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  1. Public Bookmark 9

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    You are on a path in the woods.
    At the end of that path is a cabin.
    In the basement of that cabin is a Prince.
    You are here to slay him.
    if you don't, it will be the end of the world.

    A Persona 5 (or more accurately Shuake) and Slay The Princess crossover fic.

    (Knowledge of Slay the Princess is not required for reading this)

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    09 Mar 2024

  2. Public Bookmark 89

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    Akira has spent so long trying to rationalise Akechi’s plans - analysing his comments in combat, studying his profile at the Jazz Jin, watching him placidly sip coffee in Leblanc - that he’s almost forgotten what it’s like to be afraid of him. He’d felt a flicker of horror when Futaba played him the recording of Akechi arranging his murder, sure. But there was always a sense that they were missing a piece of the puzzle… That Akechi couldn’t be doing this of his own free will.

    Akira had forgotten how it felt to fear him. He remembers now. Staring up at the blank, deadened expression on Akechi’s face, he feels terror slice through him like a knife, flaying him down to the bone. “Akechi.” He whispers, voice scratchy and faint.

    Akechi raises his gun, dragging it across Akira’s cheek in a sick parody of a caress. “Akira.” He murmurs, eyes glinting with undisguised anticipation.

    On November 20th, the cops inject Akira with a stronger sedative. Things spiral from there.

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    09 Mar 2024

  3. Public Bookmark 9

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    Корабль Бэй Доу был большим. Он вмещал в себя коробки с грузами, законными и контрабандными; он вмещал в себя людей, бегущих от себя и бегущих от закона (иногда — бегущих от всего).
    И всё же ни разу до этого Казуха не видел подобного пассажира.
    — Ты пахнешь грозой и штормом. А ещё пеплом и одиночеством. Стоялый запах, древний.
    — Ты, — хмурый парень со смутно знакомым лицом поднял на Казуху взгляд и неприятно прищурился, — хочешь сказать, что я воняю?

    Language:
    Русский
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    1/1
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    127
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    20 Dec 2022