Fate Imagines !

You were just the health rep, for fuck’s sake, and you didn’t get paid or anything as a student. Miyamae-san and her acrylic nails could go die after volunteering you in her stead so she could go people-watching. The fight was immediately broken up, with Shizuka snarling and scowling like an irate dog, and Fujimaru-san had a dismayed, puppy-like expression on his face. 

Huh. He had green eyes? Unusual.

(”Knock it off, Shizuka.” You intone coolly as you stand up from your seat. “I’ll take you to the infirmary, so stop attempting to start a fight with Fujimaru-san.”

“He clapped me out of nowhere!” Shizuka snarls, advancing towards you. You stare at him unflinchingly, reminding yourself that this was a school and you couldn’t beat the shit out of him and his posturing posse unless you wanted an expulsion. Not that you could even land him a punch that hurt, probably. "Then I suppose that should teach you to startle people by smacking them on the shoulder.” You reply dryly, snapping your novel shut. “It’s not the first time this happened either, with the entire hot water bottle thing in Home Economics.”

This breaks the tension in the class, and some even laugh outright. You sigh and hook an arm around Shizuka’s burlier one. (You don’t see him flush.) “Let’s go. You too, Fujimaru-san. Let’s have a look at your hand.”

There is a note of surprise in his face, and he nods, dumbfounded, as if he has witnessed something miraculous. You berate them on their behavior the entire walk to the clinic, though you go a bit easier on Fujimaru because--well, there’s something off about him. 

Those reflexes, and the way he carried himself, was not normal. And you did so love puzzles.)

Shizuka has been talking to you after that incident, instead of parading around school with his Girlfriend of the Month. It sucks because the conversation is awkward, but it’s good because it keeps the chattier ones away, giving you more time to read. Well, everyone Except for Fujimaru-san who has been tailing after you like a lost puppy.  You have absolutely no idea what you did to earn such an adoring look, but by christ almighty, it made you kind of uncomfortable. So on a whim, you sigh and snap your novel of the day shut, and turn to him with tired eyes. “Fujimaru-san?”

He perks up (like a puppy, you note), and beams. Urgh. “Yes? Did you need anything?” Your mouth opens, closes, opens, and you shut it with a click of your teeth, and sigh. “I don’t know how to phrase this, but the hell are you looking at me like that for?”

He tilts his head, bangs flopping over his eyes. “Like?” You motion vaguely. “Like that. I dunno. Like I’m some grail maiden bearing the Holy Grail and the Lance of Longinus to Camelot on a unicorn or something.”

He gives you an odd, owlish look. “Arturia didn’t mention anything about Unicorns in Camelot, though?” You blink again. “Fujimaru, it was a metaphor.” And who the hell was Arturia? Who even names their child an odd, bastardized female version of Arthur?  “O-Oh!“ he laughs, embarrassed. “I-I’m sorry, I haven’t--“ he inhales, and you notice his hands shaking. “I haven’t been able to have a conversation like this in a while.“ he mutters something under his breath, and he smiles back at you, with something in his eyes.  

Huh. Troubled past, maybe? Your eyes flicker with analytical curiosity, before the same is shoved and cataloged away for future use. “Then we should just keep talking until you get used to it again.” You retort with soft haughtiness. “I dunno what’s your deal, but everyone here thinks you’re odd.” (And it isn’t your imagination when the air grows colder, and a few extra eyes feel like they bore into you with danger. You shrug it off and continue.) “’ms'rry.“ Fujimaru Ritsuka retorts as he sinks into himself, and there is something that rises in you as you look at his posture with indignant eyes. (He looks small, defeated, and it is an odd thing for you to see.)

So, this is very late. I know. Thank you so much for being with us for the past few years. It has been a good run with all of you. But due to our circumstances, we might need to keep this blog on indefinite/partial hiatus.

Reasons for Mod Avenger imposing the Hiatus being: 

I wish to pursue Law, and it requires study and understanding of deep words, as well as concentration on it. The reasons I want to do so are deeply personal and I am very determined (tho very nervous) to get into LLB. 

Sadly, my interest in FGO has,,,waned over the years. While I still love franchise lore and characters, overall, I just can’t find any motivation to write for them much anymore. I may pop out a few drabbles here and there in here or maybe open the ask box over some time, but that should be it.

I can’t speak for Mod Ruler, as  she may have her own duties in her own place at home, but I think, for now, this indefinite hiatus is needed for all of us to focus on more important things. Who knows? Maybe if I finish LLB, I might lift the hiatus up again!

Thank you all so much for sticking/following/and running with this chronically late and silly imagines blog. Your support is (and will always) mean the world to us.

Beowulf 

He’s terrifying. He cages you behind him like some terrible beast guarding a princess in a tower. Of course you are; to him you are kind, your songs like nectar from a flower. He wants to be the only one listening to them, they’re all taking advantage of you that’s why–

You need to be safe. Absolutely. His intentions are pure, all he wants to do is keep you away from conniving servants, those mages who look at you like a lab specimen, your parents who look at you and no longer see their child but a battle-worn soldier, everyone.

Keeps you in line with threats. It’s just verbal at first. Then it escalates when he hits you one day. You look at him with so much hurt and while he hates it, Beowulf notices that it keeps you so much more in line. It helps him keep you in line.

Soon you’ve got a pavlovian condition where the slightest tensing of his arm makes you flinch, as you know what usually happens after that. If you were so docile, maybe we wouldn’t have to be ths way, he thinks. But now, you’re safe. Nobody can do anything to you now. N o on e. 

Merlin

Merlin keeps his S/O in line by eternal sleep. That’s the last resort. Second is paranoia, just enough for them to only turn to him, and first, nightmares. 

He gives his S/O nightmares of everything they fear. Maybe everyone leaving them for a better, stronger master. Maybe their family locked away by the Clock Tower, their lineage opened and examined. Maybe this time, the clock tower cuts you up and examines every vein and cell. 

In those dreams, Merlin makes sure he is the one who saves you. All the time. The Cycle repeats until you can’t tell apart reality from dreams anymore. You’re erratic. Pushing everyone away. Mashu is concerned, but she doesn’t understand. Only Merlin does.  

You sleep more and more with Merlin. He covers you up and makes you dream of a world where everything is soft, and whatever you want it to be. A Pokemon adventure? You become a Master with Merlin! Fantasy? Both of you travel! and your dreams turn into days and days turn into years and years turn into decades and decades into centuries but that’s okay! Merlin is with you so (WAKE UP)

“You don’t need to wake up, my little dove. Stay here f or re ver.”  

Proto Cu

Okay, so Proto Cu is the younger version of Fate Cu. He has Emer. And Yet Emer can’t hold a candle to you, and neither does Fand, the fairy woman Emer was ever jealous of, who was able to charm Cu. 

Cu is chill! That’s a fact. But he gets unnecessarily riled up when you’re involved in the conversation. When other eyes stray to you, be immediately slips between you and them, arm around you and smiling with thinly veiled malice. 

He’s one of the more healthier yandere, tbh. Cu is confident in his abilities and looks, so he’s  fairly lenient on his victim S/O. He just comes off as territorial, and somewhat aggressive when another takes interest in his S/O.

But when he snaps, say goodbye to the outside world for months at a time. He’s your only companion now. Keep your eyes and hands on him so Cu might forgive you and let you out again. 

Enkidu is subtle about their Yandere tendencies, because they are subtle about their emotions in general. Though they are noticeably nicer to the object of their affections, and snarky to anyone else.

You always seem to have eyes on you, and because of Enkidu’s shape-shifting they can do just that; spy on you as some inanimate object or disguised as someone you’re more comfortable with.

They always notice Gilgamesh being so mean to you. He was their best friend, but something inside him snaps whenever they see this occurring. Enkidu has gone out of their way to threaten Gilgamesh more than once.

It all comes to a head one day when Enkidu sees their Master cry because of Gilgamesh’s temper. You hear a furious roar, followed by a gentle, “Don’t look.” Before noises of slaughter filled the void. You passed out from fright soon after.

You wake up and you’re in a place you don’t recognize; a blank field with flowers and bright grass. Your head is in Enkidu’s lap. You ask them what happened and why you’re there, but they simply shush you and tell you that no one will ever hurt you.

They’ve been counting, from the harshest of insults thrown your way to well-meaning quips, all of them were from people who had slowly disappearing from your life.

Romani and Merlin often argue on who saw you first. It seems cute at first glance, but then they both have (had, in Romani’s case) Clairvoyance: they’ve been using their eyes since time immemorial and even before you were actually “here” to watch over you, all times of the day. 

Merlin has seen you reincarnate and be born for over the course of a few thousand years, and it has driven him half-mad. He sees you through the windows of the accursed tower he was sealed in, and he just wants to reach over and slide his palm over your back, watch you sleep, and just cage you down beside him as you slept, sweet and small like a tiny dove--

He’s sent love letters in the form of dreams, and he does it every time Samhain or your birthday rolls around, and sure, you forget as you go through the day, but he sees you looking over your shoulder, and Merlin grins because he knows that you feel that he’s there. 

And if he knows that if those he had slept with over the years were like tangy apple juice or citrus orange, then if he had you, Merlin was certain you would taste like ambrosia. Or maybe the mead served in Tir na nOg, and he would definitely certainly unavoidably taste it at some point, mark my words, beloved one it’s your fate and we will be bound over and over and over again

As for Romani, if he was a Yandere, then did you think him being summoned as Maris Billy’s servant was a coincidence? No. Of course not. This was all God’s plan, and he would finally see you after years and centuries and all those lives of waiting, longing, pining, and and--

 He needs to be human, of course. as sure as he was that it would help the shock-and-awe factor to appeal to you that he was the King of Magecraft, he didn’t need you shying away from him. Romani (Solomon) wanted you close, and he would do any means to achieve that goal. The downside is that he has to save the world before meeting you. Bummer. 

Solomon (King of Magecraft)

He is disoriented, confused, and very, very surprised. He was--supposed to have been nonexistent, all his records from the Throne of Heroes wiped, and with never a chance to be called again.

Solomon is knocked out of his shock by an armful of crying master sobbing incoherent noises (and staining his robes with snot and tears), and embracing him like a particularly friendly cobra.

He feels his eyes going moist, and his lip trembles. Solomon embraces the crying master as they fall into a pile in the summon circle, and others soon crowd around them. Solomon mumbles apologies and affectionate words in Hebrew as he comforts the ball of sad master in his arms.

It takes a lot of time to get used to the fact that he is no longer the one running Chaldea, but Solomon becomes something of a consultant in the running of the Organization, and he now has free time to pursue other hobbies. Like baking. And no, he did not eat the rest of the black forest cake, so stop looking at him with those accusing eyes, EMIYA.

Tiamat (Femme Fatale)

The similarity between her and Solomon is that they are both disoriented and confused. The difference is that Tiamat may have the possibility of lashing out if she is startled or if she feels threatened by the Master’s companions or the Master themselves.

If the Master makes an effort to appeal to Tiamat, she might open up bit by bit. Despite her somewhat twisted origin of regression, she still has the deposition of a “mother” as she was the beast slain and used to create the world in Mesopotamian Mythology. 

If she dislikes the Master, or if she feels that the hostility present towards her outweighs the goodwill, Tiamat might instigate another absolute demon battlefront on the spot. She is more of instinct than intelligence as a concept. 

If she does ally herself with the master, Tiamat will be the Nuclear Bomb of all nuclear bombs. If anyone shows the slightest intent of harming her master, Tiamat will strike them down with no regard to surroundings or harm she may cause. After all, as a Mother, it is her solemn duty to protect her child, right? 

Goetia (King of Humans)

Panic.Absolute pandemonium and panicked shouts through the entirety of Chaldea, and the Master is frozen where they stand. Goetia stares them down and is unsurprised when the master steels themselves after a few seconds’ time and summons their servants behind them. 

After the initial panic, everything is...incredibly awkward. The master of course, has welcomed him (albeit a bit hesitantly, but still with a smile), and the other servants are wary of him.  

It would take a lot of time for everyone to open up to Goetia, even if the master would trust him already. It’s no wonder as his actions had caused a horde of events to snowball into inter-spatial and chronological  disasters that everybody had to clean up after. 

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is into oral, and he’s both okay with giving or receiving. This man’s gonna eat you out like a five-star dining course given to a starving man

will give lots and lots of kisses and pecks during intercourse, and he’s just murmuring praises about how well you’re taking him in yes, you’re such a sweet little thing, just a bit more, my love 

For the next batch of asks: we have chosen the Yandere tag: A.K.A. for every ask put in for any character at all, it will have Yandere elements. For those willing to participate / send in requests, see the rules and warnings below!

Rules:

All characters of the FGO franchise will be written as Yandere in this event, with the exemption of Kiyohime, who will not be included, as she is already canonically a yandere.

The limit of characters one may ask in this event is THREE. Requests such as “The Knights of the Round” or groups of servants beyond three WILL BE DELETED. 

There may be no scenario requests present in this event. All requests will be defaulted to headcanons. Scenarios may be done via bullet-style exposition, but no actual paragraph-per-paragraph writing. If it DOES become good enough, we may consider rewriting it into a piece later.

Warnings:

THIS IS A YANDERE EVENT. I REPEAT, THIS IS A YANDERE EVENT. This means that anyone, I mean, anyone, uncomfortable with dark, mature, or suggestive themes such as drug use, kidnapping, manipulation, abuse, and etc. should WATCH THE TAGS. We will tag the triggers present and write it before the imagine, so please note them before you read. 

Any request that is not following the rules above will be deleted without question, and we will open the inbox again if that happens. 

If you did not heed warnings and sped on to reading instead of watching triggers and got something bad out of it, we are not held responsible. You have been warned, and you ignored it. It’s born from the result of your own actions.

Also, in no ways do we support these kinds of real life relationships in the Yandere Event. If you DO know someone or if you yourself are maybe in a relationship with such telltale signs, please ask for help.

Anyway, I think that’s all! thank you so much for your support: it means so much to us, and I hope you enjoy this event!

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Is very soft?? Like, ofc he’s had women in his life, but Leonidas is going to be so damn considerate and is basically going to tell you “If you feel uncomfortable, you can say stop” like, consent y’all. A round of applause. 

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Barebacking kink because he just loves to bury his face on his S/O’s shoulders? This man is a huge fluff underneath those tough berserker screams and muscles 

Also praise kink and just goes “you’re so sweet, my darling” and oh boi, he actually throws the praises out like Halloween candy?

Chiron

he can’t can’t can’t really believe this is happening. This was not the first time that someone he had cared for (his pupils, his children all his dearest of all) had been struck down. 

This guy will (most definitely) be attempting to drag them over to the nearest servant with healing abilities, or to the critical emergency bay by hook or by crook. 

The world slows and everything fades into a distant murmur when Nightingale announces that they’re dead on arrival. And no, what are you talking about, they’re just sleeping right? Look at them, so precious and clear like a child, sleeping.

Chiron really can’t believe this. Of course, it isn’t the first time he’s lost something or someone, but this is the first time that he has broken a promise. 

He equals his love to the ability of protecting his loved one, and he failed: and to him, that was the worst thing of them all.

Merlin

Attachments aren’t really Merlin’s thing, as seen in Babylonia’s chapter. He’s more of an “I’m here for the ride” character. So in short, it really takes a lot in a person to tie Merlin down enough to care. 

after the devastation, Merlin can be seen within the mountains of bodies, carrying a body, lovingly bundled up in his cloak, and he has this oddly unbalanced look on his face. Oh yes, he knows they’re gone, but that doesn’t change things! This is just a body: a proper burial should suffice!

Everyone offers condolences, taking his uncanny smiling as a facade. But the Knights of the Round know better. His smile was unnatural. Almost warped even. 

After Salomon, Merlin is gone, vanished, even. Not a trace remains, not even in Chaldea. Others surmise that he might have gone back to Avalon, with all the events that have passed. Others say that he might have finally joined his deceased one in the Isle of Apples. 

He is in Avalon, watching the world. He sees you, all of the “you” that has been alive and well in the other worlds. A warped, sweet as apples smile spreads across his angelic face. Did you ever think that you could get away from him, even in death? Hah. No. Not  a chance. Not ever.

Ozymandias

Okay, let me start this heads down: Ancient Egyptians were hardcore metal. Of course, Ozymandias would be dramatically screaming his angst to the heavens, because no, not again I couldn’t protect again i’m so sorry nefertari I promised but I broke again im so so so--

He’s going to be down in the dumps for a while. Not even Gil can rile him up, and that’s saying something. But Ozymandias ain’t a pharaoh for kicks. 

When he gets over his grieving phase, this man is going to plot revenge against whatever or whoever the hell caused his s/o’s death. And it’s gonna be bombastic and showy as hell.

Of course, a quick death won’t suffice! He’d have the sphinxes maul them first, maybe? or with their feet tied to weights and sunk into a bottomless sea? basically, he’s be all up for suggestions. 

Ishtar

Sensual, really. it’s in the entire Goddess of Love/Sex package.

But oh boy, she’s still part Rin Tohsaka. Very much, a Rin Tohsaka.

So don’t expect her to initiate. Pride aside, Ishtarin is actually very hesitant due to her inner Rin and inner Ishtar values butting heads. In fact, taking a kiss by surprise will get you some cute reactions.

Except for the explosions. Or knee kick.

Jalter

Jalter is...prickly, to say the least. She thinks of herself as a fake (and wholly unneeded) shadow of Jeanne, so she’s plenty surprised when she’s gifted a kiss. 

She gets this lost puppy look on her face that’s a mix of surprise and is this really happening? And it makes you wanna hug her to death.

She denies ever liking it tho, but most smooches between both of ye are very vanilla, it’s so cute??

Like, quick pecks and eskimo kisses?  

Mordred

VOTED MOST LIKELY TO FLAIL AND SQUAWK LIKE A STARTLED BIRD WHEN KISSED

Mo does not know how to handle this. No, they don’t. She gets this thirty-second loading phase when she goes ??DIDD??? THEY JUST???KISS??ME???

And then realization sinks in then Mo’s face turns into a red tomato. Then they use their agility to sneak another peck at their S/O.

Case in point, Mordred is a sweet puppy and uses kisses as a way of affection?? Can go from steamy w tongue in private to really soft, cavity-inducing vanilla in public.

Nero

Basically, Ishtar but with no Rin. This Empress can walk up to you while you’re having a spirited conversation about quantum physics, yank you down for a quick or steamy (with extra tongue) smooch, and then chirp a greeting while walking away. 

LOTS AND LOTS OF STOLEN KISSES. Forehead, cheeks, eskimo, french, you name it. Nero seems to like forehead smooches that trace a crown around her head. 

Actually uses kisses as an energy counter. Basically “I’m low on S/O Energy, please smooch me at least N times to help me recover”

“I-I’m weak, really.” you begin, and you realize you’re beginning to babble. “I’ve  nothing to me, and I’m not a good runner--”

“You run well enough, when needed.” The behemoth of a man rumbles as he looks down to meet your eyes. “You’re human. We’re phantoms that cross the bridge of beasts and gods.”

"I have to be faster. Stronger." You reply, feeling frustration and a pinch of shrill panic seep into your voice. "I can't-- must not, be weak. I'm a master. The only master, and if I'm not good enough, strong enough, powerful enough--"

"Then we'll cover. For you." Beowulf rumbles, as his scarred hand (large and warm) reaches over and fluffs your hair into a mess. 

"We're here. You're young. You're supposed to be weak. We're old, mostly dead, and have a bone to pick." Beowulf pauses, and sighs. "Don’t think the others don’t know what you’re doing.”

You close your mouth so fast your teeth click. “I-I’m not--”

“Running in the winter will only give you a cold.” Beowulf replies, hand still heavy and warm on your head. “Patience. You’re learning, slow but sure.”

“I’m weak.” you retort, tears beading in the corners of your eyes, and you sniff. “So weak.” you pause, eyes lingering across the various bandages, plasters, and wounds that littered your body, some covered by the thick, warm wool of the standard master’s uniform. “I hate it. I’m not good enough back before--here, and now.” 

“Not good enough, may be true.” Your stomach plummets. Beowulf grunts, and turns you around, surprisingly gentle, like handling a baby chick. He steers you to walk with him down the hall. The storms outside the window are unforgiving: fast, and cold. Shadows of snowflakes dance across the hall.

“Not good enough, true.” Beowulf repeats, and cuddles you close, with a one-armed hug. “But good enough for something. See my scars? the King of the Cave has more-- so do others. We weren’t the best and strongest either.”

“Is-is being good enough okay?” you ask softly, plodding sullenly beside him. “Is being okay enough okay?”

“More than okay.” the blond behemoth, rumbles, pleased that you seemed to have gotten his point. “Let’s go see the amputation maniac nurse ‘bout your wounds, kid.”