Fandom Imagines

Also im sorry i didnt post in a while, im just plain bad at this smh, if college doesnt kill my face too much imma try finishing the shits I started lately :")

-Adra

Here I go, Team, continuing to write one shots I wasn’t asked to write!

- Mod Andy

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“They seem full of it, so NO. I mean, can you believe stuff like this? Get off your high horse? We aren’t on a high horse, are we [Y/n]?”

You could only yawn in response, watching Mishima’s brow scrunch, his face illuminated by the red glow of the Phansite. You could see the ocean of text reflected in his soft grey eyes, but even more noticable were the dark bags that were slowly etching their way under his eyes.

“Yuuki…” You mumbled out, and for the briefest of moments, his eyes flickered up to you before returning to skimming over Phansite comments. You looked back at your alarm clock, 2:56. He wasn’t planning on sleeping any time soon, was he?

“Better be arrested soon? [Y/n]...” He quietly whined. You clicked your tongue. Yeah, you were just about done with this for now. Quickly and quietly you snatched Mishima’s phone from him, before he could respond you glanced over it, rolling your eyes at some of the comments he was getting on the forum. Turning off his phone, you threw it off into the corner of the room, hearing a soft ‘thump’ as it fell into an old pile of clothing. “[Y/n]? What are you doing?” He asked, his voice soft.

Without another word, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him closer to you. He repeated your name again, but you simply dragged him down onto your bed. He let out a few more flustered noises, his face was warm, but you didn’t particularly mind.

The room had fallen silent, though you felt Mishima slowly drape one of his arms over your side. Yeah, this was nice. You could get used to something like this. The silver light of the moon pooled together with the amber glow of a nearby streetlight, both of them silhouetting him perfectly.

“Too much talk for one night Yuuki. Break time now.” You saw his lips twitch into a small smile. There was a certain amount of warmth that seemed to emanate off of him, but it was all the more comforting. He pulled you in closer to him as you nestled yourself into his chest. You could feel his fingertips play with some of the hairs at the back of your neck.

Many people had claimed he was a high maintenance boyfriend, but you never saw it that way at all. Yuuki was a simple boy, all he needed was someone who would love him, and would tell him that. Of course, there was also the element he would never bring up, but he also needed someone to keep him safe from himself.

He needed someone to keep him safe from nights like this where he would work on necessary Phansite maintenance all night without a break. Those were the nights where you did your job best.

Nights like these he wouldn’t be finding his phone again without you noticing, but he liked the nights like these. He liked being close, feeling your body against his. He liked your arms wrapped around his body and he liked holding you close. It made him feel like he was protecting you, like he made you feel as safe as a teen could be.

“Yuuki?” His curiosity was piqued as you shuffled from his hold and looked into his eyes.

“Yeah, what is it?” He asked, before receiving a quick but sweet peck to the tip of his nose.

Requests:

Assassin’s Creed

Not from the blog but the Fryeling thing

Not from the blog either but the angst to fluff thing

Danganronpa

Finish the theater AU ask

Souda, Izuru, Hajime, Nagito and Shuichi with the Ultimate Comforter S/O

“You’re not only cute, but a killer too? Neat.” for Souda, Nagito, Izuru and Kork

Spoilery “what are you going to do” prompt with Gonta and Ouma

Gonta/Hoshi/Fem!S/o with Gonta and the S/o taken hostage by the yakuzas

Sherlock

“Are you done being dramatic yet? I need some help over here.” John and Sherlock the drama qween

“But is it technically murder though? I feel like we can get around the whole murder thing.” Jim Moriarty

Non-Requests:

That one Alexios fic where it starts with him getting stabbed

That Helot fic I talked about some time not too long ago????

The inbox is still opened, short drabbles and one characters requests are highly encouraged! Also AC requests might get a priority but shush

Yall it’s been forever but my first semester is over and I have about a month free. I can’t promise anything but imma try to write up the things I can write in the inbox asap lol Mod Andy, this amazing binch that I love with all my heart, sent me Persona 5 for my birthday (Can you fucking believe this she’s so fucking amazing gods bless her we don’t deserve her) so that means I’ll start playing it as soon as I’m done with Odyssey~ 

Talking about that game, I’m currently doing the main quest in Beotia so I guess I could start trying to write characters from it and stuff, let’s say I can accept spoilers up until the moment you arrive in the Peloponese, but make sure to tag your spoilers, I’m trying to convince Mod Andy to start the AC games so let’s not spoil her on this, shall we? ;) So yep, that was my small update!

I am very well aware that this would be fan content of any kind, but there is the legend we tell here around Christmas and New Years eve and I always really loved it. While I’m working on some other fics, would anyone be interested in me retelling it to you guys?

I’ve taken time to sort of upload the blog on blogger. It’s accessible to everyone, no need for any kind of accounts, whether to consult it or to comment. We made a request form on docs for those who won’t have tumblr anymore or never even had it to begin with. Before anyone worry that we are leaving tumblr, we are in fact, not leaving, we will simply be managing two versions of the blog at once. Old request swill still have the priority, we’re not deleting them anyway. Anyhow, happy holidays!

-Mod Adrasthée

Ajsnsjsbdnsjs you're valid and your writing is valid too and we love you ❤❤❤

Fuck it I'm not writing a second intro to this, I got inspired by recent ac odysseg feels. Beware he angst. Its short. Nobody is ever named so not rly spoilery. Im so angry at tumblr mobile rn I want to throw my phone so I hope at least one person other than me is gonna reblog it bc I'm fucking done with nobody giving a fuck(tm).

-Adra

Ps: thanks to @gwen-the-assassin for beta reading me!

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Her body, laying on the ground, back pressed against the cold marble column. The last guard falling on the floor as he pulled his blade out of their body. Her, calling her name as she turned to her.

Nothing but silence to answer her call.

Him, shouting as his gaze followed her to the smaller form laying on the ground.

Nothing but silence to answer his shouts.

Her, kneeling beside the child, taking her in her arm, tearing up as she whispered her name. Him, staring in shock, trembling ever so slightly, tears welling up in his eyes.

Their heart; breaking, shattering in pieces, reduced to dust at the sight of their friend, their protégée, their little sister. Their child.

A prayer; muttered under his breath, an old gift given back to its rightful owner. His arms wrapped around them, a kiss; pressed on top of the child's head.

Tears, rolling down their cheeks, sobs echoing the room as she cried in his arms, rocking her gently in her arms.

A family, forever broken. Memories of happier times, forever shrouded in grief. A smile, faded forever.

A life, forever gone.

(Oh and Mod Adrasthee if you see this please don’t read this just in case)

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You couldn’t quite put your finger on why, but nowadays your life seemed like something was…

Missing.

You tried thinking about it for a long time, but your schedule was always the same. Wake up, make some pancakes for yourself and go to work. Once you were done at work, you’d go for your evening walk, stop by the police station for a moment, and then maybe continue your walk or grab some dinner and return home.

Of course, recently December had hit, maybe it was just the seasonal depression getting to you? Regardless, the world became much more interesting in your dreams.

The man of your dreams was anything you’d want in a partner. He was charming, intelligent and nothing but sweet to you. Everytime in your dreams he’d happily take you on any date you wanted, and without fail, he’d treat you as if he were your loyal Prince Charming.

But every night, you had to wake up at some point, and he seemed more than aware of this. Every night he’d gently take your hands in his and stare lovingly into your eyes, but he’d always have a downtrodden tone in his voice.

“I hoped you enjoyed yourself, my Princess, but I fear our time for tonight has ended.” His grip on your hands tightens. “Even if you had enjoyed our time together, please don’t forget to forget about me.”

And you’d wake up, feeling almost disappointed morning had come. Though, even though everyday life had left you feeling rather… hollow, it felt like, breakfast had made you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Though everything you thought you knew was called into question when you found a small stack of photos in the very back of one of the drawers of your bedside table. In each and every single one of them, the man of your dreams was present and accounted for.

They weren’t all exclusively of him, though. You were in a good deal of them, too. With him. Together. It didn’t add up to you. I mean, this was photo evidence he was real, right? There was something you were missing- Something you had to be missing. It.. It just didn’t make sense. You needed to ask him.

He’d smile brightly like he always did when you fell asleep. It was like he was on his own, just waiting for the moment you drifted off to sleep.

“Hello again, my dear Princess! What is it you would like to do tonight? Anything would be lovely, as long as I get to spend it with you.” You paused, deciding to bring up the pictures. “Why, Princess, that would be absolutely absurd!” He stopped for a moment, a look of uncharacteristic nervousness spread across his face. “I’m… Merely a product of your imagination, nothing more and nothing less.”

Though, still, you pressed the line of questioning.

Please stop.

“My Lady, I do ask that you stop this line of questions, it’s rather silly for you to stick to such an outrageous story.” His smile seemed more forced than usual.

He was right, it was silly. You put off the question for the evening, enjoying your time with him. Though by the time you had to depart to the waking world, his grip on your hands was less gentle, and his usually charming smile was replaced by a rather distant forlorn look.

“My dearest Princess, please, please keep your promise to forget about me,” His grip tightened, to the point where it hurt a little bit. “I don’t want you to remember what I was. I can’t let you hurt like I am. Please just-” He clenched his teeth, looking like he was about to cry. “Just wake up and face tomorrow with no memory who I was.”

Akechi wandered around the loose ends of the cognitive world he could after you’d vanished to continue on with your life. It was clear to him you remembered nothing of him, but in a way, he thought it was best this way. You still thought of him as your Prince Charming, and you didn’t seem dragged down by the fact that he may as well not have existed in the real waking world at all.

He’d brush it off for as long as he could, just doing whatever it would take to keep you as loved and happy as you deserve. At this point it was all he had left to do. Even if time was distorted in the Metaverse, every minute felt like an eternity when you weren’t by his side.

He wanted to be greedy. Oh how he wanted to be oh so greedy, to tell you of your relationship you had before, to touch and kiss you wherever he wanted. He wanted to be with his last human connection all the time, but he couldn’t. He let out a soft sigh. The more things change the more they stay the same, after all.

Oh heck, shiz, and frick, Mod Andy, back with that whole existing nonsense, tackling requests an all that. Let’s get crackin, boo!

Honey ily but you forgot to add a separation between your fic and the answer -Adra

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You’d be lying if you said Akira didn’t have your heart since the day you met him. You weren't %100 sure how your dad would react if you told him you loved… Someone like him. So in a stroke of genius, you simply decided to bottle it all up so no one would ever know.

I mean, granted though you’d been in your dad’s care for over a decade and a half, he knew man. But he just didn’t bring it up to make you feel better.

“Are you sure I can leave you two alone in the shop for the night?” Sojiro had asked you with a quirked brow, his gaze occasionally flicking over to Akira, who continued wiping down the counter.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s fine dad! Akira just wanted to ask me something tonight. Here, specifically.” Ah yes, here. Where Akira lived. Where his bed was. Where you could fu- “Dad?” Sojiro blinked, coming back to reality. 

“A-anyway, I’m gonna pick up some cigarettes and head home, so don’t stay here too late, okay?”

After assuring him once again no funny business would happen, the bell at the door soon chimed signaling he’d left for the night. You swiftly turned on your heel, coming face to face with Akira.

“So uhmmm…” You rather timidly scratched the back of your neck. “What exactly did you want to talk about?” Gosh, your heart was racing. I mean, why else would someone ask a girl to come to their house when no one else is around?

“Could you give me advice on how to make curry just like Sojiro does?” You felt your heart sink. Yeah, course he wouldn’t confess his love to you, because he doesn’t love you.

Duh.

“Oh, yeah. No… No problem.” You helped Akira gather the necessary ingredients, wash the rice, cut up the veggies and meat - though you noticed he tended to cut them a little too large - and dropped in some of Sojiro’s homemade curry roux. “And now we just wait for it to simmer.” You mumbled, leaning back onto the counter.

Both of your sat like that in an awkward silence for a couple of minutes before Akira spoke up.

“You doing alright?” He asked, his tone rather muted.

“Oh uh… Yeah, I’m…” You paused. “I’m fine.” Akira’s face pulled into a look of doubt before he flipped over to look you straight in the eye, his hands on the counter at either side of you.

“You just haven’t been acting like yourself lately. I want to make sure you’re okay.” His ash grey eyes widened, as if coming to a horrid realization. “Futaba’s uncle, he hasn’t been coming straight to your house or-” 

“No, no, no! It’s,” You let out a soft chuckle. “It’s nothing serious like that.” He stopped in thought, trying to figure out what caused your mood shift as you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

It’s now or never.

In, possibly one of the boldest moves you made in your entire life, you gently grabbed Akira’s face, and before he could even attempt to respond, you pulled him closer, heart fluttering as his soft lips connected to yours. After a few moments, he pulled away, not a look of shock or surprise on his face, but his lips quirked into a rather devious smirk. He gently rested his forehead on yours.

“So this is what all this is about, hmm?” Your heart was pounding as his breath fanned across your face. 

“Well, I mean, I… Uhmm…” You let out a fairly bubbly giggle. “Yeah, I guess so.” Akira pressed another gentle kiss to your lips.

“I kinda knew. You aren’t the most subtle type in the world.”

Okay, so maybe Sojiro didn’t just know because he was your dad.

“But, I mean, I couldn’t just go kissing’s boss’ daughter without her consent. God knows what would happen if that happened.” He softly chuckled, spinning you around and nearly sitting on the counter. He straddled you on his thighs, giving you far deeper kisses than before. You shuddered at the feeling of his tongue against yours, gosh, if this was a dream you certainly didn’t want it to end.

You could feel his hands exploring your hips, his slender fingers brushing against your pelvis before contently resting upon your ass. The mood of the room was quickly turning feverish as Akira’s kisses began getting more sloppy and your grip tightened on his shirt. The curry may have been getting overdone, but neither of you seemed to care too much.

“Hey, have either of you seen my-”

It was at the chime of the front door’s bell that you moved your head to look over, Akira choosing to ghost his lips over your exposed neck, though he froze completely at the words that came from your mouth.

Oh yeah, dude!

I dunno if I actually ever mentioned it or not, but you can request any Thief or Confidant, as long as you stay within the six-man character limit and don’t make me do something gross to Shinya, my son

Mun Andy is actually alive! (Plot Twist!)

So, for the time being, I’m gonna prioritize Persona 5 requests (Cause I’m playing the game again :> ) 

But we only have one P5 five request

So Maybe 

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