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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Caligula Effect (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: The Caligula Effect Male Protagonist & The Caligula Effect Female Protagonist, The Caligula Effect Protagonist & The Go-Home Club Characters: The Caligula Effect Protagonist, Shikishima Ritsu, Kashiwaba Kotono, Satake Shogo, Hibiki Kensuke (Kagi-P), Shinohara Mifue, Kagura Suzuna, Tomoe Kotaro, Minezawa Izuru, Biwasaka Eiji, Amamoto Ayana, The Caligula Effect Female Protagonist, The Caligula Effect Male Protagonist, Morita Naruko Additional Tags: Eiji Biwasaka gets bullied, because I said so, Apologies do happen but they are not meant, Also Male Protag is the older sibling because FeMC didn’t come out till overdose so Summary:

Aria cooks a hot pot, Eiji gets bullied by Mizuki and most of the younger members of the club, and Ritsu and the other adults are tired. That’s it, that’s the whole fic.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Persona 5 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Sakura Futaba Additional Tags: Futaba gets a combat form, during Shido’s palace, because she deserves to beat his ass, And she quotes Inigo Montoya Summary:

Futaba Sakura is a navigator. But how do you navigate when all your friends are close to death on the ground?

You can’t. You have to fight.

Bankita Day (4/3) fic!

This took longer than I expected but BEHOLD I HAVE WRITTEN FLUFF FOR MY BOYS

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The thing about only getting to see your boyfriend/husband when you’ve been pulled into a pocket dimension outside of time is that it makes it really hard to plan to do, you know, cute couple stuff. The kind of stuff Minato would’ve normally rolled his eyes at but really likes the idea of doing with Yu.

Like listening to music together, or going to the park, or making him cookies— if they would stop coming out like shit. 

First the first batch has too much flour and crumbles to bits, then he forgets about the oven and overcooks the next batch, and now the batch that survived baking look like a bunch of clowns with their faces melting off because Minato sucks at decorating.

Three dozen cookies in the trash is when Minato decides he needs backup. 

As if sensing his distress— which is entirely possible, given everything— Hamuko shows up. 

“What happened here?” she asks, taking in the destroyed kitchen. 

“I’m trying to make cookies for Yu, but they’re not coming out well.”

“F.”

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fire Emblem: Kakusei | Fire Emblem: Awakening Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Say’ri & Chrom Characters: Say’ri (Fire Emblem), Chrom (Fire Emblem) Additional Tags: This is like... right after Yen’fay’s death, I felt so guilty making Say’ri fight him and well, FE:A my beloved Summary:

Yen’fay is gone.

And Say’ri doesn’t know if she can continue with the guilt and the grief.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Persona 3 Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kirijo Mitsuru/Takeba Yukari, Background Arisato Minato/Sanada Akihiko, Arisato Minako & Arisato Minato Characters: Arisato Minako, Arisato Minato, Takeba Yukari, Kirijo Mitsuru Additional Tags: Prince I said I’d write Yukamitsu for you if you added Wii Music to your presentation, so here Summary:

Minako attempts to get her Senpai and one of her best friends together. It’s a disaster from start to finish.

@princekirijo I don’t back down from a promise. I said I’d write Yukamitsu fic if you added Wii music to your presentation, so here’s the fic. 

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Genei Ibun Roku #FE | Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aoi Itsuki & Tsurugi Yashiro Characters: Aoi Itsuki, Tsurugi Yashiro, Navarre (Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE), Kurono Kiria Additional Tags: Everyone else is also there for like one line but it’s mainly Itsuki and Yashi, And a bit of Kiria Summary:

Can’t cry now. Not until it’s all over.

So the other day I was seized by the violent urge to write Akekita Angst, so please enjoy.

TW: Major character death

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It happens in snapshot.

Moments. 

Frames in time that don’t feel real, don’t feel connected.

He’s confronting the Phantom Thieves in Shido’s ship and then Yusuke. 

Yusuke chooses him. 

Yusuke stands with Goro against the Phantom Thieves and something in Goro’s chest twists. He’d replayed the moment where he finally defeated the Phantom Thieves in his mind for months, and every time, he didn’t even question that he’d have to go through Yusuke.

Goro’s never been happier to be wrong.

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lyrical clarity (knocking some sense into you)

Apollo doesn’t pay attention to who’s part of his favorite bands–he just appreciates the music as-is. Of course, this means that he’s entirely caught off-guard when it turns out that the lead singer of his favorite group is none other than Klavier Gavin.

Naturally, he goes to confront Klavier, only to find that there’s still more truths to uncover–and a lot that they’ve still got to talk about.

I promised this would be posted on Valentine’s Day, and as there’s still half an hour before midnight in my time zone, I’ve fulfilled my promise! Hopefully it’s worth the wait–I’ve had this one in progress for several months, and just couldn’t figure out how to end it. But I’m generally happy with how it’s turned out, and that’s all that matters, I think.

[A/N]: I finally wrote a thing based on this post! 

TW: Injury, Character death (but it’s not any of the PT), just Yusuke not having a good time in general.

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For what must be the twentieth time today, Yusuke curses his luck as he dodges a shadow’s attack. 

It was a restless day in Tokyo, which obviously meant changes in Mementos. There were hordes of shadows stalking the tunnels today, and a particularly bad ambush had left the Phantom Thieves scattered. 

Then, to make matters worse, the Reaper just had to show up and chase him until Yusuke was forced onto a lower floor than the others.

From the snippets of conversation Yusuke managed to pick up via Necronomicon, it seemed like the others had managed to regroup and were looking for him. He just has to try his best to hold out until then.

Yusuke chuckles to himself. Easier said than done.

A fire spell comes dangerously close to striking his face.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Genei Ibun Roku #FE | Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE, Fire Emblem Heroes Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Akagi Touma & Tsurugi Yashiro Characters: Akagi Touma, Tsurugi Yashiro, Aoi Itsuki, Oribe Tsubasa, Kurono Kiria, Minamoto Mamori, Yumizuru Eleonora Additional Tags: Vote for the boys... please... Summary:

*Ellie Voice* VOTE FOR THE FLASH BASTARD AND PRETTY BOY I CAN’T FIGHT THEM IF THEY’RE NOT HERE

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Caligula Effect (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: μ (The Caligula Effect), Natsume Atsuka (Thorn), Mizuguchi Marie (Wicked), Yamada Daiki (Shadow Knife), Koike Tomoya (Ike-P), Ichinose Mirei (Mirei), Yumino Kurumi (Kuchinashi), Komori Akira (Shonen-Doll), Sagan Masahiro (Stork), Nijoin Shizuka (Sweet-P), Hibiki Kensuke (Kagi-P) Additional Tags: Finally... some actual Caligula Effect fanfiction Summary:

“That’s it! I can’t take it anymore! We’ve been in here for days! Let’s go shopping!”

Sweet-P looked up from her tea.

“I’m not going shopping with you. You don’t have any fashion sense.”

“...I’ll pay for anything you want and I’ll help you give everyone makeovers.”

“...Let’s go!”

“Yeah!”

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Persona 5, Genei Ibun Roku #FE | Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Amamiya Ren (Persona Series) & Aoi Itsuki, Aoi Itsuki & Kurusu Akira, Aoi Itsuki & Persona 5 Protagonist Characters: Aoi Itsuki, Kurusu Akira, Amamiya Ren (Persona Series), Persona 5 Protagonist Summary:

A moment after midnight, and everything’s going to be okay.

Spotify writing prompt: how about song 73?

73. Transition 4 (35:MM A Musical Exhibition

And if a world lies beyond/Does something try to respond?/Is film an unearthly bond?

Futaba pulls away from Ren and the others, eyes trained on the white hat across the room. Normally something like this, an afterparty for the film festival filled with strangers, would terrify her, but in this case, it’s almost like something is pulling her to the girl in the white hat.

Hikari Honda.

Futaba had never met her, never heard of her until they’d randomly decided to go to this showcase. But watching her film, “New Cinema Labyrinth,” and then seeing her come on stage something in Futaba got excited.

And not in the way that Hikari’s cute. Like, obviously she’s cute but that’s not the feeling in Futaba’s gut. Hikari felt familiar, and Futaba’s gonna get to the bottom of that feeling.

“Hey!” Futaba says, reaching out to grab Hikari’s arm. Hikari stops and turns to Futaba in shock, and Futaba’s throat clams up. Gah, running up to a random stranger like that, she’s acting like Inari. “H-hi! I’m Sutaba Fakura,” Futaba stammers. “I-I mean, Futaba Sakura! I uh- really liked your movie!”

“Oh! Thank you,” Hikari says. “I’m sorry, have we met before?”

“I don’t think so! I’m not really a huge movie buff, but my friends wanted to come.”

“Oh.” Hikari frowns. “I could’ve sworn I’ve seen you somewhere before.”

“Me too!” Futaba says. Suddenly, someone bumps into her and Futaba yelps.

“Um, would you like to go somewhere more private?” Hikari asks. “I’m not really great with crowds.”

“Me neither,” Futaba says. “Um, why don’t we go over back where my friends were? We sorta staked out a secluded corner by the refreshments table.”

“I’d like that,” Hikari says. She offers her hand out to Futaba. “Would you lead the way?”

Futaba grabs Hikari’s hand effortlessly. “I’d love to.”

like rats fleeing a sinking ship, pt. 10

Whumptober 2020 Day 15: Into The Unknown

Prompt: Possession

TW: guns, fight scenes, canon typical violence

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Only the tips of some of the tallest buildings are visible from where Kasumi stands on Shido’s ship. Akira had warned her about this, but it’s still off-putting. The rest of Tokyo was still normal in the previous two Palaces she’d seen.

Kasumi doesn’t want to think about what that means about the ruler.

“Are you ready to go?” Akec- er Crow asks, tapping a boot against the deck of the ship.

“Sorry!” Kasumi says.

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is it too late for me to rewrite the destiel confession superhell scene with klapollo for clout

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Genei Ibun Roku #FE | Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Akagi Touma/Aoi Itsuki, Kurono Kiria/Tsurugi Yashiro, Oribe Tsubasa/Yumizuru Eleonora, Akagi Touma & Tsurugi Yashiro, Akagi Touma & Yumizuru Eleonora, Tsurugi Yashiro & Yumizuru Eleonora, Aoi Itsuki & Oribe Tsubasa, Kurono Kiria & Oribe Tsubasa, Aoi Itsuki & Kurono Kiria Characters: Akagi Touma, Oribe Tsubasa, Yumizuru Eleonora, Tsurugi Yashiro, Kurono Kiria, Minamoto Mamori, Aoi Itsuki Additional Tags: I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary:

Three actors. A lord and two singers. An Awakened Hero and a Lord. A Hollywood Darling and a Sacred Idol. A New Kiria and The Best of the Best.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Genei Ibun Roku #FE | Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Akagi Touma/Aoi Itsuki, Kurono Kiria/Tsurugi Yashiro, Oribe Tsubasa/Yumizuru Eleonora, Akagi Touma & Tsurugi Yashiro, Akagi Touma & Yumizuru Eleonora, Tsurugi Yashiro & Yumizuru Eleonora, Aoi Itsuki & Oribe Tsubasa, Kurono Kiria & Oribe Tsubasa, Aoi Itsuki & Kurono Kiria Characters: Akagi Touma, Oribe Tsubasa, Yumizuru Eleonora, Tsurugi Yashiro, Kurono Kiria, Minamoto Mamori, Aoi Itsuki Additional Tags: I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary:

Three actors. A lord and two singers. An Awakened Hero and a Lord. A Hollywood Darling and a Sacred Idol. A New Kiria and The Best of the Best.

like rats fleeing a sinking ship, pt. 9

Whumptober Day 20: Toto I have a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore

Prompt: Lost

TW: Panic attacks

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The first thing Futaba realizes when she drifts into consciousness is how cold she is.

“Sojiro, did you forget to pay the heating bill?” Futaba asks, reaching out to pull her blanket tighter. 

Instead of her comforter, she smacks her hand against old rotting wood. Futaba’s eyes snap open, and she realizes she’s not in her room.

It all comes back to her.

The announcement, the crash, Sojiro.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Persona 5 Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Akechi Goro/Kitagawa Yusuke Characters: Akechi Goro, Kitagawa Yusuke, Sakura Futaba, Amamiya Ren, Kurusu Akira, Persona 5 Protagonist Additional Tags: (Ren is in there for like. One line.), Also I’m still a useless theater kid so here ya go! Summary:

“From now on I’m half a soul. Without you I can’t be whole...”

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Genei Ibun Roku #FE | Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aoi Itsuki/Oribe Tsubasa Characters: Aoi Itsuki, Oribe Tsubasa Summary:

Itsuki and Tsubasa finally have a free moment. Cue Mariokart fluff!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Genei Ibun Roku #FE | Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Akagi Touma & Aoi Itsuki, Akagi Touma & Oribe Tsubasa, Aoi Itsuki & Oribe Tsubasa Characters: Akagi Touma, Aoi Itsuki, Oribe Tsubasa, Niijima Makoto, Kurono Kiria Additional Tags: Makoto and Kiria are like. Only in one line Series: Part 2 of A Lord regrets his life choices Summary:

The prequel to “A Thief and a Lord steal a car”

Itsuki never learned his lesson, because this has happened once before. With Touma Akagi, certified Flash Bastard.

like rats fleeing a sinking ship, pt 8

Whumptober Day 24: “You’re not making any sense”

Prompt: Sensory Deprivation

TW: police, sensory deprivation, character being confined to a small space

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Ryuji sprints home, and practically breaks the door off his hinges slamming it open.

“Ma!”

“Ryuji!” Kaida Sakamoto comes out of the living room, and Ryuji can see the news announcement still blaring on the TV behind her.

“Mom, I can explain-” Ryuji’s cut off by the sound of sirens.

“Shit. Ryuji, the closet!”

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like rats fleeing a sinking ship, pt. 7

intermission iii

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After parting ways with the others at the train station, Ann and Shiho ride up to Ryuji’s house. Despite everything, it’s almost nostalgic. They haven’t taken the train to Ryuji’s together since middle school, and Ann can’t help but smile at the memory of them getting set up to play games in Ryuji’s room or the way she’d always trail behind Shiho and Ryuji when they decided to race to the front door.

They just walk up to the door this time, and Shiho keeps glancing around them as they approach Ryuji’s apartment. No one stops to take note of them, however, and eventually they can hear footsteps approaching the door.

“Look, I already told you I haven’t- Oh!” Ms. Sakamoto’s eyes widen when she sees the two of them. “Ann, Shiho. Come in, quickly.”

She ushers them inside and sits them down at the kitchen table. “Can I get you girls something to drink?”

“No we’re fine. We’re not going to stay long,” Ann says.

“Ah, alright.” Ms. Sakamoto takes her own mug and sits down across from them, tapping her fingers against the mug. “So, how is Ryuji?”

Ann and Shiho share a quick look. 

“That’s what we came to ask you, actually,” Shiho says. “He didn’t tell you where he was going?”

Ms. Sakamoto’s shoulders slump. “No. He thought it would be safer if I didn’t know.”

“Did he tell you anything, anything at all?”

“I mean, you know Ryuji. He got an idea of a place he could go and practically ran out the front door, before I told him to at least sneak out the fire escape. All he said was that you’d meet up with him. I assumed that meant you had a safe house or something.”

Ann shakes her head. “No, we don’t.”

“But don’t worry,” Shiho adds quickly, “we know he hasn’t been arrested. And Ryuji’s always been tough, he’s fine.”

Ms. Sakamoto takes a deep breath. “Yes, you’re right.”

After that, Ms. Sakamoto insists that Ann and Shiho take a bag of cookies with them and they say their goodbyes. They slip into a nearby alleyway and Shiho groans as she slumps against a building.

“Well this is just great. We’re back to square one.” 

Ann hums. “I mean, not completely. We know it’s somewhere Ryuji thinks we’ll know he’ll be so he probably decided to hide in a place that was very… Ryuji.”

Shiho bites her lip and tries to think. “I mean, I can think of a ton of places that are very ‘Ryuji’ but not exactly ‘hide out from the cops appropriate’.”

“Well, i mean our first couple of meeting places were the school rooftop and the accessway tunnel in Shibuya.”

“Wait, like, in public?” Shiho asks.

“Yeah. I think at some point Yusuke or Makoto called it a ‘refuge in audacity,’ like it’s so insane a place to hold secret meetings that no one would bother to look there.”

“Huh.” Shiho crosses her arms. “Was that your intention when you picked it out?”

“No,” Ann says, pouting, “and don’t give me that look. We didn’t exactly get caught because we were meeting in the accessway.”

“Isn’t that how Niijima-senpai found out about you?”

“No, she found out about us because we were talking at school and didn’t know she was eavesdropping. And Akechi found out about us because he saw us in the Metaverse so that doesn’t even count. The accessway was a super convenient meeting spot and it worked, so shut up.” Ann gives Shiho a playful shove, and Shiho laughs.

“Alright, so we can’t rule out Ryuji’s hiding spot just because it seems too obvious. So should we just check around every place he’d hang out?”

Ann nods. “So the beef bowl shop, the sports store, the gym…

“The arcade?”

“Ooh yeah, we should check the one in Akihabara too since we need to go there anyway.”

“Alright then, let’s go. We’re burning daylight.”

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Haru gets off the train in Kanda and gawks at the church. She’s heard Yusuke and Akira describe it, but she hasn’t been able to go herself before. It’s a gorgeous building.

She spots a girl in a Kosei uniform staring at a shogi board. 

“Um, excuse me, are you Hifumi Togo?” Haru asks after quietly approaching her. There are only a few elderly patrons there as well as the priest at the front of the building.

Hifumi looks up at her. “Yes, is there something I can help you with?”

“Well, my friend Akira said you’re a good Shogi teacher and I’ve been meaning to learn.”

Hifumi’s eyes widen. “Yes, I am. Would you like to join me for a game?”

Haru nods and takes the seat next to her.

Hifumi arranges the pieces. “So, is there anything i can do to help?”

“I don’t suppose you’ve heard about Yusuke Kitagawa?”

Hifumi furrows her brow and moves one of her pieces. “Well, the rumor goes, he disappeared into thin air.”

“What does that mean?”

“He tends to stay after school in the art room very late so when the notice went out, a bunch of officers showed up at the school building proper and his dorm. He was in the art room, and the police shooed everyone else still in the school away from the building before going to collect him. But apparently someone heard from their brother who overheard the janitor talking about how Kitagawa was nowhere to be seen when the police opened the door to the art room. They tore the building apart, apparently, but he’d disappeared into thin air.”

“And no one’s heard anything since?” 

“No.”

Haru closes her eyes and counts her breaths. When she opens them again, Hifumi is watching her with concern.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m just concerned,” Haru says. Tears are starting to well up in her eyes. “It’s just, I don’t know where half of my friends are, and they’ve done so much for me when I was practically a stranger, and what did that get them? They were led into a complete trap by going after my father, and now Shido wants to finish the job.” Haru’s nails bite into her palms. “I keep trying to stay calm and telling myself it’ll be fine, but then I think of all the reasons it isn’t and-”

Hifumi slams a piece down on the board. “Enough of that. You have to stay strong. If you accept defeat, then you’re sure to lose. You have to keep your chin up, no matter what. You can still win this. I know it’s not obvious but I’ve heard people in school talking. They may not be numerous, but there are people who still believe in the Phantom Thieves, including myself. You can’t wallow in despair while there’s still something you can do.”

Haru blinks. “Oh.” She wipes her eyes. “Yes, of course. You’re right. I’m sorry to unload that on you, I was just-”

“You’re fine. I know we’ve just met under less than ideal circumstances, but like I said I believe in your cause. If you need someone to talk to, I’ll be here.”

“Thank you, Togo-san.”

“Well you can call me Hifumi for one thing. And for another, I want to help in any way that I can. Any friend of Akira’s is my friend.”

“Thank you, Hifumi.” Haru stretches out her hand. “By the way, I’m Haru Okumura.”

They finish up their games and Hifumi writes down her number for Haru for when Haru can safely use a phone again, and they part ways.

Haru feels better on the train ride back, so much so that she doesn’t notice the boy in a Shujin uniform staring at her, at first.

But, when she gets off the train in Shibuya, she catches the boy following her. Instead of making the connection back to Yogen-Jaya, she walks around the Underground Mall to try and lose him. Eventually she does, but it’s only a moment of respite before she sees a police officer heading towards her.

Haru moves quickly, sprinting up the stairs into Station Square, and tries to get lost in the crowd. She slips down another set of stairs and tries to calm down, in case someone passes by.

She hears some commotion and pokes her head out to see more officers walking by and coming closer.

“Listen to me! I saw who you’re looking for. The Phantom Thief-”

Haru holds her breath and starts looking for a way out.

“-just went towards Central Street.”

Haru stops and turns towards the man who was talking. He’s clearly a politician who was campaigning in front of her hiding spot. The cops nod to him and run off, followed by a crowd of onlookers.

Haru waits for a few minutes, when the man says, much softer, “Are you alright dear?”

“Yes, sir. Thank you. I take it you’re Mr. Yoshida?” Haru asks. “A friend of Akira’s

The man gives a sheepish smile. “Well, yes. How is Kurusu doing?”

“We’re all holding it together the best we can,” Haru replies.

“I’m so sorry all of this is happening to you, to think people would actually believe the Phantom Thieves would kill someone, and be so quick to turn against a group of children. It’s shameful.”

“Well, not everyone’s turned against us. Thanks, you really saved me there.”

“Happy, to help. Now hurry along, before you get caught again.” 

Haru waves to Yoshida and walks back to the train station, where she bumps into Ann and Shiho.

“Hey, how’s it going?” Haru asks.

“We’re still looking for Ryuji,” Shiho says. “We’re about to check Akihabara.”

“I’ll go with you, but we’ve gotta be quick. I was just recognized.”

Ann and Shiho nod, and they head onto the train. On the ride over they fill Haru in on what happened with Ryuji’s mother.

In the arcade, a boy with a red hat and blue letterman jacket spots them, his eyes widening instantly.

“Crap, I think we just got recognized,” Ann mutters.

Before they can leave, the boy sprints over to them. “Hey. You’re the Phantom Thieves, right?”

“No,” Shiho says, blocking his view of Ann, “I think you’ve gotten us mistaken for someone else.”

“Nah, I’m pretty sure you’re them. Listen, I think I saw your friend walk by here a little while ago.”

“Are you sure?” Haru asks.

“Almost positive.”

“Can you show us where?” The boy nods, and leads them out of the arcade. “I just saw them pass by a little while ago.” 

“Let’s split up,” Ann says, and they split down the middle, checking the nearby alleyways. 

“Ryuji, are you here?” Ann whisper-shouts. Ryuji doesn’t poke his head out, but someone else does.

“Makoto?” Ann, gasps.

“Shh, there were cops prowling around here earlier.” Makoto pulls her into the alleyway, then a giant hug. “I’ve been so worried about you guys.”

“Us too, but hold on.” Ann goes back to the mouth of the alleyway and waves Haru, Shiho, and the kid over.

“Ann what is it- Makoto?” Haru doesn’t waste a second wrapping Makoto in a hug.

“Suzui?” Mishima steps out from behind Makoto.

Shiho grins. “Helping out too, huh Mishima?”

“Yeah.”

“How are the others?” Makoto asks.

“Well we’ve met up with Akira, Akechi, and Morgana, and they’re getting help. Luckily Akira has a lot of friends in different places,” Haru says.

“We’re planning on securing the route to Shido’s Treasure tomorrow,” Ann says.

“Cutting it close on Sae and Sojiro’s trial date, but when haven’t we?” Makoto says with a smile. “Alright, we meeting the others?”

Shiho nods. “We should be getting back to Yogen-Jaya soon, actually.”

“So, the Phantom Thieves are gonna go after Shido next?” Mishima asks.

“Awesome,” the kid says.

“Oh, I’m sorry, we never got your name,” Ann realizes.

“Shinya Oda. I’m a friend of Akira’s. He totally you guys were the Phantom Thieves before anyone else.”

“I’m pretty sure I knew first,” Mishima says. “I mean I am the Admin of the PhanSite.”

“Really? That’s cool so you’re like Mission Control?”

“Yeah, sorta.”

“We have to go,” Ann says. “Mishima, Shinya. Are you going to be ok?”

“Yeah, totally,” Shinya says.

Mishima nods, “Don’t worry, we won’t say anything to anyone.”

“Thank you,” Haru says, “we seriously couldn’t have gotten by without you guys.”

“If you wanna thank us, then kick Shido’s butt for us.” Shinya says.

“Yeah, what he said.”

They say goodbye to Shinya and Mishima, then rendezvous with the others back at Takemi’s office, the sun having set. 

Akira and Akechi introduce them to Kasumi properly, and the two groups fill each other in on what everyone else found.

“He just said ‘we’d know where he is’?” Morgana asks once Shiho and Ann finish explaining what happened with Ryuji’s mom.

“Apparently,” Shiho says.

Ann twists one of her pigtails around her finger. “We’ve been trying to figure out what’s a Ryuji place to go but we haven’t had any luck.”

“Maybe it’s less a matter of us trying to think of where Ryuji would go,” Makoto suggests, “and more Ryuji going someplace he thinks we would go.”

“And where would that be?” Akechi asks.

Akira closes his eyes and thinks for a moment. Then it hits him. 

“I think I know where he is,” Akira says. “If I’m right, then we can all meet at the Diet Building tomorrow,” he shouts as he’s running off.

“Akira, where are we going?” Morgana asks from the bag. 

The train isn’t going nearly fast enough, and Akira sprints down Central Street to the familiar sign of Untouchable. When he gets inside, Iwai is the only person there.

“Iwai, has my friend been here at all?” Akira asks, slamming his hands on the counter.

Iwai frowns. “Geez kid, calm down, you’ll draw way too much attention.” He tilts his head behind him. “Back room.”

Akira practically leaps over the counter, causing Morgana to yelp, and rushes towards the back room. 

In the hallway, he practically runs face first into Ryuji.

“Akira!”

“Ryuji!” Akira gives him a massive hug.

Ryuji laughs. “Took you long enough dude.”

Morgana pokes his head out of Akira’s bag. “You’ve just been at Untouchable this whole time?”

“Yeah. Figured we’d be going after Shido at some point, and that meant getting weapons, plus I knew Iwai hates cops so it seemed like the perfect place.”

“This kids been eating all of my ration bars,” Iwai calls from the front.

“Heh, sorry,” Ryuji calls back. “But seriously, Iwai’s been super cool. Especially since I kinda showed up like a crazy person. Kaoru’s cool too, he’s been playing cards with me to help me not go insane coped up back here. Oh, also I’ve been learning about guns and shit while I’m here.”

“Glad to hear you’re doing well, then.” Morgana says. “We were all starting to get worried about you.”

“Aww, miss me Mona?”

“Not more than anyone else.” Morgana snaps.

Ryuji laughs again and Akira feels so much better hearing it. Ryuji’s confidence has always been infectious.

“So, wanna fill us in on what happened to you?” Morgana asks.

“Sure.”

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Genei Ibun Roku #FE | Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE, Fire Emblem Heroes Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Aoi Itsuki & Summoner | Eclat | Kiran, Aoi Itsuki and Tiki Characters: Aoi Itsuki, Summoner | Eclat | Kiran, Chiki | Tiki Additional Tags: Fortuna Idols, here we go again Series: Part 5 of Fallen Heroes: Fortuna Entertainment Summary:

We know the story of one Fallen Lord. But… the second. We don’t know his story.

We don’t know the tragic life of this Itsuki Aoi.

…Sometimes, heroes fall even without their own consent.

like rats fleeing a sinking ship, pt 6.

intermission iii

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“What the hell.” Akechi is the only one to speak as everyone staying in Takemi’s apartment stares at the TV and the news of Sae’s arrest. “What the actual hell, Sae?” Akechi runs a hand through his hair and starts pacing. “How could you get arrested? How.”

“Makoto’s here.” Akira mutters, more to himself than anyone else.

“We need to deal with Shido. Tomorrow.” Akechi says.

“Akechi, how many times do we have to tell you. We can’t be hasty,” Morgana snaps.

“We don’t have any more time to stall.”

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like rats fleeing a sinking ship, pt. 5

Whumptober Day 7: I’ve got you

Prompt “Support”

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Makoto turns over and stares at the cream colored wall, and tries not to think about the police radio tucked into Sae’s bag on the other side of her bed. 

They’d been using it to stay one step ahead of the police ever since the arrest went out, but according to Sae they’re safe enough that Makoto doesn’t have to be constantly listening to it. Of course, the real reason Sae has confiscated it is because Makoto’s been listening to it obsessively for any news of her friends.

“I can hear you thinking.” Sae says.

Makoto sighs and sits up. “I’m just-”

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Genei Ibun Roku #FE | Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE, Persona 5 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Characters: Original Female Character(s), Kurono Kiria, Tsurugi Yashiro, Minamoto Mamori, Carmen (Persona 5), Goemon (Persona 5) Series: Part 2 of Stolen Souls Summary:

Sora’s here, and it’s time for you to hear what she has to say.

My teacher: Write a The Tell Tale Heart-esque story!

Me: Ohohoho? Can I use elements from existing stories?

My teacher: Yep,

Me: *cackles wildly*

Chapters: 18/18 Fandom: Genei Ibun Roku #FE | Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE, Persona 5, 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Oribe Tsubasa & Caeda, Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright & Aoi Itsuki, Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright & Persona 5 Protagonist, Amamiya Ren (Persona Series) & Aoi Itsuki, Aoi Itsuki & Kurusu Akira, Aoi Itsuki & Persona 5 Protagonist Characters: Oribe Tsubasa, Caeda (Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE), Takamaki Ann, Amamiya Ren, Kurusu Akira, Persona 5 Protagonist, Aoi Itsuki, Akagi Touma, Tsurugi Yashiro, Yumizuru Eleonora, Kurono Kiria, Sakura Futaba, Oribe Ayaha, Sakamoto Ryuji, Kitagawa Yusuke, Akechi Goro, Niijima Makoto, Okumura Haru, Yoshizawa Sumire | Yoshizawa Kasumi, Morgana (Persona Series), Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright, Niijima Sae, Ayasato Mayoi | Maya Fey, Karuma Mei | Franziska von Karma, Original Female Character(s), Sakura Sojiro, Navarre (Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE), Chrom (Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE), Tharja (Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE), Virion (Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE), Cain (Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE), Draug (Tokyo Mirage Sessions #FE), Shimazaki Maiko Additional Tags: It starts w/ TMSFE but P5 and AA will be coming soon!, more tags to come, Major Character Death but also they don’t die, Lmao it’s wack just check it out, TMSFE: Post-Canon, P5: Post-Canon, AA: JfAish era, TMSFE enters at the Prologue, P5 enters at ch 2, AA enters at ch 6! Summary:

Ren Amamiya, Itsuki Aoi, and Phoenix Wright. Three people that are completely different are forced to work together to save the people that they hold dear.

Stolen Souls is officially completed! Thank you all for your support!

AUgust 2020: Angels & Demons

Challenge given by @augustwritingchallenge

Summary: Goro won’t ever get justice. Vengeance, though… Vengeance Goro could get.

“Don’t you want vengeance, Goro Akechi?” A hand shot out from the darkness. “I can offer you vengeance. All I ask is possession of your immortal soul.”

Pairing: N/A can be interpreted as ShuAke

Characters: Goro Akechi, Joker (Akira Kurusu/Ren Amamiya)

Word Count: 2305

CW: N/A

Notes: the tumblr version is unformatted. for that reason, i highly recommend you to read the ao3 version instead so yall get that sweet sweet tone difference.

i didnt include the “angel” part of the angels & demons but you know. potato potahto. also, big thanks to @yusuke-of-valla​ for giving me an AMAZING prompt. hope i did it justice

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She was buried quietly, without fanfare and without mourners. Goro remembered staying at her grave hours after sunset, clutching the single flower he brought for her between his fingers so tightly it had crushed the leaves and petals and stem into a mangled mess.

The sky was a dark inky blot by the time a woman with tightly bunned hair and a blue and white striped uniform came for him and said that since his last living relative was six feet underground, Goro would be put into foster care. Dark clouds swirled over the horizon, flanking the boom of oncoming thunder. Goro wanted to tell her that he had a living relative still, a piece of trash masquerading as a man. Shido. Masayoshi Shido.

But who’d believe a dirty bastard child over the nation’s darling upstanding politician? The son of a whore with not a single yen to his name against a “respectable” and reliable Masayoshi fucking Shido. Even as a child, Goro understood that he won’t get his justice. This biased, pathetic excuse of a system won’t ever give him his justice. He followed that woman into an orphanage and let the years pass being shuffled from place to place. No roots. No friends. No bonds. Just a pebble thrown into sea, meant to be swallowed and spat back out again.

Goro won’t get justice. Justice for the years he suffered unwanted, unneeded, and unloved. He won’t get justice for his mother whose only mistake was being too kind and loving something that deserved no love at all. Justice for the society that looked at his face and deemed him unworthy to be saved and left him to drown.

Goro won’t ever get justice.

“But I can give you vengeance.”

Vengeance.

That word, over and over again in his dreams, a promise, a vow, an offer and an absolution. Goro didn’t know when it started, exactly. All he knew is that at some point in the blur of his adolescence, a voice started calling out to him in his dreams. Hands with black-painted nails, perfectly manicured, beckoning him into the depth of an endless void. Pointed horns and red eyes. A smile and the glint of shiny teeth. And in his mind, the voice would ring out, “Vengeance. Vengeance. Vengeance.”

Justice is for children. Wide-eyed children with petty idealism and a gross misunderstanding of how the world works, of how cruel the world is, of how unwanted and unneeded and un-special they were. Vengeance, though… Vengeance for his mother’s life ruined by the selfish ego of one man undeserving of every breath he deigned to steal, his cruelty, his blatant disregard for the one thing that Goro had in this sham of a life. Vengeance for Goro. Vengeance to quell the pit of hatred and despair and the thrashing of wild listlessness and chaos.

Vengeance, Goro could get.

“Don’t you want Vengeance, Goro Akechi?” asked the voice in his dreams. “Son of a whore and a bastard child. You are playing an unjust game in a world that will never deliver justice.” A hand shot out from the darkness. Pale skin. Dark nails. And past that, further in, gleaming eyes. Blood red. Inhuman. “I can offer you vengeance. I can offer you Masayoshi Shido’s head on a pike, his legacy tarnished, the vision of Japan he was willing to burn the world down for handed to you on a silver platter.”

And in his dreams, Goro always refused. Denied and rejected and lashed out with violent words and the hurl of his fists that only ever seemed to pass through smoke. Even in his dreams, he was taunted. Taunted with something he can never truly have.

That time though, that night, on the eighth anniversary of the day of his mother’s death, on the day Goro stood alone over her grave crushing a delicate flower in his murderous, loveless hands, the creature lurking in Goro’s head won.

In that dream, Goro had reached out back into the darkness, hands shaking as he hesitated mere inches from the flawless hand beckoning him into a mad abyss. “And you’d want something in return, I presume?”

There was almost a chuckle in response to that. “But of course,” said the creature. Horns flashed for a brief moment, sharp and black and angled forward. Flames seemed to lick up the creature’s smile. “All I ask is possession of your immortal soul, Goro Akechi. Give that to me upon your death, and you will have all that you want and more.”

A soul. A soul to finally see Shido fall. To see his pathetic excuse for a father finally get his just desserts. A soul to get the justice -the vengeance- for his mother, for himself. Goro leaned forward, let his bony half-starved hand grasp the one shrouded in darkness, and spoke:

“You have yourself a deal.”

Because really. His soul was dirty, broken, and worth less than the mud on his shirt.

If that’s what he had to give, then he’d give it. Gladly. A hundred, a thousand, a million times over.

The figure in the darkness of his dreams grasped his hand, grasped it tightly, too tightly, until it began to hurt but Goro held on. Then the hand shaked his, slowly, deliberately, and a burning searing pain followed. Not in Goro’s hand but further in, his chest, his head, his heart. His soul. It burned and burned and burned a searing pain, like something was peeling his skin away bit by agonising bit. Still Goro held on.

“Stubborn,” chuckled the voice in Goro’s dream. The hand receded, the pain faded, until all that Goro was left with was darkness and the piercing red eyes. “We will get along well, Goro Akechi.”

The eyes vanished and left behind an echo.

“You may call me Joker.”

Goro woke up.

He was not a child, not a teenager fraught with dreams of deals and vengeance and darkness. He was Goro Akechi, a respected detective fresh out of the academy, praise and accolades and connections to his name. Loved by the common folk for his humble beginnings, an orphan who had to work and bleed and sweat to claw his way into the upper echelons of society, a beacon of hope that maybe they too can make their way up the ladder. Loved by the elite for his charm and wit and charisma, his flawless manners, his cadence, his posture, his mask. One of his masks.

It took years. Years longer than what Goro would have wanted, years longer than what Goro could have been patient with, but at last, he could begin the endeavor that kept him going through years. Bring down Shido. More than a quick death. More than humiliation. More than anything Goro himself could have thought of.

The thing that Masayoshi Shido valued most. Himself. His reputation. His power. His legacy. His control. Brick by fucking brick, Goro would tear it all down. Watch the ruins burn in ashes. Have Shido’s name cursed for years, for generations, for future historians to come. Have the entirety of this nation sneer at the mere mention of his name.

All it took was a soul.

The best damn thing Goro’s soul could ever be worth, honestly.

“I can do many things, Goro, but even I can’t delay a dedicated media crew,” came a voice in his head. Familiar, after years of hearing it. Joker stood at the doorway, insouciant, relaxed, leaning against the frame of Goro’s bedroom door with that irritating nigh-permanent smirk on his face.

He looked human now, which was probably the most unsettling thing about him. No horns. No face wreathed in fire. No clawed hands, no tail, no wings. Joker’s red eyes were a very human black, framed with glasses that made him look innocent and harmless when he was anything but. “Out of bed Goro.” Really, the only thing that belied Joker’s true nature was his smile. The glint of canines just a bit too sharp to be human, visible for only a breath before vanishing once again into this perfect veneer. A mask. “The new Detective Prince can’t be late for his own interview, Goro. Out of bed.”

The pillows were soft, the mattress inviting, the window positioned just so to let the right amount of sunlight in. Ultimately simple, so that when reporters and paparazzi invaded what little semblance of privacy he had left, all they’d see was a humble man living a humble life. The image Goro wanted to cultivate, that Joker advised him to cultivate. The perfect mask.

With a heavy sigh, Goro dragged himself back to the realm of the conscious with a false smile, practised so often it reached his eyes, crinkled them at the edges and lit them up how a real smile would. It was terrifying how he didn’t even have to think about it, how it was as easy as breathing. “My interview isn’t until after noon.” Goro can’t quite remember the last time he smiled genuinely. It was terrifying that Goro didn’t care. And though sleep clung to him still, Goro sat straight-backed, knees slung over his bed and crossed at the ankle. An image. A mask.

Joker gave him a smile. Well, it wasn’t entirely a smile. There was joy in it, sure, and more than a little excitement, but Goro had never quite seen another human being give that look. One of hedonistic greed not for power or wealth but for thrill, chasing something that can’t be caught and loving every second anyway. A dangerous thing, an incorporeal thing, an emotion or an experience or just the mere imaginings of something too alien for Goro to grasp.

“It isn’t. But wouldn’t you want to witness the death of the IT President that eats from Shido’s hand like a loyal dog?”

But then again, Joker wasn’t human.

For all Goro knew, this look was how creatures like Joker smiled. If they could even smile. If Goro could even smile. His camera-ready expression slipped into something other at the news. Lips stretched wide, teeth bared. It might have been a smile. It might have been him imitating the expression Joker’s face. It might have been simply Goro, delighted to know that the crumbling of Shido’s empire had already begun. Sadistic and feral and removed.

“I thought you said that Shido shouldn’t die,” said Goro conversationally, in the same tone one might discuss the weather. Despite how still and steady his voice was, he could not hide the excited tremor that ran through his body, the thrill of seeing his dream finally begin to take root and bloom into an ugly thorny rose.

If Joker noticed, he did not say. “True. I said Shido shouldn’t die. But I said nothing of the men working under him.” Goro was on his feet. Wordlessly, Joker handed him a simple summer outfit, a coat, his gloves. “The ultimate suffering for Shido is a life without power, without influence. A long life of being less than nothing. His subordinates though?”

“Weapons,” said Goro as he dressed himself. To be used against Shido. To have their lives be the sword and the bullets and the gun. To have their deaths be a wound.

For a split second, Goro could have sworn that flames erupted in Joker’s eyes. But when he blinked, it was gone, and Joker was laughing.“Right you are, Goro. They’re casualties in the war. Trash. Tools that have outlived their usefulness.” Joker led Goro out the bedroom, into the hall. Handed him a cup of coffee and a sandwich. “A threat to Shido perhaps?” Joker paused his stride just long enough to look into Goro’s eyes. “Maybe our IT President found something about Shido that he shouldn’t have.” They did not stop in the dining room for Goro’s breakfast.

“Did he?”

“Does it matter?” Joker asked.

“It doesn’t.”

Joker chuckled. The hallway light flickered with each breath and the shadows curled at his ankle. “We’ll create a story, Goro. The president dies from some… unseen force and you’re simply the good samaritan who wanted to help. You’ll get closer to the public, you get an in with Shido, and you get to watch the fall from inside the ivory tower.”

Goro took a sip of his coffee. Roasted to perfection. “And you will get my soul.”

They passed by the floor mirror in the living room. Joker’s reflection was not that of a man with fluffy black hair and a dark button-up. It was shadow and flame and a creature with horns and black-clawed hands. “And I will get your soul. But only after you watch Shido get dragged through something worse than hell. Such is the terms of our deal.”

All for the price of Goro’s soul.

“Well,” Goro smiled, sharp and fake and utterly convincing, “I suppose I’ll take my morning walk. I have an interview coming up, after all. I should clear my head.”

Joker laughed. Deep, hungry, triumphant. He vanished into black smoke and receded into the dark corners of the house just as Goro opened the door. He wasn’t gone though, not really. There was a fire in Goro’s chest, painful and freeing and damning all at once. A brand of malediction and a stain on the soul he already sold.

And when Goro saw a brown-haired man in nice clothes with a laptop bag slung over his shoulder suddenly collapse in the middle of the street, grasping his throat for invisible hands that slowly strangled life out, he heard Joker’s voice in his head again. Loud, clear, and malicious.

Vengeance.

Vengeance.

Vengeance.

Goro dropped his coffee and his breakfast and rushed forward, putting on a mask that fit far too well on his face. “Are you alright sir!?”

Vengeance.