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kaixserzz · 10 months

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Together

ੈ♡˳ Childe x Gn!Reader *ೃ༄

ੈ♡˳ 3.7k words ┊ Reverse hurt/comfort *ೃ༄

ੈ♡˳ Masterlist *ೃ༄

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FINALLY I WRITE SOMETHING THAT ISN'T DOTTORE... this idea has been stuck in my head for AGES.. this was originally a part for my childhood friends to lovers with childe, but the shit i wrote was honestly too boring so i'll just post the interesting part!! also this is to celebrate childe being in fontaine!! yippiee !! (kinda became character analysis ,,)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ cw: canon typical violence, blood, mentions of death, childe and reader are both crazy, can be read as platonic or romantic!! set before childe became a harbinger!!, childe having a panic attack?? (i have no experience so it may be inaccurate but i DID do some research b4! it's not intended to be a panic attack but it seemed like it was while writing it, childe is just really out of it x-x), heavy angst on childe's part like, a bit of suicidal thoughts? maybe ooc?

There are times when Ajax felt lost and alone.

It was as if all the high he felt during battles, the exhilaration as he swings his blade, suddenly all drained from his body and there was nothing left, but a husk of a boy that he used to be.

Another day, another mission.

Ajax's face was completely painted with dark red, clinging to every fabric of his clothes. He was almost unrecognizable; a scarlet behemoth traversing the hushed, frigid halls of Zapolyarny Palace. All the blood has dried upon his return, now free of duty to do whatever he pleased.

Although the option to reunite with his family beckoned—to give them gifts he has bought for them with his salary—Ajax remained rooted in the palace.

He was searching for something. But he didn't know what he was looking for. His feet were moving on their own, leading him to rooms he has visited before, familiar spots etched within his memory, and places he wasn't even allowed to enter, yet the yearning within him persisted and was left unfulfilled, a phantom ache echoing within his heart.

Ajax wandered with purposeful yet aimless strides. He felt hopeless. He was akin to an animated corpse, stumbling over his own feet and eyes more dead than the countless bodies that piled behind his back.

Everything was dark. He was lost, afraid—there was ringing in his ears the longer he walked the massive maze that is Zapolyarny palace. He wanted to claw at his chest, to rip his heart out to finally stop it from yearning for something he doesn't even know; to stop it from beating so erratically, his breathing started getting caught in his throat—

This all felt familiar.

He felt like he was falling again, engulfed with darkness that seemed to swallow any sort of life. Ajax was back in the pits of despair. Back into the Abyss. Prickling heat seared all over his body as he felt eyes staring onto his soul—watching, waiting, for his whimpers to quiet down into nothingness, so they could finally bare their teeth onto the poor little defenseless boy with a broken leg—a hapless offering selected by the Abyss itself for an agonizing demise.

"Ajax, my boy,"

The ringing in his ears grew faint as a familiar and reassuring voice emerged, like a beacon cutting through the enveloping miasma. It was the soothing and resonant call of a man he held in high regard, someone whose integrity and reliability had earned Ajax's profound respect. This was the same man he had entrusted to safeguard his family during his absence.

The shadows that had once encircled him, obscuring his vision and drowning him in despair, relinquished their hold with reluctance. In their wake, the obscurity dissipated, as if it had been an illusion all along, unveiling a world that had seemingly vanished into the void.

Slowly, Ajax opened his eyes, and his gaze met The Rooster's. His voice, laden with genuine worry, pierced through the residual haze that clung to Ajax's senses. "Are you alright? You have been on the floor for quite some time now."

At first, he didn't know what he was talking about. He had been standing just a moment ago, but realization seeped in when he noticed that Pulcinella was peering down at him. That doesn't seem right, the elderly man was a lot shorter than him.

...How long has he been kneeling on the ground?

His fingers were tangled into his messy hair and his right leg ached, a foul reminder of his injury upon his fall. The eyes that bore into him were nothing more than the fearful and worried glances of his comrades, standing a few feet away from him.

The Rooster probably told them to give him some space.

Ajax almost flinched when he felt a heavy hand on his shoulder, his eyes immediately snapping back to Pulcinella's. His body went rigid when he remembered that he was, in fact, a Harbinger and that he should be bowing his head and addressing him with respect. But the elderly man just helped him back to his feet, disregarding the putrid smell of death.

"Are you looking for your friend, boy?" A warm, patient smile was all there was on The Rooster's face as Ajax finally regained full control of his body. He was still lost, afraid, and his mind merely buzzing, but his heart lurched at the sudden thought of his comrade. It seems like he has finally identified what he has been looking for. "Fortunately, they just returned from their mission. You can find them in the training area."

Ajax wanted to thank him. For snapping him out of the madness that clung at the back of his mind, for being patient, worried, and kind enough to point him where you were, but his body moved before he could. Although, Pulcinella just watched him rush across the halls. He already understood was the boy was grateful.

Growing up, Ajax has learned to tolerate other people's views of him: a ferocious, impulsive brat embracing battles just for the fun of it. His willingness to accept harm in the fray was an emblem of his addiction to that intoxicating thrill. Each ache, each hurt, served as a reminder, that his strength could burgeon, proving that his human form contained the potential to transcend limits.

He can, and will overcome anything that gets in his way.

But what of it matters when he's nothing now? He is nothing but the naked, raw emotion of his deepest darkest fears and doubts—a side of him that no one has ever witnessed, not even his family.

If they did, what would they think of him? Weak? Pathetic? He wasn't the same little boy he was, he has become something better, greater.

Only, perhaps, it cost his soul.

If they knew, would his siblings still look up at him in glee? Would his mother still press her forehead against his and promise that everything will be alright? Would his father recognize him as the same son he lost all those years ago?

Fear. Disdain. Disgust. Anger. Hatred. Emotions he has grown immune to, the gazes, glares, and stares of people he knows not of their names, yet familiar through their eyes.

None of them could see who he truly was inside. Perhaps he doesn't deserve it.

Blood soaked all over his hands, after all.

He has committed sins no man should be forgiven for.

He did it all on a whim.

Ajax wishes the Abyss could swallow him again. There, he would never feel shame. There, he could indulge in the adrenaline that will forever be pumping in his veins. His family would be safe, from the dangers of his enemies, and from himself.

"What are you doing just standing there?"

The loud, gusts of cold wind abruptly stopped and were replaced by an enveloping warmth that emanated from a mere presence. A voice, effervescent and kind, cascaded into his ears and jolted him awake from his daze.

How could he forget about you?

You were different.

You never regarded him with fear, even when his form was veiled in dried blood. Nor did you harbor any disgust or avert your gaze. You had always been the same toward him, ever since you were young. You defended him when the adults start yelling at him for his behavior. You'd pull him away from fights before he could join them.

Sure, you found his violent tendencies a little out of hand, but you paid him no mind. You were his only friend ever since he left the Abyss. You'd wipe the blood off his knuckles, reprimand him for running off to wherever he pleased, and would spend your days playing together.

Not only that, but you've allowed him to spar with you, training together to get stronger. He knows it was your efforts to keep him out of trouble, to keep him entertained, to prevent hurting himself.

Even in the present moment, you simply raised an eyebrow at his display, a wry amusement dancing in your eyes. "Hey, don't go dirtying the halls!" Your laughter resonated, accompanying your confident stride as you drew nearer.

You expected him to laugh along with you, to give you his usual shit-eating grin that you've grown fond of over the years. To smear his dirty gloves onto your face as a joke, or roll his eyes.

But he didn't. He hadn't spoken a word, only stared into your eyes.

Your brow furrowed, the concern etching lines onto your features. Ajax's expression was hard to read, or, well, there was nothing to read. He looked lifeless, dead. His eyes appeared vacant, the spark of life far long extinguished. His posture, stiff and unmoving, could have been mistaken for that of a statue. Ajax himself was aware of that. He finally found what he was looking for, but now he didn't know why. He wanted to speak, to quell your worries, yet his voice remained trapped, and he stood there, frozen.

Despite this, you still notice things no one ever could. The subtle tremor in his lower lip did not escape you, the telltale reddening of his eyes, nor did the indentation of his nails against his palms. He wanted something, needed something. You could tell he was pleading for anything.

"Ajax?" You call out his name, and he barely responded to it, lost in his muddled mind. "Ajax." You try again, louder, and closer to him. "Are you okay?" He gave you a hum, and that was all it took.

He felt your arms slowly snake around his torso, wrapping them around him, and pulling him into a hug. Ajax reacted almost immediately, hands flying to your arms with a crushing grip, ready to break them.

"You here with me?"

Ajax's eyes widened his eyes as soon as realization sank in, his grip instinctively slackening as regret permeated his being, whispered curses escaping his lips as he glimpsed the faint bruise on your skin. Why hadn't you reacted? The pressure of your weight against him acted as an anchor, grounding his spiraling thoughts and guiding him back to his senses. But why didn't you defend yourself?

Did you trust him that much?

"Hey—what are you doing? Let me go!" Please don't, he pleaded desperately, his trembling hands clutching onto your shoulders. His breath quivered, weakly squirming away from your hold. "I-I'm literally disgusting right now! Why are you hugging me?!"

You gave him a small pout, your hand pushing his head on your shoulder, and he struggled to fight against your hand and his desire to just give in. "I thought you liked hugs?" You murmur softly against his ear, and it sent shivers down his spine. "C'mon, it's not like you're fighting it."

Ajax hated that you were right. For the first time in years, he has never felt so vulnerable, and weak. If it were someone else before him, they would've taken advantage of him and ended him then and there.

But this was you, his best friend since he was little. The person who knew Ajax before his fall, and still accepted him for who he was despite his massive change. In your eyes, he was still the same boy who would pelt you with snowballs, push you onto the soft, white ground to make snow angels, and would chase you around your hometown.

He may have changed. But he was still your Ajax, your best friend. The one person you could rely on, and trusts enough to let your guard down completely before him.

Ajax's arms finally wrapped around you, his breathing in sync with yours. It was the only way to quiet down his buzzing mind, to stay conscious, and not drift back into the dark.

Your demeanor towards him remained unchanged. You still cared about him as if he hadn't laid waste to battlefields. You extended your care to him, undeterred by the carnage he might have wrought. Tenderly, you bound his wounds in bandages, scolded him for his recklessness with a stern voice, and enveloped him in warm embraces whenever the need for solace arose.

You saw him for who he was.

Not as Childe, not as the monster people perceive him for, nor as the responsible big brother he was.

No, you only saw Ajax, underneath his desire for battle.

You offered a gentle pat on his back, your voice soothing as you spoke, "Alright big guy, go take a bath." However, Ajax clung to you for a moment, an unyielding grip that seemed to resist releasing you. A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you playfully urged him, "C'mon, you reek. I'll fetch you some fresh clothes."

Ajax, with reluctance, let you go as he allowed to you to lead him to the shower rooms. He was glad you didn't ask what was wrong with him any further, he didn't even know it himself. Or perhaps you already knew.

He wishes that you knew that he would do the same for you.

You suggested that the two of you should go ice fishing as soon as Ajax has finished cleaning himself up.

It was random, and it left him confused, but he still found himself holding two fishing rods while you deftly worked to cut through the thick layer of ice that concealed the familiar lake you both frequented for ice fishing.

Ajax's father would always invite you whenever he decided it was another day to go ice fishing. Both you and Ajax would be in awe whilst you listened to his father talk about tales of heroes and adventure.

He took those stories to heart, and oftentimes, whenever he played with you afterward, he'd perceive himself as the main character, a hero, of the epic tales his father told him.

You, on the other hand? You never believed in heroes. You think they're just stories to entertain children, and those who call themselves heroes whilst being a hypocrite were unworthy scum of such a glorious title.

But you always indulged in Ajax's whims. As he swung the wooden sword his father had crafted for him, you played along, allowing him to 'save' you from the imaginary 'monster' lurking amidst the snow-covered landscape.

Nowadays, Ajax usually went ice fishing alone.

Even though Ajax has experienced the perils of the Abyss, you've always bested him in combat. He taught you what he had learned from the Abyss and from his master, Skirk, but he didn't really expect you to outperform him. So, compared to his duties, the Fatui has always deemed you as 'more useful' and 'less wild'.

Maybe, Ajax mused, if it had been you selected by the Abyss, things might have turned out differently. You could have navigated its challenges more adeptly than he managed. A thought tickled his mind—imagine you outmatching Skirk in a sparring match. Your instincts, forged by years of street life and survival in an icy nation, had helped you in ways more than he could ever think of.

So he doesn't ask you to do such a trivial hobby with him anymore. Nor did the two of you talk as much as you did.

You were a person of a higher position, closer to being a Harbinger than he was.

Ajax always thought that the growing gap between your friendship, as the years went by in the Fatui, was merely caused due to work. He wanted to train, to be even stronger than he is now. He has assumed that you were far too busy, answering the Tsaritsa's beck and call, leaving little room for anything else.

Yet he has never seen you so utterly content for quite some time. Sat next to him on a wooden stool, you cast your line onto the hole you've chiseled through the ice. You would smile at him, and it emanated warmth hotter than the burning flames of a campfire. His chest tingled, and he slowly cast his line as well.

Perhaps he was wrong.

That he was the reason the connection between the two of you was on a thin line. You've always sought out for him, but he would just excuse himself to train, or remind you that you had a mission to tend to.

Nonetheless, you didn't hesitate to accept him with open arms. To soothe him when he most needed it, to help him relax and found refuge in shared pastimes he had once assumed were best pursued in solitude. It was nostalgic. It reminded him of times when you were both smaller, clumsily pulling the line when a fish bites, and slipping on the ice.

Ajax felt nothing, but at the same time, he felt everything.

The chilly wind blowing against his hair, the way his gloves creased as he tightened his grip on his fishing rod, and your presence right beside him, ever so soothing and warm. He was at ease.

Ajax wishes that things should just stay like this.

"I've always thought about leaving the Fatui at some point."

Ajax's heart drops.

His hands suddenly weakened, and his fishing rod was almost lost in the cold depths of the water beneath the ice. His head turns to you with wide eyes.

He was at peace. Everything was fine. Why did you have to ruin it?

Ajax was well aware of what the Fatui truly was. He couldn't even remember how many people he has killed for the sake of the Tsaritsa's will.

You were the one who wanted to join the Fatui with him. You were the one who helped him fight all of those soldiers just to receive the same 'punishment' as he did. Now you're telling him you want to quit?

To just leave him like that?

"I want to live a normal life," You began, reeling the line of your rod and absentmindedly tapping your foot against the ice. You kept your eyes on the hole in the ground, choosing to ignore the heartbroken stare Ajax gave you. "Buy a house, have a family, and just live a life without crime."

You looked up into the white sky, the sun hiding behind the endless expanse of clouds. "Be happy, be normal. Pretty boring, right?" You chuckled, "But every homeless kid who grew up in this shithole has always dreamed something like that. Either live a happy, long life with a stable income or be filthy rich."

Ajax can't blame you if that was your dream. After all, you've grown up in very different conditions than he did. His family wasn't rich, but it was enough that Ajax wouldn't have to worry about if they were going to eat.

But being a Fatui without you? He could hardly imagine.

Sure, you've only talked to each other after for so long just a while ago—but you were his best friend. You were his sparring partner. The person he trusts the most, the person he knows will have his back no matter what.

Though, if this is what you truly wanted, to leave the Fatui, to leave him... He guesses he could let you go. Ajax can't force you to do something you didn't like.

"I don't really have any reason for staying in the Fatui but..." You finally turned to look at Ajax with a mischievous smirk on your lips. "Someone ought to keep an eye on you."

Oh, Ajax blinked at you, in the end, you decided to stay. A sigh of relief escaped him, a weight lifting from his chest as he released a breath he hadn't even realized he was holding, his previously tense shoulders sagging in relaxation.

He finally finds it in himself to speak, his voice, though still a little quiet and shaky, was loud enough for you to hear. "Looks like we're pretty different in terms of goals." He mutters as he reeled the line when he felt a bite. "I'm going to overthrow the gods and conquer the world."

For a moment, it was quiet. Ajax almost thought you found him ridiculous with such foolish ideas. But you threw your head back and your shoulders shook as you laughed, a sound so familiar, yet he craved to hear more. Your laughter wasn't malicious, nor it was condescending. It was pure bewilderment, in awe of his boldness."

"Wow, even if you've calmed down, you're still talking nonsense." You said between giggles, wiping away the tear that formed in your eyes.

Ajax pouted at you, throwing the fish he had caught onto your lap. "I'm strong enough to accomplish it! You don't believe in me?"

Your eyes twinkled as you grinned at him, cooing at his reaction. "Of course not! At least, not alone." Ajax raised a curious brow as you continued, "You can't conquer the world by just wildly running around and beating things to death."

Ajax was slowly catching on with your intentions, and he fought the urge to smile. "So, what do you suggest then?"

"You need strategy! And knowledge." You nodded to yourself, the smile never leaving your face, "Power is important, but you can't just fight a god to overthrow them. After all, every meathead needs a brain."

"Hey!"

"Will you be my brains, then?

"Me?" You gasp in fake surprise at his question, pointing at yourself. Though, you could tell he has become serious at the thought of it.

"Conquer the world with me," Ajax smiles, his eyes trailing down to the hands that gripped the fishing rod. "I need a... sense of direction, and you're always there to help me get my shit together when I need it. Besides, it'll be more fun with the two of us!"

You laughed again, watching him brighten up at the idea. You were glad he was back in his spirits. If you were honest, you have never seen Ajax so out of it before. His eyes held nothing, but you could sense fear. It was unusual, but you could only do your best to help him through it.

"Fine, fine," You playfully roll your eyes. "I'll be your partner in crime. You can't reach your goals without me anyway."

He turned to look at you, his eyes bright like they used to be, "Promise?"

"Yeah, I promise."

Ajax then brought up his pinky finger to you, his grin widening. "Pinky promise?"

"What?" You narrowed your eyes at him, suddenly annoyed. "Are you a child?"

"My code name is Childe.

"Ugh, stop." You intertwine your pinky finger around his. "I pinky promise."

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normalaboutfugo · 4 months

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YANDERE JJBA X READER MASTERLIST

TW :: yandere tendencies, obsessiveness, kidnapping, the whole thing yk?, both platonic and romantic under the cut.

✭ — PHANTOM BLOOD

nothing here yet..

✭ — BATTLE TENDENCY

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✭ — STARDUST CRUSADERS

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✭ — DIAMOND IS UNBREAKABLE

nothing here yet..

✭ — GOLDEN WIND

platonic yandere don giorno x sibling reader

✭ — STONE OCEAN

nothing here yet..

✭ — STEEL BALL RUN

nothing here yet..

✭ — JOJOLION

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✭ — JOJOLANDS

nothing here yet..

#KLF..txt #KLF..pinned #tw yandere #jjba x reader #jjba yandere

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sherbet-shark · 2 years

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Dorothea Arnault x Reader on a road trip and reader has a Polaroid camera to take photos of the trip and Dorothea

Picturesque Beauty

| A/n: I went with my gut and made this request a romantic pining fic rather than platonic. I’m sorry if that is not what you wished of me ;-; |

|〘 ⋇ Summary: 〙You, the legendary summoner of Askr, the prophesied harbinger of victory, desperately need a break. Being the summoner and head tactician of the Askren army wears on your soul and mind, but war rarely takes vacations. You must be on guard on call every second. Your allies from other worlds wouldn’t take you seriously if you acted so unconcerned, nor would the nobles of Askr. Your deteriorating health causes Prince Alfonse to worry about your well-being. Your lover Dorothea is quick to quell his worries and whisks you away on a short trip. While packing, you bring a small keepsake along for the ride. |

You were a necessity to this army, lead, tactical control, and everything in between. You had to become the pinnacle of neutrality, peace marker, and mediator between factions that were sworn enemies in their worlds.

You had to deal with the misery of other Heroes seeing their loved ones twisted, shattered monsters to work alongside each other. Domestic affairs in the ever-going army aside, you constantly felt like you had to be the best, to be a shoulder to lean on, make their problems yours, and the grimmest option was that you had to make sure none of your Heroes tried to kill each other. Of course, your contract with each Hero included that they could not lay a finger on their ally. Hours of precious sleep meant nothing to you in the early stages of your arrival here. Anxiety swallowed you every waking moment as you slowly felt powerless.

Even still, you stayed late, long after the war meetings ended, reading tactical books and seeking advice from the seasoned army tactics for their input. All of this effort was so that you could prove you're not some poser pretending you understand the gravity of the power you held. No, you knew full well of what you had on your hands after all. You heard their anguished screams when they drew their last breath. Gilded as you were in lavish gold, with pearl white robes that slowly lost their meaning. They served as reminders that you bathed in the blood of your friends and your mistakes.

But after all the battles they’d reanimate. Bloodied and battered bodies twist and contort back to their original forms. You felt sick to your stomach after your first battle, one where you slipped up, and one of your allies fell on the bloody field. Commander Anna quickly rushed to your side as you collapsed in front of their body after the battle to explain. Out of breath, hot tears streaming down your cheeks, your trembling hands tried to stop the bleeding seeping through their ruined clothing.

All of the Heroes could die, but as long as you lived and wielded Breidablik, their wounds would heal, and the lights in their eyes would reignite, but one downside is the Heroes would forget they died.

It sounded great. But it wasn’t. Guilt bubbles every time, waltzing up to you and acting as if nothing happened, saying they’d happily die in your name and to your cause. They didn’t even know they had been killed in the first place, but the close ones knew. Their teammates knew you knew.

After that unit’s death, you ran to your room, locking yourself in your room, wishing, praying to go back home. Some of your closest Heroes told you fresh scars would appear on their bodies. Phantom pains plagued them after their reanimation, but they could never recall the exact moment.

It didn’t take long for certain Heroes to put the pieces together and know they had died, but how and when would be a mystery if they didn’t have anyone on their team willing to disclose that? It made you want to lock yourself in your room and disappear even more when they’d side glance your way, their hesitant tactician giving orders in the heat of battle.

Your army’s glances made the hate in your heart brighter; how dare they expect someone with no prior experience with war and death to become a master tactician holding the lives of so many and leading them? Why are you told to do this, then eaten alive when you slip by whispers of the Askr royal court or the vicious and prideful soldiers? What did you do to make the universe do this? It was so unfair. It was like throwing a fawn into a den of wolves. You never asked for this. Being in charge of an army, fighting for a nation’s war that you had no part in. Hell, you didn’t even know this Zenith existed.

You were summoned with some measly personal items like your phone, the clothes on your back, and your Polaroid camera. You coveted these few items in the security of your room and rarely used them. Even though Zenith was in the medieval era with magic, your advanced items wouldn’t last long if you fiddled with them too much.

Everyone took a while to lower their guard and become comfortable with everything. Alfonse especially, due to his track record of losing someone he deeply cared for, but his sister. Princess Sharena, the easy-going soul, was ever eager to show off the realm of Askr.

It’s seemingly endless bounty and offering her friendship to ease your heavy heart. Even now, after years of staying in Askr and loving the magical realm, its people, the allies you made. Still, you harbor a tiny seed of hate in your heart for being thrust into this grave circumstance. It wasn’t right, but you had enough time to wallow in self-pity in secret. You had lived on the line. The phrase ‘This was war. I can’t afford to mess around’ etched into your soul as you continue onward, keeping yourself at a respectable distance from every hero.

You were kind, cordial, and friendly enough to give them the illusion of truly knowing you, your mind, and your genuine festering emotions. But, because you didn’t let them into your darker emotions didn’t mean you hated them. No, on the contrary.

You loved them. You loved your army very much, hearing Heroes’ woes, trying to find a middle ground between in-fighting, flaunting many stories back home, and wistfully indulging all your Heroes with their questions about your world. You were terrific with keeping up your juggling act that never ended. That shy, nervous person that shrunk into themselves every time they made their orders was no more. In their place, a confident, wise, somewhat jaded version rose from the ashes.

Those years did wonders for your confidence and knowledge as your firm words would boom across the field to your team. Your work no longer needed constant revisions by the other strategists in your meetings, presenting yourself as a professional commander and keeping certain relations strictly work-based, never letting romantic or unprofessional ties get in the way of how you worked your army.

But fate has something against you as that motto changed when a confident flirtatious songstress, a Black Eagles student, appeared before you on the summoning altar. The clouds perfectly outlined her frame with charisma, along with her enchanting voice ringing out from the heavy clouds asking where she was and, more importantly, who you were. On instinct, you softly breeze through your introduction of Askr, their summoning, and yourself.

Through your explanation, her vibrant green eyes narrowed as she folded her arms, clearly still on edge about her newfound situation. Skeptical Heroes weren’t uncommon or wished to return home even after you told them of the Askren war. However, the latter is a rare occurrence since more than most would jump headfirst into your cause due to how good and pure-hearted they are.

Dorothea hums deeply in thought, her eyes watching your figure and hooded face. Lips curl into a slight smirk as Dorothea firmly tells you. —With her feet still planted on the ground below her, unwilling to move an inch towards this stranger clad in white and gold, their face obscured from her sight. With the setting sun, only the occasional wind whistle sounded in ruins.

“Let me see your face; I'm not necessarily eager to trust someone that won’t allow me to see them. Much less put my life in the hands of a stranger that makes such outrageous demands.” Dorothea plainly stated as she propped a well-manicured hand under her chin, chocolate brown locks framing her soft face as she calmly regarded you.

The great summoner jolted. You never had a Hero tell you so bluntly upon meeting they’d like to see your face, something about the newness and foreign feeling of having something brand new occur during your Summoning made your heart quicken. Typically, they’d agree after your long-winded description. Determination always filled their eyes as you guided them to the castle.

After a pause in consideration, you weighed your options as you sneakily glanced at her face seeing if she’d back out of her plea once she saw you pause. Dorothea didn’t relent as confident as ever, her eyes quizzically watching your every move. ‘There’s no winning with her, so I guess I’ll give her a peek.’ You thought to yourself.

“Only for a brief moment, but please, if you need more time, allow us to be a temporary shelter so you can make a well-informed decision. The sun is starting to set, and if it would help, I have some members who talked about you or might know you well.” Your gloved hands reach for your white hood, allowing her a fleeting peek at the curves of your face and the faint color of your eyes. It surprised her to see that you had a pleasant look. You saw her visibly relax slightly. Her furrowed brow increased as her shoulders sloped in a relaxed manner.

“So, that voice isn’t the only thing appealing about you, hm,” Melodic short laughter leaves her lips as the smile on her face gleams more genuinely. Golden flecks accentuate the green mystique of a forbidden forest begging to be explored, wonders awaiting beyond anyone’s reach in her eyes.

“I’ve decided to consider your request, but who are these people you’re talking about?” Dorothea pondered aloud. She looked curious about who you were talking about but still on guard. Nonetheless, as you guided her to Askr castle, Dorothea curiously asked questions about her friends, the atmosphere of the area, and the social status of every person.

You softly answered her questions. Despite how wary she was of you, Dorothea was pleasant to speak with freely and thoughtfully. Still flirtatious, you rolled your eyes. Professionalism is etched into each movement you mentioned Lady Edelgard, Huebert, Petra, Professor Byleth, and Bernadette, to name a few. After guiding the songstress to Askr Castle, some of her peers came into view. The petite silhouette beside a taller figure turned as they walked toward you and the newcomer.

It was Edelgard and her ever faithful servant Hubert. The figureheads puffed out their chests, pride beaming on their faces as the brunette rushed to her friend. Sweet nicknames roll off her tongue as she hugs the more petite young woman. The older man sharply inhaled as he saw her hug the Imperial Princess. You were glad her Black Eagles welcomed her back into their arms even if certain people weren’t in her timeline.

It had been a few days of your grace period, and Dorothea came to you in the morning, knocking on your ebony door and entering your cluttered room, telling you she wanted to stay in Askr. She was pretty honest as the Black Eagles student explained that it was nice here, but after everything was over, she’d leave and return to Fódlen.

You obliged her wishes and retrieved your holy weapon from its hip holster, and created a contract with the Hero. A magical white circle with ancient words encased you and her as you held your gloved hand, grasping hers. A thick foreboding mist rises from the glowing forgotten words, and a bright light appears between the Hero and the Divine weapon. ‘As long as you hold Breidablik, they will survive.’ You silently repeat to yourself as the contract is completed.

“By this contract, you now are sworn to help Askr’s cause until the war is over. I swear I will return you home.”

Months after your Contract with Dorothea, your bond as Summoner and Hero became more profound as you helped her train, gain experience and understand those in the army. Knowing her personality, the young woman had no problems making friends and letting certain elitist nobles be quiet.

You saw how much she disdained nobles with questionable reasonings or straight classists. Those were in for a tongue lashing of their life, eloquent words but as cold as ice and sharp as daggers. Of course, those remarks weren't met with silence. Fights still happen within the security of Askr walls.

Berkut and Fernand, for example, caused an uproar, outraged that a salacious commoner told the two nobles to shut up when they complained about the number of commoners in the army and how some forgot their stations in comparison to royals. The utter gall to speak to them as if they weren’t of noble birth made them fume. The nobles threw insults after insult until Edelgard and Alm intervened on your behalf.

One insult stung Dorothea’s heart the most, “It’s a shame such beauty is a waste on a commoner like yourself. No matter, that beauty will fade, only leaving a destitute hag. You’d ought to deceive another naive noble before that time runs dry.” You had to talk to the young woman and try to speak with the prideful men of Valentia to convince them to try not to rip each other’s throats out every time they’d be in the same area.

Countless moons pass as you find yourself utterly enamored with Dorothea. You felt a bond to every Hero you summoned, yet, the bond you felt between her was different; it was hard to describe but did it need words? Dorothea sought you out, teasing you with sweet words and winks.

You never mined how she acted with you or others in the army. She was beautiful, and it wasn’t hard to see longing glances toward her, but you made sure your glimpses weren’t ever more than a superior looking out for their members. Some days, you cursed how your status made it hard for you to have any close relations.

If word came out that you had a lover, they’d have an even bigger target on their back. They wouldn’t be a regular soldier now but a person of interest. You’d be accused of favoritism and disrupting the chain of command, so many things piled against your happiness.

To you, it seemed like the stars had written you were fated to be alone. But the brunette had a habit of knowing where you’d hide out and help continue your work, or dragging you outside to the market, making you loosen up. You dare say you’d consider each other close confidantes.

The day Dorothea was set to confess to you, she was nervous, the famous Mittlefrank Opera Singer. Nervous? Ha! Something like that sounded so laughable, she was showered with bouquets and countless compliments by many who wished for her to be theirs, yet they never captured her heart as she did to their hearts.

But in a way, it was nice to be constantly fawned over before her Academy days by men and women of wealth and power. Influential people begged for a sliver of her time or even wed her anything to keep her beauty to themselves.

But alas, that only lasted long. Every lustrous whisper and gift would fall flat. Because none of them genuinely knew, only when she was dolled up and given makeup, thrust upon a grand stage for nobility to ogle and coo over, did anyone turn their heads and give her attention. Dorothea knew all of the treasures that were gifted to her would disappear in an instant. The goddess had a cruel way with fate. The former Opera singer concluded as she recalls sitting in front of her vanity and peering into her mirror.

The voice she was praised for would change. The soft and melodic tune would turn raspy and scratchy. Her soft, beautiful face would downturn with wrinkles, brown curls fading into sparse white hair. The gifts would become a fleeting memory of the past, even the most vibrant flower wilts in due time; the bees and butterflies ignore the dying flora in favor of something new, an irresistible scent, eye-catching colors.

But that only made Dorothea know her goal: find someone that would carry her away from all of the world’s troubles, and lavish her with riches. She didn’t care if they truly loved her or if she loved them. As long was away from the slums her life would be fine, anywhere but there.

That didn’t make her forget her origins no matter how hard she tried to hide that fact. Her heart yearned to help the poor in the slums that didn’t have anyone to support them. Her desire to help wasn’t limited to Fódlen as you soon found out during one of your outings with her in the town. She’d purposely get out of your line of sight, go into alleyways and drop pieces of bread to the dirty hunched over figures leaning on the walls away from the public.

She often hid her past from you when you were still acquaintances, out of shame or defense was anyone’s guess, but you understood her reservations. There are times when you worry for your Hero. You kept up with her pace and overlooked what she was doing, gifting hungry children with food.

Though there were times Dorothea wouldn’t retreat into the dark crevices but settle for sweet smiles and waves to those that met her gaze. “Genuine acknowledgment when you’re on the streets is rare, Summoner. I can’t fix everyone’s problems, and they probably won’t accept it without thinking of ulterior motives. So a smile and wave are all I can do, and I will happily do so.”

The opera singer whispered to you one day after your many town outings. The way her eyes held an unspeakable sorrow made you all the more curious about the young Hero you summoned but also opened your eyes.

You’ve been focused on being the summoner and caretaker for your army. There were times you forgot who you were fighting for and that there were more outside of the military you took care of. After that, she noticed that you’d start to pay more attention to the citizenry of Askr, both noble and common. It made her seek you out and have tea with you, a sweet temporary escape with an interesting young woman.

Dorothea, after months of hopeless pining after you, had enough of trying to hide what she felt for you and was pretty sure you liked her too. Showering each other with compliments, Dorothea being protective over you on the battlefield, teasing remarks, confrontations over severe issues like her hate and coldness toward naive nobles. Precious, vulnerable moments are shared in small comforts of each other's presence but never enough to let her know everything that runs through your mind.

She always wondered what else was on your mind and if you were too skeptical about letting her see all of you, but the songstress wanted someone to talk to. After all, she wasn't that forthcoming about her background to you, so she’d always be patient with you, content with being trusted so much to hear your concern but that tiny seed of curiosity piqued in her mind.

You were often told by others that you were so close with each other, your auras seemingly bouncing off each other, it felt so alive and fun being around her and you loved that but you were too scared to ruin whatever you had with her after months of cultivating a strong healthy relationship with her.

The former opera singer grew tired of this unspoken item you had with her and took things in her own hands, first by spending your regular tea time with her, then oddly being adamant that work could wait for a day, spoiling you to the best of her ability with certain Black Eagles students being near too. But soon, the fun day turned into night, as she took you by your hands and led you to a romantic midnight garden walk and told you that she felt differently about you.

If it was love or a side effect of the Contracts, she didn’t care. The bright moonlight shone down upon you. She was so close you could see the golden fleck in her eyes beam with life, her soft hands clasped together in nervous union.

Pausing, caught in a hurricane of emotions, you opened your mouth to return your affections shyly. You quickly explained the inner turmoil plaguing you, looking down in shame, engulfing the white hood hiding your face.

Dorothea softly cooed to her summoner. She never knew that you had so many things under that calm facade. She always wondered but never pressed too far, but now looking at you now so vulnerable and so close to breaking down, Dorethea pondered if her inactivity was the right thing to do something else crept up in the corner of her mind. While the flirtatious woman wanted you to feel safe and love her, yet could someone like her do that? She was a dirty commoner thrown aside by her father because she didn’t have a Crest, ignored for all her young life. After all, she was lowly rabble.

Hunger and survival still were old friends, the only faithful companions she knew during her childhood. Because of this, she knew she had to claw her way to find security and food. That day in the darkened alleyway, when Manuela found the dirtied girl, that dream of having a full belly and a warm bed came closer and closer to reality, finding a wealthy person to live with and then rest of her days in luxury away from the slums, away from the girl she used to be.

The songstress doubted she’d be able even to give you what you needed, a home, a place of rest away from the War. Security, luxury, all the things you deserved, but she didn’t have. All the woman knew was the cold slap of reality and her ambitions, what she didn’t have, but the brunette took a slow concise breath. Her mind was set.

“To think someone like me would be able to share such happiness with you. I may not know what the future has in store, but I do know that I want to walk down this path with you, and maybe once we’re done in Askr. You’d join me back to Fódlan? But for the time being, I’ll spoil you rotten. In time, I’m sure we can both be together, not afraid of what might happen.”

It didn’t take long for her to enact her plans to make sure you’d stop stressing so much. After long days slaving away at your desk, Dorothea would drag you to the hot springs to unwind or to a secret picnic. For some time, the army was oblivious to your relationship, but as the months passed, the wise units kept your hidden love. They cared for their summoner and wanted you to be happy and safe. So what was one more secret to add to the list?

After a lull in the sea of battles, you decided to tell only your trusted friends that Dorothea and yourself were courting. With their permission, she would have her most fun trip with you, but you took longer than you told her to prepare to pack. The cabin wasn’t too far from the Castle, so your Heroes could send their fastest messenger if need be but far away for her to have you by herself.

“Oooh~ my sweet darling. It’s time for our little rendezvous.” Dorothea’s teasing, warm voice permits from the other side of your bedroom door. It was like you could see her now. Innocently calling your name through the door, soft hands cupping each other’s as the Hero’s emerald eyes shone with a mission, yet still, there was a glimmer of concern for her love.

“Hi, Thea! I’m sorry I took so long to pack. I wanted to ensure everything was in order before I went on a ‘scouting’ mission with my trusted partner.” Playfully rolling your eyes at the reason, you told the other associates with a cheeky smile painting your face as your girlfriend brings down your hood to revel in your loveliness.

She chuckles at your glee and a light-hearted sigh at the excuse, Arnault wishes your relationship wasn't a secret from everyone, but the ones she cared for, like the ones in her house, knew full well and supported you.

“Let's go away for a while, my summoner.” Honey-covered words fell from the songstress’ lips as she took your arm and pressed it close to her chest, locking your arm in hers. ‘God, everything she says can bring a person to their knees. I’m so in love with you, I swear.’

“Yes, let’s.” Eagerness fills your body with renewed energy. You felt like a hyper child that walked into a candy store. Every trip Dorothea came up with always made you love her even more. The two walk to the horse stables as you remember how you’d bathe her in your surprises.

Of course, she would often find herself on the end of being spoiled. It became a competition between you and showered with coveted kisses and longing looks in passing.

You softly patted the bag on your side, hoisting it to the horse's side. You help Dorothea on the brown-coated horse once you are seated, her hands lacing her fingers entrapping your waist and her chin finding its place on your shoulder. Brown, soft curls tickle your cheeks as she teasingly blows a puff of air next to your ear, making you shiver.

A giggle erupts from you as the woman behind you teases your seemingly ticklish self. If only she knew that laugh meant you had something up your sleeve. You’d take pictures of the beauty beside you and the scenery around you, keeping this memory and teaching your girlfriend more about your world.

She knew what a Polaroid camera was, and you showed her the colored film of you smiling. This foreign object perturbed the magic-wielding student, and as you explained to her what this flashing item was, she became enthralled with the 21st-century machine.

Finally, make your way to the cabin. You gently pull on the reins slowing down your stead. You eye the bag and feel the woman’s hands sit on your hips, ready to get to the ground. The humble wooden cabin stands alone. You are getting off of the saddle, holding out your hand to help Thea down the dirt road.

Kissing your cheek, the woman wanders around the area. The sun was still high in the sky; flowers decorated the green grass below as peaceful songbirds sang their tune, hiding in the canopy of the trees.

Fishing out your Polaroid camera, a devilish smile widens as the retro color and the rectangular shape out of the bag. It was full of the new film, and you ensured it worked the day before you left on your two-day trip.

Sneaking behind, you found your unsuspecting target. Dorothea’s back towards you as she sits in a bed of field flowers. It was so picturesque; you thought to yourself, then sweetly calling to the songstress’ attention. She turns halfway, brown curls swaying gently, her hands full of colorful flowers as her lips curled peacefully. You press the button, and a white flash spreads across her serene face.

“Hey! A little rude, wouldn’t you think?” Dorothea scowls at your figure as she rises from the flower field.

“I’m so sorry; you looked so pretty I couldn’t resist. You can take me by surprise next time, I swear!” You walk towards Dorothea, still understandably scowling and mad at you, kneeling to the woman.

The adrenaline rush comes down as your smile quickly fades. Her beautiful eyes still narrowed; she cracked a Cheshire smile and playfully remarked, “That wasn't nice, Darling. But if you insist, fine by me, and for that, I think I’ll take two pictures of you as my revenge,” The sickly sweet woman inched her face towards yours, and you felt your cheeks heat, stunned into silence.

The young woman continues to inch closer toward you. You could feel her breath on your cheeks; you forgot you even held your breath as your eyes flicked from her lips to her forest green eyes. Then a well-manicured finger bops your nose as another teasing smile spreads from cheek to cheek.

“I’m not the only beauty here, my love.”

Tagging: @luvielle, @emotionaldepravity thanks for being my 2nd eyes and giving edits- @aspergerhero

#feh x reader #fe:3h x reader #dorothea x reader #dorothea arnault #fire emblem three houses #feh summoner #summoner x reader #fe:3h #sherbet writes #sherbet feh #reader insert #kiran x Dorothea

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the-wild-ego · 1 year

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Can i request a Battle egos a Nate (platonic only for him thanks) himself if youre comfortable with that)x femme asexual reader who stims (with them also being very cuddly) and they have to remind them to eat and stuff and its just pure chaos and fluff and maybe also Natemare is dating the reader and its just very fluffy and mare and Phantom being very protective please, i live for protective Mare and Phantom ty ty ty :)

~ can i be ^-^ anon ty :)

Absolutely you can be the ^-^ anon! I love my regular anons. I'll get right on this for you! Would you like this in HC form, one for each of them? Or is this a fic form?

#fic request #^-^ anon #anon asks

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spookysweet-heart · 2 years

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Requests are Open!

All Requests will be SFW I will not write NSFW, angst, Oc x Character, Character x Character. I only write reader inserts.

Please include what the relationship is between the reader and the character. Romantic: Boyfriend/Girlfriend Husband/Wife

Platonic: Friends, siblings.

Your preferred pronouns. If you do not tell me what pronouns you’d like I will write it as gender-neutral by default.

Feel free to send me a prompt or AU with a little summary of what you want the fic to be about!

Characters:

Stranger Things:

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Eddie Munson

Chrissy Cunningham

Nancy Wheeler

Battle Egos:

Natemare

Phantom

Natpai

Bones

Resident Evil:

Leon S. Kennedy

Ashley Graham

Luis Sera

Claire Redfield

Chris Redfield

Jill Valentine

Carlos Oliveira

Alcina Dimitrescu

Bela Dimitrescu

Daniela Dimitrescu

Cassandra Dimistrescu

Beetlejuice:

Lydia Deetz

Beetlejuice

Scream:

Sidney Prescott

Billy Loomis

Tatum Riley

Stu Macher

Sam Carpenter

Tara Carpenter

Chad Meeks-Martin

Mindy Meeks-Martin

Julie and The Phantoms

Julie Molina

Luke Patterson

Alex Mercer

Reggie Peters

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moon-lv3r · 1 year

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༺ 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧-𝐥𝐯𝟑𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 ༻

- my name is ivy and this is my main blog. this is a multi fandom blog where i occasionally obsess over one show and hop onto a new one. the shows in the tags are the ones that i would write for now

- i mainly write gn!readers unless stated otherwise, do check the tags to which is which !

- side blogs:

↬ @str3wb-hee kpop side blog where i go crazy over idols (i do not write kpop fics)

- other sites to find me:

↬ ao3 - my ao3 account where you can even find my original works + series as my tumblr is strictly fandom one shots only !

- i accidentally deleted this blog back in dec 2022 😭

- i am not fully caught up with the mangas of every anime i write for, except for assassination classroom and jjk, so keep that in mind. i’m a busy person

- feel free to send me anything in my ask box ! questions are all welcome with the exception of sexual questions

- dm me if you want to be mutuals !

- requests: closed !

- what do i write:

↬ ships (both romantic and platonic)

↬ x readers

↬ scenarios

↬ au

- what i will not write:

↬ smut

↬ proships

DNI IF:

lack basic human decency, what more do i have to say?

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- masterlist:

↬ jojo’s bizarre adventure:

↬ phantom blood

↬ battle tendency

↬ stardust crusaders

↬ diamond is unbreakable

↬ vento aureo/golden wind

↬ stone ocean

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↬ assassination classroom

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↬ jujutsu kaisen

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↬ when i fly towards you

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↬ hell’s paradise/jigokuraku

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↬ chainsaw man

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↬ 18x2

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#moon-lv3r masterlist #introductory post #blog intro #jojo's bizarre adventure #assassination classroom #jujutsu kaisen #i dont mind writing for ships that i dont ship lol #just bc i write a ship does not mean i ship it #it just means im neutral with it #when i fly towards you #当我飞奔向你 #hell’s paradise #chainsaw man

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freckled-words · 4 years

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For The King - Part Eight

Not gonna lie, thanks to a caffeine kick that lasted the majority of the day, I worked on this instead of my actual job. WHOMP WHOMP.

But I’m really happy with the end result, and I’m really eager to see what you guys think!

Edited by @the-wild-ego

PART ONE / PART TWO / PART THREE / PART FOUR / PART FIVE / PART SIX / PART SEVEN

The two men were apprehended and brought to the castle’s dungeons.

Upon receiving this news King Phantom abandoned the corpse, giving the guards instructions to dispose of it. He’d gather more information from a body able to speak.

One portal and ten steps, and he was in his dungeon.

The castle dungeon held the kingdom’s murderers, rapists, and arsonists. Rather than keep an entire building separate for these criminals, the King preferred to have them close at hand. For those days when he was feeling particularly bothered and needed someone to take his frustrations out on.

It used to be he would do so without giving it a second thought, but after some nagging on his servant’s part, he would cast a truth spell on the scum first, and ascertain whether they were rightfully imprisoned.

It was fascinating to learn how many were genuinely the culprit, and how many of them were thrown in as a scapegoat for someone else, or had willingly taken the blame for a friend or family member.

His servant had given him another, more fun suggestion regarding his treatment of prisoners.

When he found them innocent of their crime, he would make them watch what he did to true guilty criminals. Then he would release them, and encourage them to describe the event in full detail to anyone who would listen.

As a result, the crime in his kingdom had dropped rather quickly. Many people had made requests to move from his kingdom. It was an enjoyable method of weeding out those that would pollute his land and cause him to listen to more complaints.

The cells held a handful of prisoners at the moment. Some had been around for a few months, and upon his arrival, immediately scurried to the back corner of their enclosure.

The guards in charge of the dungeons, for this shift, bowed and indicated the cell that their new captures had been thrown into.

Walking up to the bars, King Phantom’s brows rose as he saw the condition of the men. One had his arm in a sling, his lower lip was split, and his right eye was nearly swollen shut. The other had his hand bandaged, with purple fingers sticking out, his nose was broken in two places, and a nasty gash was visible on his cheek.

Looking over his shoulder at the guards he asked, “Put up a fight did they?”

The guards exchanged a quick glance with each other, then both gave the slightest shrug of their shoulders.

King Phantom was smirking as he tsked, “Naughty, you know they’re my toys to break.”

The men in the cells shifted, inching themselves further back.

King Phantom breathed in deep and hummed in pleasure at the smell that reached him, “Afraid are you? Good. You should be. You two unfortunate miscreants are far out of your league. I’ve an idea of who you’re working for, but I’d love to know who you think you’re working for.”

He unfastened the ties to his cloak, and let it drop to the ground. He flicked his finger and the lock on the cell came undone. Pulling open the door, he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. A wave of his hand and all the torches in the dungeon extinguished themselves.

One of the men whimpered.

A pair of blazing, inhuman, ruby irises peered down at them.

Then, they were both screaming.

*~*~

A woman’s screams ripped you from your sleep.

Irritated, rather than alarmed (screams weren’t uncommon in this castle) you got out of your bed and shuffled over to your bedroom door.

“I swear, if they’ve hired someone new and not given her the proper warning about his Majesty’s transformations, I will skin some people.”

Opening your door, you peered out and immediately had to duck back inside, avoiding being hit as a man was sent flying past you.

Peaking around the door frame, you felt your stomach clench. The man was dead, three daggers were clustered into his chest right where his heart was.

Looking down the hall in the other direction, you wished more than anything, that you had a means of speaking to the King from any amount of distance.

At the far end of the hall, a man was single handedly holding his own against four of the guards. He was blocking, parrying, and just….dancing, around them, all while landing lethal hits with his mace. His mace which was drenched in blood, sending spray and splatter onto the walls and floor with each swing.

Going back into your room, you slipped on your boots and grabbed your cloak. You couldn’t stay in your room and just wait for the mad man to continue on his merry way with his slaughtering.

You cautiously peaked around the frame once more, and nearly succumbed to the instinct to just lock yourself inside your room. The man had brought down two more of the guards and was making quick work of the last two.

‘Where is our fire breathing King when you need him?’

You took off down the hall, sending a silent prayer to the Gods for the souls of the guards that were being slain.

“Yoo hoo! Little servant? Where are you going?! I’d like to have an evening stroll with you!”

The stones of the hall carried the man’s voice to you. The hairs on the back of your neck tingled, as he sounded far too jovial. More concerning, was that he was here, slaughtering people, people that you knew and cared about, because he was after you.

Rounding the corner, you spotted two more guards ushering the servants to the servant’s passage.

“He’s coming! Go with the servants! We need to get word to the King, now!” You’d never given yourself heirs, you’d never presumed to think you could give others orders just because of your station. Yet there was no time to consider these things. You yelled these orders at the top of your lungs all while you continued to sprint down the hall.

The guards didn’t hesitate to obey. Once the last of the servants fled down the passage, they followed after.

You continued past the servant’s passage, keeping to the main hall. No one else needed to die if you could keep this unhinged man on your tail.

Practice from being by the King’s side, or sheer luck, sent a shiver down your spine, urging you to duck.

A dagger flew over your head and into the tapestry on the wall ahead of you.

“Oh goodie! If you hadn’t moved, I would have been in a lot of trouble ~”

He was closer than you’d anticipated him to be. Did he have magic to move him faster?

Part of you wanted to stay where you were, and confront the man dressed in such gaudy clothes. The smarter, larger part of your brain, kept you running.

~*~*~*

King Phantom gave the blood on his hand an experimental lick, and cringed, “The amount of salt you humans consume is disgusting.”

The two men had given him everything he needed, and in record time.

Pulling a handkerchief from his pocket, he wiped the rest from his hands as he walked towards the door, “Send for the grave keepers to clean this up.”

Another guard, sweaty and breathing hard, toppled through the door, “Your...Majesty, an intruder! In the servant’s wing, he..he’s slaughtering our men, their armor does nothing to protect them!”

King Phantom paused mid-wipe, his mind latching onto the location of the intruder.

The handkerchief burst into flames and crumbled to ashes, “Where is my servant?”

The guard paled, “Th-they sent me to find you, your Majesty.”

“You ....left, my servant? Just left them, with the intruder, who is able to cut through armored guards without any effort?” with each word, King Phantom advanced on the guard, his pupils narrowing into slits.

The guard could only drop to his knees, and bow his head, “They ordered me and another to get the others to safety, Your Majesty! I was obeying their order, as you’d ordered us to do Majesty.”

A touch of ruby energy ebbed from the corner of King Phantom’s mouth as he glared down at the stupid human.

Unfortunately, the imbecile had done as ordered on both counts. Five months ago, out of sheer boredom, King Phantom had given the secret, ironclad ruling, that his servant’s orders were to be obeyed as if they were his own. It was a game to himself, to see if his servant ever noticed. He hadn’t anticipated that his servant would never take such liberties as giving orders on their own.

Of course the one time that they do, it puts their life into jeopardy.

“I will deal with you later. Lock him in the cell!” He snapped this to the two guards behind him.

First he had to go kill this intruder, then he would deal with the idiot.

*~*~*~*

Remus was having the time of his life.

He got to vent out his 'happy' on the guards, and the servants were an absolute joy to send scurrying like mice.

Then here was his target, lovely little servant that they were, they were doing quite well at dodging his daggers. Contrary to popular belief, Remus isn’t so silly, as to not collect his daggers on the go.

They were beginning to slow down, which was to be expected after running for a solid four minutes without a break.

‘Stop messing around and bring me the servant!’

Remus’s mustache drooped, disheartened to have his fun cut short. “Party pooper.” He muttered, knowing perfectly well that the spying spell placed on him would allow her Highney to hear this.

“Little Servant ~ We can’t keep playing anymore I’m afraid, but not to worry! I’ll be ever so gentle with you ~”

Remus lifted his mace and gave it a twist. The mace shrank and reformed, changing into a ripple edged dagger.

His enchanted boots responded to his will, and sent him dashing faster than he had been.

He caught up to the servant right as they tried to turn a corner that lead down a set of stairs. His arm went around their waist, and with a tiny flick, he cut an itty bitty line on the back of their wrist. His enchanted weapon had just slipped a potent sleep spell into their bloodstream.

His hold tightened as the fight went out of them, and they began to fall asleep.

A soft, “Majesty” whispering out on their last conscious breath.

“Release my servant at once.”

Remus’ mouth popped into an “Oh” as he looked down to the base of the stairs.

A rather handsome chap was advancing, a ruby aura of power ebbing from his body. His voice had been deep, gurtual, ancient.

Not scared in the least, Remus dipped and scooped up the servant’s legs to hold them in a princess carry.

“Sorry, Scrumptious Highney, but I’m on delivery duty. And your adorable little friend here is the package. TA TA!”

Knowing it was there, Remus took a step backwards, through the golden rimmed portal.

The King leaped from the step, reaching for the portal. His hand barely caught the edge of his servant’s cloak, just as the portal snapped closed, severing the piece of cloth he held from the rest of their cloak.

#For The King #fanfiction #Remus Sanders #Phantom Battle #Dragon King AU #Part Eight #Platonic Reader x Phantom Battle

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Bond of a Gentleman Thief

*Requested by: @chapik123 | AU where Arsène becomes his own being both in and out of the Metaverse.

Fandom(s): Persona 5

P5 Protagonist/Joker x Fem Reader

Arsène & Fem Reader/Phantom Thieves of Hearts

Summary: A typical relaxing day in the Phantom Thieves’ lives with Joker’s former Persona, Arsène. And as once a part of their leader, he loves you just the same.

One-Shot

Content: Fluff, romance, humour, alternate universe, playful flirting, platonic relationships, established relationship.

Warnings: None.

Main List | 𝐉𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐫 | AO3

If Joker had known that the strange Shadow they were facing gave random status effects—one of which could separate a Persona from its' user, he would've taken the time to reconsider his targets. This was not what he and everyone else were expecting when they decided to do some training in Mementos.

When Noir had been hit, she was influenced by Sleep in the middle of the fight. Skull was taken by Freeze, and Panther had Paralyze. It was a prolonging battle, but just as Joker made his All-Out Attack, the Shadow somehow landed a direct blow in exchange.

"Joker!" Mona shouts as the other thieves looked at their leader in worry. Joker's chest felt tight, along with a strange headache. He had to lower himself to the ground so he wouldn't collapse from his condition.

You immediately rushed to his side and supported him as he tried to gather his bearings.

"Aki..?" you spoke softly as your brows furrowed in concern. Saying his real name showed your deep worry for him.

"I.." he trailed off, clutching his shirt and holding a hand to his forehead.

The team gathered around to check on him, all three status effects had already been removed, but they didn't know what was happening to their leader.

"I don't know what's going on! These readings don't make sense!" Oracle exclaimed.

Suddenly, Joker's mask began to light up in familiar blue flames before it went over to the rest of his body, leaving you to let him go, backing away with your teammates as the fire became larger.

"What the hell..?!" Skull says in shock.

Chains had suddenly sprouted up, and soon the large flames moved from Joker's body, towering over him instead. Arsène's black wings came out and dispersed the fire completely, leaving the Persona to fully appear.

"Arsène..?" you let out in confusion.

"But Joker didn't even take off his mask!" exclaims Mona, wide eyed. "A Persona can't just show up on its own!"

Joker's pain had now faded away, and he was able to stand up again. You went and helped him, putting his arm over your shoulders to support his weight. Joker was now facing his first Persona in the eyes, disbelieving when seeing the sight for himself.

It was after that that Akira's life took a turn. He was always able to feel Arsène at the forefront of his mind outside the Metaverse. The noiret could sense the Persona's reaction to certain things. Like when he checked out an Arsène Lupin book from the library the first time or when you'd come over to see him alone in Leblanc or out on a date around Tokyo. Akira figured that the reason for Arsène's fond reaction to you was because of his own feelings.

From what Mona and Igor had told him, Personas are the manifestation of thought that comes from deep inside a person's heart. And there wasn't a doubt that Akira’s love for you was the same, he never thought that his Personas would be kind of influenced from it.

"You're going to be late for school if you don't go now~" Arsène says lightly, fiery eyes glowing with a bit of mirth. Akira wasn't sure if he could still reach into his mind like he used to.

After what happened in Mementos two weeks ago, it came to the thieves' realization that Arsène had somehow separated himself from Akira. He could appear in the real world on his own, which startled the group greatly when they saw him show up after a flash of blue flames in Leblanc one day. Morgana needed to take a breather when it happened.

No one was sure if Arsène still counted as a Persona anymore with how materialistic he was. Luckily, to Sojiro and other civilians Arsène was invisible. They couldn't see, hear, or feel him in any way. Morgana theorized that it was most likely because of the Metaverse. Since the thieves have been there and were Persona users, it'd make sense that they'd be the only ones to notice him. Futaba thought to call Arsène a ghost for it. Ryuji went for demon, considering how the former Persona still had a connection to Akira, the noiret was probably a lifeline for his existence still.

Having Arsène around wasn't a bad thing, he never showed up during class or out in the open when Akira and Morgana went out on errands. But he would pop up occasionally when Phantom Thief business would be discussed or to just have a leisure hangout. Plus, he helped the Wildcard in increasing his Charm and Kindness. You enjoyed his flirting and doting either way.

What turned out to be a random team up with Akira's Persona had become a unique and fitting dynamic friendship with everyone.

"Okay, so Operation Babe Hunt was a fail, but this time we have a shot!" Ryuji said enthusiastically. It was the weekend, so the group came together to spend time in Shibuya. The girls went off to do some window shopping, which included bringing a reluctant you along with.

"But why am I here? I already have a girlfriend." Akira reminded blankly. Though he knew you wouldn't take Ryuji's dating search seriously.

"I know." the blond groaned. "What's with our leader having all the luck?"

"Is this really something important enough that we have to do again?" asked Yusuke, uninterested. "I would've much preferred going to see any art supplies that can be sold here."

"I don't understand why I'm here either." Akechi added with arms crossed, hiding his irritation behind a smile. "If you haven't noticed, I have some paperwork to get to."

"Oh come on!" Ryuji says, eyes begging. "You can't just leave me on my own, this is a group effort." he turns to Akira. "Besides, since you already have a girl, you could be the wingman."

Akira's face doesn't change, "Why not just ask Arsène?"

The Persona appears as soon as his name was mentioned, startling Ryuji. "To catch a woman's attention should begin with a gentleman's behaviour.”

"That's asking a lot for Ryuji." Morgana comments, sticking his head out of Akira's bag.

"Like you have any room to talk." retorts Ryuji. "For a so called gentleman yourself, you can't seem to turn the cat charm on Ann."

The feline gave a fierce glare, ears pointed up. "I'd be better than a brute."

"You—"

"Let's settle down, yes?"Arsène interrupted calmly, flapping his wings forward in between Akira and Ryuji. "There's no need for such a dispute."

"You can finish your petty little fight out of the public eye." Akechi stated bluntly. "It would make things much easier for us to not be stared at like freak shows."

Ryuji just stared at the male, annoyed. "I figured the Detective Prince would be a total chick magnet, but thinking about it now, it was probably a bad idea."

"I would think that Arsène's opinion on gaining a relationship would be a preferred choice." Yusuke inputs thoughtfully. "His assistance has helped (Y/N) and our leader's own romance grow further."

Akira's body slightly jolts as he turns to the artist a little frazzled. Yusuke had admired the love between you when you both revealed to your friends that you were dating. He even made a few painting of you and Akira modelling for him as inspiration. Of course Arsène came to see them, including the process. Together they were an unique pair. They bonded with their formal speech, and the perspectives Arsène gave him in art.

"We're not in the 20th century." Ryuji declined. He wasn't about to have Akira's old Persona/demon coach him in the ways of getting a girl. The two came into banter over Ryuji's habits, like slouching and way of speaking, though not seriously butting heads.

"You wound me, monsieur." chuckled Arsène. "Ladies still do find chivalry to be an attractive trait."

"Ugh..." The blond's face remained flat when gazing at the demon levitating above them.

"This is going to take a while.." Akira says to the other males as they watched Arsène and Ryuji bicker back and forth again.

"You looked like you had a fun time." you say amusedly, standing in his room.

"That's one word to describe it." your boyfriend sighed, lying on his bed, face free of his fake spectacles.

Your friends had gone out to gather their things for a studying session. As the first to arrive, you went to meet with Akira.

You give a small sympathetic smile as you walked up to him, taking a seat while placing his head on your lap. Akira held a look of contentment and softness at you. Your hand moved to run through his soft messy black tresses, you found a love for touching his fluffy hair.

Akira glides his own hand into yours before lacing your fingers together. Turning your intertwined hand to where he was faced with the back of your palm, the noiret pressed an affectionate kiss to it. A light blush rose to your cheeks at the gesture.

"Always the romantic, huh?" you said, heart fluttering.

"For my Treasure, definitely." he responds, tons nonchalant, the casual debonair that he was.

You lean down close enough to where your noses lightly touched. Akira's other hand came to cup your cheek, encouraging you further to his lips. Just as you two were about to kiss, a familiar presence came to his room.

"Of course, he has some help along the way, chérie." Arsène spoke, humour in his fiery eyes as he disrupted the moment.

Akira groaned quietly as his head plopped back to your lap. "It's nice to see you again, Arsène." you greet calmly, with a faint regaled smile.

He bowed with a hand to his chest, "It is always a pleasure to be graced by your arrival, chère rosé."

The noiret eyes the demon sharply, "Hey, there's only one phantom thief in her life you know."

The entity only lets out a laugh, "Ah, there is no need for agression, you are my creator after all. My adoration for our dame voleuse is from your own heart, I assure you." with the flap of his wings, Arsène is in front of you and Akira. He takes his clawed hand and holds your human one, fragile and all flesh. He delivers his own kiss to it, where the flames behind his piercing smile gave you a gentle brush.

"No Trésor could compare." cooed Arsène.

You give an expression of amusement, you were used to Arsène's natural cunning and flirtatious behavior. He showed the most personality out of all of Akira's Personas. When Arsène brought this side of him to the team the first few times, they weren't sure if he was serious or playful.

Ann was taken aback by it, replying with dry responses to his words before getting used to how it was just who he was. She helped settle the demon down from his eccentrics. He and Haru became close over their dark tones that hid behind kind demeanours. Makoto gave lighthearted debates over law with him. Futaba adored the former Persona, in both fascination and personal likeness. She wanted to broaden his views of modern life. And Arsène displayed a more softer side towards the youngest member, they made a mischievous pair.

But of course, there was you. You were the Wildcard's lover, the object of his affection. Arsène wondered if you knew just how strongly the boy felt for you. You were sweet to the ones closest to you, whether it was noticeable or not. A formidable and reliable Persona user who always had her teammates' back. Akira has never loved anyone in the past as much as he loves you now. And you shared the same feelings, it wasn’t exaggeration for you to claim that no one could beat Akira in your love life.

Arsène naturally held some of Akira's love for you when he separated from him. Which meant that no matter the bonds he had with the girls, which are genuine to him, the demon would always be devoted to you. He shared Akira's romanticism, proving a close resemblance to the Arsène Lupin from the books with his gentlemanly manners. The former Persona's charm was filled with honest adoration. You took it in fondness for him, finding light humour in his antics as well, including his teasing to the noiret for doing so. You'd even play along to Arsène's jest, which made him consider you a femme fatale in those moments. It allured both him and Akira upon this side of you.

"That can be debatable." the noiret says impassively, narrowly gazing at Arsène.

"There's never a dull moment with you two." you muse, shaking your head.

Soon Morgana came in, his paws lightly pattering against the stairs as he made his way up. "Hey Joker, Akechi's here. He says he wants to talk to you about something. He seems.. disgruntled." the feline's face showed a look of pleasant surprise when noticing you. "Oh, Lady (Y/N)! I didn't realize you were here so soon."

"Hey, Mona." you slightly wave. Akira reluctantly sits up, away from your lap. He scratches his head, feeling exasperated over the double interruptions.

"Akechi never misses a cue, huh?" Akira replies dryly, a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

A small laugh escapes you when seeing Akira's pout. To make your boyfriend's mood better, you give a kiss to his cheek. "We can spend time together later. You should go see what Akechi wants, you know how he is with you."

Akira's lips make a line, looking only half unmotivated to go, but his steel eyes soften for you as he stands up and adjusts his clothes a bit. You turn to Morgana with inviting arms, to which he happily accepts, scampering into your embrace.

"A friendship like theirs wouldn't be without settling oppositions." remarks Arsène. The rivalry between those two boys was basically the foundation of their relationship.

"That's an understatement." you sigh.

The noiret puts his glasses back on, moving towards you, he holds his hand out. You take it, both gazing at each other sweetly. It left you to carry Morgana with one arm as you both made it downstairs; Arsène following behind.

Akechi was seated at the bar as Sojiro stood behind it, going over his daily task. When seeing you all, the older man gestured his head to the detective.

"I'll leave you guys to talk, I'm closing up so make sure everything is clean and tidy after your friends are gone. Don't forget to lock up." and after a few minutes, Sojiro flipped the door sign closed and left.

"Pardon the intrusion." spoke Akechi, holding an easygoing smile. "I hope I didn't disrupt you two."

"Did you come for some coffee before going about the evening?" Akira plainly asked the brunette with a raised brow. The noiret wonders if interrupting his time with you was what the detective hoped for.

Akechi chuckles lightly in response, "Leblanc's coffee is more so a bonus. I was thinking of having one made by you as repayment for bringing me along with your friend's shenanigans."

You sweat drop, expression blank as you feel Akechi's mild chagrin. Morgana only gave the detective a wary look, hopping onto one of the stool seats.

Akira turns to you with the shake of his head before letting go of your hand to move behind the bar. Putting on his green apron, he began to prepare Akechi's drink.

"A penny for your thoughts, detective?" Arsène inquires amusedly.

Said teen regarded the former Persona carefully. ".. I'm merely expecting a beverage in return for wasting my afternoon in witnessing your lecture to Sakamoto."

"The boy has much to learn if he wants to reach a lady's heart." Arsène simply states.

"I'm sure Ryuji will figure it out eventually." you muse, the back of your hand resting under your chin on the counter.

"Who knows when that's gonna come." Morgana comments slyly.

"Here you are." Akira places the warm cup in front of Akechi.

"You have my thanks." the brunette nods.

"Hey!" Ryuji greets, coming inside, with the others following behind him.

“Sojiro texted to let us know the café was still open.” notified Futaba, waving her phone. As she and Yusuke didn’t attend the same school like everyone else, they had no involvement with the homework.

“We should keep everything to a minimum, we wouldn’t want to inconvenience him for trusting us here without his supervision.” Makoto advised.

Ryuji raises a brow at Akechi, “I think none of us were expecting see you twice today.”

The brunette gives a tight grin, “I just came for some compensation from your leader after the hours you’ve made me give up.”

“Hey, I didn’t drag you along outta force!”

“That defence is rather weak.”

“Why don’t we get started, yeah?” you offer, defusing a future argument.

“You guys can take a seat.” said Akira, following your lead. “Do you want anything?”

“A coffee does sound nice, thank you.” Haru nods appreciatively.

“I for one only came for the café’s beverages.” Yusuke bluntly said.

Futaba nudges him with her elbow, “Just sit down and help, all right, Inari?”

“That name is always unnecessary!”

“Guess we have to study now…” Ann sighed.

After delivering everyone’s orders, the group gathered at one of the tables with open books and paper. You and Akira naturally sat together. Arsène went to look around, levitating above you all.

“Thieves aren’t thieves without knowledge.” the demon muses. “Anything can become useful.”

“You say it like it’s easy..” Ryuji slightly slouched.

“Arsène makes a valid point.” agreed Morgana, as both different beings that originated in the same reality, they got along well. “Studying has proven a great strength for the Metaverse.”

“Um, how do you do question 7 again?” asked Ann, looking over her textbook.

“Here, I can teach you.” Makoto says, turning to help the blonde.

“Thanks.”

“For a high school student yourself, you show no indication of it.” Arsène notes to Akechi.

“I make sure to balance both school and detective work is all.” the young male answered.

“And putting Persona user in the mix doesn’t always make things easy.” Arsène gestures to Akira. “Take my creator for instance, he has a habit of self-neglect with so many things on his plate.”

The noiret narrows his eyes at his former Persona, stoic.

“But of course our autre moitié and confidants always bring him back to his senses.” a tiny blush sweeps Akira’s face at the sentence as you brush a lock of his curly hair gently. A smile graces your lips, feeling shy at another of Arsène’s casual declaration of love for you. His French pet names are evident for one.

Akira gives your thigh a light squeeze from under the table, tracing your knee with his thumb. The noiret’s gaze is open and honest to you behind his spectacles.

“Perhaps you need to learn how to slow down from work.” inputs Arsène. In hindsight, he acted as a parent/guardian in some ways.

“I’m perfectly able, I find time to be more worthwhile in what I do now.” Akechi would be described as the cliche stubborn and distant child. Though Arsène doesn’t mind it.

“I’m not sure if I find their dynamic more interesting than Arsène and Ryuji’s.” you chuckle.

“I think so, too.” Morgana licked his paw.

“We aren’t that interestin’!” objected Ryuji.

“Deny all you want, you two give us quite the show.” Futaba replies, humoured.

“It is hard not to watch.” Haru joins in, a small giggle escaping her.

“Your personalities clash in a unique setting.” Yusuke notes to her. “Something pleasant on the outside that actually hides shared desire for danger. Quite frightening.”

“Arsène’s need to analyze for any loophole of the law fits with that as well.” sighs Makoto. She goes to stare at Akira after. “He gets it from someone.”

“Only the less obvious person would be it.” Ann laughs.

“But that’s what makes me fascinating, no?”

You lean to your boyfriend’s shoulder, “We’re an intriguing bunch, huh?”

Akira slides his hand to yours, “Yeah, but we make it work.”

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