#junpei fanfiction

[linkspooky]

Butterfly Curve

An Itajun fic and rewrite of the Young Fish and Reverse Punishment arc where Junpei lives at the end. If you like Junpei and wished he didn't die then read it here! Art by @hollycircling

[mortellanarts]

fandom sleeping on the most toxic yuri pairing in the entire series simply because they never spoke in canon smh

[ghxst-bird]

The questionable urge to take a totally irredeemable character and make them soft for exactly one (1) person until you question their irredeemability 🫡😭

[hyugaruma]

H&L: When They’re Jealous

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re: when some guy tries flirting with you…

“girlfriend” “she” used

not shown, ranmaru later being a dickhead to you because he partially blames you for the whole ordeal…because he sucks (i love him)

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Cobra: “Is this your friend?” Cobra isn’t someone who likes to jump to conclusions, and he wants you to know that he trusts you completely and would never assume any sort of infidelity. So, when he sees a man approach you at the bar, he wants to give the benefit of the doubt. Cobra casually slides back onto the barstool next to you that he previously occupied before stepping off to the bathroom. Though he remains cool about the whole thing, he can’t help the way his arm seems to mindlessly find itself wrapping around your hips in a territorial way. “I’m Cobra, by the way. Her boyfriend.”

Hyuga: “Oi, who let this clown in here? I hate clowns.” Hyuga nonchalantly tokes on his pipe, several Daruma Babies hovering around behind him. Despite his calm attitude, you can tell by the twitch of his eyebrows that he’s irritated. The man who was trying to flirt with you instantly takes a step away from you, clearly taking note of the danger that he faces at the hands of Hyuga. Hyuga looks to you, asking you without any words if the guy was bothering you. You know that, if you wanted him to, Hyuga would be quick to dispose of the guy for you, but the man seems harmless enough, so you shake your head. “You’re lucky the Mrs. here is nicer than me. Get the hell out of here.”

Ranmaru: “If you’re looking for a pretty face, I’m right here.” Ranmaru’s the type to act first and ask questions later. The second he sees the man approach you in the dimly-lit club he’s already got the guy’s shirt gripped tightly in his fist. It doesn’t even matter if the guy was actually flirting with you or not. Ranmaru yanks the man closer so that they’re face-to-face, a shit-eating grin that you know all too well appearing on his face. Ranmaru likes to pretend like he doesn’t get jealous, but let anyone try to make a move on you and his actions will say differently. “That one’s off limits, though.”

Yasushi: “You looking for someone to take you out on a date? Go ahead, try those moves of yours out on me. I’m waiting.” Your boyfriend’s near-maniacal laughter seems to scare the guy shitless, because all prior confidence he’d had when hitting on you was now evaporated and replaced with utter fear. Yasushi casually steps between you and the guy, his grin only widening at the fearful reaction. Yasushi teasingly beckons the guy forward with a wave of the hand. There’s nothing you can say or do at this point to get Yasushi to stand down; Yasushi’s already taken this opportunity to scratch that itch for a fight. “What? Lost your nerve? Come on, don’t get me all excited for nothing.”

Fujin: “She’s got a boyfriend who knows how to fight, y’know?” Fujin slings an arm over your shoulders and eyes down the guy who just tried asking for your number, much to your own obvious discomfort. Fujin hadn’t left your side for more than two seconds when the creep decided to swoop in. Fujin trusts you implicitly, but he’s quick to jump in when anyone else might be trying to make a move on you. One thing about Fujin is that he doesn’t like people bothering his significant other. Fujin flicks his head in a gesture that dismisses the guy who currently looks like he’s regretting his decision in approaching you. “Get lost, before you really piss me off.”

Amagai: “You thought you should even try? You’re pathetic.” Another one who likes to pretend like he doesn’t get jealous, but boy does he. Amagai shoves his foot into the gut of the guy currently on the floor at his feet. The second you had casually mentioned the guy had tried hitting on you, Amagai was already sending Ryo on his way to bring the guy-in-question to him. This was all little known to you, however, because one thing Amagai wasn’t going to do was have his jealousy be known to you. Amagai squats down and looks the trembling guy in the eyes with a cold smile. “Didn’t anybody ever teach you not to touch things that aren’t yours?”

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: Persona 3

Character: Akihiko Sanada

Sample Size: 1,239 stories

Source: AO3

[rainisawriter]

A Helping Hand – Cobra (PSF #11)

PSF Ficography | H&F Flash Ficography

Genre: Fluff, slice of life, romance

Prompt: Sweet Tooth (@flufftober) / Would you rather… pumpkin spice or cinnamon? (@slumberpartybingo Fall Flash)

Word Count: 2,729

Pairing: Reader x Cobra

World: High&Low

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You entered the diner, enjoying the warmth it offered against the cold wind outside. The usual suspects were chilling at the table in the center of the room, eating the omelet that Naomi had made them while they argued about some TV show the three of them were watching.

You approached the booth in the corner where Cobra sat, flipping through a wrestling magazine. He sent you that soft smile that was reserved only for you as you sat down across from him.

“You’re late,” he spoke softly, eyes falling to the ring on your finger. He had given it to you for your birthday as a promise that he would always love you. Though you had sworn to never take it off, he still felt surprised and happy every time he saw it on you.

“Sorry. You know how Hyuga is,” you shook your head, tugging off your jacket. “A lot of people are gambling around this time of year, trying to win big before December finally gets here. It’s only going to get busier and he’s only going to get more demanding.”

Cobra did not like the fact that you worked for Daruma’s gambling hall, but you had known Hyuga long before you ever crossed paths with Sannoh. He had considered, on more than one occasion, asking you to quit working for him but he knew that you were, above all else, loyal.

“You don’t need to apologize.” He held his hand out and you smiled, setting yours against his own. “Just promise me you won’t gamble again.”

Your smile turned sheepish, a laugh passing your lips. You had only gambled once in your life after you had gone drinking with the Daruma babies one weekend. You were on a hot streak, actually, but you refused to quit while you were ahead and ended up losing everything.

You had started out with twenty bucks, turned it into ten thousand only to lose it all and walk away with just twenty cents to your name. The Four boys hadn’t done much better, either, and Hyuga was pissed when he found out. You were pretty sure he was just upset that you hadn’t blown it all at his gambling hall instead, honestly.

“I learned my lesson, I swear. I’ll never gamble again.”

He chuckled, nodding his head. “Good.”

It was pretty late by this point, so the boys slowly filed out of the diner until it was just you, Cobra and Naomi left. It was strange when the diner was quiet, but you didn’t hate it. Everyone needed a break from the rowdy Sannoh boys every now and again.

“Are you kidding me?” cried Naomi, sounding distressed.

You glanced over at her, seeing her begin to pace back and forth as she talked to someone on the phone. 

“There must be some way… can’t you reschedule? Ah, no, I… yes, I understand… I’m sorry about that, but…” She pinched the bridge of her nose, clearly frustrated but trying to remain polite. “Yes… yes, I understand, Nakamoto-san. Good night.”

You exchanged a concerned look with your boyfriend before addressing her. “Everything alright, Nao?”

“No, not at all.” She ran a hand through her hair, continuing to pace.

Cobra leaned forward, brow furrowed in concern. “What is it?”

“You remember how I was asked to help provide snacks for the elementary school’s autumn festival, right?”

He nodded.

“The job was supposed to be split between me and Nakamoto-san, the head of the PTA but she just told me that something came up and she can’t help. There’s no way I can do it by myself! What am I going to do?”

You frowned, standing up to comfort her. “It’s alright, Nao. I’ll help.”

“You will?” She looked at you hopefully. “Are you sure? I know you’re really busy with Daruma…”

“Don’t worry, Hyuga owes me some vacation time anyway,” you grinned. 

“Are you sure he’ll give it to you?”

“Nothing is ever a sure thing with him, but I’ll find a way to get out of work.” You gave her a reassuring look. “I’m not very experienced with baking, but I know how to follow a recipe. If you write down everything I need and how to make them, I’ll happily help.”

“Thank you so much!” She threw her arms around you, hugging you tightly which you returned without hesitation.

Cobra felt butterflies in his stomach as he watched you. You were willing to blow off your responsibilities with Hyuga to help Naomi, to help a member of his family. The amount of happiness that brought him was, quite frankly, embarrassing. 

“I’ll help, too.”

Naomi looked between the two of you with glassy eyes. “Thank you both so much! I’ll get to work on the lists and recipes.” And then she disappeared into the back.

Cobra approached you with a warm smile, wrapping his arms around you. “Thank you for helping her. Let me know if Hyuga gives you a hard time.”

“I’m always happy to help your family, Jun.”

He hummed, brushing his lips against your own. “They’ll be your family, too, one day.”

You chuckled, looping your arms around his neck, fingers playing with the hair at his nape. “I don’t think so. I’ll always be Daruma and, well… we caused you guys a lot of trouble at one point. They may be willing to put up with me because of you, but I doubt they’ll ever view me as part of the family.”

His brow furrowed in concern. Had one of the Sannoh boys said something to you? Thinking about it, he hadn’t really discussed it with the others. You just started dating one day and he started to bring you around without asking how everyone felt about it. He knew Yamato didn’t trust you at first, but did he still feel that way?

You poked the spot between his brows. “If you keep frowning like that, you’re gonna get premature wrinkles.”

His lips formed your name but you cut him off, knowing what he was going to say.

“It’s really not a big deal, baby. I went into this relationship knowing that they most likely wouldn’t accept me and I honestly don’t blame them for it. As long as I get to be with you, that’s enough.” You tugged him closer until your lips met.

He didn’t hesitate to kiss you back, but his mind was partly elsewhere. It was enough for you, perhaps, but not for him. He wanted them to accept you, to love you like he did. He didn’t just want to be your boyfriend, he wanted to be your everything like you were to him.

Having his family accept you and love you was important to him.

“Okay, this should be everything.” Naomi returned with a small stack of papers, pausing when she saw how close the two of you were. “Am I… interrupting something?” The sly smile on her lips said that she already had her answer.

You laughed, pulling away from him. “We were just keeping each other company until you returned.”

“Sure,” she chuckled, handing you the stack. “I printed out the recipes for you. Each one has a full list of everything you’ll need to make them and if you have any questions, I’m just a phone call away.”

“Nice. When do they need to be made?”

“The festival is tomorrow afternoon,” she winced, running a hand through her hair. “We need to start working on them tonight if we want to make it in time… I’m sorry, I should have told you that first… it’s probably too short notice, right?”

“I’ll make it work and yes, I’m sure.”

“Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome,” you replied, turning to look at Cobra and holding out your hand. “Up for some late-night shopping?”

“Sounds fun.” He slid his hand into your own, fingers lacing together.

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As soon as you returned home, you started to look over the recipes while Cobra put away anything perishable. None of them seemed too complicated so you felt confident that you could make them with little to no problem, especially with Cobra at your side.

“What are we making first?” He leaned on the counter beside you, peering at the recipes. 

“What do you think?”

“We should probably choose whatever takes the longest to make so we can get it out of the way.” His eyes scanned through pages before tapping the one for the Sakura Mochi. “This is the longest, so let’s start with it.”

“Okay, let’s see. We’re supposed to soak the sweet rice for at least an hour and soak the sakura leaves for fifteen minutes.”

“Easy,” he grinned, grabbing two bowls and filling them with water. “We have to wait for them to soak, so which recipe is next?”

“Purin! We have to combine the sugar and water into a saucepan. Medium heat until the sugar has dissolved.”

Cobra did as you ordered without question, enjoying how domestic this all felt. He could definitely get used to this and was already making up excuses in his mind to get the two of you cooking together again.

For the rest of the night, the two of you worked together to bake the various treats requested by Naomi and you felt as if you were making pretty good time, all things considered. You did end up getting into a flour fight with Cobra because he kept trying to steal some of the finished treats, unable to fight his sweet tooth.

You were proud to say you had won that fight, though the messy kitchen was a reminder that you both had lost the war.

You yawned as you looked at the final two recipes, trying to decide which one you wanted to make. You had messaged Naomi about your progress and she told you that there were plenty of treats between the three of you. You should have gone to bed since it was nearly five in the morning, but you wanted to make one last thing first.

You hummed, thoughtfully. “Hey, Jun?”

“Yes, love?” He glanced over at you from where he sat on the couch, looking half-asleep.

You leaned on the counter, smiling at how cute he looked, even with bits of flour stuck to his blonde locks. “Would you rather have pumpkin spice cookies or cinnamon cookies?”

He thought about it for a moment, shifting to a more comfortable position. “I’ve never had pumpkin spice cookies before but I know you like them. I choose those.”

“What if you don’t like them?”

He hummed, closing his eyes. “I’ll like anything you make.”

“Such a hopeless romantic,” you teased softly, walking over to cover him with the blanket. You brushed the hair away from his face, fingers lingering on his cheek longer than necessary.

It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep, though you really couldn’t blame him. All you wanted to do was sleep, as well, but you decided that making these cookies was more important. He had worked hard and, though he did attempt to swipe a few treats, he had mostly behaved.

Cobra was a man who loved sweets. More than anything, he wanted the sweets that you had made with your own hands because, to him, they tasted all the sweeter. You had honestly always wanted to bake for him, but you had just never gotten around to it for two reasons.

The first was because Hyuga kept you so busy that you rarely had the time or energy. The second, which was probably more important, was because you were afraid. Afraid that they would come out terrible and he would hate them, yet he would still force himself to eat them because he loved you.

You slapped both of your cheeks at the same time, shaking your head to wake yourself up. You were going to make these cookies for him and he was going to love them, not just because you made them yourself, but because they tasted amazing.

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Cobra woke up several hours later, the apartment still smelling like sugar, pumpkin and various other sweet flavors that made his mouth water. He expected you to be asleep in the bedroom but you weren’t. You had fallen asleep at the island, the other half of your body draped over the countertop, arms acting as a pillow.

All of the treats had been wrapped up or placed in containers, ready to be picked up by Naomi. He glanced at the clock. There were still a few hours left before she was due to arrive so he had time to clean up. Before doing that, however, he wanted to take you to the bedroom. That couldn’t be a comfortable position to sleep in, after all.

He brought you carefully into his arms and you shifted closer to his warmth, mumbling incoherently in your sleep about pumpkin sugar cubes and honey tea. With a chuckle, he placed you gently in bed, bringing the covers over you so you wouldn’t catch a cold.

“Sleep well, love,” he whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. It took a while for him to get the mess cleaned up and he was sure he had missed some flour somewhere, but that was a problem for the future.

There was a knock on the door and he headed over to open it, drying his hands with a dish towel.

“Good morning,” greeted Naomi, looking tired but pleased. 

“Morning.” He stepped aside to let her in. “We got everything done and ready to go.”

“Thank you so much for the help. You two really saved me.”

“Don’t mention it. We were happy to help. Do you want some coffee?”

“I wish I could stay for one, but I have to get these to the school.”

“Do you need help?”

“No, I’ve got it,” she smiled gratefully, packing away the containers into the reusable bag she had brought with her. When she picked up the final container, she paused, a smile coming to her lips. “Pretty sure this one is for you.”

His brow furrowed as he took the plastic container from her. An orange sticky note sat on the lid with his name written on it next to a cute little heart. When had you made these? He realized it must have been after he fell asleep and he couldn’t help but smile, warmth filling his chest.

“I’ll see you later,” said Naomi as she headed for the door. “Thank you again!”

“Be safe, Naomi.”

Once she was gone, he grabbed one of the cookies from its container, taking a small bite. It was his first time trying a pumpkin spice cookie so he was a bit weary at first, but the flavor exploded on his tongue. Maybe he was crazy, but he felt as if he could feel every ounce of love you had poured into them.

With a smile, he returned to the bedroom, sliding under the covers and pulling you into his arms. You didn’t hesitate to snuggle further into his chest, adoring the way he smelled and how warm his body was.

“What time is it?” you mumbled.

He glanced at the clock on the bedside table, brushing his fingers through your hair. “It’s almost nine.”

“Shit, Naomi will be here soon.” You tried to sit up but he tightened his grip, keeping you in place.

“I already passed them along to her. Go back to sleep.”

“You didn’t give her the cookies in the plastic container with the blue lid, did you?”

“No, love,” he answered softly, unable to hold back his smile. “You didn’t have to make them for me.”

“I wanted to. I hope they came out tasting good,” you muttered, looking up at him tiredly.

“They taste amazing.”

“Do you mean that or are you just saying that because I made them?”

“I mean it.” He cupped your cheek, leaning down to rub his nose against yours. The gesture was cute and sweet, but it left you feeling embarrassed. “Thank you for making them.”

“If you want… I can bake for you more often?”

“Please,” he replied quickly before clearing his throat, color rising to his cheeks. “I’d really like that.”

“Consider it done, then,” you laughed, snuggling closer to him and closing your eyes. 

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[subnautica-reviews]

Welcome to total drama persona. I’ve pit three teams of persona users (well, two teams of all persona users and one team that has a goddess but they needed an 8th member) against each other through the challenges of total drama island 2007 tosee who comes out on top. Since there’s three teams, i’m putting in AS’ spa hotel as a reward for the winning team, while the losing team has to vote someone off.

For our teams we have:

Not So Happy Campers:

The three teams will first compete in a cliffdive competition. The team with the most divers gets carts that make bringing crates to base camp easier. There they’ll construct hot tubs from the parts in the crates. The team who has the best hot tub in Chris McLean(the host)’s opinion wins.

The cats win the carts, cause even Futaba would probably jump, given that she always goes directly with the thieves through all their dungeon crawling adventures. Given these are the Royal thieves, they’re all making huge leaps in palaces n stuff.

I also think that the bears are more likely to get all their members off the cliff cause Chie would just push everyone. I doubt Fuuka or Yukari’s jumping without any pressure though, meaning the dogs have more chicken hats.

The dogs would get their carts to camp before the bears cause they have more strong members. Also the bears have the least techsperience of anyone here, so their hot tub is easily the worst.

The cats win here not because of tech, cause fuuka is the most techsperienced person competing, but because Yusuke painted their hot tub, which Chris thought looked nice, meaning the cats get luxury tonight.

The bears have to vote someone off. They’re voting their bear.

Marie survives because Teddie likely said something out of pocket (as he usually does). 7-1 vote, most likely.

The Big Sleep:

The first part doesn’t matter. The challenge is simple. Stay awake as long as possible. First team to be fully asleep loses. Last team to still have members/a member awake wins spa hotel.

Aigis is actually first to fall asleep, cause she’s on a 24 hour timer. Nobody else is, though Ken isn’t exactly far behind.

Between the cats and dogs i feel like being able to pull an all nighter in the metaverse is more impressive than any staying awake feats sees has. Sees has fuuka’s ten day stay in tartarus, but that was 10 hours for her. The thieves had at least twelve in Maruki’s palace. Tl;dr Dogs Lose.

The bears win against the cats though, cause goddesses don’t sleep. Tl;dr Marie sweep. IT get luxury.

Alliances formed. For the dogs: Yukari and Mitsuru formed an alliance. Fuuka and Junpei formed an alliance. Ken, akihiko and shinji formed one (we are assuming post femc still alive shinji).

For the bears: Chie and Yukiko (obviously). Kanji and Naoto (begrudgingly on Naoto’s part) and nobody else.

For the cats: Futaba and Yusuke (+Akechi, because Futaba’s scheming). Ann, Haru and Makoto formed one. Ryuji and Sumire just kinda paired up cause there’s nobody else willing to work with either.

Futaba tells Akechi to convince Ken to get the dogs to vote off Aigis. Akechi understands how that’d be advantageous and uses is best detective prince smile while speaking to Ken. Ken’s strong social position allows him to also get Fuuka and Junpei in on the vote.

Meaning that in a (probably) 5-2-1 vote (idk who Aigis, Yukari and Mitsuru voted for tbh) Aigis goes home. If only she had a more durable battery.

Dodgebrawl:

The challenge is slightly different. The teams will be doing 7 v 7 games of dodgeball (One Cat sits out). Team with most wins gets luxury. Team with least wins votes someone off.

Initially Futaba sits out cause she sucks at physical activity. During the Dogs v Cats game however, Ryuji loses his footing because of his knee injury, costing the Cats the match. They make him sit out the next match.

First the dogs face the bears though. Easy win for the dogs. The bears have hard hitters like Chie and Kanji but it’s not enough.

The cats, now with futaba instead of Ryuji cause he’s injured, now face the bears. It’s tense. Chie and Kanji hit like trucks, but so do Makoto and Yusuke. Yosuke almost dodges everything, but a well timed Sexy Technique❤️ sacrifice play from Ann takes Yosuke out of the game. At that point, the Cats’ numbers advantage overwhelms Chie and Kanji.

Rise decides to work on an alliance with Yosuke. She also convinces Naoto and Kanji to help her with a vote against Marie (Rise doesn’t like Marie). Chie and Yukiko vote Rise with Marie (Chie and Marie don’t like Rise).

4-3 vote sends the Bears’ goddess home despite the fact that she carried them last episode, all because Rise was a little annoyed by her.

Not Quite Famous

Talent show. Each team sends three acts. Each act gets judged. Team with the most points by the end wins, team with least points sends someone home.

The Dogs: Akihiko wants to punch something very hard hard and break it. Junpei plans to hold another Junpei’s Believe it or don’t. Finally they decide Shinji should cook.

The Bears: Kanji’s making a plushy. Rise’s singing and… idk Chie’s doing backflips or something.

The Cats: Yusuke’s painting, Ann’s modelling and Sumire’s doing a gymnastics routine.

While the performances are happening, Futaba gets to work on Ryuji. She convinces him that the girl’s alliance is planning to boot him. She suggests that he and Sumire vote for Ann tonight, should the cats lose, as Ann’s their weakest link. Ryuji agrees, mostly to save his own skin.

In an attempt to make herself useful, Yukari decides to sabotage one of the other performances, specifically Yusuke’s paint. As a result, the Cats have a rough start. Junpei’s believe it or don’t also doesn’t hit with the audience that well. Chie’s backflips are ironically the winner of the first round. Futaba saw Yukari sabotage the paint, since she planted the paint there in hopes someone’d try the sabotage.

Akihiko, Kanji and Ann all do pretty well. Ann’s Sexy Technique❤️ gets the cats their first points. The other teams are still ahead though.

Finally, Shinji’s cooking and Rise’s singing knock it out of the park. Sumire unfortunately messes up part of her routine. Rise got 1 point more than Shinji though, making the Bears this episode’s winner. The Cats lose, meaning they finally have to send their first person home.

Futaba talks to the girls alliance and tells them about Akechi talking to Ken and about Yukari sabotaging the Cats, insinuating that Akechi’s falling back on old habits and betraying his team. The girls agree to vote Akechi. Futaba also tells Yusuke and Akechi to vote Ann. Akechi’s getting a tad sus but plays his part for now. Futaba throws her own vote on Ryuji.

4-3-1 vote, Ann goes home. Futaba mentions that she voted Akechi as intended. Akechi, noticing Futaba’s plan, claims to have voted Ryuji. Makoto and Haru are made to be suspicious of one another.

[artistic-moth-man]

Finally, mr. Howie Dodat! (Best joke in the english dub fight me)

His whole character isnt about food anymore, and JP always gave me nb vibes, specifically he/they

I also think they deserve more depth on their thing abt buying friendship. Cant wait to explore that in my au

[nejishadow]

A Burden (One They're Glad To Carry)

Summary:

“Maybe we should go back. We’re close, yes, but I don’t know if it’s worth the risk.”

Akihiko paused in fixing his gloves, gaze locking onto Makoto.

“I think we can do it. Let us try, leader.”

“I don’t like agreeing with ‘im,” Shinjiro slowly got up from where he sat, rolling his shoulders as he stood at full height, “but I think we got a good chance. Just ‘cause I’m a lil tired doesn’t mean I can’t fight. I know when to focus. If we come back we gotta go through all these god awful floors again.”

“Yuki-san, if they both believe we can do it, I do too. I trust you to call a tactical retreat, if we need it. I can keep fighting.” Which was only slightly a lie. Ken was getting tired from overusing his buffing skills, but if he focused on keeping back and shooting, Makoto would never know! Perfect plan!

As Makoto closed his eyes and thought, they all shuffled. Usually he was quick on decision making, he must really be unsure…

“Alright. We’ll try. But the moment anything goes wrong, we’re out of there.”

All three nodded in acknowledgement. Too bad none told the others they were gonna ignore that order.

Chapters: 2/2

Fandom: Persona 3

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: None

Relationships: Amada Ken & SEES | Specialized Extracurricular Execution Squad, Amada Ken & Persona 3 Protagonist, Amada Ken & Arisato Minato, Amada Ken & Yuuki Makoto, Amada Ken & Sanada Akihiko, Amada Ken & Koromaru

Characters: Amada Ken, Arisato Minato, Yuuki Makoto (Persona Series), Male Persona 3 Protagonist, Sanada Akihiko, Aragaki Shinjiro, Takeba Yukari, Yamagishi Fuuka, Iori Junpei, Kirijo Mitsuru, Aigis (Persona Series), Koromaru (Persona Series), Ikutsuki Shuji (Mentioned), SEES | Specialized Extracurricular Execution Squad

Additional Tags: Shadow Weapon Ken, Tartarus (Persona 3), Dreams, Dreams and Nightmares, Fever Dreams, Persona 3 AU, Persona AU, Anti Shadow Weapon, Introspection, Persona 3 Protagonist is called Makoto Yuki, Memory Loss, (kinda)

[theriveroflight]

@hecksupremechips the rest of your zecret santa gift is up! enjoy!

[narrators-journal]

Chapter 4

Ngl, this one might be a tad rushed. I was originally gonna make this longer, but I found a good spot to end it that served the flow better so it didn’t drag and get painfully slow. So, it’s shorter than intended, but you get an extra chapter lololol. Hope you enjoy!

Previous part: Here

Next part: Here

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Despite the weight of his mother that lingered in his skull, Ryoji made his way back to class to drop himself into his chair and lay his head down. “I’m hurt that you’ve been so warped by that disgusting human that you’d refuse my help.” His mother whispered in his head. The weight of her hands still on the back of his shoulders while he muttered back. You don’t want to help, you only want to possess my body. “That is not true, my child.” She assured, "I do not only want to use you; but I don't have much of a choice." Yet, the brunette didn't respond to her that time. His annoyance furthered when he felt someone tug at his scarf.

Another one was quick to follow, though. Until the brunette finally raised his head and looked over to the culprit. Only to find that Junpei had moved from his desk to the one behind him. “Hey dude, you doing okay?” The persona user asked, and Ryoji nodded without a word. “You sure? I heard from Kenji that Minato carried you back inside yesterday, you good today?” and as he spoke, he kept hold of the brunette's long, sun-colored scarf, his curious, brown eyes all but a crowbar to Ryoji's mouth. “Oh, yeah I’m fine now." He promised, the false joy in his words too easy to summon. "I was sick is all, and yesterday was the worst of it. But! I’m better now, so that was just the illness breaking or something. Uh, how have you been though? I heard...I heard some rumors that you’ve been a bit off yourself, y'know.” He asked in return. And, in that instant, the baseball-clad brunette’s expression darkened. “Oh. Yeah. I have been kinda struggling recently…” he confirmed. His brown eyes as dark as mud while he stared off into the space just over Ryoji’s shoulder before he recovered. “But! I’m doing a bit better, it was a personal issue but I’m getting through it.” Junpei assured with the best smile he could muster. Though, he was swift to change topics after a heartbeat.

God that was an asshole tactic to pull. I didn't need to jab into Chidori's death like that. He scolded himself while Junpei told him about the most recent sports scores. At least, until the next lesson started and the persona user had to return to his seat before he got scolded. And, thankfully, Ryoji was somewhat left alone by his classmates for the rest of the morning.

Even when Minato returned to class from the break, he left Ryoji to his own devices. Which, was a small bit of cold comfort against the presence that haunted his skull still. Though, once the bell rang to release them to lunch, Minato became the brunette's shadow. And while he didn’t say anything during their walk, his presence alone weighed on Ryoji.

God, if this had happened before that cursed night, I'd love this. Ryoji thought when he sat at a table with his shadow and watched the other students talk and joke around them. What am I supposed to do now though? I can't flirt with him anymore, it'd be completely fake. At the same time, though, I can't outright ask him 'hey, if you had to kill me to save humanity, would you choose humanity or me?' That'd only tip him off and get me cornered. Then what? If I told him the truth, he'd hate me! He'd choose to try and stop Nyx if I let him!

"-Heya you two, hope I’m not destroying a lunch date.” Kenji joked as he plopped himself across from Ryoji and yanked him out of his thoughts. “Oh...you’re not,” Ryoji assured. Hit with the stomach-churning scent of the day's attempt at fried rice as he spoke. Not that the food smelled disgusting, though, it smelled fine to him as Kenji began to talk their ears off. There was simply something about the smell of food that had the brunette's stomach on the verge of revolt. If, of course, there was anything in him to start.

The milf-obsessed brunette talked without a care to the duo's silence after that. After all, he'd been Minato's friend first, and had gotten used to his low conversation interest. So, Ryoji somewhat tuned the boy out in favor of a study of Minato's hands.

With chipped black nail polish and callouses on his palms, it was clear that the midnight-haired teen had trained hard. Yet, the nocturnal nature of his mission was most evident in the paleness of Mina's skin, and the bags under his eyes. There was no mistake, the Dark Hour had already drained the wildcard enough for one lifetime. I already took his sleep, then Aigis. I don't need to ruin his life further… In contrast, Ryoji’s own hands looked pale and emaciated now, with hair-thin threads of black mold just beneath the skin. Almost as if the days he’d spent in pain in bed had sapped away his life force and left him to rot like Kenji had joked. His fingers were boney, skeletal. He could almost swear that he could see his veins beneath his skin of his palm when he turned his hand over. No, they were no longer his hands. The hands he looked down on as Kenji talked about homework and Minato slept were the hands of Death.

No! No, stop thinking about it! Ryoji scolded himself while he squeezed his eyes shut. Do NOT spiral in school. If I have some existential melt down here, Minato will get suspicious. He’ll pry into me until I crack! No. No, no, no. Stop focusing on it. He told himself, only to jump when the wildcard finally spoke once again. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look like you’re in pain.” He hummed, and Ryoji had to force open his eyes to look into Minato’s storm cloud eyes with a smile. “Of course, funeral lily. I’m not in pain.” “Are you going to be sick, then? I can get you a trashcan if so.” Kenji offered through a mouthful of rice, but Ryoji’s hand shot out to grab the teen’s wrist before he could get to his feet. “No! I’m not going to be sick either, please trust me when I say I’m fine.” He plead, internally wincing at how desperate he sounded, even to himself. “L-look,” he tried, in a far more relaxed tone as he kept a vice-like grip on Kenji to pull him back into his seat, “I’m not in pain and I’m not sick. I’m just...thinking about some family stuff, okay? It’s not a fun train of thought.” “Oh…” The milf-hunter-wannabe said, his tone softened by the experience he had with his own family troubles. After all, he was a wealthy young adult, there was no doubt in Ryoji’s mind that he understood the pains that could be caused by his false homelife. “Well...is it anything you’d like to talk about? I can’t help, but me and Mina can listen.” He offered, but the taller brunette finally released his wrist to wave his offer off without a glance at the wildcard beside him. “Maybe later, the context of the whole drama would take far too long to break down right now. Just, know that I’m fine. Simply thinking about stuff.”

Kenji gave an understanding nod and changed the subject without further question, but the shadow knew better than to give the wildcard a glance to read into. The last thing he needed right then was for Minato to know how to read him the same way that he could the persona user. So, instead, he kept his focus on the chatty teen across from them for the remainder of the lunch period, and when the bell finally rang, he didn’t say a word to Minato as they made their way back to class.

Though, that didn’t keep Minato from talking this time. “So, do you plan on returning to work anytime soon?” “Dunno, do I even have a job at this point?” Ryoji chuckled as he weaved through the stream of students. “Oh yeah, I guess you should ask before you come in, huh? It’d be pretty fucking awkward if you came in expecting to work and were fired.” He hummed, quick to grab onto the brunette’s suspender so that he couldn’t be swept away or left behind in the crowd. “Well then, I guess the question is, do you plan to check if you have a job still?” “Honestly? I might not,” the brunette shrugged nonchalantly as he spoke, though he could feel the glare that response got him. “You should. You said you’d help me pay off that businessman, remember?” Minato huffed, which made Ryoji snort, “Y’know, I could just give you the money you still need for that-”

The abrupt stop he was forced into told him he’d fucked up even before he met the thunderous glare. The anger and hurt that mixed in those dark clouds sure to leave lichtenburg figures in his skin, but when the brunette tried to correct himself, the wildcard shoved him aside and pushed ahead to get to class. And, for the third or fourth time that day, he couldn’t recall, Ryoji felt himself slip into that dark headspace. But, that time, it stemmed from a deep thorn of pain that sat stubbornly in his chest. Not the sickly pale color of his skin, or the weight of his mother in the back of his mind.

Though, those factors were of no help to him while he stood in the hall and let the chatter of the student body pass him by. One glance at his palms seemed to ensure that, as he watched the darkness that he’d assumed were his veins spread like a spider’s thread over his pale skin for what felt like an hour. The world seemingly at a stand still as he watched in icy horror as ink inched its way over his flesh.

Thankfully, he was snapped out of the moment when Junpei bumped into him and reminded him of the many, many students that trickled into classrooms around him. Every single one of them unaware of the monster that numbly followed the class clown back to his desk with his fists clenched and an iceberg in his gut.

[halfamask]

Any one of my friends: This booktok book is so spicy I nearly died reading it dark fantasy is my new favorite I actually don’t think you could stand it-

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Ao3: no beta we die like neji/junpei/fred weasley

Me: fuckfuckfuckfuckfu-

[vanilla--shake]

Chapter 1 <3

[ghxst-bird]

The curse rubs a hand down Junpei’s back, along the curve of his spine, feeling the prominent ridges and the way the soul strains towards him, seeking release from its mortal coil.

The boy’s eyes are as dull as his soul as he looks up at Mahito, rage and desperation churning together, transfiguring itself into a an amalgamation of resentful emotion intense enough it could give birth to a new curse altogether.

His mother is breathing heavily on the bed beside them, her face pinched in slumber. The residual pain of being torn in half and sown back together again a memory that will not quickly fade from her mind. If she survives the night at all. Mahito has never bothered to put a body and its soul back into the correct order before, so he doesn’t know what to expect.

— sneak peek of an upcoming fix-it

[somevirtualnolife]

Could you do 18. snowed in for Aki and her boyfriends? :)

This is several years too late, and also a completely different season! But as I was brainstorming this awhile back, I had a similar idea to have them train together. I eventually realized it made more sense in the summer! Apologies for changing the season, but I hope you like it all the same!

Beat The Heat

“Okay, I’m done. Just leave me here. I’m going to die.”

Niina leaned back onto a large tree next to the hiking path, gasping for air and grabbing his water bottle.

“It’s only been a half an hour,” Arashi responded flatly.

“Yeah, half an hour hiking in the summer! Who does that?”

“It’s a pretty popular activity.”

“Yeah! For old people maybe!” he continued to huff.

Why did he join Judo again? Oh right, because he was basically bullied into it. This whole athletic ‘if you’re not sore, it means that you’re not working hard enough’ mentality was not Niina’s style in the least. He would much rather be at home in the comfort of his air-conditioned bedroom, reading up on the latest fashion trends. Heck, even working at the combini was better than this.

“It’s good for endurance.” 

“Dude, do I look like I’m built for endurance?” Niina said through gritted teeth.

“That’s the point. To build it.” Arashi responded, crossing his arms.

“Come on guys, don’t argue,” A redheaded girl with glasses walked up from behind them, a concerned frown on her face. Akiko-sempai. The one positive that was a part of this retched regimen.

“Save your oxygen. It’s only going to get warmer from here.”

Ugh, she was right, it was too hot to argue. “You know you don’t have to walk with us, sempai. You’re the manager after all.”

“But a good manager needs to know how the team is feeling!” she clenched her fist and furrowed her brows in a determined fashion, which honestly, made her look even cuter.

“That’s the spirit!” Arashi lifted his right hand in front of him, to which Akiko hit with her own high-five.

Niina couldn’t help but sigh. How these two managed their energy, he’ll never know, but he supposed it was endearing in a way. They always seemed to be on the same wavelength when it came to moments like this. Some folks would suspect that they rehearsed it beforehand, but he knew that that was just how these two were.

Still though… he wasn’t sure if their energy was contagious enough to motivate him. The young man tugged at the cap of his water bottle and took another incredibly long gulp.

“Arashi-kun, if you want to go ahead, we can catch up. I bet you can even lap us twice if you wanted.” Akiko finally said in a chipper voice.

“Hmm…” Arashi furrowed his brows, clearly not into the idea.

Clearly not one to give up either, the redhead went on the tip of her toes and ruffled his hair playfully.

Niina cracked open one of his blue eyes as he continued to drink. She always seemed a bit touchy-feely with him, a poke of his cheek here, a tug at his uniform sleeve there… he never seemed to mind, though. Maybe he was used to it because judo is so heavy in contact. But he also wondered if there was something more between them at times.

Sigh… it must be nice hanging out with Akiko-sempai like that. He always thought she was a real cutie, right when he first saw her shopping and tried to pick her up. If he was being truthful, maybe that was the real reason why he hadn’t quit the club yet.

“Fine.” Arashi finally relented with a sigh, his face slightly pink, but Niina suspected it wasn’t because of the heat. “But you two still have to make it up to the top. Watch your step.”

“Roger that,” the young kohai jokingly did a salute with two of his fingers.

The star athlete stretched out his legs before setting off to jog. It wasn’t before long before he disappeared up the dirt path, leaving his clubmates to themselves. If they weren’t forced to do the same trek, it would be impressive to watch Arashi.

“Okay two more minutes and then we gotta go too,” Akiko pressed a button on her timer.

“Jeeze, you’re really diligent aren’t you?” Niina let out a sigh, but a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “I can see why Arashi wanted you to be the club manager,”

The redhead took a triumphant pose, her face still beaming, despite some clear signs of exhaustion under her eyes. “Of course! I was a bit surprised at first, but Arashi’s enthusiasm is contagious. I want to support him the best that I can,”

As expected, he couldn’t help but think. This just supported his ‘sempais are dating’ theory. While he didn’t love the idea of this being possible, it certainly made sense. As he thought before, they both had similar energy, and there was no way that someone would work this hard to support someone else’s endeavours if they didn’t, at the very least, have a crush on them.

You know, for the same crazy reason that someone may give in to being bullied to join a club.  

“Come on now, Niina-kun! Let’s get going!” Akiko finally said before making an about-face. “We don’t want to lag too far behind!”

So much for keeping it slow. “Okay, but you might want to be careful. You don’t want to-”

Before Niina could finish his sentence, Akiko sudden burst of energy did not keep up with what her body was telling her, which was to still take it slow. Just as she was about to start running, she didn’t take note of the two slippery rocks in front of her. Before he knew it, she managed to wedge her foot between the two of them and stumble face-first into the dirt ground.

“Aki-sempai!” he nimbly hopped over a few branches and knelt beside her. “Are you okay?”

“Oww…” she mumbled, slowly pushing herself to her knees. Her face was smudged with dirt but with a bit of bruising, but thankfully no blood. Her glasses, however, had seen better days. They were bent to the side, with a crack on the left lens.

“Oh no…”

“Careful not to reach, I think your foot is still stuck. Slowly back up, and we should be able to get it out,”

Niina then carefully placed his hands on her ankle and navigated it away from the stones. She could see her wincing but at least it wasn’t completely locked in there. Once they got her foot out, he quickly reached over the other way and grabbed her now broken glasses.

“Thanks…” she sniffled.  

“Can you walk?” there was an alarmed tone in his voice, something that was unusual for the junior. While he knew the injuries weren’t terribly serious, it didn’t help that they were still on a mountain.

“I definitely can’t go up in this,” Akiko sighed, clearly frustrated. “Arashi is gonna be so disappointed,”

“I doubt it. He’d be more worried if you tried to push yourself on your ankle. Plus, it’s not like you can see much now,” looks like there were no other options.

He then scooched to the front and continued to kneel. “Hands over my shoulders and I’ll try to be careful lifting your legs,”

The redhead’s eyes widened, surprised at the offer. “Are you sure? I know climbing this hasn’t been the easiest,”

“Well, I’m not gonna leave you here alone that’s for sure. Besides, going down is easier than going up,” he was just grateful he was smart enough to wear some shoes with a grip.

There was some hesitation, but eventually, Akiko did as he asked and wrapped her arms around his neck and lifted her legs a bit higher towards his hips. Niina then hooked her legs under his arms and slowly stood up.

“There we go. Not too bad at all! Now let’s getcha off this stupid mountain.”

Carrying her certainly made the heat even more unbearable, but thankfully, she wasn’t too difficult to carry. As long as he kept a slow pace, he could manage this.

“Judo is paying off. I didn’t think you could carry me,” Akiko said, leaning her head against his shoulder as he finally found a comfortable rhythm.

“Hmmm… I think I could have carried you anyway, but I guess the extra training has helped.”

“You might be leaner than Arashi-kun, but I could tell you have put on a bit of muscle,”

“Oh, have you been watching me sempai? Undressing me with your eyes?” he teased.

“You know what I mean,” she laughed. “You do look good though. Kind of mature in a way.”

Niina could feel his cheeks redden at the compliment. With her lips close to his ear and her chest pushed up against his back, it was hard not to think about how close Akiko was now. It reminded him of one of their earlier moments together. At the time, he just thought of her as a cute girl that he would ultimately never see again.

Ughhh, now he really hoped that Arashi and her weren’t dating. But now he could totally get how his judo-sempai felt after the hair ruffle. Akiko-sempai wasn’t just cute. She just always seemed to know what to say at the right time, and you knew that she meant it. That’s why he knew that as much as he complained and belly-ached about joining judo, he would never quit.

“Well, uh. You’re… not too bad yourself,” he coughed. It was one of the rare times that he was at a loss for words.  

***

It took a bit more time than anticipated, but the two eventually made it back down to the entrance of the mountain trail.

“Finally!” they both said in unison before Niina eventually placed her on the seating of one of the nearby picnic tables.

“Thank you so much again,” Akiko said, squeezing his hand. “You’re my hero!”

Niina could feel a goofy smile appear on his face at the compliment. “Well, you know, like I said, I couldn’t just leave you there. A cute girl in the woods? No way! But you know, if you’re offering a reward, I could think of a few things…”

“Is that so?” a rougher, familiar voice said behind him. He slowly turned and sure enough, there was Arashi. How long had he been standing there? Also dangit, he must have been way faster than Niina realized if he already made it back down!

The brunette gulped. Oh man, he was going to get it now. He might as well say goodbye to the best of his high school years. It was nice while they lasted.

“Ahahaha, it’s a joke! Totally not what you think! Aki-sempai twisted her ankle and I had to carry her down and-”

He felt Arashi’s strong right hand on his shoulder. Here it comes. It was the end…

Or so he thought. Instead, of being flung into the air like a ragdoll, he just felt a firm grip of assurance. He cracked open one of his blue eyes and saw a proud toothy grin across his judo sempai’s face.

“Great idea! Not only did you bring Akiko-san back to safety, but you showed some impressive endurance training carrying her all the way down,” the older boy responded.

 “I… guess it was,” he actually hadn’t thought if it that way, but that sounds exactly like the conclusion Arashi would draw in a situation like this.

“Makes me kind of jealous that I didn’t think of it first.” The light-haired boy continued wistfully, crossing his arm, clearly envious that he missed out on an impromptu training opportunity.

Akiko then lifted her hand, as though she was a student ready to share her answer.

“Oh! I have an idea! Arashi-sempai, what if you carry Niina-kun on your back? I bet that would give you even more weight endurance!”

“Wait-WHAT?”  

“Nice idea! I still have the energy for it- Aki, are you okay waiting for one more round?”

“Sure! I could even time it!”

“W-w-wait! Shouldn’t we take you home and ice your ankle first?”

“Now that I’m sitting, I’m totally fine! It shouldn’t take that long if Arashi-san is doing it.”

“It’s settled then! Okay, Niina, are you ready? 3-2-1-”

“NOOO!”

[angelfevr]

[id: screenshot of a fic on ao3. the title is girl anachronism, the author is catnby. the summary goes as follows:

"lemme take a guess as to whose fault this is," junpei says.

"if you think i'm going to take the blame," akane replies, "you're very mistaken."

in which a cat escapes the box, but not unscathed. post safe end. end id].

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