#goro the trash man akechi

[kawarikisaki]

How I spoiled P5 for one of my friends.

This is a story from a while back, but I keep thinking about it and I feel like someone on this site will appreciate this story, so; I had one of my coworkers over to my place to watch anime and they saw that I had P5, and that sparks us talking about P5 a bit and she just suddenly says “I bet you like Akechi.”  She’s right, but I have no idea why she would have thought that. So I reply, “Ah, yeah... I mean he’s not my favourite, but I do love a crazy crime boy every now and then.” She looks surprised, “Crazy?” I assume that maybe it’s been a while since she played and she forgot some key details, “Eh? I mean... you know.... the murders.... the crazy laughing in his black suit....” “Akechi murders people?!?” “You didn’t know??????” “How would I know??” “....... what? How far are you?”  After a bit of discussion I find out that she’s just cleared up to Okumura’s palace but has hit a skill floor because she is just very bad at the gameplay; she’s afraid of fusing personas in case she needs them, she doesn’t have enough money to buy anything useful from the compendium because she doesn’t know how to grind.... I don’t even know what else yet but I’ve promised to help her get further so I’m going to end up seeing how much of a mess her save file is at some point. Anyway, knowing that she doesn’t actually know shit about what Akechi is really like I had to ask her why she thought I liked him, since she only knew the smug goodboi detective side of him.... Turns out it was just because she knew that I like Detective Conan, and that one of my favourites is Kaitou Kid..... so she figured I probably like the white costumed phantom thief detective boy. And while that logic checks out I actually like him more with his black suit. 

[gamequoteshowdown]

Quote 1: "Teammates!? Friends!? To hell with that! Why am I inferior to you!? I was extremely particular about my life, my grades, my public image! So someone would want me around! I am an ace detective! A celebrity! But you… You're just some criminal trash living in an attic!? So how!? How does someone like you have things I don't!? How can such a worthless piece of trash be more special than me!?" - Goro Akechi, Persona 5

Quote 2: "I am so fucking normal right now" - Harry du Bois, Disco Elysium

Propaganda

Quote 1: THE VOICE ACTING! MY GOD THE VOICE ACTING! Ok im gonna try and keep this short but this is by far my favourite Akechi moment in the whole game. Akechi is one of my favourite characters in all of Persona but I HATED him before this, like full out despied him. But this whole monologue changed my mind. He is so broken and just wants to have a normal life but that has all been robbed from him because of Shido. He has nothing. He is nothing. He is holding on to those last strands of his previous life because it was all fake so how could it be wrong? How could something he put so much work into being perfect not be right? Ok I gotta stop but PLEASE listen to the clip (link). - Mod Chaos

Quote 2: This man would do numbers on tumblr - Submitter

[catrasredemption]

Listen I know there's already a lot of analyses on why Catra hate is biased but I just realized there's an absolutely perfect example of this, right down to the tries to kill the protag but the fandom ships it detail.

Goro Fucking Akechi.

And before I start - please know that I hold no actual ill-will toward this sociopathic murderer. And if you've never played Persona 5, no, I am NOT exaggerating. But we'll get into that.

Akechi is set up pretty early on to be a foil to the game's protagonist, Joker. And the uh... gay undertones are NOT subtle.

They never actually become A Thing in game, but it's a VERY popular ship in the fandom. Now what crimes did this little uWu commit?

Literal Murder. Not like, his actions lead to the death of someone, but he actually pointed a gun and pulled the trigger

His actions do also lead to the death of more people by causing a crash in the Tokyo subway system

Attempted murder against Joker - you know, the guy everyone ships him with

Impersonating a genius teenage boy detective (no that's not quite on the level of murder but it's a crime to me and an insult against Naoto from Persona 4)

Now, don't get me wrong, his backstory is pretty messed up. His birth father, a man named Shido, knocked up his mother, who worked in the Red Light District, and eventually killed herself, leaving Akechi an orphan to be passed around by relatives who didn't really care about him.

Akechi took two things from his upbringing - one, he had to be perfect in order to be acceptable to people. Two, a burning hatred of his birth father and a desire to see him suffer.

He eventually ends up working with his father, Shido, who's manipulating the masses using the Metaverse (don't worry if you don't know what that is, it's complicated) to make everyone love him. Akechi works with him while secretly building up his own plan on the side - to disgrace Shido when he's elected and then kill him.

All the while he's also working with Joker and the rest of the main cast and trying to manipulate them (they do manage to see through him, but that's another thing).

Again, I love Akechi. I do. I think he's a wonderfully complicated character and a little trash boy who just needs love. But he did so many bad things. And he did a lot of them solely to get revenge against Shido, and toward the end out of resentment/envy of Joker. And in the very, very end he makes the right choice and sacrifices himself to save Joker.

Now let's go over Catra's life real quick:

Raised in a horrible environment, often neglected, knew she wasn't wanted or really loved

Stepped into a villain role where she did terrible things, some of which led to the death of another person (Angella)

Fought against Adora

Ultimately sacrificed herself to save Adora

Went on to help save the world

It's almost uncanny how Akechi's story lines up with Catra's. And while I'm sure Akechi has haters, the people who love him and still ship him with Joker are far, far louder. And I get that! I too wish Akechi could have had a happy ending, but I don't think it was ever really in the cards for him. But he's a guy, so he's a little uWu.

Catra, meanwhile, is an angry woman and gets none of the leeway that angry men usually get (see also: Zuko). Even sacrificing herself to save Adora couldn't earn her any redemption in some people's eyes.

And I don't like comparing characters, especially ones from different franchises, don't get me wrong. But it's interesting to me how often men are forgiven for far worse crimes than women in media, and Akechi is a grade-A example of doing the absolutely worst things he could while still being loved by the fandom.

[icespur]

FERAL OVERPROTECTIVE BOYFRIEND AKECHI IF HE WAS IN PERSONA 5 STRIKERS

Related to above post

Edit 12/11: Upon Comment notifying I don't need to censor certain words, I've changed some to the original intention.

Edit 12/18: Uncensored whole post

Sees Zenkichi as an immediate threat. Tries to throw hands with the man and gives him death stares 24/7.

Gramps sealed his fate the second he openly revealed to the PTs that he's a cop. Akechi is like "I'm a former ally of the Police, I know what you're group does and what your true intentions are probably. Your "cool dad" vibe isn't fooling me one bit. I could care less what happens to most of these idiots BUT IF YOU SO AS GO WITHIN FIVE FEET OF MY JOKER WITH HANDCUFFS OR A GUN, YOUR ASS IS GRASS."

Akiren has to constantly be on watch to make sure his feral lover doesn't successfully snipe Zenkichi while he isn't looking. Because he definitely tries. Akiren just told him he couldn't shoot him with his gun, but he didn't say anything about killing the man with a sniper while hiding in a very convenient tree or hiding in a very out of place suspicious Trash Can or Bush. If it weren't for Akiren's Third Eye being able to see where Akechi is hiding, Gramps would be laying in a pool of blood on the pavement already.

"Why is that brunet man glaring at me?" Zenkichi points at Akechi hiding behind Akiren, but definitely not out of shyness. He's hugging Akiren in practically a death grip and staring at the Cop over Akiren's shoulder. If looks could kill, Zenkichi is certain his exploded headless corpse would be laying on the ground.

Extra: Akiren would try to get Akechi out of his "Detective mode" when trying to look for the next Monarch. By happily dragging him around every hotspot in a new city they travel to. Just because they are on a mission doesn't mean they can't take some time off and enjoy the sights!

"Babe, look at all the food stands! We have to try them all and fill the van full of souvenirs."

"Did you forget we're not soley on Summer break, but traveling because once again your freedom is on the line? We're investigating for more intel on the current Monarch first, then perhaps we can indulge oursel---AMAMIYA, LET ME GO."

Akiren literally grabs Goro by the arm and drags him away from the people he was questioning, and to the food stands. "Romantic sightseeing and shopping spree first, Detective work later."

"We are literally in the middle of an investigate--"

"ROMANTIC SIGHTSEEING. AND SHOPPING SPREE. FIRST. INVESTIGATION. LATER."

[hoarderofliterature]

goro akechi wakes up.

at first, his legs don't move, and he blinks up at the dark alley. he's bent in an odd angle, not so much that he feels particularly bad, but if he stays in this pretzel for much longer, he's going to have some serious cramps on the train home.

home. huh. where is he? his foot twitches, finally, and his spine pops as he unfurls himself from the cold, slimy concrete. his fingers scrabble at the ground as dull pain lances through his chest, biting back a groan as he immediately stops moving to assess the damage.

one gloved hand carefully reaches up to undo his tie. the first button of his collar. the second. dips inside, and meets the frayed, pink edge of a healing bullet wound. ah. interesting.

well. no time to think about that. that's for later, after he goes home and finds out where the bastard is, and whether his heart was changed, figure out what prison he's in, break in-

breathe, goro. not now.

slowly, he props himself against the filthy bricks. he must be behind the diet building, where he's ended up more than once after a hit. it's routine from here: what time is it. does he have any food. does he have any appearances tomorrow. any visible injuries.

he takes stock of himself. apart from the scar on his chest, there are minor scrapes he can hide with makeup, and- oh. he feels over his left eye. a long gash, also probably pink, runs from his forehead to his cheek. well, anyhow. he has concealer, doesn't he? that's four, out of the way.

two takes longer. he rummages around in the trash heap for his briefcase, which he gingerly extracts after a moment, positively as gross as he is. thankfully, there are some leftover granola bars inside. he bites into one and it's strangely... dusty? but no matter. he'll take what he can get.

god. being in the metaverse is exhausting, every time. his whole body is screaming for rest, each movement of his jaw more tiring than the last. he has to get home before he collapses. and if it hasn't been a shitty fucking day already, his phone is dead.

he drags himself to his feet, sways for a moment as the alley narrows to his lungs and colors and light, catches himself on the wall, pants for air. fuck. he should. he should maybe ask someone. about this. that's. that's for later. he grits his teeth, does not bite his tongue when he bends down to pick up his suitcase, and starts to walk.

the world is cold. the world is pain. goro trudges towards the station, step by laborious fucking step. still winter, he guesses by the trees. just past ten, the clock in the square reads. no scheduled appearances until the christmas event. one. and three. one. and three.

four. he catches himself in the shining metal of a lamp post. there's a large, purple bruise on the side of his neck, probably from the angle he woke up in. he tallies it with the rest.

four. his brow furrows. didn't the station... only have three card machines, this morning?

four. four hundred yen, from here to kichijoji. the fare wasn't supposed to change today, was it? he swears he only paid three fifty on the way here.

four. the old man who always rides this route at night is gone.

four. he stares up at his apartment building, every rapid breath a nail to his lungs. a large sign is plastered over the door.

foreclosed. no. no way.

four. he nearly screams in pain as he trips over a stone in the sidewalk, half-crazed in his urge to get to the club. he's still covered in dirt, sweat, and probably his own blood, but he could care fucking less as he limps down the stairs, ankle probably twisted at this point. he can't find it in himself to give a single goddamn.

muhen's not there.

a woman, tending the bar. one of muhen's old flings, then- she'd been in the corner of his eye, on the stage a few times. she turns. the glint of a diamond ring, sitting on her finger, flashes in the low light. goro's stomach lurches.

he asks anyway if he can clean up in the bathroom. she lets him go, watching as he drags himself inside.

four. the face that stares back at him in the (newly mounted, silver fittings) mirror is haunted, sunken. eighteen. should be dead. fucked up, just a little. he's gonna have to hide that scar forever, huh. fuck. fuck. not now. that's for later.

he ducks into the widest stall, scrubs at his hair with his stupid uniform coat, says fuck it and uses it as a rag for his scars and bruises and grime until he tosses it over his shoulder and stumbles back out. he never wants to see it again in his life. but it's still winter.

he orders a drink. whiskey, neat. hopefully it'll help with the pain until he can find somewhere to sleep for-

the fake id slides across the counter. she only glances between it and his face once, before motioning him to a table. he nearly passes out when he sits down. the side of the chair digging into his leg keeps him tethered. four. four.

he downs the whiskey too fast when it arrives. it burns, hot and raw in his throat. his eyes water, ducts stinging from the unknown exertion. he orders another. drinks it slower until it sinks in. asks for the bill.

his hands shake as he feels around for his phone charger, plugs it into the socket outside of jazz jin normally used for the string lights. it takes fifteen minutes until it buzzes to life- the screen a distorted, wobbly red and black miasma that reminds him too much of mementos. he crushes the receipt from the club in his hand.

four. it slices into his thumb, a shallow cut, but it's the only one that makes him yelp. he licks at the wound, smooths the paper out, trying not to get blood on it. something's off about it.

he peers closer, holds his probably broken, shitty phone over the meager letters for light. scanning, all the way down, name of the club, two whiskeys, muhen's name still on the register, good- the date. the year. the year, it can't be-

one.

goro akechi is eighteen. he wakes up, still inexplicably eighteen, in 202X, at nine in the evening. christmas eve. six years after he fought his father's cognition of him, and lost.

four. at twelve in the morning, he collapses on the street, only found by the bouncer when he steps into the alley for a smoke. dragged into a hospital under the name now more dead to him than the unfamiliar world. sleeps heavy and deep, pallid and still, until the harsh light kicks him awake once more to deal with the fallout.

but that's for later.

[cakeboxie]

True That Love in Withdrawal (Was The Weeping of Me)

Goro Akechi at his core is not a patient man. He can muster up patience should he need to for one reason or another, but it’s not as inherent to him as it is to someone such as Ren. In hindsight, he’d been set up. Ren knew exactly what he was doing with his little… Idea.

Hiiiii I spent so long on this lmao, if u want to read it on ao3 here it is!

Pairing: Akechi Goro/Akiren

Tags: Porn With Plot, Anal, Aphrodisiacs, Bets & Wagers, Light Orgasm Delay/Denial, Semi-Public Sex

WC: 3.8k :D

Goro Akechi at his core is not a patient man. He can muster up patience should he need to for one reason or another, but it’s not as inherent to him as it is to someone such as Ren. 

That lack of patience, or maybe a lack of foresight, currently has him hunched over his desk. Aggressively fisting his drooling and painfully hard cock.

In hindsight, he’d been set up.

Ren knew exactly what he was doing with his little… Idea.

“Goro.”

“Yes, Ren?”

Beautiful steel gray eyes he’s found himself adoring more and more, much to his own behest and a sweet, gentle smile. 

“I have an idea, and a prize for you if you’ll hear me out.”

Hook, line, and fucking sinker. Goro had stepped eagerly into the trap Ren laid out for him in the comfortable warmth of Leblanc. Lured in by the mere concept of a prize, because a prize means there’s competition. And Goro was keen on winning against Ren for once in his sad, shitty life.

Even then, when Ren actually explained his idea Goro was given the option to deny it. Given the… unstable nature of their current relationship. With Goro still reeling from his failure to execute the raven haired man that had been standing across from him, and said man ignoring the protests of literally a dozen people to seek him out. He should’ve walked away, or at least said no.

Coherent thought and Ren's existence in his life never went hand in hand, and that wasn’t about to change now.

He gasped and bit back a frankly pathetic whimper, technically he’d already lost. But Ren wouldn’t know that, he could chase his own satisfaction here and still get his prize.

“I’m going to put an aphrodisiac in your coffee and if you can last until you get off work I will do literally whatever you want.”

“I beg your pardon?”

They had barely been within 6 feet of each other since the incident. Goro had a hell of a time getting Ren's gray matter out of his uniform, and is still fighting to rid himself of the mental image of his lover’s rival's dead eyes looking up at him as his blood pooled around him on the cold metal table. Which made touching the object of his terror difficult, especially since a not insignificant part of him was convinced he was hallucinating and touching Ren would make him dissipate like it did every other hallucination of his.

“When you say anything, do you mean it?”

“Yes.”

“Then I accept your little challenge.”

The casual way Ren stated the idea should’ve been his first warning, and the sheer mirth that painted Ren's expression when he agreed should’ve been his second.

He leaned back and sighed, this clearly wasn’t going anywhere useful and his dick is starting to hurt in a much more unpleasant way than the dull ache of being unbearably horny.

He didn’t have a plan for what he was going to get Ren to do.

…

He’s spectacular at lying to people, years of being the detective prince taught him well. Lying to himself was a much more daunting task, and one that he rarely succeeded in.

He has plenty of things he had planned on asking Ren to do when he won. Ranging from licking his shoes and apologizing like the pathetic attic trash he is, all the way to pushing him against the bar in Leblanc and-

He hissed indignantly and forced himself to sit on his hands. He was not about to actually lose to Ren, nor acknowledge that for the first time this afternoon he’d been getting off properly. All because in his mind's eye the hands on him were Rens and not his own.

Loki cackled, the low scratchy noise filling his ears as the god taunted him. Mocking him with how 30 full minutes of jerking off did nothing but frustrate him, but mere seconds after he imagined Ren touching him he was teetering on the edge.

He could, theoretically, text Ren.

Was it still a loss if Ren- Yes.

God he hated himself, but he desperately needed to get some work done and in his current state that wasn’t an option. Explaining himself was also off the table based on how his voice evaded him whenever he tried to speak.

So, in a jarringly out of character moment of weakness, he closed his eyes and thought of Ren.

He came almost immediately, catching the majority in a napkin before tossing it into the little black trash can under his desk. Considering the bin for a moment before burying the object of his embarrassment a bit further into the paper, more so he doesn’t have to see it and be reminded of all of this than someone questioning why there was a particularly sticky napkin in his trash.

He realized a moment later that he is still extraordinarily hard, and that getting off didn’t help with his current situation. It arguably made it worse if he was honest with himself.

His attention snaps to his phone, the quiet buzz taunting him with possibilities. It could be Sae asking him about work, it could be Shido with a new list of names.

It could be Ren.

He hoped in no small part that it was the latter of the three, because then at least he has an excuse to talk to the man.

Ren: u doing ok?

Thank god. 

Goro: I’m doing perfectly fine, I’ve actually been able to get quite a bit of work done. Goro: I do hope you don’t value your dignity, I plan on taking full advantage of my prize.

The thought of taking Ren's dignity stirs a new warmth inside of him, the idea of taking the great and powerful leader of the Phantom Thieves down a notch or 10 stirring up a much more feral desire for the beautiful man.

Ren: Oh? Well I’m looking forward to whatever you have planned ;)

Cocky bastard, he much more eagerly palms at his arousal this time. Goro will enjoy wiping that stupid, smug, unbelievably hot smirk off his face-

The knock at his door sends him reeling and the weight of what he’s doing crashes down onto him as he hurriedly stuffs his dick back into his pants before shakily saying

“Yes? What do you need?” His voice wavers and he prays he doesn’t look as disheveled as he feels. Sae steps into his office wearing a frustrated expression that morphs quickly into concern at his state.

“I came to discuss another mental shutdown case, are you alright? No one has heard from you today and you’re flushed.”

Shit- fuck- oh dear god-

“Ah my apologies Sae-san, I’ve got a bit of a cold. I didn’t expect it to affect me this much.”

He takes on his princely persona with practiced ease, feigning his apology all too well.

“If that’s the case please go home and rest, I can take over for you today.”

It takes him every ounce of willpower not to cheer. 

“I appreciate it Sae-san, next time we get sushi let me cover it as thanks alright?”

She nods and removes herself from his office, and he’s never left the station faster in his life. The train ride to Yongen-Jaya feels endless and a small part of him prays that Ren is there and not busy, after all it is 3pm on a Sunday.

Doubt settles in his mind, what if he was busy? Goro wasn’t sure if he could physically handle not immediately leaping into the arms of the man already, the thought of Ren's body pressed against his own being a feeling he misses far more than he’d ever admit. But having got the blessing of Sae letting him leave early only to be forced to wait anyway? 

The thought doesn’t get the opportunity to linger as he steps off the train, only to come face to face with the man who’d been invading his mind all afternoon.

“Good timing, I was going to come see you.”

Goro ignores the way his heart leaps.

“Oh? What for?”

He does his best to keep his princely mask up, but it’s always harder when it’s Ren, and with the memories of his fantasies still all too fresh in his mind it’s difficult to look the man in the eye.

“I wanted to see how you were doing, you clearly were lying when you texted me.”

“Ah… I suppose you’ve caught me.”

The proud little smirk on Ren's face doesn’t go unnoticed, and Goro raised an eyebrow.

“Oh I didn’t actually know if you’d been lying, I had a hunch you had because it’s you , but thank you for confirming it.”

Goro doesn’t really have time to reply before Ren takes his hand and drags him away. The single point of contact somehow sets his entire body on fire as Ren pulls him along. Had he been able to pay attention he would’ve recognized the path to Leblanc, but his entire focus was pinned on the firm grip Ren held on him, the warmth of his flesh managing to seep through his gloves. What he wouldn’t give to feel those hand on-

The soft jingle of the bells on the door of cafe Leblanc ripped him from his thoughts, with Sojiro nowhere to be found.

It would settle into his head much later that Ren had planned this too, but for now all he could feel was the soft lips on his and the fire under his skin as he pulled Ren closer, long past the point of no return. Something deep inside him wanted to run, to abandon this entire day and curl up in bed with featherman reruns until he could haul himself back onto his feet and into work.

That idea was thoroughly squashed when Ren pushed him against the door, the entrance bells jingling lightly as they collided again. Goro let himself grind against Ren, melting into the low growl it ripped from his chest. There’s little he wouldn’t do in this moment to get more out of Ren, more noises, more touch, anything Ren could give him he’d take with open arms.

He doesn’t need to wait long. 

Ren breaks the kiss and Goro finds himself chasing his lips, craving the touch, but all Ren does is smirk and grab his tie. Dragging him up the stairs into the attic as he spoke.

“I heard from a little birdie that you lost and didn’t plan on telling me. I knew you feel the need to win every game you play but I didn’t expect the noble detective prince to stoop to cheating.”

His title hits him like a slap in the face and he valiantly fights the urge to fall for the bait, the suddenness of the words shocking him into a moment of clarity. Ren wanted him to react, it’s the only time he called him that.

Goro is on a losing streak today.

“A little bird? So you had Sakura-chan do your dirty work for you, how pathetic.” The words fly out of his mouth with a harsh sneer and the glee that paints Ren's face makes Goro a special kind of nervous. He steels his crimson gaze and prays to any deity that will listen that he didn’t just obliterate his chance to get closer to the Phantom Thieves infamous leader.

“I may have, but you’re the one who gave her something to find.” 

He’s not sure when he landed on Ren's bed, nor when the lithe man made himself comfortable between his thighs, but he was aware of it now. With Ren kissing him harshly, aggressive and open mouthed kisses that made their teeth click together. While large deft hands worked his uniform off, confident like he’d done it a million times over.

The pang of jealousy at the idea of Ren sleeping with anyone but him is added to the ever growing pile of feelings he’s ignoring. Choosing instead to run his fingers through curly black locks and pulling . The motion forced a low groan out of Ren and a harsh bite on his bottom lip as he finally got Goro’s pants off.

Had his mind been clearer he probably would’ve made some snide comment about Ren's staring. Or at least had the shame to close his legs, but he didn’t. Goro basked eagerly in the undivided attention of the mastermind currently unbuttoning his jacket and kissing him stupid.

Once his jacket was off Ren's attention shifted from his lips to his chest, humming as he bit a series of marks into the supple skin of his chest. One hand firmly on Goro’s hip and the other sliding lazily up and down his side. 

God, he was needy. His nude body splayed out on Ren's futon, eager for whatever he had planned.

What he didn’t expect was for Ren to shift, pulling Goro’s hips to the edge of his makeshift bed and settling to his knees on the floor between Goro’s thighs. For a brief, horrifying moment, Ren dropped all physical contact with Goro. The brunettes mind reeling with what that meant for him in his current position, unsure of where his clothes are and agonizingly horny.

Ren's tongue pressed firmly against his hole made him jolt, but unpleasantly cold hands on his thighs held him down and prevented his sharp movement from interrupting Ren's eager licking. It was strange, but not unpleasant, and Goro found his  body arching into every lap of his tongue. At some point the raven haired man’s fingers replaced his tongue and Ren moved back up to face him, peppering soft kisses on skin as he made his way back to Goro’s lips. 

It was no surprise to him that Ren was amazing with his hands. He’d never admit it, but during their heist in Sae’s palace he had spent a not insignificant amount of time watching the man play with his dagger, twirling the blade effortlessly between hands clad in fiery red gloves. Even more time spent alone in his apartment with his hand shoved between his thighs, desperate for Ren's hands to replace his own.

Having them was everything he had hoped it to be, lithe strong hands more befitting a musician than a thief. Pushing and stretching in all the best ways, little gold stars dancing in Goro’s vision as Ren moved his hands, carefully working him open and preparing him for something more.

Goro reveled in the feeling of Ren's skin against his own. Wrapping his arms around his shoulders and pulling Ren down to be flush against him, whining as he pushed his hips up, eager to finally be fucked in the way he’d been craving since before he’d entered the cafe this morning.

The realization that he’d been desperate for Ren even before the aphrodisiac rattled in his brain as Ren pulled away, removing his fingers from Goro and retrieving a bottle of lube left on the floor that Goro had been too lost in the feeling of Ren's hands to notice. 

Goro’s body accepted Ren like that’s what it was made to do. While the awkward angle of his hips would make him sore eventually, for now he didn’t care. Clinging to Ren as he bottomed out, hips pressed flush against his own Goro just about sobbed. He had been waiting for this consciously since 8 this morning, and subconsciously for as long as he’d known Ren. It was everything he had hoped it to be, Ren was so warm against him and in him, the raven haired man despite not being physically larger swallowed him whole and at the moment he was living for it.

Ren’s voice, gently asking if he was okay and saying something about how he’d gone quiet lulled him out of his thoughts, Goro nodded eagerly and pulled Ren close again, gasping at how the movement shifted them and somehow pushed Ren even deeper into him. Goro was barely able to whine out a confirmation, his voice thoroughly lost to him. The feeble noise drawing a low chuckle out of Ren as he began to rock his hips gently against Goro’s, the movement was overwhelmingly good yet still somehow not enough. The last shreds of his pride forcing Goro’s mouth shut, not allowing him to start begging immediately. Sure he’s been practically drooling over the idea of Ren’s dick being anywhere near him for the past 7 or so hours, but Ren didn’t need to know that.

His unconscious whining told Ren of his desperation though, and with a saccharine smile Ren picked up his pace, savoring each honeyed moan and whine that bubbled out of Goro’s chest. His dull nails left behind faint red stripes in the skin of Ren's shoulders as Goro fell further into it all, sweet noises morphing into desperate pleas for more as Ren pulled him apart at the seams. Said raven haired man making a point of keeping his own voice down so he could fully enjoy Goro’s sounds and the sharp slap of his thighs on the other mans as it echoed through the attic.

Goro’s mind swam, maybe it was whatever that shit Ren put in his coffee, maybe it was his own desperation. But between Ren’s harsh thrusts and the heady groans that kept falling from his lips it was hard not to wail and cling to Ren. He really didn’t want to seem like some kind of slut but god he was living for Ren’s attention and everything in his body screamed for more. He so badly wanted Ren to be more aggressive, the restraint was obvious in his gentle but quick movements paired with a bruisingly tight grip on his hips.

Before he was fully conscious of the thought the words fell from Goro’s lips, his voice low and harsh. Hoarse from moaning he hadn’t realized he’d been doing.

“For the love of god if you don’t fuck me harder I’m going to push you off me and do it myself.”

The silence was palpable as Ren stopped dead, the heaving of his chest being the only remaining motion.

Shit.

Before he could open his mouth to apologize Ren shifted, looking up at him through sweat slicked bangs, his expression completely flat as he searched Goro’s eyes. The always stunning crimson eyes peering back at him through sticky strands of ashy brown hair clouded with lust and somewhere, deep inside them, something much sweeter.

After a moment of silence Ren smiled, though it was more characteristically akin to Joker’s smirk, the pointed smile given only to formidable opponents he was about to destroy with terrifying ease. The idea of Ren destroying him made Goro’s face warm in a strange sort of way that he wasn’t entirely sure could be attributed to the fact that Ren was in fact still balls deep in him and grinning like a madman.

“Are you absolutely sure that's what you want?”

Goro didn’t say anything, he just nodded and ran his fingers through Ren's hair, pulling him closer and hoping to himself that it would be enough confirmation that Ren would finally start moving again. As much as he loved the feeling of cockwarming Ren he was beyond desperate and had finally let go of his last bits of his pride.

Based on how Ren sunk his teeth into the soft skin of his shoulder, the answer is yes, that was in fact confirmation enough, adjusting his grip on Goro’s hips before sliding back. Leaving him with only the flushed head of his cock pressed inside him, before snapping his hips forward. Ripping a strangled gasp from Goro as Ren set a pace harsh enough to bruise. Goro’s gasps morphed quickly into broken wailing as he eagerly accepted Ren’s violent thrusts, the haze filling his mind dissipating only to be replaced with a visceral need for more.

So, he begged. Barely lucid and sobbing into Ren’s shoulder he screeched out another plea for more, Ren only replying by biting down harder as he railed Goro into the futon. Goro came almost embarrassingly quickly after that, biting his hand in an attempt to stifle the sharp cry of the raven haired man’s name as he painted his chest and belly with streaks of white, though Ren didn’t slow down at all. Fucking Goro into oversensitivity quickly as his screaming evolved into incoherent babbling as Ren used him mercilessly.

The time from then until when Ren emptied himself into Goro was a blur to Goro, with him being thoroughly overstimulated and beyond exhausted he barely registered that Ren was still going until he felt Ren let go of his shoulder and instead dug his teeth into the soft skin of Goro’s neck as his hips stuttered. 

–

The sheer terror of waking up to the smell of curry was not exactly something he had anticipated. His apartment rarely smelt of anything other than cleaning products, so the pleasantly savory smell of sauteed vegetables and spices was jarring to begin with. But upon shooting out of bed only to find himself in leblanc the horror was multiplied tenfold, with his clothes nor his phone anywhere to be found he couldn’t reasonably leave the futon he was sat on, on the off chance the sun was down because it was the evening and leblanc was still open enough to keep him sat on the edge of the futon, wrapped tightly in Ren’s single dusty blanket.

A few minutes of unpleasant silence later Ren made his way up the stairs, a generous plate of curry in one hand, and Goro’s uniform folded neatly in his other.

“You passed out right after you came so I made you some food… Oh and your uniform was covered in dust so I tossed it in the wash.”

Ren smiled sweetly, the act made Goro want to die. Not only did he lose, he now had Ren doting on him like an eager wife and he was enjoying it a lot.

“I suppose that’s the least you could do for me after being so aggressive with me that I literally passed out.” Goro replied with his usual sneer, though it was clear that it was half-assed. Carefully accepting both the plate of food, and his clothing, Ren loomed for a moment after handing him his things. 

“Do you-” Ren cut him off by placing a chaste kiss on Goro’s forehead, before turning on a dime, and in an uncharacteristic moment of cowardice, literally sprinting down the stairs, audibly tripping as he reached the bottom.

If he had any say in the matter Goro would never be seen in Leblanc ever again.

Alas, coherent thought and Ren's existence in his life never went hand in hand.

[orcelito]

ok im looking back at the WIP for libero a due chapter 3 and. god. i still fucking love this SO much.

posting a scene excerpt of it here (under the cut) bc im really proud of this actually. and i want people to see it.

Check Out my violinist akechi band au excerpt, HERE:

Only after the water was off and Goro was grabbing a paper towel did Kurusu speak. "Akechi, what happened back there?" 

Goro took his time blotting at his mouth so he could think. He didn't know how much he should say, nor how much Kurusu would be willing to hear. He still wasn't certain he wouldn't just break down crying if he thought about it too much. 

… But Kurusu was here. As promised, he came to his concert. After all of his help this week, maybe he deserved a bit of an explanation. 

With a sigh, Goro wadded up the paper towel and threw it into the trash can. "That was a producer and his executives. They want to recruit me." 

Kurusu's voice was confused as he replied, "That's… good, isn't it? I thought that was what you wanted."

What he wanted, huh? 

Goro shook his head, still not looking up at him. "What I want doesn't matter here. It's what needs to happen, but I…" He thought back to the way the marketing officer looked at him and bared his teeth in a grimace. "Everything about this is fucking awful." 

"… 'What needs to happen'? What do you mean?"

Goro huffed a bitter laugh. "Exactly what I said. I need to sign onto someone before I graduate. I don't have any other options." 

There was a pause, and then Kurusu let out a soft sigh. "Can you explain it in a way that makes sense? Why are you talking like you don't have a choice here?" 

Goro thinned his lips, clenching his hands in and out of fists as he thought. "It's… It's just my circumstances. I don't have a choice." 

Kurusu took a step closer, though he didn't try to touch him again. "Please, Akechi. Tell me what's going on." 

Tentatively, Goro looked up at him… and found him staring back in that painfully caring way he always did. 

Goro fucking hated him. 

Clenching his fingernails into his palms, Goro answered, "I'm under contract. I mentioned that I have a sponsor. This is the stipulation. I have to sign onto a producer by the time I graduate, or else I am going to have to pay all his monetary assistance back in full." 

Kurusu blinked in surprise. "You… what? Why would he…?" 

Goro snarled, "Because he's an opportunistic piece of shit that knew I didn't have any other choice." He began clenching and unclenching his fists again. "It was this or starving, and he knew that. I figured it'd be worth it, figured it wouldn't be this hard to get into the industry, but it's fucking difficult." He let out a bitter laugh. "And he doesn't care. I bet he wouldn't care even if I had to suck dick to make it happen."

"You- wait, what?" 

Goro began angrily pacing back and forth across the small space. He continued clenching and unclenching his fists. "That's the standard, of course. You don't make it far in show business unless you're well-connected, extremely talented, or great at sucking dick. I'm a dirty fucking orphan, so of course I'm not well-connected. I've refused to let any of them touch me, so sex isn't an option. This just leaves talent, which isn't nearly as important as you'd expect it to be." He breathed another bitter laugh. "I've leaned hard into talent, practicing until my fingers have nearly fallen off, but even then, it's not enough. It always comes back to my stupid- fucking- looks-" 

In anger, he kicked the wall- then again, this time even harder- 

"Akechi," Kurusu called. "Slow down. Please."

Goro's breaths were coming in labored little huffs. His palms stung from how deep his fingernails dug, and his foot ached… kind of a lot, actually. 

Fuck. What a display he was making to the man he was falling in love with. 

Goro made a frustrated noise at the back of his throat. "I'm just- for all the fucking work I put into this, thousands upon thousands of hours, they're still only considering me because of my looks. They don't care about how skilled I am. They just want a pretty face they can sell." He laughed, loud and bitter. "I bet they're hoping they can wear me down, in time. Because in the end, all anyone ever fucking wants is to use me." 

To his bitter dismay, his eyes were starting to burn. It caused one more flare of anger, spurring him to kick the wall as hard as he could- 

Fuck. Involuntarily, he let out a wounded noise at how much it hurt-

"Akechi." A hand wrapped around Goro's bicep, pulling him from the wall. "Please. Stop hurting yourself." 

Surprisingly, the touch didn't make him want to tear off his own skin this time. Instead, he kind of just wanted to cry. 

Fuck it. Deciding he was too upset to care, Goro turned with the movement to crumple against Kurusu's chest. He fought against his tears even as he rested his forehead to Kurusu's shoulder. In a harsh whisper, he told him, "I'm just so fucking tired of this, Kurusu." 

Kurusu froze. Then ever so slowly, he released Goro's bicep, only to wrap his arms around Goro's shoulders in a hug. 

Ah. That was the final straw. 

In horrid, choked sobs, Goro began to cry. All of his anger and despair washed over him, leaving him wondering for the millionth time how the world could be so cruel. 

Kurusu let out a slow breath, then tightened his hold around Goro's shoulders to squeeze him in a firm, steady hug. 

It was comforting in a way Goro hadn't experienced in a long, long time.

[icarianiscariot]

CHARACTER ASK GORO AKECHI HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THE PERSONA 5 TRASH MAN

character: hate them | don’t really care | like them | LOVE them | THEY ARE MY PRECIOUS

ship with: Akiren (genuine), Yusuke (hilarious), Ann (platonic brOTP)

general opinions: THE LOVE OF MY LIFE???? MY DEAREST DARLING GREMLIN BOY????? MY QUEEN BITCH????????? Akechi is my absolute favorite from p5(r). He deserves the world. I would look the other way if he murdered someone in front of me. In fact I'd help him hide the body. He's also one of my comfiest cosplays!!

[narrators-journal]

Goro and Arsene or Raoul with breeding and dacryphilia please ☺

Oh boy, this was a fun one lol. I tried my best to get some dacryphilia in there, but I ended up going kinda light on it so it didn't seem tooooo sketchy. Don't want ALL of my scenarios to be dubcon/noncon lol. And remember! Akira is bumped up to 18 here, no weirdness is had! Thanks for the ask regardless tho!

Kinktober prompt list: Here

Kinktober masterlist: Here

CW: Teratophilia, breeding kink, a little bit of crying, dunno if it counts as full on Dacryphilia, but I’m counting it as very gently that. Rough sex, heats,

"Why the hell do I have to help with this?! Deal with it yourself!" Akechi snapped, snarling at the ebony-haired man clinging to his shirt. On his knees, his face flush with a crimson wash. "Please...Just help me with this, okay?! I'll owe you one! But you're the more experienced persona user here, and I'm too embarrassed to go to the other thieves!" Akira plead, his charcoal-colored eyes pleading. Pathetic.

So, with a growl, Akechi yanked his shirt out of the thief’s hold, letting him fall on his face outside of Mementos. “Fine. I will try. But I make no promises of a diagnosis!” he snapped, ignoring the chanted ‘thank you’s as he took Akira’s hand and felt the alien zip of power course from his fingertips, up his arm, and into his head. Bringing with it, a dizzying punch of feral need for something, and the charming energy of a cocky criminal. Something uniquely Akira.

Of course, the brunette said nothing of it. Leaving the other wildcard on the pavement as he just continued on his way into the depths of Mementos for his training. His rival nothing more than an annoying shadow, after all.

At least, until he registered just how alien Arsene was.

Not just in the sense that he wasn’t his intended persona, Akechi had gone through that sort of growing phase when he had first gotten Loki and Robinhood. This sense of ‘off’ was less of an uncomfortable weight in his head, and more of an odd urge.

Not an urge that he could place, regardless of his attempts to introspect and pick out what might cause such a gut-twisting sens of longing brought nothing to mind as he walked past terrified shadows and further into the dream-like layers of twisting subway halls and abandoned, twisted tracks. Instead, it was simply a nebulus craving, that slowly, but surely, grew into a headache.

Yet, instead of turning back or anything, he pressed on. Pushing the throb of pain in his head aside, Akechi continued further down. Clenching his jaw and powering through the ache the same way he always tended to do.

However, that method only lasted a few precious minutes before the pain jumped from an annoying, but manageable pulse of pain, to a brutal stabbing that crept down his spine into the rest of his body. “Shit!” Was the best he could manage, putting a hand down to make sure he didn’t crumple entirely to the dark, trash-littered floor like a wet towel. Gritting his teeth, the persona user squeazed his eyes shut and tried to will the pain and weird fuzziness out of his head, but all he managed to do was worsen it to the point that his entire body felt like it was being torn to shreds.

So, as a last resort, Akechi manifested Arsene. Finally letting the demonic thief out into the dingey darkness of Mementos.

And, as soon as he was free, Arsene was instantly as different as his presence in the detective’s head. His mask of a face contorted into an almost pained expression, his breaths quick, and his wings dropping oil-colored feathers like rain drops from a monsoon. “Jesus…” Akechi muttered, watching the demonic being’s wings flutter like a bird’s in a bath, casting off more feathers from, assumedly, stress.

However, before the persona user could try to ask the demon anything, he was yanked into his arms. Trapped in an embrace against the monster’s chest, where he could hear how his heart raced. Is he having some sort of panic attack? He mused, putting his palms to the crimson coat of the monster to push off of him as best he could. Yet, all that got him, was that mask burying itself in the crook of his neck.

Arsene, with no apparent care for Akechi’s wanting to be let go, huffed in his generic, expensive cologne. Akechi couldn’t even recall what he smelled like, but whatever cedar-y, musk-y, pine-y scent the monster smelled, he huffed it like a line of cocaine. “Arsene!” Akechi snapped, smacking against his chest and shoving at him again. Taking the monster by surprise, and getting free of his hold with little else but a tint of pink to his own cheeks. “The fuck are you on?! Quit grabbing at me!” He ordered, glaring at the monster who seemed to almost lag. His crimson eyes staring down at the floor as the loss of a warm body registered in the thoughtless haze that Akechi felt with the demon.

I guess this explains Akira’s weird behavior. The detective mused, keeping his eyes on the persona as he stepped away from him. Those weird, feral eyes locking onto him once more as a result, and, while the man couldn’t read the persona’s face like he could a human’s, he still got the heavy sense that the thief was watching him like a hungry lion. Studying each of his movements, ready to pounce at the first opening available. Which, Loki, in his never-ending wisdom, was more than happy to identify. “He’s in heat.” His words reverberated through Akechi’s head like an abrupt bell being rung. The surprise nearly knocking the detective onto the grubby cement floor of the oddly lit subway. “How the hell is a persona in heat?! How is that possible?!” He hissed aloud, managing to stay on his feet despite the bombshell as Arsene took a step closer to him. “pretty easily, actually. Personas are extensions of humans, so if you’re capable of lust and sexual needs, so are we.” Loki explained the edge of amusement in his words making the detective grit his teeth. “How do I deal with it then?” He asked, keeping his eyes on the demon in front of him while he spoke to the demon in his head. “Could always help him~” Was Loki’s only suggestion, Robinhood staying out of the conversation entirely. Annoyingly.

Though, whether his second persona had thrown his two cents into the ring or not, Akechi was undeniably between a rock and a hard place. Does he run? He could, Arsene was only a little over Akira’s height in heels, and his wings had lost a few patches of feathers, so he likely couldn’t fly too well. But, that would do nothing to cure the vague, nagging need that infected him from the persona under his control. To get rid of that, Akechi would have to...help. ”This is humiliating…” The brunette growled, the thorn of embarrassment in his chest not soothed when his persona giggled at his misery. Yet, like all of his other moments of discomfort, the detective swallowed it down like a gulp of bitter medicine and pushed himself onward. “Arsene, come here.” He hummed, holding his hands out to the persona and adjusting his tone as he spoke to sound sweeter and far less venomous than his humiliation might have given his words. Instead, relying on honey to draw in the flies.

Particularly, the fly that now stood staring at him while his words sunk into the bubbling soup of hormonal chaos before the persona came over and put his arms on Akechi’s shoulders happily. Almost instantly nuzzling into Akechi’s neck to take in more of whatever smell he was addicted to. Though, this time, the detective didn’t disuade him, but let the monster start to nibble gently at the delicate skin with his jagged fangs.

While he did, the brunette went ahead and kicked his pants off to the questionably clean subway floor before letting the monster push him into the wall. Trapping him against Arsene’s torso and the course concrete of the wall so the demon could run his clawed hands over the detective’s muscular body without a care of the dark-striped shirt of his costume.

And, despite the burn of embarrassment continuing to flicker, Akechi could also feel the rush of excitement the brush of dangerously sharp claws over his pale, scarred skin as the demon groped around his hips and chest like a greedy dog snapping up any scraps he could find. Which, only added to the electrical charge of need in his muscles.

After all, who could deny the high they got from being so desired? Being manhandled in a needy rush for as much skin-on-skin contact as could be had, being groped and nipped, and lapped at by a partner who wants nothing but you. Akechi couldn’t seem to, at least.

Despite the embarrassment of being used for a heat, the way Arsene pressed his body to his, humping against him with a manifested boner that already dripped with milky pre-cum sent pulses of warmth through Akechi’s belly. So, when the monster snaked his clawed hands under Akechi’s bare ass to hoist him further up on the grimy subway wall, he only braced himself on the persona’s shoulders. Wrapping his legs around Arsene’s hips so he could grind himself into Akechi’s own erection.

With each mindless movement, Akechi’s body heat seemed to increase, until he was panting and clawing the demon’s shoulders under the attack of the persona’s nipping, scratching, and humping.

Yelping in a shock of pain when the monster’s grinding abruptly found its target. Flooding Akechi with the pleasure of being filled and painfully stretched by the winged persona’s cock. Only for the pleasure to be swiftly brushed aside for the new flood of pleasure brought on by the friction each brutal, feral thrust gave. Drawing out moans and curses from the brunette with increasing ease.

Not that the brunette didn’t try to regain some control of his own hormones, the detective clawed into Arsene more in some attempt to ground himself than the gentle brush of Arsene’s dark wings could provide. Trying to bite back moans and tears, and drag himself out of the fire storm of need and desire that fed off of the animalistic haze infecting Akira’s intended persona and each zip of lightning the scratch of concrete against his back mixed with jolting thrusts into the sensitive spot within Akechi to.worsen the burn under his skin and increase the lewd noises that snuck out threw his guard.

So, all he could really do was moan, curse, and try not to bash his head into the unforgiving concrete of the wall or tear up with each forceful ripple of heat and bliss. Building into an all-encompassing tsunami that had the detective’s blood boiling and his vision bursting with white.

Not that his orgasm stopped the demon, Arsene pushed on regardless of akechi’s hold on him going lax, or the occasional whine or tears that slipped out of the tiring brunette after he’d melted into the persona’s hold like hot butter. Helplessly stuck between his harsh thrusts and an unmoving wall, with only the tickle of his wings on his legs and the feral grunts and growls to contrast the slowly building sting of exhaustion.

Thankfully, though, he did receive a bit of mercy when the nicely dressed thief finally orgasmed. His wings flaring out as he cursed in his rarely-used voice and filled the detective with an overwhelming flood of warmth that almost made him wince. But, on the bright side, the clarity that came with sexual release seemed to subside the pressing ache of need in Akechi’s mind, meaning that whatever ‘heat’ the persona had been in had at least ebbed for now. Confirmed when the monster’s touches turned softer, and less hurried in his tender caresses, wiping of Akechi’s tears, and apologetic affections.

Though, whether that relief would stay, was an issue for a more conscious, less ache-y Goro Akechi.

[heavenslapse]

@heartsaligned -- akechi sees akira on tv

The news cut and across the television appeared the TAKE YOUR HEART logo of the Phantom Thieves. As if they hadn't been stigmatized enough. Goro looked up, his attention no longer on the documents in front of him. But it was only when Joker made his appearance did the pen in his hand fall to the floor. He'd stopped breathing. Shell shocked, he didn't move nor tear his gaze off the TV even after the display ended.

Where did he even begin with this?

Goro knew what this would mean for Akira, and, knowing that much, he knew the Phantom Thief leader also knew the risks of his reckless act; placing himself in obvious danger. The police would undoubtedly look into this. This meant that the METAVERSE had returned. Akira had multiple enemies, not just those in power gunning for him now. Of course it wouldn't have ended with Doctor Maruki and his insufferable reality. And what of the mad doctor? To Goro's knowledge he'd gone into hiding after his failure. He trusted Akira, but he could never believe a man with a heart so corrupt would change. Shido's heart changing may have come as a surprise, but Maruki was a different sort of beast. He wouldn't complain if Maruki had just ended it all. It was so rare when the trash took itself out.

Shion's small bark finally drew him out of his stewing thoughts. She pressed her front paws onto his leg, leaning up to push her way into his face. He'd always had a fondness for dogs, such intelligent animals. He'd never had the fortune of owning one himself. With everything his life had been, it would have been cruel leaving a dog alone after his passing. So much of himself had been geared around the pleasant prince image, too. A dog would have been caught up in the media attention and falsehood of his dual life. It wouldn't have been fair. But after awaking from his coma and the time he'd spent at the rehabilitation center, why shouldn't he adopt a dog of his own? A start at his new life. He hadn't wanted the second chance; he hadn't even wanted the FIRST. There were times he still struggled with accepting that. But he'd taken a step forward.

She bent down and retrieved his fallen pen from the floor, holding it out to him as she brought her head back up. Goro softened, taking the pen from her mouth and rubbing her gently over her soft head and ears. Odd how she had such a calming effect on him.

❝Seriously, he really IS an idiot.❞ And yet, Goro could see his cellphone lying on the table in the mess of files and documents scattered across its surface. He wanted to go to Leblanc and yell at Akira. He wanted to tear him apart and tell him what a dumbass he was being. But even with all the unanswered texts and voice messages, he'd never gained the courage to let Akira know he was alive. Wasn't it BETTER that way? Move on and just forget about him. Everyone else had.

Goro grabbed his phone from the table and turned it on, scrolling through his contacts. He'd reached a point where he'd muted Akira's messages so he wouldn't have to read them should any more make their way through. But if he called now, there'd be no going back. He couldn't seal that door again.

He pressed the call button.

[fucked-up-character-tournament]

Here is the list of ships so far.

1. Elisabeth and Der Tod, Elisabeth das Musical

2. Rudolf and Der Tod, Elisabeth das Musical

3. Veronica Sawyer and J.D, Heathers

4. Akechi Goro × Persona 5 protagonist, Persona 5

5. Hondomachi and Fukuda, ID Invaded

6. Harley Quinn and the Joker, Batman

7. Christine and Erik, Phantom of the Opera

8. Lisa Reisert and Jackson Rippner, Red Eye

9. Valeta and Reinhart, I Failed to Oust the Villain

10. Light Yagami and Misa Amane, Death Note

11. Sumire and Hakubo, Toilet Bound Hanako Kun

12. Mika Harima and Seiji Yagiri, Durarara!!

13. Emma Wilson and Yohan Lee, My Deepest Secret

14. Sarah and Jareth, Labyrinth

15. Addie LaRue and Luc, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

16. Ja Yoon and The Nobleman, The Witch, Part One: Subversion

17. Makima and Denji, Chainsaw Man

18. Kyoko and Katsuya, Fruits Basket

19. Mrs. De Winter and Maxim, Rebecca

20.Mutsuki Tooru and Urie Kuku, Tokyo Ghoul

21. Victor and Elizabeth, The Dark Descent of Elizabeth Frankenstein

22. Constanta, Magdalena, and Alexei and Dracula, A Dowry of Blood

23. Ha-im and Geunhu, Never Ending Darling

24. Frank Cotton & Julia Cotton - Hellraiser (1987)

25. Valtor and Bloom, Winx Club.

26. Yuki Cross & Kaname Kuran, Vampire Knight

27. Gabriel Agreste & Nathalie Sancoeur, Miraculous Ladybug

28. Johann and Sasha, The Double Agent

29. Woobin and Suji, Trash Belongs in the Trash Can!

30. Sian and Yul, Secret Alliance

31. Charlize and Dylan, The Taming of the Tyrant

32. Lin and Dosung, 340 Days

[eternalmomentss]

Hi Pauli! I'm not 100% sure what Persona 5 is about, but what about Goro Akechi for today's ask game?

Yooo thank you so much, Kai (you said 1, 2 and 10 so that's what it'll be ^^)

Always down to talk about my problematic bird prince.

1. First impression

You know, my first thought was literally just 'huh he seems like a nice guy...' which i guess is what is kind of intented lmao. I liked that he seemed a bit more mature than the other teen characters? I remember thinking it was a nice change of pace...With time I realized he was also kind of a little...bitch lmao but that really just made it better. I always loved him as a character is what i'm saying lol

2. When did I really start liking / loving them

As I said I've always loved him...i was always super excited whenever he would show up or talk or whatever...but i think the moment he joined the team / his 7th and 8th confidant rank opened up, I realized that he is simply exceptionally well written, SO much fun and SUCH a good character like...holy shit. Everything after that just supported that thought...man he is so good

10. Describe character in one sentence

Trash of society (affectionate)

Thank you agaaaaain that was fun ^^

[gamequoteshowdown]

Quote 1: "Teammates!? Friends!? To hell with that! Why am I inferior to you!? I was extremely particular about my life, my grades, my public image! So someone would want me around! I am an ace detective! A celebrity! But you… You're just some criminal trash living in an attic!? So how!? How does someone like you have things I don't!? How can such a worthless piece of trash be more special than me!?" - Goro Akechi, Persona 5

Quote 2: "I was just gunna ask you to sell a gun to this child." - Starlo, Undertale Yellow

Propaganda (Possible Spoilers):

Quote 1: THE VOICE ACTING! MY GOD THE VOICE ACTING! Ok im gonna try and keep this short but this is by far my favourite Akechi moment in the whole game. Akechi is one of my favourite characters in all of Persona but I HATED him before this, like full out despied him. But this whole monologue changed my mind. He is so broken and just wants to have a normal life but that has all been robbed from him because of Shido. He has nothing. He is nothing. He is holding on to those last strands of his previous life because it was all fake so how could it be wrong? How could something he put so much work into being perfect not be right? Ok I gotta stop but PLEASE listen to the clip (link). - Mod Chaos, losing their mind over a video game

Quote 2: This line is so fucking funny. he straight-up said he was gonna give a gun to a child. however the child (Clover) already has a gun. Starlo you silly man - Submitter

[chorusmusarum]

Secret/Test/Request Only Muse List

For one reason or another, these guys aren't on my regular muse list. Feel free to request them though, as I might simply be unsure if I can do them justice:

Persona: Mitsuru Kirijo Goro Akechi Ace Attorney:

Miles Edgeworth

Fire Emblem Awakening/Fates: Dorian von Trash (Exalted Dad, this man is a walking trigger warning and belongs in trash)

Fire Emblem Three Houses:

Yuri Lorenz Rhea Seteth Flayn

Fire Emblem Engage:

Goldmary Panette Alfred Rosado

[sonofanumbranwitch]

In honor of Persona 5 strikers, I would like to remind you Goro Akechi was a sadistic serial killer and actual terrorist who ruined the lives of an untold number of people. He tried to kill us multiple times and even killed the parents of two of our teammates.

He deserved to die and Strikers is only improved by not even mentioning this greasy abusive scum bug.

Thank you 😊.

[tristis-333]

I made a shitty meme to celebrate Persona 5 Strikers. Pretty sure this is out there somewhere but I decided to just do it myself.