#oh goro akechi.. how i love you

[eyeris07]

ohhh goro akechi... you make me so so sick.. he just wanted to be a hero for his momma.. this song always reminds me of akechi and his mother. it makes me cry a lot.. but also inspired.. hopefully it will make you all cry/inspired a lot too..

[luuxxart]

ok so according to the prev poll it seems like you guys want me to post the pmd comic right here !! (does save me a lot of time coding a new tumblr for comic purposes and setting up CF ;w;)

so just wanted to share some parts/sketches from what I have so far

[hauntingmiser]

Me : uhhhh.....probably spiders?....Idk....probably myself....

( Honestly this looks so amazing tho kudos to you ❤️ )

Adjustments need to be made. But first: what makes you tick?

[kroosluvr]

featherman seeker

as usual da cele notes under cut

had to get some food so thsi si late... i lterally gluedm yself to my chair to finish this LMAOAO

all of the not-dialogue is just straight up lines frm featherman seeker LMAOOO just rearranged

this takes place during 3rd semester (see: infiltration log on wall on 4th page, also their winter clothes strewn around akira's room) after drawing it i was rereading like oh u cld prob see this as like post-third semester but nah i intended it to be such BECAUSE

i rock w the canon that sumire has no clue abt akechi's past and black mask and the mental shutdowns and shido and the engine room she doesnt know hes supposed to be dead, that he sacrificed himself, etc. so ofc shes going thru the game like yayyy featherman yay and her sort of naivete Gets thru to goro. i imagine this is like idk a game he played in childhood bc he was a featherman fan but now revisiting it bc sumire wanted to try it, hes like. damn. this kinda. uh. well thats crazy how things line up. so i think it kinda grates at him but sumi's excitement and like. enjoyment! of it kinda helps him also enjoy it more

SO LIKE He knows he's going to die. He knows thats how grey pigeon's story ends. but he's happy here, and now, with the people he loves, so that makes it All right for now. it's a sad story but it's the good ending.

also i forgor how/where/when goro exactly Actualizes back into existence but can u imagine if he spawned right into the winter wonderland of shibuya square like (head in hands) smth so like. isolating abt it. in a crowd of ppl being excited over christmas and hes like what the hell im supposed to be Dead right now.

also "you are not alone" in the first panels very important..... right under hte panel w goro and sumi side by side :') yea

ryuji and ann holding akira back. YEA.

i really like the 3rd slide. the colors mmmm BUT YEAH so its goro/akira fighting/saving sumire, hanging out at jazz jin, last stand against adam kadmon, then goro holding sumi and akira's hands in the snow, then them smiling :') kinda like a procession of memories, or to-be memories or whatever

ANYWAY this is also like part of my whatever canon divergence where the royal trio section of 3rd sem is just longer for no reason . (aka: the thieves take longer to win over to their side, idk maruki gives u a longer time on the deal, etc etcetc.) just more royal trio time :3

sumibun akimeow and gorodog in 4th img... hidden.... also tennis rackets. ALSO THE LITTLE POLAROIDS Important. and all their clothes! i imagine they stay over at leblanc A Lot. akira prob convinces sojiro to Keep morgana at his house LOL and he handles the business and stuff just so they can have their safe haven while they struggle to try and win the thieves back and infiltrate the palace etc . (I kinda have a comic or something in the works for this)

more abt dialogue choices

"it's tough for a tutorial stage" - this means smth. i didnt think this thru 100% ASKJDHASDKJA but its to do w akechi's life and how everything was so fucking difficult for him as a kid when it shouldnt have been.

"is the second phase giving you trouble" - also smth to do w akechi. (As u can see these are all half baked metaphors) smth to do w his 'second life" aka: third semester being Difficult. because now he has sumire and akira and he doesn't want to leave them, so dying the 2nd time is gonna suck real bad.

i like shuakesumi btw

[monakisu]

I want you to know that I came across a random post of your Death Note art, went "Awww, oh my gosh, with the way this person draws Light I think Akechi would look fantastic in the same style!", clicked onto your profile, and then saw your newest artwork was Akechi. I'm still kind of cackling over it and thought maybe you'd find it funny too. Your art is SO cute, I'm very happy I found it <333

HAHA THAT’S AMAZING (<< was an akechi artist wayyyy before i fell head over heels for light)

but rlly… theyre so similar:

- brunet

- asshole

- pretty boy

- mass murderer

- black-haired homoerotic rival

at the end of the day, the key difference is one is a top and the other is a bottom.

ok but seriously, they’re vastly different characters on a fundamental level:

- light was handed everything him on a silver platter: family, friends, looks, intellect, a comfortable life… as a bastard child of a sex worker and now an orphan, goro had to fight his way to his current position and will always harbor a terrible sense of inferiority (light is completely confident in his absolute superiority, Always (that’s why the challenge of L sent him off the deep end of obsession lol))

- light genuinely sees himself as a hero, while goro would like to feel the same but is nonetheless depressingly aware of his villain’s journey (his undesirable position as the detective vs the underdog phantom thieves, his string of assassinations, his ultimate dirty bloody goal, etc.).

- light’s motive is about the world’s salvation, cleansing, the birth of his ideal reality (very messianic of him with the slightest loving tinge of mary cradling her lamb hahaha) while goro is laser-focused on ruining this one asshole’s life in particular, vengeance and revenge at once! one’s focused on rebirth, and the other gunning straight for death! they both use murder to get what they want but light probably floats around thinking himself so clean and divine as mother of the world (ignorance is bliss) while goro is constantly desperately trying to cover up his suspiciously red hands with his gloves hehehe… they’re both constantly striving for perfection, just with varying levels of self-awareness!!

- goro is a canonical loner; light has a horde of friends; this is probably due to a difference in public persona! goro is an untouchable idea of what he thinks a human should be and is completely out of the loop when it comes to normal social interactions (believes opening with hegel will instantly endear himself to the average person (luckily he inflicted that upon akira who is decidedly not average in the slightest)), light is implied to be more down-to-earth and even slightly goofy (he’s gaming decorum like an advanced speedrunner)! it’s probably good how distant goro is, because getting any closer to him will allow you to see how off-putting and uncanny he is, sorta like an AI-generated image—seams in the wrong places and far too much teeth LOL. meanwhile light has this whole shebang so thoroughly figured out that he’s BORED with it all! he’d like to move on to the next game (with L), thank you!! light definitely still exudes uncanny creepiness (it’s his natural state of being) especially when he zones out or starts hysterically cackling out of nowhere at his own thoughts, but he’s a hundred times better at masking compared to goro due to a better upbringing. goro is starved for the adoring friends he sees akira easily picking up one after another; light couldn’t give less of a shit because he’s always had those trivial luxuries! he’d much rather prefer an adoring WORLD!!

- then there’s the difference in how they die… one started out surrounded with company but ultimately died alone, while it’s the opposite for the other (if you count the de-realization of maruki’s reality as goro’s “death” (which i don’t)).

- in conclusion, light and goro are like funhouse mirror reflections of each other!!! one is a pampered lapdog getting a taste of rabies and letting loose, while the other is a starving wolf trying to domesticate itself for treats and headpats!! and i <3 them both!!!!!

anyways i may be wrong about light because im going purely off of fics, tumblr shitposts, and my own imagination :] feel free to school me in a way that won’t destroy my delusions!

[mr-celestial-writings]

Akechi Goro x gn reader who had a stalker? How will Akechi react if he finds out about it?

Obsessive Ex

Pairing: Goro Aketchi x GN! Reader

Summary: Goro loved you, more than he ever thought he was able to love anybody. And yet... you hid the fact that you were in danger. He is a detective, and a Phantom Thief, however.

Trigger Warnings: mentions of a toxic relationship, depictions of a break in, Goro is unhinged,

PERSONA MASTERLIST

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You were good for Goro. You brought out the best in him and made him soften. When Goro was with you, all his darkness and need for vengeance vanishes.

But when you called him, frantic, claiming that your stalker was trying to break in, something in Goro snapped.

What do you mean you had a Stalker? Why hadn't he heard of this earlier?! Especially before that bastard put you in danger.

It wasn't long before Goro was at your door, gun in hand. His eyes narrowed as he saw you ex, trying to break in.

Silently, he snuck up behind your ex, pointing his gun at the back of their head. A click of Goro turning off the safety signaled your ex to Goro's existence.

They quickly turned around, the anger on their expression quickly morphing to fear. Their eyes went wide, holding their hands up in surrender.

"H-Hey, man. Sorry for the disturbance. Just a lover's quarrel between me n my partner."

That pissed Goro off even more.

"Your Partner? Last I checked They were mine, and you must be their ex. They spoke so lowly of you." Goro spoke coldly. He didn't care about this scum, especially if they were trying to hurt you.

"Oh, so the cunt moved on, huh?" Your ex growled. Goro places his finger over the trigger.

"You would be wise to not insult my partner. I'm the one with the gun." Goro warned lowly. His tone was filled with nothing but warning.

Your ex hesitated, before shoving their hands in their pockets. "Whatever, man. Enjoy your sloppy seconds."

Goro growled lowly, he pulled put his gun away. He pulled out the spare key you gave him and hurried to unlock the door. He needed to check on you.

Once he was inside, he called out to you. You came out from your bedroom in the back. Goro let out a sigh of relief.

"[Name], thank God. Are you safe?" He asked, hurrying over to look you over.

You nodded, "Yeah, Yeah I'm fine Goro. I'm sorry.... I'm so sorry for worrying you."

Goro shook his head, "Hush. Don't you dare apologize for this. You cannot control others." Goro gently held you.

"I just wish you would have told me, my love."

"I... I wanted to... I was just scared. I'm scared of them, G... What if they hurt me? What if they hurt you?" You let out a shaky breath, covering your face with your hands.

An idea his Goro, "My love, what's their full name?" He was a phantom thief. Even if it was just for his own self serving purposes, may as well do some good.

You looked at him, tears filling your eyes, "Why?"

"The Phantom Thieves, as dangerous as they are, may be able to help. I'll submit the request for you, I just need their name."

You thought for a moment, clearly cautious. Goro couldn't fault you, especially with what the Phantom Thieves have been in the news for as of late.

Eventually, you came to your decision. You gave him the name of your stalker ex.

Goro smiled gently, "Thank you, my dear. Now, sit down, I'll make you some tea."

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a/n: I love Goro, and I had to spitball this idea with a friend. Thank you so much for this request, Anon! I hope you don't mind the interpretations I made.

[thedaythatwas]

I need to know what goes on inside akechi’s head on the evening of october 24th.

like. look at it from his perspective. he comes to leblanc early. he has his priorities straight: he’s going to play some mind games, really get under joker’s skin.

(bear with me while I get serious about a profoundly unserious conversation)

he’s staking his claim on enemy territory. he’s sitting patiently, waiting for akiren to walk through the door. surely, it will intimidate his rival to know that he’s made himself at home in his living space. look how close he managed to slip without akiren noticing! he even went so far as to strike up a conversation with his odd barista caretaker. akechi would drop some quick political jargon here, reference some continental philosopher’s name there— all in the name of making akiren look totally incompetent.

really, joker should be terrified. he should feel violated, even. akechi would! hence:

look— he’s so self satisfied! yes, he totally won this round!

🚨 BUZZER NOISE! 🚨

see, akechi is playing 4D chess. so is akiren! but they’re using drastically different playbooks. we know this because goro akechi procedes to get hit with the following:

I know you as the player don’t need to select that dialogue option (I could go on about the implications of that, but other posts have already said it better). but you can! and I, for one, do.

not to get too deep on what is obviously a joke post, but I think this offers some insight into those little rants that akechi goes on sometimes. you know what I’m talking about— “oh, you’re so special, so interesting, it’s like we were fated to meet each other!”

yes— they were basically fated to meet each other, but that’s not the point.

as silly as it sounds, the fact that dialogue options like this exist proves the oft-stated fact that akiren is the antithesis to akechi’s thesis.

akechi plans his interactions with akiren down to a tee, and still, akiren manages to throw akechi off his rhythm! every. single. time. nobody else does this.

part of this is because akiren sees his interactions with akechi for what they’re worth. it’s all a gamble, a chess match. akechi appreciates that akiren is an equal player in their game. he respects that. it takes intelligence to see a bluff for what it is, and to call it. flirtatiously, too!

that respect is what makes their relationship so compelling. it holds true whether you read what they have as love, hate, obsession, or, hell, even all of the above! you know it isn’t indifference, because that doesn’t make any sense coming from either of them.

call me crazy (I certainly deserve it) but if akiren responds “honey, I’m home” to akechi, he hears another message loud and clear: I see what you tried to do here, I’m calling you on it, and you don’t scare me. you’ve made your move, and I’m going to undo it with flair, because I’m joker, and you love it.

and when you look at it like that, it makes sense why little things might set off akechi’s thoroughly-stated appreciation of akiren. they aren’t “little” to him at all. I’m sure he doesn’t wax poetic just to fuel akiren’s ego, anyway. that isn’t quite his style.

and hey! even if akiren didn’t mean to communicate all of that (he totally did though), it doesn’t make the sentiment any less real to akechi! I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. the guy has issues. let him plot the downfall of his enemies (real and perceived) in peace <3

[jitteringjoculatrixxx]

Persona 5 boys at their wedding

Gn x reader

Author's note: hiii, this is my first fic and I'm sorry if it's out of character, this is mostly a warm up, I hope you like it! No dialogue, just actions.

I don't really want any constructive criticism at the moment please, I'm still settling in.

There's no Akiren because I don't know how to write for him

Characters available: Ryuji Sakamoto, Yusuke Kitagawa, Goro Akechi

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Ryuji:

Oh goodness this boy is absolutely adorable

He's trying so hard to keep it all together, be a man and all that

He's trembling as the tears threaten to spill

Like an excited puppy he's smiling and hopping from foot to foot

As you finally arrive at the altar and stand beside your groom, he can't resist the urge to hold you in some capacity

He's holding your hands tightly

When the time comes to kiss, he pulls you in and wraps his arms around you in a tight hug, kissing you with messy enthusiasm

His dancing is a bit clumsy, he's still shaking from the excitement of everything, but you can bet his arms hardly ever leave your waist

Yusuke:

He is always so composed

Standing up straight with a loving gaze and an appreciative smile as he watches you

In this moment, it's YOU that is the finest piece of artwork in his eyes

Patiently waiting for when you make your way closer

Once you stand beside him, he whispers words that sound so much like the most beautiful poem you've ever heard

And it's all about you

His kiss is more soft, and gentle, like a flower petal brushing against your lip

At the dancing section of the event his grip is loose yet secure, so that you may dance with passion and fluidity as he watches your majesty with wonder

Akechi

Akechi has been living a lie and acting for years now, so he knows how to keep his cool and play the role

That's not to say he's faking anything about his love for YOU, God's no, he loves you to bits

It's just he has an image he wants to keep up, so he stands with a quiet stare and elegant smile

Watching you walk up the aisle, most people wouldn't think anything amiss, but anyone with a trained eye could see how his fingers anxiously tugged at the bottom of his clothes

You arrive at his side and turn to what would seem to be your very own prince

Taking your hand into his, he kisses the back of it, looking you in your eyes with a knowing smirk which you can't help but return, he kisses with a certain amount of lingering firmness.

The dance was as one would expect, like a ballroom waltz right out of a fairytale, hands gripping at you possessively, but not too tight to cause discomfort.

Later, when in the comfort of your shared home, he was alone and could let the stray, happy tear slip, but only for a moment, not wanting to spare a generous amount of time dwelling on vulnerability... Maybe one day... Maybe even in front of you...

[immortalmsmoon]

7IYUDTDHYIGF TYSM FOR DOING MY RQ FOR CHIBI i hope you dont mind me rq again 😭 then pls ignore this rq

can you let Akira and Akechi react to chibi of there s/o ? like the sec s/o see her chibi self she squished the holy spirited out of the chibi she will also coy with it and how cute the two chibis of themself are also lovers and Naver be separated form each other like them

oh, one of the chibi lovers was up in a shelf the if they fall they may damage themself ? now you have two chibis in a danger high place

if you ever separated them they will only sulk until they are in back again

Chibi Part 2

Part 1

A/N: Thank you so much for the cute request!! i love it so much! sorry Akira's is so long :(

Characters: Goro Akechi & Akira Kurusu

Warnings: None!!

Word count: 407

Goro Akechi~

the moment he sees the chibi version of you he is blushing like crazy

he is so over loaded by cuteness that he kinda shuts down for a second

he blushes harder when he sees you playing around with your chibi self and squeezing your chibi self

he just wants to hold the chibi you in his arms and kiss it the same way you did with Chibi Akechi :)

He could barley hold back when he saw the tiny little version of you. you were so cute, with you squishy little cheeks and tiny little hands, and your cute smile and-

He took in a deep breath, his hands fists.

The moment you picked the Chibi version of yourself into your arms and starting messing around with its hair, he felt like his heart was going to burst.

But the more he looked at it, the more he noticed something...

it looked sad. Lonely.

he slowly turned to look up on the shelf where the small version of him sat. it looked back at him with a pout on its small face. Akechi glared at it, but still took it down from the shelf, before walking over to you to reunite the two chibis.

Both Chibi's broke out in adorable smiles, You couldn't help but giggle as the two little versions ran around hugging one another and pressing kisses to eachother.

Akira Kurusu~

This guy has chibi version of you in his arms before you know what's going on

he's pressing kisses to the chibi you's head and squeezing you, and your holding onto the little version of him

when he also sees that the two chibi's are in love HE NEARLY PASSES OUT ITS SO CUTE

blushing SO HARD

The two Chibi's sat on the ground infront of you and Akira, hugging on another tightly. Akira's smiling so hard his cheeks hurt. he reaches out to pet the chibi you's head, and quickly picks it up, making Chibi Akira pout. You lift the Chibi Akira up into your arms, swinging him around a bit, pressing kisses to its forehead.

Akira can't help but blush at the sight. he looks back to the small version of you. it has his shirt balled up in its hands, and it sits there smiling at him so brightly he thinks his heart may stop working.

he presses soft kisses to the chibi you's head, causing it to somehow smile even brighter than before.

[akiology]

Home || Goro Akechi x Reader

Word Count: 995 Summary: You take home a little kitten, and you and Goro are now parents to this adorable little bundle of fur. Note: requested! fem reader! i didnt directly name the little kitten (only a few affectionate nicknames), so feel free to insert your chosen names!

Before meeting Goro, home was an unfamiliar concept for the both of you. Of course, there is the house that you go home to, and Goro had a house he goes home too. But the feeling of familiarity and comfort was nowhere to be found. The warm welcome followed with a loving parent's embrace... was not quite there. For the longest time, home was a distant concept, a pretender’s game, trying to blend right in by mimicking what you see and hear. Fake it ‘til you make it, they say. Maybe one day, when you say that you are ‘home’, you will finally believe it.

Until you found each other, and perhaps home was more than a house you go back to every night.

You snapped out of your trance when your classmate, quite literally, snapped their fingers in front of you. “So? Will you take her?” they asked, while holding a small kitten. She had white fur and black muzzle, and could fit in the palm of your hand.

When your classmate handed her to you, the kitten reached out and as you held her she placed her paw on you as if to say 'Don't let me go, please.'

Now you stand in front of your apartment door and bring her close to your face, "My little baby, you are going to see your father now. He just got home," you whispered. She opened her eyes and her head turned to the direction of the door. It was as if she knew what you were talking about. You giggled and knocked at the door using your foot.

You heard some shuffling inside, and after hearing footsteps approaching, the doorknob finally turned.

"My princess, did y-" Goro stopped after seeing the kitten you held in your arms, "Oh? Who's this?"

"This is our child!"

/./

"So what should we name her?"

After telling the story of how you got the adorable little kitten to Goro and getting some old clothes you no longer need as a makeshift bed, you now settle in the living room with the kitten currently lying down and observing her parents.

"Why don't we name her after you?" Goro winked.

"But wouldn't that be confusing?"

Goro shrugged and held his hand out for the kitten. She turned around and placed her paw on it. Goro smiled.

"Aww~ She likes you! That's your papa, my little baby!" you cooed at her.

Goro blushed, "P-papa?"

"Yes! We are her family now. I'm her mama, which naturally makes you her papa!"

Goro's face turned even redder, and so he clasped a hand over his face and turned. It was embarrassing, but he very much liked the idea of playing house with you. A part of him feels guilty because he feels too happy. Is he even deserving of it? Before he could even go down the hole of dangerous thoughts, the kitten climbed over his lap. 'Papa, pay attention to me,' she seems to say.

Goro smiled and picked her up, snuggling her close. You scooched closer to the both of them and embraced them. Welcome home.

/./

During the weekend, Goro had to work overtime. So you spent the whole day with your little baby. You got a long cloth, and tied it around your neck for a makeshift sling bag that could fit your little kitten.

She behaved the whole time while you shopped. You bought a few clothes for her, a bed, food, and other necessities she may need. A few people were in awe whenever she popped out of hiding, and a few kids waved at her.

As you were taking a short break from your shopping, your phone started ringing.

"Hello?"

"My princess, how are you?"

"Oh, I am good! I went out to buy a few things for our little baby," you told him, and felt some stirring on your lap. The kitten seems to be hyper aware of you, inspecting the magical electronic box in your hands that has her father's voice.

"Ah, I wish I could be there, by the way don't buy any treats. I saw some on the way to work and I'm gonna pick up some before going home.”

And sure enough, when he got home that night, he brought home some sweets for you and snacks for your little kitten. He tried to quietly turn the lock of the door, as he was home late, careful to not wake you up if ever. He saw you lying down with the kitten on your stomach. He smiled, and committed the image to memory. It felt too good to be true.

/./

When you went to school the following week, your classmate asked you about how the kitten was doing. You told them about how the kitten is settling in nicely, and showed a few pictures of them at home. Whether it be sleeping, playing, eating, after bathing… you have all the pictures. Your classmate seemed pleased.

After a long and tiring day, you stretch as you reach your apartment. You fished out your keys from your pocket, and as you opened the door you could hear some muffled talking. As you approach the living room, you see Goro on his arms and knees while holding a small toy mouse in front of your little kitten.

"You should learn how to hold this so you can protect yourself and mama while I am away," Goro says with a straight face, and your little kitten tries reaching for the stick.

You chuckle, "Goro what are you doing?"

"Playing with our baby?" Goro seemed genuinely embarrassed he was caught, but relaxed once you sat down beside him.

"Sounds intense," you giggled and gave him a quick kiss.

The kitten climbs onto your lap and settles in there. Goro handed you a plate of snacks he brought on the way home and placed a hand on your lower back.

"Welcome home, my princess."

Home. Yes.

You are home, finally.

[frickingnerd]

who we used to be

pairing: ann takamaki / panther x gn!reader

summary: during the third semester, you lose all memory of your girlfriend. but ann and you find each other again, even when you can't remember her

tags: "amnesiac"!reader, lovers to strangers to friends to lovers, falling in love with the same person twice, angst with a happy ending, wholesome fluff, spoilers for p5 royal, maruki's reality

things changed so quickly. one day, you kissed ann goodbye, telling her you'd see her again tomorrow. the next day, you couldn't even remember her name.

“do i know you…?”

ann felt her heart shatter into a million pieces, as you said those words. there was confusion in your eyes, as you looked at her. she had tried to greet you with a hug, when you had pulled away. and now you were looking at her like she was just some stranger to you.

“n-no, i– i must've mistaken you for someone! i'm sorry–!”

ann tried to brush it off, forcing herself to chuckle awkwardly. there were so many thoughts running through her head, so many questions. but one thing was for certain. you were being genuine. you truly didn't know her. or at least, you didn't remember her.

“you just… reminded me of someone i used to know!”

those were the last words ann said, before rushing off. you were left behind, confused about what she could possibly mean. but she had run off so quickly, that you couldn't have asked her.

ann soon had to find out that you weren't the only person that had been acting weird. the world she lived in had changed. events that she vividly remembered had never happened. shiho never tried to kill herself. haru's father never died, nor did goro akechi. yusuke still lived with madarame, ryuji was part of the track team and everyone seemed… happy.

everyone except for her.

the world she lived in now was supposed to be perfect. but the most important thing was missing. the one person that made her life worth living.

“are you okay…?”

ann's head whipped around as she heard your voice. out of all the people that could run into her crying on the school's roof, it had to be you.

“wait, it's you… that girl, from a few days ago!”

a pained smile rested on ann's lips. that was all she was to you now. that one odd girl that mistook you for someone else.

“you've been crying… do you want to talk about it?”

you sat down next to ann, grabbing some tissues from your bag and handing them to her. she took them, smiling thankfully, before wiping the tears from her eyes.

just being near you again was oddly comforting. yet it also hurt like nothing ever had before.

“i have… gone through a break up, of some sort”

perhaps this was the best way to describe it. you weren't dead. she hadn't truly lost you. but your relationship was over the moment you had forgotten about her.

“i assume you weren't the one who ended the relationship…?”

“yeah, you're right…”

the two of you fell into silence again. ann didn't know how she could describe this situation to you. she was struggling to find the right words. words that wouldn't give away that she was talking about you. words that wouldn't give away that you had lost your memories of her. words that wouldn't give away that the world you lived in was wrong.

ann stared at you in awe. despite not knowing who she was, you seemed to understand her. or was it because you knew who she was? deep down, perhaps you could still remember…?

“you know…” it was your voice that broke the silence again. suddenly, your hand had found ann's and the blonde's heart almost stopped when she realized you were holding her hand. oh how she had missed this… “i think… you're a very pretty girl, ann. you could date anyone you'd want! but you're so much more than just some pretty face…”

“i know that you and i aren't friends or anything! i don't know you as well as shiho or ryuji do, but– i am convinced you are a great person. and whoever left you must be an idiot, because i know i would never lea–”

you stopped yourself. what were you even saying? shiho and ryuji? i would never leave you? those words had left your mouth, but were they truly yours? what were you even saying? it was as if you were remembering things that never happened…

“because you would never…?”

ann seemed to be eager to hear you continue that sentence, but you awkwardly pulled away your hand and chuckled.

“what i mean is… i think you're great! or– i assume that you're great! perhaps, if i were to get to know you… then i'd know for sure”

“like… a date?”

ann had said what you were too afraid to suggest. it was true, you wanted to go on a date with ann. you didn't quite know what it was about her, but there was something. a force drawing you to her, like a moth to a flame.

“well… you just ended a relationship and you still seem to be hurting a lot. asking you out right now probably wouldn't be right” you turned her down. “but if you're ever ready for something new… then i'd love to take you on a date!”

something new. perhaps, that wouldn't be too bad. ann wasn't sure if she could get your past with her back. but perhaps she had a chance of a new future with you…

“i think i need a few more days to clear my head. but after that, i'd love to go on that date with you…”

[knnichs]

i love you in the worst way

his work was not what kept him up–tossing and turning on his bed. it was you.

c. goro akechi, gn!reader

t. mentions of shido (i hate him,) major p5r/p5 spoilers, slight implications of suicide (very plot heavy, but vague,) yearning who cheered, not beta read

reupload once more… second part of the first akechi fic, as always original notes are at the end & you can find the og ao3 link here!!

The dimly lit apartment had a comforting emptiness to it, regardless of what everyone says about loneliness. Akechi always found himself missing its familiar quiet, akin to a park with the occasional muffled voices of others. He would sit under the bridge if no one was there, maybe near the lake–or alone on the bench, watching as the birds fly free across the blue sky. Work as a detective would mean socializing with others, even if it meant becoming a little fake towards them. But he chose this line of work, he knew what he was getting into the moment he and Shido had struck a deal. 

Nevertheless, he felt a little sick that night. Somehow dreading coming back home. Maybe it was the insomnia, maybe the lack of a companion–a true one–the entire day. As much as he loved working with Sae, they can get into some heated arguments sometimes and Akechi didn’t need that on his already overfilled plate. It wasn't that, however, that was not what kept him up–tossing and turning on his bed.

It was you. 

If he was being honest, he didn’t think he would ever fall in love. In a romantic sense anyway–with his grand death on step 30 of his revenge plan against Shido (that damned politician) and if everything went well, his poisonous blood would forever stain that man. With patience wearing thin, he wouldn’t dare do anything aside from preparing for the last chapter, the finale, of the famed detective prince.

He sighs, exhausted from the entire day and everyone in general. If he was going to be honest, meeting up with you was the one thing he was looking forward to. But of course, his fans just had to ruin the moment. He’s half thankful, somehow, if he’d stay any longer–his heart would’ve lept out of his chest and taken control of his brain, leaving nothing unsaid.

Just how nice would that be? Seeing the expression on your face as he says things you would’ve never thought the detective prince would say. Three words, spoken in hushed whispers, mumbling too quick that you wouldn’t even be able to understand it immediately. 

I love you, and the words are on the tip of his tongue everytime he sees you.

If you were to ask him, that's exactly what he hates the most. Not the feeling of being a dead man in a body somehow still full of life, or the metallic taste of blood in his mouth after he bit his cheek trying to restrain himself from saying things he would later regret. He would act as if the vision of the white curtains blowing in the wind from an open window and the sun just–shining on your face, a single moment of calm in his lifetime of chaos and fighting. Oh, you would look so beautiful. You would wake up smiling–at him, of all people. It would reach your eyes, an expression of pure joy, and it would forever be etched into his memory. 

To him, it’s like lyrics to a song he’s listened to one too many times. He keeps repeating the same things to himself, words he could only wish to tell you–because it’s you, it’s you who his heart yearns for. It’s you who causes the inner meltdowns because his heart is beating way too fast and his breathing is uneven when he sees you, only hoping that you could somehow pick up on the signs and tell him the same things back. 

A backyard, hanging up the clothes with you underneath the early morning sun. Running across hills filled to the brim with flowers. Traveling country to country, making lunch at the airbnb you two stayed at to save money. The laughs, the smiles–no. He’d be driving himself insane going down that rabbit hole. There will always be that voice in his head that tells him it’s wrong, and truth be told, he’s getting sick of it.

Fine then. So be it, he has other things to worry about anyway. 

The boy rolls over the bed, lazily reaching for the phone he put on the desk drawer and turning it on. 2:03 am, that would mean he had spent the last two hours thinking about you since he got home. 

Tomorrow, he’d whisper to himself. Interview at 10 am, attend as many classes until lunch break–go to the station and help Sae with the cases, investigate for Akira. And a beat of silence in his mind before a familiar name shows up; capture the leader of the Thieves, kill Shido. His plate was already overfilled, and it didn't take long for him to realize that he had to fit you somewhere on his schedule too. What was he even worrying about anyway? There’s a busy week ahead of him and you would understand the distance, more than anyone for that matter.

So, why does he feel guilty? His chest feels tight, this is wrong. You’ve done so much for him and yet–you let him treat you like this? You know everything about each other, you know him better than he knows himself…

That part was a lie. As far as he knows, you only know of his past–but not as the culprit of the mental shutdown cases. You know him from the princely “good boy” ace detective Akechi, he’s done a good job at covering everything up and you–you’re just…

It’s frustrating for him, it really is. He knows you see right through him, you’re the only one who asks how he’s doing after all. You know something’s up, you’ve been with him long enough for it to become an instinct to you. And it's most definitely affecting his plan that he’s developed for years–you were ruining it. 

3:14 am.

He’s still awake. Wondering about the choices he’s made for it to lead up to this… Nonsense. He doesn’t understand why you make him feel this way, he doesn’t know why you choose to care about some worthless child. It’s almost like he’s your greatest wish and to him it's foolish. Who would want someone like him? A murderer, some fraud persona built for the tv, a child who was never loved by their own parents–a curse. 

He’ll have to blow off some steam in that metaverse later, but now, he needs to get rest for the long day tomorrow. 

Slowly, he reaches for his phone. Turning it on only to be blinded by the light–despite it being on the lowest brightness setting–and he stops for a bit to get adjusted to it. He scrolls down to your contact, swipes right, and removes you. 

That was all it took for him to completely forget about the yearning he had just felt, a swipe of the finger, and you were–as he thought–gone.

hi.. im back :pray: heres a part 2 to the last work i made about akechi (message in a bottle) part 3 will be the very last, finally. Valentines (teehee) this is set in the same day as when he left immediately in the restaurant, so !!! yeah thats all okay goodbye :heart: thats all, see u all again next month if i ever come around to finishing part 3 ^^

[leonawriter]

One of my favourite ideas with regards to Ryoji is this sort of... thing where he can just exist outside of time somehow, because of how short a time he's allowed to exist in reality.

(massive spoilers for P3 onward past this point, obviously, if you haven't already gone through the game.)

[EDIT: I've cleaned it up a bit and edited and put it on AO3. So, if you want like... an entire extra scene plus some, go here.]

Which is great in theory, but a bit more complicated if you wanna put it into practice, other than going "well, he's here because... oh, a wizard did it." There are possibilities and plausibles, but they're frankly limited if you have (like me) a logical mind and a need for something to suspend your disbelief.

Except then I had a thought - Ryoji is also known as Death, or Thanatos. He takes on that role at the climax, even. So, I started thinking along those lines, and wound up with-

Ryoji the psychopomp. Ryoji, the grim reaper.

Not "the Reaper" as in the one that roams dungeons (he exists during P3 and is implied by design to be connected somehow to Tatsuya Sudou, anyway).

More like, that it's a case of "Life gave her creations to Death, no matter what they both knew would happen the moment he touched them."

Minato (or Kotone) dies on the school rooftop, and there he is, able to talk to them, and they're able to tell him that everything worked out, that everything will work out. Their spirit lingers at the Door, and they talk like it's passing notes in class.

A young girl finds herself on the receiving end of unwanted advances, and then she's somewhere strange, confronted with uncomfortable and unwanted truths, and then- then, there's a boy in a yellow scarf wanting to know all of the things that she loved about her life. At first it's strange, and more than a bit hard to think of things for this weird guy who she's never met before, but the more she talks the more she realises that she really did have things she treasured.

He thanks her for telling him, and as she makes her peace with the fact that this is it, he tells her that he'll keep them in his heart now, too.

Wakaba Isshikki knows about the cognitive realm - a little too much, perhaps, but not enough to stop. Enough, perhaps, to see the shadow of a boy following her for a day or two. Enough to feel as though she's already living on borrowed time, when she feels that surely she knows what's happening, and she simply... doesn't care.

She's a little wispy, still, when he leads what's left of her toward the Sea of Souls where she now belongs. He's concerned, and rightly so, about what that means. Wakaba's more worried about the kids.

(A few people don't get Ryoji. Those unhappy few get the floating mask of Death and a series of coffins to tell them that their time has come. For some it's because even in death they have no humility, and for others still it's simply easier, that way. Easier to not be Ryoji wile dealing with it, even if it would have been easier still to simply walk away and let them find their own way to the Sea.

But Kunikazu Okumura had sent so many his way, that it was only right that Death came to meet him personally.

"I didn't even get to finish my speech," the man said, blubbering after the towering figure that Death made.

You had a daughter, Death reminded him, and he was silent the rest of the way.)

Goro Akechi comes to, and the first thing he sees is a bright yellow scarf.

The first thing he does is swear, because boys with slicked-back hair wearing yellow scarves aren't supposed to exist when you're dead. The second thing he does is look around, and realise that you aren't really supposed to exist in a sea of stars and sit on nothing when you're alive, either.

"Please tell me this isn't the afterlife," he says, mostly because although he figured it could be worse - he could have found himself in hell, or surrounded by all of the people he'd killed over the years, all of the ones who had every reason to make his afterlife hell if it wasn't already - it could definitely be better.

"It is and it isn't," comes the cryptic answer. "Usually it is, more or less. Each of those lights represents a soul, after all." And there were so many of them. "But you're a special case! You're both dead and not dead right now, which, usually that doesn't happen? People can almost die but not actually die, but they aren't usually both at the same time, I mean."

"Maruki," Akechi practically spits out. "In that case, I'm surprised you're not inundated right now."

Blue eyes - far too blue to be human, they almost remind him of Morgana, and he was neither human nor a cat, apparently - duck down, glancing away.

"I felt what happened. Everyone caught up in a lie, completely oblivious... if the one controlling that power had wanted to bring ruin, then..." But he shakes his head, bringing himself out of his own thoughts. "It's a good thing that didn't happen, really! And- you're wrong, by the way."

"What?"

"Like I said, you're a special case. I've been able to talk to a lot of people, but I've never been able to ask anyone to send a message back before!"

"Back?" For a moment, Akechi is reduced to parroting back words. Surely they mean something, but the obvious meaning is impossible, and he can't think of anything else. "Who would someone like you even want to send a message to, anyway?"

"Would you believe me if I said they were old enemies, who were also old friends? But, I guess you've had a few of those yourself, right?"

"What would you even know about me?"

Akechi got a lopsided, bittersweet smile in return.

"I've been following you for a lot longer than I think we'd both have liked," come the words that send a shiver down his spine as instincts and senses that were rusty from disuse told him what that meant even as his more conscious mind shied away from the idea of it. "But I hope that after this, we won't be able to talk again for a long, long time."

Something tells Akechi that he's both in no danger whatsoever, and also that he really shouldn't refuse. He expects to be on a strict deadline (ha, dead) but time moves differently here, and apparently they have exactly as much time as they need. No more, and not a second less.

When he opens his eyes again, he can remember everything-

Someone really wanted you to live, Ryoji had said, with a teasing smile, and bright eyes.

It makes him feel small. It makes him feel indebted - to Akira, to Ryoji, in ways that he can't even begin to examine or think of how to repay. It makes him want to give it all back, so that he doesn't have to deal with it, but that would be purely theoretical and besides, he has promises to keep.

First, a debt to Akira, something that to Akechi feels like barely a drop in the ocean and that hopefully Akira and his friends will feel the correct amount of gratitude for.

Secondly-

"Hello- yes, this is Goro Akechi speaking. Is this Mitsuru Kirijo-san? I have a message to pass on to you. Are the names Ryoji Mochizuki and Minato Arisato familiar to you, at all?"

[senblades]

Sorry if this been asked before, but I was wondering what was your inspirations for writing FFTSR?

It’s reminds me a lot of marigolds by Colbub a bit, with the time travel and Goro’s Confidants and such.

hoo boy I have QUITE a few inspirations that I am very willing to share:

Marigolds, for sure! Marigolds is absolutely one of my favourite ng+ fics, so while there wasn't anything 1:1 that I grabbed for my own purposes, things like Goro's confidants were definitely influenced by Marigolds, as well as fics that take a similar approach

Daredevil, you've hit the wall by ez_cookie was one of the first fics I ever read, and I was definitely influenced by things like the Sumire characterisation in that fic- plus, I think it's safe to say that Daredevil was what informed me that SumiGoro friendship existed and that it's excellent lmao

Akechi Goro's love language by Ren_saxon, (correct me if I got the fic name wrong I didn't double check) a frankly hilarious one-shot, can really be given majority credit for the creation of fftsr, I think- the running gag of Sumire Not Knowing is pretty much what led me to the idea of "oh, Sumire in a ng+ situation would be hilarious," so I send my many thanks to the author for leading me to this conclusion haha

I'm something of a sponge when it comes to writing, so there are a lot of smaller inspirations and prose quirks that I've picked up here and there (special mention for A Tale of Two Tricksters' canon divergences in palaces- love all that so so much)

I also use a lot of fics as a 'reference point', if that makes sense? like, "oh, this is how this author writes this, this is how this author conveys this scenario", so even if I'm not getting inspired for plot points, I'm still learning plenty! (fics like Throw Away Your Mask and The Crow Cries at Midnight being examples of this- good ol' time travel and massive canon divergence shenanigins for me to think about)

FUCK I NEARLY FORGOT The Disappearance of goro akechi by Kupowonders is. Excellent. I've probably absorbed so much from that fic in terms of my writing style and how I plan plot points- just. I can and will sing this fic's praises forever

This also serves as a "Fic recommendations" list HAHA- if you haven't read anything I've mentioned, you should! They're all incredible!

[kroosluvr]

aftermath

ERMMM this takes place after long winter au third semester.... it could honestly vary but i think sometime btwn 5-10 yrs. sumire is abroad, akira moved back to tokyo after finishing hs/college, goro is. around

SORRY ITS 5am again so ill make this quick . again

QUICK DISCLAIMER this is kinda like a lot of me projecting LMFAOSDOGKJSDHFK@#)40 so like dont read into this tooooo much bc idk royaltrio cld be insnanely ooc here but. YEA.

started thinking abt akira constantly calling up goro and sumire even after 1) goro dies (so they think) and 2) sumire distances herself post-third sem. i elaborate on this on my shusumi fic........ sorry subtle shilling

^ tldr i think these 3 kinda drift apart after the snowglobe world crumbles, that false reality that ironically brought them so close together..... back in reality, things feel Different (but this is Our reality right? why does it feel so strange now?) and so. well its just not the same, no amtter what

the. the “the love was there. it didnt change anything. it didnt save anyone. there were just too many forces against it. but it still matters that the love was there” tumblr post

even though they loved each other and knew it too, there was also some sort of looming feeling that it won't last - but it does, still. it exists, in some meaningful sense-

akira sees and thinks about sumire and goro in everything he does, his day to day life, worries about them, wants to tell them about all he's doing, wants to hear about what they're up to. so he does so by leaving voicemails (although in this case sumire changed her number LMFAO. he does it anyway)

in the same vein, sumire thinks about all the things she'd like to tell goro, but with no address to send it to, it's useless. but she writes them anyway - more and more as a solace to herself, conversing with the memory of goro in her head, making him live on in that sense. and with akira i think it's a little more subtle. here she's trying to find a coffee shop that measures up to lebalnc, and of course she doesn't. there's only one leblanc and only one akira. but yeah like in sumire's case she kinda goes these "roundabout" ways in her Missing Them. theres also the added thing of her wanting to be more independent (from goro and akira and kasumi and tokyo and etc etc etc. also elaborated on in said fic)

goro! i think there's smth so poignant about visiting your own grave (i wrote sumire doing htis in another fic. thats an aside) hair cut, mask on, no gloves, he's a different sort of goro akechi but not really in any meaningful sense either. he's just different. sumire leaves the scarf (i think w sumire, she learns from goro like. omg im blanking on the word. LIKE reliability..? thinking realistically? smth like that.) so shes subconsciously thinks oh ill get him something useful like a scarf to keep warm (and a lil more subtle on the love aspect). akira gets him a lovely bouquet, straightforward and honest w his love/adoration, never afraid to spell it out. smth abt goro needing to live a new life now but also he keeps looking back - but this time, there's love when he looks back. there's still love

a kind of "youll always have home with me" sentiment btwn these 3. even if we never return there, youll still have a place in my heart

like "i dont think ill ever have that kind of love again. but i had it once. and even if i couldnt keep it, its still important." THIS IS HARD TO EXPLAIN

anyway tldr theres just some sentiment w royaltrio w Wanting to move on but also holding onto your past, and learning how to reconcile with the horrible parts but also the tender and lovely parts. sometimes there's stuff you gotta leave behind and grow past, grow around, even if it's good. even if it's good, you still have to push forward. <- a lesson that i'm trying to teach myself currently so thats why this is very. projecting. LMFAODSJKHJKSDKW sorry im crnge goodnight

these notes are horrible dont read these.

[averagegtenjoyer]

hellooooo this time you get a silly little drabble!! i just finished fighting this guy for the first time and got inspiration!!!

" joooooooker ... " a voice drawls out, anger and hunger evident within the tone. a voice that akira knows a little too well, causing him to bite his lip and remain hidden; no matter the cost. he'd been split off from the others on purpose, his pursuer clearly wanting nothing else than to deal with the leader himself.

this little phantom thief is elusive. he's quiet, reserved, and most importantly, patient. willing to wait if the situation calls. but how long will he have to wait against no other than ... goro akechi? so much happened within that last hour, from figuring out akechi was involved with both the psychotic and mental shutdowns, able to wield two personas, the black mask reveal, and then ...

SLAM.

" come out, come out, wherever you are! " akechi rasps, digits scraping against the walls as he searches in desperation. " oh, once i get my hands on you ... " the hoarse voice soon turns to a sinister cackle. akira was not at all ready to deal with that, and that could easily be told by how hard his heart is racing. it might as well burst out of his chest.

" ... i'll crush you beneath my heel! or maybe i'll just tear you limb to limb! i'd LOVE to hear your bones snap and feel your blood run down my fingers! "

out of pure anxiety and the inability to stay in one place out of distress, he jumps onto another nearby table, which undoubtedly makes noise. ah, well, that's not good, now is it? should he continue moving? or maybe hiding would be a better option ... no, his mind is a mess, he can't think-

suddenly, there's an overwhelming pressure around his body as he's suddenly lifted up into the air so fast that he becomes dizzy. the little thief looks down at what almost looks like claws squeezing his body so tightly that he's starting to lose feeling in anything below his waist. biting his lip, he hesitantly looks up with fear in his gaze, those terrified eyes of his meeting akechi's semi-bloodshot, but amused ones through the red tints of the helmet.

there's silence between the two as akechi revels in that of his catch. his prize. he brings the smaller up towards his face so he can see that terrified yet quite adorable expression better. a smile slowly tugs at his lips before he speaks. despite the rasp, his voice almost sounds like a purr.

" ... finally caught you, my little criminal. now what to do with you? "

MY GODDDDDDDDDDDD im literally chewing on my own hanrd i love this so much i cant i just i !!. God i have nonwords i love this Oh insane giant akechi you have my heart vvvvvvv