#shadow user reader x young justice

[httpsobi]

TEAM, MEET... THE SHADOWS (LITERALLY)!

WARNINGS/TAGS + sfw, gender neutral o/c or reader insert, vague descriptions of violence.

A/N + was doing some research on abilities for this serious when i realized the severe lack of shadow abilities across the board and was so offended cause they would be such cool powers to explore and have so have this! enjoy!

★ the term most often used to describe her/him/them is 'mousey' ♥︎ in case that doesn't tell you enough about them, it's because she/he/they are so quiet and skittish ♥︎ walking jump-scare victim... even as she/he/they grow more comfortable around team members and leaguers, will still scream someone bumps into them

★ nightwing is very relieved to find out that fear suddenly fizzles away the moment a mission starts  ♥︎ just turns silent and her/his/their eyes stay open wide the whole time ♥︎ gives off the appearance of a creepy doll or mannequin ♥︎ jaime hates it so much poor boy was brought to tears first time around cause he was so upset by how she/he/they almost didn't blink once

★ ironically people are always intimidated by her/his/their appearance ♥︎ she/he/they could be really tall, thanks to chunky heeled shoes or even just being tall ♥︎ dark, shapeless and androgynous goth or styles (she/he/they would suit victorian-esque styles) ♥︎ PIERCINGS!!! she/he/they are covered in em!!!

★ beast boy loves her/him/them like she/he/they are siblings ♥︎ guys i know i'm always pairing the scary quiet person with the happiest bubbliest of people but shut up it's cute ♥︎ the dynamic is just little happy puppy dragging around this scary but whimpy doberman ♥︎ eventually gets dragged by another cheery member (impulse) into his little duo with blue beetle ♥︎ blue hates to admit it but he found her/him/them so creepy to begin with, he couldn't stand being around her/him/them cause she/he/they terrified him ♥︎ but after learning that she's/he's/they're just really quiet, end up getting along well ♥︎ is also an silent pair with superboy- words are rarely exchanged between the two but it just works and neither care enough to ask

★ there's a running theory in the team (and leaguers) that they're a vampire ♥︎ superman, flash and green lantern have a bet going as we speak

★ absolute weapon when it comes to undercover infiltration ♥︎ her/his/their ability of literally becoming a puddle of shadows and jumping from shadow to shadow of things around her/him/them makes it so she/he/they are difficult to catch when scoping out locations

★ shines brightest in dark environments ♥︎ she/he/they prefer joining missions at/past sunset ♥︎ if she/he/they have to do a morning missions, it takes her/him/them longer to scope out areas because it's harder to hide as a smoking shadow in broad daylight for obvious reasons

★ the longer she/he/they use their ability without becoming (what i've coined as) the shadow, it almost starts to take over her/his/their body ♥︎ always starts from her/his/their right eye ♥︎ when her/his/their pupil and sclera turn black, it starts spreading- up her/his/their cheekbone and forehead, across her/his/their nose bridge into her/his/their other eye, down her/his/their jaw and neck ♥︎ if left long enough, it will take over her/his/their body ♥︎ the shadows look pure nothingness on her/his/their face, leaving her/him/them with scary looking hollow parts of their body thanks to how dark and unreflective the shadow is, it also lets off a faint black smoke that adds to how menacing it looks

★ does her/his/their best to stay off the battlefield ♥︎ can ambush and take out guards or soldiers from the shadows with ease, but the moment she's/he's/they're put face to face with an villain? she/he/they want to die instantly ♥︎ she's/he's/they've just accepted the fact that she/he/they can't fight despite canary and nightwing trying to convince her/him/them otherwise because her/his/their shadows could be crazy powerful during a fight

★ worst comes to worst, she's/he's/they're stuck with no other option but to fight, she/he/they force the shadows to take over ♥︎ before she/he/they do, she/he/they have a couple of tricks she/he/they try first to buy some time ♥︎ if the person she's/he's/they're fighting hasn't actually seen them, morphs into the shadow of a leaguer she/he/they hope would scare them (used it on a riddler goon once as batman and they fainted) ♥︎ forcing the other into the shadows (works alright, best it can do is send someone into a state of shock for a while, worst it can stun someone for a couple of seconds) ♥︎ taking over someone using shadows (it's more extreme than the last, but the most she/he/they can do is control the person's body and try to keep them away from herself/himself/themselves until help arrives) ♥︎ last resort- let the shadows take her/him/them over and worry about the consequences later ♥︎ needs to get shocked or sedated out of that form

★ first character i think would fit in great in the season 2 team ♥︎ i know it's not obvious because all my work is season 1 characters but season 2 is actually my favourite (except when they put wally in the speed-force... can't believe he isn't out yet)  ♥︎ is a perfect fit for the second team

★ could very easily be blind on some level and most of the team wouldn't have a clue for ages ♥︎ teammates wouldn't realise it easily because she/he/they seem to navigate everything normally but that's because of how she/he/they use shadows to their advantage ♥︎ everything has a shadow one way or another, so she/he/they'd 'see' the world around her/him/them ♥︎ people start noticing when she's/he's/they're in a bright location because they seem to stumble, struggle to find things nearby, etc. ♥︎ would also be a cool concept if natural vs artificial lighting affected it- maybe LEDs make it harder to see vs the light from the sun or moon

★ in theory is such insane villain material but is too nice and jumpy

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[iwaasfairy]

┌─ “ ! „ SPARKSTONE

tw. blood kink, noncon, pain play, lashing/whipping, toji’s foul n mean, degradation, prostitution, daddy kink, kinda size kink as always w me heheghe wordcount. 4.6k

a/n. thank you a million to the loveliest friends who always keep me goin when i'm having a hard timEEE rhi, wil and dymmiEE thanK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR betaing ily so much ♡ i hope i did the big man justice he is so yucky n i love it,, also extra shOutout n love dym bc she gave me the vision i saw i came i had to have it so !! iLY ILY ILY

fushiguro toji x fem!reader

If you know one thing from your years hiding in the shadows of the more powerful, it’s that danger has a taste. It sticks to your skin, longing for an opening. And tightens around your organs as you swallow it down, setting your hairs on end. Instinctually, humans know danger when they sense it, and by that same measure, they’re usually smart enough to hide before they get found. You might be simple prey in the eyes of the strong, but you hate the feeling deeply, and avoid it where you can.

You’re always aware of eyes that trail you, and you can smell it in the air.

The burgundy walls and nice chandelier bloom like a flower when it gets dark out. It fits the business. Like moths to a flame, that warmth lures men with a promise of a warm body and expert secrecy, and usually that’s plenty. Luckily for you, most of them leave before their wives start to wonder, which means you don’t have to deal with the drunk and impatient by the time you come in for a shift by early morning. Your days are easy, if you pretend you don’t know what types of people stumble home from their rooms in the seedier back of the building. Smelling of booze and body fluids and most of all, sex. That’s how it is.

Sorcerers are people too, by your cousin’s words. He’s not wrong. By the types of people that come in and out of the doors day and night, he made a smart investment starting this place a few years ago, and you’re grateful to get to work here. There’s no place for small-fry cursed energy users out in the daylight— and you’re not exactly dying to lay your life down for others in the first place. It’s this, or even less savory jobs for those people like you, who see things that others don’t. You’re more than happy with a simple life sitting behind the front desk, and going home to crash before the grosser individuals have a chance to harass you.

Which is why your skin itches a bit when the soft cling of the bell sounds so late it’s early. You’ve barely had enough time to open the doors. For not the first time, there’s a soft buzz of a warning sign that greets you as you sigh. Isn’t 5 in the morning a little early for even the more degenerate types? You get up to hang your jacket in the back room as you hear heavy steps make it into the foyer, and swallow. The slight pulling of cold under your skin has your lips pressed tight, swallowing. They don’t ring the bell, don’t yell or break things, don’t even talk. But they also don’t turn to leave.

So you smooth your hands down your pants, and eventually walk back to your spot behind the counter. It’s still dark out, still has the uncomfortable pressure that lingers as you cast a quick glance around the room.

And all you see is eyes that pull a cold shiver up your spine so quick it freezes you in place. The dark figure is splayed out with his arms over one of the couches, but those sharp eyes don’t move an inch from you when you meet them. Narrowed in their cold, metal blue darkness, and all-consuming. The man is not young, not old - but definitely older than you, scarred and quiet, and you can’t help it- when that foul, dangerous taste wells up in your mouth in the form of saliva.

After only a few seconds, you grab the phone and ring a number one, taking it off the horn for your own safety. It rings as the man gets up with a sigh and walks towards you, only leaving the space of the desk between you two. There's a soft mumble on the other side of the call, but because the horn is pressed to your desk, you can’t make out exactly what’s said before the customer - you assume he’s a customer, judging by the foul sort of stench of death that follows him around - clears his voice.

Only a sorcerer can have that sort of smell, and no sorcerer would enter here if not out for one thing. You don’t normally do intake, you realize as your hand trembles just slightly. You leave the horn of the phone for a pen instead, and try to rid your throat of the thick block that pushes on your windpipe. “Welcome. How can I help you?”

The man’s hair is messy, lazy, much like his clothing is; and he takes a moment to look around before his eyes flick to the stack of notes before you, the phone, and then you again. “Ah, uhm. Are there rooms open this late? Or early, I guess.” He ends up saying, a bored sort of lilt to his deep voice. You can’t even meet his eyes, but you can feel the painfully intense stare that doesn’t move from you again as you put on your best smile.

“There- should be, yes. Hmm, let’s see. Do you have a preferred girl you’d like to see here today?” Your hand only stops shaking when you press the tip of the pen to paper, if only to give your hand something to do as you quickly flick between the pages of the book.

“Not really.” He runs his hand under his nose, before leaning both forearms onto the desk and invading your space too much. You barely resist the urge to jerk back entirely, and feel the heat travel between you two. See, you were never able to fight curses. But you did always have a good nose, and his presence is like maggots crawling around under your skin. It’s unbearable. Your lids flutter as you stop flicking, and just focus on not throwing up entirely. Every part of him stinks of rot, oozing danger enough to suffocate you.

You simply pick one of the names at random, and start digging through the shelf for the correct key as fast as you can. Your heart hammers in your chest like that of a hummingbird, and is almost loud enough to keep you from hearing him when he speaks again. You can’t quite bear to meet his gaze, but one look up at his mouth reveals a tiny sort of curl to his lips that’s just as upsetting as the stench that swirls around the room. Everything feels wrong, and you want to stop yourself from hurling your guts out over the table. The man taps his finger on the counter a few times. “Are you new?”

Your head shakes faster than you can think about the answer. It wouldn’t be of any use lying anyway. For some reason, you feel like he’d be able to see right through you. When you finally find the right key, you feel like a weight lifts from your chest, and you slide it across the stone towards him. “I always work the morning shift, I don’t do nights.”

“Hm.” He doesn’t need to say anything else. Only when you slide the paper form across the table too,  do you notice the call has disconnected - you’re not sure for how long - and you manage to force your eyes up to face him for just long enough not to seem impolite. But your blood still feels uncomfortable and itchy, even when he slowly picks up the pen and starts writing his name down at the top of the form. After a few seconds, he clicks the pen to his chin, and looks down at you with a coy smile as he straightens up. “Actually, what about you? You’re a skittish, little thing, and I have a bit of a hunger for something light and fresh today— I had the longest night ever.”

His scar pulls when the smile gets a bit more predatory, and you feel pinned in place like an insect under a magnifying glass when he aims the pen at you. “Looks like you’re a good listener, sweet girl.”

“I- I-” you start, stepping back until your back hits the wall and even then, there’s not nearly enough space between you and him, “I just work as a receptionist. I don’t do-” You might puke after all. Those eyes only seem to get wider when your bottom lip wobbles, and you feel the sick sense of glee he gets rather than see it. You don’t think -no, you know- you couldn’t take him in a fight, but still your fists ball up tight.

The lift dings though, to your relief, and a familiar face rushes out to give you an up and down. Your cousin’s got a bed head, deep grooves under his eyes as he jogs up beside you. “What the hell, you’re fine! When you didn’t respond on the phone I thought something might’ve happened to you.” You can’t say anything back, but you’re so glad to see him your mouth drops open and a little whimper comes out of your throat despite yourself. The young man frowns, before glancing to his side and - pauses. You can’t exactly place the expression he gets, but he must feel what you’re still feeling laced in the air, because he blinks a few times before taking a step back. “What’s this?”

“I was just telling him I’m- o-only a front desk worker,” you start, shuffling uncomfortably when those steely eyes find your body, giving you an awfully unsubtle once over. Pig. He doesn’t even bother to hide the way he’s undressing you with his eyes. Your cousin thankfully hums in agreement, and crosses his arms over his chest. “So-”

The brazen noiret doesn’t hesitate to nod though. And the confident tone from earlier doesn’t waver a bit. It’s like he’s barely inconvenienced by your statement at all. Like you’re playing hard to get. You’re not. "That's fine by me. But I’m going to be the exception.” Under his sloppy clothing, there’s no doubt he’s fit. He’s tall, and obviously wired with thick muscle that makes his shirt cling to his biceps, even more when he crosses over the furniture to reach a hand out to you, and make your shivers so much worse. “Come, little deer. I’m gonna have some fun with you.”

Your cousin places a hand on the other man’s shoulder though. “She’s not that kind of employee, sir. I’m gonna have to ask you to leave, or else-”

“Or else what?” You swear you can feel a pin drop when his eyes finally move away from you, now at the other man. Your heart still beats wildly. “How about this, huh. You let me play with your little friend here, and I’ll decide not to kill you, her and then everyone in here for making my long night even longer.” He doesn’t even have to straighten up for you to feel like he means it. Even without flashing a weapon, or pulling out some fancy cursed technique, do you feel the increase in thick waves of tension; drowning you in that same, rotting stench of incoming disaster. You can’t ignore it, can’t do anything but gasp shallow, little breaths when he does round on your family, squaring up to him.

Though they’re both about as tall, the stranger’s built like a brick wall. He must know that, because he laughs. “I’ll be very nice to her, don’t worry.” His eyes tell everyone daring to take a peek that he doesn’t mean it, but at least you don’t flinch when he looks at you this time. Ah, that’s right. You really do hate sorcerers. The black haired man walks past to come grab your arm, and tosses the key you provided him earlier high into the air before catching it. It instantly is too tight, and hurts. You plant your heels into the floor, hang back with your whole body. You want to scream. Your other hand claws at his strong palm -wrung like a vice around your wrist- and you start to whimper.

“N-wait, let me go. I don’t work here like that, I- leave me alone, let me go!” You get pulled along anyway, like you’re a toddler throwing a tantrum; he yanks you with barely any effort and sends you stumbling behind him. “No, I don’t want- aniki! Aniki, tell him- I’m not- I’m not for sale.” Hair whips around as you try to plead with the man left standing in the lobby, but though he looks guilt-stricken and apologetic, he doesn’t move from his spot. You don’t have a say in the way the man dressed in all black drags you behind, even when you try to make yourself dead weight and stop him. “No, no, no, wait, please! Kou aniki! Kou~ help me!”

You get it.

“Let me go! Let me go, pl-please! Hck.” Your voice breaks when wetness spills down to your hot cheeks. Really, you do get it. But the lamb still spooks when presented with the gun, even if it doesn’t run.

You’re sat on the edge of the bed as tears run down your cheeks and drip off your nose.

You can’t imagine it makes for a very appealing sight, but whether it’s indifference or sexual gratification, it’s clear your grief doesn’t matter to him. Toji, he said his name is, but you only know that ‘so you can cry it later’. It makes you sick - the sight of him makes you want to dig your nails into your own palms until you bleed. This is how it is for the weak everywhere, right? Sit and wait to die. As the cold embraces your body again, you sniffle, but wipe the tears away. You’re not a fan of waiting.

If he’s going to do it, better do it quick. Before you decide to start biting anyway. The dim lighting of the reddish room doesn’t do anything to warm the mood except make you even more aware of him as he kicks off sandals, slowly, demanding attention. He stares you down like a predator keeps an eye on his prey. The scent is still suffocating, but there’s a more alarming feeling blanketing your senses now. You’re scared. There’s nothing you can do about it, it’s in the goosebumps on your skin as he walks closer, and you scoot back onto the soft mattress to avert your eyes to yourself.

You’d rather go out kicking and screaming- but with your fear ran so high, you settle for the second best thing. “So, you’re not going to kill everyone, but just me, huh?” He’s taking off his belt as you ball your hands in the fabric, and force yourself to watch him under heavy lashes, with as much hatred as you can. “You like that? Scaring girls half your size?” You’re not sure either why you’re running your mouth. It must be the high of incoming death. “Does that make you feel powerful?” He doesn’t even pause, and pulls his shirt over his head to drop it aside too, then licks his lips.

After a slight moment of silence, he just shrugs. “Yeah. It does.” You scramble back until you reach the head of the bed, and pull your knees to your body. And the man crawls closer anyway, reaching to grab one of your ankles and drag you back. You don’t know why you’re struggling. It’d be easier if you laid down and died. As if reading your mind, he chuckles as he yanks you down until you’re spread out on your back, and pins you in place beneath his heavy body. “Don’t be so frightened. I’m not actually going to kill you.” He pushes over you, and makes sure you’re nose to nose when he talks next, basically drooling as you try to escape from him. “Just going to hurt you pretty bad. Don’t you like that?”

You struggle against him, but it’s not enough. He ties your hands to the bed painfully tight, letting the frayed edge of the rope burn into your skin each time you move- and proceeds to cut your clothes off with the knife that was hidden in his waistband. The torturous pace at which he does everything is almost worse, setting your entire body on end with anticipation. You thrash against him as he places a thigh either side of your body, and grabs your face in a large, rough hand. Once again you feel reminded that you’re really nothing in the face of someone more powerful. It’s frustrating. It’s annoying, and hurtful, and a migraine starts gnawing at your head as you glare up at him. And he almost pouts at you in mockery. “It’s cute that you’re trying so hard. You can cry, you know?” He leans in to lick along the shell of your ear down to your neck. “It’s going to happen sooner or later anyway. Why deny yourself?”

The hot touch of his tongue sears into your skin like it’s poison. You try to pull your wrists loose again, to no avail. The skin just feels achy and burning. “That’s really what you want to do, right? Cry for mommy and daddy to save you?” When he pushes back up to your mouth, laying his filthy lips on you again, you’re quicker than you think - and actually manage to bite him. It’s not enough to cause much damage before he jerks back, clenching one hand over your mouth to shut you up. But he runs a thumb along his bottom lip, and slowly starts grinning. Blood glitters on that finger before he licks it away, and raises his dark eyebrows at you. “Aren’t you brave…”

Before you have time to prepare yourself, that heavy palm meets your cheek, stinging it all over and rushing blood to the surface — it’s hard enough to pull real tears out of you, and your nose to start running as you bury your face into your arm. The sting spreads under the surface like fire. The low chuckle he lets out is mean and predatory, definitely when he takes that as an opening to start groping you through your bra, and soon that’s shoved up too to let him pet all over you. “Good. I don’t have to feel bad about all this, then.”

“Mh- hck-,” you whimper, trying to ignore the painful tugs he gives your nipples, pinching you. It still sends heat to your belly, and somehow that’s the most embarrassing thing of all. You hate him. More than anyone. “I-”

“Don’t say you’re sorry. I won’t believe you anyway.” He quickly whispers back, leaning in to force his mouth to yours and kiss you, tongue pushing against your teeth until you give in. He tastes like blood. His own, from the cut that’s not yet closed up; and he kisses like he’s trying to consume you. Rough hands knead and toy with your tits until you start squirming, before they glide down and make enough space to peel your panties down your thighs torturously slow. “Ahh, you look good like this. So pretty. Stay there.” He chuckles to himself as he gets up and you whine, not for him, but more his dragging it out. It’s not like you have a choice about staying…

When he comes back to you, something cold makes you jerk your eyes open. It’s something long and capped metal at the end, not sharp enough to stab you clean through— but it’s still hard and sharp and anxiety has you freezing below him. “Wh- what, what are you-” Would anyone even come help if you screamed? 

Toji slaps the thing into his palm a few times, before those mean eyes glide over you, and you find yourself crossing your legs tight to protect your most sensitive areas instinctively. The sound of the metal whipping through the air is more than enough to put fear into you. Your lip trembles when he gets back onto the bed, and mirth plays in his eyes. “This is going to hurt.” Then he whips his hand down and instantly, your eyes shoot open with pain. Blood splatters as he cuts you open, each impact leaving a cut and nasty thumping that will make a bruise, telltale sign of a cursed tool.

“Ack- no, no- please stop! Stop, stop, please! Please, it hurts! It hurts!” Your eyes clench shut, but tears well up and come out anyway, making tracks down your cheeks. It stings so bad, and after even just a few lashings, you can’t stand it. Everything’s glowing and burning, hot all over as your knees knock together. Another whip has you trying to pull your arms out harder, to no avail. You don’t want to look, but the pain in your hands tells you that the heat running down your arm must be blood. Didn’t he say he wasn’t going to kill you? “Please, please, Toji. I’ll do anything! Anything, please- j-just no more.”

“I refuse.”

“Please~” you sob, only opening your eyes to see how he stands bent over you with his tongue caught between his teeth, head tilted in curiosity like a dog. The whip is dripping red, hot blood down onto his hands, and though it seems impossible to have so much blood coating everything- it’s yours, right? He stays quiet for a moment or two, and the thick tears wobble over your vision. “Please, I don’t want to die. Please. Please. I’m -” your throat closes up when he leans his heavy weight down over you and hovers his lips over your mouth, “I’m beg-begging you.” One hand comes up to grab your face, and he buries his nose into your throat, where a wet tongue starts swiping along your skin.

The soft groan he lets out is foul, coming back up with his mouth full of your blood, and he grins. “Keep going. Beg like a good girl~” Then he dips down, forcing his tongue and the coppery, familiar taste into your mouth, melting his lips to yours as he hums. His strong chest meets your naked, pitiful form as one hand comes down to yank your leg up around him, and the kissing gets more distracting, warmer, deeper — you want him to stay just like this. “Keep talking,” he whispers again, lower this time, and when you’re opening your eyes his stained hands are back to kneading your tits. “You’re sort of cute covered like this, whining like a baby. C’mon.”

Red’s covering everything. Every cut on your body is searing and tight and painful, and he’s pushing his thumbs along the closing wounds as if he’s trying to leak every last drop out of you; but you can’t really feel it. It must be adrenaline you feel coursing through your veins like a drug, goading your heart into pumping so hard you can see it bounce through the skin. “Pl-please.” Your chest rattles, as he watches you. As he degrades you, lifting both your legs up to your chest to spread you for him. “Please, Toji. Please f-fuck me instead. I w- need you to.” He takes the knife used to cut off your clothes, and ever so slowly drags it along the supple inside of your thighs.

And though you jerk, and your jaw clenches while tears fall, you can’t help it. You’re shaking your head, but your pussy clenches around nothing. “Please, please, need you. I’m sorry, I want- I want it. I wan’it… daddy.” Despite the short inhale he takes, sharp eyes pinning you beneath him like the crying mess you are, it’s not his reaction that has you blushing, heat filling your entire face with that cottony feeling. You’re so fucking weak. It’s pathetic.

“Hah,” he snorts when watching you wiggle and cry, presenting your wet, little hole to him, “whiny brat.” His hand lands onto your pussy and it makes you jerk again, squirming against his strong grip, before he turns his palm to grind into your clit and his fingers teasing into the soft folds. The wet squelching doesn’t stop the stinging tingling down your entire body, but - it’s also so unfair. You can feel yourself drip as his thick fingers slide in and out of you again and again, pushing into your plush walls just right. “Call out for daddy, go on.” You don’t want to know how much of it is blood, or how much is your own body betraying you.

You don’t see when he takes off his boxers, now finally as naked as you are - but you do see it when he starts rubbing the head of his heavy cock over your slicked up slit, catching your clit every once in a while. He cocks one brow at you at your silence, and softly hums a deep, raspy breath. You really are weak. “Daddy, daddy, please- pl-hck- please put it in, I’m losing my mind.”

“Seems like it,” he mumbles back, a cocky grin reappearing right before he grabs himself by the base and leads his fat cock inside you with no further warning. He’s too big as soon as he shoves himself inside halfway, grabbing your hair as you wiggle against him. The other half is forced deeper as his cock bumps your walls, makes your pussy drool and clench, and your mouth hangs open as you try to keep from screaming. Your back lifts off the bed a few times, legs opening wider to make room for his thick thighs as he bottoms out and stretches you too thin. “That’s a nice noise.” He’s laughing.

You can’t relate. Your entire body feels wound too tight, legs locking around his glutes in the naïve hope for some reprieve— before he pulls back and holds himself above you. Scared pecs and arms flex when he pulls all the way out, only to thrust back in too deep and have you choking on it. It’s hitting so deep it leaves you speechless. “Make it again,” he gloats as he chuckles into your face, before kissing you again, and this time he bites your lip, hard enough to taste copper. Oh, fuck. You cling onto the ropes for dear life with your numb fingers, and try to wrap your legs back around him with a choked whimper; but you can’t.

You’re shaking, and your pussy’s clenching and sucking around him hard each time his hips meet yours and heavy balls smack against your ass. You feel like he’s going to fuck you through the wall. Drool’s mixed with the blood you swallow, letting his tongue melt to yours, and make you even more needy for air. Each pump inside you gushes more slick out of your cunt, lewd noises and ‘pap’s filling the room along with his grunts. And you only pull away to gasp, and get pulled down onto him again and again. “Daddy, daddy, I’m- gonna- cum.”

And he plants a hand on your throat to squeeze until your eyes cross, free hand going to hold your shivering thighs in place as he buries his cock deep into your plush walls. “Dumb, dumb girl- I don’t need- ugh- you to tell me that.” You’re folded double entirely as he keeps the rhythm entirely ruthless, and your belly starts tightening under your body jerks shut around him, crying out. You can’t even feel your hands anymore, and your breathing’s so shallow and confused you’re lightheaded. Your toes curl so hard you feel like you’ll pass out, but Toji doesn’t stop. Not even when hot ropes of cum fill the heat of your spasming pussy up and spill out— he doesn’t even slow.

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Eye of the storm

(yandere Weather report X female reader)

You looked down at your arm as you sat on the small bunk of your cell looking down at the black line on your hand. You couldn't believe you had been convicted for the murder of your boyfriend. You had told the police all that you knew, it was all just a horrible freak accident but no one else seemed to think so and that's how you ended up in Green dolphin street prison.

However a voice pulled you out of you saddened state.

"Hey you must be new here, I haven't seen you around before" a feminine voice from the next cell over said.

"Yeah... I just got brought in today" you replied.

"Yeah the first week in is the tough part, it's my fifth week in if it makes you feel any better"

"So what got you in here anyway? you look too soft to have done anything" she asked

"My boyfriend ended up in a freak accident in our house and I've been charged with second degree murder for his death" you explained and the female let out a little chuckle.

"Wait! What's so funny?!" You hissed.

"Nothing sorry... It's just I got charged with murder for my boyfriend's death in a car accident" she replied.

"The justice system is fucking ridiculous" you sighed. You didn't care who you were talking to, you were just glad to talking to someone.

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You woke up the next morning, part of just thought it was all a terrible dream but when you looked at the shadows of the cells bars on the bare walls you knew it wasn't. The day was going to be a slow and painful one, you just knew it.

First you had to hit the showers and it wasn't the type of shower you were use to, they didn't even bother having cubicles the shower heads were just all lined on both sides of the a long tiled hallway. Everyone in there could see you fully bare.

You got catcalled and harassed, one girl even had the audacity to slap you ass. You didn't like it at all. You felt so exposed having all these other women that you had never met eye you up and down.

Then breakfast was after. The food didn't look so good but you ended up wearing it before you could even eat it after one woman shoved into you.

"Oh look what you've done to my breakfast!" She said in a sassy tone.

"What are you talking about it's perfectly-" you were saying before she tipped her tray over you causing baked beans and runny egg yolks to drip down your head and shoulders.

"You better pay up for ruining my breakfast, I want twenty dollars right now!" she hissed with a voice laced with venom as she pulled you away from the crowd.

"Twenty dollars! We're in a prison, how I'm I suppose to get money in here, twenty dollars never the less!" You exclaimed before she grabbed you by the shirt, you were practically on you tippy toes.

"Stupid bitch!" She yelled in your face. You looked around hoping there was a guard somewhere or that they were watching on camera but there was no guards and you were in a blind spot for the camera's.

'Well if your not gonna pay me with money then you'll just have to do a few favours for me" she whispered in your ear as you felt one of her knees grind between your thighs. You let out a gasp in shock as you began to struggle.

"Oh I bet you'll squirt so hard when I start to rub myself against you" she cooed.

"No, no... I'm sorry but I don't do it that way" you explained.

"Trust me after I make you cum you will" she argued in a sweet tone.

"I don't know if you understand me but I'm telling you I'm not into chicks... Just leave me alone" you said as you began to panic.

"In prison any dick whore can be bent into a pussy slut, I'm letting you off easy for what you did right now so don't make me change my mind!" She said as you could see her patience was wearing thin.

"Just let me fuck you danm it!" She yelled only for a strange creature  appeared beside you and punched her in the face causing her to let go of you and fall back.

You stood in shock as you saw her get to her knees and let out a hiss.

"There is no need to be afraid, the effects have already begun" The pink and white creature beside you said in a whispy voice.

"You..." The woman hissed before standing up and pointing her finger at you.

"You are such a mess, I'll give you twenty dollars just go to the showers and give a guard ten dollars then you can get something better to eat after with the other ten" he said as she gave you two ten dollar notes.

"Actually take all my money! I'm sure someone as beautiful as you deserves more!" She gushed as she pulled out a possibly seventy five dollars.

"What the fuck?" You muttered under your breath before looking at her face and seeing three heart shaped bruises under her eye before she left.

"For a moment there I thought I was gonna have to save your ass" a familiar voice said.

You turned around to see a green and black haired female approach you.

"Sorry for not introducing myself properly last night, the names Jolyne Cujoh" she said as she shook your hand.

"(Y/n) (L/n)..." You said in shock as to what happened.

"Honestly I want you to tell me what the fuck just happened?" You said to her before looking back to find the creature had disappeared.

"I'm guessing that you only just got your stand" she said. You fell into a fit hysterical laughter as she said that.

"Yeah, coz I totally just got a stand from eBay that is haunted by a creature sent to this place!" You laughed. You fell on the floor and rolled on it. You were not taking these changes well.

Jolyne rolled her eye and lightly kicked you in the stomach.

"Get up and get cleaned up, I'm going to introduce you to some people"

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Jolyne dragged you across the prison til you both stood in front of one of the walls.

"Jolyne, what's so special about this? It's just a wall" you asked. She didn't give you a verbal response and instead walked towards it and eventually through it. You were absolutely flabbergasted by what you had just witnessed. You just couldn't help but stand in shock before she dragged you in.

On the other side was a nicely presented entertainment room with a large framed pop art poster and a grand piano. In the room were a couple of other people. A Hispanic woman in a green shirt and fair skinned girl with green hair and wearing denim overalls, a pink haired male that you almost thought was a woman, another male with a white buffalo hat and a young blonde haired boy in a Cubs uniform.

"Jolyne, who's this?" The Hispanic woman asked as she flicked her braids to the side.

"Oh this is (Y/n), she's a new inmate that ended up in the cell next to mine, funny enough she turned out to be a stand user" Jolyne explained as she nudged you.

"Come on, show it off" she whispered to you.

"I don't know how, I just got the danm thing!" you whisper shouted.

Then the green haired rolled her eyes.

"Come on just show us, we won't judge" she said.

"What makes you think we can trust her, she might back stab us, she might be working for Pucci" the man with the white hat said.

"I don't think she is... She was absolutely spooked when she saw her stand" Jolyne explained.

"How about we just give the poor lady a rest, she looks as pale as a ghost" the pink haired male spoke up as he approached you and rested his hand on you in a reassuring manner.

"My name is Anasui dear" he said in a charming manner as he kissed your hand which made your heart flutter.

"I'm Foo fighters!" The green haired girl said in an enthusiastic tone.

"Hermes" the Hispanic woman simply said.

"My name's Empolio..." The young boy said before they all looked toward the man in the white hat, giving him a nonverbal cue to introduce himself but he simply refused.

You looked down at your arm in a shy manner only to see a white tick next to the black one that represented your late boyfriend.

Someone in this prison was your soulmate.

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It had been a couple of weeks since you had met the gang that helped you slowly integrate into prison life. Sure it wasn't fun being in prison but they at least helped make it a little more bearable.

Another thing that also made things a bit easier was your stand which you ended up naming, Love foolosophy. It seemed to be the perfect fit for it's ability, being able to slide out and emerge victorious from most conflicts by simply having your stand cause you opponent's to temporarily fall love struck with a simple blow.

You sat in the ghost room as you waited for the others to come. Most of them seemed to open up to you very well (especially Anasui) however Weather seemed to always keep his distance from you, you knew he was being cautious but you just wanted him to open up to you.

You began to hear foot steps and looked up to see Weather who just gave a scowl.

"Just you huh?"

"Yeah it's just me..." You sighed.

"If you hate me then you should just say it now..." You continued and his whole persona seemed to flip.

"Don't get me wrong, I don't hate you... I just don't trust you fully yet"  he explained before sitting next to you.

"Well at least I have some of your trust" you chirped.

"Don't push your luck" he said sternly.

"Ok..." You mumbled.

An icy silence filled the room for what seemed like minutes until you piped up.

"So how did you get locked up in here?" You asked. He looked at you in the corner of his eye, contemplating if he should tell you or not.

"I don't actually know... To be honest I woke up here with no clue as to who I was or why I was here, the only thing that seemed to click in my mind was Weather Report, it's most likely not even my actual name but it at least gives me a form of identity" he explained.

"So you basically woke up with amnisia?" You asked.

"Yes" he replied.

"Well I'm sure you'll eventually get you memories back, or at least make some new ones..." You said, trying to give the man some optimism.

"Well how did you end up here?" He asked.

"My boyfriend was killed in a freak accident and it was treated as a murder..." You explained.

"And you were the prime suspect?"

"Yes"

It seemed from there the two of you opened up to one another for possibly an hour or so. You felt like you were actually finally able to start getting past the mental wall he always seemed to have until a particular pink haired male came in and tried to drag you away.

"Oh (Y/n) I found such a beautiful flower just past the fence outside the court. It reminded me of you so I wanted to show it to you" the male cooed as he grabbed onto your arm.

"Anasui, I'm kinda busy talking to Weather" you explained.

"No it's fine, it's best you go with him to see that flower" he huffed as he returned back to his original stern persona.

"Ok..." You sighed. It was probably the best for your safety, knowing his extremely obsessive behaviours.

Weather could help but grit his teeth, something about you just seemed the rile up all these emotions and hazy half formed memories.

Anger, Sorrow, bloodthirst and fear but they seemed to all be tied up and linked to another core emotion... Love. Ever since he first saw you he just had all these weird feelings and when he slept he dreamt of you, some were sweet and romantic like the one of him meeting you in a cafe or shop while delivering juice.

However one bad nightmare just kept repeating itself. His hung form forced to watch as you jumped of a cliff and take your own life. He dreaded it, he'd wake up with his heart racing and his body drenched in sweat but he just refused to believe that he was in love. The word love alone seemed to carry a tremendous amount pain with it.

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Over time he just couldn't stop himself for feeling the way he did. When he saw your bright smile and you bright eyes that shone like jewels, he'd be worked off into a world so distant from this. It made him completely forget that he was in prison. You just gave him some form of hope in his lonely life, you filled a void in his heart.

He watched you as you looked out the small window and watched the light drizzle of rain fall from the dark clouds that hung lowly.

"You know, I've always loved rainy days..." You sighed.

"Why's that?" He asked.

"It's just so calming... The rain just seems to wash away all my worries, in the great lyrics of Jimi Hendrix 'let it drain your worries away, lay back and groove on a rainy day'" you sighed and he simply hummed in response, he didn't know who or what you had mentioned at the end but he still agreed with your statement, maybe he could make a few more days like this happen just for you. He knew it was undeniably you who the white tick represented.

It seemed like time stood still as he continued to watch you stare out the window. He just wanted this moment to last forever and in his own little world he hadn't noticed you move.

"Hey Weather?!" You called out as you waved something in front of his face to catch his attention.

"Yes" he stuttered as he finally came back to reality and saw the Toblerone chocolate bar you held in front of him.

"You want it?" You asked as you grabbed another for yourself.

"How did you get a Toblerone? I thought the prison didn't provide that fancy stuff, I've only ever seen it advertised in magazines" he asked as he look the oddly shaped chocolate from your hand.

"What can I say... My stand helps me get by" you shrugged as you opened it up and bit into the first place.

"But why give it to me?" He asked.

"I just thought you might enjoy it. Can't I do something nice? We're friends after all" you replied.

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"Another sudden rain storm has yet again appeared over Florida today after two previous day's straight which has left scientists baffled"

"The previous weekly weather forecast predicted a week of uninterrupted summer sunshine but the days have instead delivered rain, lightning and wind blowing at a staggering 40 miles in some parts"

"Some claim this is part of the effects of global warming while other claim it is an act of God, one man mentioning he is the true Noah"

You sighed with a frown on your face as you heard the reporter on the tv say as you looked out at the dark sky through the window.

"What's wrong (Y/n)?" Weather asked as he sat beside you, it was almost the same as the time you spent three days ago.

"It's raining again..." You muttered as you flicked your hair out of your face. Totally unaware that the Weather was of his doing.

"But I thought you said you loved rainy days, just like in that Jimi Hendrix song?" He asked.

"Yeah..." You sighed.

"But have you ever heard of there being to much of a good thing?" You asked.

"How can there be to much of something good?" He asked which made you let out a sigh.

"It's like having a birthday or Christmas every single day of the year, you get presents everyday but eventually you'll wake up and look at those presents in disgust because they've lost their significance" you explained.

"Beside all this rain is gonna cause a flood or landslide" you continued before you were pulled back by a strong pair of arms and peppered in light kisses.

"Ah you're smothering me with your kisses!" You squealed as you playfully struggled in the pink haired males grasp.

"Oh (Y/n) I can't help myself" Anasui cooed. Weather pretended that Anasui's actions weren't effecting him but they were. Seeing the psychotic man that murdered his previous lover showering you in such affection made Weather sick in the stomach. It seemed like Anasui made his mind over women act like a woman buying clothes, he'd see one girl and go head over heels before doing the exact same over another but he simply let it slide as he thought you would realised it one way or another.

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"Weather seems real off..." Anasui pointed out.

"I don't blame him... He just got his memories back" you replied.

"Who knows what's happened to him prior to his amnisia... How much trauma he could have experienced is a mystery" you continued.

"I think I'll talk it out with Weather... He might not open up about it but I can at least try" Anasui said as he stood up.

"No, I think I should... I've been making some small talk with him lately so I think he might be a bit more open if I just start off the conversation like normal and slowly build to the main question" you explained to Anasui as you lightly pushed him back down to his seat, he gave you a soft smile before standing back up and kissing your lips.

"You always know how the right words to say (Y/n)..." He sighed as he pulled away.

"I can't wait to marry you one day..." He continued, which you had to admit was a little too forward for you. You loved Anasui but you knew he wasn't the soulmate he claimed to be, you knew the red tick that appeared next to the gold one (which had formally been white) was him. Somewhere in the prison you had crossed paths with your soulmate, whether you actually interacted with them or not but until the day you met your true over half you would give him the love he so desperately desired, after all he made you feel special when you were at your worst.

"I'm going to go and see him now..." You replied to Anasui as you gave him a quick peck before you left to the place you suspected Weather report would be, The ghost room.

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"Weather" you called out as you entered the ghost room, he sat on the sofa with his back toward you, his body language was cold and stern much like the side of him you had initially been exposed to when you had first met him.

"What?" He muttered in a cold tone.

"I just wanted to see if you were doing ok" you tenderly replied as you sat on the arm of the sofa.

"I'm fine!" He hissed as he lightly shoved you off.

"Oh come on, are we really going back to step one?!" You exclaimed but he gave you no response as he stood up.

"Weather you know I'm here for you... I don't I know what is going on inside your head now that you've gotten your memories back but I'm willing to listen to everything " you said and before you you could react him harshly pinned you to the wall, giving you a small grin as he heard you yelp in pain.

"You want to listen to me... Then I'll tell you what's on my mind" he said as he gripped your wrists even tighter then he had initially.

"For months I have been feeling so strangely around you... Your existence taunted my mind with all these powerful emotions that threatened to tear me apart... When I found out that you were dating Anasui I thought you would at some stage realise that he simply falls head over heels for the first woman is his sight" he explained in a abrasive tone.

"But you're too stubborn to even realise that... It pains me everyday to see you giving him all the attention" he continued.

"But Weather I do give you my attention... You could have told me this earlier, I'm-"

"You would have just turned me down..." He replied.

"Turned you down about what?" You asked.

"Have you not figured it out yet, I love you!" He yelled which caused you to flinch at the volume of his voice.

"Love? Oh god... I'm sorry but I've only ever seen you as a friend..." you muttered. You just wanted to melt into the wall if you could.

"The last woman I loved threw herself off of a cliff" he hissed as his eyes were almost unnaturally wide.

"God Weather I'm sorry to here that... But you can't just bottle up your anger like this... And I think that you might just be seeing me as a way to fill the void that your late lover left... I don't think it would be good for your health" you explained before he let go of you wrists, only to wrap his hands around your throat. A crazed smile danced upon his lips.

"You are not just some replacement to me... You are my soulmate, you are more then she ever could of ever been" he muttered.

You were scared for you life as you could feel your head beginning to feel light. You quickly summoned your stand to throw a swift punch to his face but it's fist only fazed through him. You tried it again and again but you got no result.

Weather eventually let go of you. You fell to your knees and held you throat as you coughed.

"Why... Why isn't Love foolosophy working?" You asked yourself before he kneeled in front of you.

"I guess Love foolosophy can't make me lovestruck for you if I already am" he replied as he ran his hand up your shoulder which made you flinch yet again.

"Please Weather... Whatever happened to you in the past wants to ruin you... Please don't let your memories destroy you... Don't let it ruin all the good you've done" you plead to the fair male.

"I'm just sick..." He muttered as he wrapped his arms around you before having you lay on top of him as he laid down. You kicked and screamed as you tried to get him to let go.

"I'm just so sick with you not being mine"

[forever-more-never-again]

Blood Ties (Part One)

Word Count:1883

Warnings: Swearing

Pairing: Shoto Todoroki X Fem!Reader, Platonic!Izuku Midoriya X Reader, Platonic!Katsuki Bakugou X Reader, Father!Shota Aizawa X Adopted!Reader

a/n: Would you look at that! Another series that popped into my head to add to my growing collection of WIP’s...this is my first BNHA fic so please let me know if you like it or not!

Masterlist

Part Two

Mariko - first name, The truth

Adohira - Surname, peace within chaos

Adohira Mariko - the truth of peace within chaos

Quirk- Can shapeshift into another person after touching them. Can also use the persons who they shape shifted into Quirk, but it comes at the cost of Nausea and fatigue and sometimes causes them to collapse. They can choose to keep the ability to shapeshift into someone any chance they need to, by taking a bit of their dna and ingesting it. The ones they keep permanently are known by the strange marks on their back that show up after ingesting the DNA.

Students slowly filed in, shooting questioning glances towards you, but no one approached.

You struggled not to smile. No. Mr. Aizawa does not smile.

Perched on the edge of his desk, swinging your legs, you watched the class of 1-A sit down in their respective desks and wait.

Silence.

And then the door slammed open as the real Mr. Aizawa strolled in. He did a double take when he saw you, but did not change his facial expression.

“Hello Class.”

“Mr. Aizawa!”

“How!”

“What!?” “Who is this!?”

“This is highly irregular! As the student Representative, I say declare yourself now Impersonator!” This was loudly spoken by a teenager wearing glasses, karate chopping his hands in the air to emphasis his point.

You laughed, still keeping Mr. Aizawa’s shape. His laugh coming out of your mouth, his voice when you spoke, “Mr. Aizawa knows who I am. I’m joining your class.”

A very familiar short green haired boy spoke up shyly from the back, “But School has already been going on for a month now.”

You nodded, “I got in on recommendation but I couldn’t get here till now. Coming from over in America is a real struggle.”

The room erupted into mutters as people took in what you were saying. You knew what they were wondering. Why would someone from America come to Japan? There were plenty good hero academies in America. You had your own reasons for coming to UA, but you wouldn’t share them.

“[Y/n]...could you please stop using your quirk...or did you bring eye drops for me?” One of the real Mr. Aizawa’s eyebrows rose.

You smiled, “I know you aren’t going to use your erasure on me. But okay.” You turned back to the students who were still staring at you in various degrees of confusion, admiration, and fear, “Please...take in mind that since I came from America...Where women can dress very differently...that I mean no offense by my outfit.”

Mr. Aizawa let out a long suffering sigh, “Where is your uniform [Y/n]?”

You turned, sheepish, “I uh,” You rubbed the back of your head, still as Mr. Aizawa, “Might have lost it at customs earlier this week.”

Another long suffering sigh and a wave of his hands, “Return to normal and I’ll have another student take you to the office to get a new one.”

Taking a deep, calming breath, you let your quirk fade out. And stood before class 1-A in high rise denim shorts, a plaid shirt, and cowboy boots.

“Holy!”

“Jesus!”

“Sorry!”

“Indecent!” “Look away Midoriya!”

Looking over the sea of faces, you settled on one that wasn’t participating in the shock fest, who actually looked...bored. A kid with peppermint hair.

“I volunteer to take you to the office!”

“No! I volunteer!”

“You perves, let a fellow girl take her!”

Mr. Aizawa sighed and you couldn’t stop the laugh, knowing what he would say.

“I don’t care, figure it out so that class can begin.” He unrolled a yellow sleeping bag and you smirked.

“Lost the red one?” You asked.

The class stilled once more.

“Get a uniform.”

And he faced the wall so that you could no longer see his face.

Spinning on the heel of your boots, you began walking to the door, “Alright, well I’m off to find the office.”

“Wait!”

The voice startled you. Without looking back, you ran out of the room.

Turning a corner, you listened as footsteps followed.

Your memories forced you back to a time before everything...a time of innocence. Two young boys and a girl playing in a river together. Proclaiming that they each would become a hero one day.

You hadn’t realized it, but you were now on the floor, hyperventilating as the memories overpowered you.

“Hey...are you okay?” That soft voice again. Still the same as it was all those years ago.

You looked up at Izuku Midoriya...the same child who used to play with you and Kacchan...Katsuki Bakugou all those years ago.

You saw the moment his eyes widened in recognition, “Mariko Ad-”

You jumped up, hand flying out to cover his mouth. He jumped and struggled, but your grip was strong.

Sparing a glance to the hallways, making sure no one else was around, you tugged Izuku further into the shadows before releasing his mouth.

He frowned at you, “Mariko, what’s wrong?” You hissed, “I’m not Mar-” You couldn’t say the name, biting the inside of your cheek, you flinched and sighed, running a hand through your hair.

“I’m  [Y/n]. That, “You spat out, “other person is dead.”

You knew you were confusing the boy.

“Look, Izuku...let’s find somewhere else to talk. I’ll...I’ll explain everything.” Shoulders sagging in defeat, you followed your old childhood friend to an empty classroom.

Jumping, you sat on the desk across from the chair that Izuku sat in. He looked up at you, those big eyes waiting.

You closed your eyes for a minute. Trying to calm the storm inside. The fibers of your being that were yelling at you to run away. That this was a mistake.

“I see you finally developed a quirk. I’m sorry I wasn’t here when it showed. Did it happen right after..?”

Looking at Izuku, you saw him fidget, and his eyes dart around. Narrowing your eyes, you knew something was up.

But he didn’t cave, “Yeah. It’s strength, agility and mobility...and Well...you left before your quirk showed too.”

You groaned, pushing the palms of your hands into your eyes, “I didn’t leave!”

That came out harsher than you planned.

Taking a deep breathe, you lowered your hands and opened them pleadingly to the tense boy, “I didn’t leave.” You repeated, softer this time.

Izuku leaned forward, confusion all over his face, “What do you mean? One minute, you were next door and the next minute, you were gone. No one knew where you or your parents were. But none of the police were concerned, saying that it was all official business and that there was nothing to worry about.”

You let out a short sarcastic bark of laughter, “Of course they did. They couldn’t have it be known that two of the cities finest citizen quirk users were brutally slaughtered in their own home.”

A horrified gasp.

Your eyes were staring at Izuku, but were unfocused..seeing the past. Your folks both had powerful quirks, but they never went pro. Choosing instead to follow business jobs and staying at home to raise you.

Until that day you came home from a day of playing with Izuku and Katsuki, excited to show your parents the quirk that had showed itself on your way home and found..

You shuddered, bringing yourself back to the present, you hung your head, staring at the ground, “I still have nightmares. I’ll spare you the details of what I stumbled upon at five years old.”

A cold hand grabbed yours, “Mari...I mean [Y/n]...I had no idea. I’m so sorry.”

You laughed again, a bitter sound, “Yeah. Everyone was so damn sorry. The police officers, the case workers, the mayor. Everyone was so damn sorry but they did nothing. Those villains got away with killing innocent people and no one gave a damn.”

You were getting heated. Standing up, you began pacing at the front of the empty classroom.

“But what happened? Why did you disappear?” Izuku muttered, more to himself than you.

You answered, your voice growing thick and emotional, “A few days after, I was stuck at the police precinct...they didn’t want anyone to get wind of the murders...they knew it would only cause panic and chaos. That was how Shota Aizawa found me.”

You paused your pacing for a moment, before starting up again.

Izuku leaned back, stunned, “You met Mr. Aizawa when he was still doing Hero work?” Obvious Awe in his voice.

You smiled softly, he was still the same five year old nerd you remembered.

“He was bringing in some low level thugs when he saw me crying in an interrogation room that was being used as a temporary room for me. He came in and talked to me, calmed me down. He showed up everyday for a week before he finally decided to talk to an official about my situation. When he learned that I had no relatives and nobody knew what to do with me, he decided to take custody of me.”

Izuku gasped, “So you’re technically..”

You walked back to the desk he sat in, perching on the edge, you smiled again, “Yeah I’m technically his kid. At least, according to the courts. He adopted me. I thought he would keep me with him. But..” You trailed off again.

Now that Izuku had gotten you talking, it actually felt good to get this all off your chest.

“He said his line of work was too dangerous. So he sent me to New York where a friend lived.”

Izuku snorted, before realizing what he had done and promptly covering his mouth with his hands, his face turning red.

You snorted after, “It’s okay. I know it doesn’t seem like Shota has friends. But he does...did..anyways. Back when he was still Eraserhead. I grew up in New York….until I was old enough to apply for UA. Shota told me not to. He kept in contact all these years, but I am determined. I’m going to become a hero and I’m going to find the villains that killed them.”

Izuku’s coloring gradually returned to normal and he looked at you concerned, “[Y/n]...revenge isn’t something you should go after. A hero can’t use their quirks outside government regulations and certainly not for personal justice. You know this.” He tilted his head, “Why didn’t you keep in contact with me or kacchan?” He sounded hurt.

You gently ruffled his hair, “I’m sorry. I was just five. Scared. Hurt. In a new country. By the time I thought about contacting you...it had been a few years and I figured you both had moved on with your lives and I would just mess them up. That’s why I was hoping neither of you recognized me.”

Izuku laughed, “I don’t think Kacchan recognized you. I barely did with how you’re dressed.” He waved a hand at you, averting his eyes from your body, though his face still turned slightly red.

You laughed, “Yeah. I got used to the customs in America. I need to remember how to behave in Japan.”

Izuku sighed, “[Y/n]...you can’t let this revenge cloud your vision or decide your future...Why can’t you just be Mariko?”

Your eyes burned, you stood up again, towering over Izuku who for once looked terrified at you, “Mariko Adohira is dead! They died with their parents. I am Aizawa [Y/n] now and forever. I won’t let those villains who killed my parents find me.”

Izuku’s terrified expression turned to one of intense thinking, “You think they will target you after ten years?”

You stood tall, staring out at nothing, but seeing the shadowy figures that haunted your nightmares, “I don’t know. But for now, I have the element of surprise and I’m not losing it.”

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Rhythan | Dragon BF | Fem x Masc | Part 2

Feminine Human Reader x Masculine Dragon Boyfriend You x He/Him PG-13 for Violenccceee and Swearing Revenge Fantasy, Size Difference, Magic-User Fantasy

Special thanks to the anon who asked about this story—kicked my butt into gear! I hope it was worth the wait!! ... You have continued to be plagued by nightmares, even with your new companionship offering the incredible relief of safety and belonging. You see their pervertedly content faces as they bound and gagged you and left you to die. You keep hearing their saccharine lies that burned your flesh like a dagger being slowly dragged down your neck. You relive these wounds every time you close your eyes...wounds more painful than a dragon’s ever could have. The dragon that never did...and never would have. You sit up fast, gasping as if relieved of a sword that had been plunged into your chest. You’re on the floor of the cavern, curled up in one of the fine, thick fabrics that Rhythan provided at the foot of the giant pile of gold. It must be the middle of the night, as no sunlight shines in. All you can hear is the deep, heavy breathing of Rhythan as he sleeps. Following an unexplainable urge, you stand up and begin walking down the tunnel, clutching the sheet like a cape as it drags behind you. You walk silently toward the entrance, your bare feet used to the cold rock of the mountains by this point. The soft bubbling sound of the waterfall greets your ears as you get closer, and you slowly step your way to the edge of the cliff, looking out at the forest. Even from a distance you can find your village; they’ve kept the bonfire going for days...the one that celebrates your death. You stand and stare, frozen and unblinking, at that little light in the distance. Never did something so warm feel so god damn cold. “Are you not cold, little one?” asks a curious voice from behind you. You glance down at the forest below you, acres of silent pines hundreds of thousands of feet down. You don’t look at him, you don’t move. “Look at them,” you start. “So proud and content of themselves for leaving me, using me as a bargaining chip for a game they never had to play...it disgusts me.” You’re silent for a moment, taking a breath to try and control yourself. “But...how can I blame them? Wouldn’t I have done the same thing? And the people, they were lied to...right? And, I shouldn’t bother about the kinds of people who would do something like that but it doesn’t change at all how I feel...and it feels like I’m dissolving in acid.” “Those that lack empathy do not learn from death,” he says. “Even the ones at their own hands.” “They don’t care...” you whisper to yourself. “...they don’t care...” “But who are the ones that sought your pain?” He asks. “Who are the ones that poison your heart?” Your throat cracks: “It sickens me that they even dared to touch me!” The tears pour, and the cape drops from your shoulders. The wind chill is biting, but soon there is a warm sigh of air at your back, and your cape is dropped back over you. You turn around and see Rhythan’s dark form half-hidden in darkness, his glowing green eyes the only salient feature at this time of night. Before, this sight would have frightened you, but now it was the only thing that could comfort you. Even cast in shadows, he exuded dignity. “You are allowed justice,” he says. ”Few are offered the chance...and fewer take it.” You look down contemplatively for a moment, and then look back up at him with conviction: “I want them to fear the power of a vengeful seamstress.” Rhythan chuckles, seemingly impressed: “So it is settled, then. Come, let us rest and tomorrow, we’ll plan.” He scoops you up into his palm gently—you’ve gotten used to the drill—and he takes you back down the tunnel

“I’m sorry you have to deal with an emotional wreck,” “It’s the reason I like you, my dear.” “Th—thanks?” “You have a heart of true, unbridled emotion,” he says. “I have never encountered anything quite like that.” “I don’t know if that’s something to be proud of though,” you admit. “It hardly seems helpful at all.” “Everything has its usefulness,” he simply says. “I’m too tired for your wisdom, Rhythan,” you sigh, lying back in his palm and looking at him upside-down. He snorts hot air at you and you can’t help but laugh. “Ah, I wonder how much magic that sound holds,” he says, you barely catching it as you fall back asleep against the warm scales of his palm. ...... The next time you wake up, you go back to the waterfall with an armful of old books that tell you of different magics. It is now cold enough that the water has frozen over, and you are glad that you took the time to fabricate some new clothes from the textiles in Rhythan’s stash. “But can anyone do this stuff?” you murmur to yourself. “Can I do magic, if I just say these incantations or do these hand motions? I’d rather not have to have a sack full of random items required for these spells...and they’re so old, would they even work? Did they ever work?” After several different attempts of spells of all kinds, you stop and look at all the different tomes set around you, a vein in your temple pinching from stress. Nothing had worked, and the only effect from any spell you had cast was a cramping hand, oh, and the headache in your temple. Rhythan returns from his hunt with a deer and a few more bushes of berries. He steps around the pool to where you are studying behind the waterfall and sets the deer to the side, licking off some of the blood from his jaw. “Had some luck hunting?” you ask him, happy for a break. “Quite,” he says. “And you, my dear?” “I can give myself a headache apparently,” you say with a soft laugh. “You wouldn’t happen to know any magic, would you, Rhythan?” He lays down beside you with a grunt: “I do not believe Draconic magic and Human magic are even compatible...and human spellbooks are often way too small and delicate for me to handle.    “What I know about our magic is that its inherent, and different species of dragons are equipped with different magical abilities, but it is not always obvious. I have red scales, so I have heat and fire-related abilities...but depending on my lineage, I could have had different colored scales with the same powers...or the same-colored scales and different powers.” “Hmm,” you hum. “Red suits you.” “I guess I’ll keep it then,” he replies, voice lilting with amusement. You smirk down at the book you are flipping through and then look up at him: “Rhythan, what was your family like? Do dragons have families like humans do?” The pause he takes before answering is subtle, but you can almost feel his mood change, like a gate dropping down to protect a castle. “Rhythan?” “I did not have one,” he says. “So I do not know.” You put a hand on him: “I didn’t mean to cause you pain.” Rhythan looks at you with soft eyes: “You did not cause this, little flower.” You give him a small smile before a sound of cracking interrupts the moment. Rhythan puts a hand in front of you as both of you look over at the frozen pool that is growing white cracks that spread out like a ripple of lightning and crawl up the frozen pillar until all the ice shatters, leaving a warm freshwater pool and a flowing waterfall. “Did...it get...warmer? While you were out?” Rhythan drops his hand: “I think that your studying has paid off, young magician.” You stare at him and then back at the pool as he turns to take his kill into the cave, flicking you with his tail. “H-hey!” He turns to look back at you—some of the deer’s limbs poking out of his mouth as he carries it—and gives you a goading expression. What are you gonna do about it?

You start jogging to catch up to him: “Hey! I could turn you into a frog if you’re not careful!” Rhythan glances at you with a raised eyebrow. I’d like to see you try!

...

A couple days of preparation: practicing, testing, sewing, and organizing.

That morning you give a warm smile to Rhythan, pull up the hood on your cloak, and start walking.

Although it was the only time you had made the trip, you knew the way well enough from watching the forest from the mountain. And you had a feeling in your gut that you would be safe.

After everything, that was good enough for you. And really, the walk through the woods was a stabilizing kind of tranquility.

As you step onto the familiar dirt path that leads to your old town, you pull your hood forward even more to shroud your face. The townspeople start to notice the ominous approaching stranger and begin to whisper to themselves, some racing ahead to tell others. You notice all of it, but you hold yourself dignified and do not quicken your pace to satisfy their desire for more.

“Look at the detailing on the cloak...”

“....never seen a design like that before...”

“...far traveler, perhaps? It bothers me to why are they alone...no one travels through thick forest unguarded! The horror!”

“I may not be wealthy, but I know authentic gems when I see one! Must be royalty—!”

“Don’t be foolish, a royal, psh! Coming here? Alone? You must be absolutely—-“

“Shh! She’s right there!”

By the time you reach the town square, the mayor and her son are already waiting outside of their house to confront you, but you stop at the still-burning bonfire in the center of the square instead of paying them any mind.

The mayor’s son takes initiative: “You there! What business do you have stirring the townspeople with your presence? I demand you show your face at once!”

“Well, since you asked so nicely...”

You grasp the edges of your hood and carefully reveal your face to the people that have gathered around—staring directly at the mayor’s son as you do. You watch as it takes him a second to recognize who he is looking at, and his hardened exterior gives way to wide, fearful eyes. Scattered gasps from the villagers reveal their collective shock. Someone shouts your name from behind a wall of people.

“What is the meaning of this! Imposter!” he shouts, making his way toward you and drawing his sword.

“Surprised I’m not dead? I thought you would be, since you tried so hard to kill me...even going as far as to kidnap me and lie to the villagers.”

“Silence!” He shouts, raising his sword. “What sort of trickery!”

“Are you upset that the dragon frightened you so? Were a few sacrifices enough to make you feel like a hero?”

Two bodies drop from the sky and into the clearing: the two guards that had accompanied him on his quest to stop the dragon, untouched besides the many puncture wounds that adorn their armor.

Some of the villagers shriek in panic but one of them shouts above them: “Look! It’s the arm! The one that he lost! Right in the grip of his fellow knight!”

The mayor comes forward, trying to protect her son: “Can’t you see this is a trick! If it weren’t for him we’d all be burnt to ash from that blasted dragon!”

A thunderous roar shakes the world, and Rhythan comes crashing down onto the mayor’s house, reducing it to rubble. People scream in terror,  but Rhythan does not make another move.

“Ah, yes, that blasted dragon that kills for fun...” you start, eyeing your companion, who lies down and folds his hands patiently, doing his best to look as harmless as a large fire-breathing thing can. “It’s almost laughable, you were so afraid of a dragon, when you should’ve been afraid of a witch.”

“You…” she spits, pointing a derisive finger at you. “...bring this monster here, and you have the nerve to blame me for protecting MY FUCKING TOWN!?”

“The town was safer when you were not a part of it...the only monster here is you,” you say firmly, feeling the vile words on your tongue.

“Filthy, lying harlot,” the mayor says, pushing herself in front of her son. “You dare think that yourself better than your superiors just because you give up your body as freely as a martyr! You would’ve been lucky to serve as carrion with a body as dry and hollow as yours!”

You glance over at Rhythan, who is tensing up.

“Dry...Hollow...” you whisper, noticing the feeling of your feet on the ground. “Is that it?”

You feel yourself smirk like you just thought of the best insult: “Wow, I’m a little disappointed...that’s all you got?”

“What’re you——“ she starts, only to choke on her words, coughing and hitting her chest as if to pound them out of her. She starts to look a little more old and withered.

“Being tied to a tree with no food or water, left to die, really makes one thirsty...dehydrated, even...” you start, staring at the woman that allowed her son to abuse you. “But I can’t....”

Her lips go dry and cracked.

“Even imagine...”

Her body thins, skin going dry.

“What it would be like...”

The mayor coughs out dust, and her body grows brittle.

“To be...”

She falls to her knees and gasps like a fish out of water.

“As hollow and heartless a person as you...”

She collapses to the ground, a skeleton as dry and barren as a field in the winter.

“You——!“ the son swings his sword at you with a desperate ferocity in his eyes, but his sword does not strike true—for the blade’s metal drips to the ground like warmed butter, and he is left with only a hilt.

“The fuc—“ Rhythan slams him to the ground with a claw, caging him in and then dragging him through the dirt, the son shouting as he does. Rhythan then holds him up, his grasp not easing up in the slightest.

You walk up gently towards the person that tied you up and left you to die, held strong by the dragon he was so afraid of, but not before picking up the remnants of the mayor’s body—which was as light as a dried corn husk—and toss it into the bonfire.

“Y—you...fuckin’ cunt...” he sputters. “You’re nothing!”

“You must be even weaker than I thought then,” you tell him. “If a nothing like me bested someone like you.”

“You...you think they’ll listen to you after all this?” He scoffs. “You’re a dumber bitch than I—ugh!”

Rhythan squeezes a little tighter to shut him up. You walk right up to this asshole’s face, smiling angelically.

“You think I care about this town?” You tell him with a whisper. “You think I care about what the people here think of me now?”

You grab his face: “Y’know, I was upset at first about you leaving me to be a sacrifice against my will, but actually what I hated the most was the fact that you even believed you had the right to touch me...”

You squeeze his face a little tighter, a dark purple rash beginning to spread out from where you grabbed him.

“What’re you…” he coughs. “What’re you doing!”

You release his face, the purple rash giving way to black, crumbling ash that fell from his face like lobs of coal. He screams as the rash spread and his skin and clothes become scorched like an overcooked pastry. Rhythan then throws him onto the bonfire to join his mother, setting the fireplace ablaze with an angry roar, disintegrating everything in that circle to black powder.

You place a hand on Rhythan’s side, telling him that you were ready to go, but instead of holding you in his claws like usual, he sets you onto his back, right between his wings. You look down at the frozen and awe-stuck crowd below you that emits no sound, and say: “I never want to see any of you ever again, understood? Now actually go and make something of yourselves.”

Rhythan takes off without waiting for a response from the villagers, just as you planned...

It wasn’t your town anymore; their everyday matters did not concern you.

Not anymore.

As you are taken above and beyond the clouds, you can’t help but cry out in victory!

“Woohoooo!!! Rhythan!! We did it!!” You shout, putting your hands in the air and feeling the currents play with your fingers. “And I didn’t throw up once!!”

He glances back at you with pride in his eyes: “Do not jinx yourself while you are riding me!”

You laugh, and you laugh without heaviness.

...

You return home—that’s what it was now—and Rhythan glides right through the waterfall while you are on his back, completely soaking you.

“Hey!!” you cry, wiping the water from your eyes.

Rhythan circles his main treasure pile and lands softly on it. You roll right off of him and into the pile of gold coins, your cloak wrapping tightly around you.

“Rhythan! We did it!” you say, sitting up fast.

“It was all you, little magician,” he insists. “It was your bravery that let you complete what you set out to do.”

“I guess, but you helped!”

He snorts hot air at you and lays his head down as if to rest. You clamber up to him and wrap your arms around his neck, waking him.

“I couldn’t have done it without you, though,” you say, eyes filling with tears.

“Thank you,” you whisper into his scales. “Thank you so much.”

His neck moves under you and his head looks down at you with what you can only tell to be regret.

“I wish you did not have to lose your old treasures, little one.”

“My old treasures...have no more value to me,” you promise him. “And, don’t you know I have found a better one?”

“Something amongst these old things?”

“Yes, even amongst thousands of worthless gold coins and cut gemstones and century-old artifacts...” you tease, looking around in the pile for something. “Aha! Here it is...but you can’t laugh!”

You hold up something sleek and silver to show him.

“Hmf...a silver plate? Is that all?”

“You gotta look closer!”

“The object remains the same.”

You angle the plate a bit so his reflection is displayed.

“It’s you, dummy!”

His tail sweeps your legs out from under you and you land on your back on the pile gold coins, still clutching the sterling tray.

A warm laugh beats from Rhythan’s chest: “You have chosen well.”

You sit back up just in time to see his full magnificent wingspan and watch him fly effortlessly up to his alcove to rest. But instead of enjoying the splendor, you notice something that you hadn’t before: a large scar that tears across Rhythan’s left wing.

But you decide to leave that question for another day.

[valantinetime]

Persona OC’s/story idea?

for awhile I’ve been coming up with ideas for phantom thieves. Let it be what their rebelling against, who’s shadow do they fight, persona designs etc.

Even how they’d react to the phantom thieves. Who’d they get along with, who’d they hate.

So I’m gonna rant about them-

(the story idea I will be talking about in a reblog, so you don’t have to scroll through all this OC info every time)

(but the story idea is set the next year and Ren/Akira returns (for reasons I’ve thought about) and the metaverse is back, with some new persona users to)

(this story would involve my OC’s)

(my characters persona's are not named after real life people cause I’m NOT going thought the effort of doing that-)

Name: Yuuma (優真) Yukimura (雪村) Gender: female Age/Year: 16 during the events of the game | 17 (If I do the story/fanfic) Traits: calm, patient, understanding. +info: a lonely girl that spends most her time by herself at home. She avoids talking to people, but will go out of her way to be spiteful towards anyone who thinks their better than others. Would gladly spend the rest of her days withering away in her room if she could. Arcana: Judgement

Role: Leader What their rebelling against: being a puppet to society

Codename: Puppeteer  Mask: hafe the mask is white hafe the mask is black. It fully covers the top hafe of the users face (covers the eyes) and covers the sides of their face. Outfit: a white open long sleeved shirt (with the last few buttons buttoned up),  black trousers and white boots Weapon: voodoo and knife

Persona: Jueza (justice) | Sombra (death) Persona special move: Guilty (small chance to one hit kill, if doesn’t kill them, knocks them down) (Jueza)  | Consume (small chance to one hit kill) (Sombra)

Name: Hinata (日向) Mizushima (水島) Gender: male Age/Year: 17 during the events of the game | 18 Traits: Calm, Confused, cold, concerned +Info: a quite young man who spends his spare time playing instruments (violin, piano and flute). He tends to wear things that are comfortable, including clothing that is tailored towards females. He believes there is no gender for a piece of fabric. Infact, there isn’t really that much for one gender only. Arcana: Empress

Role: Healer/Fighter What their rebelling against: gender roles Who’s shadow do they fight: sibling

Codename: King Mask: A golden mask with blue patterns and blue gems stuck onto it. The mask covers the top hafe of the users face (but not the eyes) and curves over their ears pointing up (end of the curves have black pearls on). Outfit: a long golden skirt-like cloak wrapped around the wearers waist, a sleeveless blue tank top, blue sleeves, golden gloves, black leggings and thigh high black boots. Weapon: Crossbow (long-range) | Sword (close-range)

Persona: Regina (Empress) Persona special move: Bow To Me (chance to knock the shadow down)

Name: Yasu (康) Takahashi (高橋) Gender: female Age/Year: 15 during the events of the game | 16 Traits: creative, scared, friendly, out going +Info: A social butterfly who will gladly talk to anyone she can. She’s somewhat wealthy, inheriting a lot of her mothers money when she died. She lives with her farther and younger brothers, though she’s never seen around her dad. Arcana: Fortune

Role: Fighter/support (but tends to focus on the teams buffs more) What their rebelling against: sexism Who’s shadow do they fight: Farther

Codename: Reader Mask: A purple mask that covers the users forehead and bottom hafe (which can be moved to cover the top hafe) of their face. On their forehead there's a white eye. Outfit: an oversized purple dress that drags a lot the floor, white heals and white gloves Weapon: Cards (tarot + paying cards)

Persona: Destino (Fortune) Persona special move: Predict It (tells the team the most likely moves the shadow can have) | Fate (tells the team what the shadows most likely weakness is) | Destiny (tells the team the probability of winning)

Name: Sakura (咲良) Himura (緋村) Gender: female Age/Year: 15 during the events of the game | 16 Traits: kind, soft, caring, cheerful. +Info: She’s always been slightly popular, once she started dating her boyfriend she got a lot more popular. She lives alone with her mother and baby brother. Arcana: Lover

Role: Healer What their rebelling against: Standards Who’s shadow do they fight: boyfriend

Codename: Sweetheart Mask: A pink mask that covers the bottom hafe and the nose of the users face. A red heart covers the mouth Outfit: black body suit, pink cape, pink boots and pink gloves with some pink belts. Weapon: Shotgun (long-rang) | Flail (short-range)

Persona: Cuore (lover) Persona special move: Fall For Me (the shadow is unable to attack the user for a certain amount of time and small chance they will get knocked down.)

Name: Rin (凛) Hisakawa (久川) Gender: Male Age/Year: 12 during the events of the game | 13 Traits: cold, rude, depressed, lonely +Info: Use to be an outgoing young boy before an incident most people pushed aside after awhile, ever since said incident he’s looked himself away. He couldn’t care less for criminals. Arcana: Death

Role: Fighter What their rebelling against: being silenced Who’s shadow do they fight: a killer

Codename: Grim Mask: A pure black mask the covers the top hafe of the users face. Outfit: An oversized black sleeveless hooded shirt, a long torn black skirt that drags along the floor, no shoes. Weapon: Kusarigama (Long-ranged) | Scythe (close-ranged)

Persona: Dúlagar (death) Persona special move: Drop Dead (really small chance to one shot all enemies)

Name: Masami (成美) Hamasaki (浜崎) Gender: Female Age/Year: 28 during the events of the game | 29 Traits: protective, motherly, strict, intelligent  +Info: A strict teacher who usually doesn’t take crap from students, is the homeroom teacher for a third year class and teaches third year math. Arcana: Hierophant

Role: Support What their rebelling against: (I don't really know how to explain this? kinda limitations she have for being a teacher? like, don't hang out with your students outside of school, thats weird, don't get to personal with your students etc.) Who’s shadow do they fight: Their boss

Codename: Madre Mask: black mask the covers the top hafe of the users face, there's a white screen where red eyes show up Outfit: Black buttoned up long sleeved shirt, white trousers, red heels, a bright red tie and red gloves. Carries a red handbag filled with notes. Weapons: Throwing knives (long-rang) | Ruler (close-range)

Persona: Mama (Hierophant) Persona special effect: if a child (younger than 18) yells for help Mama will instinctively protect them from the next hit (makes it so the user can’t use Mama for a round). If the person is a first year or younger Mama will take a deadly hit for them (this will make it so the user can’t use mama for 4-6 rounds)

Name: Masahiko (正彦) Akiyama (秋山) Gender: Male Age/Year: 14 during the events of the game | 15 Traits: jumpy, shy, introverted, secretive. +Info: being the oldest out of his siblings his parents don’t pay him as much attention as they us to (he has 3 younger siblings, 1 younger half sibling and an adopted younger sibling) which has left him to become anit-social. Arcana: Strength

Role: Fighter What their rebelling against: Himself Who’s shadow do they fight: Bully

Codename: Lutadora Mask: A metal mask that covers the users face apart from their eyes. Outfit: Chainmail, different pieces of armour Weapon: Long bow (long-range) | Sword (short-range)

Persona: Guerriero (Strength) Persona special move: Charge (Guerriero charges full speed into the enemy. Lots of damage and chance of knocking them down, user wont be able to use Guerriero for one turn)

Name: Chihiro (千尋) Katou (加藤) Gender: Male Age/Year: 19 during the events of the game | 20 Traits: quite, loner, soft, determined +Info: A quite boy who did well in school who’s now helping out at a clinic (him being interested in science but mostly medication). He may be hesitant to talk and have a stutter, but he’s hell bent on helping people. Arcana: Moon

Role: Support (maps) What their rebelling against: others opinions

Codename: Seeker Mask: a silver mask that covers the outside of the users face, the rest of said mask is glass Outfit: a long white coat on top of a light grey buttoned up shirt, dark grey shorts and heeled black boots.

Persona: Ogen (Moon) Persona abilities: X-Ray (the users sees through walls to see if shadows are on the other side or not) | Examine (when reaching a new floor in mementoes, the users can examine the floor and inform the most likely levels and types of shadows you will find there.)

Name: Arata (新) Kurosawa (黒澤) Gender: male Age/Year: 17 during the events of the game | 18 Traits: keeps to himself, quite, polite, angry? +Info: he’s never seen without his best friend,  Arcana: Hanged man

Role: Fighter What their rebelling against: reality Who’s shadow do they fight: best friend

Codename: Seul Mask: A plain white mask that covers the users entire face Outfit: A black sleeveless turtle neck jumper, black trousers, black boots and black gloves. Weapon: darts (long-range) | knives (short-range)

Persona: Sospeso (hanged man) Persona special move: Sacrifice (the user takes decent damage to heal their teammates +ups their defence and attack) | Hang On A String (a small chance to almost one shot an enemy (leaving them on 1-10 health) the less overall health the enemy has, the higher chance of it working)

Name: Hayato (隼翔) Fujioka (藤岡) Gender: Male Age/Year: 16 during the events of the game | 17 Traits: Polite, friendly, kind, lonely +Info: A young boy that goes about his every day life with a smile on his face, just a kid that still has that childhood innocence. He does well in school and not many people hate him. Can’t really insult someone when all they do is ask if your alright and offer help. Arcana: Magician

and that took a day to type out. Holy crud. Now time to do the fanfic idea and then draw them-

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