Love & Candles

Love & Candles

Fandom(s): Persona 5

P5 Protagonist/Joker x GN Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend starts the day by giving you a small surprise.

One-shot

Content: Fluff, romance, established relationship, aged up, post Persona 5, domestication, birthday.

Warnings: None.

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Feeling your hair being brushed aside, you stir, eyes blinking from sleepiness as you're met with Akira's tender face looking back at you. He had one hand playing with your locks while caressing the crown of your head, the other resting over your waist that was covered by the duvet.

“Aki..?” you let out tiredly.

He gives out a small smile at the sound of your morning voice, taking the time to admire your relaxed appearance. His gray irises were more sharp and apparent with his faux glasses. Before, Akira had simply chosen to wear them so he wouldn’t draw more attention to himself when he was given probation in court. Others had made comments in passing about how keen and piercing they were, but you always thought he looked good both ways. Akira knew you adored his eyes, how you’d become easily flustered when his face came closer when you didn’t expect it, and how soft they were when he gazed solely on you.

“Happy birthday, love.” Akira responded, his own sleepy voice resonating near your ear. His deep and smooth tone always had your heart fluttering.

Your lips go up as you moved to bury your face to his neck. “Not yet, you’re just a day early.”

The noiret just hums, “Doesn’t matter.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, “It just gives me even more of a reason to love and appreciate you of all days.”

You snuggle against him further, hiding your face. “You and your charm.”

He grins mischievously, “Only for you.”

“The others are planning something aren’t they?”

“You know them, celebrating is their favourite thing to do together.”

His hand goes to caress your cheek before tilting your head to look his way. “But for right now, I’m having you all to myself.” Akira leans down, smushing his lips with yours in a slow and gentle pace. Foreheads touching, and limbs tangling each other.

You feel yourself melt, with the comfort of your shared bed and his body heat, you could’ve stayed like that forever.

When you both pull apart for air, Akira lets out a breath, “Spend the day with me? I might have an early present ready for you.”

“Like you even need to ask.” you whisper against his mouth, barely apart.

When the two of you finally decided to finish your lazy morning, Akira led you into the kitchen, where he went to prepare breakfast while you checked your phone, even turning on the TV with low volume as to not disrupt the peaceful atmosphere going on.

Having these tender moments with your lover was special no matter how many years passed, you could never get enough. It was almost like living in a dream that you never wanted to forget.

Sitting together as you ate your meals, you’d occasionally go ahead to lean on his arm, pressing the side of your face to shoulder as you held his hand, cuddling his side. Affection was always more prominent when you two were alone.

“Pretty Treasure.” murmured Akira, giving you a look that could only be close as to resembling heart eyes.

Your cheeks dusted a faint shade of pink. Of all the pet names Akira called you, Treasure was by far the most intimate that included a story. Going back to your high school years as Persona users conquering Palaces and stealing unstable desires. Akira had gone to preferring you as such, the one person who held his heart in their hands. Your friends had made small jests about it once they found out, an inside joke between you.

“I think I remember you saying something about an early birthday present, Trickster?” you ignored his comment as you sipped your cup of coffee.

The man chuckles, “I did say that, didn’t I?” Akira raises your clasped hand that held his own to lay a kiss against the back of it. “Give me a minute.”

Standing up, the noiret goes to enter the kitchen again to open the fridge, leaving you to be intrigued as you watched. When he took whatever it was out, you looked a little surprised to see a small sized box in his hold. Coming over to put it on the table, Akira sat back on his seat beside you.

“Is there a pastry inside or something?” you tilt your head cutely, brows lightly scrunched.

“A bit of both.” he grinned before opening the thin box to reveal a small decorated cake, with the top spelling out HAPPY BIRTHDAY (Y/N) in bold lettering. The design was clean and smooth, showing the delicacy of its decor.

“Oh, Aki..” you beamed, curious regarding the flavour. “I love it.”

Akira smiles and gives your cheek a kiss, “Well, I know tomorrow you’re going to be getting a bigger cake than this, so I thought you might like a little extra something.” He reaches out to grab a cake knife on the table that was hidden by being covered, which was next to a lighter and a box of candles that laid facing backwards.

You almost went to kiss Akira’s whole face, but managed to compose yourself so he could plant the candles and cut the cake.

“And it’s also coffee flavoured.” he smiled cheekily.

“Of course.” you laugh, shaking your head.

Really a moment you’d never want to forget.

𝐀 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐳 𝐈𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Fandom(s): Persona 5

P5 Protagonist/Joker x Fem Reader

Summary: Akira always knows the way to your heart, he proves just that by doing something to cheer you up from a bad day.

One-shot

Content: Fluff, romance, comfort, established relationship.

Warnings: None.

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It was a slow day for Leblanc as the sun began to set. Akira has been helping Sojiro with the customers for the most part since it was a Saturday. For once in a long while Akira’s schedule was cleared, with no plans made he pretty much had the time to himself. No homework, no phantom thievery, no social link rank ups. He decided that he wanted to spend his rare day off with you, his girlfriend.

Considering that you two still had some things to do, you both decided to meet up once the cafe was closed for the day. As the last customer headed out the door, you entered with slowness in your steps, carrying a small bag of essentials. You’ve spent many nights at Leblanc many times already, occasionally borrowing Akira’s shirts that were a little big on you for comfort wear. But you still needed your own clothes. He looked up from his task work to see you, his usual calm expression changing to one of softness and adoration. Which he only ever showed to you.

“Hello, Treasure.” he greets once you took a seat at the counter. Reaching a hand out to rub one side of your cheek.

“Hi, Aki.” you say quietly, immediately leaning into his warm touch with eyes closed, looking content.

“Hey, no PDA in the cafe while we’re still open.” Sojiro scolds playfully. He could never really find it in himself to actually say no to you two. You were pretty much his number one regular, and he grew to be quite fond of Akira. Sojiro always thought that you two worked well with each other, not that he’d say it out loud.

Akira reluctantly moves his hand away, going ahead to make you a cup of your favourite drink. You rest your elbow against the counter, leaning your head on an open palm. Eyes slowly closed with a peaceful expression on your face. The aroma of coffee in the air is comforting, especially with the calming atmosphere in the small establishment now that the customers all left.

“I’m closing up shop. Make sure to keep your mischief behind closed doors.” the man said before finishing up his duties and taking his leave.

“Oh, Lady (Y/N), are you spending the night?” asks Morgana, coming down from the stairs. Jumping onto the counter, he then slides into your lap, giving a purr of approval when you scratched behind his ear.

“Yeah,” you answer. “Is that okay with you, Morgana? I remember when that old mattress used to be cramped with all three of us together.”

It was no secret that you actually hated Akira’s makeshift bed. If it should even be called that. It was just a single sized mattress with two large crates holding it up. The frizzy haired male’s blanket wasn’t even all that thick enough for a chilly winter. When you came to his room for the first time, your attention could only be trained on how poor his sleeping conditions were. You didn’t hold back from telling your lover that it wasn’t good for him to continue slumbering on it for nights on end.

Akira understood what you meant, it wasn’t the greatest thing to sleep on but decent enough. He really doesn’t get tons of rest anyways because of all his dream trips to the Velvet Room.

If there was one pet peeve Akira could only list out about you regarding anyone, is that you hated slouchers. He did have an instinctive habit of lowering his posture as trying to avoid any attention the other students were always giving him. But after bonding with you, Akira soon learned to straighten his back better. It was just one of the things that you’ve helped him out with. Whether it was big or small, the two of you were always able to balance each other well, taking notes of any bad habits.

You especially didn’t hold back from talking to Sojiro about Akira’s bed issue. Holding a dissatisfied expression strong enough to make even the older man nervous. Futaba even chimed in, supporting your opinion on the matter. A week later, the young wildcard finally got a functional and real bed to sleep in with Sojiro’s permission, along with you and the phantom thieves’ help. Though Haru mostly stepped up to the plate as a token of gratitude for helping her.

“You don’t need Morgana’s permission for that, love.” Akira says lightly, handing you the drink he finished making. Which caused Morgana to give the teen a small look of annoyance, to which the male responded with a tease of a smile.

“Can’t you two behave?” you ask with a slight hint of amusement in your voice.

Akira had taken notice of the light bags under your eyes that seemed to dim down, your movements were more sluggish. A frown seemed to be more permanent on your lips. His brows furrowed at the thought, his mind tracing back to anything else you’ve been off about.

During school when you and the noiret were able to spend some time together, which was rare considering the meet ups with the others, you’d lay your head on his shoulder for a short nap. He had no complaints, happy to share these moments with you, no matter how ordinary it was. But you looked so drained and downtrodden for the past few days. Your eyes were a bit hollow, body tense until you’re in close range of Akira’s presence. Despite his obvious worry, he was nevertheless happy that you were more at ease and honest of your feelings with him.

The two of you never really needed to talk in order to understand what was going in your lives. Physical contact was the strongest love language in your relationship. There was never a moment where you didn’t know the troubles going on in your lives, even when apart.

It seems strange to have that knowledge when it came to experiencing romance for the first time. Everything was new and unfamiliar. That’s usually what sparked the saying that first love doesn’t usually last. But when it came to you and Akira, it all felt natural, working like a blend of colours.

Finishing his final task for the day, the frizzy haired male took off his apron and walked around the counter to stand beside you. He quickly thought of a plan set in his mind to make you feel better. Morgana jumped off your lap, letting you rise to your feet. Your cup now empty and put away.

Akira gave you a soft smile as you leaned your body onto his arm, placing a cheek to his shoulder. Ignoring Morgana’s complaint of acting like lovebirds in front of him, the noiret pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Come on, Treasure. I have something for you.” Akira said softly.

Looking slightly confused, you nevertheless agreed, going up to the attic once Akira turned off the lights, taking yoour bag with you. Morgana trailing not so far behind.

“What is it?” you ask, looking around the room before his face.

“You’ll see.” is all he responds with, a hint of mischief in his tone.

“I’ll leave you two alone for now.” said Morgana before giving his leader a stern look. “You can do whatever you want, but I’m coming back for curfew, got it?” he empathized before making his way back downstairs.

Akira lets out a sigh, “He’s always so strict.”

One side at the edge of your lips moved upwards in form of a small half smile. “Well someone has to keep an eye on you.” you replied lightly. “Morgana’s responsible is all.”

The frizzy haired male looks to your face now, gray eyes twinkling behind those false spectacles of his. “Why would I have him to do that when you’re here instead?” Akira says, tone a bit flirty. He held up your hand that he still held in his grasp up to his mouth, laying a kiss against the back of your palm.

Your cheeks dusted a bit pink, finding it hard to look at his face. Akira was a true trickster, no doubt. To many others, he was calm and rational, keeping an expression that was hard to tell what he was feeling. But he knew how to read others and communicate with a variety of people. Though Akira may not seem like it, his leadership skills always showed at an appropriate time. In Mementos however, his personality took a shift. His Joker side came out, confident and suave with a level head no matter the situation. He was also more flirty, which is always directed towards you, in or out of the Metaverse. He really was like Arsène in many ways.

It told you enough that Akira was as comfortable around you as you were to him. And that fact brought butterflies in your stomach every time.

Akira lets go of your hand once the two of you stood in the middle of the attic. He takes your bag for you, putting it beside his bed. When he was reached near his desk, he removes his glasses, placing them on top. The noiret then fishes out his phone, turning it on he starts scrolling through it, seemingly looking for something.

You tilt your head, brows furrowed at your boyfriend’s actions, but decided to let him do whatever he had planned.

It only took a moment, but once Akira found what he was looking for, his let out a small smile. A slow song began to play out loud from his phone, surprising you slightly. It was soft and mellow, creating a relaxing atmosphere over the silence of the room.

The noiret then turns and walks over to you. Standing directly in front of you, you could see Akira’s face more clearly now that those black frames were gone. There was a loving expression on him, gray eyes twinkling as the smile on his lips stayed.

With an open hand reaching out to you, his other forearm went behind his back. Akira gave a slight bow, where his forehead almost touched yours. His attention only on you, observing the small confusion you held at his gesture.

“Care for a dance, Treasure?” he asks.

Staring at your lover’s offer for a second, you accept, placing your own hand on top of his. A sudden shyness overtaking you when he pulls you closer. Akira moves your arms to wrap his shoulders while he held onto your waist.

The two of you danced slowly in sync to the gentle flow of the song. His cheek rested on top of your head as your ear was pressed to his chest, paying close attention to his heartbeat. Akira’s embrace was warm and inviting as it always was.

Your eyes closed at the tender moment shared between you. By this point the night was beginning to set, a soft light shining on you and Akira from the window. The scenery made it even more tranquil and everything sweet that left you wanting to melt. If you could only do anything forever with him, this would be it.

Akira then gives you a twirl, which transitions to a dip. Staring into each other’s eyes, love is reflected between them, faces soft and unburdened.

“I love you, Treasure.” Akira whispers.

“I love you, Wildcard.” you say back.

He brings you back up, reaching one hand to rub the back of your head as the other rested on your lower back. Akira leans his forehead to touch yours, this was the part where you felt nothing but contentment.

Morgana pops his head up to check in after a while. When he saw the small waltz you two were doing, he couldn’t help but look relaxed. He kept his distance to not ruin the moment, choosing to wait until the dance was over to come in.

“You really know how to get to my heart, huh?” you said with a small giggle.

Akira smiles pleasantly, gaze holding the playfulness of his phantom thief counterpart as he admired the sky light. “Of course, what thief would I be if I didn’t know my Treasure?” Your lips soon connect, moving slow yet passionate, attention solely on each other as everything faded into the background.

“When you need me I’ll be there. Okay?” says Akira when you two pull back to take a breath. “You don’t have to hold back when you’re with me, no matter how ugly it is.”

You look at him in wonder for a moment, understanding that he referred to the bad times you’ve been feeling lately. Akira really was something else. Your eyes soon became glassy, a deep exhale coming out as you throw your arms around his neck to pull him closer. Akira reciprocates it just as strongly. It feels like a huge weight has been lifted from your being, letting you be completely open with him.

“I won’t.” you assure before the two of you continued with your dance, basking in each other’s touch through the night.

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.

By the Hearth

Fandom(s): Persona 5

P5 Protagonist/Joker x GN Reader

Summary: You and Ren cozy up near the fireplace.

Drabble

Content: Fluff, romance, established relationship, cuddling, snuggling, fireplaces, hot chocolate, blankets, soft Joker.

Warnings: None.

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There’s a calmness that stills you over the silent atmosphere, all except for the crackling of wood and fire. Your body is warmed up from your pyjamas, and the blanket wrapped around your back. Taking a sip from your mug, you let out a soft sigh. You weren’t going to be moving from your sitting position in front of the fireplace anytime soon.

The press of a heated body against you is now apparent, with an arm curling around your waist to hold you more firmly. The man lets out a gentle hum as he rests his cheek on the side of your head. The two of you shared the big blanket together, choosing to take the time to relax over the cold weather outside.

Slowly turning your head, you gaze over Ren’s handsome features. The fire from the hearth reflected some light on his face. His pitch black hair was as messy and curly as ever. Though the fake glasses he usually wore were removed, showcasing his strikingly gray eyes more visibly. You thought Ren was charming with or without them.

There’s a softness that graces your lover’s expression, one serene that was filled with contentment. An obvious contrast from his usual poker face around others.

Feeling your stare, Ren looks down to greet you with a gentle smile. Setting his own cup of hot chocolate down, the noiret goes to nuzzle your temple with his nose.

You lean further into him, going so close as to resting your face against his chest, arms wrapped around him. With the steadiness of Ren’s heartbeat reaching your ear, soothing your being.

You could stay like this for hours, covered in each other’s warmth without a problem for the cold or a single worry in the world. And Ren is more than willing to oblige.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Fandom(s): Persona 5

P5 Protagonist/Joker x Fem Reader

Summary: Waking up on a rainy day, you are surrounded by the comfort of your bed and his warm embrace. You wouldn’t be anywhere else.

Drabble

Content: Fluff, romance, married life, domesticity, age up.

Warnings: None.

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Your mind seemed to suddenly arose from slumber. Eyes still closed, you shifted a little to get a more comfortable position. Now that you were slightly conscious, you could hear the rain coming down outside. The good thing about today was that it was your day off, so you could sleep in as much as you wanted. But what made it better were a pair of familiar strong arms wrapped around your body.

You could hear his soft breathing as he pulled you closer to him. Holding you close to his chest with no intention of letting go. Even after all these years into the growth of your relationship, your heart still flutters from his display of affection every time.

Opening your eyes a bit that was filled with sleepiness, you saw Akira’s face completely relaxed, his messy black hair that usually covered his forehead was pushed aside. No matter what position or angle, he always looked attractive.

With the sound of rain matching the calming atmosphere in the morning, you couldn’t be bothered to get up. Instead choosing to seek more of your husband’s body heat and cuddles. You move closer to rest your head under the crook of his neck, arms returning the embrace. Your legs went to tangle with his own as you let out a content sigh.

“Treasure...” Akira murmured softly, tightening his hold of you further. His deep and smooth voice raspy from sleep.

You only hum in response, letting his steady heartbeat play as a lullaby.

The frizzy haired male presses a kiss on your forehead. “Let’s stay here longer, okay?”

His larger hand that always engulfed your own reached up to run his fingers through your hair. The two of you only take your rings off when necessary, like going to bed, so there was no small sensation of coolness when Akira reached out to cup your cheek.

“Yeah,” you answer softy, finally opening your eyes enough to see his gray ones. They were as tired as yours from the sudden wake, but held as much love in them as they always have.

“You’re making breakfast, though...”

A light chuckle escaped his lips at your words. “Whatever you wish for, Mrs. Kurusu.”

Yeah, the day could be boring to most with the rainy weather, but not for you two. Wrapped in the warm embrace of Akira, there’s nowhere else you’d ever be.

𝐑𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 | 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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