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[recs] Persona 4 Fanfiction

Been planning on making this post for a while, but then I got lazy. Thankfully, fishandcheese is here to twist my arm and twist it she did for this one, so here we go! A Persona 4 fanfiction rec post!

Keep in mind that there are a fuckton of spoilers in these fics, so if you plan on going into the game unspoiled, you might want to avoid these. (I mean, especially since I don't label any spoilers.) Also, many of these fics come from badbadbathhouse, the P4 kink meme; hence, lots of anonymous fics and a few untitled ones floating around in this post. If you read an anon fic and recognize it as one that's been claimed by an author, please direct me towards it so I can link it to its proper page.

Aaand, I believe that is it. Onwards and upwards!

Recs below cut.Collapse )

[rec] London Airport - Christopher Logue

home is where the mind belongs
London Airport
Christopher Logue

Last night in London Airport
I saw a wooden bin
So I wrote a poem
and popped it in.
home is where the mind belongs
The Sciences Sing a Lullabye
Albert Goldbarth

Physics says: go to sleep. Of course
you're tired. Every atom in you
has been dancing the shimmy in silver shoes
nonstop from mitosis to now.
Quit tapping your feet. They'll dance
inside themselves without you. Go to sleep.

Geology says: it will be all right. Slow inch
by inch America is giving itself
to the ocean. Go to sleep. Let darkness
lap at your sides. Give darkness an inch.
You aren't alone. All of the continents used to be
one body. You aren't alone. Go to sleep.

Astronomy says: the sun will rise tomorrow,
Zoology says: on rainbow-fish and lithe gazelle,
Psychology says: but first it has to be night, so
Biology says: the body-clocks are stopped all over town


fishandcheese sent me this poem the other day. Felt like sharing it. Who says science can't be poetic?
Title: What the Thunder Said
Genre: Friendship, Romance
Length: ~900
Summary: One-shot; pre-manga. Nobility obliges. Ran Fan and Ling, on responsibility. UST.
Warnings: None. PG.
Comments: Er, when it’s maybe not spring, I will write something about these two that doesn’t involve water falling from the sky. Thanks to fishandcheese for the beta; really appreciate it, buddy.


"You know, Ran Fan," he said, "when I was younger, I was convinced that I wasn't a true son of the emperor."Collapse )

[rec] World - Reginald Shepherd

home is where the mind belongs
Reginald Shepherd

was too much of a sacrifice, and I was never
just, like you; he was working for the infidel,
his domino mask said that, blue turban with one
black feather and a ruby set exactly
in the center: entitled to his own sedan chair
with four bearers. An unlikely forebear.
Venice perhaps, betraying anybody’s lovers
to sell more of the sea, body of cold
salt water warming in the sun. An heirloom
brooch my mother never owned
is waiting for me when I wake up: Honi soit
qui mal y pense
, it says in French that no one
speaks any more, medieval as the patience
it takes to go blind coaxing these raised letters
out of hammered gold and ivory filigree, a full year
of travel and expense: someone waited the entire
fourteenth century for this, no doubt. He’s dead
by now, still waiting for that final shipment
from Bukhara, Samarkand, or the Tarim
who could command such labor, but
my ancestors weren’t involved, and it was
just a gift, passed down like a secret
or a kiss from mouth to mouth: by the time
it’s come to me it’s been forgotten what it
was, what that man’s lips could possibly
have tasted of. Who knows who
where. This amulet, charm, or medallion
against shames not to be named never was
my mother’s, never belonged to anyone
I could mistake for mine. My mother
had nothing she could hand down; I lost it
centuries ago. In my dream he kissed me (I forgot
to say), begged that I not think evil of him
I won’t survive.


Shepherd's commentary on the poem here.

[rec] Come Closer - Anis Mojgani

Come Closer
Anis Mojgani

come closer.Collapse )﻿
Title: For Good Times and Bad Times
Genre: General, Friendship
Summary: Drabbly. Toothless tries too hard to be helpful and considerate. Hiccup suffers.
Warnings: None. PG.
Comments: Set a few days after the movie, when they’re still settling down. (This film completely owns my soul. Jesus. I have such a weakness for dragons.)


Hiccup wakes to the sound of his roof caving in over his head.Collapse )

Title: and there will come soft rains
Genre: General
Length: ~900
Summary: One-shot. Sometimes, the most you can do is trust to luck. Ling and Ran Fan in the desert.
Warnings: None. PG.
Comments: Thanks to fishandcheese for lending me her eyes. (God, Ling, why are you so difficult to write?) Er, title is very blatantly ripped from Bradbury or Teasdale, whichever one you prefer. Criticism is welcomed, as always. Cheers!


Their water-casks ran empty on the fourth night of their journey through the desert.Collapse )

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