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kacievvbbbb · 6 months ago

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What is fun about the last time Shanks saw Mihawk he was probably 29 on the cusp of 30 and then they fall out and they don’t really reconnect until Mihawk is middle age and Shanks on his way there.

That’s alot of time to miss someone you used to know intimately. A whole life has been lived there. And think how much Mihawk must have changed how much shanks himself has changed. All this to say that I really think Shanks loves watching this version of Mihawk being domestic and having his little old lady hobbies.

He loves watching him cook and bake and talk about recipes and how to make sure the little gremlins under his care are getting the proper nutrients. He loves watching him tend to his garden with his ridiculously domestic sun hat, he loves watching him pick strawberries and put them into a little quicker basket and plant and harvest cocoa trees for Perona, and teach Zoro how to chop vegetables really fast and embroider his little flower patterns and read erotica and newspapers Like the same thing and take naps in the sun spot like a cat and interact with the kids and just he likes seeing Mihawk live his life because I will never come down from the hill that Shanks really kind of subconsciously worries about him and his loneliness and kind of the empty way he was living his life.

Cause like I think for shanks it’s such a jarring juxtaposition with the Mihawk that’s still freshest in his memories 10 years ago. 20 something young dangerous and wanted. Mihawk back then was probably the definition of vagabond literally bound to nothing and no one except occasionally shanks. Sailing around in a tiny ass boat with only wine and his sword a one man calamity.The Mihawk he remembers was always itching for a fight and would gladly start one. And because I headcannon Mihawk probably didn’t get his title till after his big blowout with shanks this is still a Mihawk with a lot to fucking prove and he’ll prove it every chance he gets. This is a Mihawk who still regularly accepts challengers and is also actively challenging people. This is a Mihawk that is hunting marines for sport (or revenge Or both) His life revolves around wine, sword-fighting, violence and blood shed and in the way only a man that doesn’t even realize how lonely he is it revolved around shanks.

I just think 20 something Mihawk had 1 friend and 1 hobby and hewas a lonely fuck who was so intensely single-mindedly putting all his energy into both he ends up kind of losing both (shanks crumples under the weights of his expectations and he literally positions himself so far above the crowd in swordsmanship and the one fight he actually does want to have is ruined for him that for a long period of time he doesn’t even experience the same joy that he used to while fighting it’s just another thing he can no longer fully indulge in) 20 something year old Mihawk was a discontent mess rapidly spiraling into depression and nihilistic boredorm and like Shanks can’t do anything about it because Mihawk won’t do anything about it he won’t even properly acknowledge it’s happening. And suddenly they aren’t friends anymore the love of his life literally walks out of it.

And then 10 years go by and zap suddenly here’s this 41 one year old man mostly unchanged but definetly more mature on the cusp of something truly life changing and then there’s this 43 year old with an island and a home and these 2 kids that he can’t even properly contextualize how they fit into his life and that must be so jarring one moment shanks remember A 29 year old nihilist that is literally breaking his heart and now here’s a “mellowed” out little old grandma hobby having middle aged man doing needle point on a Sunday evening come to take his place. A whole life lived in 12 years and Shanks didn’t get to see a lot of it but he’s so glad to see this now, that he gets to have this now.

#I don’t know just something about young Mihawk being an airplane crash made human form is right up my alley #like very rarely happens but burns fucking bright and is catastrophic when it does #born from my thinking that Mihawk had to be the most unexpected crash out back in the day #lliterally the one friend you knew in high school you were was going to drive themselves to an early grave dead in a ditch somewhere #grew up to be a kind of somewhat well adjusted adult if you don’t squint to hard #and by dead in a ditch I mean going out in a blaze of glory with a sword stabbed threw his heart #this is also born if my belief that part of why mishanks failed is because Mihawk had no other friends and being as obsessive as he can get #that’s not good for anyone #but also this is just an ode to young mishanks and the fun I they must have had being young talented and wanted #one piece #throwing thoughts to the void #dracule mihawk #op #hawkeye mihawk #mishanks #akagami no shanks #shanks #red haired shanks #akataka #red hair shanks #perona and zoro #perona one piece #roronoa zoro #goth family #goth fam

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beowl · 3 months ago

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Born from the void (Tohru Adachi x Reader)

Chapter 1 - The Entity

"Have you ever been to Inaba?" That was what you heard before being assigned to a serial murder case. Or: How a promotion turned your world upside down.

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Tags (entire fic): Adachi Tohru / Female Reader, Dojima Ryotaro, Dojima Nanako,Investigation Team (Persona Series), POV Second Person, POV Alternating, Canon Compliant, Canonical Character Death, Persona 3 Spoilers, Persona 4 Spoilers, Mutual Pining, FluffAngstHurt/Comfort, Getting to Know Each Other, Reader is a Persona User (Persona Series), Strangers to Lovers to Enemies, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Explicit Sexual Content, long fic, Canon-Typical Violence, Other Additional Tags to Be Added.

Before you start reading, I wanted to let you know that English isn't my first language. If you think something isn't correct, feel free to let me know. I dont mind!

Something murmured in the distance. It didn’t sound annoying, so you tried to go back to sleep.

Today had been a long day at work. When you arrived at the police station this morning, you had to deal with some endless piles of paperwork that you found on your desk; you were used already to it, as it was one of the most common tasks in your job.

A few hours later, you gathered your things and said goodbye to some of your colleagues, the only thing on his mind was getting some well-deserved sleep. Now you were here, lying in your bed.

You sighed as you rolled over. You loved your job, as it was what you wanted to work for since you were a child, but there were times when you just wanted to quit. You totally despised being given more tasks than others in your same position. While you knew you were an efficient worker, that didn’t give them the right to treat you as their errand girl.

This also happened when you were in the middle of reviewing some documents. You wanted to call it a day every time you found yourself in this situation. Did they really think that they would get away with this every time they didn’t want to do their job?

You desperately wanted to fix this problem, but what were the chances of them listening to you? Once, you tried to talk to them about them, but they clearly ignored you as they quickly dashed out of the office.

You even complained to some of your higher-ups, but they were like talking to a brick wall, trying to get you out of their office and not giving it another thought.

You really were helpless, so you probably should let sleeping dogs lie. Sometimes you truly wished some God would look upon you and give you some kind of rest from this nightmare.

Even though those moments were quite annoying, you were thankful for meeting some kind and warm people who appreciated your presence there and made you feel valued since day one.

Besides, you were glad that other tasks of your job didn't involve working with those jerks. The times when you had to patrol the area on the island were so refreshing.

Recalling your first days on Tatsumi Port Island, you remembered moving here for some work-related issues.

Living in this place had its ups and downs. You really felt luck was on your side - just a few days before your arrival, you found a free apartment a short distance from the Pauwlonia Mall’s police station. It was convenient because you could get there quickly in case of an emergency.

As you walked around your neighbourhood, you tried to get used to your new surroundings. You obviously noticed that it was usually crowded, as it was a popular place for teenagers and young adults, even more so at weekends.

However, you hated crowds since they were draining and overwhelming. Apart from that, masses of people were also much harder to control, not only because they could easily get out of control, but because the amount of officers assigned to patrol the area was insufficient.

Maybe you should move to a more relaxing place, though it would entail a long process regarding your job.

Around half an hour later, you gave up on sleep. You felt frustrated since you had to wake up early tomorrow. Earlier in the day, you heard a sound coming from your phone. When you looked at the screen, you saw a message from Kurosawa.

He was instructed to tell you that the higher-ups required your presence first thing tomorrow. Some important matters were being discussed, and they needed you to be there.

Calls and messages from Officer Kurosawa weren’t as common as one might think, though they had become more frequent over the past year. They were mostly work-related, but that didn’t mean that the two of you didn’t have enough time to catch up after work. He was one of those people who made you feel appreciated.

One of those times, you were idly talking at the Tatsumi East Police Station. After some chit-chatting, you finally planned on going to the Chagall Café in Pauwlonia mall after work, when a group of three guys came through the door.

You didn’t know who they were, but Kurosawa was apparently acquainted with them, especially with the white-haired guy in the middle.

As you watched as they talked with Kurosawa, you felt someone looking straight at you. You quickly realised that the stare belonged to the guy on your left, though you didn’t say anything.

Talking to Makoto Yuki a few weeks later, as he told you that was his name, you got to know him a little. You could say it was a little difficult, as he didn’t seem to like small talk, but you didn’t doubt that he was a good kid.

Even though you didn’t get a chance to meet with the other two guys, Kurosawa mentioned that they were Junpei Iori and Akihiko Sanada, some students from Gekkoukan High School, as well as Makoto.

Thinking about the message you received from Kurosawa just a few hours ago, you couldn’t remember doing anything that would compromise your job. Whenever you had the chance, you always tried to get some work done that wasn't due that same week with the intention of relaxing over the weekend.

You pushed away more intrusive thoughts. Still, it felt strange, as if something wasn't right. You knew that you had fallen asleep on your bed, but you couldn’t feel your pillow under your head or your warm sheets wrapped around you.

Another noise interrupted your thoughts, though it sounded a bit louder than last time. Being more awake than before, you tried to open your eyes to see where it was coming from. However, it didn’t seem possible, as your body wasn’t responding to you. As a result, you started to get overwhelmed. You wouldn’t make a good impression if you didn’t arrive on time.

You ran your hands over the surface beneath you, trying to determine if you were still on your bed. Instead of being on a comfortable and familiar surface, you were lying on a cold and hard floor. You didn’t remember falling asleep on the floor of your living room, though you do remember being sleepy and retiring to your bedroom after having something for dinner.

Did you really fall from your bed when you were dreaming? It didn’t seem unusual coming from you; you recognised that this happened more often than you cared to admit when you had nightmares. Those embarrassing moments had decreased their frequency, though.

Once again, the same sound reached your ears. Trying to pull yourself together, you focused on identifying the noise as it seemed to last longer.

As a consequence of your attempts to wake up, you heard some monotonous and low-level noises. In fact, it might not come from a human.

Suddenly, your head hurt, and you gripped it in a desperate move trying to smother the pain, though it was barely effective. At first sight you didn’t register it, but your hands started to sweat, a clear sign that you were getting worried.

"Hmm. You must be hearing me now."

Huh?

A few seconds later, you detected that the quiet voice wasn’t really coming from a presence in front of you, but rather was sounding inside your head. You felt vulnerable. Your heart started to beat faster, feeling as if someone was intruding your mind.

Trying to analyse the situation, you realised that you were able to move your arms now. After loosening the grip on your head, you tried to move your legs again. This time you didn't struggle to move them as they weren't as stiff as before, but you could still feel a slight discomfort.

Curious about your surroundings, you opened your eyes, though you immediately lowered your head and used your hands to block out the irritating light that just blinded you. After a few moments of waiting for your eyes to stop hurting, you were finally able to open them after a few seconds, feeling a little light-headed.

You felt discouraged by your failed attempt to get to your feet, resulting in your body falling back with a thud. Using your hands to support your body, you managed to sit up carefully.

As soon as your eyes adjusted to your new environment, you spotted a figure squatting down a short distance from you.

Your movement caught its attention, apparently distracted. It tilted its head towards you, crossing its arms and resting them on its knees, as one of them had supported its head just a moment before.

"You seem conscious now. I have been trying to talk to you for a few minutes, but you did not seem aware of it." The creature pointed out while you observed it.

You tried to figure out what it was, but you were only able to describe its head. Definitely not human, or rather, not a living human, clearly because a human wouldn't have a black empty skull for a head.

"You have just suddenly appeared here, though it doesn't seem to have been a conscious action on your part.” It theorised, drumming its fingers against its knee. You also felt it looking at you. Inside each eye socket you could see blue shining points staring right at you, so you assumed they were its eyes.

You felt disoriented. Not really knowing why you were here, you looked for a way to escape this place.

As you observed the surrounding space, you found yourself sitting on a semi-transparent surface. It was levitating above an empty void, in which you could see some black particles. In an impulsive move, you tried to catch some of them, but they quickly slipped through your fingers.

Looking up at the sky, it was very different from what you would see if you were outside. You were surrounded by a galaxy-like sky where every few seconds you could see some shooting stars passing by temporally.

Besides, you thought it was unforgettable, as the blue and pink colours from the sky and the shining stars that hypnotised you were impossible to ignore.

Aside from all the scenery, you saw a black hole far away emitting a sound that resembled groaning voices. Whereas the space around you was unspoiled, you didn’t think it would last much longer, as that black hole was slowly and unavoidably erasing everything around it.

Strangely beautiful. You mused. It could be a lost painting from a renowned painter. However, you felt that it was distracting you from your current situation.

While concentrating on your ‘new reality’, you were now trapped somewhere out there with a strange entity. During the time it took you to identify the area, you really weren’t able to tune out that presence, feeling that it had been focusing its eyes on you all this time. You were sure that you couldn’t willingly leave this place, so your only option was to wait and see what you could do.

Acknowledging your impatience, it opened its mouth again, but closed it, reconsidering its words.

“I have some questions for you.” It waited for your answer. You weren’t really keen on having a conversation, but you might need some information about what was happening right now.

But before you had time to answer, it got up from the floor. Now you could see it completely. The figure had a black, slender human body, decorated with vertical darker and smaller stripes. In the centre of its chest you could see a spherical part resembling what looked like a core. It should be its heart, you thought, raising an eyebrow as you continued to inspect it.

While one arm and one leg were covered in blue torn muscle, the remaining limbs were protected by a scratched bone armour. It also had clawed hands. Something you found curious were the tube-shaped fleshes attached to its head and back. Overall, it looked as if it could collapse at any moment, though it somehow remained intact.

It approached you slowly, as if trying not to frighten you. Reacting to its movement, you hurriedly managed to stand up and step back, putting some distance between the two of you. You didn’t adopt a defensive stance, as it didn’t seem to want to hurt you, but you were still alert. Just in case.

It stopped before taking another step. Apart from limping, you noticed that it made a clicking sound with every step it took, while its muscles made a stretching sound. It was repulsive. You tried not to gag as you ignored those noises.

“So. I assume you don’t know where we are, do you?” It crossed its arms over its chest, in a waiting position. You wondered if this thing had anything to do with this place. Did it create this? Or was it also brought here?

Trying to calm down, you answered. “No, I don’t.” It hummed again as you felt anxious. You scratched your head while trying to distract yourself from being constantly observed by it.

As if it had heard you, it moved its head to the side, examining instead some black sparkles fluttering around it. Although you couldn’t be really sure, it gave the impression that it was spacing out. That thought quickly disappeared the moment it stared at you again.

“What do you remember from last year?” You don’t really know what it was getting at with that question.

You remembered your work routine and hanging out with your coworkers, visiting your parents who lived far away from you and reading some novels in your free time, but nothing out of the ordinary. Some might call you simple, but you did not care at all.

Feeling that you were not getting any additional information from this, you decided to interrupt it before it started talking again.

“What are you?” You stepped back. You were sure that it had clearly heard you, but for some reason it didn’t answer your question right away, instead changing the subject of your conversation.

“I can see it worked perfectly. Maybe if…” It added vaguely, lowering its tone and murmuring more things under its breath, but you could catch some words coming out of its “mouth”.

Although you didn’t know what its intentions were, you could see it raising a hand to its temple.

Instantly, you felt the headache return, though it was more intense than before. It only lasted some seconds before letting you breathe calmly again.

"I thought you would feel accomplished since last time." Its hand reached down and grabbed a book that was strapped to its hip. Opening the book and reading through it, it turned over the pages quickly, desperately looking for something. “Though it seems we will have to intervene again.”

Were you hallucinating or something? You felt drained, besides your questions weren’t being answered, and your head still hurt from the headache from moments before. Were you being ignored?

Your thoughts were interrupted by a sigh, followed by the figure talking to you. “No, I can assure you that I’m not ignoring you. I’m just trying to find out if you remember anything.” Although it was difficult to sense its emotions, you could detect a slight change in its tone, as if it was… melancholic?

Anything? We? You were perplexed. You had never seen this thing before. It had a special look to it, so obviously you would recognise it. Yet, you felt some kind of familiarity.

Could it be interfering with your thoughts? Maybe it had the power to change your memories. Maybe it was trying to manipulate you.

Another thing that didn’t sit right with you was the way it answered your question. How did it know what you were thinking?

“After what happened, it is obvious you wouldn’t remember anything. And yes, let’s say that I can easily read your thoughts, though that’s not what is important right now.” It said, raising its eyes from the book for a moment.

“What are you talking about? Who are you?” You were getting impatient, so you really wanted to quickly end this conversation.

“I wish I could tell you everything I know at the moment, but I promise I can't. Not because I don’t want to help you, but because you have to remember it by yourself.”

You tried to intervene, but you didn't really know what to say. This current and strange situation made you feel uneasy about all that happened. Was it trying to get something by manipulating you?

Why should you trust it? This was the first time you had ever seen it, and this entity was sure when it said that it knew you. What should you do?

“There are some parts of your memories that are inaccessible, even to you.” Though you weren’t truly trusting it, it felt strange. You didn’t know the reason, but it felt as if your mind was trying to block this being from accessing your memories.

At the moment, you preferred to trust your mind over this creature. Though, if what it was saying was true, what could you possibly have done to erase your own memories? Or had something happened?

Trying to think something, you were interrupted by the floor rumbling beneath your feet. While you tried to stand upright, the figure didn’t really seem fussed over it, only looking straight down for a few seconds.

“We are running out of time. I’m sorry, but you have to make a decision right now.” Meanwhile, the rumbling began increasing in intensity. You heard its gravelly voice directed at you again, though it started speaking louder now, as you didn’t seem to answer.

“Supposing that what you are telling me is true, how can I get them back?” It seemed that you had no choice if you wanted to escape and recover what you may have forgotten, though you still were wary.

“You must come across something that triggers your memories.”

“Like what?” Exasperated, you tried to get an answer as fast as you can, as the rumbling made its words hardly impossible to hear.

“It could be anything. If you let me, I might be able to help you. But as I said, you must be the one discovering it.” You were about to agree, but your legs began to shake, and you inevitably fell down. It approached you at a fast pace, trying not to waste any more time.

“I know that you don't trust me, but I only can guarantee to you that I'm not trying to get a benefit from this”. It declared as it approached, kneeling down near your body.

“I'm not sure. What are the consequences of your supposed help?” You hesitated, but did you have any other choice?

“Not really. Though, you will need your memories if you want to correctly approach some future problems.” It said, shrugging its shoulders.

You didn't say anything as you struggled to breathe, but you were sure now that it wanted to get something from you.

“When I have read your mind before, I found out you remember most of the events of the Dark Hour. I think you remember what you had to fight against, don't you? You are going to face some big problems again.”

Why would it need your help after reading your memories of that time? And why would it remind you of those shadows? You were sure that they wouldn't return now that the Dark Hour had been erased.

Besides, it would have surely noticed that you only used weapons now, as you couldn't summon your Persona any more.

During the battle against the Nyx Avatar, your Persona disappeared as it defended you against one of its attacks. After a lot of back and forth attacks between the two sides, the fight was especially exhausting for the S.E.E.S.

Some members of the group were momentarily distracted, as they tried to regain their strength, a moment which Nyx tried to take advantage from. Raising its arm and charging its sword with energy, its goal was to slash through those people.

To prevent this outcome, you rushed to their position and tried to divert the damage somehow. You quickly thought that if your Persona used its power to create a shield, you could make your plan work.

In the end, your plan was successful: you shielded your team from the slash of Nyx's sword and avoided getting them any further damage. Your Persona received all the damage as the shield was torn to pieces.

However, its physical assault didn’t end there. Before you, or your persona, could be aware of what was happening, Nyx swiftly sliced its sword through your Persona, leaving a long scar in its chest.

Though you assumed that the mask of Nyx prevented it from showing any emotion, you sensed as Nyx attacked your Persona in a resentful way.

On top of that, since your Other Self was connected to you, you took some pain as well, which resulted in you falling to the floor and rolling until you collided with one of the pillars of the Tartarus. You could barely move while your team continued to fight.

Returning to your current situation, the entity could see that you were clearly distracted, as it was certain that you were thinking about what had happened in the past.

As the being turned some pages on its book, it picked up some bracelet from inside, and put it in your open palm. The feeling of the accessory on your hand brought you back to reality. The being quickly continued to read a few more pages. It hummed once more and stared at you as it closed its book.

“Do I have to do anything?” You managed to say as you lay face up on the ground. Your only option was to comply. If this being had read your memories of the Dark Hour and seen what you had to face, you supposed that you couldn’t ignore the future events.

Its intention to have a final conversation failed, so it resorted to speaking inside your mind, raising its claw and touching slightly its temple.

“Not at all, just wear it. It should allow me to speak to you again in a few days. Maybe next time we will have more time.” You struggled to stay awake. As you tried to hear what it had to say, you felt an invisible force trying to close your eyes.

“Be careful out there.” You heard some kind of hope coming from it. That was the last thing your ears picked up before blacking out.

You reluctantly opened your eyes the moment your alarm went off. Sitting up in your bed and rubbing your eyes, you felt so confused. What did I dream about last night? You thought as you yawned.

You stretched, trying to clear your mind. The moment you lifted your arms, you groaned. Your body felt sore, but you don’t remember doing any exhausting exercise this week.

“Maybe I've got the flu or something.” You scoffed. Wonderful, you thought, massaging your left arm while moving your eyes to the side.

The clock on your bedside table marked 6.00 am. It’s still early. In a few hours, you were going to attend that meeting Kurosawa talked to you about. You didn’t really want to be late to work, so you got out of bed like a flash.

The moment you put your feet on the wooden floor, you heard something hit the floor and make a metallic sound. Confused, you looked down and saw a bracelet. As you had just woken up, you slowly crouched down. You carefully avoided falling down. While you examined it, you quickly concluded that it was just an ordinary, blue bracelet. Nothing more.

You felt something gnawing at the back of your mind, though. The last thing you remembered from last night’s dream was that creature giving you this accessory as a last resort to maintain some sort of communication with you. What did it genuinely mean with lost memories? And what were you supposed to be looking for? It sounded so vague.

Even though you didn’t know what to do, it also made you ponder about it. Placing your left hand on your remaining wrist, you felt something strange on your skin. As you looked down at your right arm, you saw the bracelet there. You had just unconsciously worn it while you had been spacing out.

Ignoring it for now, as you wanted to make the most of the morning, you got up from the floor and walked up to your window. You held the curtains and kept them open, letting the sun rays softly touch your face. You were satisfied, as they seemed to refresh your mood.

After a few seconds of observing the people walking down the street, you focused on trying to get prepared for today’s meeting. While you were going straight to the bathroom to wash your face, you sighed, not knowing what to feel.

You only hoped for the best, but you were sure that today was certainly going to be a long day.

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