#+ as soon as we fall short/make a mistake/unable to do a thing then the mask falls off + they become the most disgusting person ever!!!!! | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

votestaynight2 · 10 months

Text

3rd Day - long day, long night (Scene 3)/4th Day

And we have reached day 4! We are past the lock in point, 100% we are on the Heaven's Feel route now!

I―――can't abandon someone who needs help. Emiya Shirou has chosen to live like that. And most importantly… I can't leave the girl who fought to protect me.

"All right, Berserker. She will regenerate, so violate her after you chop her head off." Berserker resumes his action. I―――

"Y-Youuuuuuuuuu…!!" I run with all my strength. There's no way I can do anything against that monster. So the least I can do is to push Saber away and save her from Berserker's attack――――

"――Huh?" I fall. Why…? I was going to push Saber away, get Saber away from Berserker, and think about what to do after that, so why…?

"Ga――ha…." Why? Why am I on the ground, unable to breathe?

"…!?" …I hear shocked voices. First is from Saber, who is right in front of me. And Tohsaka is astonished at a distance. And for some reason, Ilya, who is looking down at me dumbfounded, is also surprised.

"…Hu… h?" I'm missing my stomach. I'm on the ground. On the asphalt are a small amount of blood compared to the wound, soft-looking organs, bones, and many things like that.

"…I see. How stupid of me." In short, I didn't make it in time. Yes―――it was impossible to push Saber out of the way, so I just shielded her. And my stomach was blown out by that sword.

"―――Guh." Geez, I'm ashamed of myself for failing even in a situation like this. I've been working hard to become a superhero, but I keep making mistakes when it really counts.

"―――Why?" The silver-haired girl asks in a daze.

After standing there dumbfolded for a while, "…That's enough. This is boring." Without finishing off Saber, she calls Berserker back.

"―――Rin, I'll kill you if I see you again." The girl leaves. After watching her leave, my vision cuts out.

My consciousness fades away. I really can't recover this time. I was somehow saved when I was killed by Lancer, but that won't happen again. There's probably no magic that can save a person who has lost most of their stomach.

"…W-What were you thinking!? Don't you know I can't save you again…!?"

I hear an angry voice. It's probably Tohsaka. She seems really angry, and I'm sorry.

But it can't be helped. It's not like I can do everything like Tohsaka. All I could use was my body. …So that's why… The only thing I could do was to use my body to shield Saber.

Interlude 3-0

There's a sound. It's hard to determine if the sound is someone crying or something being dragged. The sound is all there is. There are only decaying things here. The stone walls are fragile like rotten trees, and the air is sweet like honey. The living things on the floor are melted like ripe fruit, and even time is rotten and meaningless here.

This space is worn out after a long period of time. This darkness is the grave of all that were not mourned for, because of the tenacity of a certain bloodline.

"―――It seems all seven have gathered."

In the center of the decay wiggles the largest decay. The sound of worms and the smell of rotten meat. The master of this basement room is rotten but alive, and swarmed by the otherworldly worms. The worms that crawl up his feet suck on the skin at the ankles and use their suckers to consume the meat and burrow into it.

There aren't merely a hundred or so of these swarming worms. If a human were swarmed by this black carpet, they would not even last a minute. A human would have all their meat and bones taken by the worms and would crumble as a boneless skin.

"Not enough. These worms need to be replaced soon."

But the thing does not crumble. No, the more the worms enter his body through the ankles, the more complete his body becomes. ―――That thing is not being consumed by the worms. The worms swarming the room are the ones being eaten. The amount stored will last a hundred years. If this is something that eats only worms, it means that much more life is already guaranteed.

"There are still more chances to come. It does not mean this is the last chance. If the conditions aren't perfect, I should restrict myself to just watching, but…"

"Well," says the figure with a smile. The "place" this time is far from perfect. The hole is opening less than ten years after the last battle. The supervisor, the priest, has two Servants, and the Servant residing at the Ryudou Temple has summoned a Servant herself. The conditions are not good. The grail that would be filled in such an unstable battle would be far from perfect. Even if the gate is opened, it would not be possible to reach inside it.

"Then I should just restrict myself to observing, but unfortunately, the pieces I have are well-suited."

The condition to fight for the Holy Grail is terrible. But one thing―――that "thing" created after a lot of work has been completed perfectly. It shall reach it once it is open. It shall definitely reach the Holy Grail if it makes no mistake in the procedure. After all, it has had the content of the Holy Grail planted within it. It is a cellular tool that has been contaminated by the Holy Grail for the past ten years. So as things with the same origin, it is only natural they will attract each other.

"…Heh, there is a next time for me, but that thing won't last long. I received it as an afterbirth, but I never thought it would turn out this well."

That thing prepared as an experiment is so suitable you could call it perfect. It was planned to be disposable, but if it can be used, it should be. Either way, it is something that was planned to be disposed of. Even if it is destroyed in battle, it does not change the fact that it will be disposed.

"―――Then, there is only one problem. How I will motivate it."

The prepared "compatible work" hates conflict. It would be simple if its mind could be taken over, but the work's mental barrier is stronger than expected. Well, one with a strong Magic Circuit was what was wished for. So it is only natural for it to be strong against a poison that tries to violate the self. Should it be the obedient doll or the superior pupil? As long as the latter is decided, controlling it is out of the question.

"―――Once is fine. If there is a small opening, it will seek the Holy Grail on its own, but…"

Creating that small opening is the hard part. It does not have a mentality that will break down under external pressure. If it did, it would have broken already eleven years ago. That thing is the strongest fortress that has no blade to strike back. Then, what will break it must come from within. Its emotions will become the key to change it.

"―――You're here. Then I shall create that small opening."

Footsteps echo through the darkness. The appearing person walks to the worms in the middle of the decay, and… "Do I have to kill every Master?"[r] And asks the anticipated question.

"――――――――"

Of course, it does not need to answer such a question. All Masters must be killed. We must take away all Servants. That is the idea swirling in this basement. But pushing that aside…

"If you say so, it cannot be helped. Then I shall restrict myself to observation this time."

The thing says so. A voice of relief and a relaxed air. After giving a kind smile that has no intention of fighting,

"But it is a bit annoying if that is the case. Out of all the Masters, the daughter of Tohsaka is pretty well-made. If there is a winner, it will probably be her."

It murmurs disappointedly. "――――――――"[r] The slack air returns. A small change―――a faint emotion of evil fills the room. The one that disliked conflict was moved by that one word. It is built on that small movement. A small crack. A small opening that should not be opened, which the thing itself does not notice.

"―――Kuh."

The rotten meat laughs. Swarmed by worms and still rotting, it continues to laugh, still holding a human shape.

Interlude Out

4th Day - Avenger

This is a story from a winter five years ago.

It was a night with a beautiful moon. I wasn't doing anything, just watching the moon with Kiritsugu. Even though it was winter, the air wasn't cold. The corridor was a little chilly, but it was a good night to enjoy the moon.

Back then, Kiritsugu didn't leave the house often. Not going outside, he would just laze around the house carelessly. …I regret it even now, thinking back to it. Why didn't I notice that it was like the actions of an animal that knows its time of death?

"I wanted to be a superhero when I was a child." Suddenly. That man, himself a superhero in my child's eyes, said that as if yearning for it.

"What? What do you mean by 'wanted'? Did you give up?" I became angry and asked him. Kiritsugu laughed apologetically and looked up at the sky.

"Yes, unfortunately. Being a hero is a time-limited thing, and it becomes hard to call yourself that when you grow up. I wish I'd found that out earlier." I agreed with that. I didn't know why, but I thought it couldn't be wrong if Kiritsugu said it.

"I see. Then I guess it couldn't be helped." "Yeah. It really couldn't be helped." Kiritsugu answers. So of course, my response was determined.

"Yeah, it can't be helped, so I'll take your place. It's impossible since you're an adult, but it should be all right for me. Let me take on your dream."

"―――I'll make it come true."

Before I could finish, my father laughed. He made a face like he didn't even need to hear the rest. After breathing in, Emiya Kiritsugu said… "Yeah―――I'm relieved." He quietly closed his eyes and ended his life.

I did not cry because he looked so calm, as if he would wake up the next morning. It must also have to do with the fact that I'm used to seeing death. I just silently looked up at the winter moon and my sleeping father.

There were no sounds of insects in the garden. All was silent. In the bright night, I remember only my eyes burning. I did not cry out, nor did I feel sad. But I could not stop my tears until the moon sank.

That is the story from a winter five years ago. Perhaps I cried ten years worth of tears, since after that, there was nothing.

Fuji-Nee's father planned the funeral, and I started living in this house by myself. Even though Kiritsugu was gone, nothing changed. Emiya Shirou would become a superhero like Emiya Kiritsugu, so there was no time to be playing around.

――――Yes. I never said it, but I clearly remember it. The figure of the man who saved a lone boy from an inferno. Emiya Kiritsugu held up the dying child and said "thank you".

Since then, he was the subject of my admiration. No one saved me. I couldn't save anyone. In it all, I was saved, and a person was there to save me. ―――That's why I decided to become like him.

Become a superhero, so that I could save people and let no one be killed… just like him. Kiritsugu died peacefully, leaving me his dream of becoming a superhero himself.

It's only natural for a child to succeed his father. Emiya Shirou must become a superhero and save someone just like the old me.

I swore that oath as a child. To fulfill the dream of the man I admired most.

…But honestly, I don't get it. What this superhero thing is supposed to be, how to become one, how to make everyone happy like Kiritsugu always said… and I became this thing called a Master and things like the blond-haired girl following me around is confusing my head and really―――

"……!" When I open my eyes, I'm in a familiar room. "What, I'm in my own room?" As soon as I speak, I start to feel terribly sick. "…Ugh… it tastes bad… in my mouth…" I taste blood. Maybe it was filling my mouth, but I breathe in thick air.

"―――" I'm not sure why I feel like this. I feel really sick to my stomach, so I want to go to the bathroom and wash my face.

"――――All right." I get up. I feel dizzy. I almost fall and support myself by putting a hand against the wall. "…Ugh." The nausea increases when I move. …No, this is more like pain than nausea.

My body is heavy and it feels like my stomach is turning every time I move. Maybe someone would feel like this if they had burning lead poured into their stomach. "…Ugh… Imagining that gives me a headache." I wipe the sweat off my forehead and wobble out of my room.

"…All right. I feel better now." I wash my face and wipe the sweat off my body. "…?" There are bandages wrapped around my stomach for some reason. I can't recall anything about them, so I leave them be for now.

"…I'm hungry. I wonder if there are any leftovers…" Even though my stomach feels terrible, it seems my body wants energy.

"Guh…" Putting my mind into it, I start to walk along the wall. I still feel dizzy, and my body feels dull. "Ow―――Owww―――" I walk forward, crying out miserably. …Really, what did I do before going to bed? I don't remember any training that could have caused this pain.

I reach the living room. Sakura and Fuji-Nee must be at school. There's no breakfast prepared in the living room, and there's none of Fuji-Nee's loudness. The living room is quiet, like an ordinary Sunday――― "Good morning. I'm afraid I came in without asking you, Emiya-kun." ――No, it's not.

"Wha―――!?" Tohsaka Rin is sitting on a cushion. Her calmness makes me think I'm the guest in this house and not her. Yeah, that's why I'm even more surprised.

"……" I don't know how to answer her, so I sit down. And then, I take a deep breath and ask,

"Tohsaka, why…" "Hold on. Could you apologize first? I can't calm down until I hear an apology for last night." I don't even have time to ask her why she's here.

Tohsaka is glaring at me like she's really mad. It seems she's really angry about last night, but what happened―――?

"―――Hold on." I recall it now. That's right, why am I so relaxed? I tried to save Saber and… Berserker blew away my stomach.

"…Ugh." The nausea returns. I feel a chill, remembering the feeling of having a hole in my body. Something in my stomach moves. It makes me feel sick. It makes me feel sick, but that proves I'm still alive.

Wait, that's weird. Shouldn't that have been instant death for me?

"―――That's strange. Why the hell am I alive?" "Do you remember? The stupid thing you did last night? If you do, then please reflect upon your actions."

Tohsaka lets out a "hmph" as she scolds me. …Huh, that's really annoying. My head, which was frozen by the fact that Tohsaka is here, finally resumes activity again.

"What are you saying? There was nothing else to do at the time! Oh… well, it does look stupid if you just look at the results, but I was going to do it better. So it wasn't a mistake." I protest, glaring at her.

"…Hmph." W-What? Why is she sighing?

"Didn't I tell you Servants disappear if their Master is killed? It's crazy to try to protect your Servant."

"Look, Saber will disappear if you're killed. If you want to save Saber, think of a way to do so from a safe place. …Geez, don't you understand that protecting your Servant with your life is just meaningless?"

"It's not that I protected her with my life. I tried to save her, and it just happened to work out like that. I didn't think things would end up like that either." I did think I would be killed if I went near that monster, but that's a different matter.

"…I see. You seem to be misunderstanding." As if she's read my mind, she sulks even more.

"Look, Emiya-kun. I'll come out and say it. I didn't take you to the church to help you win. I was trying to help you stay alive even if you were left on your own. It seems you didn't understand that part of it."

"Help me stay alive…?" "That's right. You shouldn't take risks if you realize that a loss equals your death. You seem to be someone who would walk out at night by yourself even in a situation like this. If I threatened you, I thought you wouldn't take risks and you might get through this."

"I see. I didn't notice that." So that's why she's complaining to me about not realizing that and running at Berserker.

"…? So why are you mad, Tohsaka? It shouldn't bother you if I'm the one that made the mistake."

"Of course it bothers me! You made me worry for a whole night!"

Tohsaka loses her temper. …But I see. Honestly, I'm happy she's worrying about me. Looking at the situation, it seems Tohsaka was the one who treated my injuries.

"I see. I guess you helped me out. Thank you." I bow my head to show my thanks and apologize. "――――"

"Heh, if you undersand, then we'll let it slide. If you've learned from this, then think before acting next time."

Tohsaka looks away. Her gesture is snappy, but it seems she's in a good mood again.

"Then we're done with what happened last night. I'll move on to the main topic, but which do you want to talk about? Last night or something serious?"

"…?" Tohsaka starts a conversation as if it's natural to do so. Her straight-forwardness surprises me, but thinking about it, she came here for a reason.

If she didn't have business with me, she would have gone home already. What is it that Tohsaka, my enemy, wants to discuss in her enemy's territory?

I'm interested in that, and I also want to know what happened last night. It's stupid not to ask, so I―――

"I want to know what happened yesterday first." "That's right. Knowing the current situation comes first. Wow, you're pretty smart." Smiling in satisfaction, Tohsaka describes yesterday's events.

It seems that Berserker left after I lost consciousness. She tells me that my body started to heal itself, and that it looked fine after about ten minutes. And she says she brought me here since I didn't regain consciousness even after my wound healed, and that's where we are right now.

"The important thing is you survived on your own. I did help, but it was your own power that healed you. Don't mistake that part." "It seems that way from what you told me. So you didn't heal it?"

"Of course not. I can't do anything like revive a dying person any more. Emiya Shirou himself healed his own wounds."

"―――Hm." What can I do, now that she said that? My stomach is certainly healed, but I have doubts about Tohsaka's story. I can't use healing magic, let alone revival magic.

"Then the cause must be the Servant. Your Servant must be really powerful, or something went wrong during the summoning. …Well, I think it's both, but I think some kind of line formed between you two."

"A line? You mean like the karmic line connecting a familiar and a magus?"

"Oh, so you have a working knowledge of familiars? Then this should be easy to explain. In other words, Emiya-kun and Saber's relationship is not a normal relationship like the one between a normal master and their familiar.

"It looks like Saber has natural healing powers, so some of that may be flowing into you. Normally, the magus's power flows into the familiar, but in your case, the familiar's power is flowing into you and helping you out."

"…Hmmm. So putting it simply, it's like a river flowing upstream?" "That's a good way to put it. It is not naturally possible, but I bet Saber's magical energy is so great that it can even change the flow of a river. That's the only reason she is able to go against Berserker with her small size."

"Not naturally possible… then is the relationship between you and Archer that of a normal magus and familiar?" "Yes. He doesn't listen to much of what I say, but we do still have such a relationship."

"The connection between a Servant and a Master is like that of gasoline and an engine. We provide the magical energy, and the Servant uses it. ……Well, I guess there have been some Masters who shared their physical bodies with their Servants to obtain false immortality. Not dying until their Servants are dead, something like that… hey, are you listening, Emiya-kun?"

"Huh…? Yeah, I'm listening. Then, are you saying most wounds on my body will heal even if I don't do anything?"

"Using your Servant's magical energy. I don't know how, but I'm sure the cause is in Saber's materialization. I know you haven't learned the curse of self-healing." "Of course not. My father never taught me anything that difficult."

"No, I mean that if that's the case, I've nothing to worry about. Don't worry about it, it has nothing to do with you."

"…?" What is it? Tohsaka's words are indirect and hard to follow.

"Oh well. Just don't do anything too reckless. It's good that you survived this time, but you won't survive if you get hurt like that again. You shouldn't get optimistic and think that you'll survive any major injury."

"I understand. I feel bad about getting hurt and having Saber helping me."

"Idiot, that's not the reason. I'm sure you're not just using Saber's magical energy to heal your wounds. ―――You're definitely using something. I don't know what it is… your life span, your luck, or your savings account, but you're definitely using something up." Tohsaka gives a "hmph" once again. I feel the same way, but…

"Tohsaka, isn't my savings account completely unrelated?" "Of course it's related! Magic uses up your money, so it's something that drains your money the more you use it! I won't allow myself to be wrong!" Tohsaka Rin erupts with the fire of a personal grudge.

It's strange. The more I talk with her, the more I understand this is the real Tohsaka Rin, and that the Tohsaka at school is just a mask she puts on. …No, it's something I realized already yesterday.

"Well, putting the part about money aside. Is it okay if I ask you a serious question, Emiya-kun?" "That's why you stayed here, right? All right, I'll listen."

"Then I'll be direct about it. What are you planning to do from now on?" She confronts me with the one question I don't want to be asked.

…No, that's not it. It's not that I don't want her to ask me, but I haven't made my mind up yet. I'm the one who wants to ask what I should do now.

"…Honestly, I don't know. You say I should fight for the Holy Grail, but I've never been in a fight between magi. First of all, I―――" I want to try to avoid killing people, and most of all―――

"I'm not interested in something mysterious like the Holy Grail. I'm not too sure about risking my life for something I don't want." "I knew you'd say that. You'll be killed by your Servant with an attitude like that."

"Wha… Why would I!?" "Because the Servant's goal is also the Holy Grail. They can be summoned by the Masters because obtaining the Holy Grail is a condition of their summoning."

"The most important thing for a Servant is to obtain the Holy Grail. They obey their Master and risk their life for their Master, because they have a chance of obtaining it. So just try saying that you don't want the Holy Grail. You can't complain even if they kill you and call you a traitor."

"…What? That's weird. Servants are summoned by the Masters, right? So―――"

"Do you think a Servant would obey a human without being rewarded? The Holy Grail grants the wish of whoever obtains it. The Servant of the Master who obtains it is no exception. Even Servants have their own wishes. That is why they respond to the otherwise impossible summoning."

"It's not that Masters summon Servants to obtain the Holy Grail. Servants answer the Masters' call so they can obtain it."

"―――――" Servants have their own desires…? Then, does that mean Saber has a wish she wants the Holy Grail to grant?

"That's why the Servants try to eliminate other Servants even without orders from their Masters. Only one can obtain the Holy Grail. They cannot accept other Masters obtaining it. Unlike their Masters, they don't have the power to take away the Command Spells. So the only way they can disarm other Masters is to kill them."

"So even if the Master has no intention of fighting, battle is inevitable. A Master who is attacked by a Servant must fight it off with their own Servant. You heard enough from Kirei to know that this is the nature of the Holy Grail War, right?"

"―――Yeah, he told me that last night. But―――"

That means allowing your Servant to try to kill other Servants. I thought it would be over if I reached a compromise with other Masters, but if Servants are summoned to obtain the Holy Grail and they will not give it up, then a battle between the Servants is inevitable. …Then… The girl who fought to protect me is also ready to kill or be killed to obtain the Holy Grail?

"…That's awful. I don't know about this heroic spirit thing, but Saber is human. She was bleeding badly yesterday too." "Oh, don't worry about that. There's no life or death for Servants. Even if Servants are eliminated, they just go back to where they belong. Heroic spirits are a phenomenon, they can't be killed. The only ones that can be killed during a fight are Masters."

"No, but still…" Even if it's a temporary death… There's still the fact that something human-like has disappeared from this world.

"What? Are you saying it's murder? Are you still carrying such a sense of justice even though you're a magus?" "――――――――"

Her comment is only natural. As a magus, death is always right beside me. I understand it and I'm already prepared for that. But still―――I'm not strong enough to judge people's deaths as good or bad.

"―――Of course. I won't fight anyone to the death." "Oh? So you're just going to wait for the others to kill you? You're ceding the victory to other Masters?"

"That's not it. The point is to survive to the end, right? I don't have any intention of killing others, but I'll have no mercy in a fight to protect myself. …If the enemies are out to kill me, they can't complain if they are killed in return, right?"

"Oh, so you'll be staying on the defensive. Then you'll just be observing what other Masters are doing, right? So even if someone like yesterday goes around killing everyone, you're going to ignore it?"

Someone like yesterday…? She must mean that inhuman monster. "―――――" Superhuman strength that allows the destruction of a house or two with a single blow… …Certainly, if that thing wished it, this town could be in ruins in just one night.

And on top of that, the problem is that the Servants are normally in spirit form. Humans can't see those in spirit form. But since the Servants can affect the real world as spirits, you could call them the most powerful weapon. With the technology we have now, there are no weapons that can affect spiritual beings.

Our attacks are useless against them, while theirs can still harm us. It's more than just an unfair game. Murder by a Servant is like natural death for normal people. Death caused by an invisible killer will just be treated as an accident or suicide.

"What is that? Servants―――no, Masters and Servants don't just attack other Masters? Don't other people have nothing to do with them?" "Yeah, I really wish that was the case. But if it were, you wouldn't need a supervisor like Kirei, would you?"

"I should have said earlier. Servants are spirits. They are already complete, so they don't grow. But magical energy used as fuel is different. The more they have available, the more they can use the powers they had in life. In that respect, they're just like us magi… Do you understand?"

"I do. So they can use magic repeatedly, right?"

You could say magical energy is the gunpowder to fill a gun, and the magus is the gun itself. The type of gun depends on the abilities of the magus: pistol, rifle, machine gun, shotgun… Continuing with that metaphor, Servants are cannons. Using a large amount of gunpowder, they fire a large bullet.

"That's right. Servants aren't given their mana by nature. They act with the magical energy inside them. We Masters support them, so Servants can only use their powers using their own magical energy plus the magical energy of their Masters.

"But that means an amateur Master like you would be no match for other Masters, right? So there's a loophole… well, I guess you could call it an obvious answer. Servants can supplement their magical energy from other sources. Servants are spirits, so they can get nourishment from eating things that are like them."

"―――Hm?" Nourished by eating things that are like them…? "Things like them? You mean other spirits? But what kind of spirits would they eat?"

"It's a simple answer. Nature spirits obtain power from nature itself. So where do you think Servants, human spirits, get their power from?" "―――Oh." It is a simple answer. Just as we humans eat meat, the human spirits―――

"Exactly. Usually, they replenish enough magical energy from their Masters. But it's obvious that one gets more magical energy from many people than from just one person, right? So, to put it bluntly, a weak Master makes his Servant eat humans." "――――"

"Servants transform human emotions and souls into magical energy. That is the most efficient way to make your Servant more powerful. There are many Masters who kill humans as sacrifices for their Servants."

"As sacrifices… so you're saying that if a Master didn't care about his methods, he would kill humans to make his Servant stronger?" "Yes. But I don't think a smart Master would do such a thing."

"You see, even if Servants are powerful, there is a limit to their magical energy capacity. They can't store magical energy beyond it, so there is a limit to how much they can kill to collect magical energy. The Association wouldn't ignore you if you went around killing people, and most of all, other Masters might figure out your Servant's abilities and identify them from the cause of death. Not to mention the identity of the Master as well. It is highly advantageous in the Holy Grail War to keep your identity a secret, so most Masters should use their Servants sparingly."

…I see. Certainly, if nobody knows that you are a Master, there's no danger of other Masters attacking you. Conversely, if you know who the other Masters are, you could definitely pull a surprise attack on them. By that theory, there won't be many Masters that would have their Servants attack humans and reveal their identity―――

"…I'm glad. Then there's no problem. That means Servants won't indiscriminately attack humans without orders from their Master."

"Right. They are heroes, right? Someone who would go out and kill people wouldn't be called a hero in the first place―――well, no, I can't really say that for sure. There are many examples of people becoming heroes just because they were mass murderers."

"―――" Tohsaka makes an ominous comment. As it seems to be her true feelings rather than just sarcasm, a bit of strain in her personality might be showing.

"Let's get back to the point. What are you going to do? Since you don't want to kill people, you're just going to watch, is that right?"

…I take back what I said. She really has a bad personality. She's a real bully, putting me on the spot and asking me that with a smile.

"I'll just have to stop them. The Masters will calm down once they lose their Servants, right?" "Unbelievable. You say you won't go out and kill other Masters, but you also say you'll kill them if they do anything bad. Emiya-kun, do you realize you're contradicting yourself?"

"Yeah, I know it's selfish, but I can't think of any other choices. I won't change my decision no matter how much you argue against it."

"Hmm. But there's one problem with that. Would you like to know what it is?" She's plotting something. With that face, she's definitely plotting something. But as a man, I have to listen.

"O-Okay. What is it?" "Do you remember the Master yesterday? The girl who was talking about killing you and me?" "――――" How could I forget? They attacked us mercilessly.

"That girl will come to kill us. I think you know that too." "―――" I… see. That girl is a Master too.

Since she knows Tohsaka and I are Masters, she will come and attack us sooner or later. I don't know if it'll be today or tomorrow, but I do know it's a death sentence. At least, I know I can't stop such a monster.

"Her Servant, Berserker, is on a different level. You can't match it, being an inexperienced Master. You say you won't do anything except defend yourself, but you won't even be able to do that."

"―――Sorry. But you wouldn't be able to beat it either, right?"

"I wouldn't be able to beat it head on. It's the most powerful Servant in hand-to-hand combat. I don't think any previous Servant could match it. Even I wouldn't be able to escape if Berserker attacked me."

"…I feel the same way. I don't think I'll get another chance if they attack me again."

Unconsciously, I place my hand on my stomach. The wound on my stomach is healed now. No, you couldn't call it a wound. It was pretty much instant death. My nausea returns just at the thought of taking another blow like that.

"That's right. Do you get it? You can't choose to wait until the Holy Grail War is over without doing anything."

"…Yeah, I get it. But what are you trying to say? I don't quite understand. Or are you enjoying watching me be condemned to death?"

"I don't have such bad taste. Geez, don't you get it after I've said so much? In short, I'm asking you if you want to join up with me."

"…?" Hm? Hmmmm, hm? Um, if I take that at face value, that's…

"―――Join up!? You mean, me and you!?" "Yes. My Archer received a fatal wound and is healing right now. It will take a while for him to heal fully, but he should still be about half as useful. And there are no problems with your Servant, but her Master is dragging her down, so she is half as useful as well. See, it adds up fine."

"Huh. I'm not that bad." "Even though you've almost died three times from what I know of? I think you're the first person I've ever seen almost die three times in one day."

"Guh―――but that's…" "I'll make the alliance worthwhile. I'll forgive you for beating Archer and I'll teach you about being a Master. Oh, and if we have time, I can look at your skills as a magus. How about it?"

…Ugh. That certainly is an attractive proposal. As I don't know anything, Tohsaka would be a useful teacher.

And if I can help it, I don't want to fight against her. Not because she's the girl I admired at school. In fact, if I didn't know her like this, I wouldn't feel this much resistance.

…The Tohsaka Rin in front of me is so different from how people describe her as an honor student. But talking to her, she is just Tohsaka and it seems she's just as she appears. Well―――in other words, I'm saying I find her so much more attractive this way that I'm wondering why I even have to tell myself this―――

"Emiya-kun? I want to hear your answer." She urges me to respond. I―――

"……" I shouldn't even need to think twice about it. I'm a novice, and Tohsaka is at her full potential as a Master and a magus. Considering the events yesterday, it'd be smarter to join up with Tohsaka.

"――――――" ……I touch my stomach, the place I got cut. It's wrapped in bandages, and touching it sends waves of pain and nausea through me.

…It's only natural. I wasn't just cut, I was almost split in half. Thanks to Tohsaka and Saber, I'm still alive. But as long as Berserker is after me, I'm a dead man.

"……" But something still lingers in the back of my mind.

The black giant called Berserker. The girl in white, accompanied by the strongest Servant. The innocent, whimsical, and cruel girl, Ilyasviel. Ilyasviel von Einzbern. ―――That's the name Shinji's grandfather said.

"Emiya-kun. I want to hear your response." "Oh――――I'm sorry. I was thinking about that Ilya girl. Joining up with you means we'll be fighting her, right?"

"Yes. She's ready to fight, so we just need to retaliate. We need to defeat all the Masters anyway. If she wants to kill us, we should do likewise."

"……" Tohsaka's mind is made up. In Tohsaka's mind, that girl is just an enemy that must be defeated. But―――― I know there's something wrong with me for thinking this way, but I don't want to fight her.

"Emiya-kun? I hope this isn't the case, but don't tell me her looks are deceiving you." She glares at me.

"――――――――" She's sharp. I didn't realize it, but my hesitation seems proof that I was being deceived.

…She is Berserker's Master. If she has such a strong Servant, she must be a powerful magus. I shouldn't focus too much on her outward appearance. I shouldn't, but――――

"―――I'm sorry, Tohsaka. I'm glad you're worried about me, but I can't give you the response you want. This is a serious matter, you know? I feel I shouldn't rush to a decision." I look directly back at her and answer. Tohsaka narrows her eyes a bit and nods emotionlessly.

"Then negotiations have failed. …Well, you have a point too. If you really want to win, you can't trust anyone." "That's not it. I trust you, Tohsaka. It's just that I can't decide on my own. If I'm Saber's Master, I can't make a promise without her consent."

"I see. That is true. You are a Master now."

Giving a nod of understanding, Tohsaka turns away. She strides to the door, her hair fluttering behind her.

But just before leaving, the girl who could have been my ally gives me one last look, and… "Goodbye. We will be enemies the next time we meet." …Like the girl Ilya, she leaves a cold warning.

"――――Well." I take a breath and analyze the situation. I haven't had time to think since I saw that fight between Lancer and Archer last night.

"…Oh. I see. Then that must've been Tohsaka." I finally realize it.

I was stabbed by Lancer after that, was saved for some reason, and attacked by Lancer again―――― "Saber saved me, and I became a Master." What I heard at the church. The killing called the Holy Grail War. The Holy Grail which grants any wish, given to the winner.

…I can't absorb all the facts, but I have been attacked three times already. So I can't sit here in confusion forever. I said I would fight, since I could not sit by and do nothing. I won't allow any innocent people to get hurt.

Since that day ten years ago, I have trained to become a superhero. I never thought I would be tested like this, but I won't back out now.

I'll cast off all hesitation. Come to think of it, this is an opportunity. This is a chance to "help others" just like Emiya Kiritsugu. "……" But something lingers in the back of my mind…

―――Rejoice, Emiya Shirou.

The backwards desire that should not be wished for…

―――Your wish will finally come true.

…Might be a distorted wish for a superhero…

"――――That can't be. I didn't want the Holy Grail War." …There's no need to hesitate. There is nothing wrong with the wish I've had for ten years. Emiya Shirou will become a superhero. I have trained in magic to help others.

"All right. I need to talk with Saber." I shake off the priest's words and exit into the hallway.

I look through the house. I look everywhere someone could possibly be, including all the guest rooms, but I can't find her.

"That's strange… She's in that outfit, so you'd think it'd be easy to find her." And yet I can't find her anywhere. I guess Servants can become spirits, but I can't turn her into one anyway. No, first of all―――

"Even though they call me a Master, I don't know anything about her."

I don't know who she is or how she can exist. The only thing I understand is… No matter how superior they are, they can still get hurt in a fight and bleed if they are wounded.

"―――Oh." Saber is in the silent dojo. But her appearance is different from yesterday. She sits Japanese-style on the wooden floor without her armor. Her clothes are now refined and suit her well as she sits quietly.

"――――――――" …I lose my voice at the sight. Sitting with her back straight and eyes closed, Saber looks beautiful. Melting into the silence, she reminds me of pure water.

"――――――――" And that removes the last of the doubts within me. Even if she is a Servant, there's something holy about her. So―――I won't be led astray if I'm with her.

"Saber." I call out. Saber slowly opens her eyes and returns my gaze.

"You are awake, Shirou." A calm voice. Surprisingly suited to this place, her voice echoes through the dojo as if permeating it.

"―――Yeah. I just got up. What were you doing here?" "I was resting. I cannot treat you, so I thought I'd make sure I was in perfect condition."

"―――!" Saber looks at me as she speaks. …Well, um… I feel a tension, different from the kind I felt with Tohsaka.

"Shirou? What is it? Could it be that your body is still…?" "…! ―――N-No, there's no problem…! I'm just perplexed for my own reasons, so don't worry…!" I take a step back and shake my head.

"…?" Looking away from Saber, who is tilting her head questioningly, I calm my pounding heart.

"…Calm down. What am I so tense about―――!?" I take a deep breath. …But it doesn't seem to die down quickly. In fact, I don't think it ever will. "…Man, why did she get changed…?"

I complain without meaning to. Saber's clothes are so real that they make me conscious of her womanhood, whether I like it or not.

…She is terribly beautiful. I thought I figured that out yesterday, but she really hits me with it now. Perhaps her armor looked so surreal I didn't notice yesterday. But when she dresses like a girl, I'm flustered, as any healthy guy would be.

"Shirou." I tense up the moment our eyes meet. But I didn't look for her just to say nothing. I'm troubled, but I can't stay quiet forever.

"―――All right. May I, Saber? It'll be the first time we sit down and talk―――" I make up my mind and talk to her. ―――And then.

"Shirou. Before that, there is something I would like to address regarding last night." Her previous gentleness goes away and she stops me in displeasure.

"――? All right, what is it?"

"It is about last night. You are my Master. It is troubling if you take such actions. Battle is my duty, so you must concentrate on your role. If you go and die in vain, there is no way I can protect you."

She states it clearly. ―――That makes the tension I was feeling vanish.

"W-What do you mean!? You would have been slashed if I didn't do that!"

"In that case, I would have just died. It was not something you should have been hurt over. I repeat myself. Please do not that again. There is no need for my Master to protect me, and there is no reason for it either." She says this rather simply. It must be because she sounds so practical.

"Wha―――don't be stupid. You don't need a reason to save a girl…!" I react without meaning to.

Maybe she was surprised at being yelled at, but she pauses for a moment as if I did something unexpected. And then, she stares at me with indescribable dignity.

"Uh…" I back up a bit, being stared at. Her look makes me realize what I've said, and I suddenly feel embarrassed.

"A-Anyway, I'm grateful you brought me home. Thank you."

I thank her while looking away. …It's awkward to thank her in the first place, but it's even more awkward to thank her in this situation. But still, before anything else, I have to thank her for helping me.

"You are welcome. It is natural for a Servant to protect her Master, but I am happy to be thanked. You are very polite." "No. I'm not polite."

So there's something I need to clarify right now. It's something I should have asked her the moment we got back last night. If she really is my Servant…. And if she really is going to be joining this battle…

"Going back to our conversation, Saber. …Oh, I'll ask formally. Can I call you Saber?"

"Yes. Since I have formed a contract with you as a Servant, I am your sword. I shall follow your orders, defeat your enemies, and protect you." She says without the slightest hesitation. There's no room for argument.

"Become my sword, huh? Is that to win this Holy Grail War?" "…? Is that not why you have summoned me?"

"No. I only summoned you by chance. As you know, I'm only an amateur magus. I'm sorry, but I have neither the knowledge nor the power of a Master. But I've decided to fight, so I'll fight. I'm an unskilled Master, are you okay with that?"

"Of course. You are my Master, Shirou. This fact will not change. A Servant does not have the freedom to choose her Master." "――――――――" …I see. Then I should try to respond to her to the best of my ability.

"…All right. So you're content with me as your Master?"

"Yes. But Shirou, I shall not allow defeat for my Master. If you have no chance of victory, I shall make one for you. I will use any means possible to have you obtain the Holy Grail. We Servants do not serve the Masters without compensation. We serve because we also desire the Holy Grail."

"Huh―――? Hold on. The Holy Grail, you mean you want it too…!?"

"Of course. After all, the only ones who can touch the Holy Grail in spirit form are we Servants, who are also spirits. The Master that wins the Holy Grail War will obtain the Holy Grail through the medium of their Servant. After that, the Servant who served the winning Master will have its wish granted in compensation. ―――That is the relationship between Masters and Servants."

"――――――――" …I see. Now that she says it, it's obvious something like a "heroic spirit" would never obey a mere human being. Since they have their own objectives, they serve the Master in exchange.

…Then that means Saber has a wish she wants granted. That is why she has no doubts.

But…

"…Hold on, Saber. You said any means possible, right? Does that mean you don't care what measures you take to win the war? For example―――"

Doing something like what that priest said. Involving innocent people and creating a disaster like what happened ten years ago――――

"Shirou, that is not a possibility. I can only do things I allow myself to do. I cannot betray my beliefs. It is against the knight's oath to hurt those who are unarmed."

But I must obey your orders. You will have to use one of your Command Spells to compensate for trampling over me." I am overwhelmed by her angered voice.

"――――――――" But still, I'm happy and relieved. Her lack of doubt gave her the image of a cold fighting machine, but I know now that she is not a cold-blooded killer.

"―――Yeah, I won't let you do that. Like you said, we have to do our best with what we can do. …I'm really sorry. I insulted you without realizing it."

"Ah… no, I leapt to a conclusion without knowing your intentions. You are not at fault, so please raise your head…" "Huh? Oh, sorry, I apologized without realizing it." I raise my head.

"――――――――" I don't know what's so funny, but Saber has a small smile on her face.

"…?" Well, I'm glad she's smiling, so I won't ask her about it.

"…All right. Then can I ask you something else? A Master is a magus that summons Servants, right? That's fine, but I don't quite understand you guys. Like, Saber and Lancer, I know those aren't your real names."

"Yes, those are only the names of the classes given to us. …Very well, I shall describe it briefly since we have the chance."

"We Servants are heroic spirits. We each have won fame during our lives or have accomplished some great deed beyond human ability. Whatever the means, we are beings that have reached the rank of gods with our own strength."

That doesn't even need to be said. Heroic spirits are heroes that had supernatural abilities while they were alive, whose fame was such that they were promoted into the ranks of spirits after death instead of becoming mere ghosts.

"But that is also to our disadvantage. As we are heroes, our weaknesses have been recorded. Revealing our names, revealing our identities, means revealing our weaknesses. It is no problem if we fight lower spirits, but we are all capable of defeating each other. If our weaknesses are revealed, the enemy will take advantage of them to defeat us."

"…I see. Heroes usually do have opponents they're weak against. That's why you're hiding your real name and using the name Saber?"

"Yes. However, I am not called Saber only for that reason. There are seven Servants called forth by the Holy Grail, and every one of these is selected according to their class."

"Class…? You mean like Saber and Archer?"

"Yes. Summoning a true heroic spirit is already almost a miracle. To summon seven is too much even for the Holy Grail. As a solution, the Holy Grail prepares seven vessels in advance and only calls forth heroic spirits compatible with these vessels. Those are the seven classes.

Saber. Lancer. Archer. Rider. Caster. Assassin. Berserker.

"The Holy Grail calls forth from all times the heroic spirits, with abilities corresponding to each of these classes. And those who receive these classes are called Servants."

"…I see. So you were a heroic spirit skilled with swords, so you were summoned as Saber?" "Yes. There are heroic spirits that have multiple attributes, but I believe I am the best when it comes to swords."

"But that is also the weakness of the Saber class. Since I am not a magus, I can only defeat your enemies as your sword."

"So you're not well-suited to trickery. No, I don't think that's a weakness. You're powerful, so that should be enough, right?"

"Shirou, you cannot win this war just by being strong in battle. For instance, if your enemy is stronger than you in combat, what will you do?"

"Huh? Well… if I knew I couldn't beat them in combat, I'd have to do something without fighting―――"

Having said that much, I understand. If the enemies are strong, you wouldn't fight a proper battle. Beating opponents with your sword isn't the only way to fight. If you can't beat an enemy head-on, you'll have to do it some other way.

"Exactly. If your enemy discovers you are skilled in combat, your enemy will most likely not challenge you in combat. …And in that sense, Servants that lack ability will use any means possible."

"The Servant Assassin has low attributes, but has a special ability to hide its presence, and the Servant Caster is versed in magic that does not exist in this age. You cannot be optimistic because of a mere difference in power. And on top of that, we have our 'Noble Phantasms'. No matter what kind of Servant we are, as heroic spirits, we have our guaranteed fatal attack."

"Noble Phantasm―――?" That's not a term I've heard before. I think I might know what it means from the sound of it, though…

"Noble Phantasms are special weapons carried by Servants. Weapons like Lancer's lance, Archer's bow, and my sword are such. Heroes are not called heroes by themselves. Heroes have weapons that symbolize them and make them heroes."

"The hero and his weapon are one. So those who became heroic spirits wield a powerful weapon. That is the 'Noble Phantasm'―――the trump card for Servants, and the thing we must take the most care of."

"――――――――" …Saber says that Noble Phantasms are weapons that heroes wielded when they were alive.

I recall that blue knight. The lance that absorbed magical energy from the air and pierced Saber's chest with incredible movements. That was certainly not something fit for humans. That lance itself carried a strong curse, but I also felt an overwhelming amount of magical energy in the word Lancer said back then. Then could it be…?

"Saber. Are Noble Phantasms magic? Lancer's lance certainly seemed like a lance with history, but the lance itself wasn't extraordinary. But that lance went beyond the realm of weapons with his words. Isn't that some sort of magic?"

"Yes, Noble Phantasms are certainly similar to magic. For example, Lancer's lance itself is a Noble Phantasm, but it demonstrates its full potential only when he puts magical energy into it and says its true name."

"A Noble Phantasm could be called a materialized divine mystery. As spells are necessary to activate magic, recitation of the true name is necessary to awaken and to activate the Noble Phantasm. But that is also dangerous. By saying the true name of their Noble Phantasm, the identity of the Servant is revealed."

"…Oh yeah. Heroes and their weapons are one. If you know the weapon's name, you naturally know the identity of the owner." Saber nods silently.

That is why the Noble Phantasm is a trump card. In exchange for revealing the name, it launches an unavoidable fatal blow. But when it does not prove fatal… the Servant will expose all its weaknesses.

"Then, Saber. Is your Noble Phantasm that invisible sword?"

"…Yes. But I have not revealed its identity yet. No Servants should know my true name at this point." Having said that, Saber looks down awkwardly for a second.

"Shirou. I have a request about that matter." "Huh? What kind of request?"

"About my real name. Usually, Servants give their true names to their Master only, to determine future plans. But you are an inexperienced magus. A superior magus would be able to read your mind, so―――"

"Oh, so you can't tell me your real name? …Yeah, you're right. Like hypnotism, suggestion, or… well, I don't think there'd be any, but if any other Master had mystic eyes, I might just start babbling about it. ―――All right. Let's do that. I'll rely on you to decide when to use your Noble Phantasm."

"Uh―――um, can you really decide that so quickly?" "It wasn't easy. I thought it through. I agreed after thinking about it, so don't worry." "――――――――"

…Well. I get most of this stuff, but I still don't have a grasp of the situation.

This is strange, now that I think about it. Even though I've decided to fight, the only enemy I know is Tohsaka, and I don't intend to fight her. Well, I shouldn't be thinking like that because Tohsaka is ready to fight me any day.

"Hey Saber, do Servants and Masters have some sort of mark? I don't really know what I should be doing."

"No. Unfortunately, there is no clear way to distinguish them. But if other Servants are near, Servants are able to sense them. All the more if they are materialized. Servants themselves are powerful magic. I am sure you felt Berserker's presence."

"Ugh―――that is true. But it's bad to be able to tell only when you're attacked. I need to at least know before they approach, so I can take some sort of countermeasure."

"Then, how about searching for the Master's presence? Masters are magi. Since they use magic for a living, they will leak magical energy. If you search for that, you may be able to identify the Masters in this town." "…Sorry. Unfortunately, I can't do that sort of thing."

After all, I didn't even realize Tohsaka's real identity, and she goes to the same school as I do. We were in the same building for two years, and on top of that, I've seen her several times.

"―――Geez. No wonder people call me an amateur. The only evidence I'm even a Master is this Command Spell. It seems there'll be lots of difficulties ahead." I sigh. ―――And then.

"Shirou. Could you close your eyes for a moment?" Saber speaks with a serious expression on her face. "…? Close my eyes? Why?" "To prove that you are a Master. Just close your eyes and breathe normally."

"……" …I close my eyes. I feel a faint pressure on my forehead. ―――――Hey, it's prickling. Could this be the end of her sword―――!?

"―――Saber? Hold on, are you doing something weird?" "…Master, please stay silent and concentrate on my fingertip. If you are a magus, you should be able to feel my magical energy."

"―――Hm." I see, so it's Saber's finger that's touching me. I pull myself together and calm down.

―――Then. What is this?

"Saber, what was that?" "You should not need to ask. You and I are connected by our contract, so it is only natural for you to be able to understand my status."

"―――Understand? You mean, what happened just now?" "I do not know how you saw it. It is your standard that measures the Servant's ability. Some Masters classify according to color, and some classify according to animals."

"So in other words, you perceive it in a way most comprehensible for you. This is a standard concept for a Master, so please check frequently. Like me, once you see someone, you shall understand their details."

…I see. I was a bit surprised since it was so sudden, but I might be able to act a bit like a Master now.

"―――Master. I have simplified things, but that is all the explanation I can give you." "Okay. It was quick, but I get it now. Sorry, Saber."

"…You should not be 'sorry'. If you understand the situation, you should be deciding on a plan of action." She leans forward expectantly.

…I see. Saber is the same type as Tohsaka: attack first. That's good in its own way, but I can't decide what to do when I don't know what we should be doing.

"Hmm… We should wait and see… but we can't afford to do that. I don't know anything about the other Masters and I'm curious about the Ilya girl. …We should be going out in search of other Masters, but――――"

I think it's dangerous to wander around aimlessly. …Damn. Maybe I should have cooperated with Tohsaka.

"Ilya…? What about Berserker's Master, Shirou?"

"Huh…? Oh, no. I'm just wondering why she's after us. And that wasn't the first time I met her. I've met her once before, and I've heard the name Einzbern before as well."

"……" Then. After hearing the name "Einzbern," Saber gives me a hard look.

"Saber? Do you also know the name Einzbern?" "…Yes, I do. Let me ask you instead. Do you not know of that name?"

"Well, I've only heard of it. An unrelated guy asked me how the Einzbern girl was doing before I even met her." "……I see. Then you have not heard anything." Saber closes her eyes and ponders.

"…This must be fate. You should go to the church if you would like to know about the Einzbern family. That priest should be able to answer your questions and guide you to the path you must take."

"The church…? You mean the church we went to yesterday? But he told us we shouldn't go back there unless I want to revoke my Command Spell."

"He must have said that for expediency's sake. That rule is only part of the face he puts up for his association. It has no power if you are not part of their association." "Hm…"

…That is certainly true. Tohsaka belongs to the Magic Association, but we don't. We wouldn't gain anything from following their orders, so we can ignore them.

"Do you understand? That place may be a last resort for you, but are under no obligation to follow their orders." "You're right. But I still want to avoid that place… And I don't think I should go see that priest too much."

Kotomine Kirei. That priest feels strange. It's not that I feel enmity or danger. …I must not see that man. I'm scared because I might crumble in front of him.

"I understand how you feel. I do not want to have business with him if I could help it." She declares this with a straight face. "…?" That's unexpected. I never thought heroic spirits would have difficulty dealing with human beings, and most of all――――

"I know I don't like him, but why don't you? You haven't even met him, right?" "――――――――" Saber hesitates. After frowning, she lifts up her face as if to shake off her hesitation.

"He took part in the last Holy Grail War. I do not know which Servant he had, but Kiritsugu always took him seriously."

"――――Huh?" I know that. I know that, but what did she just say? "Saber… Why do you know my father's name?"

"I was Kiritsugu's Servant. Emiya Kiritsugu was a Master in the last Holy Grail War. He cooperated all the way through to the final fight. During the war, Emiya Kiritsugu saw the priest as his greatest enemy. He believed the priest was the only one who could defeat us."

"――――――――" Hold on. Then what? My father was a Master in the last Holy Grail War, fought along with Saber, and―――― He's part of the cause of that disaster?

"――――You're lying. That can't be true. Then why didn't Kotomine tell me? Why didn't my father tell me about it?"

"I do not know. I could never understand what Kiritsugu was thinking. But I am sure the priest did not tell you because you did not ask him. He is a man who will answer you if you ask. He will tell you the truth if you inquire him about it."

"――――――――" Saber stares at me silently. The meaning of being a Master. Her green eyes tell me to go to the church of my own will if I want to know about Emiya Kiritsugu.

"……" I head to the church. Saber must plan to watch over me, since she's following me in that outfit.

"……" I look up at the church. …Even though Saber urged me to come here, I'm still not prepared. I don't feel like going in there to ask the priest about what happened ten years ago.

"Master." I turn back to the girl behind me. "I shall wait here. Please face the priest yourself."

"…I know. I came this far, so I won't back down now." "Please do not tell the priest that I was summoned. You should not tell him that the same heroic spirit was summoned twice."

"Okay. I'll ask him only about Kiritsugu. I'll be back quickly, so wait for me here." "…Very well. Please be careful, Shirou. Call for me if danger approaches. That priest makes me uneasy. I do not know what will happen to you if you let your guard down."

"I feel the same way. Don't worry. I'll escape and call for you if anything happens." I take a step onto the stairs. I enter the church, leaving Saber under the winter sky.

I don't see the priest in the chapel. In his place, I see a man sitting in a chair. His hair is golden. He must be a foreigner.

"Excuse me. Is Father Kotomine here?" I ask him, not expecting a response.

"――――――――" The man slowly gets up. At that instant… All my muscles stiffen up.

He walks to me. There's something odd about that simple action. He is walking towards me in a casual manner. That's all he's doing, so―――why am I getting ready to be killed by this man?

"Oh――――" The man raises his arm. It reaches out for my neck and―――― …Stops midair.

"――――Hm. You are entranced by something unpleasant."

He withdraws. Yes, that is only natural. I'm actually the strange one for thinking he was going to kill me just because he was coming closer.

"Wait right there. You have business with Kotomine, right?" He disappears behind the altar.

"……" Several minutes pass. "I am surprised. Have you retired after only half a day, Emiya Shirou?" Kotomine appears, greeting me with that annoying tone I remember from last night.

"―――That's not it. I came here because I have something I want to ask you. I wouldn't come here for any other reason." "Very well. I am a busy man, so I do not want people to be attached to me."

Kotomine draws closer, his firm footsteps filling the air. …Is this what you would call invisible pressure? He has a severe air about him that makes people conscious of their weakness. It must be a good characteristic for priests, but could it also be their greatest fault?

"What is it? Go ahead and ask if you have a question. There is no need for greetings between us." "――――――――"

…He's right. There's no need to be friends with him. I came here to confirm what Saber told me. I should ask him and quickly leave.

"There's only one thing I need to ask you. Why didn't you tell me about it?" "Hmm. What did I not tell you?" "――――It's about my father. Why didn't you tell me that Emiya Kiritsugu was a Master in the previous Holy Grail War?" He smiles. He does not look guilty. …This man is enjoying the fact that Kiritsugu's name came out of my mouth.

"Answer me. It's natural for you to know if you're the supervisor of the Holy Grail War. So why didn't you tell me about it?"

"Is it not obvious? What good would it do to you to know that your father was a Master? Emiya Kiritsugu's achievements have nothing to do with you."

His disinterested tone shows no opening for a rebuttal. Kotomine's answer isn't wrong. Even if my father was a great Master, it doesn't mean I get any benefit out of it. But――――

"…No, there is a connection. Did I become a Master because I'm Kiritsugu's son?" I was raised as his son, and I studied magic as his apprentice. I became a Master just like him, and made a contract with the exact same heroic spirit. There has to be a meaning behind all this.

"You said I became a Master by chance. I would've chosen to fight then and there if you'd told me that Kiritsugu was a Master. Why didn't you tell me about it?"

"That is none of my concern. I have never heard of a Master's title being hereditary, and in any case, you are not Kiritsugu's son. It is rare for an unprepared person to be chosen as a Master."

"The Command Spell is usually not given to someone who knows nothing of the Holy Grail. I do not know why you were chosen as an exception."

"…Then I really don't have a connection with my father? I was chosen to be a Master by chance, and my father saved me because…" …He saved me out of pure good will?

"As far as I know. But I cannot understand the intentions of the Holy Grail. I would like to say that you were chosen to be a Master by chance, but I suspect fate had a hand in this. The Grail might want you to atone for Emiya Kiritsugu's sin of denying its power."

"What…? My father denied the Holy Grail?" "That is right. Your father came to this town to obtain it. His sole purpose was to obtain the Holy Grail. The Holy Grail answered his pure wish, and maybe the Holy Grail thought he would be a fit owner."

"But Emiya Kiritsugu betrayed the Holy Grail. He destroyed the Holy Grail at the very end. To end the Holy Grail War, he betrayed the Holy Grail which placed expectations on him and its longstanding desire."

"He destroyed――――the Holy Grail…?" If that's true, the Holy Grail certainly would not approve of Emiya Kiritsugu.

But he wasn't mistaken. A Holy Grail that grants any wish. Magi kill each other to obtain it. …The Holy Grail is the cause of the conflict. My father did not betray anyone when he destroyed the Holy Grail. He ended the Holy Grail War as the superhero I always admired.

"…He didn't betray anyone. Kiritsugu destroyed the Holy Grail probably because he thought there was no need for it. Kiritsugu did not betray anything."

"Hm. It seems you do not know what Kiritsugu was like before. ―――All right. There is little point to it, but I shall tell you the true identity of Emiya Kiritsugu." The priest smiles. It is the ominous smile of someone intoxicated with delight.

"Emiya Kiritsugu. He was a magus unrelated to the Holy Grail War. He lived for his desires and objectives, and sought the Holy Grail as a result. A miracle he could not make come true himself. An ideal he could not implement with mere human power. He could not cast away his immature dream that should have been given up, and that is why he sought the Holy Grail to make his wish come true."

"―――I do not know where he heard about the Holy Grail War. It might have been that someone else deemed him worthy. But I do not care how it happened."

"Either way, Emiya Kiritsugu was hired as a Master. He was named the greatest Master by the Einzberns―――the family of magi that is the cause of this ritual."

"Having learned from the previous three wars, the Einzbern family sought a Master specialized in battle. The magic of the Einzbern family is not suited for battle. Therefore, they put their trust in Kiritsugu, a strong magus who did not belong to the Magic Association."

"They taught Kiritsugu about the Holy Grail, gave him power as a Master, and gave him a woman to produce a successor who would be more suited to combat. He would be formally accepted into the Einzbern family if he obtained the Holy Grail. It was like accepting a commoner into a noble family. The Einzberns treated Kiritsugu exceptionally, and it is easy to imagine how much trust they had in Kiritsugu."

"And Kiritsugu answered their trust. Kiritsugu defeated many Masters in the previous Holy Grail War. I am the only one who survived after fighting him. Everyone else was killed for sure. He was precise, careful, brutal, and cruel. He showed no pity for his enemies. Once the decision was made, he killed. He killed a Servant, let the Master beg for help while crawling on the floor, and ruthlessly shot him in the head. He showed no emotion even after killing. Neither the supremacy of his strength nor guilt in killing the weak."

"In short, he was a machine. He did not have any emotions to begin with. There was no space for his human emotions to enter."

"What――――my father was a machine…?" "Yes, he killed. He did not think like you about not involving innocent people. He thoroughly attacked his enemy's weakness, allowing no chance to counterattack. He used the enemy's family as a shield and their friends as their shackles to win the war."

"Yes. If Kiritsugu were in this war, he would be the Master you would hate the most. If being heartless is evil, he would be the greatest evil of all."

"――――――――" "What? Are you not satisfied? I understand. Emiya Kiritsugu is not a machine. He threw away his personal feelings for his goals. It was both his strength and weakness to cast off his emotions through his own will without even using self-suggestion. It would have been easy to prepare another 'cold-hearted' personality in him, but he must have believed such a person would not obtain the Holy Grail."

"He went so far, but――――that same weakness made him betray everything. The Einzberns entrusted their longstanding desire to Kiritsugu. The Holy Grail appeared after five Masters were defeated. It was a wish that no human could make come true, a wish Emiya Kiritsugu desired."

"But he threw everything away at the last moment. That is the end of the last Holy Grail War――――the true nature of the magus you call your father."

"The Holy Grail disappeared and the Holy Grail War ended. The Einzberns retreated after being betrayed by Kiritsugu, and they spent ten years preparing the next Holy Grail."

"…Hm. Now that I think about it, they must have seen this Holy Grail War coming. The previous war ended without any result. Unused magical energy carries over to the next war. They must have known the next war would begin shortly."

"……" I can't accept Kotomine's story. That Kiritsugu was a cold-hearted Master… And that a noble family of magi had a connection to my father…

There's no way I can accept it all when it all comes so suddenly. …All I can tell from this is that Kotomine did not lie, and―――

"―――Kotomine. Did you hate Kiritsugu?" The man before me, the one who is uninterested in everything, actually displays anger towards Kiritsugu.

"Of course. We were at the opposite ends of the spectrum. We are natural enemies. Makiri and Einzbern considered us as the same kind, but we treated each other as natural enemies."

"…Natural enemies? You were on guard against my father like he was on guard against you?" "No. We simply could not ignore each other."

"He was a saint beyond help. He could not forgive death, yet he killed to save other people. If one sacrifice were needed to save ten, he would kill the sacrifice himself without a second thought."

"He always prepared the minimum sacrifice to make his dream world where everyone could smile. ――――That contradiction. A contradictory ideal is something I have as well, but we were not of the same kind."

"He lived for his ideal. He pursued his ideal until the moment he destroyed the Holy Grail. That is why he had pride in himself, allowing him to become a machine without hesitation."

"That is our similarity and our difference. He had an iron mind unplagued by inner conflict. The reason he was never wounded―――was he was wounded from the start. He was an artificial brute, just as I was an artificial priest."

"……" 'He was wounded from the start'. So that means the premise he believed in was wrong from the start.

"…Then are you saying you're different? You take wounds, and you're not already wounded. You're a normal human being that can be wounded if you get slashed at, right? Are you saying you're different from Kiritsugu because you're a priest…?"

"Hm. People would not consider us to be the same if that were the case. People thought we were similar in another aspect. …Let's see. If you talk about being similar, you are more similar to him than I."

"You both have child-like ideals. Believing in simplicity and shouldering the role of a criminal for the sake of that ideal. Turning yourselves into the greatest evil to eliminate all the small evils in this world. You and Kiritsugu act like the saviors we call 'anti-heroes.'"

"……? What is this anti-hero thing?" "It is what it sounds like. It is the opposite of a hero, an unforgivable murderer." "Hey, that's just a villain. Are you making fun of me?"

"Oh my. It seems you are misunderstanding me. I am welcoming you. You are Kiritsugu's son. Think about having your enemy's son come to you for help. It is such a complex feeling that you cannot decide whether to be happy or sad."

The priest laughs silently. …I don't know his true intentions, but he doesn't seem to be bored.

"Well, about the anti-hero. They are beings whose existence itself is evil, but their actions are good deeds according to people. They are beings who people set up as saviors, even if they don't want to be."

"Those are the heroic spirits called the anti-heroes. An example of this would be a sacrifice."

"Even if the sacrificed one is evil, he would become a hero if everyone in the village is saved because of the sacrifice, right? It would not matter to anyone whether the sacrifice was eaten or buried. If the one whom this disgrace was forced upon saves people, he would become a hero instead of a sinner."

"…… Is this like getting a high promotion for dying in combat?"

"――――No, you are wrong. The important part is the minds of the people who set up the hero. A proper hero is created from respect, gratitude, and feelings of guilt. You cannot become an anti-hero from gratitude or guilt. …Well, humans forget their ugliness and substitute farce with tragedy. Heroes who died as evil will be treated as victims as time goes on, and they will not stay as pure evil."

"…Will not stay as pure evil…?" "Correct. Anti-heroes have to be both victim and assailant. …They are created by the people, but are not a part of humanity. It is that contradiction which allows them to be 'the enemy of the world' exempt from all the restraining forces of the world."

"…But then, there aren't many pure anti-heroes. They are something that does not exist. They are merely what people wish to exist."

"They are an ideal that humans have created, sacrifices to deny the original sin. Just think of the anti-hero as one of the wishes that will never come true; a synonym for peace." "……?"

"…Hah. In short, it is a naive dream that will never come true. You want to be a superhero like Kiritsugu, right? Then you will be a great anti-hero. How about it? Why don't you wish to become a hero when you obtain the Holy Grail?"

"…Hey now. A superhero isn't like a hero. I don't know what you're trying to say, but I won't fall for your cheap tricks."

"Oh? How is it different?" "I-I don't know! It's just different, okay!? And a hero is not something you try to be, but something you are at the end. I bet the only thing the Holy Grail can give me is powers beyond my position."

"―――I see. So you truly are a son of his, even if not blood-related. You both are hard-headed." He must be making fun of me, as his smile is friendly.

"Hm……" …This guy hates my father. But he doesn't anger me because… …Well… He has yet to say anything bad about my father.

"Hey. Wouldn't you have gotten along with my father?" I ask him when I realize this.

"Oh. Why do you think so?" "…For no reason. I just thought so."

"Then you are mistaken. I hate Emiya Kiritsugu. We never even spoke. The one time we met, we tried to kill each other. I have already told you that we are exact opposites. Our wishes, our questions, are different. A question by the one who does not have it shall not be answered by the one who does." His eyes tell me that is why they would never have been able to get along.

"……? 'The one who does not have it'? Are you saying Kiritsugu had something that you didn't have?"

"Yes. I could not change my will itself for something I believed in. Well, we cannot be compared since our goals were different."

"…?" Changing your will for something you believe in… Is that like saving ten by killing one, like he said earlier?

"You do not need to understand. Emiya Kiritsugu desired peace. Isn't it simple? But it was too simple for this complex world. He had to reject the extra parts that could not fit into that perfect shape."

"―――But he could not tolerate that. He sought a perfect shape, but still wanted to save the extra parts. …But that is a miracle exceeding human power. There is no such thing as a world without conflict. He sought the Holy Grail to deny that fact."

"He sought his ideal, and after being faced with the fact that it was impossible, had no other choice but to rely on the Holy Grail. That is the end of the man who was cornered by his own ideal. His dream was an impossible sorcery that could only be granted by 'something that does not exist' like the Holy Grail."

"――――――――" A world without conflict. Did my father really believe in such a thing? He worked hard to become strong, but the more he matured, the more he was cornered by reality. But still, he still kept believing in his ideal and in the end, attained the miracle-granting Holy Grail.

Emiya Kiritsugu must have experienced many failures by that time. First of all, to seek the Holy Grail means knowing your wish is unattainable by normal means.

He wore out and strayed far away from his ideal. But my father still sought the Holy Grail. For his ideal, and for everything he sacrificed.

"…But my father destroyed the Holy Grail. His wish was never granted, right?"

"Correct. It was his own self that betrayed him in the end. …In that instant, I began to feel anger towards him. To be honest, I did not mind his wish. I was interested in the 'peace' that humans wish for."

"Isn't that the same for you as well? You're a priest after all, right?" The priest nods, saying that a world without conflict is what everyone desires.

"But that is not my wish. First of all, I do not have such ordinary wishes." "You don't have ordinary wishes…?"

"That's right. An ideal world is one that is the most comfortable. For Emiya Kiritsugu, it was a world without conflict. From the very beginning, his standard was different from mine."

"…?" "It is a simple story. There is nothing that brings me happiness. It does not matter, let it be believing in people or having people believe in me. What other people called happiness did not bring me any joy."

He says this emotionlessly. He is not talking to me. It's almost like a monologue.

"―――Well, that is all. I answered your question if Emiya Kiritsugu was a Master well enough." "Uh―――no, hold on. It's not just my father I want to know about. Um, well…"

About my preparation for the role of Master and about how I should go about fighting from now on… …I bet he'll laugh and make fun of me if I asked something so stupid. I want to avoid that. In fact, I will avoid it.

"If you have any other questions, make it short. That took longer than I thought."

"――――!" …No, there was something else I wanted to ask him about. Didn't I come to this church because I wanted this question answered?

"Aren't you concerned about the Einzberns? I would think they would want to kill you, since you are Kiritsugu's son."

"…! Yeah, it's about that…! First of all, who is this Einzbern? You said they are the cause of the Holy Grail War or something."

"Yes, they are the cause. I told you that the Holy Grail War is a ritual, yes? If there is a ritual, it is natural for there to be a ritualist."

"There were some magi 200 years ago who found out there is a distortion in the ley line on this land. They offered their secret techniques to each other to create the Holy Grail's activation circle. That was the start of the Holy Grail War. The three families involved in its creation are the legitimate owners of the Holy Grail."

"The ones that created the Holy Grail. The ones that devised the Command Spell which abuses the heroic spirits. The ones that offered the land and the technique to bore a hole into the world."

"Einzbern, Makiri, and Tohsaka. They are the three families that started it all, with lineage and history far surpassing ours. The Tohsaka are the only ones from this land, but their fatherly master is that Schweinorg. Well, if the master is the kind of person I hear he is, it is ridiculous to group them according to race."

"……Hm. So the Einzberns are the leading family of the Holy Grail War?"

"In the past, yes. But they are only participants now that the Holy Grail summoning has failed and its ownership became uncertain. Now, their only role is to create the vessel of the Holy Grail. The same goes for Tohsaka and Makiri. They are just families whose members have a higher likelihood of being chosen as Masters."

"…But the Holy Grail is what the Einzbern family proposed in the first place. Their history spans a thousand years. A family that lasted for a thousand years without spawning any branch families is rare."

"Do you understand, Emiya Shirou? The Einzbern family has only pursued the fulfillment of the Holy Grail for a thousand years. A thousand years. They are crazy, continuing their deeds from the time when barbarism such as mass murder was allowed for the sake of recovering holy ground. They are not fanatics, not obstinate, nor crazy. They just held the hopeless cross to enforce the meaninglessness."

"That is why the Einzbern magi are beyond the domain of magic. They are monsters, never straying from their path, always attempting to achieve a common goal. Normally such people die off after a few decades. We cannot imagine their feeling of disgrace and frustration when they had to invite in a magus outside of their family."

"But their desire to complete the Holy Grail was stronger still. They repeated their mistake for 500 years. It took them 300 years to accept the fact that they could not obtain the Holy Grail by themselves. And―――it took them another 200 years to realize that they could not obtain it unless they use their own powers."

"The Einzberns literally killed their emotions to cooperate with Makiri and Tohsaka. As a result, their ownership of the Holy Grail was taken away and they were reduced to mere participants in the war. They endured the disgrace, even going as far as contaminating their own bloodline by inviting in an outside magus. But unbelievably, Emiya Kiritsugu betrayed them with the Holy Grail in front of him."

"That is the connection between Kiritsugu and the Einzberns. And that is your connection with them."

"―――――――" …I see. Then it's natural for that girl to come after me. It's natural for them not to let their betrayer's son go if he becomes a Master.

"Do you understand now? All the Masters have some sort of burden, but the obsession of the Makiri and Einzbern families cannot be expressed into words. If the Makiri family have carried their burden for five hundred years, the Einzbern family have carried theirs for a thousand. ――――If anyone has the right to own the Holy Grail, it would be one of them."

"……" I'm at a loss for words. No man can stand against an obsession that has lasted for centuries.

"Do not be depressed. Emiya Kiritsugu did betray them, but you do not need to condemn him for it. To put it another way, he held to his belief, even if it meant opposing a 1000-year-old apparition. He threw away everything for that purpose. Isn't that something to be proud of?"

"――――――――" …People who accepted him… Something he protected by opposing a thousand years of history… I'm not buying everything the priest has told me, but if it really is true――――

―――If I am to call myself my father's son, I have to follow my beliefs like he did――――

"What is wrong? Are you scared now that you've heard a thousand years?"

"―――No. I chose to fight, no matter what the reason is. I don't care what the other Masters think. I won't let something like the disaster ten years ago happen again." I raise my head in determination. The priest nods, apparently satisfied.

"That is good enough. If that is your reason to fight, put your life on the line as you do so. There will be more victims the longer the war lasts. Risk your life like Kiritsugu and lure your enemies in."

"…You're saying what you want because it doesn't concern you. You're telling me to be bait?"

"You have nothing else to risk, so it cannot be helped. Well, it is not entirely hopeless. You have no ability to detect other Masters, but Servants can sense other Servants. If you have an excellent Servant, you need only wait."

"――――" I turn my back to him. There's nothing else I need to ask. I've kept Saber waiting, so I should be going back now.

"Hold on. Let me ask you something. Do you know any healing magic?" "―――No. What about it?"

"Well, then bring any wounded people here. As part of The Church, I cannot overlook any victims. I can handle all the treatments unless they are beyond help." "――――" I stop.

"…I'm surprised. You can use healing magic? That's banned in the Church, right?"

"It is outside of our jurisdiction, but I have acquired it. I once had someone die in front of me. After that, I started to study it, and it seems I am more compatible with it than I thought."

"Oh, but I will ask for compensation if I am to heal you. I have to be fair as the supervisor." "―――I refuse. I wouldn't come to you for help even if my life depended on it."

I turn away, and this time I really do leave.

I leave the church. Saber must have been waiting under cover, as she appears as soon as I come through the door.

"Are you done with your inquiry, Shirou?" "Yeah. I heard about my father and what kind of a relationship he had with the Einzbern family. He also warned me about what I should do. He's more talkative than he looks. He recommended a lot of things to me."

"Huh…? T-That priest was cooperative?" I don't know what's wrong, but Saber is bewildered.

"――――――――" "S-Shirou? What is wrong? Did he ask for something in compensation? Kuh, why did you not call for me!? You said you would call for me if there was any danger…!"

I must have had a strange expression because Saber draws near and peers at my face.

"――――――――" "So what did he do to you, Shirou…!? Your wound has not healed yet. You should know something like last night could happen again if you let your guard down…!" Saber draws even closer.

"――――――――" "Please show me your wound, Shirou! I am partly responsible for it. I cannot let you die without returning my debt. I have not helped you as a Servant yet. I cannot allow our contract to end like this…!"

Saber reaches for my shirt as if to rip it off. She doesn't look scary at all, but rather…

"――――――――Kuh." Oh, crap. I was trying to hold it in, but I my laughter spills out. "……Shirou?" Her hand stops. She realizes what I've been trying to suppress and glares at me.

"――――Shirou. It is not good to enjoy someone else's confusion." "――――――――!" Her protest is so entertaining that it brings a smile to my face.

"Shirou!" "Kuh――――I'm sorry. I was just surprised because you were in such a panic. Um, it was a fortunate misunderstanding, or something like that."

"…A 'fortunate misunderstanding,' eh? I feel some hidden meaning in that. Are you going to explain to me what it means?"

I must have hit a nerve because she gets even more emotional. Saber's like the class president type. She seriously gets mad when I do something stupid. And since she's serious, her real character appears.

"What are you smiling for…!? Is it that funny that I misunderstood your condition!?"

"I'm sorry. To be honest, I'm just happy. You're really energetic right now." "…? There is nothing wrong with my condition, but what about it?"

"No, that's not what I'm talking about. It's just that this is the first time I've seen your real personality. I'm glad I can see that you're a girl."

"Wha――――" Saber jumps back.

"W-What are you saying? The gender of the Servant does not matter. We are here only to fight, so please do not get happy over such a thing." She glowers at me, probably because she's mad or astonished.

"――――――――" But I somehow don't feel bad, and I'm still smiling.

Even though she's a Servant, she's as human as she appears. I don't know about the other Servants, but the girl I made a contract with is not just a familiar that only knows combat.

She said she has not helped me yet. She saved me from Lancer and she tried to let me escape from Berserker. She saved my life twice, but she still thinks she hasn't helped me yet.

"――――I wonder if she's good-natured, or just a perfectionist." "W-What is that look? Even if you are my Master, there are some remarks I cannot ignore. I have appropriate plans if you say anything more."

"All right, all right. I understand, so don't get too mad. I'm just saying I'm glad you're the one I made a contract with."

"W-What are you saying? I was only summoned by you. I did not make a contract with you out of choice. You were the one who chose me."

"It was only an accident, though. …Yeah, that's what I regret. I wanted to make the conscious choice to choose you."

I hold out my right hand. This is something I wasn't able to do at the very beginning. I have to make the promise I should've made before.

"Shirou…?" "This is a bit late, but can I? This is the only way I know how." Without a word, Saber walks over to me and shakes my hand. Her slender fingers. I feel her warmth through my hand.

"Will you fight with me from now on? I need your help, Saber." "My oath will not change. I was summoned to be your sword."

"―――And we both need each other's help. I will borrow your strength to obtain the Holy Grail. If you trust me, I will do my best to live up to that trust."

Her hand is warm. "――――――――" The hesitation within me disappears without a trace. It has been half a day since the night it all began. I am finally able to realize that she is my ally who will fight alongside me.

――――We will wait until nightfall to go out into the city. After some discussion, that is what we decided.

As Kotomine said, I can't sense other Masters. Saber is the only one who can sense our enemies, and even then, she's only able to sense nearby Servants.

So naturally, our plan is to walk around and find information. It's like counting on luck, but it's "risky but certain" according to Saber.

Masters aren't going to be holed up in their hideouts all the time. If the Holy Grail War is a race, you have to do something to get ahead of the competition. That means the Servants search for the enemy's hideout while the Masters use magic to set up traps. We can use that to our advantage.

Lots of magical energy will be needed if either one does something. Even though I can't sense other magi, I can detect the lingering traces of their power. If we patrol the city looking for that, I'm sure we'll find some signs of other Masters.

…This is information I'll be getting by using myself as bait. I have no other method besides being bait, just like Kotomine said.

We'll start the patrols tonight. Saber told me to stay at the house, but I refused, saying I would go with her.

After a long, unproductive talk… "…All right. But please promise you will always be with me. Can you swear not to go outside by yourself at night?"

…Saber finally accepted my point of view.

Well. Our course of action is decided, but there are two more problems.

"Shirou. I have explained to you before, but I cannot afford to use too much magical energy, especially if we plan to patrol tonight."

"Yeah. You're going to sleep as much as you can to preserve magical energy, right? Since I can't provide you with magical energy, you have to maintain your body yourself. So, say you can regenerate 8 units of magical energy per day and you need 6 units to sustain yourself daily. That excess 2 units is what we can save up. And if you conserve well, you could use about 10 units during a battle, right?"

"That is true as long as I am not wounded or my armor does not become damaged. But against heroic spirits of such rank, that is not likely. To put it in your terms, I used about 50 units against Lancer, and about 200 units against Berserker."

She was pierced by Lancer, and her stomach was slashed by Berserker. It makes sense for her to have used a lot of magical energy to heal those wounds. It makes sense, but…

"I did not use that much magical energy to heal myself. I used it more to restore the armor that was destroyed. Most of my magical energy is fixed on protecting me."

…That's how it is, according to her.

"So your armor is part of your body, right? So maintaining your body and your armor is the same thing. You have your armor off right now to preserve magical energy, right?"

"Yes. But things like this should not be necessary for other Servants. I can only disarm myself since I cannot turn into spirit form, but Servants such as Archer and Lancer can become spirits to reduce the burden on their Masters." "I see, I see. …Oh, I guess this is good enough."

"Shirou. It is helpful that you are preparing our meal, but do you not think it is easing the tension?" "Huh? No, I don't think so."

I don't, but it is true my sense of urgency disappeared. I was surprised when Saber told me about her condition after our strategy meeting. As I don't provide her with magical energy, she has her hands full with maintaining her body. I tried to change our course of action, saying that it should be impossible for her to fight in that condition, but…

"Hey Saber. Let me ask you again, but how much magical energy do you have right now?" "In your terms, I have about 1000 units." ―――So it's something ridiculous like that.

She said she spent about two hundred against Berserker, but she still has that much magical energy remaining. And she says it's not full. It's scary to think how much magical energy she would've had with a proper Master. Her capacity is way beyond human, and I stop stupidly thinking how many times more of my magical energy it would take to fill her up. I finally understand why Tohsaka called Saber "the most superior Servant".

"…Of course I'm not nervous anymore. There's nothing to worry about if you have that much magical energy and we only have to face six enemies."

"――――That is only if I am to fight them. I told you earlier, but using a Noble Phantasm takes lots of magical energy. It is hard to use my Noble Phantasm in my current state. Therefore I must save up as much magical energy as I can."

Saber's mad. I can't tell if she's mad at me for being a burden, or because I'm keeping her here when she has to sleep.

"I understand your magical energy is important, but so is food, right? I used leftovers for lunch, so please eat a proper meal for dinner. You can sleep after you eat."

"……All right. I do not intend to use my Noble Phantasm lightly. We shall talk about this later when you have a better understanding of what Servants are." Saber says this in a dissatisfied manner and takes a seat.

Good. She might complain, but she always listens to me. So the problem of "conserving magical energy" is settled now. In the first place, it's not something we can do anything about, and the only way to help ourselves is to get a better understanding of our current situation. So…

"But, Shirou. You said you have two problems. What is the other problem?" "Huh? Oh, it'll come soon. Please do as I said." I cut some white radishes and put them into the saucepan.

"…?" Saber tilts her head in confusion. There… "I'm home! Are you cooking, Shirou!?" "Excuse me, Senpai." …I hear the usual voices from the entrance.

"……" "……" "……" The silence is painful. It's only natural. Fuji-Nee and Sakura are confused, and they're looking at me for an explanation.

"This is Saber. She's going to be staying at this house starting today. Please give her your best regards."

It's been ten minutes since that was my explanation to them.

This lack of protest feels awkward. I want to take a sip of tea, but I feel like the sound of it would echo through the room, so the hot tea sits there untouched. But sitting here won't solve anything. I have to move forward with courage.

"We can't turn her away since she came here for my father. She won't stay long as she's only here for sightseeing. Also, she'll be staying in the separate building so it won't be a problem."

"……" "……" "……"

…The silence continues. By the way… I can understand why Sakura and Fuji-Nee are quiet, but why is Saber looking so surprised?

"――――Phew. Well, if she's an acquaintance of Kiritsugu-san, it can't be helped. I heard he had some relatives overseas, so, was it… Saber-san? She seems reliable, so I have no objections."

"…Um. Fujimura-Sensei, that's…" "I'm sorry. I understand how you feel, but this is Kiritsugu-san's house. It would be shameful for us Japanese to throw out a foreigner who came here relying on us, right? It's been getting dangerous lately, so we can't just throw this cute girl out on the streets."

"……That's true, but… is this okay with you, Senpai?" "Yeah, this is what I intended. I'm going to have Saber stay here for a while. Are you against it, Sakura?" "…No, I do not mind if an acquaintance of yours stays here, but――――um, Saber is…"

"Hm? Oh, it's a strange name, right? She's blunt like her name suggests, but I guarantee she's a good person. She might sound strange since she's not used to Japan, but it'll really help me out if you can help her out, Sakura."

"……All right. If you're fine with it, then I am too." Is she nervous because Saber's a foreigner? Sakura nods while looking away from her.

So it's dinnertime. I put extra effort into dinner to welcome Saber and to make up for lunch.

I made minced bonito salad, fried chicken with hot sauce, meat and potato stew, and lots of tempura including shrimp tempura.

The dinner I put so much effort into is… Unpopular with the main guest and my pupil.

"Wow, what is this tempura!? 'Juicy' and 'tasty' don't begin to describe it! What did you do, Shirou!? I have a better opinion of shrimp now!"

"…………" Well… It's all good since Fuji-Nee's enjoying it enough for the four of us.

Dinner ends without trouble thanks to her. I don't know what happened, but Fuji-Nee gave some of her food to Saber. I guess Fuji-Nee likes Saber because she is quiet.

"……" Saber and Fuji-Nee left to prepare Saber's room. And Sakura and I clean up after dinner. Well, there's nothing wrong with that, because it's part of the usual chores.

"I'll wash the dishes, so can you clean the table? Oh, you don't have to throw away the tempura oil. Can you put the lid on it and store it? It's heavy. Can you handle it?" "Huh…? Oh, yes. I'm stronger than I look, you know?"

She picks up the pot of oil. Good, so since she does archery, I didn't need to worry. "Well, archery isn't all about strength either…" I wash the dishes.

Then… "Huh? There's less towels here, Senpai. The paper towel roll is empty and the plates are moved around." "What? Let's see… Oh, you're right. Did someone break in?"

"Hmm. I don't think there are robbers that only steal towels." "Right. That's no robber."

The plates have been moved around. The paper towels are gone. Some towels are missing. According to these clues…

"――――Oh. That's right. Tohsaka was here." I remember now.

Tohsaka was the one who treated me after that incident with Berserker. I'm pretty sure that she used the paper towels during my treatment.

"Senpai. Do you mean Tohsaka-Senpai?" "Yeah. I had her come in. Um, I had a stupid accident and hurt myself. Tohsaka just happened to pass by and she kindly treated me. As expected from our school's honor student, right? She's so full of affection."

I don't mean the last half, of course. My school's proud honor student died last night. It's highly regrettable, but the image of "Tohsaka Rin as an honor student" died inside of me.

"…Why?" "Hm?" "Why did Tohsaka-Senpai come here? That's strange. She has nothing to do with this place. I'm here, and she has no connection with Senpai, so why?"

Sakura hangs her head and tries to control herself. "……" I'm at a loss for words at this sudden event. She hugs herself tightly as if enduring some uneasiness.

The lights disappear. It's eleven o'clock. We waited until the town fell asleep before we went outside.

"Well, Shirou. Are we going to the center of town?" "……"

……Sakura's state didn't change after dinner's cleanup. If anything, it got worse. She lost all her energy and was absent-minded, as if she had a fever. And on top of that, she didn't want me to walk her home, so Fuji-Nee had to take her.

"Or are you planning to go to the other town? It seems likely that other Masters are over there."

"……" Come to think of it, Sakura was acting strange the day before yesterday as well. She looked downcast and seemed afraid of something.

"Shirou? Are you listening, Shirou?" "……" "Shirou! I am asking you what we should do tonight!" "Huh!?" I raise my head in surprise. Saber is right in front of me, looking angry.

"――――Sorry, I was spacing out. You're asking me what we should do, right?" "In that case, I need not repeat myself. ―――There is a slight distortion of the ley-line in both towns. I am certain that the other Masters are doing something. We may be able to defeat one tonight, depending on where we go."

"So you're saying we might fight a Master all of a sudden? …But what if it turns out to be that girl? You can't beat Berserker, right?"

"――――Master. I am in perfect condition right now. Even though I do not receive any magical energy supply, I will not easily lose. …Well, all we can do against Ilyasviel is retreat. We do not know their Noble Phantasm, so we cannot use ours yet."

"――――――――" The only one Saber is cautious about of is Berserker. She does not talk about other possibilities―――such as when we might encounter Tohsaka. For Saber, Tohsaka is merely an enemy she must defeat. But to me, Masters are people we have to stop, not kill.

"Saber, let me confirm. We will stop fighting when the Masters and Servants surrender. My plan is to make them use up their Command Spells so they won't be Masters anymore. …Is that okay?"

"…Understood. But Shirou, if the enemy does not accept our proposition, then…" "…Yeah, then we'll follow the rules of the Holy Grail War. They should be ready for it if they're fighting as Masters."

We start descending the hill. ―――We can patrol this town or Shinto. Tonight, we will――――

#votestaynight

2 notes · View notes

rinwellisathing · 1 month

Text

You're Awful, I Love You: Part 33

Enver Gortash/Trans Male Tiefling Durge

Within what felt like a few short moments, the group was seated at a war table upstairs. Ketheric was in a large, imposing chair, Gortash beside him in a somewhat smaller one. One to match the chair Gortash sat in was at Ketheric's other side, but Sentry ignored it and slid into Gortash's lap instead, earning a look of abject disdain from Ketheric. The rest of the seats, simple dining chairs practically, were populated by Gabraela (who looked furious), Tomi (who was smiling pleasantly and had her hands folded neatly.), and Orin (who glared briefly at Sentry). Other than them, Jackal sat in one of the chairs, his throat covered by a thick scarf and a pallor to his grey skin, then a rather portly man in black robes with a network of scars across every inch of his skin, and finally a confident and rather attractive orcish woman with a scar over one eye.

“So, here we are, finally able to discuss our plan like civilized people.” Gortash began, unable to hide a satisfied smirk as Sentry draped his arms around his shoulders and sprawled across his lap. “I suppose introductions are in order, if we are to work together. I am Lord Enver Gortash, currently a baron, but soon to be Grand Duke should everything go to plan. My role in our little play, as The Tyrant, will be the brave hero who will step in and save the city from chaos and death, provided by you.” Sentry grinned wickedly. “Oh, is it my turn? Yeah, I'm the 'chaos' bit. Sentry Ojeda, The Dread Executioner. My sisters and I...well, and our newly returned brother I guess...will direct our cult to sow chaos in the streets, bloody murder in the name of a brand new exciting god...yet to be named...Patriars and peasants alike will fall to our blades, the streets will run red and no one will be safe from our Unholy Assassins. Really puts a damper on the current ruling class, you know. How can they lead if they can't even protect folks in their own homes? And we DO have access to their homes, make no mistake...Every cellar in Baldur's Gate has sewer access if you know where to look....” He shifted and stretched like a contented cat in Gortash's lap, his hips grinding a bit against his partner's at the thought of all that bloodshed. He felt Enver react subtly and the tiefling leaned over to run his tongue over Enver's neck and up to his ear, adding in a whisper. “After this, let's find a bedroom, yeah?”

Ketheric stared icily at Sentry and Gortash, but inclined his head, closing his eyes and clearing his throat. “Myrkul has instructed me to raise an army of the undead and rally them here at Moonrise Tower. Our ranks will be bolstered by the faithful of this new god. But more importantly, I am to provide what is under Moonrise tower....With that said, however, we will need to exercise caution. To approach an Elder Brain without proper precautions is suicide. We would end up devoured or worse.” “Don't worry about that, we have the solution. Sentry?” Gortash nodded to the Tiefling.

“So...where my temple is in the sewers, it's connected, as I said, to every building in Baldur's gate. Near one of the taverns, I've seen this guy, always in a hood, dumping bodies....Bodies with their heads cracked open like sun melons at a summer time picnic...So of course, I had to let Enver know, such an interesting thing after all, you don't see that every day, so we were laying in bed one night, just having a cuddle, and I couldn't help but mention it...He and some associates looked into it and would you believe it? A Mindflayer. One not being commanded by an Elder Brain.” Sentry explained with a cat-like grin, a smug air of satisfaction about him to be so many steps ahead of this stuffy, dreary necromancer. “And this Mindflayer just told you how to resist an Elder Brain?” Ketheric quirked a brow in disbelief, his voice tinged with doubt. “Most will tell you just about anything when beaten and deprived of food for long enough.” Gortash replied, examining his gauntlet with a self-satisfied smirk. “A Mindflayer is really no different from anyone else when you have it dead to rights.”

“Alright, fine. I trust you two brought this crown with you?” Ketheric steepled his fingers, leaning forward, now trying to avoid eye contact with Sentry and Enver as the tiefling was making even more of a show of hanging on to Bane's chosen and whispering in his ear. “Yes, we came directly from our little excursion.” Enver replied.

“Hey, you didn't actually introduce yourself, old man.” Sentry gave a playful little pout and looked at Ketheric. “We both said our names, so....” The necromancer's expression painted a very clear picture of the multitude of ways he wanted to throttle the young tiefling, but he inhaled deeply through his nostrils and in a weary tone, muttered. “General Ketheric Thorm.”

“There we go. After all, it's important to have trust with plans like this...I'm sure you're familiar with the pit falls of The Dead Three working together, there are so many fascinating stories throughout history, cautionary tales, really....some truly exciting cases of back stabbing and murder, so many I've brought to life in my Bhaalist history period.” Sentry rambled, his voice oozing false pleasantry. He was enjoying needling at the necromancer.

“I have read of these past alliances, yes...which makes me doubt this one even more than your rather flippant attitude, child.” Ketheric stood up, hands on the table. “Now if you'll excuse me, I have other matters to attend to. There are guest rooms available if you don't intend to return home immediately.” And with no further pleasantries, the elf turned, motioned to his entourage, and left the room. Sentry stood first, arms folded across his chest, watching the old man leave. Gortash stood up beside him a moment later as the door closed. “Know what would be great fun?” Sentry grinned wickedly. “Let's go find the master bedroom.” Gortash fought back a hearty chuckle, covering his mouth a moment. “You're despicable, my dear Bhaalist.” But he didn't object. “What, so that's it!? You're not going to make sure we're alright after being imprisoned here, after I've been dead fuck knows how long!?” Jackal shouted, his voice a wet, guttural rasp now as he stood up, body tensed in fury.

“You heard the necromancer, there are guest rooms. So go on, be a good boy and lie down.” Sentry smirked, barely offering a glance in his brother's direction as he continued towards the door.

As Sentry and Enver headed upstairs, ancient and rotting stairs creaking beneath them, Sentry's ears pricked up, vaguely aware of odd sounds from inside the walls. “D'you hear that? It's like someone punching cut up parts, tenderizing them, that little squishing, squelching sound...” “From what the Mindflayer told me, the colony winds its way all throughout the tower. Have you ever seen Illithid construction?” Gortash asked as he and Sentry reached the upper floor landing. “Can't say I have, though the copper dreadfuls they feature in DO refer to it as fleshy...” He mused. “Quite so.” Enver nodded. “So in all likelihood, that's what you're hearing...” The two of them made their way into a corridor with several doors, presumably leading to sleeping chambers. Sentry began to try each door handle. “Huh...all locked, that's not very hospitable, is it?” “Well, it's fortunate we just came from a heist, isn't it?” Enver smirked, producing the little machine that had opened the door to Mephistar earlier and set it on one of the doors. The thing whirred and clicked, spinning and flashing before the door creaked open, revealing a large, once luxurious bed, now in disrepair. The room was shockingly well appointed for someone who seemed as bare-bones and no-nonsense as the general. There was a fireplace with a fire already crackling, tall bookshelves filled with dusty tomes, a sickly green collection of runes and sigils on the floor, both men could easily clock it as a shrine to Myrkul, the final member of The Dead Three. A cluttered desk covered in correspondences and maps stood beside tall boards with battle plans and formations tacked up. Golden candle holders stood about the room, lighting it in a dim, sickly glow. A portrait hung above the bed, obscured by ages of dust and decay.

“I don't think this bed's been used properly in a couple hundred years.” Sentry announced. “The one side's near perfectly made...I think we can put it to better use.” He sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back and giving a coy, playful smile, beckoning his partner to join him. Enver accepted the invitation most eagerly, standing in front of Sentry and leaning in to push him back, grabbing his wrists and pinning them above his head, kissing him deeply and hungrily, in a way that told Sentry he'd been longing for this the entire night. Sentry lifted his legs, wrapping them around Enver's waist and pulling him down ontop of him, nipping and biting into the kiss. Neither one heard a low, irritated whine from the corner and the sound of fleshless paws tapping at the wooden floor, padding out of the room in a hurry.

#baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #oc #tiefling #durge #dark urge #writing #fanfic #durgetash #gortash x durge #enver gortash #lord enver gortash #ketheric thorm

1 note · View note

stygianlife · 1 year

Text

05-11: The Truth Unfound

A/n: Pardon my mistakes, I am not a professional. This is just a self-made AU for one of the O5 Council members, O5-11 or The Liar. A glimpse into his personal life. This tale may not include much of the SCPs and might be improper for some theories about the highly secret group. But overall, it is just a little story. Grab snacks and enjoy.

Themes: Romance, Angst, slight Horror?

Word count: 1,500+

A year ago on this very day, Sam and I had celebrated our love in front of a crowd full of ones who are close to us. We stood on a little stage on the shore and heard the waves of the ocean while promising each other a life devoid of loneliness. As he kissed me, everyone clapped and cheered. Since then, we had loved each other even more.

At this very moment, I was in his arms and blindfolded. I felt him stepping downstairs. There were butterflies in my stomach. Sam had already surprised me with a tour on his personal yacht. He knew I loved the waters, we both did. He stopped and gently placed me on a chair. I waited for instructions. There was a heavy sound of a door shutting close with a number of metallic clicks. I felt Sam’s hands untying the cloth on my eyes.

“Open your eyes,” said Sam. The room we were in looked similar to some sort of lab in a science fiction movie. There was nothing much but futuristic lights illuminating the spherical room. Sam sat across me. The table and our chairs were the only furniture present. Just when I was trying to understand everything around me, the table was suddenly filled with food. I wished I had not blinked. My confusion sealed my lips and I just looked at Sam for some explanations.

Sam said, “Greta, you are the love of my life. I need to share something very important to you today.” He had a serious yet calm voice. “Do not worry, this is just a safe place I needed to open up to you.” He added.

He then looked down and acted a bit nervous. I assured him that I would listen to him before concluding anything.

“Before I explain everything to you, I would like to tell you a story,” he stated. “A young boy once was going back home from his school. He kicks a pebble as he walks. Suddenly he trips and falls and scrapes his knee. When he looks back up the familiar road has changed to an open field. There are beautiful flowers growing and short grass under his shoes. The sky is now a shade of pink and orange. Slightly overwhelmed, he walks slowly towards a flower and smells it. The fragrance makes him feel like home, the home he had never visited. He finds a tall man in a cowboy attire facing him. His hat covers his eyes but there is a smirk on his face. Finding no one else in the vast field, he approaches the man. As the distance between them decreases, the boy notices how absurdly tall the man is. He is now close enough to see the eyes of the man glowing red. As soon as their eyes meet, the boy screams, unable to move and the large monstrous figure reaches an arm out to him. He closes his eyes and falls back on the soft grass. But then he wakes up on a road, still unknown. It is a moonlit night. He sees a small house off the road. Just as he sits up, he hears the sirens of a car. Then he sees the headlights of a police car with the siren blaring. The boy realizes how fast the car was running. He rolled over to his side and off the road. He sat there in hopes of the car returning but it never did. Confused, hungry and terrified, he sat down in the dirt and cried. The boy wished he had not gone to school that day; he missed his mother. He passed out from the exhaustion. The last thing he remembered seeing was a few soldiers and doctors around him.”

Sam paused and silently sliced his steak. I wondered if that food was real, but he chewed on his steak. His eyes were looking into his story. He seemed completely lost.

“So, I assume that boy was you?” I tried to speak to him so that he could be a little more present. But somehow my words never reached him.

“His family had to forget about him and he was kept away at a very protected place. His stay there was imprisonment yet was provided an ordinary lifestyle,” Sam continued speaking. “The ladies in white coats took care of him and men in stylish combat suits brought him the most luxurious foods. He could not ask for a better life. Maybe he did ask for one. That is because most of his life he could not spend in peace in that lovely room he was locked in. His body could not wander but his mind did it anyway. No matter what everyone around him did to keep him in one place, he could not. He travelled against his own will, not only to distant lands but to distinct worlds. He grew unaware of where he might be the next second. There was one, in that facility, who could help the boy. He was secretive, kind and old. The boy was trained by that old man as he knew how to control their minds. The boy slowly learned how to live in one reality for longer and how to let go of it so he could find another. The old man also taught him how to let others inside the realms he was creating unwantedly. Even though it did not help him go back to where he came from, it helped him to remain where he felt comfort. Little did he know that the help was not offered to him but he was the one to be helping. He grew up and learned about how the world is nothing as what others see. No one knew better than him that everything was real and everything was changing. He was a means of transport for the missions conducted in those sites. He never knew when he became a member of the SCP Foundation. He saw monsters, he saw wonders and he saw science which was unimaginable. He wondered if he was one of those terrifying creatures who could alter the reality. Unfortunately, he did not even know what was the reality. He had been in so many of those and even after being real they were considered fake. Soon his time came to sit amongst the people who ran the world. The old man refused to help in one life-threatening situation. The others had shot him dead before running away. He filled the empty seat of the old man and became ‘05-11’. He was one of the thirteen council members. Whenever there was a need he had to create a false realities and was bound to do so for the sake of humanity. The normalcy of the world was in stake if anyone, in that Foundation, messed up. He was one of those who had all the power to change the past, present and future. So, he did it. He created scenarios which others called illusionary. If only they could fathom the truths that he faced to find his feet back on Earthly ground.”

I may have misunderstood him when I thought it was a joke. The tears in his eyes made me realize I have never seen him cry in eight years. “Sam, if this is all true, why did you never tell me about this?” I asked him as I felt my heart clenching in my chest.

Sam looked up at me and said, “Greta, I am supposed to keep my identity a secret forever. I never wished to find anything but the very real world everyone lives in. The layers of numerous realities are like a hard cover on me. It aches me every second to keep living in confusion. I do not understand what is true and what is not. I am afraid my dreams might be the reality and the reality might be dreams. I search for the very normalcy that I feed to common humanity. I have failed to find that till date. But I have found love; I found you.”

“I- I cannot understand you. Why?” I could feel the entire room collapsing on me. But Sam stood up and came over to me. He kneeled down and held my hands.

“I know this is very hard for you. You might not understand me, believe me or may even hate me. But I am not one of you people. I wish I could be; I really wish so. Please let me tell you everything before I leave, Greta. The only sight I have adored since that day was yours. The only place I ever felt safe in was in your arms. I will love you forever, no matter how far I am. The Foundation had asked me for another favor and you will not see me once we are back on land,” Sam said all of this so clearly. There was clearly pain in his eyes and I could not ignore the love I could see shimmering in them. Something as such had never crossed my mind. Sam was very professional and private. But how could this be true? Would I lose him forever? I know whatever he says is already decided. The two days I have with him might be the last. I do not want them to end and if they do then this must also be a dream.

“I never wanted to date someone with superpowers and have a sad ending of my love story. Sam, I tell me this is not true. Promise me you will never leave me,” I cried.

Sam brushed off my tears and smiled at me, “Once I am gone, normalcy would not be the only thing I seek through the realms I hold. I will find you and meet you one day. I hope we would be alive that day and you would recognize me.”

I fell into his arms and lost half of my senses. I only said, “I love you.” Sam held me for the last few hours he was there in my life.

#scp fandom #scp foundation #o5 council #alternate universe #fanfiction #scp 974 #liminal #the liar and his lover #false reality #own writing

1 note · View note

lgwebaltctrlcwj · 1 year

Text

Evaluation

For this project, I only did the technical side of it and focused on the coding while someone else worked on the art for the game. I think that this helped me to achieve a more functional game as I was able to put more time into ironing out the problems that came up and also be able to add in additional things that would elevate the game. There were a few things that I had to look up in order to implement, such as a screen shake, the dialogue appearing letter by letter, and adding images to buttons in widgets. This, however, didn’t help much as none of the tutorials for any of these things worked for me and I had to ask for in person help for the majority of these things. The screen shake was soon a scrapped concept after a long time of revisiting it and trying to get it to work, thankfully it wasn’t amazingly important to the game as a whole and was only one part of a visual effect at a specific point in the game, so the whole thing doesn’t suffer without it but it is still annoying that it was unable to work as I had also tried this in a project last year and had no success either. I think that I met the expectation of figuring out how to code new things within the project, one such example is the selection screens which I had originally managed to get working with arrow keys and I was really proud that I was able to do that. Something that went better than I had expected was the phone, I went in with the expectation that we wouldn’t be able to figure out how it worked and use that, and instead have to use additional wires on the exterior in order to have something functional, the phone itself essentially being nothing more than a glorified box for stripped back buttons. We were able to figure out how the mechanism inside the phone worked, and use it to control a game which I think is something that I will be proud of for the rest of my life at this point.

Most of the ideas for the concept of the project were created verbally after college had finished before the half term and were written down as short notes by Josie. The initial idea discussion took about an hour and a lot of the decisions for the premise of the project were all run under the same question of ‘Would this be funny?’ with a few being run through the question of ‘Would this make things more difficult for the player?’. We had originally intended for the game to intentionally screw the player over, and a fair bit of that mentality still remains, but that is another one of those things that has to be done right otherwise it would be infuriating to experience. There is a fine line between being given too much information and not being given enough and I think we lean too much on one side despite it being intentional in some areas. The dialogue required a lengthy discussion nearer the beginning of the project with a lot of back and forth and alterations to the exchange before it was given the go ahead to be written out near the top of the script document. By the end of the project, the dialogue became less thought through and had less back and forth and was created more of a basis of writing something out, replacing parts to make them either better or funnier, and then agreeing to use it. I don’t know about others, but I personally find the least thought out parts of the dialogue to be funnier, the funniest being created when we weren’t actively making up the dialogue. Most of the problems I came across during the project were often silly mistakes that barely took a second to fix when found, the issue was with finding them. Sometimes it was branches being linked to other things wrong, the occasional tag not being typed in, the player falling into the void because of a missing floor, or remnants of older code affecting newer things by not being changed to align with new controls. It often took a bit of time to realise these issues, but that was the hardest part about solving them. Nothing was breaking the game consistently like what happened in previous projects, so it was pleasantly surprising to not have things break on me.

While I think that I met most of the requirements in the project to an okay standard at least, and there are individual parts of the project that I am really proud of like all the selection options and the code for the dialogue and the rotary phone, I am not happy with the project as a whole. Normally I tend to have a dislike of projects I work on towards the end of the time limit, this time is no different. Logically speaking I did a good job with the code and with the phone and I should be happy with the game as a whole, but I am not. I am, however, proud of the controller and specific parts of the game or code, just not the thing as a whole. I understand that I think the dialogue could be better if there was more time, and the game would look more finished with more time, but I don’t think that warrants the overall dislike for the game. I can point out individual reasons on why I wouldn’t be too happy with the project, but I don’t entirely know why I wish to not work on it anymore. The dislike towards the game also seemed to come suddenly towards the end of the project and other times dies out altogether, which is probably making it both more frustrating and confusing, there was a possibility to finish and polish the game in the next project but I simply wish to not work on it anymore, and I think that is slightly selfish of me when working on a joint project. Logically speaking, I think that the outcome came out well on my end despite the missing components that weren’t able to be added in or were continuously pushed back in favour of adding other things. From an emotional standpoint, I am not overly happy with it but I wouldn’t be able to describe why.

Something that I had known prior to this project was that humour does not work in media if it is forced, and even if it isn’t it is still a risky thing to attempt as comedy is very much subjective, what is funny to us is potentially not funny to others. We still tried it anyways, but it was a good learning experience in terms of how comedy works in different settings, and how it should be done in different ways depending on how the things surrounding it are structured. I think the dialogue could have been improved if more people were involved in the process of making it in order to get a selection of dialogue options that are humorous at least a little bit to the majority. I don’t often follow the time plans closely because I am very easily sidetracked by other things within the project so I don’t always do what I set out to do, also it is almost impossible to predict how long things are going to take ahead of time. I think if I try a bit harder to plan things ahead of time then maybe the time issues I frequently run into could be solved, although saying that, I did make an effort to plan ahead this project and make lists at the start of the day of what I should do during that time, but some parts required collaboration which wasn’t possible in some cases. In terms of ideas we had to have it on hold for two weeks due to the America trip, so there were times in the project where I was a bit lost on what I should be doing because I didn’t want to make creative decisions by myself in case that contradicted anything Josie wanted to do as it wasn’t always possible to communicate. If we were to work together in the future we wouldn’t run into this problem, and that gap in idea making is our own fault as we were aware of that before we decided to collaborate. I think next time I will work by myself again and stick to the silly little characters I tend to make and make something leaning more towards a fantasy world with less real life situations.

0 notes

lycanthrotea · 2 years

Text

Updated + length

There weren’t any other children, there never were besides she, Xan and Ondale. But it’s been 10 minutes and she’s been uneasy, even if she wouldn’t admit it. Xan, with Ondale at eternally at her side, was always the first to trot up excitely to find her, so Aria just had to wait cooly until she did, almost pretending as if it wouldn’y make a difference whether or not they came. She believed that first that she was just clingly to her mother, wanting in on the higher noble conversations as her wonderful only child, but she saw Master Veltraunt chatting away amongst others, not a small masked child in sight.

A night alone would be terribly boring, better than staying at home, but she could be having so much fun right now and she was not. Maybe she could slink around and catch some noble corruption between the exchanges of words, but with this much noise and the general lax nature it would be hard to focus on a single conversation, which probably wouldn’t bring anything to light.

As she looked out the open patio into the darkness of the forests beyond she felt someone approach behind. Master Veltraunt along with her retainer Von. Vasaraia, as emptily joyful as all nobles were, it seemed like she was looking for her.

“Young lady Ysa-Cerrest, I was wondering where you were.”

“Master Veltraunt? what do you need of me

Aria had an idea.

“I bring rather unfortunate news, it the Young Master won’t- will not, be attending this evening (as usual a slip in formalities), she is, presently asleep and will likely not wake for some time. I apologize if that may lead to some boredom for you, these parties are hardly interesting for someone your age, but, fear not, I believe Ven. Vasaraia will be here presently. Please accept my apology on her part, she had all intentions of attending this evening.”

It was amazing how honestly apologetic she was for someone her station, even with a slight bow. Aria nodded, made a polite bow in return.

“Thank you for the notice.”

With that they returned inside, no doubt returning to then role of Master of Ceremonies. Within short time, Ondale arrived, finishing swallowing something he snatched before he came to find her.

“Good evening young lady Ysa-Cerrest.” Bowing as any good servant.

“Ven. Vasaraia, how pleasant of you to join me tonight.” A pause. “If I were you, I would instead appreciate having a night to myself for once.”

“Well, yes, I did consider stealing some food from the kitchen and spending the night in my quarters.”

“How graciously have you priviledged me your presence.” with irony.

“And I am most honored.” In the same tone.

“So what is with Xan?”

“The usual. Depriving herself sleep for higher learning and falling into an unfathomably deep sleep.”

“She will be very annoyed when she wakes up.”

“Undoubtedly. She is always quite cranky when she awakens from that comatose state. And yet she stubbornly refuses to pace herself.

“Have fun with that.”

“Make no mistake, I have done my job of attempting to awaken her as any good servant would. I spent about half an hour trying to doing so , and I almost threw her off the bed. I will not accept any reprimand.”

Aria stiffles a laugh “ Is she really that out of it? I need to see this for myself sometime.”

“Well we can slip by into the manse proper if you would like.” Aria could hear the smile on his face. She pushed on.

“Would you not get extremely punished?”

“Strange of you to worry of me.”

“Well one thing is dragging the esteemed Young Master Veltraunt with me, because you are only being ever a good retainer, and she is a shining grace. And another is intruding into her shining grace’s bed quarters where she is undoubtedly not wearing a mask and unable to consent to such.”

“Well I am her retainer, and you are quite skilled at sneaking around so I do not think we shall encounter any problems.”

Aria grins behind the mask, “You do not think she is going to wake up soon right?“

“I will give her at least from this time, hm… 20 more hours.”

”What an upstanding and graceful noble she is! Now please, if you mind Ven. Vasaraia, I shall like to be escorted.”

Ondale echoes the sentiment as Aria barely keeps it together, arm gliding out.

“Well then shall we?”

The unnecessary formality was always the most amusing part of meeting in public, a false face, harder to see under their masks. The three usually relished when they could slip away outside the eyes of the nobility and servantship and peel off their docile and distant politeness to parade about the grounds— which tonight was shadowy empty hallways, and less parade than a stealthywalk as they were careful to not let the the servants notice them. They were mainly confined to the area where the party was, and to the kitchen and back and around, but still a stray few may be walking around. The two slipped around the pillars, Ondale a little less gracefully w his limp leg but his abilities made them both disappear into the shadows.

Aria was beaming under her mask, any opportunity to rag on Xan was one never lost; it’s very cute that she wants to be a perfect noble while still certainly being a child. Aria was hardly older, but the difference showed. Also she just wanted a little retribution being that Xan often teased her about scarcely needing to sleep, especially during long nights in the mansion, where Aria’s chaotic energy takes a dip into drowsiness, while Xan is only ever energized to a bothersome degree.

Ondale leaned on the wall a moment, as Aria looked out for any sign of others.

“I regret not bringing my cane.. I mean I probably would have had to carry it the whole time here but. Egh.”

“She has a bunch of chairs in her room, you will be fine.”

“She has a reasonable amount, but yes, yes, I shall open the door.”

He slipped a key from his pocket, encrusted with a gem that lit in his hands, the magic lock responded and a few clicks later. Aria darted in and pulled out her fire charm, a trinket always carried to convert her own eye raising magic into nothing unusual fire. In this case, to cast a glow throughout the room. Ondale quickly shut the door and locked it again. Unlike her he could see quite clearly in the darkness, and from some corner nearby, pulled Xan’s practice staff with a soft, “This will do.” As he did, Aria took a small peek at the pile of books upon her study desk— Xan’s script is sloppy, but her study habits admirable. He gestured her over to the grand bed, and holding the staff up high he gave her several vigorous prods.

“And still asleep.”

“Let me try.”

Xan was still, her breathing unnaturally slow, body straight, likely Ondale making sure no one will notice the violent measures he took before. She looked somewhat regal, Aria couldn’t help gaze upon her serene face but shook it off before Ondale would point it out. She lifted her arm and held her charm close to Xan’s hand, making it hotter and hotter and seeing if it would cause any reaction but Ondale snapped at them before she did.

“I know you enjoy violence, but I am not answering any questions later or after.”

“Bore-ring~” she sang, dropping Xan’s arm. She gave her several loud slaps which cause Ondale to snap his head to the door, but after a moment of silence still nothing.

“This gets old quickly-“ Aria sits up on the bed, kicking her feet, “ I want to get to the part where I can laugh at her for being a corpse.

“In due time.”

“Hm.”

Aria with a quick motion produced a knife, threw it up in the air and steadied it back into her hand with a stream of blood— just for show, and, hand gripping blade, slammed her fist down onto Xan’s stomach, letting the blood pour all over her body.”

“Gasp! The Young Master! She has been murdered!”

“Vile fiend!” Ondale steadied Xan’s staff. Aria bolted out to the center of the room, tossing her glowing charm to the floor. Ondale swiftly accosted her.

“This land shall be rid one day of corrupt nobility!” Aria declared with a not too loud zeal.

“The *land* does not stand for self righteous extremists! Ondale replied, considering using Xan’s staff briefly before dropping it beside him.

“There is never change without direct action! But here this! I may be ready to put my life on the line for change, however I shall not let my story end without a fight!”

Time, time ago, Aria taught Xan and Ondale the values of playfighting. Her blood ‘knives’ that could and has cause great bodily injury, splatteres upon his mask and clothes. Darkness that could rend her (in theory, she is far better prepared for combat) trips her legs and severs the blood flung into the air, breaking her focus on the liquid as it divides. It was in a way a dance, between dramatic poses and dramatic displays of magic — until the inevitable knock on the door. Aria took no time in swiftly returning all traces of blood back into her body (a simple gesture ) running to the closet whose door was ajar. Ondale took a small glance over her, and then the desk. Almost painfully overexerting their usual usage of magic, guided each and every book onto the floor.

“Augh. Ow. It is just me.”

“Please open up.”

Ondale unlocked the door, not especially concerned but a little winded. Servant Von. Isiamonde standing before him.

“You were not doing anything I should be reporting to your Von. Vasaraia and Master Veltraunt correct?… I heard some noises.”

“I made the regretful judgment of not bringing my cane and thus perhaps tripped and ah.. caused a slight mess.” Ondale turned back to the pile of books. “I intended to see if I could find some of the board games the Young Master had in her closet to further entertain young Lady Ysa-Cerrest.”

“Where is she by the by?”

A sudden gasp escaped his mouth.

“She.. is not outside. Ah..”

Isiamonde looked down with a certain resignation, “Ondale. I know you can get away with quite a few too many things, so I do not think I will even mention it unless this becomes relevant so. Clean the mess up, and find the young lady.”

“I shall rectify it as soon as possible.” He said with a bow that nearly tripped him as he used another jerking surge of magic to make a black blob of shadows to push himself upright.

“Right. Then.”

Ondale gently closed the door, and began to pick up the books before their pages folded. Aria poked out after a minute.

“Very popular with the other servants. I am surprised no one is asking if Xan is fine.”

“My reputation is neither here or there; everyone just believes I am acting “rebellious” now that I am getting older.” He said with a deep sigh, “And regarding Xan, everyone is used to it by now.”

“So, what now?”

“Well, I did say I was trying to find a game or two, so I suppose to eliminate suspicion.. They are in the closet— which is rather messy, but I know to look.”

“Hang out in your room then?”

“I am not sure if it is proper but— who cares.”

#cattes dont write

1 note · View note

221bshrlocked · 3 years

Text

Fever in my Eyes

Pairing: The Mandalorian (Din Djarin) x Reader

Words: 8.5K (yeesh)

Warnings: Smut and Angst, my two faves. Blindfold. Breeding Kink!!! Things are consensual from both sides but since this is a sex pollen fic, some of you might consider it as non/con so please proceed with caution.

Summary: Felucia was not an ideal planet to track a quarry on and you find yourself in a sticky situation when you lose sight of the Mandalorian for a moment. An unexpected standoff between Mando and the bounty leads to you escaping back to the Razor Crest, unaware of the pollen which seeped into your nostrils and past your skin. What will the bounty hunter do once he realizes what you’re asking of him? And more importantly, is it worth risking whatever relationship he has with you?

A/N: As always, I am shit with summaries. It’s a sex pollen fic yall. I apologize if my smut isn’t as good as it used to be, I am trying. Also, please please please let me know how I did in the comments. This is only my second ever Star Wars fic and I was very reluctant to post it but Pedro Pascal made me do it because I cannot stop thinking of the man so here it is. Seriously, tell me how I did and what I can do to better my writing. There will be more Din Djarin fics to come :) Enjoy. And this is not beta’d!

This was not an ideal situation, but it never was. At least not ever since you took the ‘glorified babysitter’ position offered so graciously to you months ago. A short snort made its way past your lips as you walked through the greenery and recalled how you came into caring for the child currently biting and playing with your necklace. You looked down and smiled at him, not bothering to stop him from chewing down on the colorful jewels because you knew for a fact that if Mando heard you criticizing him over something so trivial, he might scold him and make him pout. Maker, the little womp rat made it so hard to be angry with him, let alone attempt to teach him some proper manners.

So busy playing with the Child, you didn’t notice when the bounty hunter suddenly came to a halt ahead of you. You walked right into his back and stumbled backwards, apologizing immediately when he turned around and tilted his visor to the side. You’ve grown to learn what each tild meant and at the moment, he was definitely a tad bit annoyed with you.

“S-sorry, I’ll pay attention.” Smiling awkwardly at the man in front of you, you waited until he turned around before narrowing your eyes at the kid currently giggling at your mistake. It was amazing how often he did that, almost as if he knew he was purposely getting you in trouble for his own entertainment.

“So you never actually told me why this bounty was so important,” your eyes searched your surroundings and marveled at the lush reaching all the way to the top of the strange trees, barely noticing the way the Mandalorian’s shoulders tensed before continuing to walk towards the edge of the forest. If there even was an edge to this jungle. Maker, this was such a weird planet, it smelled weird, it was too hot and too wet, and you sensed there was something strange with all the exotic plants beneath your feet.

When he didn’t respond, you slowly put the Child down and reached inside your satchel for a drink. As soon as the kid noticed the satchel, he waddled back to you and pulled on your cloak until you brought out his favorite blue biscuits.

“All I’m saying is, this bounty is weird. Who hides all the way out here anyways? I mean I have never heard of this place-”

“You’ve said that about the last four quarries.” You didn’t expect him to respond and eyed him cautiously, looking between him and the kid who continued to eat his snacks and understood absolutely nothing of what you were saying. A shiver ran down your spine when you noticed the way he put the tracking fob back in his pocket before slowly reaching for the blaster pistol. Reflexes instantly kicking in, you hurried to the Child and snatched him off the ground, shushing his little coos and preparing for the worst case scenario which was always, somehow, what transpired.

Silence filled the humid air and you tried to read the bounty hunter’s body language, knowing very well he was not one to say anything unless it was perhaps a little too late for you. His visor dragged through the dried prints on the grass and before you knew it, he was taking off towards the edge of the purple and pink plants. As you followed him, you felt your throat dry much quicker than usual. Thinking it was just the extreme weather of Felucia, you decided it was best to slow down and wait until the Mandalorian caught the bounty before following his path. He’d even told you once to not follow him if you ever saw him running off because that usually meant he was close to the quarry and wouldn’t need your aid. It was a little insulting in the beginning but you were caught during a shoot-out one too many times and understood he was only trying to look out for you and the kid.

But not even a full minute passed before you heard a sudden blast sound off from the trees above you and before you could figure out what was happening, a heavy weight landed on top of you, and you watched in horror as the kid flew out of your hand into a nearby puddle.

Trying your hardest to grab the blaster on your hip, you cried out in pain when you felt talons digging into your arms and twist them back. You didn’t know what else to do, eyes scanning the trees in hopes of finding the Mandalorian rushing towards you. But when you realized he was nowhere around, you looked at the kid and prayed he was alright. When you saw his large eyes blinking a few times before struggling to sit up, you knew there was only one outcome.

“Make a sound, and I will feast on your organs.” The stench of the creature filled your nostrils and you sobbed quietly at the implications behind his words. Taking one last look at the kid, you took a deep breath and pushed off the ground as hard as you can.

“MANDO!” As soon as you screamed his name, you felt three talons break the skin of your shoulder blades and drag all the way down to your lower back. You felt hot tears roll down your cheeks and hated how distressed the Child looked. Almost on queue, he was standing up and trying to waddle your way, refusing to listen to your little objections as you tried to tell him to run the opposite direction.

Before you could dwell on the many different ways you were about to die, you heard a large blast sound through the forest, throwing the creature off of you against one of the trees with a loud cracking noise. You looked up just in time to see the familiar glint of beskar coming closer through the greenery and as you tried to stand up, you felt the same weight behind you again, twisting the talons into your hair and pulling you to your feet.

You swallowed the lump in your throat when you felt the edge of the hunting knife against your throat. Eyes unable to focus on the figures in front of you, you blinked a few times and realized there were too many sensations hitting you. But the one seemingly outdoing all the others was the growing wet patch on your back and you soon felt sharp pain growing against your skin where the strange liquid rolled down your skin. You weren’t sure if it was blood or if it was drool from the thing behind you and a part of you didn’t care because what difference would it make.

“Should have known you were the only crazy one to come here...come after me.” A slithering whisper made its way past your ears and your knees buckled as you started to feel faint. But then the creature held you up roughly and pressed the knife harder against your throat, warning you against falling to the ground.

“Your problem is with me T'doshok. Let her go.” You vaguely saw the Child walk towards his father, relief washing over you when you knew he was safe once more. At some point, you’ve come to care more for him than for yourself and you were never sure if it was because he was so precious or because of how important he was to the Mandalorian.

“Aren’t we past formalities Mando? At least do me the honor of saying my name...old friend.”

Your gaze immediately shifted from the kid to the beskar-clad man standing in front of him. So they knew each other? Why didn’t he tell you? Did he still not trust you to know such matters until now?

“ Ni Kelir kyr'amur gar meh gar vaabir not ba'slanar kaysh.” You heard the Mandalorian growl through the visor and even though you didn’t understand what he said, you knew it was anything but friendly. Wait, that meant the T'doshok behind you understood Manod’a.

A sob escaped your throat when you felt the bounty laugh behind you at the warning.

“You can’t possibly mean that Mando.” If you didn’t know any better, you’d think there was a hint of surprise etched in the voice growling in your ear.

“Ni vaabir not baatir te waadas...believe me.” The conscious part of your brain wondered why he continued to speak in Mando’a. He knew you didn’t understand much of it…

The silence was almost deafening and you weren’t sure what was happening until your boss stepped forward and tilted his helmet to the side,

“Gedet'ye.” The modulated voice sounded strange to your ears. He was only ever this softly-spoken with the Child.

“Well, this is unexpected. In that case-” You didn’t have time to react, watching as the world twirled around you before you fell among the purple and pink flowers you were so impressed by earlier. A strange scent hit your nostrils but you couldn’t dwell on it for more than a few seconds. Willing yourself to stand up, you pushed off the ground as soon as you saw the kid waddling towards you. As soon as he tried to walk behind you, you knew what he was trying to do and picked him up before he could do anything.

“No little guy...you- I can’t...I need to make sure you’re okay.” You could faintly hear the sound of blasters going off for a few moments and by the time you managed to take the gun out of your holster, you saw the Mandalorian standing above an unconscious reptilian creature. So that’s what a T'doshok is…

Slowly making your way towards them, you blinked away the tears and wiped your eyes to try and clear your sight.

“Ad'ika, are you alright?” You shivered at the tone Mando was using with you. Dank Ferrik, you must have hit your head pretty hard if you thought the Mandalorian was worried about anyone but the green little thing in your arms.

“I- yes. I’ll be f-fine. Just-” You hadn’t meant to react the way you have but as soon as you felt his gloved hand touch your neck, you jerked away from him and held out your hand to stop him from coming any closer to you. Mando was shocked at your reaction and was glad to have something to hide behind. A few seconds passed in silence and you were still staring at him with wide open eyes and if he didn’t know any better, he’d think you were afraid of him. It occurred to him that it wasn’t shock that beat at his heart but a deep and twisting sense of hurt. And when he scanned your body language, he could tell you were trembling in front of him and the last thing he wanted to do was to give you another reason to fear him.

“Can you walk back to the-”

“Yes. I’ll- fu...I’ll take the kid.” Before he could say anything else, you were clutching the Child closer to your chest and walking back to the Razor Crest. You searched your mind to try and understand why you reacted the way you have to his touch but couldn’t find anything to explain the sharp pain striking through your insides. It was too much too quickly. Even though it wasn’t his skin, you felt neurons firing simultaneously as soon as he trailed his fingers down your neck. You hoped to the gods he wasn’t offended by your reaction because the last thing you needed was to drive him further away from you.

Barely making it back to the ship, you managed to go up the ladder and put the Child back in his crib in the cockpit before shutting it and locking the door behind you. Scrambling inside your mind for a moment, you turned to the ramp and walked towards the hatch before pushing in the code until it sealed shut.

In an instant, everything touching your skin was too rough and incredibly heavy. Before you could think twice about it, you were violently stripping out of your clothes, throwing them to the ground on your way to the refresher. As soon as you walked into the small room, you turned on the cold water and sighed heavily as it beat down on your heated skin.

“Not enough…” Crying to the empty room, you made sure the hot water wasn’t on before leaning back against the cool tiles of the walls. But no sooner than that were you hissing and pushing off of the wall. You completely forgot about the open gashes on your back and the shooting pain was almost instantaneous when you remembered just how large the wound was.

As you dwelled on the last hour or so, you felt your legs give out on you and before you knew it, you were sliding down to the floor. Eyes shutting slowly, you fell to the side and let the cold water run down your form. And as hard as you tried to stay awake, you couldn’t help your mind’s request as it begged to rest. You let sleep wash over you, the last sound ringing in your ear was Mando’s worried voice asking if you were okay.

Back outside, the bounty hunter was fuming with anger, not caring about how oddly violent he became with the quarry. He was never one to beat an unconscious being but something took over him when he saw the tears rolling down your cheeks. As he pushed his way through the forest, he thought back to the way you looked up at him with those innocent eyes. And he hated himself for the way his body reacted to your fragile body.

“Ni’duraa.” He whispered to himself when he saw the Crest come into view, continuing to pull the T'doshok until he walked up the ramp and onto the ship. It was awfully quiet but he decided to freeze the reptile before he walked around to look for you. Minutes later, he was ascending the ladder to the cockpit, unlocking it and reaching for the crib on his pilot chair. When he opened it and saw the kid cooing in his sleep, he shut it once more and left to look for you. It was strange how he couldn’t hear a single sound. You were normally talkative after a mission, and as he placed his weapons back on the wall, he noticed your clothes lying haphazardly on the ground. Mando sighed heavily as he picked them up, flushing violently when he saw the last two items leading into the refresher. Strange, you were never one to throw things around.

Not wanting to bother you anymore, he placed the clothes on your cot and ascended to the cockpit once more, wanting to leave Felucia as quickly as possible because he knew how the locals became when uninvited guests stayed for too long. As they left the sector, the Mandalorian couldn’t help but question why you were still in the refresher. You’d arrived long before him and it took him a while to navigate through the jungle because of how heavy the bounty was.

Putting the ship on auto-pilot, he made his way to the refresher but not before noticing a strange scent fill his nostrils. Looking down at his hands, he noticed a bright purple powder covering his gloves and as soon as he brought his hands up to the edge of the visor, he was hit with many different sensations, all of which he could distinctively place back to you. Your honey-scented soap, the orange tea he saw you constantly drinking, the smell of your sweat on a particularly hot day when you tried to fix the ship...

“Fuck…” He swore before wiping his gloves against his cloak and approached the refresher.

Knocking on the door, he waited a few moments for a response and breathed impatiently when you didn’t bother to say anything.

“Open up, Cyar'ika.” He wasn’t sure why he was suddenly using such endearing words to call for you and when he was met with more silence, he groaned in annoyance before warning you. “If you don’t open the door now, I will break it.” Normally, you would have clapped back with a snarky comment that would get his blood boiling but he knew something was wrong when you remained quiet. Throwing propriety out the window, he kicked the door open and walked in, eyes searching the small room until they fell on your unconscious form under the water.

“Maker,” kneeling to the ground, his heart clenched when he saw a viscous, black liquid oozing out of the gash on your back. How did he not notice this when you left? Quickly reaching for the left knob, he swore when he noticed the hot water wasn’t even on and almost broke the other one as he tried to switch it off. Why would you take such a cold shower when you weren’t even on a desert planet? Wiping your hair away from your face, the Mandalorian tried to wake you and began to feel anxiety seep into his clothes along with the water cascading down your body when he realized this was much worse than he thought. He took off his gloves and pushed you onto your back, trying his hardest to avert his gaze from your naked skin as he bent down and carried you out of the refresher.

Opening his quarters, he laid you on his covers before grabbing the anesthetic above him and turning you on your stomach to care for the wounds. As he sprayed your back, he noticed the way you groaned in your sleep and forced himself to attend to the task at hand. He hoped to the gods there wasn’t any poison in the wound before he grabbed the bacta spray and slowly made his way down the skin of your back. He sighed in relief when he noticed your skin slowly shifting and sealing itself, trying to calm his increasing heart rate when he remembered just how fragile and naked you were beneath him. Some sick part of him was attracted to you even in such a state and he wished more than anything for you to be awake and willing to-

This is not how he pictured seeing you for the first time.

When you started shifting beneath him, he kneeled away from you and covered your legs, continuing to care for the wound on your lower back until it started to close as well. By the time he put all the medication back in its place, you were turning around and moaning in discomfort and Mando realized it was because you were probably still freezing from the cold water. Taking off his cloak, he barely draped it on your sleeping form when you pushed it off and turned on your back. He felt the fabric of his pants tighten around his crotch and looked away from you.

“Please...too- too much. I can’t-” He couldn’t understand what you were trying to say and moved to place the cloak on you again, head instantly turning to your face when you smacked the offensive object away from him and began to trail your fingers down your skin. He hadn’t meant to and before he could stop himself, he was watching as your fingers made their way down to your hips before dipping into the space between your thighs.

Maker be damned, how were you so glistening and flushed?

“M-Mando?” His eyes snapped to your face and watched as you spread your legs until he positioned between them. “Mando I need...you. I need you please, this is- it hurts. I can’t...it hurts so much. Please h-help me.” Your voice was filled with dangerous requests, and he felt his cock twitch in his pants when he saw the way you reached for his thighs and dragged your nails down to his knees.

“Cyare, you don’t know what you’re asking.” He forced himself to keep his gaze on your face and nowhere else. But with every passing moment, the need to look at where he’d dreamt of feasting on for so many nights outgrew his respect for you.

“Mando...I want you, n-need you...please, I promise I’ll be good. So so good for you, just- oh maker I-”

The small part of his brain that wasn’t ruled by his pulsing cock finally figured out what was happening and he growled as he pushed off of you and out to your cot. Grabbing your shirt, he turned it around and saw the same purple powder that was on his gloves coloring the whole front of your cloak. He recalled back to what happened when he left you and remembered where the T'doshok pushed you before he attacked him.

Of course. The pollen from the spore plants.

Which meant that-

“Oh fuck.” The Mandalorian felt his insides churn when he realized what was taking place not ten feet away from him, and he felt his heart skip a beat when he knew what could potentially happen to you if your...needs weren't properly met. With reluctance, he made his way back to his sleeping cot and felt his chest tighten when he saw what you were doing.

You were on your side, fingers rubbing furiously at your soaking core and whimpering at the consistent and harsh touches passing through your nerves. But it wasn’t the mess you were making that caught his attention. No, it was the fact that you had his cowl twisted between your thighs and around your back. He watched in awe as you pushed your face into the rough material, taking in deep breaths to try and fill your nostrils with his scent. Taking one step closer to you, his eyes bore into your heated skin and he choked on air when he saw you lick at the hood of the cloak before taking your fingers out of your cunt and replacing them with his cowl. He couldn’t believe his eyes and the thought of wearing it around with your scent sticking to it broke him.

Mando looked around the ship for a few moments in an attempt to think of what he should do. Swallowing the dry lump in his throat, he approached your slowly and gasped when he met your eyes and saw the way you were looking at him.

“M-mando! Please...fuck me. I- I need you to...don’t c-care how. I promise I’ll do anything, wh-whatever you want...ple-please.” Chills ran down your spine when you forced yourself to throw the cowl away. Turning around, you laid on your stomach and took a deep breath before raising your lower half off of the covers. As you rested your head on your arm and bit into your wrist, you looked back to the beskar-clad man, silently pleading with him while swaying your ass in the air.

“Gota'la…” Before the Mandalorian could talk himself out of it, he was kicking his heavy shoes away and making his way closer to you. A part of him screamed that of the two of you, he was the one less affected by the pollen and was technically responsible for whatever transpired next. And he was close to asking you if you were sure you wanted to take this further if it weren’t for the way you reached beneath you and faintly trailed your fingers through your soaking slit.

“Ad'ika, gar cuyir mesh'la.” He was speaking to himself more than to you and smiled to himself when he noticed your cunt clenching around nothing as soon as his words filled the silence. “Sweet girl, you like it when I speak to you in Mando’a?” You shivered at his tone and found it difficult to respond to him, especially when you could tell he was definitely not looking at you but at the mess you were making on his bed. A loud cry rang through the small room when you felt his hand come down on your backside before squeezing the flushed skin.

“I asked you a question Cyar'ika.” His deep and modulated voice only made it worse and you found yourself nodding at him before whispering out a low ‘yes.’

“K'olar,” you squealed when you felt Mando twirl your around onto your back before pulling your naked body flush to his still-clothed one. You were about to beg him to just fuck you already when he shoved two of his fingers into your mouth to shush you. You moaned shamelessly around his fingers, whining even louder when you realized you were sucking on his calloused skin and not on the gloves he almost never took off unless he was alone.

“You’re going to come just like this sweet girl.” Mando manhandled you until you were straddling one of his thighs, growling impatiently when you tried to push yourself away from him. His arm tightened around your waist, pushing you down on the beskar cuisse until you finally understood what he wanted from you.

“C-cold…”

“Be a good girl and drench my armor little one. Let me walk around with the memory of your cunt dripping on me.” His words hit too close to your somewhat aware mind and you chose to dwell on their meaning later. Softly inching your hands onto his shoulders, you fisted your fingers into his shirt to support your weight before dragging yourself against the rugged and cool beskar in between your thighs. As you threw your head back and sighed in pleasure, Mando couldn’t help but squeeze the heated skin of your hip, knowing very well there would soon be fingerprint marks wherever he touched you.

“That’s it...could smell how much you want me Cyare. Can’t believe you’re in my arms...look at you, using my thighs to get off.” You barely managed to turn your attention to him, lips still enclosed around his fingers and biting down on them the more he shoved them in your mouth.

“Mando I- I need to-” Before you could finish your request, Mando was wrapping the other arm around hips and violently dragging you against his cuisse, looking down to watch as your juices dripped on his beskar armor.

“What a sight…” He groaned and turned his gaze towards you again just in time to watch you fall apart on him. He marveled at how quickly he brought you to pleasure and figured it must have been the pollen making you extra sensitive to his ministrations. Wanting to stretch out your pleasure for as long as possible, he threw you back onto his bed and pushed your thighs open, not giving you a chance to question him as he shoved two fingers into your cunt and massaged that spongy spot deep inside you. You arched your back and grasped at his arms, barely managing to look at the visor just as he increased pressure and fucked you with his fingers.

“M-MANdo oh g-gods-”

“Scream my name sweet girl, and only my name.” Had you actually listened to what he said, you would have sassed back at him and told him you didn’t actually know his name. But you couldn’t care less at the moment, digging your fingers into his forearms as you came around his thick fingers, repeatedly praying his “name” until you couldn’t remember anything else.

“Mesh'la...you’re so tight and warm for me...that’s it, squeeze my fingers like the good little girl you are.” Mando watched as you came around his fingers, his eyes not knowing where to look and wishing he could taste the sweat sticking on your neck as you whimpered beneath him.

He heard it before he felt it, moaning in blind lust as he took in the sight beneath him. Your legs shook violently as you, quite literally, drenched his thighs and blankets with your cum and Mando didn’t know if he wanted to lick you dry or stuff his nose into your pulsating cunt.

“Sweet fucking darling, look at the mess you’ve made,” you shivered when you felt his fingers leave your slit, blinking hazily and turning to look at where he was staring. When you saw what he was referring to, you quickly covered yourself and tried to move away from him, embarrassment washing over you when you saw the way he was so obviously staring at the wetness dripping down your. But Mando was much quicker than you, grabbing your thighs and pushing them wide open again before laying in between them and dragging his crotch across your sensitive clit.

“Never hide from me,” you nodded instantly and the Mandalorian would never admit feeling his chest fill with pride at the lust-filled fear he instilled into you with only a few words. Your chest heaved as you continued to look into the visor, almost whimpering when you were met with incredibly dazed eyes and messy hair staring right back at you. It was quiet for a few moments, the only proof that Mando was very much aware of your state being the hardness twitching against your sensitive cunt.

Mando wasn’t sure what to do with you. He wanted to simultaneously fuck you into the next system and lick every inch of you until you couldn’t take it anymore. “I can smell your cunt Ad'ika...can almost taste your neediness.”

“Ma-mando I- I want you to r-” You felt so naked beneath him, wishing he’d at least take off his clothes before this went any further. Not a single care was given to his helmet and it was out of the question to even attempt and ask him if he could take it off. You just wanted to feel his skin sliding against yours as he fucked you. Nothing else mattered. Just his scarred and sweaty muscles contracting and trailing over your own.

“What is it sweet girl?” His voice felt like a thousand needles piercing your soul and you didn’t realize where your hands were moving until you felt him roughly grab your wrists and slam them above your head. You could tell there was a shift in the air around you and ceased to breathe when you no longer heard his moans.

“This is the way.” Those four words hurt you more than they should have.

“I- I would never ask you to...I swear I just wanted- I wanted to touch you. Not take it off...please I-” Mando felt his heart shatter into a million pieces because somehow, even in your most inebriated state, you respected him. You put him before yourself. And he ceased to breathe when he sat up and watched as you grabbed at his arms and refused to let go.

“N-no don’t go...I need you- d-don’t leave me pl-” Your breathing was erratic and the Mandalorian feared you’d spiral into shock. Without thinking much of his next moves, he grabbed the nearest item of clothing and ripped a small piece of it, returning to rest between your knees and not giving you a choice as he wrapped the band around your eyes and tied it in the back. You trailed your fingers over the band and pulled away instantly when you felt his the hair on his wrist.

“I’m sorry…” Mando thought of your actions so far and knew in his heart that if there was ever another who’d look upon him, it would be you. Softly taking your hands in his, he pulled them towards his helmet and rested them at the side.

“T-take it off.”

“I can’t...Mando, you don’t have to- I swear I was only-” As hard as it was to say those words, you wanted him to know that he owed you nothing. And you hated how selfish you were being in that moment because the man was trying to tell you something and you were only worrying about yourself and how much your cunt ached for him. You were so close to pushing him on his back and taking your pleasure from him but something told you it would be worth the wait.

“Mesh'la, I want you to.” You always marveled at how much the Mandalorian could convey in only a few words and shouldn’t have been surprised when you felt just how much he was willing to put his trust in you. Not wanting to scare him, you slowly pulled on the visor until it was completely off, remaining motionless as he took it from your hands and placed it on the floor. You weren’t sure what you were supposed to do with your hands so you kept them to the side, fisting your fingers into the blankets to prevent you from reaching out and touching his face.

Mando could tell you wanted to touch him. You even told him yourself. So he made the decision for you and leaned down, passing his lips over your forehead and smiling down at you when he heard you suck in a breath. You gasped when you felt his beard tickle your cheeks. He had a beard. Of course he had a beard. But as he continued to leave kisses over your face, you realized it wasn’t really a full-grown beard. It didn’t matter in the end because he was driving you insane with every small pass of his plump lips near where you wanted him.

As he finally molded his lips with yours, you felt him pull your hands up to his face and lay them on his cheeks, the groan escaping his throat letting you know he enjoyed you touching him as much as you, perhaps even more. The kiss grew frantic the more you explored his naked skin, and you couldn’t hold back the long moan that erupted into his mouth as soon as you felt him suck on your tongue. When you pulled on his soft hair, Mando couldn’t help but growl into the heated kiss, not caring for how rough he was being as he grabbed and squeezed your thighs.

But the kiss was over as soon as it began and you whined after him when you felt him pull away from you. You felt your fingers ascend to your face but remembered why the Mandalorian blindfolded you in the first place. Not wanting to lose his trust, you pushed your arms beneath your back to prevent any temptations from taking place. Unbeknownst to you, Mando was watching every little muscle twitch on your nude form and he almost devoured you right then and there when he saw you quickly moving your fingers from your face.

He was amazed by how caring you were even when you didn’t hold any proper level of the right consciousness. Anyone else would have removed the cloth and blamed the pollen. But not you.

You were special.

Refusing to waste any more time, Mando made quick work of the beskar armor, not caring about the mess he was making just outside his room. He kept his eyes on you the entire time, smiling when he noticed you shivering beneath his gaze. He was on you as soon as he deposited his long-sleeve and pants, devouring your mouth and digging his fingers into your waist as he rutted against you.

“Ner-”

The possessiveness was almost palpable and he surprised even himself at the single syllable. Since when was he like this?

“Mando,” you whispered his name as you wrapped your arms around his back and pulled him flush against you, sighing in relief when you felt the hair of his chest tickle your nipples. Mando noticed your reaction and instantly descended on your heaving chest, biting and licking and pinching at the hardened buds until you begged him to slow down.

“Ni'm liser't...taylir norac. You’re so fucking delicious.” The way he effortlessly switched between his mother tongue and Basic shouldn’t have turned you on this much and yet you were.

“Fuck me.” Your words were dripping with desperation and the Mandalorian wasn’t able to hold any longer. He wanted to take his time with you, commit every little curve to memory. Memorize what made your breath hitch and what made you sigh.

But the request ended all of his curiosity and before you knew it, you felt him roughly pull down on his boxer briefs. You flushed when you heard the sound of his hand jerking his cock, mouth falling wide open when it jutted at your inner thighs and you felt how fucking hard and thick it was.

“What will it be sweet girl? You want me to make love to you,” he paused for a moment and took advantage of your distracted expression, rubbing the head of his cock against your wet slit and biting his lips when he felt you arch against him at the simple yet filthy movement. “Or fuck you like I own you…like you’re mine.”

Hearing him say ‘fuck’ in such a vulgar tone did it for you and you didn’t know what to do with yourself except widen your legs more for him and grab the bed sheets beneath you.

“F-fuck me like you own me Mando...ruin me. Take what you want and- oh maker you’re so- so...fu- please, u-use me however you want. Just- I need your cock. Need to cum on your cock...can’t wait anym-”

Mando was sure he broke you with his words, watching in awe as you begged and begged until you couldn’t breathe anymore. There was no warning, no asking if you were ready for him. There was just your wet cunt teasing him until he couldn’t bear the thought of not being deep inside your pussy.

Resting his head against yours, he took his painfully hard cock in his hand and shoved it past your wet lips, letting out a deep growl as he felt you scratch his back.

“Mando, Mando, M-mando…”

You didn’t find the strength to think of a proper sentence to express what you were feeling so you opted to pray his name over and over again. He was shaking above you and you knew instantly he was trying his hardest not to break you.

“Take what you want- I...I won’t break.”

Just hearing you say those words to him almost made him cum right then and there. You were returning the trust he gave you and he knew there was no way of putting this moment behind him even if he tried.

Pulling out until only the head of his cock was splitting you open, Mando bucked his hips violently back into you, whispering the filthiest promises into your ears as he set a rough pace that had you seeing worlds you didn’t even know existed.

“So, fucking, tight...how are you so wet and tight for me Cyare?” It took you a while to realize you were hearing his voice without the modulator of his mask. How had you not noticed how beautifully sinful it was when he first took it off? You wanted to tell him how much you loved hearing his thick and smooth voice. You wanted to kiss down his neck and bite onto his shoulders. You wanted to push him down and force his cock inside your throat.

So much. You wanted so much.

But you couldn’t find your voice in that moment. Not when he was railing into you with such an unforgiving force.

“Made for me...made to take my cock. Such a sweet fucking girl- ah.” You should have known Mando would not be the quiet type in bed. He was a man of few words during his day-to-day life so of course he would take this chance and spill out his innermost thoughts. But it surprised you nonetheless considering how downright dirty his moans and whispers were. And you were sure he was as filthy, if not more, when he continued to speak in Mando’a.

With every passing moment, you felt a piece of your heart split from your chest and slowly make its way into his hands. He was branding you, his cock reaching so deep inside you that you were sure you could feel him right below your navel if you only moved your hands against your skin. But you couldn’t afford to let go of him, not when he was using you just as you requested.

“Mando you...maker, you’re filling me so- so good. I- please, can I cum? I want t- to cum. Been so good for you. Need to-” The chuckle that left his lips was sweet music to your ears until you realized he might be laughing at how pathetic you were.

“Fucking gods Ad'ika...fill you up? Is that what you want sweet girl? You want me to- fuck, fuck...want me to fill you up with my cum? You’re killing me baby.” His voice was hoarse and he realized his mistake as soon as the words left his lips. The last thing he wanted was to scare you away from him. It was his deeped, darkest secret. He swore he would go to his grave with it. Too often he thought of breeding you, fucking you and fill you up until his cum leaked out of you and you couldn’t move. Too many nights he went to sleep thinking of what it would feel like to wake up with your sweet cunt still wrapped around his cock. What he’d give to ensure not a single drop went to waste.

Too many days were spent dreaming of giving that little womp rat a sibling to run around with.

Your silence didn’t go unnoticed by him and he was about to slow down when he felt your hands grab his ass and push you closer to him.

“Want your cum Mando...want you to cum inside me, fill me up until I can’t breathe...oh fuck, until I can’t feel anything but your cum hot and deep inside me. Fuck a baby inside me Mando I- oh oh gods I-” Mando couldn’t hold back anymore, violently pushing his cock inside you and swallowing your moans every time they echoed just a little louder than he preferred. He groaned in ecstasy when he looked down and saw pure bliss etched on your soft features. You clenched around him, thighs vibrating around his hips as he somehow drove into you harder and carried you past the point of pleasure. You didn’t know you were coming around him until you heard him whisper ‘good girl’ in your ears. And it sent a jolt down his spine when he continued to rut against you and fill the ship with the heavy sounds of skin slapping on skin. It was almost painful, the way he didn’t let up and continued to rail into you without a single care.

“Mine...mine, fucking mine. That’s it sweet girl, feel me. Feel me marking your fucking soul.” He was a mumbling mess at this point and he wasn’t sure if it was because you were panting like an animal in heat or because of the way you desperately licked and kissed and nipped at his neck and lips.

“Yes, I’m yours Mando. Yours...always have been.”

The heaviness of your words struck his heart instantly, and he shoved his cock so deep inside you he swore he could feel your heartbeat. Mando rested his head in the crook of your neck, biting harder than intended on your shoulder as hot spurts of cum coated your inner walls. You feel a sudden warmth wash over you and dug your nails into his ass as he thrust once, twice, three times before stilling completely.

The two of you continued to breathe heavily against each other and when Mando moved his knees to get comfortable between your thighs, you unintentionally squeezed his cock and felt him twitch inside you.

“Ni chaabar gar, cyar'ika.” It was such a silent comment and you knew this was much different than everything he’d said thus far. Something about his tone told you he was spilling his heart out and you wished more than anything to ask him what he was saying but knew you shouldn’t...wouldn’t. Not unless you wanted him to continue and speak to you.

You were brought back from your thoughts when the Mandalorian kissed your lips, and you felt yourself drowning in his scent when he rubbed your hair and nudged your jaw with his nose.

“Gar cuyir too jaon'yc at ni. Ni liser't nibral gar.” Slowly, Mando wrapped his arms around you and rolled you over until you were practically sleeping on top of him. The two of you hissed when you felt his cock leave your heat and Mando wished more than anything to spread your thighs and watch as his cum leaked down your thighs. No worries, he’d do that later.

Later…

Oh what he would give for there to be a ‘later’ with you.

The thought of not being able to have you again snapped him back to reality and he realized there was a very high chance this would never happen again because as far as he knew, this was only a consequence of the pollen.

Not wanting to bother you with his insecurities, Mando pushed your head down onto his chest and rubbed your shoulders, telling you to get some rest and to not worry about anything else.

Hours later, Mando was waking up to a soft noise emitting from beneath him. As he rubbed his eyes and took in his surroundings, he looked down and noticed you were still very much naked and cold next to him. Pulling the covers over you, he allowed his eyes to feed on your curves before meeting your face. Dread filled his heart as soon as he saw the wet patch on the band around your eyes.

You must have woken up and realized what happened. A thousand different scenarios flew through his mind and Mando knew that almost each one of them was caused by your regret of sleeping with him.

“Ad'ika, are you alright?” When you didn’t respond and sniffed loudly, Mando knew he had to brace for the worst.

“Please...are you hurt anywhere?” Hearing his pleas was what did it for you and you threw yourself into his chest.

“Mando I- I took advantage of you. I’m so sorry, I- I didn’t know what was happening...I promise I- please don’t tell me to leave. I can’t leave you or the Child. I- I promise I’ll pretend this never happened. Just- don’t leave me. I can’t bear the thought of living without you...without him.”

Of all the things the Mandalorian thought he would hear from you, those were certainly the last to make the list. He wasn’t sure how he’d gotten so lucky with you? Not only did you refuse to take the blindfold off when you woke up but you genuinely thought you’d forced him into sleeping with you.

“Cyare, it hurts to see you cry. Come here.” Mando sat up against the cold metal wall, pulling you into his lap and wrapping the covers around you so you weren’t exposed to the cold air of the ship.

“You didn’t take advantage of me sweet girl. If anything, I- I should be the one apologizing. I was not hit with the effects of the pollen as much as you have been and...and I should have refused your pleas. But you looked so beautiful, Cyar'ika. You prayed for me to have you and I- I was selfish. I was selfish and I couldn’t stop myself from sinking into you. Branding you. Being with you.” To say you were surprised by his words would have been the understatement of the century.

The Mandalorian wanted you. He wanted to have you. He wanted to be with you.

“I-I’ve wanted you for so long...spent so many nights dreaming of being with you.” You confessed to him before you could think of the meaning behind your words and you were met with a deep sigh and a kiss on the lips almost immediately.

“How long Mesh'la?”

“S-since Tatooine.”

Mando’s heart skipped a beat at the short yet direct response. He’s only ever been to Tatooine once with you, months and months ago when he needed Peli to fix something on the Crest for him. You hadn’t even been with their group for three weeks then. So busy thinking of all the ways he could have had you since then, Mando didn’t notice how the silence affected you until your fingers twitched against his chest.

“Mando?”

“That was eons ago.” It was more of a comment than a question and you weren’t sure if he was angry or surprised.

“Is...is that bad?”

“Bad? No Ad'ika, not bad.” When he didn’t offer more of an explanation, you rested your head on his chest and continued to draw circles on his naked abdomen.

You weren’t sure how long you sat there in each others arms but the faint sounds of cooing and laughter snapped you out of your haze and you realized you should probably get up and make something for the kid to eat. Before you could move away from him however, Mando was bringing you closer to him and kissing you again. You knew you could never tire from feeling his lips mold and pass over yours and you welcomed his tongue with as much vigor as you could muster up.

As he pulled away, you smiled at him and wished more than anything to be able to see him smile back at you.

“Din.”

“Hmm?”

“My name...it’s Din. Din Djarin.”

Mando could see the exact moment you registered what he just said and he smirked to himself at how pretty you looked when something shocking took place.

“Din.” You repeated his name silently, afraid this would all be a dream and that he didn’t actually just tell you something that was so important to him.

“You didn’t have to tell me…” You traced his jaw with your fingers and marveled at how oddly soft his beard was.

“I didn’t, but I wanted to.” Din was silent for a few seconds before he flipped you beneath him and took hold of your wrists before slamming them harshly above your head. “I wanted you to know it, Mesh'la, so you could scream it the next time I fucked this sweet and tight cunt.”

For a man of few words, he sure knew what to say to get you worked up again.

Translations:

Ni Kelir kyr'amur gar meh gar vaabir not ba'slanar kaysh - I will kill you if you do not leave her.

Ni vaabir not baatir te waadas. - I do not care about the credits.

Gedet'ye. - Please.

Ad'ika - Little one

Ni’duraa! - You disgust me.

Cyar'ika - Darling/Sweetheart

Cyare - Beloved

Gota'la - Maker.

Gar cuyir mesh'la. - You are beautiful.

K'olar - Come here.

Mesh'la - Beautiful

Ner - Mine.

Ni'm liser't...taylir norac. - I can’t...hold back.

Ni chaabar gar, cyar'ika. - I fear you, darling.

Gar cuyir too jaon'yc at ni. Ni liser't nibral gar. - You are too important to me. I can’t lose you.

#The Mandalorian fanfiction #The Mandalorian x Reader #The Mandalorian smut #mando x reader #Mando smut #Mando fanfiction #Din Djarin x Reader #Din Djarin smut #Din Djarin fanfiction #The Mandalorian #Din Djarin #Pedro Pascal #baby yoda #star wars #star wars fanfiction

4K notes · View notes

rebeccccccaaa · 3 years

Text

ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ _____________________

ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ’s!ʙᴇsᴛ!ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs ᴀᴜ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: You and Buck have always been close growing up but you two soon learn that the line that separates friendly and flirting is a lot thinner than you think.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: fluff, slight angst bc u got a shit bf, big bro vibes from bucky, smut duh [18+ minors dni (slight praise but also slight degradation, marking, belly bulge, squirting, fem!rec oral, unprotected sex, plz be safe irl, slight choking, pet names: darling&princess, i think that’s it lmk plz)]

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: hey assholes i'm back for the time being lol. I have a few ideas and fics I'm currently writing right now so do not fret.

______________________________________

You knew this was a horrible idea.

It’s Saturday night and you and your boyfriend were back in another night club after being kicked out from one just hours before. Daniel had gotten too drunk, as he always does, causing you to kindly ask the bartender to cut him off. Daniel didn’t take that too lightly resulting in a gnarly swing at the poor guy just doing his job.

Security threw you out and Daniel called an Uber to go where you thought was going to be your apartment but twenty minutes later you pulled up to another club practically on the other side of town. You yelled at Daniel but he pushed aside stumbling inside for yet even more drinks and mistakes waiting for him inside.

You sat at the bar simply drinking some water and snacking on some peanuts keeping your eye on your garbage boyfriend. You're constantly checking the time on your phone, annoyed with every passing minute. It was 2 am and you just wanted to go home and sleep. You were even debating texting your brother Steve hoping you could just crash at his place not too far from where you were but it would be incredibly irresponsible to just leave Daniel in the state he’s in.

So you waited and waited and waited. Your eyelids felt heavy and your energy was just completely drained. You were basically a zombie. It wasn’t until a guy approached your half asleep body that you felt a sense of alert. Daniel was shit-faced so you were practically defenseless.

“Hey,” the guy shouted over the music.

“Sorry, I’m not interested. My boyfriend’s-” you quickly said, only to be cut off.

“Don’t worry. I’m not gonna hit on you. I’ve got a boyfriend of my own,” he chuckled, making you breathe out in relief.

“Sorry,” you cringed at yourself.

“It’s alright; but uh, I hate to be the one to tell you this. You might want to check with your boyfriend,” he said sympathetically.

You pushed your way through the crowd scanning every face in search of Daniel. What did he do? Is he hurt? Did he get in trouble again? Is he getting arrested? Where is he-

“Daniel?” you said eyes tearing up a bit.

His arms were wrapped around another girl’s waist as he kissed her the way he kissed you. She practically moaned as their tongues slobbered disgustingly with each other. Their hips grinding against each other proactively as if you weren’t even there. Sadness turned to anger, and anger turned to rage, gripping Daniel’s short hairs and pulling his head away from whoever this girl was.

“What the fuck?” the girl complained, her eyes completely bloodshot.

“Did he tell you that he was here with his girlfriend tonight?” you're sad with gritted teeth. Daniel stumbled around still unable to register what the hell was happening.

“Oh my god, you forreal?” she said.

“Who fucking cares? She’s a prude anyway. I got more action with you than I did her in the past, what, six months?” Daniel slurred.

“You know what, you’re a fucking prick, dude. She deserves so much better than you; I bet your dick is small anyway,” the girl said.

“Fuck you too bitch,” Daniel spit.

“I can’t believe you,” you said.

“Oh, whoop-dee-doo, big fucking surprise. Babe, you’re a prude. Can’t you see it? I don’t know why I’m wasting my time with you anymore,” he practically puked out the words without any second thought.

“Fine, then I hope you enjoy the rest of your night, you fucking asshole,” you stormed away holding in the tears; he wasn’t worth it.

Almost three am and you just dumped your cheating lowlife boyfriend on the other side of town. Steve wasn’t answering his phone and you even wanna be near the club anymore. Walking speedily staring at your screen desperate to call an Uber home, you bumped harshly into a hard chest falling to the ground on your bum.

“Fucking hell, I’m so sorry, darling,” the man said helping you up by your elbows.

“It’s ok. I wasn’t looking- Bucky?”

“Oh, hey kid. What are you doing? It’s like three in the morning and you don’t live anywhere near here,” Bucky said, crossing his arms.

“Daniel got himself kicked from the one by our apartment and Ubered here instead.”

“So where’s Daniel?” Bucky scowled; he’s always hated that guy, so did Steve.

“Probably fucking some other chick in the bathroom,” your voice cracked.

“What?”

“It’s nothing; I just want to go home,” you cried.

“Hey, it’s ok; it’s ok. Do you wanna crash at me and Steve’s? He’s gone for the weekend with Peggy; you can stay in his room at least for the night,” Bucky offered; so that’s why Steve’s not answering his phone.

“I don’t wanna intrude on your night. I can just call an Uber, it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. Steve’ll kill me if he found out I left his baby sis alone in the streets of New York at three in the morning. It’s not a problem, we were just bar hopping and I stopped drinking ages ago.”

“Are you sure, Buck?”

“Of course,” he smiled warmly at you.

“Hey, Nat!”

“What’s up?” a beautiful redhead approached you both.

“Gonna head home ; don’t do anything stupid,” he chuckled.

“You too,” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, “Catch you Monday?”

“You’re stupid. I’ll see ya,” Bucky laughed before grabbing your hand and headed towards his apartment.

“Thanks again, Buck. For letting me stay here tonight,” you said once you entered his apartment.

It had been a while since you hung out at your brother’s apartment but nothing’s changed. Typical men and their inability to change even a throw pillow. You set your small bag on the couch before Bucky led you to Steve’s room. There were pictures of you and him posing at Steve’s graduation; and later your own. Pictures of Steve and Bucky at a theme park, during a bar-be-que for Steve’s birthday. So many memories that Steve held onto in his room.

“Time really flies doesn’t it?” Bucky said, slightly startling you.

“Sorry,�� he chuckled.

“No, you’re fine. But you’re right. Feels all these pictures were taken yesterday,” you reminisced.

“I got you some clothes if you need to change; I’ll give you privacy,” Bucky said, slipping from the room briskly.

You sat on the bed frustrated with everything. Your body was so drained from being up so early in the night, to the fight with Daniel. The past couple months with him were so awful. He was just so mean to you all the time and you didn’t know what you did wrong. Where did it go wrong? When did things shift?

"Is everything ok, darling?" Bucky asked quietly, knocking on the door when you hadn't come out after a while.

"What did I do wrong? I thought he loved me," you choked out.

Bucky sighed as he walked over to the bed sitting beside you before engulfing you in a warm hug. You cried into his shoulder and Bucky couldn't help the anger that bubbled inside him for your excuse of a boyfriend Daniel. He never got along with the guy and now he finally has a reason to knock his teeth in.

"You didn't do anything, I know it. That prick wouldn't know love if it hit him in the face. It's his loss. You deserve so much better than that asshole. Look at me, you're so beautiful and funny and fucking adorable; any guy who can't see how perfect you are, is a dense piece of shit."

"James," you whispered.

His words made your heart skip and your stomach flutter. But Bucky’s always had that effect on you. Even growing up. You weren’t going to sit there and pretend that hearing his words hadn't had a deeper effect than they would’ve coming from Daniel. Sometimes you wondered what being with Bucky would be like. You’re not the first to admit how handsome Bucky was and growing up you did have quite the crush on your brother’s best friend.

You don't know what it was, whether it was the alcohol still swimming through your veins, or just feeling so vulnerable being in Bucky's arms but you wanted him badly. You needed him, needed to feel something again. And you knew he could give it to you. You pressed your lips to his and in an instant his hands dropped to your hips pulling you impossibly close against his body. Your hands went to the back of his head as you kissed him messily. Your noses bumped and teeth clashed but it was the best kiss you’ve ever had.

“Fuck, your brother’s gonna kill me,” Bucky mumbled, almost to himself, as he slowly laid you down on your back.

Bucky’s hands trailed up your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh every now and then as he continued kissing you passionately. Your own hands couldn’t help but tug at his shirt desperately. When he did so, your breath was completely taken away. It had been years since you’d seen Bucky without a shirt.

Not only had he been quite skinny just like your brother back then, but not long after leaving for college with Steve he was in a bike accident that left him with ghastly scars and burns along his left arm and shoulder. Since then, it’s fair to say Bucky never really ever took his shirt off. It had taken years just for him to remove the glove he’d always wear to cover the scars on his hand.

“You’ve gotten so strong, James,” you grinned, reaching out to brush the flexed muscles running down his front.

He simply stared at you with an anticipating and anxious expression on his face, waiting for you to state the obvious. When you didn’t, when you pulled his head down to kiss him once again, he almost cried. Bucky hadn’t been with a woman in so long, afraid of this very moment. He knew at that moment, there was no one quite like you.

Bucky fell in love.

“Let me take care of you, darling. You’ve been so good to me,” Bucky whispered huskily in your ear as he trailed his hand under your own shirt brushing his fingertips along the underside of your breast.

His lips pressed softly against your hot skin along your neck before standing up between your legs at the end of the bed. He pulled your shirt off then played cheekily with the straps of your bra that you still had on. You smiled back at him with the same playful stare, reaching behind you to unclasp the material.

You could see the way Bucky’s eyes darken and his pupils widened as he stared in awe at your naked chest. Your skin bursted into chills under his hungry gaze even though you felt like you were burning up. Bucky leaned forward kissing down the valley of your breasts, nipping once in a while playfully before laying you back down. He shimmied you out of your bottoms easily, kneeling on the ground leaving you completely bare before him.

“You are absolutely stunning, princess,” Bucky whispered, running his hands up your thighs slowly.

“Bucky, please. I need you,” you whimpered.

“Don’t worry, darling. I promise I’m gonna take good care of you,” he smirked devilishly.

He pushed your knees open, eyeing the arousal that glistened between your thighs. He brought his fingers up to you slowly rubbing your slick around before finally pushing a thick and long finger past your folds. Your body shuddered solely at the foreign but pleasurable feeling, already moaning softly.

Bucky’s cock strained through pants upon hearing your beautiful moans; they were like music to his ears. He couldn’t help the way his hips would buck into the mattress in a desperate attempt to relieve some pain from his erection. Soon after he pulled his fingers from you slowly only to thrust them further in you, curling his fingers just right.

He brought his mouth down to you, wrapping his lips around your clit sucking harshly. You gasped and your back arched, overwhelmed with pleasure Bucky was giving you with just his mouth and fingers. All the times that you’d given yourself to your ex, he had never made you feel this good before, feel this full; let alone with his fingers. Bucky was taking his time with you solely for your own pleasure and it made your heart swoon.

Your legs trapped Bucky’s head between your thighs, squeezing as he continued to eat you out like a starved man. Your hands went to his hair pulling on his dark locks causing Bucky to moan deeply against you. You were so close to a release; your legs shaking violently and your stomach tightening.

“Come on, princess. Want you to come all over my face. Can you do that for me, darling?”

“Fuck!”

“Be a good girl and make a mess,” Bucky teased.

His fingers moved faster as he swirled his tongue around and over your clit just as quickly. You were becoming overwhelmed and that coil bursted in the pit of your stomach. You pushed Bucky’s face from you, shrieking with pure pleasure; Bucky’s kept the rapid pace with fingers as you fell over the edge.

“Fucking hell, that was so hot, princess,” Bucky said standing up; his fingers, arm, his chest was covered in your arousal.

“Did I do that?” your voice trembled.

“Because of me,” Bucky winked playfully.

“I didn’t know I could do that,” you let your head fall back on the bed as you briefly caught your breath.

Bucky grabbed his shirt that he discarded not long ago and quickly wiped his chest and arm before discarding his pants and boxers. He nearly moaned at the feeling when he finally freed his dick from the restraining garments. His hand instantly wrapped around the base before pumping himself a few times.

You brought yourself onto your elbows momentarily ogling at the sight of Bucky completely bare before you. Your mouth practically watered at the sight. Bucky crawled over you kissing you deeply and messily; but perfectly. He pulled away and you both had goofy smiles on your faces before bursting into a fit of giggles, Bucky’s head burying into the crook of your neck.

“You’re so goddamn adorable, princess,” Bucky’s voice was muffled.

“Bucky,” you whined.

You couldn’t resist squirming underneath the burly man. Although, you’ve just had what was probably the best orgasm you’ve ever had, you wanted more. You needed more; you needed Bucky.

“I got you, darling. I got you.”

Bucky wanted to tease you more, make you beg, but he was just as desperate to feel you as you were. He propped himself up on his elbows kissing you one last time before reaching between your bodies and lining his dick with your entrance. Both you and Bucky moaned simultaneously as he stretched you out; curses spilling from his lips as incoherent moans fell from yours.

“So fucking tight, princess. Squeezing my cock just right, aren’t ya?” he whispered.

“Fuck, I feel so full,” you whimpered.

Bucky began to slowly move his hips in and out of you deliciously. He quickly picked up the pace, jetting his hips rapidly making your moans louder. Bucky sat up on his knees and gripped your waist surely to leave bruises in your wake. This new angle surprised you and you couldn’t help the squeals and moans that left your mouth. You chanted Bucky's name like a prayer; as if it was the only word you knew.

Bucky watched you carefully, your face contorting with pure euphoric pleasure. He couldn’t help notice the small bump in your lower belly and without a second thought, he grabbed your hands pressing them firmly over your tummy.

“You feel how deep I am, darling? Fucking poking through,” Bucky grunted.

“Shit! Oh, it feels so good,” you moaned.

“That’s right, no one’s ever gonna fuck you this good again. This pussy’s mine now,” Bucky growled.

He took one of his hands and wrapped it around your throat squeezing the sides gently but firm at the same time. Your eyes rolled back and you moaned even louder, confident that the neighbors were sure to complain in the morning. Feeling Bucky’s hand around your neck was so exhilarating; you and Daniel had never ever experimented with anything beyond a pair of handcuffs, and that particular night went horribly.

You like being choked by Bucky.

“Fucking slut; you like this, don’t ya?” he came down to whisper huskily against your lips.

“Mh-hm,” you moaned with a devilish grin, your bottom lip resting between your teeth before your eyes rolled back again.

“Such a fucking beauty you are.”

Bucky hips snapped in and out and he knew it wouldn’t be long until he needed to release.

“God, I’m close, princess,” he growled.

His hand moved to rest on the back of your neck to pull you up so you straddled his thighs and your chest was flushed against his. Your sensitive and hardened nipples brushed against his slightly sweaty skin causing you to shudder in pleasure. Bucky’s lips attached themselves to your skin along your collar bones sucking harshly leaving purple marks all along.

Your legs shook once again as they did before and soon enough with an arched back and shout of Bucky’s name you came all over his cock. Overwhelmed with your sex, Bucky bit harshly on your shoulder in a poor attempt to muffled the loud groans and moans he elicited. Feeling your velvety walls squeeze tightly around him pushed him over the edge, coating your walls with hot ribbons on cum.

He fell forward almost crushing you but you were too tired to complain. Bucky continued to pepper soft kisses all over your skin whispering how good you were to him, how beautiful you looked. Just absolutely showering with compliments. You felt him slowly getting off you, probably afraid he was crushing you, but you didn’t want him to leave just yet.

“Don’t,” you whispered, wrapping your arms tightly around his body.

“I don’t want to crush you, darling.”

“You’re not.”

Bucky chuckled before settling completely above you, careful not to make you uncomfortable. Hardly any time went by when he felt the even and soft puffs of air hitting his skin, sure that you had fallen asleep. He picked himself up and with major guilt for his best friend, picked you up from the bed and walked you to his own room.

After he was sure you stayed sound asleep, Bucky grabbed a clean pair of boxers and hurried himself to Steve’s room again. He collected all the discarded clothes and the dirty sheets and tossed them in the washing machine to clean right away.

He hadn’t meant to fuck his best friend’s little sister, let alone in his own room, on his own bed, but it all happened so fast.

He went back to his room letting the clothes do it’s thing, and quickly grabbed his phone. He messaged Steve, telling him that when he got back for his weekend with Peggy, he really needed to talk to him.

Tonight made Bucky realize how much he loved you. Growing up, you two had always been close. But he doesn’t know when he stopped being friendly and instead began flirting. Bucky wanted to be with you; he knew it now more than ever.

Bucky watched your gorgeous sleeping form on his bed. He smiled to himself before opening the window; the sun already rising and those beautiful golden rays seeped through the glass window, making you look angelic. He crawled into bed cuddling flushed against your naked body. He chuckled softly when you realized he’d returned, wiggling even further into his arms.

“I love you, Bucky,” you mumbled.

“I love you, too, darling.”

And he really, and truly did love you. As did you love him.

=======================

ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ: (For all my work)

@mathletemadison

@buckybarnes101-blog

@l-sofiamia-l

@pluto-grrl-blog

@partr1dge

@stefans-wife

@cordeliaswhore

@fleurlovesbucky

@povsmarvel0720

@missroro

Bucky Barnes Taglist:

@stolenxkissess

@bucknastayyy38

#marvel smut #bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes #bucky x reader #james buchanan barnes smut #marvel fics #bucky x y/n

513 notes · View notes

wazzupmrstark · 3 years

Text

instead of you [part seventeen]

pairing: [best friend’s brother] tom holland x college!reader

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol +sex

word count: 1.5k

series masterlist

The flight from Naples to Tokyo took fourteen hours, not including the two and a half hour layover in Istanbul, meaning you had sixteen and a half hours to sit in awkward tension-filled silence next to Sam. The tension was one-sided, of course, but it was still agonizing to endure.

You had been able to push your anxiety aside during your last day in Italy because it had been so busy. There had been a power outage in the middle of the night, causing everyone to oversleep and miss the ferry for one of your tours that morning. It had been a scramble to get back on schedule and do as much as possible with the time you had left. The boys had been hungover and their parents were tired of wrangling them. You had dozens of photos on your camera roll of Sam and Harry bickering when they were supposed to be posing for a nice picture, and even more of Tom flicking them off.

But now you were stuck alone with your thoughts, unable to use distraction as a means to escape. You tried reading your book, but found yourself unable to concentrate on the words on the page. After staring at the same paragraph for over fifteen minutes Sam noticed and asked if you were okay and you finally decided to call it quits.

You almost wished the Hollands hadn’t scheduled in a day and a half to adjust to the time zone change. You’d rather exhaust yourself with the nonstop tourist bullshit than have to cope with the reality that you had gotten off to thoughts about your best friend’s brother. Not to mention living with the secret that the same best friend’s brother had kissed you not long before that.

If Sam noticed anything was off, he didn’t mention it. He probably chalked it up to lack of sleep, or perhaps was too tired himself to care.

“Which one of us do you think will be randomly selected in customs today?” Harry asked, stretching his arms above his head.

You were standing in the aisle waiting to deplane, placing bets on who’d get searched by border agents this time. Somehow each time you traveled to a new place one of you was always chosen to get pat down or have your carry-on searched. Tom had yet to be the lucky winner, and you suspected it had something to do with his celebrity status.

“Y/n,” Tom answered easily. “She has the U.S. passport.”

You rolled your eyes. “Like England has a squeaky clean record with Japan.”

“At least we didn’t-”

“Bro, you can’t say the b word on a plane,” Harry interrupted.

“Even when the plane’s on the ground?”

Sam shrugged. “Better safe than sorry.”

“Whatever,” Tom continued. “It’s definitely going to be y/n.”

“Would you mind stepping out of line, ma’am?”

You sighed, not even bothering to look back at the boys. You already knew they were grinning like idiots and you didn’t want to give them the satisfaction. The agent ushered you to the side behind a glass partition, but not before you heard another agent repeat the same question to one of the Hollands. You smiled to yourself, happy not to be the only one singled out.

Behind the privacy screen another agent greeted you and asked you to take your sweatshirt off, explaining that it was too baggy and needed to be checked. You saw other people in baggy clothes who weren’t getting pulled out of line, but assumed they didn’t have the red flag of “U.S. Citizen” printed on their identification that would be cause for any additional suspicion. You complied with the agent’s request and pulled your sweatshirt off for them to further inspect.

You were glad you’d worn a sports bra underneath your sweatshirt because you usually didn’t wear anything underneath them. As soon as your head was out of the pullover you immediately met by Tom’s polite smile.

He averted his eyes as soon as he saw you, pausing his conversation with the official to mumble a quiet ‘sorry’ to you as he was shown to the spot next to yours.

You zoned out as they spoke, only aware of him again when he started unbuckling his belt. You caught his eye this time.

“Forgot to take it off,” he explained.

“Sweatshirt’s too loose.”

You both faced forward as the customs officials proceeded through the motions. You were stuck standing there half-naked with your arms wrapped around your chest self-consciously while an agent pat Tom’s legs down.

“Dad said we can meet them at baggage claim,” Tom said after a few moments of silence between the two of you. “They went on without us.”

“Okay,” you squeaked back in response.

You knew it wouldn’t take long, but it still made you nervous to be alone with Tom. Sam was like a safety blanket, or a buffer between you and him and without him you were afraid it would be painfully awkward.

The woman handed you your sweatshirt back and you had to wait for Tom outside of the screening area. He joined you a minute or so later.

“They find any dirt on you?” you asked from where you were leaning against the wall across from the exit.

“Nope, you?”

“Yeah, actually I’m in custody right now. Can’t believe you missed the handcuffs.”

“Man, what’d they get you for?”

“Identity theft,” you sighed.

“Damn, that’s a bummer,” Tom replied, false sympathy rolling off his words.

He cocked his head in the direction the rest of his family had went, indicating that you should get going, and held out a hand to pull you upright. You took it hesitantly and let him help you.

“I was actually hoping you could bail me out?” you went on, continuing with the bit.

Tom made a sound through his teeth and grimaced. “I’m kinda broke right now.”

“Aren’t you an actor?”

“Sorry, but I think you have me confused with someone else.”

“No, you’re definitely the guy!”

“You’re thinking of Tom Hiddleston,” he insisted.

“Remember that IOU you gave me? I’m cashing it in now.”

“That’s not how it works!”

You laughed. “No, but if I ever actually get arrested I’m using my IOU to get you to bail me out of jail.”

“I don’t think that a kiss and getting bailed out of prison are comparable, but I didn’t put any conditions on that postcard, did I?”

“Nope!” You smiled happily.

“Well that’s on me, so...”

You took the shuttle together to the other side of the airport where the rest of the Hollands were waiting and finally found them with all of your luggage at the furthest carousel from the entrance.

“It’s about time!” Harry yelled over the crowd as soon as he saw you.

Sam grinned when he saw you and you couldn’t help but grin back. He wrapped an arm around you instinctively and you relaxed into his shoulder, relieved to be with him again. It hadn’t dawned on you until that moment just how attached you were, but you didn’t have time to dwell on it because the other Hollands were all looking at you expectantly.

“Did everything go okay?” Nikki asked.

Tom nodded. “They made y/n strip, but it was uneventful otherwise.”

You pursed your lips, cheeks burning. “It was just my sweatshirt!” you hissed to Sam.

“Yeah, but you never wear anything under your sweatshirts!” Sam hissed back.

“I had a bra on this time.”

“Oh, so it was just another night at the bar for you?” You wrestled yourself out of Sam’s grasp at that and glared. “Am I wrong?”

Sam’s dad cut in before you could respond. He had a habit of calling “family meetings” in the middle of public spaces to finalize plans and get everybody on the same page, which was always an experience.

“Alright, gather up, gang!” he said, beckoning you all closer. “So we’ll be staying at... this hotel,” he explained and turned his phone around to show you the name of it. “And the thing is, we have two rooms to share between the six of us. One for your mother and I, and another for you four.”

“What?” Sam asked. “You’re going to make us stay with them?”

“I thought we were getting three rooms like every other time,” Tom chimed in.

“We were meant to, but I made a mistake when booking it,” Dom clarified.

“How?”

“The entire website was in Japanese, Sam. I don’t know Japanese!”

“Dad, Google has a translate webpage option!” Harry groaned.

“Well no one told me that while I was booking this entire trip by myself!”

You traded a look with Tom, who looked just as panicked as you felt. But it would only be for a week. You would find a way to manage. You didn’t really have any other option.

“I’m sure it’ll be fun,” Sam tried, forcing a smile.

“That’s the spirit!” Dom cheered. “We’ll make it work.”

sorry she’s short this week :( but lmk what you think i always appreciate feedback!!

forever tags: @mischiefmanaged49 @bookingbee @cloverrover @captainbuckyy @perhaps-he-schnapped-blog @awkwardfangirl2014 @the-queen-procrastinator @tastingthestarz @sleepybesson @everythingbooknerd @sunshine96love @bitchymathematician @livingincompletesilence @melsbooktrash @swim-deep-or-die @fizzy828 @spider-slutt @theamuz @nedthegay @astroasethic @stuckonspidey @darlingtholland @sgtbookybarnes @tinyplanet-explorers @mildcockandballtorture @uglypastels @gennyld @devin-marie @r-wooooosh @hell-yeah-peter-parker @itssnowingandimstuckinside @relise-thefury @osteporosis @legendsofwholock @peterunderoos @fuckyeahhomerun @nobelwarriorheroes @delicately-important-trash @thwip-it-real-good @claryfray101 @softholand @tomhollandseverything @cool-ultra-nerd @jillanaholland @dinasaur36 @farfromhaz @hanlons-wp @moon-390 @parkerstylesperalta @httpchrisevans @screeching-student-unknown @almondholland @noisyzineeggsbandit @5sos-microwave @quackson-love @smilealways19 @quackeroos @my-patronus-is-mabel-pines @wolvesofwinter @mukesnugget @mytonycinematicuniverse @itsjusttor @percysmcu @peterquillzsblog @lovewolfspirit @biebsmylife95 @a-disappointing-teen-author @justanotherusername80 @b-buckys @sunkisseddreamerr @hufflepuffprincess24 @princessxcryxbaby @tinyyoungblood @holyfrickfracks @amii-nyc @clara-licht @veryholland @captainamirica @ultrunning @cocoamoonmalfoy @nellbellzz-blog @bookfrog242 @honeymoonlover @nellabellaa @its-the-solar-system @spiitfiires @tomhollandfangirl1 @parkeromanoff @randomstufflol29 @pogueslandia @hollandswife @bunnyweasley23 @determined-overthinker @madz-holland @hi-yekaterina @rinaaa334 @elishi03 @abcxrandomx @hiraethenthusiast @marajillana

send me an ask to be added/ removed from a taglist

#instead of you #iou #tom holland series #tom holland x reader #tom holland x bi!reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n

347 notes · View notes

latte-fairytaekwoon · 3 years

Text

Let Me Love You (Jeong Yunho and Song Mingi)

Pairing: Jeong Yunho × Plus sized! Reader (Female) × Song Mingi

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Summary: After finding out their girlfriend has been feeling insecure about her body, Mingi and Yunho take matters into their own hands to remind her that she is beautiful.

Word Count: 4.5+K

Warnings: Body insecurities (remember you are beautiful just the way you are), poly relationship, oral (female receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms (female receiving), unprotected sex (always use protection). (This was utter trash)

Taglist: @little-precious-baby @multidreams-and-desires @galaxteez @yunhofingers @yunhoiseyecandy @brie02 @deja-vux @couchpotatoaniki @daniblogs164 @a-soft-hornytiny @nanamarkie @minhyukmyluv @yunsangoveryonder

Special requested by @monbaebes

ღ¸.✻´`✻.¸¸ღ¸.✻´`✻.¸¸ღ¸.✻´`✻.¸¸ღ¸.✻´`✻.¸¸ღ

Watching her favorite boys play around on the seashore, Y/N chuckled softly as she returned her gaze on the fruit in front of her. Picking up a small knife, she carefully began peeling some of the mangoes, apples and other of the juicy produce they had brought with them. Meanwhile she focused on making sure they had something to replenish their energy with, one of her lovers was concentrated on building a rather complicated architecture with the sand under his feet. Slowly but surely, the castle was beginning to take form and the man couldn't be much happier or pleased than seeing his masterpiece come to life.

"Mingi, think fast!" The other tall male shouted as he tossed the beach ball he was holding in the other's direction.

Mingi's naturally small eyes widened significantly as he witnessed his creation crumble down due to the impact of the beach ball colliding on top of it.

"Oops! Sorry bud!" The culprit grimaced as he saw the result of his little trick.

Immediately standing up, Mingi began chasing after his friend.

"I'm going to kill you Yunho!" He threatened, Yunho running and taking cover behind the oblivious girl who saw nothing that took place.

"What in the world?" She looked back and forth between the two guys.

Pointing an accusatory finger at him, Mingi let out a huff.

"He destroyed my sand castle that I was working so hard on!" He exclaimed.

"I didn't mean to." Yunho defended himself.

Not wanting them to get into a silly fight during their vacation, Y/N began to calm them both down.

"Come on you guys, you're making a scene over things kids would argue over. Seriously, this is why we hardly go out."

Hearing her displeased tone, the boys quickly straightened up their act and decided to just let it go. Seeing the delicious fruit in front of them, the young men sat at opposite sides of Y/N and dug into the food. She was grateful she opted for packing plenty of fruit given how much her boyfriends ate. She sometimes wondered if it was because they were so tall or because their stomachs were a bottomless pit. She decided a long time ago that it was probably a combination of the two.

As they enjoyed their snacks while enjoying the view in front of them, Y/N's wandering eyes soon locked themselves on the two women sitting not far from them. Although she wanted to look away before any negative thoughts clouded her mind, she couldn't help but admire their long, slim legs, their small waists and flat tummies. She envied their shape that they confidently showed off in their revealing and sensual bikinis, making more than a few heads turn in their direction to rake their eyes on their glamorous bodies. And there she was, feeling too big in her cami top and shorts.

Looking away with eyes falling on the strawberry she was holding, Y/N suddenly felt an uneasy feeling in her stomach. Losing her appetite, she tossed the fruit back in the container and just sat back, unable to hide her uncomfortable face which Yunho noticed right away.

"Honey, is something wrong? Do you not feel well?" He asked which immediately sparked the attention of the other male.

Although she didn't feel well indeed, Y/N didn't want to cause any alarm or have them fret over her behavior and decided to make up an excuse.

"I guess maybe I'm just exhausted after spending so much time out in the sun. I think I'm just going to go back to the hotel room. You guys stay here if you want."

Plastering on a reassuring smile, she gave them no chance to argue or say anything else as she quickly got off the beach towel and started heading back towards the hotel that was just in front of the beach. Her arms were crossed protectively in front of her chest, head lowered to avoid eye contact with the young men who were heading in the opposite direction. She shut her eyes when she heard them snicker behind her, no doubt making fun of her figure. She just wanted to lock herself in the room and crawl under the covers of the bed, just her alone with nobody else.

But the sudden calls for her from behind let her know that it wasn't going to be the case.

"Geez, couldn't you at least wait for us baby?" Mingi pouted as he linked an arm around her.

"Sorry, didn't want to cut your playtime at the beach short." She felt even more bad knowing they decided to follow her back.

"It's fine darling. It was getting too hot anyways. Besides we can have just as much fun in the hotel room as we do in the beach." Yunho added, leaning his face so he could whisper in her ear.

"Or maybe even more fun." He snickered suggestively, which made her blush and cling closer to the male on her right, who simply let out a small snort.

"Don't tease her Yunho. You know how shy she gets with these things." Unable to hold back from making her even more flustered, Mingi's hand that was on her waist dropping to slightly pinch her butt cheek.

"And it makes me want to eat her up even more."

With a soft huff, she shoved his hand away from him and simply walked faster to hide from their vulgar teasing that had her cheeks burning bright red.

"She's so adorable." Yunho chuckled, to which Mingi agreed with. Taking advantage of the fact she couldn't hear them, both of them started whispering a few things amongst themselves, huge grins plastering on their faces as they planned out how they were going to spend their night with their lovely girlfriend.

ღ¸.✻´`✻.¸¸ღ¸.✻´`✻.¸¸ღ¸.✻´`✻.¸¸ღ¸.✻´`✻.¸¸ღ

Staring at her reflection in the long body mirror, Y/N cringed at the sight. She knew the guys were waiting outside in the hot tub for her, no doubt aching to see her in the dark blue bikini they had picked out for her, a color Mingi aggressively shoved into Yunho who wanted to go instead for a more baby pink choice, but eventually caved into the other's choice. She didn't feel up to going out in it though, she felt it unflattering and unsuitable for someone her size. Stripping out of it, she tossed on a tank top and shorts once more, wanting to be as covered up as much as possible. Feeling satisfied with that, she quickly came out of the bathroom, not wanting to make the boys wait any longer.

Hearing the glass door of the room slide open, the young men excitedly looked over hoping to see their gorgeous girlfriend in a swimsuit they bought her, but their faces fell flat when they saw her clothing choice.

"What happened to the bikini we bought you? Oh god! Please don't tell me we got the wrong size." Mingi groaned, already beating himself up for an imaginary mistake.

"No it fit fine, I just.... I just prefer being like this." She replied as she slipped her body inside the hot water, setting herself in between both of the men, who wasted no time in drawing their bodies closer to her, effectively trapping her.

Looking up from one and then to the other, Y/N knew by the smiles on their face that they were up to something else and it wasn't particularly pure. Taking the lead as he usually did, Yunho brought a hand up to trace the outline of her jaw.

"So pretty..." He muttered as he bent his face down to hers.

Starting off with small pecks, Yunho eventually pressed his lips deeper into hers, hand still cupping her jaw so his thumb could draw circles around her cheek. Y/N moaned when she felt his tongue dart forward and infiltrate her mouth. She gave in and allowed him absolute control, moaning louder when he pulled her tongue inside his own mouth and briefly sucking on it. For a few minutes they were lost in their little world until the third person in the relationship reminded them of his presence.

"Ok you got your turn, now let me make out with my baby."

As soon as Yunho's mouth was detached from her lips, it was quickly replaced by Mingi's, who unlike the other male, was more fervent and rougher with his kisses. Whereas Yunho preferred a lot more tongue action, Mingi enjoyed nipping at his lover's lips. Indeed he made sure to get her lips as swollen and red as possible. His teeth endlessly tugged at her bottom lip, a smirk appearing on his features each time he drew out a gasp or whine from the girl in front of him. Her sounds intensified when she felt Yunho's lips occupying themselves on her shoulder and neck, leaving small love bites on the visible patches of skin. His large hand dove underwater to clasp at the end of her top, rising it up slowly so he could take it off her.

Feeling her insecurities rise up once more, Y/N quickly withdrew his hand off her body, ending the makeout session with her other boyfriend in the process.

"Baby did we do something wrong? Did we push it too far?" Yunho immediately worried that they hurt her in any way. Mingi was also mirroring the same feeling his friend was bearing.

"No, it's not you guys...it's me."

Both of the men looked at each other in confusion.

"Are you sick? Is that it? Why didn't you say something before." Mingi brought a palm over her forehead, attempting to figure out if she had a fever or not.

Shaking her head, Y/N took a deep breath before she went any further.

"I'm not sick I just hate my body ok? I hate being chubby, it makes all the clothes I wear look ugly on me. I wish I was skinnier like some of the female idols you guys see almost on the daily. Maybe then I'd be more attractive for you guys.."

Her confession broke them to pieces. They couldn't believe she felt that way and they cursed themselves for not noticing earlier on about their girlfriend's insecurities.

"But darling, you are very attractive just the way you are." Mingi spoke up, though they could tell his words didn't have much of an effect on her.

Joining in to make sure she felt loved, Yunho tilted Y/N's face so she could clearly see his sincerity at his next words.

"Listen to me, your body is very gorgeous just the way it is. You may not believe it, but trust me when I say Mingi and I are absolutely crazy about your body. It makes you more irresistible and we wouldn't have you any other way."

His words lightened her mood just a bit, a hint of a smile starting to form on the corners of her lips.

"And we're not the only ones who think so. There were some assholes who were shamelessly checking you out while we were trying to catch up with you back on the beach." Mingi added, face frowning as he recalled the way they heard the group of men talking about their girlfriend in such a lewd manner.

"What? N-no, I'm sure you got it wrong. They were probably making fun of me." Her theory however was quickly shut down by Yunho.

"No baby, we heard them clearly as they went on and on about how hot you look....among other things that weren't exactly family friendly." Although he tried to hide it, Yunho couldn't keep his teeth from gritting against each other in a jealous manner.

"And we saw how their faces kept turning to stare at your ass." Mingi recalled rather unhappily.

Y/N felt even more embarrassed now, her hands coming up to hide her reddened face, which continued to stay hidden even when she felt both males press themselves into her.

"But if that still doesn't convince you, how about you let us demonstrate how much we adore your figure?"

Peeking out and uncovering her face, Y/N took in their hungry gazes that were awaiting for permission to devour her. Although she nodded slightly, it wasn't enough for them.

"Darling use your words please. We'd much rather hear you say how much you want us as well." Mingi deepened his voice enough to cause an effect on her.

Biting down on her lip, Y/N's voice shyly spoke out.

"Please.... touch me." She gulped before uttering her next words.

"Make love to me."

Finally hearing the magic words, both men stood up, their bodies drenched and pouring water. Taking hold of Y/N, Mingi brought her out of the hot tub as well and sat her in front of him on the wood extension of the hot tub. Reaching for her shirt, he quickly peeled it off her body and moved it somewhere else while Yunho took care of her lower half, removing her shorts and equally discarding them somewhere else.

"Fuck, she looks so damn pretty." Yunho marveled at the sight of her bare, soaked body right in front of him.

Snaking his hands down her torso, Mingi gripped the top of her thighs so he could pry them open, letting Yunho gaze into her exposed heat. He let out a chuckle at his friend's star struck expression.

"Well? Don't just stand there like an idiot. Put those long ass fingers of yours to work." Mingi told him.

Instructing Y/N to keep her legs wide open, Mingi brought his hands back up her body so they could cup her breasts. He squeezed them in between his fingers, astonished at feeling how soft and tender they were. While she was still getting adjusted to the feeling of Mingi's hands around her boobs, Yunho came up in front of her and began kissing along her collarbone, making her tilt her head back.

"God your boobs are so squishy." Mingi groaned as he pressed them against each other, thumbs tweaking at her nipples.

While Mingi's hands continued playing around with her chest, Yunho took advantage of her dazed state to brush his fingers along one of her thighs. Creeping it closer in between her legs, his thumb started slow and gentle motions on her clit. He smiled against her neck when he felt her shudder as he pressed down on her button.

"Mingi be sure to hold her steady while I finger her pretty pussy. You know how she tends to get."

Removing his hands off her breasts, Mingi proceeded to move them to her hips, knowing fully well they'd be wanting to buck into Yunho's hand. Y/N looked down and watched intently as one of Yunho's fingers slowly slipped inside her hole. She gaped with amazement as he effortlessly slid his finger out of her body and then back inside. It always amazed her how such a little action could make her so weak and pliant towards her lovers. Yunho of course knew this and loved to use it against her. Smiling ever so smugly, he inserted a second finger into her hole, his pace starting to pick up. Her breath hitched as she craned her neck back to rest her head on Mingi's shoulder, the latter taking the opportunity to plaster kisses on the side of her cheek.

"Do you like having Yunho's fingers inside of you babygirl?" He asked, lips brushing against her earlobe.

"Y-yes." She responded.

When her thighs tried to close, Mingi was quick to pry them back apart, his grip tight enough that they could leave prints on her skin.

"No babygirl, keep those pretty legs of yours open for Yunho."

Knowing exactly what to do to tip her over the edge, Yunho angled his fingers upward so they could rub at her sweet spot as he continued to wiggle his fingers inside of her. A third finger was added to the combination, which had the recipient crying out from the stretch.

"How on earth are you always so tight babygirl? It's like we don't fuck you enough." Yunho expressed, thumb circling on her nub with more detailed and faster motions.

The wet and sloppy sounds emanating from between her legs were like music to both men's ears. They enjoyed hearing how wet they could make her become, Mingi especially licked his lips as he saw how her folds started to glisten from all the arousal seeping out of her.

"Shit, her pussy looks so good. I can't wait to eat her out."

Shooting a smirk to his friend, Yunho worked his fingers deeper into his girlfriend's core, thrusting them sporadically in an effort to bring her closer to her high.

"Well just let me get her cum with my fingers and then I'll leave her in your hands..... or should I say mouth?"

Hearing them say what they were going to do to her made Y/N shudder. With eyes shut, her voice slightly broke into half cries half whimpers as she came on Yunho's fingers. Mingi's hold on her thighs prevented her from shutting her legs and thus making her orgasm feel more intense as it washed all throughout her body. Making sure to keep his fingers lodged inside until she came down from her high, Yunho gently leaned in to press a kiss on the corner of Y/N's mouth.

"Look babygirl."

Opening her eyes, she was met with the sight of Yunho's fingers pulling out of her heat. They were covered completely in her cum, leaving her surprised that she could produce that much from just his fingers. Keeping eye contact with her, he brought his fingers up to his lips and licked them clean.

"Oh Mingi, you're going to definitely enjoy eating her out." Yunho locked eyes with the other male, sending him a knowing wink.

"Then I guess I better not let her juices go to waste."

Moving her body so she could face him, Mingi layed down on his back and motioned for Y/N to move herself on top of his face, which she hesitated to do. Sensing what she was worried about, Mingi smiled at her.

"Baby, it's ok. I want to feel those thick thighs of yours on me. Now come over here and smother my face with your sweet pussy."

Getting help from Yunho who took hold of her arms, he placed her right on top of Mingi's face. Spreading her lips apart, Mingi's tongue came up to lick up the leftover arousal from Yunho's previous fingering session. Y/N couldn't help but gasp not just from the over sensitivity of her pussy, but from Mingi's warm mouth consuming her taste. Closing his eyes, Mingi lost himself in the sweetness her body had to offer. Flicking his tongue out, he made sure to pay close attention to her clit, circling the tip of his wet muscle around it. As if they had a mind of their own, Y/N's hips began to slowly grind down against Mingi's tongue movements. When she noticed what she was doing, she made an attempt to stop her motions.

"No babygirl. Show Mingi how much you enjoy having him eat you out. He told you to smother his face and that's what you're going to give him. After all, that is what he wants. Don't you Mingi?" Yunho piped up.

The man underneath Y/N responded with a muffled moan against her wetness. His hands clasped themselves on her ass, harshly slamming her down until her heat was covering the entirety of his face. Guiding her hips, he made her drag her core along his tongue over and over, slurping up every inch of tender flesh without leaving any patch dry. Y/N began panting, each stroke of Mingi's tongue making her fall deeper in that hazy state she had been in just moments ago while Yunho had his fingers knuckles deep in her. And both men knew it, they had learned and memorized each pitch of her sounds and every tick of her body to know what she liked and when she'd come crumbling down from the pleasure they gave her.

Knowing she needed a little encouragement, Yunho began peppering open mouth kisses along her neck as his fingers brushed along the sides of her waist.

"Go ahead love. Cum all over Mingi's face. Make a mess of his pretty face." He softly instructed her. A pleased grin framed Yunho's face as merely seconds later, Y/N fulfilled his command. Mingi groaned wildly as his face was smothered by her mound, her thighs trembling and clenching around his skull as another flood of her juices poured out onto his face. Making sure to lick up as much as possible, Mingi detached his mouth from her reddened folds with an audible pop, a proud smirk on his face that he was not wiping off at any moment.

Knowing she was still too worked up from her orgasm, Yunho carefully lifted her up into his arms. Gesturing for Mingi to follow, he carried her bridal style back inside their room, where he layed her down on the soft king sized bed. Stripping themselves out of their swimming trunks, the men whispered a few words amongst each other before reaching the decision of who got to have her first. The beaming look on Mingi's features answered her thoughts on who it was.

Setting himself right next to her, Mingi began stroking his already hard length.

"Come here baby. Hop your pretty self on top and ride me." He motioned for her to sit on top of him.

With hands pressed to his chest, Y/N slowly sunk herself down until his entire cock was safely nestled inside her. Hissing at the excruciatingly tight grip her tender flesh had on him, Mingi looked over to Yunho, who already had one hand wrapped tightly on his dick.

"We really should fuck her more often, she's unbelievably tight." His voice rasped out.

"Well why don't you do something about it? You're literally inside her idiot." Yunho reminded him rather agitated, anxious to get his own turn with his beloved girl.

With sharp cries, Y/N held onto the headboard in front of her as the man underneath her started pounding his hips up into her. Their moans were filling up the room, along with the slick sounds protruding from between their thighs, where they were connected. Yunho eagerly watched them, his hand working to stroke his twitching cock, making sure not to speed up in case he accidentally made himself cum. He knew he'd get his turn soon, but for the moment, he reveled at seeing the two individuals he cared about the most be so intimate with each other. He watched as their facial muscles started contorting and scrunching up with pleasure, their bodies starting to layer a thin sheen of sweat from the intensity of their love making.

Already vulnerable from the previous 2 orgasms, Y/N started to feel that familiar heat pooling in her lower abdomen, spreading under her skin and making her dizzy with lust. Mingi's pace turned slightly more rough. He loved watching as he made his girlfriend ride his cock, especially when he was blessed with the sight of her breasts bouncing right in front of him. He thought it was one of the most amazing sights to behold. Sensing that she was close given how worked out they had gotten her before and by the way her sounds grew more frantic, Mingi gripped at her sides to hold her down as he bucked his cock deep enough to have her crying out.

"That's it babygirl. Let yourself go. Cum all over me." He grunted at her, feeling himself reach his own brink from the frenetic pace he set for themselves.

With aching thighs, Y/N violently shook on top of him, vision darkening as her mind only payed attention to the sensation of her walls clamping around her lover's cock. Feeling overly constricted to the point of hurting in a most delicious grip, Mingi quickly pulled himself out of her core before any of his cum could start spilling inside her. With the help of his hand, he finished himself off by spurting drops of cum onto her thighs and stomach, some of them dripping off to land on the sheets underneath them.

"Oh my God." Mingi threw his head back onto the pillow behind him as he tried to steady his racing heart.

Finally seeing his cue to come in, Yunho fitted himself on the large king sized bed and carefully pulled Y/N off Mingi's lap to sat her on top of his own. Whereas Mingi preferred having her face him, Yunho opted to keep her facing away, pressing his chest onto her back. His voice gently shushed her whimpers as he sunk her down onto his overly endowed length. Fitting himself in her always took a little longer due to his size.

"You're doing so well baby." He cooed in her ear as he waited for her to adjust to him. Mingi was definitely right in exclaiming how tight she was, he himself was gritting his teeth at how hard her walls were squeezing at his shaft.

Knowing she was overly sensitive, clit swollen and folds puffed up, Yunho decided to go for a more slow and sensual pace. His hands gently rolled her hips to move on top of him, soft and blissful sighs being breathed out of their mouths. He made sure not to overwhelm her, and he himself wanted to enjoy the moment for as long as possible. When he heard her agitated moan, he let her relax on top of him as his hips took over. He was careful not to snap his hips too aggressively, still being gentle and precise with each thrust he shot up at her. With one hand sliding in between her legs, his fingers brushed against her pinkied clit before carefully circling around it.

"You're so beautiful my dear. Absolutely perfect." He murmured against her neck whilst his lips pressed tiny kisses on her warm skin.

Y/N gasped when she felt his pace slightly speed up, causing her body to jolt forward, which was stopped from falling when Yunho's arms held her in a tight embrace to keep her close to him. She knew she was definitely waking up sore the next morning, her thighs were already burning from cumming so much and from being bounced on top of two monster cocks that belonged to her tall boyfriends. Her 4th orgasm of the night slowly and silently crept up on her, rendering her almost numb to everything except the dull sting of her juices pouring out once more onto Yunho's cock. Even after she felt him pull out and coat her backside with his hot seed, she was still in hazy state, worn out after all the attention the two men bestowed upon them. The last thing she saw before passing out on the bed was Yunho's voice purring in her ear:

"Remember Mingi and I love you just the way you are..."

464 notes · View notes

solomonish · 3 years

Text

Way To Go MC, You’ve Allowed Yourself to be Poisoned (Demon Brothers)

CW for: descriptions of food and eating, brief descriptions of choking-like symptoms. (mainly in the intro, though the individual stories mention coughing, (light) blood and fainting). there will be talk of food and keeping an eye on what is being eaten in the individual character stories as well.

Ahh thank you nonnie! I got tired and stopped at the demon brothers but I’ll finish the nowdateables later if you want! Which let’s be real, I’ll probably do soon because I wanna write for Solomon lol

I hope you like it!

---

It started off like any other night, with you grabbing a seat at the dinner table as the last of the food was placed in the middle. Someone beside you took your plate and gave you your portion for you, smiling at your murmur of thanks as they set it down. You waited until the last person, Levi, sat down, smiling at him as he muttered something about finishing a level to nobody in particular.

The moment you ate your first bite of food, something felt...off. Your tongue was tingling the slightest bit and you swore you could feel an uncomfortable heat follow the food as it slid down your throat. Thinking it was just a weird Devildom spice - after all, you’ve been here for how long? and nothing has happened yet? - you take another bite and immediately regret it.

Though such a food was no big deal for demons, it was powerful enough to knock you out of your chair and hunch over, grabbing your stomach as you cough forcefully in a desperate attempt to get the food out. Your insides were burning, your airways closing in and your chest crying out in pain the more you coughed. Soon enough, tears clouded your vision, and though you could hear the chaos around you, the only thing you could focus on was what felt like fire burning you from the inside out.

When you start coughing:

The moment you let out a little cough, his eyes are on you curiously. It’s just a remnant of the days when you were still so new to it all: the fragile little human makes a strange noise, be prepared to save a life.

He almost let his eyes fall from you, but he noticed that you weren’t stopping. It wasn’t the first time you had caused a scene at dinner, saying something afterwards about it “going down the wrong tube.” Still, this seemed...different.

When you fall off of your chair, he’s out of his before you even hit the ground. He’s kneeling by your side a second later, trying to tilt your head towards him so he can fully understand what is happening.

He finally realizes that you aren’t just choking and this is much more urgent when the blood starts coming out of your mouth.

He takes his attention away from you for a moment to ask who cooked dinner, and the brothers promptly rat out Mammon.

Though Lucifer is clearly agitated at that, he decides to lecture later and instead ask what Mammon put in the dish. Everyone erupts at once about halfway through because “How could you have forgotten what that will do to a human??”

That’s the last thing you remember for yourself - whether from the poison itself or being unable to breath through all your coughing, you passed out fairly quickly afterwards

Taking care of you afterwards:

Lucifer isn’t the type to panic in the moment. He’s very accustomed to taking the lead and having everything under control.

That’s in the moment, though. When he has Satan mix up the remedial potion, he’s fine, checking over you and keeping his brothers a safe distance away while he makes sure you’re still breathing. Once you’re safely in bed, brothers having been banned from your room until at least morning, and he’s the only one left lingering in the doorway, that’s when it all begins to set in.

There’s less regret and more general uncertainty in these moments - it starts with him wondering if he should really leave you alone, and soon enough it spirals into him reminding himself just how careful he needs to be with you in the Devildom. (And really, after taking charge of seven demon lords on accident, isn’t it just like you to get killed by a spicy leaf? Honestly, he should’ve known better.)

Once you finally do wake up, he tries to act like his normal “down to business” self - “I’ve told my brothers they are not to overwhelm you today, though we both know how that will go. I’ve made Leviathan figure out what bland foods are safe for humans, you’ll have to take it easy for now as your stomach is still irritated. Let me know immediately if you feel woozy or nauseous for any reason-” He prattles on and on, and though you’ve stopped paying attention you can still feel the softness in his tone

He tries to be gentle with you, and you have to remind him that you were just poisoned, not bedridden for months. Sometimes he’ll shoot you a glare and try to justify himself by saying it’s just like you to make another foolish mistake, but others he just won’t say anything and will keep the hand he has placed on your lower back “for safety”

Firmly believes in establishing as many preventative measures to keep this from happening again, so the next few weeks are going to be....a lot.

Sets up an alarm so he can remind you every lunch not to pick any of the “not safe for humans” options. Probably also gets you a seat in a class that goes over poisonous plants in the Devildom.

Do not try to skip this. It’s easier for everyone if you just let him ease his mind how he likes.

When you start coughing:

At first, Mammon assumes that you just heard the joke he made and (naturally) started laughing so hard your weird little human body couldn’t take it

So essentially, you start choking and he starts laughing at you thinking you’re laughing together

That all stops the moment you fall out of your chair and double over, suddenly dry heaving on the floor.

He sort of short-circuits for a second, not entirely sure what to do until one of the more knowledgeable brothers stoops down beside you

They tell him to just keep your airways clear and make sure you’re still breathing while they go to get the elixir they need, and he does. It’s one of the few times they see him so serious - he just doesn’t want to mess up, so he doesn’t focus on any of their comments or bite back

(”Gee, Mammon’s actually stepping up for once” “Yeah, too bad he was the one that poisoned them in the first place”)

(Lucifer: he WHAT)

Taking care of you afterwards:

Mammon is usually the first thing you see in the morning, so that doesn’t come as a surprise. What does surprise you is how quiet he’s being.

When you sit up and groggily ask, “Is something wrong?” (barely getting the words through your swollen lips) he is torn between trying to say something smooth (”N-not now that you’re okay!! not that i care....”) or calling you a dumb human. So instead he just stares at you

Eventually you can get it out of him what happened, and it explains why your face feels like it had been burned and your stomach feels gross

Mammon says he’s going to come up with a surefire way to protect you so nothing like this ever happens again, but his version of protecting you is sticking by your side 24/7 and he already does that so?

You’re the one that’s going to have to take the lead. Make a list of common ingredients that are SUPER deadly to humans and make sure you both have one for reference

Soon enough, though, he figures out how he can help you without your guidance and you catch him pointing out what’s safe without you having to ask

He follows you to the lunch line and examines the clear plastic boxes until he can point out a few human-safe options. He’ll bend to whisper in your ear in line at some fast-food joint. If you’re not sure, he’ll be the first to ask before you even remember that’s something you should be doing anyway.

He’ll even try to make dishes he thinks you’ll like without the poisonous ingredient! Sometimes it takes a few tries but if he wants you to try something with him, he WILL make it himself

When it comes to you, Mammon really will give you the best care he can. Sometimes he just needs that extra push to think things through.

(And if this wasn’t a push. a hard shove. over a cliff. into shark infested waters)

(don’t do this again, mc. his demon heart can’t take it)

When you start coughing:

Levi has never mentioned how his brother don’t normally speak much to him at dinner and he’s just learned to be highly attuned to you. He notices a lot of little things you do, and is normally the first to realize when you’re choking or something.

That’s why, when you start coughing this time, he is the first one to panic. He knows that that isn’t a normal cough, he just doesn’t know what to do about it.

He looks down at his plate and realizes what’s on it, something he cries out right when you fall to the ground, clutching your stomach. You’re on the other side of the table and his brothers are already crowding around you, so Levi doesn’t get to see the blood and can only hear your coughing.

When your coughing gets weaker as you faint, he freaks. the. fuck. out. Did you die?? Even as he tries to look over his brother’s shoulders, he can’t get a good grasp of what happened until somebody tells him.

(It doesn’t matter much though. He’s still stuck in a loop of wondering what he could’ve done if he had gotten to dinner sooner, if he had managed to score a coveted seat next to you, if he had just looked at his plate or offered to take over for Mammon...)

Taking care of you afterwards:

You wake up in your bed and Lucifer is the one who comes in, asking you how you feel and if you’re up to classes to die.

Being poisoned sure does take a lot out of you, so you ask to stay. Lucifer gives a quick nod and warns you not to shirk your duties, wishing you a fast recovery and letting you know that (human safe) food has been set aside specifically for you.

You doze off soon after (hey, a sick day may as well be spent sleeping in, right?) and when you wake up, somebody else is there, looking at you with inquisitive orange eyes and nearly scaring you half to death.

When you scream, he screams, backing up into your dresser and knocking some of the things off of it.

“I-I’m sorry-! I was just- told to check up on you- just in c-case....I’ll leave now!”

Boy’s gonna make you chase after him when you’re basically sick smh

If you go to his room and demand to be let in, he will - and he’ll let you stay under the guise of “well if you have to check on me every hour it’ll be less of a hassle if I just stay here...”

You won’t be able to get him to say he feels guilty for letting this happen, but when you pick up on the signs ensure him that he’s doing fine taking care of you. HIs cool room helps soothe your mouth (which is still a little irritated), and you’re honored he has an alarm set to check up on you

You know he’s feeling better about it all when an alarm goes off and he just asks “Hey you good?” and he chuckles a little bit when you respond “Hold on I gotta check my own pulse....... yeah i think i’m good”

Overall he is worried but he doesn’t know how to communicate it? So it’s a lot of quick, worried glances and double checking nutrition facts on packages before he hands them to you.

He kind of leaves you to your own devices, but he does send you worried glances every now and then until you’re recovered. He also makes it a point, when Mammon’s on dinner duty, to tell him exactly how he prepared the meal, though you don’t know if it’s for your sake or just to bother him. Probably both.

When you start coughing:

Satan has taken to leaving his books in his room for most dinner and talks to you in their place, so he notices what’s in the dish pretty quickly.

However, the second step of realizing what it could do to a human doesn’t quite hit him until you’re already on your second bite.

He reaches out to grab your wrist anyway, watching you cough while also staring at him in confusion. As he watches your face redden and your mouth swell, you take your wrist from his grasp and cover your mouth with your hand.

He’s the one who knows what to do, so he appoints someone to keep and eye on you while he runs (yes, runs, but he’ll act all cool about it if his brothers bring it up later) to his room to get some potion that’ll (hopefully) negate the effects

(Don’t let him hear me say this but) he’s similar to Lucifer in that he’s very level-headed when it happens - somebody needs to be focused on the cure when some of his more dramatic brothers are screaming (looking at you, Mammon and Asmo)

Taking care of you afterwards:

Satan might be the best at taking care of you, but he’s probably also the least fun.

Once he realized a while ago how fragile a human could be (and that he was interested in actually keeping you alive rather than just watching how long it takes for something to hurt you), he put in an effort to read up on how to help a poisoned human in the Devildom.

He knows how you must be feeling, and he offers you soothing teas or even a (human safe!) numbing lip balm to help you out.

(He finds great pleasure in how ridiculous you look, now that the danger’s passed - though he won’t tell you outright, you can tell it by the amused grin he isn’t even trying to hide)

Don’t be surprised if you catch him eyeing your plates of food for a while after the incident, and any time you catch him in the act he’ll look at you, take a drink out of the nearest cup and lift his eyebrows in a weird little acknowledgment that he’s been caught before saying “It looks tasty.”

Overall, he’s the standard amount of worried? Even though he will take every opportunity to tease you about how you looked afterwards or how feeble you are to be taken down by something so small (jokingly), he won’t ever get out of the habit of double checking your food to make sure it doesn’t happen again.

When you start coughing:

Asmodeus eyes you warily when you start coughing, but continues with his entertaining until you hit the ground.

He’s by your side in an instant, hands hovering over you as if he doesn’t quite know what to do with himself (he doesn’t).

He doesn’t remember calling for Satan, but Satan is the one who kneels by you, so maybe he does? His focus is on you and deciding on something he can do to help.

This ends up shielding your face, puffy and a mess from your tears and retching, from the others who are all peering over at you in concern. He knows it’s not the most pressing detail, but he figures that maybe he can preserve your dignity a little bit, no?

He follows the action with his hands covering his mouth nervously, watching as they have to force a potion down your throat now that you’re unconscious. He’s allowed to stay by you once they determine that you’re safe since he normally doesn’t cause too much of a fuss - not when he looks as pale and miserable as he does now, anyway.

Taking care of you afterwards:

He’s not too experienced in the healthcare field, but boy does he know self care! He knows how to get your skin feeling less gross after the rather...irritable reaction it had and the best way to rest is if you feel totally physically relaxed, right?

For a while, if your stomach still feels like it’s churning or you’re otherwise unfocused, he’s the first to defend you from anybody who thinks you’re overreacting.

Also makes sure nobody outside of the house knows how...unsightly of an ordeal it was. He isn’t shaming you internally or anything, but he’d loathe to have such an unpretty picture in people’s heads when you’ve been nothing but showstopping the whole time beforehand!

Will make sure to grab a seat across from you juuust before you take a bite for a while. It doesn’t matter if he’s across the room in the middle of a story or if you’re at a cafe with someone else and he’s still home. You’ll find him sliding in wordlessly to the seat across from you and watching you intently, making sure you’re eating something that isn’t going to burn you from the inside out.

Has multiple websites bookmarked on his D.D.D. that tell him what is poisonous to you and makes sure YOU are aware of what you’re putting inside your body before you eat it. He seems to genuinely think you’ll forget to save yourself from such a life-threatening situation, but the pout he gives you when you try to get him to stop is enough to convince you to live with it.

When you start coughing:

When you start coughing, he reaches over and starts patting your back absently in the way that usually helps.

He notices the way you grasp onto the table in an attempt to keep yourself up, coughing into your other hand as it gets worse by the second. When you almost slip off, he reaches out to catch you before you hit to floor

Is ready to do the Heimlich when one of his brothers stops him because 1) he’d probably snap you in half, and 2) that’s not what’s happening

He watches blankly as Satan approaches him, laying you down gently as instructed. That’s probably worse, watching you writhe on the floor like that.

He’s the one instructed to help hold you down so they can feed you the potion cure. He wants to hold your hand but it’s covered in blood, and he doesn’t want to risk loosening his grip on you and you somehow spilling it.

Taking care of you afterwards:

He’s the one most shaken up about the whole ordeal, I’d think? While the others are definitely worried he’s the one that has the BIGGEST problem with the feeling of helplessness so I think it would bring back some memories

He definitely keeps a watchful eye over you until you can tell him coherently that you’re okay, and even then he’s still treating you like porcelain for a short while

He can’t help it! Any time he’s reminded of just how frail you can be (and how unexpectedly something horrible can happen) he just...needs a few gentle moments to collect his thoughts.

Does NOT want you even looking at anything that has that plant in it (or anything else poisonous for that matter). Will straight up eat an entire dish from the pan if you give it a glance that he thinks means you’re thinking about eating it. He can usually get away with it since that’s similar to what he already does, but every now and then you see the look in his eyes and wonder if there’s something more to it

He’ll warn you in the future if he knows something is poisonous, but if you’re trying something new he’ll automatically ask you “Can you eat that?” If he doesn’t know, he can at least remind you to check for yourself.

When you start coughing:

Very few things can snap Belphegor out of a drowsy dinner stupor. You suddenly falling on the floor and coughing your insides out is one of the things that can.

If his brothers weren’t so concerned with you, they’d have a few quips about how quickly he startled awake

The first thing he does is dart his eyes back to the table, where he quickly realizes that they just inadvertently poisoned you. When he turns back, it seems the others have already come to that conclusion and someone is running off to help you

He knows that he doesn’t have much to offer in terms of help, but he will tear somebody (Mammon) away from you and kneel next to Beel.

He keeps himself under control by comforting Beel as he holds you down.

There’s definitely a sick feeling in his stomach, something familiar about you lying on the floor and bleeding that he doesn’t like. He pretends to be averting his eyes at the sight of them forcing a potion down your throat and not some regrettable memory.

Taking care of you afterwards:

You wake up and Belphie is curled up next to you in your bed. Nobody else is in the house and it’s 3 PM. You feel gross and you can’t reach your phone to actually confirm what time it is and you have no idea what the fuck is going on until he wakes up

Which he does, after you poke and prod him enough and he’s very grumpy about it

“yeesh, you get poisoned and suddenly you think you’re the princess of the devildom”

“I get WHAT”

Definitely is planning to get Mammon back tenfold

He tries to act nonchalant about it but he does keep waking up ever few hours and lifts his head to like. check that you’re good for the first day or so.

Sometimes he gets this sad look in his eyes and you have to smooth his hair back and reassure him that everything’s okay. It works a little but if he thinks he can trick you by pretending to sleep and then steal a few moments where he can Brood on his own while STILL cuddled up next to you, he will.

Suddenly takes an interest in what you’re eating. Every day. Every meal.

He doesn’t go to check on you but he does text you a few minutes before lunch or if you’re getting dinner somewhere other than the house “What are you planning on eating?”

Gets real huffy if you don’t give him a straight answer. Usually will respond with a “Whatever don’t get yourself almost killed again”

If you decide to get cheeky and answer “Probably straight poison, like right out of the mysterious bottle with a skull on it” he will just say “ugh, sounds like you. have fun.”

“...”

“...seriously, don’t do that mc.”

he sets alarms to wake up so he can make sure you don’t ingest literal poison be a little nice to him please

969 notes · View notes

captains-simp · 3 years

Note

Hey!! I was wondering if there’s a chance you could write Angst 4 with situation 4, with Wandaxfem!reader? Thank you so much anywho, I hope you have a great day

I absolutely can and you have yourself a great day too

"Wake up, dammit!"

Warnings: injury detail, near death, thoughts of death and me once again not really understanding how the human body works

2k words

[ masterlist ]

Buy me a coffee ☕

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Being an Avenger required a lot of skills. Practical, physical and mental. You excelled at most of it, your life and that of your teams depended on it. But you had a tendency to let personal matters get in the way.

You weren't the only one guilty of that. You were pretty sure you could name a time it had happened to everyone on the team at some point.

But you and Wanda were much more liable to let that get in the way than the others. You had both made a couple of bad decisions in the past to protect one another's safety. It was hard to control. Your first instinct would always be to protect your girlfriend, as was hers for you.

That was when things were good between you. Things being bad was a new concept, especially the way it affected a mission.

"Clear on the fourth floor C corridor." Wanda said through the comms. You jaw clenched tightly as you withheld the urge to role your eyes.

"I just confirmed that, Maximoff." You said back. Wanda didn't respond to that, not that you expected her to.

You were both working your way up a building that Hydra agents were supposed to be hiding out in. Wanda took the left side and you took the right, there were times where you met in the middle with no exchange of words.

"Thanks anyway, Wanda." Natasha said in an attempt to ease the obvious tension.

You continued to up the stairs to the next floor and tried not to think about the fight you had had the night before. It was a blur the next day, the reason it all started was unknown to you both. You had both been in a bad mood and things had soon escalated...badly. You had both said hurtful things, things you wished you could take back more than anything. The pair of you had formed a habit of giving each other space before apologising, but you had been forced together on the spontaneous mission that has thrown you both off, even more so by the fight being the worst one you two had ever had in your four years of dating. You had no idea where you stood with Wanda.

When you arrived in the center of the fifth floor you and Wanda rounded opposite corners into the main hallway at the same time. You paused when you saw her, she did too.

You were about to say something to her. Something that wasn't bitter or tense. You had the sudden urge to spill out an apology but she spoke first.

"Clear on the fifth floor corridor A." She didn't spare you a second glance, continuing through the building. You nodded to no one and hastily blinked back the tear that threatened to spill.

Focus on the mission. Focus on the mission. Well you didn't have much luck doing that.

"Going on to the next floor." You said steadily. You hadn't done a proper sweep of the floor, but nothing in the building showed any signs of people being there and you needed to put more distance between yourself and Wanda.

You should have waited for her. You knew that. She knew that. No one protested.

As soon as you were on the second floor you let your guard down and leant against a wall to take a moment to gather your thoughts. That was a mistake. A significant one.

You weren't in the right head space for that mission. That become so much more apparent when you when two bullets hit you.

Whether it was shock, panic, being distracted or a most likely combination of all three, you barely registered the first bullet. You saw who shot it though. One single Hydra agent who made a break for the exit behind you.

Just as you raised your gun to fire the second bullet hit you and sent you falling to the ground. You registered him jumping over your immobile body towards the stairs but before he could put one foot on them red swirls surrounded his body and threw him against the wall, knocking him out cold.

Wanda emerged from the hallway and skidded slightly in panic as she stopped to turn your way. Her eyes widened at the sight of the blood covering your clothes and hands. You were shaking violently while trying to put pressure on the wounds, but you didn't know where exactly they were. You couldn't feel any pain. Just numbness. And that was terrifying.

"You...no, fuck. M-medical assistance- now. Y/n's...been shot." Wanda stammered in panic as she knelt down beside you.

Natasha was giving Wanda instructions but you weren't paying attention to anything except your girlfriend.

"It's...okay." You struggled to say. Your breathing was laboured and speaking was even harder. The distinct taste of blood was in your mouth but you had to ignore that.

"I shouldn't have let you come up here alone." Wanda scolded, tears trailing down her cheeks as she found the two wounds. She ripped some fabric from her shirt into two pieces and held them against your stomach.

"I probably...would have...bitten your head...of if...you tried to." You laughed, instantly regretting it as pain shot through you. The shock was wearing off and the pain was taking its place in the most unmerciful way.

Tears fell from your eyes and your head fell back against the hard ground as you gasped, struggling for air. Wanda moved behind you and placed your head in her lap while she continued to apply pressure.

"I'm sorry." Your voice broke as you spoke. "I'm... so sorry for...last night." Wanda instantly shushed you and shook her head. Her left hand stayed on your stomach and her right combed through your hair to calm you.

"We both said bad things."

"I didn't...mean it...any of it." You tried to lock eyes with Wanda through your tears.

"Neither did I, we'll talk about this when you're better." Wanda promised, nodding her head to assure herself that you would be fine.

But just as she said that it became increasingly difficult to stay conscious. It was as though there was something in the dark calling to you, urging you to let go. It would be so easy. There would be no pain. But Wanda wouldn't be there.

You put your hand weakly over hers, wanting her to be the only thing on your mind incase it was the last. The feel of her skin against your own, her soothing voice and the accent she tried to conceal but you loved, the way she cared for you like no one else ever had. The thought that you may never experience that again made your heart drop.

The shaking was getting worse and you felt so cold.

Go to the dark. Don't go to the dark. So easy. No Wanda...Wanda.

You couldn't help it. You couldn't stop it. It washed our you like a wave. The sounds around you became distant, as though everything was far away. You couldn't make out what Wanda was saying. She sounded desperate. You couldn't see her either. Everything was blurred. Then it was all gone.

The recurring beeping from the monitor was the only sound in the room. Wanda had always thought she would find them annoying, but the Sokovian never wanted to hear it stop. Not until you didn't need it anymore. Until she didn't need it.

It had been a week since you were shot. A week since she had seen your bright y/e/c eyes. The doctors were skeptical. Wanda vaguely remembered them talking to her about your injuries, the severity of them and how they would effect you if you woke up. Once you woke up. They said it was a slim chance.

Wanda sat curled up in the chair next to your bed watching you, wondering if it felt peaceful to be in that state. She wore your favourite hoodie and had a blanket from your shared bed over her, it was the only thing that brought her comfort.

"Wake up, y/n." She whispered, as though trying to secretly communicate with you. "Please." She raised her voice slightly, thinking it could make a difference. It didn't.

"Y/n." She leant forward in her chair and took both of your hands in her own. All she had been able to think about was your fight. It had been stupid, so so stupid. You hadn't fixed it, not properly. Wanda needed more than than the brief moments on the mission. She didn't get to apologise. She couldn't let you go before she got to apologise. She had done it over and over to your sleeping form. But it didn't count. She needed you to wake up. To look at her again. To smile. To speak. To go on another date. To share another kiss. To sleep in the same bed...to get married. There was so much left to do. Wanda wasn't prepared for it to be cut short. It wasn't fair.

"Y/n please wake up. I'm so sorry." She pleaded as she gripped your hands like a lifeline. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she pleaded over and over.

"Wake up, dammit!"

When your eyes finally flickered open you shut them again instantly. It was bright, far too bright. You gave a soft groan at that and tried to shield your face with your hand but found no energy to do so.

Your throat was dry and scratchy and your eyes were stinging from the exposure to the light.

You became aware of the beeping and glanced at the monitor as you tried to adjust to your surroundings, taking a for moments to remember how and why you were even in a hospital bed.

In the corner of your eye you saw movement on your left. You slowly turned your head in that direction and had your breath caught in your throat at the sight of your sleeping girlfriend. Was she still your girlfriend? Your heart dropped at the possibility that she might not be, but you hastily pushed it to the side and appreciated her company.

You had missed her. You had no idea how long you had been out. You had no memory of what it was like. All you knew was the familiar feeling of coming home deep in your chest.

Wanda's slim hand was resting on the bed next to yours and out of pure instinct you laced your fingers through her own, still unable to get over how perfectly they felt entwined together. Would she pull her hand away when she woke up? Would she shout at you more?

Fortunately you didn't have to wait long to find out. Wanda stirred from her uncomfortable looking position on the chair and blinked a few times before her eyes fell to your hands.

She furrowed her brows in confusion at the sight, not remembering putting them together but one look up told her all she needed to know.

"Y/n." She said as a sigh of relief, sitting up straight and gleaming at you.

"Wanda." You croaked with a weak but genuine smile. She picked up on that and with one flick of her tinted red wrist a small cup of water came floating towards you.

"Thank you." You said gratefully and took the cup with your free hand, wanting to hold Wanda's for as long as you could. You gulped the water down quickly and placed it on the bed side table before looking back at Wanda.

"You scared me." She admitted, concern prominent in her shimmering eyes.

"I'm sorry." She shook her head and was quick to speak.

"No, no more apologies from you. I'm sorry. For everything. I-" You cut her off by placing a finger to her lips with a smile.

"Stop."

"I really am though." You knew that, you could see it.

"I know you are." You said genuinely. "And I am too. I don't even know how it..." You trailed off as you opened and closed your mouth, not knowing what you were even trying to say. Wanda laughed and nodded, you had missed that sound so much.

"Are we...are we okay?" You asked timidly, fearing the response so much you couldn't look her in the eyes, only staring at your entwined hands.

Wanda lifted your chin with one of her fingers, wanting you to look at her as you spoke. Her warm smile greeted you like a treasured friend.

"We are. And I'm going to spend the rest of my life making it up to you."

"Well then that's going to get confusing really quickly because I'll be doing the exact same." You declared. Wanda laughed again and brought your hands up to her lips to place a soft kiss on them. A smile spread easily across your face at the gesture.

"Come here." You muttered as you moved over to the edge of the bed and pulled the duvet back for your girlfriend.

She eagerly accepted the offer and slipped in beside you, instantly wrapping her free arm around you to bring you close while her other still held your hand.

"I love you." She whispered as she kissed your forehead.

"I love you too." You smiled and held onto her loose clothing and...how the hell did you miss that? "Is that my hoodie?"

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff imagines #angst

613 notes · View notes

jameui · 3 years

Text

GUILTY MISTAKE

PAIRING: Kang Yeosang x M!Reader

GENRE: Angst, Fluff

WARNINGS: M!reader bullying sweet baby Yeosang, bad friends

SUMMARY: You've made a huge mistake once when you were a child and it's been in your head for the rest of your life, haunting you unless you've done something about it.

Just last month, you had turned six years old and you couldn't be more happier. For some unknown reasons, you liked how you grew older after every year, mostly because you receive gifts from your mom and dad and, of course, your friends who were about a year older than you.

Every year, on your birthday, you'd get expensive items and presents that you have been wanting for so long and foods that you get to eat with your family and friends. Loud music booming through the speakers, giggling while you made jokes with your friends laughing at almost everything due to the excitement and adrenaline that rushed through your bodies.

But, once everything was over and you know that everyone had to leave, you just keep on wishing that it was your birthday everyday. That way, everyone could still have fun and be happy with you, but then again, where's the thrill in that? They'd probably grow tired of it.

Right now, you were playing with your toys that you received creating specific sounds that corresponds to the action you controlled them to do, when you heard the doorbell ring making you gasp with joy at the thought of having a guest paying a visit.

You stood up from your position, your short legs running towards the door as you reached for the knob and turned it to open the door for the person behind it. The door moves wide open and reveals a woman who didn't look quite older than your mother, while you smiled and looked up at her. "Good morning!" You greeted her.

The woman's eyes fell down to you, beaming with glee at your politeness. "A very good morning to you, too, deary." She replied. "Is your mom or dad around? We're actually new to the neighborhood. We just moved from Busan."

You nod your head to answer her as you walked up to your mother who was in the kitchen cooking lunch. "Mom, someone's at the door for you."

"Really? Who is it?" Your mother asked you, wiping her newly washed hands on her apron.

You shrugged your shoulder, holding onto your mom's hand. "Neighbor said she was new." You and your mom was now in front of the door and the two women greeted each other as the other woman handed out a basket to your mom while you waited patiently for your mom to give it to you.

As soon as she did, you waggled your small feet towards the table before you caught a glimpse of a kid, not much taller than you, peeking from behind his mother's pants. He looked scared and shy, but it seemed to you that he wanted to approach you, but he was just too timid to do so.

You gave him your million dollar smile that made the small boy giggle at your friendliness, you jumping down from where you sat with a small groan when you hit the floor. You ran back towards the door, now seeing the chubby boy whose tummy was curving like a small hill on his stomach.

He wore a blue tiny jumper that fit perfectly onto his body, with a striped long sleeves under his jumper, white socks and shoes that almost looked worn out. You approached the boy a comfortable distance away and looked behind the woman that looked to be like his mother, a wide smile still present on your face as you waved a hand at him hello.

The boy bashfully hid, only leaving his arm to be left seen while waving back at you hesitantly. You could see how much the boy struggled to make friends with you so you decided to close in on the distance leading your feet towards the boy and poked your head out that made the boy flinch. "Heya there!" You said, now standing in front of him as the little boy hid his eyes away from you. "Don't be scared. People tell me I'm kind." You giggled softly, the other boy glancing up at you before quickly looking away once again. "I'm M/n, by the way. How about you? What's your name?"

He looked up at you shyly and stammered. "I-I'm Yeothang."

"Yeothang? What a unique name." You beamed, but he shook his head to correct you.

"No, no. Yeothang."

"Oh, you got a lisp." You said at the sudden realization and he nodded his head. "So, Yeosang?" He nodded again. "Yeosang. You have a pretty name." You said, finally noticing the birth mark that decorated the side of his left eye. You gasped and pointed at it. "Wowza! You have a cool looking tattoo!"

"It'th... It'th not a tattoo, M/n." Small Yeosang said, hesitating to call you by your name. "Mommy told me it'th a birth mark."

"Ooh, a birth mark. I wish I had one just like yours." You pouted. "I've got nothing."

Yeosang giggles at you making you smile. "That'th okay, M/n." He said and looks at you with his small brown orbs. "You look great even without them." He said, before he sniffed due to his runny nose that caused a snot to fall from his nose.

You were able to see this and pulled the hem of your shirt to wipe it from his nose and smiled brightly at him, which in turn, earned you a face of shock from Yeosang. "There."

"But, I dirtied your shirt." He furrowed his brows.

You waved it off and gave him assurance. "Don't you worry. My clothes get cleaned pretty well, so it's alright." You told him. "Oh, hey, wanna eat the snack your mom gave us? I saw cookies there. I bet you love cookies."

He nods his head once and immediately, you took his wrist into your small hands that barely closed around it as you pulled him inside and to your kitchen table. You let Yeosang take a seat first, since he needed a little help from his small size. You were next to take seat, settling on the seat beside him. You opened the basket that was wrapped with a cling wrap to secure it properly.

You let yourself drool at the sight of all the delicious delicacies that was inside the basket. "That is a lot." You chuckled cutely, unable to decide which baked goods to eat first. Throughout your process of thinking, your mother and Yeosang's mother had finished their conversation and the latter was called over. Yeosang gave his mother a small 'coming', before climbing down the seat as you pouted. "You're leaving already."

"I'm afraid tho, M/n." Yeosang replied sadly as you thought.

You pondered for a moment before you hastily took a bunch of the delicacies from the basket and went down to give it to Yeosang. "Here. I want you to take this with you. Eat them, or else."

Yeosang nodded and gave you a look of delight at your kind and cute gesture. "I will, M/n." He said before he jogged off to his mother showing her what you gave to him.

"Bye, Sangie!"

"Bye, M/n."

The following day, you were with your friends by the children's playground playing a round of tag, you being the tagger. "Tag, you're it!" You yelled on top of your lungs once you were able to catch up with the smallest of your group of friends, who whined in protest and stomped his foot.

"I'm always 'it'! Why can't it be—"

"Can I play, too?" That all too familiar sweet, honey like voice came from behind him, taking all of your attentions as your head all turned to him and revealed the very shy Yeosang. "I know how to play the game. We uthed to play that back at home."

"Yeosang, of cour—" You were about to reply, but your friends' rejection to his action of joining cut you off.

"Ew, no way. We don't want your boogers and sticky green nose liquid on us. Get away!"

"Yeah, go away! We don't want you playing with us."

"Booger boy!"

"Go play in another playground!"

Those were the words that your friends threw at him that got you shocked from hearing what your friends were saying to Yeosang. Your eyes had widened in shock while you could clearly see the hurt in his eyes that was now glossy with his forming tears from the mean comments he received from your friends. You clearly didn't know there was something going on with your friends and Yeosang.

Yeosang's pleading eyes was placed onto you as he waited for your answer, fiddling with his fingers. Your friends were the best people you could ever have and losing them never crossed your thought, so to avoid this situation from happening, you did what you thought was going to keep them as your friends. "Sure. You can play with us." You said, which made Yeosang hopefully smile, but he immediately took it back from what he heard next from you. "If you weren't so disgusting."

At that, you smirked and all your friends bursted out laughing giving you a clap at the back, the dejected Yeosang hanging his head low, feeling embarrassed. Although he was shamed upon, he still knew you had that kindness inside you and guessed you might have done that for a reason, so he gleamed and looked back at you. "Alright. Maybe next time? When I'm not snot booger rocket anymore." He snorted while laughing that made you all look at him like he's a weirdo.

"Go away! We never want to play with you, again."

And what you thought was just a one time thing, became a permanent bullying towards the poor little boy who only wanted to make friends and play with you. Before they left Busan, he had promised his mom that he wouldn't be the shy boy his parents knew him as, and become friends with the children at their new home, but it looked it was 'friends' that didn't want him.

Their first day, the day he met you, he was so excited and happy that he was able to make a friend, even if it were you who was the first one to approach him. He admired how you were so brave to befriend him and your politeness was one of the things he praised you for. He also thought you were a really kind and friendly kid, but looking at it now, it looked like he was wrong as he was once again rejected to play with you, seating on one of the swings that were a far distance away from where you and your friends played tag.

He sighed, but he didn't want to give up that easily so he ran to you while giggling repeating the words, 'I wanna play' over and over again which got to your friends' nerves, to the point where one of them pushed Yeosang to the ground which got your mouth gaping at the shock, while Yeosang stared up the person who pushed him, eyes starting to swell with tears. As though the fact that he was pushed to the ground wasn't enough, the same person kicked him by the leg which got Yeosang shouting in pain, before standing back up crying and ran home.

You made your way to your friends and glared at them. "Hey, that was too much."

"Why do you care so much?" He sassed at you. "He deserved it."

Your glare didn't falter, but softened when your eyes caught sight of a crying Yeosang. While your friends started to pile up in the middle of the place, you were still caught up in your thoughts, wishing you had just been nice to Yeosang and left your friends for treating Yeosang like that.

Yeosang didn't deserve it. He was a sweet, innocent and kind-hearted boy. He was too pure for this world. He didn't even give up once on trying to be friends with you, but all you ever did was tease him and mock him, call him names like 'booger boy' as you all called him as, 'weirdo', and all sorts of things. Finally realizing your fault, you sighed and regretted the treatment you gave Yeosang. "Sangie..."

A month or so after, you heard about the Kang family moving to another neighborhood which made you feel so bad and hate yourself totally. You didn't even get to say your sorry to Yeosang properly. The little boy never again showed up at the playground and only did when he was asked to throw the trash, all bundled up under so much clothings, since it was winter. That was the only moment you could ever see him.

You rushed out of your house and saw that they were now entering their car, you zoomed across the street and called Yeosang. "Yeosag, Yeosang! Wait!"

This got his attention, snapping his head towards you with a big smile. "M/n! You came to thee me off?" He giggled, making you feel guilty.

You shook your head and knitted your brows. "Why are you leaving? Where are you going?" You asked all in one go.

"We're moving back to Buthan, thince mom wath able to find a plathe there where it'th rent free and could all fit uth in." Then, he leaned in close to your ear to whisper. "Don't worry. I never told mom that your friendth hated me." He giggled secretly.

"Sangie... I also did bad things to you.." You told him sadly.

"I know." Yeosang smiled. "But, I know you didn't do it on purpothe."

"Yeosang, the car's about to leave."

"Oh, I gotta go now. Bye, M/n." He said and waved you goodbye while entering the cab and rolled the windows down while he smiled up at you. "Hope to thee you thoon again, M/n." He said one last time before the car drove off to their destination.

And there it goes. Your last chance to say sorry. Lost. Now, you're left with a lingering feeling of pure guilt and regret.

-------

Years after and you have disbanded with your friends, you are still living with the regret that you made from when you were young. You had just turned 18 years old last month and you were even sadder than the last. Instead of wishing gifts and presents from your new found friends and families, you were only wishing for Yeosang to come back so you could just tell him how much you were sorry and hug him so tightly that he wouldn't be able to breathe.

Your sullen look was noticed by your mother, who by the way, already knew your sin towards Yeosang since you had told her about it already. The first time you told her, she was aggravated with you for not being the child she had raised you to be. You told her the purpose of your action, thus the reason why you left your friend group and boy was your mom right to have let you leave them. What once was playful, turned harsh and violent and you didn't want to be a part of that. "What's wrong, honey? Don't you like your gifts?" Your mother asked you in concern.

You shook your head and sighed. "It's not that. I'm just... feeling like a total jerk."

Your mother sighed at you sadly and sat down beside you, patting you lightly on the back. "Honey, what you've done was wrong, but trust me when I say that Yeosang has a kind heart and if you ever tell him you're sorry, he'd forgive you right away."

"Thanks, mom." You said. "But, people change as they grow."

"Not Yeosang."

You rolled your eyes at your mom with a smirk. "Sure mom. Not Yeosang." You shook your head in disbelief. "I just wish you're right, mom."

You stood up from your seat, as your mother did and walked your way out the door taking in the fresh air of the morning during spring season, when all the trees stood straight and tall, the flowers blooming with all their beauty. You smiled at the sight and took the camera that was hanging by your neck, over a sling and took a picture of the ethereal scenery.

You walked past your porch and started heading to the park to get some takes on your camera to post on your Instagram to entertain your million followers. As you did, you were able to pass by an ice cream stall, so you took a quick stop and bought three scoops of (favorite ice cream flavor) with chocolate syrup and sprinkles to top it off.

You were wearing a smile, happily licking your ice cream away. You let your eyes explore the world around you, finding everything interesting. All these years, the place had been making a lot of changes. From buildings to parks and work towers, everything just felt new, as if you never got to spend time, at least once visiting these places throughout you're whole eighteen years of existence.

You finally arrived at the park, everything from your childhood flashing back through your head. The once only a children's playground is now a family park, but rather than being reminded by the joyous memories, you were able to remember the memory that's been haunting you for life.

You couldn't believe yourself that you had the ability to bully such an innocent kid, while you kept blaming yourself for their sudden moving away. If you had the power to turn back time, you'd make things right with Yeosang and be a better friend to him, which you couldn't do because you wanted to be with the 'cool kids' when all they ever did was make a person's life miserable.

You found a bench to seat on and checked through the pictures you took on your camera, laughing at a video of Mingi getting drunk with Yunho, carrying him like he was a puppy. You just missed those two so bad. You never got another chance to meet them, not even once, since they're both now busy with their job and you're still here trying to find a way to pass the college entrance examination.

Whenever they're around, you three would always be loud as fuck and wouldn't care a thing about the world, just as long as you three are happy. Of course, you didn't go too far just to be happy, unlike the friends you once had.

You still had the smile on as you sighed satisfied and rested your camera back down to let it hang on your neck. You looked around you and saw children playing by the fountain, their parents watching with glee at the sight of their children playing happily. You grabbed your camera and took a picture of the wonderful scene.

You took a few more shots, satisfied, you were finally about to leave with not much else to do, when in a distance you heard a gruff voice call out to you. "M/n? Didn't expect to see you here."

You looked behind you to see Mingi who was in his suit holding a case, his golden wrist watch shining brightly under the sun's light. You smirked and scoffed. "I could tell you the same thing." You said all the while crossing your arms over your chest. "Mingi, are you slacking off?"

Mingi rolled his eyes at your teasing. "I take my job seriously, M/n. I'm not the same person who cuts classes."

"Sure. Sure." You mocked him, while he glared at you. "Anyways, how are you and Yunho doing?"

The brown haired male smiled at the thought of the taller male and sighed. "Oh, you know. The usual. Us missing you and wanting to baby you."

This time, it was you who rolled your eyes, the smirk on your face growing wider, if possible. "You both still on that?"

"Well, you're pretty much the reason how we got together. So, it's just a way of us showing our gratitude for having you in our life." Mingi patted your head making you giggle at the simple contact.

"I just hated how you two were so dense with all the signs you both tried so hard to make the other notice. I had to do something, at least." You said.

"But, weren't you the one who told me you had feelings for Yunho?" He teasingly wiggled his brows at you, making you blush profusely.

"Shut up. There are pasts that should be forgotten and it includes that." You huffed, puffing up your cheeks making you look like a little squirrel. "And you promised we would never speak of this ever again." You pulled your brows in disappointment, looking up at him. "All you do is lie."

"Hey, hey. I don't go that far." Mingi defended himself, before pulling you into his arms to hug you. "But, if you're so embarrassed about it, it'll be just our little secret."

"Don't even promise me if you're just going to break them in the end." You deadpanned making Mingi let out a deep voiced chuckle.

"Alright."

Soon, the two of you parted ways, waving your hands to each other to say goodbye. You were making your way back home, when you noticed a moving truck from the house next door. A new neighbor? You walked up to the truck driver to greet her and do some important interview. "Good morning, ma'am. Did someone just move in?"

"Oh, nice to see friendly faces up in here." She chuckled. "It's not everyday you get the luck to meet one." She sighs from her aching back, before exhaling deeply. "Yeah. Rich families, to be exact. Paid me a good tip." She said making you giggle.

"I see." You laughed lightly. "Well, have a great day, ma'am. Hope to see you, again." You waved her goodbye, the woman doing the same to you.

You hummed to a song as you finished your walk, now in front of your porch, your mom tending with her flowers. "Had a good day, honey?"

"Better than great." You replied. "I met Mingi on his way to his job. Thought he was slacking off like he usually does." You chortled, earning a playful slap on the back from your mom.

"Oh, you." She told you before she led you inside and went straight to the kitchen. "Oh, by the way, have you met the new neighbors next door?"

"Nope." You answered, popping the 'p' with a purse of your lips at the end, then sat down on a seat excited to eat the apple pie your mother made while you were away. Once, it got placed down on the table, you hurriedly dug in with your barehands, but before you could, your mother slapped your hand making you pout as she folded her gardening apron.

"That's for the neighbors." She informed you, your mouth opening in understanding while nodding your head. "And I'm letting you do the honors to give this to them, since I believe, the new neighbors' son was a friend of yours."

"A friend? Who?" You asked with a raised brow, but your mother only gave you a wink and carefully hands you the apple pie. With no other choice, you stood up and wore your bunny slippers, too lazy to put your shoes back on, as you headed to the house next door.

You walked up the small stairs that led up to the house's front door and knocked three times. You waited for a reply, but you received nothing, so you waited before knocking on the door, once again just in case they didn't hear you.

Alas, a male's voice was heard, shouting a loud 'coming' to inform you that someone was finally coming for the door. You stood there patiently with a smile, practicing in your head what you will have to say to the male. The door soon flew open and appeared a tall man, who looked freakishly handsome, his features flawless that it's making it hard for you to look away. He was so surreal. Like a character pulled straight out from a comic.

You tried to utter a word, but the lines you prepared in your head was long forgotten. "Uh..." Was the only word you could ever stable.

"Er.. Is that for us?" The male asked you, snapping you from your thoughts and nodding your head, taking notice of the small lisp he had with the letter 's'.

"Uh, yeah, yeah. It's for you and your family." You said. "It's actually a tradition, so we make the new neighbors feel welcome." You added and slowly gave it to the male infront of you, a smile gracing upon his features. Goodness, his smile is so stunning.

He accepted the gift and took it into his hands. You bowed curtly and had decided to make your way back, when the male had caught your attention. "Wait, don't go just yet. Why don't you come inside and have a bite?"

And who were you to turn down an offer from a cute guy? "Uhm, er, sure. Yeah, I'd love to." He lets you walk inside first as he closes the door, a small creak and click coming from it.

"Hol'up, you're not a pedophile, are you?" You suddenly asked out of fear. "There's been a lot of news going on around the world and I've prepared my whole life, so I can fight you."

"No, no. For sure, I'm not." He said as he walked by past you, leading the way to the kitchen to guide you. Once you two made it to the kitchen, the things on the table were cleared, the car keys hiding it in his pockets. "Take a seat. I'll go grab some plates."

"Your mom and dad?" You asked out of the blue, making him chuckle.

"You're so full of questions." He told you. "They're buying groceries."

"Oh." You let out silently, sitting down while fiddling with your fingers since you got nothing else to do.

The male came back with what he intended to get and placed one on your side, then one on his, moving to the kitchen isle to get a knife to cut the pie. "So, how's your life going?"

You thought for while taking a long deep breathe. "Well, I guess you could pretty much say, complicated." You answered and when he didn't speak back to let you keep on talking, you continued. "There's days where I feel so happy, then there are days where I feel miserable." You looked up at him while he cuts the pie. "I just wish... I..." You trailed off once you were able to catch a glimpse of the discoloration of a certain area on the side of his head. Wait a minute. That birthmark...

The moment you were able to figure it out, you jumped up from your seat and widened your eyes in shock. "Yeo.. Yeosang..?"

He let out a small chuckle, before stopping his actions and looking up at you. "So, you saw my tattoo, huh?"

You couldn't believe it. He was back, but different. He's no longer the chubby little boy with snot running down his nose, he's now a total hottie and he's even taller than you already. "O-oh my gosh.. Yeosang.. You look so.. different."

"Well, I wanted to be your friend badly, I decided to change for you, but it was also a self-decision, so don't feel so bad, M/n." Yeosang said. He did change, but his personality is still the same old Yeosang.

"Yeosang, I was your friend. I was just a coward." You sadly said, your guilt even growing bigger. "I'm so sorry."

Yeosang moved to your side and pulled you into his arms, the strong scent of something sweet and musky all at the same time, tickling your nose. His embrace was so warm and caring that you never wanted him to pull away. "M/n, I have forgiven you a long time ago, already. You don't have to say sorry, anymore."

"Just let me do it, Sang. The thought of not being able to see you again keeps plaguing me for days." You admitted. "I kept on blaming myself that I was the reason why you moved away."

"No, M/n, you're not. Please, don't be hard on yourself." He said, caressing your hair. "It was a family business, so we had to move to a place near dad's work place."

You gave him a light punch and stifled a laugh. "You should have told me sooner."

You both got into a comfortable silence, before Yeosang decided to break it. "Well, how about we eat and catch up on each others' lives, yeah?"

"That sounds lovely."

#x male reader #bottom male reader #bxb #idol x male reader #male reader #ateez x male reader #kpop #ateez #fanfiction #yeosang #yeosang x male reader #kang yeosang #kang yeosang x male reader

157 notes · View notes