Hello there! May I request a small scenario in which Akira's s/o is a Persona-user as well and the first time they got to see Akira in action with Arsene, they sort of geeked out over the two of them? Reason being, s/o was an avid reader and their favorite book series was about the original gentleman thief Arséne Lupin. (S/O would probably attempt to hug the menacing looking Persona tbh- S/O stop- He isn't the real Arséne-)
Hello! TBH I’d be so down to hug
too. *_* Sorry if this isn’t small enough, I had a bit too much fun with this cute request lolol. Enjoy!!
Edit: When will I stop forgetting gifs. orz
The colossal castle appeared increasingly more grim when accompanied by the dim, amethyst illumination of the hazy moonlight. S/O was well aware of the corruption that had lodged itself in the Metaverse; however, they had great difficulty in growing accustomed to such repulsive displays of desire. Can these adults really claim the title of ‘human’ even after being tainted by this excessive distortion…?
A squeeze from a crimson gloved hand snapped S/O out of their trance, and they locked eyes with their partner-in-crime.
“Are you ready?” he inquired; the fierce glint of determination in his jet-black eyes contradicted his gentle tone of voice.
S/O nodded. “Lead the way, Joker.” The beloved leader smiled, and after giving their hand a final squeeze, Joker charged forward with S/O at his heels.
S/O had to admit that they were a trifle nervous; this was their first mission with Joker, and they were doubtful that they could exceed his expectations. However, their thief garb instilled a kind of rebellious confidence in them that they wouldn’t ordinarily have in reality, so they cast aside their uncertainty and reasserted their focus.
The two lurked in the shadows and fused with the darkness as they explored the crude castle. Eventually, they stumbled upon an enemy hindering their way forward; hence, Joker flashed the signal for an ambush to S/O, then he pounced at the Shadow from the rear and tore the mask from its face, thereby revealing its genuine form. S/O had no time to be impressed; the duo was now engaged in combat.
S/O attacked first, grasping their mask with a leer as cyan flames erupted from it and lapped at their leather-covered hand. “Persona!” they exclaimed, and the trickster within them manifested to deal massive damage.
Joker smirked from their eagerness, and he refused to resist the compulsion to show off in front of S/O. Truthfully, he had already encountered this particular opponent; therefore Joker knew it’s weakness was curse magic, so he called upon…
“Arsène!” Joker’s powerful voice was like thunder as the gentleman thief evinced himself and cast a hex on the Shadow. S/O’s eyes widened with recognition, but Joker commanded them to join him for an All-Out Attack, so they obliged and the foe had been obliterated.
“Joker!” S/O called as they dashed toward him. “W-was that Arsène?! The
Arsène?! From the novels?!” They clung onto his scarlet hands, and desperation was laced in their voice. “C-Can I talk to him? Please?”
Joker was speechless for a moment, but a twinkle of amusement danced in his onyx eyes as he chuckled, “I believe he’s the one you should be asking.”
Without further ado, Joker summoned the notorious phantom thief of legend. S/O warily approached the Persona, then they outstretched a gloved hand. “I-it’s nice to meet you, A-Arsène. I-I-I’m a big fan,” they stuttered, eliciting an expression of adoration from Joker; S/O was unbelievably cute from his perspective.
questioningly peered at Joker as he descended from his former levitation and gently clasped S/O’s hand to shake it. “P-perhaps I should take this time to clarify that I am not the genuine
Arsène. I am a mere figment of imagination, my dear.”
“M-my dear?” S/O repeated dreamily, a rosy flush brightening their cheeks.
“You can hug him if you like,” Joker chimed, his tone laden with mischief.
glowered at him as he scolded, “Now just hold on a minute, boy-” The Persona was interrupted by a pair of arms snaking around his waist, and he peeked down at the blushing thief before him. His gaze softened as he tenderly pat S/O’s head. “Perchance, should you ever desire to speak with me, I shall graciously indulge you with the charming tales of my triumphant excursions. Would that prove sufficient, my dear?”
S/O peered up at him with stars in their eyes. “Y-yes, sir! Thank you!”
gently detached himself from S/O and delicately pressed the back of their hand to his mouth, imitating a kiss. “Until we meet again, darling.”
With a flash of electric blue flame the gentleman thief vanished, leaving S/O alone with Joker. They pivoted toward him, quite dazed and flustered. “J-Joker… oh my god. Is this real? D-did I just meet…?“ They shook their head in an attempt to dispel their reverie. “Actually being able to summon one of the most infamous tricksters… you’re incredible, Joker.”
The Phantom Thief bashfully rubbed the nape of his neck. “It’s nothing. Just let me know if you ever want to chat with him. Although, I may get a bit jealous,” he teased as he tugged S/O closer to him.
A giggle bubbled out of them .“Don’t worry; my heart has already been stolen by my favorite gentleman thief.” S/O pecked Joker’s lips, and a rosy hue dusted his cheeks for the duration of the couple’s infiltration.
You brought Kenshin the sweet sake that he now requested nightly. He was reading some war papers as you entered, his brow scrunched. His eyes flicker up to yours, a smile spreading across his face. He beckons you to him, opening his arms wide. As you are setting down the tray, he pulls you into his lap. The blush is high on your cheeks as he looks down at you, his eyes upturned and a giggle escaping his mouth. He envelops you in his embrace rocking you side to side in his loving embrace. He pours himself some of the sweet sake and takes a sip before turning to you and latching his lips to yours. He dips his tongue into your mouth, transferring the sweet liquid. You’re breathless as he pulls away, smirking.
Kenshin took you to go view the cherry blossoms. The two of you were sat in a field of beautiful blooming flowers, deciding to stay away from all of the crowds. You shared dango and other sweets as the wind cooled the hot pinch of the sun on your skin. Full and content, you start nodding off, your head lolling onto Kenshin’s shoulder. When he notices, he gives you a loving gaze before softy pushing you onto the soft, pillowy grass. His arms snake around your pinched waist, your head resting on his strong arm. One hand gently cards through your silky hair, as the other traces a line up and down your spine. You nuzzle into him unconsciously, the wind chilling your inanimate body. He can only smile gently at you as he holds you closer.
You had just given birth to your first child. He had a tiny fluff of blonde hair and bright blue eyes. They looked just like him, but he wasn’t here to see them. He was at war. Such an uncertain place for the one you love. He promised you that he would be home soon. So you waited and waited, watching your son grow accustomed to life with a loving eye. When Kenshin returned, you walked to him slowly, careful of the small bundle in your arms. Kenshin walks up to you slowly, his eyes locked on your bosom, on his child. You see the tears welling up in his eyes as his trembling hand reaches out to ruffle the small child’s hair. You hear him gasp and your eyes lock on his as the tears spill out of his wide eyes. He does not try to wipe them as he envelopes you into a hug, careful of the bundle of joy safe between you two. He presses his forehead to yours, his lips to your cheek. “I love you so much. Thank you for giving me a family.”