#persona 5 royal x reader

[kangen-wanshi]

"Can you say it again?" ft Akira Kurusu, Yusuke Kitagawa, Goro Akechi

He said the words "I love you", and you're not sure whether you hear him right or not. So, he repeats it with his own way.

Tags: fluff, kisses in Yusuke's part, a bit of spoiler in Akechi's

Akira Kurusu, He repeats it with his words

If you ask, he will say it again,  and again, and again.

He loves you.

It makes you stop whatever you're doing, as you finally look up to his eyes.

Akira has always been blunt with his words. Though with his ability to change his persona, and his entire demeanor, sometimes it's difficult to see how much his words actually worth on first glance.

But with the amount of time he says it to you, with the repeated intensity, and with that glint of desperation and honesty in his gray orbs, you can't help but let yourself believe the three simple words that came out of his mouth.

If he manages to catch you off guard, he won't hesitate to proceed with his action. To prove it to you with more than just words past his lips.

He would approach you, intimately close. Lips barely ghosting your own, hands still tucked in his pockets, waiting for you to let him in.

If you reciprocate him with similar action, say, you close the gap between the two of you on your own accord, his hands would start wandering, and words just are not enough anymore to convey his feelings.

But if you stutter, lose your composure and express to him about how you need to proceed with his bluntness, he'll understand.

He is pretty bold. He knows he catches people off guard.

Still. While waiting, Akira will not hesitate to repeat those three words to you every now and then.

He would repeat it everyday if he could.

Don't keep him waiting though. There's nothing more that Akira wants but confirmation from you.

"I love you."

Yusuke Kitagawa, He repeats it with his kiss

Yusuke is a poet. He experiences life, and turns them into poetry. Whether it be through his words or his art.

But sometimes, he's willing to admit that no form of art but his own action can transpire the true desire in his heart.

And in this case, his affection for you.

Paintings, poetry, and many works of art have been a representation of his desire for your affection. A reflection of what he feels when he's by your side.

You're his muse. One that has your fingers wrapped tightly around his heart.

When he confessed, he's sure his feelings would transpire.

But you just stared at him, confused grin yet flustered face and furrowed brows, and dared to ask him to repeat himself.

Well if words are not enough for you he doesn't mind showing it with his action.

Yusuke is quick, and bold.

A hand behind your head, the other easily sneaked around your waist keeping you there close to him.

You're still given space to escape, of course. But when he senses not an inch of hesitation from you, he's gonna go all out.

"Do you hear the cries of love in which my heart longs for? It calls only for you, dear."

Goro Akechi, He repeats it with his eyes

Akechi, frankly, is good and bold with both his words and his actions.

He's loyal to you even after the reveal of his true self, he doesn't hesitate to lower his voice and make himself gentle around you just so you're not hurt by his thorns.

He's as protective as he is vocal about it.

Sometimes, he even confessed to you jokingly. Though with your flustered state that is real and honest, in comparison to his 'fake' persona, sometimes he's glad that you never see the true, deep longing he felt about you.

With how often he acts gentlemanly around you, and how often he treats you like a loyal person, it's difficult to find out whether the words "I love you" actually weigh something or not for someone like him.

That's why, when he whispered it to you quietly during a confession, you asked him to repeat himself with a grin on your face, hoping he would just brush his own words off like any other time.

But when you look at him, right in his eyes, you know that this one is different. 

The way he keeps holding your gaze. His hands slowly hold yours, tighter by the second.

Akechi can't be trusted with his words. Or his actions. So that's why he hoped, he begged, that you would see his genuine love through his eyes.

"Can you see.. The transparency, and the truth behind my words now?"

#x reader #reader insert #les does writing #persona 5 #persona 5 royal #persona x reader #persona 5 royal x reader #akira kurusu x reader #yusuke kitagawa x reader #akechi goro x reader #persona 5 x reader

[kavvehs]

requested by @allovertheplace-writing

✗ — summary : headcanons of how the leader of the phantom thieves, ren amamiya, showers his partner in affection.

✗ — themes : fluff, gender neutral reader, intentional use of lowercase, slight spoilers at the end, mentions of healing bruises, cut for length.

✗ — taglist : @g-ghostic-basil​

REBLOGS ARE WELCOMED AND APPRECIATED !

for all that he does to maintain his ruse to the general public that he’s merely an unassuming person, ren amamiya is a trickster at heart and soul and that translates in his relationships.

ren doesn’t hide the fact that he’s committed to you, but it’s not immediately apparent to the same masses who willingly blind themselves. it’s his confidants, those who know him best, that catch onto the little gestures and glimpses that anyone else would have chalked up to one thing or another. the thieves see the way he looks at you like you’re his whole world he’d do anything to protect it; the way his eyes soften in your presence and linger on you for a few seconds longer. don’t get him wrong, he’s an affectionate person when he wants to be and doesn’t want you to feel as if he’s trying to be sneaky about his relationship. he’s on the down-low about it in public out of habit so please don’t take it personally. when it’s in the company of those he trusts or just the two of you, however, there’s this mischievous twinkle in his eyes that doesn’t go unnoticed.

ren prefers to reveal his adoration and love for you through his actions, but can and will use his words to express that if you’re not someone who’s comfortable or interested in the physical aspects. your comfort and happiness means the world to him, after all. he’s not someone to ramble on, but each and every word of affirmation and confession is so unabashedly genuine and wholehearted that it treads on vulnerable. you’ll get to see the rare flush across his cheeks and the burning of his ears behind shaggy strands of black, rubbing the back of his neck as he tries not to look away and inevitably does. even when he’s (regrettably) unable to be by your side he’ll send you a sweet text message whenever he gets the chance to, and it’s not unusual to find handwritten notes meant for your eyes only in your bag or on your desk delivered by morgana.

ren would prefer not to draw attention to himself, but he can’t help himself from taking your hand in his when the two of you are walking someplace together. it could be down the sidewalk, through shujin academy’s hallways, you name it. at first it’s the back of his fingers brushing against yours that’s a little too frequent to be coincidental, then it’s his fingers wrapped around yours before you know it. he eventually commits to it and smoothly knits his hand together with yours with a practiced elegance, standing a little closer than before so his shoulders brush yours. it’s a bit rare because of how intimate he finds it, but ren will drape an arm around you to keep you close to his side—your shoulders, your waist or hips, wherever you’re comfortable with. he’ll lean some of his weight onto you, head resting on top of yours, and continue on his way.

ren is a pretty evasive person and takes advantage of that, frequently appearing behind you out of seemingly nowhere and pulling you towards him until your back is to his chest. even if you’re taller than him, he’ll still come up from behind and keep you close. he’s kind of a menace in that regard because so long as you turn your back and aren’t trying to focus on anything serious, you’ll never know when he’ll strike next. his arms are snugly wrapped around you and his cheek settles on top of your head until he’s comfortable enough that you’re sure he could fall asleep then and there. ren takes a bit of amusement if he leaves you flustered by the upward twitch of his lips into a grin that teeters on a smirk, but he leaves you questioning if you ever saw it at all by how quickly he conceals it.

regardless of what you have your name set as in the messenger, ren sets your nickname as treasure with the red exclamation heart beside it. captioned with the message “thought of you” and a smiley face, your phantom thief sends photos of things that remind him of you whenever the two of you are apart during his daily travels around the city. sights, cuisine, movies, games, anything and everything. you’ve impacted his life so much that it’s part of his daily life to connect the two dots. ren will text you at the most ungodly hours of of the night / morning after returning from a palace or working on infiltration tools, wishing you sweet dreams and hoping you have a good day later. he’ll always send one wishing you good luck if you have an important or exciting upcoming event to show his support if he can’t make it, which is a rarity in itself.

ren’s kisses are all super sweet and gentle, and it’s a wonder how someone’s lips could be so soft in the first place. he alternates between the playful and quick pecks to the impossibly tender ones that linger against your skin and leaves you breathless. it’s not uncommon that they trail from your face, down your neck, and end at your shoulders. if you’re lucky enough, he’ll sometimes grace your palms, the back of your hand, or cheeks with wet smooches all so he can hear your laughter and see your captivating smile. if he pulls you close (and he will, don’t ever doubt that), you’ll find that it’s just as hard for you to move away as it is for him before he goes in for the kiss. his more intimate kisses are reserved for behind closed doors out of preference, but he’ll happily exchange them before you board the train or he has depart to get to class.

within the metaverse, as dramatic as he may be, it’s not a place the phantom thieves can just mess around in. still, that doesn’t mean ren is a boring and strict leader or he’s just going to toss that playful part of himself behind. he’ll happily help you up if you need the assistance form jumping between platform to platform, a gloved hand curled around yours for just a few seconds longer than necessary before he returns to taking the lead. his showtime with you undoubtedly has some romantic elements to it, such as holding you close or a kiss-tease. and him pulling you to his chest when he uses his grappling hook, his hand lingering on your back to “make sure you can regain your balance” after all of the twirling and spinning. never forget him checking in on you a couple times over while in the safe rooms, especially worried if you were ambushed or hurt in battle.

once he is released from prison and arrived at leblanc, ren is understandably relieved to see everyone again just as they are to see him. he had faith in this plan despite its risks, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t miss everyone and that it was a pleasant time. however, he can’t stop himself from letting his gaze wander to you despite his best intentions of maintain conversation with the others. when they’re all gone and it’s just the two of you upstairs, he pulls you close and leans some of his weight onto you. his breath trembles and so does his hands that keep you pressed against him, fingers bruised and knuckles battered. his skin takes on a grotesque yellow-green, remnants of gnarly bruises that he tries to hide with his clothing and hair but can’t from you. before he falls asleep, ren briefly muses that he’s back home in your arms.

© EPIIMENIDES — do not edit, translate, or repost my work on any platform.

#persona 5 x reader #persona 5 royal x reader #ren amamiya x reader #akira kurusu x reader #p5 x reader #persona 5 #persona 5 royal #akira kurusu #ren amamiya #p5 #p5r #fluff #gender neutral reader #headcanons

[discotenny]

I need more of Akechi fluff....

So how will he react to his lover suddenly griping his face and showering him in kisses while muttering sweet words only for him to hear and it's all gentle and soft my boy needs some love yk 🥹

What... are you doing to him?

Akechi sits there, utterly confused at your actions and affection. Staring into space as you lean on his bed, peppering kisses all over his face. Your lips are soft on his nose and it's strange. Your hands are gentle with his cheeks and it's odd.

His face scrunches and his mouth perks out in confusion- but you just take the chance to give him a smooch on his lips too.

Why are you doing this to him?

His mouth sputters at the sudden contact, mumbles of bewilderment and wonder leave his lips. You go back to kissing his face, whispering your own words in reply.

You're so beautiful. It makes me so happy to be called yours. You're one of the best things to enter my life. I love you, Goro.

Your words leave him all the more flustered. "Hey- hey- wait-" hands weakly grab at your wrists at an attempt to get you to stop your motions.

Who is he to deserve such sweet, sweet actions?

Your hands are so nice and your words are so lovely. They make him feel funny inside and he doesn't know how to express it because he never does. You've done this for what feels like hundreds of times in the past and yet his surprise always makes it feel like its the first.

The feeling you bring out inside him is incredible, he thinks. A spark of warmth and overwhelming care for another- a light of love and safety deep in his core. Your hands, your warmth, the wonderful whispers of affirmations, and the absolute joy he feels when he's around you.

Moments like these- he hopes he never gets used to it. Akechi wants to feel the spark, the light, the surprise, and the love again and again with the same intensity like it's the first time all over.

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I feel like I write worse when I write on my computer compared to my phone ?? Srry guys ajfjafeawjfewa. Thank youuu for requesting !! I love my boy sm sm sm I wish I can do him justice.

#persona 5 #p5 #persona 5 royal #goro akechi #goro akechi x reader #akechi x reader #persona 5 x reader #persona 5 royal x reader #persona 5 imagines #persona 5 royal imagines #persona 5 x reader imagines #persona 5 royal x reader imagines #goro akechi imagines

[manias-wordcount]

May I please request headcanons for Joker, Ann, and Akechi having a female S/O who’s a nymphomaniac but tries to hide it out of fear of scaring them away?

Nympho Reader HCs (Akira Kurusu, Goro Akechi, Ann Takamaki)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲! 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Akira Kurusu

Akira tends to look at the world around him a lot so chances are

He’ll know at least something is up

Even if you’re doing your best to hide it

After all, he’s known you since high school at this point so he likes to think that he knows you pretty well

So eventually he’ll press you about it and he ends up being pretty understanding when you come clean

He totally gets why you might keep something like this a secret from him

Even if he has been your boyfriend for around three years now, he can see how embarrassing it was for you to admit something like this

But he’s pretty known for being a bit of a Casanova himself 

So he’s not too far off from you if you think about 

So chances are he might even match your energy from time to time whenever you guys end up fooling around

Goro Akechi

Like Akira, Goro is really observant of you (especially ever since you guys started dating during your senior year)

In fact, he’s more observant than Akira so he’s likely going to catch on to the fact that something’s up way faster

He might even be able to figure it all out without you saying anything

Of course, since he’s a touch-starved orphan who missed out on a lot of affection throughout his life, this is gonna come as a surprise for him

It also might even be difficult for him to navigate at first

But once the two of you talk it out and reassure each other of your feelings and boundaries, he comes to understand you much better than he did in the past

Might even come to enjoy the fact that you’re now more freely showing him affection (even more innocent affection) compared to how you used to control yourself in the past

However, don’t be surprised if your behavior ends up getting him caught up in a moment

If you’re not too careful, he might just outmatch you

And if he’s not too careful too, he might just end up showing you a more passionate side of himself that you wouldn’t even know how to handle

Ann Takamaki

Honest to god she’ll have no idea until you tell her straight up

She may realize after a while that you might be a little awkward about affection

Like getting super flustered about a lot of attention or acting a little weird when Ann gets touchy

She might even pick up on the moments when the mask slips and you end up getting too touchy

Only to back off really quickly and keep your distance for a while

But you’re absolutely going to spell it out for her in the end

But don’t worry- of course, Ann is going to be super supportive of you!

She might not feel all the things you feel but she won’t judge you or treat you differently in the end

After all, she loves you too much!

And you sharing this secret with her kinda shows her just how much you love her too- in its own funny way

#akira kurusu x reader #akira kurusu #goro akechi #goro akechi x reader #ann takamaki #ann takamaki x reader #persona #persona x reader #persona fanfic #persona fanfiction #persona 5 #persona 5 x reader #persona 5 fanfic #persona 5 fanfiction #persona 5 royal #persona 5 royal x reader #persona 5 royal fanfic #persona 5 royal fanfiction #p5 #p5 x reader #p5 fanfic #p5 fanfiction #p5r #p5r x reader #p5r fanfic #p5r fanfiction #x reader #xreader

[dragondemoness]

Ultimate Cuteness Reader - Persona 5/Royal Edition - The Mansion of Grief (Part One) (The Boys)

Description: The Phantom Thieves (boys) discover that their sweet, adorable, innocent S/O has a Palace.

Went back and remade this part, because I wanted to make a couple of changes and add a little more depth to this, I guess.

You had been acting strange lately.

You seemed down, you didn’t smile as much, and the light from your beautiful eyes was completely gone.

Your partner tried to check on you, but you insisted that you were fine, and with a smile that was clearly forced.

They figured you were going through something, so they gave you their space while letting you know that they were there for you.

Then you started pushing them away and shutting out, and they could tell that there was something more going on.

After school, they made a mental note to go to your house and check on you.

But then they noticed that you left your beloved bunny plush, Mr. Bunny, in the classroom.

You always had it with you wherever you went, which only increased their worry even more.

Ren Amamiya/Joker

When he noticed the plush on the table, he was confused

He had never seen you without it before

He went to your house after school with the plush in his hands

The plush started glowing red and vibrating

Next thing he knew, he was in his Phantom Thief attire, in a dark mansion

Was this... a palace?

The Meta-Nav never detected it

It was unlike anything he had ever seen

And he noticed that the bunny plush was gone

It was your palace?

He didn't want to believe it

It was so unlike you

But he wouldn't know unless he explored, so he did, despite his anxiety

Compared to the other palaces he's infiltrated, this one was absolutely horrifying

The cognition, the designs, even the shadows

Joker was afraid to even go near the shadows

He noticed the shadows were all wearing bunny masks as well

The dark walls of the palaces were lined with paintings

Paintings of you, your bunny plush, and an elderly woman

Except for a large, empty frame

He got up close to one of the paintings, and he accidentally fell into it

He saw the events of the painting unfold before him

It was the day your grandmother gave the bunny plush to you when you were a child

So it really was your palace

But your palace didn't seem malicious at all

Just filled with grief and sorrow

He explored the rest of your memories, up until he made it to the empty frame

He touched it, and suddenly, he found himself in a large room

Joker fell through the frame and hard onto the ground. After taking a moment to collect himself, he stood up and looked around.

He found himself outside, in a large backyard with flowers everywhere.

He looked ahead of him, and his heart stopped.

He saw you, as a child. You were holding your plush in your arms, you wore small, cute clothes, and your once bright, beautiful eyes were now a glowing yellow. You stared at him with no expression.

Was this... your shadow?

"(N-Name)?" He found himself at a loss for words. "Why do you have a palace?"

"I'm looking for her."

He opened his mouth to ask who you were talking about, but he noticed you staring.

He followed your gaze, and saw you staring at the other side of the empty frame.

There was a picture of you and your grandma, dancing together in her flower garden while the bunny plush sat on a rocking chair in the background.

The flower garden looked exactly like where he was right now.

Then he figured it out. Your palace didn't spawn from a place of maliciousness or arrogance, but from a place of grief and sadness. You had been at your worst recently, missing your grandmother more than ever, developing an obsession with seeing her again.

Before he could say anything, the palace began to rumble. And out of nowhere, a hole opened up in the ground. And what appeared was an incredibly tall elderly woman, but much more twisted. She had large, clawed hands and feet, long bunny ears sitting on her head, bright red eyes and a sharp-toothed grin.

So this was your palace's cognition of your grandma. Given how fondly you viewed her, Joker was confused.

So this is why you’ve been down. Your grandma died, and you didn’t tell him. 

Your grief became an obsession to see her again, and this distorted desire bred your Palace.

He felt terrible. You had lost the only family member you had left, and he had no idea.

But he took a breath in and put a hand on his knife. He was gonna have to fight your grandmother, and it wasn't gonna be easy.

Ryuji Sakamato

All he wanted to do was return Mr. Bunny to you

And he ended up getting caught up in this mess

The second he reached your house, he ended up in a palace

Was it... yours?

He tries to deny it at first

There's no way you could have a palace!

But the memory paintings proved otherwise

The paintings of you, your grandmother, your bunny

As he roamed around, he felt more and more unsettled

The palace was so dark and scary

It wasn't like you at all

Even the shadows were creepy

They weren't patrolling the palace or anything

They were just standing around in groups, with rabbit masks on their faces

Ryuji cautiously walked up to one of them and struck them with his weapon

It didn't fight back or attack him

Just stared at him and groaned

Ryuji quickly walked away from it

He roamed around anxiously, trying to find your shadow

He just wanted to know why you had a palace in the first place

You were way too nice to have strong enough feelings of malice to spawn one

But as he was thinking, he fell through an empty picture frame and ended up in a flower garden

"(Name)? Why do you have a Palace?"

Ryuji stared in shock at what looked like your shadow. You stared back at him with wide, expressionless, yellow eyes.

"I'm not sure what you mean. This is her home."

Before he could ask what you meant, you pointed to something behind him. He followed your gaze and saw the painting behind him.

It was you, as a child, and your grandmother dancing together in a flower garden.

The flower garden he was in.

Ryuji stared at the painting, with no words to say. He finally realized the truth. Your Palace didn't spawn from feelings of malice or greed. It spawned from your feelings of grief.

You had been missing your grandmother more and more, and Ryuji felt stupid for not noticing.

But he quickly looked away when he heard a rumbling from behind him. He turned, and a creepy, demented shadow suddenly sprang up from the ground. It looked like a strange hybrid of a rabbit and an elderly woman.

Wait... Was that your grandma?

So that was your cognition of her. But why? From the way you talked about her, she sounded like such a sweet person. So why would this be her cognition?

And more than that, what did she even have to do with it?

But now was no time to ask questions. Ryuji breathed in, and brought out his mace. He turned to you, looking to see what he would do. He felt a twinge of sadness in him.

He knew what he needed to do, and that it would hurt you.

Yusuke Kitagawa

He came to Shujin after school to visit you

He painted a new masterpiece for you, hoping to lift your spirits

But you weren't there

Instead, he found your bunny plush on a desk

He picked it up with a smile

"Well, well, what are you doing here by yourself? Where's (Name) run off to?"

He then left and walked to your house

Next thing he knew, he was in his Phantom Thief attire, and the rabbit had disappeared

To say he was shocked would be an understatement

Why did the rabbit bring him here? Where did the rabbit go?

Where the heck was he?

Given his costume and the cognition, Yusuke could only assume that this was a Palace

But it was different

It felt very dark and disturbing

He didn't even consider the idea that it was your Palace until he started to look around

He was distracted by the paintings on the walls

The paintings of you, an elderly woman, and your bunny

Suddenly, his blood turned to ice

This was your palace?!

Fear and anxiety took over as Yusuke took off in a run, desperately searching for your shadow

He needed to know why you had a palace

As he was running, he ran into the empty frame and fell into the flower garden

Yusuke stood up and took a look around. The garden was dark, the only light coming from the garden lights on the ground.

He jumped when he saw your shadow, staring at him with wide, expressionless eyes. You held your bunny plush in your hands, with glowing eyes of its own.

"(Name)... What is this place?"

"This is her home."

As you said that, you turned your head and pointed to something behind him. Yusuke turned around and saw the painting he had fallen through.

It was a picture of you and your grandmother dancing in her flower garden, smiling and laughing. Yusuke could feel the pure joy from this picture, and it was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen.

But this moment was cut short when he felt the ground shake. He turned back around to see a large, demented shadow spring up from the ground.

Yusuke watched in shock as the shadow beast towered over him.

Was this the Palace's cognition of your grandmother? But why?

Yusuke froze. This was somehow even more disturbing than the Palace as a whole. And the reason it even existed was because he had no idea she was dead. Your grief affected your mental state, and he was completely blind to it.

He shook his head. Now was no time to succumb to the guilt. You needed him.

Yusuke readied his katana for battle. He needed to help you accept your grandmother's death, even if it hurt you.

Goro Akechi

He had just finished another murder commission for one of Shido's confidants

After exiting the Metaverse, your bunny plush was right there in front of him

He was startled, having no idea how it ended up there

He picked it up, eying it curiously

Then he walked to your house to return it to you and ended up right back in the Metaverse

And the rabbit had disappeared

This Palace was unlike any other Palace he had entered

The overall cognition was dark and horrifying

And there was an underlying feeling of grief behind it

For once, he felt anxious

He took a close look at the pictures on the wall

He saw you as a child, your bunny plush, and an elderly woman

Wait, was this your Palace?!

Suddenly in a panic, Akechi broke into a run and started looking for you

Soon after, he fell through a large, empty frame on the wall

Akechi landed in a flower garden, in the dark mansion's backyard. The only light were the garden lights in the ground. The sky had no moon, and no stars.

Was there even a sky?

He jumped when he heard footsteps in the grass. His heart stopped when he saw your shadow, the shadow of your child self.

"(Name)?" He forced out. You stared at him, your yellow eyes wide and unblinking.

"Why are you here?" He asked.

"I finally found her. She's alive."

"What?"

You pointed to something behind him, and he turned to see a large picture, in place of the empty frame he fell through.

It was a picture of you and your grandmother dancing in the flower garden, laughing and smiling while the plush rabbit sat on a rocking chair in the background.

Then, Akechi understood. Your grandmother had died, and the increasing grief for your grandmother turned into denial, and it became a distorted obsession to see her again, thus spawning a Palace.

He looked at you with sadness. He should have been with you more. He should have been there to help you. He should have known.

But his thoughts were cut off by the ground suddenly shaking, and out of nowhere, a shadow appeared.

It looked like a strange hybrid of a rabbit and an elderly woman.

This was your Palace's cognition of her?

Then he realized: it wasn't how you viewed your grandmother. This shadow represented your grief, and your denial.

Akechi breathed in and reluctantly took out his gun. He felt horrible for what he was about to do. He had done enough damage already.

But the grief was hurting you, and he needed you to accept the truth, even if it was painful for you.

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[spitdrunken]

maruki concepts that are bouncing around in my brain;

notes: yandere(? not really but i see how it could be read as such here haha)

After becoming the God of Happiness and realising his ideal, Maruki ceases to be human, and instead becomes a concept. He is generally believed to be a being that exists on a different plane of existence, and as Mementos and reality are now merged, that is what he becomes. His presence, as he watches over the humans he loves more than himself, is nothing more than a warmth at their back, or a brush against their cheek, or in happy coincidences. Every day that he exists like this, another part of his sense of self chips away, and Takuto Maruki is a name that is lost to time. That is, until you can see him. 

Being kept in a tucked away corner of Maruki’s palace, filled with trees heavy with fruit, affectionate doves that nuzzle up against you, and a thick layer of vines and flowers covering the floor. (Sometimes, out of the corner of your eye, you see these vines moving. Sometimes, when you walk, you feel them pulsate underneath your feet.) Everything you can think of that you want, appears right in front of you. The only thing you could wish for is that you would be alone a little less, but Takuto, as he tells you to call him, visits you at least once a day. At a time, you tried to ask him about how you got here, and what happened, but though he answered you, what he actually told you is a blur. When you try to remember, your head hurts, your vision blurs, and your ears ring, so you’ve stopped trying. The door is there, it’s unlocked, but you’ve never tried to leave.

#maruki takuto x reader #takuto maruki x reader #persona 5 x reader #persona 5 royal x reader #yandere #cw.yandere #cha.maruki

[twistedwonderworm]

Kinkcember Event!

I'm deciding to do an event since I had one planned last year that I forgot to do, and right now is the perfect time to do it! I also wanted to do a Kinktober series this year, but back in October, I didn't have Internet so I'm doing a multi-fandom Kinkcember series!

They will mostly be short drabbles and will probably have gender neutral readers. If you'd like to see a certain kink with a certain character, you can send them to my ask box!

Updated fandom list:

Twisted Wonderland

Genshin Impact

Obey Me

Persona 5 Royal (Thanks Shrimpy)

Cookie Run (Humanized of course)

Ikemen series (Vampire, Prince, Sengoku, Revolution)

Demon Slayer

Pokémon

I may delete a request if it involves a character or kink I'm not exactly comfortable with, but beyond that please don't be afraid to request!

#twisted wonderland #twst x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #ikemen series #pokemon #pokemon x reader #cookie run #cookie run x reader #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer #obey me #obey me x reader #persona 5 royal #persona 5 royal x reader

[the-ultimate-puppteer]

Haru: Y/N we should totally take a picture here ^v^

Y/N: E-eh? I dunno, it's kinda crowded in here

Haru: Oh Y/N~

/Haru kisses Y/N softly and giggles/

Haru: it's so cute how shy you get in public ^_^

Y/N: H-Haru people are watching >\\\\\\<

Haru: Good I want everyone to know that I love my adorable boyfriend~

Haru: Now are you gonna take that picture with me now?

Y/N: Y-Yes

/Y/N says while smiling shyly/

#persona 5 royal x reader #persona 5 x reader #haru okumura x reader #haru x reader #haru okumura

[randoimago]

Day 24 - Coffee Shop AU

Fandom: Persona 5

Character(s): Takuto Maruki

Type of Request: 31 Days of Oc-Trope-R

Note(s): I love and miss Maruki so much

"Shoot," Maruki mutters as the rain really picks up for the day. The forecast said maybe a light sprinkle so he didn't think his umbrella was necessary. He should've known better than to believe the weather report to be accurate.

And so he rushed through the rain to find a place to stay dry in. That led him to a small coffee shop. It was warm and smelled like baked goods and coffee beans. And the cute barista was staring at him as he got water everywhere.

"I am so sorry. I wasn't expecting the rain to pick up. I promise I'll be out as soon as it stops." Maruki is quick to apologize, before he hesitates and decides to add, "Of course, I can leave if I'm making too much of a mess."

Instead of being mad or scolding him for not having an umbrella, you just give a small smile as you go to grab a coffee cup. "What can I get you? It's on the house, I can't have you freezing on me." Maruki stares for a couple moments before giving a smile as he asks for a hot chocolate. As nice as coffee might be, he could use something a bit sweeter.

Maruki can't help but watch as you move. It seems a bit chaotic to him, but you look like you know what you're doing with preparing his drink. Maruki's gaze goes to the menu on the wall, wanting to buy something as if that'll make up for looking like a drowned rat. But he doesn't get to as you finish his hot chocolate and put a muffin on a little plate next to it.

"It's kind of you to make this for me, but I'm perfectly happy to pay you," Maruki tells you as he approaches the counter after making sure that he's not going to track too much water. He can't help but feel guilty at how sweet you're being.

"It's no worries. The weather forecast did say a light sprinkle. It's not your fault for getting caught in it," you reply and Maruki gives you another smile at your words. He takes a sip of his hot chocolate and winces. "Careful, it's hot," you tease and Maruki chuckles.

"It tastes delicious," Maruki tells you before giving a sheepish smile. "But my tongue is also a bit burnt so maybe I should give it a couple minutes before giving my verdict." As if he would say it tastes like anything else. Instead, Maruki picks up the muffin to take a bite of.

"I debated between that one and banana nut, but I didn't want to accidentally kill you because you had a nut allergy I didn't know about," you tell him and Maruki smiles.

"Well, blueberry is a classic and it's delicious." The smile on your face warms Maruki up, although maybe that's just the hot chocolate that he's sipping.

There's some silence between you two and Maruki feels guilt when he does see you get a mop to clean his mess. You're quick to remind him that it's okay. You two talk some more about this and that, Maruki has a few questions about the cafe that you seem happy to answer.

And before he knows it, the rain starts to clear up. It hasn't completely stopped, but it's gotten to a point where he can actually see outside the windows of the cafe.

"I guess I should get going now, thank you again for being so hospitable," Maruki says and he realizes that he doesn't really want to leave just yet. So instead, he takes another glance to the menu. "Actually, before I go, could I buy one of those banana nut muffins?" He makes sure to emphasis the word 'buy' and you laugh as you get him the muffin.

Maruki pays and makes sure to eye your name tag, giving you another smile and a 'thank you' before he exits. He makes it a goal to become a regular at this cafe.

Taglist:

@reo-the-leo

#randoimago 31 days of october #persona 5 x reader #persona 5 royal x reader #takuto maruki x reader #maruki x reader

[br-kker]

Serene - Y. "Fox" Kitagawa.

Pairing: Yusuke "Fox" Kitagawa X Reader (gender neutral).

Media: Persona 5.

Content and/or Warnings: Art (it's Yusuke, were you expecting anything less?), mentions of the reader being stressed, no dialogue.

The moonlight shining through the window and onto the sleeping figure did not do them justice, as in his eyes they were beyond levels of angelic.

Yusuke got up for a brief second from his bed to pick up some of his drawings from the floor, he couldn't help but notice his love nestled in the blankets that were once neatly made, their arms slightly hugging the pillow he had laid his head upon a few moments ago. He couldn't let the opportunity to draw them leave him, so he was quick to find a sketchpad and a chair to put by the bed.

Yusuke's pencil gliding across his sketchpad and the soft snores from (Y/N) were the only sounds that filled the otherwise dark and quiet room. Knowing of the troubles that his partner was dealing with, he offered to let them relax in his dorm room. The smell of paint and the various art supplies strewn about his room immediately invited them in with a warm embrace; the soft material of Yusuke's shirt and coffee from hours of time spent at Leblanc only further welcomed (Y/N) as he held them in a comforting embrace.

The more he drew, the more he fully realized how peaceful they had looked. For the last bit, (Y/N) would hide themselves in his neck when around the Phantom Thieves. Feeling staggered breathing on his neck, Yusuke would come to the realization that they were tired and needed to put the brakes on life momentarily. The way their chest rose and fell, the total relaxation of all the muscles in their body, every detail about (Y/N) in this state made Yusuke's heart flutter.

When they buried their head deeper into the pillow, Yusuke put his sketchpad down and decided to get some sleep as well. Waking them up when they're like this? Absolutely not, Yusuke thought. Slowly replacing the pillow with himself, (Y/N) rustled and stirred at the mattress sinking in and the foreign object in their arms. He soothingly scratched their scalped and whispered comforting words in their ear, to which they responded by burying their head into his chest, sleep overtaking them once more. Yusuke followed suit, holding (Y/N) impossibly closer to him.

If he could spend eternity like this, he would a hundred times over.

(A/N: Woah, it's been a bit. And when did I pull this immaculate work out of my ass? Like what the heck, I actually love this. Look at me being all descriptive and poetic and shit. I finally got motivation, and I've been simping for Yusuke as of late, and I randomly thought of the idea of Yusuke drawing you. If only someone loved me as much as Yusuke loved lobsters, am I right guys? I've been pretty streesed, so this was a bit self-indulgent. I'm planning on starting to write for Persona 5 characters, I actually have an X Reader for Joker in the works, and by works I mean a draft that isn't written that's been sitting there for five months. So yeah, that's about it for me. Until next time!

Signing off for now,

-Libby)

#anime #video games #persona 5 #persona series #persona #yusuke kitagawa #yusuke kitagawa x reader #persona x reader #persona 5 x reader #persona 5 yusuke #persona 5 royal #persona 5 royal x reader

[leblancc]

milk and green tea

characters : akira kurusu, makoto niijima

— themes : spoiler-free, gender-neutral reader, fluff.

— barista’s notes : milk (what their kisses are like) and green (how they comfort their s/o) tea.

— want to order some tea? choose from the selection!

— 𝐉𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑

Akira’s kisses are a blend of three things: pleasant, passionate, and open. The long, drawn-out ones that feel like smooth velvet across your lips could easily make your head spin with the way his lips move against yours and trick you into thinking that you two are the only ones in the world, mixed with the way he holds you close to him. He says nothing but so much at the exact same time and it reveals everything he’s feeling all at once. The quick pecks don’t feel like that at all, and instead feel like they’re drawn out so long that it would have left you breathless, desperately needing oxygen but too allured to draw away, when it’s only been mere seconds. It’s clear that he doesn’t want to move away from you for any longer than he absolutely has, but does because he knows the both of you have to be somewhere. All of that hides his inexperience and it’s a mystery as to where he learned his seemingly effortless talent, and no one has yet to get a satisfying answer. ”I read a lot of books,” he claimed with a charming smile. With time, he becomes far more experienced and you’ll never see it coming. He’s a trickster at heart and his kisses reveal exactly that. Akira can be so mischievous and playful when he’s really in a good mood or just wants to tease you, and you have to know what’s coming when you feel his lips quirk upwards into a devilish grin or he’ll strike. His lips, originally soft and deceptively innocent, suddenly become ticklish and he may press them along your face and neck, and may set his hands somewhere he knows you’re ticklish just so he can hear your laughter and your body rumble against his. Sometimes, your Trickster will appear when you’re least expecting it and press a kiss to your shoulder or neck and hold you from behind. When he’s walking by, he’ll plant a kiss to your lips or your cheek but doesn’t look at you as he passes, but you can see his triumphant grin.

Akira can be quite the smooth-talker when he wants to be, able to say the right things at the right time with a level composure that contrasts with his increasing worry when he sees you’re upset. He’s not someone of many words, however, and can be pretty quiet and observant, and expresses himself better through his actions. He’ll excuse himself from what he’s doing while his attention is all on you and you alone and he’s practically speeding over to you, going even faster if he sees any tears. His words of comfort, though not as frequent as some others’, are surprisingly soothing and gentle. He hates just sitting there and doing nothing—it reminds him of how powerless he is in the real world—and so he may offer you a drink or to get you something that is something that can help. Water, something soft to hold onto (that also includes him) to ground yourself, anything. Morgana would let you pet him if the feeling of his fur would be of help and would try to give his own advice to make up of Akira’s lack of verbal comfort, but would otherwise give you the space you need. The frizzy-haired teenager is an excellent listener if you need to vent and not for a second does he take his eyes off of you unless he absolutely has to, and it’s made obvious that he’s listening and by the way he slightly bobs his head and gives your hand a gentle squeeze. His physical touch is as soft as his tone and it’s never rough, but it’s enough to keep you grounded as the world seems to close in around you. He’s never too close that it’s suffocating, but he’s also not too far away either—just enough for you to be comfortable. He’ll rub your arm and hold you close and press little kisses to your head, but will definitely give you the space if you need it.

— 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍

If there’s one thing her kisses are lie: it’s inexperienced, and Makoto’s beyond reluctant to admit such. It’s less out of her pride and more out of an embarrassment to say that in all of her eighteen years of living, she’s never received a kiss that isn’t on the forehead from her family. You may not realize this aside from the clanking of teeth or the way she follows the lead, contrary to her natural leadership qualities, or lets you initiate the intimate touch. She keeps up an air of composure and sureness to her all the while and it’s befitting Shujin Academy’s Student Council President without teetering on the line of arrogance. She’s never indulged in romance when her education was more or less forced to be her top priority and therefore doesn’t know how to kiss, but that doesn’t mean it lacks any kind of love put into it. All of her love and appreciation, her gratitude that you chose to stay by her side, her pure trust in you, everything just pours and makes itself known when she presses her lips to yours. It’s still as passionate and telling as it was the first time she did, but now goes without the light flush of her cheeks. It’s with some time that Makoto gets the hang of it and is able to overcome her hidden shame, often pressing kisses to your face without so much as thinking. It’s nothing head-spinning, but the way her lips move against yours ease any and all worries, and could make even the coldest of people melt. She’s always so sweet and it feels like the softest silk you can imagine smoothly moving across your skin with a touch that can cause a shiver to run up your spine. You can usually taste her chapstick afterwards, which is coincidentally enough, your favorite flavor. She doesn’t usually go for the rushed ones, nor does she like them, and think that kisses should be drawn out, given the time to be shared than something halfhearted. The closest thing you’ll get to that is a kiss to your cheek, but even then her lips linger against your skin for several seconds and you can feel her smile. Maybe she’s thinking a bit too much into it, but it’s undoubtedly cute.

Makoto would describe herself as a rational person: thinking her plan of action out and considering her options before jumping the gun. She can be impulsive and emotionally driven, but nine-times out of ten she can manage to reign those feelings in. When she hears that you’re upset, she drops everything she’s doing and tunnel visions on you and you alone. Are you hurt? What’s wrong? What can she do to help? The person she loves with all of her heart is hurting and while she doesn’t even think about taking her anger out on someone, she instinctively wants to confront the person who caused you so much pain, but it takes her a few moments to realize that you came to her. What kind of girlfriend would she be if she left her partner alone when they approached her so distraught? So she sits down and brings you down with her and is super patient and softspoken, giving you as much time as you need to cry and speak if you need. Makoto is a lot better with her words than she is with physical comfort, but that doesn’t mean it’s off the table. If you want her to hold your hand, lean against her so your head is on her shoulder, lay down in her lap, hold onto her in a tight hug, you name it, you can certainly go for it! She seems to know exactly what to say to keep you calm and ease any and all of your worries, assuring that nothing you’re saying is an overreaction and that your feelings are always valid. She’s logical and tries to give you advice as to how to confront your fears and worries, but doesn’t push you to do anything until you’re ready. For now, take the time you need to relax and know that you’re safe in her arms.

“You’re safe, and everything will be okay. We’ll get through this—together.”

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#☆ — your order has been served! :: completed requests #akira kurusu #makoto niijima #ren amamiya #persona 5 #☆ — to-go order! :: tea prompts #persona 5 x reader #p5 x reader #akira kurusu x reader #ren amamiya x reader #makoto niijima x reader #persona 5 royal #persona 5 royal x reader #gender neutral reader #fluff

[allovertheplace-writing]

Persona 5

Character(s): Ann

Genre: Fluff

Type: Oneshot

Description: Getting ready for Halloween with your best friend can sometimes take an unexpected turn

Warning(s): WLW & NBLW, Reader is Female and Non-Binary(Pronouns are Not Mentioned Though), Reader Wears Makeup, 2k Words

I'm so happy I finished this writing dkfnsk I love it sm and now I can finally share it! Very much am gay for Ann, I literally have to romance her every playthrough no matter what-

This is made for Lumii's collab event on @leblancc btw!

The air became crisp the later it got, settling upon your nose in a ticklish way - daring you to sneeze ungraciously. Yet the sensation always managed to leave right as you nestled your face into your elbow.

"I can close the window?" Ann's shoulders shook as she contained a laugh, her voice dancing in a playful tone. She tugged her tights over her knees while she awaited your response, her soft hair falling over her shoulder when she leaned forward. "I'd appreciate that." You moved your eyes to the candles she lit earlier as she stood, allowing her privacy while she shimmied the opaque fabric to her waist. "Thanks, Ann." A hum lifted from her throat when she passed by, only responding once she had her hands on the rail, "Of course-" A grunt slipped past her lips as she pushed the window to a close, "I don't wanna have to bring you snacks when you get sick." A laugh bubbled from your throat, "Last I checked, you were the one to get sick~" Giggling into a light scoff, she latches the lock and spins to gaze at you, "That's because I gave you my umbrella!" You couldn't help but bite your lip in an attempt to hide your amusement. Her eyes seemed to shine as she watched you fidget with the strained giggles, a soft sigh leaving her when her back hit the casing of the window. It was a few moments before you noticed that her eyes were on you and, as you caught your breath, it was almost like she hadn't been looking at you at all - pushing off the window to move to her drawers.

"So, are we going full on face paint or heavy makeup?" Pursing your lips, you give yourself a second to think about it. "Um...probably just heavy makeup? Just with glitter on the eyes and stuff." Her nose scrunched, "You remembered the glitter?" You leaned back in her black chair, lifting a hand to your collarbone, "Why, of course!" You earned a few scoffed chuckles with your extravagance. Ann pulled a few boxes from the plastic dresser, one large, one medium, and one small. "The tiny container has all my lashes. I have traditional glue on ones and ones that are magnetic with eyeliner!" You observed as she approached her standing mirror, coming to a stand beside you before lowering herself to the floor. When she was done she shifted the boxes in her arms and brought them to floor between your chair and the mirror. "Could you help me with my makeup?"

"Yeah! I'll do mine real quick and then I'll help with yours." Ann beamed, popping open the lid on the large box. It was filled with a plethora of eyeshadow pallets, blush pans, and eyeliner. Each of them varied in color, from vibrant to more natural shades. You couldn't help but notice she lacked foundation. "My skin breaks out when I use foundation so I stopped buying it a while ago." She opened the medium box next whilst explaining, pulling concealer from a section of lip gloss and lipsticks. There was barely anything else in it, just two sticks of mascara and two eyelash curlers. "You can do whatever you know how to, by the way." She titled her head, showing her smile before gesturing to her containers, "Reach in and grab whatever!"

You went for the unused mascara and curler once Ann grabbed everything she needed. The cold surfaces sent a jolt through your fingers when you touched them, but you paid it no mind. It was October, everything was freezing - poor makeup. Glancing at your friend, you couldn't help but watch as she dotted concealer beneath her eyes. She brought a finger to one side, swiping and spreading the liquid over what little circles she had before doing the same on the other side. It evened out her skin tone, hiding the little imperfection for anyone who looked for it. Though you wouldn't call anything about Ann imperfect, she was just...amazing. And she thought you were too, so hey.

You contemplated the curler before grabbing one of Ann's handheld mirrors. Finally, you raised the metal contraption to your lashes, carefully positioning them between the clamps. With a gentle pinch, you hold the cool metal in place for a few seconds, taking the tube of mascara in your free hand. You placed it between your knees and twisted the cap until it came off. A few moments later, you released your lashes from the curler and brought the mascara wand to them, coating them in black. You repeated your actions on the other eye while Ann applied pink eyeshadow. It was a vibrant shimmer, leaning more towards red than actual pink. Her hand was shaky when she applied pressure, though it didn't hinder her movements. With a shift you set the mirror on your lap, handing off the mascara and curler to her when she finished. "Oops, I'm kinda in the way of the boxes, aren't I?" Her laugh was soft, breathy, and her fingers were warm against your skin when she took the makeup from your hands. "A little, but that's okay."

It was a few more minutes until Ann finished up, the glitter giving her far more grief than intended, but she had turned on some music to fill the air. Her playlist was always lovely to listen to, going from pop to rnb - she even had some alternative tracks here and there. It was hard to get tired of it when there was so much variety, she updated it often too. "Annnd...done!" Her voice almost sung the words, cheery and angelically pitched. She scooted back a little, pulling the boxes with her, "Do you wanna do lashes?" Humming, you cross your ankles, "Can we do magnetic ones?" Clapping her hands together, she beams, "Yeah! It's so nice 'cause we can get eyeliner done too." She rummaged through her lash bin, finding ones that were magnetic and not too heavy. A small 'woo' left her once she found the eyeliner that came with the lashes, raising it in victory wave before shuffling between your legs on her knees. She uncapped the eyeliner and leaned up to reach your face, "Try to stay still, okay?" You unhooked your ankles to allow her closer, humming once again. Her right hand was slow to rest on your cheekbone, her left coming to hold your jaw with a firm grip. The ink was cool against your lid, but it glided across as if your skin was glass. That was no doubt because of Ann knowing what she was doing, having done her own makeup on shoots, though it was no less impressive. She ended it in a small wing and filled it in slightly before moving onto your other eye. "You're doing great for someone who doesn't do makeup." It was a little tease, the lift in her tone obvious. "I've tried it out a little, dummy." She hummed, "Mhm, mhm- maybe we should practice more so you can try out some looks." The lashes were a bit of a pain, tickling your skin and stabbing your eyelid ever so slightly, but once she was done, they were perfect.

Soon there after, she gave glitter another go, tapping glue on your dolled up lid and carefully placing the sparkly chunks onto it before it dried. And even though she was rushing, she only got one speck on your lashes. "No. More. Glitter." Giggling, you nod and match her tone, "Never again." She gave a laugh as she tucked the glitter and glue away, "So! You want gloss or classic lipstick?" She was going to apply lipstick? "You know I can do that myself, right?" There was a little hum she sang behind her lips before she properly replied, "Yeah, I just want to - it's not often I get to do your makeup, you grouch." She threw you a wink while she dug out a few glosses and lipsticks. "Pfft, I'll take gloss, thanks." You watched as she placed the lipsticks back, her fingers shifting to fit each one into the little cubby. Surprisingly, she had way more glosses - though she does sport a pink one normally so maybe it wasn't that shocking. There were some shimmer and matte glosses, but she also had a few glitter ones. "Yes! I still have it!" Your eyes found hers at her exclamation. "I was looking for one that matched the glitter on your eyes and thankfully~ I kept it even though I didn't like it..!" Her hands clapped together as an ad began playing, "This is gonna look perfect, (Y/n)!"

She came close again, nestling herself against your thighs. "I don't doubt that when you're the one doing it." You couldn't help but laugh when she slapped your arm, loving the way her eyes softened. "Pshh, come here-" Her hand was warm as it came to rest on your jaw. She tucked her bottom between her teeth when she placed the applicator against your lips, focusing harder than she needed to. There was a slight twitch of your lips, the start of a smile, when she slipped. Red had painted your chin, the gloss feeling a little gooey now that it was off your lips, but all you could focus on was her huffs of feigned annoyance. "Why are your clothes so slippery!" A gasp jumped from your throat when she pinched the skin on your cheek, flinching despite your hearty laugh. "I thought we agreed to wear non-slip clothing." You rose your brow, "When?" There were a few moments of silence before she tore her gaze to the side. "...it was a silent agreement." The curl of her lips was more than just endearing to you, even as you both laughed all that came to mind was her little quirks and mannerisms and how cute they were. How she'd grip her jacket when she tried to hide her laugh and how she always bounced at the mention of yummy sweets...she was authentically herself even when things got tough too.

You leaned forward slightly, halting when her eyes met your own. Her eyes flicked down quickly when you began talking. "I'll remember to give you mercy next time." Your chest felt tight as you breathed, "Slippery clothing shall be gone!" A smile danced upon your lips and soon one came to rest on hers. "As it should be!" She squinted at you before softly laughing. "...Ann?" Her eyes flicked down again, but they still met your own. Somehow, that made it harder to breathe. "...yeah?" She spoke delicately, her voice almost too quiet to hear over the music. "Can I..." You pressed your lips together before pinching your bottom lip between your teeth, glancing away. She leaned forward a little. You didn't know if she meant to or not. "Can I kiss you?" Her response was immediate. "Yeah.." It didn't take much to connect your lips, but it hadn't lasted long. "Your hands are freezing!" Ann had pulled back like she was dunked with a bucket of water when your hands cupped her cheeks. "Annn.." A whine left you as you pouted just slightly. "Seriously, how can someone be this cold?" She took your hands in hers and raised them to her face. Her lips pressed to your hands before she could think better of it. "Oh, I forgot I was wearing- wait, I wasn't wearing lip gloss.." It was difficult to burying your laughter. "It's mine, Ann." Her face was graced by a soft red, looking a little pink with her complexion. "Ah." She let her body slink to the ground and her head came to rest on your thigh. "I love you.." You said it softly. "I wove you toh." A laugh jumped from your chest, her voice having been muffled. She laughed too, lifting her head to peer up at you.

Despite the mishaps, you knew Halloween was going to be great. Especially with Ann's hand in your own.

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[kavvehs]

RESUSCITATION — PERSONA 5 ROYAL

he should be dead, but if he has to spend another unfortunate minute alive he wants it to be spent with you.

♡ — themes : gender-neutral!reader, phantom thief!reader, angst, hurt / comfort, physical affection, reader is referred to with “you”, minor one-sided feelings (joker) if you squint, minimal dialogue, essentially a reunion fic bc i love this crazy bastard.

♡ — content / trigger warning : spoilers for shido’s palace + third semester + akechi’s background, mentions of blood / death / wounds.

♡ — word count : 3k

The cruelty started with his mother.

He was young, but he wasn’t stupid. He was a mere child, but he was far from naive and innocent to the ugly truth of the world around him. He knew that the way mothers and fathers gazed at their sons and daughters differed from the way his own mother would gaze at him. Goro could count on his own two hands alone how many times she looked him in the eye, a single hand for how often that lasted for more than a couple seconds that felt like significantly less than that. In her own way, however, a distant and saddened and haunted way, she cared about him. She dressed him and fed him and asked him if he had a good day at school over dinner at the rickety table held together by duct tape. She combed her fingers through his hair and kissed his forehead with trembling lips while her eyes became glassy, as if confronted by the horrible reminder that the literal personification of her suffering stood before her.

The obvious lingered in the air between them like smoke, but went unspoken like it wasn’t there to begin with. He wasn’t deaf to the slander and expletives hurled at them that only gave reason to another round of sobbing when she thought he was asleep. She still smiled at him afterwards, as if he didn’t notice the exhaustion hanging to the underside of her eyes or the expensive cologne clinging to her exposed skin. It wasn’t until he reached for her hand in search of comfort and was met with empty space that he realized just how blind he had been. She shielded him from countless cruel names and jabs because she placed what should have been his burden upon herself. His soft body wasn’t prepared for the punctures that the people’s cruelty inflicted upon him and still wasn’t, even when he was left battered and bruised and pleading for a warm hand, but received cold shoulders instead. A lonely child doesn’t know how to mend the wound that loss and grief leaves behind, after all.

He could still recall the poison-riddled sneers. Whether he was in earshot or not, it didn’t matter to the beasts masquerading as people, calling his mother weak and laughing as if they had no hand in the reason she gave up. She despaired until she couldn’t handle the heavy weight of torment and the pressure that came with enduring hardships any longer. She gave up not because of a lack of strength, but because of injustice and the savagery of the corrupted masses. For the pedestal human hearts are placed upon, they are no less easy to manipulate once you grasped what they treasured at their cores. A figure in the shape of him lingered in hers and that should have been enough—he desperately wanted it to be enough—but the unabashed hostilities opened each wound he tried to ease and heal with his tiny palms until he was powerless to do anything more. Hers would have given out eventually, but that didn’t ease the ache in his.

Goro spit in the face of fate, destiny, whatever bullshit name attributed to some scapegoat to shift the blame onto when things turned sour. How could anyone believe in something so knowingly cruel? How could they be content putting their lives in the hands of mere coincidences or a so-called deity that couldn’t care less about what became of mortal men, and then be alright with whatever miserable fate befell upon them? All because of destiny? All his mother did was meet a rotten shell of a man, and then what? She was fated to live in a constant cycle of torment and suffering and promptly die because a higher power said so? That was a load of shit if he ever heard it and he refused to live a life under someone else’s jurisdiction. It was because of his hard work, his perseverance, his accomplishments, his everything that he ended up where he was and he refused to allow anyone to claim that as their own.

Most importantly: Goro Akechi refused to live because someone else said so.

In the face of his impending demise, Goro was...somewhat, somehow, satisfied going out this way. Death certainly wasn’t ideal by any means—hell, he could say the same for the entire predicament he found himself in—but he was backed into a corner with no escape method. Unable to watch Shido be knocked off of his obnoxiously tall pedestal was honestly disappointing, but if anyone could take that piece of shit down at all, regardless of if he was there or not, it was the Phantom Thieves. They made it through the most impossible scenarios tossed at their feet and weaseled their way out with a just as impossible plan; this would be no different. To think that would be his dying wish. He didn’t think he’d have one at all. Knowing Shido would finally end up where he belonged, dead or alive, by his hand or someone else’s, brought him a twisted sense of closure. You would always be cared for while he was gone, and that would be enough.

When he closed his eyes and he allowed his thoughts to drift, Goro could still see the betrayal that lined your eyes, moistened by the hurt and confusion and worry he knows fully well that he’s deserving of. He told himself, readied himself, for that very look because he knew it was coming. It was inevitable and he knew that, but it was like a shot to the empty chasm where his heart should be to really see it and be the one it was directed towards and it hurt like hell. It was agony and Goro didn’t know how to soothe or turn his cheek from it, but he had no choice but to face you head-on. In the moment where nothing but laughter ran his throat hoarse and an addicting sort of adrenaline that totally disregarded any rational thought pumped through his veins, he decided he hated that fucking look. Quit looking at him like that! Goddamn you! He didn’t want your sympathy; your pity; your love; nothing! But he’s always been quite the liar, hasn’t he?

His last memory was him staring down the crumpled, fading corpses of the Shadows and his doppelganger while more of the distorted creatures formed in their place. Vaguely, he could still recall the cool metal against his back and the warmth between his fingers as he clutched his side. Seeing the physical representation of who he was in the eyes of that bastard neither shook or surprised him, but he could still taste the bubbling disgust. Its eyes were so empty and soulless while it declared how happy it would be to serve and lay down its life for someone who never cared for anyone but himself. Joker spoke through the wall and he somehow felt close to the nobody, but the irony was bitter considering the circumstances. Someone screamed his name from the other side of the door, voice echoing across the walls while his body rattled as a fist or weapon slammed against the divide over and over. He didn’t live long enough to hear the rest.

Goro Akechi died in Masayoshi Shido’s Palace and yet was miraculously resurrected in the busy streets of Shibuya. He might have been impressed if it didn’t piss him off. 

“One last thing,” Goro said, turning his back to the prosecutor. “How are they?”

Clarification is irrelevant when the tone of his voice dropped into something softer and uncomfortably vulnerable of its own accord. It’s obnoxious, really. Ren stood a bit straighter, a bit taller, squared his shoulders, and didn’t respond. The response, or lack thereof, is enough for him to get the picture. He didn’t have the right to know the answer, nor did he deserve it after the damage he inflicted, but his fingers still twitched to try and piece things back together. It would undoubtedly be messy and his hands would surely bleed and mix with what stained them already, but he was still willing to try. The look Ren gave him said enough, however: he didn’t have that option, not right now. He immediately felt like a fool for asking. In any other situation, he may have been proud of himself for the emotion that seeped through the Phantom Thieves’ leader’s mask of cool composure. Instead there was only disappointed numbness.

“Is something wrong?” Sae asked after a long period of silence and tension. He knew that some part of her, past the loyalty to the law and younger sister, she did care for the Phantom Thieves.

“Ah, nothing of concern,” he lied, voice pleasant and full of its usual false charm, but it didn’t quite reach his expression.

Though his words were directed towards the woman, his attention never shifted away from an openly conflicted Ren. He pinned him down with his glare alone and clung to the minute hope that he would get the answer at the very last second. Or a minute. Or even two if he remained patient. Pale lips didn’t so much as move from its frown and any visible surprise and relief from the detective’s initial appearance became a mere memory of moments prior. All things considered it was fairly understandable. He turned to Sae and it was clear that she didn’t believe a single word spoken, not after that, but he didn’t care or dignify her with a response, especially the one she was looking for. If he didn’t get what he wanted, neither would she. Goro turned his back to the both of them and began walking away in false stride.

“We should be going.”

Goro didn’t know why he was here. He had his suspicions of how and why he had been so rudely resurrected if his conversations with Ren were anything to go by, but the reason why he’s here in Shibuya and standing in the middle of the sidewalk like some idiot alluded him. There was nothing special about this place and nothing that stood out, and yet his feet refused to move despite his attempts at willing himself forward. He had nowhere to be, but no reason to stop either. Curious, or another one of the doctor’s cheap tricks. It was hard to say. Faceless passerby navigated around him and he couldn’t be bothered in giving them the time of day when they didn’t so much as blink in his direction anymore. It was the usual order of society, but he despised the unwelcome familiarity that crept to the forefront of his mind from where he buried it deep within his memories. The title of second-coming of the prince detective, all of his hard work, meant nothing in a world where he only lived for someone else.

The cool air nipped at his face and a cloud of air expelled from between his lips. Instinctively, he curled his hand a little tighter at his side, but when he glanced downwards at his glove he merely grasped at the empty air with nothing but the lens of what used to be filtered over his vision. To have you suddenly missing from his side was jarring, to say the least. Reflection wasn’t his ideal pastime, but it was all he had when his loss drowned him. Loss of what he once had, loss of direction, loss of company, loss of purpose. He didn’t regret what he did and there was no shame in his admittance, but a twinge of regret sparked for not doing more to keep you out of the confrontation. His waking moments wouldn’t be consumed so mercilessly if he had a little more time, was a little better. Maybe that’s why you chose to stand by Joker and not him, because that nobody living in an attic was somehow always better than him.

Goro shook those thoughts away before they could fester into something worse than his (not at all jealous) scowl and grounded himself back into the distorted reality around him, only to find his back seared from a burning gaze drilled into him from behind. He first glanced over his snowflake-covered shoulder and then turned his whole body, and was given little time to linger on the realization of how fluidly he was suddenly able to move when your eyes stared back from across the people-ridden street. It was something out of a fantasy, the crowds parting and disappearing as if the world belonged to you and him, and you and him alone. It could, a voice that sounded suspiciously like that damned doctor’s whispered in his ear. If that’s what would make you both happy. Tempting, calculating, sickeningly genuine. Goro swat that thought away without thinking twice.

Even when you sought warmth in the winter clothing bundled comfortably around you, you were just as captivating as he remembered, twice as breathtaking, and Goro wouldn’t have looked away even if he was capable of doing so. Your eyes, a gorgeous hue of color that he could wander and get lost in, widened in recognition and a sudden swarm of emotions that summoned tears. Were you crying for him or another reason? He would be selfish and hope it was the former, but then why would that be? He had your love—whether he still did was up in the air—and that was enough. Despite how much he craved it, craved you, craved more, he knew it was undeserved. How could you love someone who left scarlet stains across your face and body when he held you? The love in your eyes when his true self slipped past his princely persona was wholly authentic in the past, but would that remain when there wasn’t a front for him to fall back on?

His feet carried him forward and yours did the same with far more urgency and less self-deprecation between maneuvering around the mindless passerby, as if he was a fleeting memory you were desperately trying to hold onto. He tended his arms and dug his heels into the concrete before he could fall backwards when your body collided with his. Your arms wrapped around him and with his chest pressed against yours, he could distinctly feel the erratic drum of your heart. His, meanwhile, bled between your fingers from where he ripped it out and gave it to you for safe-keeping. In your kind and loving palms it swelled, it warmed, it beat, it mended itself together. Goro couldn’t recall the last time it did that or how, despite each and every crack and bruise and puncture, it still yearned and lived. For all that he did, you still held onto it and nurtured it. He still couldn’t put a name to the fluttering in his stomach after all this time.

Your grip on the back of his coat tightened incrementally, body and breath trembling between trying to muster all of the strength you had. Goro couldn’t even bring himself to hold you close like he had before and could only watch as his palms hovered over you, as if he’d somehow do further damage from touch alone. How pathetic he had become within your absence. He couldn’t tell how long you stayed like that for, but it certainly long enough, if you asked him. He couldn’t complain too much when you raised your head from where it rested against him for your teary-eyed gaze to meet his. A chill ran down his spine at the feeling of your wandering hands cradling his cheeks, fingers caressing the flushed skin beneath his eyes and outlining the contour of his face. One hand raised to cover yours as he melted into your touch and leaned into one palm without so much as breaking eye contact. All of the tension in his body faded far out of sight and out of mind.

“My Goro,” you whispered for him and him alone. “Is it really you? This isn’t a dream, right?”

It’s a little late to be asking that, what little of his mind that wasn’t drunk on you realized, but all he’s able to get out is a nod and a breathless, “Yeah, it’s me.”

It was hard to tell whether it’s because of the sound of his voice or the confirmation that summons them forward, but one tear after the other slipped down your cheeks and left glittering stains in their wake. With trained carefulness he used for nobody else, he brushed both away with the back of his fingers one after the other. Some part of him patiently awaited for the knee-jerk reaction to his touch, but it never came. Instead you sunk further into him and his free hand rose to rest against your hip where it belonged before he could so much as give himself the command. Then his lips are on yours and that’s an order he happily followed through with the moment it crossed his mind. It was too harsh, too ravenous, impatient, pathetically desperate, and Goro knew that, but he did nothing to ease it. His mouth moved against yours and he would have drew away at the initial stillness had you not returned the gesture tenfold.

His lips slipped away from yours for a breath of air at the very last second when his lungs screamed for oxygen and he only needed a second more before he went in for another, and another, and another. Eventually, he could feel the corner of your lips rise and laughter bubble between each depraved, downright desperate kiss. Goro nearly forgot how much he loved the sound of it, how much he missed it. His gloves curled tight into your clothing with only the whispered reminder of how careful he needed to be at the back of his mind, but it did nothing to stop him from holding you close against him. Your arms snaked around his shoulders and he blamed the chill for the shiver that tore through him until the pads of your fingers, cold yet somehow sparking warmth throughout his body, rested against the back of his neck. Your forehead pressed against his and he was only slightly aware of the gentle tugging at the strands of hair caught beneath his scarf, but he didn’t dare tear his eyes from yours.

“I missed you,” he admitted with a vulnerability that burned his lungs. “So, so much.”

“I missed you more.”

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Someone you cant have

HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLO :D god its been so long for me to check ur blog and i have been meaning to send rq form last year but sadly i was to shy for that :,) im so happy ur still uploading and doing well 😭 but may i request a reverse part for "Someone you cant have" now with akechi ?

~anon

Goro Akechi x Reader ~ falling for their rivals significant other <Jealousy, mild reference of yandere!Akechi, mentions of murder, etc>

KABDKDBDK thank you for sending in a request!! Sorry to keep you waiting for part two after all this time lolol. Hope it was worth the wait <3 As always I tend to write using they/them pronouns for the reader insert unless requester specifies. Mentions of names will be y/n.

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Something about you had captivated him from the first meeting.

A stranger who sat next to him on the train when there were tens of open seats. Who looked at him with eyes that begged for help from a creep following you around. Who whispered a promise of a warm meal once the whole debacle concluded. Who he willingly went into the streets of Shibuya with, against all his mind and stomach's better judgement.

"Thank you," you said to him with the most sincerity he's ever heard from a person. "I couldn't make it up to you enough. Where do you want to go? I’ll pay for everything.”

Sincerity... that's what it was.

You were so open and true to yourself it was almost frustrating. He chalked up your kindness at your first meeting as a one off instance brought about by unsavory circumstance. But even after, at your unexpected dinner for two- you were just so, so honest.

Honest in the way you expressed the troubles in your family life. The difficulty handling the troubles in your school. The troubles of romance you've found yourself in. You were charming. Funny. Interesting.

Which is why he didn’t mind exchanging phone numbers. It’s why he didn’t mind more dinners and more train rides. It’s why he didn’t push away the kindness you’d show him and the gifts you’d give him. It’s why he started reciprocating the acts.

And it’s why a funny feeling started to grow in the hole in his chest- fighting against the urge to put all of his attention into his mission. Interest- is what he called it.

Love, is what it really was.

When you mentioned a boyfriend he was disappointed. He of course saw it coming, after you’ve spent nights complaining over growing feelings and him giving you advice in turn. But Akechi was fine with the disappointment, and he was fine admiring you from nowhere closer than across a table. Akechi would be fine just admiring from a distance.

Coming soon, he’d complete his mission and he would never see you again. Akechi chooses to ignore the bitterness that comes along with that last idea.

The more the dinners and gifts and kindness occurred, the harder his fall was to ignore. His gifts started to get more and more romantic when viewed from a certain lens, his stares started to get more and more longing. But as noticeable as it was, Akechi couldn’t help himself. You, in all of your kindness, funniness, and all of your interest, were a brevity of light in his hell of a life.

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One night, you show up to dinner and say you’ve got a surprise for him.

“Oh? What’s the occasion?” A butterfly flies around in his chest and he can’t help himself but smile. Sincerely, he smiles.

“I wanted to thank you, for all the advice and help you’ve given me these past few months,” you look into his eyes and it makes his heart flutter. “Let me go get him really quick.” You stand up so quickly and he doesn’t have any time to register what you just said. Akechi sighs as he watches you leave the restaurant.

You come back and Akechi has to physically hold himself back from lunging at Ren.

Ren, who you hold hands with. Ren, who’s smiling after you. Ren, who looks at him with surprise. Ren, you boyfriend.

“Akechi?” He says, eyes widening.

“Ren.” He replies, gripping the table underneath him.

Of course.

Of course

Of fucking course.

“Oh! I didn’t know you guys knew each other,” you clap your hands with a smile, seemingly not noticing the glares emanating from Akechi.

Ren’s arm finds itself on your waist and Akechi wants to scream. “Yeah, we’re friends,” Ren’s tone is casual as he smiles at you.

“Mmhm, you could say that,” Akechi forces out a smile so insincere you can’t help but question it.

“I didn’t know Akechi was the one buying you all those gifts, treasure,” Ren says.

“And I didn’t know Ren was this boyfriend of yours, y/n,” Akechi sneers.

“Ah, sorry I never mentioned names to you guys,” you chuckle, honest to a fault. Unaware of the smugness growing within your partner. Unaware of the heartbreak that falls upon your friend.

Ren goes onto explain that you wanted to introduce your ‘two favorite boys’ to each other after months of talking about one to the other. That this dinner, which was supposed to just be you and Akechi, was going to be intruded on by Ren. He says it all with a smile that makes Akechi want to throttle him.

What a lovely surprise, Akechi thinks.

He tries to keep his cool despite the anger clawing at his chest. Betrayal from you for not telling him that this piece of garbage was your boyfriend. Envy towards Ren for having yet another thing Akechi longed to have.

Dinner concludes quicker than you pictured as Ren has a curfew to abide by. He leaves the restaurant to wait outside, you wanting to talk to your friend.

“You seemed uncomfortable with tonight, I’m sorry if I pushed this on you Akechi…” one glance at you shows all the truth in your statement and Akechi hates it.

He hates that he’s let himself trust in your honesty, in your gifts, in your dinners, in your kindness- he hates your truth and he hates this clawing in his chest.

But what kind of friend would he be if he left you feeling so guilty? After all, you’d just run into his arms afterwards.

“I was just surprised, is all. I’m sorry that I made you upset,” Akechi smiles, insincere once again.

“Are you sure?” You look at him with the most curious eyes, “I’m sorry if I made things weird by introducing him, really.”

“Please, don’t worry about it,” Akechi attempts to console you by putting a hand on your shoulder. “I’m just happy you’re happy. After all this time of complaining, haha.”

Your hand meets his and squeezes it slightly. “Thanks Akechi, it really means a lot.”

He takes one more look at you, holding his hand and smiling so, so genuinely at him.

“Anytime, y/n,” He says.

You leave the restaurant with Ren and he sees him pull you tight as you walk away. He sees the way you stare at him, lovingly, in a way that you’ve never looked at him. He sees you go to intertwine your hands. He sees Ren hold your chin and bring your face closer. Akechi looks away.

Admiring a distance is bullshit if he’s just watching you be stolen away by him. Admiring from a distance would be fine if it was anyone other than him.

It’s just gonna be one more reason as to why he needs to plant a bullet in your boyfriend’s skull.

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Ren's part, it kinda sucks because it was before my writers glow up ehehehhehehe

Hope you enjoyed it! I got so excited writing for my pookie Akechi that I ended up finishing this in an afternoon lolol. Also I ended up placing an order for persona merch because of this JFDSJJKFADSFJ. I just love my baby he's my forever boy &lt;3

Let me know how you guys think I characterized him!! I love my babby rsfwaeajfjrewo

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Hello there B)

can I request a sort of part 2 for mom-to-be (IK IT'S BEEN TWO YEARS AGO BUT IT STILLS MY FAV POST OF YOUR BLOG) like they have a child together (and side child wanting a sibling (⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)) and how there marriage is going

I would also like to say I enjoy your content And love your writing your style and keeping up the good goodies :3 I hope you have a wonderful day

(also idk of your request box is open or nah so if not then please do ignore the req)

Mom-To-Be (Goro Akechi x Reader) PART TWO

𝗔/𝗡: 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝘂𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲! 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗸𝗲𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗲𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗲, 𝗶 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝘂𝘆 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 <𝟯 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗵

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚!! 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁, 𝘁𝗶𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁: 𝗼𝗻𝗲 || 𝘁𝘄𝗼

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

All around you, there are sounds.

The TV you left in the living room showing some random daytime talk show you were listening to while starting dinner preparations. The rice cooker beeping distantly- letting you know that it was done cooking tonight’s side dish time and time again. The hum of the heating in your apartment. The soft, almost muted Japanese of the press conference playing from your husband’s laptop. And the pitter-patter of tiny feet moving around the little playpen they’ve been confined to. All around you, there are sounds. Things happening. Things happening without you.

And yet all you can focus on is your husband’s hands around your waist, grabbing you as soon as you step inside. All you can focus on is how he just barely pulls his chair from his desk to slot you between his legs as he remains seated. How he looks up at you with such warm, loving eyes. How he utters a greeting towards you with such love and such care.

And how he slips the front of your dress off your shoulds as he leans up and captures one of your nipples in between his lips and sucks.

“Ah…” Instantly, a soft gasp pours through your lips. You reach out, tangling a hand in his hair as the other one comes to rest on his shoulders, gripping tightly as his once perfectly pressed button-up. At your reaction, you can see his dark eyes flicker upwards. Hints of amusement are there- loud and clear for you to witness. But you’re helpless stop it. Helpless to do anything but whine and gasp softly as he swirls his tongue around one of your swollen buds and suckles on it softly. “Mmm…Goro…”

He lets out a hum in acknowledgment. Something quiet and sweet. But he doesn’t pull away. This isn’t the first time he’s done this. In fact, It’s only been days since the last time he pulled you away and helped you out of your clothes just to have his way with you- even while he’s supposed to be working. But now that you’ve just finished weening the little one off breastfeeding a little more than a month ago, your body has been extra sensitive lately. Something that your husband has taken note of. Something your husband loves to take advantage of too.

“Goro…” You whisper again, fingers threading carefully through his long locks. Your gaze is half-lidded as you stare back at his. But you’re not as shameless as he is, so you’re quick to advert your eyes in an attempt to steady your breathing and still your thundering heart. But he knows you too well by now. So he doesn’t even waste a moment as his fingers crawl lower and lower on your body. Resting comfortably on your backside and squeezing your bottom through the fabric of your clothes.

You let out another gasp- startled momentarily. But all too soon, you’re back to melting into his touch. Following his eye movements as he rocks you gently in his grip. Lulling you into a daze that really, really makes you want to forget about cooking and instead get on your knees and undo his pants so you could just-

The sound of something hard hitting the wall captures both of your attention.

It’s not a loud sound. It’s not a very scary sound either. It’s a little far away- coming from one of the other rooms. But you’ve been around the sun way too many times with Goro at this point to know that this isn’t something you should take lightly. So you freeze instantly, and Goro quickly pulls his mouth off of your breast with a quiet, yet lewd ‘pop’. His hands tighten around your waist as a deafening silence falls between you too. His body tenses, readying to run out, and protect you and the baby. Maybe even grab that old gun he keeps locked in the safe he swore he’d never let you see again. You swallow nervously at that thought. You really hope it doesn’t come down to that.

But for a moment, everything is quiet. Everything is still. You train your ears- looking for anything that might tell you a story. Anything you absolutely need to know. So much so that you don’t hear the talk show whose host you can’t even bother to remember. You don’t hear the rice cooker, beeping and beeping. And you don’t even hear the quiet Japanese of the press conference Goro was listening to you. You just wait. And wait. And wait. And wait. And wait. And wait. And wait. And wait. And wai-

The sound happens again. Louder. Stronger than before and your heart just stops. Goro stands to his feet, hands still on your waist as he tries to force you behind him and-

Giggles.

It’s the sound of your child. The sound of your son- laughing in a way that only a mother knows. And it’s a laugh you’re willing to bet means that a certain little someone just found out how to do something they know they’re not supposed to do. Maybe like throwing their toys and the wall…

You heave a sigh- a breath you didn’t quite know you were holding in and turn to look at your husband. He meets your gaze and it seems you both have your realizations at the exact time. Because the way you slump into each other’s arms is perfectly in sync. Your calming hearts start to listen to each other. They start to beat as one. Another crisis was avoided. Another day goes by.

At that thought, you step out of Goro’s grip. He’s a little slow and reluctant to let you go free, so he compromises by keeping one hand outstretched and resting it lightly on your hip. You smile at him gently- and you take extra care after you notice the stress still lingering in his body. You should make some extra time for him tonight. You should make some extra time for both of your boys tonight. 

But right now, you have to make sure one of your boys didn’t end up breaking something. And take care of that rice.

“I think, that’s my cue to go back to the little guy,” You laugh, taking a moment to adjust your top. Your eye catches on the wet glint around one of your nipples. The saliva Goro must have left while he was busy sucking and suckling away. You make a note to clean it off properly later. Though you also note of just how carefully, Goro eyes your body greedily- drinking in every last inch of your skin as you readjust your clothes and try to make yourself decent. You flash him another knowing look before rolling your eyes with a playful huff. “Maybe we’ll continue this later? Sounds like the baby was getting a little lonely-”

“He doesn’t have to be.”

Goro’s words stop you. They confuse you for a moment too, as you raise your eye at him and gesture to yourself. He says them so plainly like you’re just supposed to get what he means instantly. Another playdate? A night with the babysitter? A trip to one of his old high school friend’s places? You’re not quite sure.

“Well, he won’t be lonely.” You say to him instead, eyebrows still furrowed in confusion. “I was just gonna go back out to watch him again and finish dinner.”

“Yeah, but…” Goro begins, quietly before pausing. He sits back down in his chair and leans against its back. Now it’s his time to furrow his brows and pull a face. It’s quite obvious to you now that he’s translating in his head. Picking the words he wants to say and what exactly he wants them to meet. But it’s over almost as immediately as it starts once he perks up with a smile and tells you- “I was just thinking we could get him a friend.”

“A friend?” You echo. Playdates once again enter your mind, and you try to rack your brain to see if you can recall other new mothers in the building. But before you can even mention it, your husband speaks again.

“A friend.” He confirms. But one look in his eyes tells you that he’s not thinking about it the same way you are. One look in his eye tells you another story. One that’s more heated. One that’s more embarrassing. One that you’re still a little embarrassed to speak out loud. “A little sister, rather. Or a little brother.”

The story of how your first child came to be.

“A…” You lick your lips. He’s eyeing you carefully, and if you don’t start being careful, you swear you might just melt under his gaze. But’s what so wrong with that? What’s so wrong with wanting that? Because you’ve done this before. You’ve done it on every surface in your home. In every room. Every chance you got. You’ve done this before. This little song and dance. This little touch and go. And who says… “A little…?”

“What do you say, my dear…?”

And who says…

“...wanna see if I can make you a mommy again?”

…you can’t do it once again?

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[dragondemoness]

Ultimate Cuteness Reader - Persona 5/Royal Edition - The Mansion of Grief (Part Two) (The Boys)

It was a long and difficult battle, but your partner finally managed to defeat the demented cognition of your grandmother.

After defeating her, she let out a shrill roar and sunk back into the ground.

Your partner took a moment to catch their breath before looking over at you. You were completely silent and you fell to your knees, staring at the ground with a blank expression. The tears didn't fall physically, but dark tear streaks appeared on your face.

"So... She really is gone."

Ren Amamiya/Joker

He wasted no time in running over to you and pulling you into his arms

"(Name)... I'm sorry I had to do that. But it was the only way."

"I finally found her... She wasn't dead after all. But you killed her."

Hearing you say that made his heart broke

How could he have let your heart reach this state?

"(Name), this place isn't real. I'm sorry, but she's gone. Once you leave this Palace, it'll fade. The only that will remain is your memories of her, hung up on these walls. And I know it hurts, but running away from it is only going to hurt worse."

His words finally seemed to sink in, and the tears started falling for real

He pulled you closer and guided your head to lay against his chest

"I know you miss her. And I know she was truly a parent to you. But she isn't all you have left. You have me, and you have our friends. Please, remember that. If you feel lonely again, you can come to any of us. It doesn't have to be me, but I am always available for you. Understand?"

He wiped the tears from your eyes and paused to hold your face in his hands, hoping you would see the sincerity in his eyes

It seemed to work, and you nodded

"Okay."

He smiled and gave you a kiss on the forehead

"Good. Now, would you happen to know where the Treasure is?"

Behind them, your bunny plush appeared

He picked it up and handed it to you before lifting you into his arms and carrying you back to the Palace entrance

The Treasure was a photo of you and your grandma dancing in her garden together, as he expected

The wait was agonizing

Morgana warned him that your change of heart may take a long time, and the two of them waited outside of your house to see if you'd come

When you did, he ran to you and gave you a tight hug

Morgana jumped off his shoulder and into your arms, purring as you pet his head and scratched his ears

He climbed up to your shoulders and Ren took your hand with a smile as you walked to Leblanc together

Ryuji Sakamato

"Hey..."

He cautiously but quickly approached you

"Listen. I know that wasn't easy to watch. But you gotta understand... She's gone, hun. She's not comin' back. And you can't keep runnin' away, y'know? It's just gonna hurt worse."

When the tears started falling, he immediately took you into his arms and held you until you calmed down

"I know I ain't the brightest, but you don't gotta keep holdin' all this in. If you're feelin' depressed, you can tell me. Or the others. I'm not gonna judge ya. Ever."

He lifted you up to your feet and took the Treasure before making a run for it

He waited outside your house patiently for you to come out

When you did, he flashed his signature stupid grin at you and gave you a tight hug

Then he slung his arm around your shoulders and took you to go get ramen

He knew the grandma thing needed to be addressed later, but for now, you could relax and enjoy your time together

Yusuke Kitagawa

He walked over to you and kneeled down in front of you

"My dear... This Palace is a manifestation of your grief for your grandmother. It does not exist in the real world. These beautiful memories, however, very much do. But I'm afraid that once we return to the real world, your grandmother will not be there."

Once the tears started falling, he rested a gentle hand on yours as he murmured words of comfort

When it finally sunk in, he took the Treasure and left a soft kiss on your hand before leaving

He awaited your change of heart and once it came, he walked to you and pulled you into his chest

Then he took your hand and brought you to Leblanc, so you could take your mind off things for a bit

And so he can finally show you the artwork he was so excited about

Goro Akechi

He kept a safe distance from you as he recovered from the battle

He was used to killing people, not changing hearts

He didn't want to anger you or make things worse

But this had to stop

"(Name)... this place isn't real. Your grandmother is gone. This Palace is nothing more than a manifestation of your distorted desires caused by grief."

He doesn't mean to sound dismissive, but he really needs you to see the truth

Once you break down crying, he finally decides to get closer to you

He kneels down in front of you, trying to find a way to better phrase his emotions

"I... I should have noticed sooner. I was completely blind to your grief, and I allowed your heart to become distorted. I'm sorry that this happened under my watch. I didn't imagine that I would resort to the Phantom Thieves' method of doing things, but... As long as it works, I suppose."

Once you recover, he helps you to your feet

"So, erm... Is that all? Is there anything else I must do to finally put this behind us?"

The rabbit plush appeared behind you, and he gave you a sheepish farewell before taking it and leaving

He waited outside your house and gave you his signature charming smile before hugging you

He then offered to take you on a date to Kichijoji to help take your mind off things

He never thought he would find himself changing someone's heart, let alone his significant other

But he's glad that it all worked out

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