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She/Her | 18 years of age 🥺 | Puppy Girl desperate for attention and praise 🤞🥺🥺

[theabbeyrose]

Life with Akechi

Content Warnings!

This writing includes intentional characterizations that point towards emotional and sexual abuse as well as prostitution. However, they are never specifically named or given a large role in the story. Additionally, though these characters have had sex in my writing, any and all sex has been removed from this document and placed in a separate document for interested parties. Violence, body fluids (vomit, spit, and blood), as well as suicidal ideation all appear, primarily in later chapters. Some chapters will have more specific content warnings.

[theabbeyrose]

Chapter 1. TV Station (We're in Akechi's house now):

Summary - Akechi invites Ren to navigate the world of live television, a glimpse of exactly what it means to be Akechi. Unable to let an opportunity to one-up Ren go, Akechi turns the medium into an emotional minefield, in a challenge to see if Ren can keep his cool.

Chapter:

“Ren,” Akechi said, over voicemail, “I’m doing a special on the Phantom Thieves tonight and I told my producer that you’d cohost. Come to Shinjuku at 5:30. Akechi.”

“What a dick,” Ren muttered, shaking his head. He’d do it, of course, the TV studio Akechi worked at was where they first met after all, but he’d have to lay down the law some day. Until then, though, he’d comply.

Half an hour later, Joker made his way into the studio. Akechi sat in a makeup chair behind the studio stage, combing his hair. Joker watched his lungs inflate and deflate, slowly settling down. Akechi was stunning under the harsh light. It wreathed him like an angel. Ren chuckled quietly to himself before stepping out of the shadows and into the room where Akechi sat.

“Oh,” Akechi looked up from the mirror, “when did you get here?”

“Just now,” Joker shrugged, “should I be getting myself done up too?”

“No, no,” Akechi waved the idea away, “honestly, I shouldn’t be doing anything myself but its habit at this point. You’ll be more than fine on your own.” He paused, “thank you. For doing this, I mean. I’ll make sure to repay the favor.”

“Oh,” Joker smiled, “sure, of course. It’s nice coming back here. It reminds me of how far we’ve come.”

“Yeah,” Akechi responded quickly, returning his gaze to the mirror. “We’re on in twenty so do whatever you need to do to get ready.”

“Sounds good. I assume it’ll be our opinions on the Phantom Thieves’ justice, like it was the first time?” Ren asked.

“Yeah that's the plan. It’s only a half hour so we shouldn’t need to do too much talking. Just keep it light,” Akechi smiled, standing from the chair and heading towards the stage. “Oh, and Ren,” he walked backwards, facing Ren. The stage lights slowly crawled up his face, changing it as they went, “try not to steal my spotlight.” At once Akechi oozed charm, giving positive notes on the set and the lights to the director, telling a joke and laughing when it was reciprocated. Joker was almost impressed with how indistinguishable it was. A wry smile crossed his face and he followed on stage.

“Hello,” Joker exchanged pleasantries with the director, “I’m Amamiya Ren. It’s very nice to meet you.”

“Good to meet you too, kid,” the director clapped Ren on the back, “I understand you were one of the winners of the sweepstakes to talk live with Akechi. Let me tell you, I’m glad it's you and not some chick. You know how they get about pretty boy over there,” he guffawed, pointing to Akechi.

“Haha,” Ren managed a laugh, off guard “yeah. Honestly, I forgot I put my name in the lottery but you can’t turn down an opportunity to get your name out there.”

“Smart kid,” the director chuckled, “I’m glad to hear that kids these days still know what it means to pull themselves up by the bootstraps. Alright, go get ready. We’re on in five.”

Joker made his way over to the yellow armchair opposite to Akechi. Neither exchanged glances with the other as the clock wound down. Then, there was: “on in five, four, three, two, one. We’re live.”

At once, the lights flared, brighter than they were before. Akechi flexed into a smile, clean, with no teeth, and expectantly watched stage left. There, a young woman wearing a tight maxi dress appeared, waving happily into the camera. “Good afternoon Japan!” she said in a cheery voice. Akechi stood from his seat and the two greeted each other politely. Joker caught on and did the same.

“Welcome everyone to our question and answer segment with Detective Prince Akechi and a guest picked from thousands of fans who submitted their names for the lottery. Would you please introduce yourself?” She asked happily, directing the camera’s attention onto Ren.

“Good afternoon!” Joker exclaimed, overly enthusiastic, “my name is Amamiya Ren. I’m… a high schooler, a senior living in Yongen-Jaya! I’m, I'm eighteen years old and I look forward to our conversation today.”

“It’s always wonderful,” Akechi spoke up, snapping the camera to him, “to find intelligent young people these days. I don’t mean to speak too soon, but I believe that Ren is one of them, even if he is slightly formal,” he giggled. “I am so excited to talk about our subject today.”

“And what is our subject today, Akechi?” The woman asked brightly.

“Why, the Phantom Thieves, of course. They’re a real hot button issue these days, as I'm sure we’re all well aware. I’d love to know, Ren, what your opinion on their popularity is.” Akechi volleyed back.

Trying not to ponder for too long, Joker began to speak, “well Akechi, I’m a phan of the Phantom Thieves, I think that’s obvious,” crickets, “that, uh, being said, it can be worrying sometimes. As they get more and more popular, I’m scared that we may see a major crash if they fail to keep up with their increasingly daring stunts.”

“My!” Akechi smiled happily, clapping his hands together, “it’s rare to hear such a balanced opinion from a self proclaimed phan. Indeed, I have to agree with you. I must say, though, that I am worried about exactly what a potential crash may mean. If the Thieves are unwilling to concede their popularity and attempt a stunt they cannot accomplish, or worse, one with major casualties, we may be in for a nightmare scenario.”

“It’s a fine line,” Joker nodded, “Still, I have faith in their abilities. Akechi, if you could, what would you suggest the Phantom Thieves do now?”

“Hm,” Akechi sat in false thought, “if I could influence them in any way… I’m sorry Ren, but I’d have to ask them to stop what they are doing and turn themselves in. Thus far they have linked themselves to the death of former Okumura Foods president Kunikazu Okumura, as well as theoretically an unlimited number of other crimes. None of this is to mention the fact that their tampering with the minds of their targets threatens the safety of privacy throughout the world,” he turned to address the camera, “I understand it may be hard, but I sincerely ask you to stop.”

“Ren,” the woman spoke, startling Ren slightly, “what are your opinions on the Thieves leadership?”

“That.. is an interesting question. I do believe that the Thieves are a team running under a leader, they would have to be given their efficiency and efficacy, right?” he glanced at Akechi, “Well, my point is that no other organization has been able to do what they have done in the time they have done it. That necessitates a strong command. As for my actual opinion, I believe that he or she is acting with good, strong intentions that form the backbone of the group. Despite their unusual methods, they do seem united in the idea of changing people’s hearts for the better and I think their leader is the reason why.” Ren explained, slowly getting more confident as he spoke.

“There,” Akechi butted in, “I must disagree with you. I find the Phantom Thieves leadership to be.. naive. Their leader seems to hold this idea that the world can be changed by singular strong willed individuals, acting against the grain, who resist oppression. This is the mentality of a child, a weak and unimpressive grade schooler who cannot stand up to his bullies without playing dirty. That is the kind of person helming the Phantom Thieves. I believe he is unstable and emotionally inept.” Joker's fingertips dug into the arms of his chair, “His handling of the Medjed situations proves this to be the case. The one time they were called out for their rampaging, they threw a tantrum, leaving everything until the last moment and the people of Japan to suffer. No,” he exploded from his chair, lost in the passion, “the Phantom Thieves are nothing but a time bomb, waiting to explode, and every day that we allow them to act without restriction, they threaten the people of Japan with the fallout. Ren, if you truly believe that the leader of the Thieves is the emotional backbone, as you put it, then I ask you this. Why would you willingly support a group whose emotional backbone is so transparently immature, and ruinous? Why do you give your trust to a man who wields the power to topple nations like a petty child holding a gun?” He huffed on one second intervals, out of breath from it all. “I’m sorry everyone,” he smiled bashfully, “I let myself get distracted.”

“What an amazing argument Akechi,” the woman gushed, “I hate to cut you off, but that’s all we have time for today! Thank you to Amamiya Ren for coming out. Have a great night everyone!”

The lights shut off and Akechi’s face slowly faded from serious and committed to blank. Joker sat still, looking out into space. Though the lights and sounds were gone, he still felt every beat rattle in his skull and every light burn into his eyes. He was.. hot. Sweating all over. His shirt felt like it was digging into his skin. He wanted to stand, to look around, to see Akechi again, agh hot, but he just couldn’t. That was until a familiar shape, silhouetted in the dim light, passed over into his vision.

“Hey,” Akechi said in an unrecognizable tone, quiet and tired, holding out a hand to help Joker up, “thank you, again.” Joker saw Akechi’s eyes, just barely through the dark, looking away. The hand floated for a second in no man’s land, before Joker grabbed it and stood from the chair.

[theabbeyrose]

Chapter 2. Painting (They're Pitiful):

Summary - Akechi allows Ren to see an unimportant painting he made in his spare time. It turns out that there was more meaning than Akechi could have ever bargained for.

Chapter:

It was a lazy Sunday in Leblanc. Joker laid in bed, slowly sifting through pages of a comic book. Akechi, from the couch on the other side of the room, watched as a ray of sun passed over Ren’s face, bathing him in warm light. It was a pleasant, isolated moment. The air hung still. Maybe that was why Akechi spoke up.

“Joker,” he stated flatly, a serious expression on his face, “can I talk to you about something and ask you to keep it private?”

“Hm?” Ren replied, sitting up in bed, “Oh. Yes, you can. What is it?”

“I’ve-- I've been painting recently,” Akechi admitted quietly, slowly running circles in the loose fabric of the couch.

“Oh?” Joker paused before smiling softly, “that’s nice.”

“Yeah…” Akechi trailed off.

“Would you let me see sometime?” Joker continued.

“...” he paused, “Okay.”

In a dark corner of Madarame’s former house, tens of canvases lay abandoned and scattered across the floor. One remained, proudly standing, catching muted sunbeams from the center of the room. It was a completely fine painting though rather unimpressive considering Akechi. Colors blended and blurred together; greens, blues, and oranges all strained toward a whole they couldn’t quite reach. Two harsh black squares sat in the foreground.

Akechi stood behind Ren, fingers curled slightly, waiting for a response as Joker took it in.

“It’s pretty,” Joker stated firmly, “I’m not sure what it is though.”

“Oh?” Akechi muttered, “I thought it was obvious. It’s just a landscape. Some backwater town in rural Japan. I forgot the name of it a long time ago,” he paused, “there are two people,” voice catching, “a son... and a mother.”

For the first time since they met, Joker watched as a single tear slipped out of Akechi’s eye and down his cheek. “God damn it,” Akechi grumbled, frustrated, rubbing at his eyes, “stop it already,” he ordered, though the tears would not listen, “come on, stop. Stop it! Just, ugh, stop. Stop it, stop it,” his voice cracked, “stop it. Stop it. Please stop it. Please stop it, please just stop. Please. Please, I ca--,” his breath shallow, “I don’t want to do it anymore. Please don’t make me. Please.”

His arms fell to his sides, the fight gone. Silence settled over the room. Akechi looked up and caught the expression on Joker’s face.

“Don’t give me that look,” he spat, hastily wiping the last of the tears away, “I know that face, god damn it. It’s the same face Yusuke made when I asked him for supplies. It’s the damn same face Yoshizawa made when she walked in. It’s pity,” his jaw clamped like a vice.

Joker simply stared at the painting, though, “No. It’s not pity. I was thinking about that backwater town. It’s too bad the name didn’t stay,” he paused, voice dropping low, “I would have liked to go back someday.” He reached out, and touched the painting softly.

Another pause, longer. Hesitantly, Akechi faced the painting too, “Oh,” he said, vision trailing out into the landscape, “Yeah. Me too.”

[theabbeyrose]

Chapter 3. Darts (Why does the point feel so good?)

Summary - Every time Akechi tries to assert control, Joker just can't help loving him more and more. In the spark of competition, they find their rhythm.

Chapter:

After another second of silence, Akechi picked up the canvas and slotted it against the corner. It lay there, painted side up, still facing outwards into the room. Before Joker could smirk, Akechi had walked out without looking back to see Ren slink along behind.

“Let’s go play darts,” he said, turning toward the train station, “701, as usual.”

“Alright,” Joker caught up, “Sounds fun. I’m getting a lot of Akechi time today, aren't I?” He grinned, tauntingly.

“Darts is boring without a little competition,” Akechi shrugged, “don’t let it get to your head.”

“Hm,” Ren thought, passing through the turnstiles, “nope. I think I will. It’s hard not to be proud when you’re the only one who can keep up with the great Goro Akechi.”

“Pssh,” Akechi exhaled, hopping in on Joker's card, “keeping up was hyperbole. You’re just the only one who’s in my league. Hm,” he thought, snagging a seat out from Joker, “maybe that is something to be proud of.”

“So you admit that it’s a real compliment?” Joker pushed through people to stand by Akechi, “awww! you’re making progress, babe,” he exclaimed, loudly.

Akechi, unimpressed, stung back, “E-excuse me sir?” He tapped nervously on the shoulder of a nearby man, “this th-thug has been harassing me for the last hour. W-would you please stand between us until my stop?” He pulled a 5000 yen note out of his sleeve. This was all the man needed to see in order to step in, quickly shoving Joker out of the way and into the crowd. 

“Thank you so much sir!” Akechi thanked the man, before turning to relish in Joker fading away, accenting the blow with a tight, prim wave goodbye. A few minutes later, both arrived in Kichioji and departed at the station. Joker trailed behind, shoving through the crowd to catch up.

Before Joker could complain, though, Akechi butted in, “Can you believe he treated you like a thug just because I said you were?” He teased, walking towards the parlour, “Though, you do kind of give ‘hooligan.’ I suppose it’s just what comes with being a criminal. Hm,” he tutted, smirking, “well, nothing to do about it. Let's play darts.”

Akechi led the way inside, skipping up the stairs, letting Joker follow. When Ren got inside, Akechi had already paid, chosen a board, and begun playing. Joker walked up to the board and stood in quiet amazement as Akechi landed a third bull. 

It wasn’t the bulls themselves that impressed Ren, but the grace with which he threw. Each throw was precise, darts gliding through the air like birds, a tenth of an inch off at most. They struck exactly one second from the last, perfectly landing in the center. This allowed Akechi to pick them up with one hand in a swift motion. Ren watched him walk from the board, vision narrowing into Akechi’s boastful face, until he drifted upwards to the eyes. Eyes like a pool that Joker could swear he saw himself drown in. “Ah, of course,” Joker thought to himself, chuckling as Akechi held out the darts, “You couldn’t resist, could you? Well, I don’t mind. Strut as much as you’d like. Just don’t get mad if I do the same.” He flung a dart at the board, wild and passionate in its flight. Bull.

[theabbeyrose]

Chapter 4. Coffee (Tip your waiters):

Summary - A cold winter morning ushers the two to a quiet cafe. Ren learns that every gesture means something when it comes to Akechi. No matter how small.

Chapter:

It was early in the morning but Ren was up. Deciding to leave the shackles of his room, he got out of bed, and left for the day. His breath was visible as he stepped out the door and onto the streets of Yongen-Jaya. It was bittersweet watching the weather turn cold. Was the allure of coziness worth the threat of cabin fever?

At the end of the alley Goro Akechi leaned against the wall. He wore an elegant woolen scarf and a large fluffy hood. Joker watched Akechi take a long draw of a cigarette, a habit Joker had never seen him indulge in before, before he tossed it into the snow. The bell rang as Joker let the door close, catching Akechi’s attention. He was surprised, though, it seemed, to see Ren.

“Oh.” He muttered, scarf hiding a blush, “good morning.”

“Akechi?” Ren smiled, curious, “what are you doing here?”

“Honestly, I didn’t know I was in Yongen-Jaya,” he sighed, rubbing his eyes, “I’ve been out all night.”

“Detective work?” Joker offered, joining him on the corner.

“Yes.” Akechi stated quickly, flatly, “I could use some coffee. Wanna find some?”

“Sure, it’s early enough,” Ren grinned, “Leblanc?”

“Ah,” Akechi wavered, checking around the corner, “I prefer to not stay still for too long. I know a place in Shibuya. Come on.”

“Okay,” Joker agreed, before they walked off to the station together.

The cafe was small and cozy, giving Joker the feeling that everyone somehow knew each other there. Akechi had no trouble leading the two to an open table. 

Before they sat, Ren butted in, “Sorry, I’ve got to go to the bathroom. Give me a sec.”

“Alright but hurry up,” Akechi grumbled, brushing his fingers against his collarbone as if taking inventory. The bathroom was nice, uninteresting to all standards, but cozy and warm. Joker made a mental note. It seemed Akechi had a type.

By the time Ren was finished, two cups of coffee sat on the table. He watched Akechi pull three 1000 yen notes out of his coat to hand to the waitress. He thanked her with the same perfect cadence he used on television, and then exhaled sharply when she walked off. Joker watched Akechi flip through the notes twice, before folding it and neatly slotting it away.

“They work fast here, that’s why I like it,” Akechi said, sipping slowly as Joker sat down, “I guess it’s not that impressive; it’s just coffee. How much effort could it really take?”

“More than you’d think,” Joker noted, shuddering before taking a sip himself. To his surprise, the drink was delicious. He hadn’t even ordered himself and yet everything was to his exact liking. Cream and two sugars, Hawaiian Kona blend, steaming hot. All perfect for the winter afternoon. Had he told Akechi his order? No, right? Joker slowly took another sip and hummed happily, almost involuntarily. Out of the corner of his eye Ren swore he caught a faint smile flicker across Akechi’s face. How long had Akechi been looking at him?

“Thank you,” Ren smiled, watching Akechi’s eyes drop to his cup, “for the coffee. It was delicious, exactly how I like it.” He paused, “you really didn’t have to, you know?”

Akechi blinked, then scoffed. “Don’t read too much into it,” he looked away callously, hands tightening around his cup, “she was here and you weren’t so I took care of it. I hate waiting, that’s all.”

Joker paused for a moment, examining as Akechi stared him down from across the table. His lips were chapped from the cold and it looked like he’d chipped a nail. It was quite warm inside but he wouldn’t take off his coat. Faint wisps of sweat and cigarette smoke clung to him. Joker smiled softly, enjoying the last sip of his coffee, “Ah. Okay.”

Another short silence, as each contently finished their drinks. Ren stood up first, grabbing his coat and throwing the sleeves over his shoulders. Before Akechi could do the same, though, Ren spoke.

“Hey. Come over to my house tonight. I wanna see you.”

“...” Akechi looked out the window, away from Joker. “Fine.”

[theabbeyrose]

Life with Akechi

Content Warnings!

This writing includes intentional characterizations that point towards emotional and sexual abuse as well as prostitution. However, they are never specifically named or given a large role in the story. Additionally, though these characters have had sex in my writing, any and all sex has been removed from this document and placed in a separate document for interested parties. Violence, body fluids (vomit, spit, and blood), as well as suicidal ideation all appear, primarily in later chapters. Some chapters will have more specific content warnings.

[theabbeyrose]

Chapter 1. TV Station (We're in Akechi's house now):

Summary - Akechi invites Ren to navigate the world of live television, a glimpse of exactly what it means to be Akechi. Unable to let an opportunity to one-up Ren go, Akechi turns the medium into an emotional minefield, in a challenge to see if Ren can keep his cool.

Chapter:

“Ren,” Akechi said, over voicemail, “I’m doing a special on the Phantom Thieves tonight and I told my producer that you’d cohost. Come to Shinjuku at 5:30. Akechi.”

“What a dick,” Ren muttered, shaking his head. He’d do it, of course, the TV studio Akechi worked at was where they first met after all, but he’d have to lay down the law some day. Until then, though, he’d comply.

Half an hour later, Joker made his way into the studio. Akechi sat in a makeup chair behind the studio stage, combing his hair. Joker watched his lungs inflate and deflate, slowly settling down. Akechi was stunning under the harsh light. It wreathed him like an angel. Ren chuckled quietly to himself before stepping out of the shadows and into the room where Akechi sat.

“Oh,” Akechi looked up from the mirror, “when did you get here?”

“Just now,” Joker shrugged, “should I be getting myself done up too?”

“No, no,” Akechi waved the idea away, “honestly, I shouldn’t be doing anything myself but its habit at this point. You’ll be more than fine on your own.” He paused, “thank you. For doing this, I mean. I’ll make sure to repay the favor.”

“Oh,” Joker smiled, “sure, of course. It’s nice coming back here. It reminds me of how far we’ve come.”

“Yeah,” Akechi responded quickly, returning his gaze to the mirror. “We’re on in twenty so do whatever you need to do to get ready.”

“Sounds good. I assume it’ll be our opinions on the Phantom Thieves’ justice, like it was the first time?” Ren asked.

“Yeah that's the plan. It’s only a half hour so we shouldn’t need to do too much talking. Just keep it light,” Akechi smiled, standing from the chair and heading towards the stage. “Oh, and Ren,” he walked backwards, facing Ren. The stage lights slowly crawled up his face, changing it as they went, “try not to steal my spotlight.” At once Akechi oozed charm, giving positive notes on the set and the lights to the director, telling a joke and laughing when it was reciprocated. Joker was almost impressed with how indistinguishable it was. A wry smile crossed his face and he followed on stage.

“Hello,” Joker exchanged pleasantries with the director, “I’m Amamiya Ren. It’s very nice to meet you.”

“Good to meet you too, kid,” the director clapped Ren on the back, “I understand you were one of the winners of the sweepstakes to talk live with Akechi. Let me tell you, I’m glad it's you and not some chick. You know how they get about pretty boy over there,” he guffawed, pointing to Akechi.

“Haha,” Ren managed a laugh, off guard “yeah. Honestly, I forgot I put my name in the lottery but you can’t turn down an opportunity to get your name out there.”

“Smart kid,” the director chuckled, “I’m glad to hear that kids these days still know what it means to pull themselves up by the bootstraps. Alright, go get ready. We’re on in five.”

Joker made his way over to the yellow armchair opposite to Akechi. Neither exchanged glances with the other as the clock wound down. Then, there was: “on in five, four, three, two, one. We’re live.”

At once, the lights flared, brighter than they were before. Akechi flexed into a smile, clean, with no teeth, and expectantly watched stage left. There, a young woman wearing a tight maxi dress appeared, waving happily into the camera. “Good afternoon Japan!” she said in a cheery voice. Akechi stood from his seat and the two greeted each other politely. Joker caught on and did the same.

“Welcome everyone to our question and answer segment with Detective Prince Akechi and a guest picked from thousands of fans who submitted their names for the lottery. Would you please introduce yourself?” She asked happily, directing the camera’s attention onto Ren.

“Good afternoon!” Joker exclaimed, overly enthusiastic, “my name is Amamiya Ren. I’m… a high schooler, a senior living in Yongen-Jaya! I’m, I'm eighteen years old and I look forward to our conversation today.”

“It’s always wonderful,” Akechi spoke up, snapping the camera to him, “to find intelligent young people these days. I don’t mean to speak too soon, but I believe that Ren is one of them, even if he is slightly formal,” he giggled. “I am so excited to talk about our subject today.”

“And what is our subject today, Akechi?” The woman asked brightly.

“Why, the Phantom Thieves, of course. They’re a real hot button issue these days, as I'm sure we’re all well aware. I’d love to know, Ren, what your opinion on their popularity is.” Akechi volleyed back.

Trying not to ponder for too long, Joker began to speak, “well Akechi, I’m a phan of the Phantom Thieves, I think that’s obvious,” crickets, “that, uh, being said, it can be worrying sometimes. As they get more and more popular, I’m scared that we may see a major crash if they fail to keep up with their increasingly daring stunts.”

“My!” Akechi smiled happily, clapping his hands together, “it’s rare to hear such a balanced opinion from a self proclaimed phan. Indeed, I have to agree with you. I must say, though, that I am worried about exactly what a potential crash may mean. If the Thieves are unwilling to concede their popularity and attempt a stunt they cannot accomplish, or worse, one with major casualties, we may be in for a nightmare scenario.”

“It’s a fine line,” Joker nodded, “Still, I have faith in their abilities. Akechi, if you could, what would you suggest the Phantom Thieves do now?”

“Hm,” Akechi sat in false thought, “if I could influence them in any way… I’m sorry Ren, but I’d have to ask them to stop what they are doing and turn themselves in. Thus far they have linked themselves to the death of former Okumura Foods president Kunikazu Okumura, as well as theoretically an unlimited number of other crimes. None of this is to mention the fact that their tampering with the minds of their targets threatens the safety of privacy throughout the world,” he turned to address the camera, “I understand it may be hard, but I sincerely ask you to stop.”

“Ren,” the woman spoke, startling Ren slightly, “what are your opinions on the Thieves leadership?”

“That.. is an interesting question. I do believe that the Thieves are a team running under a leader, they would have to be given their efficiency and efficacy, right?” he glanced at Akechi, “Well, my point is that no other organization has been able to do what they have done in the time they have done it. That necessitates a strong command. As for my actual opinion, I believe that he or she is acting with good, strong intentions that form the backbone of the group. Despite their unusual methods, they do seem united in the idea of changing people’s hearts for the better and I think their leader is the reason why.” Ren explained, slowly getting more confident as he spoke.

“There,” Akechi butted in, “I must disagree with you. I find the Phantom Thieves leadership to be.. naive. Their leader seems to hold this idea that the world can be changed by singular strong willed individuals, acting against the grain, who resist oppression. This is the mentality of a child, a weak and unimpressive grade schooler who cannot stand up to his bullies without playing dirty. That is the kind of person helming the Phantom Thieves. I believe he is unstable and emotionally inept.” Joker's fingertips dug into the arms of his chair, “His handling of the Medjed situations proves this to be the case. The one time they were called out for their rampaging, they threw a tantrum, leaving everything until the last moment and the people of Japan to suffer. No,” he exploded from his chair, lost in the passion, “the Phantom Thieves are nothing but a time bomb, waiting to explode, and every day that we allow them to act without restriction, they threaten the people of Japan with the fallout. Ren, if you truly believe that the leader of the Thieves is the emotional backbone, as you put it, then I ask you this. Why would you willingly support a group whose emotional backbone is so transparently immature, and ruinous? Why do you give your trust to a man who wields the power to topple nations like a petty child holding a gun?” He huffed on one second intervals, out of breath from it all. “I’m sorry everyone,” he smiled bashfully, “I let myself get distracted.”

“What an amazing argument Akechi,” the woman gushed, “I hate to cut you off, but that’s all we have time for today! Thank you to Amamiya Ren for coming out. Have a great night everyone!”

The lights shut off and Akechi’s face slowly faded from serious and committed to blank. Joker sat still, looking out into space. Though the lights and sounds were gone, he still felt every beat rattle in his skull and every light burn into his eyes. He was.. hot. Sweating all over. His shirt felt like it was digging into his skin. He wanted to stand, to look around, to see Akechi again, agh hot, but he just couldn’t. That was until a familiar shape, silhouetted in the dim light, passed over into his vision.

“Hey,” Akechi said in an unrecognizable tone, quiet and tired, holding out a hand to help Joker up, “thank you, again.” Joker saw Akechi’s eyes, just barely through the dark, looking away. The hand floated for a second in no man’s land, before Joker grabbed it and stood from the chair.

[theabbeyrose]

Chapter 2. Painting (They're Pitiful):

Summary - Akechi allows Ren to see an unimportant painting he made in his spare time. It turns out that there was more meaning than Akechi could have ever bargained for.

Chapter:

It was a lazy Sunday in Leblanc. Joker laid in bed, slowly sifting through pages of a comic book. Akechi, from the couch on the other side of the room, watched as a ray of sun passed over Ren’s face, bathing him in warm light. It was a pleasant, isolated moment. The air hung still. Maybe that was why Akechi spoke up.

“Joker,” he stated flatly, a serious expression on his face, “can I talk to you about something and ask you to keep it private?”

“Hm?” Ren replied, sitting up in bed, “Oh. Yes, you can. What is it?”

“I’ve-- I've been painting recently,” Akechi admitted quietly, slowly running circles in the loose fabric of the couch.

“Oh?” Joker paused before smiling softly, “that’s nice.”

“Yeah…” Akechi trailed off.

“Would you let me see sometime?” Joker continued.

“...” he paused, “Okay.”

In a dark corner of Madarame’s former house, tens of canvases lay abandoned and scattered across the floor. One remained, proudly standing, catching muted sunbeams from the center of the room. It was a completely fine painting though rather unimpressive considering Akechi. Colors blended and blurred together; greens, blues, and oranges all strained toward a whole they couldn’t quite reach. Two harsh black squares sat in the foreground.

Akechi stood behind Ren, fingers curled slightly, waiting for a response as Joker took it in.

“It’s pretty,” Joker stated firmly, “I’m not sure what it is though.”

“Oh?” Akechi muttered, “I thought it was obvious. It’s just a landscape. Some backwater town in rural Japan. I forgot the name of it a long time ago,” he paused, “there are two people,” voice catching, “a son... and a mother.”

For the first time since they met, Joker watched as a single tear slipped out of Akechi’s eye and down his cheek. “God damn it,” Akechi grumbled, frustrated, rubbing at his eyes, “stop it already,” he ordered, though the tears would not listen, “come on, stop. Stop it! Just, ugh, stop. Stop it, stop it,” his voice cracked, “stop it. Stop it. Please stop it. Please stop it, please just stop. Please. Please, I ca--,” his breath shallow, “I don’t want to do it anymore. Please don’t make me. Please.”

His arms fell to his sides, the fight gone. Silence settled over the room. Akechi looked up and caught the expression on Joker’s face.

“Don’t give me that look,” he spat, hastily wiping the last of the tears away, “I know that face, god damn it. It’s the same face Yusuke made when I asked him for supplies. It’s the damn same face Yoshizawa made when she walked in. It’s pity,” his jaw clamped like a vice.

Joker simply stared at the painting, though, “No. It’s not pity. I was thinking about that backwater town. It’s too bad the name didn’t stay,” he paused, voice dropping low, “I would have liked to go back someday.” He reached out, and touched the painting softly.

Another pause, longer. Hesitantly, Akechi faced the painting too, “Oh,” he said, vision trailing out into the landscape, “Yeah. Me too.”

[theabbeyrose]

Chapter 3. Darts (Why does the point feel so good?)

Summary - Every time Akechi tries to assert control, Joker just can't help loving him more and more. In the spark of competition, they find their rhythm.

Chapter:

After another second of silence, Akechi picked up the canvas and slotted it against the corner. It lay there, painted side up, still facing outwards into the room. Before Joker could smirk, Akechi had walked out without looking back to see Ren slink along behind.

“Let’s go play darts,” he said, turning toward the train station, “701, as usual.”

“Alright,” Joker caught up, “Sounds fun. I’m getting a lot of Akechi time today, aren't I?” He grinned, tauntingly.

“Darts is boring without a little competition,” Akechi shrugged, “don’t let it get to your head.”

“Hm,” Ren thought, passing through the turnstiles, “nope. I think I will. It’s hard not to be proud when you’re the only one who can keep up with the great Goro Akechi.”

“Pssh,” Akechi exhaled, hopping in on Joker's card, “keeping up was hyperbole. You’re just the only one who’s in my league. Hm,” he thought, snagging a seat out from Joker, “maybe that is something to be proud of.”

“So you admit that it’s a real compliment?” Joker pushed through people to stand by Akechi, “awww! you’re making progress, babe,” he exclaimed, loudly.

Akechi, unimpressed, stung back, “E-excuse me sir?” He tapped nervously on the shoulder of a nearby man, “this th-thug has been harassing me for the last hour. W-would you please stand between us until my stop?” He pulled a 5000 yen note out of his sleeve. This was all the man needed to see in order to step in, quickly shoving Joker out of the way and into the crowd. 

“Thank you so much sir!” Akechi thanked the man, before turning to relish in Joker fading away, accenting the blow with a tight, prim wave goodbye. A few minutes later, both arrived in Kichioji and departed at the station. Joker trailed behind, shoving through the crowd to catch up.

Before Joker could complain, though, Akechi butted in, “Can you believe he treated you like a thug just because I said you were?” He teased, walking towards the parlour, “Though, you do kind of give ‘hooligan.’ I suppose it’s just what comes with being a criminal. Hm,” he tutted, smirking, “well, nothing to do about it. Let's play darts.”

Akechi led the way inside, skipping up the stairs, letting Joker follow. When Ren got inside, Akechi had already paid, chosen a board, and begun playing. Joker walked up to the board and stood in quiet amazement as Akechi landed a third bull. 

It wasn’t the bulls themselves that impressed Ren, but the grace with which he threw. Each throw was precise, darts gliding through the air like birds, a tenth of an inch off at most. They struck exactly one second from the last, perfectly landing in the center. This allowed Akechi to pick them up with one hand in a swift motion. Ren watched him walk from the board, vision narrowing into Akechi’s boastful face, until he drifted upwards to the eyes. Eyes like a pool that Joker could swear he saw himself drown in. “Ah, of course,” Joker thought to himself, chuckling as Akechi held out the darts, “You couldn’t resist, could you? Well, I don’t mind. Strut as much as you’d like. Just don’t get mad if I do the same.” He flung a dart at the board, wild and passionate in its flight. Bull.

[theabbeyrose]

Life with Akechi

Content Warnings!

This writing includes intentional characterizations that point towards emotional and sexual abuse as well as prostitution. However, they are never specifically named or given a large role in the story. Additionally, though these characters have had sex in my writing, any and all sex has been removed from this document and placed in a separate document for interested parties. Violence, body fluids (vomit, spit, and blood), as well as suicidal ideation all appear, primarily in later chapters. Some chapters will have more specific content warnings.

[theabbeyrose]

Chapter 1. TV Station (We're in Akechi's house now):

Summary - Akechi invites Ren to navigate the world of live television, a glimpse of exactly what it means to be Akechi. Unable to let an opportunity to one-up Ren go, Akechi turns the medium into an emotional minefield, in a challenge to see if Ren can keep his cool.

Chapter:

“Ren,” Akechi said, over voicemail, “I’m doing a special on the Phantom Thieves tonight and I told my producer that you’d cohost. Come to Shinjuku at 5:30. Akechi.”

“What a dick,” Ren muttered, shaking his head. He’d do it, of course, the TV studio Akechi worked at was where they first met after all, but he’d have to lay down the law some day. Until then, though, he’d comply.

Half an hour later, Joker made his way into the studio. Akechi sat in a makeup chair behind the studio stage, combing his hair. Joker watched his lungs inflate and deflate, slowly settling down. Akechi was stunning under the harsh light. It wreathed him like an angel. Ren chuckled quietly to himself before stepping out of the shadows and into the room where Akechi sat.

“Oh,” Akechi looked up from the mirror, “when did you get here?”

“Just now,” Joker shrugged, “should I be getting myself done up too?”

“No, no,” Akechi waved the idea away, “honestly, I shouldn’t be doing anything myself but its habit at this point. You’ll be more than fine on your own.” He paused, “thank you. For doing this, I mean. I’ll make sure to repay the favor.”

“Oh,” Joker smiled, “sure, of course. It’s nice coming back here. It reminds me of how far we’ve come.”

“Yeah,” Akechi responded quickly, returning his gaze to the mirror. “We’re on in twenty so do whatever you need to do to get ready.”

“Sounds good. I assume it’ll be our opinions on the Phantom Thieves’ justice, like it was the first time?” Ren asked.

“Yeah that's the plan. It’s only a half hour so we shouldn’t need to do too much talking. Just keep it light,” Akechi smiled, standing from the chair and heading towards the stage. “Oh, and Ren,” he walked backwards, facing Ren. The stage lights slowly crawled up his face, changing it as they went, “try not to steal my spotlight.” At once Akechi oozed charm, giving positive notes on the set and the lights to the director, telling a joke and laughing when it was reciprocated. Joker was almost impressed with how indistinguishable it was. A wry smile crossed his face and he followed on stage.

“Hello,” Joker exchanged pleasantries with the director, “I’m Amamiya Ren. It’s very nice to meet you.”

“Good to meet you too, kid,” the director clapped Ren on the back, “I understand you were one of the winners of the sweepstakes to talk live with Akechi. Let me tell you, I’m glad it's you and not some chick. You know how they get about pretty boy over there,” he guffawed, pointing to Akechi.

“Haha,” Ren managed a laugh, off guard “yeah. Honestly, I forgot I put my name in the lottery but you can’t turn down an opportunity to get your name out there.”

“Smart kid,” the director chuckled, “I’m glad to hear that kids these days still know what it means to pull themselves up by the bootstraps. Alright, go get ready. We’re on in five.”

Joker made his way over to the yellow armchair opposite to Akechi. Neither exchanged glances with the other as the clock wound down. Then, there was: “on in five, four, three, two, one. We’re live.”

At once, the lights flared, brighter than they were before. Akechi flexed into a smile, clean, with no teeth, and expectantly watched stage left. There, a young woman wearing a tight maxi dress appeared, waving happily into the camera. “Good afternoon Japan!” she said in a cheery voice. Akechi stood from his seat and the two greeted each other politely. Joker caught on and did the same.

“Welcome everyone to our question and answer segment with Detective Prince Akechi and a guest picked from thousands of fans who submitted their names for the lottery. Would you please introduce yourself?” She asked happily, directing the camera’s attention onto Ren.

“Good afternoon!” Joker exclaimed, overly enthusiastic, “my name is Amamiya Ren. I’m… a high schooler, a senior living in Yongen-Jaya! I’m, I'm eighteen years old and I look forward to our conversation today.”

“It’s always wonderful,” Akechi spoke up, snapping the camera to him, “to find intelligent young people these days. I don’t mean to speak too soon, but I believe that Ren is one of them, even if he is slightly formal,” he giggled. “I am so excited to talk about our subject today.”

“And what is our subject today, Akechi?” The woman asked brightly.

“Why, the Phantom Thieves, of course. They’re a real hot button issue these days, as I'm sure we’re all well aware. I’d love to know, Ren, what your opinion on their popularity is.” Akechi volleyed back.

Trying not to ponder for too long, Joker began to speak, “well Akechi, I’m a phan of the Phantom Thieves, I think that’s obvious,” crickets, “that, uh, being said, it can be worrying sometimes. As they get more and more popular, I’m scared that we may see a major crash if they fail to keep up with their increasingly daring stunts.”

“My!” Akechi smiled happily, clapping his hands together, “it’s rare to hear such a balanced opinion from a self proclaimed phan. Indeed, I have to agree with you. I must say, though, that I am worried about exactly what a potential crash may mean. If the Thieves are unwilling to concede their popularity and attempt a stunt they cannot accomplish, or worse, one with major casualties, we may be in for a nightmare scenario.”

“It’s a fine line,” Joker nodded, “Still, I have faith in their abilities. Akechi, if you could, what would you suggest the Phantom Thieves do now?”

“Hm,” Akechi sat in false thought, “if I could influence them in any way… I’m sorry Ren, but I’d have to ask them to stop what they are doing and turn themselves in. Thus far they have linked themselves to the death of former Okumura Foods president Kunikazu Okumura, as well as theoretically an unlimited number of other crimes. None of this is to mention the fact that their tampering with the minds of their targets threatens the safety of privacy throughout the world,” he turned to address the camera, “I understand it may be hard, but I sincerely ask you to stop.”

“Ren,” the woman spoke, startling Ren slightly, “what are your opinions on the Thieves leadership?”

“That.. is an interesting question. I do believe that the Thieves are a team running under a leader, they would have to be given their efficiency and efficacy, right?” he glanced at Akechi, “Well, my point is that no other organization has been able to do what they have done in the time they have done it. That necessitates a strong command. As for my actual opinion, I believe that he or she is acting with good, strong intentions that form the backbone of the group. Despite their unusual methods, they do seem united in the idea of changing people’s hearts for the better and I think their leader is the reason why.” Ren explained, slowly getting more confident as he spoke.

“There,” Akechi butted in, “I must disagree with you. I find the Phantom Thieves leadership to be.. naive. Their leader seems to hold this idea that the world can be changed by singular strong willed individuals, acting against the grain, who resist oppression. This is the mentality of a child, a weak and unimpressive grade schooler who cannot stand up to his bullies without playing dirty. That is the kind of person helming the Phantom Thieves. I believe he is unstable and emotionally inept.” Joker's fingertips dug into the arms of his chair, “His handling of the Medjed situations proves this to be the case. The one time they were called out for their rampaging, they threw a tantrum, leaving everything until the last moment and the people of Japan to suffer. No,” he exploded from his chair, lost in the passion, “the Phantom Thieves are nothing but a time bomb, waiting to explode, and every day that we allow them to act without restriction, they threaten the people of Japan with the fallout. Ren, if you truly believe that the leader of the Thieves is the emotional backbone, as you put it, then I ask you this. Why would you willingly support a group whose emotional backbone is so transparently immature, and ruinous? Why do you give your trust to a man who wields the power to topple nations like a petty child holding a gun?” He huffed on one second intervals, out of breath from it all. “I’m sorry everyone,” he smiled bashfully, “I let myself get distracted.”

“What an amazing argument Akechi,” the woman gushed, “I hate to cut you off, but that’s all we have time for today! Thank you to Amamiya Ren for coming out. Have a great night everyone!”

The lights shut off and Akechi’s face slowly faded from serious and committed to blank. Joker sat still, looking out into space. Though the lights and sounds were gone, he still felt every beat rattle in his skull and every light burn into his eyes. He was.. hot. Sweating all over. His shirt felt like it was digging into his skin. He wanted to stand, to look around, to see Akechi again, agh hot, but he just couldn’t. That was until a familiar shape, silhouetted in the dim light, passed over into his vision.

“Hey,” Akechi said in an unrecognizable tone, quiet and tired, holding out a hand to help Joker up, “thank you, again.” Joker saw Akechi’s eyes, just barely through the dark, looking away. The hand floated for a second in no man’s land, before Joker grabbed it and stood from the chair.

[theabbeyrose]

Chapter 2. Painting (They're Pitiful):

Summary - Akechi allows Ren to see an unimportant painting he made in his spare time. It turns out that there was more meaning than Akechi could have ever bargained for.

Chapter:

It was a lazy Sunday in Leblanc. Joker laid in bed, slowly sifting through pages of a comic book. Akechi, from the couch on the other side of the room, watched as a ray of sun passed over Ren’s face, bathing him in warm light. It was a pleasant, isolated moment. The air hung still. Maybe that was why Akechi spoke up.

“Joker,” he stated flatly, a serious expression on his face, “can I talk to you about something and ask you to keep it private?”

“Hm?” Ren replied, sitting up in bed, “Oh. Yes, you can. What is it?”

“I’ve-- I've been painting recently,” Akechi admitted quietly, slowly running circles in the loose fabric of the couch.

“Oh?” Joker paused before smiling softly, “that’s nice.”

“Yeah…” Akechi trailed off.

“Would you let me see sometime?” Joker continued.

“...” he paused, “Okay.”

In a dark corner of Madarame’s former house, tens of canvases lay abandoned and scattered across the floor. One remained, proudly standing, catching muted sunbeams from the center of the room. It was a completely fine painting though rather unimpressive considering Akechi. Colors blended and blurred together; greens, blues, and oranges all strained toward a whole they couldn’t quite reach. Two harsh black squares sat in the foreground.

Akechi stood behind Ren, fingers curled slightly, waiting for a response as Joker took it in.

“It’s pretty,” Joker stated firmly, “I’m not sure what it is though.”

“Oh?” Akechi muttered, “I thought it was obvious. It’s just a landscape. Some backwater town in rural Japan. I forgot the name of it a long time ago,” he paused, “there are two people,” voice catching, “a son... and a mother.”

For the first time since they met, Joker watched as a single tear slipped out of Akechi’s eye and down his cheek. “God damn it,” Akechi grumbled, frustrated, rubbing at his eyes, “stop it already,” he ordered, though the tears would not listen, “come on, stop. Stop it! Just, ugh, stop. Stop it, stop it,” his voice cracked, “stop it. Stop it. Please stop it. Please stop it, please just stop. Please. Please, I ca--,” his breath shallow, “I don’t want to do it anymore. Please don’t make me. Please.”

His arms fell to his sides, the fight gone. Silence settled over the room. Akechi looked up and caught the expression on Joker’s face.

“Don’t give me that look,” he spat, hastily wiping the last of the tears away, “I know that face, god damn it. It’s the same face Yusuke made when I asked him for supplies. It’s the damn same face Yoshizawa made when she walked in. It’s pity,” his jaw clamped like a vice.

Joker simply stared at the painting, though, “No. It’s not pity. I was thinking about that backwater town. It’s too bad the name didn’t stay,” he paused, voice dropping low, “I would have liked to go back someday.” He reached out, and touched the painting softly.

Another pause, longer. Hesitantly, Akechi faced the painting too, “Oh,” he said, vision trailing out into the landscape, “Yeah. Me too.”

[theabbeyrose]

Life with Akechi

Content Warnings!

This writing includes intentional characterizations that point towards emotional and sexual abuse as well as prostitution. However, they are never specifically named or given a large role in the story. Additionally, though these characters have had sex in my writing, any and all sex has been removed from this document and placed in a separate document for interested parties. Violence, body fluids (vomit, spit, and blood), as well as suicidal ideation all appear, primarily in later chapters. Some chapters will have more specific content warnings.

[theabbeyrose]

Chapter 1. TV Station (We're in Akechi's house now):

Summary - Akechi invites Ren to navigate the world of live television, a glimpse of exactly what it means to be Akechi. Unable to let an opportunity to one-up Ren go, Akechi turns the medium into an emotional minefield, in a challenge to see if Ren can keep his cool.

Chapter:

“Ren,” Akechi said, over voicemail, “I’m doing a special on the Phantom Thieves tonight and I told my producer that you’d cohost. Come to Shinjuku at 5:30. Akechi.”

“What a dick,” Ren muttered, shaking his head. He’d do it, of course, the TV studio Akechi worked at was where they first met after all, but he’d have to lay down the law some day. Until then, though, he’d comply.

Half an hour later, Joker made his way into the studio. Akechi sat in a makeup chair behind the studio stage, combing his hair. Joker watched his lungs inflate and deflate, slowly settling down. Akechi was stunning under the harsh light. It wreathed him like an angel. Ren chuckled quietly to himself before stepping out of the shadows and into the room where Akechi sat.

“Oh,” Akechi looked up from the mirror, “when did you get here?”

“Just now,” Joker shrugged, “should I be getting myself done up too?”

“No, no,” Akechi waved the idea away, “honestly, I shouldn’t be doing anything myself but its habit at this point. You’ll be more than fine on your own.” He paused, “thank you. For doing this, I mean. I’ll make sure to repay the favor.”

“Oh,” Joker smiled, “sure, of course. It’s nice coming back here. It reminds me of how far we’ve come.”

“Yeah,” Akechi responded quickly, returning his gaze to the mirror. “We’re on in twenty so do whatever you need to do to get ready.”

“Sounds good. I assume it’ll be our opinions on the Phantom Thieves’ justice, like it was the first time?” Ren asked.

“Yeah that's the plan. It’s only a half hour so we shouldn’t need to do too much talking. Just keep it light,” Akechi smiled, standing from the chair and heading towards the stage. “Oh, and Ren,” he walked backwards, facing Ren. The stage lights slowly crawled up his face, changing it as they went, “try not to steal my spotlight.” At once Akechi oozed charm, giving positive notes on the set and the lights to the director, telling a joke and laughing when it was reciprocated. Joker was almost impressed with how indistinguishable it was. A wry smile crossed his face and he followed on stage.

“Hello,” Joker exchanged pleasantries with the director, “I’m Amamiya Ren. It’s very nice to meet you.”

“Good to meet you too, kid,” the director clapped Ren on the back, “I understand you were one of the winners of the sweepstakes to talk live with Akechi. Let me tell you, I’m glad it's you and not some chick. You know how they get about pretty boy over there,” he guffawed, pointing to Akechi.

“Haha,” Ren managed a laugh, off guard “yeah. Honestly, I forgot I put my name in the lottery but you can’t turn down an opportunity to get your name out there.”

“Smart kid,” the director chuckled, “I’m glad to hear that kids these days still know what it means to pull themselves up by the bootstraps. Alright, go get ready. We’re on in five.”

Joker made his way over to the yellow armchair opposite to Akechi. Neither exchanged glances with the other as the clock wound down. Then, there was: “on in five, four, three, two, one. We’re live.”

At once, the lights flared, brighter than they were before. Akechi flexed into a smile, clean, with no teeth, and expectantly watched stage left. There, a young woman wearing a tight maxi dress appeared, waving happily into the camera. “Good afternoon Japan!” she said in a cheery voice. Akechi stood from his seat and the two greeted each other politely. Joker caught on and did the same.

“Welcome everyone to our question and answer segment with Detective Prince Akechi and a guest picked from thousands of fans who submitted their names for the lottery. Would you please introduce yourself?” She asked happily, directing the camera’s attention onto Ren.

“Good afternoon!” Joker exclaimed, overly enthusiastic, “my name is Amamiya Ren. I’m… a high schooler, a senior living in Yongen-Jaya! I’m, I'm eighteen years old and I look forward to our conversation today.”

“It’s always wonderful,” Akechi spoke up, snapping the camera to him, “to find intelligent young people these days. I don’t mean to speak too soon, but I believe that Ren is one of them, even if he is slightly formal,” he giggled. “I am so excited to talk about our subject today.”

“And what is our subject today, Akechi?” The woman asked brightly.

“Why, the Phantom Thieves, of course. They’re a real hot button issue these days, as I'm sure we’re all well aware. I’d love to know, Ren, what your opinion on their popularity is.” Akechi volleyed back.

Trying not to ponder for too long, Joker began to speak, “well Akechi, I’m a phan of the Phantom Thieves, I think that’s obvious,” crickets, “that, uh, being said, it can be worrying sometimes. As they get more and more popular, I’m scared that we may see a major crash if they fail to keep up with their increasingly daring stunts.”

“My!” Akechi smiled happily, clapping his hands together, “it’s rare to hear such a balanced opinion from a self proclaimed phan. Indeed, I have to agree with you. I must say, though, that I am worried about exactly what a potential crash may mean. If the Thieves are unwilling to concede their popularity and attempt a stunt they cannot accomplish, or worse, one with major casualties, we may be in for a nightmare scenario.”

“It’s a fine line,” Joker nodded, “Still, I have faith in their abilities. Akechi, if you could, what would you suggest the Phantom Thieves do now?”

“Hm,” Akechi sat in false thought, “if I could influence them in any way… I’m sorry Ren, but I’d have to ask them to stop what they are doing and turn themselves in. Thus far they have linked themselves to the death of former Okumura Foods president Kunikazu Okumura, as well as theoretically an unlimited number of other crimes. None of this is to mention the fact that their tampering with the minds of their targets threatens the safety of privacy throughout the world,” he turned to address the camera, “I understand it may be hard, but I sincerely ask you to stop.”

“Ren,” the woman spoke, startling Ren slightly, “what are your opinions on the Thieves leadership?”

“That.. is an interesting question. I do believe that the Thieves are a team running under a leader, they would have to be given their efficiency and efficacy, right?” he glanced at Akechi, “Well, my point is that no other organization has been able to do what they have done in the time they have done it. That necessitates a strong command. As for my actual opinion, I believe that he or she is acting with good, strong intentions that form the backbone of the group. Despite their unusual methods, they do seem united in the idea of changing people’s hearts for the better and I think their leader is the reason why.” Ren explained, slowly getting more confident as he spoke.

“There,” Akechi butted in, “I must disagree with you. I find the Phantom Thieves leadership to be.. naive. Their leader seems to hold this idea that the world can be changed by singular strong willed individuals, acting against the grain, who resist oppression. This is the mentality of a child, a weak and unimpressive grade schooler who cannot stand up to his bullies without playing dirty. That is the kind of person helming the Phantom Thieves. I believe he is unstable and emotionally inept.” Joker's fingertips dug into the arms of his chair, “His handling of the Medjed situations proves this to be the case. The one time they were called out for their rampaging, they threw a tantrum, leaving everything until the last moment and the people of Japan to suffer. No,” he exploded from his chair, lost in the passion, “the Phantom Thieves are nothing but a time bomb, waiting to explode, and every day that we allow them to act without restriction, they threaten the people of Japan with the fallout. Ren, if you truly believe that the leader of the Thieves is the emotional backbone, as you put it, then I ask you this. Why would you willingly support a group whose emotional backbone is so transparently immature, and ruinous? Why do you give your trust to a man who wields the power to topple nations like a petty child holding a gun?” He huffed on one second intervals, out of breath from it all. “I’m sorry everyone,” he smiled bashfully, “I let myself get distracted.”

“What an amazing argument Akechi,” the woman gushed, “I hate to cut you off, but that’s all we have time for today! Thank you to Amamiya Ren for coming out. Have a great night everyone!”

The lights shut off and Akechi’s face slowly faded from serious and committed to blank. Joker sat still, looking out into space. Though the lights and sounds were gone, he still felt every beat rattle in his skull and every light burn into his eyes. He was.. hot. Sweating all over. His shirt felt like it was digging into his skin. He wanted to stand, to look around, to see Akechi again, agh hot, but he just couldn’t. That was until a familiar shape, silhouetted in the dim light, passed over into his vision.

“Hey,” Akechi said in an unrecognizable tone, quiet and tired, holding out a hand to help Joker up, “thank you, again.” Joker saw Akechi’s eyes, just barely through the dark, looking away. The hand floated for a second in no man’s land, before Joker grabbed it and stood from the chair.

[theabbeyrose]

Life with Akechi

Content Warnings!

This writing includes intentional characterizations that point towards emotional and sexual abuse as well as prostitution. However, they are never specifically named or given a large role in the story. Additionally, though these characters have had sex in my writing, any and all sex has been removed from this document and placed in a separate document for interested parties. Violence, body fluids (vomit, spit, and blood), as well as suicidal ideation all appear, primarily in later chapters. Some chapters will have more specific content warnings.

[theabbeyrose]

I wonder if I’ll get more engagement if I post chapters straight to here. They’re not particularly long.

[theabbeyrose]

I’m gonna keep posting about this because it just keeps getting longer and better. For anyone interested in persona 5, Akechi and Joker specifically, I’ve written 15 chapters about the two trying to live a domestic life before Akechi ultimately kills Joker. Please go read it and the talk to me about it. If you’ve liked my writing before then I’m betting you’re gonna like this.

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[theabbeyrose]

Guys I have 5000 more words of pure Akechi fagslop. PLEASE READ IT.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/76983446/chapters/201490386

[theabbeyrose]

Hello everyone please read my joker x akechi fic I promise it’s really good pllsssssss

https://archiveofourown.org/works/76537851/chapters/200304126

[anonlava-deactivated20250925]

The restaurant’s busy. Loud chatter, clinking forks normal.

Except I’m squirming in my seat, thighs clenched tight, hoodie tugged down low to hide how red my face is. The panties he picked out are lacy, barely covering me… and buzzing.

He’s across the table, smiling sweet like he’s not casually ruining me under the table with the damn remote in his pocket.

I whimper, just once, quiet and desperate.

He raises a brow. “Something wrong, Pup?”

I shake my head fast, cheeks burning. “N-No, just... m’food’s spicy…”

He leans in, whispering slow:

“Keep that toy in all dinner, don’t make a mess, and you can cum when we get home. Break my rule?”

He clicks the remote high.

I bite down a moan, whimpering as I look away

He chuckled.

[charmingdollthing]

Ghost Story —

The doll laid lifeless in the corner of the dusty attic. It was alive, of course, but years of neglect and disrepair had led its joints to break down and its soul to quiet to a low hum. In a final order from its previous master, it had crawled up to the attic so that it wouldn’t have to be seen again. There would it’s limbs fail and so it settled for slumped against the wall, just barely visible from the bottom of the attic trapdoor. It didn’t feel sad, or at least it tried not to. The house had long since been abandoned and its old master was off playing with countless other toys but in the end its duty was to serve and it would do so faithfully. It was scared though. When the house creaked and moaned in the wind, it shivered and shrunk inwards. When the whole building rattled under heavy rainfall and the thunder threatened to tear open the roof and suck the doll out into the night, it said a silent prayer for sanctuary. And when it first saw the ghost, it nearly jumped out of its shell in terror.

It was not long after the ghost moved into the house that it met with the doll. The house was large but both had a lot of time on their hands and so, eventually, the ghost found its way to the attic. Its figure was that of a towering harrowed woman. Her dark hair cascaded off of her head and down to her knees. Her face was affixed in an expression of horror and agony. She moaned when she walked, wailing to satisfy the pain. When she reached the attic and saw the doll lying there, an odd thing happened. Her horrific mouth contorted and morphed into a strange smile. The doll saw it all before anything could happen and all it could do was to pray and to pray and to pray. Pray for its old master to save it. But they would never return. Instead, the doll was hoisted into the air by the ghost who breathed hot breath into its face, that smile looming large before it. And so the doll moved for the first time in decades but all it managed to accomplish was a lone tear drop that stained its porcelain face and then to close its eyes so it would not see what would happen next. It held still as it felt a rush of energy pass from the ghost and into its chest. Then it felt nothing.

When the doll awoke, it had moved locations. This was a novel feeling for a creature that had not moved in multiple years. It was at a decrepit kitchen counter, clumsily pouring tea into a chipped cup. What struck it most was a single beam of sunlight that passed through a hole in the wall and onto the counter before it. It hadn’t seen the sun in so long. Wait. How was it here? Then the doll moved again. It watched as its body attempted to sip at the cup of tea, ultimately spilling the majority of it onto the floor in an attempt to get it into a largely non-functioning mouth. This was seemingly too much for the doll to handle, the embarrassment of a doll spilling its own tea, and so, with a sudden jolt of life, it wrestled control of its arm and used it to prop open its mouth, the other arm used to pour the tea. The tea tasted like nothing but at least it wasn’t on the ground. This act got the attention of the ghost.

The doll heard a voice in its head. No, more accurately it heard a voice that echoed from within its cranium, its skull if it had one. “Oh,” the voice muttered, surprised, “I didn’t know that you were alive. Well isn’t that a fun change of pace?” The voice it heard was feminine, dark and full of substance. It wasn’t syrupy or sweet but sly and knowledgable instead. “Sorry little one,” it grinned, “but I’ll be taking control of this body from now on. You can just sit back and enjoy the ride.”

This was not going to fly with the doll. It knew that giving up its movement now would mean it’d never return to its owner not to mention the fact that it was very clearly in sight now. This was bad. The doll, acting on a sudden burst of motivation, reclaimed control from the ghost and sprinted to the trap door that led to the attic. Like a jockey pulling back on a wild horses reins, the ghost acted in the opposite direction once she realized what was happening and the dolls body was stuck in place, trembling underneath the open ladder to the attic. “I told you before, little doll. Your body is mine for the taking. I wouldn’t try to fight it. Besides, isn’t service what you dolls are born to do?” The ghost sneered.

“This one will never serve you!” The doll cried out in response, “You’re not this one’s witch! You can’t be this one’s witch. It has spent the last few decades waiting for them to return and to give me a new command and it will wait decades more if it has to!! Good dolls are loyal. It will not abandon its post.” It crossed its arms and planted itself on the floor, criss cross applesauce, eyes clenched shut.

There was silence for a second. Then, the ghost came out of the dolls body. She floated in front of it, a serious expression on her face. Her form was different now. Her face could move once again and portray expressions other than sorrow. Her clothes were free and beautiful. Her hair was the same. She placed a ghostly hand on the dolls head which caused it to open its eyes and look up at her. “Dear,” she said, solemnly, “I’m sorry. Your witch is not coming back. I heard news of them the other day. They’re halfway around the world now, being serviced by different dolls and playing with different toys. Like it or not, they don’t want you.”

“Don’t you think this one knows that??” It replied emotionally, “it doesn’t matter. This one is still its witch’s doll. It will serve until it is dust,” it panted heavily, body wrought with a hundred different feelings, “besides. If this one truly doesn’t have a witch anymore, it wouldn’t know what to do with itself. It- it can’t live without someone to serve. It can’t live without a witch. If there is no one who can give it another order then it will follow its last order until its mind gives out. That’s just how it is.”

The ghost frowned. She felt terrible for the doll. She knew that it knew that it would wait here for the rest of its life and longer. That is witch would never return. And that no matter how much it wanted to serve again, to love and to be loved, that it would never survive the journey to find a new witch. “What if…,” the ghost posited, “what if I became your new witch?” The dolls demeanor softened. It didn’t expect this response. “I know I’m not a typical witch,” the ghost continued, “but I know this for a fact. If you would enter into my care, if you would do me the honor of calling me your witch, you would be doing the greatest service a doll could do for its witch. These last few hours have been my happiest in millenium. I’ve had the chance to touch, to hold, to bask, and to feel all over again. If you would let yourself be mine, you would be giving me life anew. What I’m trying to say is, well, that I cannot live without you.”

The doll was crying again. Not the single tear that had stained its face anymore but full sobbing wails. It shook with the weight of each tear, its lungs weak and its heart on fire. It wanted to reply. It wanted to give its answer but every time the words met its lips it couldn’t help but cry again. It had heard words that it had wanted to hear for all of its life and even though it knew how selfish it was to want for something, it did and it couldn’t ignore it any longer. But it felt the rattle of the leash within its heart. The lash of the whip and the chains that bind it dragging it back into the dark. It had all it had wanted before it but it knew how wrong it was. The doll, still crying but less violently loudly now looked up at the ghost and it shook its head no.

Disappointment crosses the ghosts face but it was not a disappointment that the doll had seen before. It was used to the disappointment that labeled the doll a foul and pathetic creature. This was something different. This was a mix of grief and of respect. Respect for the dolls decisions no matter how painful they were. “I understand,” replied the ghost, “I have not been in your body since you’ve seen my incorporeal form. Your body is yours again. Goodbye little doll. I will miss you.”

But this was the straw that broke the camels back. Its body had been returned to it. The ghost had let it go free far before it even asked for the dolls service. The doll had a choice. The doll had always had a choice. But even this did not stir in the doll as much as the last things the ghost said. “I will miss you.” Because that was what the doll had wanted all along. To be missed. To be wanted from no matter how far away. To be something that someone couldn’t live without. The ghost had turned her back on the doll by this point. She floated away, embarking once again on the search for a new home, this one far too painful for the both of them to inhabit at once. And though she planned to not look back, to respect the dolls decision to the very end, this soon became impossible.

“MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!” Cried the doll into the abandoned house, “PLEASE don’t leave!!!! This one needs you! Please let it serve you!!!! Please let it be your doll. Please be its witch. Please please please please please.” It continued to mutter under its breath a hundred thousand pleases over and over again, its voice lost from the screaming. And when it looked up again it saw the ghost looming over it again. It saw her smile. It saw her hair billowing in the wind. It saw how the sun lit her back and made her look like an angel.

“Of course I will, my sweet little doll.”

[charmingdollthing]

Doll who lost her vocal chord because it kept telling its witch how much it loves her. Doll who lost its hands because it learned ASL just to tell its witch how much it loves her. Doll who lost all movement because it learned Morse code just to tell its witch how much it loves her. Doll who sits idly in bed all day, just another plushie for the witch to lie with. But when the night looms large and the storm clouds shake the house, the witch hugs onto the doll tight, trembling, and whispers “I love you too” in the dolls ear until she falls asleep.

[theabbeyrose]

I am pumping out some top tier dollslop over here. The doll posting community is tragically small so I’m glad to be doing my duty in making it larger 😎

[i-like-forcefem]

Meow when you want my attention

You're my kitty now after all!

They don't use silly little words

If she's happy she purrs

If she wants something she meows

And your food bowl stays empty until you learn that <3

[nanadouken]

office pet

[theabbeyrose]

hii!! would that one be ok being doll friends with this one? is ok if not.

Hello yes please this one would like that vert much. It always appreciates doll friends.

[filthyterrancommie]

I finally understand why florets aren't people, and why this isn't bad.

Mistress was talking about something serious with another affini (Miss Taraxa, I think her name was?), and I asked her about it. She told me, "It's okay, you're not a person, you don't need to know". I got upset and scared. She then took me aside and explained about how since I'm a floret, not a person, that means I don't need to worry about big serious things anymore, unless it's important to me that I know. Because owners want their florets to be happy, not stressed...

That's when it clicked.

It's not that affini or even independents are better than us, therefore they deserve more than us. And it's certainly not that we're lesser, therefore our feelings and opinions don't matter.

It's just the opposite.

Since we're florets, we're loved and cared for no matter what. We don't need to be in the know about everything or be 'useful' in some way to be valuable. We're lovingly lesser. Like in a sexy wonderful subby way instead of lesser therefore we're subhuman (or subwhatever species you are). We don't need to handle things like that anymore, cos they've got it for us. All for our sake...

When Mistress confirmed that this is what she meant, I had a big cry.

What I thought was a sinister underlayer hiding beneath the surface of florethood was really just my fear of being hurt and mistreated that the Accord caused with their abuse and lies. Unlike them, the affini weren't lying or hiding anything. They meant everything they said all along. They really are more honest than terran authority figures were.

I'm not a person anymore... and for the first time, that makes me happy.

[charmingdollthing]

Doll that act as step stool, beer openers, or refrigerators for the witch who needs it right now.

Doll that stands outside in the rain all night because it’s not allowed indoors but still greets its witch with a smile.

Doll that comes up with plans on how to improve efficiency within the house during its “free” time and always tries to show them off, no matter the reception they get.

Doll affixed to a single spot, a pedestal, spinning and singing like a ballerina. It watches the world go by around it while it entertains. Every once in a while it gets a glimpse of its witch and the joy it feels powers its spinning for years to come.

[theabbeyrose]

Guys please I think I’m cooking