#I didn't know how to end this so uhh have an open bittersweet ending smile

[loveylo]

Goro Akechi + P3!Sibling!Reader

Not requested, but more of just practice to see how posting here works. I’ve had this idea in the back of my head for so long, like damn how would things work if Akechi had a sibling??? And like, they were also from P3?? omg??

This takes place during Persona 5 Royal specifically. There WILL be light spoilers for the 3rd semester, so if you haven’t played that far, then this ain’t for you lmaooo

Like honestly I love this idea sm

Enjoy!

TW and CW// Mentions of suicide, character death, swearing, emetophobia, and canon typical violence

You would typically protect Goro from the horrors of your old household

It was obvious he knew about the things your mother would do for money, but you continued to increase the volume of his favorite tv show anyways.

You were always by your mothers side as she vomited into the toilet, listening to her mumble about a man named Masayoshi Shido.

Eventually, your mother had decided to end it all, right in the middle of your living room.

You shielded Goro’s eyes, yet he still cried.

“It’ll all be okay Goro, just take my hand. Cover your nose okay? I know it smells bad. It’s gonna be okay. Trust me.”

There were always kids at different homes that would bully your brother, but you always put a stop to it. 

You didn’t like beating them up in front of Goro, but sometimes it was necessary.

As you moved from foster home to foster home, you both ended up in Tatsumi Port Island.

You were a 3rd year in a lower secondary school (15), while Goro was a 5th year in elementary (10). 

One day in class, Goro meets another young boy like him, named Ken Amada.

The two become good friends, and Goro is invited to the Iwatodai Dorms often so the two could hang out.

Blah blah blah skipping all the boring fluff, they find out you have the potential to use a persona!!! wow!!

“Well... That’s like, cool and all... but do you guys get paid to explore this damn place? It’s fuckin’ huge!”

You decide to join, and honestly, it was a lot of fun!

Until all the death and grieving shit happened.

Minato sacrifices himself, and suddenly, as if the system sensed both you and Goro were going through a tough time, you had to move to a new household.

“I promise I’ll stay in touch okay! Here, Mitsuru has my phone number, she can give it too you all. W-wait no, uhh, Fuuka please don’t cry! It’s not THAT bad!”

Fast forward about 7-8 years later, and well, the Phantom Thieves are a thing now.

You joined the Shadow Operatives as a reserve member, and Mitsuru delivered your old evoker to you.

Goro no longer lives with you, but that bitch ain’t slick.

It’s kinda obvious that he now has a persona, I mean, you can kinda tell just from being around him.

Deciding to visit his favorite cafe, you meet the boss, Sojiro Sakura.

He’s pretty chill, and the coffee there is absolutely amazing, so you continue to go, inviting Goro to come keep you company every once in a while.

He tells you about how stressful the mental shut down cases have become, and you rant about how draining working as a free-lance artist can be.

One day, you walk in to just get some normal coffee, and there are a bunch of teenagers sitting in the booths shushing one another.

Scanning your eyes across the kids, you notice Goro, standing in the back.

Oh my god? Did he just make? Friends???

“No way? My sweet, darling, baby, little brother? Has fr-”

“Shut. Up.” 

Meeting his new... *sniff* ... friends... has you filled with a joy you haven’t felt since Minato’s death.

They told you that they were mearly studying for an upcoming test, but judging by their outfits, they totally weren’t.

I mean, cmon, most of them clearly go to different schools.

So, as every good sibling should, you leave the cafe after getting your regular coffee (to go, of course) and tail after the group.

Yeah, it was weird, but you gotta make sure that Goro doesn’t end up doing drugs in the back alley.

Suddenly, the world swirls around you, and BAM! New totally normal red place!

You can feel your persona surge forward, this place is DEFINITELY filled with shadows.

Scanning the area, your eyes widen as you force yourself to not laugh.

Those are some of the funniest and most badass outfits you’ve ever seen oh my god-

Calming down, you decide to tail them, again.

I mean cmon it’s so obvious as to who’s who.

Hell, even the cat being some kind of talking creature doesn’t faze you, it’s basically Komaru but like... sassier? or something.

As you tail after them, the cat suddenly turns into a weird ass van.

And drives away.

What the fuck.

You groan out loud, and decide to just go by foot, your used to it that way anyways.

This. Place. Is. Huge.

You’ve been wandering this single area for a while now, and by the gods above wHY IS THIS PLACE NEVER ENDING.

You should have never followed those kids...

Turning around, you plan to leave, but just as you thought life couldn’t get any worse...

Chains echoed throughout the tunnels. 

It’s been a while, but you have a feeling that you can take this guy one on one.

Starting off the battle, you raise up your evoker and-

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!”

Jumping from the loud yell, you fail to use the evoker, and instead dodge a bullet aimed straight at your face. 

“FIGHTING THE REAPER? IDIOT!”

The little cat van thing skirts on the railways as Goro and his friends rush out to protect you from the enemy.

They all call out to their personas and it’s honestly quite impressive.

They handle the Reaper well, but it’s clear that they’ve been fighting some tough enemies for a while now.

You can see how some team members will wobble when standing, how their shoulders shake with every breath.

Deciding that they clearly don’t have enough energy to spend on doing the killing blow, you step in.

Raising your evoker, you can feel how the metal implants itself somewhere on your head.

“Y/N STOP! DON’T-”

“PERSONA!”

The rush of familiar energy courses through you as you use a heavy hitting blow on the Reaper, finishing it off.

Silence follows, maybe you should’ve just used a simple melee attack? That would be less scary for other involved...

Before you could finish any train of thought, you were tackled onto the ground.

Goro shakes as he hugs you, and the other Thieves run up to check on the both of you.

Once they all conclude that you’ve sustained no injuries, the questioning begins.

“What was that?”

“THAT WAS SO COOL!”

“For real? You’re a persona user?”

“How come you used a gun to summon a persona?”

Finally, after a long drive back up to the surface, you all leave the metaverse, and called it a day.

(Not before the Phantom Thieves all forced you into coming over to the cafe tomorrow... rascal kids...)

Goro decides to walk home with you, still a bit shaken up from seeing you put a whole gun to your head.

Arriving at your small apartment, he turns to you.

“Can I stay the night?”

“Sure dude! I could always use some company.”

I takes a while before he’s convinced that you’re fine, as he angrily fusses over you for the night.

“Damn fuckin’ idiotic Y/N... I swear if that shadow thought it was a real gun... If you had died, I don’t think I could’ve resisted this new damn reality... Stupid therapist bastard would relish in your death...”

Laughing, you both fall asleep on the couch after binging the old seasons of Phoenix Ranger Featherman.

You later decline joining the fight against Maruki, this is their battle not yours.

Giving Goro one last hug before he sets off, you know that he’ll be fine.

Everything’s gonna be okay in the end.

You’re sure of it.

[skiyoosmi]

post-break up heartaches

verse 1. in the car that used to drive us to our home

⤷ kuroo tetsurou, oikawa tooru — more characters coming soon

⤷ verse 2 | verse 3

⤷ play. never let me go by ghostly kisses, forget about us by clinton kane

commissions: open

⇢ KUROO sighs for the umpteenth time of the day. he was so fucking exhausted and his body's about to give in to sleep any moment now. work has been beating his ass; there was this newbie who kept on messing up the documents needed by the board and for the whole day, he had to be the one to fix said issues. it's not like he wasn't paid enough for that; if anything, his paycheck was one of the most beautiful things he laid his eyes on— but god, even his body has its own limits and yet...

"ya.... yer not supposed to do this anymore. y-ya left me, remember?" you slurred, index finger pointing right at his chest as he circled his arms around your waist, huffing as you practically dropped all your weight on him. here he was, suddenly given the task of having to take you home after your supposed-to-be designated driver, miya fucking atsumu, also drank his brains out with you.

"be patient. still heartbroken because of you, y'know?" kenma softly tells him despite the tipsy feeling lurking in the back of his mind, shaking his head as he looked at you, whose system finally shut down and were now dozing off in the black haired man's arms.

"..... still?" he mumbles, looking down at your figure and he feels his heart contract with pain all over again.

"you can't expect her to be fine immediately, kuroo. it was your wedding day, supposed to be the greatest day of her life and yet it became the worst one... you left her at the altar alone."

he didn't reply anything— or rather, he was unable to. because what can he say to refute the truth? nothing. instead, he proceeded to his car with you still in his hold. he places you on the passenger seat, locking the seatbelts before jogging to the driver's side.

the car ride was calm as you slept soundly with your head occasionally hitting the window lightly as it swayed from side to side. he was sure as hell that if you were sober right now, you wouldn't even have the thought of seeing him cross your mind. he just knows for sure that you despise him with your whole being... at least, that's what he thought until...

"i'm sorry, tetsu. please come back," you whimper in your seat, voice quiet but he heard it nonetheless, "tell me what i did wrong so i can fix it."

the pitiful sounds and mumbles you made struck kuroo right in the heart and which makes him pull over an empty but safe road, just a block away from your (previously shared) apartment. looking over your form, he finds himself reaching out to touch your face, caressing your cheeks as drops of tears fell down slowly on them, "you didn't do anything wrong. you were fine. you were so perfect."

you squint your eyes at him, probably wondering if this was real or just a part of your drunken imagination. nonetheless, you hiccuped, "y-you... you left me and i... i still can't even bring myself to hate you... i just wanna ask you why? i just want to understand."

he thought he also knew the reason why but every single time he thinks about it, he's only led to one conclusion: because he was a coward. no way was this any of your fault— it's definitely not your fault that right at that moment, as he stared at the mirror, wearing the black suit you chose for him, the sudden fear of commitment loomed over him. it's not like it was your fault he suddenly got scared of losing you the way his parents lost each other. but now he thinks it's ironic, because he lost you anyway.

maybe... just maybe, if he had just met you where you stood at the altar, instead of leaving you alone in it, maybe he would've been happier. maybe his days would've started more with a smile from you as you helped him fix his necktie before going to work. maybe, the working hours he spends in the shitty corporate world would've been more worth it if it meant he can come home to you at the end of the day. maybe... maybe he wouldn't have to be stuck with this lump in his throat as he wonders what could've been happening if he just chose to show up and vowed his life to you.

but he didn't.

"i realized i wasn't just ready to tie my life with anyone yet. that's all there is to it, yn."

so with a heavy feeling stuck in his chest and a quiet promise to never see you again for the sake of not hurting you further, he starts the car's engine again, ignoring the words you replied but he was sure they will haunt him for a very long time... again.

i can wait for you no matter how long it takes, tetsu, you know that.

⇢ OIKAWA gives you what seems like a guilty smile as he stands in front of you, opening his arms and gesturing you to come closer. but the stoic expression on your face takes him back to the reality that the last thing you wanted to do today was to actually fetch him from the airport. it just so happens that his three best friends were caught up with work that they had no choice but to send you, the main ex-bestfriend slash ex-girlfriend, to him.

why did you agree when you practically loathe him with your whole being? well, it was probably because you weren't the devil who would reject your friends when they were literally on their knees as they begged you and for some reason, you thought he'll look pitiful going back to his home country after five years with no one to welcome him. yeah, that's it. it's not like you're still in love with him or anything.

"my car's just around the corner," you begrudgingly walk towards the car park with him quietly following. at the moment, he knew better than to get on your nerves or else there would be war. he hates that this happened to the both of you but he can't blame anyone else but himself. because who wouldn't hate their ex-boyfriend if they suddenly broke up with them over a phone call?

tension filled the car as you both sat beside each other. perhaps, this was what other people were talking about when they say that it's impossible for exes to be friends again, to not feel any awkwardness because you were sure as hell that the word "awkward" was an understatement of your situation right now. nevertheless, your eyes couldn't help but wander to his figure as he adjusted his body, opting for a more comfortable position in the passenger's seat.

he looked more youthful and you felt bittersweet— proud that his whole aura screams of "success" which meant that gone were the days where he longed to get that winter cup trophy, nor the times when he overworked himself and put a strain on his knee which led to countless arguments with you. if anything, he looked happier and it sucks because you're not even close to feeling that way... not without him.

"i heard you've finally gotten yourself your own condominium? that's great, yn!" he exclaimed as soon as you began driving to your destination, a hope lit within him that maybe you might just respond to him. just one smile, that's all i need, he thinks.

but you remain focused on your driving, choosing to reply with a single nod and a soft "yeah..."

disappointment fills his heart as he faces the truth that your relationship has really been ruined, along with your friendship. all because he was foolish to think that he couldn't handle the physical distance between you two. realization dawns upon him that he just made that same distance worse as you pull your heart further away from him.

"... i actually bought it for the two of us, you know?" he whips his head to your direction in surprise, heart clenching as he watch you let out a sad chuckle, "i just... i thought it would be nice if we had a place to permanently stay at and for you to have a home to go to when you're at japan. but yeah... i guess things doesn't go our way sometimes, does it?"

"i'm sor—"

"it's okay. i'm fine now," you quickly reply, shaking your head but keeping your eyes on the road. he tries to ignore the tears that start to form in them because he has no right to stop them, knowing full well that he was the one who caused them in the first place.

as if on cue, you halt your vehicle in front of a familiar apartment and much to your dismay, you find yourself looking back in the past when you used to live in that same place, making wonderful memories with the chocolate haired lad with you. you clear your throat to stop the sob that desperately attempts to escape your throat, "uhm... we're here."

"oh, yeah. we're here," he numbly states, already missing you despite the mere inches of space separating the two of you. you just felt so far away and he hates it. but this was the path he chose so he gets out of your car along with his things, turning to you once more, "uhh... thanks for the ride, yn. i know you probably hate me but yeah... it's very nice of you to put that past us and i guess i just want to say sorry for hurting you... i just..."

"i don't hate you, tooru," you softly tell him, "i just don't want anything to do with you anymore. to see you this happy, without me, is like a slap in the face because i'm not. it still hurts and i'm not fine. i just hope this will be the last time we'll see each other. be safe on your trip back to argentina. welcome home."

and with that, you start the car's engine again, no longer having the energy nor the strength to hear his reply. but he wishes you did because as he watches your car drive further away from him, he can't help but wish that he can take back time so that you don't have to go to that condominium and instead, go inside the home you once shared with him.

but i'm not happy, yn. because how could i call this place my home when you're not here with me?

at that moment, unbeknownst to the two hearts that long for each other break at the same time, you finally let out the tears and cries that you've been keeping since you saw him, knowing that no matter how much you try, you'll never be as happy as you were with him— simply because he left you with a hole in your heart that no one else can fill.

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