CW: IMPLIED DARK THEMES. Stalking, secret identities, implied YANDERE vibes.
Phantom Thieves x GN!Hunter!Reader
Sorry for this random piece.
You are a Hunter tasked with monitoring the newest guests the master of the Manor invited, finding yourself drawn while posing as another Survivor in this game of predator and prey ...
Dear Detectives,
The Phantom Thieves of Hearts have arrived at the manor!
Have you met them yet?
Be prepared and be careful!
It's show time!
Never look down upon young high school students!
You may be shocked by their spectacular power.
The Phantom Thieves of Hearts, will not come for your fortune, but for your corrupt heart. If your name appears on their list, watch out, they will find you any time.
Keeping a watchful eyes on these Phantom Thieves of Hearts, cataloging a clues the Phantom Thieves have left behind in the manor and uncover their identities.
And yet, the more you watched them from afar, the more you liked what you saw.
Ren Amamiya — raiding the kitchen and improvising on making enough curry for the whole group.
You'd provide any necessary ingredients — secretly supplied by the master's seemingly endless benefactors and resources, becoming his impromptu assistant, even willing to be spoon fed to taste test his astounding meals to his inner delight.
Ryuji Sakamoto — The backyard was his track field as the former track athlete had to stay in shape, even even the endless foggy surrounding woods were creeping him out.
You testing his speed and endurance on top of goading him on into beating your own track record had him all fired up, even as you spotted his limp a mile away. And part of you finds yourself not wanting to push so far as to hurt himself. He was embarrassed by your worrying
Ann Takamaki — lounging in the parlor as she marvled at the spooky gothic aesthetics of the manor, eyeing the stylish outfits worn by some other survivors.
You couldn't help but oogle at her lovely beauty; like looking at an angel. And any survivors that were hitting on her too damn hard and got in her space ended up with you kicking them hard right in the crotch. Your protectiveness kinda turned her on.
Yusuke Kitagawa — sketching in the dining hall, his starving self needing sustenance to fill him up, waiting for his bespectacled confidant to finishing preparing dinner for later tonight.
The snacks gifted to you from the Master's holdings you never got around to finishing or even trying some of them you shared with the struggling artist. You even praising his unique sketching talents had him as puddy in your hands.
Makoto Nijima — The porch became her outpost. Taking deep breaths in and out, eyeing the grounds with weariness, pacing back and forth as she formulated plans to scope out the rest of this mysterious place.
She had you pinned down the moment she sensed eyes on her. It actually made your heart flutter from her inquisitive, fiery gaze. She was thrown off by you bowing to her like the Queen she is, earning your fear and respect straight away.
Futaba Sakura — the little hermit claimed one of the bedrooms as the group's hideout as she brought her very own laptop to understand these cognitive readings, all distorted, making it a challenge for the group hacker to figure out.
Your knocking on said door, excusing yourself, and poking your head in to see her had her literally chuck her pillows at you in defensive retaliation in evading her domain. The little gremlin munchkin bolted yelling for the whole manor to hear, you crumble by scaring the socially awkward girl, wanting tl be on sync with her and her unique weeb lingo.
Haru Okumura — tending to the garden in the attached greenhouse, nursing the wilted flowers back to health, giving them tender love and care.
But you know that beneath her sweet exterior, she is quite capable of being a worthy Hunter if she was interested. Otherwise, you best tred lightly, genuinely thankful for her green thumb and breathing life back into this greenhouse. Thanking her with a thornless stemmed rose.
Goro Akechi — his intuitive nature finding traces of scuff marks revealing the trap door hatch leading down into the hidden basement.
Like a bullet, you had each other pegged as shady, straight and to the point. Both of you being deceitful, two faced, and not being the friendly folk others are mislead into believing. He is curious, cautious and cute — too cute for his own goddamn good. He views you in the same light.
Kasumi Yoshizawa — The foyer became her dance hall as she did her stretches before going into her usual dance routines, covering the whole room in twirls, pirouettes, so many graceful moves from someone so refined.
You clap and applauded her as she finished, her humble bashful self emanated that gymnastics poise and suave. Yet you could see the chips in her own mask. The name she claimed as her own brings a certain static glitch in the system of reality. Identity crisis at its finest. Yet you still hold her atop a pedestal.
You know they're all internally biding their time as they explore and figure out the ins and outs of this manor and the supernatural elements that come with, planning their eventual escape from this practical parallel reality and back to their own.
Especially since they were currently searching high and low for their furry companion. Who was kept away along with the other survivor pets in their cages, awaiting the time for when the next Manor game takes place.
With your bulletin board in your room of their photos, the push pins, yarn lines connecting the dots, papers filled of scribbled notes about your prime targets. Targets that now own your worn out heart.
Believing — knowing — they have their own investigative bulletin board in their makeshift bedroom hideout. Your face shot in the dead center. You are a false ally, a potential enemy, yet a possible change of heart could come to be should push comes to shove.
The battle for hearts and minds has only just begun ...
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thinking abt future domestic shuake where akiren gently cradles/strokes the side of akechi’s face and akechi just has a genuine, complete, full-body and brain shutdown.
