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vivalisse (the once and future clo)
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viv (in persona 5 hell) aka clo (the silmarillion one). they/she. writes fic. 18+.

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/clothonono
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clothonono.bsky.social
this is specifically about this one bit from the book
For several hours, Javert had ceased to be simple. He was troubled; that brain, so limpid in its blindness, had lost its transparency; that crystal was clouded. Javert felt duty divided within his conscience, and he could not conceal the fact from himself. When he had so unexpectedly encountered Jean Valjean on the banks of the Seine, there had been in him something of the wolf which regains his grip on his prey, and of the dog who finds his master again.
October 15, 2025 at 8:19 PM
clothonono.bsky.social
oh hey I love round numbers!
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August 26, 2025 at 4:09 PM
clothonono.bsky.social
5k of third semester shuake fic in which Akechi is a hot lesbian for twenty-four hours and Ren is cool and normal about that.

archiveofourown.org/works/68400516
Backwards In High Heels vivalisse (clothonono) Summary: “Okay, two possibilities,” says Futaba. “One, we hit some kind of trap or tripwire back in the Palace and it set off a strong status ailment that we don’t know how to cure. Or two, Dr Maruki just granted the wish of someone who always really, really wanted Goro Akechi to be a girl.”
July 30, 2025 at 10:40 AM
clothonono.bsky.social
maybe i won't actually finish it but. little sequel. as a treat.
“What, what is it?” says Morgana. “I think Akechi just broke up with me,” says Ren. “That’s great!” says Morgana, and then corrects hastily, “I mean… that bastard!”
July 17, 2025 at 2:53 PM
clothonono.bsky.social
official completed story post: here’s 35k of shuake fanfic in which Akechi is trapped in a trite kink scenario and having the worst time of his life.

feat: handcuffs, schemes, sexy dishwashing, glove stuff, too many jokes, & oscar wilde.

archiveofourown.org/works/66954271
My Dad Sold Me To The Detective Prince vivalisse (clothonono) Summary: Akechi's had a good day, and Ren has had a bad one. He’s going to show up to their final meeting smiling and well-rested. He’s looking forward to it. This is going to be easy. It’s going to be fun. The phone call comes just as he reaches Shibuya station. Akechi leans against the wall, shadowed by a pillar at the Ginza gate, as he takes it. “There’s been a change of plan,” says the man he loathes more than anyone else alive. “Stand by.”
July 15, 2025 at 11:32 AM
clothonono.bsky.social
I am simply never done thinking about Joker and Gender. also I am never done with Akechi in the lead-up to 11/20 having a simply terrible time. here’s 4k of fic about that.

archiveofourown.org/works/66770467
with nature's own hand painted vivalisse (clothonono) Summary: A humid summer evening. Ren’s ugly polo shirt is stuck to his back with sweat. His hair is lank. Akechi observes him shifting subtly in his chair at their usual café, trying to escape the discomfort, and decides the spectacle pleases him. It’s perhaps an unfair advantage that Akechi himself never feels the heat too badly. And a Ren who is already uncomfortable is a Ren who’s vulnerable, which is why Akechi picks that moment to say, “Do you mind if I ask a personal question?”
June 21, 2025 at 8:17 PM
clothonono.bsky.social
this one is saved as 'third semester ANGST' #wipwednesday
“Pathetic,” he says aloud, just to hear himself say it. How strange to think that in a few more weeks he’ll be silent forever. Either he’ll be dead, or the thing that’s talking won’t be Akechi. There’s no version of the self he understands who could bear to live in Maruki’s world. He worked so hard to get good at talking. He used to practise his off-the-cuff interview remarks in front of the bathroom mirror, taking care to put in an occasional stumble or thinking noise to make himself more charming, more authentic, more real. Just a few more weeks to hear his own voice and then it’s over. All that effort for nothing. “Pathetic,” he says again to the dark and silence of his bedroom in the condo that he doesn’t pay for, that no one pays for apparently, in this perfect world where logical statements no longer apply: the property’s owner can hardly afford to give this place away for free. The dead don’t come back to life. Nobody falls in love with their own murderer.
June 18, 2025 at 8:44 PM
clothonono.bsky.social
2k of NG+ comedy ficlet because I can literally never resist a joke. Everyone gets a nemesis. Akechi gets a dog.

archiveofourown.org/works/66522475
A Team of Rivals vivalisse (clothonono) Summary: Things aren’t quite the same this time round. The big things don’t seem to change—the Palaces. The bad guys. The reports on TV, another psychotic breakdown, another mental shutdown. But the small stuff varies a lot. Ren can check his old probation diary to compare: he meets different people on different days, he does different stuff, he starts working for Iwai way sooner, he doesn’t eat at Big Bang Burger so much. The biggest difference in this timeline that he’s been able to find is that both Yoshizawa sisters are alive. They’re the honor students, the two of them always together, whispered about by the rest of Shujin Academy. Sumire seems—not happy, exactly, but she does seem like herself. She doesn’t end up as Ren’s friend this time, and she doesn’t call him senpai. He misses her, but he’s glad for her as well. So that’s different. Also, Akechi has a dog now.
June 13, 2025 at 12:40 PM
clothonono.bsky.social
I have no excuse for this one except that I was laughing the whole time I was writing it.

archiveofourown.org/works/66225556
Double or Nothing vivalisse (clothonono) Summary: “I don’t like you that way, Ren,” he says. “We’re never going to be together in the way that you want—romantically, I mean. Please know that this isn’t personal. I understand if you need some space afterwards. And I hope you understand my point of view as well.” I hope you understand wasn’t in the bullet points, it just slipped out of Akechi’s mouth as he watched the look of confusion spread itself across Ren’s face. Ren’s staring at him. He doesn’t even look dismayed, just astounded. Akechi’s fault. He left matters open to misinterpretation for too long. But there’s nothing to be done. “But,” says Ren. Akechi braces himself. Here comes the unpleasant scene. Ren says, “But I’m straight.”
June 5, 2025 at 9:16 PM
clothonono.bsky.social
it’s a different kind of weird okay. yutaba is a beautiful teen weirdo romance! shuake is this: i.imgur.com/ZWAKN8Q.jpg
Screenshots of some AITA ruling comments: _ ESH. You're both just enabling each other's mental illnesses. You're both perfect for each other. Never change. Just never involve anybody else in what you've got going on. _ ESH you all are horrible people _ INFO: what the fuck _ Print out EXACTLY what you've said here. Take that printout to a therapist. Ask them to fix you. Holy shit.
June 2, 2025 at 11:32 AM
clothonono.bsky.social
the Futaba fic. family feelings! friendship feelings! subway rat feelings! the importance of vitamin C!

Or: the one where a stupid jerkface murder detective shows up four years later half dead and makes himself Futaba’s problem for some reason.

archiveofourown.org/works/66106990
Unless! You Eat An Orange! vivalisse (clothonono) Summary: Futaba closes the door again for some thinking time. That was Goro Akechi on her doorstep. Well, on Sojiro’s doorstep, but Sojiro’s not here. Only Futaba is here. Open door. Peep round it. Akechi is a sort of heap on the step. Asleep? Or… possibly dead? Dead mom-killing ex-detective on Futaba’s doorstep? Didn’t he die four years ago? How is he here? Futaba hasn’t slept. Or eaten. She shouldn’t have to deal with this. What do you even do with a murder-detective possibly-corpse? She closes the door. Okay, no, she can’t just ignore him and hope he goes away. Well, she could though. It’s super super tempting. No, come on. What would Ren do? What would Sojiro do? What would Mom do?
June 1, 2025 at 9:37 PM
clothonono.bsky.social
me less than 24 hours ago: i should write a futaba story

me right now, seven thousand words later: how do I stop writing the futaba story
So she cackles a bit to herself, and puts on her hoodie over her ragged old t-shirt, and leaves on her pajama shorts because who cares, and puts her feet in her big comfy kicking boots—Futaba likes her kicking boots, they remind her of the Metaverse—and she opens the front door. And she closes the front door. And she opens it again just in case. Yeah, he’s still there. Futaba closes the door again for some thinking time. That was Goro Akechi on her doorstep. Well, on Sojiro’s doorstep, but Sojiro’s not here. Only Futaba is here. Open door. Peep round it. Akechi is a sort of heap on the step. Asleep? Or… possibly dead? Dead mom-killing ex-detective on Futaba’s doorstep? Didn’t he die four years ago? How is he here? Futaba hasn’t slept. Or eaten. She shouldn’t have to deal with this. What do you even do with a murder-detective possibly-corpse? She closes the door. Okay, no, she can’t just ignore him and hope he goes away. Well, she could though. It’s super super tempting. No, come on. What would Ren do? What would Sojiro do? What would Mom do?
May 30, 2025 at 7:56 PM
clothonono.bsky.social
7k of fanfic in which Ren is definitely not the only person doing a Gender Performance in this relationship.

Or: Ren-chan and the Detective Prince go on a date.

archiveofourown.org/works/65878321
Natural vivalisse (clothonono) Summary: “All he said was dress up,” says Ren. “That could mean anything.” “Well, I think you should take Lady Ann as your inspiration!” says Morgana. Morgana knows nothing about dressing up because he is a cat. A guy cat. But he’s being supportive. “She always looks relaxed and comfortable, but beautiful and perfect too!”
May 25, 2025 at 1:11 PM
clothonono.bsky.social
telling bluesky about my fanfic: here’s the Royal Trio OT3 story which was where I crossed the line into being TRULY insane about goro akechi.

or: the one where Akechi accidentally maxes out his Faith confidant route in the two weeks before he’s supposed to die.

archiveofourown.org/works/63668422
controlling motion in space vivalisse (clothonono) Summary: “I think he can’t come today!” Akechi startles. Embarrassing. Yoshizawa is hardly unobtrusive. The street lights of the January evening pick up the shocking red of her hair and the sparkle of her eyes. She moves like a dancer, as if every step might become a graceful leap. Strangers she passes smile to see her go. She’s full of sparkle this week; the wilting flower performance of the first half of January is all over, and she’s started tying her hair up again in what is probably— Akechi doesn’t care about this. Why does he still notice these things? It doesn’t matter. —probably a sincere tribute to her dead sister, rather than a tragic imitation. Spend long enough playing the detective, and some sad and pointless part of you can’t stop pretending.
May 22, 2025 at 8:16 AM
clothonono.bsky.social
My Evil Narrative Foil Is Better Than Your Evil Narrative Foil, or: annmika & shuake go on a double date.

archiveofourown.org/works/65697934
Behind Glass vivalisse (clothonono) Summary: If you’d asked Ren to make a list of things Akechi might do after surviving certain death, twice, he would not have put ‘continue his dumb celebrity career’ on it anywhere. Like, not even as a back-up option. Not even close. Akechi shrugs. “My agent called. There was still interest. I need money to live. Do you expect me to get a job at 777?” Akechi’s face is on the 777. His smile glimmers out at the world, his eyes sparkling with secrets, as if nothing could be more coyly, erotically compelling than a cheap can of iced tea. The photographer seems to have been very, very interested in the way Akechi’s long fingers in black leather gloves set off the sweet curve of his lower lip. Every time Ren works a shift he has to look at this poster for hours. And the advertising campaign is working, so he also has to look at the mini-version on the special limited edition cans of iced tea that everyone is suddenly buying.
May 19, 2025 at 12:21 PM
clothonono.bsky.social
Is this the worst double date of all time: well, it depends what you mean by ‘worst’.
“You’re so intellectual, Goro-kun,” says Mika sweetly. “Of course, it’s different for boys. No one minds if you’re carrying a little extra weight. Unless you’re doing a shirtless shoot, I suppose! But they always put you in sport coats, don’t they?” She has a beautiful laugh, not tinkling or insincere-sounding at all. Ren’s pretty sure she just called Akechi fat. “I suppose just this once I could try a crepe. Honey and lemon, no cream, gluten-free—thank you, Ann-chan! Shall we get a table?” She had that order ready to go pretty fast. She and Akechi smile pleasantly at each other and Akechi offers his arm in a gentlemanly way to steer Mika over to one of the tiny tables set out on the street around the creperie. Akechi has put on weight since back then. He used to be a miserable razorwire of a person. It looks good on him, the extra muscle bulking out his torso, his legs finally the right size to support the rest of him, his wrists no longer creepy-delicate. Also, he has an ass now. Ren hasn’t been staring. He just notices, all right? Ann says, “Ren, come here and help me with the order!” and then when he joins her in the queue she clutches his arm and says in a frantic, delighted undertone, “Oh my god they hate each other.”
May 11, 2025 at 5:50 PM
clothonono.bsky.social
A little first kiss shuake ficlet: archiveofourown.org/works/65382922
two can keep a secret vivalisse (clothonono) Summary: Another January evening. Ren isn’t getting tired of jazz, exactly, but if there was another place he could invite Akechi where he’s sure Akechi would actually say yes… Hey, Akechi, let’s check out the Skytree. So, Akechi, wanna get ramen? Let’s go to Harajuku and get dressed up. Do you like art, do you want to go to an art gallery with me? Do you want to kill a million imaginary guys at the arcade again? Listen, I know it’s January, but last summer I didn’t know we were already running out of time, so… do you want to go to the beach?
May 8, 2025 at 11:54 AM
clothonono.bsky.social
trying to find an excerpt that explains why this one compelled me to write and it's like. listen. the trouble with getting into a situationship with the silent protagonist is who KNOWS what the fuck he's actually thinking.
“Hey,” says Ren as Akechi’s turning away. Akechi lets it stop him where he is. Ren surely deserves that much from him. And anything he says now will be no more than Akechi deserves. The scales have never balanced, will never balance. Akechi knows it says nothing good about him that despite all the things in his past which he ought to be ashamed of, Ren Amamiya is the only one he actually feels guilty about. His shame for his crimes, his cruelties, the damage he inflicted on the world—that’s emotionless, intellectual, a simple analysis of the facts. But what he feels about Ren is a wound in the gut. “Yes?” “If you’re not doing anything else right now,” Ren says, “want to go back to my hotel room and have sex?” Akechi’s mouth opens. Akechi’s mouth closes again.
May 3, 2025 at 8:02 PM
clothonono.bsky.social
here’s the 20k future fic sort-of roleswap Shuake story, in which Akechi experiences adulthood, the mortifying ordeal of being known, and Ren What The Hell Are You Doing: archiveofourown.org/works/65096665
Missing Persons vivalisse (clothonono) Summary: On the morning of February 4th, most of a decade ago, Akechi wakes with a start, stares blindly up at the tiles of the ceiling without registering what he’s looking at, and says out loud, “Well, that’s embarrassing.”
May 3, 2025 at 8:02 PM