#mastersona Vy

[writer-and-artist27]

Tumblr Story: Reformed Bully

Note: For @dollya-robinprotector. Since you’re going through a rough patch, I thought some fluff would work in easing the stress.

Very light FGO/Passing Days-DOL crossover and all. Based heavily off this one ask and this comic that led me to meeting you, Dollya. :) Written as thanks for talking with me and bonding over the FGO gnomes.

Was listening to YOASOBI’s Idol when writing this. And Dr. Stone’s One Small Step.

Now if y’all excuse me, I need to sleep. More hematopathology work tomorrow.

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By the time Vy had noticed the door show up in her room, she wasn’t surprised anymore. It even decided to appear once she had finished packing up the latest batch of magic peanut butter cookies for the Servants, but compared to the previous door, this one had—

“A silver handle…?” Unlike all of Chaldea’s sliding doors and the previous magic entrance that led to another Master’s world, this door looked almost ordinary, its white oak furnishings and matching pale silver doorknob making it look like it came out of a Home Depot. Even when compared to the white walls of her room in Novum Chaldea, the newest entryway looked… mundane. In spite of its faint glowing too.

Vy considered. Glancing down at her bags of cookies, one in particular stood out to Vy’s eye. It was a bit lopsided from including some of the bigger cookies of the batch, not to mention the rather crooked purple ribbon bow, but it was… it was apparently glowing the same faint yellow as the new door.

With one last look at the door, Vy felt herself smile wryly. “I guess… if this is glowing too… might as well try and take a chance as long as I’m not gone for too long, right? Just have to wear the right Mystic Code…”

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“Nngh…”

“…Oh dear,” Vy said for herself when stepping through the magic door. What waited beyond it was a grassy hill, a single tree overlooking what looked like a farm, and a single man lying in the grass, asleep with—with actual tears in his eyes. It wasn’t a stretch to believe he was suffering from a nightmare in spite of the warm atmosphere around him, but add in the light thrashing and the sweat beading his forehead, Vy knew she couldn’t leave him be. 

The blond fringe of hair hiding one side of his face away from view was the last nail in the metaphorical coffin. If his hair was ginger-colored instead of blonde, then—

I want to help this person just like I help Robin. 

It was why Vy kept the one bag of cookies from Chaldea nestled close to the chest of her Decisive Battle uniform, slowly getting to her knees and reaching out with one gloved hand.

“Sir,” she whispered softly, patting his shoulder as gently as she could. Her ponytail could be pushed over her shoulder later. Right now, someone was suffering, and— “Sir, please wake up. You’re having a nightmare.”

“N-Ngh—” The man groaned, nearly slapping her hand if not for Vy moving it out of the way just in time. “Lya—! Lya, I’m s—!”

“Sir,” Vy spoke more firmly, worry leaking into her voice before she realized it as her fingers reached up to pinch at his cheek. Sitting down on her knees, she said, “It’s alright — it’s over. It’s time for you to come back to reality now.”

The blond man got up with a start once her pinching registered, blue eyes wide with shock and tears once his spine made an audible crack from sitting up so abruptly. Vy immediately took her hand back, schooling her panic as best as she could once he looked at her past the haze in his blue eyes. “Lya—!” he blinked. “You’re… you’re not Lya.” His brow furrowed almost immediately, a glare settling in his eyes as he took her in. “Who are you, where did you come from, and when did you get to this farm?”

Typical, Vy thought. Outwardly, she did her best to smile placatingly, shrugging her shoulders. “Good morning to you too, good sir. I’m Vy — consider me a passerby who came through a magic door and saw someone crying in their sleep and therefore couldn’t leave them alone,” she said, pointing at her own eyes past her glasses to gesture to her newly awake companion. The “magic door” part of her statement wasn’t a complete lie, but it was enough to wipe some of the apprehension off of his face. “I’ve had experience with waking up with tears in my eyes, see.”

“…Oh.” And as soon as he said it, the man raised one calloused hand to wipe at his face, the tattooed wristband on his knuckles shining a darker shade of black with the droplets sticking to his skin with the motion. “…Did I look that much like shit?”

“Not as bad as someone who’s had the life literally burned out of them, no.” Vy said immediately, the image of the many victims of Camelot Gawain's Excalibur Galatine coming to the forefront of her mind before she pushed the thought away. That sight was just plain disgusting. “It could’ve been worse.” 

Now the man was looking at her with a completely new face. “Burned?”

She smiled and offered the bag of cookies in her arms to him instead. “Yep. I’ve seen worse than someone crying in their sleep, so you have nothing to worry about,” she answered in regards to his unspoken question, shaking her head. “Enough of debating the ‘worse’ in looks. Would you like some cookies? I have a bag right here for you.”

“…Cookies?” The man wasn’t staring daggers at her at least, but he still looked wary. “You made them?”

“With just peanut butter, eggs, and sugar, yes. They’re supposed to be ‘magic.’” Vy felt herself smile a bit wider once she could see the curiosity start to dawn on the man’s face. She offered the bag to him again, lopsided purple ribbon bow and all. “Don’t worry, I didn’t poison them and I taste-tested them beforehand. It just looked like you needed something sweet to work off the nightmare, sir.”

The man glanced at her, then at the bag in her hands, and back at her. “You… You don’t even know me,” he slowly choked out, a large drop of a tear forming in the corner of his visible eye as the blue of his iris widened to reflect her image. “You only just… you only just stumble on me, and you just—” 

Vy wasn’t sure whether to smile or just wait. She decided to opt for both while adding in an extra shrug of her shoulders. 

“I…” The man choked again, shaking his head while scrubbing at his face with his hand again. The tattoos — he had more on his other hand and even his neck — all of them looking like shackles to match his voice coming out vulnerable and raw-sounding once he said, “I hurt the woman I love. I hurt more than just her. I-I’m still scared I could hurt the family she gave me. So then, why would you—”

“What’s wrong,” Vy said quietly to cut off the self-deprecating rant, “with wanting to help someone, then?”

The man fell silent, the tear in his eye slowly growing big enough to streak his cheek as it then fell to the grass between them.

With a bit of mustered courage — from Mash, from Artoria, from Achilles, from Robin — Vy smiled a bit wider as she reached over with her left hand — glove, lotus-shaped Command Seals and all — to wipe at the man’s exposed cheek. “Hurt is just gonna happen, sir. That’s just how life is,” she said in a softer voice, ignoring the wetness starting to spread out against the fingertips of her glove as she rubbed his cheekbone as gently as she could. As Da Vinci might’ve done in her place, as the Eternal Genius. As Dr. Roman might’ve done in her place, as a medical professional — as a living human from King Solomon’s remains. “And even if I don’t know what happened to hurt you so much, what matters now is how you move forward in the face of all of it. And if you’re waking up like this, crying and worrying about how to treat the person you love even after you hurt her, I’d like to think you’re walking in the right direction.”

The man half-snorted, half-sniffled, but he didn’t slap her hand away. Instead, he weakly leaned into her palm, his other hand coming up to weakly grasp at the bag of cookies sitting between them. “…Huh.” A weak laugh leaves his lips, blue eyes teary still as he closed them for a shaky inhale of breath. “Guess I’m more fucked up than I thought, listening to a stranger and taking fucking peanut butter cookies from them.”

“I’m not a stranger when I previously said my name, sir, not to mention I offered the cookies in the first place,” Vy said plainly, but she still smiled at him. It was the least she could do. “And really — we’re all struggling in life. Might as well start somewhere. So.” She pushed the cookies into his shaking palm, forcing as much cheer into her voice as possible. “My name is Vy. What is yours, sir?”

The smile he gives her in that moment makes her think, Robin, again. Even with the ear piercings and the tattoos, his face looks bright for the first time ever in the sunlight peeking past the tree hanging over them and the farm sitting far away. “…Whitney. It’s… it’s Whitney.”

“Well then!” Vy hummed, making sure to pat his wet cheek a few more times for good measure before lowering her left hand to take his in a squeeze. “It’s nice to meet you, Whitney! Hurt and all! I have some time on my hands being a passerby, so why don’t we chat for a bit? Hopefully get the tears out of you too!” 

Because when barely anyone outside of Mash and the Servants — Robin especially — reached out when she woke up crying, the least Vy could do was make sure no one else could have a repeat experience.

#mastersona vy #whitney the bully #gift things #writing #unedited #fate grand order #degrees of lewdity fanfic #no 18+ stuff here #just fluff #and comfort #long post #text post #from one artist to another #dol homestead au

[exmeowstic]

commission for vy @writer-and-artist27 of robin, vy, and artoria in this chapter of passing days <33 i really loved reading this chapter and loved the opportunity to draw art for it!!!

#fate #mastersona #my art #fate grand order #fgo #robin hood (fate) #artoria pendragon #thank you again for the comm vy!!!! #everybody go read vys fics now <333

[lovingempress]

It. is. finished!! At last, my arm is complete.

*ahem* This is very late Vy-chan @writer-and-artist27 (about two months or so actually), but I hope you enjoy this (very) belated birthday gift!!

I wanted to make you a picture of your Mastersona and your favorite bro, Robin Hood, and I just knew that it was gonna be a sleepy scene. I wanted to try something nostalgic, a sort of, “napping together under a tree during downtime” kind of thing, and I hope I hit my mark here.

I wasn’t sure what outfit to use, but eventually I chose to have her wear the Anniversary Blonde Mystic Code. It looks classy yet casual, and modest enough that I hope she’d be comfortable. I wanted to make sure whatever Mystic Code I draw her in is casual enough to wear in downtime, but with a long enough skirt that it wouldn’t make her uncomfortable (especially because the pose I have her in).

It was an interesting challenge, and I learned a lot while making this. There were some frustrating times, I’m not gonna lie XD, but at the end of it I really did enjoy the process of making this :)

#fanart #my art #happy belated birthday Vy-chan #this picture went through so many changes but I think I learned a lot #mastersona #mastersona Vy #other people’s ocs #robin hood (fate) #Robin Hood (FGO) #I’ll have to post the art process later #you’re gonna laugh at the difference in the trees lmao #it’s so bad it makes me proud of the difference #sleeping faces are much harder to draw #I fixed the little robin! #it’s not a perfect robin #but I think it can still make a cute plushie #I think I’m starting to get a hand on this ‘shading’ thing #watching the shading develop from flat to this was amazing #it was like I had an epiphany and then things just started getting better #I feel like I went wild with the wildflowers lol #WriterandArtist27 #writer-and-artist27 #this has over 80+ layers lmao

[siegfaerie]

Apocrypha rerun shenanigans

#thank you vy your jeanne really heloed me get all the coins i needed to ascend sieg #the second part is self indulgent #the chapter was tirled mommy and sieg was wondering what to call the player and i legitimately thought for a second hed call them mommy #adafd he cdhfhfhghfhg #it WAS JUST A SECOND THOUGHT BUT I COULDNT STOP IT #anyway #jack and sieg was something i didnt know i needed adressed and im glad for that #fgo #mastersona #doodles #sorry low effort doodles is all i have energy for rn #i’ll draw something nice soon

[hasquetzorkukudoneanythingwrong]

Mastersona Heights

Lil joke pic based on how most mastersonas are roughly 5'9" and under, while Rex is like.... 6'5"

Featuring:

Cyra @xviicprc

Bastion @exmeowstic

Vanilla @vanillachaldea

Niyo @chaldeamage-neo

Ayako @panyum

Vy @writer-and-artist27

And Quin @hasbbdoneanythingwrong

Just mini chibs for the joke, hope you guys like it!

#fate grand order #mastersona #rex #vy #ayako #vanilla #bastion #quin #niyo #cyra

[lunarimpact]

My darling, why are you so silent? ( saying nothing )

         for @writer-and-artist27 | written with @partialdignity

Time trudged on like a steady river, tenderly cradling the boat and all of its passengers. A gentle and steady river that flowed between the past, the present, and the achingly unknown future. In the gentle wake of the passage of time, the Archer felt most at home, in these moments where all seemed to be none the wiser to those who prowled the less-trafficked halls of the vessel and all the secrets which it contained. Where he might slip through the cracks, a forgettable shadow. A drifting soul. A wandering spirit.

It was in these untraveled and labyrinthine halls which he called home, that he found a queer sight. A door like no other, marred by ancient yellow talismans, seemingly undisturbed. A door which hardly belonged within the technologically advanced Nautilus, made of some ancient, blackened wood. A door which did not stir when he drew near, like any of the other metal doors. No whoosh of air, no electric stir. He had never seen a door like this, not within the many years, now, that he'd been active as Vy's servant. So, surely, hidden behind this door lay his unfamiliar prey, that slip of being which had appeared behind Vy like some aes sídhe of Annwn.

And so here he remained, watching over a door which never opened, and those pale talismans which bore red ink unstirring in the mild air-conditioning. Waiting, like a hound, uncalled upon by his dear Master. Waiting with all the patience in the world for some sign of life. Some stirring. A revelation about what lay beyond the door. Minutes turned to hours, time passing him by like an evening breeze. No one had yet come out of the sealed-up room tucked away in the back of the Nautilus, or if they had, they were better at stealth than anyone he'd ever met. Including that Count of Monte Cristo fellow and his whole 'literally sinks into the shadows' thing he did. 

Robin glowered at the faded seals, uncertain about their exact meaning since the Grail hadn't, this time, deigned to fill him in on the written alphabet of a multitude of languages. Or dialects, for that matter. Not so long as they hadn't mattered to his Master nor the staff at the former Chaldea, or the Nautilus. But looking at them, the complex characters which reminded him of some form of Chinese, perhaps, and taking in the sheer number plastered onto the door was enough to get a clue. They probably said some variant of keep out, which was something of a problem when what he wanted to do was get in.

Just a little peek. Just to make sure that he wasn't half-mad from the summer heat on that day. That he hadn't hallucinated the pale figure whose crimson eyes sparkled with a dangerous delight, who had smiled at him with all the mischief of a fair folk, letting a new sunhat slip from slender fingers, with blackened fingernails. An unexpected gift falling upon his master's head. Only for them to disappear immediately after like some kind of ghost. No harm done, but the promise of it had remained, lingering around Vy for a long time, even if she hadn't noticed.

He'd had enough of ghosts lately, between the Lostbelts and BB's revamped Luluhawa. One more unknown popping up so suddenly just made his scalp itch. And one who had held an aura like that pulled at his memory of Yu Mei-Ren, with all of her hatred and anger, her venomous tongue. But there was something else, something darker. It wasn't like making eye contact with a Beast, nothing like looking into Kiara's hungry gaze. It was unsettling. Nameless.

Robin had, for a brief moment, felt as though he might lose Vy right then and there, with that stranger standing behind her. A wolf about to descend upon a sheep.

He shivered, all at once unsettled by the memory of that day. Of that briefest moment in time. Drawing himself back to the present, he looked once more upon the ebony wood door. He moved from his spot, eager to slip away. Eager to rid himself of it. He'd come back, of course, for his investigation was hardly over. He just needed to stretch his legs, clear his thoughts.

Still nothing, he noted, after making another circuit of the hallway. Whoever was inside, if anyone at all, must not get out much. Or had no reason to, which could well be the case.

Scratching at his cheek, he let No Face May King settle back into place, digging into the reserves of his patience and resolving to wait a little longer. He was a decent hunter for a somewhat more modern spirit. He could wait unless the little sparrow needed him.

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"...he is still out there," Ao Bing sighed, the rustle of his sleeves seeming loud in the otherwise quiet room. Frowning at the closed door, he permitted himself a soft tsk as the inquisitive spirit on the other side took up its nosy post.

"Perhaps the Captain neglected to explain how loitering is rude to him," the dragon mused softly, not quite ignorant to the other in the room. The dark-haired being who had bound him to their side in a questionable contract, who sat at an antique writing table. The all too familiar pungent smell of the ink-stone made him wrinkle his nose, but he wasn't planning to fuss at the other as they lazily practiced their calligraphy. The ancient characters were brought to life upon the paper, blackened brush dragging just slightly, not enough to leave a mess. Nor enough to alter the words into something unsuitable for one who looked so young.

"Would you rather be out playing with xiǎo hǔ?" Xiao hummed, never taking their gaze off the paper, nor the way their brush moved. Heat rushed to Ao Bing’s cheeks, indignation dancing upon his tongue. “I do not-”

“It’s alright, I understand that you miss them, and that I’m keeping you from them, but it is for your own sake. Much as what that spirit,” they paused, setting their brush to rest with care, “is doing this for the sake of his Master. I suppose I would too if I had some inkling of knowledge as to what awaits me in this very room. Still...

What size coffin do you think he intends to ask for?”

#writing ; the chorus sings #carim creates #fgo #writerandartist27 #Robin ( Fate ) #Vy ( vy's mastersona ) #Xia ( True Ancestor ) #Ao Bing ( fan servant )

[yasuda-anis]

A Blessing for a Friend

One of my first released works for Anis, I wanted to give something to a friend of mine. To @writer-and-artist27​, Vy I’m glad to have met you and I love your stories. I hope we can keep being friends for a long time.

As for what I listened to while I wrote this it’s Wonderful Future or Prekasno Daleko. Just cause I really like it and the mood got me excited. May your future be bright.

The heavy smell of bread blew into Anis’ face, fogging her glasses in a few seconds. It seemed that despite all the enchantments that Medea and others had placed on them for protection and preventing them falling off, some things could just never be avoided.     Anis waited a few seconds for them to clear up, enjoying the rich scent of vanilla and almost drooling. But it was important that the last part be done right.

If she messed this up, the whole thing would lose more than half the impact. But the heat coming out of the oven was still intense enough that she hesitated reaching in, even with her gloves and apron.     “Need a hand there Master?” A cheerful voice called out behind her before a large heavy paw settled on her shoulder. It was a familiar feeling, but something she hadn’t felt for a while. 

“Thanks Tamamo,” Anis sighed as she stepped aside. “I’ve been out of the kitchen for a long time so-”     “No problem, no problem Master!” She grinned as her tail whapped her master gently. “I see you when you come to eat everyday so I do see you. But this is certainly something new.”

Back in the days of Chaldea… that was - never mind. When she had first arrived Tamamo had been there for her. Making sure she ate, making sure she had someone to talk to, and more importantly, being there for the warmth Anis had been missing. Back then, Anis would always stop by at least once a week to be with her- to talk, be pampered, spar, or just to get some motivation. It had been some time since Anis had come back to see her.     Cat had come to visit herself mainly. But that was enough of that.     “It’s a bit of a special occasion,” Anis confessed, breathing in the warmth from the tray Tamamo passed under her. “I really wanted to do something for her.”     The fresh pastry was then quickly flipped over into a small basket, the smell of vanilla a bit more muted now. Cat moved over to bring over the picnic basket and pack in plates, utensils and some drinks.     Anis put on her gloves- made out of materials she was sure a regular mage would kill her for- and reached into a small box to pull out small clay figurines. She then cut small holes into the pastry and inserted them, quickly closing up the holes with nata.     The figures had been a group effort between her, Medea, and Nito. Making them heat resistant and non toxic had been a bit trick, but according to Medea the materials were easy enough to come by.     “All ready here!” Tamamo saluted with feral glee. “Now! Quickly before that other cat burglar comes in!”     Anis had factored in anyone coming in to try and steal it. But even the best laid plans need to adapt quickly, she thought as she wrapped it up in cloth and shut it in the basket. But alas, the smell, however faint, still escaped the basket. She would have to hurry. Or else…

“I’m off then! I’ll be back later!” Aniis yelled as she started moving quickly to the door. She could run. But the chances she could trip weren’t her main concern. Gotta act natural. I have an important appointment! But too fast and they’ll catch on!

    Tamamo waved her away with a handkerchief, calling out all sorts of fun jokes at her. Anis waved back and went off the hallway.

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The hallways of Novum Chaldea were packed. The early days of an empty Chaldea faded in the first months, and Anis was used to wandering both in her old Chaldea and in this one like a metro station.     Staff and servants moved in their flows- the main speed being kept except for a few who were assumed to just be beyond reprimand. Anis would normally be a patient walker, her pace easily adjusted to suit whoever she was walking with. Today though she wove and dashed through the flow, trying to minimize her impact by calling out warnings to those ahead.

Excuse me! 

Pardon me! 

Sorry! 

Hi! 

Sorry, a bit busy! 

No problem, just gotta go!

Not right now thanks!

Oops! You good? I’ll make it up to you later!

Sadly though, the kids had caught her. As she expected. The child servants were always on top of any delicious snacks and treats in the base before the other two threats of Jaguar, who would demand them, and Ibaraki, who would never bother to ask and just take it.     I lost 5 minutes to negotiations, but hopefully I can still make it on time! The kids had realized quickly what the occasion was, but demanded an equal treat and participation in one of their tea parties. Apparently, Mori was hosting this one as his first foray into western tea ceremony. 

But there it was! The door to Vy’s room! With one of her servants waiting out front as usual. Today it happened to be Emiya and Artoria, or Art as Vy called her. The pair had been chatting in front of the door before noting Anis, a bit winded, approached them.

“Hello there you two,” Anis panted, checking inside the basket to make sure nothing had spilled. “Is she back yet?”

Opening the basket had apparently been a mistake, since the culinary duo immediately caught onto what sort of treat Anis had brought and smiled. “She is not back yet, but if what you brought tastes as well as it smells I should believe my master will enjoy it,” Arotria smiled, her gentle gaze clearly showing her desire to try some as well.

“It’s been a while since I smelled something like this. Is that-” Emiya approached, starting to reach out to the basket.

Anis flinched back, covering the basket with her free hand. “Sorry about that, it’s best as a surprise ya know? Don’t worry though, it’s meant to be shared.”

Artoria nodded. “Indeed. You should learn to be patient like me. After all, Miss Anis has told us quite clearly it was meant as a surprise for all of us.”     A letter had gone out to Vy’s main servants last week, indicating that on her birthday, they should split into two teams- one to distract Vy, and one to stand guard and prepare the room. Anis had barely made it to the room before the deadline.

Anis held out the basket to Emiya, until he took it with both hands. “I’ll just leave this with yall then and head off after telling her-”

“Telling me what?” 

“YA!” Anis yelled and stomped her foot hard to prevent from accidentally swinging her elbow towards the voice. A very bad habit that had been the sad result of both martial arts training and poor nerves. 

“Eeep! I-I’m sorry Aqui! I didn’t mean to scare you like that…” Vy mumbled, wrapping her arms around herself. “It’s been a while since we saw each other, so-”

Anis breathed out, trying to relax. “It’s fine- fine” Anis breathed out again, her heart rate returning to normal. “Happy birthday Vy.”

She said it in the gentlest tone she had. Because it was her. One of the kindest souls she’d ever met, and deserved all the respect and charity the world had in return. Even Anis’ servants would treat her kindly and take time to chat with her from time to time. 

“Thankie Aqui,” she smiled back in the way that had made her so warm to all she met. “What's that? It smells delicious~” “Hold on there little sparrow,” Robin grinned as he put a hand on her shoulder, earning a small pout from her. “I think we should all go inside and get the full surprise right?” Anis nodded, glad to not disappoint. “We came up with a nice little thing for you Vy!” Anis smiled, something she wasn’t too familiar with, but she was glad her tone at least matched the mood. “I wanted to give you something as thanks for what you’ve given me and others here. And sorry to say, I won’t take no for an answer.” “Muuuu. This better not be something too big Anis.” _________________________

It was a simple affair. Anis had simply planned to leave the gift after explaining, but Achilles and Emiya had forced her to take a seat at the table. Apparently, she had a responsibility to see it through to the end.     The cake sat at the center of the table- a Rosca de Reyes, a delicious pastry in the shape of a round loop topped with concha sugar in vanilla, chocolate and strawberry. There were also some fruits as well, but only on half of the cake since Anis didn’t care for them.

The main gift though was the act of cutting the cake, Anis explained. “See, this is technically a celebration cake that’s eaten either on christmas, or on the actual feast day in January,” Anis explained as she passed the knife to Vy on the opposite side of the table.

“Let me get that for you,” Robin said as he started to reach out for the knife only to have Anis give him the look she usually gave those who started deviating from the rules in board games.

“The main thing is cutting it, Robin, so she needs to choose what part she wants and cut it herself,” Anis explained, tapping the cake. “It’s not just a cake you know, it’s a game.”

Vy tilted her head and squinted at the cake. “A… game? Like, with rules?” 

“Not that kind of game,” Anis chuckled as she waited for Vy to grip the knife. “See, it’s about making choices and seeing if you get lucky.” Vy still looked a bit confused, but eventually started cutting into the Rosca, the rich smell leaking out with each cut.

Crshh!!

“W-what was that?!” Vy pulled the knife out and looked inside the cut. “Is there food inside too? But it was so hard?”

“Got one already?” Anis asked, a bit surprised at the game starting off so quickly. “I tried to mix up the placement, but with your good fortune it makes sense you’d hit it off on your first try. Make your next cut for now, okay? But only cut as much as you can eat.”

    So Vy, still a bit confused, cut again, and hit something she couldn’t cut again. The look on her face though was more of curiosity and interest though, which helped relax Anis a bit. She held out a small spatula and Robin took it to lift her piece out, pulling a bit hard to separate the piece, revealing-

“What the? Is that?” Robin asked, not entirely sure of what had just happened.The other servants were all mostly curious as well, leaning forward to see. 

A small blue bird’s head poked out from the left side of the slice, the rest of its body supposedly buried inside. On the right side though, was a small tile with a flower motif that fell onto the plate with a small clink.     Vy picked it up and looked it over. The small white ceramic tile was two sided- a lily on one side and a lotus on the other.

“Two prizes so far Vy! Congrats!” Anis clapped, excited to see the reactions of surprise. “The game is meant to be that each person has a chance to find a prize and get good luck! I kinda adjusted it though and just made plenty of small prizes so every one of y'all could get something. So please, go ahead and enjoy it.”

Vy and the other servants started to get excited and began to cut their own slices to find prizes. A large variety of small figures and decorated tiles came out- a miniature crystal horse, a golden chariot, a lion cub, a golden ram, even a miniature Fou! The cake wasa soon gone and the figures were gathered in front of the empty plates, with Vy enjoying the rising atmosphere.

She deserves it honestly. She’s been working hard to take care of so many people. I just gotta give back something. Anis knew how late Vy stayed up at times- both working and because of stress. She also knew from how Fujino treated her that there were obviously more details about her past that shouldn’t be approached. But the unconditional love her servants had for her… Honestly, it made her a bit jealous. But that was fine. She had her own servants she cared for and could rely on. And a fellow master who she could always count on to hear a lovely tune sung or performed. A wonderful flower that bloomed once in the ice and now again in the sea. 

Thank you for being born Vy. I’m glad to have been able to meet you. And more so that you could consider me a friend. May you overcome all your hardships, and keep  your kindness forever.

#mastersona Anis #A gift #my first long writing attempt! #Sorry I couldn't proofread it #I wanted it to be a surprise #I hope you like it though #Vy #Happy birthday

[dantespilled]

😀 - I'm not afraid of reaching out to you, and 😊 - you are definitely a friendly person. Thankie for helping with the FGO Mastersona "brainrot". I also blame you for RobinVy being a thing! :D

Sbjdfufydchd thank you vy 😭😭😭💖💖 im happy to make you able to make them a thing HHH

#ask

[writer-and-artist27]

Or, for the author, after spending more than a month at a desk that isn't hers from cross-training going on only to find out her work counterpart - as in first workplace friend since leaving two bad lab jobs - who has been occupying author's desk is making so many mistakes in the meantime to the point of HR getting involved, as well as apparently not helping out enough and pushing stuff on author instead...

There was a lot of rage and venting to process. A LOT. Hence returning to Salem.

Content warning for graphic violence and emotional hurt. Because this was a doozy to write, even with how quickly it all came together.

Dedicated to @partialdignity, @teddog, and @langwrites, since all three heard about my "vent" chapter and encouraged me to get it out in a healthy manner.

AO3 link here. OST Playlist here, with all the new songs included.

Now to sleep off this rage because the trolley doesn't move without the author to get to work. And it's 10:43 pm when the author posts this.

#fanfiction update #passing days #writing #mastersona vy #abigail williams (fate) #robin hood (fate) #nezha (fate) #mash kyrielight #charles henri sanson (fate) #mata hari (fate) #achilles (fate) #arturia pendragon #link #links #circe (fate) #queen of sheba (fate) #implied robinvy #fate grand order #a lot went into this #and dark corners were re-explored #author is just tired #and sad about doubting friends #pseudo singularity salem

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Or after running to the trolley late from sweat thanks to trying to pull a specimen that didn't exist in the lab, @teddog encouraged writing things. This is thanks to you, Ted. :)

A chapter inspired by the few double-dates I've gone on, and the many many weekly dates I've had with my real life Robin.

AO3 link here. OST Playlist here, with all the new songs included.

Oh, and for those of you looking for the karaoke songs used in the chapter proper? Linked here too. (And all songs previously used in the OST Playlist.)

#fanfiction update #passing days #writing #mastersona vy #mata hari (fate) #robin hood (fate) #charles henri sanson (fate) #achilles (fate) #marie antoinette (fate) #marie antoinette (rider) #implied robinvy #other implied pairings #fate grand order #so much experience shoved in #and lots of self-reflection #but i tried and fluff went with it #link #links #or friends being there and trying to help each other

[writer-and-artist27]

To commemorate the last of the Big Three reaching Level 120, writing was done again. Over a few weeks, car rides, trolley rides, lots of conversations; pondering over game events that had both growls and smiles from the author; and heaps of references to the original Fate/stay night and Fate/Zero.

Not to mention real life and the author trying to find out what her future could look like when one dream dies with the cousin who left back in October 2023.

Every day is a new day, so least the author can do is keep trying, like Saber does.

Dedicated to @withanina, @partialdignity and @lunarimpact. Because the support helped me finish.

AO3 link here. YouTube Playlist is also here, with all the new songs included.

#fanfiction update #passing days #writing #arturia pendragon #mastersona vy #rider medusa (fate) #achilles (fate) #diarmuid ua duibhne (fate) #caster cu chulainn #robin hood (fate) #archer emiya #lord el melloi ii #waver velvet #mash kyrielight #romani archaman #astarte (fate) #link #links #fate grand order #or this chapter took longer than expected #but it's here and can rest now

[writer-and-artist27]

[Image Description: A colored pencil split-screen drawing of a brunette bespectacled Master huffing for breath, six-pointed blue stars shining in her brown eyes despite her apparent exhaustion, while an orange-haired May King of an Archer reels back from implied shock and growing awe. Both figures are illuminated by a rough colored pencil outline of their respective colors, being pink and green respectively. At the top left corner of the drawing is the creation date, being "8/12/2023." End Description.]

If there's one story of @partialdignity's that I've been going back to lately since isolating from COVID, it's Swell of Affection that portrays the moment Master Vy had given Robin his first Grail. (Thank you again for writing it, Carim, I still love it a lot. Very very much so.) And since Oshi no Ko has been on the brain (no thanks to my buying up the English volumes of the manga and listening to the B-Komachi Song "Sign is B" pre-isolation), I wanted to draw one of the pivotal moments of that story, being when Vy tugged at Robin's sleeve and used her voice over her whiteboard just to tell him how much he meant to her.

It felt right using Oshi no Ko's stars to show what Robin saw (more so since I've made it writing canon Vy gets stars in her eyes when particularly emotional/determined since the LB6 arc at least), and for my first drawing in 3 months, I feel pretty alright with this. Had to stare at my copies of the Salem manga, a web-posted doujinshi, Robin's character sheets in both Wada Arco's recent artbook and FGO materials, and some Oshi no Ko fanart, but here we are.

My real life Robin told me how it took a few months for him to realize he was in love with me (which is embarrassing to look back on because past me had no idea), and since then, I wanted to show how things happened in-story at least.

Now to draw more when I get more confidence.

#art stuff #passing days #concept art #mastersona vy #robin hood (fate) #implied robinvy #yes i did use oshi no ko as inspiration #fate grand order #also the irony of master vy having blue stars is not lost on me #considering i started with tomo having blue eyes

[writer-and-artist27]

To my US friends who celebrate, happy Thanksgiving. To those who aren't in the US and/or don't celebrate, happy holiday.

The author's back with some fluff after processing the first month of grief. It's a piece that definitely took a while to write, but it was coming easier than the other WIP chapters that were in the queue. (Also helped that @teddog's Fate Week 2021 stories were such good inspiration.)

To @teddog/Ted - happy belated birthday. I'm sorry this gift was so late.

To @lunarimpact/Lunar - happy early birthday. I wanted to give you something even after UPS delivered my main gifts to you and Carim.

AO3 link here. OST playlist here, with the new songs all included.

#writing #passing days #fanfiction update #charles henri sanson (fate) #mata hari (fate) #robin hood (fate) #james moriarty (archer) #meltryllis (fate) #mastersona vy #fate grand order #link #links #or some reflection and love helped this chapter happen #thankie to everyone who helped

[writer-and-artist27]

Tumblr Story: Two Robins

Note: For @dollya-robinprotector. Because the writing urge hit and I wanted to send you something to destress. Also inspired by this comic you made on your other blog.

An informal sequel to “Reformed Bully,” basically. Because when life throws lemons, I make lemonade out of them. While listening to the song titled, My First Friend. 

Stories for friends work like that. :)

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“Another world through a magic door, huh…?” 

Vy couldn’t help but sit up in her place at the guest couch and slowly open her eyes at the sound of Robin’s voice. Even if he wasn’t her Robin, Lya’s Robin looked contemplative while taking off his apron in the now-cleaned kitchen, wiping some peanut butter off his hands with a napkin with a quiet hum. “Considering you were able to find a cookie recipe this easy to make,” he said with a soft laugh, “I probably shouldn’t be surprised at magic doors considering my sweetie’s habit of getting involved with a lot of people.”

“And…” Vy internally cursed herself for her low social battery, forcing her voice out as much as she could for Robin to notice, “who says… that habit is… a bad thing when… she still has… you, Robin?”

The brunette man turned to look at her with wide green eyes, the freckles on his face twitching before he smiles. “…That’s true,” he said in a softer voice, hanging his apron up on a nearby rack before opening the refrigerator and pulling out a water bottle. “But if you’re tired, Vy, you can use the couch to rest. You’re the guest here and you didn’t have to play with the kids.” The smile on his face widens to a grin once he walks over to place the water bottle in Vy’s ungloved hands, sitting down next to her soon after. “Though as one of their dads, I’m really grateful for your help.”

“Whitney looked… tired, y’know?” Her grip is shaky on the bottle cap once Vy twists at it to open the beverage, lifting the whole bottle carefully to drink the cold water inside for some energy. “Baking… cookies for the kids… is something I can do… considering they were curious… and I started it… by giving him some…” And sure, Chaldea didn’t have toddlers in its large roster of Servants (baby Caren notwithstanding — she was a unique case) — but her experience with kids thankfully wasn’t null and void. Plus their reactions to the “magic” of the three-ingredient peanut butter cookies were so so cute. Even recapping the water bottle in her hands after drinking half felt like an effort worth doing as she said, “So I… I wanted to help… besides…”

Robin leans forward to rest his chin against his palms, peering into her face with a curious expression. “Besides…?”

“It’s what…” Vy smiled, doing her best to ignore the urge to cough from how weak her voice felt in her throat. “It’s what… my Robin… would’ve done.”

Robin’s green eyes widened again — reminding Vy of Chaldea, of her Robin — before his brows furrowed against his forehead. “…You said that before,” he said in a quieter voice, one of his hands leaving his face in favor of reaching out towards her. Not nearly enough to touch, but close enough to the point of nearly patting her hair. “What is your Robin like, Vy? You said you saw some of him in Whit, which led you to us.”

How to respond… Vy turned her head to look at her lap, fidgeting with a hem of her skirt from the Chaldean Decisive Battle uniform. Her pockets still had some markers and her whiteboard, so—

“Vy…?” Lya’s Robin paused, a hand hovering close to hers once she put the half-full water bottle to the side and subsequently pulled out her writing set, carefully trying to uncap the nearest marker — pink this time, it seemed — to start scribbling a response.

“Energy… low…” Vy said hastily to fill in the silence, shaking her head. “Gonna have to… write to you… Robin… so excuse me.”

Past the shade of her low ponytail, it thankfully didn’t hide the understanding look that dawned on Robin’s face, his newest smile sympathetic towards her as he nodded. “You’re excused.” 

“Th-Thankie…” With one grateful gulp of air, Vy wrote as quickly yet as neatly as she could, the words coming naturally to the forefront of her mind. My Robin is my hero.

Turning the board over to let Lya’s Robin read the words had his green eyes widen yet again. “Your hero…?”

Forcing energy into her next nod, Vy turned her whiteboard back to write more. I grew up with him, she “said,” doing her best to school the incoming blush on her face with a tiny cough. Whenever I was sad, whenever I needed to get away, he was there. In his green cape, whistling a tune, and hiding one eye away with his hair. Just by being himself and staying with me.

Vy wasn’t surprised to hear Robin chuckle at the word “hair” on her board once she turned the words toward him. “If your Robin has one eye hidden by his hair, I can understand why you reached out to Whit, then.” 

They’re similar in some ways, Whitney and my Robin. Behavior, looks, and voice, aye. Pasts are definitely different. Vy could tell even when having known Whitney for only half of a day. They both were rough around the edges, self-proclaimed “cowards,” easy to cover up their insecurities with lies, but— In the end, Robin inspires me. He makes me feel safe. He helps me keep going. That's why he’s “Big Robin” to me. 

“…Does he now?” Lya’s Robin says softly, glancing at the whiteboard before looking at Vy with a sad look to his green eyes. “Is that what a hero is to you, Vy? Someone who can be big and protect you?”

Not even the fatigue stopped Vy from hearing the longing in Robin’s voice, the lingering regret lacing his words, and she immediately turned her whiteboard back to herself to scribble a response.

I didn’t look up to my Robin just because he was big and protected me. Sure, he’s taller than me, and yes, he’s protected me, but he did more than that. Some of her “o”s looked loopy to her tired eye, but she still pointed them to Lya’s Robin for the man to read, tapping the underlined “more” with a face. Being a hero for someone can just be as simple as making sure there’s a home to come back to. A safe place to tuck away and be fine in someone’s arms. And if you’re worrying about that with Lya and your kids, Robin, I think you don’t have to. 

“...Huh?” The brunette blinks at her response, and Vy smiles, lowering her whiteboard to the lap of her skirt. She knew if she spoke up, she might not be able to do the same for the rest of the day, but—

“You’re… like my Robin too…” Vy eventually croaked, keeping as much cheer as she could once Lya’s Robin gaped at her. Her hands felt a bit like lead had been injected into them, but it didn’t matter. “You both… worry about… doing enough… for the people you love… and I wanna say… you’re okay.”

“Vy…” Robin whispered, his green eyes betraying his experiences and concerns. Living as an orphan, trying to make ends meet under cruel circumstances, hoping Lya could be happy… A soft choking noise made his voice wobble once he said with shimmering wetness characteristic of tears in his eyes, “You really think so?”

Vy knew that her Robin could and would make that exact same face (especially when she pushed herself too hard). It was why she smiled at Lya’s Robin, raising one shaky gloved hand to pat his frozen outstretched one. 

“I… know so. Because… because my Big Robin… taught me small kindnesses… like baking and hugging and helping… matter. So Robin… I think you’re plenty big… for Lya, Whitney, Alex… and your kids too.” A note of longing came out to grace the air between them, a cursory glance at the living room around them confirming to Vy that she was almost envious. “Having a farm like this… being able to safely have a family… not a lot of people can say the same. So… give yourself more credit. You can… be ‘big’ in your own way too. Cooking… and games… and being you.”

Especially when I know how hard it is to fight for the home you want. When the home I want is still out of reach.

It was why Vy decided not to mention the plight of Humanity back in her world, what with the Foreign God and all of her fucking bullshit, in favor of grabbing a wad of tissues from her other skirt pocket to offer to the man sitting next to her. The tears in Robin’s eyes only grew in size against his lashes, but he was smiling once he took the tissues to wipe at his face. “Th-Thank you,” he choked out after a moment, a few droplets falling to the couch cushions between them as he laughed. “I-I didn’t know I needed to hear that before I heard it.”

Vy smiled, vaguely making out a silhouette of pink starting to emerge from the hallway behind Robin before nodding her head. “Aye. That can… definitely happen… and if you can’t believe it… why don’t you ask your sweetie?”

As if on cue, flowers seem to burst open in the air. “Of course, my gentle songbird!” Lya announces her sudden entrance with a tight hug to Robin from behind, falling to her knees and winding her arms around her husband’s neck enough to make the man squeak. “Vy has the right idea!”

“L-Lya…” Robin sniffles, but he looks happier once she’s in the picture, enough for relief to spread throughout Vy’s chest as she slowly scooted a foot or so away to give the happy couple some space. “I… I really am doing enough for you?”

“Of course you are! You’re my Robin!” Lya pouts when resting her chin atop Robin’s brown hair, shaking her head. “I love you more than anything, sweetie!”

“Sweetie…”

Vy closed her eyes to the sight, already feeling a little awkward if not for the lingering fatigue still in her systems, and thus debated stepping out. It didn’t feel right to say anything with Lya already reassuring her hubby better with lots of hugs and kisses beyond her closed eyelids, so…

“Muu…?”

Her back and legs suddenly weren’t on the couch anymore. Vy slowly blinked, feeling mana carry her up into the air and barely hearing Robin’s surprised “whoa” along the way. Her half-full water bottle, whiteboard and assorted markers were floating up with her, highlighted by — by purple runes? It would certainly explain why the floating was very much gentle, but if runes were here—

The corner of her blurry vision past her glasses let her see a single glimpse of violet and green before toned, muscular arms wrapped themselves around the backs of her shoulders and the undersides of her knees, holding her in a princess carry. “I look away for five minutes,” said a familiar voice above her head, “and then I find you’re pushing yourself again, little sparrow. Past another magical door too.”

“All in… good intentions, Big Robin…!” Vy still didn’t stop her Robin from holding her close enough for their foreheads to touch, a weak giggle leaving her lips once the tip of his nose rubs hers. Mint tickled the insides of her nostrils as she said, “Didn’t use… any mana… and was… able to bake… magic peanut butter cookies…!” 

“Which, little one,” Skadi interrupted with a soft clapping of her hands to dispel her wand into a flash of light (just so that Lya and her hubby wouldn’t notice, maybe?), chuckling while plucking the floating bottle and whiteboard materials out of the air to keep close to her chest for safekeeping. The smile on her delicate features looked wry and exasperated to oddly match the fond sparkle in her red eyes as she went on with, “you could have done that after taking your daily nap. I may be the last goddess of my original world, but what is it with your luck in finding other worlds without fail?”

Vy glanced up at her Robin — Robin Hood, the May King, her Big Robin — and smiled once he gave her a raised eyebrow. “I just… do?”

Robin sighed and bumped his nose with hers again. “…You worry me too much.” 

“I’m… sorry.”

“Don’t apologize for that, little sparrow. Just wander off with me next time.”

A quiet Ahem is what breaks Vy out of the growing warmth and surrounding mana — out of seeing two of her Grailed come through the same door that brought her to Whitney — and turning her head reveals Lya, her Robin, and a faraway Whitney all staring at her with wide eyes. Of course Robin Hood and Scathach-Skadi would stare back.

No one said anything for a good second. The toddlers could’ve woken up, Alex could’ve walked in, and yet no one would speak. That was the kind of stare-off it was.

“…Well,” Lya’s Robin starts first after the sound of a singular water droplet falling echoes from the sink, glancing at Chaldea’s Robin before awkwardly scratching at some of the freckles dotting his nose. “If this green-clothed man is your Big Robin, Vy, I can see why you love him so much. He is tall and has hair that makes me think of Whit.”

“He’s supposed to look like me?” Whitney said in clear disbelief from his place standing a few feet away in the hallway, his crumpled T-shirt and wrinkled sweats making it look like he just helped Alex in putting the toddlers to bed for their daily nap. “He’s green and… glowing.” 

“Excuse me for glowing,” Robin Hood bit out past Vy’s head, and Vy did her best to raise a shaky hand to his chest to pat sympathetically. “Being magical makes me sparkly. Not like a vampire, thank god.” 

“And I’m the goddess, yet can recognize the Twilight joke. Those books were not the best in regards to late-night reading.” Skadi chuckles again, and Vy glances at her just in time to catch the softer look that brushes her features as she bows her head towards the farm denizens still standing in front of them. “Excuse us for the late introductions. My name is Skadi, and the man carrying Vy next to me is our Robin. We just came through the nearest door together to take Vy home.”

“So she does have a home,” Lya muttered, enough to make both Robins and Whitney stare at her. “Was the ‘magic’ in the peanut butter cookies real, then?”

“Who knows?” Robin shrugs, but Vy knows he’s relaxing once he bounces her a little in his arms, just to adjust his grip and let her rest her head against his shoulder. The No Face May King was soft in feel against her ear, enough to be a borderline pillow and nearly make her forget him saying, “Vy — our little sparrow, has a habit of making magic. Still gotta take her back to recharge, though. So thanks for holding onto her until we could show up.” 

Whitney scoffs under his breath, muttering something that Vy can’t hear, but she can see the brunette Robin lightly elbow him just past the No Face May King’s shadow as Chaldea���s Robin turns on his heel to face the door that started this little journey. Compared to its visage from her room, the magical entrance wasn’t glowing as much as before, the silver handle appearing muted to contrast the bright green grass outside and the glowing of the Grailed beside her. But—

Skadi barely gets a chance to say her name before Vy reaches out towards the nearest thing she could reach — that being Robin’s mantle collar, to tug at and eventually gesture back towards the farm denizens. “Let me…” she croaks, “say bye?”

Robin stares at her. Vy stares back. It’s not even that long, but she tries, and after a few seconds, Robin sighs, turning on his heel one more time. “Just this once,” she hears him murmur softly. Skadi opens the door behind him once he does, but it doesn’t matter.

Even with her blurring vision, Vy can still make out the primary colors of Lya’s pink hair, of her Robin’s green eyes, and Whitney’s black tattoos. And with the rest of her strength, Vy raises one shaky gloved hand to wave at them. 

“Bye bye… thankie for the conversations… Whitney… Robin… if the kids ask… I’ll be back… with more cookies for them… and Lya… and Alex…! Soon soon…!” 

Chaldea’s Robin scoffs softly above her head, but he still carefully walks her back into Novum Chaldea through the doorway Skadi kept open for them. And once the door closes behind them and darkness starts to overtake her vision in favor of sleep, Vy can do nothing but lean against her Robin and wonder if Lya’s Robin and Whitney ever waved back.

It was a nice dream to ponder about if they did.

#mastersona vy #robin the orphan #whitney the bully #lya the blossom #robin hood (fate) #scathach skadi #writing #short story #fate grand order #degrees of lewdity fanfic #no 18+ stuff here #just fluff #and vy trying to help a friend destress #even when vy is tired from own tears and some media paralleling rl #crossover #unedited #written over 2-3 days #idea sititng for a week #dol homestead au #long post #from one artist to another #just gonna keep trying

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Because sometimes, things have to be said. No matter how painful they might be. Even amongst families and knights.

Inspired by conversations the author had with her partner, and feelings that were never put into words, but still acted upon in the desperate desire to just help the people close by. Even if it hurt.

Content warning for mentioned triggers, rape, and emotional hurt. And minor spoilers for up to Lostbelt 6: Avalon Le Fae.

AO3 link here. OST playlist here, with all the new songs included.

#fanfiction update #passing days #writing #mash kyrielight #lancelot de luc (saber) #bedivere (saber) #mastersona vy #link #links #fate grand order #galahad (fate) #or exploring emotional consequences #when canon just keeps relegating it to side lines or gags #cosmos in the lostbelt

[writer-and-artist27]

Tumblr Story: Trying for the Right Reasons

Note (March 11, 2024): For @partialdignity and @lunarimpact — all to help ease your exhaustion from a long day. I love you both platonically very very much. 

Was listening to this for extra feels, if you two would like.

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“MAGIC PEANUT BUTTER COOKIES FROM ‘84! These are three ingredient cookies which means I have some serious doubts!” 

Despite the loud volume of the video playing out on the flat holographic screen hanging over her head, Vy looked remarkably determined in her ponytail and apron when looking up at it. “Just three, huh… maybe Rem and Sayo would like these since it doesn’t use up much.”

“Because a normal cookie contains butter, milk, salt, baking powder, flour — this recipe just says ‘no!’” 

Notepad in hand, Vy started scrawling notes onto what looked like an already crowded paper. “Sounds about right for three-ingredient cookies.”

“We start with one cup of peanut butter!”

“Peanut butter — 1 cup…”

Not even a few feet away, both Archer EMIYA and Saber Artoria exchanged weary looks. Thanks to Vy focusing on the video above her, she didn’t notice their growing concern from their places in the kitchen doorway. “…How long has she been playing that short, Archer?”

“Honestly, Saber, I might have lost count after the second or third time.” But Archer EMIYA doesn’t move from his spot, leaning against the side of the doorway with a face. “The fact she’s been laughing less with each repetition is the more worrying part.”

“A half cup of sugar plus one eggie!” 

“Sugar — one half cup, then add one egg…” Vy muttered, not even paying EMIYA or Artoria any attention.

“And that’s it!” The man on the screen lets out a disbelieving laugh once he reaches for a wooden spoon, mixing them all together with a louder, “This is not how you make cookies!” 

Yet to the Servants’ surprise, Vy immediately closed her notepad with a huff, stuffing it into one pocket of her apron before reaching back to tighten the hair tie keeping her ponytail together. “If it’s for friends, I’ll make it that way. So I’ll take your challenge on, Dylan Hollis. Melted tray of peanut butter or not.” 

It was when Vy started scurrying around the kitchen to start pulling out baking sheets with one hand and the largest jar of peanut butter she could lift with the other that EMIYA stepped forward. Artoria felt tempted to stop him, if only to hear him out on what he was exactly doing — but EMIYA beat her to the punch by saying loudly, “Be Vy.”

Vy paused mid-motion in taking out one of Chaldea’s containers of sugar, blinking owlishly past her lopsided glasses as she looked up at him. “...Shirou?” A half-embarrassed, half-shy smile formed on her face once she straightened her back, her previously energized movement slowed down to a quiet lull as she placed the container onto a nearby shelf. “What’s up?”

EMIYA crossed his arms. Artoria opened her mouth, but once again, he beat her to it. “As much as your efforts are commendable, do you have any idea if Rem and Sayo even like peanut butter?”

“Archer,” Artoria found herself hissing. 

Still, in spite of her protest, Vy didn’t move from her place in the middle of the kitchen, her hands free enough to grasp at the hems of her apron. “…Not really,” she said quietly, but the smile on her face didn't disappear. “But I remember how they both liked this YouTuber from before Chaldea. So that’s something.” 

EMIYA hadn’t uncrossed his arms in the time it took Vy to fidget in place. “…But you don’t know if they’ll take the cookies, Be.” The words are gruff to contrast the soft timber his voice took, a boyish kind of edge coming into his next sentence as he says, “They might not even thank you for it.”

Yet, to both EMIYA and Artoria’s shared surprise, a pout surfaced on Vy’s face, just as bright blue stars surfaced in her brown eyes past her glasses. “Who says I’m doing this to be ‘thanked’, Shirou? Baking cookies isn’t supposed to be for saving the world!” With a quiet muu, she turns her head away, going back to the laid out baking sheets to start cutting some cookie sheet paper from a nearby dispenser. The video was still playing out above her head, this time muted, but the bright grin on Dylan’s face seemed to match Vy’s energy as she said, “…I still don’t know if saving the world is even in the ballpark, anyway. But I’m still gonna try. And I can make three-ingredient cookies work to help cheer up some stressed friends. Peanut butter’s a safety, anyways...” Almost immediately, she pulls out a mixing bowl, measuring a good 2-3 cups of peanut butter with a spoon to dollop into the thing. “Besides. Baking cookies is the least Vy the human can do for the friends nearby instead of catering to the idea of being something like a ‘hero.’” 

Artoria glances at EMIYA again, and it’s for the briefest moment, just the smallest of microseconds, but—

“Kindness and friendship comes with cookies! Double servings, fork crosses and all!” Vy declared, completely oblivious to the moment behind her, but Artoria didn’t mind it. Because for once—

In just that sliver of time, in the moment it took for Vy to start mixing peanut butter and sugar, EMIYA looked more like the Shirou she remembered from Fuyuki with the lack of furrow in his brow and the warm, proud smile on his face. “…I’ll get the gift bags ready for you then, Be,” he said, a hint of pride in his tone emerging to match the rare look on his features. “Just don’t burn the cookies.”

“Considering these cookies apparently ‘cheated,’ Shirou,” Vy called out from over her shoulder while cracking 2-3 eggs at once into her mixing bowl, “baking is magic enough to prevent burning!” 

“Don’t let Boudica or Cat hear you say that, then. They might get ideas for the next dessert buffet.”

“Meh, like what?” 

“Don’t ask me.”

“You brought it up, Shirou! Who else am I supposed to ask?”

“You weren’t supposed to take it literally, Be…”

Artoria did her best to conceal her chuckle while taking a mental note to help EMIYA find some nice ribbons to tie the gift bags together. For Rem and Sayo, purple and blue looked nice in her mind. 

Their strategy conference room could afford a tray of magic peanut butter cookies sitting in bags to cool outside the door.

#writing #short story #unedited #mastersona vy #artoria pendragon (saber) #archer emiya #master oc: rem #master oc: sayo #or vy got worried and decided to write #rem and sayo are only mentioned bc energy #but i tried #passing days #extra day thingie #friend things #i hope you two like #i love you both lots