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artsymlm24 · 9 months

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I know like basically nothing abt persona 4 or persona in general but, I like them (may or may not get curious enough to look into the games)

#my art #art #persona 4 #kanji tatsumi #yu narukami #Im weak to bad boys/delinquents with a soft side #*violently coughs* kuro itto *cough* *cough*

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peachiime · 7 months

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my profound love of running boy

here is the subject

i think about him extensively. so much so that i've concocted my own personal design for him, a backstory, and a hypothetical social link (where his arcana is strength)

and i'm going to yell into the void about him today.

his name is hayato takayama.

he's punctual and dedicated to his duties, always getting to and completing every task as quickly as he can. his days are loaded with work and he doesn't have time for distractions.

he's highly independent, and almost tunnel-visions on his plans for the future. most of the time you'll see him working alone by/in his classroom or at the library or cooping himself up in his bedroom in his spare time (which he claims he never has, thanks to all of the scheduling he's done).

here's my well thought-out, hastily drawn design for him. i know his glasses are square in game but when i tried that out he looked too much like a shu ripoff and we are really trying to avoid that here!! they're already quite similar!! (that said please ignore that fact that he also looks like a souyo child.)

also are the sleeves too much?? i quite like the sleeves but they aren't going to be visible most of the time

him from Different Angles as well

the latter drawing actually gave me an idea for potential sprites! well. just his standard pose

yeah... the sleeves might be a bit much.

i've been thinking about a social link with him. and not to sound cliche, but i think the only way i can see it starting is by the player just proceeding through a regular morning conversation, and instead of hayato running past as normal, he trips over in front of the protagonist, causing the latter to stop in his tracks.

hayato groans as he gets up, but manages to get back on his feet before running off again. but as he leaves, the protag spots something he's dropped on the ground.

he picks it up, and sees it's a clearly homemade (and low quality) necklace. and out of the kindness of his heart, he tries to find hayato again so he can return that shoddy jewelry.

maybe i'll go more in-depth about the social link some other time since it would obviously be very lengthy in description, or maybe i'll even write it! but... it's not going to be here. sorry

and also a summer uniform idea for him. i don't dig the sleeves anymore. but the tucked in shirt is cool

also if you're one of my followers you might have seen me address this guy by a different name; otoya imai. yeah. same person. just didn't like the name.

(and you also might have seen me posting about otokan yeah still truthful just hayakan now whoopsie daisies)

but i hope you like silly guy. because i love him

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faeryarchives · 3 months

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in sickness and in health

knowing that being the only student aside from grim in such dormitory, it's hard to take care and clean the place while you are sick and grim is panicking in the corner crying and asking them if you were dying or something so it's time for your lover to do something! note: this has been in my drafts since last year so if there is a prompt similar to mine it is pure coincidence + this is pretty long

recent fics: when your hopeless streamer gets a girlfriend (ace x reader) & don't lose me, not yet & its you, it always has been you

-‘๑’- tried to cook and clean for you but ends up in a disaster: everything was going well bc they got a list on what to do because they came prepared and ready to help! but it all became blurry but somehow them getting in the kitchen to cook made you rise from the grave (aka from bed) not risking fire hazard today 👋 picking up a broom? they know how to use one to clean of course but it ends up piling the dust near you causing you to cough some more because they keep colliding with grim who is trying to help 😔 they deserve an award for trying their best 👩🏻‍⚖️ while they weren't allowed in the kitchen, they try telling you of stories that happened while you were absent in attempt to help you get better until you fall asleep listening + leaving a kiss on your forehead before going back to their dorm to ask help or tips on what to cook for you to get better 🤍

— riddle roseheart, deuce spade, KALIM AL ASIM, rook hunt, lilia vanrouge

-‘๑’- scolds you for overworking yourself while taking care of everything: they are going to appear at your doorsteps in complete personal protective equipment with alcohol spray and a basket full of cooked food inside ... well maybe most of them would + expect some nagging from them like you shouldn't neglect yourself just to take care of others because that's not how it works love 🤬 ! even though they appear strict they are still soft when it comes to you asking them for something like giving them a hug (they would probably not do it though) or asking for seconds 🧚‍♀️ + reluctantly sings you a lullabye and after you fall asleep they would finally let down their tough persona + sit next to your bed holding your hand in theirs and caress your head, you are a tough cookie right? so go beat the sickness out of your system because they already miss your company

— jade leech, jamil viper, VIL SCHOENHEIT

-‘๑’- having a crisis: its either they never get sick or doesn't know how to take care of someone who is sick 😷 don't even joke about you dying because of your fever because it will just cause more panic please be easy on them 😭 but they will try to ask their close friends on what to do and they will do it very carefully (bonus if you were the one helping them) and they are actually good at it justtt very confused if they are doing it correctly + type to note down any changes in your fever whether it got better or worse 📝 they will shower you with things that would make you feel better - feeling cold? you can find yourselves being wrapped like a sushi with two thick blankets. feeling lonely? he knows he cannot be that near to you so he will shower you with plushies from who knows where! they won't leave until you are up and healthy again even if it means staying at ramshackle and even tending to grim

— sebek zigvolt, azul ashengrotto, IDIA SHROUD, malleus draconia

-‘๑’- gets sick with you: they know you are sick but they couldn't resist you asking for cuddles 🧍🏻‍♀️at first they would be like "no are you crazy, i don't want to get sick" but after the second one, they find themselves right next to you being the lucky plush toy for the day 🫂 will occasionally try to feed you and make you take your medicine and even alarming every 4 hours to drink but will ultimately result to the two of you falling asleep until grim wakes you up around night time realizing now TWO OF YOU are now sick 🤒 took the couple goals to the next level so expect them to be clingy because nothing is stopping them from cuddling you when he is also sick 🧍🏻‍♀️ it ends up with either trey, ruggie or jade nursing the two of you back to health 😭

— ace trappola, cater diamond, leona kingscholar, floyd leech

-‘๑’- does it perfectly: they had done it before and they will do it again 👯‍♀️ they are pretty used to taking care of someone because sometimes their family members would get sick and they are also the one taking care of them + read parenting 101 atp 🫂 being familiar in the field, they could even task grim in the way he would understand like taking note of your temp and check if it is time for your meds while your lover would go and cook meals suitable for your situation and i think they wouldn't really be so hard on you because being sick is normal and you are just human after all 🤍 instead they would focus on making you feel bettter and believe me you ARE SPOILED ROTTEN 🥺 they would probably tease you with things you can't eat but will give you just a tiny bit and will promise to give you everything when you are feeling better 😍 they are the type that will ask your classmates what they have done during your absence and collect your notes for you so just focus on healing 🫶

— epel felmier, silver, trey clover, ruggie bucchi, jack howl

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hazbinwhoree · 3 months

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So I’ve noticed that you’ve been baked while writing like every other fic you’ve posted, soooo like could you write a one shot of what it would be like to get stoned with Adam??😗 (take a blinker 4 me)

420 with Adam

A/N: I did indeed take a blinker for you and wrote this high cause it was only right. Was going to be a Oneshot but I kept falling short so I did headcanons. I hope you like it! I’ll try a Oneshot again later

Every night before bed, you smoke up

You bundle up to face the cold outside and grab your bong and grinder

You blaze up, spend a few minutes staring at your ceiling, and promptly go to sleep

This routine did not change when Adam showed up as your guardian angel

You have to start buying more weed, cause you’re smoking with Adam now

You go through your stash faster

You laugh at each other for coughing

Adam thinks that you’re adorable, finding everything funny, laughing at his every word and boosting his ego when you’re high

You think Adam is your stereotypical stoner when he’s high

Together, you both vibe, and the staring at your ceiling part of the high is more interesting

You have nonsensical conversations, with one of you going “Wait, what were we talking about?” every two minutes

“I think that the sky is…” “Is what?” “What?”

Cuddles

Adam’s fuckboy persona drops when he’s high and he’s actually very affectionate

Falling asleep high was never better than it was when you were wrapped up in his wings

He’s always gone in the morning, and never acknowledges the previous night

#hazbin adam #adam x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin charlie #hazbin husk #hazbin vaggie #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel #hazbin lute #x reader #420stoner

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saltofmercury · 1 year

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that break in post was adorbs 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 if ur reqs r closed just pls ignore this (except for the first part, ur writings gorgeous) but can i req an actual breakin scenario :o like w angst maybe- maybe going further in with reader’s feelings toward konig and his “different persona” after all that happens during an actual break in when theres genuine danger

thank u!!

“The Intruder”

Summary: An intruder comes into the house with König is home with you.

A/N: let me know if I hit or missed!

It had been over 4 months since the raccoon incident. The break-ins had stopped around your apartment, König had felt better with you staying at his place. Everything seemed to go back to normal again.

During this time, König had left on a small mission, returning back almost a month and a half later. He seemed different this time around, he was more on edge, always on guard, and protective. He seemed tense, always looking around his shoulder, looking out the window, at his surroundings, at the tops of his neighbors houses, down the street from his house, it was almost as if he were wishing something would come out.

You could sense him differently too. The way he had built a routine every night on shutting and locking his doors and windows. When walking and entering shopping malls or small restaurants he would enter first almost as if to make sure it was clear and then held the door for you and gently pushed you in with his hand on your lower back.

“We’re okay babe,” you would say to bring him back to reality, and he would nod back to you absentmindedly.

Then one night, it happened. The home you and König had made together, had been tarnished.

It was right before you went to bed, you were brushing your teeth when you heard something down the hall. König had been in bed already dozing off to whatever movie he had been trying to watch for the past week. You peeked outside the bathroom,

“Did you hear that?” You said with foam running down your mouth

He was still fixated on what was on the screen.

You spit out the foam and rinsed, you called out to him

“König?”

He looked up at you, dazed, then brought back to reality with glass breaking in the background.

It was with that sound that the König you slept next to was now replaced with König, from KorTac.

Almost as if he had anticipated this, König pushed himself out of bed, reached for a knife he had stored under his bedside table, pulled the mask to conceal his identity, and then the bat he had stashed in the closet.

“König what are you doing!? — wait!” He had grabbed you by the wrist and brought you aside towards the end of the bed.

“Shouldn’t we call the police?” You had to try to speak with a level head. Only you and König knew what was really waiting for the person.

“The police have nothing to do with this.” He spit out harshly, his accent coming out.

“This person comes into my home, they get to deal with me.”

Panic had bubbled into your stomach, beads of sweat behind your neck.

You heard a couple doors burst open, then one more door burst open, followed by a shrill of a voice unknown to you cry for help. You rushed to the voice.

In the middle of the living room, König had the stranger lifted up by the neck, 3 limbs moving in the darkness. You turned on the lights.

The bat König held was on the ground. You panicked, knowing König could kill the guy in an instant, you immediately began to think of a rational solution to all this. This wasn’t a KorTac mission, this was your home.

“I’ll call the police,” you began,

“I don’t need the police,” he spat out. His back still turned to you, “when I’m finished with him he’s going to have to pick up his guts.”

A chill ran through your body. This wasn’t the man you’ve shared a bed with. It wasn't the man you got to know these past months. You saw the man choking, barely moving, and rushed to his side.

“Please put him down” you pleaded, “You’re not out there right now you’re here with me.”

König dropped the man down roughly, the man coughing up and attempting to breathe again. König stood watch above the man, his gaze piercing through him, he quickly bent down towards him, the man winced in pain and fear.

You ran into the room to dial the police.

It wasn’t until the police arrived that you realized König had broken the man’s leg. The police took the report from König and collected the man, you took some breaths to collect yourself.

König had been sitting on the table playing with the knife. As if nothing had happened. Anxiety crawled back to your stomach. Would he have really killed a man inside his house?

“König—”

He wouldn’t look at you. It made you feel sick.

“K-König you could’ve killed him. In our h-home. In front of me.” You said softly. The picture of the man in a red face kept flashing back into your head.

König said nothing, toying with the knife in his hands.

“Aren’t you going to say anything? Does it not worry you that you could’ve done that in front of me?”

He peered up at you, “I told you what I was, what I was capable of.” Closing the knife up.

It sent chills down your spine. You suddenly feared to be near this person. You were terrified. Turning towards him and spoke softly,

“I’m gonna go home, I think it would be best for us to get some space after tonight.”

He didn't speak a word or try to stop you. Just as the man had encountered pain and fear from König, you just left with the same.

#könig #konig call of duty #konig x y/n #könig x reader #ask #könig drabble?#call of duty

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cyziel · 1 year

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i'm thinking about yosuke again and it makes me so annoyed because of how hard atlus dropped the ball with him. it's very obvious that they made his character arc with the intention of him being a closeted high schooler in the year 2011 that struggles with internalized homophobia who learns to finally accept himself, but then randomly decided to cut out the payoff to all of the setup so it just makes him extremely homophobic. the whole game is about accepting the part of yourself that you hate, and yosuke coming to terms with his bisexuality throughout the course of the story fits into that theme perfectly.

it's small stuff like this and so many other moments that make much more sense with the context of him originally being planned on having a romance route. he projects his idea of "manliness" and what's "right" onto both others and himself to make up for the social stigma placed onto him by society; he's trying to convince himself that he's "normal" so he can fit in. him feeling ostracized because he's the manager of junes' son is a blatant parallel to this, and the two of them could've easily been intertwined.

youtube

"i like you" in japanese is "ore, omae ga suki da" 《俺、お前が好きだ》 -> known as the most common form of a love confession in japan and is almost always used romantically, especially given the context

this is an obviously repressed queer kid who has been struggling to grasp his sexuality and growing feelings for yu; there is so much subtext throughout the game that has all culminated to this moment—or at least, should've culminated to this moment. but it didn't.

funnily enough, i don't think it was atlus projecting their bigotry onto him at first until p4g, but making a genuine attempt at a good character arc that, much like the rest of persona 4, misses the mark in the worst way possible despite being so close to saying something meaningful (cough kanji and naoto). it's like they chickened out at the last second, but "forgot" to take out the parts that just make him a homophobic asshole with the context removed—and then even doubled down on it in p4g lmao. the thing i'm confused about is that hoshino (the former director of the persona series who is extremely disgusting and bigoted) was... already in the company when the lines were recorded??? so i'm baffled as to why they were allowed to come up with it in the first place before deciding against it.

this could've been really great and realistic representation that could've helped other queer people who were going through the same thing yosuke was—especially in the year 2008—and i'm super disappointed that they decided to cut it. persona 4 is about confronting the problematic elements about yourself, and i cannot think of a greater example of this than yosuke and his internalized homophobia.

(bonus: the closet is made out of glass)

#persona 4 #yosuke hanamura #souyo #persona #mine #long post #hardcore yosuke defender he's my special little guy #meta

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rallentando1011 · 3 days

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Somnambulant Soulmates (rise Donnie x gn reader)

Chapter Warning : threats, self-neglect

Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Word Count: 1859

The saccharine savor of saturated soda.

A coppery taste laid pungent on your tongue.

A birthday party.

Concrete but harshly into your skin, the pavement cold, harsh.

Flashes of movie nights and spontaneous excursions and too many late nights spent in a lab and unmistakable looks of betrayal.

Your head was plagued by a dull, throbbing pain, extremities felt all-but-atrophied, throat scratchy with dehydration-

You coughed.

If the resulting thick cloud of dust and dirt beside your head didn’t clue you in, the unsavory feel of the - floor? - ground certainly revealed that you weren’t at home, in the lair, anywhere familiar, for that matter.

It took genuine effort to open your eyes. But despite the difficulty of it-

Wait, where were you?

You blinked rapidly; your vision and mind became increasingly more lucid as you processed - this genuinely wasn’t home or the lair or any place you’d seen in your entire life.

Panic was the worst thing you could do. It was also the easiest.

Worry settled in the pit of your stomach, but instead of allowing whatever sparse contents of your intestines to spill over the silt-like ground, you swallowed, pushed yourself up on aching limbs, surveyed the dim room you inhabited.

The walls consisted of thick concrete blocks, dusty, drab, barren. A small divet in the wall revealed an exposed bathroom of sorts, though its contents were rudimentary at best: a toilet with the complexity and basic mechanics of a chamber pot, a rusty faucet and a drain. There was almost no light, save for the only miniscule source of light a barred cell window on the door.

Door.

Before you could process it, you were upon the door, pushing and pulling in the off chance it was unlocked and you could go scot-free.

It wasn’t.

Okay, time to try something else.

Looking around the room for anything useful sounded promising. It was at least something to do.

You trailed the perimeter like a hyper animal, searching for vulnerabilities or secret levers or buttons or anything that could be of use. The best you could find were sharp pebbles and stones which, okay, in a pinch those might be able to injure or distract someone. Not the best resource but, either to feel more secure or out of genuine regard for the rocks, you slipped them in your pocket.

Some sort of mental warning bell began to ring, a meager voice in the back of your signaling some sort of change or imminent threat.

You swung back around to face the door, your ears perked up, your arms prickled with goose-flesh.

A rhythmic clack sounded from outside the door, the sound vaguely reminiscent of how superintendents in a school stalked down the hallway to penalize a student, the footsteps intent, menacing.

The noise came to a halt in front of your door with an ominous click.

You looked out of the door’s window. The view was no longer just a bare hallway. Someone was there. No one other than the one responsible for your impromptu incarceration.

The spider.

Well, at the moment she didn’t quite look like the spider, down about four feet and a few inches and six legs.

In human form she was less physically daunting, but her predatory persona, wicked grin, not to mention her notorious track record, all classified her as a force to be reckoned with.

“Hello,” was all she said, smug and all too bubbly.

You scowled. Even with all of your ailments, you found quite enough energy to be upset.

“Why are you even here? To gloat?”

Her lack of response and never-changing predatory grin were enough of an answer to you.

You scoffed before she finally said something of substance.

“Big Mama always gets what she wants. That’s not what your confuzzled little mind should be concerning itself with.”

“Really? What pressing matter should have my attention then?”

“Oh, how jocular,” the woman snickered condescendingly. “Perhaps your own well being, hm? Or maybe the turtle’s?”

You clenched your jaw.

Big Mama seemed delighted.

“There exist strict lines between business and personal matters, and you seem to have tangled yourself up in that wobbly web. Frankly, I find scenarios such as yours to be positively scrumptious, and I can scarcely wait for it to unfold.

“After all the flim-flam and busywork and contracts are signed, it’ll be high time to rid myself of all the dispensable details, superfluous items such as yourself.”

“What?” you retracted, shrinking away from the door as if that could save you from whatever the arachnid was talking about.

Big Mama’s amusement as she turned away made it abundantly clear it wouldn’t.

“You broke your end of the deal; it’s null and void. It’s precisely what you’re soon to be: terminated.”

And with that, she walked away, the clicks and clacks of her steps doing nothing to help stop the sinking feeling of impending doom filling the cell.

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A few hours had passed. And then a day. Two, maybe. It was easy to lose track of time in the lab, with the fluorescent lighting and the droning whir of machines and soul crushing sadness still thick in the air and whatnot.

Donnie hadn’t drank. Hadn’t slept. Hadn’t eaten, save for a poptart Mikey’d brought him. Actually, the poptart may have been illusoryâ€¦

But never mind that, he had more pressing matters to think about and/or actively try to ignore: his emotions.

Yeah. It was unbearable.

Betrayed wasn’t quite the word for what he was feeling, even though he certainly had been; you had to trust someone to be betrayed by them, and he wasn’t quite up to admitting(strike through) saying that yet.

Devastated might suffice. Destitute could also work. Deprived, depraved, despairingâ€¦

Okay, at that point his thoughts were merely for alliteration’s sake, not to mention rather pathetic, but that was beside the point.

But in all honesty, it hurt. Some weird ping of pain in his chest, a dull, persistent ache that hadn’t fled since you left.

Closing himself in the lab proved unsuccessful in dealing with his emotions. Scrolling mindlessly on his phone failed to redress the issue as well. He couldn’t even muster up the energy to work on anything.

With his typical means of squandering emotions proven futile, he was forced to try to come to terms with them.

Ugh, emotions. Needlessly complex and complicatedly useless.

By then, he almost felt numb trying to understand how to feel. It’s just- spending immense amounts of time with somebody was, to put it briefly, extremely validating. Most people sought his company out of convenience or necessity, asking for something to be made or fixed or a crime to be thwarted or just dealing with him because he was part of a “package deal” with his siblings. It was exhausting.

Then you came along and seemed to genuinely want to hang out with him and let him explain his works and it felt good. It felt really good.

Just your presence, just that alone, assured him that some people, or at least one specific person, enjoyed him as he was, liked his company as-is.

Then you admitted it was all under false pretenses.

There it was: the classic feeling of triumph followed by a rug pull of his expectations.

It was devastating.

Welp, that was enough emotional struggle for the day. Helplessly, Donnie plopped his head back into his desk, not even moving to check if anything fell due to the rattle of the table his action caused, and closed his eyes in a restless break.

Suddenly, the whooshing sound of the door coming open startled him back to reality, slowly lifting his head from the cool metal.

Bouncy footsteps moved toward him and a familiar someone plopped in the chair beside him.

“Hey D, have you seen-”

“No, I have not,” Donnie answered April flatly, already knowing the subject - you. “I texted that earlier.”

April shook her phone for emphasis as she kicked her shoes up on the desk. “You didn’t reply. And you didn’t answer when I called.”

“Well. I’d intended to.”

“What’s going on, D?”

He crossed his arms, hugging his oversized hoodie closer to himself. “Nothing is ‘going on.’ Everything’s happy-go-lucky, sunshine and rainbows.”

They stared at each other blankly for a moment until April let out a ‘yeesh.’

“Someone’s in a mood. Did y’all get in a fight or something?”

“Like I said, everything’s fine. Must’ve just left for somewhere else inconspicuously after coming here.”

April deadpanned. “So it makes sense for someone just infatuated with you and who had lunch reservations with me today to drop off the face of the earth?”

“It’s not infatuation! Whatever we have- had, was nothing. I meant nothing.”

A gentle hand rested on his forearm. He shuddered. It retreated.

“Soâ€¦ you guys had a fight?”

“To some degree, yeah. And before you say it, it was not my fault.”

April looked unimpressed. Unconvinced.

So Donnie said the only thing that could prove it: everything you had confessed the last time he saw you.

April listened quietly, pensively, solemnly. Eventually, she spoke up politely.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures. None of that was right, legally or morally or in any way, and I’m not saying we have to forgive right now,” she took in a cautious breath, “but something bad could’ve happened, and we should look into that.”

Donnie furrowed his brow. “Pardon?”

“Do you think Big Mama, organized crime boss Big Mama, is above kidnapping or blackmail?”

Huh. He hadn’t thought of that.

April continued. “Look, regardless of mistakes made and secrets kept, we shouldn’t abandon our,” Donnie shot her a testy look, “at least my, friend. We can talk about the whole feelings and deceit mumbo jumbo once we make sure everyone’s safe. And if everything’s fine, you can at least get some closure?”

Donnie pouted for one, two, three seconds before sighing.

“Fine. Why don’t you go fetch the ruffians so they can get caught up on the sitch?”

“Sure thing.”

The moment April left the room to get his brothers, he whipped out his phone and pulled up one of his self-made applications.

Now, some may consider tracking locations without people knowing as immoral or illegal or whatever, but it proved more useful than not, right?

Unfortunately - fortunately? - he had your location and-

Oh.

That was odd.

According to his, highly accurate and precise, records, your location was the Nexus - he rolled his eyes until he saw when it was last updated.

Nearly a full 24 hours ago.

Donnie sucked in a breath through gritted teeth; that was not good.

He wouldn’t admit it aloud, but April might’ve been right.

Something terrible happening was becoming more and more likely.

Quickly, the cogs and gears in his mind began to turn, devising a plan of action, just in case that anxious thought proved to be correct.

At least it would give him something to do. You were probably fine, anyway, even if he felt prickles of nerve-wracking dread down his spine, and it didn’t hurt to check.

Not that he cared anymore anyway. Definitely not.

(Taglist~

@rottmntsimp

@envyjmoney

@niphredil-14

@hamthepan

@valeave

@hahahhahananan

(I was right, I’m posting this from prom lol))

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licorice-tea · 4 months

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I’m A Ghost Of You, You’re A Ghost Of Me Pt. 3

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x reader

Content: slow burn relationship, fluff, some platonic Usopp and reader, mentions of weapons, strawhat!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: sigh i kind of struggled with this part, idk why but i just didn’t feel super proud of the writing? butttt i really enjoyed the ending bit, so hopefully you do too! there might be some edits made later, and i think there will be around 2 more parts after this? anyway, lmk what you think! <3

Part 2 • Part 4

Nami proposes a plan to split up in pairs and look for the swordsman, so as to cover more ground faster without the risk of running into trouble alone. You admire her ability to think ahead and prepare for any possibility- it’s something you, as a child of nobility with a more comfortable upbringing, never really developed.

Everyone sort of pairs off, and you decide to follow Usopp. You enjoy his humor and get to know him as the two of you search for Zoro. This leases you to learn that he’s an inventor, something of a demolitions expert, and he left his home to become a brave warrior of the sea, all of which you find admirable.

After a while of wandering around the island, you and Usopp come to a steep incline. It’s a natural hill, but you notice that if you were to walk around the base to the other side, you’d find a set of stairs. He wants to go around and use said stairs, but you’re sure you’d be able to make it to the top faster by simply hiking up. So with the promise of meeting at the top, you get to hiking the steep hill, and he runs off to climb the stairs instead. As someone who has gotten used to scaling walls as a method of escaping in order to run off in the past… this is an easy feat to you.

And sure enough, you reach the top of the hill in less than 3 minutes or so. It’s a lovely sight to take in; covered in grass and a few patches of flowers and other flora, as well as-

“It’s you!” You’re so excited to see the man before you that you call out to him before you’ve even crossed the expanse of the hill to meet him.

He turns to look at you, “It’s… Damn, you look different.”

“Do I?” You look down at the clothes you’re wearing, not quite so “let me try to blend in with the civilians of this island in hopes I’m not caught by marines and brought back home” anymore. Instead, your outfit fits your personality and taste- it’s much less dull, so you can see what he means. Also, you’ve changed your hairstyle a little. In short, everything about you just seems more fitting, rather than having the feel of someone who isn’t yet sure of themselves like you had a year ago. You spin as if to further show off these changes and agree with a smile, “Hm, I guess so.”

There it is again- your smile. Zoro has held on to the memory of you as best as he could, not that you were ever easy to forget, but images in his mind are nothing compared to the real thing.

When he doesn’t respond, seemingly lost in thought, you go on; “I’m happy to see you again-“

“You are?” Then he coughs awkwardly, realizing he sounds all too eager for his disciplined and focused persona.

You laugh- “Yeah, I never got the chance to repay you.”

“Repay me?” Zoro scoffs, “For what?”

A soft smile graces your features; “For letting me go.”

He shakes his head and looks down for a moment, as if thinking. “You don’t owe me anything.”

“Hah!” As if you’d let such a life changing action go. No; you had good enough manners to know favors should be returned. “Well, at least let me introduce myself properly this time,” you extend a hand to shake his, “I’m y/n.”

Zoro smirks and shakes your hand- his grip is tight, but not uncomfortable. “Roronoa Zoro.”

Usopp finally catches up with the two of you, and all three of you begin heading back toward the docks to meet the others. After a while, the swordsman speaks up.

“So, how much convincing did it take for Luffy to get you to join?”

“Not much. I’ve kind of just been doing my own thing for a year now so… I’m excited to be a part of something.”

“You should’ve seen them Zoro!” Usopp move in between you two and slings an arm around both of your shoulders. “We found them in a bar, and then a marine challenged them to a duel and we were all like GASP!” You giggle at his exaggerated storytelling, and he continues; “Then Luffy was like ‘I bet you could beat him!’ so they were just like ‘sure, why not!’ And we all went outside and it was like a Western showdown- The marine drew his gun and the mighty archer, y/n, drew their bow…”

By the time Usopp is finished explaining how you came to be a part of the crew, the dock is in sight along with the rest of the Straw Hats. “And at last, they knocked back their arrow and- BAM! The arrow bent his gun out of shape! Can you believe it Zoro?”

He shrugs, “Well is that what happened?”

When you realize the question is directed at you, you smile sheepishly. “Uh… Sure! pretty much, at least.”

Once the three of you reach the dock, all seven board the ship. Luffy is overjoyed to have his crew assembled to take on the Grand Line, so Sanji cooks a huge meal for all of you to enjoy. Eventually all the plates are cleaned and cleared, and the clouds in the sky are overtaken by night stars.

“I can take watch for the night.” You offer to your new crewmates, but Nami says that Zoro probably is already. So, you decide to join him when she shows you to the crow’s nest. Before entering, you knock on the wooden trapdoor, then open it up.

Zoro sees the top of your head and offers a hand to help pull you up into the crow’s nest, which you thank him for.

“No problem.”

For a while you simply watch the sea, which is very calm tonight. It leads you to thinking of another night where the sea was calm and the stars bright. The same night you met Zoro when he came to deliver you back to your parents- but even then you’d been too confident (in both his kindness and your own skills) to feel scared. You just get good vibes from him- like he makes you feel safe. So you look over at him, but find that he’s already looking at you. He smiles and you return the smile, albeit a little softer and overwhelmingly endeared-looking. Finally, you break the silence

“So… from a pirate hunter to a pirate- how did that happen?”

Zoro shrugs, “Luffy’s a good captain. I wouldn’t just join any crew, ya know.”

“Hm, same here.”

“Now, nobility to a pirate is a much bigger change, if you ask me.”

“Ah,” you give him a sarcastically sweet smile, “I didn’t.”

This causes Zoro to bark out a laugh. It’s the first time you’ve seen him laugh, you realize, and you’re hooked. He looks so much less imposing like this; full of joy instead of his usual, very focused demeanor. You find yourself giggling as well.

“Tell me, y/n, did you really put a dent in a gun with some flimsy arrow?”

“Like I said, I’m pretty good.”

“I’d like to see for myself.”

“I’m sure you will, eventually.” He huffs through his nose, and you continue, “I haven’t seen you using any of your three swords, either.”

“You will. Eventually.”

You accept Zoro’s statement with a nod. “I don’t think I ever thanked you, properly-“

“You don’t owe me, y/n.”

“I know, you keep saying that, but- you changed my life!” He whips his head around to look at you again, and you continue, “I mean it; I wouldn’t be a part of this crew… hell, I wouldn’t be anywhere but back in my room if it weren’t for you.”

Zoro maintains eye contact for a moment, then gives you an offer you can’t refuse. “Alright, you can buy me a drink at the next island we stop on.”

This makes your cheeks feel warm, though you try not to let the shock be too evident in your features. He must pick up on it through your silence anyway. “What? You wanna repay me, right?”

You nod, “Mhm.”

“So, it’s a date. Go get some rest, I’ve got this covered.”

That night, you try not to giggle and kick your feet too loudly for the sake of your crewmates who are fast asleep. It’s hard though, when your already massive crush is being egged on- and by the crush in question!

Now you just have to make it into the Grand Line and stay alive long enough to go on that date.

#one piece x reader #one piece x you #fanfic #one piece #x reader #zoro x reader #zoro x you #roronoa zoro #zoro #zoro x y/n #slow burn #fluff #zoro fluff

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fangbangerghoul · 13 days

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15 Lines of Dialogue Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

Thank you for the tag @bearlytolerant!!!

Ghoul looking badass as usual.

15 lines will be below the cut!

These are from a little bit of everything that contain Ghoul.

1. “No, I didn’t see how it was relevant” They responded trying to shut it down. 2. “What’s…what’s the strangest encounter that you’ve had?” Ghoul asked curiously. 3. “It doesn’t matter they are dead.” She said flatly as she pulled an olive sweater on that she had found and a pair of loose cargo pants. 4. “I don’t remember asking for homework to stay here.” She said in defense, and he let out a small chuckle before returning to his Leader of the Crimson Fleet persona. 5. “Welcome back. I am already feeling myself becoming less-.” Ghoul’s hands greedily ran up the sides of her curves and back down to her lovely thighs. “Lonely. Do I get a name for tonight or should I make one up?” 6. “The only pretty little thing is going to be your cock on the side of the street if you don't step the fuck back.” Ghoul growled as she parted her feet slightly trying to subtly reposition the weight of her body. 7. “I had it under control.” Ghoul said getting defensive and crossing her arms. 8. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want answer’s too.” Ghoul muttered with the same annoyance she had towards him earlier. 9. “Would you like to do the honors?” She invited him to a caged match with a playful smile. 10. “LET ME GO” Her voice was guttural and hoarse, from the rage and the dehydration. “I WANT TO FUCKING KILL THEM ALL! EVERY FUCKING PERSON OUT THERE!” 11. “You’re cool.” She said with finger guns held up and sounding a bit defeated at not being able to find normal words. 12. “I can’t do both?” She asked sarcastically before she just placed her head on his chest, surrendering to her original plan. 13. “4000 and if you can wear something pretty, I’ll dine you before I bend you over.” Her words were as smooth as the shot she was about to take. 14. “Fucking kill me already.” She said to herself with such boredom that it made the corner of her lips curve slightly. 15. “Are you fucking satisfied yet? Or do you want me to moan your name too?” Ghoul coughed out hoarsely and spit a bit of blood onto the floor.

Hopefully these are a window into her soul. A lot of these you can check out from my Masterpost that have links to my AO3 content.

I'll tag: @avani-telvanni @eridanidreams @therealgchu @booburry @spookyspecterino @5oh5 @toxiclizardwrites @order-of-the-eye

#ghoul vibes only #15 lines of dialogue #oc #starfield fanfiction #bg3 fanfiction

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redhead-batgal · 2 years

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Hey! Can I request a Damian Wayne x reader with extreme prompt number 4 ( “You could have died!” “Yes, and everyone would have been better off right?” ) where the ending is just a load of fluff???

Tysm <3333

Type: One-shot

Pairing: Fem! and Vigilante! Reader x Damian Wayne/Robin

Content: Language, angst angst baby, sooooo much fluff, very fluffy

Prompts: ⚔ 4: “You could have died!” “Yes, and everyone would have been better off right?”

Word Count: 6,625

Y/N: Your Name, L/N: Last Name, V/N: Vigilante Name

P.S: Technical aged up Damian

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There are many different kinds of people in this life. People who you will encounter and will stay with you for years, days, months, hours and some for a few seconds. Amongst the different kinds of people are the people who chose you, the people you chose, the people who are forced away from you and the people you are bound to. For the longest time you thought you had only people from the first three categories in your life, you thought wrong.

It was a simple mission, do recon and gain some insights on a possible target. Learn about him, his habits and schedule. After a few weeks of surveillance, you were beginning to get restless. Not matter who tried to get themselves in his path he barely regarded them.

With a party he was throwing coming up, the Justice League was getting near as restless as you were. They didn’t exactly know what to do, majority of the people they had, they sent to try and capture his attention only to fail. Now with practically no one left they turned to you. You were supposed to go under cover at the party and charm the man, it wasn’t that difficult a mission, but there was one problem.

“No,” Bruce Wayne shook his head.

“Come on Bruce!” You pleaded, “This is finally a chance to prove myself. I promise I can do it, trust me.”

Bruce sighed and rubbed his forehead before turning towards your partner in crime, in and out of the mask. Giving his youngest son a questioning look. Crossing his arms Damian looked away from his father for just a second to you. Your eyes were wide, and he shook his head.

“I don’t like it,”

You scowled and rolled your eyes, “Of course you don’t. It’s as if it’s the two of yours mission to prevent me from even becoming a full blown member of the Titans.”

You hadn’t yet become a member due to inexperience, it would take at least another year of vigilantism for them to even consider letting you join them. However if you were to successfully complete a under cover mission, well let’s just say you had high hopes they might be a little more willing to let you even come a candidate.

Taking in a breath you tried to take on a diplomatic persona. If you were going to get what you want you have to be serious about it.

“There isn’t any other girl you can send that he won’t know about. I’m the best option.”

Neither Bruce nor Damian looked convinced and you held back a snarl. If they would just trust you... no, no. You were asking a lot, to go off on your own... but what if you weren’t on your own.

“What if,” You began holding out a hand, “someone went with me. Of course not a girl, but one of the guys came with me. You could pick any of them-”

Before you could finish Bruce hummed and nodded his head as he were contemplating it. Then he rubbed his face. His eyes flickered to Damian for a moment.

“You would need someone who could blend in at the party, someone who is good at improvising.” He mused.

“Well, there goes Jon and Colin.” You sighed.

Damian snorted at first then stopped himself coughing. He shot you a glare and you smiled slightly. Bruce let out a slight huh, before he leaned back in his chair.

“You will need someone you can trust, someone who can get you into the party... someone you are in sync with.”

You blinked in confusion and Damian cursed. He shook his head and took a step back. You didn’t exactly understand what was going but Damian appeared to. Bruce smiled slightly and he shook his head before pushing himself to his feet.

“Damian will go with you.”

Shaking you head you ignored the burning gaze on your neck and began to protest, “What? No, he can’t he’s, he’s-”

Bruce interrupted you without hesitation, “He’s a perfect fit. He can blend in a party, he’s used to improvising, you trust him and are partners on patrol. Most of all he’s my son, so he can get the two of you in.”

“What if he doesn’t want to? What if he won’t?”

You looked to see Damian glaring at his father, his jaw locked and face tight. You highly doubted Damian would, he seemed to be determined to keep you at the little kid's table. probably because he only saw you as one.

“He will.”

You blinked opening your mouth to reply only to close it and shake your head. But why? He won't do it willingly that's for sure-

“Is that an order?”

Damian's voice broke the silence in the room causing you to turn fully towards him. Arms crossed and body stiff he met his father's gaze. Bruce sighed, sinking back into his chair.

"I won't force you, Damian. But... honestly, you're the only person I trust to help Y/N."

The silence returned more suffocating then before and you fidgeted. Nerves strung up so tight someone could use them as a guitar, you forced a breath out. Damian was going to say no, you knew it. He was going to say no and you weren't going to be able to go on the mission. It was either going to end with someone else doing it or completed in a different way.

Damian let out a sigh and you made eye contact with him. He furrowed his brow, and you bit your lip nearly pleading with your eyes. Scowling he broke the eyes contact and closed his eyes. Dropping his arms to his sides he sighed again.

"Fine."

Fine, fine! He said fine~! You were going on the mission. A smile split across your face, and you bounced slightly before taking in a breath trying to calm yourself. You couldn't overreact, that would just make them doubt you. Doubt what you could do and that you could actually complete this mission.

"There is a party he's hosting next week. The two of you need to prepare for it."

Bruce moved papers around on his desk before picking one up and looking it over. He hummed slightly before looking at you.

"It's a masquerade party. Selina hopefully will be able to help find an outfit for you, Y/N."

You let your smile loose as you took a step towards Bruce's desk. Eyes shining and heart racing.

"I can go and talk to her now! Can I?"

Bruce nodded slowly and Damian grumbled something under his breath. Ignoring him you turned and dashed out of the room bouncing as you went.

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Patrol right before going on a mission seemed stupid, however if anyone had any suspicions about Damian being Robin and you being V/N, the sight of your vigilante forms out on patrol while civilian forms went to a party would dismiss any and all of them.

Excitement seemed to pulse and flush every part of your body. Heart race and cheeks pink, breath quick and fingers dancing. You were ready to go and change so you could make your way to the party. And then make your way into the Titans.

It seemed however, that Damian was having second thoughts about going with you on the mission. Quietly seething by you he was your exact opposite.

Bouncing across the rooftop you let out a squeal. With only seemed to irritated Damian further then you usually irritated him. Springing over towards him you landed on the heels of your feet. Rocking between them and your toes you leaned over and bumped Damian.

"What's going on with you?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing, nothing? Are you sure Mr. grumpy puss?"

Damian turned to your and raised an eyebrow. His scowl dropping as he opened his mouth for a moment.

"Mr. Grumpy puss?"

Rolling your eyes, you rolled onto the balls of your feet before shrugging.

"I think the nickname fits you perfectly."

A scoff of sorts escaped from Damian, and you smiled at him wildly. Bouncing your eyebrows, you laughed and rolled feet over head onto your butt.

Letting out a sigh you stared up at the sky. The stars were bright, probably due to the clean skies program Wayne industries instituted.

"Do you know any constellations Mr. Grumpy puss?"

Damian sighed, hearing the sound of his feet-his heavy boots moving across the rooftop. Moving over to you he sank next to you and pointed at a star.

"That's the north star, if you know where it is."

You smiled staring up at the stars, the dazzling colors of lights in the sky.

Suddenly there was a buzzing over the comms and you sat up, eyebrow raised.

"V/N, Robin, it's time."

Smiling brightly, you went to jump to your feet only to have Damian yank you back.

You turned to look at him, brow raised, and face twisted.

"What?"

"We are not to be seen leaving!" He hissed in reply

You rolled your eyes waving a hand. He sighed and the two of you began crawling across the ground towards the fire escape.

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The dress... it was strange, a vibrant color. Which would definitely stand out at the ball. Of course, you knew there wasn't really a dress code, but it was more of a social thing. Black and white. The dress and mask matched nearly perfectly, and you looked yourself over in the mirror.

You looked... beautiful. And you truly felt beautiful.

Pulling at loose strands you smiled. Only to have Selina whack your hand away from your hair and playfully point a finger at you.

"No touching. You might mess something up."

You nodded and she gently applied the finishing touch. A light gloss on the makeup. Pulling away she smiled and spun you around.

"Now you look ravishing dear. Simply stunning enough to get a whole room around your finger."

A blush raced across your cheeks, and you looked down. You were a bit nervous, though you'd never admit it.

"L/N, Miss Kyle, hur-please hurry up!"

Damian's voice echoed into your ears and a smile curled onto Selina's face as she pushed her tongue along the line of her mouth. Looking towards the door she laughed slightly.

"This is going to be interesting."

Linking arms with you, she began pulling you towards the door and opened it. Leaning in, her breath fanned across your neck, and you swallowed.

"Are you ready to catch a bird my dear little adoptive kitten?"

You gave her a confused look and mad it to the top of the stairs. Below you saw Bruce standing behind a pacing Damian. The second your heeled foot touched the stairs, Damian turned to look at you.

He went still and his brow furrowed even more. Mouth pressing into a line he swallowed and reached up running a hand across his ear.

By the time you made it to the bottom of the stairs you spotted Barabra, Cass and Duke chatting with Alfred.

"Hello," You said somewhat meekly, "how do I look?"

While you believed Selina you wanted unbiased people to give you, their opinions. Cass smiled and gave you a thumbs up and Barabra softly nodded.

"You look lovely Y/N. I think you're going to do great."

Duke nodded, "Yeah! You're gonna kick butt."

Smiling at him you reached over, fist raised only to have him bump it and hear a 'tt' sound. Turning you met Damian's eyes and watched as he looked you over with a clearly critical eye.

"You look- it-. It will work. I guess."

Turning away from you he crossed his arms, scowling. Maybe you didn't look nearly as good as you felt? As you thought. Maybe everyone was just being nice? You didn't know but you weren't going to let Damian's opinion weigh you down.

Walking around the corner Steph appeared. She looked up from her phone and took a glance at you before looking back down only to do a double take.

"Hubba-hubba Y/N, you look hot!"

A blush raced across your cheeks, and you smiled. Before you could reply Steph walked over to Damian and elbowed him.

"Doesn't see look amazing Damian?"

Damian scowled and shot Steph a glare. She leaned on him and he huffed pulling away. Her eyebrow raised and a twisted smile curling up the side of her face you had a suspicion that she was planning something.

"She looks fine."

Steph's smile slid off of her face and she crossed her arms. Opening her mouth to say something only for Barabra to touch her shoulder and shake her head.

Shaking his own head Damian offered his hand out to you.

"We need to hurry, we're already late."

You rolled your eyes but pulled away from Selina and took Damian's hand. Looking back, you caught Selina wink and took in a breath. You can do this. Selina thought you could have an entire room around your finger, so why not play into it?

"Oh dear, were not. You're a Wayne you never can be late. Everyone else is just early. "

Damian's grip on your hand tightened for a moment before he pulled you closer. He let go and offered his arm to you. You accepted and gave everyone one final look.

"Bye," you said with a wink.

Steph pressed a hand to her chest and another to her forehead before letting out a loud gasp and falling against Duke.

Laughter escaped you and you turned back towards the door. You were ready for anything... well maybe not anything but close to it.

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Much to your surprise little to no one noticed your late arrival. Though you did catch many people's glances at you. Probably because of the color of your dress but it didn't matter.

Damian and you entered the room and music was playing with servers walking around. It looked almost exactly like a scene from a book.

Dangling lights, people dressed in silks, furs and silver. Walls decorated with murals and stained glass in every window.

“Wow,” You breathed, “this is amazing.”

It was stunning, beautiful and whimsical all at once.

“I don’t know why you’re so stunned.” Damian muttered pulling you closer to him as you passed through the crowd, “Father hosts parties all the time.”

Showing you bumped him slightly before leaning in and whispering, “Yes but those are burning parties. This is wonderful, it’s- I am at a loss for words I can’t explain how wonderful just the look of this is. If you want me to be amazed by a Wayne party do something like this.”

Damian snorted before loudly remarking, “Fine we’ll get this place just for you.”

You gave Damian a confused look for a moment before deciding to go along. Leaning on his arm you smiled causing him to go stiff for a moment

“You really will?”

Batting your eyelashes at him you smiled sweetly, Damian went still, and his breathing nearly stopped.

Elbowing him you kept your eyes on him and he blinked. Clearing his throat, he looked at you and nodded.

"Of course."

His voice was softer and for a moment it felt like the whole room was staring. Letting out a breath you pulled away from him smiling.

"Yay."

Your heart seemed to skip a beat and Damian began guiding you towards a table. You stopped and sat down. Damian sank into a seat next to you and you looked eagerly towards the dance floor.

"Should we dance?"

Damian shook his head and looked out on the dance floor eyes narrowed.

"No, here is a perfect vantage point."

You opened your mouth to say something when Damian locked his jaw. He looked... upset seemed too weak a word to use. Maybe questioning him wasn't the best idea right now.

A song passed as the two of you sat in silence. A waiter walked over carrying a tray of drinks and offered you one. You reached out to take it only for Damian to wave him away. The waiter continued on his way, and you let out an irritated sigh.

Another song passed, and a man in a black suit a few years older then the two of you walked over. He smiled as Damian and stretched out his hand.

"Wayne, it's good to see you. How's your father?"

Damian took the man's hand begrudgingly and shook it. Through clenched teeth he replied.

"You as well, my father had business to attend to elsewhere, so he was unable to accompany us tonight."

The man blinked and looked to you. Damian froze for a moment before gesturing to the man.

"This is Felix Christan. An associate of my father's."

The name sounded familiar but the way Damian treated him seemed cold, distant. Maybe he was just a Wayne industry associate.

Felix clapped Damian on the shoulder looking you over with a smile, "Oh don't be like that Wayne."

He looked to you and smiled, "Our fathers worked together for a while. Mine is currently training me to be the CEO for when he retires. But let's talk about something fun, important."

"Which would be?" You asked an eyebrow raised.

"Who you are." Felix smiled and Damian went stiff again.

You blinked and pointed at yourself, "Me?"

"Yes, who are you?"

Your mind raced and you realized why the name seemed familiar. He was very close with the target. Talking to him might help you learn more information. Thinking back to what Selina told you, the advice she gave you paused.

"Mystery is very intriguing. So be mysterious if you want to capture attention."

“Nobody in particular.”

“I highly doubt that.”

The silence seemed to make Damian calm down. However, you decide to reply. Leaning on your arm you gave Felix a flirtatious smile.

"Really?"

He licked his lips leaning in a bit towards you and Damian clenched his fist. He probably didn't like the guy being so close to him. The dork had issues with things like that.

“Of course, how could a beautiful girl like you be no one? And with a Wayne at that. Though it seems you aren’t with a Wayne.”

It seemed Selina's advice was working, and Damian hadn't said anything so maybe it would be a good idea to continue... and mention you and Damian weren't really here together.

"Yeah, Bruce thought it'd be a good idea if Damian had a date. He's too much like his dad and needs some good publicity. So here I am."

Felix raised his eyebrows in surprise, and you winked at him. He laughed slightly as the band began starting up a new song. Looking behind him he pulled away from Damian. Then turning back to you he offered a hand.

"Then would you care for a dance?"

"She's busy." Damian snapped pushing Felix's hand away from you.

You turned towards Damian and raised an eyebrow a bitter smile on your face. Letting out a breath you turned back towards the man. Damian had been making you sit here almost all night. You were here for a reason, and if he was going to be stubborn... you'd have to fight dirty.

Pushing away from the table you reached out and grabbed Felix's limp hand.

"I'd love too, poor Damian get jealous easily. But he has not reason too. After all I'm just the date he ignores."

You didn't look behind you as Felix guided you to the dance floor and pulled you in rather close. You met his eyes and smiled.

"Why don't you tell me about yourself?" He asked as the song truly started.

He spun you and you crinkled your nose slightly shaking your head.

"Hmm, no. You tell me about you."

"Why?"

Felix looked confused and you laughed slightly leaning in towards him.

"Because you intrigue me. And... the more I learn about you, the more you'll learn about me."

"Fine, you know my name. What's yours?"

You hummed; happy your plan was working but also feeling the burning glare of Damian on your back.

"Hmm, nobody~"

"That can't be true. A woman as beautiful as you, has to have a name, maybe one as stunning as she it."

Laughing again you shrugged.

"A name is very personal. Tell me somethings and you might learn it."

"Alright, what do you want to know?"

Swirling and twirling across the dance floor you felt like you were a princess. Your heart beating faster as it seemed you cast a spell on Felix.

"Tell me about your work, I've vaguely heard things from the Waynes and want to know if their fact or fiction."

"Good things I hope." He nervously chuckled

You shrugged smiling somewhat coyly.

"Some, you are the son of a prominent man. A reputation would precede you."

Felix nodded and began speaking.

"I work for my father's company as you know, training to be CEO. Currently I'm handling the relations between other companies. Diplomacy and negotiating are things I've learned a lot about. And I get to rub shoulders with some of the biggest CEOs in the east."

You hummed, resisting the mischievous smile that wanted to work its way onto your face.

"So, you know the man who threw this party, Anson McCluntly? I wanted to ask him where he got such a lovely idea from. I was telling Damian that more parties should be like this. It's... incredible." "It isn't the only incredible thing tonight."

Heat flushed your cheeks, and you bowed your head biting your lip. This was probably the most any man had flirted with you in your entire life.

"You're too much, I'm not incredible."

"Beautiful, funny, and humble too. What is wrong with Wayne. You're a catch."

You laughed and Felix leaned in towards you. "If you want," He whispered, "I can get us into the office old man McCluntly keeps here."

"Really?" You asked eyes widening as a smile exploded on your face.

Felix's face seemed to flush, and he nodded. Around you people began to slow, and the dance came to an end.

"Yeah I-"

"Y/N!"

You snapped your head in the direction to see Damian storming over to you. He- did he call you by-. No no, he interrupted Felix that is more important right now.

"Y/N?" Felix asked cause you to blink.

You smiled and nodded, "My name. Sorry I wasn't the one to give it."

"I'm not, it's a... a name that fits it's owner."

You smiled more and Damian suddenly was beside you. Pulling away from Felix you sighed. He gave you a sympathetic smile and waved.

"I apologize. Looks like my date's getting a little jealous... I guess I'll see you late Felix."

"Bye, Y/N."

Allowing Damian to take your hand, you started walking back to the table only to have him pull you out into the hallway. Glaring he let out a slow breath.

"What. the. hell. was. that?"

Pulling away from him you crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow.

"What was what? Oh, you mean me actually doing the thing were here for?"

Damian took in a breath before clenching his fists and taking a step towards you.

"Flirting with Christan accomplishes nothing."

"It would have. If you hadn't pulled me away. Gosh, do you really think I'm so stupid I don't know what I 'm doing? If it weren't for you, we could be leaving within the hour."

Damian shook his head before locking his jaw.

"No, you wouldn't. You don't know Christan."

Letting out a laugh you looked at Damian shaking your head.

"And you do? Damian the only friends you have outside of the family are other her-"

Damian's hand clamped over your mouth, pushing against it so hard you ended up pressed against the wall. His breathing was erratic, and you swallowed.

He pulled away from you slightly. Just enough that you could see his face. For a moment or two, you just stared at each other. Letting out a slow breath you felt Damian lean in and you in took quickly. However, the sound of a door slamming caused him to flinch.

Leaning in Damian seemed to press his head against the wall. You felt his breath on your ear and-

"We are undercover," He hissed, "watch what you say."

With that he pulled away from you and stormed back into the party. With your heart in your throat, you breathed. Slowly and carefully collecting yourself. He-he was so close and- and- God did you like it?

Shaking your head, you forced the thoughts from your mind and looked around. You were in the hall, the hall that more then likely lead to McCluntly's office.

Which means you could end this mission a whole lot faster. Letting out a breath, you pushed yourself away from the wall and began walking.

Heels softly clacking on the ground you continued to walk looking around at the doors and found nothing. You knew a little about the architecture of the building. Tim had the blueprints laid out and you got a quick glance at them before being dragged away to get ready.

From what you remember, the office should be connected to a bathroom, which you would hide in if necessary. And it didn't appear that there were any bathrooms nearby at all. Letting out a sigh you turned the corner and looked at the walls still opening to find it.

Spinning around, you looked to see if you missed something. But it appeared everything was exactly as you saw before. Letting out a sigh you turned back around only to find someone standing right in front of you.

A man in black with a wire from his ear loomed above you and you laughed nervously.

"Hi."

"What are you doing back here?"

"Oh, I was looking for the bathroom. I asked someone earlier and they said it was just down the hall, but I think I got lost. Could you help me?"

The man blinked and tilted his head when you heard the sound of heavy and fast footsteps behind you. Turning you found Damian racing towards.

"There you are!" He exclaimed

Placing his hands onto your shoulders he made you face him before saying,

"I've been looking for you everywhere."

You blinked and he shot the man who you now realized was a guard a apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry about her," His grip on your shoulder tightened for a moment, "we'll be going now."

With that he pulled you away from the guard and down the hall. Pushing a door, you thought random open he yanked you through it and outside.

"What were you thinking?" He growled before the door even closed behind you.

"I was thinking," You began shoving away from him. "Of finishing- of doing what I'm here for."

“You could have died!”

“Yes, and everyone would have been better off right?”

Damian blinked in surprise, and you shook you head letting out a breath.

"God, Damian. Do you not think I know what you think of me?"

He swallowed before opening his mouth, but you kept pressing on.

"You think I'm a reckless child who has no fucking clue what she's doing. I know that you probably think without me this would all be easier. That this mission would have been a done deal. But damn it I'm not a child. I know what I'm doing and if you'd stop being a dick and getting in my fucking way this shit would be done!"

Panting you took in a breath, your cheeks hot and something spilling down them.

"I'm not an idiot, nor do I want anyone else to be put in danger. If you'd think for one moment, you'd realize I'm not useless!"

Damian just stared at you, and you let out a wordless scream before turning and yanking the door open. Storming inside you tried to force yourself to calm down but you couldn't.

Hot tears began spilling down your face and you found yourself hiccupping as you tried to stop from crying.

"Uh, Miss?"

You looked up and found a guard... the same one maybe? Standing in front of you.

"Are you alright?"

You shook your head, hiccupping more as sobs escaped you and you took in a breath.

"Do-do you have somewhere I could take a moment... just to calm down? I-i don't want anyone to see me like this."

The guard nodded and pointed down the hall.

"Bathroom's the third door on the left."

You nodded and hurried along the way. Muttering thanks and rubbing at your nose. After passing him you realized what had just happened.

The bathroom... you were walking towards the bathroom! The office was next to the bathroom.

You watched for a moment as a woman in a long dress hurried over to a door and pushed it open. Walking forwards you looked at the now locked door and the one next to it. Hearing a door open you hurried forwards and pulled the office doorknob. It slid smoothly down, and you pushed the door open. Hurrying into the room you closed the door behind you with a sigh.

You did it, you were in!

Moving carefully forwards, you walked around the dark room towards what you hopped was the computer. Sinking into a seat you reached out and felt a mouse.

Wiggling it, the screen lit up. Blinking you noted a sticky note on the side with messy handwriting on it and you tilted your head. Did he have his password on a stickynote?

A box appeared and you shrugged, typing in the word and hitting enter. A circle appeared for a few moments.

Loading, loading, loading.

~Welcome~

Success!

Yanking your bracelet off you twisted the clasp to reveal a USB drive. Plugging it into the computer you allowed access and proceeded to download the entire hard drive. It, much like Barabra told you, happened within five minutes.

~Complete~

Letting a smile appear on your face you pulled the hard drive out and went to log out when a box appeared on the screen.

~Do you want to erase this session? ~

You almost laughed and pressed yes. The screen flickered then began to go dark.

~Logging out~

Clipping your bracelet back on you pushed away from the desk and stood up. Returning the chair to where it belonged you began walking towards the door when you heard footsteps. Your breath caught and you tried to stop yourself from moving however your foot went down and twisted. The footsteps got louder, and you launched yourself for the nearest chair.

The door creaked open, and light spilled into the room and your stomach rolled. Sniffing you felt sobs still in your throat an- sobs!

That's it! Making your jaw tremble you felt tears spilling down your face and you let out a whimper as you began to cry again.

"What the fuck?"

Blinking you pretended to look up and towards the door. Wiping at your eyes you sniffed again.

"Why are you in here?" A blurry man asked, and you thanked whoever that your mascara had blurred your vision.

"I-" You began your voice trembling, "I'm so sorry I just... I needed a moment alone and the bathroom- someone was in there."

Sobbing some more, you pushed yourself to your feet and began walking towards the door.

"I'm- I'm really sorry I'll just- I'll just go."

A hand was suddenly blocking the way and you blinked to see the man's arm stopping you from continuing on.

"What happened?" He asked and part of you knew it wasn't out of concern.

Sniffing you shrugged and whimpered.

"My- my date. He and I- I thought we were together. We've been seeing each other for a while and- and- and I thought he was going to propose. In-instead he broke up with me."

Letting out a throat burning sob you leaned against the man and shook. Feeling a hand on you head you heard mumbling. Suddenly the man pulled you away from him and wince.

"I'm- I'm sorry that happened. Why don't I walk you out?"

You sniffed, wiping more tears from your ace before looking at the man who you now could see was McClunty.

"I couldn't. I mean you're being so nice after-after I came here without permission. I should have just waited for the bathroom."

Beginning to cry again you opened your mouth only to have McClunty stop you.

"it's alright. Really. Let's go out."

He offered his arm to you, and you looked up at him. Trying to seem as pitiful as possible. Sniffing you took his arm and swallowed.

"Tha-thank you. You're being so n-nice."

McClunty began guiding you from the office and you felt him shrug.

"Well... I. crying women are my weakness."

You sniffed some more and McClunty walked you through a door outside. Across the way you saw people filing out of the building towards cars. Looked like the party was over.

Amongst the midst of people, Damian stood looking around frantically. You sniffed and McClunty patted your arm.

"Will- will you be okay?"

You nodded and wiped at your eyes again, "I- I think I'll be okay. Th-thank you for being so nice Mr-?"

"McClunty," He filled in with a tight smile.

"Oh oh I am so sorry!" You lied

"No, no just. Try to have a good rest of you night."

You nodded and slipped away from McClunty before moving towards Damian. He spotted you and moved through the crowd.

"Y/N" He began reaching towards you, "Are- are you alright?"

Biting your lip, you internally reminded yourself to apologize for this. Raising you hand you swung it at his face. A crack echoed across the parking lot and a lot of people went quiet. Glaring at him you raised your chin.

"Take me home. Now."

Damian nodded and gestured towards a limo, his cheek red and eyes wide. Walking over to the limo, Damian opened the door and you climbed in. He closed the door and Alfred turned giving you a confused look. Damian climbed in and shut the door.

Alfred took off, you waited a moment or two, till you were sure you were out of sight to turn to Damian.

"Sorry," You winced staring at his cheek.

Damian looked to you, his brow furrowed, "What?"

You gestured to his cheek and grimaced. Hand fluttering by his face you swallowed a breath and put a hand to his cheek.

"For slapping you. I- i need to but still sorry."

Damian raised a hand, placing it over yours and tilted his head.

"But- but i deserved it."

You blinked and shook your head in confusion.

What?

"I- I ruined the mission and- and made you feel- I shouldn't have made you feel that way I am sorry. But you should know I do not think you are useless."

You blinked a few times and a breath escaped you in shock. You opened you mouth to speak but Damian continued on.

"You are not useless L/N. And I do not see you as a child. You are..." He paused looking your face over, "Annoying."

A snort escaped you and Alfred chuckled before Damian's face and ears flushed.

"Real charming Wayne." You remarked.

"No- What I meant was, you- I don't- ugh. I do not interact with you because I tolerate your personality."

"Smooth."

"I interact with you because of you."

What? Furrowing your brow, you opened you mouth once again to speak but Damian raised his free hand to cover it.

"Let me finish."

You nodded, but he didn't move his hand.

"Ugh, this is difficult. More so then Grayson said it would be."

He had talked to Dick? But what about?

Looking you in the eyes, Damian swallowed and took in a breath.

"I have discovered that I care for you L/N... in a romantic nature."

Damian let the breath out and nodded. Removing his hand from your mouth and the one covering yours he nodded.

"I am ready for your response now."

You let out a laugh and removed your hand from his cheek. He cared for you in a romantic nature. What the hell was that supposed to mean?

"Does," You began pressing a hand to your forehead, "Does that mean you like me?"

He let out a breath before shaking his head.

"I love you."

You blinked once, then twice. Your heart skipped and your lungs screamed. Your jaw dropped for a moment, and you laughed. He loved you... he loved you.

"I- I don't know what to say Damian."

He furrowed his brow and took your hand into his.

"Do you not believe me? I can- I will do whatever you wish to prove it."

You shook your head even more shocked.

"No- no I believe you it's just. You- is that why you've always treated me like a kid?"

"I never treated you like a child... though I did prioritize your safety more often then naught."

You began laughing, hard, throat burning and body shaking you laughed. Pressing a hand to your face you pressed your back against the door of the car.

"You love me? Ha, I never-"

Covering your mouth, you forced yourself to stop laughing. Stop laughing as your mind raced to figure- to understand what was going on. He loved you and- and all this time you've been trying to prove you weren't a kid and- he loved you.

"It isn't that funny." Damian muttered

You blinked looking up at him and shook your head.

"I'm- I'm not laughing at you. I just... I think- I think I love you too. Nd I'm wondering how I- How I never realized it."

More laughter spilled from you and Damian blinked. You lowered you hand, hearing the sound of the window between the back and the drive go up.

"You- you feel the same?" He asked eyes wide and mouth tight.

"Yeah, I think so. But- honestly Damian, you didn't blow the mission."

Damian blinked and shook his head.

"Yes, yes I did."

"No, you didn't"

Pointing to your wrist you smiled brightly and slid towards him. Pulling the bracelet off of your wrist you dropped it into his hands.

"I was able to download McClunty's entire hard drive. He found me and I made up a story about you and I dating and then breaking up. It's why I hit you. He seemed to buy it and..." You trailed off looking up at him.

"You," Damian began before smiling, "you are infuriating."

Your jaw dropped and you gave him a shocked look.

"Excuse me, I just saved your ass! Without me this mission would be a complete and total failure!"

"You're right." He reamrked leaning in towards you.

"You never would have been able to pull off the distressed woman routine."

"You're right."

"You definitely wouldn't have been able to convince everyone that I dumped you." You remarked crossing your arms feeling his breath on your neck.

"You're right.

"Quit saying that!"

You turned and found him right in front of you, eyes soft and warm.

"Whatever you wish... can I kiss you?" He whispered

Your heart hammered in your chest, and you replied, "Only if you admit you couldn't pull this dress off."

"I can't you- you look-. When I first saw you L/n- Y/N. You took my breath away. It was hard to think seeing you and now... now I-"

You flushed and scrunched up your nose.

"Oh, stop with the compliment and just kiss me already."

He smiled, his hand upping the back of your head and he pulled you in remarking, "Of course beloved."

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ph1lsimpmcu · 1 month

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Alright guys, guys, hear me out.

Pirates.

Like, Stephen, before his accident, was a royal doctor and best of the best. Stephen’s most frequent patients were Tony and Pepper because Tony was (is) a reckless doufus and Pepper all the time had to drag him somewhere to patch him up. The couple (yeah they were already a couple before meeting Stephen) were visiting so often that they both started to have a crush on a certain badass, handsome, snarky royal doctor (who wouldn't?).

(Tony and Pepper, like 100%, had nights where they were squealing into pillows, babbling about how perfect Stephen was, and telling Rhodey how badass and cool Stephen was. And yea, Rhodey is their therapist and adviser on how to woo Stephen into a relationship and, hopefully, their bed.)

But then Stephen’s accident happened, he left, became a sorcerer, and started to travel and sail across the world. After Stephen left, “civil war” happened, Tony and Pepper left and became pirates.

And so, many years later, Pepper and Tony hear about some wizard who tried, with his “evil” tricks, to get his place as a royal doctor back but failed. Rumors say that the wizard is sailing across the sea and the couple decides that they would like to pay a “visit” (kidnap him *cough*) to their doctor, especially since their crew needs a doctor.

In Stephen’s doctor days, he didn't really remember them, all he remembered was a very annoying couple that visited him too often. But when the said pair kidnapped him, well, it's not like he has a chance to say no because 1. They'll just put him in a cage or something and he would rather prefer to patch up a couple of people and a normal room than to sit in a cage and rot. 2. His past crew was boring and he wanted some adventures because in his doctor days, the pair was known for their tendency to attract trouble. 3. From what he remembered, they weren't bad people and they didn't like violence (if there was a peaceful way). Also, the fact that Tony was the captain of this ship and Pepper was his right hand, he would be relatively fine. 4. Tony and Pepper (from his previous interaction where they attacked his previous crew) became absolutely different people, that were worth his time. The pair was absolutely in their element, from being awkward and awestruck, they became badass and snarky, commanding and snarking at everyone on this ship.

So Stephen decided to hang around for some time, but before, he made sure that everyone treated him respectfully by leaving the captain and his right hand awestruck. (the truth is, the couple didn't really change, they were always like this. On people they were in their “persona”, with someone who they could trust they were adorable gremlins. Stephen never really bothered to look at them when they were working, not sitting in his workroom and awkwardly joking.) Tony and Pepper remembered their days before becoming pirates and Rhodey started to suffer again ( yes Rhodey is with them whenever he can go sailing with them).

(after such a long time of simping, Stephen was devoured ;) ).

#drpepperony #pirates #I’LL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIP #doctor strange #tony stark #ironstrange #pepperony #i’m a dumbass #pepper potts #dramatic bisexuals #ot3 #how do i tag this

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serenityplayer · 2 years

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some thoughts about trans naoto. its mindblowing to me honestly that people still view him as Cis Female when

1.Naoto has done nothing but get really uncomfortable every time theyre referred to or viewed as a girl by the main cast (hot springs scene) (school beauty contest scene) Up until the end of Naoto's social link where the "Right Answer" is to pressure them into presenting effeminately and "admitting they're a woman"

2.Naoto was outed deliberately, and no one even stopped to ask naoto whether this was something they were okay with/The scene with naotos shadow in the laboratory was clearly a reference to a trans affirming surgery/naotos shadow represents everything Naoto has repressed inside, and with the constant allusions to "wanting to be a man" "you'll never be a man" etc

3. What with the misrepresentation/absence of trans people as a whole in general media, a lot of folks have latched onto the image of Naoto as a trans man. as much as i love Persona, it really doesnt do lgbt rep at all, save for years ago when it was more of a niche franchise(p2). I think of Naoto as a trans man, while it may not be "canon" its something that really helps me see myself in one of my favorite series

4. That's another thing-- Atlus does its best in the spinoffs and continuing comics (cough; detectiveXNaoto) to hyper feminize naoto and make him kind of like.... Like the gender confusion never existed, Naoto was always and will always be a girl, Kanji looks stupid, They're both heterosexual.

5. Naoto supposedly wants to "be male" in order to be respected in the workforce , which is a totally reasonable thing to want. I'd believe it more if Naoto weren't adamantly presenting as male in every aspect of life and even at school, going so far as to bind and deepen his voice. Besides, Naoto acts way too trans for the job bs to be the reason he dresses masc. I mean he's 15. And he goes to SUCH great lengths to be seen as male by Everyone(sounds a bit transgender to me) And you can't tell me there was no way naoto could be a female detective. Naoto's dead mom is literally a female detective and she was apparently hugely reknowned by everybody.

The persona fandom likes to draw Naoto blushing in dresses and skirts and shit. im just tired of it because yeah thats clearly how you view trans people XD And naoto would be SO UNCOMFORTABLE like that

But no one cares. No cis persona fan has the capacity to care. 1. Because they're cis 2. Because they're a persona fan.

6. TLDR naoto is a trans king but you knew that already

#trans naoto #long post #naoto shirogane

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