Would they actually do that,” Ren asked quietly, “or are you just scared they’ll ask why you didn't go to them sooner, and figure out what you’ve been doing?” “I'm already on borrowed time,” Goro murmured, biting back the urge to snap at the accusation of being scared. “Haru Okumura has woken up, and the thieves want to spend the school festival with her, trying to help her remember what caused her mental shutdown. And she still doesn't have a Shadow, so there's no way to silence her if she does remember.” Ren tensed at that too, but Goro was hardly embarrassed at planning for possible ways out of this mess. “The school festival should be fun,” Ren said lightly. “No idea what mine’s doing.” “Ann’s helping with the decorations for our class’s maid cafe, apparently,” Goro told him. “Mona was so disappointed that she'd refused to dress up as one of the maids.” “Are you-?” Ren began with far too much enthusiasm, and Goro elbowed him, hard. “Don't finish that sentence.” “Mean,” Ren grumbled, rubbing at his chest. “You’d look hot.” Goro elbowed him again. “Okay, okay, ow. No letting you borrow my dress, got it.”

Working on the next chapter of Eye for an Eye, and the boys have slightly different priorities

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He couldn't blame anyone but himself. If he even has a self. He doesn't know how to be someone people would want to keep around. It makes him feel better to claim he intentionally becomes what people need, but the truth is, he doesn't know how to stop. He isn't even sure that there's a person underneath the mirror he holds up. All he seems to be is a reflection of what people are looking for. He never says anything his confidants don't already know. He just repeats what they've already decided they need to hear. Mirror, sounding board, take whichever analogy works for you. He doesn't remember how to be his self. He's worried he doesn't have one.

Happy WIPWednesday! Have a rough draft snippet from chapter 3 of In This Pool of Blood, I’ll Meet Your Eyes!

Am I using Ren as a stand in to work through my own autistic masking/identity issues? Mind your business.

#jjw

For wip Wednesday I offer Akira's stubborn vengeance on this, which I started writing in a valiant attempt at killing my writer's block. It kinda worked. They're really funny. #jjw

“It seemed the madman wasn't satisfied with taking away society's free will. Maruki had begun stripping agency from even the animals. The once feral cat colony was now friendly, brushing their heads against the children's small hands, desperate for affection. Goro wondered if they had even been allowed to keep their claws? The sharpness of their fangs? If Maruki sought to tame even the wild animals, what hope was there that Goro would be allowed to keep his edges, to bear his teeth?”

Have a small part of In This Pool of Blood I’ll Meet Your Eyes chapter 3 for WIP Wednesday 😌

#JJW #ShuAke #AkeShuAke

The horrors™ are just getting started 🖤

#JJW #AkeShuAke

new chapter out now!!! after the disaster at the diner, whatever is ren to do?

⛓️‍💥Rated M
⚖️7.4k Words
🧤Chapter 4: Off-Kilter

#jjw #akeshu

Eye for an Eye - Chapter 45 - KupoWonders - Persona 5 [Archive of Our Own] An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 45 of my akeshuake roleswap fic Eye for an Eye is here! In which Yoshizawa returns to school, and in the wake of everything Goro tries to strengthen his Palace defences:
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"I am meeting with my team, and I don't trust you," Ren said flatly, choosing honesty, because he genuinely didn't mind Minagawa, or even the other two Yakuza Nakai had been setting as his tails, and he didn't want to sour their relationship by threatening them. Minagawa's whole face went hard. "You wanna talk trust Amamiya? We have been playin’ this by your rules this entire time." "My rules?" Ren asked, raising his eyebrows. "No. We are, all of us, working within the constraints of Shido's rules. We've found a nice little middle-ground; where you get to send legitimate reports to Shido, and I get to plan what I do and don't show you. You're actually getting the better side of the deal, getting to spend your nights inside, instead of squatting in the grass, and all three of you have got at least one free meal out of this arrangement. Meanwhile, I've got someone I don't trust in the house with my younger sister when she's sleeping." Minagawa grimaced. "I'm not gonna do anythin' to her," he muttered, but Ren suspected that the point had been made.

How about some WiP Weds?
From the 2nd fic in the NG+ series (which has officially hit 200k, how is this my life?), chap 1 again, little teaser of how that fic starts, lol
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(context: ren just spotted goro's bullet scar from the engine room) "Is that what happened to you?" He follows her eyes with his own and seems to deflate when it lands on his scar. "...Just go home, Ren." "You know I can't."

ahoy actually having a #wipwednesday?? it's more likely than you think. (additional context in alt text) #jjw

Warnings for a persona 5 fanfiction. They include: Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Torture, Cannibalism, and various sex related, explicit tags. Most notably including Gun Kink

A section of the work reading as follows: Goro Akechi is no stranger to using a gun. In her line of work, it's impossible to go without some familiarity with them, even if they aren't one's preferred method. It surely isn't hers. But despite that, she's still well acquainted with the weight sitting in her hand. A pistol, smuggled in from America and 'gifted' to her after the first demonstration of her abilities. A SIG-Sauer P230. Light, compact, ergonomic, and effective. It's all it needs to be, contained in an aesthetically pleasing package. Reliable to get the job done as is, but she doesn't always want to cause a scene. So, she uses it with an accessory. Akechi pulls the gun free and lifts it skyward. Light catches on the slick suppressor screwed into the end.

"It's Not Love(But You're Still Mine)"

A companion piece to the previous work in the series. This one exists mostly for Akechi's POV to certain events, and so I can write filthy smut(Hence, this chapter)
#jjw #shuake

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Since I didn't get a chance to post a new thing, here's my 2/2 fic I wrote last year!

🔞 Shuake (Top Joker/ Bottom Akechi)

#jjw #shuake

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Happy 2/2! I don't have anything new this time, but let me to bring back the one-shot I wrote last year

#shuake #jjw

Goro caught a finger under Ren's chin and gently forced him to look up until they could catch gazes, something dark and hungry burning in his eyes that sent a delicious shiver down Ren's spine. "Why are you embarrassed?" he murmured. "You're dangerous, and they should be showing you respect." "You just want them to be scared of me," Ren muttered. "If Nakai isn't terrified of you, he's a fool," Goro said flatly. "As far as he should be aware, we have the same abilities. I am not allowed to kill him, but you are staying your hand because his death would not, necessarily, be convenient."

Have a WiP for Sunday, from the first chapter of the NG+ sequel, On Summer Eves By Haunted Streams.

It's seven sentences, but we're gonna call it #SundaySix. Also with #Akeshu, & picked based on some reviews I got.
#JJW

Both my 2/2 smut fic and chapter 1 of my Third Semester Psychological Horrorish/Accomplice AU are finished and ready to be posted tomorrow. 🥰

#ShuAke #JJW #AkeShuAke

“Kinda funny, isn’t it?” she murmured. “I spent months unable to leave my room, could barely stand to interact with Sojiro, and now I’m… I don’t know. Itchy. Being in the house alone.” Ren considered that for a moment as he straightened his collar, then said, “The only enemy you had before was yourself, and you had to keep her contained. Now, our enemies, they’re bigger, and infinitely more dangerous.” He offered her a smile, small and grim, got one in return. “Isolation is their strength; together, we’re stronger.” She glanced down at her toes, wiggled them. “Together, huh…” she murmured. “Futaba?” “I’ve been thinking,” she admitted, peeking up at him, through her hair, “that it’s kinda…icky, that Sumi’s all by herself on the top floor. Especially right now, with Maruki running around.” Ren tilted his head, considering her. “You want to see if they’ll accept you mid-year?” he guessed, and she nodded. “They should. I can check with Makoto, see what she knows about it.” “Okay. But…don’t tell Sumi? Not yet!” Futaba added, when Ren snorted. “Oh, I am the last one to be throwing stones about hiding things from your significant other,” he admitted, and she snorted herself. “Sure. You talked to Sojiro about it, yet?” “No?” Ren huffed and patted her head, which she sort of nudged up into. “Please talk to your dad,” he said. “He’s gonna be the one putting through the request.” “Yeah, yeah.” “And do not hack the school registry and rearrange classes just so you can spend all day with your girlfriend!” “Make me,” Futaba shot back, and then let out a loud, villain cackle and dove off his bed, retreating to her own room.

The final chapter of Whether it Be Dream or Truth (To Do Well Is What Matters), my #akeshu / #shuake NG+ fic is on AO3! (1st part of a series, lol)
#jjw

Chapter 46: archiveofourown.org/works/698144...

OR start at the beginning: archiveofourown.org/works/69814406

Futaba sent in chat, ‘crow minus 1 asshole point’ 'That’s worth more than 1,’ Sumire said. 'crow minus 1.2 asshole points,’ Futaba sent. 'How many asshole points does he have right now?’ Ryuji asked. '5000,’ Makoto sent. 'Damn Niijima tell us how you really feel about murder boyfriend,’ Shiho sent. 'i was thinking like 200 but yeah okay,’ Futaba sent. '5000 it is’ 'Stop dumping Shido’s points onto Crow’s plate it’s mean,’ Ren sent. 'FINE,’ Futaba sent. 'What makes you say Crow doesn’t deserve 5000 asshole points?’ Makoto demanded. 'He gives me little kisses,’ Ren replied. In front of him, Ann choked and dropped her face into her arms on top of her desk, very clearly trying to muffle her laughter. 'Oh my gods,’ Makoto said. 'I honestly don’t know what I expected’ 'Joker broke Queen because of kissing,’ Ryuji sent. 'Did not have that one on my time travel bingo card’

Chapter 45/46 of Whether it Be Dream or Truth (To Do Well Is What Matters), my #akeshu / #shuake NG+ fic is on AO3!
#jjw
Ren finally goes back to work for Iwai, only to come face-to-face with Shido's Cleaner.

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“Wednesday, then,” Akechi decided, “with a rain check for Thursday, should something come up requiring a reschedule.” “Fine,” Morgana agreed, while Ren dropped a quick message in chat, so everyone knew the plan. “Ren doesn’t need me for his exams, anyway.” Akechi turned on Ren. “Tell me you do not use the cat to cheat on your exams.” Futaba cackled. Ren sighed. “He sits inside my desk; he can’t see the exam paper. Mostly he just critiques how well I’m doing based on the speed of my writing. And naps.” “And offer positive affirmations!” Morgana added cheerfully. Ren cleared his throat, then said, “Ooo, you can do this!” in a nearly pitch-perfect match for Morgana’s favourite encouragement. Futaba flopped face-first onto the couch, laughing a bit breathlessly. “I do not sound like that!” Morgana complained. “Strangely, I don’t believe you,” Akechi deadpanned, before turning to Ren as Morgana hunched down, letting out quiet offended noises.

Chapter 44/46 of Whether it Be Dream or Truth (To Do Well Is What Matters), my #akeshu / #shuake NG+ fic is on AO3!
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Ren & Akechi snuggles, and Sae finds out about the murder lists.

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Screenshot of an AO3 fic, "that's how you do the act like you never met me" by me, lumensd. Summary: "The list of places Goro can safely go in Tokyo without running into Kurusu Akira continues to incur great losses. This time, it's his 777 of choice, which is nowhere near his new apartment complex for this express purpose, and yet. Ineffable Joker will always find a fucking way. And if he can't, he'll circle like a bird of prey until a way opens up." Twelve years later, nothing is conventional and everything is deliberate.

> that's how you do the act like you never met me

☕ 6.0k
☕ Rating: E 🔞
☕ Friends/rivals with benefits post-canon
☕ #shuake #jjw

Hello it's here ^_^

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“You seem to enjoy painting dichotomies,” Haru commented. Yusuke hummed and tapped a finger on the cover of his sketchbook. “As Madarame’s apprentice, I often found my pieces infused with anger or pain. I…did not enjoy them, but they were, I have since come to see, my only real outlet against the reality of my situation. In my freedom from him, I discovered myself still attempting to paint those same pieces, but they lacked the full force of my suffering, because I was, in truth, no longer suffering.” “Hence,” Ren murmured, “Desire and Hope.” Yusuke smiled at him. “Yes, the piece wherein I, at last, found myself again. Not in the desire I had observed in the landscape of Mementos, but in that dichotomy of Mementos’ pain and the warmth which I had discovered in traversing it with you. With all of you,” he added, nodding to Haru, who smiled in response and inclined her head. “In the following year, I found myself, again and again, painting a piece and finding it to feel incomplete until the addition of it’s opposition. Just as Joker’s piece had come to me, first, as his defeat, born of the nightmares we all, I believe, suffered—” Ren and Haru both nodded, Ren grimacing, while Haru’s mouth went flat and thin “—but it had not felt true, for Joker has always been, to me, a beacon of strength. As such, it was in dichotomy that the piece found completion.” “Yes,” Haru murmured, leaning against Ren’s shoulder. “It was…haunting, I think, but there was something about it, the play of light on the other half, it softened the grief.” “Honestly,” Ren said, “I mostly just found it creepy.” Haru snorted, while Yusuke said, “That is because you focus too much on that which you have deemed a weakness, and not enough on that which the rest of us see as your strength.” Ren winced, because he wasn’t wrong, necessarily, but Ren wasn’t certain that was the way he wanted to be told he needed to grant himself more grace. “Thanks, Yusuke.”

Chapter 43/46 of Whether it Be Dream or Truth (To Do Well Is What Matters), my #akeshu / #shuake NG+ fic is on AO3!
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Ryuji's party, telling the team about Morizumi, and visiting her garden after exams.

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A section of text reading: It tuts, its head tilting with a snap of its vertebrae. "Ah, I seem to have misplaced my etiquette. You require something to call me." It stares at her silently for several seconds, before righting its head again. "Frankenstein." The voices break out into giggles, laughing uncontrollably. Frankenstein twists its head fully around, turning that beady, still eye toward the void. The voices silence themselves. It's head then twists the rest of the way, returning to the start.

Tags for a Persona 5 Fanfiction. Warnings include implied/referenced rape, referenced incest, cannibalism, graphic depictions of violence, and referenced self harm.

Chapter 7 of "The City Looks So Pretty, Do You Wanna Burn It With Me?"

Urban fantasy T4T #akeshu Yuri, featuring vampires, demons, wolf girls, and in today's thrilling installment, a little ✨mystery✨

#jjw
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“Maybe if she adds, like, an SOS button?” Ann said. “Some way to say, ‘I am actively in real danger and need my mobile back on’?” “That…might make it a little less dangerous,” Makoto agreed. “If she’s adding an SOS button to brick mode, can something like that be added to normal mode?” Ryuji asked. “Because we didn’t know what happened to Ren. We had no idea you’d got kidnapped.” Makoto, Ann, and Sumire all looked down, looking vaguely ashamed. Like, just maybe, they’d all tried to reason his vanishing away as something more innocent. “Not sure I would’ve had time for an SOS,” Ren admitted. “They grabbed me while I was waiting for a connection, got my mobile away from me first thing. Morgana put up most of the fight.” And, after they’d killed him, Ren hadn’t had much fight left. Ryuji frowned. “I think…they went after my mobile first, too,” he murmured. “Same,” Ann said, nodding. “Mako-chan and I were incapacitated,” Haru said. “Because they knew our mobiles had some sort of connection to the metaverse,” Makoto said, her eyes lighting up. “Get them away from us, we have no way to escape or fight back!” “Joke’s on them; metaverse was already inaccessible,” Ryuji muttered. “Was it, though?” Makoto asked. “It’s all based on cognition, right? If we had needed the safety of it badly enough, it could have opened back up for us.” Ren swallowed, wasn’t certain how to feel about that. That, if he’d fought just a little harder, had been just a little more desperate, or scared, or something, maybe he could have made it back to the metaverse. Maybe he could have saved Morgana. Maybe he could have saved Akechi.

Chapter 42/46 of Whether it Be Dream or Truth (To Do Well Is What Matters), my #akeshu / #shuake NG+ fic is on AO3!
#jjw
Featuring the discussion of adding a way to call for help to their mobiles, & Ren sees a familiar face in Crossroads

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When he got into his shop Sat morning, he found Nakai waiting for him in his usual seat, jacket off to reveal a chest holster with a very real Glock 19, & feet up on the counter, relaxed in a way that could honestly mean anything. “Mune,” he said in greeting. “Masami,” Munehisa returned in kind, choosing to take it as a good sign that they were on given name terms. Too, he didn’t see anyone else in his shop, & Nakai wasn’t pointing any weapons at him, even if he was making it clear he was carrying. “Can’t say you’re the last person I expected to hear from,” Nakai commented, “but you’re not far down the list.” Straight to the point, then. “Heard you got yourself an apprentice.” Because that seemed a good place to start, especially given that Nakai had once sworn he wouldn’t be passing on his skills, that any replacements should have the balls to off him without trying any kissing up. Which, given he hadn’t had any sort of mentor, so far as Munehisa knew, and the rumours had painted him the murderer of the best Yakuza hitman in the special wards before him, tracked. Nakai frowned. “No.” He dropped his feet to the floor & sat up. “Who told you that?” Munehisa paused, realising that, no, the detective had never actually said he was Nakai’s apprentice. He’d just come to that conclusion, based on the bits he’d overheard out in the alley, & what the kid had implied in knowing Nakai. “Might’ve misunderstood,” he admitted. “That detective kid mentioned he knew you.” “Detective kid?” Nakai murmured, before he went tense & shot Munehisa a sharp look. “Akechi?” Was that that kid’s name? It was ringing a bell, certainly better than what must have been his given name, that Amamiya had kept using. “Yeah. Light hair, little messy?” He motioned with his hand to indicate the length of the kid’s hair. Nakai didn’t lose any of his tenseness. “Mune, do yourself & your kid a favour, and stay away from Akechi.”

AO3 page for the fic: Summary: Side-story to Whether it Be Dream or Truth (To Do Well Is What Matters). If Amamiya and his friend won't explain what sort of shit they're in, that's fine, Munehisa understands. He'll just have to go to his other sources. Characters: Iwai Munehisa, Yakuza Cleaner in Shido Masayoshi's Palace Relationships: Iwai Munehisa & Yakuza Cleaner (Persona 5), Iwai Munehisa & Persona 5 Protagonist, Akechi Goro & Persona 5 Protagonist, Iwai Munehisa & Kaoru Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Implied/Referenced Murder, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Yakuza, Canon-Typical subject matter, protective adults, Background Relationships, Iwai Munehisa's Yakuza Connections, Moral Ambiguity

Fourth side-story for my NG+ series is now up, titled "(The Treason Past) The Traitor is No Longer Needed". It's Iwai's PoV during chapter 41.
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"That's bullshit, and you know it! You could have at least told me you were alive. I didn't even get a chance to talk to you before Sae was taking you away again," Ren spat, not bothering to hide his quickly mounting anger. Fuck it, his nonchalant act was already out the window anyway. "Aw, were you disappointed we couldn't go on a Christmas date?" Akechi asked condescendingly. Ren thought about punching the smug look off his face. Or, at least, delivering a verbal equivalent. That was what they did, after all. They taunted, and they teased, and they hid their feelings behind twelve layers of plausible deniability because god forbid they ever be straightforward with each other. But Ren was too tired for games and too happy Akechi was alive to joke, so the only thing he said before dragging him into a kiss was a simple 'yes!’

Snippet of my Third Semester Accomplice fic for WIP Wednesday.

First chapter will be out on 2/2!

#ShuAke #JJW #AkeShuAke

"You can do your disrespectful looking elsewhere," Goro said, dropping the folder onto the table and stalking around it to grab Ren's hips and tug him back against him. "This ass belongs to me." Oh. Oh, that was the silicone packer. "Disrespectfully totally yours," Ren somehow got out, attention very much focussed on the solid shape pressing between his ass cheeks. "Haru, you might, uh, need to go downstairs." And then Goro pulled back, very firmly turned Ren so they were facing, and tugged his hips forward, grinding them together. And that was. Uhm. Ren would like to do significantly more of that. Actually. And also kissing. Because Goro's perfectly kissable smirk was right there. Goro leant in, past his mouth—why?!—and breathed, "Get dressed," against his ear, then stepped back, dodging Ren's attempt to grab him and pull him back in. He was aware, somewhat distantly, of Haru giggling. Ren breathed in, swallowed, licked his lips, and then told his boyfriend, "You're kind of an asshole. By the way." Goro hummed, looking smug in that horribly attractive way he had. "You like when I'm an asshole." Ren regretted to inform the universe that that was...unfortunately true. Fuck.

It's close enough to Weds for a WiP share, and I just wrote this and am sitting here cackling to myself. So.
This is from the 2nd fic in the NG+ AU, Of Summer Eves By Haunted Stream. Featuring unapologetic #akeshu, trans!Akechi, & admitted-voyeur!Haru.
#JJW

🐦‍⬛ To Steal The Odds 🐦‍⬛

Chapter 27 of my Six of Crows x #p5 longfic is up on Ao3!

Despite joining the impromptu search for Wakaba, Goro isn't stalking the prison corridors for her. There is someone else he must find.

🔗: archiveofourown.org/works/674917...

#shuakeshu #makoann #CrowsAU #TSTO #jjw

‘Fine,’ Akechi sent. 'This is one of those instances a change of heart may prove the best course’ Futaba sent a shocked kamoji. 'For the *victim’s* sake not because her parents deserve to have their priorities changed for them,’ Akechi shot back. 'i don’t like kana-chan staying with them even with their hearts changed,’ Futaba said. 'we don’t know long-term: what if they decide it’s okay when she turns 16 17 18?’ 'what if they have money trouble again and manage to convince kana-chan that she has to do it again because it’s her family duty?’ 'what if they don’t go back to being gross but they let other family even MORE gross alone with her’ ’ Futaba,’ Ren interrupted. 'Deep breath.’ Because she was spiralling. 'We could just kill off her entire family,’ Akechi suggested. Futaba, notably, was quiet. 'Think about it,’ Akechi said, like the Western-style cartoon devil on her shoulder.

Chapter 41/46 of Whether it Be Dream or Truth (To Do Well Is What Matters), my #akeshu / #shuake NG+ fic is on AO3!
#jjw
Discussions of how to handle some former change of heart instances, & someone overhears a phone call with Shido

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A section of italicized text reading as follows: Please don't go. Akira reaches out, weakly grabbing her wrist as she moves to sit up in bed next to her. She looks back, a blurred face, but sharp eyes. Red as blood. I'm sorry, I'm still good. Please don't go. "I just have business to take care of." She turns to the side, gently taking Akira's hand into her free one. "I'll be back." I can still be good for you. "I promise." She reaches down, gently brushing the damp hair from her face. "I'll come back." I'm not ruined. Please don't go. I can still be useful. Please. She presses a soft kiss to her temple, and then travels the length of a hazy room, to an unfocused door, before stepping through and disappearing. Please don't leave me.

Tags for a Persona 5 fanfiction on AO3. Warnings include triggering topics, such as implied/referenced rape, cannibalism, child abuse, and graphic violence.

Chapter 4 of "The City Looks So Pretty, Do You Wanna Burn It With Me?"

Urban fantasy T4T #akeshu yuri, featuring vampires, demons, wolf girls, and today: depression and reunions.

#jjw
archiveofourown.org/works/756353...

There was someone standing in the entryway, just past hitting range of the door, and Ren recognised the expression on Sojiro’s face—tight, furious, a silent ‘you will touch my kid over my dead body'—first, and then the cap and jacket of the person standing there, just starting to turn towards them. “Violet, take Oracle to the house!” he yelled back outside, and sensed more than saw the way Akechi came to attention next to him. “What’s this?” Youji said, and gave Ren an unimpressed once over. “Actual customers? No, you’re that convic–” “Quiet coffee shops are often the best place to get some work done, I’ve found,” Akechi interrupted in a pleasant tone. “And Boss’s coffee is quite phenomenal, wouldn’t you agree? Or is this the first time you’ve chosen to patronise his shop? I assure you, it’s quite worth it.” Youji blinked, frowning slightly. “Haven’t I…seen you somewhere before?” he asked. “Oh, it’s quite possible!” Akechi agreed with a fake little laugh. “I’m afraid I’ve become something of a celebrity, working with the police. I’m Akechi Goro. And you are?” Youji started looking a little nervous when Akechi said 'police’, and it took everything Ren had not to grin at him, quite aware that Youji had come to threaten Sojiro in an attempt to get more money for his gambling habits. “Isshiki Youji,” Sojiro supplied, when it became clear that Youji wouldn’t introduce himself. “Isshiki?” Akechi repeated, sounding thoughtful. “I knew an Isshiki Wakaba a couple of years ago, before her accident. You wouldn’t happen to be related, would you?” Youji paled and shook his head. “I–I should be heading out!” he said. “Excuse me!”

Chapter 40/46 of Whether it Be Dream or Truth (To Do Well Is What Matters), my #akeshu / #shuake NG+ fic is on AO3!
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The Thieves finish mapping the metaverse stations, & first appearances of a couple of names: Youji & Maruki

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A section of text from the fanfiction chapter, reading: "About a million questions rush through her brain at once, but the only one that sticks is, "Did you pick the lock on my door?" Futaba blinks. "Oh, yeah, it was easy shit. Beta ass lock, seriously this place needs better security. They didn't even check if I went here, I just wandered in. Also when the fuck did you get inked? Looks sick." Akira catches sight of it in the mirror behind Futaba."

An image of a list of tags for the work, "The City Looks So Pretty, Do You Wanna Burn It With Me?" Most prominently is Dead Dove Do Not Eat, which in this case is emphasizing the presence of dark and potentially triggering themes, such as sexual assault, graphic violence, child abuse, (past) incest, and cannibalism.

Chapter 3 of "The City Looks So Pretty, Do You Wanna Burn It With Me?"

Urban fantasy #akeshu where it's T4T Yuri and there are also some demons running around. Featuring today, everyone's favorite gremlin.

#jjw
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🐦‍⬛ To Steal The Odds 🐦‍⬛

Chapter 26 of my Six of Crows x #p5 longfic is up on Ao3!

Ren faces his next challenge, a matter of life and death. More than that—a search for closure with himself.

🔗: archiveofourown.org/works/674917...

#shuakeshu #makoann #CrowsAU #TSTO #jjw