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This is a blog focusing on Persona 5âs main character, who I will call Akira since I am used to it, so I write for him only. Fans, the readers, can indulge in their imagination through a couple of written pieces such as headcanons, imagines or oneshots! A character x reader blog.
When requesting please state the relationship (e.g friends or S/O). If you do not prefer anything and want me to do my own thing with something, please let me know as well!
If not stated otherwise I write in a you perspective, but Iâm also very used to third person.
To make this blog as open for anyone as much as possible Iâll write gender neutral if itâs not specificed any further. Let me know if youâd like the reader to be male or female.
What I write:
Imagines
Headcannons
Oneshots
Platonic and romantic relationships
angst
fluff
nsfw headcanons
canon events
Iâm open to a lot of things, so just send it in and we will see!
Since, itâs your right to not engage with the whole blog and thatâs completely valid. Since y'know thatâs your personal thing over there and you have all rights to keep it private. Along with everything that happened between you and that person it shouldnât make you feel completely useless since youâre a very talented writer. But yeah anyways have a good life dudeÂ
i didn't entirely stop writing just because of that person on ao3 so don't worry! my hyperfixation on p5 kind of shifted for a long while when I got into genshin and with p5 having no new content back then I just...didn't feel as inspired anymore as before.
There's also this worry that, if I do write again for P5, that it won't be as good as it used to.
Both games are my favourite games, but writing for any other fandom feels easier due to the amount of content.
I never finished strikers (i was almost done, i think, but personal reasons I wiped that save file) so I didn't have any new inspo x)
Since, it's your right to not engage with the whole blog and that's completely valid. Since y'know that's your personal thing over there and you have all rights to keep it private. Along with everything that happened between you and that person it shouldn't make you feel completely useless since you're a very talented writer. But yeah anyways have a good life dudeÂ
Hello, I just wanted to check up on you⊠I completely forgot about this page till a friend stumbled upon your page.. but yeah I hope youâre doing better and I hope you have a good life despite the negative sidesâŠ
thank you anon!! It was kind of tough with all the hate I got on ao3 for NO reason and it did kill my spirits of writing back then, but it can't snuff it out entirely.
Hello, I just wanted to check up on you... I completely forgot about this page till a friend stumbled upon your page.. but yeah I hope you're doing better and I hope you have a good life despite the negative sides...
Ahhhhhhh im kinda embarrassed to admit, but i just totally feasted your blog and read everything in pretty much one go⊠i love your interpretation of akira TT thanks for the food⊠i can only hope you one day start sharing your thoughts about him again!!
you're so sweet!! i'm glad you enjoyed this even if it has been so long! :)
i just haven't gotten time to write at all anymore for any fandom T T adult life is kicking, but i'm still very much obsessed with this game (im currently stuck at okumura since a week...) so if I have time again... :)
why did you vanish and stop posting? you were the goat
i'm sorry! it just...kind of happened?
I started posting my works to ao3 shortly after starting the blog in late 2021 and for some reason one person kept on calling me horrible things and shitting on my work, saying things like how I have nothing else to do than to write shitty pathetic self-inserts with a self-insert, how I'm probably lonely and on top of it my writing is shit.
Writing was something I was proud of and confident in and having been used to things I love doing and am, kind of, good at getting shamed/bullied just made me spiral back into some thoughts. It sounds silly, but I literally was scared to post on ao3, because this person and another one told me I kept spamming their ao3 news with my shitty self inserts.
I tried to be cool and confident about it, but it really crushed me. Except for like 2-3 instances I haven't written anything since early 2022.
But I still see all the messages here and I still love Persona 5! With another game, it's still my favourite game. I literally am having a current playthrough with my best friend again. :)
I'm also planning to play P3R, but I have zero interest in the chibi game.
Do regular commenters know just how valued they are? I mean, obviously ALL commenters are valued, but as a fic writer when youâve got a group of familiar usernames and profile pics who pop up again and again like old friends to share their thoughts and appreciation on one of your fics, thatâs so special. I hope my regular commenters know that I remember them, and I recognise them each time they come back, and I am so incredibly grateful for them not only leaving comments, but leaving them time and time again. I hope they know theyâre making someone, somewhere, smile.
Hello I love your writing you are absolutely fantastic.
Hello!! These messages really make my day. I just woke up pretty stressed and then I go onto here and read this message. Thank you so much for the kind words, it really means a lot!
I just wanted to let you know, that i've read through your blog, I love this! it's quite hard to find good persona 5 content, and I'm glad I came across your blog! do you think you could write Akira tending to S/O's wounds after a big fight? it's a-okay if you cannot at the moment! Also happy 2022!
Thank you so much for your kind words! It really encourages me to keep going with this blog. Also while writing this I realized this got a bit against so if you wanted a fluffy one, feel free to come into my ask box again. This just happened through the flow while writing this T T
Happy 2022 to you as well and I hope this year can be kind to you ^^
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Genre: hurt/comfort, angst
TW: Mentions of blood and wounds
Words: 1.7k
Summary: Coming home after a long day of clearing Mementos requests, you were trying to hide your wounds and bruises in hopes of not worrying your leader more than he already was, but you knew, in fact, you couldnât hide anything from him even if you tried.
âYouâre hot.â, he sighed, hand resting against your forehead. His words werenât directed towards you whose eyes were closed, it was Akira speaking to himself, trying to fill the void of the heavy silence that filled your bedroom. Ever since coming back from Mementos the only thing that had left your lips were sounds of pain, a whimper and a wheeze you had even tried to conceal under your breath. You had taken a couple of heavy hits today and the scolding words were on the tip of his tongue, he just didnât know how to find the right timing to squeeze it into a conversation - if there would be any sort of talk to begin with.
âThanks.â, you replied with a slight grin playing around your lips, but it faltered rather quickly upon meeting Akiraâs gaze. You couldnât stand the heavy silence any second longer and had hoped to catch a smile on Akiraâs face, to make him chuckle; anything, but all he did was heave out another sigh before heading out of the room, dismissing your attempt completely. You had only tried to lighten the mood, but it seemed like this time there was no getting out of this the easy way. Accepting defeat, your gaze fell onto your hands, one hand clutching a towel drenched in blood and trying to stop the wound on your stomach from bleeding further while the other anxiously played with the hem of your sweatshirt. To say that you were in pain and drifting in and out of consciousness for the past minutes was an understatement. You could squint hard and try to find the one guilty for your misery and search for hours to come, but when you faced yourself with the utter truth it seemed to be your fault and yours only.
You should have been honest, should have told Akira the truth about how you were feeling and that you had to sit this one out or, worse, postpone the mission entirely if it seemed too risky minus one member. You knew neither him nor your shared friends would have blamed you for it. It was no rare occurrence that plans were cancelled due to one member not feeling well enough. Mementos did not sound as hard as clearing a palace when put on paper, but depending on the enemy or issue you were facing this place could get dangerous real quick due to its unpredictability and various types of scenarios. Way too many times Akira had barely gotten all of the Phantom Thieves out of there alive and had scolded not only you, but the others before as well.
Iâd rather cancel plans than drag one of you out of Mementos, barely hanging on a thread, he had said after their first disaster a couple of months ago, just let me know when you don't feel well enough, the Metaverse can wait any time.
Problem was you had never backed down from a mission no matter how much the lack of sleep was tearing on your senses, how much stress you were having at home or at school. You wanted Akira to be able to count on you at all times, to be a reliable teammate and partner. No matter what he would have said to you, your stubborn mind wouldnât have changed either way.
âYou definitely have a fever.â, Akira explained as he came back into the room, âHold this against your forehead.â, he added as your gaze fell to a cloth he had in between his fingers. As the uncomfortable cold met your skin your first reaction was to pull away and lean your back further into the couch, not being able to hold in another grunt of pain upon your movement.
Akira waited for you to take over and hold the cloth by yourself before he crouched down, placed a bowl filled up with water next to his feet and got started on cleaning the deep wound on your stomach. Despite his quietness he was as gentle as always as he moved your hand and the blood drained towel aside. His touch was so light you probably wouldnât have noticed it if your eyes werenât trained on the wound. Due to him already being so careful you tried your hardest to not let the pain show on your face or your actions, but it was unbearable.
âYou can hold my hand.â, Akira offered as he wrung out the cloth he was using to clean your wound and dipped it into a smaller one. You raised an eyebrow in question, wondering why he offered for you to do so now.
âWhatâs in there?â, your voice came out quickly, fearing that your assumption was right and wanting him to deny your claims out loud. Akira noticed the look on your face changing upon his silence; eyes wide in fear and worry, lips pressed into a thin line. His gaze softened, free hand leaping forward to take yours into his and run his thumb over the back of your hand. When you cried out in pain you could faintly hear Akiraâs voice trying to get through you and soothe you, yet all you could do was close your eyes to block out at least one of your senses and squeeze his hand. You tried to breathe evenly as the stinging pain washed over your whole body, making it feel like your wounds were actually everywhere. You lost all sense of time and space in that very moment and what felt like hours were only less than a minute of work. Occasionally Akiraâs eyes trailed up towards your face, worried that the pain could make you pass out, which made him work quicker. Now that the blood was washed off of your body he realized how big the wound actually was. He gulped, trying to shake off the thoughts of what ifs and force his trembling hand to work faster.
âThe worst part is already over.â, Akira reassured you, letting the cloth fall back into the antiseptics. You opened your eyes the second his hand slipped out of your grasp, his name coming out through your lips in a whimper.
âYou did well.â, he praised you suddenly, completely catching you off guard. You wanted to thank him as you felt the heath rise up to your cheeks until your eyes landed back onto his hand that was applying an ointment to your wound.
âAre you okay?â, you asked, worried upon seeing his shaking hands. It was rare that youâd get to see Akira like that, shoulders sunken down and the smile on his face more fragile than ever. Instead of answering your question your boyfriend opted to shoot you one as well, âWhy didnât you tell me?â
It was obvious what he meant and you bit down on the inside of your cheek as your eyes dropped back to the wound. At least it was starting to look less worse.
Silence filled the room once more as neither of you dared to speak another word. You didnât know how to answer his question; he wanted to hear the truth, of course, but you couldnât get it past your lips while Akira only kept quiet to give you space to think about your words. Occasionally youâd hissed in pain as he had wrapped the bandages around your body, but that was the only sound that would enter the room for solid minutes. Tears started pricking on your eyes the moment Akira left with the bowls of liquid and only came back to hand you a tablet, telling you it would numb the pain at least a bit further. You averted your eyes as you mumbled a Thank you and downed the glass of water he had brought with him. A part of you was hoping Akira would simply leave now that he was finished and take the thick air you had created along with himself, but the other part knew him long enough to know that he hated leaving without clearing things up.
You felt the bed dip to your left and felt Akiraâs arm come around your shoulders. At first you stiffened upon his touch, but as his deep voice finally filled the room with the warm feeling you associated his presence with once more you gave up fighting your feelings and instead leaned into him as a couple of tears stained your cheeks.
âI didnât want to worry or, even worse, disappoint you.â, you sniffed and let go of the cloth as the only thing you wanted was to rest your head against his chest. You laid yourself bare as you admitted your fears and worries and unbeknownst to you it was something Akira had assumed already in the first place.
âI was thinking it was something along the lines of that.â, Akira simply concluded, âbut Iâd rather have the mission canceled than be sitting here now and see the person I love be in utter pain.â
One of his hands came up to cup your cheeks and brush the remaining tears away, his lips coming up to kiss your forehead and acknowledging that your fever seemed to have gone down at least by a bit.
âI wouldnât have been disappointed, love.â, Akira added as you nestled your head back into his chest, calming not only yourself but him down as well. The shaking in his hands came to a halt as the adrenaline slowly had left his body, leaving nothing but a fatigued state.
âAnd I wouldâve been worried about you, but only because I care for you.â, he yawned, making you follow. You didnât know what time it was, but the prior events had made you quite sleepy now that you were comfortable and warm, helping you to ignore the throbbing pain that would be accompanying you for a while.
âNow make it up to me by letting me take care of you properly, will you?â, Akira requested. His face lit up when you nodded your head, barely noticeable, as you were already drifting off to sleep. He was too worried to let sleep take over him as quickly as you fell victim to it, but being able to stroke through your hair and see the pained expression slowly leave your features was enough for his worries to be eased.
âI love you. Never scare me like that ever again.â
