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Aclarations, most of my fics are gender-neutral until said otherwise. I try to be as plain with the reader physical appearance as possible, so it can include everybody. If you have a correction to make to a fic because the reader is either too white, too fem or anything in that regard, please do because my goal it to make everyone feel included. Also, the reader will always have some sort of personality or backstory, cause otherwise it's boring.
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Puppy love (Gemerl x reader)
Would you fall in love with me again? (Shadow x reader)
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Do you love me? (Shadow x reader)
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Let's be people (Shadow x reader)
Give me your hand and I will make you a monarch (Neo Metal Sonic x reader)
She betrayed me (Shadow x reader, Sonic x reader, Knuckles x reader)
The hedgehog's dilemma (Shadow x reader)
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Just follow me! (Haru Okumura x reader)
Pastries for you (Akiren x reader)
Bento (Shujin trio & reader)
Wait, you have one too?! (Phantom thieves & reader)
ill be watching you (Ryuji Sakamoto x reader)
Distance relationship (Akiren x reader)
Sneaky (Akiren x reader)
Kisses ruin everything (Makoto Nijima x reader)
Flaca(o) (Akiren x reader)
Biting (Akiren x reader)
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Biting
Ren Amamiya x reader
Genre:fluff Warning: biting, possesiveness A/n: hiyaa! wanted to respond to the ask with a fluff, but i had no ideas for fluff fics. but here i have! hope you like it and all that, enjoy your ren meal
Your head lay on his lap, the night was setting in, but you didn't want to go home yet; he barely even got here! He was such a busy man, metaverse, confidants, personas, and all that; in all honesty, you didn't have any idea of what he was talking about, but you did find it funny whenever he and his cat would start to talk.
It didn't take you long to figure out he was a phantom thief; with a little bit of stalking and jealousy, you were capable of anything. But your heart sighed when you found out he was a weird type of vigilante and not a cheater. An incoherent thought you couldn't help, you were just that infatuated with him.
You looked at him as he worked on bombs for his "trips", his hands working elegantly as he put the pieces together for the tenth time that night. You had a rare sight of his eyes without his glasses blocking them, and long eyelashes that made you envy his beauty. Some stubble was peeking out of his skin, you almost caress them from below, your hand was starting to feel itchy and in need of at least playing with something.
You started with your nails, passing them gently on your skin, feeling the tingling of your fingertips, and scratching yourself. Though that wasn't enough after a while. Your eyes were going back and back again upwards to his face; it was one of the few times he had to relax, yet as always, he kept diligently working nonstop. Another thing to envy him.
The tug of his clothes made him look down at you, giving you a gentle smile without any hesitation. Ren quickly wiped some of the dust it had gathered in his hand on a cloth just to quickly place it on your cheek.
"Bored?" He questioned, a teasing undertone escaped from his usual monotone voice. You didn't mind, you never mind anything about him.
"I'll be done soon. I promise." His fingers petted you, making a hum in a mixture of positive and doubt. In more of an urge of playfulness, he taps different parts of your face, annoying you, so you try to bite his finger with no success. Although it could be considered one with his soft laugh. "You want to bite me? Are you mad at me?"
"Yes, you're very annoying, you deserve it." You cheekily said as you continued to try to bite him. Now, Ren was moving his hand to avoid your teeth, which consequently made you move your head away from his lap, too.
After a moment of chasing, you grab his hand and put your mouth around his slender fingers. He let you nip at him for a while, the project long forgotten, and solely focus on you. Slowly, his fair skin started becoming red with your bite marks, faint marks that will decorate him for a couple of days. Every time he does something, he will remember you for a bit.
It was probably possession; he was aware of your insecurities and reassured you every time it was necessary. It'd be a lie to say he didn't like it a bit. Most confidants, were that, confidants, bonded by a common goal and trusted in because of those circumstances. You, on the other hand, chased him and only asked for his attention.
He continued to laugh as your mouth traveled to his hand and arm, capturing more of his skin as if we were a strategic table game.
"The others are gonna laugh, you know." He commented that it wasn't rare for him to be a victim of your attacks. He was well aware what the next day was going to be; he was already preparing for Morgana to comment on him after he came back from his nightly walk.
"Good." You simply stated between sinking your teeth into him. He tasted quite salty and smelled like a neutral soap; the bathhouse he had to use was going through some trouble if all they could afford was neutral soap.
Your attention went back to his knuckles; the consistency was perfect for your nibbles, hard yet soft. You used him as your personal chew toy whenever you could. He never said a bad word about it; it'd only encouraged you to treat him like that.
But eventually, you looked up at him as he laughed harder than he was before, making you frown a little. The silent stare was a question, one he tried to respond to by kissing your own knuckles.
"What?"
"Nothing. It's just…" He was struggling to keep his chuckles at bay. "I can't believe I'm dating a dog." He was pressing on your hands hard enough to make his glasses go up his head. He looked too handsome, you were mesmerized by only the image that your teeth went softer on him, barely even being considered a bite.
"Shut up… I'm not a dog…" You blushed in embarrassment, wanting to look away but not being able to. He was your man; you had to stare at him.
His grey eyes looked up at yours, love emanating from them. He adored you, he truly did, though he was still a cat type of guy. He slowly leaned his face towards yours as you slowly let go of him. The air was static, and each movement felt electric between the two of you. And as his lips were about to touch yours, he sank his teeth with full force.
"Ouch! Asshole!"
Flaca(o)
Ren Amamiya x reader
Warnings: arguing, maybe a bit of toxicity Genre: Angst A/n: challenge, actually finish one of my thousand wips. i have so much ren angst but i suck at continuing writing them. aguante hacer music fics con canciones en español, inspirado en flaca de calamaro
Your relation had evolved into something you two didn't know how to handle. Things were weird to say the least, maybe it was your fault for being so emotional or asking for more than you deserved, or maybe it was his for being so closed off and mysterious while also asking you to give him all your problems so he could make you happy, the only way he knew how. But his double life was the thing that complicated everything; the only fact you had was that he did something behind your back and wouldn't tell you anything about it. You tried asking about it several times, yet there was never a concrete response, always so dismissive.
You had a strong character, you knew that and usually were never ashamed of it, though in times like these you sometimes wished you were more gentle like the rest of the people. Having him be silent when you were pleading for him to tell you the truth, to answer if there was someone else or if he just didn't like you anymore, yet only being met with his avoidant gaze broke your heart into pieces. The nights you doubted yourself, questioning if it was better to just let him go, just for the next day to be met with an apology gift you didn't know how it was even closed for the budget of someone your age.
Everything was so taxing, yet the warmth of his arms around you, or his cheeky little comments he'd sometimes make, even his awful v neck shirt made the exhaustion worth it. You were smitten. Even his cat liked you! He'd sit on your lap the times you'd go to the café he lived in and would purr rather loud as you petted him. His friends also had an appreciation for your presence whenever you were around. Ryuji and Futaba would tease you or ask you inappropriate questions, which would usually be turned down by Makoto, the other two girls gushed how cute you were together and Yusuke would just be himself, proclaiming the inspiration you two brought. So in theory, things should be ok, they are ok, but then they are not.
Whenever you reminisced the beginning of your romantic relationship and how sweet things were. The most heated discussions would be about where to eat or telling Ren not to bring Morgana with him because you didn't want to be kicked out of the place if someone found out, which he never did. Him sneaking you in and out before Sojiro found out, bugging him whenever he had work shift at Leblanc or the supermarket, and him always giving you freebies. If you didn't, you'd be back home waiting him with a meal or finishing his homework since he never had time to, only asking for a kiss on the lips when you gave it to him. Your past self would've never believed it.
But nowadays, the arguments didn't even have a line of cohesion; the only thing they all had in common was the fact that Ren would disappear almost every day and not explain anything about it. You'd never follow the same line of thought; the bubbling emotions of the moment guided most of your words. It could range from "Ren, it's fine, just don't lie to me." as you walked away with your bag with clothes that were supposed to be to sleep there, to "Please, at least lie to me! Tell me anything! Give me something to work with!", even pointing at him and saying, "If you are going to lie to me, at least do it good." or maybe even a tired "Don't you dare say sorry again, I'm tired of hearing that." "Can you please say something?" and "I don't want to hear anything from you, don't say anything."
Most of the time, Ren would just give you a look of fear, tears accumulating in his eyes tough never falling, as you'd walk away. The pain of backstabbing your heart without meaning to, not knowing how to explain the other world he has gotten so used to this last year. He despised the fact that the words wouldn't just come out as easily as yours did; he was so used to hiding for the better good, but he didn't want that to hurt the bond he had created with you. A part of him told him it was better not to tell you anything; he didn't know how it’d affect you, it was dangerous, and too unknown. He was thrust into without his consent, he didn't really know if he was given the choice that he'd accept it, but he had the opportunity and responsibility.
A lot of things didn't make sense or could be simpler, but emotions didn't let you. Irrationality was your biggest enemy.
The times you were too hurt to talk, breaks from the other and their mumbled minds, you'd wait for a small sign to return to their embrace. If some guy flirted with you, you'd push him away and tell him you were taken, despite the uneasiness that that may not be true anymore. Ren would always leave a small space every day in case you'd text him if he had time to talk and meet up, not caring about Morgana´s complaints or shortening mementos missions.
After that, the hugs would get tighter and longer, the hand holding would be more prevalent and affection in general.
"I don't know if you still care about me anymore." It was a simple phrase that held a lot of weight. Unintentionally, you were giving him an ultimatum; the long phases of awkwardness got you both tired as it was time to do something about it. It surprised you when you felt his hand grab your arms, shaking as he made you look him in the eye. He was desperately trying to say something, a part of him wanting to tell you how much he loved you, how he didn't want to let you go yet, he wanted to say goodbye to you the day he had to leave Tokyo, not before that.
His eyes were watering, only the blinking was holding them from falling down his cheeks. His mouth opened and closed repeatedly, no words coming from it; he was struggling so badly to find the correct words. Times like this showed what he hated the most, the self-defense he had built his entire life, making him so useless, betraying him at the moment he needed it the most. Quietness and holding back were the things that helped him the most in complicated situations; ironically enough, it was the thing you hated the most.
Maybe it was a whisper of the heart, the fire in his soul, that gave him another path for this situation, words were not going to save him, so his body was going to give it a chance. With a swift move that made you gasp, he embraced you, hoping that you'd feel all his emotions that way: the fear of losing you, the love he had in his heart, the weight of his lies that stabbed you.
Fuck, why was it so hard to let go? You were such a loyal dog that only barked with no bite; and he that would rather push you away that to get hurt, but would always come back after nights of walking in the streets.
"One of these days, you're gonna tell me what is going on, right?" you murmured against his skin, feeling the soft fabric of his clothes caressing your cheek. The vibrato of his hummed echoed against you, his fingers softly petting your body, so delicately as if you'd break like porcelain if he was any harsher.
"When things calm down. I promise."
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Sure! Though I may take my time with them. I'm always down for requests
Silent Company
Reader x Akira Kurusu | MDNI
cw: academic stress, mention of burnout, mention of poor sleep, anxiety, feeling overwhelmed, physical stress symptoms (numb hands, shaky body), comfort and support, quiet intimacy, subtle physical contact, soft banter, light teasing, vulnerable emotional moment, lingering unresolved attraction
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The library was too quiet. Too still. You’d been staring at the same page for ten minutes, words blurring until they didn’t mean anything anymore. Your pencil felt heavy, fingers numb. You kept shifting in your chair, trying to push down the weight pressing on your chest, but it just wouldn’t leave.
Everything had stacked up—school, home, expectations. You hadn’t slept properly in days. Your body had started to betray you, hands trembling, legs buzzing with pins and needles. You knew you should take a break, but the thought of falling behind made your stomach twist.
“…You okay?”
The voice was soft. Almost hesitant. You startled, eyes flicking up. He stood at the edge of your table, glasses catching the library’s pale light. His expression was unreadable as always, but his gaze lingered sharp enough to tell you he had been watching you for longer than this single question.
“I’m fine,” you said quickly. It came out flat, unconvincing.
He didn’t move right away, didn’t challenge you. Just tilted his head slightly, studying you in that unnerving way he had, like he could peel you open with silence alone. Then, without a word, he set his own textbook down across from you and sat.
You blinked. “…What are you doing?”
“Studying,” he said simply.
It should’ve annoyed you, someone invading your carefully built solitude but somehow it didn’t. He wasn’t loud, wasn’t disruptive. He just opened his book, scribbled a few notes, the quiet scratch of his pen steadying the air between you. His presence filled the emptiness in a way that wasn’t suffocating.
Minutes passed before he spoke again, barely above a whisper. “Your hands are shaking.”
You stared at your fingers. They were, in fact, trembling against the paper. You hadn’t noticed. “…I guess I’m just tired.”
“You’ve been staring at the same page since I walked in,” he said, still not looking up. “That was fifteen minutes ago.”
Heat crawled into your cheeks. “You were watching me that long?”
He shrugged, a tiny curve of his mouth betraying a smile. “You looked like you might pass out.”
You huffed, more out of embarrassment than anything. “And what would you have done if I did?”
“Caught you,” he said simply, like it was obvious.
The weight on your chest loosened a little. You tried to refocus on your notes, but your vision blurred again. He noticed, of course he did. He pulled a small can of tea from his bag and slid it across the table. “Here.”
You frowned at it. “…That’s yours.”
“I’ve got another.” He tapped the side pocket of his bag. “Drink. Or at least hold it. It’ll help warm your hands.”
You hesitated, then curled your fingers around the can. The warmth seeped into your skin, grounding you more than you expected.
“…Thanks,” you muttered.
He nodded once, eyes dropping back to his book. The silence stretched again, but this time it was easier to breathe. You found yourself copying his rhythm, scribbling half-hearted notes, not because you were suddenly better but because the weight didn’t feel so crushing with him across the table.
After a while, you whispered, “Why are you being nice to me? We’re not even friends.”
He glanced up, meeting your eyes directly for the first time. His gaze was steady, gentle, but firm. “You looked like you needed someone.”
Your throat tightened. You couldn’t find an answer, so you didn’t give one. But for the first time all week, your chest felt a little lighter. And somehow, studying with him there didn’t seem so impossible.
The warmth from the can lingered in your hands as you tried to focus, but your pencil kept slipping, letters smearing into nothing. You sighed, pressing your forehead to your palm.
“You don’t sleep much, do you?” Akira’s voice was calm, not accusing—just knowing.
You groaned into your sleeve. “Do I look that bad?”
“…You look tired.” He leaned back in his chair, eyes still fixed on you. “And stressed.”
You laughed weakly. “That’s an understatement.”
He tilted his head. “Everything?”
Your lips pressed together. It wasn’t a question you were used to answering. You’d gotten good at brushing people off. But with him just sitting there, steady, quiet, the words slipped out before you could stop them.
“It’s like… even if nothing happens, I feel like I’m breaking. I get stressed in two seconds over—” you waved vaguely at your notes “—literally nothing. And then it gets worse when it’s actually about something. School, home, exams. I can’t breathe sometimes.”
Akira didn’t interrupt, didn’t shift uncomfortably. He just listened, eyes locked on yours in a way that made you feel both exposed and strangely safe.
“…So you don’t sleep,” he murmured.
“Barely,” you admitted. “My body feels like it’s shutting down. Numb hands, buzzing legs. It’s… stupid.”
“It’s not stupid.” His tone was quiet but firm. “It just means you’ve been carrying too much alone.”
You swallowed hard, looking down at the coffee can. “Why do you even care?”
There was a pause, but not a long one. “Because you remind me of how I felt when I first got here,” he said softly. “Everyone looking at you like you’re fine, but inside you’re just… exhausted.”
You glanced up at him, startled by the honesty. His gaze didn’t waver.
For the first time in days, you let out a real breath, slow and shaky. “You’re annoyingly observant, you know that?”
He smiled faintly, the corner of his mouth twitching like he wasn’t used to letting it show. “I get that a lot.”
You huffed, setting your pencil down. The silence stretched, but it wasn’t heavy anymore. Not suffocating. Just still.
“You should at least let someone walk you home tonight,” he added after a moment, his tone careful. “Your body’s telling you to rest, even if your head won’t listen.”
Your chest squeezed, but not with panic this time, with something quieter. Softer. You gave him the smallest nod. “If you’re offering.”
“I am.”
His answer came so quickly, so simply, it startled you into a small laugh. For the first time in a long time, the tension in your shoulders eased just a little.
The walk home was quieter than the library, the late spring air heavy but not uncomfortable. The streets hummed with faint traffic, and your bag strap dug into your shoulder with every step. Normally you hated walking in silence with someone you didn’t know well, but with Akira, it didn’t feel suffocating.
He walked at your pace, hands in his pockets, posture relaxed. Every so often you felt his eyes flick toward you, sharp and assessing, but he didn’t say anything until you let out a small sigh.
“…Sorry,” you muttered. “I must be terrible company.”
He shook his head slightly. “You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to.”
The simple response eased something in your chest. No pressure. Just presence.
By the time you reached your street, the tension had started to melt—not gone, but dulled, like maybe it wasn’t swallowing you whole anymore. You slowed in front of your house, and Akira stopped with you.
“Thanks,” you said softly. It felt too small a word for how much lighter you felt, but it was all you had.
He studied you for a moment, eyes steady behind his glasses. Then, without warning, he shifted his bag off one shoulder and stepped closer. His arms moved as though to hug you, but he paused, giving you a chance to pull away.
You didn’t.
So he folded you into his chest, carefully, warmth radiating through his uniform blazer, his chin brushing the top of your head. It wasn’t too tight, wasn’t awkward. Just steady. You let yourself breathe against him, the world quieting down for the first time all week.
When he finally pulled back, he slid a small folded note into your hand. “You know where to find me if you need something.”
You blinked, unfolding it to see a neatly written phone number.
“…Akira—”
He adjusted his glasses, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Don’t overthink it. Just… don’t keep everything bottled up alone.”
Your throat tightened, but in a softer way this time. You nodded, slipping the paper carefully into your pocket like it was fragile.
And for the first night in a long while, as you watched him walk away down the street, you felt like maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t have to hold the world up all by yourself anymore.
The next morning was a disaster. Your alarm had betrayed you, or maybe you’d just slept through it, either way, you bolted out of bed far too late. You didn’t have time for breakfast, didn’t even bother taming your hair. You just threw on your uniform and ran, bag half-zipped, heart pounding.
By the time you reached the classroom, the bell had long rung. Everyone’s eyes turned as you slid the door open, breathless, hair falling in loose waves around your face.
“…Sorry,” you muttered, bowing your head before scanning for an empty seat.
And then you caught him.
Akira turned slightly in his chair near the back, glasses catching the morning light. A faint smile tugged at his lips, subtle enough that no one else would notice. His hand lifted casually from where it rested on the desk, giving you the smallest, almost lazy wave, low, out of the teacher’s line of sight, just for you.
Then, without a word, he shifted his bag from the seat beside him to the floor, pulling the chair out just slightly with his foot. It was an invitation.
Your chest tightened. It was nothing dramatic, not the kind of gesture anyone else would look twice at. But the quiet way he made space, the way he looked at you like he’d been expecting you, like you weren’t a burden for being late, it hit harder than any grand kindness could have.
Trying not to draw attention, you made your way down the row and slid into the seat beside him. He didn’t say anything right away, just angled his notebook slightly so you could copy if you needed to, the corner of his mouth twitching with that restrained smile.
“Rough morning?” he murmured under his breath.
You let out a half-laugh, half-groan. “That obvious?”
“Mm,” he hummed, quiet amusement in his tone. “Your hair gave it away.”
You shot him a look, ready to retort, but his eyes softened just a little, subtle warmth behind the lenses. Enough to make you feel like maybe, despite the chaos, you weren’t starting the day alone.
Classes blurred past you in a haze. You copied notes, half-listened to lectures, but your head kept buzzing. The exhaustion never really left, it just settled into your bones, heavy and constant. By the time the final bell rang, you felt like you could collapse.
You didn’t expect Akira to wait for you by the door. But he was there, bag slung over one shoulder, calm as ever. When your eyes met, he simply tilted his head toward the hallway, as if to say come on.
You didn’t argue.
The two of you walked together in quiet, the crowd of students thinning as you made your way into the library. He led you past the rows of tables to a small couch tucked in the corner, away from the main flow of people. It was quieter there, softer somehow.
You dropped onto the cushion with a sigh, tugging your bag into your lap. “I don’t even know what’s wrong with me,” you muttered, voice low. “I’m seventeen. I shouldn’t feel like I’m already burning out, but…” You trailed off, fingers twisting in the strap of your bag.
Akira sat beside you, posture relaxed, hands resting loosely on his knees. He didn’t interrupt, didn’t offer hollow reassurance. He just watched you, steady and quiet, like he was giving you the space to let the words out.
Finally, he said, “It’s not about age.”
You blinked, glancing at him.
“Stress doesn’t wait until you’re older. It just… finds openings,” he murmured, gaze shifting toward the library window. His tone was calm, matter-of-fact, but not cold. “You’ve been carrying too much. Doesn’t matter that you’re seventeen. Doesn’t make it any less real.”
Your throat tightened. “But it feels pathetic. Everyone else seems to handle it.”
At that, he turned his head back toward you, eyes meeting yours behind his glasses. The faintest smile tugged at his lips not mocking, just quietly knowing. “Everyone else just hides it better.”
The truth of it sank deep. You looked down at your hands, trying to breathe past the lump in your throat. Akira shifted slightly, and when you glanced back, you saw he’d nudged his bag onto the floor again, making more space between you and the wall. A silent offer. You didn’t think about it long. Slowly, carefully, you let your shoulder tip toward him, brushing against the fabric of his blazer. He didn’t move away.
He just stayed there, steady and quiet, letting you breathe against the calm he carried with him.
At first, you told yourself it was just for a second, just a little brush of your shoulder against his arm, nothing more. But the longer you sat there, the heavier everything felt. The weight of school, of home, of your own chest pressing in on itself.
And little by little, your body gave up fighting it.
Your weight tipped more fully into his side, head dropping until your temple brushed against the fabric of his blazer. You froze for a moment, embarrassed, ready to pull away.
But he didn’t move.
He adjusted only slightly, shifting his posture so you had more space, bracing one arm casually along the back of the couch. The gesture was so natural it almost looked careless, but the way his shoulder stayed steady beneath you told you it wasn’t. He was letting you lean, keeping still so you could.
The tension in your muscles started to ebb. The sound of muffled pages turning somewhere in the library faded into the background. For the first time in weeks, you felt your body loosen, your breaths deepening without you forcing them.
“…Sorry,” you muttered, voice muffled against him.
His reply came quiet, low enough that only you could hear. “Don’t be.”
You blinked, lifting your eyes just enough to catch his profile. His expression was unreadable to anyone else but the faint curve at the corner of his mouth, the softness in his gaze as he kept it trained on the window, said more than words could.
You stayed like that, your weight in his side, his warmth grounding you. No dramatics. No questions. Just quiet, steady presence.
And in that silence, you realized Akira wasn’t the kind of person to pull you out of the storm with big speeches or promises. He was the kind to sit with you in it, to hold still until you found your breath again.
And right now, that was exactly what you needed.
For a while you just breathed, eyes half-shut, the warmth of his blazer grounding you more than anything had in days.
Then, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed him reaching into his bag. The movement was unhurried, almost lazy, as if he were just fishing something out for himself. But when he straightened, he slid his notebook across the low table in front of you until it rested closer to your side.
The page he’d flipped to wasn’t notes, it was a corner covered in little doodles. Sharp lines, tiny sketches of the teacher’s silhouette, a rough coffee cup, the kind of quiet art he filled the margins with when no one was paying attention.
He set a pen down on top of the notebook, tapping it once with his finger before leaning back again, saying nothing.
You blinked at it. “…You’re letting me scribble in your notes?”
His lips tugged into that faint, almost secret smile. “They’re not notes.”
You stared at him for a second, then back at the blank margin space waiting on the next page. Your fingers twitched, restless with the pent-up energy stress had left you with. Before you could overthink it, you picked up the pen and started drawing, nothing serious, just messy lines and little shapes, the kind of absent-minded doodles you usually scolded yourself for wasting time on.
Akira didn’t comment, didn’t hover. He just leaned back against the couch, one leg crossed casually over the other, watching the way your shoulders loosened as you scribbled nonsense across the page.
Every now and then, when your lines faltered, you caught him sliding the notebook closer again, like a quiet reminder: keep going.
And slowly, without realizing it, your chest felt lighter. The buzzing in your hands wasn’t panic anymore, it was focus, distraction, the kind that didn’t demand perfection.
You glanced up at him once, muttering, “You’re… annoyingly good at this.”
He tilted his head, expression calm, that little smile still ghosting his lips. “At what?”
You rolled your eyes, but your hand kept moving across the paper. “At making it feel like I can breathe again.”
For a moment, he didn’t answer. Just shifted his gaze back to the doodles, letting the quiet stretch between you. Then, softly:
“Good.”
And somehow, that single word carried more weight than any long comfort speech ever could.
The notebook ended up balanced on his thigh, angled just enough that you could still reach it while leaning into him. His warmth was steady at your side, his posture relaxed, as if he’d decided that your weight there was simply where it belonged.
You dragged the pen across the page and drew a crooked tic-tac-toe grid. Without looking at him, without saying a word, you set the pen down in the center square and nudged it toward his hand.
For a second, nothing. Then you felt the faintest shift against your shoulder as he glanced down, his hair falling slightly forward. He didn’t ask, didn’t tease. He just picked up the pen and, with the same deliberate care he seemed to do everything, drew a neat little “X” in the corner square.
You exhaled a tiny huff through your nose, not quite a laugh, but close and took the pen back. Your hand scrawled an “O.”
And so it went. Back and forth, quiet, the only sounds the scratch of the pen and the low hum of the library. You played three rounds, both of you trading wins like it didn’t matter. By the fourth, you realized you were smiling.
When you leaned more heavily against him, your head nearly brushing his shoulder, he adjusted the notebook without comment, balancing it so you wouldn’t have to lift your arm at an awkward angle. Another tiny gesture. Another way of saying I see you, I’ve got you without ever speaking the words.
By the time you reached the end of the page, full of grids and doodled lines, the tension in your chest had loosened just enough to let you breathe again.
Akira set the pen down, slid it back toward you, and let his hand linger for a second near yours. Not touching, not pushing. Just there. Quietly present.
Your last “O” turned into a messy little circle, hand slowing as the fatigue pressed down again. You let the pen drop against the page with a sigh.
That’s when you felt Akira shifting beside you, his arm sliding back from the couch. He moved deliberately, not sudden, opening the space between his side and chest. His voice was soft, barely above a murmur. “Come here.”
The invitation wasn’t dramatic, but it cut straight through the haze in your head. You hesitated only a moment before letting yourself tip further into him, resting your hand lightly against his chest. His heartbeat was steady beneath your palm, grounding you.
His arm curved around your shoulders in return, closing the space. It wasn’t tight, wasn’t overbearing. Just there. A barrier against the rest of the world, silent and sure.
The notebook still lay across his lap, pages scrawled with tic-tac-toe grids and doodles. You tilted your head slightly against him, eyes catching on the empty margin space.
A small laugh escaped you, soft and disbelieving. “We could play hangman.”
The corner of his mouth twitched, the tiniest smile, quick and subtle, but it was there. “On my thigh?” he murmured, a trace of dry humor in his tone, as if the absurdity of the situation amused him.
You chuckled, the sound lighter than you expected. “Why not? You’re already letting me crush you.”
He didn’t argue, didn’t tease further. Just handed the pen back to you, his arm still steady around your shoulders. The warmth of him seeped through your uniform, his presence so quiet it almost felt like you were dreaming it.
And in that moment with his notebook on his lap, your hand rising and falling with his calm breaths, laughter slipping out like it was normal, the stress didn’t vanish, but it didn’t own you either. Because sitting there, with Akira’s arm around you, it finally felt like you weren’t carrying it all alone.
You took the pen back from him, trying not to smile too wide as you drew the gallows across the margin of the page. The notebook rose and fell gently with his breathing, and you tried not to think about how natural it felt, your body pressed into his side, your hand resting against his chest like it belonged there.
“Alright,” you said, voice still a little shaky but lighter than before. “One word. Don’t embarrass yourself.”
Akira’s lips curved in that subtle, knowing way. “I won’t.”
You scribbled out the blanks. He immediately leaned in just slightly not close enough to overwhelm, just enough that you could feel the warmth of him brushing your hair as he glanced at the page.
“E,” he guessed.
You snorted, adding it. “Lucky.”
Round by round, the game unfolded. He was irritatingly good at guessing, each correct letter tugging another soft laugh out of you. At one point, when you dramatically drew a stick figure arm after a wrong letter, his quiet chuckle rumbled against your temple where it rested near his chest.
“You’re taking this way too seriously,” he murmured.
“You’re just mad I’m an artist,” you shot back, grinning as you added another crooked leg.
And as you set the pen down and looked up to throw another playful jab, your eyes caught his. The laughter caught in your throat.
For a moment, the world outside the couch ceased to exist. His glasses couldn’t hide the sharpness of his gaze, the way his dark eyes held yours steady, calm but intent. You felt the warmth of his chest beneath your hand, his arm still firm around your shoulders, and the air between you seemed to thrum with something heavy, unspoken.
Neither of you moved. Neither of you looked away.
The tension hung thick in the quiet library corner, not suffocating this time, but alive, sparking, like a storm about to break.
And for the first time, you realized just how close he was letting you be. The silence stretched, your breath shallow against his chest. His gaze didn’t waver, didn’t soften, it held, steady and unreadable, like he was seeing straight through you.
Your fingers twitched where they rested against him, and almost without thinking, his free hand moved, brushing lightly against your forearm. Just a whisper of contact, fingertips tracing the fabric of your sleeve before settling there, steady.
It wasn’t much. Barely anything at all. But the weight of it pressed into you like a live wire, sharp and impossible to ignore.
You swallowed, your pulse stuttering in your ears. “…That doesn’t count as a letter,” you whispered, voice smaller than you intended.
The corner of his mouth tugged upward, not quite a smile, not quite a smirk. “Didn’t say it was.”
Your laugh broke the tension for a second, soft, shaky, but real. But his hand stayed there against your arm, anchoring you, his eyes still holding yours in a silence that said more than words ever could. And though neither of you moved closer, the space between you felt like it had collapsed entirely.
Your laugh faded, but the warmth of it lingered between you. His hand was still against your arm, not moving, not pulling back. Just there.
The silence stretched again, heavy and alive. His gaze stayed locked on yours, and the intensity in it made your chest tighten. For a moment you thought he might finally look away. He didn’t.
Instead, he leaned in just slightly not enough for anyone else to notice, but enough that you could feel the shift in his breath, the space between your faces narrowing by a fraction.
“…You really do look better when you’re smiling,” he murmured, voice low, almost lazy but it carried a weight that made your pulse jump.
You froze, breath catching, the words sinking into you like fire. He didn’t move further, didn’t press, just let the weight of it hang there, eyes steady on yours, daring you to look away first.
The notebook still sat on his lap, half-finished hangman game forgotten. The world outside the couch felt miles away.
And for the first time in weeks, maybe months, the storm in your head went quiet.
✮ ⋆ ˚。𖦹 ⋆。°✩
you made it to the end... still hungry? ⇢ my masterlist’s full of treats.
@meowriring
I have a request for joker (could you use akira for the name please).
Something like his s/o is also in the phantom thieves and when they are in safe rooms she likes to do small braids in his hair, also while chilling out at leblanc maybe :3
Might be a silly request but I thought it was cute, have a great day!
persona 5: playing with his hair (akira kurusu/ren amamiya)
notes: akira kurusu for protag, fluff, fem!reader, reader is a phantom thief, this might be sliiightly inaccurate since i haven't touched p5 in a while and idc to check myself
you were grinding through mementos one day with the rest of the phantom thieves, and things were going pretty well! shadows were being slain, treasure was being looted, and you were overall having a fun time riding around in morgana's van form.
you were grateful, though, for makoto's recent membership of the team. she was better at driving the van than akira was (bless his heart), which meant she took the wheel while akira sat in the passenger's seat, telling her where to go.
you sat behind him in the second row of seats, often leaning your head on the seat in front of you, sometimes babbling to get akira's attention. he'd always reach back to ruffle your hair or playfully offset your mask.
but your attention always drifted to his hair - his soft and undoubtedly fluffy head of black feathery hair. you'd been together for a while, so physical interactions weren't uncommon, but you've never really asked him if you could play with his hair.
you really, really wanted to play with his hair. holy shit, you wanted nothing more than to do that. but now wasn't the right time, being in mementos and all. you'd have to strategise for another time.
thankfully, that time came when after leaving mementos, akira invited you back to leblanc to destress and chill out. he'd make some coffee, you two would chat and cuddle, probably watch some tv.
you accepted, obviously, and taking his hand in yours, led you through the subway system to yongen-jaya and to leblanc. after pouring the two of you a damn good cup of coffee, you two went upstairs to his room in the attic.
after watching a few episodes of that cheesy action show you two like to riff on (and getting the neo featherman r theme song stuck in your head), you two migrated to his bed. akira sat down and extended his arms, inviting you in for a spooning sesh, but you waved your hands in denial.
after a puzzled and slightly pouty look from your boyfriend, you clarified what you meant: "i wanna be big spoon. i kinda... wanna play with your hair? is that cool?"
akira's eyes lit up and he adjusted his glasses that slipped down his face. a slightly goofy grin played across his lips and he shuffled on the bed, allowing you to slot yourself behind him.
"yeah, sure! go right ahead."
you quickly got to work, running your hands through his hair (which was still surprisingly soft and felt like heaven's clouds within your fingertips). you twirled some strands around your digits here and there and massaged his scalp.
akira leaned his head back into your touch, smiling all the while. you could've sworn you heard him purring (maybe that was your imagination, or maybe he was spending too much time with morgana).
you pressed a kiss to the side of his temple and kept playing with his hair long into the night...
a/n: cat-coded joker ftw!!! also i love writing akira being more, like, a dork? i love his canon characterisation in the anime and it's not something i see often. you'll be seeing more silly goofy joker from me if y'all request it lmao
Distant relationship
Ren Amamiya x reader
Genre: fluff Warnings: jobs A/n: it was weird writing this since there were almost no actions made, just talking, and it felt really empty. its probably my most wonky work yet about meh, it was experimental for me
You let out a big groan into the plushy. It was big and soft, though, and by the use of it as a pillow, it had lost the roundness of its original shape. Your eyes were growing droopy the more you lay on your bed. It had been a long day, and the only thing that kept you going was the promise of hearing your boyfriend's voice. But the message hasn't been replied to, not even seen. The "u want to call tonight?" lay there in the chat, abandoned. You thought of deleting it and replacing it with the usual "gn<3" so you could just fall asleep and stop waiting like a love-sick puppy, which you didn't mind usually, but your eyes were beginning to close off if the lack of stimulation continued.
Thank the gods above, because not even a couple of seconds into the thought, your laptop brightens as it makes a soft ding, a new message. The sudden brightness made you wake up a little; the softness of your sheets and pillow was absolutely not helping with that, even less the plushy that Ren had given you during the summer trip. You clung to it tighter as you sat up a bit to comfortably talk to your loved one.
"Ok. Now?" Such a dry texter. You took no time to respond, your tired hands quickly typed an affirmative as you tidied yourself up to not look so disastrous, you knew he was going to ask to change it to a video call, he always did.
Then, the familiar, unique tone you picked for him rang, the one you had paid for in one of the nights that you were too tired and he was energetic, the not-so-countryside had less to tire him out compared to the busy city life in Tokyo. Pressing the answer button, you heard his voice, deep and sweet, the type that you'd listen to him talk for hours without processing anything of what he's saying, letting the lullaby pull you into a state of calmness.
"Hi…" his soft tone went through your headphones, entering softly into your ears, almost making you melt. It made you smile immediately; the familiarity made you feel safe in the new life that you were thrown into. Life after high school was weird, not having a set route, and everything crumbling and being managed horribly. Most times, you felt it was you against the world, until he'd call and make you remember that life didn't suck that much.
"Hi…" you responded in the same soft manner, your voice a bit groggy from your sleepy state.
"How are you doing?" he started softly. Just by the tone of your voice, I knew what type of night this was going to be, either an emotionally packed one or one that was quiet, which could be a comfortable one or spent trying to distract you from your own thoughts.
"Tired, but fine," you grumbled, rubbing your eyes to keep yourself awake.
"Sorry," he apologized. He had been saying that every time you were tired, though he never stopped the calls. The third option was that most of the time you weren't even talking, you'd be in a call with him, studying or cleaning while you slept or read for college.
"No, it's ok. I needed this…" You tried to reassure him, even if there was no risk in the call ending. It was a tradition at this point, and breaking traditions was something you didn't like doing if the excuse wasn't important enough. You missed him dearly; you didn't even have Morgana to bother you anymore. He became a very outside cat in Inaba.
"Yeah?" his tone went up, happy to hear that. Lately, he had been trying to show more emotion in his words; he couldn't make sure you were loved by his actions anymore. He hated that. Most gifts took time and a lot of money he wasn't willing to spend at that moment, so he couldn't use that, either.
"Yeah… I love hearing your voice. I miss you."
"I miss you too, sweetheart. Just wait until summer. Then we'll scout for apartments together, ok?" The thought of seeing you excited him; the last summer was so fun, traveling through Japan in the van with his closest friends. So getting out of Inaba was his top priority. After his year in Tokyo, he had changed so much, and the people he used to know were strangers again; most of them didn't even try talking again. He had stolen hearts in Tokyo, but the genius loci of Tokyo stole his.
"Can't you come now?" The sleepiness probably made you throw that without thinking, but you missed his warmth; there was only so much time you could handle without wishing things to be different.
"I'm sorry, my love, but I need to save more money." The pet name made you bite your lips while smiling. In contrast, his tone went down, letting you down softly, which was something he hated. Several times, you had called him out with his savior complex and yes man attitude, he'd sometimes go back to.
"You can stay at the café, Sojiro offered you hundreds of times" you reminded him. The familiar bond that they had created in that year was surprising and something that wouldn't happen again with anyone. He knew that and appreciated it a lot. His relationship with his biological family wasn't the same as it was before the probation; now it all felt like everyone was walking on glass.
"I don't want to abuse his kindness…" he felt a bit guilty; he also wanted to have that freedom and independence that only came with not living under someone else's roof. Living over a shop wasn't his ideal life; it was something he was ok momentarily. Also, it was against his will. But he had the power to choose not to this time; he'd rather have his own room and kitchen to do as he pleases.
"Or you can stay with me?" you offered, tiptoeing to maybe living together under the same roof.
"You still live with your family, dummy," he laughed it off. The image of another person in that house filled with siblings and people who come and go left him with incredulity. He didn't even know how you handled that many people at the same house in so little space. You were lucky you got along decently, united by the hatred towards your parents.
"And? They won't mind. Plus, it'll be only momentarily; you have to be here to look for a good apartment. Otherwise, they'll rip you off."
"I prefer having my own place," he turned you down; it wasn't the situation he wanted, he had to be a bit selfish, even if it hurt both of you. A small sacrifice of time for a better thing.
You hummed, though filled with disappointment. The drowsiness started to hit you harder, and it made you yawn. Then you heard him chuckle through the microphone, even if you couldn't see him, you knew his eyes softened; they always did when you were tired, it didn't matter if it was through the webcam or in person.
"Was it a long day?" he asked, and you hummed, the sleep making you not care to respond properly. "What did you do?"
"The usual… Classes, job scouting, shitty interviews for shitty places… I thought I'd be used to this by now…"
"No luck?"
"Bad payments and bad timetables… I'm not that desperate for money to accept the first offer… Or the tenth… It just sucks, you know. All the decent jobs would require me to leave my career because it has the worst times for classes… What about you? Did you decide yet?" you huffed. You didn't want to settle; you were going to take advantage of your privilege. It made you feel guilty, but at least you were studying hard. Not doing that would've made you feel even worse.
"I was between law school or continuing something along the lines of the café, maybe culinary school," he thought out loud. He hasn't decided yet; his priority for now is to go back and see his options there. He was doing cram school just in case, but a small town could only prepare you so much compared to big city ones.
"Don't be a lawyer, please… I mean, you have the sweet mouth, but you're too nice…"
"I like helping people."
"Then activism, or something more communitarian… We already have Makoto if we ever need a lawyer…" It turned to the phase where you'd start to rant about every small thing and just be nonsensical. It was good entertainment, most of your unprocessed thoughts that you'd question on the next call.
"You're exhausted. Do you need to wake up early tomorrow?"
"I mean… I should get up to study but… It's not necessarily… I have classes in the afternoon, though…" Then tomorrow you'd have only two hours in the morning, and after that five, to change to three against in the afternoon, and let's not forget the random hours at night. Your field wasn't meant for people with lives and a schedule.
"You already have a date for exams?"
"No, but it'd be the responsible thing to do… Plus, I'd rather advance lectures than look for jobs, so… "
"Did you ask Haru?" his brain started to come up with any possible solutions, his usual self appearing to rescue you from life. Scrambling all his acquaintances or closest friends.
"Yep… I have classes when she needs the most help…" It'd be utterly useless to be a waitress in dead hours and not get tips. Ren stayed silent, thinking, when you suddenly jumped up in a boost of energy.
"Yusuke!"
"Yusuke?" he was confused, really confused. Jobs and Yusuke weren't really a combination ever. He was a diligent worker, but only if he cared about the topic or job, leaving most employment options off the table.
"Yeah! Yusuke!"
"What about Yusuke?"
"You can room with Yusuke, it'd be a help to him and way cheaper for you."
"I'd have to ask him, but it sounds like a good idea. But I don't know if I can handle him working in the middle of the night… I'm going to ask him, just in case" more for you, but he didn't want to say it.
"It'll be awesome! Like having a part of the group back together…" you thought about the lives of others. Haru finally opened the cafe, not having much revenue, but making loyal customers. Ann went to study abroad after wanting to learn more languages for her modeling job, which she was now serious about, even trying for scouting in those places she used to think were too high for her level. Makoto got her own place, cramped but near her college, though very far away from everyone. She was putting all her energy into law school and barely had time for anything else as she continued to be a top student. And for Ryuji, you lost track of what he was doing. Ironically enough, he was the one you saw the most, but after finishing high school and without a scholarship like he had dreamt of as a kid, he was trying everything he could get his hands on and see if he liked it.
Apparently, you had been lost in thought for too long, cause the next thing you knew, it was Ren calling your name several times. Making you sit up and apologize in a weird mix of a yawn that was incomprehensible. On the other side of the screen, the raven-haired smiled again at your sound. It was too late at night, and the small conversation took more time than he had expected, though it made sense from the tired pauses.
"You need to go to sleep," he felt he was scolding you, but the soft tone he was talking in made it seem not.
"No…" You rolled in your bed, hugging that plushy closer. You heard him call your name in reproach; it made you whine into the microphone, feeling needy. "I want to be with you…"
"I know, I want that too, but you're barely even here," he tried to make you see logic.
"Fine…" You rolled around once again, now grabbing onto your bedsheets as you covered yourself with them. Ren would be the one ending the call; he always was.
"Goodnight, my love"
"Goodnight… I love you…"
"I love you more."
"I know you do." The sound of the call ending echoed through the room, leaving you in silence with only the laptop lighting you.
Sneaky
Ren Amamiya x reader
Genre: fluff Warnings: a bit of arguing, suggestive ending but left open A/n: i got a couple of requests i dont know if ill do, but i have a ton of fics i need to finish first. for the person who asked for more joker fics, youll have a field day when i finish them. and for the futaba request, its in the making, dont worry
The light of the moon lit the streets late at night, with no person in sight, was the raven-haired boy holding your hand and leading you to the café, where he was demanded to stay?. It was very past his curfew; he was still on probation after all, and he didn't have the right to liberty as he used to. Deep down inside, he didn't care; he liked feeling rebellious, and in only this little way, he was able to do so without major repercussions.
Your hangout lasted way longer than you had planned for. It was only lunch at first, then window shopping, the big building of the arcade came into sight, and the next few hours were spent there, but after that, you were hungry, so dinner it was, maybe some karaoke since you had a little bit of cash left. It was almost 10 when you realized the last train was going to be soon, making you two run before realizing you were on the wrong train, and you had to go in the opposite direction.
In this predicament, Ren offered to stay at Leblanc's. There had been times when Yusuke or Ryuji stayed the night with no problem, so there should be no trouble for you, theoretically. He did avoid the comments Sojiro would make regarding him and you when you were gone, or the looks he'd give both of you when you were together alone at one of the coffee booths. He wasn't ever rude or anything, just curious about what you two had going on. Of course, the younger man denied anything other than friendship, believing it was utterly impossible for you and him to ever be a thing, no matter if he wanted it not to be.
Your cheeks were heating up in excitement as you saw his place getting nearer and nearer. You always wanted to be closer to the boy; he was always so secretive about his life, even though he acted either like a rebellious spy or a massive dork. Night, it is said to be the time of day people get most vulnerable, so times like these are your highest chances to actually form a bond that is not only about you, but also to reciprocate.
Looking back on it now, he should've seen the red flags. His window in the attic was still open from the morning, as he let the air refresh itself while he was gone; it could get really musty up there with all the wooden supercities. Then, in the dim light that was still on, he was used to always having it on until he went to sleep; it was wearying not having a door to separate his makeshift room from the café, so he kept a light on to make it seem less lonely. Or maybe the fact that the door was unlocked when he opened it.
"Where the hell have you been, kid?" The deep voice resonated against the walls; it startled you for a second. His tone carried anger and frustration. He was sitting on one of the stools with his arms crossed, piercing anyone who passed his sight. "No call, no text, nothing. What do you think I am? Some charity?"
"Sojiro-"
"No," he didn't let him speak. "I thought you were more responsible with our agreement. I have a life outside this, and I can't stop it because a punk like you decides to show up past his agreement." He had stood up from his seat and walked towards you, not noticing your presence, his anger too focused on the delinquent to even care.
"I'm sorry-"
"An apology won't do, kid. You're on probation, remember? You can't come and go as you please. I have to report to your officer every day about your whereabouts. So you better have a good explanation for him, or you're in big trouble."
The younger man could only keep his gaze down as he was reprimanded. From the corner of his eye, he saw Morgana, who was giving him a pitiful expression. He hid behind his fake glasses for protection; conflicts with adults always ended badly, and it was the only constant he still had from his old life.
At his silence, you tried to respond, despite it being obviously not your place to speak. "It's all my fault, Mr Sakura. I-"
"Why are they here?" His eyes open wide, not expecting you to be there. After a quick look, he turned back to Ren. "You were sneaking someone in?"
"It's not-"
"I'm sure he can speak for himself." He interrupted you once again. Now he was pinching his nose bridge, exhaling exhausted. "You know you can just ask for that, right? I don't have a problem letting you bring people in, but I'm giving you a hand, so you better not be taking my arm."
Slowly, in a quieter voice than usual, "it wasn't my intention, sir…" He still kept his head down like a child being scolded. "Time just passed, and we didn't notice, and they lost the last train home, so we didn't have time."
You held onto Ren´s wrist for support, in a way to calm him down and let him know you were there, the hand or forearm being too intimate a gesture.
The balding man gave you that same expression that he did when he saw you interacting with such casualness of intimate lovers, but too young and awkward to be anything but friends. His wrinkles on his forehead deepen at the prospect. Maybe it was unwise to let you off the hook this easily, but he knew that the one with wild hair wasn't a bad person, just a teenager who was expected to make stupid decisions.
"Night classes can get too up their ass and extend for far too long. I'll give him that report, but don't think you're off the hook yet, brat. You're on cleaning duty for the entire week, and I want no lateness." Ren looked up in surprise as Sojiro patted his shoulder in no hurry.
"The bathhouse is closed, so no showers until tomorrow." He turned to look at you, "and you better not fuck his probation up anymore. Now go up, I have something to tell him." You were utterly confused by the sudden change of mood, though you didn't question it and run upstairs. It was better not to tempt the devil.
After you were gone, the old man looked into his wallet for a plastic wrap. "Here, if you decided to actually do something about them." Throwing it with the calmest smirk in existence. Ren almost dropped the wrapper in fluster, not having expected anything like this, even less after that little reprimand.
"I'm not-, we're not-" he tried to explain, too concentrated to not touch the gift too much while trying not to break his glasses to hide the blush that spread on his cheeks. The older man rolled his eyes as he exited the café, putting on his classic white hat.
"Just don't do anything I wouldn't, got it?" He said before closing up the shop, leaving the boy stuttering and glaring at the package. He didn't know if that was the type of relationship he wanted, or even if you were the type to do that. You called his name from the attic after a while, assuming the owner had left after the sound of the door closing. He was left to decide as we went up the stairs. Morgana gave him a knowing grin, or as much as cats can, while leaving for the Sakura's household.
For Persona 5 can you do a Makoto x Reader? More specifically a scenario where Sae catches the two of you kissing. What follows next is an interrogation to see whether the relationship should end or not.
Kisses ruin everything
Makoto Nijima x reader
Genre: angst? happy ending tho Warning: none A/n: hope you like it! its my first persona request and im so excited, sorry for the wait but its hard to lock in for topics that i didnt come up with. i hope its not too occ, makoto is not the phantom thieve i give most of my attention to, but i love her
In all honesty, you were too lost in her lips to realize the sound of the keys turning or the way of the main door opening. The feeling of her softness against yours was too hypnotizing, the way she felt under you and tugged on your shirt, how her nails scratched the bits of skin she had access to. Your bodies were holding each other for their dear life, and the only acceptable form of oxygen was from the other's embrace.
But reality always comes back, as a gasp was heard from the other side of the room. The two of you jumped on your seats on the white couch and turned around. The adrenaline made your heartbeats go stronger, as they'd jump out of your chests. Makoto pushed you away instantly, the moment she saw where the sound came from, her face turned crimson in shame.
"Sis!" she shrieked, too embarrassed to be caught in the act. She had repeatedly told you it wasn't a good idea, that things would go wrong, and she was right. Sadly for her, she had a soft spot for you; anything you'd come up with, she'd end up following. It started with how you nagged her to hang out after cram school, you missed being on one, even if it had been only a week; then it continued with her telling you it was too dark outside, though you told her to just be at one of your places, problem solved. One thing led to another, and you were making out in the living room since nobody else was home.
"Makoto!" The silver-haired woman gasped again, her expression was one of shock. She couldn't believe what she was seeing; her little sister, whom she once thought of as pure and studious, was losing her time away with some nobody. "What do you think you're doing?!"
"It's not what you think!" The short-haired one raised her hands. It was the worst lie ever, not even she would believe it. Gods, why did she have to be back early today? Her usual time was around midnight; she usually had to spend most of her time alone in her room studying before she met you or the rest of the phantom thieves.
"Don't you try to excuse yourself, I know what I saw. I thought you were better than this." The older woman's face was fuming. You had heard stories from Makoto; she was stern while caring. The two were the only things the other had; everyone else was gone, not even she could rely on her sister's shoulder. Kids shouldn't have burdens, and Makoto has enough already.
"Umm… I…" she stumbled on her words. It was too intimidating; she wasn't used to arguing, especially with her older sister. Makoto would follow whatever made her sister happy and less stressed; she was already doing too much for her, taking care of her and missing so much of her youth. Sometimes she wonders, was her sister just like her in high school and college? Was she alone? With no support? Has she been baggage? Hanging out with friends, going to karaoke, making a hotpot, and seeing the fireworks until late, she missed all of that because of her.
"No, I work my ass every day to give you a good life, but you then go and spend your time like this?! Not even bothering to present them to me?" Sae´s hand went from her chest to your direction vaguely, not even giving you the proper attention, you weren't even part of the picture yet, her whole mind was on her sister.
"I'm sorry," you stood up and bowed in courtesy, then you presented yourself with your full name and class. "Makoto has tried to formally introduce us, but the situation never gave itself to us." A half lie, she tried, but you were scared of the level of commitment that it brought; it had been only a month since you asked her out. You loved her, but you also needed time to see if you two fit each other in a romantic sense.
Sae looked you up and down, analyzing every single detail of you to see if you were good enough for her little sister's love and affection. She has never been overly protective, only asking for good performance in academics so she'd have a good future. Whereas now, seeing that she wasn't a little girl anymore, she worried. A broken heart can be devastating; she didn't need more people disappointing her.
"What are your grades?" Her interrogation started, her manner becoming as if she was on the jury, her duty to get out any defect you had so she could throw you out without feeling guilty for breaking her sister's heart. She was older, she had more experience, she knew what to look out for.
"Fairly high, I can be top thirty with no problem." True, memorizing was second nature to you. Shujin also had over a hundred students in only one year. It was a very competitive environment, so trying was encouraged and a must if you didn't want to be excluded. If you tried hard enough, you could reach Makoto with barely any issues, though you didn't want to be Makoto, your passions were in other places.
"What university are you planning to attend?"
"Umm… Well… It depends… If I get a scholarship or not…" You had no idea how you wanted your future to be. Only to not die homeless or have a corporate office job. You knew studying would be the best option not to, but also not a guarantee.
"What are you doing to get a scholarship?" She crossed her arms, suspicious. On the other hand, you stayed silent on this one, not even being able to come up with a lie. The phantom thieves were already taking most of your time, while you also worked and studied, it left you no time for extracurriculars.
"A top thirty is not going to get you a scholarship," You winced inwardly. This was not going down well. Your honesty was being used to her advantage; on the other hand, lying to her felt more of a danger. Lawyers hate liars who don't help their case.
"Sis, they're not-" Your girlfriend tried to interfere, both of you knew it was not going to be a smooth fall. She knew her sister better than everyone, despite keeping her emotions controlled well; anything regarding her sister made her walls fragile.
"Makoto, leave this to me." The look Sae gave her made her back off a little; the intimidating glare was something she was not used to being on the receiving end of. A part of her that has been coming out a lot this year told her to not put up with that, she wasn't a kid anymore, she was capable of making her own decisions, so rebel.
"But-" she stared, but it is always easier said than done, she was quickly cut off, not even being able to form a whole sentence. Fighting shadows was easier than risking your bond with a family member.
"No buts. I won't let you be with someone who doesn't know what to do with their life. You're not going to waste your future on them."
"I can make my own decisions." She tried for the third time, finally being able to speak an entire sentence. She stood up from the couch and walked towards her sister. You knew this was something you shouldn't get involved with; this was something about the two of them, it didn't matter what you could say.
"You're only seventeen, you don't know anything about this!"
"Everyone at this age is dating. Didn't you fall in love at this age?" She questioned her sister, trying for her to empathize with her situation, to not act as if she had never been a hypocrite.
"No, I was too occupied taking care of you to indulge in that type of stuff." The older woman cut any sort of argument with that; anything that was on the table before was thrown out, to only sourness. Sae was still grieving the what-ifs, the youth stolen from Makoto to have. That made Makoto shut her mouth, the guilt of it, the sin of self-centeredness that wasn't her fault, she felt selfish at that moment. "Can you lead them out? Well, talk more when you get back," she pinched the bridge of her nose, stressed about the argument.
The brunette didn't say anything, following her sister's orders as she gave you a pity stare, silently asking you to take your things. You didn't want to make things worse with your presence, so you grabbed your school bag and put on your jacket. But before going out the door, you turned around and made another bow as you murmured a goodbye before getting out of the door, Makoto following soon after. The walk to the elevator and downstairs was awkward, none of you looking at the other.
"I'm sorry for that…" She gently closed the door behind her of the apartment complex, she couldn't even look you in the eyes. She was saddened, the feeling like she was losing the two most important people in her life, her eyes felt as if they were about to burst. Your face softened, and slowly you grabbed her hand delicately, like porcelain.
"Maybe we can date in secret?" you offered, trying to find her face behind her bangs. You weren't planning on letting her go any time soon, you didn't care how far you had to move mountains, you'd do it in a heartbeat just for her. So, dating her in secret was the least provocative way you were thinking of doing things.
"I don't… I don't think that's a good idea…" Makoto didn't want to get into more trouble; her sister was probably going to helicopter around for a couple of days at best. Meeting at all will become a problem, not to mention making a move with the phantom thieves. She'll have to lie low for a while, something that she hated, it was taking away a bird's wings after they learn how to fly.
"Come in, we're the phantom thieves, we're all about revelry," you tried to cheer up. "Don't you want to try it at least?" You saw her contemplate the idea, you bat your eyelashes to see if she caved in. And with a sigh, she finally looked you in the eyes with a light blush and said.
"Fine, but you'll have to follow me, not the other way around, got it? We don't want my sister finding out because of your ideas." It made you grin widely before hugging her tightly and swinging her around, making her let out a gasp, just to then laugh.
"You won’t regret it," you said as you put her down, not letting her go of your grasp. She was comfortable in it, having her hands on your chest, she had found herself enjoying being hugged by you, the feeling of being protected in your arms.
I'll be watching you
Ryuji Sakamoto x reader
Genre: fluff Warnings: faint implications of Kamoshida, talk about leg injury A/n: funfact, my arcana of birth is the chariot (and the tower but shhhh) so ryuji is very special to me
You leaned your head on the rail as you watched the dyed blonde run on the racetrack, The school was almost empty by these hours, the track team had finished an hour ago, leaving the track for free use or until the institution closed for the day. Times like this are when you'd find Ryuji making use of them, he'd drop a message for you to go without him, and every time you'd wait until he was finished with a soda in hand.
"Dude, there's no need for you to wait for me. You're probably bored out of your mind watching me do this all the time." he sank his body next to you in the arena seats, cold and hard metal; you were right in the middle of them all, it was possible to see the entire track from there. He had just finished a round, the humidity made his knee feel awful, but that didn't stop him, he had promised to train every day on his own. Even if he had a bad leg day, he'd take it easy, but never stop moving forward.
"It is fun whenever you fall." you joked, although the tone was a bit flat. Your body was turned to him, giving him your full attention. His elbows were leaning on his legs, still catching his breath and with a towel around his neck; he kept in mind not to rely as heavily on his sensitive leg, though.
"Oi!"
You laughed as you took a sip of the, now not as cold, can. The vending machine wasn't holding that much of the coolness, so it was the same having them in your bag as going over there while he trained. You walk less that way, and also fewer chances of bumping into undesirable people, win-win for you. After the incident, he seemed to have his eyes on you, especially for the fact that you hadn't estranged Ryuji, unlike the rest of the school.
"I'm joking. I prefer waiting rather than walking alone, in the meantime I do the homework you're probably going to ask me for."
"So that's why you never seem to do anything for class" You shrug off with a hint of cockiness. The sky was still blue, it was going to take a couple of more hours for the sun to come completely down, to interchange his place with his sister. Your time in high school hasn't been at all what you expected, but you were glad you met him, despite all the problems that came, you wouldn't trade anything for his company. His hand was idly gripping his upper thigh; The pain had worsened these summer days, physical training wasn't doing him any help in recovering, yet his soul desired to keep going and not fall behind. Your eyes could only trail on the injury, a level of awkwardness came every time you approached the topic, and the question of how you are doing had silently become a starter of arguments.
Out of nowhere, you leaned against his shoulder and nuzzled against it. From under you, you felt him stiffen up, you didn't even have to look up to see his flushed face staring at you bewildered.
"Wow, where is this coming from?!" he stuttered, unconsciously, you had fixed his posture, now sitting upwards. He had no idea what to do with this interaction, none of you had ever been the touchy-feeling type.
"I think I like you..." you said nonchalantly, like it wasn't a huge bomb to drop on him. His ears couldn't believe what he was hearing. If it was even possible, his eyes opened wider and the red on his face intensified. His brain could only muster up a questioning noise, it was too occupied processing the information, it wasn't even coming up ways to not fuck everything up, only taking in the fact that you like him. At the lack of response you were obtaining, you moved your head off his shoulder to stare at him deeply into his brown eyes. You saw everything, every little detail, every mistake, his imperfections and perfections, everything he was and wasn't. "Like like you."
His lips quivered, and the feeling of everything was too much for him, but he couldn't back away. He had never thought of the possibility until right now, he had pretty much given up on romance, he wasn't smooth with women, and he was too awkward with men romantically. His pupils were dilating, and the rest of the eye was shivering, he didn't know if it was in fear or excitement. The silence went on for too long and with a sigh, you backed away.
"Wait no!" he quickly grabbed your arm, you didn't even stand up, but the fear of losing you for his stupidity made him jump up. He was already regretting it, the self consciousness he tried too hard to hide for all different reasons was coming up from the deeps of his chest "i... emm..." the blond looked away in embarrassment, all the blood in his body was now it was on his cheeks, he felt like he was about to evaporate. Against your arm, you felt his grip harden, the short nails of his sinking a bit from how he was holding it. "I just haven't thought of that before... and..." he ruffled his hair to calm down his anxiety. "Jeez, this was too sudden... not in the bad way!" He clarified quickly before you even had the chance to feel a bit bad, that was the last thing he wanted you to feel. "I just... I think I like you too..."
"So like... do you want to kiss or something?" you nodded, eagerly sitting up and leaning onto him, passing your arms around his shoulder with a grin.
Punching in a Dream (6740 words) by OpheliaDusk Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Persona 5 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Okumura Haru/Sakamoto Ryuji Characters: Okumura Haru, Sakamoto Ryuji Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship Summary: Ryuji isn't sure whether Haru's looking for a companion, a date, or a bodyguard, but whichever it is, no way he's turning her down.
I'm bored and have no ideas, so if anyone can send some requests/fic ideas for anyone in persona 5, I'd be grateful and love you
A Change of Fate
I've had an idea for a Persona fic and it's been sitting in my drafts forever. I have a ton written, but somehow not a single chapter is completed. I don’t know if I'm ever going to finish it, If I don't talk about it soon I swear I'm going to explode.
It's about a Player/Reader/OC(?) that gets transported to the world of Persona after meeting their end (normal isekai things yk). They wake up with no memories outside of some vague life they feel they didn't actually live. They end up at the arcade, run into Ryuji, have all memories but their finally moments come back to them and panic. Now they have to figure out how they want to go about existing in this world. Do they want to intervene in the plot or not? Do they even have the strength to?
Still not sold on making it an OC or a Reader Insert (drafts are a mix of both rn it's hell), but it's vague either way. I don't want to name or design the Player, I only do that when I'm drawing the more emotional scenes. For the most part they're merely a catalyst for my unhinged ideas and amusement.
If you want to hold out for the teensiest bit of hope that I finish the fic and post full length chapters, then stop here. There will be spoilers ahead in the form of a vague unhinged plot summary of its entirety (oops it's around 22k words).
If I do finish any scenes I find pretty good I may or may not post them separately. If I do I'll link it to my pinned.
(The rest of this is written in second person (you/your/yourself))
(ALSO a warning that comes with mild spoilers. By this ideas very nature this is—in way—a fix-it-fic, but the ending is still very bittersweet) (ALSO ALSO it has very minimal proofreading done. I tried but it is long. Though the AO3 version has more proofreading and is more up-to-date)
You wake up with no memories in a house by yourself, until you find papers saying you were accepted into Shujin Academy and start in a few days. Then you get vague memories of a normal life leading up to you deciding to study abroad at Shujin. Something about the whole thing seems off, but you shake it off and start to get ready to get the last supplies they need and to familiarize yourself with the area.
As you're walking around you keep getting hit with waves of nausea until you reach the arcade. Staring at the Jack Frost claw machine you nearly collapse, but someone catches you before you hit the floor. You thank him and end up talking and enjoying the arcade together for a while. At some point you mention you're going to Shujin and the guy seems pretty happy about it, but also warns them almost everyone there kinda sucks, teachers included. That's when you both realize you never introduced yourselves to each other so the guy goes first and—
He introduces himself as Sakamoto Ryuji.
Everything clicks after that and you remember that you are in fact, a player of Persona and you should not be here. You don't remember the events leading up to you waking up, but you remember the rest of your life and start having a panic attack. Ryuji—Sakamoto (they're real people now you can't just use their first name anymore) tries to help you through it, but when he does you look around and recognize all the buildings around you and panic even more.
You try to play off your panic as just being tired. You didn't realize how long they were out for and have to get back home! You make sure to tell Sakamoto you're happy you'll know someone when you start Shujin so he doesn't think you're running away from him then quickly, but cautiously, make your way back home.
You wake up the next day, realize not only are you in Persona, you're months before the arrival of Joker. You proceed to have a breakdown.
When you start Shujin you've sort of committed to not changing anything drastic in the plot, then Sakamoto steals you away at the first chance he gets. You can't bring yourself to deny him.
Of course hanging out with Sakamoto you eventually run into Takamaki Ann and Suzui Shiho, the track team (if you could kick them in the crotch you would), and unfortunately Kamoshida.
He warns you about hanging out with the likes of Sakamoto and tries to get you to join the volleyball team. You refuse as politely as possible and speed away from him.
You've been around for a couple months now learning to live on your own and start to wonder what your in-universe parents are like. You don't imagine it's anything good. Sure they're paying for the apartment and giving you a hefty allowance, but not once have they reached out to you. You don't know if they're expecting you to be the one to reach out either. As long as they don't bother you, you don't plan to bother them to find out.
All too soon the years change and you meet Yoshizawa for the first time. You never stopped to think about which version of the world you were in, and seeing Yoshizawa Sumire—currently Kasumi—makes you realize that Maruki is going to be an issue. It would be terrible for him to learn anything about you so you have to do your best not to stand out to the school when Joker arrives. Oh and he's arriving in a few days. Great.
You spend those few days trying to think of ways to subtly help and how what you might do could affect the future, but don't come up with anything in time.
When you walk to school and see Joker standing waiting for the rain to stop you don't know what to do. You're about to talk to him when a thought crops up in your head.
"Would you even be able to get a persona?"
You don't want to be a liability so you walk past him with your head down.
Or at least you tried to walk past him, but he ends up grabbing you. You're surprised and it looks like he's surprised himself that he did that and apologies. He struggles to put his thoughts together while you stand there awkwardly wanting to get away as soon as possible. He's giving you a look you don't know how to feel about. Then Takamaki shows up and basically saves you from that encounter.
Then Kamoshida drives up in his car.
You didn't want to get into an enclosed space with him, but you knew if you didn't join you'd end up walking with the boys and getting stuck in the palace (which is honestly worse). You also remember how Takamaki looked during the cut scene and couldn't stand to leave her alone with him, so you got in the car.
Waiting for the boys to get back from their kidnapping is agonizing. When Sakamoto finally arrives after lunch and you ask hum if he's okay he kinda avoids the question. Which is about what you were expecting.
After the final bell rings Sakamoto tells you to he has something to do and runs off without you. That's fine since you know what he's gone off to do and make your way out, accidentally bumping into someone in the hall. You hear the murmurs of the student body around you and glasses hitting the floor before you lay your eyes on who it is. Of course it's Joker.
He introduces himself to you. Amamiya Ren. At least now you know which name he goes by, but this is still not ideal! He's also still got that strange curiosity in his eyes when he's looking at you. It's intense. You don't like it, so you quickly make an excuse and leave. He has to talk to Sakamoto anyway.
You're watching the events of the game take place from the sidelines, wanting to help but to scared you'd change things for the worse. It's when Suzui falls from the roof the guilt sets in and starts to eat you alive. You make your way up to the roof to stew in it and cry when you hear the door slam open and Sakamoto shouting.
You forgot they resolved to take Kamoshida down with the Metaverse today. You're also surprised you can already understand Morgana.
Yet again you're put into the position to make a choice and let yourself be known to them. You're actually about to when you look over the edge of the roof. That's when the last bit of fog on your previous life's memories clear up.
You were pushed off of the roof. It was an accident, a sore loser who couldn't get over his own ego pushed your friend, accusing her of cheating in a tournament. She lost her balance and ended up crashing into you, making you tumble off the side. Everyone that was there tried to reach for you, including the egoist, but none of them were fast enough. You distinctly remember the feeling of your head caving in before everything went dark. It was dark for a while, before you woke up in that apartment.
Your vision blurs as you start hyperventilating. You scramble away from the edge of the roof and run all the way to the station, wanting nothing but to go home.
The next couple days you try to avoid every canon character, which isn't that hard since they're focusing on Kamoshida's palace. Unfortunately the man himself notices you're on your own and tries to harass you. It's both fantastic and horrifying when the thieves start showing up again and hanging around you until you get on the train. Something must've happened in his palace regarding you. If none of them can keep an eye on you before they enter then they always ask you to go to the store for them. If you didn't know what was going on you'd have a lot more questions, but you're content to do their shopping for them.
After they change his heart they strong arm you into hanging out with them as a group. It's not at the buffet so you guess they already ate there and solidified themselves as the Phantom Thieves.
You feel you're going to go insane waiting for them to find Madarame. Important people keep bumping into you and it's stressing you out. Amamiya keeps trying to get you to talk or hangout or something so you keep having to make excuses, Kitagawa asked to sketch you 'cause apparently your solemn look down at your coffee sitting alone at a cafe was the perfect scene for him, you keep getting asked if you want to study for midterms, and you literally bump into Akechi. It's the most shame and terrified you've felt in this world. You want the plot to start happening so you can get a minute to breathe.
Finally after exams are over they start Madarame and you expect your interactions with the main cast to go down. How wrong you were.
The thieves still ask you to buy items for them occasionally, though now Amamiya seems to use it as a way to talk to you. Sometimes someone will message you asking to buy something ASAP and bring it to the passage before bolting. You think they're using you to get items during a palace run so they can stay in longer, but you're not asking. Then Takamaki practically begs you to join her for a modelling gig.
You assumed she was talking about her actual job. Maybe she picked up a more free gig and she was allowed to pick someone to join her? Suzui still wasn't able so her next choice was you. You have trouble saying no to these people so of course you agreed to join her.
You're petrified when you end up standing in front of a shack and not a studio.
One thing happens after the next and you're on the verge of a breakdown inside the palace. You can't pay attention to anything. The only thing you notice is Kitagawa getting his persona so you move out of the way on autopilot. Before you all exit the thieves try to ask if you're okay, but you wave them off and ask to leave. As soon as you do you head home.
When you get inside and after a bit of hesitation, you call your supposed mother and learn she's really weird. She does what she asks of you though and now you're home bound for some terrible "illness." She somehow got the school to agree to send your work over while you're "recovering."
It's Niijima Makoto the school sends to hand over your work. They also give her your number. You message her to tell her she doesn't have to physically give you the work, that it's excessive and sending it through an email would've been fine for the school, but she doesn't relent. You have her drop your work off in front of your door and watch you pick it up from a distance, cursing the principal out in your mind all the while.
You receive an endless amount of messages from the thieves, but you ignore them all. They never stop as the week passes, but the contents change.
One day Niijima shows up at your door with Sakamoto in tow and he basically bullies his way into your apartment. They help you air out the place and try to cheer you up. Niijima takes the work you finished and organizes what you didn't while Sakamoto gives you a ton of games to borrow and asks you to play at least one of them to completion. None of this makes you feel any better.
A few days later you're sent a calling card.
??What the fuck??
You don't know why you were sent one or how it would even feel to get your heart changed. To be frank you don't WANT to know! You're fine! They're ignoring your messages now so you guess they've already jumped in. But to where? Mementos? A palace?? Was whatever they think is wrong with you strong enough to make a palace???
If you think about it any longer you feel you'll go insane, so you try to get some sleep, hoping you can skip whatever process happens during a change of heart. You barely get any when your phone lights up. Hoping it's a message from a thief you open your eyes only to be greeted to a black and red swirling eye.
You throw your phone across the room, turn to face the other wall and go to sleep.
Much later, you wake up to someone banging on your door. Just to get them to shut up you open the door and end up nearly knocking Sakamoto out. They came over immediately after they left and they're almost frantic as they explain the situation.
Yes, you had a palace—still have a palace. They didn’t change your heart. Not because they couldn't, but because it apparently wasn't a good idea. After the fight they got to talk to your shadow and they seemed to be much better than before.
You're able to piece together that they basically handled your palace like a jail in Strikers/Scramble. Now that the scare is over you realize you feel more… put together. This is the most at peace you've felt with your place here since meeting Sakamoto.
But beyond that you have no idea what they exactly talked about that made taking your treasure a bad idea. They don't explain, and you don't ask. You're too afraid of what they might've seen inside of it and you're sure stress radiates off you in waves, but they never push it. What they end up doing is reiterating multiple times that they're your friends and can and will help you through whatever you need.
You go back to school. Madarame apologizes and the student body clowns on him. The Social Studies trip happens but you don't go. You still somehow run into Akechi again and now he wants to use you as his rumour mill. Like always you have a hard time saying no to these people when you probably should.
A few days past with Amamiya insisting that he hangout with you. Sometimes the others join, but it's mostly just you and him. The last time you were together he left just a little agitated. When you asked he only said it wasn't anything you did, which obviously didn't answer the question. There's no time to ponder though when Niijima blackmails the group the next day.
They're scrambling to find any information, but refuse to go to you for any help. They don't even let you walk around Shibuya, blaming it on you needing more time to recover from your illness. They know you weren't actually ill they just suck at excuses. It makes sense since it's the mafia, but you’re itching to do something to keep them from getting blackmailed again.
Of course between your inability to come up with a plan to save your life and constant hesitation, Niijima ends up running into the lion's den and getting them all in trouble. They basically come to you after they've already gone into the palace with their tails between their legs. For a variety of reasons, including their stupidity (and cause of the location),the hideout changes to your apartment.
The first couple days is the same routine as before. They jump in and have you get items for them, but since you know you're able to bring them more things they could use. They don't make much progress in the palace despite this though to your confusion and their ire.
One day they don't show up at your apartment anywhere near the time they should be back. They haven't asked you for items either, so unless Amamiya brought a crapton with him it starts to feel like something's gone wrong. Your nerves get shot and after almost an hour of nothing when you remember you have the Metaverse app on your phone. Fearing more for them over yourself you input Kaneshiro's palace keys and go in.
After hyping yourself up, you force one of the ATM people to carry you to the floating bank. When it gets there you bolt out of its arms and through the secret passage into the building and immediately hear the sounds of a fight going on.
It doesn't take you long to find the source of it, and as you peak around the corner to see you find the Phantom Thieves fighting a bird. A really, really fast bird. They can barely land a hit on the thing, and when they finally do it barely does anything. The bird keeps moving around like it wasn't just stabbed, electrocuted, and burned all at once.
Morgana is also knocked out cold on the floor, his bandanna and fur singed at the edges. The rest of the thieves are extremely tired and must be running low on SP.
This bird shouldn't be here, hell it doesn't even look like a normal shadow! Despite knowing this is not a regular encounter in this palace it feels familiar somehow. Once you remember why it takes everything in your power not to groan.
Unfortunately not only were you a Persona player, you were a Persona player that modded the game.
Specifically, you modded it to make it harder. Much harder.
You are now seeing the consequences of your actions, but it's not like you thought you'd be forced to fight this dogshit in real life! How were you supposed to know your methods of self torture would follow you to merge with this worlds Metaverse and create nothing but problems. If you'd known you would've saved yourself the trouble. Unfortunately you can't go back in time to slap yourself in the face for thinking of downloading all of that garbage. You just have to deal with it, but you have no clue how.
It's obvious they were not prepared for a fight like this and you can't blame them, but you can't jump into the fight to give them advice. You don't have a persona, effectively making you a sitting target. A liability. You didn't bring any items to help you for this either. You can't help them, but they also can't afford to fall here.
You back away to root through any antiques or statues laying around, hoping to find anything, but instead get ambushed by a group of shadows. They knock you into a corner and radio in Kaneshiro. You think you're done for.
It's when you hear the thieves cry out at another member falling that your resolve strengths.
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"It appears this flickering lamp wants to shine as bright as the stars in the sky, but still allows darkness to cover their truest desires.
Is this still a game to you? Do their deaths not matter? Should they fall, are you expecting time to reset for many second chances?"
"Of course not. They aren't characters on a screen anymore. They're living people trying to change the world for the better, and I want— I need to help them! They can't die here!"
"Then stand and free yourself of your demons!
I am thou… thou art I…
I lend you my light to fight for what is right!"
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It blasts all the nearby shadows away, leaving you standing. Not taking any time to marvel at your new power, you leap past them to save the thieves from the bird.
After reviving Morgana and Ryuji, you help guide the Thieves on how to take down the enemy. As soon as you do you're all rushing out of the palace in the Monacar and getting to your apartment as fast as possible.
When everyone recovers, They're all grilling you for answers, wondering when you got the app on your phone, how you knew what Kaneshiro’s keywords were, how you knew what to do in that fight etc. You reply with lies and excuses, which they catch you on every time. Eventually you run out and you gotta spill.
You tell them about the game (not about your original reality though), and you're surprised when they almost instantly believe you. They say it's because the way your palace worked and the talk they had with your shadow at the end.
Now that you've finally confirmed that for them they start to speculate where it could’ve come from. Yet again you're shocked they're worried more about the game then about you. They're honestly appalled and saddened you would even think that, so they reinforce you're their friend first and the knowledge you have of future events is now a really cool helpful bonus. None of them leave until you promise to use their first names from now on and confirming you're joining the team.
Amamiya—Ren stays behind for a bit longer to learn about his protagonist status. In turn he tells you he's been trying to get your confidant leveled since he learned about it (but really since he first laid eyes on you). You blame his fixation on being a protagonist to a player. He tells you he doesn't give a shit.
By the end he's relieved and explains your confidant kept locking itself, but now it's free of chains. He threatens you with the promise of him taking up multiple of your free days before leaving.
When everyone meets up again you get your code name Bug. Like a bug in a video game, you're a bug in their fate. You would’ve denied it if Ann hadn't called it cute. Ryuji called you weak for that, then was promptly hit.
On your first actual outing as a Phantom Thief you can see how bad your modding habits have affected the Metaverse. None of the bosses have become harder then they originally should be, but more shadows then you're expecting are from your mods. You highly doubt it'll stay this way moving forward.
Now that you're helping Kaneshiro’s palace is a little easier, but it's still confusing as to why modded shadows are even here. Morgana blames it on your preconceived perception being stronger than most because of the game. Basically the palace gets warped by both you and the ruler. You really wish you could call bull, but spot another bird in the distance and cry.
During down time you head into mementos by yourself to talk to Jose. You needed to know if he could tell you were from another world, and if he did to be quite about it before the rest came down for requests. You're having a nice conversation with him when fighting is heard in the distance. Peaking around the corner you find the Black Mask fighting off more of your modded shadows. He's not doing to good, and the shadows aren't making it easy to escape.
You're conflicted one whether you should help him or not. You know you should, but he's still very much Shido's lap dog rn.
Then a voice pops in your head asking if your efforts start and end with the Phantom Thieves. Of course not, so you promise yourself to save everyone you possibly can and you get your second persona.
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"It appears your meddling has cause problems for more than your own.
Then end you seek goes against the will of the world, continuing down this path shall will bring great struggle and hardship.
Do you still plan to defy the gods of this world, knowing all will be against you?"
"I don't care. In this world, I'll make sure—"
Your chest burns as you gaze upon the fight happening before you. It feels like daggers are stabbing into every inch of your skin, twisting, but you stand tall. Not once taking your eyes off of what you now perceive as your ultimate goal.
"—I'll make sure no one has to die!"
"Then it would seem you have finally clipped all threads tying you to fate. I shall lend you my strength to brave this future head on!
I am thou… Thou art I…
Carve out a path of your own and show fate its place!"
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You don't allow yourself a moment to ponder the implications of getting a second persona before you're jumping into the fray to help Akechi.
After a long fight and subsequently long interrogation with a sword at your neck, you manage to convince him that you want to help. Also to wait to doubt the validity of your future knowledge by telling him about Shido's plans with Medjed. He nearly slit your throat for that alone though…
Going back to the thieves you don't say shit and you all take down Kaneshiro. Afterwards it's a barrage of studying and being dragged to hangout left and right before Akechi runs into all of you in the subway. He points out your group is sus as fuck and you can tell he expects to meet up with you later.
Meeting up in Mementos again he says he believes you and is willing to work with you to change the future cause fuck fate. Especially if it means he lives to see the fall of Shido. He also has a few choice words he wants to say to the gods you described… with his sword.
You both agree to plan in the background before revealing him or your full hand to the rest of the thieves. You try to at least get Ren in on it too, but Akechi can barely handle your sudden team up. He's not immediately jumping for joy at the thought of anyone else.
Alibaba shenanigans happen. The thieves try to pry who they are out of you, but you feel it's easier if they figure it out themselves. You don't know what would change if you told them and just went in. It's not worth the risk of Futaba not overcoming her perception herself or gaining her persona.
One break-in later you're in her palace and… It sucks.
Most of the palace has changed to reflect the many mods you injected into the game. Makoto thinks it's because her palace is so disconnected from everything else, your presence effects it more. All to say most of the shadows in here are beyond irritating. When you were playing the game, it was annoying and bullshit sure, but now actually having to fight these things has put the fear of God into you.
Every fight is life or death more than before. If a shadow can hit a weakness they will, if it has an insta-kill you better bet it's going to land it at least once, if it can inflict an ailment it just so happens it will use the more BS modded version. Burn will bring someone to the brink of death, despair saps every ounce of energy someone has left, rage is now a worse brainwash, and a ton of new ailments you wish you could remember from the mod. Of course they can access moves that shouldn't exist too.
The bosses are a whole different nightmare themselves.
Slow as you all were, you were able to make through a majority of the palace. Only to get stopped by a boss only weak to bless. You're able to get around it for now, but you need to go that way eventually. Ren doesn't have anything of value and you're no help in this case. To not risk all of your lives in this shithole he chooses to grind in Mementos to fuse a decent bless persona.
You know it won't be enough though, so you rush to inform Akechi that he might be needed earlier than planned. He asks why so you tell him how everything's gone and he blames you. After staging a meetup in Mementos Akechi joins the team as Crow to everyone's disappointment, besides you and Ren.
When you fight the boss again it's still a struggle, but Akechi makes it so much more bearable.
The palace crawling goes a little smoother than before with the extra member, but it still takes a few days to get to the end. During this time you and Akechi are desperately trying to rework your plans. You also ask him how he's holding up going through Futaba’s palace, but he brushes you off redirecting you to how she would feel with him here. You feel awful and resolve to tell her when she wakes up.
The Wakaba fight happens as normal, but this time with you and Akechi included. He hates seeing her again and Ren takes notice.
When summer break officially starts for everyone Ren basically kidnaps you and Akechi. He gets you to explain yourselves and becomes the next to be in on the planning. He asks when you and Akechi planned to tell everyone else and you don't have an answer, which disappoints him. He agrees to help with initial planning to avoid all the drama that happens during and after the Hawaii trip, but only if you tell everyone afterwards.
After that you're playing the waiting game.
You hangout with the thieves, explore Mementos with Akechi and Ren, more planning + stress over the Hawaii trip after remembering the principal dies, Ren informing you over the unique state of your soul— wait what?
Apparently soon after your Mementos trip, Igor informed Ren that your soul is beyond what he’s seen before. You're not a wild card, so you can't get personas on your own, but you can still wield multiple. Then when Ren asked how you could get more, he called you a leech. Someone capable of stealing personas, no matter how strong, and keep them forever. No matter how hard he tried to get it back, he wouldn't be able to without killing you. Fusing a new one would also be impossible if you were to ever obtain one, so he told Ren to be weary around you. Maybe break the team up altogether. Hell, that Akechi guy is also suuuper sketchy and untrustworthy so he totally shouldn’t be working with either of you at all.
Akechi had nothing to say about the obvious try at manipulation, while you went of on a rant about "Igor" calling you a leech.
One more Mementos trip and figuring out what the faker meant by "leech" you gain your third persona!
Around this time you also remember your palace still might exist. Out of pure curiosity you enter and find it's nothing like the thieves described. At least not anymore. Some time between now and your sudo change of heart it's shifted from a normal palace to something more akin to the thieves den. There's rooms where your personas reside in (you count six with no room for more) and what looks like a war table in the middle.
During one of your Mementos runs a door also appears for you, leading you straight into your palace. This instantly gives you an idea you can't wait to tell the planning committee.
It has to wait though because Futaba wakes up and puts a stop to the fake Medjed. The thieves then switch gears and put their efforts into making her more comfortable with all of you. Things proceed as normal, besides her outing you being a seer immediately. You correct her ("I wish. I just played a game where all of you were the characters" "Oh… What??") and move onto the beach episode.
Later on Futaba comes up to you and asks if you know what happened to her mother.
It's a very intense, emotionally driven conversation. You're trying desperately to explain why you had to bring Akechi in did you really though? and vaguely explain his side while Futaba is rightfully pissed off. She feels gross knowing her mothers killer was in her head.
She tells you to leave her alone and you do, now wondering if you're going about this the wrong way.
You spend the next day trying to finalize your plan with Ren and Akechi, while also trying not to let the guilt eat you from the inside out. It's also agonizingly difficult to focus when a major part of the problem is sitting next to you.
Akechi ends up pulling you to the side after one to many caught glances had his irritation bubble over. He doesn't take you brushing off the problem lightly with it impeding on the planning, so you spill and tell him what happened with Futaba.
He doesn't have much to say about this situation, not much positive anyway. Though he does say you’re the only one that can tell them what's happening, so you have to get your shit together. You fucked up, but you need to focus now so people will stop dying through the Metaverse.
The meeting concludes with no solutions made again.
There's still time before you have to call it a day, so you make cookies to act as a peace offering gift for Futaba. You knock on her door hoping she responds so you can apologize for the gross negligence of her feelings. When she doesn't respond you leave a note and homemade cookies before going home.
The next meeting you're able to stay on track and able to come up with a plan. You can't deal with Okumura, at least not yet. If you were to change his heart, Akechi will be forced to either kill him or go into hiding. Letting him die isn't an option, but going into hiding is too risky. Though you can't leave him alone either. Shido wanted him dead to begin with, if it doesn't look like the Phantom Thieves are interested in looking into him at all there's a chance he might send Akechi to kill him anyway. It's easy to forge a calling card, that's what they do with the principal after all.
So during the Hawaii school trip, Akechi will take Morgana (for the support. He says he doesn't need it but you insist) and try to recruit Haru to your cause. While he's doing that you're also waiting for the poll to pop up and fester for a little. Once it has, the idea is to make a big show of it being fraudulent and how all this evidence popping up against him is too sudden. At the end making sure to note that you will be looking into this yourselves later. Hopefully by the time everyone else comes back you'll have a new member and be ready to move onto phase two.
To change Sugimura's heart.
Haru still needs to be saved before October 11th, and the Phantom Thieves still need a public target. This kills two birds with one stone. Then on the same day you plan to send the calling card to change his heart, you'll also kidnap Okumura.
You're not actually going to do that, but the plan does involve making the public think he's gone missing. Both Ren and Akechi (and you tbh) can't believe this is what your plan devolves into, but the best way to make sure he stays alive is to keep him in somewhere safe where no one can find him. Somewhere you can easily bring him where not even he will know you're involved.
The Metaverse is the easiest solution. While Mementos isn't an option, your palace will keep him out of danger. It'd be easy to have Akechi go up, trick Okumura into the Metaverse (possibly with the help of Haru if she agrees to join), and convince him to agree to hide away for a while. Then Akechi brings him to your palace. Your personas will also make sure he won't even remember his time there.
His sudden disappearance should also cause the public's uproar a little more and Shido to question what's going on. Hopefully he's more focused on finding you guys than killing Okumura.
Safe to say you're not particularly proud of this plan, but none of you have come up with anything else and Hawaii is around the corner so this will have to do.
You're plan wavers into jot notes and vague ideas after this. Plans usually never stay on course so you have to revisit what to do when everyone's on the same boat. You have 45 days after the 11th before Shido's palace is initially supposed to start. Removing days you'll be focused on something else, that only leaves about 34 days for you to figure out something attention grabbing and follow through.
Before you can get there you still have to do the first part of your plan, and unfortunately the first part of the plan requires Futaba. She's the only one that can hack the Phansite to leave the initial message. Your positive Futaba's still mad at you and there's no way in hell she even wants to be in the same room as Akechi. That leaves Ren to try and get her on board so he leaves to go talk to her.
When he comes back he arrives with Futaba in tow. You tense when she comes over to you, but are surprised when she clings to your clothing.
"I'm still mad at you, but if you promise not to hide anything like that from me or anyone again I'll forgive you."
You give her your word and tell her you'll inform everyone once you get back from the trip to Hawaii.
She ignores the massive elephant in the room for a while longer before turning to Akechi. She starts by saying she'll never forgive him, but wants to hear why he did it though his own mouth.
He evades answering the question in any satisfying way until you heavily gesture that he should be a little honest. Once he provides the bare minimum he walks out and Ren goes after him, leaving you with Futaba. You accidental sigh out wondering if you're doing anything right. Futaba tells you you're trying to save a murderer with a tragic backstory, a rich guy that exploits the working class until they die, and are sad over not being able to help your pushover, sad excuse of a principal that happily endorses the man behind the slaughter. There's not many ways you can do any of that "correctly."
You thank her and she just reminds you that you have to tell her all about the game. When you try to say that wasn't what you promised she just turns around, pretends to not listen and threatens to rescind her forgiveness.
Ren comes back without Akechi. He informs the both of you he had to head back home, but he plans to follow through on his end of the plan. So you tell Futaba what she's going to be doing and head home yourself.
Now you're nervous about how you're plan's going to go. You hope well, but you highly doubt that after you let the rest of the thieves know Akechi is the Black Mask. Then you think about how you'd be telling them after he just killed someone and realize you should tell them a lot sooner.
School starts, you meet with everyone individually to explain what's going on. With Morgana, Ann and Yusuke it goes surprisingly better than you were expecting (though you suspect Morgana is only saving it to pester Ren about it later). Though it goes as expected with Ryuji and Makoto. They both already hated the guy so this was only adding fuel to the fire. You're hoping a talk with Ren will help Ryuji get his thoughts in order before he ends up lashing out at Akechi.
The Hawaii trip starts and the first part of the plan begins.
Futaba’s able to take down the poll on the Phansite and as suspected the public lashes out. Ren makes sure to inform Mishima not to put it back up. Morgana's and Akechi's side goes through a few hiccups, but in the end Haru agrees to join and Morgana helps her get her persona. Akechi had to leave at that point to get the principal on Shido's orders then lay low.
No one was able to enjoy the trip to Hawaii.
You all get back to Japan and things still do not go smoothly in the slightest. The meeting to explain who their next target is and why is… rough to say the least. Makoto is being more antagonistic than you hoped for, Futaba is giving him a wide berth and still doesn't really talk to you (though both were to be expected), Ryuji is calmer than you thought he would be but still aggressive, and Morgana clearly makes his disappointment known. Ann, Yusuke, and Haru are the only ones able to get through it without unworkable levels of aggression.
Ann is one of the kindest people you've ever met and willing to give him a chance (even if it's just 'cause you and Ren like him), Haru knew from the start this time around, and Yusuke can see where Akechi came from even if he doesn't understand how it got that extreme.
Everyone is emotionally exhausted by the end of the meeting, but you're able to explain what's going on to everyone else. The others are a bit upset to learn of this. They're disappointed you went off and planned on your own (and with Akechi which is super dangerous btw what were you thinking—) and force you to promise again to tell your teammates when something is happening. One by one. It's embarrassing but you do it.
Once that's done the hideout changes to your thieves den and you start Sugimura’s palace. It's… better and worse than you were expecting.
In terms of difficulty it's surprisingly not complete bullshit. You were expecting everything to be harder after the hell Futaba’s palace put you through, but it's a fair mix of "harder by Persona 5 standards" and "harder by your dogshit modded standards."
In terms of palace contents… it's more subtle than Kamoshida's, but still painfully obvious what's happening. You all want out of this palace as soon as possible. You're happy the war table in your thieves den is seeing some use though!
The treasure is located at the very top of this skyscraper of a palace. Futaba blames the height on his ego. When you all notice the treasure room shift occasionally to a bedroom, you secure your route and leave immediately.
The next day your plan is sent into motion. Morgana leaves to deliver the calling card to Sugimura, Akechi and Haru are sent to get Okumura, and Makoto and Futaba have to make sure there's no evidence left from either. The rest of you wait until Morgana comes back with word to enter Sugimura’s palace.
While you're waiting Ren gives you another persona that cost him nearly all the yen on his person. You would've scolded him right then and there, but you were much too focused on your new addition.
Once everyone shows up, they check on you to make sure there's no side effects of him being in your palace and your personas give you the okay. Everyone is still iffy on this plan, but Haru assures everyone that she'd rather they do this then have him found dead somewhere.
After one last once over everyone heads over to steal the treasure and encounter Sugimura's shadow. He's almost as gimmicky as Okumura’s and it annoys the fuck out of everyone, but you all get through it relatively fine.
While waiting for Sugimura's heart to change you all enter a period of limbo. You and Akechi want to plan ahead, but everyone else tells you to relax for a second. You've been stressed and need to take a minute before you explode. They also bring up that Sugimura hasn't even apologized yet so the waiting game begins again. During this time Haru tries to keep the business afloat as best she can before you can help with her father, Ren accidentally enters Maruki's palace with Yoshizawa, Akechi's keeping tabs on Shido, and you all enter Mementos a couple times when everyone's free to train and let off steam.
The celebration is still held at Destinyland. The trip is a little stained with stress, but you try to enjoy yourself anyway before you have to think about the future. You have more fun then you thought you would running around an amusement park just for yourselves. Akechi can't join since he has to play to Shido's whims and act like he's still looking, so you and Ren take a bunch of pictures and buy him souvenirs. At the end of the day you're all sitting around eating when Haru gets notified about a live stream and your blood runs cold.
For a brief moment you think you've failed at saving someone again, but your personas chime in and say Okumura’s still in your palace, and there was no way for Shido to know about Sugimura. It still does little to calm your nerves.
When Haru tunes in it appears to be a news live stream talking about Sugimura’s apology statement. He made what you could only assume was this worlds equivalent to a twitlonger. Explaining what he did and why he was so sorry and that he'd be stepping down to better himself. While there was no death on live TV this time around (thank god), this is still a little disappointing with no promise of jail time.
Ann and Yusuke note that this whole thing felt hollow. You all took down someone obviously deserving, but it feels like you didn't do anything. Makoto marks that on top of Sugimura not showing himself for his apology, it's probably because of the public's reaction.
They seemed.. split at best of this turn of events. A majority are unsatisfied to a certain extent. A lot of people where happy when they heard of everything Sugimura was doing, but a lot of people were still upset. No one knew who Sugimura even was (he's in politics so really that's their own fault but whatever), so the apology feels hollow. Yes you changed the heart of a scumbag, but how did you even find this guy? How'd you end up investigating him when the entirety of the internet was rallying behind Okumura?
Technically, this is still good for you. The Phantom Thieves just need to get their name out there—it doesn't necessarily have to be all positive, but it still leaves a bad taste in your mouth. Some of the others are more infuriated with the public perception as well.
Despite all your efforts, the night at Destinyland still ends on a sour note.
The next day during a meeting between you all (still minus Akechi), Okumura’s disappearance finally breaks out on the news.
This makes the public unrest even more palpable. A more than insignificant amount of people blaming the Phantom Thieves for not going after him first and letting him get away. Some people note that if the Phantom Thieves could find Kaneshiro, then surely you guys could find Okumura too! Some are also going so far as to suggest you kidnapped him, which isn't that far, but he agreed to be protected in the first place and it's wild they came up with that at all.
It makes every thief antsy and hard to keep their stress at bay. A new target—or at least something else eye-catching obviously has to be found soon. No one has any ideas though, not even you. Ann suspects the public won't be happy with whatever you do anyway. If it's not finding and changing Okumura’s heart they won't care.
Then Makoto reminds everyone that you all have to lay low for a while and act like normal students. Tensions are too high to do anything rash, and you have midterms to study for anyway. Disappointed and anxious, everyone splits off.
The next few days is a barrage of studying with your friends exams. You try your best to keep your mind off of everything and all of them are really good at acting like clowns or actually helping you study.
Coming into Shujin the day after you overhear some kids talking about the police. You… completely forgot about the investigation, so you quickly inform everyone over the group chat. Ryuji bashes you slightly for forgetting. Then Akechi is brought up and why he didn't say anything and hasn't said anything for a while now. He finally comes on, types out "I'm busy" and promptly leaves again. After Makoto remarks that everyone should be careful with what they say everyone shuts their phones off.
You're stressed during your interrogation, but they don't ask you much questions so you think you got through it fine. All they really did was ask easy yes or no questions you already knew not to lie about.
After school everyone meets at your place to discuss the interrogation, then move onto the investigation. They ask you if you remember what's going on, but before you can say anything Akechi appears out of thin air. When everyone shouts in surprise he's taking out the battery in his phone and tells everyone else to do the same.
He arrived at your apartment through the Metaverse 'cause he needed to be absolutely sure no one was tailing him. After they do that he finally divulges as to why he's been absent for so long.
He was busy dealing with everything at the precinct and trying to understand the sudden cold shoulder he's receiving from Shido.
Shido's still holding meetings with him, but all of them haven't been for anything important. No exchange of information, no targets—he's not even venting anymore, Shido's giving him nothing. It's all just to waste time, so Akechi can only assume Shido's become suspicious of him and trying to fish for evidence. A change in behaviour, connections he might have made, anything. All the extra work that's been piled on top of him is also probably to increase his stress and chances of tripping up.
To add onto the horrendous news he just dropped on you, he also informs everyone that Sae Niijima is on the brink of falsifying a case on the Phantom Thieves.
They ask how they managed to deal with all this in the game, and you tell them Ren just told her everything that happened and she joined their efforts. Before they get too happy about it though, you do note that Ren was locked in an interrogation room deep underground, beaten, and drugged. This was also after she received a calling card, so who knows if she'll listen as willingly as she did then.
"The police did WHAT!?"
"Long story worth over 100 hours of game play— look it's probably not going to happen so can we move on?"
"You can't just say that and expect us to get over it!"
Pushing aside the horrifying reality how far the police brutality and corruption goes, you can't talk to Sae Niijima without something more concrete to get her on your side. Since their ticket to taking it even a little easier is off the table, you all still have to lay low for a while. Makoto enlists all the second years to help in the festival executive committee to meet without suspicion.
Planning for the festival is as boring as you thought it was, and unfortunately the student body still want to see Akechi as their celebrity guest. He outright refuses to step anywhere near Shujin unless it's for an investigation, so you have to lie to the student body and get someone else "oh, we apologize, but we couldn't get Akechi. He's currently very busy working on the Phantom Thieves case and can't spare any time to stop by. So sad… anyway—"
The Cultural Festival is still a moderately fun time despite the impending doom it feels like your group is currently facing. Spending time with everyone takes your mind off of it at least for a little while.
The next day you wake up and remember the thieves are supposed to get slapped with a large bounty and hurry to watch the news. You played it the entire morning and even on the way to school, but no announcement of a bounty ever came. The Phantom Thieves still become wanted, but the police only ask for any information
It puts you on edge enough to inform everyone about the change. While they're glad there's no bounty on their heads, it's still concerning, and gives more credence into Shido putting his efforts into investigating Akechi. He is Shido's best asset, so having even an inkling that Akechi might have turned means a tighter leash on him and less opportunities for him to help you guys.
Not wanting to sit around and wait for Akechi to plan your next steps (he'd call you all morons if you ever did that anyway), Ren decides to at least scope out Maruki's palace to see if they could possibly deal with that earlier.
When you get in everything seems normal, but when you try and go beyond the entrance you all end up back outside. Going back in and trying another door yields the same results. Hearing laughing in the distance only makes the Thieves want to figure out what's going on more, so after Futaba checks the surrounding she says to try the front door twice. You walk in, turn around, and walk right through the door you just came in and somehow it leads you to… an empty hallway. Granted it is a different room, but it's still not really progress.
Everyone is already fed up with this palace when going back through the door again doesn't lead you back to the entrance, but into another hallway with more doors.
You are so lost at this point since none of this should even be happening at all. Yusuke wonders if this is some form of punishment for trying to do this "earlier" than intended, and Morgana thinks it might be some sort of defense mechanism.
Low and behold Morgana ends up being correct! Azathoth comes around claiming the cat is right and that he is protecting the palace in his rulers place. He laughs everyone for thinking he'd let them get anywhere, ignores any attempts made to fish for answers, and leaves.
Ryuji opens one of the doors in frustration and nearly gets punched in the face by a shadow.
You all spend… more time than you'd like to admit running around opening doors. Each new pathway always taking you back to the start at the end of it. Once everyone's to exhausted to continue and agrees that nothing's going to get done at this rate you finally leave.
You and Ren tell Akechi about everything that happened and he focuses on the fact Maruki's persona was personally talking to you guys. He thinks this would be a good opportunity to get information on Maruki without actually having to talk to him. He also notes that making progress in his palace might be impossible without learning more about his powers anyway. Ren agrees with him, so Akechi does his best to get time off for tomorrow.
Akechi manages to pull through, so the next day you're back in Maruki's palace with him in tow this time, hoping to gain something out of this visit. Be it information or by some miracle, progress.
Azathoth is there to greet you as soon as you step inside and calling your group "bold" for daring to come back. Akechi steps forward to try and manipulate it into telling him how Maruki's powers work. Azathoth see's through it though being able to read Akechi's mind, and instead offers to show everyone. Then it teleports everyone to different sides of the palace and places them under the effects of actualisation. It doesn't end up working on you since Azathoth isn't actually able to read into your deepest memories. There's not enough for him to draw upon to actualise into a fantasy for you, so instead to keep you out of the way he places you onto a pedestal. It's high enough that if you were to jump off you'd without a doubt break something.
When you're put up there all you can think about is the event that got you sent to this world in the first place, and break down. You're there for a while, hyperventilating and begging for someone—anyone—to get you down from there. You freak out when something starts to circle around your waist and pull you upwards until you're pulled into somebody. It takes a bit longer for you to calm down and open your eyes, and when you do your vision is filled with floating holograms filled with code and random hieroglyphs fluttering across the walls.
Futaba continues holding onto you tightly, trying to ground you and asks if you're doing any better. When you tell yes she says she's going to make her persona spit the both of you back onto the ground now. It's a short distance so you should be fine! You give her the okay and wait for your feet to finally touch the floor before you're thanking her profusely. She's a little embarrassed, but otherwise brushes it off. You're her friend and her teammate, she would never leave you in that kind of position. Especially when she knows how awful it is to feel that panicked.
Taking another moment to fully calm yourself, you remember everyone was supposed to be put under the effects of actualisation, and ask Futaba how she was able to save you.
She tells you she was, but her persona alerted her to you being in trouble. When she arrived and saw you in that state she realized she was in a fantasy and had to snap out of it to help you. You thank her again and set off to find the rest of your teammates.
You both end up coming across Ryuji and Makoto and freeing them from their fantasies, and afterwards you hear something collapse in the distance. Futaba brings you to where it supposedly happened, and when you enter you find the place has been utterly demolished.
Following the path of destruction leads you to Akechi. He's a mess. Breathing heavily on the floor and completely disheveled. He nearly cuts your head off when you try to walk towards him, but quickly puts his sword away when he realizes it's the real you.
The others stay off to the side while you're helping him up. Makoto asks him what happened here and Akechi's only response is to call this his hell.
They would've asked why, had the room not started to shift. Akechi's hold on you tightens as everything that was broken gets put back where it was in peak condition, and a couple people start to form out of the dust that was scattered across the floor.
Oh.
It's his parents.
You don't know much about his mother, other than the fact she killed herself, but watching Shido attempt to be fatherly towards Akechi is enough to make you gag. You can't begin to fathom how Akechi is taking this himself.
It quickly sinks in for the others what the gravity of the situation is. With the way his grip on you tightens even further, and the way his other hand twitches as if ready to throw his blade through their skull.
You're positive you're moments away from entering a fight, when lightning strikes them both, shocking them in place. It's Ryuji who announces it's time to leave, grabbing your other arm and bolting off with Futaba in Makoto's grasp running beside you.
"He's your dad??? No wonder you turned out the way you did."
"If the peanut gallery could shut the fuck up and focus on escaping I'm sure that'd be beneficial to everyone!"
You're all panicking running through hallway after hallway and coming to the realization that the house has suddenly turned into maze. You're weaving through the cognitions attacks and doing whatever you can to try and slow it down so you can backtrack if you ever come across a dead end.
Eventually you find the door you used to get in here, but it won't budge which effectively makes it a dead end. You quickly turn around to try and find a different exit, but the cognitions have caught up to you and trapped you there. They fuse together with a bunch of objects in the surrounding area and become an amalgamation of things you assume Akechi's supposed to love. There's no way around it now, so you're forced to fight it.
The only thing this… thing seems to be weak to is gun, but very quickly you all run out of bullets. It seemed like all anyone could do was scratch it when trying anything else, and soon the fight turned from "is this weak to any other element?" to "is there anything in this area I can throw at it to simulate gun damage?"
In the midst of everyone outside of Akechi rooting through household objects, Futaba is able to come up with a plan. A plan that requires Akechi to enter her persona with her for a bit while the rest of you keep the cognition occupied. Akechi's the only one with gun skills so it'd be a pain to let him off the front lines, but you all trust Futaba and tell him to get in the UFO. After a moment of hesitation he eventually does.
They're separated from the fight for some time, long enough for the pressure to start being felt by the rest of you, but Akechi soon descends from Necronomicon. He walks past everyone, only to aim his gun right at the cognition. Futaba tells the rest of you to stand back before starting to charge his gun. That's when you notice the green pixels flying off of his gun in sparks.
Once it's fully charged and Futaba shouts at him to fire, you're surprised when he calls out to Hereward and is actually able to summon him.
Hereward shoots its arrow at the same time Akechi pulls the trigger and creates a massive explosion on impact with the cognition. When the smoke dissipates and you see no part of that monstrosity remained, the doors behind you opened. Everyone is swift to make their exit, and while you are too, you can't help but ask about what you just witnessed.
"When'd you get Hereward!? You've been using Loki this whole time??"
"Just now."
"???"
You're utterly confused and Akechi refuses to elaborate. When you look towards the others to see if they have any answer, Makoto shakes her head, Ryuji shrugs, and Futaba looks away.
While wandering around looking for any of the other Thieves, Makoto and Ryuji waste no time asking what the hell all of that just was. Akechi for the first time willingly answers questions asked of him (no you're not upset he answered them and not you. Of course not). The questions he chose to answer end up with him talking shit about Shido and ignoring everything else, but it does help the three not in the know understand him more.
Finally you run into the Thieves not already with you and make a b-line to the exit. It's safe to say this try at Maruki's palace was also a bust, so you leave pretty dejected having made no progress at all.
Everyone's mood—though already sour—immediately gets shot when you bump into Sae Niijima as soon as you leave the palace.
Filled with confusion, suspicion, and righteous fury, she demands you come with her to her apartment.
She was looking for Akechi. It was urgent, and he wasn't responding to her messages. When she asked around, the last place people saw him at was the stadium. She went thinking he was following a clue, only to see all of you appearing out of thin air.
Once you get there, the conversation with her quickly devolves. It turns from Sae sternly talking to you all and everyone trying to provide her with answers, to her yelling about all the trouble your group has caused and everyone frantically trying to rebut her claims. She doesn't believe a word any of you say and finds it baffling that you're somehow the cause behind Japan's recent incidents. You're at your wits end when she starts to harp on Makoto for getting involved with the Phantom Thieves, comparing her to their father, then trying to walk away.
None of you can allow her though, not when she's still so wound up and will clearly sell you out immediately. Makoto and Ryuji block her way to the door and everyone is trying to get her to listen, but it only makes her more agitated. When all seems to be reaching a boiling point, you hear someone behind you starting up the navigation app and without delay you're all sent into the Metaverse.
The house for the most part looks the same, except now there are two Makotos. It's Akechi that passes from behind you, dressed in his red and white rebel outfit, and explains why he sent everyone here. The only way to make sure she couldn't leave and force her to listen to us was to show her. What better way to show her than with her own palace?
Sae's still angry, even when looking at two Makotos she just thinks it's some form of joke, until Morgana starts to speak. Almost instantly all anger turns into confusion, and gets worse when you tell her that's your cat.
Now she's finally willing to listen to you, Ren's able to explain what's going on from when he arrived to now with everyone else chiming in here and there. To help explain the concept of Palaces to her, since you were already in one you went towards where her casino is. It's a reality check for her, when you explain what's in there and she has a brief encounter with her shadow.
Afterwards you exit her palace. She tells you she understands what you guys are doing now and that she needs a moment to clear her head. You still can't fully trust that she won't tell anybody, so Makoto elects to go with her for support.
Now that you all can finally breath everyone nearly collapses where they are.
You melt into your chair while everyone else talks about the events leading up to now. You chime in a couple times when they're talking about Sae, then they start to talk about what happened in Maruki's palace.
They each go over their own experiences when you all were separated by Azathoth. You learn Ren wasn't one of the people completely effected by the actualisation. He was put into a fantasy, but couldn't be fooled into thinking it was real so he was able to escape and help the others you and Futaba didn't find.
Despite the others mostly opening up (Everyone involved in Akechi's skirts around the topic. Akechi just calls it shit and asks to move on) you're very brief about yours and completely downplay the event, only saying that Azathoth couldn't use actualisation on you for reasons unknown and just put you somewhere high up so you couldn't interfere. You don't get to move on from it though, because Futaba ends up mentioning how awful you actually felt. While explaining the fantasy that Azathoth gave to her brought her mother back, the only way she realized it was fake was because she ended up in the room you where kept in. You were near inconsolable and could barely hear a word she was saying. The only way to help was to snap out of the fantasy herself and use her persona to get you down from there.
You get sympathy looks from some that you wave off as just your fear of heights getting the better of you, but the others look at you with some form of guilt. That's when Ann asks if it's really just a fear of heights. You're confused as to why she'd even ask, then she brings up your palace and you freeze. Then you realize everyone looking at you with some form of guilt are the ones that explored your palace ages ago.
They explain the only way to defeat your shadow without killing it was to use your fear of heights against it. It screamed a lot and they felt terrible for doing it, and one of the many things it ended up shout at them was "Please, I'll do whatever you want, just don't push me."
You're horrified that they've known this the whole time and they feel bad for forgetting to ask. Now everyone is staring at you waiting for you to say literally anything in response, but you have no idea how to tell them. You still don't even want to think about it.
Before you can say anything and therefore can keep delaying processing all of that, the TV cuts to a broadcast. Unfortunately, it'd the SIU Director.
Everyone in the room glances to Akechi for answers, but he's unfortunately just as confused as everyone else. That in itself is terrible news.
He proceeds to go on and on about how the Phantom Thieves are an egregious danger to this society, how outside of hacking their ways of "changing hearts" are completely unknown. Are they getting blackmail? Are they threatening them in person? Could they possibly be staging every ordeal? Or is it something even more sinister? Then he blames the death of principal Kobayakawa on them, how there was a calling card found in his office yet statements on it were kept quiet, and suggests that something similar might've happened to Okumura. He states these "Phantom Thieves of Hearts" to be public enemy number one and offers a fifty million yen reward for any information useful to the investigation.
Everyone is shocked and outraged, but falls silent when Akechi's phone rings. He answers the call in another room while the rest of you sit in tense silence.
When he comes back he reveals he's been given a deadline. Find and kill the Phantom Thieves before the end of November. Shido didn't say what would happen if he didn't, but it's not hard to piece together what the consequences are.
Everyone takes a moment to calm down while waiting for Sae and Makoto to come back and tell them what just happened. Sae promises that she won't sell you out and suggests that you all should go home so you can think things through with a clear head tomorrow.
The next day when you all come together you get to planning. It's clear Shido and the Director are trying to goad you into delving into the palace of someone on the investigation team. That would severely lower the number of people Akechi has to look into. You can't go after the Director since that would still be falling into his trap yet again. It seems the only way to stop this is and save yourselves + Akechi at the same time is to go after the man himself to expose the conspiracy.
So now you have to switch gears and deal with Shido before Akechi’s deadline. The only problem is you still have Okumura tucked away in your palace. You don't know how much time you'll have after you beat Shido before the Metaverse takeover, so you're going to have to complete two palaces at the same time. Knowing how each palace has gone up to this point, both are going to be extremely hard as well.
Everyone is stressed and already exhausted, so you all decide to go home and rest for tomorrow. Before you get too far away though Ren pulls you aside and asks you to follow him. He brings you into Mementos telling you he has a persona for you. You're excited for about two seconds until he tells you it's Hell Biker.
"Are you being serious right now?"
"He has fifty in magic and sixty in agility."
"I'm listening."
Ren tells you he's been working on Hell Biker alongside Arsène since he learned he could give you personas. Now seemed like a good time to give him to you since you'll need all the coverage and firepower your team can get. Also because he's worried. He's worked on this forever (3 months) he needs you to have him.
You're overjoyed you get to have one of the skeletons on your team and at how much work Ren put into him.
When you accept him into your heart you're expecting the serene experience with slight hints to their element thrown in that the other personas given to you had. What you were not expecting was for a burn so intense to bring you to your knees and adrenaline to start pumping through your veins. It's even more surprising to watch his form morph into something else. Not by much, but noticeable enough to question why anything about it was changing in the first place. Then he speaks,
"So you are the one that changes fate? Very well. I am Ghost Rider, and together we will be the saviours of the innocent! Let us show those sinners the true meaning of Hell!"
Half of his moves also mutate into better versions of themselves, before the burn fades away and your body releases its tension.
Ren helps you up as you both watch the newly formed Ghost Rider hitch up his monster of a motorcycle in one of the side areas and everything around it change to match. Switching from looking at him to his stats you find they've all increased.
"… This is the best thing you could have ever given to me."
Ren, after getting over his shock, of course acts cocky about it before you check him in the arm. He laughs it off, then sincerely tells you he's happy it got stronger for you. He still needs to figure out what the best persona would be for your last slot, so the sudden mutation was beneficial in the meantime.
The next day you all meetup again to decide what to do. You only have around a month, given the deadline Shido's set for Akechi, but who knows if he'd pull the trigger earlier then that. That makes Shido top priority, but you can’t ignore the possibility of that being the catalyst of the Metaverse takeover. If that happens then you can't do anything to Okumura. Seeing as it'd be too inefficient to do one before the other, it comes to the terrible conclusion to do them at the same time. If you split into to teams, one to work on Okumura’s palace and one to do Shido’s, then the problems they could potentially face down the line don't apply.
No one really wants to, either because they know the next palaces are going to be extremely hard or because the thought of going in with a small group in itself is difficult, but you all know you can pull it off. You have to.
After some deliberation, you all manage to decide who's going to be on what team.
On operation Shido there's Joker, Crow, Mona, Panther, and Fox, while on operation Okumura has You, Skull, Queen, Oracle, and Noir.
It felt wrong to move either Ren or Akechi to do Okumura’s Palace since they both have a personal stake in Shido's. You, obviously, were sent to Okumura’s as the only other person with multiple personas and knowledge of his palace. As much as you'd love to help them deal with that piece of shit, the firepower is needed on Okumura’s side.
That does leave both wildcard's in the other palace, so you can't help but ask who's supposed to be the leader on your team. Everyone gives you various looks, from surprised, to disbelief, and amusement. It takes you a moment to understand why.
"… Wait it's me!? I don't know the first thing about leading a team!"
"Haven't you technically already lead our team to victory multiple times?"
"Yeah, in the game! This is completely different I don't know the first thing about—"
Ren places a hand on your shoulder to stop you before you ramble yourself into a panic. He only had one thing to say,
"You'll be fine."
You don't know if you should be embarrassed that was all it took for you to calm down.
Once you discuss a little more on how each team is going to operate you split off. Each group going towards their respective targets location to start their palaces. Ren does make sure to give you half of the coffee and curry supply to hopefully make up for the half of the team your missing. He also tries to shove a majority of his healing items and smoke bombs onto you since your team doesn't have a backup member. It takes a while before you get on the train to head towards Okumura foods.
You arrive with your members and find an alleyway nearby to go over his palace in more detail. When you're about to head inside so you can use the war table in your palace to help with descriptors, you get a message from Ren. He's telling you to hold on for a moment and saying he's leaving the final decision to you. You would've asked him what he meant if the answer didn't come barreling into you at top speed.
It's Yoshizawa. She wants to help.
You want to deny her help since this has nothing to do with her at all and the stakes have gotten extremely dire, but she's still insistent. Especially since she figured out you're going in with such a small group. You can't deny that you know she's good and having an extra person would only be beneficial, so after talking it over with the others, you acquiesce and let her on the team as Violet. Though, you make her promise that this is going to be the only palace she helps you with.
Now that your team has a party of 5 attackers, 3 of which can also heal (that's including you), and a navigator, it makes you feel a little better about diving into Okumura’s palace.
You head into your palace first to get Yoshizawa up to speed and describe the layout of Okumura’s palace (at least the games layout. You don't know if it's changed or not). Once everyone's got everything down you head into his palace proper.
You find Okumura’s palace has altered in ways that makes it all the more irritating to get through. He is simultaneously, more confident in his position, yet more terrified of getting taken down one way or another. The shaky agreement you currently have with him saves him from Shido, but now he also knows Shido wants him dead. Sure you've lent out your hand to help him, but the Phantom Thieves are still a rouge vigilante group that change the hearts of the corrupt, and the Black Mask is an assassin working for Shido. Even if siding with you guys is a safer bet, to him every side is a loss.
His shadow is… without a better way to put it, completely delusional because of this. He never physically shows himself, but he's constantly heard over the speakers and occasional TV broadcast. It drives all of you insane, though it does lead you to learning how to navigate the area faster.
On one of your runs through and quickly getting tired of hearing Okumura’s shadow mouthing off, you remark how nice it would be if Prometheus could carry you all. Futaba tells you she could fit one extra person in there at most. Ryuji then says it would be nice if they could all just ride their personas, before summoning Seiten Taisei and attempting to jump onto his cloud.
It works.
That in turn makes you summon Ghost Rider to try and get on his bike. After he scoots back a bit you perfectly fit on the seat infront of him.
Makoto gets on Anat in motorcycle form, Haru is able to join behind her, and Futaba lets Yoshizawa into Prometheus.
With this revelation the palace exploration goes by much quicker. You're even able to skip a couple of the puzzles thanks to both yours and Ryuji's lack of self preservation (you both mostly just want to reach the end to make Okumura shut up).
"I bet I could make that jump."
"I could just fly over."
"How about that's a long fall with spinning gears at the bottom so neither of you should do anything!"
In about a week, your team reaches the end of Okumura’s palace and secures the route to his treasure. When you reach the rendezvous point excited to tell the others about the news, it's dampened when you notice the other team hasn't arrived yet. Makoto then notes you've arrived a little early and to give them a bit more time to show up.
Over ten minutes past the meetup time and they still haven't shown up. Futaba checks to see if their phones are even getting service. They aren't, so they must still be in the Metaverse.
Worried for their safety, you all agree to go to Shido's palace. Though you make sure Yoshizawa gets on the train home first and promise to text her when you're out. None of you want her anywhere near the politician.
As soon as you enter, Futaba tracks their location and you all set off. It's when she notices there's a powerful signature in the area with them you get her to patch you all into coms.
"Joker! What's going on over there? Are you guys okay??"
"What the— What are you guys doing here!?"
"You were late!"
You're all speeding towards the location Futaba gave you when an explosion suddenly shakes the yacht. The others are frantic on the other side of coms and when you reach the side of the boat they're on you can see why.
They're fighting way off the side of the boat on pillars of ice. The side of the ship where you vaguely remember the IT President's room is lit ablaze. Almost like a meteor struck that exact spot. You assume that was the cause of the explosion earlier.
The others are trying to ask what the hell happened here. Key word trying, since they're frantic themselves and trying to figure out a way up that won't have everyone slip and fall into the water below. Eventually Ren breaks away for a moment to give you answers.
This is the IT Director. He was just some nerd in a suit, but then they accidentally pissed him off. He proceeded to turn into Oberon, shock everyone in the room, take the letter and fly off the side of the ship. They've been trying to get him back on the ship, but he's as fast as a bullet, and anytime they get close he summons a Titania to protect him. Titania also keeps breaking the pillars and it's taking a toll on Yusuke. Akechi then interrupts to ask if you're going to stand around and watch, or get up there and help.
Ryuji and Futaba fly up to get to the fight faster while you, Makoto, and Haru have to climb up the side of the yacht to jump over. It takes all of you to enact a plan to get the IT Director back on the ship, and when he is, you and Ren waste no time trapping him there. Surrounded by a wall of fire, he has no where to go as you both pummel him into the ground and take the letter from him. At that Ren calls it a day and you all head back.
(Of course you inform Yoshizawa about what happened and it takes a long time to calm her of her guilt and to stop worrying about you all)
The next day you're debating whether you should steal Okumura's treasure now or closer to Shido's. There's good points for both, waiting mostly in favour of his safety, but Akechi brings up how useful Okumura could be if done now. He could be an immense boon once they plan to write and send out Shido's calling card since he was deep into the conspiracy. While true, Futaba does clap back that they'd still have to wait for the change of heart to fully come into affect. Who knows how long that'd take or if it'd even get done in time. Then there's the obvious problem if Shido finds out he's back he'd just try to kill him.
It's Haru that steps up next, saying she could keep his return a secret from everyone. That way there'd be little risk in taking his treasure now. Even if the change isn't finished in time, they'll at least won't have to worry about it later. When everyone asks if she's okay with the possibilities of it going wrong, she solidifies her stance. She wants her father to get better, but she also wants to make sure Shido gets convicted for as much of his crimes as possible. So she'll make sure both succeed.
The only problem with the plan is the public's opinion since they wouldn't be able to make a grand gesture of Okumura's calling card, but at this point no one cares that much. If anything they're irritated that public opinion matters that much at all. There isn't anyone with a better plan that appeases the public while also dealing with both of their targets in a better manner so it has to do anyway.
Later on, you have Sae deliver the calling card to Okumura, feigning that it was left at the door and interrogating him over it. When she tells you he read it and looked manic your previous team absolutely dreads the fight. The others that have yet to experience his palace worry for the state of it at your reactions.
Okumura's fight, for better or for worse, has barely seen any changes. The only difference is him being more frantic in his decisions and overall being more unpredictable. Which sucks since all the shadows and cognitions have more nullifications and repels that always comes back to bite you. He's also yapping the whole fight, and while your team was used to his nonsense (unfortunately), the other team was not. You're pretty sure Akechi would've shot him if he wasn't trying to be as careful as possible.
When you finally win the fight and take his treasure, you're now waiting for it to take effect and acting as normal as possible.
During the waiting game, Akechi is almost never around since he still has to act like he's searching for the Phantom Thieves, but there is one day where he asks to meet you in your palace. When you arrive he's already there, and he doesn't wait long before he's
He tells you he's giving you Loki.
You think he's insane.
Then he starts to go off on how he doesn't really need Loki, Hereward and him are basically the same. Hereward is just stronger in every way and knows Rebellion Blade. He also doesn't even need Loki's ability anymore and Hereward has a more useful ability anyway. And he's not annoying like Loki is so—
Akechi's basically giving you the worst sales pitch in the world, but you start to figure out where this decision is really coming from. Without another moment of hesitation you stop him from further making a fool of himself to give your answer.
"Sounds like a pain. I'd be more than happy to take him off your hands."
After he collects himself, Akechi begins the transfer and Loki slowly comes into your view. The feeling is just as intense as it was with Ghost Rider, but instead of the feeling of fire coursing through your veins, it's a bone chilling freeze creeping up your spine. Though this time you're prepared and continue to stand tall. You don't want to collapse encase Loki would see that as a weakness and somehow reject you, but he breaks that train of thought quickly.
"YOU ALREADY KNOW OF ME, AND I OF YOU. YOU HAVE PROVED YOUR WORTH LONG AGO. WE SHALL CLAIM VICTORY OVER ALL AND LET NOTHING STAND IN OUR WAY. MAY THE GODS FALL BENEATH OUR FEET."
When Loki's fully accepted into your heart and the pain subsides, you watch as the last room in your Thieves Den morph into one perfectly fitting for him. Then you go to check his stats and can't believe what you're looking at. His move pool is so much larger than any of your other personas. You have to do a double take and count everything just to make sure you're not making things up.
You have access to everything.
Every move or ability Loki has ever used is available to you.
Including Call of Chaos.
You're staring at the list in shock while Loki is laughing somewhere in the room. If he's laughing at you, at the mayhem he thinks/hopes you'll get up to, or just at the situation you don't know. Akechi walks next to you looking more smug than he was before.
"I hope he does you well."
You're overwhelmed. So overwhelmed that you don't think twice before you're pulling him into a hug. He's stiff for a moment, then relaxes and just lets it happen.
"Thank you Akechi."
"… It's Goro."
While you're stunned at the next emotional bomb he just dropped on you, Akechi successfully pushes you away and promptly speed walks over to the exit. He informs you he's stayed around for too long and has to get back to looking like he's doing work, then makes his leave.
A couple days later with no sign of Okumura getting out of his slump or Shido making any sort of moves, you all head back into Shido's palace. Everyone's relieved to finally have the full party back together again. Especially knowing that this last letter will probably have them run into cognitive Akechi. A fight that sounds like it's going to be extremely taxing since they're expecting The Cleaner to be hard enough.
Once you take out his goons and follow him into the Engine Room, you're unfortunately proven right. He has no weaknesses, something you were expecting since the original is the same, but he's also immune to your strongest fighters. It's completely irritating, but more doable than the last guy was and you beat him without too much issue. The real problem comes after.
Everyone heals up and replenishes their energy before leaving the Engine Room, to unfortunately be greeted by cognitive Akechi waiting on the other side.
He spouts a lot of nonsense similar to what he originally said in the game, everyone disputes him, Goro tells him to fuck off and die, and the fight commences.
This world's Shido must've thought he was some unkillable god of some kind in the Metaverse 'cause the fight is utterly ridiculous. It doesn't help that he keeps summoning shadows to his side, making the fight more cluttered than it needed to be. You all know Shido's faith in Goro has waned though, so everyone tries to figure out where to poke to get the cognition to slip.
When everyone is on that, Goro slips over to you to ask if you know how to use Loki. When you reply that of course you do, he's your persona now, Goro just says that's great and to get ready. As soon as the others find cognitive Akechi’s breaking point, you and Goro strike. The look on the cognitions face when he realizes the real Goro’s no longer the one in control of Loki is absolutely priceless.
It's a thrill moving in tandem with Goro. There's a level of sheer violence that no one else has that's so invigorating all you can do is laugh alongside him. You don't bat an eye when he shoots his doppelganger in the face. If anything you feel lighter than you did before.
That's one fate you've finally managed to change for good. Even though you still have a ways to go before you're out of the absolute worst of it, it still feels like your efforts are finally bearing fruit. The cognition you just watched Goro wipe being the proof.
Now with all the letters in your possession, you're able to open the door and secure the route to Shido's treasure. Now all that's left is to see if Okumura will change in time, or if you have to continue without his additions.
A few days after, Haru informs everyone Okumura's change of heart has finally gone through. She had to do a lot of convincing to get her father to stay put and not make any sudden announcements, but he did eventually concede. With a little bit of negotiating with Sae and a few scant sightings of Black Mask, Okumura agrees to help the Phantom Thieves take down Shido (not that he needed much convincing, but some definitely needed to be made when it came to what information needs to shared to the public and what can wait for trial).
It takes a couple more days to get the footage, but when you do
It goes over about the same as it did in the game. The Phantom Thieves hacking multiple news stations to send out their video calling card to Shido. With the addition of you of course, but Goro refused to make an appearance. Despite everything he still doesn't want to openly associate with the Phantom Thieves, and says it's beneficial for it to stay that way.
One major change does happen at the end, which makes the public go wild (and you can only hope it drives Shido mad). Okumura makes his appearance at the end, openly apologizing for everything he's done and lifting the veil on the conspiracy. Shido is a maniac, and has an assassin he only knows as the Black Mask under his belt. He is responsible for all of the mental shutdowns and psychotic breakdowns happening around Japan. All he can do now is apologize profusely for his appalling behaviour in taking apart of this and turn himself into the police.
When his section cuts off and the declaration to steal Shido's heart has been made you all jump in.
The talk with Shido's shadow at the start is… rough to say the least, but it's not like you weren't expecting that. It was already charged when it was just the Phantom Thieves with Ren. Now that Goro's here too it makes listening to him so much more infuriating.
The fight is also more or less what you expected. The horrendous fusion of Shido's ego and the bonus difficulty increase was comically easy to guess and plan around. Granted it doesn't make the battle any easier to actually fight against, but you're as prepared as you possibly could. Especially Ren, who's somehow managed to become over prepared, but at this point you can't even blame him.
When you get separated from the battle with the other Phantom Thieves, it leaves the only ones left facing Shido to be Ren Amamiya and Goro Akechi.
In any other instance you'd be worried, every fight up to this point has been made so much harder, but you already know they'd never let him get the upper hand again. No matter how much harder he may be, he's going down now, and you get front row seats for such a spectacle.
There is a moment where you're worried Goro may actually go through with his original convictions and kill Shido, but Ren manages to talk him down from that. Goro also doesn't want to squander their chances of getting the other criminal convicted and killing a god, so instead he says he hopes Shido rots in prison and dies at somebody else's hand.
That's when the palace starts to collapse.
Without another moment to spare, Morgana transforms into his bus form for everyone to hop on, while those that can ride their own personas take the lead.
It's anxiety inducing dodging all the falling rubble and trying to pick paths that whoever is driving Morgana is able to follow through. A few times you've had to go a different way or just blast your way through the falling ship, but you quickly make your way to the start of the yacht.
Not wanting to even attempt getting the lifeboat (even though your memory of the game has slowly faded with time, you will never forget the Ryuji scare) you have everyone drive immediately into your palace. You get stuck there for a bit while it's deciding where it should spit you out now that the original exit is gone, but no one cares. You've all finally accomplished one of the biggest hurdles in your way.
With both Okumura and Shido having a change of heart, the public and the police force are frantic. Sae outright tells you your group is highly suspected to be the Phantom Thieves at this point, but they don't have any evidence to make an arrest. You're forced to lay low and not draw more suspicion towards yourselves unless you want to tempt the police to take action against you anyway.
This still isn't ideal. Even though nothing happened immediately after Shido's change, Yaldabaoth could still make his move at any moment. You can't do anything if you get arrested though, so you all pick one day to celebrate your victory over Okumura and Shido to get your minds off of everything.
After waiting a few days, the police only seem to get busier and busier. Dealing with two high level people, to them, basically confessing to a heinous conspiracy at the same time, public pressure forcing them to comb through every other candidate, needing to take in the SIU Director into custody, and having the Phantom Thieves still be at large on top of all that. They are stretched thin and barely holding on, but it does let them move a little more freely than earlier.
At some point when trying to studying for final exams with Yoshizawa, you accidentally let it slip that Maruki may be your next target. This obviously concerns her, and after a bit of convincing on her end and not wanting to sit around waiting for the world to end on yours, you agree to search through the palace with her.
You don't think you'd get into any fights since you're only scouting, but just in case you inform Ren where you're going and who you're with. Ren tells you it's a bad idea and informs you Morgana will be very disappointed if you go in. You reassure them that you plan on staying outside and at the entrance, only enough for Yoshizawa to get the picture. He relents, but if you're not back in less than an hour he's going in for you.
When you and Yoshizawa get in, you walk around the perimeter with her, trying to explain why his ideals—even though are done with good intentions—aren't exactly great. You wouldn't even be here discussing this if his desires weren't distorted in some way.
You think she's starting to understand why his mentality isn't necessarily a good one, but when you open the front door to show her some of the things inside things start to go horribly wrong. Beyond the door lies bright flashing lights, accompanied by the sound of slot machines and people chattering.
This is clearly not Maruki's palace.
You ask Yoshizawa to stay by the door and go further in to see if what you think is happening really is happening. Walking around you only find more and more slot machines, until you come across a shadow at a desk. She's selling membership cards for fifty-thousand coins. You think you're going to scream.
On the way back towards Yoshizawa you notice a shadow behind her charging up some sort of attack.
Without thinking you pull her out of harms way, which unfortunately meant you pulled her away from the door. The explosion caused by that shadow was enough to close it behind you. It doesn't open again.
You both try everything you can think of to get it to open again, even just a crack, but it doesn't budge a bit. You actually do scream this time.
Knowing Ren will show up at some point to save you and to say "I told you so" has you stay put for as long as possible. You don't want to run off and make it harder for the rest of the Thieves to find you guys, but you eventually do have to move when what looks like security starts scoping out the floor. You don't know how strong they could be, so starting a fight with only two of you is asking to die.
The more doors you open the more you realize something's not right. Sometimes when you open a door you'll find yourself in a castle or a bank, but most of the time it's still the casino. Though not one of the doors has lead you back to the Science Centre. You thought the one time you were messing with a randomizer mod had somehow injected itself into Maruki's palace, but this is clearly more selective then that.
After speed walking past the fifth ass you and Yoshizawa had the displeasure of looking at, you end up in a different section of the Sae-but-not-Sae's palace. That's when you get patched through to coms and--
"Hey Glitch, we're here! Care to tell us what the heck is going on??"
"Why hello Oracle it's so nice to hear from you! I was just thinking about you. I managed to find a copy of Zephyrman earlier that we could watch—"
"Answer the question!"
While you're telling them what happened, you eventually get cut off by shouting in the distance. Looking around you realize it's coming from their side, and after they calm down they inform you they were separated. Now you all have to take part in this randomized maze of a palace.
Along the way you and Yoshizawa manage to group up with Ren and Goro, before finding yourselves in Maruki's palace again. You don't know whether to consider it good or bad that you end up in the room with the projection of Kasumi. Then her headaches start. You would tell her what's going on, but she wants to figure it out for herself, so instead you help her navigate through the areas.
After some time you finally come across a room filled with Maruki's research. It's in there Yoshizawa figures out what happened to her.
It takes a lot of reassurance, but she eventually calms down enough to continue moving. Ren and Goro lead while you stay behind with her to make sure she doesn't fall behind or get ambushed. When you make it back to the entrance of Maruki's palace, you find Futaba and Makoto are already there. Everyone else is still somewhere inside.
You lead Yoshizawa to sit on the side of the building and let her cry. Soon everyone's come over to offer their condolences, while Futaba and Makoto are able to offer more in the form of experience. When the others arrive they also go over their own false realities Maruki had them stuck in for a time, and how they pushed through it.
Yoshizawa thanks everyone and says she just needs a moment before they can move on, which everyone readily gives her. It shouldn't have been a surprise that when you were all distracted talking about what was wrong with this palace, Yoshizawa gets taken away by Azathoth.
You're all chasing after him, threatening the persona to give her back while he berates you for undoing Maruki's work.
"She was doing well under our guidance until you dismantled our hard work."
"Are you—look at where that's gotten her!" "Like she needs his shitty fucking therapy!"
With him holding Yoshizawa so close none of you can really get any good hits in that won't harm her in the process. So you're exhilarated when she starts to fight back herself. She's still distraught, but she wants to try and face herself and asks you all to call her Sumire.
Now that she's freed herself from Azathoth's grasp, you all get ready to fight him head on. Azathoth clearly didn't want to though, so in order to make sure more of Maruki's efforts to go to waste, he makes haste to eject you all from his palace. Trying to go back in leads to you getting an error message.
When you finally leave you offer to walk Sumire home before heading home yourself. You feel terrible for what you put her through, but she doesn't regret asking you to take her into Maruki's palace. She feels awful right now, but she wants to push forward like all of you can.
The next day you learn through Goro that Maruki's palace has been completely locked off. After much deliberating and learning most of the Thieves apps aren't even working properly anymore, the only thing that comes to mind is Yaldabaoth getting tired of things not going his way. This literally leaves you to sit around and wait for the apocalypse to happen.
You do as much as you can before exams start. Help Sumire get more comfortable with herself, finishing of the last of the requests that you had no time to do before, and of course studying for the actual exams.
When exam days finally roll around you're on autopilot. You're physically doing the tests, but in your mind you can only think about the upcoming fight. The others aren't doing much better than you, but you all always come together to try and do something other than worry. It's one of those times when the sky turns red and the pillars of bone start to protrude from the ground. Knowing what comes next, you all descend to the depths of Mementos to confront the false god.
The journey through Qliphoth World is surprisingly mostly normal. Sure the shadows in the area are still stronger than normal, but it's nowhere near as agonizing as the last couple palaces have been. Morgana thinks since this area is the depths of Japan's psyche, you would have much less of an effect on it. Probably the reason why the shadows are even stronger is because they all were expecting it at this point.
You reach the bottom and are greeted to the cup of giant proportions. His monologue is about the same as it was, with the addition of him openly hating on Ren and Goro for veering off the guided course of the world, and you for daring to interfere in the first place.
This fight is much harder than any of you were expecting. You let the rest of the area lower your guard and paid the price for that. Though whether fortunate or unfortunate, the rhythm of the fight is still the same. After making enough progress, the masses simply heal him to full again and eject all of you back to the real world where you begin to disappear.
Another wrench is thrown to your expectations again when you find yourself floating somewhere in the void, instead of the Velvet Room. You're wandering around completely confused, hoping to find something—anything to help you figure out where you are when you see a sliver of blue. You rush to it hoping to find a possible entrance to the Velvet Room, but when you reach it you're only left more confused. You found the Velvet Room, it's just below you.
You stand there and watch as Ren frees everyone from the cages they were locked in while Goro and Morgana wait with Igor and Lavenza. Even after everyone enters the main area, Ren continues to run around. It takes you a moment to realize he's probably looking for you. The goal to find the exit becomes more urgent since you don't want to leave them to freak out, but you still don't know where to even start. When you turn around to continue looking, you're surprised when you bump into someone.
You jump back and begin to profusely apologize, afraid whoever you ran into could be a different Velvet Room attendant (god you hope it's not Elizabeth that would be a terrible first impression), but the laugh that you hear makes you pause. It's not one of the female attendants, but it doesn't sound like Theodore either. You look up to see who could possibly be talking to you and nearly blank.
It's Philemon.
Philemon is standing in front of you and he's laughing.
You think you're about to short circuit. Never in your life—even once you got transported here—did you ever think you'd be meeting one of the Gods of this world (by your heart of hearts Yaldaboath doesn't count), it wasn't even a thought that crossed your mind, yet here you are.
He starts to talk in what you think is a teasing way, but you're still struggling to process that he's standing right there. When you're brain's finally caught up, you accidentally cut him off to ask why he's here and why he's talking to you.
He wanted to converse with you since he finds you "interesting". Of course that tells you nothing so you ask him to clarify. Then he brings up your status as an outworlder. You're just about to roll your eyes when he continues speaking. It's much more than just you being from another world. He's the one that brought you here.
He's the one who gave you a second chance at life. He grew interested in your universe when he noticed a copy of his had been made in the form of a game. He wanted to know how pulling someone who already knows of this worlds future events would affect how things change. Since he was still recovering from his last major hurdle, he couldn't simply pluck someone from your world and bring them to his. Especially with all the barriers already surrounding it. Though when he saw you fall off that roof he couldn't help but to try and at least pull your soul over. Now here you are.
You honestly can't believe anything that just came out of his mouth. He summoned you over because you happened to be at the wrong place at the right time? Truly you can't believe it. You don't want to.
God was actually just fucking with you.
You can't entirely hate him for pulling you from your original universe. If he didn't you would've died and never had gotten to meet any of the Phantom Thieves you now hold even closer to your heart. You got to improve the lives for people you care about and for that you'll forever be grateful. But none of that changes the fact he did all of this on a whim.
He continues to go on about the changes you've made to fit your perception of a happier ending. He applauds you for your commitment and ability to preserver through strife despite this being completely unthinkable territory for you barely a year ago.
You stop him for a moment to collect yourself. You have a ton of questions you could be asking, but only one rests at the forefront of your mind. Why is he telling you this now?
His gaze almost turns somber in the way he looks at you. It makes you dread his response.
"You're being has become intrinsically tied to the Metaverse. There was no other way for me to tether you to this reality whilst lacking my full capabilities. What do you think will happen once it's gone?"
It barely takes you a moment to think of the answer, and it makes your blood freeze. Philemon can only look sorry for you (as much as he's willing to allow himself). He says that's all he had to impart onto you, and that he prays you find some way around it. With that being the last thing he had to say, he teleports you into one of the many back areas of the Velvet Room.
You sit there for a moment, needing to process this alone before you run into the main room where all your friends are waiting. The thought of Thieves nearly makes you cry.
A glowing butterfly makes itself known in the corner of your vision. It reminds you of what you're currently fighting for, so you pull yourself together. There's currently a god whose ass you have to help kick, you can feel sorry for yourself and your friends later.
As soon as you walk into the room your friends are immediately on you. They're completely panicked when they ask what happened to you, and you have no idea how to tell them the news. They still don't know you're from a different universe entirely, so you'd have a lot to explain. Time you don't really have. You guess you faltered for long enough for Igor to step in your place. He doesn't explain your predicament though and only brings the conversation back to Yaldobaoth. You feel guilty and you're sure some of the others notice, but you delude yourself into thinking it's fine and that you'll have time to tell them later.
Everything from then plays out like in the game. The climb up the tower of bones, fighting the archangels, and then Yaldabaoth himself. He still hates you all for steering everything off course and making this more complicated then it needed to be. He thanks you though for the new status ailments to use and you can only flip him off. He knocks you all down, Morgana makes his big speech and you earn the belief of all Japan. Ren summons Satanael and shoots the false god in the face.
It's when the Metaverse starts crumbling away and everyone is saying their 'goodbye's and 'see you later's to Morgana that you start to disappear.
You're freaking out. Some of them are freaking out, but a few are also mad at you. You don't get to explain yourself before you're dragged away by what's left of the Metaverse.
It's dark for a while. You don't know what you were expecting when you died, but it wasn't sitting in the void for an eternity. Soon you see a butterfly flying towards you from somewhere beyond the darkness, it's glow being the only thing eye-catching in this place. It comes close enough to land on you, but when it does a shock is sent throughout your entire system. Then something you aren't able to decipher starts to pull you out of what feels like the bottom of an ocean of oil. As soon as you breach the surface—
You wake up.
You take in your surroundings, groggily, but still with rapt attention. You don't even know why you're looking around in such a fervor, your room is exactly how you left it. Though the Persona merch does make you pause. It makes you uneasy, but you can't understand why for the life of you.
Then someone barges into your room and it's… Ren? Foggy memories start to come back to you and you're starting to freak out. Then the Ren look-alike re-introduces himself as Akira Kurusu and says you must've had some lucid dream to confuse his name with Ren again.
Apparently everyone's been waiting for you to come to Leblanc to study. When you never showed up he was sent to come looking for you at your house.
You're getting a headache listening to him. Memories start to clash against each other trying to take up the dominate space in your mind. Though when Ren—Akira leaves to allow you to change, you can't find any scars on your body. At least none that would look like battle wounds, so you'll take his word for it.
When you finish getting dressed, he Akira leads you to where everyone else supposedly is. You don't know why, but you're actually surprised to find everyone actually is waiting for you.
Ryuji, Ann, Yusuke, Makoto, Futaba, Haru, Goro, Akira's (lovingly) annoying ass cat, and your old friends. You don't know why, but you cry upon seeing them again.
The next few days are fairly normal to you. You go to school, hangout and play games with all your friends, and study. Despite everything proceeding as normal, you can't stop this nagging feeling that something is horribly wrong here. It all comes to a head when Akira visits you out of the blue.
He's acting a little off. He's much more silly and charming than he usually is, but there's also a sadness—a yearning in his eyes when he looks at you. Every one of his actions and every word he says also seems to be meticulously chosen in a way. Almost like one wrong move and he'd mess everything up. You can't figure out what he's so scared of getting wrong, he's only visiting you. You don't know what's gotten into him, but you're still finding it a nice change of pace from the laid back dude he usually is.
Once he's finished looking over your room with an attention to detail you didn't know he had, he confuses you with what he says next.
"This is a nice dream, but when are you going to wake up?"
You don't even know what to say to that. You're already awake. It's not like you could talk to him without being awake?
Akira leaves shortly after, but when he does you find a figure of Joker sitting on your shelf.
This repeats with all of your friends over the next few days. All of them telling you to "wake up" in various ways, either kindly, desperately, or… aggressively, and leaving behind a Persona figure eerily similar to them. Now you're having a hard time remembering what the Phantom Thieves actually looked like, but you can't find the game anywhere to check.
This whole thing is so confusing to you, you already woke up! Multiple times now in fact! You're starting to suspect they're talking about something else, but no matter what you can't put your finger on it.
Then everything sort of collapses in on you when you run into a new girl.
She introduces herself as Sumire, and she has the same yearning in her eyes that everyone else has had, along with their determination to confuse the fuck out of you.
"Have you even seen what's beyond this neighbourhood?"
When you tell her you've lived here all your life, she's adamant that you come with her to experience something new. You should be more weary of random people telling you to follow them, but something deep within you tells you she's trustworthy.
When you both reach the edge of your neighbourhood, you notice a line drawn in the ground to signify this is the end. You're a bit apprehensive, but Sumire is very patient and encouraging with you. Though before you can even take a step towards the line, you hear someone calling out to you.
It's some doctor. Apparently your therapist. Your instincts tell you not to trust a word he says, and the feeling is only furthered when Sumire talks back to him.
Soon the rest of your friends arrive on the scene and block your "therapist" from getting any closer to you. While he's distracted, Sumire tries to bring you across the line, but a barrier stops you from making anymore progress.
Not able to just drag you out anymore, Sumire starts talking about events that you swear never happened, but sound way too familiar. You shouldn't know this person, so your head is splitting when memories of you together crop up. She must see that what she's saying isn't helping at all, so she switches to hold your hands instead.
"You never gave up on me, so I'm not giving up on you."
Then she takes a figure of Violet out of her pocket and gives it to you, completing the set you didn't even know wasn't finished. You're trying to remember where this Thief comes from, and while staring at it your memories finally click into place.
The Thieves are extremely happy to finally have you back, while Maruki is disappointed he couldn't figure out a more surefire way to keep you affected by actualisation for longer. Your unique constitution made it incredibly difficult to figure out how to get it to work on you at all. Eventually he found if he kept you separated in your own little pocket, it'd be harder for you to tell what was real.
You're honestly appalled he put you in a bubble at all, but he promises it was only until he found a different solution, like that somehow makes it any better. Sumire starts to argue against his logic, so you go to stand next to her and give your own
"This is not the future I fought for! It's not the one we went through all that pain and suffering for! This fantasy you put me in might be happy, but it's meaningless without any of our past achievements!"
Maruki tries to argue that no hard work could get you your old friends and family back like he could, but you tell him they're just sock puppets performing on a stage. Even with all his new powers, you know those aren't and never could be your actual friends. Sumire also arguing that she wants to live her life in honour of her late sister and to make her proud through her own efforts, instead of trying to be exactly like her.
At the end of your speeches, you feel the power of your original personas combine to create something stronger, while Sumire's persona awakens into Ella. With them, together you destroy the bubble keeping you all contained.
You all head back to the real Leblanc, and the entire time their both celebrating finally getting you back, and teasing you for what they found in there. Though you can feel the underlying tension in the way they hold onto you and make sure you never leave their sight.
When you reach the cafe and the conversation goes silent, you all can no longer avoid the elephant in the room.
Goro's the one to bring up your disappearing act first, suspecting you knew that was going to happen and angrily asks why you didn't tell anybody.
Emotions are high on all sides of this conversation, but you're eventually able to get it through that yes, you had died, though technically you were already dead, your soul is tied to the Metaverse, so once it's destroyed by extension that includes you, one of the gods of this world told you so and unfortunately he's a trustworthy source.
They're not pleased in the slightest you kept this from them, but are still extremely confused as to why your life is connected to the Metaverse in the first place. There's no reason to hide anything from them, especially now, so you just come out and tell them everything.
They're wondering why you thought you had to keep this from them, and thinking about the answer it forces you to face the facts. This whole time you've been running away from your problems. You didn't want to think about dying, and you didn't ant to think about leaving your friends they way it happened, or about how guilty they must feel, or how you'll never be able to talk to them again. That life is over, but you avoided thinking about it after you got your own persona and threw yourself into this one.
You tell everyone as much and apologize. They're all completely distraught, but no one holds it against you.
Now that everyone knows this is most likely your last month to live, when you're not exploring Maruki's palace you always have at least one person with you.
The palace is also more or less the same. There are some rooms that take the aesthetic of a different palace, but it's still the same layout as it originally is. The real kicker is the shadows, that are basically all their modded variants.
The section in Mementos is also harder than usual. Unlike the other floors, this also added more difficult shadows in. You assume its because this is Maruki's personal addition. Fighting in both areas is extremely annoying, but much more doable than before with everyone's third tier personas, Ren finally getting access to some of the broken moves, and an overall increase in skill.
After handing Maruki the calling card, the walk to the top is slow. Everyone knows what will happen to you after, and prolong the confrontation to say goodbye before getting swept up in the fight.
In many ways, Maruki and Azathoth are harder to fight than Yaldabaoth. The false god had used the aliments you ended up bringing to the world, but Maruki is trying everything at his disposal. They basically use your memory against you, going in to find what annoyed you the most and using it in the battle. It ironically gets easier when they ultimately switch to that gigantic gold monstrosity. Especially once he resorts to just trying to punch all of you. You help the others block his next punch for Ren to shoot him in the face.
The palace starts to crumble and Ren falls further down with Maruki, while the rest of you end up in the Morgana-copter. Watching Ren beat the shit out of an older man in real time is funnier than you thought it would be, but all amusement is cut off when you start to fade away again.
It's another tearful goodbye, even more so on your end since Ren's not even there, but they all promise to never forget you.
You're just glad you got to say goodbye.
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AAaaaannd that's the gist of it. This ended up taking a lot longer then I thought it would, but that's my fault for constantly switching from describing the plot to "hey this scene is important I should make it sound important". Then it started getting too long so I had to cut things down lol.
Again, I am such a slow writer and I'm still rehashing plot points that don't really work + filling in gaps. This probably won't even be one to one once I finish it. My memory is dogshit and I think it's a little obvious where I'm forgetting what happened in the game and what I might need to change after I finish my *checks notes* seventh playthrough? Idk I feel like I've played this game both 0 and 100 times lol. This did help me flesh out certain plot points that were giving me a hard time though :)
Obviously there'd be more interactions in-between with the Phantom Thieves + Akechi & Yoshizawa. This is just going over the main plot, but there's a ton of bonding. I nearly have the whole timeline of events planned out (I put it all on a fckn calendar—) and Bug's constantly juggling who to spend their time with after getting past their "these people are characters that I can’t possibly befriend or be useful to in anyway" phase.
I've put the entirety of this group and their interactions in a microwave and they've been spinning for almost a year in my head. I don't actually think I'd ever finish this—and if by some miracle I do, I don't even know if I'd post it. I just gush over this so much I needed to share something about it, so here we are!
Here's a few more bits of this fic/au/interactions in my brain that happen in my planning document:
Bug is Joker's Aeon and Akechi's Fortune confidants
Bug has a special cognition in Kamoshida’s palace his shadow labels as "Temporarily Unattainable" or "Surprisingly Entertaining." Depends on if Bug is fem or masc I'm not sure yet.
Morgana sometimes calls Bug precious. No one will explain why and they don't think they want to know anyway.
In fact everyone has a nickname for Bug:
Joker’s is "my Aeon" and every cheesy soulmate term under the sun
Ryuji's is "Frosty"
Ann's is "Peaches"
Yusuke’s is "Muse"
Makoto's is "Angel"
Futaba’s is "Player 1" (Joker’s changes to either "Player 2/3" or "Protag" (also switches to "Glitch" when she's mad at Bug))
Haru's is "Bell"
Akechi’s is "Charm[y]" or "Luck[y]" (depending on Prince or Crow, though Crow will also use "Charmy" just to piss them off)
Bug is a pretty good crafter, and after they finally join the team they start making things for Mementos trips instead of buying. If this was a game mechanic it would be like asking Bug to make the gadgets you don't have time to, or getting them to make something only they can.
After a combination of Bug talking about their experience playing the game, the insane difficulty curve Bug's modding habits added to each palace, and Akechi being way stronger than the rest of the party when he joins, has turned Joker into a min-maxer. Whatever he has must be OP, and if something he really wants isn't, then he has to force it to be. If it's unattainable then he'll cry, get over it, and move on to the next strongest persona (He is devastated that Izanagi-no-Okami isn't actually an accessible persona for him. Bug regrets telling him.)
Joker never completes Maruki’s confidant. Unfortunately, Azathoth is a snitch, so it didn't matter anyway.
Bug is petrified of heights and that never goes away. Assume they're cowering like a baby whenever they're any substantial height above the ground. Unless they're facing Yaldabaoth. Then it gets pushed aside because they hate this guy more then their fear of heights.
Bug has a different rebel outfit for each persona (may or may not keep this. It was related to a plot point I might not write about anymore. It was waay earlier in the drafts lol)
When Bug gets Loki, Joker is a little sad that they couldn't brainstorm what their last persona could be together. Akechi may or may not have been a little smug over it.
Everyone's personas talk to them occasionally. Bug's head instantly gets more lively once Loki is added and they wonder how Akechi dealt with that for so long.
Bug does end up telling Futaba about the other Persona games and she becomes as well versed in the lore of the world as Bug is.
At some point Futaba also asked Bug who their favourite character was, which was the catalyst event to everyone constantly asking. Bug avoids the question each time.
I'm not sure if I'll write full length chapters for the spin-off games (or yk… at all), but they do happen and Bug takes every opportunity to gush over the other protagonists. They like abusing the fact no one will remember (even if they are sad they technically won't either)
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Phantom thieves & S.E.E.S.!reader
Genre: fluff/comfort Warnings: p3 spoilers, use of gun/evoker, loneliness A/n: i love p3 so much and i love those fics were reader was a sees member. dont question the timeline cause it doesnt make sense but shhhh. also i made the shadow talk cause i love the idea of p1 and p2 that you could talk with the shadows
'Are they hiding something from me...?'
It's not like you're not hiding something yourself.
'I know, but it's different, it's mine and mine alone, I'm not doing it as a group anymore.'
You continued to stare in silence at your friend group as you all studied together at Leblanc's. The awkward stops in conversations had become more often, or the fast shushing of one of them before they said something they shouldn't. You were new to the friend group, so you understood there were things you were still in the dark about. This is different.
Your book was long forgotten, the only thing that kept you entertained was the taste of the coffee and playing with the pen. The others' minds had already scattered away from the school subjects to more of their collective secret, one you were not included in. You shouldn't have changed schools; it wasn't your choice per se, but you left behind so much.
You tried focusing on your studies, it was utterly useless, your brain was too far gone to pull it back. Maybe music can make the trick; you still listen to his playlist religiously. You put on your wired earbuds as you took in the familiar melody, then the words started entering your brain again, it had become a white noise you realized.
You jumped up a bit when you felt a pair of hands grab your arm. "Come on, none of us is studying anymore." The ginger gave you a toothy smile while she hung onto you as a kid. Your face quickly melted into a smile too, your body relaxing and appreciating being noticed again.
"You're not taking exams." You commented unimpressed, which caused her to groan and pull your arm down.
"Futaba, don't bother the only one who is actually studying, unlike the rest of you brats." The old man called her out from behind the counter. He definitely had the wrong impression of you, but you had no intention of changing it for the sad truth. The ginger pouted and left you alone, you almost insantly missed her company, although you didn't feel like calling her back.
Maybe the owner of the place wasn't aware or straight up didn't care. His clientele wasn't big enough to be bothered to pay attention to every single detail, leaving a lot of things fall through the gaps. Was he aware of their secret? You doubted it.
Futaba was now poking the cat who everyone had a habit of talking to, and him meowing back. The others were in small groups talking, it all felt so isolating, maybe it was your fault for interrupting their usual flow with your pretense. Millions of thoughts coursed through your mind, all about how you were the odd one out, even in a group of outsiders. Your brain screamed to get out, that you weren't welcome here and that they were only being nice to you.
You looked at the time on your phone, it was later than what you were used to. Mitsuru would usually call you to check on how you were doing and if you needed anything, her kindness extending to the entirety of your studies and future college. She was the one who supported you when you said that maybe you'd choose a college in Tokyo.
"Oops, I have to get going. It's late already for me." You started packing your things from the table rather quickly. This caught the attention of others, turning around from their little bubble, Ann looked up at you, pouting already at the fact that you were leaving.
"Whaat? But it's still early."
"I have to do adult things that adult people who live alone do, because otherwise their house would fall apart." You teased, bragging about the fact that you lived alone despite not even being a legal adult, which could be taken very questionably. Luckily for you, none of them ever questioned or asked for details, only to come over.
"You're so lucky. Imagine all the things I'd do if I had my own place." Ryuji commented as he slipped down the table out of boredom. You rolled your eyes in humor, finishing preparing to go out to the streets once again.
"You'd never do anything, you're irresponsible as it is." Ann jabbed him with a smirk. She knew he wasn't that bad, while seeing him get worked up was pretty funny. The rest slowly weaved themselves into the conversation, just when you were about to leave... The fake smile you were wearing slowly disappeared, but before any of them could catch on, you waved them all goodbye and walked out the door, the bell ringing as it closed.
The next couple of days, you couldn't stop doubting their friendship, all the little inconsistencies or the times they'd go their own way, and how you'd just accept it; you didn't feel comfortable enough to confront them about it, you were still an outsider after all. Those times, you started miss Tatsumi Port Island and the friends you left behind for the big city; it was all because you commented that the university you were interested in was in Tokyo.
Your brain wondered to your friends, that even if you kept in contact in chat, it felt as if you were losing them; Yukari, Junpei, Fuuka, Aigis, Mitsuru, Akihiko, shit, even you missed Ken. After everything you've been through with them, it was hard not to yearn for that level of closeness, despite everyone barely having things in common.
You decided it, they had a secret ,and you were going to find out what it was, then you'd choose if they were worth enough to be friends with. You'd spent classes wondering what they could be hiding, despite all the possibilities that would come up, they'd turn down because the entire group wouldn't be down for that. They all had principles, or at least that's what you thought, but people can always surprise you, so you were prepared to be proven wrong. Deep down inside, you truly wanted to still be their friend, though the suffering of feeling left out was getting too much so the possibility of being alone hurt less.
The murmurs in class began once more; you didn't have to turn around to see who they were directed to. A criminal record is a big stain in your life, especially in Japan, whereas Ren was the sweetest and most trustworthy guy in the world. It only made you sigh as you continued completing the homework you were supposed to have done last night. Out of the corner of your eyes, right next to you, where your dear friends Ren and Ann assigned to sit. You had tried not to pay attention to them, it was rude and very unnecessary, yet they smelled different, apart from the cat they carried around. You asked about it several times, but the raven-haired would laugh it off and say he had abandonment issues, which Morgana would always meow angrily.
"Are you okay? You've been quite distant lately…" the blond girl leaned against your desk with a worried expression. You looked up at her, and the guilt of your feelings towards them was felt inside your stomach, you only nodded with a soft smile.
"Yeah, I haven't finished the paper for the next class yet."
"Whaaat? Seriously? And I thought you were responsible." You chuckled at her joke as your mind went back to the writing in question, though a part of your brain was focused on the duo next to you. Ann stared at you for a bit longer, watching you write with speed and letting the letters be messy, as she hummed in thought. "Are you down to go out after class? We haven't hung out with you in quite a while."
"Huh? Sorry, if I'm being honest I'm tired, and I was thinking about going straight home and sleeping all day. Sorry… maybe tomorrow?" you withdrew a bit at her offer, she was being nice and you felt bad for your plan on just following them around. You saw her face drop in disappointment, nodding sadly before she walked back to her seat, defeated. Your chest hurt when seeing her react like that, but even so, you shook off the thought and went back to your homework.
Despite the bitter taste, the school day kept going and so it came to an end. The bell rang and everyone packed their things, preparing to go home or to a club activity. On the other hand, there was you, you felt like a complete stalker. Following your classmates and the rest of the friend group you felt barely knew was a new kind of low for you, and you had lows. A hunch was all that was carrying you, it was familiar, it helped you out way more times than it has failed to. You'd hide behind a wall and listen until they were far away, waiting for the best time to come out and walk behind them more; a classic modus operandi.
When you came out of school, there were only five, the two you shared class with, Ryuji, and the two older students. It was an odd group; you'd heard that they were outcasts, not much different from you, In all honesty, this group reminded you of your old one. You almost got lost in thought when a boyish scream was heard from far, pulling you out of your reflections.
Their route was the most common, straight to the train station, like most people around that hour. Luckily, you didn't have to hide a lot, it let you with the freedom of walking quite closely. You were also a loser with no friends, well, in school, but it doesn't really count. Their conversation was comical at best, disappointingly mundane at worst. You started to think you were wrong, that maybe you were exaggerating a situation that didn't exist, but your hunch screamed to follow your intuition. Now, Futaba and Yusuke joined the group, making them seven, plus Morgana.
Somehow, none of them had seen you yet, or felt being watched. Maybe you had learned a bit from Junpei, Ace detective.
Then suddenly the air changed, it felt familiar yet not in the normal way, not because of the similarities with reality, but for the danger and excitement you used to feel quite often. Subconsciously, you grabbed the familiar gun that you still carried around, it made you feel safe and less lonely; you passed your finger over the engraving in an attempt to comfort. It failed. Your hunch was right, they were up to something, but it wasn't what you thought. Since you were inside, the tingling in your skin told you so, you waited for them to be far away so you could explore freely.
You walked into the place, it was a nastier version of the familiar subway station, darker and off-putting. Each step of your shoe echoed against the ceramic floor, announcing your presence to all whom was near. No one came for some time, and you felt alone, much more alone than usual. The creamy color was no longer polished, and the walls seemed broken. You shouldn't be here, you left this place a long time ago, it wasn't Tartarus but it could be a replacement, both places gave off the same sentiment, that you shouldn't be here.
Chills went up your spine as out of nowhere you were ambushed by a horde of shadows. They looked so different, this definitely wasn't Tartarus nor the real world, your grip on your evoker toughened. They surrounded you in no time, not leaving you any chance to escape. It had been so long since you fought shadows, you had never done it alone. The gravity of the situation fell upon you. You didn't even have a weapon, only your evoker and yourself. Before you could run away, one had made the first move, striking you with their ability and making you fall back in pain. You seriously didn't miss this.
You saw there was a particularly big one, power emanatied from it that you didnt even need your navigator to know you were in some deep shit. If you were still with your group, Makoto would have already asked Fuuka to analyse the enemy and make a move on it with Orpheus, but he was dead and none of your friends were in Tokyo. Strangely enough, you heard the shadow chuckle and breathe heavily, an abnormal occurrence, one that you never thought would happen.
You tried grabbing your evoker from your bag, but a smaller shadow made its move, pushing your bag far away from you and causing more damage. Fuck, now you were done. Dying like this wasnt in your plan, you survived Nyx for fuck sake. Your head shot up in surprise the moment you heard the shadow mock you. You never saw them do anything like that, perhaps you could take advantage of that. Memories of everything flooded your mind, giving you so much information that it was hard to take it in, all the fights, what would Makoto do, telling you to escape from this, to live.
From far away, a sound of a car was heard, it being driven at full speed as the group of teens inside yelled at each other in confusion. Futaba had noticed something odd since they entered Mementos, there was another presence, it being very light and not moving. She commented about it, the rest had dismissed it since it wasn't doing anything strange as they went their usual way. The problem came when it started movilizing, a lot of shadows went towards it. They had to investigate it, it was too unnatural not to.
Your nails dug into your skin, and the faint feeling of pain reminded you not to get lost in your memories. Your pupils wouldn't stop shaking as you stared at the shadow standing in front of you. The cold floor, the size of the shadow, and the notion of people fighting to reach you yet failing made you feel helpless. You hated feeling like this. You thought you'd never do this again, that it was a thing of the past that left you bittersweet.
"If I'm going to die... Then can I at least write a letter for my family...?" You asked with a shaky tone, the best you could imitate at the moment. Your school bag was way out of your reach to grab it unnoticed, this was your only chance. You saw the shadow hum to itself for a moment, as if he was lost in thought, but quickly grinned at you mockingly.
"Okay then, but only because I feel so generous, and you're being so, so obedient." The shouting behind you was increasing, they were failing to get you, to save their dear friend that somehow got involved with this mess. How you got inside mementos was lost to them, but they had to do something, they couldn't let you die, or they'd be a failure.
Today had been a particularly rough day, and shadows were double the usual. It wasn't such a foreign thing, counting with the fact the state of the country. Their supplies had run out quicker than usual, coffee and medicine were almost out, and they were forced to go back. Until they heard the commotion, the presence that Oracle detected. It was a risk with so little left, but it'd be irresponsible not to at least check it out.
Joker's heart had dropped when he saw you in the middle of all those shadows. He didn't even have to issue an order for the entire group to understand what to do. Oracle assessed the situation as fast as she could, trying to figure out how and why you got here, how to help you, and why things were so weird today.
The entire team got out of the vehicle and collided with the shadows, swings, and blasts were passed around, all in an attempt to reach you and get you out of here. They didn't have time to ask questions, only fight and protect you.
Your hands shook as you grabbed the evoker, it never made you stop feeling terrified, even though you were not scared to die; the pain and adrenaline of imagining the real thing was sufficient for it to work, maybe even more than if it were real. Slowly, you took it out of your school bag, thanking your past self for never leaving home without it still. You pointed the cold metal barrel under your chin, and you doubted for a moment, was this truly going to work? It seemed different from the shadows you met.
The expression of everyone changed immediately after seeing the gun, ranging from surprise to fear and anguish. Ann stopped in her tracks for a moment, and the grief of maybe losing another friend hit her hard. Shiho and the roof came to mind, almost making her vomit; no, this can't be, not like this. She tried really hard to be your friend after seeing you come to school, a fellow foreigner who seemed just as lost as her when she was new. She tried to make you feel less lonely, not wanting you to experience the same as her.
Her throat screamed your name in anguish, The second she did that, the second she was running towards you, not caring to defeat the shadows anymore, her mind only focused on stopping you from what you were about to do. She reached her hand in your direction, though the shadows only pushed her away from your form. She wanted to go shopping again with you, hang out, eat ice cream even if it's cold, have you grade her outfits, and gush about whatever was on your mind.
Futaba flew her persona up to you as fast as she could, already having her hand out to take the weapon from your hands. She could've let her persona grab it more efficiently, but she had to do this herself, not caring that it was not the best course of action. It'd be her fault if she failed, she was willing to gamble on that; She was useless saving her mom, not with you though, she could do this, she could succeed this time, she better.
"Persona..." You murmured, a little prayer only meant for you and your savior. A little prayer for the ones that are no longer here and reminding them that you're still fighting.
The ginger fell onto the floor as the gun went off, tears came out of her eyes, fogging her glasses and not letting her see much anymore, she didn't want to see your corpse either way. Every single phantom thief felt as if their soul was taken away, lacking the warmth of their heart and friend. Seeing the body fall back meant that they failed, to Joker that he failed.
It surprised them when you rolled back and a persona came out of your head instead of blood. You quickly stood up and let your guardian do the fighting for you, both knowing that you were defenseless and couldn't do anything for yourself.
Futaba crashed against the floor and quickly scrambled up, cleaning her glasses to see if it was real. You were still alive, and fighting? That didn't matter to her, she quickly guided your fight and everyone else's. With your help, the shadows became easier to take out, your persona being stronger and more experienced helped.
When all calmed down, you felt your breath being taken away as multiple pairs of arms hugged you. You stiffen, not knowing who they were. It's so awkward being hugged by strangers, wait, oh no, someone's dampening your uniform... You looked to see if your persona was still there, hoping to be helped by them, but it was no use, they were already gone.
"Ummm..." You looked away, embarrassed, They were not going to let you go for a long time. You saw a black haired guy with a white mask come towards you, his face was indecipherable. Not only that, but you flinched when he gently grabbed your head to see if you had actually done what you did, and he exhaled in relief when he saw no injury from your part.
"Man, don't you ever do that again. That was scary." The guy with a skull mask groaned, his tone hid no real anger. It took you a moment, but you recognized his voice. Wait, they said your name multiple times, you were too in the fight to realize that they knew you.
"Ryuji...?" You started to look around and analyze everyone's looks, and they seemed familiar. Wait... You blinked a couple of times in shock as the reveal processed. "Guys?"
"Wha- are our disguises bad?!" The cat said incredulously, The moment you heard his voice, it made you jump in the air and let out a big shout.
"A monster cat?!" You hid behind Makoto and Ann who were previously hugging you. The cat looked offended, his face turning red against his black and white fur, somehow.
"Not a cat!"
"What are you doing here anyway?" The red eyes pierced into your soul, in a mixture of worry and confusion. You shrugged with your arms crossed, not giving much importance to yourself, but to the rest.
"What are YOU doing here?" You returned the question. "All I did was follow you because you were acting so suspicious. Seriously, you suck at keeping a secret." You were especially referring to Ryuji, the one who had the major slip-ups. They all turned to glare at him, him only looking around as he tried to look as aloof as possible.
"Are we forgetting they summoned a persona?!" The cat shouted, wagging his white paws.
"It's not like you guys can't either..." You looked away, really wishing they weren't going to make it a big deal. Your hopes were soon crushed when Futaba grabbed your arms and started to analyze you as if you were some strange alien. "What are you doing?"
"You don't read as the rest of us." She stated as a matter of fact, you let a questioning noise, though she ignored you, forcing you to look at the others for an answer. Yusuke flicked his hair to the side and explained calmly.
"Futaba here is our navigator. She has the capacity to know if anyone is near us, between other things." Your mouth turned into an O in understanding, just like Fuuka and Mitsuru.
"It was quite different from how the rest of us call out our persona. I haven't seen such a technique before, the dangerous calling of the soul! Please, do explain, it can be valuable inspiration material" The blue-haired one asked with excitement, you could almost see his eyes shining in fascination, which made you murmur and stumble on your words like an idiot.
"How about we let all that go for later? I think we have a lot to talk about, let's get out of the metaverse first." Makoto stopped the topic from going stray, they were all curious about everything about you, even so she knew this was no place to have a conversation like that with the possibility of danger coming out at any moment. They all agreed, leaving you to follow them with no choice in silence through the decading subway station.
"I'm glad we don't have to hide things from you anymore," Haru spoke after minutes of awkwardness as she walked by your side, her hands on her back, smiling at you softly. "You probably felt lonely, haven't you?" Your eyes opened wide in surprise at the accuracy, only making the guilt of everything come up, on the exterior you looked away in embarrassment. The curly-haired girl's face softened at your reaction, for a moment, giving a glimpse to the others before focusing back on you. "Having things hidden from you even though you knew something was going on... I know how that feels. You can take your time talking about what just happened, but just know we are here for you."
Your eyes started to tear up at the statement, the reassurance was exactly what your soul needed right now. A huff left your lips when you felt an arm tug you in his direction, Ryuji breaking the soft emotional moment with a side hug and his cheeky smile.
"Yeah, dude, now you're part of us, whether you like it or not." his tone was confident, giving you the emotional boost to finally look at the group, all of them giving you their support in their own way. You weren't going to stop being their friend for anything in the world, after weeks of feeling isolated, you finally stopped feeling alone.
Shout out to the random person who read my Haru x reader fic

