Down & Between

Down & Between

Fandom(s): Persona 5

P5 Protagonist/Joker x Fem Reader

Summary: He can’t help but love it when you’re on him.

Drabble

Content: Slight romance, established relationship, oral sex, face-sitting, slight spanking, groping, Metaverse sex.

Warnings: Sexual content, smut, NSFW.

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The knot in your stomach only intensified as Joker swept his tongue over your slit. Needy and exasperated whines and moans were all you could muster as you ground your hips more to his face. This was not a planned idea when you and your leader went to the Metaverse together for some training.

In the aftermath of fighting one of the Shadows, your quiet and levelheaded leader firmly kissed you out of adrenaline. Happily returning it, you locked lips for a while until it got so heated that you two went further, right out in the open in Mementos without a second thought.

Now here you were, top undone to show your exposed breasts with the deep front zipper of your pants unzipped to reveal your pussy for Joker's very own eyes. The noiret always felt a light shudder when he thought of the easy access your zipper provided. Joker was in a complete daze as he laid on the ground with you sitting on his head. His cock was erected from lapping at your juices and trailing his hands all over you. Your scent drove him wild.

Your head was thrown back when Joker sucked on your clit before thrusting his tongue in and out of your sopping folds. He'd also gone to grope and pinch your nipples, watching how they'd bounce from every movement you made. A cry came out of you when Joker struck each of your ass cheeks with his crimson gloves hands. The pain causing you to buck against him more vigorously.

The two of you showed not a single care on whether Shadows might arrive, only being able to focus on fulfilling your lechery right now.

"Joker!" you moan aloud, grinding your clit against his nose, grasping his soft messy locks.

Joker's shaft twitched at the way you lewdly called out his codename. It was noted that the both you of kept your masks on, which help sent a shockwave through you when the tip of his mask nudged your pearl.

The leader of the Phantom Thieves just adored having you on his face, letting him feed on your cum as he sent you orgasm after orgasm. The way your moist walls clamped down on his wet appendage, aching for continuation as Joker hit all the right spots.

With his hands griping your hips, he aided you when another orgasm blinded your senses. Body trembling from the overstimulation. Joker eagerly slurped up everything you gushed out as much as he could.

Mind still a little fuzzy, you went to sit on his chest as Joker breathed. Traces of your juices staining his mouth and jaw, which he tried to lick up as much as he could.

"Feel good, Treasure?" Joker pants lightly.

"Mmhm.." you lazily hum. Looking down at him, your eyes glinted lustfully once more, libido still high.

Joker was quiet as he attentively watched you shakily move. Gray irises darkening when seeing you turn around, legs switching over him as you hovered his face again. Making eye contact with your lover again, you give a shy yet mischievous smile.

“Will you steal my desires, leader? Take it all away until there’s nothing left?” he felt the blood rushing further down south. You sounded so sweet, asking for him to persist on tongue-fucking you.

“You’re all mine to have, Treasure. Remember that.” your core tightens from his dead-serious voice.

Placing his hands on your hips once more, Joker shoves you back down to his face, causing a gasp and a moan to spill from you. He used your backside as a guide as it pressed further on him, letting his tongue roam inside your dripping pussy.

In return, you lay on him, breasts touching his stomach as you unfastened his pants to reveal his hardened, well-sized cock popping up, pre-cum leaking. Licking your lips, you take it all in your mouth, swirling your own tongue around it. Joker groaned when feeling your warm and wet throat envelope his shaft. Vibrations were equally made from both of you as you moaned from pleasuring each other.

The faint sounds of the subway trains were just made as background noises as you two absorbed the sounds your heated bodies and and the muffled moans of voices echoing in the air. It would be some time until you and Joker finished business here.

𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

Fandom(s): Persona 5

P5 Protagonist/Joker x Fem Reader

P5 Protagonist/Joker x Sumire|Kasumi Yoshizawa/Violet

Summary: Sumire knew that she was only fooling herself from seeing the truth. Again.

One-shot

Content: Romance, unrequited love, unrequited crush, unrequited pining, angst, heartbreak, P5 Royal spoilers, established relationship, jealousy, unhappy ending.

Warnings: None.

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Sumire realized she fell in love with him after the events of Maruki’s palace when she came back to the realization of who she was, and what she was doing. It was just her, Joker, Crow, and you. You and the boys were able to defect against Maruki’s false reality, working together to change his heart and bring everything to normal. When that had gone sideways, leading to the truth of Sumire’s cognition being to parade around as her elder twin sister, Kasumi, her kidnapping by Maruki, her rescue, and her adjusting to being herself again after months of assuming a different identity.

She always thought you made a balanced trio. Joker and Crow always did have a rivalry that would never go away, but you’d be the one to mediate and dissolve any conflict between them. Sumire envied the maturity you had, how you knew how to handle people and situations while being such a capable fighter. In full honesty you both got along fairly well, but there seemed to be some tension between you that the redhead knew only existed because of her. And she had a feeling you were aware of that.

Akechi had also sensed it, watching your interactions. It was a skill of his, after all, he is a detective. Sumire could never tell with Akira, he always tended to keep a straight face all the time. Even when he told dry jokes and sarcastic remarks, never once did he crack.

”Th-Thank you, Joker.” Sumire says, back when she still called herself Kasumi, face flushed behind her mask as the noiret swooped in and pulled her away from a Shadow’s attack. Though that suddenly brought him to accidentally carrying her bridal style.

Joker responded with a nod to her. There was a warm feeling in her chest as she basked in the sensation of what it would be like to be in his arms.

”We need to get moving.” you cut in, tone empty as you walked, more like marched, passed them. Never once looking in their direction.

”I agree,” Crow voices as he followed after you. He gave Joker and Violet a side eye as he did.

The redhead turned to see the noiret’s gaze focusing on you. He immediately let her down, unexpectedly a bit rough, which startled her.

”Sorry about that.” he apologized before going after you and Crow. He knew that the young detective liked to rub him in when he could. And that included you when jealousy happened.

Violet was quiet as she trailed after the three of you. Watching how Joker’s hand reached and grasped the end of your sleeve. Not intertwining hands, but an action showing his reassurance in a gentle and slow way.

Violet hated how unnerved she felt when she saw you let Joker come closer as you both walked.

It was different with you. Akira’s expression would melt into a softer, more fonder look when you were in his sight. She could see it in the way you both fought together, the grace and strength shared between you as you took down Shadows. How he’d reach out for you in case there was any danger. And the time when the gymnast saw him kiss the back of your hand like a gentleman. Rubbing a red gloved thumb over your knuckles as he stared at you like you were all that mattered.

Sumire wanted to believe that it was all because of his alter ego, where the typical quiet and level headed Akira turned into the bold and charismatic Joker of the Phantom Thieves. She felt a connection with him when they began their friendship during the school cleanup. Akira was kind when talking to her, helping her fend off against a man who didn’t take no for an answer, who wanted to learn some gymnastic tricks, who would hear her out when she needed it, who cared even if she wasn’t her twin sister, Kasumi. Just plain ordinary Sumire Yoshizawa who loved Akira Kurusu, and she was only fooling herself to thinking that maybe a small part of him reciprocated her feelings.

”Are you alright, Sumire?” Akira asked, tilting his head at her. He was still in his green apron, working alone at Leblanc. The place wasn’t really busy, only Sumire who sat at the counter as a customer.

“Oh, I’m fine Senpai!” she brushed off quickly. “I was just lost in thought is all!”

He lets out a nod in response, going over to dry some of the mugs. She found it nice to see him work.

”Hey Joker!” Morgana called out, coming down the stairs. “Lady (Y/N) left a text for you.”

The noiret turns his head to the feline, stopping his task. “What’d she say?”

”She wanted to know if your study date is still on.” answered Morgana as he leaped onto the counter.

”Then I’ll let her know.” says Akira before looking to Sumire. “Do you mind watching the café for a second? There aren’t any customers right now but just in case…”

”It’s no trouble at all!” the young gymnast replied, shaking her head. “I’d be happy to.”

“Thanks.” he voiced appreciatively, going up the steps.

”Young love, right?” the black cat spoke to her while staring at the staircase. “I swear this guy is ridiculously whipped. You should see him when he calls her. He gets that dopey smile on his face.”

”Ah…” Sumire trails off, a wavered grin spreading her lips. “They fit together, don’t they?”

”You have no idea.” Morgana sighed out, tired of always being the one to see the sappiness of your relationship.

Sumire’s chest feels tight, causing her hand to go over it, gripping the fabric of her shirt.

When the redhead found out she was falling for the leader of the Phantom Thieves of Hearts, it made her try to act braver with her actions, hoping he’d pick up on it. But she knew it was pointless when all he saw was you. Who easily touched Akira like second nature, holding hands, caressing his arm, standing side by side. And he did the same, wrapping an arm around your waist when a Shadow went to strike you, how open and comfortable he was with talking to you. He showed a more bolder part of himself, flirting and giving you more of his attention.

When Sumire was in her thief getup, she almost thought she saw his eyes trail over her thighs, bare from the black leotard and boots. It made her flush when she thought about it.

She wasn’t really one of them, a member of his group. Though she was always welcomed to help them out. Violet had a fluttery sensation in her chest when she noticed how much she and Joker matched in their outfits: three long black tailcoats, red gloves, reverse coloured masks. She wondered if that was such a coincidence.

Then she’d see you and realize it wasn’t just them. Your attire complimented well with his just as much as hers. Sumire remembers how Ann would tease how you and Akira were like a couple. Ryuji would join in, and Haru would fawn over how you behaved as one. Sumire wanted to consider it all playful banter, however the tightness in her chest said otherwise. Sumire suddenly felt a spike of knots in her stomach when thinking of you. You, who stood confidently and unwaveringly at her Senpai’s side. The upperclassman who gave her his nonjudgemental attention, who mundanely encouraged her with the same words to cheer her up over her so called ‘funk’ throughout their hangouts. The person she deceived the most when parading around as her sister. Even now, Sumire showed no interest in forming any attachments with his friends; especially you, his girlfriend, outside the Metaverse. She would be lying if she said you and his team were company she wanted to be around. When all the first-year really wanted was his focus to be solely on her.

She soon came to finally understanding what it was that she felt towards you. Resentment. Loathing. Jealousy. Bitterness. It shocked her to say the least, but deep in her gut she knew it made sense. Whether it was playing as the perky and bold Kasumi or the attention-seeking and meek, yet real Sumire, her hatred for you was true. And for the Persona-user of Cinderella of all people, the redhead was far from sweet and innocent as she behaved who was unluckily mistreated by those around her.

Sumire wore a mask to hide as Cinderella did when she attended the ball to meet her prince. No body was ever personally cruel to the gymnast, her parents were kind and good to her, her sister was just being the natural tender older sibling. Taking the lead in choosing her clothes and everything else because Sumire let her. But the redhead despised it all deep down.

She felt unsatisfied, unsatisfied with what she had and wanted more for herself. To be in the spotlight, standing 1st place as she waved to the crowd, for her classmates to shower her in praises for her hard work, for her parents’ to have their breaths taken away with her performances. And out of all of them, to have Kasumi be sidelined for once in her life so she could see that her little sister could be above her in the passion they shared.

No one in Sumire’s personal life treated her less, but she turned it as such to settle her greed and inferiority complex. So it might quench the possible guilt she might feel as it grew into something she couldn’t pretend didn’t exist. It caused her to go through a muddle of confusion. Was she really remorseful for the twin she loved or… for being the cause of her death..? Did she even love her enough when she was still here?

During the time Kasumi lived all Sumire could feel was envy and spite. And maybe even now after Maruki’s Palace disappeared when the Phantom Thieves’ were victorious, it hadn’t gone away. Just like her hidden grudge against you. Honestly, Sumire was seriously surprised that she didn’t have her own Palace, even more so when Akechi suspected her to be the final Palace Ruler instead of Maruki. That had to all be because of her being under the counselor’s influence, right..?

Going to the park, she learned the hard truth. The first-year was frozen in place when she saw Akira lean down to you, a deep kiss shared between you. You had one hand tangled in his messy black locks, the other over his neck. While his was around your waist, the other on the small of your back.

Sumire felt like she couldn’t move, her heart seemed to plummet to the ground. Luckily, she was not in both of your lines of vision. Things would’ve been more awkward if she was. The redhead was close enough to where she could hear the words Akira was saying to you.

”I love you, Treasure.” the noiret said, voice entirely sincere as his face was inches away from yours. With him pushing a strand of hair away from your face.

The pet name struck a hit to Sumire. How funny was that, a thief who steals Treasures in the Metaverse calling a lover that. That proved how much Akira felt for you.

A giggle escapes you as he nudges his nose against yours. “Always a charmer, huh?”

”Only for you.” he grins.

Finally, Sumire’s body was able to move, and she didn’t hesitate to run off in her previous direction. Who was she kidding? She never stood a chance, and she felt horrible that she was trying to push you apart when you’ve loved each other before she even came into the picture.

Once Sumire had stopped, she rested her hands on her knees as she panted. “Why do I keep doing that?” she whispers to herself. “Wanting something that isn’t mine to take…”

First Kasumi’s spotlight, now Akira himself? Sumire put her hands to her face, feeling her eyes water and her breathing hitch. Her heart sinking and turning as she thought back to the memory of you two. All the signs were there, yet she chose to blindly ignore them all, just like with Kasumi, her coach, her parents, everyone from her life. You didn’t deserve to be hurt all because she was greedy and selfish and petty. She really had it coming, so the throbbing ache in her heart was fitting for trying to steal Akira from you. And Sumire has to come to terms with the fact that he’ll never love her the way he does for you and the way she does him.

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟

Fandom(s): Persona 5

P5 Protagonist/Joker x Fem Reader

Summary: With the two of you being busy with school, thieving, and hanging out with friends, there hasn’t been enough time for just you both lately. Luckily, now you have it.

Drabble

Content: Fluff, romance, light petting, resolved sexual tension, pre-relationship, groping, touching, consensual.

Warnings: Mild sexual content/smut/NSFW.

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“R-Ren…” you breathe out softly as you feel his warmth over your skin. A blush blooming your cheeks.

A light hum is what answers you as your leader moves a bigger hand to squeeze your breast. The other has travelled down and lightly rubbed between your legs over your dress.

You were completely topless, all bare for Ren to see. While the bottom of your dress was hiked up, barely covering your panties as he was positioned with your legs on either side of him. This wasn’t exactly what you expected when the quiet noiret led you inside his room. Being pushed down on his bed as he smoothly made your body give in to his touch.

There always seemed to be some tension happening between you and your Joker. Not the kind where you didn’t get along, because you two always connected well together. It was the kind where when silence passes over you, your bodies are the ones making conversation. His intense gray eyes hidden behind those fake spectacles leered at you in a way that made you nervous to look back. How you made a habit in getting close to him more than your friends. Whenever you both sat beside each other now, he would reach out under the table to rub your thigh, from it being harmless affection to sneakily going near your folds, but not actually doing so. Ren would even trail his lips down your neck to your shoulder, barely touching, it gave you shivers in want.

He was so daring, it made you barely think. You can hardly ever say no to your leader when he’s become all you’ve craved for.

“It’s been some time since we were together.” Ren whispered in your ear with his low pitched voice. He then presses his lips against yours, going sensual and deep, it left your head spinning. “You look so good when you’re blushing so vibrantly.”

“Mmm~” you let out as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him so you’re chest to chest.

He gives you a soft chuckle as he slips his tongue to greet yours. Pushing the kiss into something more erotic.

”I’m happy that you only let me touch you like this.” purred Ren. He pinches around your areola, causing a squeak to escape you. “Always so devoted to your leader, it just makes me want to repay it tenfold.”

One of his hands goes underneath your bunched up dress and rubs your folds over your panties. Ren’s mouth is now moving over your neck, sucking enough for hickeys to show soon. You can’t help but let out a moan with the things he’s doing. It’s hard to say what kind of relationship you have with your Trickster. It was never outspoken that you were lovers. But you certainly aren’t just friends, it’s so much more than that.

”Touch me more, Ren..” you say with a slight pleading tone. “I want to feel you.”

”You’ll feel me, baby.” he promised. “Let me take my time loving you, okay? It’s been too long since I could, so nothing will take that away from me now.”

The noiret then moves to take his shirt off as you pant out from his petting and caresses. “You’re so wet, it makes me flattered.” He pushes a thumb to your pearl, it brings your legs to tighten their hold on his hips.

Ren’s head is to your chest, trailing sloppy kisses until he’s sucking each breasts. His hand rubbing your clothed slit at a much faster pace.

”R-Ren! Ren!” you can’t help but chant as your moans come out even more. Your hands go to run over his own bare skin, trying to memorize what his body feels like.

You can easily feel him smile against your skin.

“Be ready for my next move, love.” Ren spoke softly, his lips touching yours. “It might overwhelm you.”

He smashes a rougher, more passionate kiss, one you reciprocate greatly. It’s then that you sense his fingers peeling off your panties that made you realize how much time you both will be needing.

Bond of a Gentleman Thief

*Requested by: @chapik123 | AU where Arsène becomes his own being both in and out of the Metaverse.

Fandom(s): Persona 5

P5 Protagonist/Joker x Fem Reader

Arsène & Fem Reader/Phantom Thieves of Hearts

Summary: A typical relaxing day in the Phantom Thieves’ lives with Joker’s former Persona, Arsène. And as once a part of their leader, he loves you just the same.

One-Shot

Content: Fluff, romance, humour, alternate universe, playful flirting, platonic relationships, established relationship.

Warnings: None.

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If Joker had known that the strange Shadow they were facing gave random status effects—one of which could separate a Persona from its' user, he would've taken the time to reconsider his targets. This was not what he and everyone else were expecting when they decided to do some training in Mementos.

When Noir had been hit, she was influenced by Sleep in the middle of the fight. Skull was taken by Freeze, and Panther had Paralyze. It was a prolonging battle, but just as Joker made his All-Out Attack, the Shadow somehow landed a direct blow in exchange.

"Joker!" Mona shouts as the other thieves looked at their leader in worry. Joker's chest felt tight, along with a strange headache. He had to lower himself to the ground so he wouldn't collapse from his condition.

You immediately rushed to his side and supported him as he tried to gather his bearings.

"Aki..?" you spoke softly as your brows furrowed in concern. Saying his real name showed your deep worry for him.

"I.." he trailed off, clutching his shirt and holding a hand to his forehead.

The team gathered around to check on him, all three status effects had already been removed, but they didn't know what was happening to their leader.

"I don't know what's going on! These readings don't make sense!" Oracle exclaimed.

Suddenly, Joker's mask began to light up in familiar blue flames before it went over to the rest of his body, leaving you to let him go, backing away with your teammates as the fire became larger.

"What the hell..?!" Skull says in shock.

Chains had suddenly sprouted up, and soon the large flames moved from Joker's body, towering over him instead. Arsène's black wings came out and dispersed the fire completely, leaving the Persona to fully appear.

"Arsène..?" you let out in confusion.

"But Joker didn't even take off his mask!" exclaims Mona, wide eyed. "A Persona can't just show up on its own!"

Joker's pain had now faded away, and he was able to stand up again. You went and helped him, putting his arm over your shoulders to support his weight. Joker was now facing his first Persona in the eyes, disbelieving when seeing the sight for himself.

It was after that that Akira's life took a turn. He was always able to feel Arsène at the forefront of his mind outside the Metaverse. The noiret could sense the Persona's reaction to certain things. Like when he checked out an Arsène Lupin book from the library the first time or when you'd come over to see him alone in Leblanc or out on a date around Tokyo. Akira figured that the reason for Arsène's fond reaction to you was because of his own feelings.

From what Mona and Igor had told him, Personas are the manifestation of thought that comes from deep inside a person's heart. And there wasn't a doubt that Akira’s love for you was the same, he never thought that his Personas would be kind of influenced from it.

"You're going to be late for school if you don't go now~" Arsène says lightly, fiery eyes glowing with a bit of mirth. Akira wasn't sure if he could still reach into his mind like he used to.

After what happened in Mementos two weeks ago, it came to the thieves' realization that Arsène had somehow separated himself from Akira. He could appear in the real world on his own, which startled the group greatly when they saw him show up after a flash of blue flames in Leblanc one day. Morgana needed to take a breather when it happened.

No one was sure if Arsène still counted as a Persona anymore with how materialistic he was. Luckily, to Sojiro and other civilians Arsène was invisible. They couldn't see, hear, or feel him in any way. Morgana theorized that it was most likely because of the Metaverse. Since the thieves have been there and were Persona users, it'd make sense that they'd be the only ones to notice him. Futaba thought to call Arsène a ghost for it. Ryuji went for demon, considering how the former Persona still had a connection to Akira, the noiret was probably a lifeline for his existence still.

Having Arsène around wasn't a bad thing, he never showed up during class or out in the open when Akira and Morgana went out on errands. But he would pop up occasionally when Phantom Thief business would be discussed or to just have a leisure hangout. Plus, he helped the Wildcard in increasing his Charm and Kindness. You enjoyed his flirting and doting either way.

What turned out to be a random team up with Akira's Persona had become a unique and fitting dynamic friendship with everyone.

"Okay, so Operation Babe Hunt was a fail, but this time we have a shot!" Ryuji said enthusiastically. It was the weekend, so the group came together to spend time in Shibuya. The girls went off to do some window shopping, which included bringing a reluctant you along with.

"But why am I here? I already have a girlfriend." Akira reminded blankly. Though he knew you wouldn't take Ryuji's dating search seriously.

"I know." the blond groaned. "What's with our leader having all the luck?"

"Is this really something important enough that we have to do again?" asked Yusuke, uninterested. "I would've much preferred going to see any art supplies that can be sold here."

"I don't understand why I'm here either." Akechi added with arms crossed, hiding his irritation behind a smile. "If you haven't noticed, I have some paperwork to get to."

"Oh come on!" Ryuji says, eyes begging. "You can't just leave me on my own, this is a group effort." he turns to Akira. "Besides, since you already have a girl, you could be the wingman."

Akira's face doesn't change, "Why not just ask Arsène?"

The Persona appears as soon as his name was mentioned, startling Ryuji. "To catch a woman's attention should begin with a gentleman's behaviour.”

"That's asking a lot for Ryuji." Morgana comments, sticking his head out of Akira's bag.

"Like you have any room to talk." retorts Ryuji. "For a so called gentleman yourself, you can't seem to turn the cat charm on Ann."

The feline gave a fierce glare, ears pointed up. "I'd be better than a brute."

"You—"

"Let's settle down, yes?"Arsène interrupted calmly, flapping his wings forward in between Akira and Ryuji. "There's no need for such a dispute."

"You can finish your petty little fight out of the public eye." Akechi stated bluntly. "It would make things much easier for us to not be stared at like freak shows."

Ryuji just stared at the male, annoyed. "I figured the Detective Prince would be a total chick magnet, but thinking about it now, it was probably a bad idea."

"I would think that Arsène's opinion on gaining a relationship would be a preferred choice." Yusuke inputs thoughtfully. "His assistance has helped (Y/N) and our leader's own romance grow further."

Akira's body slightly jolts as he turns to the artist a little frazzled. Yusuke had admired the love between you when you both revealed to your friends that you were dating. He even made a few painting of you and Akira modelling for him as inspiration. Of course Arsène came to see them, including the process. Together they were an unique pair. They bonded with their formal speech, and the perspectives Arsène gave him in art.

"We're not in the 20th century." Ryuji declined. He wasn't about to have Akira's old Persona/demon coach him in the ways of getting a girl. The two came into banter over Ryuji's habits, like slouching and way of speaking, though not seriously butting heads.

"You wound me, monsieur." chuckled Arsène. "Ladies still do find chivalry to be an attractive trait."

"Ugh..." The blond's face remained flat when gazing at the demon levitating above them.

"This is going to take a while.." Akira says to the other males as they watched Arsène and Ryuji bicker back and forth again.

"You looked like you had a fun time." you say amusedly, standing in his room.

"That's one word to describe it." your boyfriend sighed, lying on his bed, face free of his fake spectacles.

Your friends had gone out to gather their things for a studying session. As the first to arrive, you went to meet with Akira.

You give a small sympathetic smile as you walked up to him, taking a seat while placing his head on your lap. Akira held a look of contentment and softness at you. Your hand moved to run through his soft messy black tresses, you found a love for touching his fluffy hair.

Akira glides his own hand into yours before lacing your fingers together. Turning your intertwined hand to where he was faced with the back of your palm, the noiret pressed an affectionate kiss to it. A light blush rose to your cheeks at the gesture.

"Always the romantic, huh?" you said, heart fluttering.

"For my Treasure, definitely." he responds, tons nonchalant, the casual debonair that he was.

You lean down close enough to where your noses lightly touched. Akira's other hand came to cup your cheek, encouraging you further to his lips. Just as you two were about to kiss, a familiar presence came to his room.

"Of course, he has some help along the way, chérie." Arsène spoke, humour in his fiery eyes as he disrupted the moment.

Akira groaned quietly as his head plopped back to your lap. "It's nice to see you again, Arsène." you greet calmly, with a faint regaled smile.

He bowed with a hand to his chest, "It is always a pleasure to be graced by your arrival, chère rosé."

The noiret eyes the demon sharply, "Hey, there's only one phantom thief in her life you know."

The entity only lets out a laugh, "Ah, there is no need for agression, you are my creator after all. My adoration for our dame voleuse is from your own heart, I assure you." with the flap of his wings, Arsène is in front of you and Akira. He takes his clawed hand and holds your human one, fragile and all flesh. He delivers his own kiss to it, where the flames behind his piercing smile gave you a gentle brush.

"No Trésor could compare." cooed Arsène.

You give an expression of amusement, you were used to Arsène's natural cunning and flirtatious behavior. He showed the most personality out of all of Akira's Personas. When Arsène brought this side of him to the team the first few times, they weren't sure if he was serious or playful.

Ann was taken aback by it, replying with dry responses to his words before getting used to how it was just who he was. She helped settle the demon down from his eccentrics. He and Haru became close over their dark tones that hid behind kind demeanours. Makoto gave lighthearted debates over law with him. Futaba adored the former Persona, in both fascination and personal likeness. She wanted to broaden his views of modern life. And Arsène displayed a more softer side towards the youngest member, they made a mischievous pair.

But of course, there was you. You were the Wildcard's lover, the object of his affection. Arsène wondered if you knew just how strongly the boy felt for you. You were sweet to the ones closest to you, whether it was noticeable or not. A formidable and reliable Persona user who always had her teammates' back. Akira has never loved anyone in the past as much as he loves you now. And you shared the same feelings, it wasn’t exaggeration for you to claim that no one could beat Akira in your love life.

Arsène naturally held some of Akira's love for you when he separated from him. Which meant that no matter the bonds he had with the girls, which are genuine to him, the demon would always be devoted to you. He shared Akira's romanticism, proving a close resemblance to the Arsène Lupin from the books with his gentlemanly manners. The former Persona's charm was filled with honest adoration. You took it in fondness for him, finding light humour in his antics as well, including his teasing to the noiret for doing so. You'd even play along to Arsène's jest, which made him consider you a femme fatale in those moments. It allured both him and Akira upon this side of you.

"That can be debatable." the noiret says impassively, narrowly gazing at Arsène.

"There's never a dull moment with you two." you muse, shaking your head.

Soon Morgana came in, his paws lightly pattering against the stairs as he made his way up. "Hey Joker, Akechi's here. He says he wants to talk to you about something. He seems.. disgruntled." the feline's face showed a look of pleasant surprise when noticing you. "Oh, Lady (Y/N)! I didn't realize you were here so soon."

"Hey, Mona." you slightly wave. Akira reluctantly sits up, away from your lap. He scratches his head, feeling exasperated over the double interruptions.

"Akechi never misses a cue, huh?" Akira replies dryly, a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

A small laugh escapes you when seeing Akira's pout. To make your boyfriend's mood better, you give a kiss to his cheek. "We can spend time together later. You should go see what Akechi wants, you know how he is with you."

Akira's lips make a line, looking only half unmotivated to go, but his steel eyes soften for you as he stands up and adjusts his clothes a bit. You turn to Morgana with inviting arms, to which he happily accepts, scampering into your embrace.

"A friendship like theirs wouldn't be without settling oppositions." remarks Arsène. The rivalry between those two boys was basically the foundation of their relationship.

"That's an understatement." you sigh.

The noiret puts his glasses back on, moving towards you, he holds his hand out. You take it, both gazing at each other sweetly. It left you to carry Morgana with one arm as you both made it downstairs; Arsène following behind.

Akechi was seated at the bar as Sojiro stood behind it, going over his daily task. When seeing you all, the older man gestured his head to the detective.

"I'll leave you guys to talk, I'm closing up so make sure everything is clean and tidy after your friends are gone. Don't forget to lock up." and after a few minutes, Sojiro flipped the door sign closed and left.

"Pardon the intrusion." spoke Akechi, holding an easygoing smile. "I hope I didn't disrupt you two."

"Did you come for some coffee before going about the evening?" Akira plainly asked the brunette with a raised brow. The noiret wonders if interrupting his time with you was what the detective hoped for.

Akechi chuckles lightly in response, "Leblanc's coffee is more so a bonus. I was thinking of having one made by you as repayment for bringing me along with your friend's shenanigans."

You sweat drop, expression blank as you feel Akechi's mild chagrin. Morgana only gave the detective a wary look, hopping onto one of the stool seats.

Akira turns to you with the shake of his head before letting go of your hand to move behind the bar. Putting on his green apron, he began to prepare Akechi's drink.

"A penny for your thoughts, detective?" Arsène inquires amusedly.

Said teen regarded the former Persona carefully. ".. I'm merely expecting a beverage in return for wasting my afternoon in witnessing your lecture to Sakamoto."

"The boy has much to learn if he wants to reach a lady's heart." Arsène simply states.

"I'm sure Ryuji will figure it out eventually." you muse, the back of your hand resting under your chin on the counter.

"Who knows when that's gonna come." Morgana comments slyly.

"Here you are." Akira places the warm cup in front of Akechi.

"You have my thanks." the brunette nods.

"Hey!" Ryuji greets, coming inside, with the others following behind him.

“Sojiro texted to let us know the café was still open.” notified Futaba, waving her phone. As she and Yusuke didn’t attend the same school like everyone else, they had no involvement with the homework.

“We should keep everything to a minimum, we wouldn’t want to inconvenience him for trusting us here without his supervision.” Makoto advised.

Ryuji raises a brow at Akechi, “I think none of us were expecting see you twice today.”

The brunette gives a tight grin, “I just came for some compensation from your leader after the hours you’ve made me give up.”

“Hey, I didn’t drag you along outta force!”

“That defence is rather weak.”

“Why don’t we get started, yeah?” you offer, defusing a future argument.

“You guys can take a seat.” said Akira, following your lead. “Do you want anything?”

“A coffee does sound nice, thank you.” Haru nods appreciatively.

“I for one only came for the café’s beverages.” Yusuke bluntly said.

Futaba nudges him with her elbow, “Just sit down and help, all right, Inari?”

“That name is always unnecessary!”

“Guess we have to study now…” Ann sighed.

After delivering everyone’s orders, the group gathered at one of the tables with open books and paper. You and Akira naturally sat together. Arsène went to look around, levitating above you all.

“Thieves aren’t thieves without knowledge.” the demon muses. “Anything can become useful.”

“You say it like it’s easy..” Ryuji slightly slouched.

“Arsène makes a valid point.” agreed Morgana, as both different beings that originated in the same reality, they got along well. “Studying has proven a great strength for the Metaverse.”

“Um, how do you do question 7 again?” asked Ann, looking over her textbook.

“Here, I can teach you.” Makoto says, turning to help the blonde.

“Thanks.”

“For a high school student yourself, you show no indication of it.” Arsène notes to Akechi.

“I make sure to balance both school and detective work is all.” the young male answered.

“And putting Persona user in the mix doesn’t always make things easy.” Arsène gestures to Akira. “Take my creator for instance, he has a habit of self-neglect with so many things on his plate.”

The noiret narrows his eyes at his former Persona, stoic.

“But of course our autre moitié and confidants always bring him back to his senses.” a tiny blush sweeps Akira’s face at the sentence as you brush a lock of his curly hair gently. A smile graces your lips, feeling shy at another of Arsène’s casual declaration of love for you. His French pet names are evident for one.

Akira gives your thigh a light squeeze from under the table, tracing your knee with his thumb. The noiret’s gaze is open and honest to you behind his spectacles.

“Perhaps you need to learn how to slow down from work.” inputs Arsène. In hindsight, he acted as a parent/guardian in some ways.

“I’m perfectly able, I find time to be more worthwhile in what I do now.” Akechi would be described as the cliche stubborn and distant child. Though Arsène doesn’t mind it.

“I’m not sure if I find their dynamic more interesting than Arsène and Ryuji’s.” you chuckle.

“I think so, too.” Morgana licked his paw.

“We aren’t that interestin’!” objected Ryuji.

“Deny all you want, you two give us quite the show.” Futaba replies, humoured.

“It is hard not to watch.” Haru joins in, a small giggle escaping her.

“Your personalities clash in a unique setting.” Yusuke notes to her. “Something pleasant on the outside that actually hides shared desire for danger. Quite frightening.”

“Arsène’s need to analyze for any loophole of the law fits with that as well.” sighs Makoto. She goes to stare at Akira after. “He gets it from someone.”

“Only the less obvious person would be it.” Ann laughs.

“But that’s what makes me fascinating, no?”

You lean to your boyfriend’s shoulder, “We’re an intriguing bunch, huh?”

Akira slides his hand to yours, “Yeah, but we make it work.”

Blog Rules

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All requests are welcome, for both users and anonymous requesters. This post delves into more detail of what you should be aware of when making requests and what I write.

Rules:

You can make a request for any character from my main masterlist.

Type of request needs to be stated: one-shots, drabbles, mini-series, headcanons, prompts (otherwise I will decide upon myself).

Gender of Reader needs to be stated: female/gender neutral (otherwise I will decide upon myself).

Characters are aged up(teen/adult) for NSFW(sexual content). Fiction is not real life(unexpected pregnancies, diseases, etc).

NSFW(sexual content) is specifically for female Reader. I am open to anything so long as it’s non of the following: rape, inflicted by drugs/alcohol, cheating/infidelity/adultery, degradation, harm to partners, cruelty in general, things like that. I can do very mild dubious consent, it’s a bit of a gray area. But real consent will still be shown through.

No requests for angsty endings for Reader, or the downfall of her/their relationship. I do that to other characters/minor pairings, who aren’t going to deter Reader’s romance. There is hardly any who writes these reverse scenarios, as Reader usually takes the brunt of the heartbreak, so that is an example of angst I will write.

Requests will most likely be posted on my other accounts (AO3, Wattpad, Quotev), be sure to specify if you’d like your requests to remain on my Tumblr only. Of course users and anonymous requesters will be credited for their own ideas that I wrote for them.

Fulfilling requests do take time, so please be patient with me for when I post them. My attention is divided between my personal life, my full story/ies (ex. Entwined Hearts), and making these kinds of works.

As for prompt requests: specified sentences for the character/Reader to say, and the short scenario of what they will be doing as the plot.

More rules could be added for better understanding.

i’m now an arsene stan bc of you SOBBING. I want a thief to pick me up from my balcony and whisk me away into the night.

Really? I’m glad my writing was able to do so. I honestly never expected to influence someone’s interest in a character, especially Arsène, whether it’s Persona 5 or the original source material by Maurice Leblanc. Arsène has always been a sort of underrated character in both fandoms.

In the beginning I thought to just make a P5 Joker x Reader centric blog because I loved the franchise. And he was a character who I was confident enough to write about, despite being controlled by the player, he does have his own personality and characteristics. There was also the fact that I wasn’t really into a lot of other fandoms/characters that didn’t catch my interest or motivation. It wasn’t until other writers from Tumblr and AO3 wrote about Arsène and Sataneal that changed my mind. They’re much better at writing those two than I am (including being especially slow in updating).

The thought of a love story with a thief who lives in a more different and adventurous world is kinda cliché but also a compelling fantasy.