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𝗨𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱: ?/?/?

𝕆𝕟𝕖-𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤:

To Be Released.

𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕤:

To Be Released.

𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕚-𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤:

To Be Determined.

ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕤(𝕒𝕟𝕪):

To Be Released.

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.

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.

hiii! i hope this doesn't sound creepy but i js wanna say that i really love your book and your works here, i remember always being super excited for every chapter and voting it on wattpad right away. please take care of urself and please don't pressure urself too much! have a good day!!

It’s not creepy, there’s nothing wrong with you enjoying my works, I look forward to others liking them. So I appreciate your comment.

Entwined Hearts hasn’t been mentioned here before, but I’m glad you and everyone care to read, vote, and comment on it. I’m making sure to update the next chapters soon, at least this October, I don’t plan to take a hiatus from it. The longest I stopped writing for the story was 2 months, and now it’s a year old, around the same month date as Persona’s 25th anniversary that was pretty coincidental, really. It’s still something else when the views on Wattpad go up. 5k readers as of now have impressed me.

And thank you for the reminder of looking after myself. Writing Persona content has always been my most favorite pastimes, for both Entwined Hearts and other works. Balancing them isn’t always easy when you need to focus on one thing to finish it, but I try to maintain everything as steady as I can.

#𝟭 𝗙𝗮𝗻-𝗮𝗿𝘁/𝗔𝗿𝘁𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸

𝐌𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 ‘𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 || 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝟓 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲’.

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This is the first artwork I have made public as an example to what the Reader would dress like, with me as an example. I was skeptical on whether or not to post it here since I was not too into the results, but I figured why not. Maybe over time my skills will improve; making digital art is different compared to paper to me.

Red Hoodie

Fandom(s): Persona 5

P5 Protagonist/Joker x GN Reader

Summary: It wasn’t a secret to one another that you share clothes. But Ren’s heart can’t help but swell when seeing you wear his every time.

Drabble

Content: Fluff, romance, established relationship, domesticity.

Warnings: None.

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The scent of coffee came through your nose as you took a deep breath. There was always something so warm and comforting about smelling coffee in the morning. And you can’t help but feel a sense of peace from it, it was a welcoming reminder of your boyfriend. You could always find the scent of coffee on him when you cuddled or came beside him.

Rubbing your eyes, you let out a small groan as you stretched under the covers. Your body felt a bit sore last night as you and Ren doted on each other. It was always so meaningful with him, but also as much of a wildcard as he really was. It was those intimate moments where he showed his Joker side in the real world that gave you a thrill every time.

Knowing that the quiet teen was downstairs helping Sojiro, you took a minute to lay on his bed, unmoving before getting up and putting some clothes on. It was at that time you decided to raid Ren’s wardrobe for a shirt.

Your eyes lit up as you found a red oversized hoodie under one of his turtlenecks. Ren had bought it in Tokyo as he needed a change of the typical casual outfits he usually wore. You loved seeing him in it, it matched the aesthetic he unknowingly made for himself. Ren could really pull off a lot of looks if he tried.

Grabbing a hold of the hoodie you eagerly put it on, taking a sniff of the fabric. It was unworn and clean, but still smelled like your lover all the same.

Reaching for your pants, you heard a pair footsteps before a knock on the door. Knowing who it was, you voice a “Come in”, leading to Ren himself going inside with a cup of coffee and a plate of curry.

Ren’s gray eyes could only stay on you as he put the food on his desk. “Hey, Treasure.” he said sweetly in that smooth, deep, gentle voice of his.

“Ren~” you say, going over to wrap your arms around his middle. The noiret returns the gesture, holding you close to his chest as he put his chin on top of your head. He rubbed your back with a hum.

“I see you’ve found my hoodie,” he mused, pulling apart to look down at you.

You let out a shrug, “It was just waiting to be worn.”

Ren gives a chuckle, holding a soft expression. “You’re beautiful in it, Treasure.”

Your face flushes at his compliment. He always knew what to say, the sly flirt. “You say that about everything I wear.” you playfully chided.

The lanky male runs a hand through your hair, face showing nothing but adoration. “Well it’s true, with or without clothes.” he grins at the light smack on his arm you gave him, enjoying the way you tried to stop your cheeks from turning pink. “And you know me…” Ren leans down to your ear. “when something catches a thief’s eye, they take it.” Standing upright, he grabs your hand and gives you a twirl. “I just happened to nab a lovely Treasure in red. My red, that is.”

Ren finally moves to press his lips to yours, kissing slowly. “You’re so adorable in my clothes, darling.” he whispered against your mouth. “Now, breakfast in bed? I have a new flavour of coffee I think you’ll like.”

You let out a warm smile, “I’d love to try it.”