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vermillionmars · 2 years

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" TEAMWORK " — !!

goro akechi x gn phantom thief reader

cw/tw ; profanity, sexual jokes, blackmail

a/n ; two versions of the same drabble, both unfinished,, surprise surprise, they both suck ass!! :DD

“ — VIDEO KILLED THE RADIO STAR ! ”

VERSION 1 ;

You knew Goro Akechi wasn't who he claimed to be.

In truth, he wasn't the second coming of the Detective Prince—Hell, he was hardly even a detective. How could he be considered one when he created the cases he solved?

In the same manner, you weren't the average Shujin student who just-so-happened to be friends with the victims of the Phantom Thieves' known targets.

You were both actors, in a sense—playing the part of someone else to appease the other party. You were both lying through your teeth, claiming ignorance to the inner workings of the Phantom Thieves of Hearts. Akechi knew you were one-hundred percent involved with the Thieves of Hearts, but at the same time, you knew he knew more about the Metaverse than he let on.

You were there that day, after all—when your class took a trip to the TV station.

The second years at Shujin had to pick a destination for their field trip and most of the class, knowing the famous Goro Akechi would likely be there, picked the TV station. Sure, half of them had no interest in the Television industry or how it functioned, but they could ignore all that boring stuff if it meant they got to see their idol. You weren't opposed to the trip—it did actually seem like fun, being on TV and all—so you chose it, too.

Then, on June 9th, you followed your classmates throughout the tour of the station. The tour guide provided everyone with basic, obvious knowledge of how the media industry worked. It was rather boring, and you found yourself wandering off midway through her speech.

It was there that you encountered the infamous Goro Akechi. Any by 'encountered,' I mean 'ended up bumping heads with.'

"Oh, my!" He exclaimed, placing a gloved hand over his forehead to soothe the pain. You mimicked the action, hissing. "I do apologize—I didn't see you."

You waved your hand dismissively. "Don't worry, 's fine. It's just a bump, plus it was mainly my fault for wandering away from my class and not paying attention."

"Well, if you insist," he chuckled. "Then I suppose you should be making it up to me?"

"..."

"I jest, I jest—!"

Crossing your arms, still attempting to ignore the stinging pain in your head, you changed the topic. "So, uh...are you here on a field trip, too?"

"Haha, no, in fact—I'm here as a guest." At your confused look, he continued. "Akechi Goro—pleased to meet you."

It clicked finally in your head. You should've realized a whole lot sooner, but in your defense, you hardly watched anything on TV, and you didn't pay attention to the gushing fangirls all over Shujin. "[L/N] [Y/N]. It's uh...nice to meet you too? Sorry for hitting you again..."

You'd admit that you were slightly concerned now that you knew who he was. After all, the boy had his own fanclub. If they knew you injured him (albeit, accidentally), you'd surely be maimed.

"It's no big deal. Like you said, it's merely a bump." He gave a reassuring nod, before his eyes widened. "Oh, I'll be late if I don't arrive in a few minutes—I apologize, but I must go now. Though, I wouldn't be opposed to continuing this conversation at a later date." He winked (not flirtatiously, but moreso charismatically), sauntering off.

You returned back to your friends, who asked you in concerned tones where you were (except Akira, who said nothing—you suspected he saw you walk off).

"Hm? Oh, nowhere really. But I did meet a celebrity, if that counts for anything."

"A celebrity? For real?!" Ryuji's loud voice parroted.

"Yeah. Akechi Goro or something—"

"The Detective Prince?" Ann questioned.

"Mhm. I bumped into him and gave him a bump on his forehead—he gave me one too, see?"

"Did he kiss it better?"

You gave the bespectacled boy a harsh glare. He merely smirked in response. "I hope you get ambushed by Shadows, Akira."

"That's not a nice way to treat your leader, y'know." If he had been texting that, you had no doubt he would've added a stupid frowny face to the end.

"I hope Arsene ravages you."

"That's kinda kink—"

"Damnit."

———–---

"Everyone, please welcome our special guest, Akechi Goro!" The students cheered, with Goro basking in the attention.

"Thank you for having me." He smiled pleasantly, and while the rest of the room gushed at the movement, you and your teammates could only recoil at its fakeness.

VERSION 2 ;

You knew Goro Akechi wasn't who he claimed to be.

In truth, he wasn't the second coming of the Detective Prince—Hell, he was hardly a detective. What detective creates the cases he solves, after all?

In the same manner, you weren't the average Shujin student who just-so-happened to be friends with the victims of the Phantom Thieves' known targets.

You were there that day, after all—when your class took a trip to the TV station.

You had heard it—the boy had made a crucial error, an ultimate slip-up. He replied to Morgana's suggestion (he had asked if anyone wanted pancakes, or something along those lines), but of course, he had no way of hearing him speak...unless he had been to the Metaverse. He likely didn't realize his mistake at the time, but your leader (and you) sure had.

Yet, Akechi had just as damning evidence against you as you did against him.

He had seen you, right there in the middle of the group of Phantom Thieves when you joined them to venture into Okumura's palace. He'd seen, and he'd snapped a photo—which he presented to you and your friends as a means of blackmail.

"Allow me to join the Phantom Thieves for this one mission, then you must disband. Otherwise I'll leak this photo, and the world will know your identities." Is essentially what he said. Of course, there was more dramatic flair to it, more sugar-coated words, as there always was with Akechi.

Your teammates had been apprehensive (especially Ryuji, that man just never knew when to shut up), not trusting Goro for...obvious reasons. But Akechi wasn't so cruel as to force Akira to make a decision on the spot, so he gave him a set amount of time to mull over his choice with his teammates. "Really, there isn't much to discuss, but nevertheless, take your time."

Akira made his choice soon after—Akechi would join them, and then they'd disband after destroying the Palace.

It was a simple enough plan. It should've been.

But nothing was ever easy with Goro Akechi, was it?

"Ah, [Y/N]. Sorry, sorry, I mean Charlatan." He chuckled. Normally, you'd find it attractive, but in this situation, you just couldn't. He was dangerous, how could you possibly be attracted to him?

"Crow." You spat his codename out with as much distaste as you could muster up. (There was still a part of you that wanted to just...ignore the fact that he was threatening to reveal your identity as a Phantom Thief and go back to hanging out with him).

"My my, what's with the sudden hostility? We're teammates, are we not?"

#persona 5 #p5 royal #p5 akechi #p5 x reader #p5r #p5 #goro akechi #akechi goro #akechi x reader #persona 5 akechi #x reader

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jingerhead · 3 years

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omfg I need pieces of The 28th Time, Here There Be Dragons, Memory of Me, and Ghost Soulmates. That's literally as narrowed down as I could get this list rip.

Hi lovely!! Thanks for asking, here's a couple of crumbs :)

Ask me about my WIPs!

The 28th Time - (This one is like very angsty, not necessarily this piece but this whole thingy)

"It's cold," Neil whispered, shivering under his coat. "We can go to my place."

"Why," Andrew mumbled. Not a question, just a word.

Neil already knew why. He'd figured it out 10 loops ago - if he left Andrew alone tonight, they wouldn't see each other again. He couldn't let that happen, because on the 25th try, he managed to save Andrew through the whole loop. He couldn't fail anymore - Neil couldn't watch his friends die again.

"It's warmer," Neil said, sniffing and wiping at his eyes. "And I have hot chocolate."

Andrew hesitated, not even shivering in the cold at Neil's side. He was sure that wasn't a good thing, but thankfully Andrew didn't require more pushing. He nodded, his breaths visible in the cold air, and then turned to follow Neil out of the park, and onto the sidewalk. Neil took off his gloves and offered them, noticing how red Andrew's hands were, and then helped put them on his numb fingers.

"Three packets in yours," Neil said, trying to smile through his shivers. "That's the only way it tastes the best.

"You don't drink hot chocolate," Andrew said, narrowing his eyes.

"Lucky guess," Neil decided. Fuck, he thought, I need to start remembering what I haven't said, yet. Andrew had said that to him on the 25th try, and it had randomly popped into Neil's head because he'd heard it since then. He was close, he knew it, he'd just have to figure out what was really happening.

As they walked down the road, Neil happened to glance to his right, stopping when he saw a dark car drive down the street. The only reason he saw it was because of the streetlamps - it didn't have its lights on. Neil felt nothing but unease when he saw it, trying to remember if he'd ever seen that on any other loop.

"Neil?" Andrew asked, stopping as well. "What?" he asked, much more seriously.

"Nothing," Neil decided, starting to lead the way again.

Here There Be Dragons -

"It's loud," Neil said, taking a step closer to Andrew. "Since when were there so many of you?"

"People?" Andrew asked.

"Yeah. You're everywhere."

Andrew shrugged, continuing to walk down the market square. There were some kids wearing dragon masks and robes playing games through the streets that got in their way, something that definitely surprised Neil. He didn't look comfortable in his human skin, shoulders hunched up and a permeant frown on his face while they walked, staring at every person dressed for the festival.

"How many people were around in your time?" Andrew asked.

"Not this many," Neil said, shuddering. "What's everyone wearing?"

"Costumes," Andrew explained. "They're getting ready for the festival. It's to honor the dragons."

"Oh," Neil mumbled, stopping at Andrew's side. He was staring at a stall selling dragon masks, probably looking at the one that was supposed to be modeled after Naerved - well, Neil - that was beautifully made. It was dark red, had horns tipped black, and painted white teeth along the edge.

"Want it?" Andrew asked, taking a step towards the stall.

"It's weird," Neil whispered.

"It is," Andrew agreed. "It'll be even weirder to see the legend reenactment. Let's hurry so we can get good seats."

Memory of Me -

"He's down there," Robin said, pointing towards the fence. "That's a restricted area. Neil, there's no way we can get in."

Neil looked at the height of the fence, thinking to himself for a moment. "I can get in," he said.

"They have to be covered in repellent. You can't climb it."

She was right. Neil could smell it from here, and already could feel the phantom pain of climbing a fence just like this in the past. It had surprised him that time, so he couldn't finish climbing the fence. Now, though, Neil pulled the sleeves to his sweater down enough so that they covered his hands.

"If I don't go in there, people are going to die," Neil whispered to Robin.

"I know you want to save them," Robin whispered back, a scared look in her eyes, "but they won't thank you, Neil. They're going to kill you."

Neil shrugged, heading towards the fence. "He's too dangerous to be left alive, Robin."

He could hear her quickly get to her feet from behind him. "What about finding that one - ?" Robin began, cutting herself off.

Neil glanced over his shoulder. "Who knows if they're alive," he said. "I'm being realistic, Robin. I've searched, and now there's this. What's more important? Saving people who are alive, or trying to find someone that could be dead?"

"Neil," Robin said sternly. "That's where you..."

Where he'd woken up. Where he'd suddenly come to consciousness, not knowing who he was or what was going on. A deserted town filled with nothing but corpses and supplies, with only a phantom conversation left in his head.

“Don’t presume I can’t live without you. I can move on.”

Neil really hoped they could, if they were out there.

"Don't follow me," he told Robin, running towards the fence.

Ghost Soulmates -

"Leave my cats alone," Andrew told the apparition.

"I will," the ghost replied. "I'm not going to hurt you, okay? I just need you to calm down."

If he were someone else, Andrew might've laughed. "This isn't real," he decided, walking towards the kitchen and putting the knife in his hands back in the block on his counter. "Ghosts aren't real."

"I'm real," the ghost said, suddenly appearing on the other side of the island. Andrew hated that it made him jump.

"You're a hallucination," Andrew told it.

"I'm not," the ghost said back. "And I'm not leaving."

#aftg #aftg wip #jinger's works #andreil #andreil wip #ask me about my wips!!#i just really wanna talk about them okay #thank you for the ask lovely!

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mdizzle999872 · 3 years

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Hero League War: Clip

Based of my old friend goofyzachy's old story "Hero League" but my casting is different. If anybody wants pick up this idea from the pavement I've left it on they have my blessing, just keep me in the loop so I can read it.

Two figures landed into the murky waters of the dark and dank sewers.

"So yeah, the omnitrix latched itself onto my wrist even though it was intended for my Grandpa Max. I like to think that makes me the lucky one in family (despite what Gwen might say). I have something called the ultimatrix now which is a fine substitute but I still prefer the original. So because I have all these aliens I can basically do anything."

The first figure was reasonably tall with a bright green jacket on that had the number 10 on it. A strange alien device was attached to his wrist, it was a shade of green which matched his jacket. This was Ben Tennyson a superhero well know by most of the world.

"Except shut up apparently."

The second figure was dressed in black jumpsuit with white gloves, boots, and a symbol on his chest which was a D with a P inside of it. His skin was a little pasty but he wasn't quite as tall as the green dressed figure. His most notable features was that he had snow white hair and glowing green eyes.

This was Danny Phantom, more of a local ghost hero to the people of Amity Park. If it was up to him he wouldn't be working with Ben at all, he much preferred working with his friends Tucker and Sam. Ben's ego was wearing thin with him as it was and Danny wasn't sure how much more bragging he could take.

His hand was glowing with an eerie green light that lighted their way.

"Wow! Were you this cranky when you were alive?"

"I never died."

"Seriously? With all the ghostliness and spooky powers? So what, did you get your powers from a deal with a witch doctor or something?"

"No. Magic has nothing to do with my powers."

They turned a corner leading into a larger room. With four different tunnels to choose from in this room Danny decided to take the upper left one.

"A cursed family heirloom? Which, I don't know, gave you a connection to the other side?"

Danny rolled his eyes.

"Not unless a man made portal is considered an heirloom... and 'other side' means a ghostly plain of reality."

Ben stopped walking, when Danny stopped hearing his footsteps he stopped too.

"Wait! You're not one of those kooks who got his powers from a lab accident are you?"

Danny turned to Ben and smiled.

Ben got closer to Danny. "Are you frigging' kidding me?! How can you call yourself a ghost if you aren't dead?!"

Danny stood in silence, his face completely blank.

Then he held up Ben's ultimatrix and eyed it over.

"Can this even be called a watch if it can't tell time?"

Ben was shocked to find that his ultimatrix was off his wrist and in Danny's hands. Danny continued to inspect it as Ben's jaw dropped.

"Wait! How did you..."

Danny held up one of his hands and made it intangible. "An alien watch that's keyed to YOUR DNA... is still just a watch."

Ben snatched the ultimatrix out of Danny's hands and slapped it back onto his wrist.

"You WON'T be doing that AGAIN!"

Ben glared furiously at Danny, as if daring him to try.

Danny smirked.

"Unless you need another ego check."

Ben gritted his teeth and grabbed Danny's shoulder. "That does it, Casper! Time you saw what this thing can REALLY do!"

Without warning Danny pushed Ben against the wall, covered his mouth with his hand, issued a shushing gesture with his finger, and turned them both invisible.

Down the tunnel, into a large room with multiple pipes, a large black octopus monster entered. Of course 'octopus' was a loose term here since only its head with tentacle arms resembled an octopus. It stood on two legs, its arms just barely missed touching the ground, and as stated earlier it was black from head to toe. Ben would have been reminded of Vilgax or even Dagon if it hadn't been for the giant eyeball in the center of its head.

Both heroes grimaced as the eyeball opened up horizontally and vomited out black slime all over the wall. The beast fell to his knees exhausted but somehow proud of the work it had done.

Ben pushed Danny off making them both visible again. "Maybe now we can get some answers."

"Wait, Ben! Something doesn't feel right about this!"

The black goop sprouted eyeballs all over it which started to blink red.

"That thing's a bomb and he just armed it!"

The blinking started to blink faster and Ben quickly activated his watch.

"Glory to LORD CTHULHU!"

FLASH!

KABOOM!

An explosion went off but it never left the room, for Ben had transformed into Diamondhead and put up a wall made of crystal between himself and the monster.

Danny came out into the open and Ben lowered the wall.

"What in the name of juice is a Cthulhu?"

Ben slapped his chest and changed back into his normal self.

"No doubt the boss in charge. Wanted to take our lives with this weird bio bomb." Danny gestured to the now charred mess on the wall. "Definitely not something from the Ghost Zone."

"Ultimatrix, command function override! Code 10!"

"**Override accepted! Voice command activated!**"

"Ultimatrix, scan organism for home planet origin!"

"Your ultimatrix can do that?" Danny asked.

"I picked it up from another version of myself from an alternate dimension."

"..."

"...I've had a lot of adventures."

"**Unable to scan DNA**"

"That's not right! The Ultimatrix contains over 1,000,000 DNA samples inside it! Even if it was a DNA sample from some unknown alien it would have been able to scan and acquire it!"

"If it can't figure it out than maybe this is from outside our universe. And if it's from another universe than maybe it's magic."

"Magic? Like that guy on TV with the pink jacket?"

"Steven Universe."

"You've met him?"

Danny frowned.

"No... but I've looked into him. His diamond powers are..."

Ben smirked and held up his Ultimatrix. "Not gonna be a match for the legendary Ben Tennyson!"

"... We'll see. For now, we need to get this thing analyzed."

THE END

#goofyzachy Hero League Ben10 Danny Phantom

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marsmoonqueen · 4 years

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A True Angel

Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning: Mentions of blood, wounds and crimes (?) If you find something, send me a message.

Prompt / Summary: Reader meets Mob!Bucky for the first time.

Note: Okay so, this is something I have been imagining for a very long time; I won’t make a second part of this, but I wanted it to be here.

At 12.03 am I arrived home, and even though it was pretty late my best friend and roommate wasn't home yet.

I have noticed that she had been acting weirdly lately, but with my job at the hospital, my classes and my love for running, I had little time to investigate what was troubling her. I felt like I was being a terrible friend, but the times I did ask her she told me everything was fine; but I knew better, and I noticed everything, from her late arrives at nights, to how sometimes she was extremely happy… or even extremely scared; I figured it something to do with a boy, but I only received a name and nothing more. Steve.

Anyway, after arriving home from my 12-hour shift I checked my books for my classes next day, and got into my bed with my headphones on; Not even 2 hours later I was woken up by a violent jerk.

"What- what the hell?" I asked disoriented. It was until my sleepy brain registered Peggy's tears that I completely woke up. "Peggy, what is it? Are you okay? Did something hap- who the hell is he?" I interrupted myself when I saw a blond dude standing next to my door.

Before I could ask more questions, Peggy took my arm and violently took me out of my bed. "Pegg-"

"Please help him y/n" she begged me with the blond dude's eyes shining with tears. I looked at our sofa and I found another guy with blood all over his chest and his face beaten.

My medical instinct kicked in and I threw myself to my knees and began to examine him. "Peggy, you have to take him to the hospital. Are you insane? He could die!"

"No, no hospitals" my ‘patient’ whispered after coughing violently, while I pressed a bullet wound in his right arm with one of my blouses that was in a chair next to me.

"You are in no position to argue dude." I started to evaluate the situation, he had a bullet wound in his right arm and another four in his abdomen, his legs were fine, his face, neck and clavicle were fine, and his left arm was...

"You have to help him, you are a doctor, right? That's what you do!" The blond guy yelled at me.

"Agggh, fine. Peggy bring me my briefcase from my room!" I barked at her. She ran and not even a second later I had her next to me passing me my bag. "I hope you know that if he dies in here, we are going to jail" I told her opening it and getting gloves, alcohol and a suturing kit.

"He won't die!" the blondie yelled even louder at me. I supposed they were close.

"If your friend is right, and you are as good as she says, nothing bad will happen." The man said with difficulty, looking at me directly at my eyes; blue versus y/e/c. I couldn't tear my eyes away from him until he coughed... blood.

"Damn out you two, to your room now! This is going to hurt man."

After an hour and a half of me cleaning and stitching, bandaging and attending his wounds I finished. But of course, I couldn't sleep, I had to make sure he survived the night.

So, I stayed awake watching him breathe, checking his pressure and heart rate. Overall he was a good patient, he fell asleep as soon as I finished, but in all the time I was attending him, he didn't make a sound, just some grunts and grows from pain, given the fact that I had no morphine to give him; all the time with his blue eyes watching me intensely, but without making a sound.

Even after I finished, I left him shirtless and without pants, just with a tin blanket so he wouldn't be cold, but I could check if he had a fever or something.

At 6.53 a.m. blondie came out of Peggy's room and took my place next to the man without even talking to me. Given the fact that it was very late, I took my books, thermo and gym bag and walked out of my apartment as Peggy was walking out of her room.

After running and showering, I went to my usual classes; Throughout the day I ignored Peggy's calls and messages, and afraid of coming back home, I asked a friend of mine, Wanda, to let me stay at hers.

Two weeks later everything was the same I avoided my home as if it was the plague, the hospital and school being very helpful with that. The only bad thing being that, I had already slept in the houses of all my friends, and they were getting suspicious.

The thing is that, even though I hated keeping secrets, I couldn't tell them the truth: That I was afraid of going back home, because of what I had done. Because I had helped a major mob boss.

Yeah, the moment I laid my eyes in that left arm I realized I was helping Bucky Barnes, the most feared man in New York, and after some research I realize that "blondie" was Steve Rogers his best friend, and mob ally.

A debate took place every day inside my mind, what I did, help a criminal, was wrong. But I was a doctor, my duty was to help people, and criminal or not, he was a 'people'.

The worst thing was that I couldn't get him out of my head; constantly I found myself wondering if he was okay. At first, I thought it was a medical instinct to want to know how my patient was; but after some days I realized that it wasn't the case. And that scared me deeply.

A rainy Thursday, I found myself looking for shelter at a small coffee shop, obviously still trying to avoid my home and my best friend; I took seat in an illuminated corner next to a window, ordered, and while I waited for my lemon pie and coffee, I laid my books and report all over the table. As I started reading and making essays, I put my headphones on and played the soundtrack of "The Phantom of the Opera".

Sooner than later I saw the girl who attended meet with my pie and coffee, I was about to turn and smile to her, but a man rudely pushed her, making her throw the pie in my clothes, and the coffee in her arms and hands. Also, with the impact, my phone went flying to the floor, disconnecting itself from my headphones, and filling the room with the song "Angel of Music", accompanying the girl's apologies and cries.

I took a breath and forced a smile, the girl's hands were burning, so I asked her to go and clean up, at first she refused, apologizing all over again; but then I told her that I wasn’t mad at her and that I was a doctor, and she could get a first degree burn if she didn't check her hands.

A co-worker of her help her up and guided her to their staff room while I tried to organize everything again. Luckily my books were intact.

As I tried to reach for my phone, a man's hand got it first and offered it to me. "Maybe not an angel of music, but a true angel you are." He said as I took it from his hand. I froze at the sound of his voice. In front of me Bucky Barnes was smiling.

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