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here and now - ZephyrEden - Persona 5 [Archive of Our Own]
here and now
rating: teen
word count: 6,245
It’s become a bit of a morbid tradition, given that this is his third year upholding it. Starting just a few months after he lost him, Akira will find himself unable to break free of the thought as soon as the heat starts rising.
It’s June 2nd. He is buying a cake for Goro Akechi.
In which Akira celebrates a dead man's birthday and gets a surprise of his own.
📓 go on I know you got some stored in the brain :3c
Working Title - nevermore
Fandom - Kingdom Hearts
Relationships - larxene & marluxia
Additional Tags - canon compliant, or mostly compliant at least, introspection, character study, death cycle, identity crisis, sometimes you just have to die a lot to find a reason to live
Summary - She wonders how many times she’ll have to lose herself before the pain of something long forgotten finally decides to let her go.
So basically the idea of this one is Larxene, starting with her defeat in Castle Oblivion, reflecting on each of her deaths through the lens of trying to overcome her “weakness”, which she associates with her original self, Elrena. This also gets reflected in her relationship with Marluxia, who reminds her too often of who she used to be but also is the one thing she can continue to cling to throughout these lives. Over the course of the fic (just a one shot, nothing too long) she goes from forgetting herself to vehemently denying Elrena to accepting the memory and moving forward as a person with actual goals that aren’t just “kill the old self even if the new one isn’t much better.”
I haven’t played MoM or finished khux so uhhh no idea if this still stays canon compliant but it was canon compliant when I started writing it after kh3 lmao. I wrote about, idk, a tenth of it back then? So here’s a peak at the beginning bit. A tenth of a tenth :3c
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When she falls in the castle she doesn’t expect to wake up. She’s not even sure why she wakes up. She’s not pleased that she did.
Even before she can open her eyes, she’s overtaken by a horrible pain, far more blinding than the light could ever dare to be. She knows what that pain feels like, irritatingly visceral and dealt out by a twerp that, if his card usage was anything to go by, seems to have problems just counting to ten.
And yet, somehow, she’s the one that faded, faded, faded. Back to the darkness. Into the light.
She opens her eyes and sees white all around her. Not the place she’d fallen, but that logic defying castle nonetheless. The pain sharpens until it oozes out of every pore, her body an echo chamber chanting “remember, remember, remember.” Out of spite, she wants to forget.
Not that she can. She’s already forgotten, after all. A very long time ago, she’d forgotten. She’d spent so long in agony, too. So long until she became a shell, an empty husk that let her breathe for the first time in what felt like eons.