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#𝟭 𝗙𝗮𝗻-𝗮𝗿𝘁/𝗔𝗿𝘁𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸

𝐌𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 ‘𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 || 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝟓 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲’.

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This is the first artwork I have made public as an example to what the Reader would dress like, with me as an example. I was skeptical on whether or not to post it here since I was not too into the results, but I figured why not. Maybe over time my skills will improve; making digital art is different compared to paper to me.

have you been doing alright lately? we haven't heard from you in a while

Oh, I’m fine. To be honest, I’ve just been taking time off from writing because of some writer’s block, unwillingly unmotivated to put thought into text, and other things in my personal life like my side job. I really do plan to get myself back into this blog and my Entwined Hearts story because I do have the same passion for them as when I first started. And that includes making those requests that haven’t been posted yet.

I won’t be inactive indefinitely, rest assured. When I come back I’ll be finishing Entwined Hearts’ chapter 16 first and then move on to write one of the requests. Though I can’t completely guarantee the plan will be followed through.

And thank you for the kind question.

Cafés & Intimate Moments

Fandom(s): Arsène Lupin - Maurice Leblanc/Persona 5

Arsène/Arsène Lupin x Fem Reader

Summary: It isn’t the coffee that makes this infamous gentleman thief come back again and again to the local café in town, but the cute owner that runs it. And true to his occupation, he doesn’t waste any time to state his goal.

Drabble

Content: Fluff, romance, established relationship, secret relationship, flirting, pining, cafés, coffee, coffee shops, café owner Reader.

Warnings: None.

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”Chérie,” Arsène lowly whispers in your ear, brushing a strand of hair away as he cradled you face in his hands.

You can’t help but lean into his warm touch, eyes closed as you soaked in his presence. The café was closed for the day, with dawn about to set in. It’s at that time where a particular thief comes to visit you. As guile and stealthy as ever, the man showed no skills of an amateur, making sure to not get caught during his routinely crusades.

The coffee you made for him earlier was almost empty, resting on the counter as he came around to stand with you. Despite the danger of possible arrest for associating with the notorious Arsène Lupin, more so having intimate relations, the two of you showed no care in the world.

Arsène goes to rub his nose with yours, the heat of his coffee breath fanning your flushed cheeks. “Vous avez ce monsieur amoureux de vous, mon doux propriétaire.” [1.]

”Tant qu'il n'y a que moi, mon voleur sournois.” [2.] you quietly respond, lips now brushing his.

“Juste toi, trésor.” [3.] Arsène soon closes the gap between your lips, enveloping you in the taste of the sweet coffee you made him.

𝖤𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝖳𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇:

[1.] “𝖵𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗓 𝖼𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗎𝗑 𝖽𝖾 𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌, 𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗎𝗑 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖾́𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗋𝖾.” (𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗍𝗈𝗋.)

[2.] “𝖳𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗊𝗎'𝗂𝗅 𝗇'𝗒 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗂, 𝗆𝗈𝗇 𝗏𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗈𝗂𝗌.” (𝖠𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖾, 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖾𝖿.)

[3.] “𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗂, 𝖳𝗋𝖾́𝗌𝗈𝗋.” (𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖳𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾.)

𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

Fandom(s): Persona 5

P5 Protagonist/Joker x Fem Reader

P5 Protagonist/Joker x Sumire|Kasumi Yoshizawa/Violet

Summary: Sumire knew that she was only fooling herself from seeing the truth. Again.

One-shot

Content: Romance, unrequited love, unrequited crush, unrequited pining, angst, heartbreak, P5 Royal spoilers, established relationship, jealousy, unhappy ending.

Warnings: None.

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Sumire realized she fell in love with him after the events of Maruki’s palace when she came back to the realization of who she was, and what she was doing. It was just her, Joker, Crow, and you. You and the boys were able to defect against Maruki’s false reality, working together to change his heart and bring everything to normal. When that had gone sideways, leading to the truth of Sumire’s cognition being to parade around as her elder twin sister, Kasumi, her kidnapping by Maruki, her rescue, and her adjusting to being herself again after months of assuming a different identity.

She always thought you made a balanced trio. Joker and Crow always did have a rivalry that would never go away, but you’d be the one to mediate and dissolve any conflict between them. Sumire envied the maturity you had, how you knew how to handle people and situations while being such a capable fighter. In full honesty you both got along fairly well, but there seemed to be some tension between you that the redhead knew only existed because of her. And she had a feeling you were aware of that.

Akechi had also sensed it, watching your interactions. It was a skill of his, after all, he is a detective. Sumire could never tell with Akira, he always tended to keep a straight face all the time. Even when he told dry jokes and sarcastic remarks, never once did he crack.

”Th-Thank you, Joker.” Sumire says, back when she still called herself Kasumi, face flushed behind her mask as the noiret swooped in and pulled her away from a Shadow’s attack. Though that suddenly brought him to accidentally carrying her bridal style.

Joker responded with a nod to her. There was a warm feeling in her chest as she basked in the sensation of what it would be like to be in his arms.

”We need to get moving.” you cut in, tone empty as you walked, more like marched, passed them. Never once looking in their direction.

”I agree,” Crow voices as he followed after you. He gave Joker and Violet a side eye as he did.

The redhead turned to see the noiret’s gaze focusing on you. He immediately let her down, unexpectedly a bit rough, which startled her.

”Sorry about that.” he apologized before going after you and Crow. He knew that the young detective liked to rub him in when he could. And that included you when jealousy happened.

Violet was quiet as she trailed after the three of you. Watching how Joker’s hand reached and grasped the end of your sleeve. Not intertwining hands, but an action showing his reassurance in a gentle and slow way.

Violet hated how unnerved she felt when she saw you let Joker come closer as you both walked.

It was different with you. Akira’s expression would melt into a softer, more fonder look when you were in his sight. She could see it in the way you both fought together, the grace and strength shared between you as you took down Shadows. How he’d reach out for you in case there was any danger. And the time when the gymnast saw him kiss the back of your hand like a gentleman. Rubbing a red gloved thumb over your knuckles as he stared at you like you were all that mattered.

Sumire wanted to believe that it was all because of his alter ego, where the typical quiet and level headed Akira turned into the bold and charismatic Joker of the Phantom Thieves. She felt a connection with him when they began their friendship during the school cleanup. Akira was kind when talking to her, helping her fend off against a man who didn’t take no for an answer, who wanted to learn some gymnastic tricks, who would hear her out when she needed it, who cared even if she wasn’t her twin sister, Kasumi. Just plain ordinary Sumire Yoshizawa who loved Akira Kurusu, and she was only fooling herself to thinking that maybe a small part of him reciprocated her feelings.

”Are you alright, Sumire?” Akira asked, tilting his head at her. He was still in his green apron, working alone at Leblanc. The place wasn’t really busy, only Sumire who sat at the counter as a customer.

“Oh, I’m fine Senpai!” she brushed off quickly. “I was just lost in thought is all!”

He lets out a nod in response, going over to dry some of the mugs. She found it nice to see him work.

”Hey Joker!” Morgana called out, coming down the stairs. “Lady (Y/N) left a text for you.”

The noiret turns his head to the feline, stopping his task. “What’d she say?”

”She wanted to know if your study date is still on.” answered Morgana as he leaped onto the counter.

”Then I’ll let her know.” says Akira before looking to Sumire. “Do you mind watching the café for a second? There aren’t any customers right now but just in case…”

”It’s no trouble at all!” the young gymnast replied, shaking her head. “I’d be happy to.”

“Thanks.” he voiced appreciatively, going up the steps.

”Young love, right?” the black cat spoke to her while staring at the staircase. “I swear this guy is ridiculously whipped. You should see him when he calls her. He gets that dopey smile on his face.”

”Ah…” Sumire trails off, a wavered grin spreading her lips. “They fit together, don’t they?”

”You have no idea.” Morgana sighed out, tired of always being the one to see the sappiness of your relationship.

Sumire’s chest feels tight, causing her hand to go over it, gripping the fabric of her shirt.

When the redhead found out she was falling for the leader of the Phantom Thieves of Hearts, it made her try to act braver with her actions, hoping he’d pick up on it. But she knew it was pointless when all he saw was you. Who easily touched Akira like second nature, holding hands, caressing his arm, standing side by side. And he did the same, wrapping an arm around your waist when a Shadow went to strike you, how open and comfortable he was with talking to you. He showed a more bolder part of himself, flirting and giving you more of his attention.

When Sumire was in her thief getup, she almost thought she saw his eyes trail over her thighs, bare from the black leotard and boots. It made her flush when she thought about it.

She wasn’t really one of them, a member of his group. Though she was always welcomed to help them out. Violet had a fluttery sensation in her chest when she noticed how much she and Joker matched in their outfits: three long black tailcoats, red gloves, reverse coloured masks. She wondered if that was such a coincidence.

Then she’d see you and realize it wasn’t just them. Your attire complimented well with his just as much as hers. Sumire remembers how Ann would tease how you and Akira were like a couple. Ryuji would join in, and Haru would fawn over how you behaved as one. Sumire wanted to consider it all playful banter, however the tightness in her chest said otherwise. Sumire suddenly felt a spike of knots in her stomach when thinking of you. You, who stood confidently and unwaveringly at her Senpai’s side. The upperclassman who gave her his nonjudgemental attention, who mundanely encouraged her with the same words to cheer her up over her so called ‘funk’ throughout their hangouts. The person she deceived the most when parading around as her sister. Even now, Sumire showed no interest in forming any attachments with his friends; especially you, his girlfriend, outside the Metaverse. She would be lying if she said you and his team were company she wanted to be around. When all the first-year really wanted was his focus to be solely on her.

She soon came to finally understanding what it was that she felt towards you. Resentment. Loathing. Jealousy. Bitterness. It shocked her to say the least, but deep in her gut she knew it made sense. Whether it was playing as the perky and bold Kasumi or the attention-seeking and meek, yet real Sumire, her hatred for you was true. And for the Persona-user of Cinderella of all people, the redhead was far from sweet and innocent as she behaved who was unluckily mistreated by those around her.

Sumire wore a mask to hide as Cinderella did when she attended the ball to meet her prince. No body was ever personally cruel to the gymnast, her parents were kind and good to her, her sister was just being the natural tender older sibling. Taking the lead in choosing her clothes and everything else because Sumire let her. But the redhead despised it all deep down.

She felt unsatisfied, unsatisfied with what she had and wanted more for herself. To be in the spotlight, standing 1st place as she waved to the crowd, for her classmates to shower her in praises for her hard work, for her parents’ to have their breaths taken away with her performances. And out of all of them, to have Kasumi be sidelined for once in her life so she could see that her little sister could be above her in the passion they shared.

No one in Sumire’s personal life treated her less, but she turned it as such to settle her greed and inferiority complex. So it might quench the possible guilt she might feel as it grew into something she couldn’t pretend didn’t exist. It caused her to go through a muddle of confusion. Was she really remorseful for the twin she loved or… for being the cause of her death..? Did she even love her enough when she was still here?

During the time Kasumi lived all Sumire could feel was envy and spite. And maybe even now after Maruki’s Palace disappeared when the Phantom Thieves’ were victorious, it hadn’t gone away. Just like her hidden grudge against you. Honestly, Sumire was seriously surprised that she didn’t have her own Palace, even more so when Akechi suspected her to be the final Palace Ruler instead of Maruki. That had to all be because of her being under the counselor’s influence, right..?

Going to the park, she learned the hard truth. The first-year was frozen in place when she saw Akira lean down to you, a deep kiss shared between you. You had one hand tangled in his messy black locks, the other over his neck. While his was around your waist, the other on the small of your back.

Sumire felt like she couldn’t move, her heart seemed to plummet to the ground. Luckily, she was not in both of your lines of vision. Things would’ve been more awkward if she was. The redhead was close enough to where she could hear the words Akira was saying to you.

”I love you, Treasure.” the noiret said, voice entirely sincere as his face was inches away from yours. With him pushing a strand of hair away from your face.

The pet name struck a hit to Sumire. How funny was that, a thief who steals Treasures in the Metaverse calling a lover that. That proved how much Akira felt for you.

A giggle escapes you as he nudges his nose against yours. “Always a charmer, huh?”

”Only for you.” he grins.

Finally, Sumire’s body was able to move, and she didn’t hesitate to run off in her previous direction. Who was she kidding? She never stood a chance, and she felt horrible that she was trying to push you apart when you’ve loved each other before she even came into the picture.

Once Sumire had stopped, she rested her hands on her knees as she panted. “Why do I keep doing that?” she whispers to herself. “Wanting something that isn’t mine to take…”

First Kasumi’s spotlight, now Akira himself? Sumire put her hands to her face, feeling her eyes water and her breathing hitch. Her heart sinking and turning as she thought back to the memory of you two. All the signs were there, yet she chose to blindly ignore them all, just like with Kasumi, her coach, her parents, everyone from her life. You didn’t deserve to be hurt all because she was greedy and selfish and petty. She really had it coming, so the throbbing ache in her heart was fitting for trying to steal Akira from you. And Sumire has to come to terms with the fact that he’ll never love her the way he does for you and the way she does him.

By the Hearth

Fandom(s): Persona 5

P5 Protagonist/Joker x GN Reader

Summary: You and Ren cozy up near the fireplace.

Drabble

Content: Fluff, romance, established relationship, cuddling, snuggling, fireplaces, hot chocolate, blankets, soft Joker.

Warnings: None.

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There’s a calmness that stills you over the silent atmosphere, all except for the crackling of wood and fire. Your body is warmed up from your pyjamas, and the blanket wrapped around your back. Taking a sip from your mug, you let out a soft sigh. You weren’t going to be moving from your sitting position in front of the fireplace anytime soon.

The press of a heated body against you is now apparent, with an arm curling around your waist to hold you more firmly. The man lets out a gentle hum as he rests his cheek on the side of your head. The two of you shared the big blanket together, choosing to take the time to relax over the cold weather outside.

Slowly turning your head, you gaze over Ren’s handsome features. The fire from the hearth reflected some light on his face. His pitch black hair was as messy and curly as ever. Though the fake glasses he usually wore were removed, showcasing his strikingly gray eyes more visibly. You thought Ren was charming with or without them.

There’s a softness that graces your lover’s expression, one serene that was filled with contentment. An obvious contrast from his usual poker face around others.

Feeling your stare, Ren looks down to greet you with a gentle smile. Setting his own cup of hot chocolate down, the noiret goes to nuzzle your temple with his nose.

You lean further into him, going so close as to resting your face against his chest, arms wrapped around him. With the steadiness of Ren’s heartbeat reaching your ear, soothing your being.

You could stay like this for hours, covered in each other’s warmth without a problem for the cold or a single worry in the world. And Ren is more than willing to oblige.

Blog Rules

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All requests are welcome, for both users and anonymous requesters. This post delves into more detail of what you should be aware of when making requests and what I write.

Rules:

You can make a request for any character from my main masterlist.

Type of request needs to be stated: one-shots, drabbles, mini-series, headcanons, prompts (otherwise I will decide upon myself).

Gender of Reader needs to be stated: female/gender neutral (otherwise I will decide upon myself).

Characters are aged up(teen/adult) for NSFW(sexual content). Fiction is not real life(unexpected pregnancies, diseases, etc).

NSFW(sexual content) is specifically for female Reader. I am open to anything so long as it’s non of the following: rape, inflicted by drugs/alcohol, cheating/infidelity/adultery, degradation, harm to partners, cruelty in general, things like that. I can do very mild dubious consent, it’s a bit of a gray area. But real consent will still be shown through.

No requests for angsty endings for Reader, or the downfall of her/their relationship. I do that to other characters/minor pairings, who aren’t going to deter Reader’s romance. There is hardly any who writes these reverse scenarios, as Reader usually takes the brunt of the heartbreak, so that is an example of angst I will write.

Requests will most likely be posted on my other accounts (AO3, Wattpad, Quotev), be sure to specify if you’d like your requests to remain on my Tumblr only. Of course users and anonymous requesters will be credited for their own ideas that I wrote for them.

Fulfilling requests do take time, so please be patient with me for when I post them. My attention is divided between my personal life, my full story/ies (ex. Entwined Hearts), and making these kinds of works.

As for prompt requests: specified sentences for the character/Reader to say, and the short scenario of what they will be doing as the plot.

More rules could be added for better understanding.