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nooowestayandgetcaught · 4 months

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FLASH FICTION FRIDAY (MASTERPOST)

How exciting! I did every Friday for all of 2023!

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WEEK 1 -- Set The Stage (Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, Stranger Things (TV 2016), T-rating, 504 words)

There's only a couple more hours until opening night starts. And everything's ruined.

WEEK 2 -- Birth Of A Star (Sansa Stark/Ygritte, Game of Thrones & ASOIAF, G-rating, 365 words)

Ygritte longs to steal a maiden’s kiss.

WEEK 3 -- Fine By Me (Raul Cocolotl & Kat Elliot, Wendell & Wild (2022), No Rating, 417 words)

Raúl hears a terrified scream in Sister Helley's classroom and comes running.

WEEK 4 -- Pure Imagination (Artemis Crock/Dick Grayson/Wally West, Young Justice (Cartoon), T-rating, 459 words)

It's good to have their boyfriend-not-boyfriend finally home.

WEEK 5 -- Where Secrets Lie // First Light (Charlie Bradbury/Gilda, Supernatural (TV 2005), T-rating, 600 words)

Charlie abandons what remains of a normal life in search of the one she loves—a good fairy.

WEEK 6 -- Who Are You // Eclipse (Korra/Asami Sato, Avatar: Legend of Korra, M-rating, 700 words)

Asami loses Korra inside the Fog of Souls. She must get her back.

WEEK 7 -- Trapped In The Dark // Earthshine (Kim Possible/Shego, Kim Possible (Cartoon), T-rating, 700 words)

"Come on out, Kimmy… let's finish this."

WEEK 8 -- You're Not Alone // Nuclear Cluster (Faith Lehane/Buffy Summers, Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV), E-rating, 1000 words)

Faith accidentally gets sent to another version of Sunnydale. A really messed up Sunnydale.

WEEK 9 -- Sea & Sun (Valerie Frizzle & Ms. Frizzle's Class, Dorothy Ann & Wanda & Arnold & Ralphie & Carlos & Keesha & Tim, Magic School Bus, G-rating, 765 words)

It's a never a normal field trip with Ms. Frizzle. This time, and to everyone's excitement, they head to the beach!

WEEK 10 -- Celestial Bodies (Baelfire | Neal Cassidy/Captain Hook | Killian Jones, Once Upon a Time, No Rating, 603 words)

In their final moments, Neal decides to reconcile with an old friend.

WEEK 11 -- Tree Of Life (Eris | Discordia/Bia, Eris | Discordia/Hesperides, Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, M-rating, 300 words)

Eris steals a golden apple, intending to disrupt one of the weddings happening on Olympus. Someone disrupts her.

WEEK 12 -- Filled With Clarity (Derek/Odette, Swan Princess (1994), G-rating, 564 words)

While they're still young, Derek realizes Odette is not what she seems.

WEEK 13 -- Deep End (Damian Wayne & Colin Wilkes, Damian Wayne/Colin Wilkes, Batman Comics, T-rating, 256 words)

As much as Colin would like to think this was forever, he wasn’t dumb—Robin wouldn’t need him eventually.

WEEK 14 -- Cold Object (Diedrich/Vincent Phantomhive, Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler, M-rating, 1123 words)

"Mine at last. Just like I have always wanted."

WEEK 15 -- -Against The Flow (Matsuoka Gou/Mikoshiba Isuzu, Free!, G-rating, 324 words)

Muscles. Men. Meetings with the Iwatobi Swim Club. That's all Gou is supposed to care about.

WEEK 16 -- An Eternal Summer (Jane Bennet/Charles Bingley, Pride and Prejudice (2005), No Rating, 448 words)

Mr Bingley refuses to leave Jane's side long while she's ill.

WEEK 17 -- What Comes Next (Kaneda Shoutarou/Shima Tetsuo, Akira (Anime & Manga), M-rating, 793 words)

When their enemies get the jump on them, It's his turn to save Kaneda.

WEEK 18 -- Didn't Mean It (Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III & Toothless, How to Train Your Dragon (Movies), T-rating, 423 words)

Hiccup doesn't want Toothless to think Hiccup is mad at him. Even if the workshop nearly got set on fire.

WEEK 19 -- How Far We've Come (Søstre | Sisters/Prinsesse | Princess/Prins | Prince, Den lille Havfrue | The Little Mermaid - Hans Christian Andersen, E-rating, 576 words)

Because of the prince and his princess, her sister no longer lives. This cannot be.

WEEK 20 -- Comedian's Night (Dick Grayson | Robin/Red X, Teen Titans Animated Series, T-rating, 987 words)

Robin investigates trouble in Jump City's local performing arts center and gets the unlikeliest backup.

WEEK 21 -- The Devil You Forgot (Coraline Jones/Wybie Lovat, Coraline (2009), No Rating, 1489 words)

Eleven years later, Wybie and Coraline return to the Pink Palace Apartments, unlocking their memories.

WEEK 22 -- Yes, Sir!! (Starlight & Sweetheart & Melody & Bright Eyes & Patch & Clover & Bon Bon, My Little Pony Generation 1.5: Tales (Cartoon 1992), G-rating, 339 words)

Sweetheart never learned to roller skate. The other ponies teach her and encourage Sweetheart to overcome her fear.

WEEK 23 -- All The King's Horses And All The King's Men (Ygraine de Bois/Nimueh, BBC Merlin, M-rating, 472 words)

On the eve of King Uther's long-awaited marriage ceremony, Nimueh convinces her lover to flee.

WEEK 24 -- Where The Flowers Grow (Higa Hiromi | Shadow/Oka Shokichi, SK8 the Infinity (Anime), T-rating, 566 words)

In the middle of his break, Hiromi gets an unexpected visit from Manager Oka.

WEEK 25 -- Sink Or Swim (OceanGate Titan Submersible, RMS Titanic, Logitech F710 Wireless Gamepad, Mysterious Banging Noises Coming at 30 Minute Intervals, Angry Spirits of the Working Class Poor on the RMS Titanic, Yacht-Destroying Orcas, Ever Given Container Ship, Titanic 1997's Director James Cameron's Evil Twin, Metal-Eating Bacteria in the Atlantic Ocean, US Coast Guard, OceanGate - Fandom, No Rating, 589 words)

Alright… who did it? Who went ahead and broke it?"

WEEK 26 -- Can We Kiss? (Daisy Duck/Minnie Mouse, Mickey Mouse and Friends, G-rating, 241 words)

For 'What Makes You Happy! Day… Minnie would like to ask Daisy something.

WEEK 27 -- Reporting The Scoop (Kururugi Suzaku/Lelouch Lamperouge | Lelouch vi Britannia, Kururugi Suzaku & Lelouch Lamperouge | Lelouch vi Britannia, Code Geass, T-rating, 1631 words)

Lelouch exposes Suzaku's bullies to the entirety of Ashford Academy without Suzaku's knowledge. It doesn't go over well.

WEEK 28 -- On The Edge (Julie Grigio/R, Warm Bodies (2013), No Rating, 493 words)

While bleeding out, Julie asks R to do something unthinkable for R. But he will. For her.

WEEK 29 -- The Sand Ocean (Kiba/Tsuma/Cheza, Wolf's Rain (Anime), M-rating, 999 words)

After a narrow escape, Kiba lets his pack rest before their journey begins again.

WEEK 30 -- An Old Friend (Margot Robbie's Barbie/J. Robert Oppenheimer, Barbie (2023) & Oppenheimer (2023) Crossover, T-rating, 1037 words)

Oppenheimer remembers Toni's little doll when she was fifteen. But never how remarkable it was.

WEEK 31 -- Gotta Go Fast (Daria Morgendorffer, Jane Lane, Jodie Landon, Michael "Mack" Mackenzie & Brittany Taylor, Kevin Thompson, Angela L, Daria (Cartoon), No Rating, 390 words)

The reception hall for Lawndale High's senior prom has a 24 hour go-kart track across the street. Pandemonium starts.

WEEK 32 -- Ten Years Later (Rafe McCawley/Danny Walker, Pearl Harbor (2001), M-rating, 1544 words)

In the middle of the night, Danny comes to Rafe. Once when they're kids and once before Rafe leaves for England.

WEEK 33 -- Broken Mirror (Princess Bubblegum/Marceline, Adventure Time, G-rating, 458 words)

Marceline accidentally knocks over Bonnibel's newest invention while cooking spaghetti.

WEEK 34 -- Mall At Night (Gregory & Wirt, Over the Garden Wall (Cartoon & Comics), No Rating, 1104 words)

Wirt and Greg end up accidentally locked inside after closing hours.

WEEK 35 -- Found Family (Ellie & Joel, The Last of Us (TV & Video Game), T-rating, 774 words)

"I can't believe you're in prison."

WEEK 36 -- Portal Fiction (Non-magical Fionna-world Marshall Lee/Gary Prince, Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake, (Cartoon 2023), E-rating, 1297 words)

Fionna goes missing. Marshall Lee and Gary finally meet and theorize about where she's gone… while in bed.

WEEK 37 -- How Do You Use 'It'? (Cornelius/Thumbelina, Thumbelina (1994), G-rating, 579 words)

During a journey in the nightfall, Cornelius encourages Thumbelina to inquire about their world and ride his pet bumblebee.

WEEK 38 -- Under The Night Sky (Chris Washington, Rod Williams, Get Out (2017), No Rating, 355 words)

"What the hell did I tell you, man?"

WEEK 39 -- Blood Is Thicker Than Water (D. J. Tanner & Stephanie Tanner, D. J. Tanner & Michelle Tanner, Kimmy Gibbler & D. J. Tanner, Full House (US TV), M-rating, 1151 words)

Stephanie ends up in the car accident with Gia when D. J. doesn't stop her from leaving. Nobody survives.

WEEK 40 -- Spine In A Twist (Cassia/Milo/Atticus, Pompeii (2014), No Rating, 944 words)

As everything ends, Milo finds comfort in the two living souls he belongs to.

WEEK 41 -- An Empty Grave (Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion, The Witcher (TV), T-rating, 1016 words)

Geralt barely survives against Vilgefortz. Jaskier looks after his recovery in Brokilon, washing Geralt's wounds and despairing.

WEEK 42 -- By Candlelight (Jet Black & Ed & Ein & Spike Spiegel & Faye Valentine, Ed & Ein, Cowboy Bebop (Anime), No Rating, 1136 words)

A group of lousy ship-jackers end up on the Bebop. They're screwed.

WEEK 43 -- Torn Veil (Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Hannibal (TV), E-rating, 1074 words)

"Chasing shadows in the middle of the night, Will?"

WEEK 44 -- I Can't Tell (Dimitri/Anya | Anastasia Romanov, Anastasia (1997), G-rating, 821 words)

Anya slips on an icy patch of road on their way to Paris and hits her head. The dreams afterward feel familiar.

WEEK 45 -- By Any Other Name (Lottie Turner/Etheldreda Bloodworth, Harry Potter: Magic Awakened (Video Game), T-rating, 200 words)

A rose is a rose, and Etheldreda feels something blossoming once again in her heart… if she had as such.

WEEK 46 -- Sand Of Time (Obi-Wan Kenobi & Leia Organa & Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa & Luke Skywalker, Star Wars: Obi-Wan Kenobi (TV), No Rating, 814 words)

Out of the middle of the Jutland Wastes, on Tatooine, Leia and Luke happen to meet.

WEEK 47 -- A Form Of Distraction (Peeta Mellark/Finnick Odair, The Hunger Games, M-rating, 1640 words)

With tensions rising, Finnick decides to get Peeta alone for a little bit.

WEEK 48 -- Nebulous Roads (Alphonse Elric & Edward Elric, Edward Elric & Alfons Heiderich, Fullmetal Alchemist (2003), T-rating, 630 words)

Edward nearly runs over the man who holds a resemblance to his younger brother. Meanwhile, Alphonse wakes up.

WEEK 49 -- Fool Me Once (Asha/Star, Disney's Wish (2023), G-rating, 300 words)

Asha discovers the little star from the heavens she wished on… is actually a boy.

WEEK 50 -- A Promise To Break (Hakoda/Zuko, Avatar: the Last Airbender, E-rating, 1622 words)

Hakoda expects a diplomatic visit from the Firelord may mend some broken ties between their nations. Perhaps foolishly so.

WEEK 51 -- Among Any Option (Madeline Usher/Verna, The Fall of the House of Usher (TV 2023), T-rating, 100 words)

"What do you think, Madeline? Hmm? A kiss or a kill?"

WEEK 52 -- Imperfect Sign (Felix Catton/Oliver Quick, Saltburn (2023), M-rating, 587 words)

Instead of leaving when he poisons Felix, Oliver stays.

#flash fiction friday

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cookingforsatoru · 1 year

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Lily of the Valley p. #3

"you know y/n, you and rindou shouldn't let your pride step over your relationship. if you two really love each other you two would be BOTH understandings. not just you, not just him."

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it's been days, weeks, months, missing rindou.

you came back into your apartment (where you and rindou lives) you can't stand your neighbors back there cause they're always drinking and they're all boys, even though the apartment is pretty.

you came back to your house 2 weeks ago, right now you just woke up and heard the door opening... I mean you're alone. who could that be?

"Who the fu- oh."

your eyes widened as you saw rindou drunk, smelling like alcohol, and having blood stains on his white polo shirt and on his face.

"Hhey, bBAbe!" rindou said walking towards you.

you actually didn't know what to do. would you take care of him? would you leave? SHOULD you cry? no. I guess...

"Rin, be careful. have a bath and I'll prepare some food for you."

you said while slowly supporting his walks since he's dizzy.

"I will beAt the HEll of that MatsUNO GUy! YoU Are MinE!"

...

speechless, you didn't think that he would say that since he's the one who's acting all shitty for the past months.

'i can't decide what's wrong, what's right, which way should I go?'

you thought.

if only you knew what your heart's tellin' you.

"I swear yn, I'm still trying, I'm still missin' you, I'm still worried, every night. baby. I did you wrong, princess. but trust me I love you, so freakin' much." he said while slowly dozing off.

you didn't know if should you trust him?

' with every word he says, I'm falling in.'

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you didn't get to wake up early since you have taken care of rindou yesterday because he was so drunk. you woke up with a blanket, checked if he was there with you, and no. he's not.

probably left.

but you heard someone cooking, you can smell your favorite breakfast, cheese & ham sandwich.

"rin? you're cooking?"

"am I not supposed to? since you're the one who had taken care of me yesterday."

"Well, you didn't have to cook for me."

"m' still your boyfriend, yn."

"oh"

"what do you mean by "oh""

"Nothing, just thought you replaced me."

"don't know either, really missed you these past few months, babe. can't even talk to other girls"

"Who said you can't talk to other girls?"

"don't want you to overthink"

"Why do you care? you're the one who made me feel miserable, y'know?"

"you're the one I've been dreaming, missing, worrying about, the one I'm still addicted to and crazy. how can I fucking not care? I know we had a long fight, baby. but that doesn't change the love I feel for you"

he had tears in his eyes...

why?

why is he like this all of the sudden?

you, feeling guilty.

maybe you're really the problem.

not him

or he's gaslighting you?...

you don't know.

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sorry, this took too long! 'm really just busy!!! :<<

#lotv #lily of the valley #tokyo revengers #tokyorevengers x reader #ran haitani #rindou haitani #chifuyu matsuno

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beantothemax · 9 months

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Cold, empty darkness.

Never before did Akechi find the bareness of his apartment so oppressive and unfeeling, but it was a feeling he hated.

So, he turned on a few lamps and the TV, and tried to distract himself by boiling some water for tea. Maybe that would help set his nerves back in order.

His stream of thoughts were interrupted by a harsh knocking on the door- if one could even call it that. It sounded more like panicked banging.

Akechi opened it, and his stomach twisted at what he saw.

Ryuji Sakamoto, beaten, bruised and bloody, clutching his hairline (Akechi forced back rage when he saw the blood seeping through Ryuji’s hair).

Ryuji keeled forward, and Akechi caught him with ease, worry and fury and a million different emotions swirling through him as he listened to the words falling on his ringing ears.

“‘M sorry for bangin’ yer door down... I didn’t... know where else to go...” Ryuji mumbled, and Akechi knew the truth behind his words. These wounds looked sickeningly fresh, as though someone (or someones) had beaten him up within the hour and left him in the cold. Chances were that Akechi’s apartment was the closest building where he knew he’d get help,

The thought of Ryuji being left for dead simply brought more rage bubbling to the surface, though he bit it back in favour of asking the question that made his voice go soft and the concern overtake the anger.

“Who did this to you?” Ryuji rested his head on Akechi’s shoulder, breathing ragged. “...don’t know their names... They were ruthless, though, man... Barely managed to keep my wallet... prolly’ ‘cause they thought I was... too much trouble.”

Akechi resisted the urge to press a soothing kiss to the back of Ryuji’s neck, instead helping him stand upright and into the apartment.

Once inside, Akechi sat Ryuji down on his bed, and ordered him to stay put while he fetched first-aid supplies from the bathroom. When he returned, Ryuji was zoned out, staring at a picture.

A picture of the two of them, the first time they’d hung out without being at each other’s throats. Ryuji’s smile was broad as ever, while Akechi’s, though not uncomfortable by any means, was more shy. His real smiles were reserved for Ryuji and Akira, and those two alone.

Akechi knelt in front of Ryuji, gently moving his head to the other side so he could clean up the bruises and cuts that littered his face. Ryuji decided to speak then, and Akechi listened with rapt attention.

“...You only smile ‘round Kira n’ I... Why’s that...?” He asked, and Akechi found himself contemplating the answer. Why was it that his smiles, full of mirth and joy and all things he had been denied nearly his whole life, were only brought forth around Ryuji and Akira? “...You both make me happy,” he finally said, both satisfied with his answer and feeling oddly empty at it. It was so, so much more than that... Not that he could place what it was. At least, it was with Ryuji. It was complex and mysterious and wonderful. It made him want more.

He finished dressing Ryuji’s wounds, and scrounged around in his dresser before presenting the boy with a white shirt and grey sweatpants. “To change into,” he explained upon seeing Ryuji’s confused expression.

When that adorable confused-puppy look didn’t leave, Akechi elaborated. “If you think I’m letting you traipse around in your state, you’re sorely mistaken. You’re staying here tonight, possibly tomorrow night too, depending on how you’re recovering.”

Ryuji took the clothes and disappeared into the bathroom, murmuring a ‘thank you’.

The rest of the night was a blur, between Akechi internally freaking out at how fucking good Ryuji looked in his clothes, and internally freaking out again as they shared a bed (and as Ryuji cuddled up to him). Akechi didn’t even remember falling asleep, but he remembered something else before he did.

That cold, empty darkness was transformed.

What once was terrifying and chilling was now welcoming and inviting.

Warm, shared darkness in the depths of his bedroom, two bodies sleeping close.

omg…. ‘I didn’t know where else to go’ ‘who hurt you’………. the prompt ever….

MAV I THINK YOU SHIPPING RYUGORO LIKE. AWAKENED SOMETHING INSIDE YOU BECAUSE ALL OF THESE HAVE BEEN AMAZING!!!!! (not saying that as in like. your other fics haven’t been good! because they have! abd they are!) BUT STILL AAAAAAAAA

akechi talking about how he only smiles around akira and ryuji because they maje him happy!!!!! akechi internally freaking out over how ryuji looks good in his clothes!!!!!!!!!!! these two live in my brain rent-free now thanks to you/pos

#asks #bewilderedgrace #inbox fic

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whatwouldvalerydo · 2 years

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Carnage Circus 🔥

Chapter 15/? - Keeping you

What can you do when the fates are all against you?

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“Don’t you dare touch me.” Talia’s eyes circled the crew, the sting in her arm from the cut almost inexistent above the adrenaline rushing through her. Glancing at Akira her eyes lowered instantly as she took another step back.

The darkness around the director became more visible, now only a slight portion of his face being seen, however she saw them, those eyes that would never leave her form.

“Go.” He ordered everyone except her, the crew leaving them alone, none of them looking her way “Now, come here Talia.”

She shook her head as she stepped forward, her trying to resist his command “No. You’ve done enough.” Raising her hands, she tried covering herself up as well as her wound “You never miss.” Anger, disgust then far too many emotions flashed across her face like lightning “You never miss!” she yelled at him feeling the grasp of his force dimming.

“That’s because I never had in front of me someone I cared for.” He spoke slowly, far lower and deeper than she ever heard him utter, voice reverberating around her just like the darkness threatening to engulf not just him but also her.

Inhaling, the sound of the air hitting her lungs hurt her ears, everything as if falling out of existence, all apart from them “I’m scared. It feels like I’m dying.” Extending her hand out to him, the tremor in her limbs refused to subside “I don’t want to die.”

The darkness retreated from her, Akira taking a step back, yet refused to speak, refused to touch her. He gestured with his head for her to get to walking, Talia shaking her head once more. A low growl accompanied by an undiscernible whisper reached her ears, Akira suddenly springing forward, grabbing her wrist and pulling her across the tent, back to the camping area and to her caravan.

Pushing her inside, he stopped to look at her, eyes lingering on the blood painting her skin. Her gaze rose, Akira feeling her stare upon him wondering since when had she had such audacity. Has he missed it? Talia extended her hand once more, him taking his gloves off as he reached out to her, a whisper catching his attention.

He squinted his eyes as he heard the word “monster” travelling through the air.

Looking around he saw no one on the terrain, however he pulled back from Talia, instead grabbing her by arm, pulling her to her feet “Don’t, no, I have done what you wanted.”

“This isn’t for me.” Pushing her inside the cage, more words could be heard.

Beast.

Vengeful.

Cruel.

Loveless.

Sitting up, Talia pressed her hands against his chest “Don’t, I have a bad feeling about this. Shut them down, please.”

The words kept repeating, some further apart, some so close he swore someone was whispering in his ears. His name on her lips became distant, rage filling him up with each syllable uttered. Grabbing her face, he spoke softly, the grip on her loosening after a moment “Stay here, I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

Locking her glass cage, Talia banged on the surface, Akira ignoring her as he walked outside of her caravan. His dark eyes picked up movement on both his left and right, the words from before now clear against his ear drums “I may not be able to kill you, but I can still inflict pain.”

Oliver dipped his head as he greeted the director “Oh Akira, why always so rude. You should really learn some manners. Like for example closing a door on a lady’s chambers.”

Akira’s smug face feel as he slowly turned around seeing the door to Talia’s caravan closing “No.”

Victoria approached Oliver, her eyes never leaving Akira’s form “Don’t worry, we’ll take good care of her for you.”

Inside the caravan Talia froze when she saw Talbott emerging from behind her changing paravane, mind going immediately to Orion. The detective closed the door, blocking it with a chair for extra measure before turning to her “We don’t have much time, do you know where the key is?”

“No, it’s never here. What do you think you’re doing?”

Looking at her, he reached for his gun “Saving you from this mad man.” Talia breathed in once, eyes widening in horror “Move, I’ll shoot the lock.”

She moved more out of instinct as the doorknob rattled, Akira’s voice being heard from behind the door “If you touch her detective, you’re dead.”

“Yeah, I know.” Shooting, Talia covered her ears, Akira pushing himself against the door, a second bullet destroying the lock, Talbott opening the cage, pulling the fire tamer against his chest.

She felt the world around her as if it was about to collapse, darkness seeping inside the small place, Akira pounding against the door making her close her eyes as she could have sworn her sanity was escaping her mind. Bursting through the mediocre barricade Akira walked inside to meet Talbott’s gun as the rest of his crew gathered upon hearing the commotion “Let her go detective, you’re playing a dangerous game.”

A shot was heard, Akira being pushed back a step as he gasped. Opening her eyes, Talia looked at him pressing a hand against his shoulder, blood painting his fingers.

Siobhan ran closer, Reuben grabbing her, preventing her from approaching “Don’t! Don’t kill him.” Seeing as the detective refused to lower his weapon, she turned her eyes to Oliver “You traitor, you promised me.”

The former director only smiled as he pulled Victoria closer to him, eyes never leaving the small window from the caravan. Akira took a step forward, Talia struggling against Talbott’s grasp “Are you crazy?”

“Stay here.” His hand remained in the perfect position, not wavering, not shaking “You might be the key, but without him in the picture, you will be free.” As Akira approached further, Talbott shot a bullet in his leg, Akira groaning in pain “Next fire will be fatal if you don’t call this off.”

“It’s not up to me.” Akira hissed through his teeth.

Talbott’s hand straightened, Talia following the motion of it “I don’t care about your mumbo jumbo.” Being against him she felt his muscles tense before beginning to relax. Pushing him, the gun fired in the air, missing the target, Talbott’s body hitting against Talia’s vanity mirror. Darkness surrounded them, whispers from each corner calling out to them.

Another shot was fired, Talbott’s eyes going wide. Talia looked over her shoulder as she took the gun, throwing it on the floor. The detective’s hand snaked around her waist, the other pressing against her stomach, her lungs exhaling slowly as the pain from the pressure settled.

Akira approached as fast as he could as Talbott kneeled with her on the floor, his hands cupping her face before he finally dared to look down, eventually meeting the eyes of the detective “I didn’t… she…the gun was loaded…”

“What have you done?” he was about to retaliate, almost pulling away when he felt a hand upon his. Talia grasped it, eyes trying to focus as pain started to radiate.

Without a word, Talbott lifted her in his arms, stepping away and out of the caravan.

The voices outside came to a hush as Talia was carried away from the camping area, Akira limping outside of her caravan, Oliver coming in his view. Taking out a knife he pocketed, he sliced through tender flesh, the former director only shaking his head “Not much good that will do you. He’s taking her away Akira.”

Reuben stepped next to Akira ready to go on his command, Akira stopping him “No, I can’t save her here. I…” he felt the words constricting his throat as he watched her, Talia looking back at him as she was being carried further and further away.

“Akira, she can’t cross the threshold.”

Akira once again commander Reuben to stand down as he took a few steps, hand running through his hair. Closing his eyes, he lifted his face towards the sky uttering “Talia Crane, I hereby free you.”

Behind him, her caravan came undone, crumbling to shambles, Oliver coming to whisper in Akira’s ear “How does it feel to have it happen to you?”

#akira crane #talia crane #circus au #carnage circus #fanfiction #fanfic #fiction #hphm #talbott winger #hphm talbott #hogwarts mystery talbott #siobhan llewelyn #reuben willows #hphl

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gentlemanthiief · 7 months

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from @epitomees :

🌲(from Makoto because this can only go so well)

Spooky Autumn Prompts || accepting

🌲 Get lost in the woods at night

Consciousness ebbed and flowed like a rising tide until Akira found himself staring at empty branches spiderwebbing across a dark clouded sky.

The ground was cold beneath him, bumpy and uneven. He flexed his shoulders to arch his spine off the hard earth and heard the crunch of dead leaves as he shifted. Groaning, he picked himself up, propping up on his elbows and glancing around the clearing, and found he was not alone.

❝ M-Makoto ? ❞ she lie there prone beside him, eyes closed. Startled, Akira scrambled onto his hands and knees and crawled to her, immediately tapping her cheek and shaking her shoulder. ❝ Hey, Makoto -- are you okay ? Makoto !! ❞

When there was no response, Akira dipped his head down to press his ear against her chest. He could still hear her heartbeat underneath the gentle rasp of breathing. Relief flooded through him, and once more he called out to her as he picked his head back up and took her face in his hands. ❝ Can you hear me . . ? ❞

#epitomees #beneath the mask { ic }#request received { answered }#fought it out in the debris ; now we know that life will change { the thief }#{ canon ; p5r }#{ spooky szn threads }#// i literally could not think of anything else besides the classic wake up in the woods with no memory of how you got there trope.#// which is fine i mean there's a lot we can do with that XD #// unless we wanted to go with something more along the lines of #// you are walking in the woods #// there's no one around and your phone is dead #// out of the corner of your eye you spot him --

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zerotwoswaifuu · 3 years

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Roadside Assistance

𝔻𝕖𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕤𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖—𝔻𝕖𝕟𝕜𝕚 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: Your car breaks down on the way home from a friend’s house, forcing you to call roadside assistance. He does more than fix your car, however. Will you make it home at a decent time-- or at all?

𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚: This is my contribution to @cyancherub wheel of misfortune kinktober collaboration! A huge thank you to her for inviting me to take part! I spun the prompts-- masochist & car breaks down. 7.9k words

𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙏𝙒: Horror fic-- graphic imagery, mentions of anxiety, descriptions of death, serial killing, and gore, betrayal, ignoring red flags, use of a weapon-- blade, explicit photography: post-mortem, revoked consent?, strangulation

𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒 𝙏𝙒: Heavy bondage, teasing, edging, biting/bruising/marking, fingering, masochism, oral sex (m and f receiving), cum swallowing/eating, head forcing, doggy, overstimulation, nipple play, consent revoked(?), creampie, cum as lube, nonconsensual knife play

𝔽𝕌𝕃𝕃 𝕋𝔼𝕏𝕋

Running, she’s running for her life. Down a never ending hallway, did she escape him? She turns a corner, smack. Her final moments were running for a life she wouldn’t keep. Switch to her lifeless body being dragged into a room, her final resting place. Her blood leaves a carmine trail, plagued with the footsteps of her executioner. Sinister laughter amplifies. Darkness. Credits.

Your heart is pounding. As an avid lucid dreamer with a fear of running from the unknown, this movie was particularly chilling. You throw in the towel.

“I’m gonna head home and watch a few hours of the Discovery Channel, in an attempt to sleep tonight.” you say, turning to your best friend, Akira. It is mid-October, the usual time for your yearly scary movie marathon. It also just so happens to be Friday the 13th. Each year, the two of you go on binges of different scary movies, in hopes of finding a unique Halloween costume idea. Though you chose the costumes for this year early, the marathon carries on. Today, however, you’ve reached your limit.

You stand up from the couch and stretch. Akira turns on the side table lamp, so that you can gather your things.

“Fun as always, I’m extra pumped for Halloween this year. Especially now that you’re in a new complex that actually hosts events.” you say, feeling proud of your long-time best friend. Up until recently, Akira was living with her parents until she finished college. After an incident her freshman year forced her to live off campus. This past May, she graduated and was offered a job a few towns over. She conquered her fear of being alone and moved into this beautiful new complex to begin her life, you couldn’t be prouder.

“I am too.” Akira says with a smile.

You slip on your shoes and make your way to the door. It’s around 8:30pm, and when you open the door you are welcomed by a cool breeze and the sound of drying leaves scraping the sidewalks as they’re pushed by the wind.

“I will text you when I get home!” you say. Crossing the threshold of her exitway.

“Okay! Be Safe. I’ll text you later after I check the mail and let you know if either of our costumes came in yet!” she excitedly reminds you of the pending delivery.

“Sounds good! Later.” you turn to trek to your car. Hearing the subtle click of the door closing and locking behind you.

Daylight savings time has not ended yet, so the evening sun is just beginning to set, filling the sky with a mural of magenta, orange, violet, and fading traces of cerulean. The view helps calm your nerves slightly as you make your way to your car. Once you reach your car, you grab the handle and press the small unlock button, allowing you to settle into your car, and escape the lowering fall temperatures.

You start your car and connect to the GPS. Since this is only your 2nd time visiting Akira, you still need directions on your 35 minute drive back to your own complex. You enter your address and begin the trip home. Once you hit the highway, a notification pops up on your GPS, alerting you of an upcoming accident. The GPS suggests an alternate route, saving you an additional 20-25 minutes. You accept, ready to shower and relax.

You get off at the directed exit, and make a turn. As you are heading down the backroad, the GPS abruptly directs you to turn. You oblige, turning at the closest available opening. You continue to drive, the lights of the town fading behind you as the sun in front of you bids its final goodbyes. The new darkness has your other senses heightened. You realize, the car is bumping and swaying. The tink and crunch sounds beneath your tires, small rocks hitting the metal undercarriage-- the paved road has turned to gravel and dirt.

You must’ve zoned out, because looking to your left, an eerie cornfield, with stalks challenging the height of your car. To your right, a wooded area-- Tall, thick trees and brush. No houses or streetlights, only indications of you being alone. A white sign catches your eye to the left. As you drive, you can only make out the bold, auburn ‘DO NOT ENTER’. Looking away from the contrasting white sign, your eyes adjust and you’re able to see barbed wire coiled and taunting, lining the right side of the road, as if to keep you out of the sinister forest. A chill creeps down your spine-- you do not know the area well enough to turn back around, and your GPS, while still guiding you, has gone offline and can’t reroute you.

“Or to keep something in…” you think to yourself. The anxiousness from earlier plagues your body. Goosebumps litter your skin, your palms are sweating, knuckles white gripping the steering wheel. Then you notice it, a break in the barbed wire. Not a clean break, no. Someone or something snapped it. That’s the last straw.

You floor it. Looking at the GPS, there are 7 miles left on this road, approximately 4 minutes left. You decide to speed up the process. You are pushing the pedal to the floor board, scooting forward in your seat, as if you can force it further down. Your speedometer easily brushes past 20,30,40 mph. Your heart is racing, anxious to break the threshold and finally depart from this situation.

You hear a loud noise come from the engine bay. Abruptly, the tiny red needle of your speedometer halts its climb-- 40, 30...0. Your car comes to a stop. As if in shock, you sit there, processing the series of events. Your hands still gorilla gripped to the steering wheel, your mouth hanging open. As if taunting you, your headlights flicker a few times, before dimming and dying out.

“Fuck me” you sigh, exasperated. You smack your hands on the steering wheel. You get your phone out of the dashboard mount. Swiping from the upper right corner to check your percentage -- 56%.

“At least my phone isn’t dead.” you murmur to yourself. You reach into your bag, and feel around for your wallet. Once you have it in your grasp, you pull it out and open it, finding the AAA card in one of the slots, and scanning the back. You dial the number. They pick up and ask you your card information and ask a few questions about your location. Though you don’t know where you are, you are able to send a location ping to the driver.

“What seems to be the problem with your car?” the technician asks you. You explain what happened, but inform them that you’re not exactly sure of the problem.

“Are you in a safe location to pop your hood and check a few things for me?” he asks. You don’t exactly know if you'd classify this as a safe location, but you want to be as specific and helpful as possible.

“Sure” you reply, less than enthusiastic. You tuck the phone under your bra strap, so that it rests on your shoulder and you open the door. The breeze has died down a bit, but it is still somewhat cool. You lean down, and pull the small lever to pop the hood, and make your way to the front of the car. Since it’s dark, you have a bit of trouble feeling for the latch to let you lift the hood, but you eventually find it, pulling the rod and placing it in the hole to prop the hood up.

As you are looking at the engine bay, you think you see something move out of the corner of your eye. You look, but see nothing and continue to examine the engine bay. The wind is still miniscule, however you hear rustling in the distance, coming from the woods.

“Is there anything else you need me to check?” you ask the technician, nervous and ready to find sanction inside your vehicle. He asks you to check one more thing, but as you are looking for it, you hear a snap, almost like a twig, coming from the cornfield, followed by rustling and crunching of withered autumn leaves. You make your way back into your car, completely disregarding the hood still being open, and lock the doors behind you.

“Yes, it looks fine.” you lie, having not even located what he asked you too. He finishes writing the report and quotes an estimated 75 minute wait time, due to your remote and non-exact location. You thank him, and hang up the phone. You notice that that phone call consumed another 6% of your battery life. Since the problem is more than likely your battery, and the car is dead, you don’t have the radio to keep you company. You decide to check your social media.

The first app you click on, is a news app, the headline story catches your eye. ‘Another 2 Bodies Found-- more bite marks, hands bound, and 2 different yet familiar symbols carved into their backs. This brings the total to 5 bodies each, all having similar profiles: Females age 20-25.’ You scroll a bit further down and see pictures of the symbols— one of them is a linear ‘S’ and the other looks like some sort of lightning symbol. You’ve had enough.. you close out the app, not wanting to further your panicked state.

You quickly check your other social media, which prove--as usual-- to be dry as fuck. You do have one social media that you’ve developed a bit of a following on. ‘Rumblr’, is an app you use as a diary/ escape from the harness of real life. Especially projecting your obsession with 2D men. You open the app, and check the few notifications you have from your fellow horny followers about a recent post you made. As you finish responding to a mutual, you notice a bright reflection of headlights in your rearview mirror. You squint your eyes, as the contrast of the yellow tinged brightness is harsh against the darkness you’ve sat in for the past few minutes. Wait-- a few minutes?

“I couldn’t have made that call more than 15 minutes ago, fast service.” You mutter to yourself. You shrug it off, really just glad someone is here to fix your problem, and allow you to go on about your trip back to the salvation of your bed. The lights dim and turn off, allowing you to see the truck. The truck is a big, white, older looking truck, with writing on the side. You can’t make out what it says, due to either the darkness or it being faded, but you pay that no mind.

You ponder whether or not you should get out of the car and go greet the technician, but ultimately decide against it. The last time you got out of the car, you didn’t necessarily have a great experience. You hear a car door slam and you look again into the side mirror, though you can’t see well, you make out a tall, nice framed man. He isn’t wearing the stereotypical “mechanic wear”, instead sporting a black hoodie with black sweatpants.

‘This is clearly after hours for him’ you think to yourself, knowing you also wouldn’t bother with a uniform at this hour. An entire mood. A soft knock on your window pulls you out of your head. You know that the car has no power, so you open your driver side door. The man steps back to allow you to fully open the door, giving you space to step out. You stand up, shivering at the cool air, and look at your savior. Stunned.

He has gorgeous blonde hair, with a strange yet cute black zigzag towards the front on one side. He can’t be any older than 25, with an extremely nice and slender fit build. He’s 6’0 minimum, and as you scan his body up to his face, you’re caught off guard once more by his soft eyes. With only the moon barely illuminating his face, his irises appear to glow an encapsulating auric gold, matching his golden hued hair. You can’t look away.

“What seems to be the issue?” he asks, interrupting your trance.

“I’m not really sure, I was heading home, but took an alternate route. When I got to the dirt road, I panicked a bit and floored it. I heard a pop and the car slowed to a stop and shut off.” you explain. He asks a few more questions, similar to the technician on the phone earlier.

“I see… Can I take a look under your hood?” he asks, tilting his head at your already propped up hood.

‘He can look under anything he wants’ you think to yourself, nodding at him. He rounds the front of the car, and begins to look under your hood. You follow, and stand beside him, still giving him enough space to look, especially because you can’t offer assistance, so you don’t want to be in the way.

“I think it is a battery issue. I think maybe some gravel made its way into your engine bay, and dislodged something under the battery, causing the cables to disconnect. I can hook it back up and charge the battery a bit. You can go wait in my truck while I get that started.” he says to you confidently with a smile.

‘Fangs?!?!’ you think to yourself. You notice his sharp canines, which seem to be longer than the rest of his perfectly white, aligned smile. You don’t know if you’ve ever seen a more perfect man.

“Okay, umm would you mind starting it? It’s a bit chilly.” you ask, beginning to walk toward the truck.

“Oh of course.” he follows you, opening the passenger side door, and letting you hop up into the cab, before closing the door and heading to the driver side to turn the key. Once the truck roars awake, you’re met by a soothing blast of heated air. He gives you a thumbs up, and you smile. He closes the door and proceeds to go back to your car, out of your view.

Looking around, the truck is a bit run down, but it’s clean nonetheless. Nothing but a bottle of water, business cards, and a phone charger plugged into the dash. You look up, checking that he is still out of your sight, before helping yourself to his charger, thankful it is the type your phone requires. Now that your phone is charging and your assistance has arrived, you decide to shoot Akira an update text, letting her know you’re being rescued and that your savior is a sexy and leisurely mechanic.

You close out the messaging app, giggling to yourself, and your curiosity gets the best of you. You grab one of his business cards. A nice, simple white business card with his name and telephone number. Denki Kaminari.

‘Kaminari-- thunder in japanese?’ you question internally. You shrug your shoulders and brush off the thought.

You open Rumblr and type the name into the search bar. A few profiles pop up, but his picture is distinct. His golden hair is hard to miss. You click on the profile and your jaw hits the floor. You’re greeted with shirtless pictures.

‘I pictured him being fit, but not this fit.’ you think to yourself. Shocked at the muscular chisels on his slender form. You continue to scroll, thinking you’ve seen it all, until the next few pictures prove you wrong. Denki, leaning up against a door frame with a daring smile, wearing a maid outfit and cat ears.

‘I can die in peace.’ you think to yourself, realizing you’ve stumbled pervertedly on the man of your dreams. As you’re scrolling through the maid post, drooling over your roadside assistance, you hear taps on the window. You quickly find the lock button on your phone with your finger, assuming you’ve been caught red handed. However, when you look around, you see nothing. Denki is still at work in your engine. You look to your right, and scan the dark treeline. Nothing stands out, but you feel as though more than the trees are moving around. Figures. You’re sure you’re seeing figures move about the brush and compacted trees. You lean back in the seat, and secure your vision on the roof.

‘I’m clearly losing my mind.’ your thoughts are attempting to soothe your pounding heart and fervent anxiety. The rustling of the leaves seems to get louder. Crunching seemingly getting louder… closer. You squeeze your eyes shut, willing your body to calm down. Your hands grip your phone, palms becoming clammy, and your leg begins to bounce involuntarily as a means to soothe and distract your mind.

Suddenly, the driver’s side door opens. Your body jolts, and you let out a shrill squeal. You meet Denki’s gaze, he is frozen at your scream.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” he asks, unsure whether it’s okay to move. You sigh, realizing you’re in no immediate danger.

“I am SO sorry, I was a bit on edge, and didn’t realize you were coming back to the truck. You startled me.” you say, relaxing your shoulders, and looking down into your lap, a bit embarrassed. Your leg has stopped bouncing, and you feel your heart rate slow to normal.

“I apologize, I didn’t mean to scare you. Hopefully it’ll make it up to you to know that I was able to find everything, I am just waiting on the cables and everything in the engine bay to cool off before I touch anything. It shouldn’t take long, with the breeze.” he offers you with a hopeful smile.

“Oh cool. Glad it isn’t a huge problem.” you say with another sigh of relief. Your night is finally starting to look up. You open your phone, and freeze.

‘I take that back…’ you think to yourself. Amidst the chaos, you forgot that you’d been snooping on his profile. You look at him, and his eyes are locked on your screen. He has a faint blush spreading across his face, and you feel your own face growing hot with embarrassment.

“So… ya found me?” he chuckles. Clearly embarrassed, but with a hint of amusement. You feel your chest ready to burst.

“I--I--..... I was just curious is all. I didn’t catch your name, so I grabbed a business card, and-- I decided to look you up. I’m sorry for intruding.” you’re stumbling over your words. You know your face is beet red. You feel your cheeks and under your chin are on fire.

“Relax-- it’s fine. I guess I shouldn’t post things like that if I don’t want them to be stumbled upon.” he says, a bit bashful. You can tell he is embarrassed, probably a bit extra, considering the maid picture you were set on.

“I really am sorry for snooping… I must say though, your aesthetic is pretty dope, and I am a huge fan of the maid outfit.” you giggle. You gain the courage to look at Denki again. He is looking at you wide eyed, clearly shocked.

“The maid outfit was sexy, but the cat ears take the cake.” you say flirtatiously deciding to take advantage of his shocked state. He is just about to say something, when you remember something in your trunk.

“I’ll be right back!” you say, turning and opening the door quickly. You jump out of the truck and land with a crunch a bit crooked, due to the gravel. You jog to your trunk, using the key to pop it. You brought a few Halloween inspiration pieces to Akira’s house, one item in particular.

“It’s in here somewhere” you murmur, digging through your belongings, pushing aside gym shoes, old school papers, and half-opened packages. You hear rustling behind you, but pay it little attention, there is a slight breeze. However, you get a spine chilling feeling. You’re not sure what it is, but you feel frozen-- as if you’re being watched. You look downward, towards the edge of your trunk, catching a glimpse of the black, velvet fabric of the object you’ve been looking for. You reach for it, but hear a loud, close crunch, as if a pile of leaves right behind you has been destroyed. You jump back, and your back collides with something hard… no, someone. You turn around, and Denki is standing there, looking down at you.

“Whatcha looking for? Everything okay?” he asks, placing his hands on his hips. You exhale, your body instantly at ease, a sinister smile crossing your face. You place your hands behind your back and secretly grab the object, grasping it tightly, and bringing it behind your back, out of view.

“Bend down towards me.” you say teasingly. He hesitates, a questioning look on his face.

“Come on, I don’t bite.” you giggle. Still hesitating a bit he complies, bending at the waste, bringing his face down closer to yours. You laugh, and place the object on his head. Cat ears. You can’t contain your excitement. You clap your hands together and giggle.

“You’re gorgeous” you blurt, then cover your mouth. You realize that you said that outloud, and heat rises to the tips of your ears. He squints at you, and a smile grazes his face.

“Not as gorgeous as you.” He says, reaching out and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. The heat that was in your ears, suddenly travels down into your stomach. You’re not sure what comes over you, but you grab his hand and pull him towards you. He is a bit caught off guard, causing him to stumble closer to you, and his mouth crashes onto yours.

‘Soft lips, cake batter chapstick… warmth’ you’re drinking him in. Even against the cool autumn night air, your body is ignited. The feeling of his lips on yours causes a wave of warmth to spread across your skin, almost like the heat blasting in his truck earlier. He regains his footing, and places his hand on the small of your back. Your body instinctively wraps its arms around his shoulders, as if he can get any closer than he already is.

The kiss deepens, your tongues dancing, enticing each other. He bites your lip, making you melt in his arms. A soft moan slips past your lips, causing Denki to smile into the kiss. He brings his hands down the curve of your ass, and grabs the back of your thighs, signaling for you to jump. You allow him to lift you. Holding you with one hand supported under your ass, he uses the other hand to quickly close the trunk. He then lifts you a bit higher, setting you on the back of your car, all without breaking the kiss.

You spread your legs, allowing him to settle in close to you, his torso is now pressed against yours, your hands behind your back, supporting the slight lean. Your legs wrap around his back, holding him there. His hands begin to explore your torso, kneading your tits and grabbing your hips, the skin of your abdomen peeking from under your crewneck. He pulls back, and scans over your disheveled body.

“You are absolutely beautiful” Denki whispers, looking into your eyes. He bends down, and kisses your neck, licking and sucking, leaving a decent sized hickey right over your jugular. As he pulls away, leaning instead to continue the heated sequence of kissing, right as you close your eyes, lights. A beam of buttery yellow light assaults your eyes. You put your hand in front of your face, shielding your eyes. Denki on the other hand, panics. He grabs your hand and quickly helps you off the back of your car, pulling-- almost dragging you to his truck.

He opens the passenger side door, and forces you up into the seat, slamming the door behind you. He then rushes around the cap and jumps in the driver's side. He puts the truck in drive and skirts off. He drives only about 100 yards ahead of where your car is, before making an abrupt left turn into the cornfield.

“What the hell Denki?!” you shout, not having had enough time to put on your seat belt, you’re clutching the overhead grip for a bit of stabilization. He ignores your cry, and continues on. You’re heading down a narrow path, the truck barely fitting, if that. You can hear the clunking of corn stalks hitting the side mirrors and even the doors of the truck, as it passes.

“What is going on?” you persist. You look over at his face and he seems focused, worried. As if he knows something you don’t. He turns off the headlights, but continues to drive. About another half mile up the gravelly path, he slows and stops. Immediately turning off the engine. He turns to you with widened, worried eyes. He puts his finger to his lips, and signals for you to lower your head. You are now confused, but obliged.

“Okay, please tell me what just happened.” you demand in a whisper.

“I know you have heard about the recent kidnappings on the news. Females in this area are going missing, and some of them have been found dead. Not a lot of people use this road, so I didn’t feel safe trusting a random passerby, especially not in the vulnerable state we were in.” he explains, keeping his voice low, a glimmer in his eye.

“What about my car?” you ask, remembering the abandoned vehicle with its hood up.

“I locked it before I came back to the truck. The only thing accessible is the hood, and no one can unlock it or access the inside from the engine bay.” he reassures you. Denki then sits up a bit, looking back over his shoulder. You follow his gaze, straightening your back so you can see through the rear window. Nothing-- you don’t think you were followed. You turn around, but are stopped when he mimics your movements. You’re now looking at each other, faces so close, you can feel his warm breath on your face. A smile crosses your lips, the strange getaway becoming irrelevant. He looks at your lips.

His hand grazes our thigh, the warmth in your core reawakening. You lean into him, placing your cold hands on his warm cheeks, and pulling his mouth onto yours. He pulls back from you, squeezing your thighs.

“There is a vacant barn just up this trail, we could move this to a safer location.” he suggests. Your mind is solely focused on getting in his pants, so you agree. He restarts the gurgally engine of the truck, and drives another quarter mile up the road, making a slight right hand turn. You see the big red barn come into view. It is clearly an abandoned horse barn or something. It isn’t worn down by any means, just clearly not in use. The metal rusted gate is opened, a broken chain dangling around one of the rods. He drives up next to the barn and parks the truck. He leans over and pecks your cheek before hoping out, and coming around to your side.

‘Chivalrous’ you think, patiently waiting for him to open the door for you. You drop out of the truck, and get a better look at the barn. You notice a thick black padlock on the front doors, securing the entrance.

“The front is locked” you say, disappointedly. However, he takes your hand, intertwining your fingers. You look up at him questioningly, and he nods his head, reassuring you.

“Come on, there is a side way in.” he says, pulling you towards the other side of the barn. There, you see a few boards that look a bit misplaced. Denki releases your hand, and pulls the boards aside, revealing the inside of the barn. You hesitate, not being able to see far into the barn, but he holds his hand out as if to say ‘you first’. So you duck down, and slide through the entrance. He follows, re-securing the board behind himself.

From what you can see, which isn’t much, the barn is empty. What you do notice, however, is the smell of cleaner-- bleach? The barn is freshly cleaned.

“Cleanest barn I've ever come across.” you mutter, clearly the owners are repurposing it or maintaining it to sell or something.

“How did y--” you begin to ask how he knows about this place, but he grabs your hand and pushes you up against the wall. Knocking the thought out of your head. He pins your arms above your head and engulfs your mouth with his. This kiss is more eager, passionate. He kisses your jaw bone, down to your neck again, tracing over the bruise left earlier with his tongue, before nibbling the sweet spot on the base of your neck. You want nothing more than to run your fingers through his soft blonde hair, but his hands still have yours affixed above your head.

He removes one of his hands from your wrists, moving the other and spreading it enough to keep you at bay. With his newly freed hand, he begins to touch you, he shoves his hand under your sweatshirt and feels your chest, fingers dancing across your hardened nipples. Moving one of his legs in between yours and pushing his thigh up against your clothed cunt. This entices a moan from your throat, egging him on. He takes your peaked nipple between his fingers, rolling it and pulling on it ever so slightly.

“Aahh fuck, Denki” you’re a moaning mess. The pleasure from your nipples and his leg between yours is overwhelming the fact that your hands are beginning to tingle from blood loss. Denki then pulls away, pulling you away from the wall with him.

He brings your hands down, and places them behind your back, as if you’re being arrested. He forces you to bend at the waist, pushing your face into the wall, and causing your back to arch. He pulls down your sweats and underwear with his free hand, surprising you. You’re so wet at this point, your pussy dripping with anticipation. He brings his hand down on your ass with a loud smack, definitely leaving a handprint behind. Before you have the chance to comment, he is dropping to his knees.

‘Oh my fuck..’ you think to yourself. From his knees, Denki has a perfect view of your plump ass, and your dripping pussy. He wastes no time, he grabs one of your ass cheeks, and attempts to spread it, revealing an even better view of your pussy. He buries his face in, dragging his tongue from your clit, back. His tongue is lapping up your wetness, his chin dripping in your sweet lust. He drops down a bit further, and swipes his tongue horizontally on your clit a few times.

“Nnggh, yes, right fucking there” your clit is throbbing, your hole fluttering around nothing. He drags his tongue from your clit, down the rest of your messy cunt, and brings his wettened tongue to your asshole. He teases it a bit, circling the tight hole. Your body is shivering, you arch your back more, pushing it towards his. You need more. He brings his hand to your pussy, using your wetness to lube his hands, he inserts two fingers into your pussy. At the same time, he dips his tongue into your ass, finally giving you what you want.

“Mmmm” you moan, biting your lip to prevent screaming out with pure bliss. He pumps his fingers in and out of your cunt, curling them and assaulting your g-spot. His tongue continues to lap at your ass. He turns his head, and sinks his teeth into your ass cheek. He bites hard enough to leave marks, but just gently enough that it forces you closer to the edge. You’re so ready to cum, to begin to push back on him, riding his fingers from the back. Just as you’re about to cum, he stops.

He pulls the string from his hoodie, brings your hands in front of you and ties them. Looping the cotton strand multiple times around your wrists in a figure-8 before securing it with a knot. He bunches up the front of your sweatshirt in his hand, and pulls you aggressively into another kiss. You taste your sweet pussy on his tongue. You pull back, taking his lip between your teeth this time with a moan.

“Such a good fucking girl” he moans. Then he pulls down on your chest, forcing you to your knees. You bring your bound hands up, reaching for the band of his sweatpants and boxers. It is clear that you are struggling, so he assists, pulling them together down to his mid thighs.

His dick flips out of his boxers, it’s perfect. Long, girthy, but not too thick, slightly curved upward. You look at it in awe, biting your lip with anticipation. You grab it between your tied hands, and guide it to your mouth. You stick your tongue out, kitten licking the tip, in an attempt to tease his throbbing cock. Denki isn’t a fan of teasing.

He forces your head down on his dick, you feel the head poking the back of your throat. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, and you try to breathe through your nose, but you can’t stop your gag reflex. He pulls you back by your hair, strings of saliva connecting your sloppy mouth with his drenched dick.

“More” you mumble, sticking out your tongue. The forces you down on his dick again, you moan, vibrating his dick and coaxing a growl from his throat. You bounce your head up and down, swirling your tongue along each vein. Sucking extra when you reach the tip, before gliding back down to the base. You cup his balls in your hands, massaging them with the thick spit that has run down from your mouth. The air is filled with slurping. Your throat is starting to feel coarse from the constant assault. You release his balls, and wrap your hands around the base of his dick, pumping what isn’t in your mouth. You focus your tongue on the underside of his cock, right below the head.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna fucking cum baby.” Denki moans, persuading you to continue. You grip a bit tighter, pumping fast and steady, gliding your tongue along the underside of his dick. Denki sharply inhales through his teeth with a hiss, grasping your hair, and forcing you to halt. You feel his thick, warm cum slide down your throat. You continue to tease him with your tongue, helping him ride out his orgasm. Once he’s done, you pull back, and sit back on your calves. You look up at him, waiting for his next move, possibly waiting for the restraints to come off. However, he has other plans.

Denki pulls you to stand, and guides you to a corner of the barn. He shoves you toward the floor, causing you to stumble over and land on your back. You expect to hit the floor, but are surprised to feel a soft surface. You extend your legs, feeling and recognizing a dull and lumpy mattress. He kneels on the mattress in front of you, nesting himself between your legs, and bringing his hands to the collar of your thin sweatshirt, grabbing it firmly in each hand, and tearing the top. You gasp in surprise, as he finishes ripping the front open, completely exposing you to him.

You squeal in excitement, giving no thought to the ruined piece of clothing, nor worrying about what you will wear home. He brings his hands up to your tits. Squeezing them gently, and taking both your nipples between his fingers and scissoring. You’re whimpering at him, begging for more. He brings his mouth to one, taking your nipple between his teeth instead, tugging it a bit before soothing it with his tongue. He kisses across your chest making his way to your other mound. As he sucks and nibbles at the other bud, you bring your tied hands down and finally run your fingers through his hair, pulling slightly.

A sweet whimper crosses his lips. He litters your chest with hickeys, before leaving a trail of hickeys down your torso. He makes his way down, yanking your pants and panties the rest of the way off, tossing them into the unknown. He bends down, spreading your freed legs and drags his tongue once more up your dripping cunt.

“Oh fuck baby” you moan, panting. Your pending orgasm from earlier is begging to be released. He sucks your clit, then flattens his tongue, licking your entire pussy. You grab his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. He turns his head, and bites your inner thigh. This time, it startles you a bit, being that the area is a bit more sensitive. It surely left a bruise. He returns to hastily fucking you with his tongue, hazing your mind and turning the pain into pleasure. He brings his tongue back to your clit, and begins to swipe at your clit repeatedly. Challenging your orgasm. You move your hand farther back on his head, displacing the cat ears and bucking your hips up to meet his movements. Just as you’re about to cum, he stops again.

This time, however, you can’t be disappointed, as he sticks two fingers in your cunt curled upward. You let out a disgruntled moan, feeling suddenly full. He pumps his hands in and out of you, curling his fingers as if memorizing the location of your g-spot. He leans to the other side and bites your other thigh, the pain sends a wave of pleasure through your body. He feels your pussy pulse around his fingers. Denki knows how close you are, and how eager you are to cum for him.

“Please Denki” you say suddenly. Your panting and mewls filling the stale air.

“Please what, baby?” he asks.

“Fuck me. Please fuck me.” you moan, wanting more than just his fingers filling your insides. Denki is a bit taken aback. He looks up at you. Though he can barely see, he can tell your face is scrunched, mouth hanging open, you’re enjoying this.

“What was that?” he says, teasingly-- his body overflowing with excitement.

‘They never beg for it’ he thinks to himself.

“Please fuck me, fill me with your cock.” you beg, his unwavering striking of your g-spot unwavering. That’s all he needs. He takes his fingers out of you, leaving your pussy aching for release. He grabs your hands, and leans above you, reaching for something on the floor above the mattress. He finds a nail sticking out, and secures the binding to it, securing your hands once more above your head.

You can’t move, your hands already tingling from lesser blood flow now begin to lose feeling completely. Before you can allow it to bother you, however, Denki is positioning himself between your legs. He drags the swollen tip of his dick up the folds of your pussy, drenching it in your juices. You squirm with anticipation, ready to be full of him. Not ready enough apparently.

He suddenly bottoms out in your oussy without warning, causing you to squeal. His hips stutter a bit, he leans forward, placing a hand next to your shoulder and propping himself up. He was not prepared for how tight you’d be, even after being prepped. He begins to move, slowly. He is fighting the urge to finish right then and there. The slow pace allows you to adjust quickly, and you let out a delicious moan. His dick feels amazing, the slight curve causing it to hit a sweet spot in your walls. He looks down at you, though it’s dark, he notices a glimmer in your eyes.

‘You’re enjoying this… I’m being too easy’. He thinks to himself. He shakes his head, refocusing. He has an objective. He picks up the pace, fucking you faster, harder. He puts his arms under your legs and lifts your bottom half up, scooting farther under you but pulling you closer to him. Your arms are now fully extended. The strain is worsening, the string now cutting into your wrists, but the angle he is now fucking you at clouds your mind and your pain receptors mute. He thrusts his hips hard and fast, angled perfectly at your cervix, which the tip of his dick kisses perfectly.

“Right-- there… FUCK yes..” you’re moaning so loud, screaming for him. He is hitting so deep, fucking you at such a good steady speed. He extends one of your legs upward, straightening it. Denki brings your calf to his shoulder, turning towards it, grazing it with his tongue, and once more sinking his teeth into your flesh. This time, he definitely bruised you, possibly even drew blood. However, this still isn’t enough to over power his attack on your cervix.

He slows down his thrusts gradually, keeping the same intensity. He brings his thumb up and begins to rub circles around your clit. The coil in your stomach tightens, aching to snap. Your orgasm has been put off so much that your body is already feeling over-stimulated. He pulls out, smacking his dick on your pussy, causing you to jolt with pleasure. Denki then drops your legs, and flips you over. The string binding your wrists twists, deepening the laceration. At this point, you can’t even feel it. What you can feel, however, is him lifting your bottom half so that your ass is in the air. His tongue grazes your pussy once more. He smacks your ass cheek, keeping his hand there gripping your cheek, and jiggling it. He releases it, and smacks your ass one last time.

You’re whimpering again, you’re so wet, it is dripping down your legs. He puts one hand on each of your hips, lines his cock up with your entrance, and fucks you with just the tip, teasing you, and luring more moans out of you. He enjoys tantalizing you.

You’ve had enough. You throw your ass back on him, swallowing his dick into your pussy. The slap of his balls hitting your clit permeates the barn. This time, it is him that lets out a luscious moan.

“Fuuuuuck.” he moans, drawing out the word with pleasure. Your pussy is so wet and warm, the best he’s ever had. You continue to throw your ass back, chasing your delayed orgasm. He begins to match your thrust, challenging your pace, making you go harder and faster. You can tell he’s close again, his strokes become sloppy and inconsistent. He puts one of his legs up, so that he is just kneeling. Denki thrusts a few more times, hard, hitting at an exemplary angle. He thrusts one last time, but you’re so close that you try to move. To no avail. He holds you close to him, his dick fully sheathed in your cunt. He is gripping your hips so hard, you know you’ll have marks. But you don’t care, the feeling of his hot cum filling your pussy overwhelms you. There is so much cum, that it is seeping out of you from around his dick. He catches some on his fingers, knowing how close you are and uses it to rub your clit.

Your body begins to shake, the coil in your stomach is on the verge of snapping. You’re so close, just a little more.

“Don’t move, stay still and cum for me baby” he whispers in your ear, leaning and reaching for something with his other hand. His soothing voice. Baby. The pet name registers in your mind for the first time, and that’s enough. The coil snaps, your vision goes white, and your pussy clenches around his dick, still embedded inside you. A huge wave crashes over your body, you feel tingly. So much so, that you don’t notice the cold, rigid object pressed into your back. Until it moves.

You let out a blood curdling scream. Something sharp, a blade.. Knife? Something is cutting you. You scream out, your throat burning. He carves one line, then another--diagonally attached. You’re sobbing, trying to move, begging for him to stop.

“Denki, what the fuck… Wh--What is happening?!” you yell. Your back feels scorched. Another line, connected to the second, parallel to the first, and as he begins to carve the final line, you understand. It clicks.

A lightning bolt. He carved a lightning bolt into your back, the same one you saw earlier in the news article. The news article that HE warned you about. Warm tears stain your cheeks, the fresh wounds on your back burning more intensely due to the exposed cold air. Everything starts to clear up in your head- the unmarked truck, no uniform, the other mystery truck… which was probably actual assistance. Denki wasn’t a mechanic, no. This is his territory, and you were his next victim.

“Why?” you ask, barely audible. He ignores you, standing up and redressing himself. He turns and grabs something.

“WHY?!” you shout this time. You need to know why you. He seemed so genuine.

“Denk---” you begin to scream at him, but you’re abruptly cut off. Something coarse is restricting your airway. It’s rough, jagged… rope. You can’t even attempt to free yourself. Your hands have no feeling. Tears stream down your cheeks, you’re gasping for air, seeing blurry doubles.

“For what it’s worth, you fucked the best. You’re the only one I let live long enough to cum.” he says, his voice seemingly deeper, more sinister. His words are the final straw. You give up, letting his words sink in as the burning in your chest ceases, your vision is submerged in darkness. Your body falls sideways, limp-- lifeless.

Denki gets up and heads to his truck, grabbing his phone. He comes back to where your body lies, using his phone as a light. He finally gets a good look at your face, brushing a hair behind your ear and admiring it while it is still warm and flushed. He then opens his camera app, makes sure the flash is enabled, and snaps a picture of your lifeless body, in the lewd position, making sure to capture the symbol carved into your back. He glances at the picture, making sure it isn’t blurry, and sends it to his partner. Then unties the string from the nail, grabs a blanket, wraps you up and proceeds to clean up his mess.

*bzzzzzztt*

Sero picks up his phone-- it’s a message from Denki.

“Catch up, pussy” he mutters the context of the message aloud. Sero chuckles, closing the messaging app, and opening the camera, swiping to the recording option. He takes a short video, and presses send.

Denki takes off his gloves, and presses play. The video is from inside Sero’s car, the street is dark, no streetlights. Right outside of the window, about yards away, a woman is standing at an apartment complex mailbox, alone.

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mrs-march-ahs · 3 years

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Hii, angel! Soo, since you said that no one requested this yet, what about jealous Evan's characters?? 👀 Thankss, have a nice day! (Love uuu 💞💞)

The Evans Being Jealous

So many other fics of mine seemed to fit with this one! An unexpected fic that links well is The Evans Reacting To The Reader Coming Out As Bi, because most of them are jealous!

Sorry this took so long sunshine, enjoy! <3

Tate

-A ghost who would even remotely be interested in you, would be a threat to Tate -Think Gabriel at the end of Murder House -Tate would do everything he could, sob, threaten them, scare them, to make sure they knew you were off limits -If you found this attractive he would just awkwardly tell you that he’s doing it to protect you, that that guy would not treat you as well as he should therefore he needs to go -If you didn’t find it attractive, and found his possessiveness off-putting, Tate would get really upset -In his eyes, he’s doing it all for you, so he would sit and sob and complain to the ghost -Tatey is a soft, sensitive boy but if he had to, he would act tough in front of them -When you and Tate argued about him doing this to every person remotely interested in you, he would get insecure and ask if you found them attractive -If not, he wouldn’t be that relieved because he’s a little insecure -If yes, oh god

Kit

-Pretty easily jealous, doesn’t like when other men even look at you -He would be super angry at them, shout at them, put his arm around your waist -Wouldn’t get into arguments but would just bark something like, “What are you staring at?” -Kit isn’t angry often so it would be insanely hot to you -But he’d be mad at you too -Any jealous situation would make him mad, at everyone -He would somehow try to make you feel as though it’s your fault for being attractive and catching the eye of others -But after he cools down, he would apologise -He never means to lash out or upset you but other men flirting with you or looking at you is the one thing that pisses him off -You may have to kiss him and cuddle him so he can hold you and know in his heart that you’re all his -Jealous Kit Fic

Frat Kyle

-At a frat party, if there was another boy flirting with you or giving you a drink he would just come up to you and put his arm around your shoulders, so it was easy to see for everybody else -Call you more pet names than usual -Baby, sweetie, my girl -If any guy continues flirting with you even in front of him, he’ll humiliate him as much as he physically can to make him seem unappealing to you - “Jeff nobody wants to see your dick, no matter how small it is” -As if you’d consider cheating on him

Franken Kyle

-When in public, Kyle always has his hand in your back pocket, mostly so he doesn’t get lost -You two hold hands a lot too so it’s clear you’re not single -But once in a while somebody will be inappropriate to you when you’re out with Kyle, because to most people he looks like hard work, and they don’t see the sweet boy inside -You two sit in a restaurant having dinner together and the waiter will flirt with you, ignoring Kyle completely cause he just assumes that Kyle doesn’t even understand -Even though Kyle can’t identify his negative feelings as ‘jealousy’, he knows he doesn’t like it -Pushes the waiter over or pulls him by his shirt away from you - “Stop��m-mine” -You’ll just apologise and leave together and Kyle will look back at the waiter and glare at him -Then once you get home you must give Kyle 120% of your attention -Don’t expect his arm off your shoulders for the rest of the day

Jimmy

-It takes the most out of the boys to get him jealous -Wants to see the good in people and will assume that you’re just being friendly, unless he’s already in a bad mood because of something else, or if the friendliness goes too far -50% of the time, he’ll get upset and insecure, thinking that his time with you is up and now you’re gonna leave him for somebody ‘normal’ -Other 50% of the time, his inner Florida man tells him he needs to fight them -Needs reassurance so he might seek your attention in negative ways, if you’re talking to a man with a smile on your face, even while just selling tickets, he’ll walk up to the two of you to assess the situation -“I’ll leave you two alone to get to know each other”, and then walks away just to see if you’ll follow him -You obviously do and ask him what his deal is -“If you’re tired of dating a freak and you wanna date somebody normal, at least have the decency to tell me Y/N” -“Oh my god Jimmy, where would you get that idea from? I obviously want to date you, I love you” -“Alright… just needed to hear that” -That night you need to spoon and cuddle and kiss -He’ll give you a few hickeys to mark you and you’ll do the same to him, making him melt completely -And if he’s mad, he’s mad -Definitely not foreign to bar fights -Would pick a fight with you when you get home just to get you annoyed and have angry sex with you

James

-Gets jealous incredibly easily -You weren’t even allowed to come to Devil’s Night for the first few years because there are so many creepy men around -He’d spot a man buying you drink at the bar -Cleopatra would warn you that he’s incoming probably -James would calmly walk over to the two of you and tell whoever you’re with that you are not interested -If he’s particularly in the mood, he might make some shitty comment - “She is a lady, and a lady needs more to be pleased than a 5”5 man and a Martini” -I have a very in depth fic about this situation, linked here

Kai

-Kai would be angry in front of them, a little shitty to you too -“You think a twink like you could ever score her?” -He would be sarcastic and condescending to you, like usual -He would explain to you how lucky you are that you have a man to protect you from creeps -After one time I don’t think he would kill them, but if they ever even looked at you again, they’d be dead -Probably take it out on you, but not in the same way as Jimmy, not in a protective or angry way but in a possessive way -He would punish you in any way he felt necessary like teasing you for hours and hours, telling you over and over how blessed and lucky you are to have him, and how stupid you are to do anything to ever risk losing him -He might fuck you and humiliate you enough with his words until you cry -Ways in which Kai might punish you -Getting Punished Fic

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perzawa · 3 years

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→ defender of justice

saeyoung choi x fem! reader

desc: you weren’t the best at relationships. man after man, woman after woman, but you could not find the right one. after getting stood up on a date, a mysterious man with red hair comes to the rescue.

genre: smut

warnings: praise kink, unprotected sex, sex with a stranger, pet names

word count: 3.1K

Not again.

Not like this.

Hot tears pricked your eyes, the salty liquid rolling slowly down your flaming cheeks. How long had it been since you were sitting in that exact spot, waiting and waiting and waiting. You looked around like a lost puppy, mouth agape and eyes wide. Where the hell was he? You scammed the restaurant, your eyes glossing over multiple bodies of men and women. Everyone looked so happy with their spouses or potential mates, smiling in the faces of each other as they shared meals.

That was supposed to be you laughing. That was meant to be you sharing spaghetti with your boyfriend. How could you be so foolish to believe he’d show up this time?

“Ma’am, are you ready to pay for your meal?” The woman asked kindly, eyes shut with a large smile plastered on her features. You frowned, wiping away at the tears forming in your eyes.

“Just a moment, ma’am.”

“Okay! I’ll be back!” She left soon after. Sweat trickled down your eyebrows and your breathing hitched, stomach churning painfully. You were surrounded by couples. Everywhere you looked, there was a couple. Man, women, women, men. You’d given up. He won. Getting ready to pay and leave, you stood up, wiping at the new tears forming in your eyes.

You took one last look around. Multiple people had been paying attention to you now, apologetic looks dancing across their faces. You simply smiled in their directions. You didn’t need pity from anyone. You’ve been stood up before, you’ll be fine. Yeah, you’ll be fine after you eat six tubs of ice cream and cry your eyes out for a week. Maybe you and Akira weren’t meant to be. You had given up now, sighing as you reached for your wallet, standing to your aching feet.

Just then, a pair of shoes stepped into your vision and you looked up, instantly in awe.

“Hey, sorry I’m late. You can sit down now.”

You stared up at him, lips agape as you tried to process his request. This wasn’t Akira. I mean, he was no doubt more attractive than Akira was in every way, but he definitely wasn’t Akira. The last time you’d seen him, Akira had black hair, not red.

“W-Who are you?”

“I’m Seven. Just go with it, okay?” He whispered to you, sitting in the seat across the table from yours. Shocked, you didn’t say anything, only blinking at the man.

“I was standing there,” he looked over and pointed to the small line of people waiting to be seated. “I was there for a bit and I noticed that you’d been stood up.” You winced hearing the words, eyes darting down in embarrassment. You knew he wasn’t coming, but it still ached to hear him put it so matter-of-factly.

“He’s a dick. Or she.”

“A-Are you here with someone?” You tripped over your words, rubbing your exposed arm with your hand. Suddenly the air was cooler, tighter.

“Nah, I came alone. I originally came for pickup, but seeing a pretty little lady all by herself made me change my mind.”

“O-Oh…” you tilted your head up at him. “Please, I don't wish to burden you or anything. You’re incredibly sweet, but you can get your food.”

The mysterious man chuckled, running his hand through his shaggy hair as his eyes looked you up and down. “You’re precious.”

“I’m serious. I don’t want you to pity me. I saw this coming.” You mumbled those last words, pushing your plate of food to the middle of the table, hoping a waitress would swing by soon so that you could leave quickly.

“Hey, I’m sorry. My conscience won’t allow me to leave you alone here.” You frowned, crossing your legs under the table. Your eyes met his and you’d noticed how pretty his were, suddenly melting. This man was adorable. Sure, he was kinda underdressed to be eating there, but you overlooked his apparel. He was hot.

A few minutes passed by of an odd silence before a waitress came by, taking your old food and asking who she assumed to be your date, if he was ready to order.

So he did.

“Seven…” you muttered, hoping he would’ve been gone by now. “You’re too nice. I-I’ll pay for this as a thank you.”

“Pay for it? Oh, hush, I got it. I’ve got enough. Don’t thank me for anything, okay?”

And that was it. He ordered food and even shared a bit with you, even after you explained that you’d already eaten. You didn’t even know how you could both find so much to talk about, being complete strangers and all. But you still found a way. You incorporated jobs, home life, and he even allowed you to talk about your relationship with Akira a bit.

“I was right. He sounds like an ass.”

You giggled, reaching over the table to fork some of his salad before shoving it in your mouth. Seven gazed at you in awe, his focus completely set on you whenever you decided to share something, anything.

“He wasn’t always like that, I promise. We got along really well for a while and it was perfect,” you looked down at the table you were sitting at before a dry chuckle found its way out of you. “We’re a bit off and on, you could say. That’s why this was so important to me. I guess he didn’t care as much.”

Seven frowned, noticing your change in demeanor.

“Don’t let that get you down, okay? Look, you may not know me, but I’m here now. And as far as I’m concerned, I’m having so much fun right now. I’m glad he didn’t show up.”

“Really? Y-You’re having fun?” Your eyes widened and you felt blood rush to your cheeks, self consciously rubbing your arm, which had now produced an insane amount of goosebumps.

“Course I am, sweetie. What? You thought I stayed for my health? You’re cool. He’s missing out.”

And with that, you both changed the subject to forget about Akira. He was irrelevant.

You didn’t end up paying for your bill in the end, Seven did. Of course he did it, throwing in a ‘you really thought I’d let you pay for this alone?’ While he was at it. He escorted you out, hands stuffed in his pocket. You felt the cool air embrace your skin, the new area calming you now, the wind sweeping away every negative thought you experienced that evening. You almost forgot you’d even been stood up in the first place, really. But that’s how fun the ginger was. He was sweet and loud, always making jokes. His humor was a little bit odd. Well, it was extremely odd, but it made him more attractive to you. From his striped glasses to his plain sneakers, he was so down to earth. You wanted to talk to him again. You needed to say thank you.

“I had a great time. Hey, actually, you never told me your name.” He turned to you, both of you still standing in front of the building.

“Oh! You’re right! It’s Y/N.”

“Well, Y/N, I had a good time. I’ll get going now, you take care for me.” The tall man turned away, pressing the button on his keys. Your ears perked up after hearing the car beep, indicating that the car was his.

He was leaving.

C’mon, Y/N. Ask him. It won’t be hard, right? The worst he could say is that he’s probably busy or he’s got work in the morning. Just do it. Do it.

You yelped and that seemed to snatch his attention, the man whipping around to see if you were alright.

“You good?”

“Y-Yeah! Um, I’ve got no idea if you’re like busy tomorrow or something,” you trailed off, staring at your heels as you rocked back and forth on them. “I wanted to know if you wanted to come over! J-Just to like, watch Netflix. Unless you’re busy! Then that’s okay! I’m so sorry for burdening you!” You rambled on, your face entirely flushed, your body swinging sporadically from putting yourself on the spot like that.

“Hey, hey, stop that,” he pushed your chin up, your eyes drifting to his hair, rather than his eyes. “I’d love to come over, okay? Hell, where’s your car? Let’s go right now.”

Your eyes shot down to his, your face lighting up at his kind words.

“Oh! Um, I took a cab here!”

“That’s fine. Just gimme the directions, I’ll take you.”

You could feel your heart swell in your chest. He was so damn cute. His smile stretched across his entire face, eyes closed from his cheeks pushing them upward. He guided you to his vehicle and let's just say you were more than impressed with his ride, eyes widening. Damn, now you really had to know where this man worked to afford such an expensive car. That was a question for another day. You pulled up a GPS and from there, the ride was mostly silent. You aimlessly scrolled through your twitter feed until he pulled up outside your home, first asking if he was at the right place.

“Yeah, this is it!” Seven nodded and parked in your driveway, stepping out of his car awkwardly waiting for you to unlock the door before he did anything else. He locked his car, following after you. You giggled and unlocked your home, your cat rushing to the opening door to greet you.

Seven laughed, pushing his way in as well. “Hey! I love cats!”

You beamed, bending down to pet your feline. “Mmm, that’s a funny coincidence! Her name’s Elle.”

Seven’s goofy demeanor dropped into a much more serious one. “You’re lying! There’s no way! M-My friend, his cat’s name is Elizabeth!”

You threw your hands up, bursting into a fit of laughter. You looked up at the flickering lights, wishing you’d remembered to turn them off before you left the house. That was your worst bad habit. Seven noticed the flickering as well, but ignored it, just standing awkwardly as he awaited your next steps. You turned the main light off and led him to your living room, sitting on your sofa. He plopped down on the furniture and spotted the remote on the coffee table, passing it to you. You thanked him and turned the television on, the bright light illuminating the living space.

“Whatcha wanna watch?” You asked, turning to Netflix.

“Uh, scary movie? Or Anime? I could care less.” You nodded and searched for a horror film that you could both agree on, settling the remote on the coffee table. Not too long had passed before you were both cuddled up together, reclining the sofa so that neither of you would roll off by accident. You didn’t think you’d get so comfortable with a stranger, but there you were watching a horror movie with him while his arms were wrapped around your hips, pulling you into his touch. You’d be a fibber if you said you didn’t like it.

“I hope you know I meant what I said. You’re cool as hell.”

“Could say the same for you, Mr. Seven.”

“Oh,” he teased, his lips close to your ear. “Am I Mister now?”

“Depends. Do you wanna be called that?”

Seven snickered, rubbing circles into your waist. A low groan escaped your lips, a small laugh following. Neither of you even cared about the movie anymore.

“I guess that depends on what type of Mister you’re thinking of.”

Chills ran down your spine and you smiled, slowly grinding yourself onto him. Seven’s breath hitched in his throat, a small chuckle following after.

“That’s how we’re playing?” You didn’t respond, simply moaning while you continued grinding yourself against him. Seven gripped your hips tighter, rocking his hips against your ass. He pushed your hair out of the way, pressing his lips to the back of your neck. You let out a yelp, melting into his touch while his hips continued to move against your ass. You could feel him hardening, his tongue flicking against your skin.

Seven groaned, sucking marks onto your innocent neck while you felt yourself getting lost in his touch.

“Can I fuck you?” He whispered, thumbs rubbing circles into your hips again. You nodded, and before you knew it, he’d instantly had you on your back.

“You know,” he started, grinning down at your defenseless body. “I did not think this was how tonight would play out. But I’m so glad it did.” He unbuckled his pants, pulling his cock free from his underwear. His cock sprung free, precum already bubbling at the tip. You licked your lips at the sight, feeling a surge of wetness rush through your pussy, wetting your white underwear. You shut your eyes tightly, your fingers finding their way to your underwear as something in your forced you to circle your clit through your panties.

Seven spat on his hand, the mixture of saliva and precum slicking his cock enough. “That’s hot. Keep going.” He whispered, stroking himself to the sight in front of him. You whimpered, finger rubbing circles into your clothed clit while he jerked his hard cock, groaning at the your vulnerability.

“Yeah, that’s good. So good. C’mon, take those pretty little panties off.” You weren’t hesitant at all, quickly sliding the panties down your ass. You’d never been fucked on your sofa before, oddly enough. You’d been fucked almost everywhere in your house but the time to do it on your sofa never really came up. You were glad, though, it was so hard to get comfortable on the black leather furniture.

“Let me see that pretty pussy,” he muttered, pulling your dress up to your neck, the pink bra exposed under the fabric. Seven gripped your clothed tit before kneeling between your legs, leaning forward.

“You’re so pretty. Your body’s so damn pretty. Everything about it. I don’t even remember his name, but he’s fuckin’ missing out.”

He circled his wet tip against your clit, gathering some of your slick on his cock. You cried out.

“Please, Seven, hurry.”

“Are you rushing me? Bad girl.” He kissed the side of your lip before pushing against your entrance, sliding into the tight heat. You gasped, tears forming in your eyes from the painful stretch. It was probably helpful to mention how big Seven was. You almost couldn’t see from the constantly fading light of the television, but he was a good size. One you didn’t expect from someone so thin and lanky. Not that you weren’t appreciative or anything.

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” you whispered, wrapping your legs around his waist as he bottomed out inside of you, waiting for a moment to move.

“Tight.” He choked out, pulling out halfway before slamming back into you, grunting with each thrust. His thrusts were sloppy and uncoordinated, but you could care less, clenching around his constantly moving length. You cried out his name, tears falling from your eyes.

Seven found a good pace to fuck you at, rocking his hips inside of you slowly while you adjusted to his large cock, pussy fluttering over him.

“Fuck yeah, baby. So good. So, so good. I could cum on the spot feeling you grip me like this.”

You looked into his eyes, slamming your lips against his waiting ones without any thinking. Seven moaned into the exchange, pounding you as hard as he could while his tongue pushed past your opened lips, both of your tongues intertwined. Your velvet walls gripped his cock harder, causing the man to begin moaning, hips stuttering while he fucked into you. You felt like you were already on edge, rocking your hips against his. Your ears perked up and you yelped hearing your phone ring.

Seven’s eyes darted over to the contact name, sweat dripping down his glistening forehead.

‘Akira 💕…’

“Answer it,” he snarled, his pace never haulting. He was quicker, harder, as he fucked his cock into you, head constantly hitting against your special spot. You couldn’t help but moan, tears drying on your cheeks while fire spread inside of you, the overwhelming need to cum urging you on. You didn’t question him, simply reaching over to the coffee table to grab the device, answering it.

“Yeah?” You put him on speaker.

Seven’s eyes were cut, focusing on the conversation while pounding you. He gripped your waist tightly, stifling a moan.

“Sorry I couldn’t make it. I don’t know, I don’t think we should be seeing each other anymore.”

Your heart dropped at his words and your stomach churned.

“Fuck yeah,” Seven moaned loudly, throwing his head back. His hands travelled lower, gripping your ass while his cock hit the hilt of your pussy over and over again. You were so close, almost there.

“Who’s that?” Akira squeaked.

“No one,” you moaned out, forgetting to even hold back by now.

“Tell him. Tell him how good you feel. Go ahead, naughty girl. Tell him.”

You felt more tears well in your eyes, fresh liquid dripping to your damp cheeks.

“I feel so good, Seven. Please fuck me. Harder, please. So close. I’m gonna cum. Please,” you managed to get out, fucking yourself on his cock while holding the phone in your hand. Ever thrust felt like energy being launched into your body, electricity shocking you each time your pussy clenched on his cock, walls constantly being jabbed at. It felt so good. You were almost there. One more thrust.

“I want you to feel good. Want you to feel so fucking good. Do you feel good? You feel good with my cock inside you? Yeah?”

“Yeah. Gonna cum, Seven. Close.”

“Okay. That’s okay. Go ahead, I’m close too, pretty girl.” By now, Akira had hung up, his own heart dropping to his feet as well. As long as he understood how you felt, it was okay. You were fine. You’d be fine like this.

He sped up, sporadically whimpering sweet nothings as he pounded you through your orgasm, pussy fluttering around his length while you came, cum coating his dick. Seven screamed out, burying himself to the hilt inside of you while he came, shooting his load into your gaping heat. He collapsed on top of you, both of your breathing uneven.

“Good. That was good,” you found a way to croak out, releasing your grip on his waist. He didn’t respond, only kissing your sweaty neck.

“Good girl.” He said, cock still buried inside of you. You flushed at the nickname, whimpering. He waited again to speak when you’d both caught your breath, bodies still, simply enjoying the presence of the other. The television was still on, the movie was over now. It had probably been over for a while.

“Maybe it's not the right time for this, but can I take you out next week?

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sunaswife · 3 years

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Summary: It’s been five years since you’ve seen your ex, Rin. He’s still not over you and you’re not over him. When he finds out you have children he thought he didn’t have a chance. Then he finds out they’re his? All of a sudden you’re teaching Suna how to be a single dad.

note from denise: hi!! <3 this is a small chapter but i think an important one nonetheless :) i hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Fluff, angst I guess, drama, and cuteness twin overload

Previously Up Next Masterlist

Chapter Nine

“Is there anything you want for breakfast?” You asked Rin as you looked through your closet. He was laying back in bed under the covers, typical Rin. “No don’t bother making anything. I wanna treat you guys to breakfast.” He rubbed his eyes and you turned. “You don’t have to.” You immediately told him. “No i want to.” He assured and you smiled lightly. “Alright thank you.” You said softly and you grabbed your black overall skirt, white long sleeve and your favorite leggings.

“If you want you can wake up the kids.” You said before heading into the bathroom. He sat up and groaned and slowly made his way to their room. He opened the door and saw the two little foxes slide something under the bed. He tilted his head confused and they innocently looked up at him. “Good morning daddy.” They recited which honestly gave him the chills. Twins who could recite things at the same time are creepy. “Good morning. Now what were you guys hiding just now?” He asked with a raised brow. “Nothing—“ Akira innocently smiled. Even though these kids looked like Rin, they certainly had Y/N’s expressions. And that adorable smile that Suna has missed.

“You guys already know that lying is bad. Show me what you’re hiding?” He asked and sat on the floor across from them. Rini guiltily frowned and he reached under the bed to retrieve a box. It was an old shoe box. “A box? What? is it just an animal or something?” Rin asked and the kids shook their heads. Akira handed him the box and he opened it. The first thing he saw was a Polaroid of you and him. He felt a slap across his face. You smiled so bright and Rin had his deadpanned face like always. The photo behind the Polaroid was with you in between the twins. They were using your shoulders as an arm rest, each photo made his stomach turn and he saw napkins and tickets, you always wrote the date and a little heart with a note when Rin would take you to places.

“You and mommy looked so happy. Why did you guys leave eachother. I don’t get it.” Akira asked. “You won’t get it until you’re older.” Rin said and began to put everything back before he started crying. “Do you still love mommy?” Rini asked, Rin felt like he was in the hot seat.

They kept their eyes fixated on him. “Of course I do, she’s an amazing friend. She’s the mother of my children.” Rin started. “No not that kind of love...like love love. Like do you wanna marry her?” Akira asked but his phone rang and he saw the FaceTime call from his mother.

His face turned white and he immediately stood up and answered. “H-hi mom..” Rin cleared his throat and the twins gasped. “Grandma?!” They practically yelled. “Rintarou, are you babysitting or something?” His mother asked. “Um no I’m not—“ “Daddy Can we see grandma? We don’t have a grandma we wanna see our grandma!” Rini pulled the hem of his shirt and he looked down. “Daddy? Rintarou they’re not talking about you right?” His mother asked concerned. “Give me a sec...” he told the kids. “Start picking out your clothes.” He said and they quickly nodded and he went straight to the living room. He sighed and rested his hand on his forehead. “Rintarou talk to me. What’s going on? Did you get someone pregnant?” His mom asked. “Yes—no—it’s complicated I—“ “Rintarou it’s either a yes or a no.” His mom said.

Is this deja vu?

“Alright I’ll be honest. Yes I got a girl pregnant.” He sighed and brushed his hair back with his hand. His mom immediately changed her face to one of disappointment. She wasn’t expecting this when she called her son to ask when he was going to visit again.

“Rintaoru explain.” His moms tone completely changed and he gulped, he didn’t hear you coming from the hall. “Well..remember Y/N? My highschool girlfriend?” He asked. “The girl who’s the reason you were severely depressed and almost suicidal? Yeah how could I forget?” She replied sarcastically and you froze.

Wait...what?

“Well before we broke up we kind of..ya know and so she left and she didn’t tell me about them—“ “SHE DID WHAT?! Where is she I want to talk to her!” His mom raised her voice. “Rin I-“ you spoke up and he turned quickly to see you standing there in your cute outfit.

“Y/N, i need to speak with you.” His mother broke the silence and Rin was about to protest but you snatched his phone away. “Hello Mrs. Suna.” You said awkwardly but she had the same deadpanned expression your ex and kids have. “Why didn’t you tell my idiot son you were pregnant?” She demanded rather than ask. “Well it was because I was heartbroken, alone, and going through something traumatic. My parents kicked me out and I didn’t want Rin to have to drop out to help me support two children.” You said. “Two—“ “I had twins.” You interrupted. “How do you know they’re my sons—“ “He’s the only person I’ve ever slept with and they look exactly like him, ma’am. I assure you they’re his.” You replied.

“I don’t believe you not telling Rin you were pregnant because of your situation is an excuse.” She said. “I know. But I wanted to wait until Rin was more mature—“ “And had money and fame as a pro player right? So you could get money?” She asked and both of your and Rin’s eyes widened. “Excuse me. I’m doing more than fine on my own and I have not asked Rin for anything.”

“What do you do for a living?” She asked as if trying to prove you wrong, “I’m a sports commentator, voice actress and Internet personality. I have my own house and car so don’t you dare accuse me of wanted to take money from Rintarou because I will never ask him for anything then to be in the kids lives—“

“Okay that’s enough—mom please stop. We still have a lot of things to talk about regarding the kids and co-parenting. I need to go, we’re taking them on a field trip.” He said after taking the phone away. “When are you guys both free?” His mother asked. “As a single mother I can assure you that I’m never free.” You replied sassily. “I’m free in two weeks—“ Rin interrupted again before another fight started. “..me too..” you replied after checking your calender on the wall.

“Okay, I want you both in Hyogo with the kids. We need to chat.” She said and hung up. You and Rin just looked at eachother and blinked in shock. Like...did that just happen? The kids peered over the hallway doorpost and frowned. They wanted to meet their grandma.

“We’ll talk later.” You told him and he nodded. You turned back down the hall and mumbled something about getting the kids ready for today. Suna changed back into his clothes from yesterday and when the kids look all presentable and cute you all left.

“I should have know.” You said as you looked at the bright sign that said Onigiri Miya. Rin helped Akira out of the car seat and he chuckled. “Osamu’s food is bomb and you know it. I get a best friend discount either way.” He shrugged as you held Rini’s hand and Rin held Akiras hand and you both walked to the shop.

“Hmm? What a surprise!” Osamu spoke up when the bell chimed. “Good morning uncle Samu!” The kids giggled and let go to run to the counter. “How are my favorite munchkins?” He asked as they smiled and looked at the pictured food in amazement.

They act like you never feed them and when you do they just eat two bites and they’re “full”.

“Sup.” “Yo.” Suna and Osamu greeted. “Good morning Osamu.” You said politely and he smiled. “Good morning Y/N.” He replied. “When Suna didn’t come back last night I got a bit worried and he didn’t answer my texts till this morning but I’m glad he was with you.” Osamu said and you didn’t see Suna’s small blush. “Oh well the kids really wanted him to sleep over so he reluctantly agreed and we just called it a night.” You chuckled and he nodded. In the car, Suna told you his situation. He’s currently being transferred over to Tokyo in a different team and his lease ended so instead of getting another lease he moved out and he’s crashing with Osamu for a bit.

While you both talked you couldn’t see the look your kids were giving eachother. The opportunity was perfect and they’re going to take full advantage of it.

Finally you and Rin decided on what to order as well as the kids and you all sat down patiently. Rin was showing the kids pictures of his dog, Chewy. It was short for Chewbacca and you sighed at how much of a nerd Suna really is. But yet again that was another thing you guys bonded over back then.

Soon the food arrived and the kids loved it, you loved it. Rin obviously loved it. It was just so freaking good. “How much was the food again? So I can pay half.” You asked after wiping your mouth and Suna frowned. “I told you I got it.” He flicked your forehead and you smacked his hand. “Oww.” You whined. “It’s free cuz you demanded that I give you free food when I opened my restaurant, remember?” Osamu spoke up from the counter and you squinted. “But—“ “No if’s, but’s, or coconuts. I’m not charging Rin today.” Osamu said and you told him a small thank you.

“Y/N the ticket booth is this way..” Rin pointed out as you walked to the gates. “I came prepared.” You said and pulled out the QR code’s on your phone. “Mama still gets nervous talking to strangers sometimes so she usually is prepared.” It didn’t take long for everyone to go through the gates and Rin realized you have to had payed for his ticket.

He kept bugging throughout the day that he could pay for everyone instead but you smacked his arm and pointed at your kids in the distance. They were at the kids section where they could touch starfish and Akira was obviously a little bit nervous. But Rini was there guiding her hand and making sure she was using the two fingers to pet the animals.

“Rini may be a bit of an airhead but he always remembers that he’s a big brother and he’s always there for Akira when she’s nervous or scared..” you told him and his heart melted. They were just so cute. “Um..excuse me..Suna Rintarou...hi I’m a big fan and I was wondering if I can take a photo or get an autograph..” a small voice said and you turned to see a teenage boy.

“Sure dude.” Suna smiled softly and the guy took out his phone for a selfie, “I can take the picture.” You spoke up and the teenager gasped.” “Kageyama Y/N! Oh my god, are you really cousins with Tobio? Or do you just happen to have the same last name? I love listening to your podcasts and the yandere video game that your in is amazing!” He began to geek out and you laughed. “Yeah Tobio and I are cousins, and thanks for the support! You’re a man of culture I see.” You joked.

There was a slight pause of realization with him and he gasped. “Oh..am I interrupting your date?” He asked and looked between you both.

“Yes.”

“No.”

He tilted his head confused and you held Rin’s hand and hugged his arm. Your chest practically engulfed his arm and he almost had a nose bleed. “We went to the same highschool together so we’re catching up with a small date.” You said causing Suna’s face to turn bright red. The boy apologized for bothering and he took a selfie with you both and left.

You quickly let go and you put some distance between you both. Suna began fanning his face and you tried to hide your blush. Out of everything you could do, why would you do that?!

“I don’t know if you wanna tell the world that you have two kids or that you got some chick pregnant in highschool.” You told him. “You weren’t some chick, and I honestly don’t care if people know.” He said and you sighed and turned back to your kids. “But if you’re gonna keep doing that then it’s fine.” He said and you turned back to see him covering his mouth in shock. “I said that out loud didn’t I?” He asked and you nodded.

This was going to be a long day.

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kareofbears · 3 years

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plainly in truth, chapter 5/5

"Without you around, it's sorta like stuff is just kinda...bleh."

Or: hiding, confiding, and misguiding.

read the final chapter below or the entire work on ao3

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“Help us, Saras—” a stream of coughing rings out, eating up the rest of the words.

“What the hell happened!?”

“I don’t know! One minute he was kicking ass, and the next—”

“He’s down! Oracle, scan him for signs of life.”

Their voices sound far and muffled, like he was under a foot of ice.

“He’s alive, I know he is. Kikur…” More coughing, wet and almost retching. “Dammit!”

“Skull hasn’t moved in ages and we pumped him with more Diaharan than we know what to do with!”

“Then why isn’t he moving?”

He feels like he got hit with back-to-back garbage trucks, all fully loaded with an entire city’s trash and was going eighty down the freeway.

“I...I don’t know…!”

“Why not? Why the hell not?”

“Joker!”

“Unicorn—” Actual retching comes this time, sporadically. “Why isn’t—!”

“Please stop! You’re only going to get yourself hurt!”

“Akira. Quit it, or I’ll cast a Dormin so strong you’ll wake up next year.”

A groan escapes his lips, and all arguing stops.

“Oh thank god,” Makoto’s voice sighs in relief. “Skull? Can you hear us?”

“Skull?” A leather-clad hand touches his cheek. “Are you with me?”

Ryuji suddenly bolts upright. “Konoe!” The whole world lurching sideways but he ignores the nausea. “Where is he?”

“Gone,” Yusuke replies. He’s looking slightly better than when he last saw him, able to stand on his feet again. “Disappeared, just like the rest of them. In no small part thanks to you.”

“It was more than that,” Haru disagrees. “It was nearly completely thanks to him. Your last battle with him was quite a spectacle.”

“It really was,” Sophia agrees. “You got hit near the end, though.”

“Oh,” he forces a laugh. “My bad. Must’ve worried you guys. Thanks for the heal.”

“‘Thanks for the heal’?”

Any levity that was present gets sucked away as Akira pulls his hand away from him, expression unreadable. “It wasn’t just a heal, Ryuji. It was a Recarm.”

He winces, eyes darting away. “That must’ve been scary for you,” he mutters. “Sorry.”

“I’m not interested in an apology. I’m looking for an explanation.”

“What am I supposed to explain? He caught me off guard, it happens. I might be good, but I’m not getting out of a fight with the creator of the Metaverse Part Two without a scratch.”

“It was a scratch. I’ve seen you take bullets better than that,” Akira says flatly. “The strangest thing about all this is that I think you knew about this. I think you knew what would happen if you got hit, no matter how light it was.”

Do not panic. Do not panic. “Spit it out. What are you trying to say?”

“I think something’s up and you’re hiding something from me.”

“Guys,” Futaba whispers. “Don’t fight.”

Akira turns on her, taking in her expression for a long moment before his eyes widen. “You know about it,” he realizes.

“What?!”

“You knew that he changed, and you didn’t tell me.” His eyes flashed. “Futaba, he could’ve died, and you didn’t say anything.”

“Stop it.” Ann’s voice was low and hard. “Don’t take out what you’re feeling on her.”

Looking away from Futaba, Akira scans each and everyone of their faces, and it dawns on him. “You knew.” Hurt takes up every syllable, heavy but small at the same time. “You all knew, and nobody told me. I can’t believe this.”

“Don’t get mad at them,” Ryuji snaps. There’s no way he’s letting his friends take the fall for his own actions. “You’re getting worried over nothing. I took a hit—that’s it. Bad guy defeated, let’s move on.”

“I’m not moving on if people on my team, people that I thought I could trust are hiding things from me,” he insists. “Especially you. Dammit, Ryuji, I thought I could trust you!”

His stomach doesn’t twist. Instead, a gigantic pair of scissors made up of Akira’s words goes ahead and snips off his stomach from his intestines, and he’s free falling with nowhere to crash land.

“What the fuck else do you want from me?” Everyone but Akira flinches at his words. “I beat Konoe, didn’t I? You were worried about that, you wanted to retreat because you thought I wouldn’t be able to do it, but I did it!”

“What I want from you is to be safe. That’s it.”

“But that shouldn’t be the only thing you want! Don’t you want us to win? Don’t you want us to be able to finish what we started?”

Akira shakes his head, frustrated, and starts rummaging through his pockets.

“What are you doing?”

“We aren’t fighting here.” A Goho-M flashes in his palm, and before anyone can say anything, they blink and suddenly they’re at the entrance of the Jail again. “Everyone, get out.”

Ryuji glares at him as the rest scurries to the entrance as quickly as possible without making it look like they’re making a run for it. Akira stares back.

“...Fine.”

The familiar but unpleasant swirl between the transition of the Jail and the real world takes over them, feeling their cells tear apart from each other before instantly clicking back into place, and then they were at the foot of the Tenboto tower.

Akira’s eyes don’t leave his. “Everyone who isn’t Ryuji, go find something else to do. We need some time to talk.”

Nobody questions it except for Futaba. “Um, do you want me to take—”

He shoves his hand in his pocket and throws his phone at her. Usually, the rose gold shade always makes him crack a smile, but he doesn’t even look at it this time. “Here.”

When she still doesn’t leave, Akira spares her a glance. “What is it?”

“Don’t...don’t be too harsh on him.”

“Don’t push it. I’m still upset that you didn’t say anything about this.”

Futaba’s head falls downwards as she walks away, Sophia in tow.

“So?” Ryuji crosses his arms. “Are we good?”

“No, we are not good, Ryuji. You argued with me over something stupid, spat in my face and deliberately went against with what I knew would be better for all of us, and worse than all of that, you knew that your defense is down by an insane amount.”

“Who cares if it’s down! Get the fuck over it, we already won.”

Akira's jaw goes slack. “Who are you? Why are you acting like this? What’s gotten into your head that you’re trying to pretend that I don’t care about your health and your safety?”

“Because you shouldn’t,” he insists. “You’re slowing the rest of us down by doing this whole hero schtick—if you just focus on what we need to do rather than something like my god damn endurance then things would go so much faster!”

“I don’t give a shit about efficiency, and do you have any idea what it even means for you to have a drastic change in your Persona? Or are you just looking for another stupid thing to argue about?”

He draws back, shame instinctively bubbling at the implication. “No, but it can’t be that damn important for us to be fighting like this.”

“Personas are the strength of the heart,” Akira roughly prods at his chest. “Whatever you’re feeling, whatever you believe in, your Persona would reflect that.”

“Okay? So what?”

A shift overcomes his expression, and Akira closes his eyes. When he speaks, it’s like he’s an ethereal being rather than a boy his age. “You seek power, correct? Since your name has been disgraced already, why not hoist the flag and wreak havoc?”

“The ‘other you’ who exists within desires it thus,” Ryuji finishes, frowning. “Why do you have that memorized?”

“Because I’ve memorized everyone’s awakenings, and because I think that’s the reason why you can’t take a hit anymore but you can throw a punch the way you can,” Akira shoots back. “You awakened your Persona to ‘wreak havoc’ on the people who piss you off, right?”

“Yeah.” His patience is waning thin. “What’s your point?”

“What if that feeling—rage against corrupt adults, your need to wreak havoc on them—what if that gets flipped around and you direct that on yourself?”

“What?” Ryuji shakes his head. “Is that even possible?”

“I can almost guarantee it, because your stats are shuffling like crazy. Your endurance is down, yeah, but do you know what skyrocketed in its place? What nearly tripled?”

“My strength?”

“Exactly. Look, I don’t know what happened, but something has shifted in your heart enough to make you believe that it’s more important to be strong than to keep yourself alive.”

Akira shoves his glasses higher on his nose, and Ryuji swallows when he sees his hand shake. “Tell me. Please. I won’t get mad, or disappointed, or whatever you think I’ll feel if you tell me. I just want you to be honest with me. I want us to work this out.”

It’s the way he says it, like it’s really that simple. Like the two of them can take on any problem together, no matter how big it is, because it’s them. They’re two pieces of a puzzle—they can only ever see the bigger picture when they both click into place. It would be easy, because Akira makes it easy.

A droplet of rain lands hard on his shoulder. He opens his mouth.

“Just because I’m not telling you something, doesn’t it mean gives you the right to hound the fuck out of me until I cave.”

Akira recoils like he’s been slapped in the face. “I just want to understand.”

“And I just want you to leave me alone, okay?” He wipes away the rain from his face only for it to be replaced almost immediately. “You don’t—you just don’t fucking get it, Kurusu. You have no idea what it’s like being a piece of shit, you have no idea what it’s like being a moron, with everyone hating you—”

What? He doesn’t mean that. Of course Akira gets it. That’s how they got to know each other in the first place.

“You don’t know what it’s like to hear so much shit about you wherever you go—”

That’s not true, either. Why is he saying this?

“To have no one even take a look at you, to be a ghost, to not even exist anymore—”

Are you kidding? That’s all Akira lives through in his hometown.

Ryuji levels a gaze at him, chest burning. “You don’t know what it’s like being nothing,” he finishes.

Akira stands there, staring at him, refusing to wipe the rain away from his face. His mouth opens, before closing again, and shakes his head. His movements are jerky and stilted.

When Akira looks up, his eyes are empty. “You don’t know a single thing about me.”

He turns around and walks away without another word, leaving Ryuji to stand alone, drenched in the rain and feeling like gasoline is eating through his chest, and all he can do is burn.

Osaka has bright lights and has the scent of mouth-watering in its every nook and cranny, but the only thing Ryuji can process right now is the squelch of his socks with every step he takes.

He’s only vaguely aware that he’s moving, traversing through Dotonbori in a hazed state. It’s like his consciousness left his body, trapped and distant, the burning in his chest turned into something smoldering, filling his entire being with suffocating smoke.

Ryuji’s spent who knows how long staggering through the streets, unfamiliar sights with unfamiliar people, and none of it has the same excitement that normally comes with them visiting a new place. The rain hasn’t let up, and his t-shirt has long since been soaked through. His body is still crazy sore, with his ankles begging for rest, but the idea of stopping makes him nauseous.

A large body hits his shoulder, and it nearly knocks him sideways. “Watch where you’re going, dumbass.”

“S-sorry,” he manages, but the stranger is already gone by the time he finishes.

Ryuji scrubs his eyes and looks up, surprised that he isn’t horrifically lost. He’s at one of the dual bridges in Dotonbori, a place that he recognizes because he and Ann stuffed their faces with so much takoyaki they could barely breathe afterwards.

His body sags against the bridge’s concrete railing, exhaustion making itself known, forearms pressed in an odd angle that he knows is going to leave weird patterns etched into his skin. In his pocket, his phone buzzes angrily, but he ignores it.

He scrubs his eyes again, harder. He hasn’t cried, which sucks. In fact, he hasn’t even felt the familiar panic build up in him, and he didn’t even know it was possible to miss that feeling. The feeling of something other than the gaping hole inside of him, only getting bigger.

For the first time in his life, he wishes he was angry, just so he can stop feeling this never-ending plane of nothing.

That’s a lie, actually—there’s some anger, too. A lot of it. At himself.

His phone buzzes again, and Ryuji can’t even muster a meager response. I’m fine, don’t worry, is what he’s supposed to say.

Bullshit. All he can ever do is say bullshit, over and over again.

Pressing his forehead against the edge of the concrete, he grits his teeth, staring down at his hands, miserable and desperate for something to take away this gnawing feeling inside of him, eating its way through his gut like an insatiable parasite. He tries focusing on the waves lapping against the stone below him, on the pitter-patter of the rain that’s coating his skin, on the chatter from the people behind him, but he can’t because all he can see behind his eyelids is the hurt in Akira’s face and the crack in his voice when he spoke and it’s Ryuji’s fault because he fucking sucks and he’s incapable of keeping anything good in his life and he’s trying to cry but it’s not coming, why isn’t he crying, please let him get some fucking relief, why can’t he cry—

A shadow casts over him, and he’s about to move out of the way when shoes enter his periphery. Standard sneakers except for colorful beads tied into the shoelaces.

“Yo,” Futaba greets, holding an umbrella over him.

Ryuj tries for a laugh, but it comes out hollow and pathetic. “You track my phone?”

“No.” There’s a pause. “Akira mentioned that you have a thing for bridges.”

His heart goes utterly still, before beating into overdrive. “Leave me alone,” he finds himself saying. “Just fucking get out of here, Futaba.”

“No.”

“No?” It’s sick how fiercely glad he is to be able to grasp onto anger like a lifeline. “I don’t want to be around anyone, don’t you get it? Leave me alone, Jesus, I thought you were supposed to be the smart one in the group.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“And why not?”

“Because you didn’t leave me, even when I really, really wanted you to.” The gaze behind her eyes is unreadable. “You dragged me out of my tomb, screaming and kicking, but you didn’t let go.”

His lungs tightened up. “I don’t want to be around anyone right now,” he says weakly.

“Then I’m not here.” Futaba readjusts her grip on the umbrella, careful that he was still covered. She trains her eyes on a random point in the distance, away from him. “No one’s here. I’m just another stranger, and you’re just some guy who’s talking to the rain.”

They stand there for a while, unspeaking. Each passing second lets the aggravation seep out of him, bit by bit.

“Can…” he tries eventually. Maybe he can let it out, just a little bit. Enough to stop the boiling froth from spilling over the pot, maybe the water would stop rising. “Can I ask you a question?”

When she doesn’t answer, he looks down into the black water.

“What’s it like hating yourself?” he asks. “Like, really, really hating yourself. All you want to do is hide, in your room or away from everyone else. You don’t want to die, you don’t want to disappear, either. You just want to...stop. To the point where you don’t even know what you want anymore—do you want to just keep hiding? Do you want to tell everyone, to finally let someone know? To let the one person who fucking matters know what’s happening to you?”

A boat passes underneath them, and he can see a couple drinking together, laughing. “Isn’t it so embarrassing? You failed so fucking much, and you’re only making it worse by hiding it from everyone. You hid it so much, you were so unwilling to let them know, that you actually ran the damn risk of them leaving.”

The last of Ryuji’s resolve, weak as it was already, crumbles. Something inside Ryuji cracks, and his eyes are wide, so wide they might roll out of their sockets. “I couldn’t tell him, Futaba,” he rasps out. “I couldn’t—what if he leaves me? What if I lose the only damn thing that made my life something worth getting out of my room for? What’s going to happen when he realizes I’m nothing more than the kid with the fucked up leg who failed high school?”

Futaba continues to listen in silence, unable to hold back the streams of hot tears running down her cheeks.

“He loves me,” he says this with an unshakeable force, an unforeseen barrier unwilling to be broken down by anything. “I know that for a fact. But—” he sucks in a breath, and before he can stop himself, he leans his body over the bridge.

“I’m so fucking selfish!” he yells. “I can’t! I can’t tell him! I can’t face another failure, I can’t do it, it’s going to kill me, I swear to god. I failed myself, I failed all of you,” he wildly gestures at her. “I failed my mom, but I can’t fail him. Not him, anyone but him.”

“Sir Sakamoto Ryuji.”

He turns his head to her with a crumpled expression, and she wipes her face with her sleeve before grabbing his hand, pulling him away from the bridge. Ryuji is too surprised to resist. ”W-what?”

She doesn’t turn back, and despite her hoarse voice, her words don’t shake. “I will not let you continue your great sin of wrath unto yourself. You cannot,” she tugs harder, and he stumbles forward. “You cannot keep yourself in this, this darkness of hatred and anger, and thus I, Sakura Futaba, a member of the Phantom Thieves, have decided to intervene.”

“Was—” It took a lot of effort, but he composed himself enough to keep up with her short legs. “Was that a calling card?”

“You’re damn right it is, with or without the fancy paper.” Futaba glances back, and her eyes are shining and determined. “I wasn’t ready at all when you guys showed up in my room to take my heart, but good thing you did, because that was exactly what I needed. So here I am dragging you out, kicking and all. You’re going to tell Akira—”

“I can’t,” he pleads, weakly crossing the street when she keeps pulling. “Dude, I just told you why I absolutely cannot.”

“You’re going to, and that’s final.”

“No!”

And to his absolute shock, she stops in the middle of the road, expression defiant. Cars honk and flip them off, but it does nothing to deter her.

“Get out of the way!” he screams, roughly pulling at her, but Futaba doesn’t budge. “Get off the road!”

“Welcome to my ultimatum: I’m not moving until you go to him!” she points directly at him, ignoring the way headlights flash over her and puddles splash on her shorts. “You say he loves you? Cool, now prove to him that you love him.”

Ryuji rolls up his sleeves. “I’m going to carry you off of the street, you gremlin.”

“Try me, because I’m going to scream so loud,” she says seriously, and he knows she is.

“You’re insane!” he yells back, because she is.

“And you’re a moron, and it’s not because you couldn’t do academic whatnot!” Her glare is hot steel and he’s nothing more than a warm stick of butter. “He’s known you since day one, has seen you at bedrock level, and he’s still following you around like you’re some kind of queen bee and he’s the hive. You’re going to talk to him, or I swear on my mom’s grave that I’m going to jump in front of a big truck and you’re gonna have to be the one to explain to everyone why I died.”

Screw it. He rushes forward, picks her up and, because she’s never been one to back down in anything, she screams from the top of her lungs until he eventually sets her down on the other side of the road.

“Hey!” she stomps her foot. “That’s cheating!”

“Are you out of your damn mind?”

“No more than you, you clown!” she yells. “Why don’t you want to tell him?!”

“I already told you why!”

“Then what if he felt the same? What if this happened to him, and he kept it from you this entire time?”

The thought is enough to make him feel uneasy. “He doesn’t feel the same.”

“But what if he did?” Futaba insists.

“Then of course I’d want to know,” he answers before he can stop himself, and quickly adds, “But he doesn’t.”

“If he was, though, then you—” she prods his chest. “Are hurting him. You’re hurting him, and I thought you loved him, and I thought you didn’t want to disappoint him. You’re a gigantic hypocrite, and screw being a bad boyfriend,” she spits the word as if eager to rid it off her tongue. “You’re being a really freaking bad best friend.”

They stare each other down, with Futaba breathing hard and him, completely unseeing.

“You’re right.”

“I’m always right,” she says immediately. “But elaborate.”

“I’m being a really, really bad best friend.” His fingers make their way to the root of his hair and starts pulling. “I made this entire thing about me, and my problems.”

“To be fair, they were pretty big problems.”

“Yeah but...holy shit, I completely—I completely forgot that this trip is about Akira and to make sure that he’s smiling, and happy, and stress-free and—I fucked all of that to hell.”

“You did,” she agrees, relentless. “Totally screwed the pooch, but hey, you know what? There’s a big plus sign to all of this:” Futaba throws up jazz hands weakly. “You can still fix this!”

“I can still fix this…” he repeats, in a daze, and he slaps his face with both hands. “I can still fix this, dammit! This isn’t going to be another failure; I’m going to take this,” he wildy gesticulates around himself. “And shred it down so Akira doesn’t have to worry anymore. I’ll talk to him, he’ll understand, and we’re going to have a fan-fucking-tastic rest of the summer vacation, even if my life is horrible and falling apart.”

She nods enthusiastically. “But we can all fix it together once we get back home. One step at a time. First,” she levels him with a look. “You’re going to talk to Akira.”

“I have to. He’s had my back since day one, and I promise I’d do anything for him.” Even if it means showing himself, every ugly part of himself, to the most amazing person that’s ever walked on planet earth. The panic twitches inside of him, coming alive again, but he doesn’t push it away. He lets that feeling wash over him, that adrenaline, and he starts jumping on his feet. “I’m going to talk to Akira,” he announces, looking around to see any place that Akira’s eye might catch. “I need to find him, ASAP.”

“Say no more.” She pulls up her phone. “This won’t take more than two minutes.”

Glancing around wildly, something catches his attention, and he grins. “No need. I know exactly where he is.”

“You do?” A hard slap lands on his back, pushing him forward with a yelp. “Then go! Run to him! Get out of your tomb, Ryuji! I’ll see you on the other side!”

He takes a few steps forward, before turning around and quickly taking Futaba in a hug. “Love you, shorty,” he says seriously.

“I love you too.” She hugs him back tightly before letting go. “Get out of here before you find a new insecurity to change your mind.”

Ryuji opts to ignore that last bit and sets off, sneakers slapping the wet concrete as he runs, Tenboto Tower already in his sights.

“Akira!”

Everyone jumps as he slams the glass entrance open, loud and unyielding as he runs past tourists, wildly taking in each of their faces and pausing at none of them. He sucks at everything—at school, at being a good friend, at basic communication. But this? Facing public humiliation in front of strangers?

“Akira!”

He can do this any day of the week.

Nervous employees start to approach him and Ryuji books it before they can get close. Not on the ground floor, but he knew that before he even came in here. Elevator, he thinks, skidding to a halt to see that it’s already six floors up. It would take too long.

Letting out a sharp breath, he lets his feet take him to the stairwell, apathetic to the fact that he’s about to sprint up eighty-eight meters.

He’s an idiot. A moron. World’s biggest buffoon. That doesn’t surprise anyone, least of all him.

The soles of his sneakers squeak as it slaps against concrete stairs, using the railing to propel him up faster.

And he hates it. He fucking hates being the dumb one so much that it hurts.

A couple that was making out screams when he barely dodges them, and he doesn’t even have it in him to be embarrassed.

He wants nothing more than to bury that part of him. Shamefully, completely. Like a corpse, or some ancient artifact. Gone for the rest of time.

Sweat streams down his back and it’s gross and he doesn’t care, not one damn bit.

But if burying it means destroying what he built with Akira? If scrambling to hide actually makes things worse when the only thing he wanted was to preserve what the two of them have?

His throat is drying up and he can feel his thighs about to split in half, but he keeps going, keeps running.

Then screw it—the whole world is about to know what a big failure he is.

Ryuji bursts through the door to the top deck, gasping for breath and dozens of heads turn to him. Gulping down as much air as his lungs can take in, “Akira!?” he booms, and he knows he’s being an asshole but he doesn’t care right now.

Nothing happens. He grits his teeth and starts running again, soaked shoes ruining plush carpet as he looks for a familiar patch of messy hair. Ryuji evades tourists left and right, around gift shop stalls and hundred yen telescopes, ignoring the picturesque view from the huge glass windows. Just like he thought—from up here, it looks eerily like you were overlooking the entire city of Tokyo if you were desperate for any sense of familiarity.

And that’s exactly what Akira had needed at the time.

Come on, come on. He’s about to hit a full circle around the observation deck and he still hasn’t spotted him. I know you’re here. There’s no way that you’d be anywhere else in the city.

Ryuji takes in another breath, ready to yell out his name for the upteenth time, when he sees an open balcony, nearly empty except for a boy leaned over the parapet, eerily still and barely underneath the glass covering above him.

Despite his earlier fervor, Ryuji slows down to a walking pace, chest heaving and feeling like his heart is going to burst.

It’ll be okay. It’s him.

He takes his place beside him, mimicking his pose, leaning over the cool metal railings. Akira doesn’t even look up, which is what he deserves, really. The wind is light, and the city sparkles below them.

No games. No bullshit. Just him and his best friend.

“I failed second-year,” he says. “And also I think I’m at a real, real low point in my life.”

Akira’s face flits in mild surprise, but Ryuji doesn’t stop, doesn’t want to give himself an out.

He starts from the very beginning—from getting called into his homeroom, to Ushimaru giving him a look that said he expected this because that’s ‘just the type of student he is’, to hiding it from his mom, from Ann, from him. He tells him how being alone is tiring, but being with people is exhausting.

And the tears. The minute he started talking, the tears came and kept coming no matter how many times he wiped it away. At first he thought it was from humiliation, at the guilt from keeping it from Akira. But after a while, he realizes that keeping this huge, weighty, life-altering secret from Akira was hurting him, too. It’s like the entire sky got lifted off of him, and he can finally breathe again. For the first time, he feels relieved.

Akira stands there, silent the entire time, not looking at him but he knows he’s soaking in every word that he’s saying.

Ryuji stands up straight and faces him. His voice is barely above a whisper, used up and crackled like dried out stone. “Akira, I’m so, so sorry. I said horrible shit and I kept you in the dark for so long, and-and I forced everyone not to say anything because of my own issues, and I could’ve—” he flinches when he remembers feeling his life deplete out of him from a single hit. “I could’ve died, dude. And I kept it from you over something so petty like being bad at algebra. I know I shouldn’t have kept it from you. I know that now, and hindsight is a bit of a bastard.” He looks down, sees people from below, small as ants. “There’s no good excuse, I get that. It’s just...I was fucking terrified, dude. Of whatever you see in me fading away once you see me for what I actually am.”

Ruffling his own hair, he lets out a long breath. “Alright. I’m done. It’s your turn, if you want it.”

“Is that really how you feel?” Akira asks, emotionless.

“With my entire body.”

His feelings are twisted together between shock that he actually did it, and earth-shattering fear that something bad might happen. No, Akira would never in a million years openly mock him, but he can easily imagine a small, faint smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. An it’s okay. I get it. A shallow hug and a kiss on the cheek. An obligatory comfort that Akira feels he has to give but Ryuji never wanted.

But what he didn’t expect was for Akira to suddenly start laughing.

Ryuji stares in shock as his shoulders, always straight back, hunches in on itself, shaking uncontrollably, hands instinctively flitting to his mouth but unable to hold in the snort that escapes through his lips.

“Uh,” he asks, confused. “What?”

“I—” Akira tries, but doubles over, gripping the metal railing. “Give me a second, sorry—”

They stand there for a few long minutes, Ryuji bewildered and Akira laughing harder than he’s ever seen him. Whenever he looks like he’s about to finish, Akira gives him a look, and starts laughing uncontrollably again.

Eventually, he sobers up enough to resume his earlier position. “Ryuji,” the smile is still stuck on his lips. “I love you.”

“...Okay?” he replies, still lost.

“And I’ve been in therapy since April.”

The entire world halts to a grinding, screeching halt.

“You’re—” Ryuji fumbles. “You’ve been in what?”

“Therapy.”

“Why?!” When Akira raises an eyebrow at him, he backtracks a little. “Okay, I didn’t mean to say it like that. It’s just...surprising.”

He can’t even imagine what kind of metaphor he’d have to use to begin explaining the complexities of a Persona and Palaces. “Is it tough trying to explain all of this?”

“It’s not about the Metaverse or anything,” he says, and, with the slight mirth still stuck on his features, “It’s because I’ve been depressed for a few months now.”

About a trillion questions want to fly out of his mouth right now, but he settles on one for now. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Akira looks up, staring at the few specks of stars that still poke out despite the light pollution of any big city in Japan. “I just think,” he starts. “That I’m really, really lonely.”

Before Ryuji can say anything, he cuts him off with a look. “Please don’t blame yourself.”

“I won’t.”

“Good,” he says, relaxing. “Because it’s not your fault, or anyone else’s. I’ve just…It’s been hard, going back to that life after living such a good one in Tokyo. When I finally came back home, it’s like I was stuck in a time loop. Every day that I stay there,” he stares down at his hands. “Is another day that everyone’s moving on without me.”

Ryuji nearly bites his tongue off in an effort to hold himself back. Move on? Without Akira? Not a snowflake’s chance in hell.

“It didn’t help that no one would even look me in the eye there,” he continues. “It got to the point where the days just blended together, the same cycle of nothing, the same day of being alone, over and over again. Worrying about being forgotten, being trapped and stuck.” Akira’s pale cheeks turn red. “Eventually, my grades started dropping,” he admits. “My parents noticed, because of course they did, and…”

Akira curls his fingers around the bar. “They threatened that they wouldn’t let me go if it stayed down.”

“Son of a bitch,” he hisses, unable to help himself. “What the hell, man?”

“I know,” he agrees. “Bad move on their part, considering that it got even worse after they said that. It’s...it’s actually why I’m getting tutoring now. Not necessarily for Tokyo U, but I really do plan on going to a Tokyo-based university. Because if I don’t…” he trails off.

“I am the only person in the world who isn’t allowed to say this, but,” Ryuji shakes his head. “Why didn’t you say anything, Akira? I could’ve visited you more, or had more phone calls, or, I don’t know. Something to help.” To help you the way you helped me.

“Good question,” he muses, slightly amused. “Alright. Imagine this. You’re a new kid in town with a criminal record. Everyone hates you, more than they usually do, and you were starting to accept that your life is just going to be like this. But suddenly, a guy comes barreling into your life.” Akira’s expression softens. “He’s loud, tough, and extremely cute, and next thing you know, he became your best friend. You don’t know what he sees in you, you don’t know what you did to make him approach you in the first place, but the only thing you know for sure—”

“Is that you’re never letting him go,” Ryuji finishes for him. “Even if it means hiding yourself away, yeah?”

Ryuji’s gazing down at the city beneath them, unseeing. He can’t react the way he wants to, but what the fuck.

Akira is the best person he’s ever met and he’s pretty sure at least twenty other people scattered around the streets of Tokyo would agree with him on that. Yet he hid such a massive secret from Ryuji because he thought that Ryuji would leave him? That’s beyond ridiculous. That’s messed up, that’s—

Ryuji looks up to see that Akira’s already looking back at him, a knowing look in his eyes.

“Yup,” Akira tries to pull it off like he was scratching his cheek, but the shine of the tear makes it obvious. “You got me.”

Finally, Ryuji cracks.

“I’m—” he chokes, wracked with grief. “I’m so fucking sorry. I am so, so sorry, you were going through so much and I didn’t even—”

Akira takes a step back, shocked. “Why are you the one apologizing? I’m the one who was too busy wallowing to notice that you had changed enough that your Persona—”

“Because you’re depressed, and I should’ve been there to help you!”

“And I said that it was never your fault!”

“That doesn’t matter, I should’ve helped you go through that, wait outside the clinic with you, I don’t know!”

“And I made you think that I would have left you if you failed high school, which is insane—!”

“Kurusu, I lied to you. I lied to your face, I said so much shit, I jeopardized the entire team all because I didn’t want to lose you—”

“Don’t,” he pleads. “I know why you did it, but me? I don’t have an excuse. I’m your leader—”

“I’m your partner—”

“I’m your best friend—”

“And I didn’t notice!” they both finish in unison, distraught and breaths heaving, hearts pounding in time with each other, always together.

And then they both laugh; it’s teary, wet, and they probably look insane to any tourist ten feet from them, but they’re cracking up because it’s hilarious. It’s absolutely hysterical that either of them ever believed that they would leave the other over something so stupid as their own perception of themselves.

Ryuji sobers up first, grin so wide that it’s hurting his cheeks. “Can I apologize one last time?”

“No,” he says, voice tender. “I’ve heard enough sorrys to last a lifetime.”

“Come on! Just one more!”

“Just one more,” he relents.

He throws his arm around Akira, squeezing him tight against his side. “I’m sorry that I’m apparently the most good-looking guy you’ve ever seen that you instantly fell in love with me.”

“Dammit,” Akira tries shoving him off weakly. “I knew you were gonna use that against me.”

“Damn right.” He kisses his forehead, gentle despite the rough grip.

“Can I apologize too?”

“Copycat. You can apologize once.”

“Okay.” Hugging Ryuji’s torso, they’re close enough that neither can feel the chill of the wind. “I’m sorry this happened to us,” he says seriously.

Pulling back, Ryuji frowns. “Dude!”

“I know, I know, what a downer. But it’s true.”

“It’s true,” he agrees. “But we can work on this. Together, this time. Like a couple of smart, capable people.”

“That sounds fantastic,” Akira murmurs before leaning forward and catching his lips. He tastes like rainwater and heat. He can feel his own lips twitch into a smile, and the vibration of Akira’s chuckle against his throat. It’s familiar, memorized, but he still makes sure to relearn it every time.

They kiss so deep that the hole inside Ryuji’s chest is full enough to burst.

“Kaboom!” Futaba had said.

The booming sound of a firework rings from up top, illuminating their faces in bright colors in the night. It reflects shades of red, yellow, blue and pink all over the surface of the water like paint buckets that got toppled over in a kindergarten classroom.

Ryuji’s chin is tilted up, watching them explode and take over his entire view of the sky. It’s almost blinding, but he can’t peel his eyes away from them even when he can feel them drying up.

It’s the last day of summer—his worst nightmare.

A purple one sparkles, the sound of the explosion delayed by half a second. He leans his head against Akira’s shoulder, lip quirking up when he feels weight pressing against the crown of his skull.

It’s the last day of summer, but he can’t feel anything but the warmth at his side, fingers intertwined with his, the ringing in his ears. Everything feels more real than they had in the last few months, the haze shifting away, the fog thinning out.

His heart beats strong in his chest. A hand squeezes his tightly.

Kaboom.

The sweat on the back of Ryuji’s neck is thick as he climbs the stairs into the attic of Leblanc, the heat just as intense as it was this time last year.

Stray beams of light poured in from the open window of what has turned into a study cave for any of the thieves to use—cram books of trigonometry to art theory lined the shelves, the walls lined with study good luck charms that they had hoarded from any shrines that they had visited, and day-old tea cups and coffee mugs littered the desks.

Amidst all of that sat Akira, elbows propped up on the table, expression serious. “Happy last day of school,” he says, voice monotone, staring at the thick, impressive envelope in front of him.

“‘Happy’ my ass,” Ryuji flops down on the seat next to him, wood creaking under the sudden weight, nodding at the parchment. “Is that it?”

“If it isn’t, it’s going to be one insane train ride back home to get it.”

“I don’t know how you did it, man. I would’ve torn that thing open the minute I got it.”

Akira gives him an alarmed look. “You didn’t—”

He puts his hands up in surrender, holding a much thinner, yet somehow just as weighty sealed envelope between his fingers before throwing it down with the other. “I didn’t.”

“Good.” Akira doesn’t quite relax, but he lets out a breath. “So.”

“So,” he repeats, a little wobbly. “Moment of truth, huh? Either you got into school…”

“And you passed second-year.”

“Or we don’t.”

The silence that follows is heavy, contemplative, coating the air with something thick and hard to swallow.

Ryuji slams his hand on the table, gut twisting and knotting tightly. “Let’s fucking do this.”

They both reach forward to their corresponding envelopes, hands shaking but neither comment on it. Akira opens his first, and Ryuji very nearly bites it open just to get it over with. He’s suddenly glad that he’s sitting for this. His knees would’ve given out for sure.

Eventually, he finally gets it out of the envelope. His vision blurs as he starts scanning through the letter, eyes flitting all over the page looking for a few choice words, and his breathing stops cold.

He raises his head in time with Akira, and their eyes are wide. A wind chime clinks somewhere behind them.

“I got in,” Akira whispers.

“I passed,” Ryuji whispers back.

They stare at each other for a moment, before they explode.

Immediately, Ryuji jumps out of his chair and lifts Akira clean off his seat. “You got in!” he cries, and he’s not even embarrassed at the horrendous crack in his voice. “You bastard, I knew you could do it!”

“You passed,” Akira throws his arms around his neck and clings, so tight he can barely breathe. “I knew it, I could feel it, I knew you had it!”

Ryuji grasps the back of his hair, still spinning. “I’m so happy for you, I’m so happy for you,” he chants, his entire body feeling weak with relief and unencumbered joy but he knows he’d never drop him. “You fucking did it.”

“And you fucking did it!” He starts planting kisses on his head, his cheek, his shoulder, wherever he can reach. “You worked so hard, and you—” another kiss, this time right on his eyelid. “You did it, and I am so, so, so proud of you.”

With whatever last strength Ryuji has, he spins double-time, yelling at the top of his lungs: “Tokyo University, baby!”

“Third-year!” Akira tries, voice barely above his normal volume. “Third-year!”

He sets him down, and the grin on his face is wider than it’s ever been. Ryuji feels like he can eat the entirety of Yongen in one try. “You are—” he holds Akira’s face between both of his hands, face inches from his. “The smartest person on the entire fucking planet.”

“And you—” his eyes are bright, so bright. “Need to call your mom.”

“Shoot!” Ryuji slaps his forehead. “Totally slipped by me. Uh, I’ll—”

“Bathroom works, and Soijro locked up the cafe for us.”

“Boss is the best. I’ll be back,” he turns, headed for the stairs.

“Wait.”

Ryuji looks back only for a hand to hold his nape, pulling him forward. Akira kisses him, still smiling. When they pull away, he says, in a crystal clear voice, “I love you, I love you, and I’m proud of you.”

He could barely reply past the lump in his throat, wanting nothing more than to bury himself in that sentence. “I love you,” he manages. “Don’t go anywhere, okay? I want to keep talking to you.”

“Of course,” Akira says, and Ryuji slips out of his grasp before he can do something stupid, like cry. Again.

Cracking the door open to the tiny powder room of Leblanc, he leans against the wall and catches his expression in the mirror—grinning and flushed with pleasure. It’s a good look.

He hits the speed dial on his phone, and his mom picks up almost immediately. “Did you get the letter?” she rushes out. “Whatever happens, you’re still the best son I could ever ask for, you hear me?”

“Ma,” the reflection’s grin grows impossibly wider. “I passed.”

The screaming from the receiver is loud enough that he had to pull it away from himself, wincing but laughing at her reaction. “I knew it!” her voice sounds years younger. “I knew you could do it!”

The wall is cool behind him, and he shoves his hand in his pocket, embarrassed. “Thanks, ma.”

“Of course, Ryu! Are you happy?”

“Am I happy?” he blinks. “Well, yeah, of course.”

“That’s all I ever wanted,” a noise that sounds suspiciously like a sniffle sounds through. “You could’ve stopped going to school entirely and as long as it made you happy, I’d go along with it.”

Air catches in his throat, awe-struck. He knew how she felt, but having her tell him at face value is something else entirely.

Ryuji’s about to answer when a cascade of voices and footsteps suddenly flow into the cafe, just outside the powder room.

“Akira,” Makoto says gently, audible through thin walls. “Did…?”

He doesn’t catch a reply, but screams and cheers fill up the cafe, dust falling from the ceiling as people start jumping up and down.

“I can hear your friends celebrating from here,” his mom chuckles. “I’ll let you go. Let’s get dinner when you get home, okay?”

“That sounds great,” he says, coughing, brushing the flecks of dried wood off his shoulder. “I’ll see you when I get home.”

He hangs up, sighing happily. After mentally preparing himself, he throws the door open, doorknob slamming against the wall that he prays didn’t leave a dent.

“Is that him?” Haru’s voice flows from above.

“That’s him,” Akira confirms.

Ryuji takes the steps two at a time, welcomed by the sight of everyone clinging to Akira with overjoyed expressions, and they quiet down when they see him.

Ann takes a step forward, gently letting go of Akira’s shoulder. “So?”

He takes a deep breath, makes a big show of kicking the floor boards, before looking up.

“Yeah, I did it.”

An eruption of pure noise goes straight into his eardrums as he’s tackled by arms and bodies, knocking him to the ground. Everyone’s yelling, some are crying, and he can understand exactly zero of what they’re saying but he hugs back as best he can. Through the cracks of shoulders and hair and necks, he can see Akira watching them all in amusement.

With no small amount of struggling, Ryuji wriggles a hand free and extends it to him. Akira doesn’t hesitate to take it, but yelps as he proceeds to get tugged right into the middle of the pile, crashing into three other people and loving every second of it.

Delusion is a real funny thing in hindsight. How could he have ever thought that he had nothing to be proud of? That his list of accomplishments added up to exactly nothing?

Yusuke is reciting victory speeches from wars won long ago while Makoto is listing off scholarships he can apply for in his third-year. Futaba is repeatedly hitting his shoulder, shrieking in his ear while Haru is quietly telling him how proud she is of him. Ann’s already pulling Shiho on speakerphone, and Akira has a look in his eye, a fondness that tells Ryuji that there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

The room is full, and the sun is still streaming through, warm and inviting. He wishes that Ryuji from a year ago could see this, see his friends that are still by his side, that will always be by his side, and rest easy.

#p5 #p5s #ryuji sakamoto #akira kurusu #plainly in truth #fic tag #mine #persona 5 #persona 5 strikers #akiryu #pegoryu #chapter five huh? we actually did it.#shes completed babey

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ragged edges and sharp teeth

Pairing: Akechi Goro/Kurusu Akira, Akechi Goro/Persona 5 Protagonist

Fandom: Persona 5, Persona 5 Royal

Rating: M

Word Count: 3,305

Tags: Hurt/No Comfort, Canon Universe, Implied Sexual Content, Non-Consensual Platonic Affection, References to Underage Drinking, Referenced/Implied Suicide (Goro’s Mother), References to Depression, The six times someone kisses Goro Akechi, and the one time Goro Akechi kisses someone, Shuake Week 2020

Summary:

But in truth, in reality, Goro is selfish. Always will be. He is all ragged edges and sharp teeth, he is rough and all consuming and unrelenting.

And ruining Akira is perhaps his most selfish desire of all.

Shuake Week 2020: Free Day (a six and one prompt)

i. his mother

Goro is six years old and he is crying.

The water is scalding against his skin but that he doesn’t quite mind. He tries to fight the tears but they fall despite his brave efforts to not let them roll down his cheeks. Normally, he likes this place. The bathhouse is usually calm and comforting, and feels a little bit like an adventure when he’s sent here on his own. But tonight, he knows something is wrong .

One of her “ friends ” is over. One of the many he doesn’t like. His mother had that look on her face when she ushered him outside, the kind of look that made him want to stay rooted to the spot, clinging to her leg and begging to not be sent away.

He doesn’t know how long he’s been in this place, time almost doesn’t feel real in the bath. But it’s been long enough for his fingers and toes to prune, for his tears to have (finally) run out, and everyone else to have left. He runs his wrinkled fingertips over the tiles of the tub that are smooth and sleek, and wonders if anyone would come looking for him if he stayed in the water all night.

Probably not.

He sinks another few centimeters so that the water reaches his chin, and thinks about staying.

But he would miss his mother too much, and his eyes sting immensely, and all he wants is to fall asleep with her curled up next to him on his futon. He wouldn’t even mind if she hogged all the covers. It would be enough to know she was with him. That he wouldn’t be alone anymore.

He fumbles his way out of the tub and into his night clothes with clumsy, pruned fingers. The street is empty as he walks back to the complex where he and his mother live. The door is unlocked, but he vigilantly locks it behind him like she taught him. She must have forgotten. Again. But that’s okay! Because Goro can reach the top lock now and knows she must be tired, that’s all.

There are no lights on except for the glare from TV, a forgotten channel making ambient noise he barely notices. He creeps towards her bedroom and slides the door aside to find it empty, to his relief. No strangers left to linger in the space he covets. The next place he knows to check is the bathroom, which is where he finds her laying on the ground. Her head lifts at the noise and her eyes widen when she sees he’s standing in the doorway.

“Go-chan?”

He’s seen his mother like this before. He knows she’s hurting but doesn’t know why (a much older Goro would understand and curse himself for not noticing sooner. But he was six, and a six year old wouldn’t know what to do. He would blame himself anway.). He lays down beside her on the floor and she tucks him underneath her chin. He pretends he doesn’t hear her cry, pretends that he hadn’t just been crying himself, and buries his face in her neck. Her hair is damp but smells like home, floral and fresh in the way that makes his heart ache. He is grateful it's not the lingering scent of cigarettes and sweat that sometimes would stain her skin in ways that would make his stomach churn.

He thinks she’ll be okay this time when he feels a tender kiss on the top of his head, on his temple, on his cheek when she finally pries him away from her throat.

He thinks she’ll be okay when she whispers I love you , against his forehead as she carries him into his room, and helps him get ready for bed.

He thinks she’ll be okay when she leaves a chaste kiss on his lips when they are finally curled up on his futon together, as she brushes away the tears that somehow, some way, had found themselves running down his puffy face again.

But he doesn’t hear her when she says I’m sorry with soft lips pressed to his damp eyelids. After his fingers have woven into the locks of her hair like a lifeline.

Because Goro is already half asleep, and doesn’t have the energy to kiss her goodnight.

ii. a relative

Goro is nine years old and he is numb.

It’s freezing outside and no one thought to give him a heavier jacket. So he stands there shivering, hands fisted under his armpits as he tries to breathe normally. The air burns his lungs each time he takes a hiccuping breath, and wishes more than anything that someone would wake him up. Because this has to be a dream. A cruel one.

Then someone grabs his face and kisses his cheek, starling him out of the haze that had settled upon him like a wet blanket. They had meant it to be a comforting gesture he would come to realize much later in his life, but his traumatized nine year old brain couldn’t handle it and he violently recoils.

The shove isn’t strong enough to deter this woman… an aunt? A great aunt? A friend of his mother? Goro doesn’t know. He’s never met her before. Or maybe he has? If so, she clearly wasn’t important enough to remember or leave an impact on his life before this moment.

All he knows is they violated his space and as he remembers what his mother--he chokes on the protest that formed on his lips as he repeatedly pushes himself farther from the person trying to hold onto him--he remembers what his mother had always told him.

“ Don’t let anybody touch you unless you want them to .”

He holds those words close to his heart, hoping the punches he’s throwing get his message across.

He didn’t want to be touched by anyone.

Anger bubbles up from somewhere in his gut. Why didn’t his mother do the same when all those “friends” touched her when she didn’t want them too? Why couldn’t she be strong enough? Why wasn’t he strong enough to protect her ?

Why wasn’t he enough?

Bile rises in his throat when he finally breaks the hold of the hands that were gripping his chin, his elbow... blatantly ignoring the affronted scoffs and whispers of what a disgrace, such a rude child, that circled in the wake of his outburst.

The only person he wants holding him is his mother.

But she is six feet under the dirt at his feet, and won’t ever be able to hold him again.

iii. a girl in the orphanage

Goro is eleven and is taken completely by surprise.

One moment he is huddled around a board game in his room with a classmate, and the next she is suddenly leaning into his personal space, pushing her face into his. His eyes go wide as he braces himself on the edge of the desk so as not to fall out of his seat.

He never really thought about kissing girls before it happened, and knew immediately after that he probably would never think about kissing girls again.

His body reacts faster than his brain and shoves her off. She gasps and stumbles back, her expression twisting in confusion at his rejection.

“Why,” he says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “did you do that?”

“Because I like you, and I wanted to kiss you…did you not like it?

He had never been kissed like that before. He thought first kisses were supposed to feel special. But this...felt empty. And bluntly says as much to her.

She looks at him like he had slapped her across the face. “I-I thought...you liked me back?”

“What gave you that idea?”

Guilt only starts to settle in his gut when he sees the tears welling up in her eyes just before she mutters something akin to an apology and bolts out of his room.

He glares at the spot she had been standing.The longer he thinks about it, the angrier and more justified Goro feels. He doesn’t regret telling her the truth but… he drops his head on his arms.

He can’t even make friends right. Maybe he really was broken, like all the other kids say he is.

She gets adopted two days later.

He doubts she even remembers that kiss.

iv. a hook up

Goro is seventeen and it's a means to an end.

Goro hates these events, but has to attend to keep up airs with Shido and his... associates . To be available for Shido to both dangle in front of and threaten his inner circle with. The fact Goro fits in with them at all makes his skin crawl, and he drowns the urge to peel it off with the complimentary wine he’s (illegally) being served. It’s the least offensive crime he’s committed by a landslide.

Goro just needs to be seen and not heard. To both impress and intimidate. And it works every time.

But tonight, it works perhaps a little too well. Or Goro is a little too drunk to care anymore, and wants to get something, anything out of this hell he’s stuck in. Which is how he finds himself pressed up against a bathroom door by the son of some sycophant politician dragged along by his father hoping to get in Shido’s good graces.

The boy is his age, maybe a little older. Far too eager, excited, and sloppy. He kisses Goro hastily, before Goro could stop him (it’s not what they're in this bathroom for, and they both know it). The boy’s mouth is clumsy, and the kiss is full of inexperienced tongue and tastes of the sickly sweet moscato they’ve been chasing. When the boy tries to deepen the kiss, Goro takes a fistfull of this boy’s hair and yanks. It earns him a yelp.

Glaring down at him, Goro simply states, “On your knees.”

And the boy obeys without a second thought.

The boy doesn’t like him . He likes the image he carefully manufactured to be desirable. Even if the boy claims he went down on the Detetive Prince in a bathroom in some fancier hotel in Shinjuku, no one will believe him.

Back at his apartment, Goro slams down the mug of tea he had made to wash out the taste of the boy from the party. If that boy really knew what Goro kept buried underneath the layers and layers of masks he wore, what he was truly capable of, he would run away screaming.

But it doesn’t matter, it’s not like the boy’s affection was really for Goro . And Goro held none for the boy. It means nothing. A release, an excuse to feel something other than seething rage for a few minutes. A pitiable excuse for human connection Goro so desperately craved. How pathetic.

Goro begins to laugh.

And when his manic laughter breaks into sobs he can’t quite tell.

v. his rival

Goro is eighteen and it stops his entire world.

Stepping out of the Jazz Jin, Goro is quickly enveloped by the brisk November chill that finally settled itself in the streets of Kichijoji. It seeps through his clothes and makes him shiver, craving the warmth and atmosphere of the lounge they just left.

He shouldn’t even be here with Akira. Against his better judgment, Goro had reached out, invited him here one last time before…

Akira ducks around him as the door shuts, effectively cutting off the only exit out into the street.

“Akechi, can I ask you a question?”

Goro raises a brow. “I suppose.”

Akira removes his hands from his pockets, and suddenly seems unsure of what to do with them. Turning them over and flexing his fingers as he says, “Um, I’ll need you to close your eyes first.”

“Akira, we don’t have time for games,” Goro chides in that manufactured plastic tone of voice the Prince uses to let his fans down easy.

(Thinking Akira will probably try to shove some stupid trinket in his hands like last time. And Goro will have to repeatedly decline said trinket until Akira inevitably shoves it in his pocket while he’s not looking and only for Goro to find it later when he takes off his coat back at his apartment).

A soft laugh pulls him back to the present. And then, “Indulge me, detective . Please?”

Maybe it was the poorly disguised desperation hidden in Akira’s voice that made him cave to the delinquent’s whim, or Goro’s realization that this was perhaps the last time he would ever get to feel like a normal teenager before...

Goro rolls his eyes and gives in to Akira’s request with a sigh. “Alright.”

The sounds of Kichijoji’s nightlife are amplified when his eyes flutter shut. He becomes hyper aware of the cold clinging to his skin, the idle chatter of the passerby at the top of the stairs, milling about down the street.The welcoming scent of coffee that never seems to fade from Akira’s clothes.The sound of Akira stepping closer into his space.

Suddenly, alarms are going off in Goro’s brain as he register’s Akira’s hand cupping his cheek, skin to skin.

“May I?” Akira’s question is whispered so quietly, Goro thinks he feels it more than he hears it.

Goro swallows, unable to get his tongue to work to form words. It’s the first time anyone has ever asked Goro for his permission, for his consent, and he has no idea how to even voice how that makes him feel.

It’s blindsiding him.

A thumb traces over Goro’s bottom lip, and his eyes snap open. He’s peering right into irises of silver, sparkling from the string lights that hang around them in the stairwell of the Jazz Jin’s entryway.

“You said you would keep them closed,” Akira whispers, gaze dropping to where his thumb is still idling tracing Goro’s mouth.

Goro’s prolonged silence seems to unnerve Akira, for he begins to pull away. Without thinking, Goro’s hand shoots out and grabs the lapel’s of Akira’s coat, holding him in place. Goro wasn’t even aware he moved until Akira let out a small gasp.

“I never said that,” Goro murmurs, but his eyes fall shut anyway when Akira leans in again.

Akira’s lips are so soft, so delicate and gentle when he presses them against Goro’s mouth. They are everything Goro is not, and Goro is melting . It’s so much kinder than he deserves, far more genuine than Goro is even capable of being.

“To remember me by,” Akira breathes when Goro parts his lips to taste more of him, “since we agreed to stop seeing each other after this.”

Too soon the warmth from Akira’s mouth is gone, and so is the dark haired boy. Having assimilated into the shadows to leave Goro alone in that stairwell.

It changes everything and nothing at the same time.

Goro still puts a bullet in Akira’s brain two days later, but it's his own head that explodes.

vi. a kiss met halfway

Goro is still eighteen, and living on borrowed time.

“ Your life isn’t trivial! ”

Goro has never wanted to believe anything so badly before. But knows in the shell of his empty heart, that Akira is wrong.

That he’s just being a brainless, sentimental fool, giving Goro’s life more meaning than it ever had the right to have.

Yet the thief’s words echo in the recesses of his mind, with each step he takes away from Leblanc for them only resonate louder. By the time he reaches the main road, the words are deafening screams and he has to--has to--

Akira is just where he left him. Sitting there stupidly at the cafe counter with his face in his hands.

The door to Leblanc is ripped open. It shakes on its hinges as it absorbs the aftershocks of being slammed into the wall by the force of Goro’s hand. The jingle of the bell is drowned out by the roar of Akira’s voice in Goro’s ears.

Akira startles and whips his head in the direction of the noise. Goro can see the thief’s eyes are swollen and red, brimming with unshed tears as he pulls his hands away from his face. His mouth falls open, brows furrowed in shock or confusion, Goro isn’t keen on differentiating at the moment because he’s too busy closing the distance between them.

Goro is so sick of other people defining what his life is meant to be. So sick and tired of being manipulated, following orders like some kind of marionette on a string. And for nothing in the end. Because Goro is his own worst enemy the cards were stacked against him from the beginning.

So fuck it. Goro decides for the first time in a long time that he wants to be touched. To be held. To feel the weight of someone’s desire for him pressing in from all angles. He wants to drown himself in Akira until he can breathe nothing else.

And Akira meets him halfway.

They don’t speak of what they’re doing, as they tumble up the stairs to Akira’s room.

They do not name the desperate feeling they are chasing through each other’s clothes as they fall to the floor.

They refuse to acknowledge the truth that is passed between each other’s mouths, secrets they had kept buried beneath flesh now exposed.

But everything left unsaid hangs in the silent spaces between their bodies as they move as one.

+1 a kiss goodbye

Goro is (still) eighteen, and he is dying.

It takes less than a minute.

Goro does his best to keep the desperation out of his eyes but can’t keep it from his hands.

Hands that reach for Akira to roughly pull him into the helicopter after Maruki, who had been tossed aside like a ragdoll.

Goro drags the beaten and bloodied thief into his lap, and no one seems to pay them any attention, too focused on either watching the unconscious therapist in the back, the collapsing palace around them, or the brilliant white light they were heading for.

Akira goes to unhinge his helmet, and Goro lets him. It clatters to the ground, next to where Akira abandoned his own mask.

He lets Akira drag fingers drag across his chest, to travel up and bury themselves in his hair, to cradle the back of his head like the most precious treasure he’s ever laid hands on. So much of Goro yearned to be touched, and there was so little time.

Goro slides his own hands, still encased in clawed gauntlets, along Akira’s battered face. He uses the pads of his thumbs to trace the angle of Akira’s jaw as he crushes his mouth against Akira’s for the last time. Akira’s blood is sweet on his tongue.

For a split second, Goro wishes he could have been a stronger, more selfless man in his final moments. One who didn’t covet things that were never his ( would never be his ), or ruin the things he touches.

But in truth, in reality, Goro is selfish, always will be. He is all ragged edges, and sharp teeth, he is rough and all consuming and unrelenting. And ruining Akira is perhaps his most selfish desire of all.

Goro knows Akira deserves better, but Akira allows it willingly all the same. Letting Goro lay claim to everything Akira is, everything Akira could be for a moment. For a moment, it all belongs to Goro.

And in return, Akira takes everything from him. His revenge, his anger, his envy, his loneliness, his heart. Devouring what is left of Goro Akechi as the false reality shatters around them in a blaze of white light.

#Shuake #Akeshu #Shuake Week 2020 #Goro Akechi #Persona 5 #Goro Akechi x Akira Kurusu #forgot to post this here

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suzdotranslation · 3 years

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[Interview TL] USHIROMUKI - Double Ishida Web Interview

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For those who were unaware, USHIROMUKI is a special theatrical reading event which features two familiar entertainers who shares the same name; Ishida Akira (The seiyuu and manzai actor respectively). This interview took place before the DVD release!

due to the naming similarity, spoken lines will be coded by their initials and some will be colored accordingly, see below for guide:

Akira (actor): AA -> orange color Akira (seiyuu): AS -> red color

Is this really a fan letter addressed to NONSTYLE? The lamenting of Ishida Akira

―To start this off, were you both aware of each other before this opportunity considering the name similarities?

AA: Actually I did know about him for quite a long time. There were times when I've been told something like "Hee~, so you're named Ishida Akira, how cheeky~". Though as soon as I wrote my name's kanji(明) he immediately said "Then, I guess you're forgiven".

AS: What do they mean by that (laughs).

AA: That person probably thought the name "Ishida Akira" would definitely refer to "that" Ishida(彰)-san. But I also thought to myself "What's so cheeky about it (Ishida Akira)!" (laughs). Also, it might be because my usual partner (Inoue Yuusuke) had "井上(Inoue)" in his name, we often got a fan letter addressed for NONSTYLE[1] but mistook our name as Ishida Akira and Inoue Kazuhiko-sama (laughs). *Inoue Kazuhiko (Hatake Kakashi in NARUTO, Nyanko-sensei in Natsume Yuujinchou, etc.) were often casted in the same series alongside Ishida Akira.* [1]: NONSTYLE is the name of Ishida/Inoue owarai duo

AS: Ahahaha (laughs).

AA: It was such a confusing moment that I responded with "Is this really written for us?" and laughed it off (laughs). But I'm actually happy when we're given an opportunity to talk about this (project). I immediately reply "I'll do it! I'll definitely do it!" as well.

―Akira-san looked like a person who would enjoy comedy-shows but generally speaking, how was your impression of Akira-san on TV screen?

AS: Ah, I thought about how hard-working this person must've been.

AA: I'm so embarrassed!

―What part makes you think he's a hard-working person?

AS: Isn't it awesome that he could spend a lot of time on-stage alone to simply do manzai(one-man act) practice.It made me think it would’ve been weird if someone like him didn't manage to get an award out of it, he definitely deserved it. That's why I thought the 2008 M-1 Grandprix results were really spot-on. Also, for some reason I felt somewhat happy when I heard his name being called in during the result's announcement. I’m somewhat surprised since it was the first time I found someone that shares a similar name as I do so I instantly thought "Such a me(Ishida Akira)-like name!".

―"USHIROMUKI" was chosen as the title based on both's common point from what I've heard. How did it lead to this decision?

AS: I remembered when before I entered the practice room, someone asked "What do you think about yourself?" to me. To be frank, I thought of myself as quite a timid person. I often hesitate on something even during crucial times, and I'd rather not try off new things. But when I called myself a "Negative thinker"-type quite shakily, Ishida-san surprisingly replied "I thought the same too". Although honestly, seeing the show title named like this got me thinking, "Is it really fine to have such a negative-sounding name for a show?" (laughs).

AA: I've been seeing people saying 'positive'-sounding stuff quite often recently and, it's not like I disliked it. When you say these positive things, it does make people want to do their best. But surely, there are those who would feel pressured to match these expectations no matter where they are. For example, I'm an extremely cautious type of person and on top of that, were also struggling while making my way here. That's why the title "USHIROMUKI" feels very personal to me as well.

―When talking about common points, being "not good around people" seems to be mentioned a lot here. Are there times during practices when any of you both felt something like "Ah... this person isn't good around people isn’t he..." toward each other?

AS: I do realize we didn't meet each other to eyes a lot... (laughs)

AA: Yeah we didn't do as much (laughs). Even during the closing party we only took a little peek.

AS: There was a scene on stage where we really had to meet eye-to-eye, it really made me feel anxious. Even if we've met and practiced together so many times, while managing to keep the story feeling in a nice mood, it always feels weird when we were told "keeping eye contact in this scene would be a good idea!" and such because whenever I started doing it I just... I just can't! (laughs).

AA: Maybe to the audiences, it feels like a 5-seconds scene but for us it really felt like an eternity. However as we both aren't good with people in general, we're slowly learning to get over it alright! We were able to enjoy the closing party's hot pot together in the end after all! ...although we still haven't met each other to eyes as always (laughs).

Which type of “Negative-minded”? Let's hear the opinion from both sides!

―Negative-minded people tend to be a man of few words, though there are also other varied types. Have you two ever thoughts about what type of "negative-minded" person you are?

AA: In my case, I see people who go to a drinking place and say stuff like "I definitely won't be able to see you next time!" would become really chatty in that place. But I think even in my next life, I'll always become super-careful towards people I talked to. That's why I always do my best when I'm talking with fellow entertainers, I'm quite shy even. I always immediately thought that they're "Testing me". In the first place, my confidence isn't that high, so I tried not to leave a bad impression on others, so much that it makes me nervous when speaking, it's been like that since school days.

AS: For me......, now that I think about it recently, my shyness might've shifted into a new genre instead. Instead of thinking "Let's be calm and careful towards people in my life so I won't give them a bad impression about me." like Ishida-san, in order not to make someone have a bad impression toward me I would give them a shut-out first thing first so it won't be too much of a hassle.

AA: A shut-out (laughs)

AS: Recently I've been thinking that I might've been not actually shy towards people than I initially thought. Think of it as a stubborn old-man who lives among his pile of trash (laughs), no matter what you think it's definitely going to bother people around them, and when someone says "You should clean up a bit." they'll refuse to and insisted that "Everything here is important stuff!" or something. Surely when I was in a situation where I can't be stubborn, I would find myself stuck in a corner. There was no one I could depend on at the right timing, so nowadays I couldn't even solve it myself...

AA: The past (grief) keeps escalating each time, it makes you stuck in a situation you can't escape from (laughs).

AS: Then again, it's alright to see it from a fan's perspective as well I think. Think about it like if you were to buy a dog and someone says "How cute!" to them, they would still run away when they got bitten by a wild dog right? For the people who have overcome that, they're definitely a very special type of people. For me if I were to become a pet, I think I'm the type that would be hard to handle (smiles bitterly), though there might be people who find the idea quite interesting. But leaving that aside, you're still dealing against a wild dog, surely there aren't many people that would be eccentric enough to care about them... somehow I felt like this interview only gives me demerit so far (laughs).

AA: Well rather than being told by someone else, this is all coming from Akira-san so it sounded like a confession instead (laughs).

―But I think it's precisely because of that, when both of you teamed up it makes for the path of success of this performance! Frankly, how did you feel about the responses?

AA: Performing live... really makes you feel alive, huh.

AS: Yeah, there were a lot of excited audiences too after all.

AA: There were a lot of things I started to understand after I stood on the stage too. I thought to myself, "Ah these lines would look nice when I said it during this music timing!" and when I finally experienced it myself, it made everything much easier. The performance started in Tokyo and ended in Osaka already, but I really felt the differences between both venues. Realizing that, I tried to adapt to it, and I eventually got to be in shape at the end (laughs).

AS: ahaha (laughs).

AA: In the end I even manage to match the sound of said lines, it's good enough that I can start doing little tricks in between it, even for myself I did thought it felt a bit underhanded though.

AS: Oh not at all, I don’t think that would be something underhanded. After all in the audiences' perspective, the synchronization between the music and the feelings is important to amplify what they felt towards it (the performance). I think it's a good idea to match it up if it feels right to do it.

AA: I've never really done anything besides manzai, so doing all this was really fun and interesting. When I was told to do acting for the first time there are also some occasions where I was told to "try to match it up along with the music", out of 31 performances I only manage to succeed on two performances only (laughs). You can't be picky in this type of thing that I understand, but this time I think I manage to say all the nice lines and manage to get the feels just right.

―We know that Akira-san had a lot of experiences with theatrical reading already, but how was the reading with Akira-san feels like?

AS: Ishida-san's lines made me feel "Ahh! it's so easy to follow!". Previously, Ishida-san did say if you can match the tune of the music with your lines then it'll be good, but to be honest I was going through the whole scene while unable to listen to my surroundings as much. Then again by including things like reading, music and videos together, I felt a sense of unity with Ishida-san who worked hard to get those feelings across.

AA: Ah I'm glad. But honestly Ishida-san's reading is just really good, even when I thought "Ahh these lines sounded pretty hard", when Ishida-san gets to say it, the lines become much easier for me. It's amazing how it manages to drag out my emotion towards the lines, it always made such a good learning material. Because of that during the actual performance, I gradually was able to understand the objectives for each line, sometimes I would think "I see, so I should've gone with these tones to raise the feelings during this scene!". Also, since Ishida-san always improvises himself on each show, it makes everything so much fun.

―Speaking of, Akira-san had a regular work partner (Inoue-san), but to the blunt, how does it feel to be partnering up with Ishida-san (for this work)?

AS: Manzai and reading were two completely different things I think. It has different goals as well, right.

AA: Both Akira-san and Inoue-san had a pretty wide range so they're a bit similar, but Inoue-san said his lines naturally without anything as backsound. Though it manages to make his lines conclusive, it gives no room to "feel" it. Which is why it was easy to play the straight-man part for him. But with Ishida-san, in addition to his wide range, his voice was mostly powerful with plenty of variations as well, it made me feel like "If we can make it through, there would be lots of stuff we can do after this for sure!".

AS: Thank you so much. Somehow it made me a bit uncomfortable though (laughs).

Next time is a manzai reading opportunity!? The common points between reading and manzai are...

―This time you were teaming up to do a reading, but if there's by any chance you both were able to work together again what things that you would like to do?

AA: What do you want to do?

AS: I would've preferred doing something not related to stage performances, but the choices are pretty limited I think. I can't do theater acts, and doing manzai-like roles is out of the question. Theatrical reading is the most I could do.

AA: Ahahaha. Then, how about doing a "Manzai reading"?

AS: Is there such a thing like manzai reading!?

AA: I never tried it before so honestly I wouldn't know either (lol). But, wasn't this time basically just exchanging conversation between each other? I thought it's a bit of waste by calling it "only" a stage reading. If we leave the script we held and move around it's practically an act, right.

―In Akira-san's opinion, what are the common points between reading and manzai?

AA: Hmmm... "USHIROMUKI" for me especially, seemed to be quite similar in that terms. The point where each person's words clash with each other to reach into common objectives, I think the only difference is that the other one leaned more into comedy. Ishida-san's tension keep arising and hard to be shaken off so I had to lessen mine, it's practically the same as manzai. That's why I enjoyed the clashing exchanges the most. Sometimes I tend to overdo it that I sometimes ended eating up Ishida-san lines as well.

―For Akira-san, you added more movements than regular reading for this one. What is your main intention in doing it?

AS: Usually when I do reading, I try to project some kind of image simulation inside my head. With moving even with a slight gesture it would make the scene easier to be expressed as well as knowing when to tone it down. Since we still have to match the mic placement as well, it's important to have a sense of unity on the stage.

AA: I'm completely inexperienced when it comes to theatrical reading that I first went "How do I get it right?", but during the first day right after the shooting is over I got told "Akira-san is reading into the script too much, we can't take any pictures if you didn't look at the front! Please learn from Akira-san as well!" and stuff like that. That's why I tried mimicking Akira-san the next time... but it was a mess (smiles bitterly).

AS: Well of course that happened. Even I had my share of bitter memories in the past. There was a time when I was able to look at the script and act it out during practice, but during the real show I got carried over by the audience's emotion so much it piques my interest, and I let my eyes off the scripts which ended up making it a huge failure.

AA: Is that true!? so things like that do happen to Ishida-san as well huh.

AS: Well obviously, if you did it all so suddenly (laughs).

AA: I guess so, before the actual show I actually consulted about it and say "I think I will try mimicking Akira-san today." in which they answered with "You definitely shouldn't do that!!". Though I was told to never do it even during practice, I always went "No, I'll DO it!" in the end and made a total mess out of it. The next day I immediately said "I'm so sorry!" and apologized earnestly to everyone (laughs).

―Seems it will be fun to watch the DVD after knowing all these episodes after all. Looking back, can you tell us which part you thought to be important that you would go "I wanted to see this part!".

AS: I'm not sure how much reading the audiences have done toward the show, but I was thinking there would be one occasion where people who have seen some scenes on repeat will go "This part seemed rushed huh" or something. There's nothing we can do when it comes to stuff like this, so I think finding out the flaws (as you watch) would be an fun thing to do in my opinion. Once they paused a few times, I wonder if it would end with them thinking "I saw good things there." (laughs).

AA: So it's enough to watch it up to 2-3 times huh (laughs). To people who have already watched more than thrice, they would be able to enjoy it even without seeing the clips since the voices alone will be enough.

AS: Ahahahaha!

AA: And then everyone definitely wouldn't mind (the flaw)! Remember to watch the clips only up to 3 times!

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honyakuninakunaru · 4 years

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Beware at the Northern Forest // Mithra SSR Card Story

CHAPTER 1

(Northern mountains)

Akira: "No matter where I look, the entirety of the Northern Country is covered in snow."

Cain: "Yeah, the view's stunning. This is still the North though - we don't know what dangers could be awaiting us."

Akira: "... You're right. Moreover, the effects of the Great Calamity are still lingering..."

Mithra: "....."

Akira: "Ah, where are you going, Mithra?"

(Si—nk)

Akira: "Whoa! W-why's half of my body so cold all of a sudden... Ah... (I've completely sunk in the snow, and I can't move at all...)"

Cain: "Akira! Are you okay? Grab onto me!"

Akira: "Hnng... I can't even get my arm out..."

Cain: "Got it. I'm going to pull you, so bear with it a little... So far so good, just a bit more..."

Akira: "...Mph...! S-sweet freedom...! Goodness... I-I thought... I was going to die..."

Mithra: "What is this game you two are playing?"

Akira: "We weren't pla...play...Achoo!"

Cain: "Oh, God... Seems like the snow completely soaked through your clothes, huh?"

Mithra: <Arthim>

Akira: "...Ah... So warm... (My clothes are dried too...!) Mithra, you..."

Mithra: "....."

Akira: "Aaand he's gone..."

Cain: "Haha, free-spirited as always, isn't he."

Akira: "Thank you for helping me too, Cain."

Cain: "Don't mention it, I'm just glad you're alright. It's pure white everywhere, so you can't really tell where the deep parts are. Let's be careful, yeah?"

Akira: "Yep, I'll watch out from now on. I should thank Mithra too... Speaking of, he's already quite far ahead... Everyone else is scattered around, too."

Cain: "I've never seen those guys move so huddled up. Oh well, we should be going back sooner or later..."

Akira: ("Just when I thought the gap between the Northern and Central wizards had shortened at least a bit...")

Akira: "For now, I'll go find Mithra and thank him."

Cain: "You're very kind, Akira. I'll go with you too, then. It's dangerous to walk alone in this country, after all."

Akira: "Ah, Mithra! Wait up!"

Mithra: "What is it?"

Akira: "Thank you for drying my clothes earlier. It didn't even cross my mind that I'd fall into the snow like that."

Mithra: "I assume you're free, then?"

Akira: "Huh?"

Mithra: "Well, I'm free myself, so I guess I'll go on a walk."

Cain: "Do you mind if we tag along too?"

Akira: "Eh, Cain?"

Cain: "While we're at it, we should check if anything unusual has happened. And if something has happened, we ought to deal with it."

Akira: "Hm, we do have some time to spare, so we might as well!"

Cain: "Don't worry, Master Sage, I'll protect you no matter what. You don't mind us being around, right, Mithra?"

Mithra: "...Do as you please. I'm going to do so myself."

CHAPTER 2

Mithra: "....."

Akira: ("The distance... Rather than walking together, it's more like we're following Mithra around.")

Akira: "He really likes doing things on his own, doesn't he?"

Cain: "Seems like it. Still, this might be a good way to melt the ice, dontcha think?"

Akira: "Is that why you wanted us to go with him?"

Cain: "Yeah, cuz I don't get to talk to him at the manor at all. Hey, Mithra!"

Mithra: "...What is it now? Please don't shout all of a sudden."

Cain: "Cmon, don't be like that! It's been a while since you've been in the North, yeah? How's it feel to be back home?"

Mithra: "It's as quiet as it's always been, and there are no people or animals."

Cain: "I see. No place like home, am I right?"

Akira: ("He's trying to find a topic to discuss but I can't tell if it's working out or not...")

Cain: "Why don't you come and visit my hometown next time? The name City of Glory rings a bell, right?"

Mithra: "I'll have to pass. You can just bring your boisterous comrades along, can't you?"

Cain: "I'm inviting you because we are comrades, from the manor and all. We should all go together. I'll invite Oz and the rest, too."

Mithra: "A name that makes me angry no matter the occasion..."

Akira: ("I mean... The conversation's going somewhere...? Is this how you become closer with someone?")

Cain: "Hm? You two, wait here for a bit."

Akira: "What's up?"

Cain: "...Something's coming."

Akira: "What do you mean..."

Mithra: "....."

Akira: ("He's right, something's coming from within the forest...")

???: "Groooar!"

Akira: "Ah...! A huge mass of snow... Or is it!? There are hands and legs growing out of it!?"

Cain: "Roomies? What's got these guys so mad?"

Akira: "I don't know what's going on, but they look super angry!"

Cain: "Weird... The members of this tribe are big and brawny, but they are calm in nature... Has the Calamity affected this place, too?"

Roomies: "Grooa..."

Akira: "T-they lifted a huge rock...! D-don't tell me...!"

Mithra: "Goodness, how annoying."

Cain: "This is bad...! Mithra!"

Roomies: "Grooar!"

Akira: "Mithra! Watch out!"

CHAPTER 3

Roomies: "Grooar!"

Akira: ("They're aiming it at Mithra...!")

Cain: "...Mithra, get down!"

Akira: "Cain!"

(Clang)

Cain: "M..made it in time."

Akira: ("H-he cut through the rock with his sword...")

Mithra: "...What are you doing."

Cain: "Haha, glad to see you're alright. You aren't injured anywhere, right?"

Roomies: "Groooar!"

Cain: "They don't look too pleased to know it didn't hit us, huh."

(Thump)

Cain: "...Hng!"

Akira: "Cain!"

Akira: ("Incredible... He's keeping up with Roomies, who are three times bigger than him, with just his sword... But he won't last long...!")

Cain: "Shit... This is my first time facing such strong roomies. Leave this to me, Mithra, you take the Sage somewhe─"

Mithra: <Arthim>

Cain: "Wha─!"

Akira: "Whoa!? H-he downed them with a single blow!?"

Mithra: "There's no way I could ever lose to such small fries."

Akira: "S-small fries..."

Cain: "Haha, as expected. You really saved me there."

Mithra: "...Why did you do that?"

Cain: "Did what?"

Mithra: "Why did you stand in front of me back then? You're way weaker than me, you know?"

Cain: "My body moved on its own before I could notice. I do know you're stronger than me, though."

Mithra: "I see."

Cain: "So long as we have you, we're not gonna have any problems if we run into other beasts!"

Mithra: "...It's going to be quite troublesome if you died because of your recklessness, so please stay by my side and behave."

Cain: "Yep, counting on ya!"

Akira: ("I don't really get it, but they've somehow become closer, haven't they?")

Mithra: "....."

Akira: ("Even Mithra's usual expression is tinted with the slightest hint of softness... Oh well, as long as everyone's getting along─")

(Si—nk)

Akira: "Whoop─!"

Cain: "Akira!?"

Mithra: "You like falling into snow piles, don't you, Master Sage?"

Akira: "Not in the slightest... I did it again, sorry..."

Mithra: "Ahaha. You don't have a care in the world, huh. Come on, grab onto my hand, quickly. Otherwise, you're going to freeze to death, and that's going to be troublesome."

Huge thanks to @/mahoyaku on Twitter for providing raws for yet another story!

#mahoyaku #translation #mithra

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magioftheseas · 3 years

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Jagged Along The Edges

For @badthingshappenbingo

Prompt: Broken Angel taken from here.

Rating: M

Warnings: Body horror, violence, gore, cannibalistic thoughts, but I swear to god this is supposed to be hurt/comfort/treating injuries

Notes: Idk why I wrote another Persona 5 fic despite not reblogging p5 content, but shuake’s too powerful or something. Also the power outages are making me lose my mind. Wheeeeeeeee.

***Alternate Ao3 Link***

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Whoever would have thought that angels had fangs? Certainly not Akira, who had just been bitten to shit by the angel he just found and had thought to help.

He had a bad habit of trying to help as a human, and it turns out that habit carried over as a demon, albeit one of a low level. He can certainly imagine the same looks of disapproval as before when people realize that he held out a hand to a supposed enemy of his race, but would he have acted any differently?

Well.

He’s still acting the same now, enflamed bitemark on his arm be damned with the rest of him. His biter is still glaring, snarling, and hissing at him like a feral cat. Quite unbefitting of an angel—except this creature probably couldn’t be called an angel anymore.

Not with its wings ripped off like that.

What was left were mangled, jagged edges of bone and a few bloodied clumps of feathers sticking to the back. It was curled up so pitifully but was still managing quite the fierce little glare. Since being bitten still hurt, it wasn’t like this once angel was completely defenseless. But it was still in pretty horrible shape, and Akira didn’t even know if it retained any level of intelligence.

Angels are always so fucking pompous and up their asses. An angel wouldn’t be caught dead looking this unhinged and disheveled. More akin to an animal, running on nothing more than fear and aggression—but, even so.

Well. Akira half-wanted to pounce, never one to miss out on an easy meal. Especially one with such gorgeous fucking eyes, like hot damn—sorry state or no, the angel had eyes as deep and potent as the finest blood-red wine. Akira wasn’t so noble as to not be tempted. He’s still imagining it. This angel, who’s skittering into the corner it’s been backed up in, would have just the richest taste.

He wants a taste. Just a little.

And the angel hisses, but it’s also cowering. Poor thing. Poor, wretched creature. Its tortured state was so excessive. It must have really pissed off some higher-ups. What a tragedy. He should put it out of its misery.

He should. Especially since the little beast fucking bit him. His arm fucking itches, too. Angels are venomous to demons, but since this one’s so injured, it’s more of an especially annoying bug bite than anything remotely lethal. Most other demons would’ve acted immediately, and Akira’s stuck staring helplessly at this thing while he still tries to formulate a plan to approach it without an attempt made on his throat.

What a pain. Physically and metaphorically.

This stupid creature had yet to let its guard down, too. If Akira had been interested in eating it, he would’ve done so by now. Or he would’ve left. This just wasn’t worth the trouble of staring stupidly with a face scrunched up in concentration—that probably just looked like constipation.

“I...” He drawls. “I’m not trying to hurt you.”

No answer. Same as last time.

“You’re in an awful state,” Akira explained like he was talking to a child. “And l don’t feel comfortable leaving you alone.”

The angel spat at him, hissy and frazzled. It would be really fucking cute if it wasn’t really fucking annoying.

Ah.

If he just stands there, that angel will surely bleed to death or something.

...

Fuck it.

That angel sure had some lungs when Akira pounced.

One thing he had to admit was that even while mutilated, the angel knew how to fight. Like really knew with how its body moved and how it clearly aimed for weak spots with its nails and teeth. Just when Akira thought he had it pinned down, he had to jerk back before his face got clawed off. And the angel took off the flesh of his nose, leaving Akira to hiss between his cheek and shove them down with far more force than he would’ve preferred.

“I’m trying—to help you!” he got out through gritted teeth. “Let me help you! Who else could’ve injured you like that but a stronger angel?!”

The angel, back against the ground, screeched. No surprise there. Anything against those injuries surely felt like agony, and when Akira pressed harder, he almost immediately jolted back by the next heartrending, distorted scream.

“Sorry,” he whispered, not that the angel could hear when it was now sobbing. That face was twisted in tortured misery, and that expression was far too much to take.

“S-Sorry!” Akira yelped, pulling the angel close. Careful to avoid its back, he frantically cooed and stroked its hair. He minded any tangles and knots, murmuring soft reassurances with shaking shoulders. “It’s okay, you’re okay, it’s okay...”

The angel whimpered, digging its nails into his shoulders. Since it was more out of desperation than anything, Akira allowed it without missing a beat. For added measure, the angel was huddling closer, even to the point of pressing its face into Akira’s collarbone with a pained whine.

“Good...fucking god...” Akira utters. “What the fuck did they even do to you?”

He didn’t get an answer. The angel had gone limp against him, breathing harshly against his neck.

He didn’t have time to lose before booking it to his place.

“Aw jeez, aw fuck, aw jeez... What the hell...”

Akira considered himself fairly proficient in magic, even healing magic. But no matter how much energy he channeled into the angel’s body, there was just no smoothing out the crude edges of bone where wings had once been. He’d have to do so a more old-fashioned way with a really tough grater, which he doubted the angel would respond well to.

For now, he focused on the more treatable injuries. The scrapes from the earlier tussle, some miscellaneous lacerations, and a couple of bruises for good measure. There was some internal bleeding to deal with, but overall, the most damage was situated on the back. The angel wouldn’t even be able to lay down like this.

Akira wiped himself off, sighing and cursing whatever monsters of this angel’s kind had thought this humane much less justified. While he had heard of angels getting their wings torn off before, it was always at the roots. Leaving gaping holes in the back that, while pretty horrifying in their own right, would still be preferable to this shit.

Just thinking about it pissed him off to no end. And maybe the angel could sense him just buzzing with fury because it began to stir from where it was propped up against its side on the wall.

“Ah,” Akira clicked his tongue. “No, no, just...rest more.” His hand hovered by the angel’s shoulder. The angel’s face scrunched up, and despite everything, Akira’s breath caught at just a glimpse at a sliver of deep red from the angel’s eyes. “It’s...uh...”

The angel was staring at him now, and he was left speechless.

Oh, he thought as those red eyes bore into him. Beautiful.

“...f-feeling better?” he choked out as the angel blinked at him. “You, uh... You don’t...seem...to be afraid of me anymore. That’s good.”

The angel kept staring, and Akira let out a strangled laugh.

“Right, uh, you...might still be...”

“You.” The angel pointed at him, slurring its words. “You are an incomprehensible demon.”

“And you can talk,” Akira remarked, with dull surprise. “Great. That makes things easier—but why didn’t you speak earlier? Were you really that scared?”

The angel shook its—his head.

“It’s not that,” with a sigh, he stated, quite clearly. “I just hate demons. They irritate and infuriate me beyond my capacity for speech. And I really hadn’t been in a mood to converse in the first place.” He was speaking like they were just discussing the weather. “Since you helped me, I suppose I owe you now. What is it that you want?”

“I...” Akira blinked. “Your...name...? Maybe?”

The angel’s eyes narrowed sharply and, oh, those eyes were deadly. Akira could get lost in them for millennia.

“Akechi Goro.” The angel turned away the best he could without brushing his back against anything. “Surely that’s not all.”

“Kurusu Akira. Nice to meet you.”

“It’s not that nice.”

“...”

Akechi, huh.

“I... Uh, I did the best I could with your injuries. But for your back, I’d have to...smooth it down...” Now wasn’t the time to be getting nervous and now especially wasn’t the time to notice that the angel had quite a lovely profile. A strong, defined jaw and nose—angels were beautiful in general, but this one... No. Fuck. Akira had to focus. “I need tools for that. So, um, be patient with me.”

“It’s not like I have much else of a choice,” Akechi replied softly and sullenly.

Is this really the same angel I found? Did my feral beast of an angel get replaced when I wasn’t looking?

“Uh...” Rather intelligently, Akira scooted closer. “Do you mind if I...ask who did that to you? You—don’t have to answer.”

“I don’t know who it was specifically,” Akechi said, waving his hand dismissively. “But, as you can no doubt tell, this is punishment.”

“It’s torture.” Akira didn’t waste a second. “Tearing your wings off like this was unnecessarily cruel.”

Akechi seemed to smirk before his face fell.

“A demon with morals,” he said, snorting. “Now I’ve really seen it all.” He leaned his shoulder into the wall. Akira hovered by, uncertain. When Akechi’s eyes shut once more, the spell was broken and Akira was able to distance himself once more.

If Akechi was aware of the effect he had, he didn’t remark on it. But if he did know, Akira had a feeling that it’d be used to the angel’s advantage. Akira had to be careful. Since Akechi wasn’t a mindless beast, that meant...

It meant a lot of things. Akira imagined the other probably had a lot on his mind. Especially with how tense he was around the shoulders. Considering his situation, it was more than understandable. It was admirable, even, that Akechi was keeping his cool like this.

Akechi still had his guard up, which was fine. Akira didn’t expect any different.

“I don’t plan on hurting you,” he announced as if that would serve as a reassurance. Akechi was unmoved, even as Akira stressed, “I don’t plan on eating you, either. I want to help. What happened to you wasn’t right.”

Akechi gave a non-committal hum.

“I’ll do what I can about your injuries,” Akira went on. “Once you’ve recovered enough, you can decide for yourself what to do. I’d, uh, prefer you didn’t kill me afterward though. I’d hate to have to fight back.”

“Demons are wretched, malicious creatures,” Akechi said, rattling off the rhetoric Akira’s heard a thousand other times from countless other angels and humans. “It’s not uncommon for them to toy with their meals. To build them up, tear them down, and savor every last drop.”

The thing is.

Remaining humanity aside, Akira can’t deny how appetizing Akechi looks. And how the thought of Akechi cleaned up and pristine made his mouth water. Even now, Akira stares at the slope of Akechi’s neck, the curvature of his shoulders, his waist, and thick thighs—and his teeth itch to sink in.

It’s in his nature to eat, and Akechi’s a hell of a fucking meal. Angels always tasted best.

With the way Akechi does look at Akira’s mouth, the angel surely knows this.

So, why hadn’t he tried to escape yet?

Probably, Akira’s brain supplied. Because he not only has nowhere else to go but nothing to live for.

How pitiful.

Wouldn’t it be merciful to put this creature out of its misery?

Just because it’s in my nature doesn’t mean I can’t make choices.

“I’ll get something for your back,” he said, turning his back on the angel. Giving Akechi ample time to lash out if so desired. “Sorry. It’ll be a moment.”

He leaves, and he takes more than a moment. More than enough time for Akechi to escape if he so pleased.

When he came back, Akechi hadn’t moved at all, but he was staring up at him with two haunting eyes.

Everything was settled without the need for words.

(Even if Akira was seized by quite the unfortunate desire to pull Akechi close and not let go.)

(For a demon, hunger and sexual desire often got conflated. With Akechi, the latter was bound to become more and more of a fucking problem.)

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