i am cringe, and i am not free

One-Shots

all to make you mine - 4.5k

Ren Amamiya is a borrower. A tiny, magical creature, only about four inches tall. He's confident in his role as the specialist little guy on the planet. All of his friends agree!

Well—almost everyone. Too bad one particular human is being more of a prick today than usual. Too bad he's leaving Ren to suffer the torture of being ignored.

Too bad Ren still doesn't know how to tell his target he might want to be more than friends.

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Catch - 2.3k

She’s safe, as long as Ren’s around. He’s got her.

No matter what, Ren won’t let Futaba fall.

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Flinch - 1.7k

Ren’s palms swelter. He calls up, “We could do something else.”

“Like what?” Ryuji scoffs. “It’s pissing rain out there.”  

It is. It was the reason Ren came to Ryuji’s house. He climbed up the carved-in ladder on the side of the cabinet, perched on an upturned coffee mug and made light conversation. Before they knew it, it was dinnertime, and Ryuji agreed he could hide in his pocket to avoid the storm.  

Ryuji is currently not letting Ren in his pocket.

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Heist - 2.9k

“Just give me a minute! Almost got this bad boy open,” she calls. She just needs to grab him, hack the internal door in his cell, and lead them to freedom. She hopes he’s excited. Really, how could they keep a 16 year old in here for half his life?

“‘Open’—What’re you doing? Are you—“ Joker swallows. “Oracle, stop. Tell me what’s going on.”

Joker’s voice sounds wrong begging. It makes Futaba drop the screw—only because the last bolt is loose enough to untwist with her fingers.

Futaba understands him. She, too, used to fear the outside world, of interacting with anyone after her mother vanished. But, thanks to her key, jailbird item, she’s maxed out her social stat. She’s ready to face the world—with Joker by her side.

All she wants is to give him that same confidence.

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Instinctual - 990

Every second that passes is another second Goro want to fling himself off Ren’s hand, to take a match and gasoline and burn Ren’s skin to a crisp.

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Microorganism - 1.9k

She knew Ren was big, sure, but seeing it from any angle lower then his shoulder always gives her butterflies.

—Not entirely the bad kind, mind you, which is why she’s here. Her first Official Hang-Out Date. She’s trying not to be too nervous. She hasn’t known them as long, but she’s determined. She will make a good impression on her girlfriend, and her other girlfriend, and her partner, and her girlfriend’s girlfriends, and her partner’s partners—

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Run - 997

Okay, this is fine, this is fine. Ren’s doll-sized chest stutters, his tiny fucking form sucking in even tinier breaths—

Ryuji begs, “Don’t panic, dude, ‘else I'm gonna panic. Please.”

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sacrifice - 1k

Akechi freezes, warning lights blaring in his mind. His hand twitches for the sword at his side. With a tremendous amount of effort, Akechi retracts it. He must soften his edges, appear something like innocent, for his mission.

This—flirting is dangerous. The longer his enemy does so instead of showing his true, monstrous colors, the more dangerous it becomes. Akechi shouldn’t be this close.

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G/t July

ev'ry mem'ry i'll keep - in progress

To Goro, some things were to be expected in Maruki's realty. Seeing the residents of Tokyo be lobotomized? Sure. Seeing a dead woman resurrected and realizing he might be the same? Why not. Having the madman try to convince him to give into the delusion? Of fucking course.

What isn't expected is waking up in Ren Amamiya's palms, shrunk to a fraction of his original height. What isn't expected is having to fix this situation while barely being able to pick up a pencil. What isn't expected is the strange, terrifying vulnerability Maruki's forced him to display, and the consequences of going without the mask he's worn all his life.

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and i know - 2k

You'd think, against a teenager that has the power to change size on a whim, the Metaverse's shadows would be less keen on fucking around and finding out.

They're not.

Ao3   Day 20 

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at the end of every tether - 3k

“I’m not one for consolation prizes,” Akechi’s cognition boomed, Ren craning his neck up, up, up, just to see past his crouched knees. Before he could even flinch, a massive, gloved hand filled his vision, Akechi’s warped face regarding him with a possession he’s never seen on him in his life. “Though, who am I to deny ownership of a new toy?”

Really, Ren should’ve known something was up the second they confirmed Akechi’s third keyword as "beanstalk".

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After giving himself as hostage to the cognitive ruler of Akechi Goro's palace, Ren's biggest concern is distracting him long enough for his thieves to form a plan, hopefully getting them and himself out of this castle, alive.

It'd be a lot easier if Akechi's shadow wasn't so honest.

Ao3 Day 19 (2024)

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standin’ strong (as the waves roll over) - 1.1k

It’s because of their continued, casual contact that Ren doesn’t jolt when, crouched down in front of Suzui Shiho’s hospital window at 3 a.m., Ann climbs onto his back. It might as well be another Wednesday night for her. Ren can almost feel the evening chill through his thin pajamas.

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Ann wants to see her girlfriend before she leaves. Ren's a little taller than average. It works out.

Ao3   Day 25

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take me home (what a wonderful way to go) - 3.2k

On a cold, winter night, Ren's desperate. Only one option is available to him, and it's someone he's never before had to admit his feelings to—even if that's just admitting that he needs help.

Set after all to make you mine.

Ao3 Day 9 (2024)

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wake up where the clouds are far behind - 7k

“It’s bad!” Oracle’s voice cracks with panic. “He’s gaining power by the second! He’s almost maxed out, but that doesn’t matter when the palace is about to—!”

A sudden, deafening boom shakes the earth.

Ryuji throws his arms in front of his face. Wind whips at him, rubble and smoke pooling into his lungs. He coughs, eyes watering, looks up to find—

A massive, blood-red glove, followed by a sleeve as dark as night, protrudes from the roof of the second building. A second glove reaches upwards, knocking over towers, clawing past prisons, reaching up, up, up, towards a sky as red as itself.

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The heist itself is the most important step in stealing a person's heart. Ryuji knows that. He does. But—it's difficult, staring into the golden eyes of his best bro. It's difficult, with how ill-equipped Ryuji is for this situation. It's difficult, considering this battle might be their toughest one yet.