#listen I’m such a sucker for found family and for PT found family specifically

[skyestar7703]

Okay so, hopefully people have thought of this before, and I just haven’t seen it, because I’d be super disappointed if I was the first to think of this, but imagine:

Persona 5 Leverage Au

Like, think about it:

It could take place after the game is over, maybe a year or two later.

And everyone is trying to go back to living a normal life, perusing their passions, being contributing members of society.

And yet, they all find themselves using what they’ve learned in the metaverse, and their stronger personas (because if SEES can learn to use their personas and skills in the real world, so can the PT) to correct the injustices they keep seeing.

And it keeps getting stronger, because sure, they want to be a part of society, but all of them are just so drawn to correcting the injustices they can’t ignore anymore, to being the Phantom Theives again, that their original aspirations just seem to pale in comparison.

And so eventually, during one of their get-togethers, Ryuji is the one to broach the subject.

“We can’t just do nothing anymore, can we?” He says. “I can’t just sit back and watch all these things happen.”

“None of us can,” Akira/Ren agrees, because he’s had it the worst of them. He knows so much now, has so many skills, and yet he feels so listless, like none of it truly calls to him.

“We can’t use the metaverse anymore,” Makoto reminds them. Makoto, who planned to become the police commissioner but who sees just how corrupt the police are, how much she’d have to bend her morals to even get close to that goal.

“We don’t need the metaverse to make changes to society,” Futaba, who’s spent her time using her skills to take down corporations and other, far worse hackers. “And we can use the magic our personas give us in the real world now.”

And after a bit of debate, everyone agrees.

Imagine: Akiren and Morgana as their best masterminds, of Ann using her improved acting skills to become an excellent grifter along with Haru, who knows how to play rich folks better than anyone, and can break out the axe when needed. Yusuke forging whatever papers and documents they need, Ryuji and Makoto being the hitters and the getaway driver, and Futaba of course backing them all up with her hacking skills. Every in the group could of course be considered “the thief”.

Essentially, the Phantom Theives who continue bringing justice against those who would hurt others and get away with it, even without the metaverse. Give me a PT who stay together (and maybe even polythieves?) and keep fighting alongside each other, because they know firsthand how much the little guy needs people fighting for them.

Idk, I’m just saying. If any group of Found Family deserves a leverage au, it’s these guys.

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[gustafsnightangel]

Shattered Lives Ch 38 Pt 2

With the kids in bed, himself freshly showered, he brought the teapot and cups into her office and shut the door. He wasn’t sure if there would be raised voices, but just in case he’d seclude them away until they were done. Pouring her a cup he sat on the edge of her desk, the stroke along her hand jolting her out of lawyer land, a soft smirk tugging his lips. He’d never get over how beautiful she was, wicked smart and beautiful.

She looked at him, the tea in his hand and prepared herself for the argument she knew was coming. The fight he had every right to lay at her feet. She stayed silent, prepared to let him rage at her for placing herself in that kind of danger.

“I want to be so angry with you.” He said softly after a moment. “For putting yourself in that position, for not coming back upstairs with the kids. I want to rage at you for scaring fifty years off my life when I saw him hit you.” His knuckles grazed her cheek, the bruise already blooming. “But I can’t.” He said shaking his head. “I can’t because you were doing what you thought was right, with the split second you had to make the decision to keep the kids safe.” A few years ago this conversation would have gone very differently, he thought. Back then he would have been quick to anger and let the rage rule his mind, rule his actions, rule his life. Now? Not so much, he’d mastered that demon well.

“I know now I should have just stepped into the elevator and come back upstairs.” She said gently. Hindsight was a wonderful thing, she thought bitterly. “But it didn’t even cross my mind.” He wiped the stray tear away, she hated herself for scaring him, for the whole mess of it. “All I could think about was getting the kids away from him. I didn’t even consider getting myself away from him too.”

“And you did keep them safe love.” He smiled. “You sent them to me.”

“I guess I am learning.” She scoffed at herself shrugging her shoulders. He toyed with her hair, his fingers raking through the waves. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t love.” He said shaking his head. “Don’t ever apologize for protecting your kids.”

“Our kids.” She sniffed. “They’re yours as much as they are mine now.”

“I know. I guess I’m still learning.” He murmured. Leaning over he brushed his lips against hers tenderly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” She choked, her emotions still too close to the surface.

“What are you working on?” He asked, determined to move past it, nodding a head toward her open laptop, their front door feed paused ready to be played.

“Something that stuck with me, but because my brain got rattled around in my skull I couldn’t be certain whether he’d said it or whether I was confused and just hallucinating.” She chuckled at his confused look. “Have you seen the feed?”

“Only the first bit to make sure it was working, I haven’t had a chance to really watch or digest it.” He said softly as she stood up and gestured for him to sit, taking up residence in his lap once he’d settled. He snuggled her in, long limbs securing her to him.

“Ignore what you see and listen to what he’s saying.” She pressed play and he listened, but nothing really registered as out of the ordinary, just some mumbling after he’d struck Sildie that he couldn’t really grasp the first time around.

“I’m missing something, I know I am but...” He fell silent as she cued it up at a specific spot.

“Listen, close your eyes and listen, it’s really faint but it’s there.” She hit play once his eyes closed.

“Not unless you want me to bite your dick off.” He heard Sildie say clearly and smirked, she would have too.

“Time to collect what I’m owed you little cunt whore.” It was barely audible before the crack of his hand hitting her face. That was a sound that he’d never get out of his head. “Always fucking with my life, you little bitch. First my cunt sister and now you. Ana said you’ve been trouble for her, accusing her, setting her up. First your brother fucked me over taking my sisters money, now you’re getting in the way with Ana. I’m gonna take what I’m owed from you, fuck the money, I’m gonna fuck you until...” Sildie pressed pause on the feed not wanting to hear or see the rest of it again. She’d watched it enough and Gustaf didn’t need to hear the rest.

His eyes flew open with a choked gasp and he stared at her.

“I only vaguely remember him mentioning Ana. My face was on fire and I couldn’t be sure.” She said quietly, eyes searching his.

“She sent him to hurt you?” He murmured in disbelief that Ana would have gone that far, his own brain chewing over the thought. A fresh new wave of rage started to simmer.

“It’s a possibility.” She nodded. “We won’t know for sure unless he starts spilling the details in a confession. But Elias has hated me for a long time love. He wouldn’t have needed much of a push to come at me.”

“Does Leon know about this? Lucas? Lindstrom? Fuck, everyone?” He asked his eyes widening as the extent of Ana’s involvement clicked. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him sweetly taking all that rage out of his sails in an instant.

“Take a breath love, and yes they all know. They have copies and a signed statement from me.” She kissed him slowly, a tenderness to soothe. “That’s what I’ve been working on.”

“This is good for us right?” He was unsure how he should feel, rage, anger, fear, joy, hopeful. His brain didn’t seem to know which emotion to settle on.

“It’s good for us, in a few ways. Elias will go away for multiple counts of aggravated assault, restraining order and court order violations. It was all caught on camera, it’s a done deal, I’ve filed the paperwork and sent it all to Leon, copies sent to Elsa, your lawyers. Family court will bury him for that alone, especially with multiple assaults already on his record. Then there’s the possible tie in with Ana.” She held up her hand to stop him from arguing as his mouth dropped open to do exactly that. “It’s only a possible, we have no proof it is her. All he says is Ana, it could be any Ana on the planet. Highly likely it’s our Ana but still. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. That piece of information is circumstantial at best.”

“I see your point.” He said tersely, his own brain working through the information.

“If it is Ana it will not only hurt her case if there is a connection, but hurt him and Dana’s family. To be honest, I’m kind of ok with a bruised wrist and jaw when it will kill two birds with one stone.”

“I’m still not ok with him laying hands on you.” He said bluntly, fingers stroking down her good cheek to bring her closer for a kiss. She let him deepen it, not able to bring herself to mention she’d heard him call her his wife, the microphones barely picking it up, but it was there. The way it rolled off his tongue so effortlessly, with so much love and conviction it had sucker punched her square in the gut.

“I’m ok love.” She said softly, her hand resting on his chest.

“Are you done in here for the night?” He asked, kissing her bare shoulder where her sweater had slipped down as she finished her tea.

“I can be.” She said softly. “I should be.” She sighed, knowing that if she pushed it any further the headache she currently had sitting behind her eyes ready to pounce would get worse.

“Headache?”

“Yeah, and my face hurts.” She winced as she realized just how much she’d been ignoring it.

“How’s the wrist?” He asked, brushing a finger lightly over the strapping the hospital had insist she wear.

“Not as bad as my face.”

“Well that’s something. Up for a soak? You need to switch off that wicked smart brain and let it catch up to the rest of you. It got a little rattled around in there.” His kiss gentle.

“Will you soak with me?” Her finger trailed down his jaw before she claimed that clever mouth tenderly. She wanted to see him calmer as well.

“No water sports.” He said gruffly, the smirk tugging the corner of his mouth.

“Spoil sport.” She pouted.

“But I’ll soak with you.” He kissed her softly. “Take care of you.”

“I think it’s my turn to take care of you, you’ve filled your quota for today.” She chuckled. “Maybe for the entire year.”

“We don’t keep score love, remember.” He murmured and kissed her longingly. “How about we take care of each other?”

“Now that I can get down with.”

“You take care of the teapot, I’ll run the bath.” He tapped her thigh for her to get up, but she stayed.

“I love you.” She said sweetly. “So much.”

“My Sildie.” He breathed. “My love.” He let the love for her pour out of him. “My home.” He kissed her tenderly. “You are my everything.”

While Gustaf readied the tub, Sildie rinsed the teapot and smiled as she looked around their home. Home, she thought, their home, their kids. Her hand went to her belly absently as that ever present question circled along with another. My wife, he’d said it with such conviction, complete commitment, that deep love he only had for her. “Do I want to be married?” She mumbled, almost startling herself with her own question. “Not that it would be much different than what we’re already doing.” She chewed on her lip and flexed her wrist wincing. “Just another question to add to the list I guess.” She muttered and turned off the lights and checked the front door.

She found him in their en-suite, the shirt already in the hamper, sweats slung low on his hips. Memories from their lazy morning flooded into her as she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her face between his blades. Her home, her man.

“You ok love?” He chuckled as he cradled her tender wrist to him.

“Yamnow.” She said and breathed him in, her cheek more a dull ache than earlier, she knew it would be worse tomorrow. He turned and helped her strip, holding out his hand for her to take so she didn’t slip as she climbed in the tub. He went out to the kitchen and brought back an ice pack in a towel and handed it to her.

“You’ll thank me tomorrow. Lots of ice now makes it more bearable in the morning.” He’d taken his fair share of knocks to learn that one quickly.

He scooped her into his lap, soaped his hands and massaged her shoulders as she held the ice to her face, the other wrapped against her wrist, and relaxed into him. His hands wandered, more to soothe and just feel her body than arouse. When she was nearly asleep he pulled the plug and dried her off, carrying her to bed and snuggling her in.

“Sleep now love.” He kissed her, lazy and slow, kisses that he cherished.

“Gustaf?”

“Mmmm.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead willing her to switch her brain off and let sleep take her.

“I love you and I’m sorry I scared you.” She mumbled.

“I love you too and try not to do it again ok?” He chuckled gently.

“I’ll try, I’m sorry.” Her voice barely there.

“Let it be done now love, sleep.”

“Kay.” She went under and he smiled at the sudden deadweight in his arms.

“I’m so in love with you.” He grinned, kissing her head and following her into sleep moments later, her scent soothing him.

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[sugagummi]

Mirrored Shred pt. 5

AZRIEL X OC

MASTERLIST

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Half a year after the war and hurtling straight to spring, she thought of how the shadowsinger must be--how the aftermath might very affect him like it did she...

The most sacred land on Prythian became the most feared land. 

Daemon and Val, twin seraphim and children of Thesan of the Dawn Court, had entered that place, in hopes to release their father. They were young, a little over two centuries, and they were headstrong. They could not watch their people suffer, not when they were hidden in the palace. 

But, they were never going to leave the palace. Thesan gave them specific orders. He even threw in am “I am your High Lord” that settled enough for the twins to sit tight.

They were never going to jeopardize the palace. 

Until Daemon caught a whiff of something that did not belong enter the Dawn Court lands. He nearly went insane, and Val had worried that perhaps Amarantha found the hidden palace.

It was not Amarantha, but something that would lead them to her.

Daemon left the safe protection wards of the palace sometime in the dark, when no one would notice--not even his twin sister. So, you could imagine the livid and fearful sister raging through the palace grounds to find her brother. Her vigorous prayers to the cauldron that he did not leave--to scout out that scent.

The cauldron did not listen--or could not hear.

Val resulted to scouting out his energy. It took a lot of her strength to get past the wards, but she did find him. His scent was clouded, almost like another was hovering over it. That was when Val truly understood her brothers intentions.

He found his mate.

Val would’ve been happy for the two, if it weren’t for the monster that controlled the land outside the protection of the palace. She would’ve sent gifts to congratulate them. It would’ve been like a new addition to the family.

Stealthily, Val watched her brother and his mate walk alongside the forests of Dawn Court. What confused Val was how fast it took for the mating bond to click. Then, it settled--Daemon had been sneaking out of the wards for some time. No mating bond could have a scent that strong on the first encounter.

And no one could really feel the betrayal Val felt when she found this out. Her brother--her other half, has been lying to her. Sneaking out. Abusing the safe haven that their father made for them.

What she did not expect, though, was the ambush by the Attors. It must’ve been Val’s clouded rage and hurt that did not sense them sneaking around her brother and his mate. 

She never forgave herself for that. For leaving the safe haven, for being angry. For letting herself get caught, and in return, her brother and his mate as well.

She may as well had killed them in that moment.

If only she had her brother, Val thought, perhaps life in the Dawn Court palace would not be so lonely. She walked by the very room that she took Azriel, but felt a pang in her heart and fled.

She dawdled for what felt like ages in the palace of sun and flowers. Her father would often come into her quarters, and they would spend an afternoon together watching the sun sleep in front of them. The sun was not as bright as it was in Day Court--no, here, in Dawn, Val marveled at the clouds that collected around their lands.

They varied in colors, such wild and exotic colors that made her think more of Daemon and his white wings. They were clouds themselves, and she would marvel whenever the colors of the clouds would match his wings. She was always envious that she never got his snow wings, instead of the tawny hazel she got.

Val would watch the clouds, every sunset. Some days were a peach-orange, mixed with the vibrancy of the blue sky. Other days, they were the brightest orange that contrasted with a pink sky. Her favorite, though, was rare. They cams when the sun and moon would collide, creating a mixture of all sorts of wonders.

During the nights, Val would dream of Amarantha. She would dream of seeing the wicked gorgeous face of hers, seeing her blood red hair and wry smile staring down at her. Her, Val’s naked body exposed to the High Lords, whipped and bloodied. Her wings torn, and her body violated by the woman who wore a crown of blood on her head.

Or it would be seeing her brother’s mutilated body hung on the walls of her cell. His wings nailed to hers, and her pain displayed to all that were under the mountain. She would remember Daemon, his beautiful face, smiling at her when they were young children. Or them flying, together in those beautiful clouds. Perhaps even accompanied by his mate, and maybe his unborn child. 

Then, it was Rhysand, the whore of Amarantha, who saved her. His violet eyes hypnotizing her away from her brother’s corpse. His soothing words in her head. Look at me, at my eyes. I’ll get you out of here, just do as I say. She did so, vainly covering her naked body.

Though, instead of Rhysand’s violet eyes in those caves, it was the mixture of brown and hazel-green. Azriel, she said. She stayed still, a wave a shame blanketing her body. She turned away, feeling her eyes tear up. Don’t look at me, please. Please, go away.

I can’t, his voice was soft, and heavenly. So real, she felt shivers up her spine. Her head tilted to look back at him, and she frowned.

She never noticed how detailed he was, compared to the willowy and blurred background. His hair was messy, dark brown hair sticking up and sleep was still evident in his eyes. She took a step back.

You can’t see my like this, she said and her body flushed hot. She was very much naked, and very much trying to cover herself with her wings.

Azriel tilted his head away, and she could’ve sworn that a flush grew on his cheeks. He cleared his throat and began to undress his shirt over his head.

Val took great notice on the way he took off his shirt. The definitions of his muscles, and the bone that lead lower... She glanced away.

He gave her his black night shirt with tentative grace. She took it in haste, and pulled it over her her body. She wasn’t very appeased, since the shirt did not drape her tall body fully. Thank you.

He turned his head back to her, and smiled. I thought this was a dream.

I’m sure it is. Val studied him a while longer--or perhaps only his torso. This was a dream, and this Azriel surely wouldn’t mind it. That was, until he shifted uncomfortably, and the presence of his shadows were clashing with her energy. She breathed in deeply, and shook her head. Or not, she added timidly.

With a curious gaze, Azriel pulled his arms over his chest and crossed them. Val took note of the shift in his wings. Is this part of your abilities? he asked.

Val nodded. She used to have private conversations with her brother during the nights, thought it was not something she was capable of, but Daemon. Another pang in her chest, another reason why she didn’t use her abilities.

I don’t think Rhysand has ever done something like this. And he’s full of surprises. There was a hint of humor in his voice.

She stayed quiet, and only numbly stared past his shoulder. How could she tell the world how she had gotten these abilities, when she herself did not understand? She knew some in the short time current, but what was she truly? More than a Necromati? And energy sucker? A leech?

Have I said something wrong? Azriel peered worryingly at her. Perhaps he thought she was offended that she was not “full of surprises”.

In return, she waved a dismissive hand, and her wings fluttered over her bosom and front. Nothing you say could ever offend me, Azriel.

Though, half a year after the war and hurtling straight to spring, she thought of how the shadowsinger must be--how the aftermath might very affect him like it did she... Her head tilted upwards to him, and she said, How are things at Night Court?

His mouth quirked. Recently, it’s been hectic. His eyes wandered around the dream--which she quickly built up the image of Nohblous Clouds. The mixtures of colors painting the space around them, and the plains of Dawn Court’s outskirts grounded them. Though, this dream...it seems to drown everything down.

It always did for me, she said quietly, and peered closer at the green plains they stood on. I apologize if there are sudden distortions, I was...never trained for this.

You’re father doesn’t know of this? He turned a curious eye to her. 

Of course he did, she added quickly, and her wings bristled slightly. I wasn’t trained properly, I meant.

This is still beautiful. His eyes seemed to reflect the same wonder she had when she saw the Nohblous Clouds. Then she felt self-conscious of her depiction of them.

You should see the real ones. This is only my depiction, but when you truly see them, on the most southern point of our lands... She trailed off, aware that she had said it in the way that meant he would, in the future, come to Dawn. If you want, that is. I give you an invitation to our lands that you may use whenever. 

She scrunched her nose and blushed further when Azriel chuckled. 

No pressure, she added hastily.

No, no, I’ll take the invitation. He grinned, but her heart still raced. What’s it called?

Nohblous. 

He nodded. This could be just as beautiful as Nynsar.

I take it back, Val said with a smile, you could offend me with your words. 

Latching onto her playful smile, he matched hers. I only speak of my court with loyalty.

 I’ve never seen Nynsar, but I’ve heard a lot of the spirits that inhabit the sky. It sounds beautiful.

It is. You should join us, later this month, as a guest? I don’t think words would describe Starfall so well. 

Again, though she tried so hard, her wings fluttered annoyingly. Her dream self really couldn’t help herself. Still, she felt her heart race once more. Yes, she wanted to scream so loud. She wanted to hug him and kiss him and scream--

Words never do, do they? Is all she said, and their departure ended with timid smiles. Her, because she was desperately hiding her excitement. 

He, because he wanted to know this fae, a mirrored shred that reflected everything of him.

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