#p5r fic

[honeysweetcorvidae]

Hey, new fic in my NG+ series is up!! :3 read it here; as ever, being a ng+, it contains spoilers for the main game, but I hope you’ll enjoy it anyhow <3

[vanivenivici]

Feel like absolute shit I just want them back. So here's another femshuake ficlet. yuri be upon ye

Justice Rank 6 but with gorls

“Can I ask that you keep this between us?”

What, this impromptu bathhouse trip? Kurusu isn’t one to kiss and tell. No, why would she tell anyone about this? Makoto and Ryuji would accuse her of getting too friendly with the enemy, and she’d never hear the end of it.

But Akechi doesn’t elaborate. She stands there in her towel with her bra in her hands. It’s… padded. Her thumb leaves a deep indentation in the material from her fierce grip. Her figure isn’t real, either. A bitter smile cuts across her face, then she throws the thing into her locker and slams it shut before heading into the bathhouse proper.

So. Wow. Okay, that’s what she meant. Kurusu follows her in without a word. A bath to wash away the day’s grime sounds heavenly, actually. She picks a spot nearby and begins her routine. Akechi hasn’t gotten her hair wet so neither will she. It’s too much trouble, anyway. She sees Akechi spread the soap down her long slender legs, and she wonders.

She wonders about a lot of things—soap on soft legs across arms down shoulders thighs perfect manicured fingers—and she blasts herself in the face with cold water. She knows why the padded bra exists, it’s nothing but dressing for the public. It’s a costume of the Ideal. The constant grind to be perfect in both mind and body. Still, Kurusu wonders if the bra was an agency idea, or if Akechi decided it all on her own.

“So, what size are you really?” Kurusu asks over the running water.

She hums. “Similar to you, I’d imagine. E70.”

“The exact same.”

“Ah. We really could swap places,” she laughs. “I bet my clothes would look good on you.”

“You think so? I can’t say the same for mine. They’re kinda plain…”

“That’s on purpose though, isn’t it?” she says more like an accusation. “You prefer to not stand out. Tell me, were those fake glasses of yours a lawyer’s idea, or did you concoct the disguise yourself?”

The exact same. Kurusu douses herself with more water, despite Akechi’s piercing gaze. “I decided it myself.”

Akechi’s smile gains that bitter edge once again. “We’re a lot alike, you know. A simple mask may become an anchor, but it’s still too important to let go.”

“Yeah…”

She stares for a long time into the soapy water as it slowly sinks towards the floor drain. Then suddenly, she perks up: “Ah! I’m sorry. Places like this always dredge up a lot of old memories…”

[hymnofmistral]

Fragmented

Pieces 4 and 5

posting here from now on...

2 & 3 here , and 1 here

CH 4, Good morning starshine, the earth says five more minutes please... ------------------

   Sound returns to him first. In the form of cool winds billowing against the attic window. Through the rhythmic purring on top of his chest. 

   Wait. Wasn't Takemi giving him some sort of nutrient injection? Oh. I crashed. I wonder if I’ve broken her patient record for passing out during treatment. …That’s probably not a thing doctors brag about…

   Carefully scooping a sleeping Morgana off himself, Ren places him at the foot of his bed. For good measure, Ren drapes his blanket partially over the not-cat. His front paws knead the air for a short moment, and it takes all Ren's willpower not to squeal.

   His physical body demands his attention then, with a dull headache, heavy limbs, and raw dry throat. Water… Ugh, stairs…

   Brushing messy locks of hair from his face, Ren surveys the remainder of the room. Ugh, I don’t think a palace has ever drained me this much. Sleep sticks to him in a heavy haze, until he notices the other two sleeping bodies. Oh, right. 

     The last however many hours slam into him with dizzying force, as Ren remembers… He remembers a nauseatingly bright casino. He remembers Makoto chiding him for dancing with the palace’s groovy soundtrack, Makoto’s following face-palm response when Ann joins his impromptu dance, and eventually, her fond smile as Yusuke makes a show to envision the moment as an art piece. There was Sae’s fishnet wearing shadow, the unexpected helping hand from a black-clad Sumi, and finally, a cold and unforgiving interrogation room. 

   Fear slithers around him, leaving behind trails of ghost pains. 

* * *

   The rough injections that blurred the edges of his sight. That burrowed into his vessels, filling him with burning ice. Harsh memories of colliding with the cold and unforgiving concrete floor. Fearful anticipation first causes his hands to tremble, and then his whole body, as heavy blurs slam into him. In the form of a shoe, or of a fist. His body clings to survival instinct, and he’s fading in and out, until finally he isn’t being hit anymore. 

   Now there’s… someone… who? He can’t remember why he’s here. Something…something important? Something urgent. But everything is so hazy. He can’t remember.

   I can’t remember. Pinning him with dark eyes, she keeps asking questions he hardly understands. I don’t know. I don’t remember. I can’t… Each question fills him with nausea. Each time he speaks, he feels he’ll retch instead. 

   His phone. Something… I need to give her my phone… For someone else…for someone…him. 

   He’s alone in the cold room now. His heart struggles loudly, flooding his ears with frantic beats, thinning his breaths. Static pulses in and out. I don’t want this. I can’t. I knew, but I still… There’s a noise, and then a blurry figure. Honey brown waves fading into the fluorescent light, intensifying the way his head aches. 

   He. You’re here to… The table is cool against his skin, and he’s lost strength or desire to fight the growing static and pulsing nausea. Auburn eyes are watching him, and Ren exhales shakily. 

   Ren is terrified. 

   There’s a painful ache in his chest. But, he doesn’t want to move. Why don’t I… Something important… There’s a voice, warbling behind thick and obscuring curtains. 

   Footsteps. Ren tenses, waiting for… Waiting for…? There’s hands on him, and Ren flinches. But the pain doesn’t come. The touch is gentle. A clank of metal and his wrists can breathe. Something cold being offered, but it takes a long while to recognize and relax.

   He accepts the aid of gloves to tip a bottle to his lips. He coughs out cool liquid on the first attempt. By the second, he’s drinking water. And he’s being told to slow down. Idly, he thinks of nature documentaries, of the savannah, dry and deserted. Then the rain comes, filling cracks and painting the world in hues of green. 

   That’s when the world around him begins to slowly return to him. 

* * *

   Ren’s home. He’s alive. His friends are alive. But, he still feels a bit detached. Releasing a shaky breath, Ren focuses on the physical space around him now, focusses on people who aren’t himself. 

   Yusuke is sprawled out on the attic floor with a sketch pad and a half finished illustration as his pillow. Ren thinks he sees some of the drawing medium on Yusuke's cheek. He silently hopes Yusuke didn't smudge his creation when dozing off. Knowing him, Yusuke would probably find a way to make that work to his advantage… 

   Ren draws in a steadier breath, exhaling anxieties and cold memories. He replaces it with Morgana’s purring and soft snores, of Yusuke’s peaceful breathing. 

   His gaze continues around the room, and Ren has to doubletake. It feels like his mind is buffering, 404 not found.   

   It’s Akechi Goro, the detective prince himself. 

   Well, after Shirogane Naoto, of course, who Ren has definitely NOT followed on social media since he was 13 years of age. It is a bit odd, though. Growing up in Inaba, he was around the first detective prince. And now…    

   Akechi…the dramatic glove throwing frenemy who hates Ren, who was supposed to kill Ren. The ever-confusing and contradictory Akechi Goro is asleep on Ren's shitty futon, in his drafty attic room. He's curled up, honey brown hair askew and toppling over his tense expression. His coat and tie are resting over the futon arm, while he's bundled up in Ren's old jacket. The very same jacket Goro grumbled about wearing on their way back to Leblanc. 

   Ha. Ren smirks. Even you can’t deny comfort over appearance, Kechi-kun. A blush brightens his face, as Ren realizes he’s been staring. I’ve just… he’s never seen Goro looking so…real, like a tired 18 year old, instead of the perfect celebrity with a plastic smile.

   Carefully, Ren manages to rise to a wobbly stand, and successfully makes his way over to his shelf, home to trinkets holding warm memories. Underneath, he retrieves three blankets. One is placed on his bed. The second is gently draped over Yusuke. Ren is reminded of his friend’s tall height, as it takes a bit of effort to cover Yusuke from toe to chest. 

   Quietly approaching his futon, Ren moves to drape the third blanket over his sleeping friend-rival-not murderer–whatever. The soft fabric doesn’t even touch Goro before Ren’s world abruptly shifts. It happens so quickly, and Ren is still half-asleep and dizzy. It takes a few breaths too long for Ren to realize he’s being pinned against his futon’s arm. One hand, gripping the collar of his shirt, presses against his chest while the other clasps over his mouth. Another breath passes, and the malicious auburn eyes glaring his way soften to hesitant confusion. 

   Goro blinks, and then with the same speed and fluidity as before, he releases Ren and retreats to the opposite edge of the futon, placing a cushion of space between them. Half-pinching-half-resting his forehead against his hand, Goro releases a slow exhale with eyes shut. 

   Ren blinks, anxious about possible repercussions of moving again. Silently watching Goro’s posture shift, something bubbles in Ren, and he has to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing. 

   Goro must notice, because when he looks back at Ren, his eyebrows furrow further over his tired frown. 

   Sighing, Goro murmurs, “What time is it…” Reaching into his folded jacket, he pulls out his phone and briefly squints at the bright screen. A yawn escapes his frown, shifting into a soft squeak as he stretches his arms out. 

   Cute. Ren smiles.

   Goro lifts an eyebrow in silent question, and Ren shakes his head. Peeking over at Yusuke’s sprawled body, Ren wonders how deep of a sleeper he is. 

   A familiar sound chimes quietly, pulling his attention to his bag hanging on his wobbly desk chair. Without leaving the futon, Ren stretches out, retrieving his phone with some difficulty. 

***

— New Messages –  

(+10x) PT group chat

(2x) Ann, ♕of🍰 

(4x) Futabs (  •̀ω  •́  )

(1x) Det. sweater-vest  /ᐠ - ˕ -マ

***

   So. Many. Messages–WAIT. Akechi sent one? Ren opens the chat.   

***

—--------------- Chat: Det. sweater-vest  /ᐠ - ˕ -マ —------------ 

Tues, 7:08pm ------------------------

AG:  

     Good evening.

     I have some free time in Kichijoji…

     If you’re in the area

AR: 

     For you? I can be  ( • ᴗ - ) ✧

AG:

     See you soon.

Thrs, 9:01pm ------------------------

AR: 

     You’re concerningly good at gambling ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و 

     But get some rest tonight, okay? ♡

     And eat something with nutrients! 

AG:

     I will do as I please. (¬_¬)

AR:

     DID YOU JUST SEND ME AN EMOJI?! 

      !!!◝(⁰▿⁰)◜

AG:

     But thank you. 

     I appreciate your concern.

AR: 

     Don’t ignore me freaking out!

AG:

     Isn’t that your default setting?

AR: 

     WOW.

     Rude. 

     Go to bed, det prince! (¬`‸´¬)

Sat, 10:03pm ---------------------

AG: 

     I would like to discuss something with you.

     Meet me outside Mementos. 

AR: 

     So demanding ૮₍ •⤙•’˶

     But sure, meet you there. 

Sun, 1:15am ------------------------

AR: 

     For the record, I don’t hate you, too. 

AG: 

     Resolve cracking already, hm?

AR:

     No, I meant it. 

     I keep my promises.

-----------------New Messages-------------

Today, 1:52am ------------------------

AG:

     Make me some coffee.

***

   It takes a moment to find the new text, due to him rereading their conversation the other night for totally logical reasons. When Ren does find the demand for coffee text, a snort escapes his smile. Immediately he freezes, pressing his hand over his own mouth as he peers over at Yusuke. Still asleep. Ren deflates.

   Looking back over to Goro, Ren is met with a smirk. Biting back another laugh, Ren quietly stands, not wobbly at all, dramatically offering a hand to his detective frenemy. Ignoring the offer, Goro quietly breezes past him towards the stairs. Rolling his eyes, Ren grabs a light hoodie, slipping it on before making his way down to the cafe. 

CH 5,

Spill the Tea Coffee, and while you're at it, your sanity —------------------------------------------------------

   After excusing himself for a quick bathroom trip, Ren’s first stop in the kitchen is for a water bottle, and he proceeds to drink it all in one go. 

   “Beautiful, glorious water,” Ren sighs and hangs his head, hands pressed on the bar to keep himself upright. He then dramatically laments, “Oh, how I’ve missed you my sweet, perfect combination of hydrogen and oxygen in liquid sta–” 

   “Should I leave you two alone?” Goro mutters, chin resting in his palm, while he scrolls through his phone with the other. It’s a familiar sight. Goro in his usual spot across the bar, casual teasing, chin in his hand. 

   It isn’t all familiar, though. One of Ren’s old jackets wraps his friend, his honey brown hair askew and frizzed. He seems less stiff. It’s nice. Cute, even.

   “Could you?” Ren teases, and wills himself to focus on the task at hand. He finds the canister he was keeping Goro’s special brew safe in. Well, it was still a work in progress, but Ren felt he was getting close. He takes the time to grab a few more items he’ll need, barely having to look before reaching anything. He’s spent so much time behind this counter, that it feels more familiar than his bedroom back in Inaba. 

   Humming apathetically in reply, Goro’s auburn eyes remain trained on his phone screen. He checks every news outlet he can think of, for anything that would be reported back to Shido as suspicious. 

   Two missed calls. Goro knows he needs to call back, to continue reciting his practiced script. For all he knows, that bald bastard could have already sent people to get rid of him. 

   Would Goro’s apartment even be safe to gather his things? Where else would he go? Hotel? A different apartment? Can’t use my bank card. Application process for apartments could take forever, if there’s even any available units… And again, using my name.

   Goro’s thoughts tangle and trip over one another, spiraling downwards at a dizzying speed. I’m such a f–

   The echo of a mug sliding against the bar stirs him from his thoughts. Taking the offer with a plastic smile, he wraps both hands around the empty mug, actively trying to focus on Ren’s practiced movements as he prepares whatever blend it is. 

   He feels that fearful and weak part of him digging its claws in. 

   Goro tries to slip his plastic mask back into place. Stop. Relax. I’m in control. 

   Breathe in. Hold.. Exhale. But his breaths are coming out too shaky, and his thoughts are too dizzying to find a spot to focus, to start, or to stop. The white noise around him stretches and pulses louder and louder, until everything around him is burning static. 

   Abruptly something warm touches his hand. He tenses. Then the warmth squeezes, and Goro is terrified. 

   The bar stool screeches against the floor, as Goro stumbles from his seat. The movement is jarring enough to pull him from the static, but he’s not so sure that’s a positive.

   Ren is watching him, expression soft, but concerned.  

   Why does he look so genuinely worried? Then the aroma hits him, and he recognizes the blend Ren is brewing, the blend Ren has been changing little by little over these past months. The blend Ren challenged he would eventually create so perfect that Goro would never be able to stand anything but. 

   Why? 

   Goro is terrified. Why won’t his mask slip back into place? Stop it. Get a hold of yourself, get over it, stop. You worthless–

   “Hey,” Ren’s voice offers another tether, closer than before. His hands gently press into Goro’s forearm and shoulder as he guides him to a booth. “Let’s sit over here.” Ren suggests, voice so soft as if hitting the wrong octave would shatter him. 

   “Stop,” Goro mutters just above a whisper. “You don’t have to. I’m fine. Don’t, I’m not. I’m not…”

   “I want to,” Ren replies easily as he sits on his friend’s right. “But, also, I probably shouldn’t put off replying much longer.” He waves his phone, unlocking the screen. Goro hums non committedly, glancing over to where he left his on the bar top. 

   “Ya know,” Ren starts again, “For your safety, of course.”

   A curt breath of laughter escapes Goro, “Is that so?”

   “Who knows what they’ll do to you if they think I’m gone? Can’t let you get caught in the middle of an all-out-attack. Not before your coffee at least.”

   Goro hums, leaning his head against the booth’s wall, “How generous of you.”

   “I know, right?” Ren says as he tilts his head to bump Goro’s shoulder. “I’m just the best.” Goro hums again, more empty and distracted this time. Ren opens a music app on his phone, scrolls, and taps play on one of his cozy-relax playlists. 

   “I thought you decided against keeping your public waiting?”

   “Shh. Shut up and close your eyes,” Ren orders lazily. 

   “Pardon?” Goro lifts an eyebrow.

   “Just, listen to the music,” Ren elucidates, “And breathe.” Orchestral instruments glide before soft synth beats, accompanied by a piano’s shifting melody that resembles rain. “I’ve wanted to show you this album for a while now, but never got a chance.”

   Goro opens his mouth to argue, but the music is nice. “...Fine.”

   “Good boy."

   A frown stretches over Goro’s expression, resembling if he took a bite of something too bitter. 

   “I’ll just,” Ren chuckles, moving to return to his earlier task of brewing warm drinks. A comfortable silence falls between the two. The leader of the Phantom Thieves follows familiar movements with ingredients, while the Black Mask sits in a nearby booth, resting his eyes and clinging to the soft music settling over the cafe. 

   "...Ren?" 

   He nearly drops the container of hot water he's pouring. Ren has never heard Goro's voice that gentle before. And he could count on one hand the amount of times he's heard his first name even leave Goro's mouth. 

   "Uh, um," Ren replies nervously, "What's up?"

   Goro hesitates. By the time he replies, Ren is pouring the completed coffee in two mugs. Goro makes his way to sit at the bar again. 

   "Welcome back," Ren says with a smile, offering a mug of coffee. 

  After taking a long drink, just as full and comforting as he remembers, Goro sighs. "Why are you being nice to me?" 

   "Why wouldn't I?" Ren shoots back immediately. His frenemy stares back with an unamused frown. "Okay," Ren continues, resting his forearms on the bar. "Remember, I told you before, I don't hate you." 

   Goro tenses. "That’s not possible."

   “You know me well enough by now to know it’s the truth.” Ren watches steam waft from mugs. 

   Lips forming a thin line, auburn eyes avoid grey. “I don’t understand.”

  Goro is terrified. 

   “It doesn’t make sense. You have plenty of people, so there’s no reason to tolerate me.” 

   "I… It’s not supposed to m–," Ren stumbles over his words. "I, um, genuinely enjoy spending time with you.” Looking to his coffee drinking partner, Ren catches him recoiling, as if pained by the words. Drawing in a nervous breath, and exhaling, Ren tries again. “You’re um… Well, I guess, sort of contradictory, but in the best ways?” Voice leaning to higher octaves at the end of each sentence, Ren rambles nervously, staring at his hands. “It’s fun and interesting being around you. I’ve never had someone, um, challenge or push me before, if that makes sense? But, at the same time, it’s comfortable and relaxing just to exist in your presence.”   

   Goro snorts, his voice growing bitter, “Comfortable and relaxing?”

   “Yeah,” Ren replies without hesitation.

   “You do remember these past few days, yes?” 

   “Yeah.”

   “I said I hate you. I was going to kill you. With my own hands, without the metaverse to hide behind.” His voice slightly trembles.

   “But you didn’t,” falls from Ren’s mouth so naturally. “And, remember, I don’t hate you.”

   “You should.”

   “But I don’t.”

   Goro sighs, and the pair take a quiet moment to drink their coffee. 

   “I don’t serve a purpose for you,” Goro mutters, “You don’t need me, so–”

   “Why do you have to serve a purpose?” Ren challenges. “I’m not employing you or vice versa. The only ‘purpose’ a friend needs to serve is existing. And you, all you have to do is keep breathing, and my life has more color.” A deep blush blooms over Ren’s face. “Eh, didn’t mean for that to sound so, um, sappy.” 

   Goro is terrified. 

   He’s not supposed to have this. I don’t deserve this. He’s supposed to complete the plan he’s been working towards, to destroy the monster who pushed his mother to end her life. Then… Then nothing. I can disappear. 

   He can’t matter. He absolutely cannot care. It will implode. Like everything else in his life, he’ll ruin it with his poisonous touch. I have to stay alone. I can’t. I’m not…  

   Several moments pass, with no words exchanged. 

   “Um, Kechi-kun?” 

   Silence. Goro doesn’t even acknowledge him, a grim expression taking over his face. 

   “Goro~?” Ren half sings, poking said person in the forehead. Said person jolts at the touch, and looks at him with an expression Ren doesn’t recognize. Before he can decipher it, the expression evens out, replaced with a small plastic smile. 

   “I shouldn’t keep monopolizing your time. Thank you for the coffee, Amamiya-kun,” Goro moves to stand, to escape. Escape, his mind blares.

   His chest hurts at the sound of his last name in that cold tone. 

   Akechi only manages to take one step before warmth snatches his wrist. “Let go of me,” he warns in a low tone.

   “How fast will you run out of here if I do?” Ren tries to make light. 

   Akechi huffs, echoing, “Let. Go.”

   “No.”

   “What?”

   “No,” Ren’s tone is strong, “I’m not letting you run away like this. Is it even safe out there for you? Since you didn’t–”

   “It’s none of your concern,” Akechi says through a harsh whisper, yanking his arm free. 

  

  Ren scrambles around the bar. He’s not letting him go. Not like… Not like what?

[blackmaskjoker]

Fic update!

I got my laptop to work momentailiy so we got an update!

[chatlote]

ive been rewatching voltron....

[koipalm]

It's been difficult meeting Akechi’s eye lately. It's been more so meeting his own in the mirror every morning.

fanart for L'appel du vide by Xov

[vick-shimmer]

Fanart based on shuake fanfic 🎱🍻❤️‍🔥

"Tension" by @thepinkbitchfics

[afterthelambs]

i adore Maruki as a character because he's simultaneously the most relatable depressing character that will make you cry with empathy, and the goofiest wettest cat loser in the game like what do you mean youre a licensed therapist and your first response to trauma is to brainwash a girl, project ur relationship issues onto a 17 yr old boy, and then rule the world in a golden leotard? bro went from 0 to 100 so fast??? anyway he's like 30% of the reason why p5r works as well as it does

[mafuwara]

Art for my fic Put away your mask!

[poisned]

I've been reading Faith for the Second Run by @senblades/senblades on AO3 and absolutely loving it. I had to sketch a few of the scenes I found funny.

[ami-nelle]

“My name,” She finally meets his eyes, “Is Sumire Yoshizawa, and don’t you forget it.”

Quote is from "Faith for the second run" by @senblades, a lovely fic!

Quick little piece for me to try out digital art bc i've been neglecting it recently...

[maurbr]

we must repay blood with blood.

— inspired by knight of pentacles, king of spades

[vanivenivici]

I totally forgot to cross-post my ShuAkeWeek fic. Don't mind me. But check out all the fun I had writing fake socmed comments.

Everybody Talks Too Much shuake | 3.2k | fake dating

'oml find you someone who looks at you the way this guy looks at Akechi-san #fond'

A simple candid photo of Goro and Akira in a cafe sparks a storm of rumors on the actual nature of their relationship. The two caught in the middle seem to have very different ideas on how to handle it.

[lacystar]

The Maruki Labs Psychological Assessment - a Persona 5 fanfic formatted into a Uquiz. Answer honestly so we can tailor make a reality that best suits you!

Just like a real intake forum!*

Based on the psychological test puzzle in Maruki's palace!

21 questions to assess your mental wellbeing!

One fabulous free-write question to share your biggest dreams with Dr. Maruki!**

10 possible "endings!" (1 for each Phantom Thief!)

*Not at all like a real intake forum

**im not dr Maruki please dont actually look to me for therapeutic advice. actually, dont look to maruki for therapeutic advice either 😭

Inspired by the Jubilee Line Satisfaction Survey by @/peninkwrites

[blackmaskjoker]

New fic drop!

Written by both me and my partner, who doesn't have an account yet.

Akira has been acting strange, Akechi goes to investigate and notices the metaverse app back on his phone.

Akira's past seems to be showing up again, and he wants to handle it.

They are both determined to keep the other safe.

[chatlote]

A doodle inspired by Faith for the second run by @senblades. I never expected this trio to work so well and to be this fun to read <3 Two weird girls is what it takes to fix Akechi.