All fics that I've written and links to these stories divided by fandom and organized by date started. Will be marked if they are complete. Some I may come back to in the future to expand on though (i.e. make them into a series). Most are on AO3.
Fire Emblem:
FE Fates:
Perdu - Main Pairing: Silas/Xander (Chapters: 15/15 - COMPLETE)
Le Maison - Main Pairing: Silas/Xander (Oneshot - COMPLETE)
Unconditional - Main Pairing: Silas/Xander (Oneshot - COMPLETE)
Persona 5:
The Definition of Insanity series
I believe you - Main Pairing: Akeshu (Oneshot - COMPLETE)
The definition of insanity - Main Pairing: Akeshu (30/30 - COMPLETE)
Intermission - Main Pairing: Akeshu (1/? - Ongoing)
Legend of Zelda:
Skyward Sword:
Shattered - Main Pairing: Ghirahim/Link (Oneshot - COMPLETE)
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Title: Perdu
Fandom: Fire Emblem Fates
WC: 134,835
Chapters: 15
Summary:
In truth, Silas was just relieved that after all this fighting, after all this bloodshed, Nohr and Hoshido finally believed in Corrin. He could see how much this war was straining Corrin. He’d lose sleep over it and pretend that everything was fine.
The war in Valla was a nightmare and it left Silas with too much room to think and wonder in that head of his. And as we know, it can form new relationships, and apparently, bring up a past that would rather be forgotten. Things are out of his hands more than ever and the simple knight from Nohr is starting to realize that perhaps things weren't as he made them seem in his mind.
Why is there a gap in his memory?
Perdu is one of my favorite works that I've done. If you're interested in Fire Emblem Fates (or used to be) check out this fanfic! I am the only one populating this Silas/Xander tag so give it a read. I just felt there was so much untapped potential about Silas and Xander's relationship so here is a bit of exploration into that.
All fics that I've written and links to these stories divided by fandom and organized by date started. Will be marked if they are complete. Some I may come back to in the future to expand on though (i.e. make them into a series). Most are on AO3.
Fire Emblem:
FE Fates:
Perdu - Main Pairing: Silas/Xander (Chapters: 15/15 - COMPLETE)
Le Maison - Main Pairing: Silas/Xander (Oneshot - COMPLETE)
Unconditional - Main Pairing: Silas/Xander (Oneshot - COMPLETE)
Persona 5:
The Definition of Insanity series
I believe you - Main Pairing: Akeshu (Oneshot - COMPLETE)
The definition of insanity - Main Pairing: Akeshu (30/30 - COMPLETE)
Intermission - Main Pairing: Akeshu (1/? - Ongoing)
Legend of Zelda:
Skyward Sword:
Shattered - Main Pairing: Ghirahim/Link (Oneshot - COMPLETE)
"Stuck in the timeloop as a punishment" is cool and all, but stuck in the timeloop voluntarily though? Oh, brother. Stuck in the timeloop cause you just can't move on. Stuck in the timeloop even if you know that it's not real and whatever should've happen already did. Stuck in the timeloop even if doesn't makes you happy. You just can't bear the thought of not being able to see them ever again. Stuck in the timeloop even if you know you should move on. Stuck in the timeloop even if you know they would want you to move on.
Fandom: Persona 5
Main Pairing: Akechi/Akira Kurusu (Protagonist)
WC: 1350
Status: Complete
Part of a Series?: While this is sort of a standalone, this does loosely relate to my "The Definition of Insanity" work! If you haven't read it, feel free to! The Definition of Insanity (AO3)
Summary:
“I love you,” Akira states it so plainly that he sees Akechi freeze.
“You don’t— you can’t,” Akechi forces out. “I hate you.” He doesn’t though. Who kisses someone they hate? Who heals someone through a kiss if they wanted to kill them?
“But I do.”
Yet, it’s at that moment that Akira realizes that maybe the healing didn’t completely awaken his brain or his reaction speed. Even as he sees the gun pulled out from behind his back, even as he squeezes Akira’s hand ever so gently, he doesn’t truly register what’s happening until it’s just too late.
The world is blurry as he slowly blinks away the haze. He doesn’t feel like he’s still all there. After being sent flying and landing squarely on his stomach a good few feet away from where their fight just took place, Akira isn’t sure if he will ever be all there. No, he’s pretty sure this is where their journey ends if the victor doesn’t care to show them mercy. And, why? When they’re so close, why does it have to end here?
And, why? Why didn’t he side with them? Why couldn’t Akira convince him? What did he miss? What did he—
In his mess of thoughts, he hears someone swear, their executioner. But the words he says make Akira wonder if he’s genuinely hearing him at all.
“...Not this time either, huh? Am I truly so overwhelming?”
None of the disdain from before. The hatred dripping from everyone — no, the emptiness, the futility in his tone makes that all seem so far away. A mask.
Akira blinks again and tries to look at his friends. It hurts to move, but he has to. He has to know if they’re okay. Right across from him he can see Ann and Ryuji unmoving, a pain shoots in his heart. He needs to summon a persona and heal them before it’s too late. Agonizingly slow, he manages to turn his head more to look around. Makoto fidgets a little and Futaba releases a low groan. Morgana begins to push himself up a little, muttering Akira’s name before collapsing once more. Haru and Yusuke remain silent on the opposite side of him just like Ann and Ryuji.
How did he fail them so badly?
Akira hears footsteps behind him and knows full well that it’s him. Despite his body screaming at him to not move, he forces himself up and pushes his body off the ground. He tries to stand as he turns to face him, red mask fixed squarely on his face, movements slow, almost like he’s tired, but not from their fight surely. Akira doesn’t think he broke a sweat — they barely lifted a finger against him. Once on one knee, Akira grabs his dagger and tries to push himself up on the other leg but in the process loses his balance — he’s too weak; his legs are giving out on him. For a moment, it looked as if this shocked him — Crow, Akechi, Goro — and he almost seemed to reach out to maybe stop the inevitable fall, but Akira collides with grounds once more, squarely on his back this time and he stares at the ceiling. It didn’t hurt as much as it should have.
The footsteps grow closer and now Akechi is in his sights, looming above him. He would be a menacing presence — no, he still is even though Akira is terribly attracted to him for god knows what reasons. Even as he plays the role of Death for them, Akira can’t help but think about how much he meant — no means to him. Why?
Why didn’t he join them?
What was Akira missing?
What—
His broken thoughts shatter and stutter to a stop when he realizes that Akechi is now much closer to him, straddling him and a gloved hand rests slowly around his throat. Is he going to strangle him to death? It certainly feels cruel to do so when Akira can see the gun on his hip, but he feels the hand tighten ever so slightly, before relaxing and certainly feeling the way Akira swallows beneath him. He’s terrified and he’s ashamed to admit it. But as he’s certainly the only one who remains conscious and maybe the only one left alive now, he supposes it doesn’t matter what he feels when it’s inevitable.
But he feels so warm as Akechi’s thumb swipes across his throat and he swallows once more, nervous — is he searching for his pulse point?
“I hate you,” Akechi says suddenly, but his voice cracks as he says it. “Why does it have to be me? Why, you? What is it about you…?” He shakes his head and Akira wants to ask what he means, but his voice doesn’t work. Then, Akira is looking at his handsome face as broken and somber as it is — empty yet devastated — he removes his mask so effortlessly and his brown hair falls into his eyes. A face Akira could never forget. “I hate you so much,” yet he gives the most terribly beautiful, yet heartbreaking smile Akira has ever seen from him. Those burgundy eyes filled with such a flurry of emotions. And as he leans further down and his hair is suddenly touching Akira’s mask, a quiet “Diarahan” leave his lips. Akira is too focused on the feeling of his lips against this to truly realize what’s happening — the life returning to his body, the feeling so intense that Akira truly feels the heat of the connection — what he would have missed with the growing numbness of his originally dying body.
Yet, when he parts from Akira, the feeling of his lips still lingers. He wants it again. Why now?
“Goro,” finally, his voice works. “Goro,” he repeats.
Akechi shakes his head, “It won’t matter. What you say won’t matter.” He drops his mask to the ground. “It won’t to you. It’ll be irrelevant. Don’t waste your breath and certainly don’t waste any more of my time. Not again. Fucking figure it out already.” But Akira doesn’t know what he’s talking about.
“What are you talking about?” Akira mutters reaching for the hand on his throat and it’s removed so easily that he knows there was no ill intent there. That he never meant to kill Akira that way — certainly not after healing him so.
“If you don’t know, it doesn’t matter,” Akechi replies simply, voice raw.
“I love you,” Akira states it so plainly that he sees Akechi freeze.
“You don’t— you can’t,” Akechi forces out. “I hate you.” He doesn’t though. Who kisses someone they hate? Who heals someone through a kiss if they wanted to kill them?
“But I do.”
Yet, it’s at that moment that Akira realizes that maybe the healing didn’t completely awaken his brain or his reaction speed. Even as he sees the gun pulled out from behind his back, even as he squeezes Akira’s hand ever so gently, even as he sees the gun pointed at his head, Akechi’s head, he doesn’t truly register what’s happening until it’s just too late.
“Sleep and wake up again. Just as you always do.”
Shooting up, Akira reaches forward eyes wide with panic and fear—
Akira jolts up clutching his chest. It’s tight and he feels like he can’t breathe. There’s a name he wants to shout at the tip of his tongue but nothing comes out but an angry, sorrow-filled scream. He swallows and feels the faint lingering pressure of a hand on his throat, of something on his lips. Yet, even as Morgana calls out to him in concern, Akira feels like he’s so far away. An unnatural relief fills him that Morgana is there breathing, alive, and not dying, but he doesn’t know why he feels that way.
He doesn’t know why he’s so desperately reaching for his phone. It’s nighttime, but he’s searching through his phone. Scrolling through his contacts. Looking for a name he can’t remember. Looking for a number he certainly wouldn’t recognize. Looking for…
The screen is blurry and it’s only when he feels a wet drop hit his thumb and another one land on his phone does he realize it.
He’s crying.
For who? For what?
What was he doing? Who is he looking for? And why does his heart feel so broken he can’t breathe?
Morgana’s cries for concern grow louder.
So do the cries in Akira’s heart for a thing he can’t remember. There’s an emptiness he can’t explain, but he knows it hurts. A pain that can’t be cured.
He throws his head in his hands, one still clutching his phone, and releases a silent broken sob.
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Fandom: Persona 5
Main Pairing: Akechi/Akira Kurusu (Protagonist)
WC: 1350
Status: Complete
Part of a Series?: While this is sort of a standalone, this does loosely relate to my "The Definition of Insanity" work! If you haven't read it, feel free to! The Definition of Insanity (AO3)
Summary:
“I love you,” Akira states it so plainly that he sees Akechi freeze.
“You don’t— you can’t,” Akechi forces out. “I hate you.” He doesn’t though. Who kisses someone they hate? Who heals someone through a kiss if they wanted to kill them?
“But I do.”
Yet, it’s at that moment that Akira realizes that maybe the healing didn’t completely awaken his brain or his reaction speed. Even as he sees the gun pulled out from behind his back, even as he squeezes Akira’s hand ever so gently, he doesn’t truly register what’s happening until it’s just too late.
The world is blurry as he slowly blinks away the haze. He doesn’t feel like he’s still all there. After being sent flying and landing squarely on his stomach a good few feet away from where their fight just took place, Akira isn’t sure if he will ever be all there. No, he’s pretty sure this is where their journey ends if the victor doesn’t care to show them mercy. And, why? When they’re so close, why does it have to end here?
And, why? Why didn’t he side with them? Why couldn’t Akira convince him? What did he miss? What did he—
In his mess of thoughts, he hears someone swear, their executioner. But the words he says make Akira wonder if he’s genuinely hearing him at all.
“...Not this time either, huh? Am I truly so overwhelming?”
None of the disdain from before. The hatred dripping from everyone — no, the emptiness, the futility in his tone makes that all seem so far away. A mask.
Akira blinks again and tries to look at his friends. It hurts to move, but he has to. He has to know if they’re okay. Right across from him he can see Ann and Ryuji unmoving, a pain shoots in his heart. He needs to summon a persona and heal them before it’s too late. Agonizingly slow, he manages to turn his head more to look around. Makoto fidgets a little and Futaba releases a low groan. Morgana begins to push himself up a little, muttering Akira’s name before collapsing once more. Haru and Yusuke remain silent on the opposite side of him just like Ann and Ryuji.
How did he fail them so badly?
Akira hears footsteps behind him and knows full well that it’s him. Despite his body screaming at him to not move, he forces himself up and pushes his body off the ground. He tries to stand as he turns to face him, red mask fixed squarely on his face, movements slow, almost like he’s tired, but not from their fight surely. Akira doesn’t think he broke a sweat — they barely lifted a finger against him. Once on one knee, Akira grabs his dagger and tries to push himself up on the other leg but in the process loses his balance — he’s too weak; his legs are giving out on him. For a moment, it looked as if this shocked him — Crow, Akechi, Goro — and he almost seemed to reach out to maybe stop the inevitable fall, but Akira collides with grounds once more, squarely on his back this time and he stares at the ceiling. It didn’t hurt as much as it should have.
The footsteps grow closer and now Akechi is in his sights, looming above him. He would be a menacing presence — no, he still is even though Akira is terribly attracted to him for god knows what reasons. Even as he plays the role of Death for them, Akira can’t help but think about how much he meant — no means to him. Why?
Why didn’t he join them?
What was Akira missing?
What—
His broken thoughts shatter and stutter to a stop when he realizes that Akechi is now much closer to him, straddling him and a gloved hand rests slowly around his throat. Is he going to strangle him to death? It certainly feels cruel to do so when Akira can see the gun on his hip, but he feels the hand tighten ever so slightly, before relaxing and certainly feeling the way Akira swallows beneath him. He’s terrified and he’s ashamed to admit it. But as he’s certainly the only one who remains conscious and maybe the only one left alive now, he supposes it doesn’t matter what he feels when it’s inevitable.
But he feels so warm as Akechi’s thumb swipes across his throat and he swallows once more, nervous — is he searching for his pulse point?
“I hate you,” Akechi says suddenly, but his voice cracks as he says it. “Why does it have to be me? Why, you? What is it about you…?” He shakes his head and Akira wants to ask what he means, but his voice doesn’t work. Then, Akira is looking at his handsome face as broken and somber as it is — empty yet devastated — he removes his mask so effortlessly and his brown hair falls into his eyes. A face Akira could never forget. “I hate you so much,” yet he gives the most terribly beautiful, yet heartbreaking smile Akira has ever seen from him. Those burgundy eyes filled with such a flurry of emotions. And as he leans further down and his hair is suddenly touching Akira’s mask, a quiet “Diarahan” leave his lips. Akira is too focused on the feeling of his lips against this to truly realize what’s happening — the life returning to his body, the feeling so intense that Akira truly feels the heat of the connection — what he would have missed with the growing numbness of his originally dying body.
Yet, when he parts from Akira, the feeling of his lips still lingers. He wants it again. Why now?
“Goro,” finally, his voice works. “Goro,” he repeats.
Akechi shakes his head, “It won’t matter. What you say won’t matter.” He drops his mask to the ground. “It won’t to you. It’ll be irrelevant. Don’t waste your breath and certainly don’t waste any more of my time. Not again. Fucking figure it out already.” But Akira doesn’t know what he’s talking about.
“What are you talking about?” Akira mutters reaching for the hand on his throat and it’s removed so easily that he knows there was no ill intent there. That he never meant to kill Akira that way — certainly not after healing him so.
“If you don’t know, it doesn’t matter,” Akechi replies simply, voice raw.
“I love you,” Akira states it so plainly that he sees Akechi freeze.
“You don’t— you can’t,” Akechi forces out. “I hate you.” He doesn’t though. Who kisses someone they hate? Who heals someone through a kiss if they wanted to kill them?
“But I do.”
Yet, it’s at that moment that Akira realizes that maybe the healing didn’t completely awaken his brain or his reaction speed. Even as he sees the gun pulled out from behind his back, even as he squeezes Akira’s hand ever so gently, even as he sees the gun pointed at his head, Akechi’s head, he doesn’t truly register what’s happening until it’s just too late.
“Sleep and wake up again. Just as you always do.”
Shooting up, Akira reaches forward eyes wide with panic and fear—
Akira jolts up clutching his chest. It’s tight and he feels like he can’t breathe. There’s a name he wants to shout at the tip of his tongue but nothing comes out but an angry, sorrow-filled scream. He swallows and feels the faint lingering pressure of a hand on his throat, of something on his lips. Yet, even as Morgana calls out to him in concern, Akira feels like he’s so far away. An unnatural relief fills him that Morgana is there breathing, alive, and not dying, but he doesn’t know why he feels that way.
He doesn’t know why he’s so desperately reaching for his phone. It’s nighttime, but he’s searching through his phone. Scrolling through his contacts. Looking for a name he can’t remember. Looking for a number he certainly wouldn’t recognize. Looking for…
The screen is blurry and it’s only when he feels a wet drop hit his thumb and another one land on his phone does he realize it.
He’s crying.
For who? For what?
What was he doing? Who is he looking for? And why does his heart feel so broken he can’t breathe?
Morgana’s cries for concern grow louder.
So do the cries in Akira’s heart for a thing he can’t remember. There’s an emptiness he can’t explain, but he knows it hurts. A pain that can’t be cured.
He throws his head in his hands, one still clutching his phone, and releases a silent broken sob.
hello! I hope this isn't rude to ask, but is your latest fic a happy ending? I'm dying to read it, but I'm not emotionally ready to read it if it'll end badly. 😅
Hello!
Thank you for asking and it isn't rude at all! For the sake of those who may not want to know, I'll leave it under the cut!
It does have a happy ending! Based on some other comments, it can have a lot of twists and turns!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
THE DEFINITION OF INSANITY... - COMPLETE
The definition of insanity...
...is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.
They're disjointed. Confused.
And Akechi isn't giving him anything to work with.
This Persona 5 fic has been completed recently and I'm so happy with how it ended. Please feel free to give it a read if you're interested.
Main Pairing: Akechi Goro x Persona 5 Protag (Akira Kurusu)
Chapters: 30/30
If you haven't read The Definition of Insanity, this AU won't really make sense! I encourage you to read it! It's currently a WIP but there are only about 3 chapters left to the fic!
This is a little bit of an in-between fic that I wanted to write of post the first 5 loops.
Chapter 1
Akira takes in a deep breath and stares at his phone for a long while. He had set this up himself. Yes, he’s supposed to be on his way home right now after this third semester. Yes, he’s probably messing up a whole other set of plans that were made before he organized this. But there was one person who wasn’t there at his send-off party. The person Akira honestly wanted to see the most. So he sits in the cafe waiting patiently for them to arrive. He promised him he would show up and he hardly makes promises in general.
He hates them actually.
But the hour is running late and the time that he promised is quickly slipping away. After everything, Akira’s mind turns to the worst possibilities.
Is he hurt?
Did he lie to him again?
Does he not want to see Akira?
Does he hate him?
Is he dead?
The last one hurts the most because it is truly Akira’s biggest fear. It’s what drove him down a spiral of depression for a long time. He refused help — didn’t want it, nothing would bring him back. Yet, when given a second, a third, a fourth, a fifth chance by some whimsical god, Akira did everything he could to make sure they all make it out alive and relatively happy.
So if, in the time that Akira has taken his eyes off of him, he perished in some way shape, or form, devastated wouldn’t ever be able to fully encapsulate the feelings Akira has.
Because despite everything, Akira loves him. He feels like maybe he’s still too young to understand that concept. Yes, he lived a time after all of the events of their high school. Yes, in all technicality, despite being in the body of a 17-year-old, mentally he should at least be over 20. He doesn’t feel like it though. He’s still figuring himself out. Trying to understand what it means to be Akira Kurusu. He spent so much time trying to be nothing to get through his probation. Wearing these glasses that, at this point, he just likes them more than anything else. Keeping his hair messy, a low profile — Akira’s will exists but he feels like he still doesn’t know who he is.
It sucks.
The bell rings and Akira looks up immediately from his phone. Morgana, who had been taking a nap on the stool beside him, opens one eye as an ear perks.
“Oh, he’s here is he?” Morgana asks as the figure walks towards him.
“Sorry,” Akechi says and Akira can only smile in relief. “Why do you look like that?”
Akechi shrugs, “I had to take care of some things with Sae and I lost track of time.” He looks at Morgana before taking the seat on the other side of Akira. “Didn’t mean to keep you waiting. I know your time is ever so precious.”
“Yes,” Akira smirks. “Time is fleeting — especially my time here.”
Akechi manages a small smile, “Why did you call me out here?”
“I wanted to say goodbye,” Akira answers softly. “I’m heading home.”
“You are?” Akechi straightens a little at that. Akira nods. “I see.” Akira supposes that maybe he should have prefaced this meeting with that. So he knew of Akira’s plans and intentions. “Well, safe travels then.”
It annoys him a little with how dismissive Akechi is about all of this. Does he really mean nothing to him after all of this? Everything they’ve been through together. Those little moments… the moments where they did truly confess their feelings to one another — is that nothing now that they’re out of the loop?
“I’m thinking, Akira. Something you tell me I do too much of apparently,” Akechi reads his mind and runs a hand through his hair. He’s gotten good at reading his mind — after so many attempts, so many small moments together — it seems that Akira isn’t quite as unreadable as previously believed. At least, maybe to Akechi right now. “After everything, it feels surreal that we’re out, yes? Five tries and we’re out… And now you’re leaving.”
“I don’t want to,” Akira confesses. “I’d rather stay.” His gaze shifts to where Morgana was, but he seems to have vanished at some point during this conversation. “I want to be with my friends. With you. I won’t be gone forever, I’ll visit, maybe even come back and stay after finishing high school.”
“You want to work here for the rest of your life?” it’s in jest, but it’s something Akira has seriously considered.
"Maybe," Akira answers honestly. "What are you going to do?"
Akechi hums for a long moment. He stares off and Akira realizes that maybe he should fix him a coffee one last time before he has to head home. He walks behind the bar and begins working on a cup — just for Akechi. Akechi watches him work for a moment before shifting his attention off to the side somewhere.
“I’ll stay here for a little,” he answers. “Then, I might consider doing some traveling. I’ve always wanted to after all.”
“For what? To where?” Akira asks curiously.
“Maybe somewhere in Europe,” Akechi elaborates. “Not sure where.”
“Europe?” Akira swallows. “I at least thought you were going to stay in Japan.” Akechi only shrugs again. “Well, take me with you if you go.” Akira focuses on the coffee he’s making, but he hears Akechi snort in amusement.
“Sure, I’ll just abscond with you to Europe. I’m positive I’ll get away with that,” Akechi shakes his head. “Your friends would never let you go anywhere with me alone.”
Akira doesn’t think that’s true. Not anymore. They’ve gotten over that a bit. Slightly. There’s still a lot of work to be done. However, he doesn’t think they would have Akechi’s head if Akira chooses to go somewhere with him — he’s capable of making his own decisions after all doesn’t need a babysitter to do it.
Akechi takes the coffee carefully and blows gently, “I think you underestimate how protective your friends are of you. Especially when it comes to me. They don’t like me Akira.”
Akira wants to argue that point, but he genuinely doesn’t know if that’s the case or not. He doesn’t want to speak for them — he just knows that if anyone hates him still it would be Futaba and he already knows he’s going to have to have a bunch of conversations with her regarding not having to associate with Akechi anymore. Akechi doesn’t want anything to do with them after all so Akira thinks it’ll be easy.
Relatively.
Maybe.
“Don’t be a stranger if you do though,” Akira mumbles after a moment staring at Akechi intensely. Akechi looks up from his coffee and frowns a little under Akira’s intense gaze. “I don’t expect you to bring me with you even if I wished you would. Just… don’t forget I exist. Not after everything, please.”
“I…” Akechi clears his throat. “I won’t. Couldn’t if I tried. Seeing as you weaseled your way into my life with no signs of leaving.”
Akira laughs and sees Akechi manage a small smile. He will miss this. The small moments that they can have together. Akira will be going back home to finish his final year in high school, Akechi will be moving on with his life as a detective, and the others… well, he knows that he’ll be trying to spend as much time with them as possible. His best friends that have through all of this with him — the craziness that was the loops…
Hopefully, that’s it.
Akira leans over and gives Akechi a gentle kiss on the cheek.
“Promise me, you won’t be a stranger,” he whispers as he pulls away. Akechi has the nerve to look annoyed at the sign of affection — as if Akira hadn’t done this before to him. “Akechi?”
“Fine, yes. I promise,” Akechi grumbles. “Just stop looking at me like that.”
Akira doesn’t know what way he’s looking at him, but if it’s what gets him to be sincere, Akira will have to remember it some more.
Carefully, as the sun sets outside, just as this chapter ends — the loops — Akira takes Akechi’s hand in his and gives it a slight squeeze. The brunette sighs and gives him a small smile. Not used to this kind of sincere affection — something he’s never been granted in his life. Akira hopes that this isn’t the last time. They had to have been given this second — or fifth chance — for a reason.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
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Title: Perdu
Fandom: Fire Emblem Fates
WC: 134,835
Chapters: 15
Summary:
In truth, Silas was just relieved that after all this fighting, after all this bloodshed, Nohr and Hoshido finally believed in Corrin. He could see how much this war was straining Corrin. He’d lose sleep over it and pretend that everything was fine.
The war in Valla was a nightmare and it left Silas with too much room to think and wonder in that head of his. And as we know, it can form new relationships, and apparently, bring up a past that would rather be forgotten. Things are out of his hands more than ever and the simple knight from Nohr is starting to realize that perhaps things weren't as he made them seem in his mind.
Why is there a gap in his memory?
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The Definition of Insanity
Chapter: 26/30
Persona 5/Persona 5 Royal Fanfic
Pairing: Akeshu
WC: 5913
“Sae said that she is okay,” Goro says in the dead of the night while they stare at the stars. It’s one of the few peaceful nights since they went on the run from Shido’s loyal followers. “She and Makoto are somewhere safe.” When Akira stares at him for a moment too long, he adds, “Haru, too. She’s with Makoto. Plus, Haru probably has the best security out of all of us given her status.”
“That’s good,” Akira hopes he sounds more relieved than he thinks. His voice comes out strained, maybe even a little harsh. Even if it was subtle, it didn't slip past Goro. He glances at him from the corner of his eye, critical even if it was just a swift look in his direction.
“What’s wrong?” Goro asks immediately. “I thought you’d be happier about that news.
“I am. God, I am,” Akira repeats. The desperate tone in his voice is concerning even for himself. Why? Is he trying to convince himself of that? He couldn’t be more elated to hear that news, but for some reason, he just feels ill. The situation leaves much to be desired and he can’t help but wonder if any of them are truly safe. Goro and he have been wandering around for days trying to keep off the radar and making sure they aren’t leaving a trail anywhere.
He hopes the others are okay. He hasn’t managed to get in contact with them and he knows that Futaba and Morgana — if they heard the news — might be frantically trying to figure out where they are by hacking everything.
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The Definition of Insanity
Chapter 25/30
Persona 5/Persona 5 Royal Fanfic Pairing: Akeshu
WC: 6496
Akira and Morgana exchange glances, dumbfounded by the sight before him. Sojiro didn’t mention anything about him appearing here and he would think that he would tell Akira if someone had gone up to his room. That’s what he usually does anyway — and has always done that even if Akira knew that someone was going to be up in his room because they had done this a thousand times. So when he makes his way up the stairs — slowly, because the cafe attic accessibility wasn’t meant for someone who can’t move up and down the stairs with ease — he’s a little more than surprised to find someone lying on his bed.
His first instinct is to attack — Sojiro didn’t tell him anyone was here which must mean they broke in somehow. Likely through the windows as that is the only way for someone to go up the stairs without Sojiro knowing. Unless a customer snuck up the stairs without Sojiro realizing — it wouldn’t be all that surprising given there’s usually only three customers max at a time if they’re lucky and if Sojiro goes to the back to get something real quick, it would leave a small yet perfect opportunity for someone to sneak up the stairs without anyone realizing.
Sojiro would be able to count that though if someone went missing for a long period.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
The Definition of Insanity
Chapter 24/30
Persona 5/Persona 5 Royal Fanfic
Pairing: Akeshu
WC: 6360
Akira is pleasantly surprised by how great he feels. How all of those doubts, those thoughts, those pangs, wash away as if they were nothing. He feels that familiar smirk on his face and he falls right back into being a phantom thief with ease.
Yoshizawa looks around unimpressed but not surprised. He supposes it is a little gaudy. It’s definitely not his taste, but it is fitting for Shido. Disgusting.
He both can’t wait to be done with this palace and also doesn’t want to leave. There’s freedom gifted to him with the presence of the metaverse. Both in mind and body.
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Persona 5
Akechi Goro / Akira Kurusu
WC: 6065
Chapter 23/30
In truth, Akira thinks his friends are handling this worse than Akira is. They’re in various stages of anger and some just seem sad about Akira’s condition. He’s on his feet, sometimes. Standing is more difficult than he thought it’d be. He knows he’s been unconscious for some months now, but he didn’t actually think his body would suffer this much from inactivity. Yes, there will be some time dedicated to regaining some sort of physical strength. Was the pain in his dreams… the numbness, actually a result of what Dr. Maruki was doing, or was it in reality, his body beginning to fade? Probably both.
Unfortunately, both.
Akira sits more often than not, and Sojiro had to wheel him out in a wheelchair and he was wheeled into Leblanc in one too. Trying to stand was more work than it was worth and he’ll have to get that strength back. He thinks that might have been the straw that broke the camel’s back. When they saw their leader, in a wheelchair. What makes matters worse is that Akira is technically supposed to be surrendering himself to the police in a few days for Sae’s palace. Akira doesn’t even know how that’s supposed to work.
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