#implied pegoryu

[awriternamedart]

“I'd thought you'd continue to avoid me. This rapid change in behavior is rather annoying, you know.”

Ryuji settled for glaring at the guy, not missing the way Akechi’s lips curled up at the sight. There seemed to be little to no end to their bickering, but Akechi assumed it was for the best.

To avoid meaningless conversation would be preferable. There was no need to compromise their mission sooner.

Which is why he was caught off guard when Skull had practically taken him by the arm and dragged him off during a recon meeting at the Palace entrance. So far, he had been one of the more.. agitated of the group, though he supposed that was to be expected. Kurusu’s right hand was an unwaveringly loyal dog.

Taking in a frustrated sigh, Akechi grimaced.

“Look, if Joker has put you up to this, we will drop it. I have no interest-”

“Akira didn't put me up for shit. ‘M doin this on my own, asshole.” Skull butted in immediately, slouching against the hedges. He seemed to scoff at the idea, almost. “He ain't like that. He'd talk to you himself.”

“Oh, I am fully aware of that.” Crow found himself acting haughty- it was one of the best ways to get under Skull’s skin. Not that it was hard to do, but his bursts of quick anger were quite refreshing. “But we really ought not waste meaningless time. We-”

“Oh, shut up, will ya? ‘M tryna apologize, damnit!”

..it was rare that someone other than Akira caught Akechi off guard.

“...excuse me?”

“Ugh- look, ok. Don't take this as me forgivin you or some bullshit like that.” Pushing off the hedge, Skull came around to face Crow, arms folded. “Knowin what you did to Futaba, Haru, and Akira? Like hell I'm ever forgivin you. But..”

He roughly scratched at his skull, grumbling.

“..Ya didn't feel like ya had a choice, didya.”

Akechi found himself momentarily stunned into silence.

“...how much did he tell you.”

“Hm? Who, Kira? Not much, nothin, actually. All I really know is he called me up after we took down that bastard and..” Something seemed to soften in Ryuji, the tenseness in his shoulders dying slightly as brown eyes sent a glance towards the leader of this ragtag band- one that he missed being sent back as he looked towards Akechi again. “..he mourned you, yknow.”

..what?

“...mourned?”

“Ya disappeared. Never showed up after Shido’s Palace was sent crashin. We all thought ya were.. yknow. We all kinda mourned you- I.. well, at least we regretted not turnin ‘round to save you.”

It took a few moments for the laughter to bubble up in Akechi’s throat.

“You?! Mourning me?!” How absurd!! These fools, mourning him?! He had betrayed them, attempted to trick them, pulled the trigger on two of their parents-!! And these fools mourned him?! “Don't try to coerce me with those pathetic lies! How could you even dream of mourning someone who played you from the start?!”

“Oh, shut up already!!” Skull's shout drew everyone's attention- anger scribbled across his tone in jagged strokes. Hands took Akechi’s shirt, dragging him forward in his anger so they were face to face- It took him two seconds to drop his voice as Akechi's crazed laughter was cut short. “You bastard- I watched him cry for you, and you fuckin laugh?!”

A sneer drew itself on Crow’s lips.

“Wasted tears.”

“You-!!"

“Skull.”

Both of them looked over as Joker approached them, his gray eyes ever piercing and wary. It was almost immediate, the way Ryuji scoffed and let go of Akechi, letting him stagger and catch his balance.

“Go back to your team, Kurusu- we’ve finished our conversation here.” Before Skull could open his mouth, Crow cut in, fixing his misshapen collar with a casual, snide smirk. Joker’s eyes were dragged to him, a mix of distrust and.. pain lingering in his gaze.

It made Akechi clench his teeth.

“...We’re heading to the Observatory safe room. We’ll go when the lineup forms.” His voice was clipped, but both Skull and Crow nodded nonetheless, waiting till Joker’s back was turned and heading back- Akechi about to follow.

“...Look, Akechi-”

“Don't.” Crow cut him off, turning to look at him sidelong. “I don't have time for your meaningless antics.”

“Cut it out with the bullshit already. Can't you see I'm at least tryin here?!”

“And I say we end this here. There's no point in-”

“Stop being such a pretentious ass and listen to me, damnit.”

Annoyance was rising in Akechi by the second. He simply did not know when to quit, did he? Couldn't he tell that Akechi was trying to spare him already?!

“Fine then. Spit it out, we are wasting precious time here.”

“Finally. Look- I aint about to try ‘n be your friend.” Coming up right beside Akechi, Ryuji slipped his hands in his pockets, kicking at the floor slightly. “But- ugh, I'm sorry for treatin ya like shit before. Again, I aint about to forgive ya either-! But we gotta work as a team here, for Yoshizawa and Akira.”

He stuck his hand out, shoving it between them. It was a jumpy, rough movement, almost as if it was forced.

“So.. truce, or whatever?"

Crow found himself staring. What kind of idiotic move was this, apologizing? To him?

He scoffed. Absolutely ridiculous. Nothing but pain would come of this.

…and yet he took his hand anyway, the two of them shaking before firmly pulling away.

“..Fine then. Ill accept your.. truce.” He rolled his eyes, wiping his hand off on his hip. “..that was a rather pathetic show, you know.”

“What was that, asshole?!”

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An Attempt to Step Forward - awriternamedart

[ryuryuji]

it took him 5 seconds

[peachy-amy-rose]

FINALLY!!!!

It's done! My piece for Kiss Ryuji Day 2024! Four days late! (; _ ;) I've always wanted to draw Pegoryusumi and I finally did! Thank you everyone who supported the WIP that was posted before.

This is based on the OT3 poses set by @mcnuggyy. Specifically pose A1.

[scr4xd]

DRAWING PEGORYU RAHH RAHHH RAHHHHHH

bonus thing i made

[vicsep7250]

You idiots. You morons. You ignoramouses.

You goddamn Light x L yaoi fangirls. Not a single braincell in your brains.

If it was Makoto or Yoshizawa I'd understand, Atlus hates anything not het but nooo you went with the literal-child murderer, who at best yearned for companionship and had a need to have platonic/familial connections like the player.

[namelessheartz]

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY!! The Phantom Thieves (and some extra guests; Toshiro and Erina since I view them as honourary sorta-Thieves) wish you a Happy 2025!! 2024 had it's ups and downs but overall it wasn't *too* too bad, here's to having an even better year with more multifandom art for myself and you guys!! (No ships implied here except pegoryu, makoharu, and yutaba!!)

[jonkner]

akira imparts his wisdom upon futaba after being asked why hes wearing ryujis shirt

[definedvines]

about 110 hours in, about to fight sae

-can't believe i've never mentioned this but ever since yusuke first showed his all out attack finisher, the bf has been obsessed with it. we call it "the boogie" and it is apparently his favorite thing in the game, above all else

-ann is by a landslide his favorite character. she's his gold star girl bff of all time

-he thinks sae is the black mask (?????????? dont ask me) oh how he is about to get his mind blown at the twist that's coming up. i'm so ready

-Ghost Takers official theme song is Ghostbusters. except like, Ghost Takers. you know. GHOST TAKERS! so that's the theme for our run now

-i'm out here looking like a fool defending ryuji 24/7 from my bf's criticisms. he does like him a lot, and is gung ho about pegoryu at least ironically, but he implied something about him that made me genuinely contemplate severing our relationship for like 0.1 seconds. you don't mess with my boy

-(cutscene in sae's palace with PTs on screen) "what's the deal with the fruits on slot machines"

"oh, for a second i thought you were just saying, 'what's the deal with the fruits' like all on screen at the moment"

"there are a lot of fruits here. us. the people on the screen right now. the ones on the slot machines"

update on bf's persona 5 playthrough: 90:33 hours in

-don't think i mentioned but our group name is the Ghost Takers

-kept a save that is exactly 69:00 hours. it's in futaba's palace

-STILL 99 big bang burger in inventory

[megalomari]

i think Atlus knew that if they gave Ryuji piercings he would be too powerful... but it’s fun to think about

[multi7152]

Yo, I have an Akiryu idea for a Lilo and Stitch AU with Ryuji taking care of Sophia by himself after the loss of their mom. Then one day they adopt Morgana who Sophia sees as a raccoon and Akira is Ryuji's best friend and co-worker who also gets along with Sophia and helps out for her.

( I know it's a little ridiculous but considering Strikers takes place in the summer, I couldn't resist and because it's one of my favourite movies)

[pinkbuffet]

Idk which one I like best.. 😳👉👈

[definedvines]

It pains me for as much of a stupid toilet joke the wedding's supposed to be it actually understands the characters quite well and what their dynamic would be romantically. As Hobie stole from my 3 am rant ahem stated, the way Ryuji starts getting nervous and a bit ticked off after Joker letting him go on and on about him implies that the two-sidedness of their conversations is more natural and he's more comfortable with it-- this doesn't happen with any of the other characters' weddings btw or even at all with them from what i can recall. Also, speaking of him going on and on, why is it so true to pegoryu.... Like one of the biggest reasons I'm obsessed with them is because they've "always been right next to (each other)".

And oh MAN are you serious. The way Joker is so sucked into it that he actually answers him in real life, the daydreaming just straight up became an illusion that couldn't get broken. He said if that's what it takes to marry Ryuji here I come, take my answer. And the DOMESTICITY? Ryuji going to lengths to ensure that them living together is comfortable and they can agree on simple things like that? This is supposed to be a stupid fucking joke about toilet paper but I can't handle it, may some deity out there help my soul. TLDR over-analyzing pegoryu jokes p5 games make would make me millions if i got paid for it,

theres alot of things i love abt tactica but maybe my fav is the pegoryu wedding like god,,, its so domestic. fuckin. akiren is off to daydream land abt ryuji marrying him. "sparks between eyes" the most unserious ultimatum being single ply or double ply. and then akiren responding in real life 🥺 I think we moved on way too quickly actually

[totally-correct-persona-quotes]

Medic: You’re losing a lot of blood! Quick, what’s your type? 

Ryuji: Oh uh, seductive smile, tall, sweet, Virgo...

Medic: I mean your blood type.

Ryuji: Oh...

Ryuji: *Squints at wound*

Ryuji: Red. 

[memoriesofyourdread]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Fandoms: 鬼滅の刃 | Kimetsu no Yaiba (Manga), 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime) Relationships: Kamado Nezuko & Kamado Tanjirou, Kamado Nezuko/Tsuyuri Kanao, Kamado Tanjirou/Shinazugawa Genya Characters: Kamado Nezuko, Kamado Tanjirou, Yushiro (Kimetsu no Yaiba), Hashibira Inosuke, Agatsuma Zenitsu, Kanzaki Aoi (Kimetsu no Yaiba), Shinazugawa Genya, Tsuyuri Kanao, Shinazugawa Sanemi, Tomioka Giyuu, Kochou Shinobu, Kochou Kanae, Kamado Family (Kimetsu no Yaiba) Additional Tags: 5+1 Things, But actually 4+1 things, The Kamado Family Lives (Kimetsu no Yaiba), Alternate Universe - Reincarnation, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Headbutting, Nezuko-centric, First Meetings, Protective Siblings

Series: ← Previous Work Part 4 of the They Deserve Better (Reincarnation AU) series

[kiwinatorwaffles]

updated shipping stance

i am a mostly romance-adverse aromantic. im usually not a huge fan of (romantic or sexual) ships regardless of fandom LMAOOOOO (some exclusions apply)

as for mcyt shipping, again, im not a fan. but not because i think it's rpf but because like i said before, i'm romance adverse LMAO you guys are good im not against it in the slightest. sometimes ill refer to the ships but whenever i talk about them its nonromantic and nonsexual

if you ever see me posting or reblogging something intended to be a ship, please do not assume that i automatically ship it. sometimes i do, but even then, most of the time i’ll view it in a platonic/queerplatonic/alterous way as with most ships i enjoy i usually headcanon one or both of the characters as somewhat aspec

only exception would be established/implied relationships. or two mofos who are so obviously pining for each other that even i, the most aro mofo ever, can feel their tension. slay dating/married/pining bitches slay

and in those cases, i will post about the ship. BUT [spongebob WAIT meme] like i said earlier MOST OF THE TIME IT'S NOT ROMANTIC OR SEXUAL IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN

here is a non-comprehensive list of ships i might post/reblog sometimes about in case you want to filter them out:

wrightworth (ace attorney) but queerplatonic and epic as god intended

zelink (skyward sword + botw/totk) but queerplatonic and epic as the goddesses intended

marlink (link's awakening) but queerplatonic and epic as the goddesses intended

souyou (persona 4) but queerplatonic and epic as god intended

i think you see the pattern forming but ok

pegoryu (persona 5)

caejose (jjba part 2)

tl;dr: im not a shipper but im also not against ships 👍 but please dont talk to me about ships unless i mention it first myself!

[books-and-dragons]

pegoryu (pre-established) post-interrogation hurt/comfort fic. has mentions of nightmares, trauma, and implied physical assault. unedited and for that i big apologise in advance

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okay!!! so this fic has been sitting in my drafts for months (lol what else is knew i know, shush i’m getting to the point) and i was supposed to post it on ao3 at the same time as i did a couple of others, however never got around to it bc it needed editing and im too lazy for that

likelihood is, i will edit and post to ao3 at some point, but it needs some BIG rennovations and i just can’t be arsed atm

so yeah, apologies for the shoddy writing in advance xoxo

but for now, i wanted to post it on here. today. as a sign of goodwill for the year to come. (ie. i own p5r, still havent played it, need to play it, and hope posting this will kick me into gear)

so, hope you enjoy!! and lmao if not it’ll just get buried as i start to revive this blog so,...win win?

In the first few nights since the interrogation, Ryuji stayed awake, listening to the fragile shudders of Akira’s breath in the night. So sensitive to every breath of air restricted by broken ribs, Ryuji hadn’t needed to look across the room, to gaze at the beaten figure on the bed, to know how his face was contorted in pain- unmasked in sleep.

He refused to so much as close his eyes until Akira’s breathing levelled out, still shuddering and restricted by pain, but deep enough to assure him that Akira was asleep. Only then, Ryuji allowed himself to rest.

Nobody else stayed the night. They lingered until the last train, crowded around the attic bedroom, gaze worriedly resting on Akira until the final second, where they’d leave with the accompanying chime of Leblanc’s door closing. But not Ryuji.

Ryuji, who had refused to leave Akira’s side since the moment he’d returned to their arms, beaten and drugged up, hardly coherent, but so relievingly and perfectly alive.

Akira hadn’t been alone since, Ryuji ensured that much. Torn over so much as going across the road for a bath, he couldn’t leave the other boy alone- something pulled at him to never let that happen, a pit of fear in the bottom of his stomach that pulled at his every nerve.

Maybe it had something to do with the nightmares, the visions of Akira lying broken on cold tile, at the mercilessly unrelenting hands of the police, the images of Akira lying dead, blood pooling from his head, the way the images seemed to haunt him even when awake- but there was no point reading into it. It wasn’t important, especially not now.

What mattered was that when he woke up, breath haggard and skin shining with sweat under the light of outdoor streetlamps, Akira never woke. Wasn’t even perturbed. 

Ryuji tried to be thankful for it, tried not to think about why Akira was suddenly such a deep sleeper. Ignored the puncture wounds on his neck, the bottle of painkillers by his bedside. Akira was resting, and that was enough.

Even if it didn’t make sense that, when morning rose, the dark circles under Akira’s eyes had grown. That he tried to muffle pained yawns behind bandaged hands, and begged for more coffee- even though Takemi had put him on a temporary ban.

Because Ryuji had seen him sleeping, watched the rise and fall of his chest as Ryuji reminded himself that Akira was alive and safe, it was the sight that lulled him back to sleep from a nightmare. So why did Akira always look so tired?

He tried not to let his growing concern show, there was already so much to be worried about, he didn’t want to add another. Especially not when it could be nothing but his own annoying thoughts.

It wasn’t until the next night, after a particularly painful and thorough visit from Takemi earlier that day, that Ryuji started to reconsider.

Blearily opening his eyes to the dark lighting of the attic, Ryuji didn’t need a clock to know it was well into the middle of the night, and that he’d been woken up from his sleep, again.

But it was weird. There was none of the usual constricting fear, the blind panic- he’d hardly even started seeing the figure of a beaten Akira surrounded by shadow, let alone begun imagining the worst. 

About to blame it on the lumpy and painful springs of the couch and try to fall back asleep, Ryuji caught it. Quiet, as if muffled by something, but just loud enough to penetrate through the silence in the attic and reach Ryuji: crying.

No. Not crying.

Sobbing.

Ice burning in his stomach, he carefully lifted the blanket and rose, wary of creaking springs and the sound of rustling fabric, towards the shaking figure on the bed.

His voice was barely above a whisper, carrying clearly and softly through the silence as he carefully extended an arm, not touching, only hovering, “Akira?”

The responding flinch broke Ryuji’s heart all the more, as a head rose from under the covers, bloodshot eyes wide and darting around the room in panic, hair wildly askew. 

Moving as slowly as he dared, Ryuji sat at the side of the bed, “Hey, it’s okay, it’s only me.”

As the mattress shifted under him, Akira froze. Muscles tight and unyielding, back as ramrod straight as his broken ribs would allow, the entire body braced for something Ryuji didn’t even want to think about. His gaze was distant, somewhere far away from Leblanc, from the blond sat right beside him.

It reminded Ryuji of his Ma, in the months after the divorce. Curled up together on the dingy bed, they’d cling to each other so tight even in sleep, waking up in the morning sweaty and sometimes a little uncomfortable, never minding because they woke feeling completely safe. But there were the nights when his Ma’s screams would wake him in the early hours, recoiling and shaking even in her sleep. Ryuji would sit upright and watch over her until sunrise, would try to pull her from the memories he knew haunted her. Haunted them both.

Looking at Akira, the striking familiarity of the situation made him want to hurl.

He didn’t move, no matter how strong the urge was to reach out and console his hurting best friend. Instead, he kept his voice quiet, just audible above the laboured sobs, and waited.

“You’re okay, Akira. You’re safe, I’m not goin’ anywhere, alright? You’ve got me, it’s okay-”

Slowly, the frantic scanning of the room stopped. Staring at the artificial yellow light that bathed Leblanc’s street, following it into the shadows of the attic, where dark figures seemed to fade away. The flash of blond in his vision, perfectly still, aside from the hushed mutterings leaving chapped lips.

Akira focused on that sound. It felt safe.

As Ryuji uttered soft words of reassurance, he watched the tension slowly leave Akira’s body. Shoulders slightly slouched, jaw unclenched, his lip was bleeding- but he could worry about that later. All that mattered was the softening of Akira’s lines, as he slowly came back to Ryuji.

Delicately as he dared, he reached out. Hand brushing against bruised skin, careful not to as much as press on the marred areas. For a moment, there was no response. He waited, watching the panic continue to leave until, slightly trembling, Akira’s hand interlaced with his own.

“Ryuji?” The hazed look in his eyes was clearing, staring at Ryuji with a newly discovered relief, which was quickly overtaken by shame, “Shit- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up, just go back to sleep I’m fine-”

“Hey no, no man it’s okay, really-” Feeling Akira begin to pull away, Ryuji let his thumb run over the back of his hand, determinedly meeting Akira’s gaze, “I don’t mind.”

Akira opened his mouth, ready to retort and insist, but found himself silenced by the look in the other boy’s eyes. Ryuji’s hand was warm, and for a moment Akira forgot there were even any injuries there at all, thumb tracing over them with such a delicate touch he hadn’t known the blond to have possessed.

Staring into Ryuji’s eyes, he wondered at how they were always so open and unguarded, never with anything to hide- a true reflection of his best friend, passionate and honest to a fault. It was something Akira had often envied, that ability to always be his true self, to freely display his emotions. 

He almost took that back now, staring back into deep brown eyes. Eyes which so clearly reflected hurt and worry.

The raw concern so honestly displayed to him that, just in this moment, Akira decided he would allow himself to be vulnerable. Just this one time. Knowing that, as they had done for each other so many times before, Ryuji would never judge.

Hesitantly, Akira pulled his hand out of Ryuji’s and, ignoring the concerned look he got in return, allowed his hand to trace higher, around his forearm, pulling him closer with a silent plea.

As always, Ryuji understood.

Carefully reaching out, Ryuji wrapped his arms around Akira, pulling him to his chest. His touch is firm, but cautious of the bruising and bandages decorating Akira’s abdomen. Even then, careful as he was, the occasional shift sent twinges of pain up Akira’s spine. And yet, he found he didn’t mind- not when he was so surrounded by warmth and comfort and the steady beat of Ryuji’s heart just audible through his chest, that for a minute Akira feels like he can just forget-

Somehow, Ryuji shifts so they’re leaning against the back wall, Akira’s head resting high on Ryuji’s chest, ear pressed to his left side. Logically, Ryuji supposed now would be a good time to ask about what just happened, about the dark circles under Akira’s eyes and the fear still lingering when he caught sight of shadows in the room- but there would be other opportunities. When Akira wasn’t so damn exhausted and clinging to Ryuji like he’s the final lifeline holding Akira together. When neither of them would be waking up in the middle of the night, a frenzied mess, and worrying about suspicious strangers in public and carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders.

Yeah, there would be other times to talk. But for now, Ryuji would stay with Akira and listen as his breathing mellowed out into deep breaths, as his grip on the blond weakened and he cuddled closer still, lost to the throes of sleep.

Ryuji will stay with him until the sun rises.

Neither of them were plagued by nightmares for the rest of the night.