#a sword refracts

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Wow, This is Late

Anyway, here’s Chapter 21 of SR

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SR spoilers under the cut

“so Air how’s SR going”

it’s going Gay

Absorbed in her thoughts, Yukiko didn’t notice the child that almost barrelled into her side until it was too late. At the last moment, she was pulled out of the way.

She could feel Chie release a long, drawn out breath, pressed as she was against her. “That was close,” Chie said. “Kids never do look where they’re going, do they?”

Yukiko let a bark of a laugh escape. “We never did.” She tapped the arm Chie had wrapped around her. “I’m safe now, you know.”

Chie released her immediately, stepping back and almost bumping into someone in the process. “Right. Of course.”

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POV!

a bit of Chapter 18 of Sword Refracts from Teddie’s point of view:

Teddie didn’t get tired the way that Souji and Yosuke did. They always complained about sore muscles and lack of sleep. Teddie wasn’t exactly sure he’d recognise a muscle if they found one, and they were beginning to suspect that sleep wasn’t the same thing for their friends as it was for them. 

Sleep was scary. One second, they could see and feel and talk, and the next, poof! It was like they didn’t exist. Like they never had. It couldn’t be the same for Yosuke and Souji; they always seemed to look forward to sleeping, and they didn’t much like the scary things, even if they did run into them an awful lot.

That being the case, with Teddie’s sleep being different from their friends’ sleep, Teddie didn’t think it too odd that their idea of tired was different too.

A deep, heavy weight would settle, like Teddie was a cup that was filling with oil. Sleep, then, was like adding fire to a lamp, burning it all away and taking Teddie with it until the cup needed to be refilled.

Teddie could feel the ache of the heaviness increasing with every step they took.

“Yosuke? When can we go back to the inn?”

Yosuke made a sound that didn’t really mean anything.

“Is this one of those communication things Souji said we need to work on? Because either the grunt means something and I don’t know what it means, which means you should tell me, or the grunt means nothing and you’re not answering me, which means you’re being rude.”

“We’re letting Souji have some time to themself for a bit,” Yosuke said, sighing. “So, it’ll be a while.”

“Can’t we do anything?” Teddie asked, frowning. “I don’t want Souji to be sad.”

“I don’t want them to be sad either, Ted.” Yosuke shook his head. “But sometimes you can’t fix things, and you can’t make them better, so you just have to, y’know, let people know you’re there for ‘em. It’s the best you can do.”

“Then we should be ‘there for them’ right now!” Teddie exclaimed, waving their arms.

“Hey, hey. Keep the paws down,” Yosuke said. “You’re drawing attention.” He winced. “I mean, more than usual.”

“We should still be there for them,” Teddie insisted. “Let’s go back!”

“I meant figuratively.” Yosuke scratched the back of his head. “Look; people deal with things in different ways, and Souji asked us to back off a bit. They know we’re there, I think, and hopefully we can figure out how to help, but right now the best thing I can think of is tracking down that stray cat from earlier and letting them cuddle with it.”

“Oh! That’s what we’re doing?”

“Okay, yeah, you’re onto something with the communication thing,” Yosuke said. 

Teddie blew a raspberry, causing Yosuke to flinch. Yosuke always seemed to react in weird ways. “I just don’t get why we can’t make Souji feel better all by ourselves.”

“People don’t work that way, Teddie. You can’t just shut off certain emotions.” 

“That’s…” Teddie trailed off, gesturing uselessly. “Why not?” They asked.

“I don’t know.” Yosuke shook his head. “Sure would be useful, but we can’t.”

“And a cat can?” Teddie crossed their arms. “That’s so unfair!”

Yosuke stared for a moment before closing his eyes and pinching his nose. “Let’s just retry this conversation later, okay? When you’re older or…” He trailed off. “I’m doing it again. Never mind. Conversation’s over. Good Talk.”

“Now can we head back, then?”

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary: Daisuke has fought hard to be the kind of person that can help others, and will do anything he can to protect his friends,even if it means cutting their losses. However, when his view of the world is challenged, he must consider what, exactly,constitutes an acceptable loss. (A Companion Fic to A Sword Refracts)

The first short fic is here and it also happens to be the first Daisuke/Ai/Kou fic in the entirety of ao3 and frankly i’m bewildered why has no one else produced something for this beautiful ship of mine

anyway it’s mostly about the morals and relative merits of self-sacrifice held up against the recognition that lives have inherent worth and cannot be traded, and that self sacrifice can only go so far, so if that’s your thing, go wild 

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me: cracks knuckles okay it’s time to crank out another chapter of SR

brain: or. or. Get this.

me: no

brain: a one shot in the SR universe that explores Daisuke’s complex relationship with Chie and Souji in light of their unflinching determination to sacrifice themselves for others, as well as displaying how his significant others, Kou and Ai, have unique perspectives on their mutual friends and feel genuine love and concern for them 

me: why do you do this. just curious.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

i finally finished this chapter 

here it is have fun with it

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Before The Beginning?

Hey did you know P3 is super fucked up in any universe 

because I Regret So Many Things and also this is why SR is a P4 fic because P3 Fucks Me Up

It should have come as no surprise; after all, each and every member of their group had been hurt by the Kirijos, even Mitsuru, one of their own. Still, there was nothing that could have prepared them for the sheer extent of the depravity, nothing that could have forewarned them of the way their guts and fists would clench, nothing that could have said, “there is worse to come,” the way that a single scrap of parchment did. 

In the wake of it all, the only thing Minako could think to do was to turn to Aigis, hands grasping at air, unsure of whether to pull them close or leave them be.

Then Aigis spoke, and the decision was made. “I was alive,” they said, and their voice was so small, so confused, that it hurt to hear, and Minako almost couldn’t speak for the pain of it, but they had to. Gods above and about, they had to. 

They pulled Aigis into a hug. “You are,” they said, shuddering with breaths that they refused to think of as sobs. “You are alive.”

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pounds fists rhythmically on the table chanting “get souji a lawyer”

anyway hey i posted a new chapter