#because by showing or saying you're at your lowers then you're not a persona anymore

[astridthevalkyrie]

baby we’re barely (holding on) | hawks x reader

A chance encounter leaves you reminiscing about the past and pondering the future. Who would have thought the number two hero has thought about you just as much as you've thought about him?

warnings: references to smut/sex but no actual smut in the story

a/n: i caught up with the mha manga today so my binge is finally over..........i cannot believe hawks is who i have decided to spit out 2k words of pure artsy fluff about. i did not see this coming i thought it would be aizawa i wanted it to be aizawa. tenko-centered fic possibly coming soon??

"Yo, Hawks!"

His wings react before his head does, and if the way a few of his feathers fluff isn't a sign that he's pleased to see you the unreadable grin on his face is. "There's my favorite hero. I thought I'd see you on stage today."

That stings slightly, but not because he said it, you'd half expected it too. Only Hawks must have cracked the case on how to get such acclaim in such a short time. It's part of the reason you sought him out in the first place, a couple years back. Oh, damn, has it been that long? You'd been such a mess back then. Today might just be dedicated to showing the man that you're not a popularity-crazed maniac anymore.

When he hugs you, it's by the waist again, and you realize no time has passed at all. The you that was a seventeen year old meeting an eighteen year old Hawks had butterflies from this cliche move of his and twenty-one year old you is no better. You're just a tad too into this cocky persona; and it is a persona, no doubt about it. Within that feeling is a scolding lesson to accept people for who they are, but that's difficult when Hawks doesn't make that common knowledge. The only reason you know it's fake is because of that one night, that night, the night he had whined desperately in your ear, "Keigo. Say my name when you come for me, please."

And that remained the only time you'd ever said it. Another reason why Hawks' hands on your lower back, a touch that he would never let linger so much with any other pro, briefly sets your common sense ablaze.

"Would you get a drink with me?" His hair is not as perfectly in place as it seems on screen, you note, but the slight crookedness makes him all the more endearing when he cocks his head. "For old times' sake?"

"Day drinking? You don't seem like the type, birdbrain." Ah, good, nicknames to fall into an easy rapport.

"I'm just getting apple cider." Hawks' eyes twinkle—jeez, who actually stood in the mirror perfecting something like that? You're more sympathetic to your younger self now more than ever. "Agreed to meet with the flame hero later, gotta keep my senses about me. You're friends with Mirko, yeah? The two of you should swing by too."

A stray finger brushes over your elbow, the course pad gently pressing into your skin, right next to your pocket, where the cable for your earphones is sticking out. Hawks hums at the sight, tapping his own headphones wordlessly, a small smirk on his face.

There's more words when you read between the lyrics, a newly burgeoning eighteen year old hero had said to you, dontcha think?

How odd. Had it been Hawks speaking then, or Keigo? Who is speaking now?

"We can pay you a visit, yeah." One of his arms is still wrapped around your waist, and more people are starting to flood into the backstage area to offer their congratulations, so you tap his headphones too, in the same spot, and raise a brow. "But that drink?"

He steps back, an immediate lack of warmth greeting you. He's surprisingly heated for being so cool and, well, avian. It would be ironic if he wasn't, though, and the heat was only coming from how well your body remembered how his felt pressed against you. You should feel like a pervert for these thoughts, but Hawks is the one who's still in your personal space.

And there he remains. Even when you exit the hall, even as you're away from the heroes and walking amongst civilians, he stays glued to your side, stuck like a protective boyfriend. It's a good time to remember that your feelings for him had never been about sex, appealing though it was. It was because, back then, as a new hero yourself, Hawks draping himself over you, whistling against your cheek as he praised you from behind your shoulder, at the time, it had felt like...like...

The sweetest form of love. Something you knew was fleeting, but real.

You let it happen. and it was easy. Maybe because he made it painfully obvious that he wanted you just as much as you wanted him, because he'd looked at you as though you were a dream he could never hope to have. At the end, Hawks hadn't pulled away, had he? It'd been you.

"Sorry," you blurt, at the same time he asks, "So how much did you really think you were gonna get in the top ten today?"

The two of you blink at each other. "Sorry rescinded," you mutter sourly.

Hawks chortles, knuckles bumping into yours. "Well, I won't bother saying apology accepted then, but you get the sentiment. I, ah, don't think you have anything to say sorry for, though."

Slipping your hand into your pocket, you close your fingers over your phone. "You sent me eight texts, and I didn't respond to any of them."

You've read through those eight texts so many times that you could recite them in your sleep. Best be with your eyes closed too, or else the onlookers would recognize the way your head bowed in guilt. It started with hey, we should talk and u free tonight? Then, after a couple hours, it was i didnt mean to make things weird.

At around 4 PM. i know ur areas change 2nite

Two hours exactly after. damn not even a *tonight huh

okay i respect it

i'll see you when i see you, chickadee :)

And, finally, a year later.

i miss you so fucking much i cant stand it

Despite the longing, despite how you'd very nearly teared up the first time you'd read that last message (and then following hundred times you reread it obsessively), you didn't respond. You didn't let your paths cross again. The only reason you even sought him out after today's ceremony was because you'd found that damned feather bracelet yesterday and your hopeless naivety had won out over your supposed maturity.

If anything, your explanation only makes him more amused. "You counted? That's adorable, chickadee."

He opens the door for you and your eyes meet his. Underneath that boyish charm is a kindness, a teasing look reassuring you that he really doesn't hold anything against you. You're not sure if that means it didn't actually hurt him all that much or that he's had enough years to recover from the hurt. It is not naivety, but cruelty, that makes you hope that it's not the former.

To make you feel better and worse, Hawks quirks a brow like he's accepting a challenge. "Nothing to apologize for. Don't believe me?" In a second, he's bringing your hand up to his lips, bowing his head to kiss your knuckles and spread a furious rush through your veins.

It's not the former. Your heart beats painfully. It's not the former. It might not even be the latter. Perhaps Hawks and you were one and the same, never getting over it and just continuing to smile brightly every morning regardless. Maybe even though you're only twenty-one, this damned feeling of an old, overgrown soul that you have is mirrored in him.

An overgrown soul with all the kicking feet and high-pitched giggles of a teenager.

"Alright, birdbrain," you say, and maybe you've learned a thing or two about making your eyes twinkle from him too, "thank you. To answer your question, I wasn't super confident, it was a wish more than anything else."

As you walk into the cafe he's chosen, you wave at a little girl whose mouth had fallen open as soon as she caught sight of you. "You'll make it next year," he observes casually, the statement sounding like a promise coming from him.

It doesn't matter as much as it used to, and you tell him as much. That little girl's expression is more than enough of a reward, hell, just him buying you a drink is enough of a reward ("who says I'm paying?" Hawks remarks, sliding over a card across the counter as soon as you've put in your order). This casual exchange means more to you than a lot of things, actually. It gives you something new to replay in your head over and over again, instead of...

Sheets clutched in your fists, his heavy breath on your neck, switching between using his tongue and teeth, in between apologies that sound like sorry, i'm sorry, i've never done this before and a muffled groan when you tell him that you, too, are also a virgin. The absolute disarray in his expression, as though he couldn't decide whether he should remove your clothes or just kiss you, but he kept returning to your lips regardless. You remember each kiss you'd shared with him that night. There'd been a lot of tongue too, as expected of two horny, inexperienced teenagers who were simply intoxicated on the feeling of having their feelings reciprocated.

But that night wasn't all you remembered. You also recall vividly the evening he'd flown you up to the top of a building, and let you rest your arm on his shoulder as both of you sipped on apple cider, with him pretending like the drink was scorching his tongue and you pretending that you were drunk. Stay with me, Hawks! you'd dramatically cried. He'd winked, and you think he was actually drunk that day because he'd leaned in, close enough for you to feel his breath on your lips, and whispered, I'm not going anywhere, chickadee.

The most surprising thing was that you hadn't kissed him right then and there, as you two celebrated your youth.

"So what's next for you? Aiming for the number one spot?"

"Eventually, of course." A set of perfect teeth flash a confident smile at you. With a slight clink, he sips his cider, humming thoughtfully. "But first, I, ah, might actually be AWOL for a bit."

"Oh yeah?" You sip your drink as well. "A special mission or something?"

"Or something. Let's just say I gotta keep my head low to avoid giving off a cocky self image."

"Can't imagine what could possibly give people that impression," you drawl sarcastically. He shrugs innocently.

"That's actually why I thought it'd be best to catch a drink with you now. I don't think I'll be able to meet up or even text in the next few months. But don't worry," and he winks at you even as a sudden unease grows in your stomach, "if you get to eight texts, I'll definitely respond then."

Unsurprisingly, you're not a fan of how it sounds like he's saying goodbye. You just allowed yourself to re-enter his life and you wanted to make time to properly apologize to him, to make up for lost time. You don't think you necessarily deserve a second chance, or another brief whirlwind romance, but you still want to buy him a drink to return the favor.

"Hawks," you begin, leaning forward, "what is the commission making you—"

A hand cups the back of your neck, but he doesn't tug you forward. Instead he meets you at your seat, and presses his lips to yours.

This feels like a dream. You must have dreamt this at least once in your several dreams about him.

"Fuck," he breathes, as your lips mold to fit his, sounding like he's never had such an absolute honor. "You're perfect, chickadee. I'll miss you."

You surge forward too, not as inexperienced now, and your hand cups his chin, figuring you'll apologize to your PR team later if someone gets a picture of this. To the outside world, it will look like a hero who fell for her coworker's charm, but to you it looks like something too good to be true.

Faintly, you feel a hushed message amongst the sensation. A fight is coming. I can't talk. We'll need your help.

The first thing you think is strategic. Questions burn in your brain, about who and where and when. That is your twenty-one year old self, and in her maturity she takes precedence. A hero you are first, a hero you will remain. The second thing, however, is a wide-eyed question that your seventeen year old self asks. Did he only kiss you to give you a message?

Thankfully, that fear is assuaged the second he breaks away, continuing to look at you like you're his salvation. Even if Hawks is that good of an actor, you'll let yourself get played, and if things go south, you'll accept it as a just retribution for abandoning him when he needed you. What you won't do is make that mistake again. You both are barely holding on, just like this whole society, and maybe you're holding onto a long gone memory of an eighteen year old who taught you what love was. But you'll continue to hold on, and if the wait kills you, you'll just send eight rapid texts in succession, and he'll come back to you.

A feathered bracelet presses into Hawks' hand. "I want that back the next time we hang out, birdbrain. Don't forget."

Keigo’s eyes twinkle again. "I'll keep it with me always."

Then he kisses you again, and this time no message is relayed.

"When we burn this world down," Dabi whispers, a glee in his gaze that Hawks avoids looking at, "she'll go down with it too."

The only change in his expression, a contrast to the fire that blazes in his chest, is a simple grin.

"Yeah, man, I know. We all gotta make sacrifices, don't we?"

#hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #takami keigo x reader #hawks x you #keigo takami x you #takami keigo x you #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia x you #boku no hero academia x you #valkyrie stories

[writerofjourneys]

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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hey so i have a prompt request? feyre and rhys hooking up under the mountain, there's like not a lot of good fics for this so i was wondering if you'd write them please. maybe like hate sex and rhys CoN persona? thank you also you're writing is so great :)

I am very amused by how my mood affects my writing. When I was first sent this, I had just finished writing my starfall/ first kiss scene and the thought of my loves UTM was unbearable. Today I am angry at everyone and actually, kinky hate sex seems right up my alley... so cheers to us dear anon. Hold on tight.

Fuck You, Feyre Darling

I landed on the floor of my cell for what seemed like the thousandth time. My grazed palms caught the stone, and the rumble of the bars sliding closed vibrated in my bones. I pulled my knees into my chest, and just lay there, seeing nothing. 

There were nights that I had spent crying, and nights that I had raged. Today, I was just tired.

That is not to say, of course, that the despair was no longer there. It was just that my body was spent, and I was now too exhausted to feel anything at all. In some ways, it was such a relief, that I wouldn't have to drown in those emotions. In other ways, the emptiness stretched out like a desert and it swallowed me more completely than my feelings ever had.

I didn't care.

I couldn't tell you how much time passed, but at some point I became aware of Rhysand sitting against the wall, just watching me silently. Somewhere far away, I wondered why he was here all the time. Why anyone would spend a second of their free time in a vile little cell with me. And then I stopped caring again.

"Well," he said, "it's quieter. But I don't think it's better."

I didn't know what he was talking about, but I didn't ask. Rhys explained anyway. 

"I mean usually with you it's cry, cry, cry. My arm hurts, I miss Tamlin, the tasks are hard, blah, blah blah blah, blah. I have to say the silence is not an unpleasant change."

I glared at him, but couldn't quite muster the energy to say anything. He'd probably get bored and leave anyway.

"Of course, now I have no one to play with," Rhys went on. "I can't very well spar with myself, can I?" He eyed me for a minute, and I turned away again.

Rhys stood then, and wandered over to me. "Come on now, get up off the floor. You're not this pathetic." "I'm not pathetic," I said. "I'm just exhausted. Leave me alone." "No," was all Rhys said, and then he was picking me up under the arms and hauling me up. I had no strength to resist.

I swayed on my feet when Rhys finally had me standing. 

"What are you doing in here?" I asked him, my tired voice tripping over the words. I folded my arms across my chest to keep them from dangling at my sides. "I came to see you, of course." Rhys said. "Why, am I interrupting something? Are you entertaining?" He looked around the cell theatrically. "Are you hiding Tamlin somewhere in here?"

I said nothing.

"Oh, that's right," Rhys continued. "He's not here, he's never here, because all he does is sit back and watch you get tortured." Something hot lit in his eyes. 

"Hey," I said. "That's not fair. You know he's under Aramantha's thumb at the moment. She watches his every movement." "And what am I, a free bird?" Rhys argued, arms gesturing out wide. "And yet here I am. If you want something enough, you find a way. He's a fucking High Lord, what's he doing just sitting there?"

Anger flickered in my chest.

"Aramantha cut off his power," I said through gritted teeth. "Aramantha cut off everyone's power," Rhysand countered. "But I've been here, even Vanserra's been in. And where's your great love? If it were me, if I were the one who loved you, I'd be doing everything I could to help you. I'd spend every second trying to be near you. Aramantha be damned, I wouldn't care if she took my head off, at least I'd be trying to save you. Tamlin's a fool and a coward.”

Rhys started to turn away from me, but suddenly that small flicker blazed into a roaring fire. I slammed him back, far beyond caring that he was a high lord and my human girl arms were completely useless.

I must have caught him off guard, or maybe he just let me. Because he thudded back against the wall of the cell, eyes widening in surprise. Then, infuriatingly, a smile bloomed in the corners of his mouth. 

I hated him. In that moment, I hated him more than I had hated anything or anyone in my short life.

“Hit a nerve did I, Feyre darling?” he asked. “I’m not your darling,” I snarled. “And you’re wrong.” “Oh I’m wrong am I? Then do bring out your lordly love, show me where indeed you’ve been keeping him this whole time.”

And Cauldron damn him, I couldn’t. Couldn’t prove him wrong. But the idea that Tamlin could be here if he really, truly tried, was so intolerable that I didn’t dare consider it. Rather than have to answer him, I threw my fists into his chest, and I was shocked by how good the impact felt.

Rhys only grinned wider.

“What the fuck are you smiling at?” I demanded. Smug bastard. “You,” Rhys said. The picture of calmness. “Well I hate it,” I spat at him. “You look ugly when you grin.”

Rhys folded his arms. “Well now that’s just not true,” he said, and before I knew what I was doing I slapped him hard across the face. To see if I could wipe that stupid smirk off completely.

Indeed Rhys’ smile dropped, and cold satisfaction curled down my veins. But he didn’t move.

“Damn you, fight back,” I said. He didn’t move. His stillness infuriated me so much I just started pummelling him, my hands and elbows against his motionless torso. It was like fighting a mountain.

“Just... fight... back... you... fucking... prick,” I ground out between lashes. Rhys was a statue. “Fight back, do something,” I screamed, and to my deep frustration my voice cracked on the last word. A sob scraped up the inside of my throat, and finally, Rhys moved. 

In between one strike and the next, Rhys grabbed a hold of my flailing wrists and strode four steps across the cell, pushing me back until I was shoved up against the opposite wall. His hands pinned mine to the bricks.

For a second, Rhys stared down at me with utter fury, and it both scared and thrilled me. And then the next second, I couldn’t quite tell who moved first but his lips were on mine and we were snarling at each other with tongues and teeth. 

Anger now rolled off me like hot smoke, scorching my skin but heating my blood. I raked my nails down Rhys’ arms, as if I could shred his immaculate jacket. I tugged his shirt down, looking for bare skin, and clawed at his exposed collar bones, even as my neck strained to get closer. To kiss him deeper. 

Rhys responded by moving a hand to my throat, pushing me back but not squeezing hard enough to cut off my airway. Just enough that I couldn’t push back. Just enough that I could feel the wall pressing into the back of my head, and when I resisted against him he was unmovable. Rhys stepped forward into me, and now there was cold brick all the way down my spine and the backs of my legs, and Rhysand’s warm body all the way down my front. I lifted a foot against the wall for leverage, but Rhys had me pinned, and slowly he wrested control from me. 

The strangest thing was, the more he took over, the more relief I felt. My anger poured into him, and it didn’t feel like it was going to kill me anymore. So I moved the leg that was trying to push off the wall, and slid it up Rhys’ thigh instead. He didn’t hesitate, grabbed it and hitched it to his hip so he could grind his hips into me, and when I felt the hardness of him pressing into my lower abdomen, I gasped.

The movement broke the kiss, and Rhys pulled his face back only far enough to stare into my eyes. I read the questions that swam there, and couldn’t bear the answers.

So I just tilted my head back defiantly, and said, “Are you gonna fuck me or just stare at me some more?”

The world blurred, everything went dark and then we were in Rhys’ room. 

I wobbled, took a step back to steady myself and my calves hit his bed. Rhys’ arms tightened around my waist, so I didn’t fall. He growled low in his throat, and put his teeth on my neck.

The pressure and slight pain grounded me, and before the awful, intolerable thoughts could form again, I went for his lips and he responded with a hunger than took my breath away. I kissed him back, and sighed my relief against his tongue.

Then the prick laughed. 

I bit down hard on his lip, and was rewarded with a soft yelp. He landed a stinging slap across my backside, and as shudders rippled through me, my hands went for his belt. Whipped it out from its loops, only for Rhys to snatch it from my hands, fold it in half and press the leather to my mouth. I let him slide it between my teeth, and then his hands were gripping my hips and turning me sharply. Dragging me back to him, something hard now shoving against my ass as he palmed my breasts and a moan from somewhere in my stomach made its way past the belt in my bite.

Rhys’ left hand found my throat again. His right hand slid between my legs.

"Is this what you wanted, Feyre darling?” Rhys crooned. He took the belt from my teeth and looped it loosely around my neck. Like a collar. “Still not your darling,” I spat, and then his fingers slipped under the waistband of my pants and my knees buckled. “Want to bet?” Rhys hissed. “Because your soaking wet pussy says otherwise.” 

Rhys moved his fingers all the way down and then back up the seam of me, and I couldn’t argue. Not when he started to circle my clit, and words died in my mouth. His hand tugged the belt a little tighter around my throat, and then he pushed two fingers into me and this time my moan was louder.

“That’s right, moan for me and show me exactly how you aren’t mine,” Rhys mocked. “Fuck you,” I gritted out, even as his fingers pumped inside of me and pleasure curled tight in my belly.  “With pleasure,” Rhys responded, and next thing I knew I was being bent over the bed, my pants yanked down over my backside and my hips tilted up sharply. I braced for the first pressure against my entrance, but instead another slap sang out over my exposed ass. I gasped in shock, and barely had time to register the sensation before I was smacked again.

“You know, I’m starting to think you rather enjoy a little pain,” Rhys said. I could hear the bloody smirk in his voice. “Yes,” I retorted. “You are a little pain.” Another slap, and the pain burst across my eyes. Along with a searing pleasure that had me writhing on the bed seeking friction.

“Oh trust me darling, there’s nothing little about me,” Rhys said, and then suddenly he was pushing inside me and fuck if every cell in my body wasn’t clamouring for more.

“Gods, fuck Rhysand,” I said, my lips moving without thought. “Rhysand?” he asked. Drew out and then thrust slowly in again. “Only my prisoners and enemies call me that.” His voice strained, as he landed deeper this time. “Sounds about right to me, Rhysand,” I managed to shoot back, swallowing my moan. So good. He felt so good. 

“Oh enemies, is it?” Rhys asked. He paused his movements, now seated right to the hilt. “Well, in that case.”

And then he threaded his fingers through the base of my ponytail and made a fist against my scalp, pulling my head back and fucking me hard while he had me by the hair.

The suddenness and roughness of the movement had me aching, and I could feel the bruises between my legs and where his fingertips now dug painfully into my hip. But the way my head emptied and spun was intoxicating, and I found myself arching my back to get him deeper, harder into me.

I didn’t even realise at first that the high pitched keening sounds I could hear were coming from me.

“I’ll fucking show you ‘Rhysand’,” Rhys was muttering as he pounded into me. “You don’t have to be my darling but you sure as hell are mine.”

My hands clenched in the bedsheets, and I wanted to argue but at this point I was too far gone. 

“I’d make you say it,” Rhys told me, “but I kind of like it that I can fuck you speechless.”

And then pulled me back up against him, and sucked my earlobe in between his teeth at the same time as one of his hands snaked down to rub against my clit. His other hand crushed my breast in his fingers, and this increase in sensation all over me had me free falling toward my climax.

“I told you you were mine,” he whispered, and then fucked into me so hard I fell forward again, and then I was coming with my hands planted on the bed and Rhys’ nails running down my spine.

I was only vaguely aware of Rhys pulling out of me and spilling his release over my lower back, as I collapsed onto the black satin sheets. The heat of it dripped over my skin.

And then it was whisked away as Rhys cleaned us up by magic, before falling on to the bed beside me.

We lay there, breathing in the dark for sometime. And then Rhys rolled over, pulled the belt from around my neck, and with an uncharacteristic gentleness, asked, “Would you like to stay here tonight?”

I knew it was a pointless question. Knew there was no way I could be out of my cell for a night without someone noticing. But more importantly, I knew I’d never give Rhys the satisfaction.

“I’d rather rot in jail,” I shot out, and Rhys just chuckled. “As you wish,” he said, and the the world tilted again and we were back in my cell.

I expected cold air to hit me, but instead I just felt warmth as I collapsed onto my hay pallet. My body felt spent, but this time in a good way, and I was surprised to find sleep right behind me.

“Good night, Feyre darling,” Rhys whispered, and then he was gone.

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Oooooh okay that was WAY too much fun but also now I gotta go write something fluffy as after care 😂 Thanks anon for that delicious prompt! Also gotta do a big ol shout out to the brain trust @asteria-of-mars, @feyrearcherons and @thehaemanthus for once again getting me over the line.

Now who wants to wear Rhys’ belt like a collar?

UPDATE: Part 2 by special request.

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Summary:

“My heart always timidly hides itself behind my mind. I set out to bring down stars from the sky, then, for fear of ridicule, I stop and pick little flowers of eloquence.” -Cyrano de Bergerac

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Current/Final Part

Part 4:

When you got a text from Dohae saying that she was going to be debuting soon, you had to admit that you were happy for her. How could you be anything else? For a trainee, debuting was the ultimate dream. Some people trained for years and years before they finally got the opportunity to debut.

Dohae had been a trainee for three years now, and you couldn’t help but think she was quite lucky to have transferred over to Pledis when she had so that she was able to get this opportunity.

She was, of course, extremely excited, and invited you over to hang out with her in celebration.

Don’t worry! No Jihoon tonight, just you and me for once!

You were pretty excited. Lies down to a minimum, and just a chance to relax with someone who was quickly becoming one of your closest friends. You were excited.

You were quick to knock on the practice room door when you arrived (having stopped by the dorms and said hi to Kara quickly first of course). Dohae perked up the second she saw you, the largest smile falling over her lips when she spotted you.

“Sang Goo,” she called eagerly. She ran up to you and attacked you with a tight hug before you could say much of anything. You stumbled backwards slightly and offered her a friendly smile.

“Hey there, miss idol, how are you doing?”

Dohae burst out into delighted giggles, which quickly morphed into her doing a little jumpy shriek thing. Watching her get so excited over something so simply was honestly really amusing. You couldn’t help but bounce a little too.

“I’m doing incredible! Sang Goo, I’m going to debut!”

She did a little spin away from you.

“Me? Me! I’m going to debut Goo!” She continuted to exclaim. “Oh tonight we have so much we have to do! We have to go out and eat pizza, and go to the park and wish on the stars and then go buy a cake- not individual ones a whole cake- and just eat it until we can’t eat anymore.”

You laughed at Dohae’s excitement, shaking your head in amusement.

“Dohae, if you eat that much you will weigh too much to debut.”

Dohae laughed.

“Don’t worry I’ll train super hard tonight so that I stay in shape.”

She squealed again and raced back over to you, grabbing your hands.

“Oh Goo, I'm going to debut!”

You laughed with Dohae, shaking your head in amusement.

“Wow... You’re just full of excitement aren’t you?” You asked in amusement. Dohae nodded.

“Pure excitement.”

She paused, and her face morphed into one of horror in a millisecond.

“Oh my god, I’m debuting.”

You snickered at her transformation, finding it a little amusing the way that she was no pacing the room.

“Oh my god, is it going to be hard? I’m going to have all of these fans- Unless our debut is bad, I would die if our debut is bad. I-”

Watching Dohae rant about all of the things could go wrong made a lot of things happen in a short period of time.

One: You stopped thinking about yourself as Sang Goo. Something that was very, very bad for yourself. You always had to think of yourself as Sang Goo, because if you didn’t then you would just think of yourself as yourself. A simple idol who had a lot of close friends that you cared about.

And, sadly, thinking of yourself in such a way meant that you didn’t not think twice about trying to comfort Dohae. And you didn’t think about the words that you chose to say as you did so.

“Dohae, it’s going to be okay. I can tell you and Jihoon can too. Debuting is nerve-wracking but in the end it’s just the start to the life you were always meant to lead.”

Dohae fell silent, her eyebrows furrowing slightly. She seemed confused, but you didn’t know why.

“Jihoon... Why do you say so?”

The question caught you off-guard but you were quick to get back on your feet.

“Just because you two are so close now, and you know how Jihoon is. He is practical. Smart. He thinks things through before he speaks. I’m sure you’ve seen the way that he thinks before he does things. His nose wrinkles a little sometimes as he ways the multiple thoughts in his head...” You assured. “And you know that if he’s friends with you, he must think you are talented! He’s only friends with really talented people. And-”

“Oh my god... You’re in love with Jihoon.”

You felt your heart jump. You turned to look over your shoulder at Dohae but … It was too late. You could see the gears in her mind churning.

“You do, don’t you? It all makes sense now. I’m so stupid.”

“No-”

“Yes, your name isn’t Goo, you are Siae. You’re the one who is in love with an idol and won’t show their face because he doesn’t know yet, and the reason why you were so good at helping me tell Jihoon that I love him is because you love him too.”

“Doha-”

“And Jihoon never loved me. Well, not in the same way he loves you,” Dohae continued. It was almost frustrating... For a girl who was generally so airheaded to finally have the sense to call you out on something that you were able to fool so many into believing. “He loves your words. He loves that you understand him. He doesn’t love the silly things that you tell him. Like about my dancing and about my family life. He likes the way that you bring words to life. The way that you make things happen on a piece of paper.”

“You don’t know that,” you disagreed with a roll of your eyes, but the phrase made Dohae grab your wrist. The action startled you, and you were suddenly forced into a deadlock with Dohae. She gave you a stern look, her grip tight on you.

“How could you be such a hypocrite? This whole time you have been telling me that I need to tell the truth, and you... You're the biggest liar of them all.”

The words were a sting to your heart, but you knew they were true. All of this time you had told Dohae how important it was that she embrace herself. That she just trust her heart and follow where it lead, all while you hid behind her pretty face and a piece of paper.

You had thought when you debuted as Siae you were pursing your dream in its fullest. That the only reason you hadn’t exposed your face despite the awards you had already received and the love for your music that had b een expressed was because of Jihoon. You wanted him to fall for you for who you were on the inside, not what you looked like.

You said that you were brave, that you were confident and believed in yourself but in the truth you were no different then Dohae. She just hid from one person while you hid from the entire world.

Your gaze lowered down to the ground and you let your hair fall in your face. You supposed another mask that you hid behind.

“You’re right,” you murmured.

Her grip loosened a little bit on your arm.

“Wh-what?” She asked. You sighed and looked back up at her.

“You’re right,” you repeated. “You’re right about everything. I’m a fake.”

You weren’t sure why Dohae responded that way that she did, but at your words her fingers completely left your arm. She kneeled down a little bit and brushed her knuckles over your forehead in an attempt to see your eyes. You looked up at her, wondering why she suddenly looked so surprised when she saw your face.

It was when her other hand rose to your cheek, her knuckle brushing your cheek bone that you realized that you were crying.

“Hey it’s okay....”

“Is it?” You blurted back. The words came out a little too harshly, so you closed your eyes and took a shaky breath. “I’m sorry, it’s just... I keep telling myself that I’m this... Ideal person. Someone who is confident and cool under pressure but when it comes down to it. I’m nothing more than a coward.”

“It’s scary to be yourself,” Dohae replied back, a small smile riddling over her lips. “Someone I’m really close to taught me that.”

You smiled at her, a tiny chuckle leaving your lips as you did so.

“I guess I owe you the truth then?” You murmured. Dohae stepped back from you and you wiped the remainder of wetness from your cheeks.

“You don’t have to-”

“No, no I want to,” you replied softly. You took a shaky sigh and pushed your hands in your pockets.

You told her pretty much everything she needed to know.

How you fell in love with Jihoon and his stage persona, and how the crush never wavered or went away. That how watching him achieve his dreams made you want to achieve your own dreams as well, so you stomached all of the nerves that you had been facing and joined an entertainment company.

You told her all about your trials and tribulations. How hard you had fought to be where you were today. And how you had never meant to start lying like this. How you had never wanted to let everything get this far.

“So, all this time...” She murmured.

You shrugged.

“I’ve been living a double life,” you replied with a small laugh. “I never thought it would get this far... And I never imagined that you would figure out that I liked Jihoon like this.”

“It’s you.”

Your eyes widened, as you stared at Dohae. She looked just as surprised as you and glanced over your shoulder at who you could only assume was standing there. Your body stiffened and you had just managed to calm yourself down.

“Dohae is that-”

“Yep.”

You turned around.

“Look I can explain- I mean, the letters-”

“Oh, I knew that it was you who was writing the letters,” Jihoon interrupted with a wave of his hand. “No offense Dohae, you’re gorgeous, it’s just that talking to you in person and then reading your writing... It was clear that I was talking to two different people.”

Dohae waved a hand through the air.

“It’s okay, I understand,” she said softly.

“And once it came down to it, there could only be one person who was writing me the letters. You. You’re close to Kyuhyun and Dohae- It just made sense,” Jihoon continued. You opened your mouth to deny what Jihoon was saying, but before you could he continued.

“Besides, I also knew that it had to be you who was Siae. You’re singing voice-”

You knew it, you knew he had known and here it was, the truth.

Jihoon knew you were Siae. He knew that you were in love with him.

And it was too much for you to handle.

You took a step backward, not saying a word as you did so. No one noticed so you took another one, and then another, and then before you knew it you were running in the opposite direction. You could hear Jihoon calling after you, but in the moment, you didn’t care at all. You just had to get out of there.

“Wait, where are you-”

And before they could say another word to you, you were running. You rain past Jihoon, out of the training room, out of Pledis, until you couldn’t run anymore. You felt tears streaming down your face as you slowed down your sprint, but you couldn’t really bring it in yourself to care.

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket and your eyes widened slightly in surprise. You looked down, sniffling as you pulled your phone out of your pocket.

Dohae: Hey are you okay?

Dohae: Why did you run off? Come back!

Dohae: Look, no one is upset, can’t we just talk about this?

Dohae: Please come back

But you couldn't do it. You couldn't come back to them. You couldn't look either of them in the eyes. You had lied to them for so long. You couldn't do it. All you could do now was what you had always planned on doing.

You had been planning on this the whole time. Once the truth came out, the truth had to come all the way out. You had to come clean with everything.

That meant the mask had to come off.

That meant all you could do was compose.

You received hundreds of texts from Dohae over the next few weeks, but you ignored them all. It wasn't that you were mad at her, it was just that facing her right now sounded like too much to handle. You couldn't look her in the face when she had found out your secret.

You had wanted to be the one to tell them who you were... Sure you hadn't figured out how to do it yet, but you had still wanted to be the one to tell them in the end.

So, you ignored Dohae, you ignored the warnings you kept getting from Kyuhyun. You didn't care if you were working too hard. If focusing exclusively on your revelatory comeback wasn't healthy. You just dove right into everything, working hard on what you had promised yourself you would achieve long ago.

Writing the song was easy and composing it with Kyuhyun was actually quite fun. It took your mind off of things. Made you forget for a second what all you had to worry about.

Until finally, it was time to face the music.

Well... Not the literally music.

When you saw Dohae seated at the restaurant you told her to meet you at- the first one you had ever eaten at with her, you felt oddly nervous. Your body buzzed with anxiety, basically screaming at you to run away again.

But Dohae was your friend.

It was wrong to have run away from her in the first place, and wrong for you to have lied to her for so long, and left her in the dark so often.

You took a deep breath and walked up to her.

The first thing you wanted to say was that you were sorry, that you were thankful she was meeting you and that you were happy to see her, but before you could say any of that she looked up at you and broke out into a large smile.

"I was so worried!" Dohae blurted out. She jumped towards you, her arms wrapping around your body as she wrapped you in a tight hug. "It's been forever, how are you are you okay?"

She pulled away from you, her hands taking yours. She looked you up and down and her smiled dropped from her face.

"You've lost weight. Have you not been eating?"

You opened your mouth to tell her that you had been eating- a lie, but a better one then just lying about your entire personality and name and... Well, everything.

"You know it isn't healthy to not eat. Just because you're an idol doesn't mean that-"

You interrupted Dohae by leaning forward, your arms wrapping around her tightly.

"Dohae," you whispered softly. "I missed you a lot."

You felt the tension leaving Dohae’s body.

“I missed you too,” she said softly. You pulled away from her and gave her a small smile.

“I know I don’t deserve it, but-”

“Of course, I forgive you,” she said softly. “I was never mad; I could never be mad at you. You had your reasons and I understand that.”

“Yeah?” You asked.

“Yeah,” Dohae mumbled. You shook your head.

You couldn’t believe that you had been so stupid. To think that Dohae would care about something like you lying about your name and a bit of your backstory. To her your lie meant nothing. She knew that you were genuine when you were with her, and that’s what mattered the most to her.

You were glad to be able to call her a friend.

After eating a meal with her and catching up on everything you looked down at your watch and sighed.

“Well, I have a comeback coming soon, so I better get-”

“Jihoon misses you.”

You froze, slowly looking back up at Dohae. Her expression was different then it had been all day. It was more serious. Solemn.

“He’s giving you the space he thinks you need but he misses you a lot.”

“Did you tell him?” You asked. “That you were seeing me today.”

“No,” Dohae responded. “I couldn’t. I knew that you wouldn’t want that.”

“Thank you.”

“But you can’t avoid him forever.”

You knew that she was right. It was so... High school of you to have run away from him. Even more elementary of you to continue hiding from him. But you couldn’t face him. Not yet. Not when you had lied to him. Someone who valued honesty so much.

You looked down, away from Dohae.

“I’ll see you around Dohae.”

“Bye.”

The next thing you knew, it was time for your stage.

You were nervous, of course you were nervous.

You had spent these past few months hiding behind a mask. One that hid who you were and the truth behind everything and now you had to take a step out of that mask. Set it aside forever and reveal to the whole world who you really were.

You were excited, but also, nervous. How could you not be after all? You were giving yourself to the world raw. It was a lot.

“Nervous?”

You looked back at Kara, smiling nervously.

“A little,” you admitted.

“Less then you’re debut though. You aren’t singing now,” she said with a chuckle. You snickered.

“It’s basically like a debut,” you replied. “Now everyone gets to see my face.”

“Your beautiful face,” Kara said affectionately. She reached forward to touch your face, but you just laughed and fell away from her.

“You’ll ruin my makeup!”

You squealed as Kara continued to chase you around the room, doing your best to stay away from her until finally the door to the dressing room opened, and Kyuhyun poked his head through the door.

“It’s time to go.”

You slowed to a stop, laughing nervously.

“You think I’m ready?” You asked him softly. He smiled.

“You were born ready.”

When the lights on stage shined down on you and all that was left for you was you and the microphone.

I’m sorry for the lies,

I’m sorry for the truth,

I hope that what you see soon,

Doesn’t disappoint you

But I can’t hide forever, even if I wanted to

And I do

You took the edge of your mask, took a deep breath and ripped it off your face.

But here I am, here I stand

There’s no one else around

But me and you, all I am

You know this is what’s true

I love you, oh I love you

It’s hard to say, I must admit

Because the words never seem to fit

But I fell for you as easy as the sun brings the day

I wonder what you have to say

But here I am, here I stand

There’s no one else around

But me and you, all I am

You know this is what’s true

I love you, oh I love you

And I don’t know what you have to say, maybe I’ll never know what

It’s hard to be yourself, in this authentic world

But after lying to you, it’s only fair to say

I’m sorry for it all and hope you can forgive me one day

But here I am, here I stand

There’s no one else around

But me and you, all I am

You know this is what’s true

I love you, oh I love you

The lights went down on stage and you felt like a huge weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

You knew that if Dohae was telling the truth, Jihoon would watch this stage. Maybe Jihoon would accept your apology.

But if she was wrong. If she was lying, you may never see him again.

However, you didn’t need to worry about it for long.

You opened the door to your dressing room, and when you saw who was sitting at the vanity, you felt like all of the air had been punched out of your gut.

“Jihoon.”

“Hey.”

There was an awkward silence as you stared at him and he raised an eyebrow as you just stood there staring at him.

“Aren’t you going to come in?” He asked. You sucked in a breath and nodded, wandering into the room. You shut the door behind you and then turned to face him again, your eyes widening slightly.

“I...” You shook your head. “Did you...?”

“Yeah, it was good,” he replied. “You were amazing. People love you, you know.”

“I hope they aren’t let down,” you said with a chuckle, gesturing nervously to your face.

“You are beautiful.”

Your faced blazed red and you risked a look back up to Jihoon, unable to help yourself. He looked genuine.

“Th-”

“Why did you run?” He asked softly. You choked on air and looked away from him again, feeling those nervous butterflies in your stomach again. You couldn’t really believe it. Just how nervous you were. It was just Jihoon.

But that was just the problem, wasn’t it?

“I was just... Scared,” you replied softly. “It’s kind of something that I have always been. It’s why I couldn’t tell you from the beginning. Why I tried to get you with Dohae. Hiding is so much easier then actually telling the truth.”

Jihoon pursed his lips and nodded.

“Then, let’s do something different,” he suggested. He stood up and brushed off his pants. He smiled at you and held out his hand.

“Hello!” He greeted pleasantly. “My name is Jihoon.”

You smiled at Jihoon, a wave of relief coming over you.

“Really? You still want to be with me?” You said. “Even after all the lies.”

Jihoon shrugged, keeping his hand in the air.

“You were scared, sometimes people lie,” he stated pointedly. “You had good intentions.”

He sighed.

“Besides, I read your letters. Your feelings are genuine, I want to give this a shot,” he insisted. “So.... Hello! My name is Jihoon.”

He stared at you, a genuine sparkle of honesty in his eyes. It made you smile to watch him like that. You couldn’t believe that he was giving you this chance. This opportunity. He trusted you, he wanted to give you a shot.

This was everything you had ever dreamed and more.

The whole time that you had imagined this you had thought that something tragic would happen. Like the further into the lie you went the more tragic the outcome would be. But here you were, the perfect beginning to a love story that had all of the makings to be amazing.

You swallowed your nerves and gave Jihoon a smile.

“It’s nice to meet you Jihoon. My name is...”

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Fast Is Good

Darkiplier x gender neutral!reader

@ishouldshutupnow ty for the request!

A/N: ok so... I know y'all want Dark to be a romantic... But this man hasn't been in a relationship in at least 100 years, you can't tell me he knows how the fuck to act around someone he likes. He scary. He doesn't know how to change that. He SCARY. Come on now, people. Uh fluffy. Bit of angst, I think. Rated T for cursing. Dark being intimidating and condescending. So, an asshole, basically. He gets nicer at the end. Enjoy.

Word count: 1.9k

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You sigh as you stare at your phone, wondering if you should tell your friend what happened. You had overslept, that's all. You could've just gone to the event, but no. You decided to go home after you had already gotten in your car. And now you felt absolutely awful. You were so upset and nervous. What if people were mad you didn't show up? What if they thought you were avoiding them? What if you missed out on fun and meaningful memories?

God, you're a mess…

You'd been watching TV for a while, feeling sorry for yourself, before getting hungry. You didn't feel like cooking, so you ordered a pizza instead.

30 minutes later, you hear a knock at the door. You pull yourself off of the couch and shuffle your way over to the door. Before answering, you pulled the hood of your hoodie over your head. Your hair was so messy… you should've done something with it at least…

You shake your head to get rid of the self-conscious thoughts and opened the door. Instead of seeing a pizza delivery person, you saw the one and only Darkiplier. Holding your pizza.

Your eyes widen as you stare at him. He's intimidating to say the least. You can see the red and blue aura surrounding him. His skin is so pale and his eyes are so dark.

Your anxiety shoots up. Your heart begins racing and you start to sweat.

"C-Can I h-help you?" You stutter out. He raises an eyebrow at your nervous demeanor.

"I saw a man carrying a pizza to your door. I told him I lived here as well, so I could just take the pizza," he explains, his voice echoing. God, he was scary…

"O-Oh… thanks," you swallow, your throat dry. You reach for the pizza box, but he pulls it away from you. You frown.

"Wilford told me you were going somewhere tonight, so I wondered why you were still here," he looked away for a moment. "Plus… I know you usually cook your own food…"

"How do you know that?" You ask slowly.

"Um… Wilford… told me…"

"Wilford doesn't know that. We order food whenever we're at my house." Dark avoids your eyes, starting to look nervous. Your own nervousness drops a bit.

"Whatever. Can I have my pizza now?" You reach for the box again. He again pulls it away. He walks right past you and into your house. You spin towards him. "Hey!"

"This place is a mess. How do you live like this?" He says, glowering at the scattered clothes you didn't bother picking up. Your face heats up in embarrassment. You walk over to him, snatching your pizza box. He looks down at you. You glare at him and walk into your kitchen. You set the box down and get a paper plate, putting a slice onto it. You turn around to see Dark looking at you with his eyebrows furrowed together.

"What?" You shrug. He only sighs and shakes his head. You roll your eyes. "Would you like some?"

"I don't need to eat. And even if I did, I wouldn't put trash like that in my body," he scowls down at your food. You frown and walk over to the couch, plopping down on one side. You start watching a movie, not really caring about your guest anymore.

When you finish your slice, you get up to get another. You freeze when you see Darkiplier, the very scary person who was most likely a demon, cleaning your house. He is currently washing your dishes, and you noticed all your clothes had been picked up off of the floor.

"Darkiplier?" You call his name. He turns you and glares.

"What?" He growls.

"Nothing…" you mumble. He rolls his eyes and goes back to scrubbing a plate. You stare at him for a moment. Was he wearing rubber gloves? He catches you staring and frowns.

"What?!" He repeats, louder. Your eyes widen. "Wilford told me to check up on you, I can't just leave you in this shithole of a home." You look at the ground, feeling small. Then, you catch something.

"Wait… you said Wilford told you I was going out…" you say. "So, if he thought that I'd be gone, why would he tell you to check up on me?" Dark's eyes widen for a moment before he goes back to normal.

"Well…" he clears his throat. "Wilford knows you. He wanted me to check and see if you'd gone or not." You thought for a moment. Wilford did know a lot about you…

"Right… yeah…" you walk into the kitchen and go for another slice of pizza. He groans. You look over at him in confusion, wondering what could possibly be wrong.

"If you're going to eat junk, at least eat good junk." He scoffs. You tilt your head.

"What-" you don't finish your sentence, as the pizza in your hand is replaced with ice cream. You blink at it before looking up. He had a bowl of ice cream as well. You make a confused face and he turns around.

"Pizza is greasy and gross when it isn't homemade. At least ice cream tastes good and makes you feel happy…" he explains. You smile as you both walk over to the couch. You sit on opposite sides, neither of you wanting to be near the other. You eat a spoonful of ice cream as Dark looks at the screen and scoffs. You drop the spoon in the bowl and look over at him.

"What is it this time?" You sigh. He looks at you.

"A kids movie? Really?" He shakes his head. You blush.

"Toy Story is a good movie…" you whisper defensively. He sighs, but watches with you.

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By the end of the movie, both of you have finished your ice cream and Dark's eyes are glued to the screen. You smirk at him whenever he makes an annoyed comment.

"Oh, so you're just gonna throw your friend out of a moving car? Okay…" he murmured during one scene.

You two argued and discussed the movie as it played. Your banter entertained you, and made you feel better.

While you were arguing, you had gotten closer to each other on the couch. Your legs were almost touching. You had decided to watch the second movie as well because he, somehow, had never seen any of them. You two begin to talk again and you close the space. He tenses up as he feels your leg pressing against his.

"See, he just left the toy when it could've been fixed!" You comment. Dark doesn't answer, so you turn to him. "Hey, you good?" He snaps his head towards you.

"Yes. I'm fine." He answers quickly. You tilt your head slightly before turning back to the TV. You two stop commenting and just watch.

Well, you watch. Dark stares at you almost the entire time. He watches your every move. Every twitch, every laugh, every confused frown.

I can't say he looked lovingly or admiringly because that would be a lie. His face didn't know how to do that. The best thing I can describe it as is "indifference". But he felt love. Oh, he felt it.

He hadn't come to your house because of Wilford. He had come because he could sense you were upset. He could tell you hadn't gone to whatever you were going to, and you were upset because of it. He was worried. He could never tell you that, though. He had to keep up his scary, intimidating, I'll-snap-you-like-a-twig persona. But he loves you and he was worried.

Halfway through the movie, you begin to shiver. He hadn't noticed how cold it was because he himself is very cold. It's just how he is. He frowns at you.

"Cold?" He asks.

"Yeah, a bit…" you respond. "I'll be fine." He looks away from you for a moment. Through the movie you had started moving away from him, presumably because of how cold he was. He clears his throat.

"Wilford… tells me that… you two… cuddle while watching movies…" you turn to him, wondering where he's going with this. He glances at you, and you swear you see the red around him turn pink for a split second.

"Yes…" you urge him on.

"Would… you like… to cuddle?" He asks quietly. You stare at him for a moment. Darkiplier, the Darkiplier, wants to cuddle with you?

Well, you couldn't possibly turn that down.

"Sure…" you agree softly. He turns to you eyebrows raised a bit. You scoot over to him, bringing your legs onto the couch. He lifts his arm and you snuggle into his side. He was cold, but you really didn't care. He lowered his arm and let out a shaky breath. You were so warm… so, so warm… he didn't know he was so cold…

He didn't know he loved you so much…

"Are… are you okay?" He asks. You look at him, wanting him to elaborate. "You were upset and nervous when I first showed up. I want to make you feel better. Are you okay?" You smile.

"I'm okay thanks to you, Dark," you explain and turn back to the TV. He feels his stomach twist.

He looks down at your content face. You do look so much calmer and happier compared to when he first showed up. He takes a breath in, deciding this would be a good time to say what was on his mind.

"Y/N?" He calls your attention. You hum in response. "I'm in love with you." he states bluntly. You blink for a second before twisting to look up at him.

"What?" You ask. He looks away from you.

"I'm in love with you." he repeats. You stare at him and he refuses to meet your eyes. He mentally scolds himself. He shouldn't have said that…

"Dark…" you begin, gently. He feels a pang in his chest. "You're… very intimidating…" you say. He should've known. He's too much. Too scary. Of course you wouldn't feel the same.

"But…" you continue. "I do find you… interesting… and handsome… and I may or may not have a small crush on you. I'm sure we could go on a few dates to figure out how I feel. You're already acting much kinder than usual." You smile up at him. He just stares. You're so… so stunning…

"May I kiss you?" He asks. You blink in surprise at the request before chuckling. You sit up and turn towards him fully. He watches you for what your next move is going to be.

You rest your palm on his cheek, and his breath hitches. He's cold, but you don't pay much attention. Your eyes trace his face, starting from his hairline and eventually ending on his lips. He holds his breath in anticipation. You lean forward and gently connect your lips, both of you closing your eyes. Dark turns towards you, setting a hand on your waist and pulling you closer to him.

He hadn't kissed anyone in God knows how long. He didn't remember how nice it felt. He made a noise that sounded like a mix between a groan and a whine, but either way it made you smile. You pull away from him and he chases after your lips. You smile as he blinks rapidly, not fully understanding what's happening.

"Does this count as a first date?" You ask. He manages a small smirk.

"If you want it to be."

"We're moving a bit fast, then."

"Good." He interlocks your hands. "Fast… fast is good… fast lets us make more memories…" he strokes his thumb over your hand. You smile.

"Yeah… fast is good."

this one suuuuucks I finished it at like 11 pm

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