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i write persona 5 fic requests. [currently open]

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soulbond au where “love at first sight” is how bonds work. you see your soulmate and that’s it, you’re bonded, you already know there’s no one else out there for you. that person is it. and you know nothing about them really but there’s that feeling that you can’t resist or w/e (gotta be close to them, gotta get to know them) and when you are together and do start the courtship or whatever the fuck it’d be called you realize like “i can’t believe i’m so lucky this person is p e r f e c t” 

so yusuke is yusuke -- still a weird little painter boy, still with madurame, still kind of pretentious and lonely and weird, and he’s kind of dismissive of the idea of soulmates because, sure, he’s a romantic and he likes the idea of it, but he knows there’s no one out there for him. 

but then he sees akira in the DAN outfit tagging the side of a building in an alleyway that yusuke passes daily and his first thought is “oh so he’s the one” followed by “OH, SHIT, HE’S THE ONE.” and there’s electricity~~~ in the air or something and akira pauses from tagging and looks over and there’s eye contact and suddenly the air is thick with sexual tension (or just like. electricity w/e) and akira approaches yusuke, swaps numbers, etc etc stuff happens that i’m gunna dread writing but the thing concludes with akira inspiring yusuke to ~~~break free~~~ from madurame and spread his wings as an artist 

OR ;;

soulbond au still where you have the name of your soulmate, or the first words, or some mark that your soulmate also has, same location/mark idk some distinguishing mark. same shit though where yusuke is the weird painter who doesn’t think he’ll ever find his soulmate, but then he comes across akira one day and there’s not as much magic in the air but there’s still interest because it’s fuckin yusuke x akira, there’s gunna be interest, and there’s not much contact after that but yusuke sees akira somewhere else?? hanging with Cool Kids (TM) ryuji and ann?? and they finally start talking

and then one of them discovers the other’s soulmate mark and shit!! just look at these nerds!!!! 

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ryuji and ann are so close that they accidentally start dating basically and they dont realize until someone points it out

ryuji knew that everything would change when akira returned to his hometown but he didn’t think they would change so much. like the thieves barely hanging out anymore – or even talking, really – because life, as it has the tendency to do, continued on. makoto and haru had college to prepare for and yusuke was back in the art world and futaba in the real world, it kind of sucked to go through so much only to end back where he started. 

except that wasn’t quite true. ann has stuck around for some reason. she still models, and she’s as busy as the others, but she sends ryuji texts from on set. nothing important, really, just random observations while she’s waiting for the shoot to actually begin. ryuji texts back because has nothing better to do and he’s not a dick.

and it’s nice, still having a friend here to do things with. he tells akira about it one day and akira suggests various places they should check out together. funny, how he was only here a year but giving ryuji tips on where to go. funnier still that ryuji has never actually been to most of these places and they’re awesome. even ann enjoys herself, after giving ryuji a lot of skepticism for each suggestion. 

but eventually the skepticism stops. eventually they start texting each other constantly instead of just when ann has downtime; ryuji gets his phone taken away in class more times than he’d care to admit

[tripledowns]

hey friends!! long time no see.

i’m still around! i needed to move for work and i have a lot of traveling to do in the next couple of weeks, but once i’m back and settled i’ll be writing again!

feel free to still send prompts!

[tripledowns]

akira and yusuke kissing in the rain? if you please....

[note: nsfw!! have some smut :))))))))))) ] 

by principle, yusuke hates cliches. he thinks of them as unoriginal, gaudy imitations of something once pure. he scoffs when he sees them in movies and wears a mask of thinly veiled disgust when he sees cliches appear in the artwork of his “peers” at school. originality is something to be valued. 

there are, of course, exceptions to the rule. like kissing in the rain. this is something yusuke had never imagined he’d participate in, and yet here he is, pressed against akira in an alleyway near leblanc. akira’s hands are fisted in his shirt, forcing him to remain right where he is, and his glasses are wet from the rain and both of them are soaked but god if this isn’t the hottest thing that has ever happened to him. ann dragging him into madarame’s private room is laughable in comparison to this.

the downpour is a blessing in that it has lead to this and that it guarantees no one is about to wander out and see them. there’s nothing socially acceptable about the way yusuke kisses akira, hungry and desperate, or the way akira keeps trying to tug yusuke closer, sliding his leg between yusuke’s thighs. there’s no way akira can’t feel his erection (there’s no way yusuke can miss the corresponding one belonging to akira) and perhaps he should be embarrassed but yusuke is sort of infamous in their group for doing embarrassing things. what’s an erection or two between friends when it’s a situation like this?

akira lets go of his shirt to grip yusuke’s hair, clutching it in such a way that yusuke’s knees nearly buckle when he realizes, oh, he rather enjoys this. he likes the thrill of having akira desperately grasping at him, too lost in the throes of passion to be gentle. 

yusuke kisses back a little harder, demonstrating his own desperation. akira keens at that, rocking against him now, and yusuke can’t help but move against him in turn. silly him for thinking making out in the rain was contrived; this was, to put in colloquial terms, the bee’s knees. he thinks he could make it even better, and he moves a hand from akira’s hips to his crotch, nimble fingers making quick work of akira’s zipper, and akira’s hiss of warm breath against his neck makes his cock throb. 

he pushes akira more solidly against the wall and wraps his fingers around the other boy’s cock. the position is awkward but exciting nonetheless -- he tells himself they’ll be doing this later, in a more private location -- and yusuke jerks akira off, maneuvering his hand in the same fashion he jerks himself off. it seems to be sufficient, if akira’s whine is anything to go off of. he’s leaning heavily against the wall now, supported by yusuke’s weight against him. yusuke ducks his head down and sucks a kiss into akira’s neck. he cums with a shudder and another keen, surprisingly loud, and yusuke cums moments after. 

akira leans against the wall, panting hard while yusuke tucks him away. he leans in for another kiss, open mouthed and cheeks flushed. 

“we should go in,” akira says. “take these wet clothes off.”

yusuke may be socially awkward but he knows the implication here. he nods, straightening his clothes despite no one being around to see his state of dishevelment. “i agree. we don’t want to catch colds, after all.”

akira smirks and nods, tangling his fingers with yusuke. “we’ll have to warm each other up.”

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Palace AU anon: the team is able to get through the palace, get more information about the mysterious persona user killing people shadows, and help their leader through some of his issues. Akira's shadow could be about his feelings about his situation or about something else if you have any other ideas. I'm basically good with anything as long the operation is a success and there's a lot of comfort and fluff at the end.

teaser of sorts: au where akechi is the humble student council president with aspirations of becoming a detective, and makoto is the celebrity teen involved with the police in finding/capturing the phantom thieves. it’ll sort of be a rewrite of the game if that’s cool!! 

otherwise i can totes save this for something else!   

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Palace AU: I've seen a few good fics about akira having a palace and thought about what would happen if the black masked persona user found out about it before the Phantom Thieves Team knew who he was. The team would have to quickly get rid of the palace before shadow akira got killed or something like that.

HOO BOY this is gunna be multi-chaptered potentially i’m really sorry!!! (working on it now!)

edit ;; anon/friends, what do we want for end game?

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Here's a whump-prompt I had percolating in my head if you want it: In around rank 10 of Yusuke's confidant path, that he had a bad fever when he was young. Maybe it was one of the kind that leave lasting damage (like rheumatic fever can mess up your heart, etc.) and he collapses in battle shielding Akira. Poor Akira is confused because the spells only cure battle damage, and they gotta get Yusuke to Takemi's - stat!

yusuke recalls flashes of memory. of a well-placed zio meant for akira striking him instead, of feeling everything everywhere and then sharp stabs in his heart, of everyone suddenly looking down on him, of half-heard comments like “yusuke!” and “-help him,” of the warmth of a dia spell washing over him, of panicked voices rising because it isn’t helping, why isn’t helping?!

rough hands pull him up and sharp words scold whoever hefted him up. there’s a murmured voice and gentler hands and then.

he comes to, staring blankly at a paneled ceiling and then drifting onward to gaze curiously upon a cramped room that he thinks may be a doctor’s office. it certainly reminds him of one; unbidden come the memories of days spent in the hospital when he was a child. a heavy weight settles over him, feeling something like disgust and shame. it’s been so long. he’d been doing so well...

in a sense, he had this coming. too much excitement, too much reckless behavior. 

a door opens and he looks over. a woman he thinks he’s seen before maybe -- short hair, a dark teal, wearing a lab coat over her dress. she’s looking down at a chart when she comes in but when she raises her head her eyes widen a little. “ah, you’re awake.”

“where am i?” he asks- croaks, more like. 

“you’re at my clinic,” the woman- doctor says. “my name is tae takemi. your friend-” she nods to the side; belatedly, yusuke realizes that akira is here as well, hunched over in a chair with his hands clasped in front of his face and elbows propped on his thighs. “brought you in. he said you collapsed at the park.” from the look on her face, she clearly doesn’t buy it, but from her tone of voice she doesn’t seem inclined to push for a more concrete answer. 

yusuke nods anyway. “that’s right. my heart is physically weaker than most. i neglected to keep that in mind.” he’s not sure why he needs to state that, physically. he supposes akira needs to know, just as he needs to eliminate any doubts. 

takemi tsks and instructs him to sit up so she can check on him. akira says nothing, but his eyes remain fixated on yusuke the entire time. 

“don’t do that again,” akira says quietly, once takemi is gone. 

“don’t do what? take the hit for you?” yusuke asks. “of course i-”

“i’d rather be hurt than lose you.” yusuke is stunned for a moment, though he quickly recovers.

“i feel the same,” yusuke replies, and despite his weak heart landing him in this situation, he thinks it feels stronger now than ever.

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Can you write akeshu where during the end of the game when you're saving your team mates from the velvet room Akira finds akechi in a cell too

The door refuses to open. “You don’t have everyone yet,” Morgana insists, but he refuses to speak anymore on the subject. He’s always stubborn but this is the worst time for it; they may be safe here but Akira keeps thinking of after, of what lies beyond that door. 

He keeps looking. He checks the cells again, running past his friends who stand uncharacteristically solemn and still outside the doors; unsurprisingly, he finds nothing, and there’s an added frustration of not knowing who he’s supposed to be looking for on top of where he’s supposed to be looking. Is Mishima in a cell somewhere? Sojiro? It’s a long shot, but maybe it’s Sae? 

He’s in the main hall when he realizes the area where his “rehabilitation” occurred had more cells than just his. He spins around and heads back to the main room and checks the cell- empty, empty, and then-

Goro Akechi sits against the wall, his legs drawn to his chest. His head is bowed, fingers interlaced over his head and weaved between strands of hair. No wonder Akira had missed him the first time. For someone who made such a big entrance into his life, and had such a dramatic exit, Akechi is oddly small here.

Akechi is also oddly alive. But then, so Akira, and the others, and he knows better than anyone that dying in the Metaverse does not necessarily mean one dies in real life. 

He looks up when Akira approaches, his hands slowly sliding down and folding neatly in his lap instead, his legs straightening into something of a forced casualness. He attempts a smile but this, too, is forced. He looks tired.

“Joker.” There’s a weary amusement here. “I should have known.”

“You’re alive,” Akira responds. 

Akechi looks down at his hands. The smile is more present now, as sad as it is small. “Am I? I suppose there’s some truth to that.” 

Akira waits, as he did with the others. Despite the urgency of the situation he knows not to push Akechi to talk, instinctively knowing he’ll express his apprehensions and doubts. 

“Do you think the Phantom Thieves made a difference?” Akechi asks, and it could be taken as a taunt were it not for how tired he sounds, as though he may fade away the same way the rest of the Phantom Thieves had. “A group of high schoolers, going up against the world. And for what? Do you think society can be so easily swayed by a few confessions of wrong-doing? The system is in place for a reason, is it not?”

“Are you giving up?” Akira asks.

"I’m just trying to figure you out,” Akechi explains. “We all fit into our roles. It seems I was always meant to be used for an adult’s convenience and thrown away when I am no longer of assistance. That’s what happened to you, is it not? You were handed off to a stranger the first time you got in trouble. Your own parents abandoned you.” 

Akira breathes and shoves the thought down.

“There’s no room in society for troublemakers,” Akechi continues. “Society craves compliance and order. Do you truly think you made a difference?”

“Why were you fighting?” Akira asks.

Akechi’s eyes widen at that. “I...” He laughs quietly. “That’s right. I was fighting for one person to acknowledge me. I didn’t care about the others so long as Shido recognized me as his son. And you didn’t care about the others- not directly, anyway. It’s like the story of the starfish, isn’t it? Saving one person may not make much of a difference to society at large, but saving one at a time can incite a change.” He pauses, looking down at his hands. “You’ve saved me as well, haven’t you? Indirectly and inadvertently, you opened my eyes to other possibilities. For once, I yearned for something other than revenge...”

He stands, dusting his palms on his pants. “I’d like to return the favor. Let me expose you to other possibilities as well. Let me be there for you, as you have been for me.” 

There’s a flash of light. When it fades, Akechi is in his Phantom outfit. The bars around the cell glow blue and disappear, allowing Akechi to step out into the main room. 

“Let me help you,” he says, “as you’ve helped me. Allow me to stand at your side.”

 Akira nods, not speaking so he can prolong this moment. Just this brief period of respite. He nods again.

“We should get moving,” he says. He knows now the door is open.

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Makoto x Akira with a ferris wheel kiss maybe? if you have time??

That no one knew she and Akira were dating was nice at first: the team dynamics never shifted, and any awkwardness that may have arisen when word got out was avoided. The Phantom Thieves were able to concentrate solely on their objectives. They had enough distractions to worry about without throwing in hers and Akira’s love life into the mix.

But after everything was over, nothing changed. She and the others dropped Akira and Mona off in his hometown and the most she got was a hug, same as all the other girls received. She shrugged it off then, thinking maybe Akira just didn’t want to force Makoto to endure a four hour interrogation about their relationship. He was certainty thoughtful enough for that. 

They still exchanged texts and, on occasion, talked on the phone. He was never able to talk for long though, citing various reasons, but he always promised they’d talk again soon. And they did, and it was nice, and Makoto was fine with nice. Akira was still Akira, gentle and caring and attentive, and she had no reason to be unhappy.

When he moved back to Tokyo, though, Makoto decided she wanted more than nice. She wanted their relationship to be known. She wanted to go on dates and to be with him; she wanted to be in a normal relationship and act like normal couples do. When she expressed this to Akira, he agreed with a nod. 

“If you’re sure,” he said, and she nodded in return.

All of this culminates to them at the beach, or rather the pier. Makoto had deliberated prior to meeting up if she should wear something cuter, more date-like, but in the end went with her usual outfit. To her relief (and slight disappointment) Akira opted with his usual as well. But he offers her his hand and she takes it and thinks that they’ve been in so many fights together but her heart has never pounded quite like this. 

He’s a gentleman as always, offering to buy her cotton candy when she looks at the stall with interest and asking if he should try to win her a toy. She laughs at that, telling him it isn’t necessary, but he still pays for three rounds at the shooting game. To no surprise he aces it, though he shakes his head when the operator attempts to hand him a giant bear. He opts for a smaller, more manageable one instead, and hands it to Makoto. Her cheeks are flushed red but she’s pleased, and her free hand curl around the soft fur. Her other is clasped once again with his.

“Where to next?” she asks him. He hums thoughtfully and then gestures to the ferris wheel further down. She looks up at it. “The ferris wheel? That could be fun.”

They stop for cotton candy on the way, as the day is beautiful and the line is long. Makoto isn’t a huge fan of it personally but it seems right to get something sweet. The treat is worth it anyway as Akira struggles with it, the candy seeming to cling to him despite his best efforts to neatly pluck a chunk of it. She giggles not unkindly. 

Despite their physical closeness all day, sitting so close to him feels strangely intimate. He doesn’t help any when he moves his arm to hang on the back of the seat, draped slightly over Makoto’s shoulders. The amount of room between them is awkward now, too small for them to sit casually and too large for them to sit intimately. She hesitates a moment and inches closer into his side. His hand settles against her arm and she squeezes the bear tightly. 

“Are you okay?” he asks. She laughs nervously, nodding. Breathe, she tells herself.

“I’m fine!” she insists. “Just a little nervous. It’s been awhile since we’ve been this close.”

He hums thoughtfully again but says nothing. Makoto allows silence to fall as the ferris wheel raises them up higher. From here, they have an excellent view of the sea. She breaks the silence now to comment. “It’s pretty, isn’t it?”

“You’re prettier,” he tells her without missing a beat, and it’s so horrifically cheesy but she knows it’s sincere. She blushes again.

“Akira-kun....” 

Being this nervous is ridiculous, Makoto thinks. She and Akira have been together for months now. They’ve kissed before. But this is a first for them and she can’t help but feel like this is a first date of sorts. In a sense, it is. They’re no longer Phantom Thieves. They’re just students now, completely ordinary. They’re on an ordinary date.

Before she can think of something more to say, Akira is turning towards her and capturing her in a kiss. She presses back instantly, feeling relieved and more nervous still. Her death grip on the bear eases some. Only when the ride jerks into movement that they end the kiss; she resists the urge to giggle again, instead leaning more into Akira’s side.

“I missed you,” she admits. His arm falls lower, wrapping around her and holding her close, and he gives the top of her head a kiss. She knows what he’s conveying here: an acknowledgement, an admittance that he missed her as well. 

(She thinks perhaps his days as a thief are not over quite yet.)

[maivalentine]

Persona 5 Discord RP

taken (x) characters:

akira: x

yusuke: x

makoto: x

ann: x

ryuji: x

haru: x

futaba: x

morgana: x

akechi: x

chihaya:

sojiro:

hifumi:

tae:

yoshida:

mishima:

iwai:

kawakami:

ohya:

shinya:

sae:

***if you’re interested please message me with your top 3 choices and read the rules on the discord channel when I link you!***

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Could I please request a Phantom Thieves Video Game night? With maybe some side Shukita but you don't have to if you don't want to.

“i would’ve thought you’d be good at this,” ryuji jabs, because he’s an instigator and it’s what he does. he’s grinning broadly, legs outstretched before him as he leans against akira’s bed from his position on the floor. from his spot on the bed, morgana has perfect access to give ryuji’s head a swat, which he does so with no hesitation. immediately ryuji sits up, scowling. “stupid cat! what the hell!”

“don’t be a jerk!” morgana insists, though to yusuke says, “i gotta admit though, i thought you’d be crushing this. this is the drawing one.” 

looking mournfully down at his phone, yusuke says, “this game does not give you nearly enough time to complete my masterpieces. and my drawing surface is too small.....”

“exxxxxcuses,” futaba taunts, legs drawn up as a makeshift surface for her tablet. “get good, scrub! i am crushing you!” 

“only because you have a tablet,” ann points out; she’s not as concerned, being in second place and all. “you kinda have an unfair advantage here.”

“it does say any device,” makoto reminds them. on the couch beside her, haru is furiously texting captions into her phone. on screen her numbers shoot up while futaba’s and ann’s remain stagnant. “we can’t fault futaba-chan for taking advantage of the tools she has at her disposal.”

“do you want to use my laptop?” akira offers. 

yusuke shakes his head. “trying to draw on a new medium- i fear i will be even slower than i am now. but thank you, akira.” akira squeezes his hand placatingly. 

“oi, loverboys!” ryuji exclaims. “next round is start- would you freaking stop that, morgana?!” 

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Okay but how about OkuJima and gardening together??

knowing the application is just as important as the theory, sae would tell makoto. life experiences, her dad would say, are so much more valuable than just reading. she needed to take her nose out of the books some time. and to makoto’s defense, she tries more now than before. being a phantom thief has opened her eyes to what her dad had always said and had given her the confidence to pursue what she wants. 

except. nursing a crush on someone is apparently the exception to this newfound confidence of hers. thankfully she does have some experience with this thanks to akira (and if makoto has been missing him more lately, wishing he was around so she could just talk to him, she’s sure everyone else feels the same) so she’s not a total fool, but crushing on a girl is, well. 

well.

makoto tells herself she won’t let others influence her. if she can commit to the idea of leading the police force, then she can commit to the idea that she’s in love with one haru okumaru. she won’t hide it. she isn’t hiding it. just, she has no idea if haru feels the same.

she knows she needs to spend time with haru, that she’ll never find out if haru feels the same if she doesn’t, and so when the other girl asks if makoto is available after school to help with her garden makoto says yes perhaps a bit too quickly. but haru just smiles and thanks her. 

so here they are. haru is chattering away about different types of fertilizer and what seeds she’s thinking of buying, and makoto is replying at the appropriate times with the appropriate words (who would’ve guessed her studies would’ve helped with this sort of conversation?) but her thoughts are racing, her movements stiff as she scoops out small pockets of dirt so haru can deposit the seeds. 

haru leans in close to reach the newest hole, and she turns to ask makoto something. what the question is goes unheard as makoto’s thoughts become a string of oh my god she is so close wow!! wha fdjgkdfgj 

before she can second guess herself makoto leans forward to kiss the shorter girl. there’s a squeak from haru but then a weight as haru leans into the kiss. she’s the one to break it off, giggling.

“thank goodness!” she exclaims, sitting back. “i was hoping you liked me!”

“you- you like me?” makoto asks, her usual composure gone. haru smiles and nods.

“ah, very much so! i-” 

makoto leans in to kiss her again. she’s waited this long to do so. talking can come later. from the way haru shuffles closer, leaning into the kiss, makoto can deduce that haru doesn’t mind this one bit.

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how about ryuji/akira checkin up on each other after a battle? :0

scrapes and bruises are nothing new to ryuji. his mom was practically required to keep the first aid supplies stocked when he was a kid, as his energetic self had a tendency to trip on shoelaces (and anything in general, really) in his haste to run after his friends. tying shoes? pfft, who had the time? not ryuji sakamato, that’s for sure. this acquaintance with minor injuries did not abate any as he grew older: he swaps tripping on shoelaces for uncoordinated accidents when he’s on the track team and, on occasion, in fights. 

he’s no stranger to being hurt, in short. he’s no stranger to seeing teammates hurt either (and that still gets him going, the thought of that bastard’s influence on the track team, the ruin he caused), and it’s fucked up but ryuji can tell what can be safely ignored, what needs to be patched up, and- well, anyone can tell a serious injury, but that’s not the point. ryuji can tell. 

the metaverse is nice in the sense that half the team knows some kind of healing. despite the intensity of the battle, they’re never in any real danger, because someone is always capable of fixing them up. except this fight, for whatever reason (maybe they should’ve stopped at the last safe room. maybe they should have gone back to the entrance to heal. maybe makoto should have stayed behind and let haru step in, to conserve her magic energy. maybe, maybe), they struggle. it’s a hard battle and every other turn they need to use me patra or smack sense into each other because of someone being brainwashed. 

the warm burst of magic indicates makoto had cast mediarama, and those familiar scrapes and bruises disappear. but his weariness remains, and a look over at the leader forces ryuji to do a double-take. akira looks like ryuji feels -- exhausted but determined, like he could still go on but would prefer not to this once -- and it’s a look ryuji has never seen before.

“you alright, dude?” he asks. makoto is crouched down to check on morgana so the two have this private moment together. akira glances their way and then back to ryuji. 

“yeah, you?” he asks. he’s lying, of course. ryuji may be called an idiot (and maybe he is a bit of one, truthfully) but he knows akira is lying. 

“i’ll live but- you really don’t look that hot,” ryuji says. akira smirks at that and ryuji realizes what he said. he raises his hands up in defense. “uh, not like that!” 

“sure, ryuji,” akira teases. but the smirk drops as he admits, “that battle was tougher than i anticipated.” 

ryuji scoffs, giving him a shove. “c’mon. let’s stop for the day. we’ve made good progress and you look like you’re about to keel over.”

“guess i must not be looking good if you’re telling me we should stop,” akira says. but he looks a bit relieved, too. to makoto and morgana, he says, “let’s go back to the safe room. we’ll get to the treasure tomorrow.”

“oh, but we’re so close! i can practically taste the treasure!” morgana exclaims. ryuji half-heartedly kicks at him and morgana easily dodges, hissing irritably.

“stupid cat-!” 

“it’s fine,” akira says. “we’ll take it easy here tomorrow then. and we can go back for all those locked chests.”

placated, morgana nods and starts leading the way. makoto gives akira a lingering gaze and then follows after. left alone, ryuji throws an arm around akira’s shoulder.

“dude, we’re gunna sleep like freakin’ rocks tonight,” he jokes. 

“does that mean you’re sleeping over?” and that gets ryuji sputtering again, allowing the joker to slip away with another smirk. 

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gimme more prompts please! i only have one in my inbox.

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I'm gunna do all the requests tonight >:|

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Akira and Haru playing Harvest Moon 2gether

“i have a favor to ask, akira-kun,” haru says, fingers laced together before her. “it’s a bit unorthodox, but please hear me out!”

makoto has missed something, she thinks. she knows the facts: that haru enjoys gardening; that akira owns an outdated gaming system; that the two of them occasionally hang together, as akira occasionally hangs with all of them individually. but haru gardening and akira having an old-school gaming system does not translate to this.

akira, slouched down in the seat of a booth, his back leaning into haru’s side. they both have handheld systems -- a ds, she thinks? -- in their possession, and precariously placed on akira’s shoulder is morgana, watching akira’s screen with interest.

“ooh, that’s a good deal!” the cat exclaims, pawing at the screen. akira moves it away.

“i’m saving up for another barn, remember?” he asks. 

“oh, do you need help? i have some five-star jersey milks i can give you!” haru offers, looking away from her own screen to peer at akira’s. “they sell for a lot, you know!” 

but akira shakes his head, slumping further into her. “i have the fishing tournament coming up,” he says, “speaking of which, do you need anything from it?” 

makoto’s brow furrows. “are you guys talking about a game?” she asks, finally pushing the door open wider so she can actually step inside. morgana’s tail flicks as akira sits up a bit, the cat’s precarious balance becoming even more unsteady. 

“oh, hello makoto-san!” haru chirps. “is it time for us to meet already?”

“ah, no, i’m a bit early,” she says. with the whole other half of the booth open makoto has her pick of seats, and she slides in across from them. “what are you guys doing?”

“it’s called harvest moon. it’s a farming game,” akira says, looking away from the screen finally to give her a sheepish look. 

at makoto’s look, morgana speaks up. “yeah, i thought it was totally boring at first too, but it’s pretty neat! even i can play it!” he reaches down again only for akira to move his handheld once more.

“some classmates were talking about it and it sounded interesting! i asked akira-kun to play with me when i found out you can play with others.” she smiles fondly at him. “we should save though, akira-kun. if the others are coming-”

“the tournament,” he finishes her thought, or so it seems. “we’re still on for later then, right? maybe this time we can finally get you the bubble cow.”

yes, makoto decides. she’s definitely missed something here.

[ysande-jin]

Little moments of whump

Grand whump is wonderful, of course, but what takes my breath are those subtle moments that show the whumped character is really not ok:

- taking a moment to close his eyes because he’s light headed/exhausted/has such a bad headache

- pressing the heel of his hand against his temple, because his head hurts or he can feel his temperature rising

- spacing out a bit during a conversation - especially when he’s the one speaking, so that he kind of trails off and has to shake himself and apologise and get back on track

- pressing a cold bottle of beer/coke against his forehead and just taking a moment to savour the relief

- especially a normally diligent/stoic character - falling asleep on the job or somewhere he shouldn’t, even if it’s just for a moment, and he’s startled awake by someone/something and there’s just that moment of being lost in his eyes as he tries to figure out where he is and what’s happened

- his hands are shaking and he accidentally meets someone’s eyes who’s seen it happen so he shoves his hands into his pockets or armpits and stalks off

- a little stagger as he walks, or kind of drunkenly reeling off-course a tiny bit before he self-corrects

- that helpless expression just before he collapses

- moving wrong in a way that aggravates the pain, and the sudden seizing of his body

- breathing through the pain

- leaning against objects so he can stay upright, especially if he’s doing it as nonchalantly as possible

- a pause as he first notices that something isn’t right

- that white knuckled grip

- a hitch in his voice as he talks

- half-lidded eyes that are becoming unfocussed

- the way his head lolls

- where he can’t even spare the energy/strength to turn his head and he kind of just accepts things/carries on looking straight ahead

- trying to carry on speaking a command or direction or explanation even though he can only voice a few words at a time, either because of pain, or weakness, or confusion/disorientation

- someone passes him something but his hands are clumsy and he fumbles with it rather than just taking it normally

- reaching under a jacket and coming out with a blood-stained hand (always this <3)

- apologising for being about to pass out just before he does (afhflksdkkjfgg)

[otpdisaster]

Person A patching up or changing the dressing on Person B’s severe burn wound with no anesthetic. Person B’s most effective pain reliever during the process is burying their face into Person A’s shoulder.