private & low activity multimuse written by emily ( 21+, she/her ).
muses from persona 5 royal, kimetsu no yaiba, genshin impact
and others. carrd.
# 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘦
I HEARD HIS SENTENCE OF DIVINE PUNISHMENT — HIS SEVERED BLADE HITTING THE GROUND. perhaps that was the glory he had yearned to witness — in his last moments, what expression was on his face ?
𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑮𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑳𝒀 . ( a collection of prompts taken from some common & uncommon tags used on ao3 . mature themes are present , add “ + reverse ” to reverse roles . )
﹟ pining﹕ receiver is pining over sender .
﹟ love confessions﹕ receiver confesses their love for sender .
﹟ threats of violence﹕ receiver threatens sender with violence .
﹟ first kiss﹕ sender & receiver have their first kiss .
﹟ kissing it better﹕ sender kisses receiver after bandaging them up .
﹟ sexual tension﹕ sender & receiver endure sexual tension .
﹟ character death﹕ receiver faces the aftermath of sender’s death .
﹟ domestic fluff﹕ receiver & sender share a moment of domesticity .
﹟ recovering together﹕ sender & receiver recover from a bad experience together .
﹟ first meetings﹕ receiver meets sender for the first time .
﹟ love confessions﹕ sender confesses their love to receiver .
﹟ crack treated seriously﹕ a crack interaction written seriously .
﹟ amnesia﹕ sender is suffering from amnesia & doesn’t recognize receiver .
﹟ fix-it﹕ a moment in sender & receiver’s relationship rewritten to have a positive outcome , from the receiver’s pov .
﹟ getting together﹕ sender & receiver give into their feelings for each other .
﹟ canon rewrite﹕ rewrite a canon scene from receiver’s point of view .
﹟ betrayal﹕ receiver is betrayed by sender .
﹟ nicknames﹕ receiver uses a nickname when addressing sender .
﹟ nightmares﹕ sender wakes receiver from a nightmare .
﹟ panic attacks﹕ sender finds receiver having a panic attack .
﹟ severe injury﹕ sender comes to receiver after being severely injured .
﹟ flashbacks﹕ receiver has flashbacks involving sender .
﹟ fakeout makeout﹕ sender & receiver use PDA to provide a cover for their fake relationship .
﹟ possessive behavior﹕ receiver shows possessiveness over sender .
﹟ introspection﹕ a study on a thought receiver has had about sender .
﹟ missing scene﹕ a ‘missing scene’ between sender & receiver .
﹟ feelings realization﹕ receiver realizes they have feelings for sender .
﹟ unsent texts﹕ a text from receiver to sender that was never sent .
﹟ secret relationship﹕ sender & receiver have a secret relationship .
﹟ sharing a bed﹕ sender & receiver have to share a bed .
﹟ lost love﹕ sender & receiver break up .
﹟ wedding planning﹕ sender & receiver are planning their wedding .
﹟ morning after﹕ receiver wakes up next to sender after sex .
﹟ unresolved tension﹕ sender & receiver endure unresolved tension .
﹟ almost kiss﹕ one time sender & receiver almost kissed .
﹟ fake/pretend relationship﹕ sender & receiver are faking a relationship .
﹟ scars﹕ sender broaches the topic of receiver’s scar/s .
﹟ tooth-rotting fluff﹕ a ridiculously sweet moment between sender & receiver .
﹟ friendzone﹕ receiver is friend - zoned by sender .
﹟ making up﹕ sender & receiver make up after a fight .
﹟ reunions﹕ sender & receiver reunite after some time apart .
﹟ manipulation﹕ sender shows manipulative behavior with receiver .
﹟ eventual smut﹕ a fade - to - black of sender and receiver .
﹟ self indulgent﹕ receiver picks any prompt from this meme to write .
… 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝑺𝑷𝑬𝑪𝑰𝑭𝑰𝑪
﹟ protective [ … ]﹕ receiver shows protectiveness over sender .
﹟ [ … ] needs sleep﹕ sender finds receiver sleep - deprived .
﹟ [ … ] needs a hug﹕ sender , sensing they need one , gives receiver a hug .
﹟ [ … ] is a little shit﹕ sender does their best to get on receiver’s nerves .
﹟ jealous [ … ]﹕ receiver shows jealousy over sender .
﹟ touch-starved [ … ]﹕ sender is touch - starved & receiver notices .
﹟ worried [ … ]﹕ receiver is worried about sender & approaches them about it .
﹟ [ … ] whump﹕ sender has been severely hurt , receiver learns about it .
﹟ dark [ … ]﹕ receiver is in a dark / warped state of mind .
﹟ [ … ] can’t keep secrets﹕ receiver spills a secret to sender .
their fights are never simple things. the past between them, the blood and death and rot ; it sticks so harshly, like gore once stuck beneath their fingernails. ren finds himself anxiously pressing the crescent shaped indents of his fingernails into his own palm, heartbeat wild and fast where it hides behind his ribs.
never has akechi goro been described as easily handled, even less so when his anger makes him behave like a cornered animal, eyes wild with fight and words dripping with venom. ren knows this well, does his best to not take pointed words personally, but even joker himself can run out of patience.
‘ maybe you’re right. ‘
and it’s quiet for a moment longer, as this is something he had never admitted before. something he’d avoided admitting for so long for fear of scaring goro away -
‘ i shouldn’t forgive you. i know - but if you would just listen . . ‘ silence, for a beat, if only to catch his breath before - ‘ i don’t want to be angry with you forever. you mean more than that to me. what else can i do to make you see that ? ‘ he pleads, trying to bridge the gap between them that seems bigger and bigger by the second. ‘ you have to let me choose, goro. please. let me choose to forgive you. let me choose to be happy with you. what’s so impossible about that ? ‘
ren can feel the way he closes in on himself after even that small of an outburst, turning to sit down on the edge of his bed and run shaking fingers through his curls. he collects his thoughts for a breath, and starts to let them out before goro has another chance to twist things around.
‘ i was angry at you. is that what you want to hear ? i was angry at you, i hated what you’d done and i hated everything that made you do it. but what sense does it make to hold onto that, huh ? i should just abandon you, because of that ? act as if you haven’t changed, when i know for a fact you have ? . . . it doesn’t make sense, goro. you have to let go. ‘
there’s only a few quiet seconds before he searches out goro’s eyes, pleading once more. ‘ aren’t we happier together ? please, don’t tell me i’m wrong about that. please. ‘
ever the watcher, ever the listener. he sometimes feels no more than a fly on the wall, a witness to the things that pass around him. meant to observe, but not to partake. you are not the focus, his own voice rings in the back of his head constantly, you are here to help. do not be selfish, do not feel too greatly. wrap your own feelings neatly in paper, and hide them in the back of your closet with the rest of your misgivings.
and yet - his lip trembles. it quivers with emotion too long held in, a grief never expressed. we can't stay here, goro had said, a vulnerability on his face that ren was never too often privy too. a goodbye not deserved, a red string snipped between two fated only to destroy each other ( not love, never love ) .
there's a degree of anger in goro's voice as the pitch rises, and the dam ren so carefully constructed breaks, if only slightly. he feels tears gather near his eyelashes, expressive eyes overflowing like a sink too full. the faucet of sadness, anger, betrayal - it drips and drips and overflows, until he no longer has the energy to hold it back. too long has he been quiet, he knows - too long has he been alone. ren laughs humorlessly, a pathetic sound as it rattles his lungs.
is it such a bad thing, to want ?
' - i missed you. '
“ that’s— “ it’s what, exactly? not true? what had he expected by biting his own mandated bullet, for life to continue on as if he’d never existed to ren? maybe in his own perfect world, where he’s forced to repent for his own wrongdoings. maybe that way he could learn to live with himself. his eyes flicker, down and to the right. his own neat scrawl greets him there like a taunt. “ you were supposed to send a letter, “ he bites / like a bad dog / like someone he’s not supposed to be anymore.
ren is nothing if not persistent. it was one of those things that had wormed and wriggled its way into his chest like a parasite, controlling him to act in ways that he never would have entertained before. but times have changed, and if he’s being honest with himself nowadays, he may as well face the truth and call it what it is: ren amamiya was the first person who ever cared enough to look any deeper than his muddled surface. ren amamiya was his first friend.
and look where that got him, he supplies on his own. with a bullet in his head and a juvie record all before eighteen. goro had watched it all, seen the waver of light reflecting off his bits of skull and chunks of brain splattered across the table. he’d reveled in his victory. and ren still has the gall to look at him like that. like this— like nothing has changed ! unfortunately, this time he cannot deny the reality set out before him. this time it’s real. goro squares his shoulders and edges away from the cold. “ come inside before someone sees you. “
send a letter, as if he wasn’t known for action, as if he hadn’t always done what he needed to. never does ren make choices for himself - but this one, this is so deeply personal it makes his chest ache. he remembers so vividly the argument in the entryway of leblanc, he knew he knew he knew - but nothing is ever as it seems, as is told by the pile of letters hidden neatly in his desk drawer, not even a corner of any of the papers bent out of place, preserved as neatly as they had been sent. it wasn’t nothing, he isn’t dead, maybe you aren’t so alone -
a solemn shoulder edges its way past akechi and into the entryway, ignoring his own surroundings to instead drink the sight of goro in. his hair seems more well kept, dark bags beneath his eyes faded whereas before they were only hidden. if only partially, the ever building wave of worry quells in his lungs,
‘ you . . . goro, i thought - ‘ but he stops himself there, either unknowing of what to say or unwilling to say it. he doesn’t know what he feels - a year of isolation leaving him unsure and insecure in where he stands. what is he supposed to do ? idly, he fiddles with the end of one of his curls, fingers twisting and pulling the dark strands in anxiety.
"sorry to put you through that. i guess i owe you one now." suma. now.
source.
for a moment, she's quiet, and the world is still. and then in an instant, suma is fully blubbering, big fat tears rolling down her cheeks as she cries, " tengen - samaaa ! ' with extra care given not to jostle where he's wounded ( everywhere, he's wounded everywhere, she thought they would die - ! ) she lunges forward to embrace him as well as she can, which ends up being resting her head against where his neck meets his chest. ' no more of that, okay !? never again !!! ' ( she's aware, vaguely, of makio smacking her for moving him around too much. )
it’s been 432 days since goro akechi died. even sooner since an impromptu resurrection and then subsequent plot to condemn himself to his second death. all at the hands of a deranged and maniacal youth leader parading himself around as a school therapist. last year was, decidedly, very fucking weird. it’s also the key contributing factor to where he stands now, barefoot, toeing the threshold of his front door and looking a little too caught off guard for his own sanity.
" why are you here ? “ and he hates the way his voice shakes, that awful tremor that threatens to shatter the walls he’s been ever so carefully reconstructing. there had been no return addresses on purpose. the whole point had been to tie up loose ends. he was doing fine – curse that miserable woman who called herself a PHD. he never should have listened to her. all this has succeeded in doing is opening up a cesspool of feelings and unwarranted guilt he’s tried so hard to move on from.
but there’s another half to it all, like many other facets of himself. the half that remembers and dawdles on long kept memories / late nights and cups of coffee, an arcade, the bathhouse, mementos. they’re all places goro let his perfectly manicured mask slip, and the most horrifying part was that it wasn’t awful. the worst part is that he liked those moments. and now ren stands before him again, with that irritating and naive look that goro recognizes only comes out when he’s with him. he tries not to analyze that discovery too hard – and to ignore the way it makes his chest flutter like a child.
he hardly even knows how to react. the door opens, and ren stands motionless, dumbstruck. the last year is a blur, in hindsight. his home town was quiet, too quiet, dull and lifeless. it was easy to numb himself to it. he hasn’t felt something this strong in months, an anxiety that grips at his ribs and claws at his lungs. he can’t comprehend it : goro akechi is not dead. goro akechi is standing right in front of him, vulnerable in a way ren has never truly been privy to before.
why are you here, he asks, and ren is even more flabbergasted than before. he thinks back to february, back to grief and loss, and is dumbstruck that goro could even ask. why are you here ? why are you here ? helpless, ren holds up the envelope like an answer, address written plainly on the paper.
‘ you . . . ‘ he manages, before a breathless laugh rattles his ribs. it isn’t particularly a happy sound, rough with emotion. one hand nervously reaches up to push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, as he asks, ‘ was i supposed to ignore you ? ‘
‘ TIME HEALS ALL WOUNDS ‘. cherried lips bitten vermillion by both gnawing teeth and a harsh bull-headed winter, wish to spit other wise; to swear that time does nothing but make the wound worse. standing next to peter, though, only two weeks after the funeral, has harley keener finding that he has nothing to say for once in his life. well of quick wit found dried, pit filled with sarcasm all but emptied in favor for mourning. a father. gone. " it isn’t the same, is it? “ / @desolae
nothing new, peter tells himself, like it’s any consolation. his parents, his uncle, his - ( ... ) nothing is the same, now. his mind can’t help but linger on the way it felt to be erased, the way his senses shrieked that something was wrong wrong wrong and he can’t feel his hands he’s falling and oh - to here and now. whole and breathing, yet washed pale with grief once more. ‘ nothing is, man. ‘
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