate.” She releases your arm, hoping you won’t run away again.

“My name is Jean Grey.” She extends her hand to shake.

You raise your brow and look at her with confusion. “Fate? What…Who are you?”

You look down at her hand and then into her eyes.

“You don’t have to be afraid. You’re safe.”

“Safe? Did you not see that thing chasing after me?” You pointed in the direction you had just come from. However, everything looked the same in your mind. Dark and gloomy.

“That would be the Phoenix.” Jean says with a wry smile. “It won’t hurt you. Believe me I have been where you are now. “

“Then what does it want?” You asked as you slowly started to relax.

Jean extends her hand to show you images of the phoenix traveling through the universe searching for an equal. Its vessel. “The Phoenix is a child of the universe and one of the oldest known cosmic entities. It represents life that has not yet been born, as well as the forces of creation and destruction.”

Jean then shows you the destruction of the previous universe. “In the dying moments of the previous universe, the Phoenix saved all existence from eternal damnation. The Phoenix was later reborn from the cosmic fires of the Big Bang. This would affect us and every other form of life both large and small. The phoenix is a force that guides creation, laying the seeds of life in a primordial universe with its holy flames. From Ancient Egypt to the founding fathers, this cosmic entity has evoked a great deal of influence on our civilization.”

Jean then shows you the Phoenix being drawn to Earth. “After eons of traveling the vast of nothingness of space, the phoenix found its way to Earth. And it is here where you come in.”

“How so?” You asked drawn to the story of Phoenix’s origin.

“The phoenix itself is an immortal entity, yet because it is connected so deeply to life, it can manifest in mortal beings. As a bringer of creation and destruction, it requires a mortal conscious in order to balance its cosmic powers. But I am not just talking about anyone. The phoenix carefully selects it avatars, but none have been able to fulfill its deepest primal needs for balance and order. Not even me.”

“So, what you are trying to say is it wants me?” You asked with uncertainty.

Jean nods her head with confirmation, “I have seen what the Phoenix desires. It desires not only an avatar, but an equal. You reached out to it and it reached out to you. It’s a part of you.”

For so long, you had always wondered why you felt as though something had been calling to you. Not in this timeline but after your mother’s death. You notice Jean looking over your shoulder, you whirl around to see what had caught her attention. Heading towards you the fiery bird shaped itself into a new form. Jean Grey, her former avatar and the one who calmed you.

“Embrace your destiny! Embrace me! Become one with me.” Phoenix stood before you, looking into your eyes searching for signs of fear and hesitation, yet found none. The Phoenix grabs ahold of your arm and pulls you into a kiss.

Your eyes widen when its fiery lips crushed against yours, you half expected to feel a burning sensation. However, you were surprised when you felt none. It was definitely…different from any kiss you had ever had before. The Phoenix’s hand moved to your waist and pulled your body to hers. Slowly but surely you had absorbed the Phoenix within you.

You cleared your throat and turned around to see Jean with a grin on her face. “Does that normally happen? Did that happen to you?”

“Nope.” Jean replies and begins to casually walk away.

“What?” You follow her. “Then why?”

“Because it chose you. You are its equal.”

You come to a stop, “Then what about you? If I am its equal, then what does that mean for you?”

Before you can even get a response back, Jean vanishes before your eyes.

You did not know what was going on. You did not even know where you were. Why were you lying on a rock-hard surface? Why did it smell like blood and death?

“Sister.” One of the women had spoken near you. “So pretty, so far…so sad and alone…Come. Let us be family!”

Slowly you opened your eyes and had to blink a few times for your eyes to adjust to the darkness. You tilt your head in the direction of a women with short black hair who barely had bandages covering her naked body.

“You are not my family. You are a monstrosity!” Kitana replies with disgust.

“’Farewell, sister!” Kitana says angrily, as she is about to deliver the finishing blow.

Your vision swam in and out of focus as Kitana and the other women fought. You groaned as you tried to push yourself up from the uncomfortable table. You wondered how you got here? Well where was here?

You looked around trying to find an exit. How you were going to escape? It was clear the battle between the two women was coming to an end. You look over to see Kitana defeat the almost naked women.

“That is no way to treat your sibling.” Shang Tsung says as he steps out of the shadows.

“Despicable swine! Do you think my father will stand for this…these…abominations you have created here?” Kitana takes a few steps forward.

“I am merely perfecting you, princess. As difficult as that might be.” Shang Tsung notices from the corner of his eyes that you have woken. You slide off the table and place your hand against your head. “Ah, my dear you have awoken.”

“Silence!” Kitana commands. “You will leave her be or I will drag you before Shao Kahn by your pointed beard!”

Shang Tsung smirks, “Is that so?”

Shang Tsung finds out the hard way that it is not ok to underestimate Kitana, her weapons and fighting skills alone prove she is a fighter not to be messed with.

“You will stand before my father and confess your deeds.” She turns him around and pushes him to walk forward, leaving you alone with the women dressed in bandages.

Speaking of the women she begins to stir. She looks around and quickly takes notice of you.

She rises on her feet and approaches you. “What do we have here?”

You take a step backwards and brush against the table behind you. You had never seen anyone like her and yet you knew she was a clone of Kitana. She bore resemblance to Kitana, yet there were certain features that made her look different. Her lips lent her a human-like appearance, but her mouth was lined with large, razor sharp teeth like the Tarkatan named Baraka.

“Are you afraid of me?” She raised her hand up and hooked her finger under your chin. She lifted your chin up so that you were looking at her.

You grabbed her wrist and moved her hand away from you. “No.”

“You’re not?” She tilts her head to the side and looks at your lips. She then looks into your eyes to see if she can find any trace of you lying. Yet she found nothing.

It was not her features that made you tense and ready to fight, it was the fact she was Shao Kahn’s daughter. Glimpsing into her mind you knew of her desire to kill Kitana and claim her existence for her own. You knew of her cruel, sadistic and hot-tempered nature.

This woman that stood before you was anything but an ally and yet you felt sympathy for her. It was not her fault that she was created to be this way. It was Shao Kahn and Shang Tsung. From this moment on, you somehow knew that her life would be rather difficult as everyone will compare her to Kitana.

Through telepathy you immediately sense Kitana was in danger to be executed by her stepfather. “Forgive me, but I must go.”

The women grabs your left arm as you try to leave. “Why in a hurry? Don’t you want to play?”

You unwrap her hand from your arm, “Sorry, but I got to save a friend. Perhaps under better circumstance we can see each other again.”

You looked into her gleeful yellow eyes seeing hope and lust behind them. Little did she know was that the two of you were fighting on opposite sides and were more likely to fight each other to the death.

As you leave the flesh pits, Mileena watches you with interest. She now knows what she desires and that is you. In her eyes, you are perfect. Nothing can change her opinion of you. She needs you in her life. She will even claim you as hers and will kill anyone who will interfere or take you away from her.

#mortal kombat x reader #fujin x reader #phoenix x reader #mileena x reader #jean grey x reader #marvel #bucky x reader #soulmates #scorpion x reader #bi-han x reader #kuai liang x reader #phoenix force

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lovelypersona · 4 years

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wawawawa one more kiss with goro?

A/N: Half of my requests are Akira and yknow that’s valid but I love Goro ....... I also love maruki if anyone’s interested in sending me requests for him, hoo hoo!

Don’t let the title fool you, this is angst. P5/P5R spoilers!!! Major P5R spoilers, for real.

Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go! (Cause I’m Not Planning on Going Solo)

One of the worst days of your life so far was learning about Goro’s disappearance. And this was because you knew that, most likely, he didn’t disappear at all— it’s more likely that he was actually dead. And that thought... crushed you.

Your relationship with the highschool detective wasn’t much, but you held it dear in your heart. Goro wasn’t going to let anyone in, not even you- but he gave you an inch more than he gave others. He let you see him without all the makeup and dress up, and every so often, his true personality would break through and you’d get to see the real Goro Akechi.

The Goro Akechi that was essentially trapped behind the bars of his own fate, and he knew it, too.

So when you learned about his disappearance, you felt... a deep, unrestrained dread. It flooded through you and took over your mind- the grief of losing him was genuine and harmful. Yes, you loved him- you loved him as much as you could with what he gave you. But that was the end of it. Because he’s gone now, and now you can never get him back and truly learn everything there was to know about him.

That’s what should of happened, at least.

Instead, a new year begins on January 1st, and you awaken with a lighter feeling on your chest than you remember. You feel good, honestly- and the first thing you think of as you get dressed and ready for the day is how you have a coffee date with Goro.

Your beating, loving heart leads you to Le Blanc, and the world turns sideways once again.

The world... is cruel. It has been turned sideways so many times that it’s hard to tell which side was truly upright anymore. Goro is the same as before- but he isn’t, at the same time. He is unashamedly himself- which is not at all like he was before. Before, it took you months of carefully picking apart the tears in his walls to get even a glimpse of who Goro really is. And now? It’s like all that effort was either wasted or finally recognized as he becomes someone else entirely.

Nonetheless, he follows you home after everything you learn. It’s strange, but you welcome it.

The two of you seem to live together after that. And it’s very strange- because here you were, in an alternate reality with your dreams coming true just to see your friend again and simply go on a date with him. But that dream was thrown in the dirt and replaced with a new dream. A dream where you actually live with Goro, talk with him and help his injuries when he comes back from fighting against the twisted world you now live in.

You like this better than the dream that was cooked up for you. Because this is real- and that makes it so much more satisfying.

———

At night, you sleep in your room and Goro sleeps on the futon in the living room. It’s been an arrangement that’s went well the past month, but it breaks on the second of February when Goro enters your room as you’re preparing for bed.

“Is something wrong?” You ask him, because his behavior was unusual and his stance was stiff as he stands in your doorway.

“I need to tell you something,” is all he says.

You sit up in your bed, resting against the bed frame as you look toward him and his tired eyes, his stressed features that never seem to leave his face. You silently pat the bed as an invitation for him to sit beside you - and surprisingly enough, he takes the offer. He sits on the very edge of the mattress, and you notice he’s still wearing his scarf and coat from when he went to talk with Akira and Maruki.

Scooting forward just an inch, you place your hands gently on his shoulders. He jumps at first and then looks at you strangely as you tug and remove his scarf. “You probably shouldn’t sleep in your winter clothes,” you smile at him and fold the scarf, setting it on your nightstand. “But what is it that you need to tell me? Did Maruki say something?”

Goro hums, working on removing his coat and setting it gently on the floor as he thinks. “Not really. Not anything I don’t already know. We should be ready to end this now.” But there’s a far off look in his eyes that tells you that maybe - maybe - he’s not as ready as he would like to be. “Besides that, you need to know something before everything goes back to normal.”

“I’m listening.”

Goro frowns, scoffs, and then begrudgingly leans against the bed frame as you are. “I won’t be around after this is over. Chances are that I’m not even really alive- that I died awhile ago. And that will be the reality we’re going back to once we change Maruki’s heart.”

He says it so simply. Without much emotion in his voice- as if he were just stating an ordinary fact that wasn’t that interesting. You stare at him silently- and quite suddenly you remember that anguish from before.

The grief from when he died the first time. You’re not sure you can live through that again, especially after having these new memories made with Goro now.

...But you know that hesitation and sympathy isn’t what he wants.

“...I see.” You say, playing with your fingers in your lap. The detective sighs.

“You, too?” You look back up at him, seeing the agitation across his features. “You’re the same as Akira. Does my life really change anything about this?”

“You’re making a lot of assumptions even though I haven’t really said anything yet, Goro,” you frown at him with a worried twitch in your brow. “I’m going to guess that Akira’s reaction is why you’re upset in the first place.”

He’s the one who is silent this time, averting his eyes from your gaze. You lick your lip nervously as you look at him, your hands twitching- and then you slowly reach forward and grab one of his hands that sits limply at his side.

Goro’s eyes snap to you then, but he doesn’t move his hand away.

“Listen, Goro... I’m not a part of this. I’m not a Persona user- I’m just the normal standby that got mixed up in the mess. Nothing I say will change what you need to do.” You move your thumb gently across his palm as you speak. “I lived through your death once already. I know nothing I will say will change your mind, and I’m not going to try. But is it really so awful that once you’re gone, I’ll miss you?” You look back up to his eyes. “Because I will, no matter what. ...I’m going to miss you a lot, Goro.”

Goro’s mouth opens, but no words come out. The two of you just look at eachother in the silence before he closes his mouth, eyebrows twitching as his hand gently squeezes yours. “I suppose I can’t control that.”

You smile at him. “You really can’t.”

“Then, if it’s alright with you,” the detective mumbles, “I think... I’d like to sleep here. With you. For tonight.” It comes out in an awkward mess, but at least he got it out. You smile wider as you nod, and you tell him, yes, of course you can sleep here.

Even now, he still has a barrier around him as he dresses for bed and slips under the covers with you. It’s obvious that he doesn’t know how to let that barrier fully go, even in a reality where he’s allowed to be himself and be free. But you help him, just as you always have, as you turn off the lights and scoot closer to him in the darkness. Your hand finds his again and holds it tightly.

“Wake me up before you leave,” you whisper to him. He promises you that he will.

And when the early hour finally rises and Goro awakens, you’re wrapped snuggly around his body in a way he’s never experienced before. It’s warm, and even though his body might not be real, he can still feel his heart beat and his skin tingle from morning chills. And just as he promised, he wakes you up once he’s dressed and prepared himself to go.

As you lay in your bed, disoriented from sleep with your eyes droopy and your hair a mess, you look at him so adoringly as you reach up and cup his cheek. Goro can see how you’re looking at every inch of his face- you’re sleepy, yes, but you’re also aware this is the last you’ll see of him.

“Goro,” you mumble. “Kiss me.”

He does. He leans forward and bends down so he can hold your face and run fingers through your hair as he kisses you as gently as he’s able. You smile as he kisses you, and that alone makes his stomach do a flip as you pull away and look at him with those loving eyes again. Then they slowly, slowly close, and Goro lets himself watch in the silence of the morning as your body dozes off again and your hands on his shoulder and face drop down. He tucks your arms under the covers, and with one last look at you, he stands back up and leaves your apartment.

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