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stargazer-balladeer · 3 years

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Can I request persona leaders comforting an s/o dealing with toxic parents? My parents have kind of been destroying mental health recently.

S/o with Toxic Parents [Persona Leaders]

Characters Included: Akira Kurusu, Yu Narukami, Minato Arisato & Minako Arisato

Note: I’m so sorry to hear that 😞 If you need someone to talk to, I’m here. Hope you’ll like this!

Reader’s Gender: Neutral

Warnings: Mentions of toxic parents, verbal and physical abuse.

Akira Kurusu

— Akira would be so furious when he finds out that you have that kind of parents. He might not have the same hatred as Ryuji when it comes to adults, but he hates that kind of people who degrades other people, especially their children.

— Akira will help you, no doubt about it. He might also change their heart (whether you know it or not)! When your parents get arrested, he will beg Sojiro (I forgot this dude’s name and had to google it LMAO) to make you stay with him. Sojiro relents (with a condition of course, no nasty things 😒).

— Even though you don’t want to, Akira would force you to live with him. When you two started living together, he’ll spoil you with affection and love. He isn’t ashamed in declaring his love for you.

— Akira would have a sad and angry look on his eyes whenever you flinch. Sad that throughout your life, your parents have been abusing you. And angry that he should’ve been here earlier to save you.

— Akira might not be a therapist but he can try to be one. Just tell him everything and he won’t judge. When you start to cry, he’ll pull you in for a hug.

“Shh.. it’s okay. I’m here.” The warmth and cozy feeling of Akira’s embrace is enough to send another wave of tears. You tightly clench the back of his shirt as you sob in his chest. The moon was out as some of the light pass through the attic’s window.

Akira didn’t mind that you were staining his shirt at all. He wants you to let it all out. His brows knitted together once more when his thoughts went to your parents. Oh how he wanted to make them pay for what they’ve done to you.

“That’s it.. let it all out.” How your agony cries make his heart twist painfully in his chest. Like a knife repeatedly stabbing him. He wants to clear all of your awful thoughts. To get rid of the pain your parents brought to you. But he couldn’t. All he could do now is hold you in his embrace as he waits for you to stop.

Yu Narukami

— Yu is actually shock when he finds out about your background, then his face morph into a deadly murderous glare. Which makes the whole Investigation Team afraid of him. This is afterall their first time seeing Yu angry— no, furious.

—“P-Partner! Calm down—!” “Where are they?” “Meep—“

— Yu would immediately bring you into a warm hug when he finds you. He craddles your head behind the back as he whispers sweet nothings in your ears.

— Yu would immediately tell Dojima about what’s happening in your family. Even though you don’t want to, Yu couldn’t bear to see you suffer anymore. After they get arrested, Yu would also ask Dojima if you can move in with them. (Dojima saying yes bc he pities you too)

— Yu would immediately worry if you disappeared, his mind would be fill with endless worry because of the fact that your shadow counterpart can appear in the TV world. If it’s not, then Yu would be so grateful and pamper you with love. But if it is, Yu is already ready to take on your Shadow.

— Yu would do everything to cheer you up. When I mean by everything, everything. This boi would move heaven and earth for you. All he wants is to get rid of your painful thoughts.

“Hey, darling. Where are you?” You can hear Yu calling for you downstairs, but you couldn’t answer. You hiccup pathetically as you press your hand harder to cover your mouth, muffling your cries. You could hear your parents words still, as if they were still here. Still taunting you about how pathetic you are.

“You pathetic, good-for-nothing child! Why the hell are you crying?!” Tears were still pouring out of your eyes as the voice of your mother ring in your ears. “You’re just a bitch, why did we receive such a useless child.” Your whimper grew louder when the laughter of your father resonated through your head.

Your eyes snapped open when you felt someone near you. You bit your lower lip as you closed your eye, anticipating for the abuse. You flinch when you felt someone removing the duvet you’re under and touching you. The person quickly withdrew their hand.

You didn’t dare to open your eyes, fearing that both of your parents came back to get you. The fear crawling through your veins as you whimper a bit. You felt someone tenderly running a hand through your hair. “Shh.. it’s okay.”

You recognized the voice. You slowly opened your eyes to meet your boyfriend’s gentle and reassuring face. He was sitting on the side with his hand running through your hair. No words needed, you quickly crawl towards him, seeking his comfort. Yu immediately welcome you to his embrace.

He pets your head as you sob in his neck. His eyes glazed with tears as well as his hug tighten. “It’s okay.. their not coming back. I promise.”

Minato Arisato

— This would be the first time that the group will ever see their leader showing his emotion. Minato’s emotion is actually spiralling, he doesn’t know what to feel when he heard about your.. condition at home. His face contorts quickly from shock, angry, sad, concern and worry.

— Minato doesn’t immediately pull you into a hug, but he does open his arms for you. He’ll hug you tightly when you rush to his embrace. He doesn’t need to say anything as he nuzzle his face to your neck.

— Even though Minato doesn’t want you to be there anymore, he doesn’t have a choice. If the police takes away your parents, then where will you go? Will you also have a similar fate to him? He doesn’t want you to be an orphan just like him.

— But, even though Minato can’t bring justice to your parents just yet (lol. wrong game), he would make you move in to the Dormitory. So that he can take care of you and make sure you are far away from your toxic parents.

— Minato would glare at anyone who’ll make mean comments (Yukari 😒) or make you uncomfortable (Junpei 😒). Everyone by now knows not to mess with their leader’s s/o.

— Minato might not be affectionate but he’ll try. But, one thing is sure, he’ll always have time for you. Even though he’s tired from Tartarus, school, and Confidant rising, he’ll make time for you.

— Minato will also dote on you like the rest of the leaders. He will give you small gifts and trinkets, give you food and share his earphones with you. Even though he can’t erase all of the traumatic experience your parents gave to you, he’ll be damned that he’s trying his best.

— Minato understands if you need some alone time. And he would be so surprised whenever you flinch. He doesn’t bring it up but you can see the pain in his eyes whenever he sees you flinch.

“Can.. I come in?” Minato’s voice rang through the room. You didn’t have the energy to move from your bed, nor can you find your voice to call to him. You just feel.. nothing. Useless just like what your parents say.

You’ve already shed all of your tears, nothing is left anymore to shed as you laid motionless. Your eyes never left the ceiling, even when the door opened and closed. You could hear him walking towards you. Your eyes flickered to him before returning to the ceiling.

“Move.” Minato said, more like commanded, but he said that quietly and so gentle. You did what you were told as you roll to the side. You could feel your bed dipping slightly when Minato sat and laid down.

He made you face him as you stare at his blue-oceanic eyes. His eyes were usually cold and emotionless, but now, they were filled with admiration and sadness. He carefully place an arm around you, probably testing if you’re gonna push him away or not.

You didn’t do anything, so he took this as a sign to hug you. Your face was on the crook of his neck as you could feel his fingers running through your hair. Even though Minato isn’t talking, you could feel your eyes prickling with tears again.

Minato only held you close as you cried in his neck. He doesn’t need words afterall to express his concern to you..

Minako Arisato

— Minako might already have an idea on what’s going on with you. But that doesn’t change the fact that she’s very sad about the fact that you have that kind of parents. She might be angry, yes. But she’s more concern and worry about you than them.

— Minako would hold your hands first before hugging you. She wants to make sure you’re okay first before hugging you. Afterall, you’re wellbeing is much more important than hers.

— Like Minato, she doesn’t have any power against your parents. As much as she wants them gone (believe me, she does), she doesn’t want you to be an orphan just like her. So she makes you move in with her in the Dormitory.

— As much as Minako wants to share a room with you, she respects your privacy. But she will make sure that you’re room is next to hers so that when you need her, she’ll be immediately be there.

— Minako would dote on you like usual, except with much more love. But she wouldn’t overwhelm you! She extremely loves you and doesn’t like seeing you unhappy.

— Even though Minako can’t change what happened, she can change what happens in the future. She would make sure that nothing bad would happen to you again. Even if it means escaping the country so that you wouldn’t go back to your family.

— Whenever you flinch when she tries to hold you, she quickly retracts her hand and ask you if you’re okay.

“Thank you so much, Minako..” Minako hums as you two cuddle in bed. It was already the late of night, and you had a nightmare. Minako immediately came to your room and calmed you down. “Why’re you thank me for?”

“You know,, for.. helping me escape from my parents.” She knew that you were having a hard time coping ever since you move in with them in the Dormitory. Especially since your parents practically drill all those nasty things about you in your head. Minako just embraces you tighter and nuzzle her head on top of your head.

“What’re partners for?” She giggles as you weakly chuckle. Minako might not know what the future will hold, but if she has to choice, she’ll spend the rest of her life with you. Trying to make you happy and make up for the unhappy times.

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sailorsunspot · 3 years

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I found this reinako drabble i wrote 5 years ago while i was looking back through my old google docs, and i liked it so i finished it up! Not too much, just about 1600 words of fluff.

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Rei pressed the doorbell to Minako’s house before fishing her phone out of her pocket and glancing over the glowing display. 7:10. She told Minako she would arrive around 7:25, but knowing the vivacious blonde’s precarious relationship with scheduling, she had opted to show up just a little bit earlier. Her disapproving scowl was usually enough to stir up some sense of urgency into the blonde - and if the stars were aligned, they would - somehow - be ready for when Haruka swung over to pick them up.

She wasn’t holding her breath.

After a few minutes had passed, she found herself depressing the doorbell yet again. Her impatience proved fruitful as she heard the faint strains of a voice through the construct that separated them.

“Just a minute!”

Rei’s arms crossed over her chest by their own accord, a scowl settling on her features. But the rustling on the other end of the door was growing louder, and before she could grow impatient enough to test the doorbell once more, the fine white surface swung open to reveal a grinning Minako.

It only took Minako half of a second to drop the grin in favor of unenthusiastic disbelief as blue eyes raked over Rei’s form.

“Uhm, what are you wearing?”

“...What? Clothes.”

Before she could protest further, lithe fingers had wrapped around her wrist, tugging her into the home.

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The first thing one noticed when they walked into Minako’s room was how reflective it was. There was a mirror on every wall, providing every possible angle a girl could dream of inspecting. And, more specifically, there was a single spot near the middle of the room that allowed one the privilege of looking themselves over without strain.

And it was the exact spot Rei found herself corralled into occupying.

With a scowl and a subtle flush of her cheeks, Rei turned to glower at the blonde. “This is stupid. I look fine.”

Minako was appraising her critically, her hand cupping her chin in an almost academic manner. “Yes, you look like you’re about to give a presentation to the board of directors about the state of finances last quarter. We’re going to a party, Rei - not a corporate merger.” She was so flippant and confident with her dismissal that Rei couldn’t help but peek back to the mirror, half-convinced she had missed something while dressing this afternoon. But the longer she inspected herself, the more convinced she was in her own righteousness.

She wore a rich burgundy turtleneck that clung in a shapely manner to her skin and complimented her naturally pale complexion and raven hair. Her dark skinny jeans were similarly tight, especially when paired with the high heels that did wonders to her already impressively long legs. The silver belt that dangled loosely around her waist offered her an understated flair. She didn’t look prudish or professional - she looked refined. Mature. Elegant. Words that - of course - would mean absolutely nothing to Mina.

“You’re crazy. I look good.”

“Sure Jan.” Minako drawled out, already digging through her rather expansive walk-in closet. Articles of brightly colored clothing flew around as she inspected and vetted each individual item, without a care for the mess that was progressively growing in the previously semi-clean room. “No but really; I get that you’re not into men, but does that mean we all must suffer?”

“Does it look like I care about you suffer- wait, what?” There was abject shock written on Rei’s features as her brain caught up with what Minako had just said, the makings of a blush crowning on the Senshi of Flame’s cheeks.

This was not something Rei was used to - or even comfortable with - thinking about, nevermind discussing. When they were younger, she had been among the leaders of the pack when it came to chasing boys. Her beauty and type-A personality had worked as a shining beacon for the opposite sex, but she found the thrill not in their attention, but in the reflection of her friends who marveled at her master with men. She did not date often - once in a while, and only with those individuals deemed truly impressive and desirable. But every time, the experience was regretfully lacking, until she came to terms with the fact that she simply had no interest in men.

They were an entirely non-sexual, non-appealing entity to her. When they weren’t actively offending her sensibilities, she felt entirely apathetic to their existence, the same way she might feel towards a floor lamp in the corner of the room.

But whereas she had acknowledged and accepted this fact privately, she certainly didn’t make it known to her friends. For this exact reason.

Minako stopped emptying out her closet in favor of poking her head out to look and laugh at Rei. “Hello! Goddess of Love here! You haven’t gone out with anyone in like, three years Reiko-”

“Don’t call me that.”

“- and you don’t even bat an eye when we did that university tour with all those hunky college dudes. That track and field team, with their short short short short-”

“Minako.”

“- short shorts. Hey, it’s okay Rei! Different strokes for different folks, you know? Besides, more for me!” The blonde ducked back into the closet and Rei was left with nothing but the shuffling in the background to occupy her mind. She considered denying what Minako had professed - for she didn’t have to be a psychic to know that no good would come out of Minako knowing this - but what good would that do her in the long run? The blonde dolt rarely let something as trivial as reality get in the way of her fun, so why should she even bother?

The answer came to her as she strode out of the closet, carrying what looked to be a flimsy shirt of a shimmering violet, which she threw triumphantly in Rei’s direction. “Okay, lesbo, try this on!”

Rei didn’t even bother to try and catch it. She had vague suspicions that she had turned as red as her shirt, but she couldn’t tell if it was due to mortification or indignation “WHAT?”

“My sweet summer child, it’s okay! This is a safe place!” She slide up beside Rei, clasping her hands on Rei’s shoulders, an earnest expression on her face that was undercut by shining eyes. “If you’re worried about the coming out process, don’t be - trust me, we all know. I can have Haruka whip you up a handy pamphlet or something, she loves that kind of stuff.”

Rei scowled, wrenching herself from Minako’s grasp and turning so she could focus the full extent of her most formidable glare on her. “What makes you think I’m like her?”

Minako wasn’t at all phased, the smile etched on her features wide and mischievous. She was the very definition of smug, a fact which grated at Rei’s already frayed patience. “I’ve seen the way you look at me, Reiko.”

“Shut up.”

“I mean, who could really blame you. I’m like a ten. I know. Now, c’mon! We don’t have much time!” There was a distinctive whine in Minako’s voice as she ignored the tensed, irritated body language Rei was presenting in favor of moving to tug Rei’s sweater off of her. She had always been an unreasonably brave girl.

Rei reacted the only way she could; with ferocious resistance. “Oh my God, get off of me!” She twisted away, stepping back, only to realize that Mina was particularly determined. As the two struggled over the cotton pull-over the strains of the battle could be heard in the form of growling profanities and high-pitched giggling. They were caught up in their own dance, wildly flailing limbs somehow managing to arc in near-perfect synchronicity.

Until they didn’t.

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The rich leather upholstery of Haruka’s latest sports car was cold against her skin. The top Minako had picked out for her barely covered her stomach, and left little to the imagination otherwise. Self-consciously, she tugged at the front of it, before deciding on crossing her arms over her chest and scowling out of the window.

“Oh, man. I can’t believe you wore that.”

As the red violently erupted on her cheeks, Rei turned her sharp gaze to Minako, fueled by the righteousness of her fury. Minako grinned back, somehow managing to look cheeky and insufferable even with the wicked black eye she was now sporting. As Rei looked over the swollen purpling that surrounded her left eye, she felt her anger drain from her body in favor of something slightly more amenable.

She let out a half-hearted harrumph, turning her eyes to the front of the vehicle. She did not move when she felt the soft, gentle touch to her thigh.

“You look really nice.”

Rei blushed right to her toes. And this time, even Rei couldn’t keep the smile from creeping onto her face. After a moment, Rei allowed her arms to unravel, doing her best to ignore the steady beating of her heart as she rested her hand atop of the troublesome girl’s tentatively. Minako laced her fingers between Rei’s.

“But I bet you’d look even nicer with all those clothes taken off.”

“Don’t push it.”

#reinako #minako aino #rei hino #sailor mars #sailor venus #sailor moon #fanfiction #ren writes #im trying to get back into the habit of writing and maybe even posting what i write publically #so hopefull this'll encourage me to keep at it!#otp tho

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illuma-can-you-not-i · 4 years

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Every time Sojiro Sakura was the entire Phantom Thieves' Dad: Makoto

The jukebox in the cafe has been broken for ages, ever since Futaba took it apart and realized that she didn't know how to put it together. But that was ages ago. So why was Sojiro hearing music coming from the cafe now?

"I think I got it.", a familiar voice rang from the cafe, right before the music died off again. "Oh.", Futaba groaned in frustration. "I wouldn't bother. I've had plans of getting rid of that old thing for ages. Takes up too much space.", the man warned as he opened the door, walking in to find his foster daughter in the middle of a circle of tools and Makoto Nijima sitting patiently at a booth. "Sorry I couldn't help.", his daughter apologized, sounding disappointed in herself. "It's fine, the sentiment was enough.", she tries to reassure as the girl sulked home.

"But, if you're getting rid of it then...", the student trailed off, flicking through the old tapes before finding something that satisfied her. "Can I keep these?", Nijima shyly asked, picking up a couple of vinyl records. "Yeah. Go ahead. Better than leaving them in there and collecting dust.", Sojiro responded, getting the shop prepped for the day.

Makoto reclaimed her seat as she started reading some of the song names off of the cassette tape. The Nijimi's were a very musical family. A lot of them were songs she remembered during her childhood. "Recognize some of those songs?", the man asked with a lighthearted tone, noting the fond look in Makoto's eye. She gave a soft smile. "Yeah. My father raised me on them growing up. We would rather sit on the couch and listen to music while talking than watch TV." "I was raised on Seiko Matsuda, Minako Honda, Yoshie Kashiwabara, Momoe, SMAP, and Shinji Tanimura." "Wow, all the classics, huh?", the man remarked, causing the student to huff a faint chuckle. "My childhood lullaby was Subura. Even now, I can't go through the first minute of listening to it before I start to doze off."

"He seems like a great man.", Sojiro commented, getting an affirmed nod. "He was. He always did so much for us, and never asked for anything in return, except that we study hard to go far in life and be fair to everyone we meet."

A silence drew in the building, with the only constant sound being the ticking of the clock. The girl took a heavy sigh as she let her mind wander. "It's... just hard sometimes, you know? It's been years, and there are still times where I can't do, hear, feel certain things without getting emotional. I've sworn off blue-raspberry shaved ice because it'll make me remember the time we went to the beach on my last summer before middle school and he got it for us because I found a little sand crab by the tide and I wanted to take it home as a pet and I named him Sheldon and my Dad had to tell me that the crab was dead and I wasn't happy about that so he bought us Shaved Ice to cheer me up.

I don't think I'll be able to own a brown leather anything just because touching the material brings back memories of his old jacket or a wallet that my sister and I got him for Christmas one year.", she remembered, mind drifting to one time when she was hanging out with Ann and Haru, absolutely refusing to walk into a certain store that specialized in leather engravings, more willing to sit outside and wait than step in. Thankfully, they were willing to walk right past it.

"And then, there are times where I become an absolute wreck for no reason at all. I could just be going about my day, and then all of a sudden, I have to suppress the urge to have an emotional breakdown in the middle of the school hallway." That...was a rough day to get through. She remembered going to bed early that night.

Sojiro chuckled, though without any humor. "I hear ya. Things were pretty rough when I lost my own folks." Nijima's head lifted up, staring at him with attentiveness. She didn't ask the question out loud, but Sakura had gotten the message. "They had done their job. I was well, off in college, setting myself up for a good job. They took good care of me. It was just time for them to punch out.", he described solemnly, eyes shut as he recalled their faces. Their voices. Their funeral. "Still pretty rough for a kid who was fresh in the world.", the man finished, before shaking away the memories. "But hey, what can you do." he shrugged off, deciding to move on.

"What did you do? When times got really rough?", she slowly asked with curiosity, gaze fixated on the dark brown wood of the counter. "What did it take to stop hurting?" Sojiro stopped for a second, trying to un-blur his college memories. "Honestly? Time. A lot of it is just... going to take time. And even then, there's the occasional ache where you wish you could just call them and ask what to do. That happened a lot when I became a father.

I can't tell you what the best thing to do during grief is, but I certainly can tell you the worst. And that is trying to run away from the grief. Suppressing it, ignoring it, using things that will hurt you later to make these completely normal feelings go away. Because it won't work; take it from an old man who tried.", Sojiro advised, closing his eyes as he recalled his own poor choices. "I understand." The Third-Year Student shyly muttered with a nod. "Still. I believe in the old saying about people not being dead as long as they're in your memory if that helps any."

"It certainly does.", Makoto responded, now far more relaxed than when she first left that morning. She stared at the window as the morning sunrise began to shine through the cafe window.

"You alright?", he asked, placing a fresh cup of coffee in front of her. "...I will be.", she muttered, bringing her thoughts back to reality. "Thank you again, Boss. Sorry for making Futaba wake up so early. I don't know why, but this was the first place I thought about going to as a place to calm down.", she admitted, holding the cup in her hand. "From what?", he asked, slightly tilting his head. "...A...bad dream.", Nijima described in the simplest terms possible. Feeling like you were suffocating in a deafening silence after a heavily realistic dream in your own home is a pretty hard feeling to describe, after all.

She gave a heavy sigh as Sojiro moved to turn on the TV. It was on the news, talking about the Phantom Thieves. Because what else would they talk about.

They listened to the report before Makoto spoke up again. "You know? One of the few lessons that he got to teach me was that justice was a concept. An idea that could take many forms. But the one thing that could determine whether justice was the one in the form was how it treated those that were in need.", she gave a soft smile as she stared off in thought. "Sometimes, I wonder what he would think of me now."

Sojiro crossed his arms as he thought of a response. "Well, if he was anything like what you've described to me, I'd say he'd be...proud. Of how far you've come, of the difference you've been making, of the woman you've grown into. He'd be proud of both of you." The young woman looked away from the TV to him. Her eyes were widened in surprise; she wasn't expecting that answer. "You think?", she asked, voice higher than normal. She sounded younger, hopeful. As if her innocence hadn't completely been thrown in the gutter.

"I know.", he reaffirmed, completely serious in his response.

She paused for a moment, beginning to doubt herself again. "What makes you say that?", she asked, looking up at the man, who simply smiled. "Because I certainly am." His remark took her by surprise again, making her start to beam with a bit of pride. Makoto took a long sip from her cup, using it to hide her shy smile.

"Hey.", the man spoke up to get her attention. She set the cup down, looking indecisive for a moment. "I mean it.", Sojiro reassured, before realizing that wasn't what she was indecisive about.

Makoto got up and hugged the man tightly, much to his surprise. She was always the reserved one when it came to stuff like this. Still, he returned the embrace, rubbing her back as he felt his shirt slightly wet from her tears.

"Come to me if you need anything, alright?", he suggested. Rather than respond, she tightened the hug, burying her face against his chest. He exhaled a deep breath, continuing to hold her until her breaths evened out. "Thank you.", she whispered, slowing her breaths.

Eventually, the two broke apart; Makoto seemed more content than she was before. For that, Sojiro was grateful. Anything he could do to help would be worth it. He helped her wipe the rest of her tears and gave another hug before Nijima decided to leave. Sae was probably awake and panicking at this point.

"Give Sae-san my regards.", he called as a farewell with a small wave. "Certainly.", she called back, pushing open the door to reveal a sunrise illuminating the skyscrapers of their city. Not far away, she heard the familiar notes of Subaru start from a radio. She could hear her father's voice sing along, even now.

Time to start a new day.

#makoto niijima #persona 5 #sojiro sakura #fatherdaughter #coffee dad #childhoodmemories #music #i learned a lot about Japanese 80s music #there are some good bangers in there #sae niijima #grief #griefrecovery

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