#valen x female reader

[obsessedwrhys]

Hi!!! could you make a headcanon of valen with fem merlin please? I've been searching and there's almost nothing ;; thank you also for making the headcanons of other characters ♡

|| VALEN DATING HEADCANONS ||

ᯓ★ just lots of fluff, reader is fem!! (I'm glad you like my other work ☺)

Despite his good looks and the rumours told by the villagers, he's actually inexperienced with love. He's constantly busy with his duties so he never really felt it was necessary to be in a relationship.

That was when he met you and oh boy did he fall head over heels for you HARD.

At first he didn't think much of it and simply just saw it as a task by Hogan to protect you, but the more you guys spent time together, the more he enjoys being by your side.

He was in denial the moment he realised he had developed feelings for you but he also couldn't deny what his heart wanted. So eventually he just chose to go with the flow.

His behaviour wouldn't change drastically but he does seem to develop a few traits when he came to the conclusion that he had a crush on you.

His eyes would linger on you longer when the group discusses on a topic, his brows relaxed as he's giving you the heart eyes.

And how he was always the first person to check up on you after every battles, making sure you weren't hurt anywhere.

He would also notice little details about you. How you seem to rub your arms when you're awkward or play with your hair when you're bored.

There was this one time he noticed you shivering a bit on the cold night so he offered you his cloak/cape, you thanked him which made his heart swoon but his face hid it with a simple smile.

When your group made it back to Holistone after your eventful journey, he was quick to treat everyone with drinks. It was there where he confessed to you.

Scenario ↴

Everyone had left to chat with their friends and he found you drinking alone at your table. With the opportunity in his hand, he slide into the empty seat beside you.

"You're alone, where are your chipmunk friends?" He'd ask with his arm rested on the chair and the other on the table.

"They left to check out the market" You'd say with both your hands wrapped around your glass.

He eyes your face for a while as he tries to think of the right words to say. He gulps but tried to cover it up by pretending to clear his throat.

"I uh—"

"Your face is red"

"Huh?" His eyes widened, but when he realised there was no way out, he ended up relaxing his face with a defeated sigh.

"I guess nothing bypasses the magister. Not even a knight's feelings..." He'd smile warmly at you when it was your turn to be flustered.

The second you guys started dating, it was huge news to the villagers. They were curious how you managed to catch his eye when all of the women have been trying their hardest to get his acknowledgement.

Some even made up rumours that you might have used a love spell on him.

Throughout the relationship, Valen would definitely be affectionate. Expect lots of flirting and corny jokes.

"You’re so beautiful that you made me forget my pickup line"

"Valen go to sleep..."

He's also very open with PDA, nothing too extreme though, just simple things like holding hands and kisses on the cheek or forehead. He just loves to see you smile.

I have a feeling that since you two are dating, it would be easier for Valen to figure out you were Merlin. He wouldn't be mad that you hid it from him but rather he understood your reasons for it. Also, he wouldn't say anything about it until your secret was revealed by Mirael.

He'd just stand there with his hand on the handle of his sword, completely unfazed because what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn't know that first??

Once your secret was out, expect him to ask lots of questions about your magic.

Like can you give a cat wings?

How does it work?

Could you make him 1 inch taller?

The first time he saw you use your magic outside of battles was when you used it to tie your hair. It baffled him but he had to admit it was fun to watch.

Thats why he would always stare at you all excited whenever you used your magic to do simple tasks. His excuse for his behaviour being "How can I not watch when you look so effortlessly gorgeous 😚"

His petname for you is Dove and this is a headcanon I will defend with all my heart.

He picked the name because he always found doves romantic, the name was easily decided the second you brought love into his life.

I just have a feeling his kisses are playful most of the time but when he's really serious, it'd be the most breathtaking kisses you could ever experience. His hand will always find its place behind your back when you two share the moment.

He definitely adores it when you kiss him too, especially on his cheek where his scar is. He also likes it when you trace your fingers across it because it always help him relax. Your gentle touch soothing his soul from a bad memory.

One more thing. He becomes more protective over you. Not in a bad way though, he knows you can defend yourself with your magic but that doesn't mean he's not gonna try to protect you from the enemy.

He doesn't care if the person is bigger or stronger than him, he'll still draw his sword.

After every fight, you'd always tend to his wounds and even through your complaints at his recklessness, he'd still look at you with genuine love in his gaze.

"You're such an idiot"

"A charming one right?"

He shows you off A LOT. I'm talking like crazy lot. Every conversation he shared with anyone, he's always gonna talk about you several times. It drives Hogan crazy, don't get me wrong, he's happy for you two but he can't seem to get his lovesick head to function.

I make him sound like he's crazy about you (which he kinda is) but it's just he's really proud of you. He's so very supportive of you!! He might even have Chippy and Hammie beat at being your number one fan.

Like hello??? My girlfriend is saving the world here 🙄

Of course, he's a very understanding person. If there's anything you're uncomfortable with, just talk it out with him and he'll make sure it won't happen again.

Now for dates. He likes to take you to the most prettiest spot of Holistone or any places he knows. You guys would just spend time chit chatting or cuddling.

Your personal favourite was when he had managed to plan a picnic for you two on a hill, it was adorable watching him cut the food into smaller slices and then feeding you, it was his way of giving you the princess treatment.

Well he is a knight and it is his duty.

Since he's very affectionate, he can also be a tease. He likes teasing the height difference between you two. He finds it adorable.

"You're so small. Are you sure you're as the myth foretold? The mighty merlin? So cute..." He'd stroke your hair with a smile.

I feel like he'd teach you some skills to defend yourself just in case. He knows your magic is powerful but he's not gonna risk it, not when it comes to you.

The lessons would mostly be basic hand-to-hand combat. There was this one time you managed to beat him in a friendly duel and even though he was going easy on you, he was still proud of you regardless so he showered you with compliments.

Another thing I'd like to add is that he secretly write poems dedicated to you. He's too embarrassed to share them with you so if you ever found out, he thinks he'll actually dig a hole and bury himself alive. He'll only share ONE poem with you once he finishes rereading it for the 19373th time and making sure it's good.

By the way, this man can get jealous. He doesn't like seeing Lorsan get too close to you. Half of the times he'd actually cross his arms without even realising when watching you two talk. You always laugh at his behaviour which he does not appreciate.

"What are you laughing at? I don't see anything funny about it..."

Also did I mention how he smells like white musk?? You know like those scents that you smell and you just feel so in love??? Yeah that.

Honestly... 100/10 BOYFRIEND!!

[mrsmikaelsxn]

His Obsession

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pairing: tom riddle x female reader

warnings: somewhat stalking, obsession, possessive, kissing, fluff

summary: you were a new student and you have taken the interest of tom riddle, he decides he wants to know everything about you

a/n: i'm a sucker for obsessive tom, what can i say

song: we belong together - ritchie valens

Tom Riddle. A name that brought fear to most students. He was powerful, and had intelligence that the professors admired. He excelled in all of his classes with flying colors.

He knows most things about all the people in his year, and a good amount of stuff about the students in higher and lower years as well.

So it was a bit of a shock when he saw you stroll into the great hall. Headmaster Dippet had called you up to the stool to be sorted into your house.

After a short while, the hat called out Slytherin. He couldn't be more grateful, seeing as how you were a sight for sore eyes. Many people must agree seeing as there were many others that seemed to be checking you out.

He quietly observed all of your movements from where he was sitting, trying his best to read you.

His 'friends' noticed his almost zoned out gaze and called his name. His attention was brought back in front of him as he looked at his followers with an annoyed expression.

The day was over as quick as it started. The next day, he noticed you were in most of his classes, allowing him to study you more. He had his followers do research on you and your family's background. He had them around the castle to keep an eye on you.

He felt a sort of pull towards you, he wanted to know everything about you.

In the potions class, he saw you sat in the back. Normally he would sit in the front of his classes, but he took the seat next to you today.

"Hi," you greet with a nod, looking at him take out a quill.

"Hello, I'm Tom RIddle," says, voice like silk.

"Y/n," you smile at him.

"What brings you to Hogwarts?"

"My family moved, I used to go to Beauxbatons," you explain. He hums and turns his attention to the professor.

Since then, you have become almost friends. He began to tutor you for potions, the one class you did not have an outstanding in. You still had high marks for that class, but you wanted to try and get all O's.

He had taken a great liking to you.

He most likely wouldn't admit his feelings, he thought it was impossible for him to feel such things because of him being conceived under a love potion. Yet, you come along and prove him wrong.

He wasn't really one for public affection, but he was different in private.

Even though he didn't necessarily do things such as holding your hand, or having an arm around your shoulder, people would say he was obsessed with you. His eyes and attention were wherever you were.

There was something about you that was so ethereal to him.

Whenever someone looked at you for too long, or in a bad way, he dealt with them when you were somewhere else in the castle.

Today was the day of your date with him. He had finally decided to ask you to accompany him on a 'picnic' as you called it. He said it was just a meal outside but you discarded that.

He used his wandless and non-verbal magic to quickly set up the secluded area as you got ready.

A bit later you met him there and couldn't stop a bright smile from forming. He loved your smile, it was one of his favorite things about you. He would always find a way to make you smile, and if you weren't with him, he already had it engraved in his mind for him to imagine.

"Hello, y/n. You look lovely, as always," he greets you kissing your hand.

"Tom," you blush and avert your eyes. "I think you look dashing as well," you smile and pat his chest.

"Well, come sit," he says as he goes to sit in the spot set up. It has a beautiful view of the mountains and the Black Lake.

"This view is stunning," your eyes shine, taking in the phenomenal scene in front of you.

"Mine is too," he says gazing at you.

"My goodness Tom, stop with your flattery," you laugh covering your face to hide your even more reddened cheeks.

"I am only speaking the truth," he replies, bringing his hands to your wrists and pulling your hands from your face.

"You are the most exquisite person I've met," you pat his cheek.

"I know," he grins. You roll your eyes and go to resort, when you felt his lips on yours.

You recover from the temporary shock and kiss back. You had fancied him for some time now. You knew he was different with you, but never would you have thought he would return your feelings. No kisses have ever felt this intimate before, the way he kissed you was as if he was trying to show you how much he cared for you.

You had to pull back for some air after a minute.

"Tom," you mutter as he looks at your swollen lips and jovial face. This is, in fact, his first kiss. He has never felt an attraction to any other person before. On top of that, he was always so focused on his education and plans for the future.

"Y/n," he breathes out.

"What was that for," you whisper playfully.

"For you being perfect," he whispers kissing you again. When you two break apart, he asks you to go to hogsmeade with him. To which you replied with, "I would be a fool to ever turn you down, Tom," as you look at him with such love that had his heart beating so fast he thought he would have a heart attack.

[skz317cb97]

Valentine's Don't

Bang Chan x Female reader

Word count: 4k

Synopsis: Sick of spending every Valentine's Day in a rut you impulsively ask a cute guy at the bar to go out with you. Will your plan to meet up backfire in your face?

A/N: This was a wonderful idea brought to me by one of my sweet friends. I'm not sure if they want to be named but they know who they are. I loved this idea as soon as I heard it! I was hoping to have it all done in one part for Valentine's Day but couldn't quite make it. Oh well. Hope you all enjoy! If you do please like, comment, share, shoot an ask, I love to hear from you all! Also there is no smut in this part but there will be in part 2.

Warnings: None really. Swearing/strong language, drinking/mentions of alcohol. That's it I think. If I missed something let me know!

Why, why did you let your friend talk you into coming to the bar one week before Valentine’s Day? You always hated the ‘holiday’ ever since elementary school. It was just a popularity contest that you never won, hell you never even placed. Now you were at the bar alone, ditched by your friend that made you come out in the first place when the first halfway cute guy approached her. Not that you blamed her. If a halfway hot guy approached you right now you probably wouldn’t be so bitter but alas you clearly weren’t winning any popularity contests still. Which may be your fault, you were not always the most approachable person, but your past had taught you to be guarded. 

You were working on your third drink since your friend had disappeared and after you emptied the glass you happened to catch a look at a guy from across the bar. He was way beyond halfway hot he was scorching, fire, lava. What’s hotter than lava? He was that! He looked away when the two of you made eye contact.

Had he been looking at you? Only one way to find out. Tipsy you was about to make a big move because why the fuck not at this rate? The worst he could do was say no, well no, the worst he could do was laugh in your face and tell you you’re dumb and ugly. You were going out on a limb that he wasn’t the type to say that. You approached him with all the BDE you could muster. 

“How many times a day do you get told your gorgeous, it's gotta be in the double digits.” He turned towards you smiling and his ears instantly turned red. 

“Probably about half as much as you do.” You grimaced. 

“Yikes. That bad huh?” He laughed at the jab you took at yourself not realizing it was one hundred percent true. No one ever walked up to you let alone walked up and told you you were gorgeous. Maybe it was the ‘don’t fuck with me’ look that had a way of unintentionally appearing on your face or maybe they thought... you were hit with a realization you, for some stupid reason, hadn’t considered before approaching him 

“Oh wait, oh shit, I’m sorry you have a girlfriend don’t you. I’m so sorr-” He shook his head. 

“No no. You’re fine I don’t have a girlfriend.” You quirked an eyebrow. 

“Boyfriend?” He laughed so hard his dimples appeared. 

“No boyfriend either no, I’m single.” You nodded. 

“So do you come to this bar a lot?” he wiggled his hand back and forth. 

“Sometimes, some of my friends are in the band.” 

“What about next Tuesday?” It was so random, and you asked so quickly it caught him off guard. 

“Oh uh...” He thought for a moment. 

“Ohhh isn’t that Valen-” You waved and shook your head. 

“Yea okay look I’m gonna give it to you straight is that okay?” You legitimately waited for his reply, and he nodded. Just lay it all out for him, fuck it. 

“You’re probably the prettiest person I’ve ever seen in my life, and I don’t even know your name, but I have never had a good Valentine’s Day, I’m always angry and alone. I don’t want another repeat, I’m sick to death of it, for once I’d like to go out with a cute guy and actually enjoy the stupid holiday. So here it is, I’m going to come to this bar at 7 pm February 14th. If you think spending Valentine’s with me might be fun, meet me here. If you don’t, well then, no hard feelings.” You turned to walk away, and he caught your hand to stop you. 

“Chris...” You looked at him confused. 

“My name...it’s Chris...” You smiled and nodded then turned and headed straight out of the bar. You would text your friend to tell her you left, you had to go after that move. As soon as you were out the door you were mentally kicking yourself. God that must have seemed so desperate, you hoped it came off as confident. Ugh why did you do that!?  

Every day that week up until Valentine’s Day you went back and forth between freaking out and trying to be optimistic. He did laugh and he’d told you his name, but you were never very good at being optimistic. Your internal monolog was louder. ‘He could have been laughing at you not with you, Chris is so generic he probably said the first name that came to mind.’ Then you would be back to freaking out again. 

Valentine’s Day. You had decided you were going to go, now all you had to do was muster up that same BDE that you’d had when you asked him out in the first place. You dressed nicely but not too fancy, put on a little make up and just threw your hair up, a few of those stubborn pieces refusing to stay put, falling around your face. Your nerves started to get to you again, and that voice. ‘No sense in trying too hard, he won’t be coming.’

You second guessed even going yourself and you had just about talked yourself out of it, then you saw yourself in the mirror. You had put in a little effort to look nice already, you could at least go and have a drink then leave when he doesn’t show. No one would know the difference anyway.  

So you were sitting there at the bar about halfway through your first drink, you were trying to pace yourself, but when you looked at the clock and saw seven fifteen you downed the rest of your glass and signaled to the bar tender for another.

At seven thirty and two drinks down, you decided you would rather get drunk at home alone than in a bar full of couples groping each other while wearing literal heart eyes. You threw some cash down on the bar and went to leave. As you were making your way through the sea of people you could hear someone from the crowd behind you calling for someone. 

“Hey! Uh... wait hey!” The voice sounded like it was getting closer and closer. Whoever they were looking for was evidently in your direction. 

“Wait! Fucking hell, I... I don’t know your name... fuck. Hey gorgeous!” For some reason that struck you and made you turn. When you did you saw that the person who had been yelling was in fact yelling for you and that person was Chris. You must have looked shocked when he walked up. 

“I’m so sorry I’m late I was taking care of something really important and it took me a little longer than I thought it would.” You still stood there stunned. He actually came? You shook the cobwebs in your brain loose and remembered how to speak. 

“Oh, uh no that’s fine, I just figured...” He frowned a little. 

“I was standing you up? Sorry, I’d have texted and told you, but I didn’t know your number, or your name...” He chuckled rubbing the back of his neck. 

“No really it's okay, did you want to grab a drink?” He shook his head. 

“We should probably get going if we’re going to make our dinner reservations.” You stood there stunned again. 

“D-dinner?” He laughed, his eyes scrunched and his dimples showed. 

“Yes, dinner. It’s Valentine’s Day and I’m taking a cute girl out to dinner.” You started giggling like a teenaged girl talking to her crush. Your giggle transformed into a cough as you cleared your throat, trying to maintain your cool façade from the week before. 

“Right of course dinner. Let’s go then.” Chris smiled and placed his hand on the small of your back. You wished it didn’t send a shiver up your spine. God you were touch starved. Chris led you out of the bar and to his car, opening the door for you. Right at that very moment you actually stopped and thought for a second. What you were doing seemed so crazy you hadn’t told any of your friends. Cute or not, no one knew you were meeting this guy and you were about to climb in his car. You hesitated getting in. 

“You’re not some serial killer, are you? If I ask and you are, you have to tell, that’s the rule.” Chris laughed with his whole body. You really liked his laugh; it was warm and made you smile.  

“I think that’s for undercover police but no, I’m not a serial killer.” You nodded side eyeing him. 

“That’s exactly what I’d expect an undercover cop to say.” Tears were in his eyes, every time he thought he had a hold of himself you had him laughing again. What Chris didn’t realize was humor was your security blanket when you were nervous. It was kind of hard for you to make friends, it wasn’t easy for you to open up and be vulnerable enough for people to really get to know you. When you did make friends it was usually because you made them laugh, so that was your go to safety net when you weren’t sure if being yourself was okay.  

After a short ride you pulled up to a small restaurant. The only way it stood out was the neon sign with its name in cursive. You could blink and miss it. When Chris led you into the dimly lit restaurant you could hear salsa music playing. There was limited seating and a dance floor took up quite a bit of space. The only time you had ever danced was at prom and that was more shuffling back and forth while being groped than it was actually dancing.  

“We don’t have to dance. I picked this place because they have great food and music, the dancing is optional.” He must have picked up on your immediate apprehension. 

“We can dance.” The fuck were you saying? 

“Looks fun.” FUN!? Oh God why was your overzealous mouth sabotaging you like that. 

“Really?” He asked surprised and you nodded 

“Yea really!” ‘Yea really’ you mocked yourself in your head as you continued to speak without thinking. 

“That’s great, I used to be a dancer. I don’t get to do it very often anymore.” Of course he used to be a dancer, look at him. Making an ass out of yourself in front of a hot amateur wasn’t enough, go ahead and make a fool of yourself in front of a hot professional instead.  

“You used to be a dancer?” That was in fact what he said. Braindead much? He nodded and suddenly your mouth was overriding your brain again. 

“Exotic?” Chris laughed shaking his head. 

“No no, mostly hip hop but some contemporary and ballroom as well.” Fantastic. You dropped the subject as you made it to the table. Maybe it wouldn’t come up again. Once you were both seated and your drinks were ordered you started to loosen up a bit. You had a little small talk, but you still didn’t open up about yourself.

Chris was friendly and open. He struck you as the type that never met a stranger. You both ordered your food and he was right, the meal was delicious. The music was good, and he was pleasant to talk to also. After you ate you both sat there listening to the band. Chris smiled and tapped his toe along with the rhythm.  

“You know someone in the band here too?” You asked sarcastically and sipped your drink. His dimples appeared again. 

“Yes actually.” You almost spit your drink out. 

“Really?!” He nodded smiling ear to ear and pointed. 

“See the buff dude playing drums?” You shook your head. 

“That’s my friend Changbin, he fills in here sometimes, but he usually plays at the bar where we met.” Then you recognized him, you had seen him playing at the bar before. 

“So how about that dance.” You laughed nervously. You really hoped he’d forgotten about that. 

“Aren’t you supposed to wait twenty minutes before dancing after a meal?” Chris shook his head laughing again. You really liked his laugh. 

“I’m pretty sure that’s swimming but if you don’t want to-” You quickly shook your head. 

“No, I want to!” Internal face palm. Way to not take the out he gave you genius. 

“You sure?” You nodded. There you go! Double down on your chance to look stupid, why not? 

“Great come on!” He held out his hand and you took it. As he led you towards the dance floor your heartbeat got louder and louder in your ears, you almost couldn’t hear the music. When he turned to face you, you had no idea what to do. Chris picked up on that pretty quickly if he didn’t know outright from the start. He pulled you closer by your hips, then he placed your hands on his shoulders before grabbing your hips again. 

“Just follow my lead.” You gave him a small smile and shook your head as he started to sway both of your hips to the beat of the music.  

“There you go, now look at me.” Your eyes had been glued to your feet. Two of Chris’ fingers placed under your chin tilted your head up to look him in the eye. 

“Perfect. Gorgeous.” You could feel yourself starting to flush. 

“Now when I take a step forward you take a step back and when I take a step back you take one forward. It’s easy.” He took a step back and you followed taking a step forward. Chris’ hips swiveled to the rhythm as he took a step forward and you back. 

“A natural!” You bit back the smile trying to force its way out. 

“Yea a natural disaster, just like a tornado.” You scoffed and Chris laughed. You made it through the first song only stepping on his toes a few times, then a slower more sultry song started.

Chris pulled you closer, your hips almost pressed together, you didn’t think your face could burn any hotter when his hips started swaying with yours, his arms around your waist, yours wrapped around his shoulders. You bravely toyed with the curls at the nape of his neck while watching your feet again. When you did, he started rubbing his thumbs gently against your lower back making your skin erupt in goosebumps.  

“So why do you hate Valentine’s Day?” He suddenly broke the silence between you. You looked up and shrugged your shoulders opting to look over his shoulder and not in his eyes as you attempted to be a little open. 

“Might as well be Friday the thirteenth to me. It’s just never been a good day, I dunno. Break ups always seemed to happen around that time for me, I always end up alone. When I caught my last boyfriend cheating on me on Valentine's Day that just kind of sealed the deal for me.” 

“How long ago was that?” You just shook your head. It had been years but you had given up on finding someone, trying to be content in your loneliness. This stupid holiday just always got to you. You finally willed yourself to look at him, Chris gave you a tight smile.  

“Sorry.” You shook your head and tried to laugh it off putting up the wall again. 

“What are you sorry for? It’s just some corporate holiday to make money off saps. It’s not that big of a deal really.” You looked back over his shoulder again focusing on the wall behind him hoping he wouldn’t press the matter as you tried to hide the overwhelming sadness you felt suddenly. He didn’t thankfully and you finished dancing to the song in silence.   

“Come on let's get out of here.” 

“Where to?” Chris shook his head. 

“Nnnope, it’s a surprise and why I was late. I hope that it makes up for it.”  

“You’ve already more than made up for it just by coming at all Chris. Thanks.” He smiled and his hand braced the small of your back as you both got your things and left the restaurant. Once you both were in the car and on your way a silence hung between you again and that internal monolog of yours came back. ‘You sounded desperate before now you sound sad and des-” As if Chris could sense the spiraling thoughts in your head, he finally broke the silence. 

“So Valentine’s Day is a bust holiday for you, what’s your favorite?” You thought about his question and then shook your head not wanting to give him the sad answer. 

“Come on you can tell me, please?” He pushed his bottom lip out and it was too cute not to give into. 

“Halloween was my favorite when I was a kid.” Chris smiled. 

“All the candy is pretty awesome.” You shook your head. 

“No, I mean yeah, the candy was great, but I liked it because I was able to be someone else for a day, anyone else. I don’t know just someone that wasn’t me.” Chris’ brow furrowed. 

“Why wouldn’t you want to be you?” Chris was pulling up to an iron fence and parking as he asked. You couldn’t help your attention suddenly being drawn to your surroundings. 

“Just because I... uh Chris why are we at a cemetery?” He shook his head. 

“It’s not a cemetery it’s a botanical garden. A friend...”  

“Plays in the band here too?” He laughed, that warm sweet laugh of his. 

“No no they run the place though and when they closed at seven I met her and got the keys to the place. Which is why I was so late. Sorry again about that.” You shook your head, you were shocked. If Chris put so much effort into a Valentine’s date with a total stranger he must be a really good friend. You hoped after that night you could be friends.  

He unlocked the gate and led you into the garden. It was kind of hard to see just at first then Chris disappeared for a second and the next thing you knew hundreds of thousands of twinkle lights lit up the whole garden. It was breathtakingly beautiful. Suddenly Chris was by your side again startling you.

You turned to him with your hand still over your heart. When you looked up at him you couldn’t speak. He was beautiful, you knew that, anyone with eyes knew that, but with the lights and the garden, his smile that scrunched up his eyes, he was stunning, hence the speechlessness. Finally you forced yourself to form words. 

“Chris... I... just... you did all of this for me? Dinner? This garden? For me?” You were genuinely confused because you had never met anyone like him before, as beautiful inside as he was outside. Your cool façade was melting, you had no joke or punchline. 

“Well it’s not like I strung up all the lights or anything, but yeah! I know it’s not much-” You kissed him. You threw your arms around his shoulders and kissed him and he kissed you back. It was a soft innocent kiss, a thank you, that words alone couldn’t convey. 

“Thank you.” You whispered as you pulled back with your eyes closed. He tasted like mint and smelled like the woods. 

“You’re welcome-” His voice was a breath; he cupped your face and immediately kissed you again. There was more passion behind his lips the second time, his hands cradled your face as he tilted his head, his plump lips slightly parting to taste more of yours. You followed, your lips parting, head tilting. Chris’ tongue gently invaded your mouth, teasing yours.

You toyed with the curls at his neck again as the two of you slowly, softly kissed. Chris let go of your face and wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer. After a moment you two broke the kiss, having to breathe being your only reason. You both stood there flushed, chests rapidly rising and falling with heavy breaths, arms wrapped around one another. He chewed at his bottom lip and smiled at you, forcing a small smile onto your face. 

“Um, heh, uh why don’t I show you around the place hm?” You nodded and Chris grabbed your hand and started to lead you through the garden. You both walked quietly for some time looking at all the beautiful flowers and reading different descriptions before Chris’ voice cut through the silence. 

“You know you really are gorgeous.” It caught you off guard. You must have looked shocked. You had been looking at flowers, but Chris had really only been looking at you this whole time. 

“W-what makes you say that?” He stopped walking and turned to you, grabbing your other hand holding both in his own. 

“Because you are and because I really want to kiss you again.” Before you could even think of how to reply to that Chris’ lips were softly pressed against yours again, his fingers threading through your hair. You gripped the front of his shirt and kissed him back, things getting heated rather quickly between the two of you. Finally Chris broke away apologizing. 

“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m... uhh, I’m trying to be respectful, just... when I kiss you...” He wasn’t even sure of what he was trying to say. 

“It’s okay Chris...” You pulled him closer by his shirt and kissed him again both of you getting lost in the other momentarily. When your lips parted again you both started laughing. 

“How about I get you home?” Chris chuckled and you nodded, smiling the biggest smile you had in the longest time. You walked back out of the garden the way you came in so Chris could turn off the lights and lock back up. You both hopped in his car, you gave him directions to your place, and you were off. The car ride there was accompanied by some soft music Chris had put on. Once you got to your place Chris parked the car. 

“Hold on l’ll get your door.” Before you could insist that it was unnecessary, he was out of the car making his way around to your side. He opened the door and helped you out. He kept a hold of your hand the whole way to your front door. You fished your keys out and stood there a moment. 

“This has been the best Valentine’s Day Chris. Thank you.” You couldn’t look at him only your feet, you felt so vulnerable at that moment. Chris traced the back of his fingers along your cheek, you tilted your head up and he leaned in and kissed you goodnight.  

“Thank you for inviting me to spend the evening with you.” Just before you opened your front door Chris cleared his throat. You turned and looked at him confused. 

“Well I was just wondering I mean... I’d like to take you out again some time if that’s alright?” You nodded smiling. 

“I’d really like that Chris.” He stood there for a moment like he was still waiting for something more. 

“Would it be okay if I got your number?” He handed you his phone as you laughed. 

“Of course, I wasn’t even thinking!” You typed your number in and hit call. Your phone started ringing and you hung up. 

“There now I’ve got yours too.” You handed Chris back his phone. 

“Just one more thing?” You stood there waiting for his final request from you perhaps another goodnight kiss. 

“What’s your name?” Oh holy shit, you had gone this whole evening and not once did you bother mentioning your name! 

“Oh my god Chris I’m so sorry!” He laughed then you leaned in and kissed him, your lips slightly parted from his. 

“y/n.” He nodded and gave you one more peck on the lips smiling. 

@acciocriativity @caroline-ds-world @chansynie @ughbehavior @jquellen27 @hyunelixies @fixation-dump @lachinitaaaaa @rinrinndou @bangchans-angel @laylasbunbunny @owo-manii-uwu @armystay89 @b00dyguts @purplenimsicle @caticorn61 @lauraneuuh

“y/n... gorgeous.” 

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[loserrking]

could i request for tyler from turning red x male!reader? i need more tyler appreciation up in here >:[ i don't have any particular plots but just something fluffy? thanks a ton <33

Arguments? — by Valen-tyne-ghost

Tyler x Male!reader

Warnings/Tags : Cussing, mentions of blood, mentions of bruises and scars, mentions of fighting, Highschool Au, Highschool Au Tyler being stupid, went from funny to kinda sad to fluff lmao (and i don't even know how I did that)

A/N : Hello! Thank you for requesting! This was a bit short and I added a bit of angst lol, hope you don't mind that.. I just couldn't help myself!

"You gotta stop getting yourself into fights!" (Name) placed a damp cloth onto the scar on his boyfriend's face "Do you know how worried I get whenever you just enter my home with bruises all over you!?" He went on as the Taller male infront of him hissed at the painful feeling on his skin, specifically uh– everywhere on his body, heh

"Atleast ask me if I'm alright or if I won the fight or something" Tyler rolled his eyes and looked away...... "...Well, did you?"

"Huh?" ..... "Did you win the fight?" (Name) asked nonchalantly as he continued to tend to The Blasian's wounds..

"Y-yeah! Duh" Tyler rolled his eyes once again, obviously bluffing about his "win"

The two Highschoolers sat in silence for a few seconds just staring at each other, both having different expressions ; one with a deadpan on their face and the other with a nervous one, trying to convince his boyfriend to believe his lies..

The shorter boy broke the silence "You didn't, did you?" To wich Tyler responded quickly with a "Yeah.."

The (Haircolor)–ette sighed "You are such a dumbass" and then stayed silent after that statement. He was clearly annoyed by Tyler's actions..

The wounded male observed (Name's) disappointed/annoyed expression, he felt guilty for having to cause him so much trouble... Lately, their relationship hadn't been so great. Tyler and (Name) started dating in middle school and it was all sweet and nice until they went into highschool, it all went downhill from there. Tyler kept getting into fights and (Name) would always scold him for it, this would then lead to arguments..

"(Name) I–" "what?" "I... I'm sorry.." Tyler fiddled with the hem of his shirt, (Name) looked slightly surprised by the sudden apology.. "I know you're disappointed but I just... I'm sorry, I'll try not to get in to too much trouble anymore" He added with a sigh and looked down at the floor.

(Name) stopped for a minute, sighed, then engulfed his boyfriend in a hug.. "I'm sorry too, I don't mean to be so harsh on you.." He mumbled into the Blasian's shoulder "But I just get so worried whenever you get hurt."

Tyler didn't say anything and just hugged back. The two stood there for a few minutes just hugging when Tyler felt (Name) lean on to him more and it was as if his body went limp... Is he dead? Tyler immediately went into panic mode until he realized that his boyfriend was infact not dead and was very much alive Oh he fell asleep...

Tyler carefully shifted his arms from (Name's) waist to under his legs and upper back, carrying the smaller boy bridal style

He walked through the halls of the (LastName) residence to (Name's) room, wincing everytime his bruises or scars would start to feel sore as (Name) had not finished patching him up..

The curly haired male laid his partner down on the mattress and glanced at the window beside the bed.. It was late, he wouldn't be able to get home tonight.. He slid his hand in his pocket and took out his phone, Tyler quickly sent a text to his parents that he'll be staying at his boyfriend's house for the night...

He borrowed some clothes from (Name's) closet to change in, it was nothing special, just some hoodie that Tyler used to own that (Name) never returned and some oversized sweatpants. Tyler laid next to his boyfriend.

"Mmh.... Tyler..?"

"Yeah?"

"....Love...you.."

(Name) sent a small tired smile to Tyler before falling back into slumber... The other boy chuckled at this.. Tyler pulled (Name) closer to him, it only took a few minutes before Tyler too succumbed to sleep.

Now, I may have left out a few things before. The couple always had arguments– but they weren't frequent and they always made up in the end... They weren't unhappy being with each other, arguments in relationships are normal and they can hurt... But you'll eventually learn that this happens to everyone, some more than others and some less.

Now how do we argue less with our partners? If you learn how to live with the arguing from time to time then you're already halfway there! The last thing is to communicate properly, no yelling, just y'all talking about the problem and how to fix it... Of course, it's not just that easy, it takes time and patience!

Did I add a whole ass lecture/lesson at the end? Yes, absolutely lmao– but I'm kinda right tho, my proof? My parents, they always arguing but somehow.. they haven't divorced yet, and they still seem like they're still genuinely inlove with each other even after 13 years of being married! Anyways– I had a hard time writing this cuz I usually do angst wich gave me a hard time attempting to write fluff like— how am I even—? I tried a few other ideas but they just didn't give me that spark I usually get when writing something. Anyways, im not that proud of this one but I hope that you still enjoyed reading it!!

[oceanid-writes]

Heartaches (Yandere Light Yagami x Reader)

Pairing: Yandere Light Yagami x Female Reader (can be NB but there are mentions of a wedding dress)

Author’s Note: Just wanted to say I wrote this song while listening to Heartaches by Patsy Cline on repeat (yes the title is an ode to that), so if you want the full creepy experience, please listen to that and also maybe We Belong Together by Ritchie Valens. Just for the full yandere hit. I wanted this to be a little longer than what it turned out to be, but oh well and I am so sorry about the wait on this fic!

Warnings: Yandere behaviour, death (suicide and murder), amnesia, shooter/gun depictions, dark themes. 

Summary: Your wedding day is interrupted by a string of deaths, and the unwelcome feeling of deja-vu attached to them.

Word Count: 1.1K

You didn’t even realize what happened. Not at first. Not until seconds after your aunt dropped to the floor. 

The day had been like a fairytale until then. You’d slipped on your white gown happily and worry-free,  as your mother cried and kissed you on the cheek. The rose petals, thrown on the dewey green grass you walked down. The guests had smiled at you, with big white beautiful grins. 

The past, everything with it, had long since been thrown behind you. You were safe. You were happy. And the thing that mattered most, was that you couldn’t remember anything.

You’d forgotten. 

But the dizzy, no, tingly feeling kept reminding you to focus on the wedding, on now, not the past. You held yourself gracefully, and continued to the altar. Head high, grin wide. To the warm and happy future ahead of you. 

You only make it halfway to your fiance before it happens. Before your aunt lets out the first sputter. And now, you watch as she clutches her chest. 

And then she stops.

But your parents start. They look at you with soft eyes. You wish they wouldn’t. You wish you wouldn't feel responsible. You never knew your aunt’s medical records, but you knew your parents have never had any problems. Most of all, you feel confused. 

That’s why it takes a second.

And then you begin to throw yourself beside them and scream. People phone ambulances, your fiance rushes to your side. He hugs you as you sob. “We’re getting help.” He whispers, kissing the side of your head. “Help is on the way.”

You continue to cry. For your aunt, for your parents, but also for the eerily feeling creeping up your spine. It’s too familiar. It’s too distant. 

The heart attacks stop feeling like a coincidence. The soft press to your head feels gone. Your fiance feels cold. You can smell blood.

And the razor you never knew he had clatters against the dirt floor. You meet his eyes, his beautiful frightened eyes, and you know even though he made the cut, it wasn’t him. Your white dress soaks up the blood as he leaks it. As you continue to cry, holding your love in your arms, your chest begins to tighten even more. 

You can’t think straight. You can’t understand how you know he would never hurt himself, yet how you watched him do exactly that. And the burning memory at the back of your mind, a one-worded explanation that frightens you. That frightens you so much it’s untouchable. 

The beautiful and vast woods that surround you explode with gunshots and screams behind you. (Maybe it was a mistake to get married in such an obscure location.) 

You quiver, and look.

Your fiance’s father doesn’t own a gun. But there he is, eyes wide and confused, shooting out bullets in random directions. Guests scream and run in random directions. He still stands there, moving around like a human puppet. 

You stay in your spot beginning to shake. Beginning to wonder. You start to feel a burn. In response you squeeze your eyes tightly, to shut out even an ounce of reality. 

Strong, warm arms snake around you.

“I’ll put pressure on the wound.” It says, almost gently. It’s familiar, and begins to touch your wound. You feel fabric being ripped off the hem of your dress, and beginning to make up the cushiony bandage that’s pressing down on your hip. 

You try to move and scream, you shouldn’t be the one who needs help now, your fiancee-- your parents--“Let’s go.” The voice wrapped around you says. The voice is somber, with no emotion. 

“Wait!” You yelp, snapping your eyes open. “Where- where are you taking me and who are you?” 

Your heart stops.

You see the face of the strong armed man. He’s very handsome, with auburn-brown hair, smooth skin. And that grin, that look-

It all comes flooding back to you.

“Light,” You say, beginning to shake harder than before.

He keeps the same expression on his face, ever so poised and practiced. Always perfect. 

“You’re sorry, I know.” He says calmly. 

No, it’s not that. You remember all the times he screamed at you, locked you up, hurt you- but there’s something else. Something you knew before about him. 

“G-get away.” You pant, trying to twist yourself out of his grip.

He only begins to smile in response. You feel yourself being yanked backwards into his arms.

“Ah, I think I’m starting to understand your hesitation to come back home.”

Liar. The Light you knew, the Light you escaped from, always knew things before. He was always a step ahead, and you’re sure he still is.

You continue attempting to pull away from him, but your wound continues to burn. 

“You’ll owe me. For what I’m about to give you right now, and the flowers in the car.”

He doesn’t care. Whatever he has in store for you will only follow with something much worse. 

“They’re roses. An assortment of white and red.”

“Get t-to the p-point.” You hiss through your teeth. “What a-are you really trying to do.”

You feel Light rest his neck into your shoulder, still keeping you in a tightly locked hug. 

“That’s the thing I’ve always liked about you the most. You know me better than anyone else.”

He pulls a sheet of paper out of his pocket. It’s small and lined, completely blank. What could he want you to do with that?

“You’ve almost remembered everything,” He begins, the look in his eyes getting darker by the second. 

“I thought I’d give you a final push.”

With that, he brings your fingertips close to the paper, without actually letting you touch it. You don’t feel anything wrong about it, not outwardly at least. You’re getting even more afraid of what he has planned.

Light nudges you, trying you get you to understand the point of all of this.

“I want you to turn around and touch the paper, on the count of three.” 

Why does he want you to count? Is all this misery and suffering enjoyable to him?

“One,”

“Two,”

You heart begins to beat faster and faster.

“Three.”

He spins you around and you press your hand to the paper. At first you feel nothing. 

But your heart races.

And you see a a tall, discolored, inhuman thing standing only a foot away from you.

“Hello.” It says in an off-pitch and raspy voice.

You remember.

He’s Ryuk. And the man holding you is Kira.

[nekoannie-chan]

April 2021 masterlist

This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in April 2021:

Hidden Solace (Andy Barber X Female sex worker! Reader) by @ozarkthedog

Asylum (original story) by @d-l-dare

Now you know (Andy Barber X Female reader) by @navybrat817

Volunteer (Pre-serum Steve X Fem! Reader) by @wishingtobeinadifferentuniverse

Apocalypse (original story) by @d-l-dare

A tale of Broken bones and daisies (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @the-soulofdevil

Endgame (Steve Rogers x F! Reader) by @heyiamthatbitch

Fake it till you make it (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @simsadventures

Sweet as honey, hard as nails (dark! nomad Steve Rogers x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

Chrome & Leather chapter 1 (Steve Rogers x OFC, Brother Bucky x OFC, Billy Russo x OFC) by @saiyanprincessswanie

Love language (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @fairyavengerwrites

Take your time, Andy (Andy Barber X Reader) by @angrythingstarlight

Tarot day 14 - Judgement (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @nellblazer

Me and my husband (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @shedobewritingalittle

Stealth suit (Steve Rogers X Fem! Reader) by @happygowriting

Falling in love with you -  part 1 (Bucky Barnes X Reader) by @saiyanprincessswanie

About Valen-time (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @blue-like-barnes

Play by the rules (Mob! Steve Rogers X Female reader, Mob! Bucky Barnes X Female reader) by @navybrat817

I love you, ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard? (Deanoru) by @livsoulsecrets

Jerk (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @bolontiku

Kiss the girl already (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @girl-next-door-writes​

Studying (Stucky X Reader) by @evanstarff​

Howling Comando Come Home (Steve Rogers) by @animnerd​

Be Thee Wolf or Sheep? - Chapter 1 (Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader, Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Reader, Dark!Brock Rumlow x Reader, Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @nellblazer​

Be Thee Wolf or Sheep? - Chapter 2 (Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader, Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Reader, Dark!Brock Rumlow x Reader, Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @nellblazer

Out of Darkness chapter 15 (Curtis Everett X Reader) by @jtargaryen18​

Anything (Ransom Drysdale X Wife!Reader) by @drabblewithfrannybarnes​

Hello and Goodbye (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @girl-next-door-writes​

Wilfords Demands: Separated  (Curtis Everett X Reader) by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​

Be Thee Wolf or Sheep - Chapter 3 (Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader, Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Reader, Dark!Brock Rumlow x Reader, Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @nellblazer

[nihyunluvskookie]

I’m missing you //

Pairing: Bang Chan x female reader

Genre: Fluff and maybe a bit of angst

Warnings: No warnings <3

Word count: 2K

Tags: @stayhavens

A/N: This is my first time taking part in a writing event, hopefully this is not boring

{04:45 pm}

I tried to focus, on making new music beats; since I decided to complete it by tomorrow, I have to do this because I know if I don’t then I will miss him like crazy and my overthinking will kill me. While making music, I was occupied by Chan’s thoughts

 {6 days ago}

08:01 pm

I opened the door and saw Chan standing, he was holding rose bouquet. “this is for you” he gave it to me, I took it and hugged him tight, he lifted me up, and brought me inside. “I missed you so much, so so much that I my mind couldn’t stop thinking about you.” I told him

He put me down and we settled on the couch, I looked at him, he looked adorable. He suddenly pinched my cheeks, “Awwww I missed you too baby”

 “Chan I wanted to ask you something” he nodded “You didn’t forget about our date right? I wanted to take you out… I just… wanted to spend time with you… you told me you’re free” he looked at me with his loving eyes.

“How can I forget Y/N? It’s been three years we are dating but till now we couldn’t spend our Valentine's Day because of my schedules and this time I got chance and how am I supposed to forget? Of course, I remember. I can’t wait” and pecked me on my lips, I looked at him, he leaned closer and kissed me. My hands were securely wrapped on his neck, he pulled me closer and my breath hitched but he didn’t stop kissing me. We met after two weeks and he is on a break now, it’s very difficult to meet him because of his schedules; and I missed his touch, I missed him.

He let me go after he was out of breath; our breathing was uneven. He was about to kiss me again, but I stopped him and he pouted; I gave him a peck since he was cute.

“Wanna go out for dinner?” he asked me and I nodded,

“Let me go and get changed, give me 10 minutes” I told him and went back to my room.

I got changed into peach colour dress and wore black cardigan, applied very light make up. Took my sling bag and went downstairs, Chan was playing with his phone.

“Baby” I called him.

“huh?” his eyes diverted towards me. I walked towards him and he was coming towards me, soon he was standing infront of me. He pulled me closer by my waist; he was leaning to kiss me again, “Not now, or else we might get late Chan. Let’s go” he pouted again and his hands left my waist and held my hands.

“As you wish madam” he said cutely and I smiled at him.

I locked my house, and we went towards his car, I sat inside. He got seated and was about to start driving but his phone started ringing, it was Hyunjin. I don’t know why but he was staring at the caller ID for too long instead of picking it up, “Chan, Hyunjin is calling pick it up” I told him and he snapped out from his thoughts. “Huh? Huh hmm” he said and was about to pick up the call ended. Hyunjin called again, he picked it up.

“Something happened? Jinnie?”

……………….

“Now?”

………………

“Okay, I am coming” he looked at me while talking.

“Yes, I am going there straightaway, don’t worry. It won’t take long for me to reach. Bye” I had a hunch that he is going back to his company.

“I’m sorry.” Chan looked down, I didn’t want to make me feel bad or apologetic, “It’s okay Chan, go and we can meet later.”

“I’m really so-

I cut him off by pecking his lips, being with Chan for 3 years; I know him how he always feels sorry for me when our plans get cancelled but I always understand him because his work is important and dating an idol isn’t easy, I trust him with everything and I don’t want to make his life harder; I am here for him as his support and love; I will never ever come between his work.

“Now go and let me know later, okay? Take care” he nodded and I got off his car and waved at him. I saw his car going and I went back home; I changed into comfy clothes and cooked something for myself, I wondered if he ate something or not. I miss him.

 {1:00 am}

 I was battling with myself should I text him or not, I wanted to ask him if he ate or not but I didn’t want to bother him. I was about to text him and a text popped up from him.

‘Y/N but I am going to Australia for work, I am on the way to airport right now. I really wanted to spend my whole week with you but I am sorry, I am really sorry. Sometimes I wish I could love you more than you love me.’ I closed his text and without thinking twice I grabbed my jacket, phone, car keys and wallet. I went running downstairs. My head couldn’t think straight, he was leaving and he doesn’t know when he will come back. He is on his way to airport right now and how am I supposed to stay calm knowing that?

I was driving my car, my tears started falling, I don’t know why it started hurting me a lot. I know he was feeling sorry but I can’t leave him like this. I had no idea then when did he left his dorm and I had no idea when will he be reaching airport and when is his flight. I tried calling him but being Chan, he won’t pick up. I was going crazy, how can he leave like this without a goodbye,

“Chan, Chan, CHAN, are you thinking you’ll leave me without a goodbye right now? I am not letting that happen when you always inform me about your schedules and always tell me to wait so why now? I am not letting that happen” I was talking to myself and crying. It took me 40 minutes to reach airport and I had no idea about him. I wanted to call everyone else but I had no guts inside myself to talk to anyone. I parked my car and went inside, I was running and searching for him. I tried calling him again, but he didn’t pick up. I went towards the “check in” area with hope, I was running and my eyes were searching him. I went around the airport for good 15 minutes, I tried calling him again, “Chan pick up, Chan please, uh please pick up” I was murmuring.

“Y/N”

“Chan” I broke down, I missed his voice.

“Y/N” I looked back and saw him standing. Without thinking twice I went and hugged him tight. “Y/N don’t cry” his words made me cry more, for some unknown reason I didn’t wanted to let go of his warmth right now, everytime he went out of country, I felt sad but this time I don’t know why I felt worst. I wanted to hug him because I was sad.

“baby, I am here. Don’t cry.” I looked at him.

“I’m so-

“Stop saying sorry, it’s not your fault. I missed you and how can you leave without a goodbye. How can you? Tell me” I started crying again.

“I felt sorry, I know how much you wanted to spend these days with me but because of my schedules-

“Chan don’t be sorry, I am proud of you. Schedules can’t be helped and I can only wish you all the best and take care of yourself. And it’s okay, and don’t feel sorry, ok? It’s not your fault and I love you” he wiped my tears away.

He hugged me, “I love you too and thankyou for being so supportive and understanding me always”

I looked at him and smiled.

“Hyung, we need to go and do our check in right now, others are waiting.” I heard Jisung say, he came towards us.

“Y/N, you’re here?” he looked confused but understood. “This time too, Chan hyung is going with us, don’t worry we will try to complete our work and will try to be back as soon as possible. And don’t cry too much for him, do you know how sad he was while informing you and he kept ignoring your calls because he didn’t want to make you sad and it was Hyunjin who saw you and told him to find you.”

“Yah, why are you telling her everything like this- Stop Jisung” Chan shut him up.

“Chan, don’t be sad and I am really okay. Just be ok and take care of yourself. And Jisung take care of yourself and be safe.” I let him go, my heart wanted to cry out again but I stopped myself and held my emotions from an outburst.

“Chan go, it’s time. And have a safe flight, I love you” I told him. He pecked my lips, “Love you too and don’t miss me too much” I waved at him. He was smiling and how could I cry. I turned back as soon as he was out of my sight and my tears started falling.

 {Present}

{06:00 pm}

I sighed and kept my headphones on the table. I wanted to make this song for Chan and wanted to give him today as a gift. I miss him again. We talked 4 days ago and till now there’s no update of him. I miss him and I really want to meet him, it’s not even possible. He’s not here.

My phone started ringing, I went to pick up in a hope it can be Chan. I looked at the caller id it’s my bestfriend.

“Tina”

‘Y/N you’re free right now?” she asked

“Yes I am”

‘Let’s go out for dinner and have some fun.’

“Huh? Now? Suddenly?” I asked. I wanted to turn her offer down but then I thought it’s better to go out somewhere rather than staying at home and missing Chan and crying over him.

“I am coming, send me the address” I got excited

‘Wear something pretty, I’ll be waiting there. Be there in 30 minutes. Bye’ she hung up.

I went back to my room and started choosing one outfit. Something told me to wear white and red. I took out white dress and red sweater. I put on light makeup and didn’t forget to wear my favorite pendant and the couple ring with Chan. Somewhere deep in my heart, it told me to wear the ring because it’s a symbol that I am taken by him. I took my sling bag, my car keys, wallet and my phone and went downstairs. I wore white heels and went out.

 I started driving to the address, Tina texted me. It took 20 minutes to reach there. I went there, it was a beautiful place. I looked at the view and it was decorated with red roses and different flowers, because it’s 14th February.

I started missing Chan, I wanted to meet him and started craving for his warmth. I went inside and sat on the vacant table. I called Tina but she didn’t pick up my call. I was waiting for her and then something caught my eyes. I was looking for Tina but I saw Chan coming with a bouquet of red roses; I thought I am day dreaming and I stood up because my eyes can always betray me. I could hear his footsteps and he was getting closer and closer.

“Happy Valentine’s Day baby”

He said, I blinked few times, my eyes started getting teary. I don’t know but it was teary. He gave me the bouquet, I took it.

“Awwww baby don’t cry. I am glad I made it here and how’s the surprise?”  he looked at me and I was still amazed. I hugged him tight and he hugged me back.

“I missed you Chan and thankyou for everything. For everything” I could feel he was smiling. I was just holding him too tight, “I missed you too” he said.

“I love you Chan” I looked at him.

“I love you too” he was smiling.

I tiptoed and kissed him

[selenecrown]

The Phantom Thieves of Hearts x Female!Reader (A Rumor Only Lasts Seventy-Five Days)

Author's Note: Hey, look, another Phantom Thieves of Hearts x Reader! Sorry Anon this isn't an Akira Kurusu x Reader or an Goro Akechi x Reader, but I worked really hard on this for you! And for everyone else who needs to know I'm still writing  fanfictions, even after all this waiting!

This fanfic does take place in an AU, where The Phantom Thieves of Hearts are actual, real thieves that steal from the rich and give it to the poor, and punish corrupt people and help out the weak. And so, the Metaverse doesn't exist. So, Morgana can't be a cat, he's a person. So, be ready Morgana fans! Because probably from now on I'll be more comfortable using a human!Morgana

This is 110% inspired by the new outfits from P5A Masquerade Party ---Detective Daylight--- and P5A Masquerade Party ---Phantom Midnight---, so, yeah. I'm not even going to lie, that's the reason I did this fanfiction in the first place. So, get ready for a masquearade party full of shinnagans and your local Phantom dorks with those specific outfits. I will make one modification, though. All the mask will be full on masks, not half masks like in the art because it ruins the fun of identities. 

Also, please listen to Meet Me by Mickey Valen Feat. Noé. As, I almost made this a songfic but I decided against it later on because it seemed awkward and out of place. But, please do listen to the song. It's worth it! 

Also, this does get a whole lot darker later on, but I can't tell you because. . . Well, it ruins the surprise of the Palace the Phantom Thieves are targetting. But, I'm warning you guys, it gets dark real fast. So, prepare for some feels.

"They sent us a calling card?!" A woman exclaimed in the middle of the night into an almost empty room. "But. . . Why?!" 

She knew exactly why. 

She's a liar.

"It will be alright. It's not the Man in the Black Mask, at least! If it was him, we'd be dead for sure!" A man said to the woman, putting an arm on her shoulder for comfort.

That part is true. If it was him, you two would be screwed with a capital S.

"True, but. . . What about the money? Our property? The workers? What are we going to do? They're going to steal everything with what we have!" The woman wailed into her hands.

Oh, stop being such a bitch about it like you actually care. 

Because, I know you don't. 

"It'll be alright. We know their tricks, they can't deceive us!" The man assured her.

Oh, he's lying now, too.

Great, the more lies, the worse this gets.

The Phantom Thieves, were a well-known group of thieves that stole from the rich and corrupt, and gave it to the poor. 

They were a group of dangerous individuals who claimed to give justice to those corrupt people untouched by the law but was controversial as to if that was the truth. As, the only people who had seen them where severely hurt and often couldn't remember any faces of the people who had robbed them. 

But, other than that, the only thing that could even give the public a clue as to who they were. . . Was rumors sprend by the masses.

That's right. 

None of the group had ever gotten caught, so only rumors could satisfy the public's thrist for answers.

Sure, there was a few people who did know the Phantom Thieves, but the police was on thin ice with all the failures to capture the illustrious group, so anyone even suspected was often arrested if reported to the authorities. 

So, not only was corrupt people was afraid of being found out, but so was the average citizen if they where reported. 

Everyone lived in fear of the Phantom Thieves. 

And yet. . . They were popular with the youth. 

As a symbol of rebellion against corrupt laws and tyrants, which is why even though the group had revealed little to no information about themselves to the public, many companies would make products about them. From personalized Calling Cards to themed attractions, the Phantom Thieves turned from a urban legend to a worldwide media phenomenon. 

The group had a site that you could request for them to target someone's "heart", or their reputation. Officially called the Phantom Aficionado Website but nicknamed "The Phan-Site" by the public, anyone could request for anyone else to be taught a lesson. From new, petty crime-doers to other thieves on the prowl. 

But, despite being so illustrious and uuntouchable to the public. . . You knew all of them personally. 

That's right. 

You knew the people behind the masks. 

The only thing is. . . You didn't know you knew them. 

Because they had kept you naïve to any knowledge of the group. 

But it's hard to do that when they're the talk of, well, everywhere.

"Today I will be not be teaching you today, you will be reading from your textbooks and answering the comprehendsion questions on page 194, 198 and 200." Your Japanese teacher, Miss Kawakami, said plainly. 

"It is all review, because next to none of you have been doing the homework at all recently and I'm not happy about it. And since most of the class is not listening to me during lectures, you'll have the textbook to work with instead of me." She said in an annoyed tone, as if she honestly just wanted to leave the class right now and not deal with any of you.

"For those of you who did the homework. . . You are to come speak with in the hallway." 

Come in the hallway? But Miss Kawakami almost never asked for that sort of thing, she'd just give you free time when this happened. What was the matter this time?

You got up from your seat, and walked out of the classroom. But before you could leave, Ryuji Sakamoto stopped you by grabbing your arm. 

"Wait, you did the homework?" He asked from his desk. 

You were in the same homeroom as Ryuji, so the two of you often hung out then since you guys were friends.

"Yes, I did, why?" You replied him. 

"Ah, whatever. Can you give me the answers later?" Ryuji asked you, but you shook your head. 

"Ryuji, the comprehension questions was the homework, so you have all the answers. Kawakami is just giving you the homework as classwork now." You sighed at him. 

"For real?!" 

"Yeah. Oh, that's right, you ditched yesterday, didn't you?" You asked him.

"Yeah, but I was helping Akechi with his house with Futuba and Morgana." Ryuji shot back. 

"Okay, okay." You putting your hands up in surrender. 

"(First/Name)! Come on, I know you did the homework! Ryuji! Quit bothering her and get back to work!" Miss Kawawkami yelled at you two.

"I'm coming!" You said back to your teacher. "See you around, Ryuji." 

"See ya." Ryuji repiled, as he pulled out a textbook and a piece of paper.

You walked out the classroom to find. . . Two other people standing out in the hallway with you. They seemed just as confused as you were, but before any of you could speak, Miss Kawakami spoke up. 

"So, since you actually did your homework, I'm giving the three of you permission to ditch this period, or at least slack off for the period. But, I need some help grading papers, can one of you help me out?" She asked.

There was silence among the three of you. Then, you spoke up. 

"I'll do it." 

"Thank you," Miss Kawakami smiled at you. "The two of you can go do what you want. (F/N), come with me." 

You followed her to the teacher's office, to find a few other teachers there. Miss Kawakami sat you down at her desk and gave you an answer sheet, and simply told you to mark an answer with a slash if they got it wrong, and a minus a half if the person got the idea of the answer, but didn't answer it correctly. Then, she left you to your own devices in the office. 

You where grading the tests of another class, which must have been Akira and Ann's class, as when you went through the papers, you noticed Ann's and Akira's tests in the pile of ones you graded. When you were almost finished grading, with only one left the pile, you felt a tap on your shoulder. When you turned, there was Makoto. 

"(F/N)? What are you doing here?" She asked you. 

"Miss Kawakami asked me to help her out with grading papers, and since I had nothing better to do since I finished my classwork, why not?" You said. 

"Ah, I see. Did you see Ryuji doing it?" She asked, seriously. Her face got dark, almost like she was going to beat Ryuji up if he didn't. 

Makoto Niijima was the student council president of Shujin Academy, and Ryuji was a local delinquent. So, the two often came into conflict when it came to school work and ethics. But outside of school, you won't know that with how they treat each other. Even though Makoto seems to not show Ryuji much respect, she does deep down have some for him. Even you could see that.

Ryuji was a sweetheart and a great person outside of school. He really was, it's just he can't stand adults who abuse their power. That's why he strongly supports the Phantom Thieves and what they do, since he believes that the justice they have is truly justice. Makoto also had a strong sense of justice as well, almost as strong as Ryuji's sense of justice. She believes that justice is, in a way, absolute and no one could escape it. And, you couldn't quite blame her for having that sense of justice, since she wanted to be a police commissioner and her sister was a public prosecutor, it made sense. 

"I think so. I saw him with half of the work done. He asked me a few questions about the work before Miss Kawakami called me out of the room." You lied to her. 

Makoto. . . Was not a good person to piss off, to say the least. Even for a student council president, she was scary angry.

In being a friend to Ryuji, you decided to cover for him.

"Oh, that's good." She said. Her dark look on her face faded into a cheerful smile. "That's wonderful." 

Makoto. . . Your smile. 

You've had that same one when. . .

"When you've finished, can we talk?" She asked. Her cheerful smile turned into a sincere smile. Like she was. . .

"Yeah, sure." You responded.

"Alright. Meet me by the student council room, okay?" She smiled, and you nodded and she left the room. 

That smile had on her face. . . That was the same smile when you found out her sister was given a calling card. 

In other words. . . She was definitely hiding something from you.

"Well, whatever." You sighed, turning back to the ungraded paper left untouched until then.

After you had finished, Miss Kawakami came in and asked if you had been told that somebody wants to see you, like as soon as possible. You told her someone had dropped by asking you to talk with them in the student council room, but you told them you wanted to finish your task first, to which they agreed. Kawakami thanked you for helping her and dismissed you to go see Makoto.

When you opened the door, only was Makoto there. She was waiting patiently on a table. 

But there was one thing you noticed: 

She had an earpiece in her right ear. 

It was hard to notice with Makoto's usually neat hair not tucked behind her ear, but you saw an earpiece through her brown hair. 

"Please, take a seat." She smiled warmly at you, and moved her left hand to a seat. But, that only made everything even more chilling than relaxing. 

You nodded and was going to sit down when you saw something else Makoto did: 

She quietly locked the door out of the room.

And then she turned back to you as you had sat down in the seat offered to you.

She smiled warmly again at you, like an mother looking after a beloved child. "I know this isn't something I should be asking, but. . ." 

She stopped speaking for a moment and you heard something faint come from somewhere and then Makoto said, "Your last name is (Last/Name), correct?" 

"Y-Yes, why?" You asked, scared by Makoto's calmness in the situation. 

Makoto has never asked you about your family, so why is she---?

"Are you, by chance, related to Aeron and Mara (L/N)?" Makoto asked.

Who?

Your brows knitted together, and your head tilted to one side, as you face scrunched up. 

Ae-ron And Mar-a?

Are those English names? Maybe?  

"Who?" You asked Makoto.

"The people who where on the news the other day. It is suspected they are having affairs within their marriage to one another. . . And I thought they where your parents since you had the same last names." Makoto said.

"No." You answered, firmly. "My parents have Japanese names, I've never heard of those names before."

"I see." She nodded her head, as if she had learned something very important and vital. "Then, can you tell me your parent's names?"

"Hinata and Kasumi (L/N)." You stated.

"Can you tell me more about them?" She asked.

Why? 

Why does she suddenly care about your life at home? 

"They're both workaholics. Most of the time, they work all day, all night without stopping. They both are nice people, They're just. . ." You hesitated for a moment. "Distant. We don't talk much since they're busy most of the time."

Makoto nodded. "One last thing. . . Why do you have bruises on your hand?" 

"Huh?" You said, looking at your hands. You had brusies on your hands, but that weren't all that bad. "Oh, these? I got those because some kids where throwing stuff across my yard for fun. And, while I was lucky in not getting hit, my hands weren't as lucky." 

"Oh," Makoto sounded surprised. "Sorry, the brusies worried me. Do you want to stop by the nurse's office?" 

"Makoto, they aren't hurting me that badly." You said. 

"You sure?" She asked, one final time.

"Yes. It'll go away soon." You said. 

And just like that, Makoto let you go for the day.

When you went back to class, you had about 10 minutes before your next class would start. So, you pulled out a book to read. But, Ryuji came over almost as soon as you opened the book. 

"When did you get these?" He asked, picking up one of your hands that had brusies all over. 

"Some kids where throwing stuff across my yard for fun yesterday and I cleaned it up. But, most of the things I cleaned up was not easy to pick up and move." You told him. 

"What did the kids put in your yard?" 

"Many different thing, from heavy weights to a toilet." You said. 

"The hell." Ryuji sighed, and then let go of your hand. "People these days. Argh, it just makes me wanna---!" 

"Want to what, Ryuji?" A girl asked. When you turned, there was Ann. She was eating a package of Jagariko, and Ann sat right smack-dab in the middle of your desk. In the process, taking the book out of your hands. 

"Y'know, beat some sense into them! Why the actual hell would people do something like that!?" Ryuji growled. 

"I dunno. Maybe she has a really big yard and people use it without asking for permission?" Ann said.

"That doesn't make any sense, either!" Ryuji exclaimed. 

"Well, what do you expect? The situation doesn't make any sense." Ann sighed.

"What are you guys talking about?" Another voice said. 

That, was Morgana.

Morgana was a small boy, even smaller then Futuba albeit by not that much, but he certainly he a big ego. Probably the biggest one of the group. Morgana had hair like Akira's along with bright blue eyes, and he didn't seem follow the school dress code. He often wore a yellow bandana over his neck, and wore a t-shirt with a crude joke on it.

"Nothing important. Are we ready?" Ann said. 

"Ann---" You almost said something, but then the bell rang to dismiss the class. 

"Let's go. Come on, let's beat Akira there!" Morgana blurted, as he rushed out of the classroom. With Ryuji tailing him.

Ann, meanwhile stayed behind to help you pack up. And when you two left the classroom, Akira appeared to greet the two of you and followed you both to the roof. 

"Ah! Smooth, Akira! Escourtin' two ladies here!" Ryuji teased Akira. Causing Morgana to give a hilarious face of shock and for Akira's face to show a beam of confidence. 

He pushed up his glasses and smirked, "Haha. You have much to learn in the ways of gentlemanly attributes, Morgana Velvrule." 

"Shut up!" Morgana shot back. "I was-I was just making sure Ryuji doesn't try anything!"

"Hey!" Ryuji exclaimed.

And with that, the door to the roof opened. And out came Makoto and Haru. 

"Ah! There you guys are!" Morgana changed the subject. "Come on! I got sushi today!" 

Pretty much after lunch, the day went by in a blur. You and Ryuji normally walked home together since the two of you lived not far from one another, but Ryuji said he needed to do something. 

Leaving you by yourself to walk home. 

"Alright, everyone's here. Ryuji, did (F/N) get home safely?" Morgana asked Ryuji. 

"That's what she said." Ryuji said as he went through his text messages, to check if anything had changed from the last time the two of you talked.

"Good, now let's get down to business." Morgana stated. "Makoto, Akechi, is she related to them?" 

"No. She said she had never heard those names before. She said her parents are named Hinata and Kasumi, not Aeron and Mara." Makoto said. 

"And from what I could tell, she wasn't lying, either." Goro added.

"So, as far as our sources says, she is safe, correct?" Morgana asked.

Futuba nodded. "Yes. She wasn't invited, or on the guest list at all. And, there is no one else who could invite her to it now because of the couple's paranoia. So, chances are high she's way out of the question now." 

"Alright. Then, let's move on. We definitely need a plan for infiltrating the place, we will have to do it in advance, am I correct?" Akira tried to confirm from the group.

"Yes, the place is pretty big just from the outside." Goro stated. "I couldn't get too close, but the place was much bigger than it looks, that is for certain." 

"So, when can we infiltrate the place? There's so many people there it will be a big problem, and with them on high alert, it makes it much worse." Ryuji stated. 

"We'll have to either do it late at night, or when everyone is out of the house." Morgana said.

"So, which one?" Ann asked. "Either works for me." 

"Let's do the second one." Haru suggested. "It's just easier for everyone. And, It lessens the chance of being caught." 

"Yes, that would be something to prioritize." Yusuke said. 

"Are we in agreement, then?" Morgana asked. "Then, now we need to figure out the schedule of the couple and see when out next chance will be." 

When the Phantom Thieves had gathered that much information about their target, they had found out the house was normally empty on Saturdays. And this coming Saturday both had meetings to go to, so the chance was wide open to them. 

So, they set a date and was ready to infiltrate the targeted place.

Which, this time, was a mansion, and a small house right next to it. 

The mansion seemed. . . Overly luxurious, even for a mansion. But despite it being luxurious, the group discovered rooms that weren't as luxurious and where downright gross to be in, or just not great rooms in general.  Futuba, because she wasn't sure what was going on, set up cameras in certain areas, to see the purposes of them are. Then, they went to infiltrate the small house next to the mansion, they found it actually was supposed to be a shed full of tools, parts of many things, and a whole bunch of weapons. But, there was someone living there, because there was food in there, certain electronics that people often had where also present, as well as other signs to show someone was living there.

But. . . The place had no running water, and not that much electricity, either. 

So the person who was living there. . . They where not in a good place at all. 

All your friends where gone today. 

Of course they where, they always do this at least once a month.

And whatever reason may be, they leave you to fend for yourself.  No contacting you til the end of the day. No matter how much texting or calling you do, it doesn't matter. They ignore you until the very end, and then they answer you.

But, you couldn't care less about it now.

Because the disappearances had a pattern to it, making you able to predict when they would disaapear.

The good thing was, no one asked you to pick up homework or classwork this time. 

On the night of the heist, Aeron and Mara was hosting a party celebrating the success they have had recently in their business. 

Security was tight, and yet. . . It was a masqurade party. 

Where no one knew another's face for certain unless they knew before hand. 

And the couple had some nerve to think a masqurade party was a good idea, even after getting a calling card. 

They either where foolish, or had a trick up their sleeves.

Getting an invitation wasn't to hard, but fitting in was harder with wealthy nobleman among the general population of people. Luckily, everyone had fancy enough outfits to match the outfits of the adults.

Akira was wearing a red suit with a long tailcoat, but the inside of the tailcoat was black. The tailcoat also had two golden buttons to pull the coat together if wanted, and it also had a breast pocket with a fancy white handkerchief sticking out. Akira had a black waistcoat to match the inside of the tailcoat, with a white dress shirt underneath with a white ascot tie with a small blue jewel on it tied around his neck by a black strap, with a pair of black dress shoes, as well. Akira wore a black and red mask, that looked like a regular mask but with large horns coming out the sides of the mask, with two other sharp edges sticking up as well. The mask was mostly black, but there was red across the mask that showed details of a horn. But, it also made a shape of eyelashes on both sides of the lower half of the mask. The mask itself was big enough to cover Akira's forehead.

Morgana was wearing an all black suit, expect on the inside of the tailcoat, which was dark purple. He wore a yellow bow tie instead of a yellow bandana. Morgana also wore brown dress shoes, and he had an actual sword on him. He was using it as a cane but it was an actual foil sword. Morgana had a black mask two dark blue tusks coming out of the mask with a yellow line above the eye slots of the mask, as well as little spots of purple at the top of the mask. 

Ryuji was not wearing a full on suit unlike anyone else, but he was wearing black dress pants held up by a black belt with a buckle with a pair of crossed swords on it, a grey dress shirt and a black and red waistcoat, with the front of the coat being black and the backside being red with three faded golden buttons keeping the coat together. Ryuji wore a yellow and blue sailor tie with skulls and crossbones across the tie. As well as a pair of brown loafers and a silver chain with a decoration at the end of the chain. Ryuji also wore a torn-up white cloth as a bracelet on his left wrist. Ryuji's mask was a skull was an eye-patch on the right eye that also had a skull on it. Despite what it looked like, Ryuji could actually see through the eye patch, because that was actually just a special lens Futuba designed for Ryuji, since he was the muscle of the group and sometimes needed to see in the dark.

Ann was wearing a red sleeveless dress with a small pink sash around her waist along with a black stripe at the bottom of the dress with a yellow stripe below the black stripe that was at the bottom of the dress, which went to about over her knees. She wore a pair of black pumps with a red rose as a decoration on the shoe as well as the bottom of her shoe was red instead of black. Ann wore a light pink see-through cloth with dark pink leopard prints on it that she wore around her upper arms. Ann had her nails painted red, and she wore red earrings to match. Ann also wore a black choker with a red heart charm on it, she also had a giant red rose in her hair, which was in raised pigtails. Ann's mask looked like a black cat mask, with pink leopard spots at the top of the mask, the mask also had upside down hearts where the ears where that where a little lighter color of pink than the leopard spots. But around the eyeholes of the mask was a blue stripe on top of the eyeholes and orange stripe on the bottom.

Yusuke wore a suit similar to Akira's, in that he had the same types of clothes on as Akira, but other than that, Yusuke's outfit was very different. Yusuke wore a dark purple tailcoat with a light purple on the inside of the coat, on the coat, there was a red handkerchief in his breast pocket. Yusuke also wore a waistcoat with black symbols that looked like a G, with a white background making the symbol easy to see. Underneath that, Yusuke wore a light blue dress shirt, he also wore a white and purple tie. Yusuke wore a pair of white dress pants and a pair of dark brown dress shoes. Yusuke had a white cane on him, with a golden fish on it as a decoration, but it also had a golden tip on the end of the cane as well. Yusuke's mask was light blue on the furthest left and right sides of the mask but then was cut off by a red stripe which then had white until it it went up to the eyeholes of the mask which had a redish-purple around the eyeholes. On top of the eye hole was purple. But, the mask itself was shaped much differently than most masks. It was cut off so you could see a person's nose, not the top of the nose but the sides of the nose, close to the eyelids and around the mouth. But, covered everything else. 

Makoto wore a long dark blue illusion dress that went to the floor. The illusion dress held the dress up around her shoulders but had no decorations on it. Makoto wore a silver diamond dance belt around her waist that had no jewels on it, but instead was empty. Makoto also wore a pair of cream white ankle strap heels underneath the dress, that could be seen thanks to a slit in the dress on the left side of the dress. Makoto also wore a long silver cuff bracelet on her right arm, and Ann had helped her paint her nails dark blue to match the dress. She also wore a simple black headband. Makoto's mask was a light blue that covered her face and had a pattern of woman with closed eyes under a protective screen or something along those lines. It also had more lining on the sides of the mask to make the mask bigger on her face. 

Futuba wore a loose black sleeveless dress with a line of cloth across her shoulders, a line of cloth as a replacement for the absence of the sleeves. Near the middle and the bottom of her skirt and the cloth acting as sleeves had strange light green symbols all over those areas. From numbers, lines, shapes, and who knows what else was on that dress. At the end of the dress was an aquamarine lace, or, that's what it looked like, around Futuba's waist was a design that matched the other symbols that was on the dress. Ann had painted Futuba's nails a light green to match the symbols on her dress. But, other than that, the other decoration Futuba had was a small black hat on her head with similar symbols as on the dress, and a faded green bow to add the the hat. Futuba wore a pair of black platform pumps with ankle straps with light green heels that made Futuba look tall, but it must have hurt to walk in. Futuba's mask was black and looked like a bat's wings with horns coming out the top of the mask. But, it seemed modified so it could cover the fact Futuba wears glasses. 

Haru was wearing a sleeveless pink ball gown that went down to her knees, with more of the dress lower than that which went to about just above her ankles. Around Haru's chest, the pink was actually a very dark pink that had decoration on it. But, there was a light pink veil over the dark pink upper part of the dress that was covered in decorations of flowers and other things, but, at the top of the veil was a string of golden flower decorations that connected the veil to the dress and wrapped around Haru. At Haru's waist was a small white bow wrapped around the waist. Around the bottom part of the dress was also pink veil that had lacy at the bottom. Haru had light pink nails painted thanks to the help of Ann and she wore gold bracelets on her left wrist, as well as golden earrings with light pink jewels on it. Haru wore a pair of black flats with gold lining on the edge of the shoes around the foot. Haru's mask was on a stick on the right side of the mask, like traditional masquerade mask, which was pink with gold lining on the edge of the mask with lines coming off the the lines. Around eye hole was also gold lining that looked like eyelashes. But, on the right side was a blue flower and a little orange cloth at the bottom at the flower. 

Goro's suit was mostly white. His tailcoat, white dress shirt, his dress pants, his gloves, even his dress shoes were white. His tailcoat had golden lining along the lines of the coat, including the sleeves. The inside of that coat was a dark blue, and in his breast pocket was a blue handkerchief. Goro wore a grey waistcoat with golden buttons, as well as a red ascot tie held up by a golden band. Goro had a mask that was somewhat similar to Yusuke's, in that it wasn't a mask you would see everyday. The top of the mask above th eyeholes was red, while right below the eye hole was a small amount of grey, while everything else was gold. Unlike Yusuke's, the mask covered most of Goro's face, minus the mouth and right underneath the nose. But, on the left and right sides of the mask was something that looked like fins. Golden fins, but it looked somewhat odd on the mask. 

The couple had hosted the party in a section of the house that was the kitchen, the living room, the gaming room, a movie theater and a few rooms around there. The house was well decorated with many flowers, banners, and other decorations pertaining to a theme of a masquerade party. The colors most present was blue, green, and brown. Which happened to be the colors of the company Aeron and Mara founded and are the current CEOs of. The food seemed to be mostly desserts and filling. Not actually suited for a meal. The couple heavily encouraged the guests to take as much as they want since the chef made a lot more than expected. Most of the crowd was in the living room, and among the crowd was undercover officers, because the couple asked for them to be there. Which is how Goro got into the party with Makoto, because she claimed Sae wouldn't be able to come tonight due to another case she needed to take care of. Haru was invited to the party because of her status as a wealthy woman. Everyone else had made up names as wealthy people or people of status.  

The group had decided to hide Futuba and the escape car on the back of the property close to the house, to make it look inconspicuous. As a bonus, there was no security back there and the couple seemed to let no one back there. The car itself was a black Citroën H Van, that was painted to look like any other car. While Futuba was left by herself, the rest of the group went to split up and search the house for money, jewels, whatever they could find. Well, Yusuke and Ryuji was taking a whole bunch of food from the buffet. And when Ann found out what the boys where doing, she snuck some, too. 

But then, something happened the group didn't expect.

Someone noticed the car and went to investigate. 

Which shocked the team when Futuba heard someone coming her way. And everyone started to panic.

"Oracle, hide!" Ann said.

"Oracle, you need to leave, right now!" Ryuji said. "Forget us! If you get caught, you're dead meat!" 

Futuba panicked even more as she tried to hide her things, and then a door opened. Which caused Futuba to jump to the back of the car.

"Whose here?! I know someone's---!" A voice called. 

Then a buzzing noise was heard and then something fell.

"Geez. Who the heck does something like this?" A female voice sighed. "What a creep. He must have tried to take another child into their Ring, or tried to rape them, disgusting."  

The Ring? 

What was she talking about? 

"Hello? Is anyone here? I promise I won't hurt you!" The female voice called. "I'll help you get out!" 

Futuba then popped her head out from the backseat. When she did, she saw a man wearing a security guard outfit slumped over and a girl looking throughout the car.

The girl wore an old cream colored Komarov Drape Chiffon dress that looked quite nice on her. She wore a basic white mask that was shaped in the form of a crescent moon. But the girl was also covered on bruises and cuts, or that's what it looked like. When the girl saw Futuba, she spread her arms. 

"I promise I won't hurt you. I can help you." She said. "It's okay." 

Futuba then ducked back into the seat and popped on her mask on. And then said into her earpiece, "I'm turning off my ear piece. My situation was taken an odd turn." And then turned off her eyepiece. 

And then Futuba got up, and walked towards the girl. 

When Futuba got to the girl, the girl moved the man into the outside of the car. 

"Are you okay?" The girl asked. 

Futuba nodded.

"Can you come with me? We need to get you away from the car. It's better that way, right?" 

Futuba nodded again. 

The girl lead Futuba into the small house, and into the living room of the house, which was just an empty room filled with junk and an old couch. The girl sat Futuba down on the couch. The room was somewhat dark thanks to it being dark outside, but there was a small lamp that the girl brought over. 

She also brought a pencil and sheet of paper. 

The girl brought a small plate of food for Futuba, that mainly seemed to be a type of meatloaf. 

Not long after the two appeared, a black dog appeared and started growling at Futuba from the girl's side. But the girl tried to shush the dog with,

"It's okay, it's okay. She's won't hurt you. She's lost, too." 

And not long after the dog stopped growling at Futuba, instead seemed to try and comfort Futuba too by rubbing againist her arms and surrounding her back.

"Can you tell me your name? Where you're from?" The girl asked.

Futuba became nervous now. She either needed to think of something fast, or get out of there.

But Futuba was smart. She picked up the piece of paper and wrote a fake name and then showed it to the girl.

"Your name is Hamuko, is that right? Where are you from?" 

Futuba wrote down the first place she caught think of. Akihabara.

"Around Akihabara? That's pretty far from here. But, can you speak? It's much easier than writing everything down." 

Futuba shook her head. And then wrote down an excuse: She had really bad social anxiety and she couldn't speak with strangers unless it was by paper. 

"Social anxiety, huh? Alright. That's a good excuse." The girl sighed. "Tell me what happened to you when you got kidnapped by those guys." 

Kidnapped? 

Wait, the couple also had a kidnapping ring?

Is that what she was talking about? 

Futuba wrote down a method they had used to kidnap people: Using chloroform. 

"You think so? Well, it's not unlikely for them to do that. Are you okay? Does your head hurt or anything?" 

Futuba shook her head. 

"That's good. . . Wait, why are you wearing a dress? Are---?" 

Futuba then immediately scribbled down something that went like: My family was going to go to a party. But I got separated from them and then those guys showed up. 

"Really. That's pretty interesting to happen on tonight, of all nights. But no matter. Where from Akihabara are you from? Can you use my cell phone to call your parents?" 

Futuba nodded. 

The girl then handed over a cell phone. 

It was hard to see what the phone looked like in the dark, but Futuba used it to call a group of numbers: 

The number for the Phantom Thieves. 

Inside the mansion, eight phones went off. Goro and Makoto asked to be excused to take the call, while everyone else simply just picked up the phone from where they were. 

Futuba spoke first, "Hi, guys." 

"Oracle! Are you alright?" Akira asked her.

"Yes, I'm okay. I'm. . ." Then Futuba asked the girl where she was.

"Over by the (L/N) estate. Not far from Sibuya." The girl said. 

". . . By the (L/N) estate. By the back of the mansion, I think." 

"Oracle, are you in that house? Does someone live there?" Morgana asked.

"Yes." Futuba responded.

"Who? Do you know?" Makoto asked.

"I don't. But she's nice and has a nice dog." Futuba said.

"Alright. She's not hostile? Can we come and you're sure she won't tell anyone?" Ryuji asked.

"I think so." Futuba responded.

"Then, we're on our way." Akira said, as everyone hung up.

"Is someone coming?" The girl asked. 

Futuba nodded, and wrote down something.

The Phantom Thieves are coming.

"What? But, I'm pretty sure they don't do that sort of thing." The girl said. 

Futuba shook her head. And then wrote down: Well, this is an exception.

"An exception? What on earth does that---" 

And then, a door creaking was heard through the house. 

And into the living room came eight people, each with different outfits and masks covering there faces, making it hard to tell who the people were. 

One of boys, the one wearing the black mask kneeled before the girl and took one of her hands and placed a gentle kiss on the back of her right hand. While Futuba went to everyone else who asked if she was alright and what had happened. 

The dog, simply stood up from where he was and went to the girl's side, as if to protect her. 

"Thank you, my dear." Akira said, "You have protected our Oracle from certain danger, and all of us are thankful to you for that." 

"Huh? Oracle? But---" She was about to say.

"Shh." Akira said, putting a finger againist her lips after he had stood up. "Tell nobody what happened, and we will spare you the trouble of the police." 

The girl simply nodded. Then, the others turned to leave. 

"There's my girl. I bid you a good evening, we will meet again." Akira said, after placing a quick kiss on the girl's cream colored mask. "And if you don't mind, we will take the car from your hands and that man on the gravel is coming with us." 

The girl simply nodded again. 

And then, the Phantom Thieves disappeared into the night.

After that close call, the group decided to check up on you. But, you didn't answer and group figured out why. It was almost one in the morning. 

They each left a message saying how sorry they were for leaving you, and how they would make it up to you. 

When you woke up, you made breakfast for yourself and put on your uniform and went to school. On your way there, you bumped into Ryuji.

"(Y/N)! Hey!" He called as you turned around. 

"Good morning Ryuji." You said.

"Where you okay last night?" He asked.

"Huh? Yeah, I was. I did homework and went to bed early. Why?" 

"That's good. . . Where you. . . Lonely?" 

"Huh? Why would I be? You guys didn't do anything without me, did you?" You teased.

"What?! Hell no! Why the hell would we do that?!" Ryuji exclaimed. 

You giggled a little. 

"Hey! Don't scare me with that shit! That actually scared me!"  Ryuji sighed.

"Pfft. You sure?" You asked him. 

"Hell yeah I'm sure!" He said. "Nevermind. Forget it." 

You giggled again as the two of you bumped into Akira and Ann. 

The day passed by faster than the group had expected.

When the time came for lunch, your friends packed up and lead you out of the school. But you stopped before you could leave the gates. 

"Where are we going?" You asked.

Everyone seemed to stop with confused faces. Then, Ann made an "Oh!" noise and went to you.

"I forgot. Goro wanted to eat lunch with everyone today! I was suppose to tell you last night, but I forgot." She wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

"Why today?" You asked.

"He said he had a scary interview coming up, and he needs something to calm his nerves." Makoto stated. "So, he wanted to invite everyone over to the TV station to a company him." 

"Even Futuba?" You asked Makoto.

Makoto nodded. "We're going to go get her. After we go get Yusuke." 

"But if we do that, we'll---!" You exclaimed.

"Get in trouble? No, not really. Not if we have Akechi give us an excuse." Akira said. 

"But---" You protested.

"We'll be fine." Haru said. "Let's just have fun today. Is that okay (Y/N)?" 

You sighed. "I guess." 

"Yay!" Ann said.

And the six of you went to find your others members of the group. 

After you had picked up everyone, your group headed towards the TV station. 

Oddly enough, Goro was waiting outside and he escorted everyone into a back room to reveal a spread of seafood. From traditional sushi to cooked fish. It looked like almost every types of fish was here. 

"Thanks for the food!" Morgana said, as he ran for the sushi. 

"Hey, you better not eat everything!" Ryuji said.  

"Then get over here eat something before I eat everything!" Morgana shot back. 

And just like that, lunch started.

Goro had treated everyone to lunch, and after everyone gave him some encouragement to do his interview, escorted everyone out of the building. 

And when you guys got back to school the day was almost over. So, everyone had just decided to go home for the day. 

But then Futuba asked everyone to come over for dinner at Leblanc. Which everyone agreed to doing. Even after everyone had lunch together, it seems nobody could deny the wonderful food that. 

Goro arrived first. 

Ryuji arrived next with Yusuke right behind him. 

Ann came not long after. 

Then Makoto and Haru came in. 

And lastly, you came in. 

Sojiro Sakura closed up shop early that day and explained he had much more ingredients for more curry and coffee than he needed, and Futuba said they could get rid of it if they invite everyone over for dinner. 

So, here everyone was. 

Later, everyone moved upstairs since everyone had plenty of time before it got dark. 

But then your phone went off and you went to take it, since it was from someone you knew.

"Hey, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Sojiro asked you. "AKIRA! CALL TAKEMI!" 

"Sojiro? What's the matter---? (Y/N)!" Ann yelled at you. "Oh my God! Call an doctor! Hurry!"

The Phantom Thieves had flipped their shit. 

You had passed out in the middle of Leblanc. 

When Takemi came to check you out, she said you didn't look physically unheathly but there was something going on, so you must have passed out due to stress, or maybe getting stress relief, she said. 

But it was clear that you must have been dealing with something stressful rather than something physical. 

Tae recommended that you stay here for the night since she wasn't sure when you would wake up, and you were mostly okay to do so.

The person who had called you had hung up, and the person you had talked to was your mother. When they tried to call her to tell her what had happened, she wouldn't pick up. 

So, Akira picked you up and carried you to the couch upstairs and wrapped a blanket around you. Everyone gathered around you and whispered to one another. 

"What happened?" Futuba asked. "Did something happen in her family? Did her family get death threat because people think she's in that family?" 

"Who knows." Ann sighed. "Hopefully she didn't get a death threat." 

"Whatever it is, it definitely is causing her problems." Goro said. 

"Whatever happened, we'll need to keep an eye on her." Makoto said. "We can't let that happen again." 

"You're right." Akira said. "We'll need to keep an eye on her from now on." 

When you woke up, you remembered what happened last night but then. . .

"Am I sick?" You asked yourself, and then sighed. "Well, whatever. What time is it?" 

You didn't see a clock in the room you were in, so you got up from where you were, to find you were in Akira's room, but Akira was nowhere to be found. 

So, you went downstairs to the café Leblanc to find there was some costumers there, but Sojiro was tending the shop. Sojiro seemed to notice you first before any costumers did and gestured you come over to him. You did, and Sojiro had explained what happened last night.

You had passed out, and the doctor said you should get some rest today since whatever caused you to pass out wasn't physical, rather psychological. Since it was about lunch time, there was no reason to send you now. So, instead he asked you to go over to his house for the day. You simply nodded, and followed the direction he gave you to his house. When you got there, Futuba seemed more than happy to let you stay over for the day. Everyone not long after checked on you to make sure you were okay. 

Futuba mostly stayed on her computer most of the day while you were charging your phone and relaxing on Futuba's bed. But, Futuba did once in a while go to you and stay close to you for a little while. She wouldn't cuddle or anything, she'd just stay close by, like she would nap beside you. From what you saw, Futuba was very smart with computers and technology in general, like everyone had described she was like. There was a lot of things around her about cognitive pscience, which you didn't get, but you didn't quite care then since you were distracted by your phone most of the day.

When school was out, everyone stopped by to check on you. Ann practically tackled you with a hug, with Ryuji in second place of doing that and Morgana right after. Makoto, Yusuke and Haru asked you many times if you were sure you were okay. And Akira. . . Well, refused to leave your side for a while. He wasn't clinging to you, but he wouldn't leave you be. Goro almost seemed to do the same thing.

But after a few hours, everyone allowed you to go home. 

And, they seemed like they needed to do something, so you left them to do whatever they needed to do.

The group of teenagers let you leave to go home, and then they went over to the Leblanc attic to discuss what had happened a few nights before. 

"So, Futuba got saved by the owner of that house, is that right?" Ann asked.

"Yes. And it seems she knew something was up with the couple. She said they had a kidnapping ring." Futuba answered. 

"They have a Ring? And they kidnap people? For what?" Haru asked.

"It could be those two are even worse then we thought. We'll need to do more investigating to find out why." Goro said.

"Do you think they have a drug ring or something?" Morgana asked.

"No. It sounds more likely they have slave ring." Goro answered 

"What?!" Ryuji said. "For real?! That's effed up!" 

"But it makes sense if that's why that girl was trying to get Futuba out of the area as soon as possible." Goro said. "But, why would they need one? It doesn't make sense, the couple is well-off, have good social status, so, why would they need slaves?" 

"Because they're insane. Nobody would do that to another person these days unless they are truly horrible people. And from what it sounds like, the Ring has been around for a while. So, it's not new, which annoys me even further." Yusuke answered.

"Maybe. But we need to look more into the couple because of this, otherwise they won't repent for all of their crimes." Makoto said. 

"So, we need to plan another infiltration, am I right?" Akira said. "It seems (Y/N) will have to wait a little longer for us, huh?" 

A few days later, the group infiltrated the mansion again. This time, finding people locked up in prisons who told them they had been kidnapped and forced into doing very horrible things. From killing people, to prostituting themselves so the couple could get information about certain things. 

But, there was something strange. 

Almost every single person said the couple had a child, and they needed to get the child out of that house, but when asked why they needed to, they couldn't give a clear answer.

When investigating the area, there was no sign that the couple even had a child. No photos on the walls, no signs of another decent bedroom, or even a way for more people to live in the mansion that wasn't inhumane. They even checked the house, but nobody was there. Not even the dog was there.

When everyone went back to school the next day, you where absent. Ryuji asked his homeroom teacer if you where here yesterday, but Ryuji only got back an ominous answer.

"Yes, she even came to school early. But, she said she wouldn't be at school for some time because of very serious family problems. I wonder if her family's been getting death threats and she can't come to school because of how scared the family is." 

When the group met up, Ryuji told them the ominous news.

And this scared the heck out of them. 

This caused the group to try to contact you. 

To no avail.

Now, they where all sure something was up.

There was no mistaking it. 

Something was definatly going on here.

But, what was it?

What was going on here? 

Now that the dear friend of the Phantom Thieves was missing, it wasn't hard to tell the group was. . . Upset and. . . Angry.

They wanted an answer to what was going on.

And more importantly, they wanted their precious ray of sunshine back.

They wanted you back with them.

You were a reason to live on to them.

Now that you were gone, there was something missing within the group. 

Their hopes for a brighter future that they would create for you and the rest of the world to enjoy. It seemed. . . To be duller without you in it.

Their personal healer for when they were about to fall down or die. Your pleas and cries for their safety you would say before mission would bring them back home safely.

Their personal cheerleader when things got tough during missions. Your cheers and encouragement would bring hope and vigor into each move the group made when they fought.

But you were gone now.

You where stuck and couldn't give the Phantom Thieves the courage to go on before a mission. 

You were unable to help your friends do their job.

And now, the couple was going to pay.

They where going to pay for forcing your family to hide you from the world to protect you from the dangers of this harsh world. 

And taking you away from the safety they had you under.

But upon more research and sneaking around, they found the answer to their question.

And you, in the process.

Aeron and Mara held another party that month. 

This was because they thought they had won againist the Phantom Thieves. 

But, the Phantom Thieves to ruin their reputation in gruesome way. 

Even more cruel than the couple had been. 

The night of the party, the preparations were set in place, and the time was almost right.

Everything was set.

"Alright, are we ready?" Akira asked the group. "Then let's wipe these two out." 

"Alright!" Aeron and Mara spoke through the microphones they had in their hands. "Let's party all night til the sun comes up!" 

The crowd of drunken corrupted people cheered. 

"Oh? At the expense of who this time?" A voice spoke from the speakers. "Is it your workers? Or your daughter?" 

"What?! Who said that?!" Aeron spoke. 

"You know full well who. After all, the party is at our expense." Akira spoke as he walked to the stage, as the crowd looked at the area around them. 

Even though the group was already here.

"Well, that's what it is for, is it not? Or is it for your daughter's murder at your hands?" Goro spoke, with disappointment in his voice. 

"Daughter?! We don't have one! You're a liar!" Mara yelled into the group of people. 

"Are you sure? Then, tell me, who is this?" Akira stopped walking to the stage. 

And then, a screen appeared behind the two. 

And, a video played. 

The video seemed to be in the kitchen of the house, with Aeron and Mara in the shot, with a girl covered in blood and bruises on the floor. At the moment, it was hard to tell what the girl is doing. But it was clear what the couple was doing. Both had knifs in their hands, and cups of white crystals as well.

"You worthless bitch! How many times do I have to say it?! Your life is meaningless without your servitude to your parents! Children are useless unless they serve their parents!" Mara said, stepping on the girl. 

The girl let out a blood-curdling scream in response. The scream rang loud and clear in the room. And, caused some people to jump back in suprise.

"NO! MOTHER, PLEASE, STOP!" The girl begged, but instead she was kicked in the stomach from Aeron. Causing blood to splatter all over the kitchen floor, as well as the appliances. 

In response, some people screamed and gasped in horror. As, the video hid nothing as to what happened to the girl. 

"And why would we do that?" He said. "You've broken our rules. And we cannot let you live because of it. It is justice, after all." 

And then, the couple sprinkled the white powder on the girl, and she let out an even louder scream than before. Making clear what that white powder was. 

Salt. 

"Ha! Scream louder, and maybe we'll call an ambulance! But, that would be a problem, wouldn't it?" Mara said, as she stepped on the girl. 

"Ah! Who cares?! She'll never be able to call for help now! And, if we say to the police she tried to kill herself, they won't know the difference! The police are fools, anyways!" Aeron replied. 

The girl then seemed to have died, because she then fell to the floor, motionless.

When the video cut out, some people passed out. Others threw up, and the rest seemed paralyzed in horror. 

All but nine people. 

When the video finished, the nine people walked to the stage. Causing Aeron and Mara to take a fearful step back. 

Akira got up first. He immendiately ran up to the couple, and knocked them down by kicking their kneecaps.

"You're going to pay dearly for killing her. And you're going to know the exact same fear (Y/N) knew every single time you beat her." Akira growled at the couple.

"No! Please! HAVE MERCY!!" Mara screamed at him.

"Why would we give you that?" Ryuji asked them, as he raised his bat.

"You both are pathetic lowlifes who don't deserve to see the light of day." Makoto said. Pulling out her brass knuckles. 

"Parents are suppose to help their children. But neither of you have done that from the start, Hinata and Kasumi (L/N). So, you have failed as parents, and as humans!" Ann growled at them. As she readied her whip.

"Therefore, you will never see the light of day again!" Yusuke growled, as the group charged at the couple. 

According to the news report, the (L/N) mansion was found to be trapped full of terrified people claiming Aeron and Mara (L/N) had murder their own child. 

When the police investigated, they found more people in horrible conditions claiming they had been kidnapped and forced into slave labor. 

And, they found a calling card from the Phantom Thieves that was a month old. 

But, police did not mention anything about the child, exept she was in critical condition in the hospital. 

You. . . Could hear them. 

They were to calling you. 

Your friends where right at your hospital bed, crying, begging, and praying you would live that horrible event.

And, you could hear them. 

They each called you, by name, to wake up.

And you could feel them. 

They where here!

You could feel their bodies hugging you, shaking your body in effort to wake you up. 

You wanted to go back now. 

You wanted to see them. 

Move! Come on, move!

When you were able to open up your eyes, there were wires and machines everywhere around you. The room was mostly white, brown and green, with the machinery being grey. The room was modestly big, and there was a window to your right. You stood up to look out the window when suddenly you heard a door open. 

When you turned, there was a doctor standing in the doorway, who looked stunned. Then, the doctor cautiously walked towards you. "Miss (Y/N)?" 

You nodded at her, "Yeah, what is it?" 

The doctor then turned around and said to you, "Stay here a moment okay? There's people who need to see you." 

And then she left the room. 

Not long after, you heard yelling in the hallways and footsteps rushing in your direction. And not long after people came rushing into your room. With cameras and microphones and bright lights.

Oh no. 

It's the press.

"Miss (Y/N)! You're awake! Tell us what happened!" One person shouted. 

"Yes, yes! Is it true you were abused by your parents?" Another said.

Before they started flooding you with questions and bright lights all around you, when you tried to block the lights so you could see, another light came and and blinded you once again. And when you tried to move your arms to block the bright lights, the wires on your arms stopped you.

Then you heard more footsteps coming your way and then you heard, 

"Can't you all have some decency?! Get out!" You heard a familiar voice yelled at the press.

And there stood Goro Akechi.

But. . . Something had changed about Goro. 

For one, his hair was shorter than the last time you saw him. He wasn't wearing his tan peacoat, instead he wore a dress shirt with his black and white tie with black pants and shoes. And. . . Something about him was different. You couldn't tell what exactly was different right then and there. But something had changed about him. 

Goro cleared the room of the press by kicking them out and slamming the door on them and then turned to you. 

And then, he smiled. 

That's what was different.

His smile seemed genuine and real now. Like he had dropped heavy baggage off of his back while you were gone.

He walked over to your bedside and sat on your bed. He reached out one of his hands and placed it on you left cheek.

"It's been so long. I missed you so much, (Y/N)." He said.

"What do you mean?" You asked him.

Goro hesitated at that. "It's been almost a year since you almost died."

Goro explained what had happened over this past year. Akira's now permanently moved in with Futuba and Sojiro Sakura, with Morgana as well, Ryuji's now less of a delinquent and Ann's become famous fashion model now, Yusuke has become a famous professional and street artist, Makoto's an intern at the police station while in college, Haru's taken over her father's company and your familes as well, and he's in college and doing well at his job. As well as the Phantom Thieves were still alive and kicking.

"I'm so glad." You said, as you started to cry, "That everyone's doing alright after all this time." 

Goro seemed to jump at the sight of you crying. "Of course we are. After all, we're not giving up on you now that you're back."

It took you some time, but you where released from the hospital and adjusted back to your normal life. 

And this time, knowing there was a group watching over you.

[fallen-wolf22]

Sacred Church - Prologue - Reader-Insert

(Y/N) ran through the halls of the empty church, she glanced back as her heart was racing. She swore her heartbeat could be heard by the spirit of the little boy. She heard his laughter, she looked around frantically, she saw the front doors of the church she bolted for the doors quickly, and her blood was rushing through her veins as she ran. The front doors of the church slammed shut, blowing cold air towards (Y/N) as she reached the doors, “no come on open please.” She muttered as she frantically pulled at the knob of the church door, praying it would open.

“Nowhere to go now!” Called out the child.

        (Y/N) turned around as she heard the boy’s voice, she looked around for him. She took off back down the hall; she glanced down the other hallway as she passed it seeing the little boy coming towards her. She cursed under her breath as she ran; she looked around, “Why didn’t I just listen.” She muttered to herself, as she turned down another corridor she glanced back seeing the little boy following. She came to a sliding top as the boy appeared in front of her, she turned sideways turning down another hall, she moved as quickly as she could without running into anything that was in the hall. She tan towards the great hall that was in the back of the church, she prayed to god that she would make it till’ morning. She rushed into the great hall, turning around quickly and slamming the doors, she knew there was no way in hell she would make it till’ morning, at the rate the boy wanted her gone, but was making it impossible got her to get out, “What do you want?” Called out (Y/N) as she kept her back against the doors of the Great Hall.

“I want someone to help me find my way out.” The little boy said, as he appeared in front of (Y/N).

(Y/N) looked at the little boy, “Find your way out of what?”

“The horrid dark place.” The little boy said, as he turned and looked at the altar.

“What horrid dark place?” (Y/N) asked as she watched him.

“The workHouse.” The little boy said as he walked towards the altar.

“Where is it?” (Y/N) asked as she followed him.

“It used to be where Mr. Jones house was.” The little boy said, as he kneeled down in front of the altar.

“Where is his house?” (Y/N) asked as she kneeled down next to him.

“Please god, let me find my way out of the dark place.” Prayed the little boy, as he folded his hands together and pressed them against his forehead.

“Where is his house?” (Y/N) repeated the question as she watched him.

“20 degrees north, 10 steps west.” The boy said, as he looked at (Y/N) and disappeared.

“20 degrees north, and 10 steps west.” (Y/N) murmured to herself.