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[Let's Throw a Dance Party] - Chloe SSR Card Story Translation

Ft. Rustica & Akira

An Exchange of Memories - Chapter One

[Nectaris Arts District]

Akira: What a lovely song… It sounds like there’s a performance happening nearby.

Chloe: Seems like it! It sounds just like this city: trendy and elegant, but like you're on a vacation!

Today, Chloe, Rustica, and I were in the Nectaris Arts District. Wanting to have a little fun, we’d set out to explore the city.

Chloe: What do you think, Rustica? …Rustica?

Akira: H- he’s gone. How could he have disappeared so quickly? We were just together…

Akira & Chloe: Wait a minute!

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Chloe: Rusticaaaa, you scared me! I should’ve known you’d take off and join the performers.

Rustica: It was such a beautiful tune that I simply had to sing along.

Chloe: Well, I guess this isn’t the first time you’ve done something like that.

Chloe: Ahh, it makes me nostalgic for old times.

Akira: Your traveling days, right…? Could you share a story or two?

Chloe: I’d love to! Every day was absolutely insane, but it was definitely an amazing journey. For example, there was one time we were robbed and lost everything!

Akira: T- that’s certainly more intense than I’d imagined… What happened next? Were you guys okay?

Chloe: Oh for sure! You know how Rustica is. He turned to the streets and started singing for tips like the performance just now.

Chloe: Then, for food, we helped out a shop in exchange for a meal…

Rustica: And finally, a kindly gentlemen we met that day invited us to stay at his home for the night.

Chloe: So true!

Akira: Ahaha, even though you’re talking about some difficult times, the way you two tell the story makes it sound like a grand vacation.

Passerby: Excuse me for interrupting your conversation, but could I ask for some directions…? Where is the nearest carriage stop from here?

Chloe: Carriage stop? If you keep going straight down this road… Umm, it’s kinda hard to describe.

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Passerby: Thank you so much for your kind assistance!

Passerby: I don’t have much, but please, accept this as payment for your services.

Chloe: What? Y- You don’t have to…

Chloe: Ah… They’re already gone.

Akira: What did you receive?

Rustica: They appear to be cuff links. The craftsmanship is characteristic of this region, so they’d make for a fine souvenir.

Akira: I think they’re perfect for a tailor like you too. Isn’t this great, Chloe?

Chloe: I wasn’t the only one helping though. You guys were giving directions too, so we all deserve something.

Chloe: Oh, I have an idea! Why don’t we take these guys on a little adventure and make some memories while we’re at it?

An Exchange of Memories - Chapter Two

Akira: What do you mean by adventure?

Chloe: Rustica and I used to do this alot, but basically, you’re supposed to find someone who wants the thing you have and exchange it for something else…

Chloe: Then, you exchange that item and keep repeating the process to see what you’ll end up with.

Akira: Oh? That sounds like it’d make a great memory!

Chloe: Last time, we ended up with a bottle of wine in our hands. It was a high-quality vintage too, so I was super surprised!

Rustica: That was certainly a wonderful time. Shall we try it out with these cuff links then?

Chloe: Sure! Oh, unless the two of you don’t want to. In that case, we can do something else…

Rustica & Akira: We’d be delighted to!

Chloe: Hooray! Let’s hurry up and find someone then. I wonder who’d be willing to make a trade?

Akira: We’re looking for someone who might like these cuff links, right?

Chloe: Yep, so how about…

Scanning the area, Chloe spotted a man standing by himself and nervously approached him.

Chloe: G- Good afternoon. Um… we’re currently trying to find someone to exchange keepsakes with.

Chloe: Is there anything you’d like to trade us for these cuff links, Sir?

Man: Oh? What an intriguing proposal! However… While these seem like a fine pair of items, they’re a bit on the flashy side, aren’t they?

Chloe: The cuffs alone might look a little flashy, but if you wore them with a monotone outfit, they��d make for a great accent!

Chloe: Besides, from the moment I saw you, I thought a bright color would go perfectly with your features!

Man: N- now you have me all self-conscious… Very well then, I’ll accept your offer of the cuff links. In exchange, please take some of these fruits.

Chloe & Rustica & Akira: Thank you!

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Woman: Oh my, those fruits look absolutely delicious. Why don’t I take them off your hands in exchange for this fan?

♡♥♡

Man: What a gorgeous fan! It’d make a marvelous present for my wife, so please, take my ring as a trade.

♡♥♡

Akira: Westerners are really into this exchange thing! Hardly anyone has turned us away.

Chloe: That’s ‘cause makin’ all these trades is exciting!

Rustica: I wonder what we’ll come across next.

And so, we spent the entire day swapping items until the sun began to set on the horizon—

Woman: In that case, I’ll trade you this. It’s a rather amusing little item.

Akira: Huh? What are these…?

An Exchange of Memories - Chapter Three

Rustica: These are… Animal mints, I believe. They’re made from a curious plant that, when ingested, will transform your speech into animal sounds.

Chloe: Ahaha, what? That sounds like fun!

Akira: This is exactly what I’d expect from the West… It seems we’ve received a strange, novelty item.

Chloe: With this kind of thing, I’m sure it’ll be easy to find someone to swap with!

Chloe: Oh, hey! Let’s ask the souvenir shop owner over there!

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Souvenir Shop Owner: Animal mints, ya say? They’re quite curious, so I can’t say I don’t want ‘em…

Souvenir Shop Owner: However, I’m a little more intrigued by that thing you’re wearin’ on your chest. With such delicate craftsmanship, it must be pretty valuable, no?

Saying this, the shop owner pointed at Rustica’s brooch.

Souvenir Shop Owner: If ya give me that, I’d be fine with lettin’ ya have the pick of anythin’ from my store.

Akira: Anything!?

Chloe: What!? Isn’t that too much!?

Rustica: …

Rustica: I’m quite pleased you’ve noticed the splendor of my brooch. …However, I regret to inform you that I won’t be giving this away.

Souvenir Shop Owner: Ah?

Rustica: This brooch was lovingly crafted by someone most dear to me. As a result, it’s an incredibly precious item.

Chloe: Rustica…

Rustica: Because it was specially designed for my outfit… This brooch harbors within each detail all the time and care that was dedicated to it.

Rustica: Knowing how much love you've poured into it makes me quite happy. Thus, I can confidently say, there is nothing in this world that could possibly replace this brooch.

Chloe: You really treasure… something I made… that much?

Souvenir Shop Owner: Ah… Well said, Sir! You’ve got me fair and square, so I’ll accept your animal mints!

Chloe: Huh? Y- you will?

Souvenir Shop Owner: Yessir. It’d hardly be right for me to turn ya away’ after hearin’ a heart-felt speech like that! Now, take this. It’s a Western country specialty: rougeberry wine!

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Akira: That shopkeeper was a great person.

Chloe: I totally agree, though it feels like everyone we met today was great!

Chloe: Oh, by the way! Thanks Rustica, for everything you said about my brooch.

Chloe: Hearing just how much you value my creations makes me really happy.

Rustica: I was simply speaking the truth, but I’m glad that it made you happy.

Rustica: And besides, just look at our lucky coincidence! It seems we’ve gotten our hands on some specialty wine once again.

Akira: This must bring back memories for you two.

Chloe: Ehehe, I guess so. Hey, let’s hurry and bring this wine back to Shylock’s bar as a souvenir of today’s adventures.

Chloe: We can sing and dance the night away, making fun, new memories together!

No Matter Where We Are - Card Episode

Akira: Chloe. Thanks for telling me about your travels the other day.

Chloe: No problem! I’m glad you enjoyed hearing about them.

Akira: If you were to travel with Rustica again, is there anywhere you’d like to go?

Chloe: Good question. There are a lot of fun places in the West, but the other countries have their charms too.

Chloe: For example, when we were in the South for a mission, I was super happy to see how kind and trusting the people are!

Akira: Wizards and humans get along really well in the South, don’t they?

Chloe: It was crazy how they didn’t show even a bit of fear or disgust.

Chloe: Back in the West, if people found out we were wizards, they’d sometimes deny us accommodations for the night.

Akira: Wasn’t that troublesome?

Chloe: No, actually! Despite appearances, Rustica is actually great at braving the outdoors.

Chloe: There were times where we would spend the whole night whirling around in a bathtub while gazing at the stars or holding a tea party in the sky.

Akira: Whoa, those sound like wonderful ways to spend the night!

Chloe: Right? A lot of things might’ve happened, but having Rustica by my side was the best part of the journey.

Chloe: If we’re together, it wouldn’t matter where we are or what country we’re in. I’m sure we’ll have an incredible time.

Home Screen Voice Line

“...Snzz… zzz… Rustica… Don’t wander off, or you’ll get lost. Oh… Master Sage… Hello… Huh? O- Oh! Excuse me! I must’ve dozed off! Ooh, I hope I didn’t say anything weird…"

#mhyktl #mahoyaku #mahoutsukai no yakusoku #chloe collins #rustica #nishishitei #so true

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multifandom413 · 2 years

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I was going to draw pictures for this, but as I was drawing something else to get some practice for the style, it seemed like it was taking too long... So I just want to post it

A tiny fic based on some of my incoherent thoughts for mcytstuck, basically establishing an early scene because I feel like I don’t have enough info to tackle the ideas I have for dsmpstuck eggpire yet

Your name is Badboy Haylow, but most of your friends know you by your online handle, gamingSaint. It just so happens that today, the 10th of May, you are going to go visit some of the aforementioned friends. A certain muffinhead you know has been fiddling with an area of land, fitted it up for some sort of game.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little excited. This is going to be your first time visiting the Troll Kingdom, despite being a troll yourself. You’ve spent most of your life in Carapace Kingdom, with most of your interactions with other trolls being exclusively over the internet.

You think you see a building off in the distance. That must be the community house!

==> Make a mad dash to the house

You run as fast as your legs will carry you. You dart through the trees, trailing across the waters’ edge.

You only start skidding to a halt when a small person in a bright green hood lifts an axe to you.

reservedDream: Yeah, hey, no offense, but this is private property :) gamingSaint: um…. yeah? RD: Yeah so… I need you to leave? :) GS: but… dream invited me here o_o RD: Haha, nice try buddy. I AM dream. I’m not expecting any more trolls :) GS: what RD: You heard me :) RD: Honestly today isn’t a great day for nonsense like this, I have a friend who’s supposed to show up any minute now :) GS: YEAH! ME! I’M THE FRIEND!

You start panicking as he raises the axe. You wave one hand in front of you, but the other instinctively reaches for the THROWING KNIVES in your STRIFE SPECIBUS.

GS: DREAM I’M SERIOUS, IT’S ME, BAD, I’M GAMINGSAINT, WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WEREN’T EXPECTING A TROLL GS: IF YOU DIDN’T WANT ME TO COME, WHY DID YOU INVITE ME?! O_o

The raised axe pauses.

RD: Hold on a sec :)

He pulls out his PALMHUSK. Moments later, your phone starts playing the Discord call chime. You pull it out to see reservedDream’s icon and an answer/hang up option.

==> Hang up

No. Absolutely not, what would that help here? You answer, looking back at the other troll with a deflated expression.

GS: IT'S ME!!! it’s literally me, do you believe me now? ): RD: …. :) RD: Why are you a troll :) GS: …. GS: i. uh. ….. RD: No I mean, it’s just :) RD: You’re from the Carapace Kingdom, right? I was kinda expecting a little chess piece dude. RD: RD: :) GS: well i’m sorry i wasn’t what you were expecting! :/ RD: No, no its- Sorry, you’re right, it’s fine :) RD: I guess I shouldn’t have assumed. It’s just been a bit of a nightmare keeping other people out of this place :) RD: But I’m glad you’re here! C’mon, lemme show you around :)

More miscellaneous ramblings:

Me at work thinking about this: ahaha and dream would have a little :) for his quirk, genius

Me looking at my reblogs: wait someone else did that already

*slow panic over "so wait did I subconsciously steal that or is it just a really obvious quirk like literally what other quirk would he have"*

Also my thoughts for bbh's quirk are just be "he talks all calm and normal most of the time BUT SOMETIMES HE GETS REALLY AGGRESSIVE" and there is no in-between but idk how well that really translates into an actual quirk. Also his little O_o things he does all the time but again... can I even call that part of a quirk...

Also a bit of a spoiler maybe I guess unless you've seen my other rambling post about it (I think I wrote about it in there?) but like just:

Dream, a chess piece dude who lives in Troll Kingdom and pretends to be a troll: WHY IS HE A TROLL. WHY IS EVERYONE A TROLL. DO THE CARAPACE PEOPLE EVEN REALLY EXIST. WHAT THE FUCK. (his disappointment is immeasurable)

#mcytstuck #dsmpstuck #badboyhalo #dreamwastaken #does this count as rpf #i don't even know #og post

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solartranslations · 2 years

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AF2 Pace Chapter 1 (12/4): The Girl and the Fir Tree

The island residents rely on the Family to help them with everything. And the Serie they ask first is…

~*Scene: Entrance Hall*~

Patrick: Hey, Pino. Where was this getting delivered to?

Pino: Hold on. I’ll check

Claudio: What’s in this and why is it so heavy!? …Igor, get over here and help me

Igor: Huh! I’ve got my hands full over here…

Patrick: Hey, how can you say that when you’re stealing a snack?

Pino: No fair!

Claudio: You don’t get to slack off!

Felicita: What are you doing?

Igor: Ah! Ojou!

Felicita: You guys shouldn’t fight

Claudio: …We weren’t fighting exactly

Pino: It’s just so busy that we got a little frustrated. We’re fine now

Felicita: Busy? With what?

Pino: We’re sorting through some deliveries for Natale

Claudio: Why do we always get these kind of jobs?

Patrick: The other Serie are even busier. Just about everything gets offloaded onto us…ugh

Claudio: But it won’t get done without us!

Pino: And it’s so nice seeing how happy people are to get their packages!

Patrick: I feel better just seeing Ojou! Okay! Let’s keep going!!

Felicita: Want me to help?

Claudio: Ah, we couldn’t ask you to do heavy lifting like this. But maybe…

Pino: Maybe you could help with this?

Felicita: ?

~*Fade*~

(*reach) Felicita: Is this right?

Pino: Yes! Ojou, you’re a natural

Igor: Ojou, you’re amazing! Better than I could have done

Claudio: We really aren’t built for detailed work like this

Pino: Everyone else in the Clubs is like this, so I would have a hard time making them all myself

Patrick: We’re so glad you’re here, Ojou!

Felicita: But, what are these star ornaments for?

Pino: They’re…

Claudio: You’ll see soon enough

Igor: Once the boss gets back that is

Felicita: Pace knows about this?

Patrick: Oh! Looks like he’s back

Pace: I’m back! And I brought the tree!!

Felicita: That’s one big tree! Did you carry it here yourself?

Pace: Isn’t it great? And I sure did

Felicita: So…what’s it for?

Pace: Ehehe…this is a favor I’m doing for Alberto

Felicita: Alberto!?

Pace: He wanted a tree decorated for Natale. We’re bringing it to the lord’s mansion once it’s done

Pace: He said that everyone in town would love seeing a tree like this. It’s not something you see every day, right?

Pino: It’s really exciting!

Igor: I’m sure the kids will love it!

Claudio: Even adults would too

Pino: It’s a foreign custom, so we wouldn’t have known unless we were taught by someone

(*serious) Pace: Anyway! We’re going to be making the decorations as instructed!

Igor: Yeah!

Pino: They’re already done just as, exactly as asked

Pace: Oh, good job! Guess I’ll put this tree down for now

(*stagger) Pace: And down we…goooooo!?

Igor: Boss, look out!

Claudio: The tree’s going to fall!

Pace: No it’s not! Hah!

(*boing)

Pace: Huh…? What did I just step on?

Patrick: Ahh!! Those were the decorations Ojou…

Pace: Huuuh!? Ojou made these star ornaments for us?

Igor: They were so nice, and now they’re ruined…

(*rumble) Felicita: Pace…

Pace: I’m sorry! I didn’t meant to!

Felicita: Hah!!

(*kick) Pace: Gyaha!!

(*collapse) Claudio: Uwah! Seriously!

Pino: He just broke all the other ornaments!!

Igor: We’re already so busy and now we have to start all over!? How could you, boss!

Pino: Ugh! Boss, you’re just in the way so go somewhere else!

~*Scene: Ristorante*~

Pace: Well, I do feel bad about messing up their work

Pace: But I am glad. Now I get to have lunch with you

Felicita: Is this really okay?

Pace: What are you getting?

Pace: Usually we get what I want, but what are you feeling today?

>Pizza, maybe

(No Amore)

>I want lasagna

(+30 Amore)

>I’ll have what you’re having

(+10 Amore)

Pace: Mhm, not bad!

Pace: If you’re getting pizza, and I’m getting lasagna, we should feed each other!

Felicita: Then I’d end up having lasagna anyway

Pace: Huh? Oh, right

Felicita: I’ll just get lasagna then

Pace: Ahaha. Same as me then

Pace: I knew it! I wanted lasagna too

Pace: We really do think alike

Felicita: I might never have realized how good lasagna was if it wasn’t for you

Pace: I’m glad to hear it

Pace: Huh? Are you sure? You know I’m getting…

Felicita: Lasagna, right?

Pace: Of course!

Pace: But, are you sure you’re not forcing yourself…?

Felicita: No. I really do feel like lasagna

Pace: I’m glad then

Pace: Ah, there it is! Our lasagna!

Pace: Okay, let’s eat!!

Pace: Huh?

Felicita: Now what?

Pace: It’s really sour. Did they get a new cook?

Felicita: Mine tastes fine…do you want to ask for another one?

Pace: No, that’d be a waste! I’ll still eat it

Pace: Thanks for the food!

Felicita: You ate less than usual. Was that enough?

Pace: Yeah. Since it tasted weird today

Pace: I’ll eat my fill if you make me something later

Felicita: Uhuh…

Pace: So, can you make something to my taste?

Felicita: *smile*

~*Scene: Fiore Street*~

Pace: Now for some snacks. Thoughts, Ojou? Hm?

Felicita: Pace, that girl…she looks lost

Clarissa: Um? I think it should be down this street…

Pace: You’re right. She’s going around in circles

Felicita: She’s quite young to be alone…maybe she got separated from her family?

Felicita: She needs help, so we should go!

Felicita: *dash*

Pace: Yup. That’s our Ojou~

Felicita: What are you looking for?

Clarissa: Ah…um…

Pace: Did we surprise you?

(*serious) Pace: It’s alright. We’re from an organization that protects this island with our special powers!

Clarissa: …

Felicita: Pace, that’s scaring her

Pace: Ah? Really?

Felicita: It looked like you needed help, so if there’s anything we can do

Clarissa: Ah…um…I’m not sure which way to go

Pace: Sounds like you got lost

Felicita: Where are you trying to go?

Clarissa: …The lord’s mansion

Pace: Huh!? That’s where you’re going!?

(*smile) Felicita: Is that where your parents were going?

Clarissa: No. I’m going to meet the lord on my own

Pace: On your own!?

Felicita: Can you tell us why?

Clarissa: ……

Felicita: Ah, I guess it’s not something you can talk about with people you just met

Felicita: I’m Felicita. What’s your name?

Clarissa: …Clarissa

Felicita: Okay, Clarissa. Nice to meet you

Felicita: We might be able to help you, so can you tell us why you want to go to the lord’s mansion?

~*Fade*~

Pace: Hm. Okay, let’s see if I got this right

Pace: Clarissa’s family used to be nobility

Felicita: But her father passed due to an illness…

Pace: So the family fell into ruin, but Clarissa wants to restore it even though she’s still young

Clarissa: Yeah. I’ve been studying a lot

Pace: And you think it would help to hear what our lord has to say since he’s in a position of power. Which is why you came to look for him

Clarissa: And I heard that some foreign customs had been adopted for Natale this year

Felicita: Oh, you mean the tree? The one that has a lot of decorations on it?

Clarissa: Yeah, I’ve never seen one before!

Clarissa: I wanted to know how someone knowledgeable like that thinks

Felicita: That’s impressive for your age

Pace: You’re still young, so you should have to think about that yet

Pace: What about what you want as a Natale present?

Clarissa: Some law books, if I could choose

Pace: Huh! I’d prefer some snacks, personally

Pace: Well, I can see that you really are a studious person

Pace: But you shouldn’t push yourself too hard

Pace: You need to relax sometimes~

Felicita: ……

Pace: Why are you so quiet, Ojou?

Felicita: (I want to help Clarissa somehow, since she’s working so hard…)

Felicita: Pace, could you…

>Tell me how I can help her?

(+10 Amore)

>Go buy some law books?

(No Amore)

>Show her the way to lord’s mansion?

(+20 Amore)

Pace: What you can do, is help put Clarissa at ease

Felicita: I need to do more than that

Pace: Why aren’t you asking me to help then?

Felicita: Huh, I can?

Pace: Of course! For example…

Pace: Huh!? You want me to!? Sure, but

Clarissa: We just met so I can’t ask you to buy me anything…

Pace: Yeah. Oh, then how about this?

Felicita: I know you might still have complicated feelings, but…

Pace: I wouldn’t have accepted Alberto’s request if I did, so it’s fine!

Pace: I know the way, so I can take us there

Felicita: Okay, good

Pace: I was planning on taking her anyway, but on top of that

Pace: How about I take us to the lord’s mansion, and set up an audience with the lord?

Felicita: Yeah, good idea

Clarissa: You can really do that?

Pace: Yup. I am the lord’s son after all

Clarissa: Huh!! Then yes, thank you!

Pace: Okay! Leave it to me!

~*Scene: Lord’s Mansion*~

Alberto: Pace…I didn’t think you’d be the one paying a visit

Alberto: I assumed it was to deliver the tree, but it seems that’s not the case?

Pace: We’re making progress on the tree

Pace: I’m actually here to ask you for a favor

~*Fade*~

Alberto: I understand. I’ll make arrangements so she can have an audience with our father

Pace: Thanks

Alberto: You’re leaving already? We could talk to him together

Pace: No, it’s okay. As long as you can do this for Clarissa, that’s all I need

Alberto: …I guess I got my hopes up…that you wanted to come home

Pace: I course I won’t

Alberto: I…see…

Pace: I’ll be back to drop off the tree when it’s done. See you, Alberto

~*Scene: Fiore Street*~

Pace: Okay, now we get to go home!

Pace: But it sure feels good knowing that we were able to help someone

Felicita: Yeah. And now I feel like trying harder too

Pace: ?

Felicita: Well, wasn’t Clarissa amazing?

Felicita: She’s still so young, but she’s already thinking about the future and working so hard

Felicita: I’ve got to study some more too!

Pace: Wow, you sure are motivated, Ojou!

Pace: Studying, huh. Alberto must also…

Felicita: Hm?

Pace: Oh. I was just thinking that Alberto must study a lot too

Pace: He’s in line to be the next lord, so there must be a ton of things he has to learn

Felicita: Yeah, he has to learn all about foreign countries

Pace: I was supposed to be like that too…but…I chose to leave and join the Family

Pace: To him, it must look like I ran away

Felicita: You didn’t run away…

Pace: I guess I should think more about my future too!

Pace: For my sake, and so I can stand by you, Ojou

Felicita: Yeah. We’ll think about it together

~*End of Scene*~

(Continue to Common Event December 6)

(Back to Directory)

#pace #arcana famiglia #arcana famiglia 2 #chapter 1 #solar translations #psp game #translation #releases #things you learned from this game #italy didn't adopt christmas trees until recently #huh

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forest-hashira · 21 days

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Fanfic asks!! A, H, J, N, O and Y!

HI PEACHIE! sorry for the delayed response i fell back asleep lmao

A: How did you come up with the title to [insert fic]?

titles are my arch nemesis actually, i hate coming up with them, i feel like i'm really not good at it. my transfem gojo ones are easy bc they're named after the focal thing/experience, and i got lucky with a song title also working for Noble Blood, but beyond that..... idk titles are always the last thing i come up with and half the time i'm only halfway satisfied with them whoops

H: How would you describe your style?

hmm... i guess maybe flowery and kind of poetic? lyrical doesn't quite feel like the right term but maybe it is, idk. i think i can be kind of verbose, but not in an obnoxious or purple prose-y way. i guess also... cozy is a good word? even my more intense/less fluffy stuff feels almost like a hug when i reread it.

J: Write or describe an alternative ending to [insert fic].

alternate ending for Noble Blood: reader has their first flight with takara and everything is fine nothing bad ever happens the end 😌

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

YES. i started/kinda plotted out a super ambitious avatar: the last airbender fic that started with an alternate ending to season 2. actually writing it would be an insane amount of work, so i would love for someone else to write it so i can read it... but at the same time i know i wouldn't be happy with it unless the whole thing happened exactly the way i imagined so unless i could transfer all of my thoughts about it into someone else's brain for them to write it i would just wind up wishing i had written it myself. sigh.

O: How do you begin a story–with the plot, or the characters?

considering most of the time my fics are just Vibes until i get hit with plot like a train, i almost always start with characters and let the plot find us when it's ready lol

Y: A character you want to protect.

Kyojuro Rengoku (& Senjuro who am i kidding). there's a reason i wrote 111.3k words of fix it fic for mugen train last year (& still have more to write AHAHA).

send me fanfic asks!

#asks answered #precious peach #fallon's friends #thank u for going all out and asking me so many!!! these are fun teehee

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votestaynight2 · 11 months

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11th Day - WitchCraft (Scene 3)

Alright! So yesterday, we saw Tohsaka be a FUCKING GIGACHAD. Today, Shirou deals with a problem.

"――――I refuse. I won't cooperate with you." I say so to the magus without looking away.

"What…!?" Three people gasp. Nobody here expected me to reply like that.

"A-Are you mad――――? Do you understand the position you are in?" "Yeah, I get your point. I think you're saying the right thing."

If battles can be avoided, they should be avoided. And if the Holy Grail can be shared, it should be shared. ――――But.

"But I won't help out a witch that's attacking people indiscriminately. You're right, but the method is wrong. …And one more thing. I wasn't forced to be a magus. I succeeded my father out of my own will. ―――You have no right to say anything about it."

"―――I see. Then I do not want you. You can die here." Caster's voice fills with intent to kill.

"You――――" At the same time, Saber gets ready to attack. And… "Don't move, Saber―――!" …I stop her with all my might.

"…Please. Don't move, Saber. You too, Tohsaka. We can't move right now." She'll be killed if any one of us moves. I'll lose the person that was with me until now, a person that is like an older sister to me. I can't allow that.

"…But Shirou." "…You idiot. Then why did you refuse?" But the two stop. "……" I take a step towards Caster as if to hide them.

"Oh, I thought you might be clueless, but I guess you do know the position you are in." Caster smiles once again. …Her arm. Her left arm that was carrying Fuji-Nee points slowly at me.

"…! How unfair, are you going to kill Shirou when he is not resisting!?" "Of course not. I will not take his life. I am just going to take his rights as a Master. It seems you only have one more, but give me that Command Spell. You won't come to my side, but you want to save this woman. You should have been prepared for this when you said that."

"――――――!" Saber gasps. "………" I apologize to Saber in my mind and take another step towards Caster.

"―――All right. But how can I hand you the Command Spell? I don't know of a way to give it to someone." "Shirou…! No, even if you do that, it…"

"Let's see. I can transplant it if there is no intrusion, but I don't think I can wish for that here. Transplanting it would be impossible unless we go to a better place. So…"

――――Cut that arm off here.

"――――――――" The black witch says so with a smile.

"―――That is it. Shirou, please give up on Taiga. I cannot let Caster do as she wishes…!" "I feel the same way. First of all, she's not one to release a hostage. She'll use you until the very end if you obey her."

"――――――――" The two have a point. So I can only apologize to them in my head.

"――――Take it. This is good, right?" I raise my left arm. Caster should be able to cut off my left arm along with the Command Spell with one word.

"―――No, Shirou…!" "What's wrong with you…!? There's no need to go that far to save someone else!" "There is. If I can save Fuji-Nee at the cost of just one arm, I don't even need to think about it." I point my left arm at Caster.

"…All right. Come here, Emiya Shirou. I don't know what you're intending, but my finger is faster than any of your surprise attacks." Caster still must not trust me, as she puts some distance between us.

"………" I walk to her. …Caster's right in front of me, and the other two are far away from me. I walk to the place where I won't be able to get away and hold out my arm.

"Ha――――――――" The black witch watches me in astonishment.

"Haha. Ahaha, ahahahahahaha……!! I'm surprised. You really are a good person! Fine, I shall give you back this woman in deference to your good faith!" Her robe flutters. Caster keeps a hold of Fuji-Nee with her left hand and takes out a strange dagger with her right.

"This is amazing. I didn't need to go through so much trouble if it was going to be like this! You really are a stupid boy. You are annoying, so a softhearted person like you should die…!" She swings her dagger. It goes not for my arm, but my heart, and――――

"Caster――――!" She explodes. Saber charges in with such speed that I thought she exploded.

"――――!?" The speed must have been faster than Caster expected, as her dagger is repelled. Caster retreats and Saber follows her. She must have figured out that she can't get away.

"I see, then――――" Smiling happily, Caster puts power into her right hand and―――

"―――No, stop, Saber…!!!!" I pray from the bottom of my heart and reach out with my left arm.

"Wha――――you used your Command Spell――――?" Saber stops. Her movements are stopped by the absolute obedience enforced by the Command Spell.

There,[r] the dagger is stabbed as easily as making footprints in snow.

"Wha――――" It feels like time has stopped. Saber is looking down at her chest in blank amazement.

"Caster, you…" "Yes, this is my Noble Phantasm, Saber. It has no attack power and is only a key used for rituals. But―――this is a blade of betrayal that overturns any contract. You are like me now. Betray your master and entrust your sword to me."

"――――!?" Red light erupts. Magical energy flows out like tumbling water. It spreads through Saber's body, destroys every rule controlling her, and―――― The connection between Saber and me is completely cut.

"Haa, ah――――!" Saber crumples onto the floor. …There is a mark like a bruise on her forehead.

I see three marks appearing on Caster. The Command Spell to control the Servants… What used to be on me, the proof of being Saber's Master, is on her arm now――――

"Wha――――" "Are you surprised? This is my Noble Phantasm, 'Rule Breaker'. It is a sword of betrayal and negation which nullifies any magic in this world."

"Ah――――――――kuh." Saber is moaning on the floor… …As if fighting against a poison that entered her.

"You――――a Servant is taking a Servant――――?"

"Yes, I made her into my familiar. Now, everything is as planned. Emiya Shirou isn't a Master anymore, and Saber is mine. There is nothing to fear now that I have her. It does not matter even if Berserker attacks me. I shall go attack them this time…!" Caster laughs and picks up Fuji-Nee.

"Here, I'll give her back to you. She's important to you, right? Then you have to do your best so she won't die." Fuji-Nee's body floats up. She goes through the air as if being pulled by an invisible arm.

"Fuji-Nee…!" I catch her at once.

"Fuji-Nee…! Are you all right, Fuji-Nee…!?" There's no reply. But her body is warm. Fuji-Nee is unconscious, but she's still breathing and is unwounded.

"――――――――" I sigh with relief. "Are you happy now? I shall spare the woman since I promised you. And… Yes, I shall let you go as well. Your previous action was so wonderful that it made me angry. But――――"

"…I see. Well, I knew it was going to be like this." "Yes, the fun's over, little lady. Saber, kill Archer's Master. If he gets in the way, you can kill your previous Master as well."

"Guh… Ridiculous, who would obey you…!?" Saber glares at Caster while on her knees.

"No, you obey me, Saber. You are mine now. You cannot disobey me as long as I have the Command Spell."

"Ah――――, guh――――!" Saber's voice fills up with pain. …But on the other hand… Saber's body slowly gets up against her will.

"Ah――――ha, ah――――!" Saber's body moves. She charges at Tohsaka with the same speed as before, and―――― She thrusts her sword.

"Ah… kuh――――……!" I feel a dull pain on my shoulder. I feel the steel stabbed into my shoulder. The sword that should be invisible is outlined in my blood.

"You idiot, why――――?" I hear Tohsaka's voice from behind me. …But I can't do anything, no matter what she says. It's just that my body moved on its own, and most of all―――I didn't want to see Saber attack Tohsaka. I didn't want to see it, so I just placed myself in between them――――

"Guh――――!" My body twitches. Saber's sword hasn't stopped yet. It rips into my flesh and grates against my collarbone. The sword will eventually cut the arteries in my neck and kill me.

"Ha, ah――――!!!!!" That's… not good. I'm still holding onto Fuji-Nee. And Tohsaka is behind me as well――――!

"…That's too bad. How wasteful. I was interested in him, but…" Far away… Caster is… saying something.

"Follow the Command Spell, Saber. Just slash them both." A cold-hearted order. With sounds as if opposing it… Saber's arm shakes and stops.

"――――! No way, Saber's magic resistance even opposes the binding of the Command Spell…!?" Caster is astonished. Saber looks down, bites her lips, and desperately pulls back her sword.

"―――n."

She moans in despair. Drip. Saber hangs her head and cries.

"―――Run, Shirou…!!!!" Saber pleads with so much effort that she might cough up blood.

"Come on, Shirou…!" "Oh――――hold on, Tohsaka――――" I run, my arm pulled by Tohsaka.

…The wound on my shoulder is so hot that my mind's not working. But I have Fuji-Nee in my arms and I have accepted that running away is the only option. …No. I have no choice but to accept it.

"Sa… ber…" …What a contradiction. She threw away her pride as a swordsman and told me to run away. To honor her wish is the greatest help I can provide for her.

…But on the other hand. Ignoring her tears and running away means losing her――――

…My breath is ragged. I don't know where we ran, but the familiar Western-style mansion is before me.

"This way, Shirou…! Are you conscious? Can you walk?"

…I run, being pulled by someone. My body is strangely light. I must have gotten lighter after losing the things within me, or I just feel nothing. The only weight I feel is the body of Fuji-Nee in my arms.

I can't see well. I'm not sure where I'm walking nor what I'm doing.

"You can lay Fujimura-Sensei there. …Hey, are you listening to me, Shirou!? It's safe here, so let go of her…!"

Someone takes away the person in my arms. ――――The important weight disappears. At the same time, my body becomes heavy. The light body turns into iron, and I fall, unable to keep myself up.

"…! Hurry, Archer! I'll treat him, so take him to my room…!"

I hear someone's voice. My body is heavy and hot. …I imagine turning red. Does it get this hot when you put steel in fire to make a sword? The heat gradually goes away as time passes.

"[line12]" A room I don't know. I stare at the ceiling with a boiling head. …That's the only thing I can do. It seems I'm lying on a bed.

"I can't heal this wound. You can't fight with this wound, but―――you're not a Master anymore, so there's no reason for you to fight anyway."

…A calm voice, unlike before. The person that brought me here to treat my wound… "―――This is it. You don't have to fight anymore, Shirou." …Says those words.

"――――――――" I try to say something and my vision turns black. My eyelids fall. Anesthesia causes my body to fall asleep. I feel someone leaving and hear the sound of the door closing. "――――――――" My consciousness turns off at that moment.

Interlude 11-1

The sun sets. The sun, which wasn't even visible, sets and the dark sky gets even darker.

"―――I see. So Saber got taken away." That's the only response Archer gave. His master, Tohsaka Rin, simply stated the facts, but he states it even more matter-of-factly.

"…That's all? There are two Servants under Caster now. Don't you have anything else to say?" "I cannot think of a way to beat her at the moment. But we should consider it fortunate that we know her Noble Phantasm now. ―――Break the contract between the Servant and the Master, huh? We should be able to do better if we know that ahead of time." "That is true. …But you sure sound uninterested, Archer. Weren't you supporting Saber?"

"―――I don't think I ever showed interest in her. What makes you think so, Rin?" "Let's see. Would woman's intuition be a good enough reason?" "No. You are not of an age to be called a woman. First of all, you do not have enough charm. You lack elegance as well. And most of all―――yes, this is fatal… your charm is hard to understand."

"――――Heh. I see. You're finally back to par now." She smiles pleasantly. Archer has to be like this. An unemotional person isn't the partner Rin trusts. Her partner has to always be composed and has to speak cynically against anyone.

Rin knows that is the kindness of this knight. Speaking cynically is like indirectly telling others to fix that part of them.

"I see. Then here's the first proof. You went easy on Saber the first time you met her. Even though Saber may be strong, I don't think you, the one good at defending, would be beaten in one blow."

"That was a surprise attack. I am weak against unexpected things, like you are." "Heh, shut up. So, here's the next proof. You provoked Saber after the incident with Rider. That wasn't like you at all. I realized after I looked at it from a different angle. You were scolding Saber back then, right?"

"…………" "Oh, am I right? I thought so. I don't know if you knew her from your previous life, but it's rare for you to act so coldly." "Really? I think I act that way towards everyone." "You're the only one who thinks so. I think you're really clumsy when it comes to anything that concerns you. Everyone's tricked because you're not clumsy towards others."

Archer frowns. He must have been self-conscious of it. The knight in red ponders with a troubled expression, and his master looks at him in pleasure. And suddenly… "So, do you remember which hero you are now? If you're related to Saber, you must be a hero from around that age, right?" She says so as if testing something.

"――――No, my past is still hazy. But I do remember Saber as you say. She doesn't seem to know me, so I guess we didn't have a deep connection." "Hm. So I guess you two weren't friends or lovers. That's too bad. I would've found out Saber's true identity if that were the case." She doesn't sound disappointed. It's just an offhanded remark.

"Well, I'll remember eventually. By the way, Rin. How is the one you brought here doing? Is that one doing fine?"

"…Yeah, he survived. His wounds healed up automatically until yesterday, but this wound isn't healing at all. I think Saber's self-healing powers went away because the contract came to an end. But he survived. Fortunately, he didn't get hit in any vital points, so he should be able to get up and eat in about three days."

"No, not that one. I meant the other person." "Huh? Oh, Fujimura-Sensei? I let her sleep in the guest room. I think Caster used a sleeping magic on her, but she's still doing really well. I did treat her, so it shouldn't be a problem even if she sleeps for a week."

"――――I see. But she might turn into a sleeping beauty with Caster's magic. That woman's spells are more like curses. The simplest way to dispel her is to kill Caster." "Yeah. Either way, the Holy Grail War won't last much longer. We're going to beat Caster as fast as possible, and knowing Fujimura-Sensei, she might wake up on her own." Archer nods. And after a brief pause in the conversation…

"Beating Caster comes first. Even though there is one less Master now, Saber still exists. …We do not have time to spare, Rin." "I know. We'll go out to town immediately. Even Caster should take some time to completely control Saber. If possible, we have to beat Caster before Saber is fully controlled."

"All right. ――――So the contract about that kid ends here, huh?" "Huh――――?" "Emiya Shirou isn't a Master anymore, right? Then he will be of no help and there will be no need to protect him. The second Command Spell can be lifted off me now, right?" "――――――――" "What? Don't tell me you'll take care of him because he cooperated with you." "――――Of course not. I'm not that good a person."

"Then…" "But it's not over yet. I won't break the promise until he himself says he's out of this war. …I'll try to get him out, but we can't end it until he gives up." She declares stubbornly. What can he reply to that?

"That's my course of action. Do you have any objections, Archer?" "――――It cannot be helped. I'm fully aware that you are like that." His voice sounds cynical. She just laughs it off and makes an order. "Let's go, Archer. I don't know why, but Caster isn't back at the Ryudou Temple. Then――――let's find her and defeat her before she goes back to the temple." There's no need to answer. The knight in red nods and follows his master.

Gloomy clouds are still overhead. A moonless night. She departs with Archer to take aim at her target.

End of Interlude

It feels like I just got punched. "――――――――, ah." I wake up from the pain in my shoulder. …My body's still there. I feel my limbs and hear my own breathing. There's bandage wrapped around my shoulder, and the bed I'm in is soft.

"――――Huh? This place.. is…?" …I don't know. And――――someone said…

―――This is it. You don't have to fight anymore―――

"…!" I get up. I remember everything and jump up from the be――――[r] "Guh――――!" Pain causes my back to arch.

"Ah――――hh………!" …I feel my left shoulder. It's burning hot. It feels much worse than a pulled muscle. No, I'm lucky that my arm is still attached after a sword went through it, but it still hurts bad.

"Guh… ah, ah, ha――――" I slowly get out of bed. I can bear this pain if I grit my teeth. Then――――

"――――――――" …The heat in my shoulder reaches my head. I shake it off and move my legs. "――――No… one's here?" There shouldn't be anyone. I remember Tohsaka's words. She said those words and left. So she went to fight by herself. "Haa――――Haa, ah――――" I head to the door. I have to go outside. I have to go find Tohsaka. "Kuh――――" I fall. I almost collapse and support myself using the dresser. "Guh――――" …It's useless. I fall along with the dresser.

"Sorry… I made a mess, Tohsaka." I pick up the scattered stuff. "……Huh?" I find something familiar. It's a simple pendant made of crystal.

"…I think I saw this before――――" I saw it somewhere. …Yeah, it was like this back then as well. The night I got pierced by Lancer… The fatal wound was healed before I knew it. There was something I picked up when I left the hallway with a tired body.

It's hot. The poison in my shoulder gets to my brain and makes me dizzy.

"…Yeah. This is the same one." I know, but my mind does not think. Like the thing I dismissed as a dream… Like whose Servant was fighting Lancer at that time… Like who could have saved me and who could have been there at that time…

…There's no need to think about it, but my head is spinning.

"…Damn. What is that? She talked about owing me and all, but this is something I can never pay back――――" I feel dizzy. My head's messed up from pain, heat, and self-deprecation.

"Haa――――ah――――" I move my legs. I have to look for her. I have something I want to tell her, and there's something she needs to know. That's all I can think about with this dizzy head――――

"Haa――――Haa, haa, ah――――" When my senses return, I'm in front of the station. My hazy head is moving based on a vague image. …That "she's there". It orders me to go there if I am to look for her.

"――――――――" …I don't know why I'm directed here. My boiling head is only thinking about this building.

" !" …Then I can only follow my instincts. I didn't have any way to look for Tohsaka from the start. So I can only cling to this thing.

――――I get to the rooftop. The wind blowing here is even colder and cools down my heated brain. "――――――Why are you here?" I hear someone gasp. Tohsaka is looking down at the town from here, like that one night.

"Go home. I don't know what you want to do, but you're an eyesore." She expresses her anger and stares at me. Behind her,[r] he is standing there, telling me silently that I am of no use.

"I won't go home. When I do, it'll be with you. We promised to fight together, right?" I collect my hazy mind and move my lips.

"Forget about that promise. First of all, what can you do? Without Saber, you're no match for any Master." "――――――That's…"

"And there's no need for you to fight. You're not a Master anymore, so you'll be safe if you run to the church. You just need to stay there and the Holy Grail War will come to an end."

"――――――――" I almost faint at her words. It pisses me off. "Don't be stupid, I can't leave Saber like that…! Look, I said I'll fight. So I'll fight until the very en――――"

"Guh――――!" My vision turns red. I can't talk. Just yelling makes my muscles cramp up, and I almost die.

"See. You had Saber's help until now, but that's how it is once you don't have her help. …Look, Emiya-kun. People normally die when they are killed. Your wound should be fatal, you know?"

"Ah――――haa, ah――――ah." …Damn. I know that. I know, but it's so painful that I can't speak――――

"And you talk about Saber and all, but it's not a problem of yours. You're not a Master anymore, so it shouldn't concern you what happens to Saber."

"――――――――" It does concern me. All the more if Saber has helped me with pain like this up until now.

"…No, even… if I'm… not a Master. Saber… didn't want it. I can't… have her be controlled…!"

"――――I see. But you're powerless. …Fine. If you don't want to admit it yourself, I'll tell you. You can't save Saber as you are now."

"――――――――" My heat disappears. Her cold words freeze my boiling brain.

"That's all. You lost Saber and you're not a Master anymore. There's no reason for you to be involved in this massacre, so you can forfeit here, Shirou."

Tohsaka turns and walks off. "――――Stop, Tohsaka. But still――――"

"――――!" Amidst the blowing winds… Tohsaka kicks the ground without any hesitation. "You idiot――――! What are you thinking――――!?" I reach out frantically.

"――――――――" There's no need for that. The knight in red appears next to Tohsaka as if protecting her. Even if she jumps off from this height, she should be able to land without a problem if she has her Servant.

"――――――――" Tohsaka's lips move slightly. …I can't hear what she said. But her eyes…

―――You'll die if you keep involving yourself.

…Coldly tell me so as if it's the last warning.

"――――――――" My heat returns. The heat and the pain make my mind go crazy.

――――I cannot save Saber. And there is no reason for Emiya Shirou to fight.

"――――――――" …My wound hurts. I look down at the night scenery that swallowed Tohsaka and repeat those words in my head.

Interlude 11-2

――――It is a quiet night. The wind blowing on the mountain is gentle, and the rustling of the trees is as quiet as a whisper. There are no birds singing about winter, nor are there beasts howling at the moon. The only path leading to the Ryudou Temple… The long stone steps preserve its peacefulness tonight as well.

But others do not know. This place has withstood five battles already, each one was a great clash. Many Servants challenged the Ryudou Temple. Berserker, Lancer, Rider, Saber, Archer. This mountain gate is able to enjoy the darkness thanks to the monster that has repelled all five enemies.

The longsword moves. It is fortunate that the moon is not out. The arc of the sword moving in a crescent-moon shape is so beautiful that the moon would be ashamed of itself if it saw it.

"Are you listening, Assassin? I told you that you will continue to guard the gate." He ignores the magus in purple, Caster. Assassin lowers his longsword and glances at the mountain forest without interest. "Well, there was an intruder. I saw a strange bird, so I cut it. But it did not spill blood nor scream. Is this one of yours, Caster?"

"……! …I see, this must have been a familiar spying on us. It must be Berserker's Master or that young lady. Either way, this place will not last long." Caster walks to the forest and looks down at the "thing" on the ground. It is the corpse of an owl. It is a bird made from crystal. It is simple, but suited for spying, and must have been made by Archer's Master.

"…Heh, that lady is unlucky. I could have made her my student if she were less talented." She steps on it. The amethyst crystals are crushed to powder, scattering star-like dust.

"There are people like this, so I leave you in charge to protect my Master. I will disappear if my Master dies. If that happens, you cannot exist either. If you do not want to disappear, protect the gate and be prepared even for death."

"Well―――it is hard to be prepared for death. I have never felt that I was 'alive'. Is it not meaningless to ask that of one such as I?" "――――Stop your impudent talk. Do not misunderstand, Assassin. You are a Servant I summoned. A slave should act like a slave. If you cannot swear your loyalty, you can disappear right now."

Caster's words are filled with enmity and contempt. For her, Assassin is only a tool. It is annoying for a tool to talk, so it is natural for her to get mad when it starts to speak cynically.

"I see. Good heavens. My life is like a heat haze, but it is problematic if I disappear now. I have made a promise. If I can, I would like to fulfill this promise." "――――Then hold your tongue. You only need to protect this place. If you're able to do so, I can make you real. A low-class like you without a Noble Phantasm can become a heroic spirit, so it should be worth risking your life, right?"

"You do not need to worry. I have belonged to the other world from the beginning. I will act out my role. But is it all right, Caster? I am not loyal to my master, but you are dishonest as well. Tonight's matter is a secret to your Master, right?" At that instant, Assassin's body explodes. A thumping sound. The curse that was put into his body upon summoning has exploded.

The trees sway. Assassin is flung into the forest, his chest pierced from within by his own ribs. His figure is like a bloomed flower.

"Guh―――geez. You are getting worse every day, Caster." "――――Quiet. If I have to tell you one more time, I will eliminate you before waiting five days." "…Geez. They say women and mean people are unmanageable, but you have gone too far."

The flashy Servant gets up. This Servant does not lose his elegance even if he shows his ribs or if his body is covered in blood.

"Oh, do not glare at me like that. You are wasting your beautiful face, Caster. I know, everything is to be a secret from your Master, right? I will hide the fact that you caught Saber and that I am guarding this place. It is a moving story. I wish that your caring spirit would reach him." " Assassin, you…"

"I am just being a poor loser. I cannot attack you, so allow me to joke around like that. ―――I will protect the gate. I will protect it no matter what. But where are you going? Do you not trust my protection?"

"――――Of course not. You're just insurance. But that's at an end as well. Once I have control of Saber, I don't have to use this rustic place as my temple." "…Hm, so you will relocate? Then I am certainly not needed. Is there a sacred ground superior to this place?" "Yes. It is inferior to this place, but there is a place suited for me. And―――I will be going there in the near future anyways. There is no problem if I go now, right?"

"――――" Assassin's expression, which had been cool up to now, clouds up. Caster smiles as if she's satisfied.

"Yes. Our victory is certain, so I'm going to go receive the prize ahead of time. A new territory and the Holy Grail. And I also have another piece called Saber. With all this, I am sure my uninterested Master would have no complaints with my policy."

That is true. No matter how much Caster's Master, Kuzuki Souichirou, stays silent, he would be forced to fight if the conditions are set so perfectly. But what is more certain is that…

"―――The boring war will end. There will be nothing to fear once I obtain the Holy Grail. …Yes, nobody would be able to stop me―――!"

Loud laughter pollutes the night. The magus in purple expresses her victory. The knight with the longsword looks up at the sky.

――――The time is near. No matter what the end may be, only five days remain. Even though the remaining time will not likely be used up, the swordsman that has lived through hell feels that the match will not be settled easily.

End Of Intermission

"Ha――――, haa――――, haa――――" And I fall. I can't even breathe properly. The wound on my shoulder is swelling up, and it hurts just to breathe.

"――――――――" I can't keep my consciousness. I'll fall asleep if I let my guard down. …No, first of all, I'm not too sure if I'm conscious or not. I don't know how I got home from that rooftop nor why I came home.

…My thoughts become vague. The only sure thing is my thumping heart.

"――――――――" …Tohsaka told me to not involve myself. Because I'm powerless and I don't have a reason to fight anymore.

"――――――――" But that's wrong. I knew more than anyone that I'm powerless. My reason to fight is something different.

…I can't let it become just a scar. Losing against others is inevitable. I'm used to being beat up, and it's vexing, but I know I can't reach them no matter what I do.

But that's only when my enemy is someone else. I can't lose against myself. There's no element that would make me lose if our powers are equal. To admit defeat against such an enemy is to declare that I'm wrong.

"――――――――!" The wound distorts. Blood stains the bandage.

"Ah――――, ――――!" I grab it with my left hand and glare at the darkness. The memory from ten years ago… The words of the man who was my father…

…Even if I was wrong from the start, there is nothing wrong with the path I took. I wanted to be a superhero so that incident wouldn't just become a sad memory. A time where everyone would be happy and shed no tears. I have held that ideal for ten years.

" Then…" It doesn't matter how badly my head refuses to function. What needs to be done is determined from the start. I didn't fight because I became a Master. I decided to fight because it's something I can do, and I believed it's something I have to do. I finally remember the obvious.

"――――Tohsaka, no matter how much you tell me…" If I believe it is right, I will believe in this path until the very end. I won't stop, and I won't let her fight by herself.

…That's why I will sleep now. I won't let her call me a burden. I'll heal this wound up in one night. And when I wake up in the morning――――

…And when I wake up in the morning… I'll catch up to her for sure and repay her for what she did that night――――

12th Day- moonlight(II)

Interlude 12-1

The stone room is illuminated by the morning sun. The light coming in from the ceiling pushes back the darkness. Every entrance and every window is sealed off, but even that cannot block out the sunlight. Even the place that should be covered in darkness benefits from the break of dawn.

"――――Haa――――ah――――"

Entrances and windows are ordinarily used to let things enter and leave. The cracks cannot be covered, and besides, if it is entirely closed off, it cannot fulfill its duty to be used as a passage. If one wants to completely shut out the light, there should not be any entrances. If one prefers darkness, one should go to an underground place without a way to return.

"Hm――――, ah――――"

In that regard, this underground temple is not perfect. Light exposes all secrets without reservation. The hidden temple was easily discovered, and its master was easily eliminated as well. There are traces of blood on the floor. The original owner of this temple was killed by an intruder. The supervisor of the Holy Grail War, Kotomine Kirei, was removed from the stage by Caster's hand.

"Kuh…… ah, hah……――――"

That battle happened a few hours ago. The underground regained its silence. The new master of the church is standing in the darkness. But the winner scorns herself. Caster glares at the darkness with an irritated look.

First of all, this temple is unpleasant. Neither the sanctuary nor the secret sanctuary hidden beneath it suit her taste. The intruding light is unpleasant, and the priest she killed was unpleasant as well. And most importantly, the crucial objective has not been accomplished yet. She is shocked at how poorly things are going, and she even considers reducing this whole place to ashes.

"Fu―――――, haa…… ah."

Fortunately, she refrains from such violence. It is not because she regained her composure, nor is it because of respect towards the church.

She suppressed her emotion only because of this sound. Faint, periodic sounds. A woman's painful voice is like fine music to her. She forgets her troubles and enjoys the spectacle.

"Hm―――! Ah, haa, ah……!"

The groaning sounds of pain come from a girl. The weak murmur contains heated arousal. The groans would inspire either compassion or sadistic pleasure in those who may hear them. It does not need to be said that she falls under the latter category. Sweat drips down her forehead. Just watching the beautiful lips, gasping in shame, seems to bring heat to this cold room.

"―――You are doing very well, Saber. I would never have expected you to resist the Command Spell for a whole night." She talks with delight.

"Hm――――Hm, ah――――" At the back of the temple… The girl hangs, only able to moan. As long as she opposes the Command Spell, free will does not exist for Saber.

Worse still, a magic so strong that it is visible tortures Saber's body. The Command Spell pressures her from the inside and Caster's magic tortures her from the outside. The torture is more unbearable than having her body wounded.

"――――Ah, ahh, hm……!"

Saber's reasoning has already been melted away. Only the last remnants of her pride hold her back. Neither the Command Spell nor Caster's magic can take away that deep root.

Therefore, the torture continues forever. Caster watches the process――――how the girl desperately tries to hold her ground. It was Caster that dressed her in this white costume. It is not arousing with her armor, and most of all, the armor does not suit her. If she is an untainted virgin, she should be in a pure white dress when she falls.

"…Fufu. How brave of you. No matter how much you resist with your will, that Servant body of yours is different. You can tell that the Command Spell is slowly infringing on your mind, right? You will be mine in less than a day. In that case, is it not easier to give up now and become mine?"

"――――Kuh, hm……!" The voice protests painfully. Even though her reasoning is melted, Saber does not yield to Caster. As Caster says, she will endure this torture until the Command Spell fully controls her body.

"You are stubborn, Saber. …But I shall forgive you. I like girls like you. That golden hair, small body, the boyish gallant figure, everything is so cute. And I love your loyalty for trying to choose death over betrayal. ―――Really, I want to step on you and crush you."

She looks at the girl with eyes filled with joy and hatred. If Caster put her mind to it, she could get Saber to surrender in an instant. Saber's freedom is lost from fighting one Command Spell. Then, the result is obvious if Caster uses a second Command Spell. Saber will become Caster's without the need for such torture.

"Kuh… Haa, ah――――!" But she will not do such an inelegant thing. Caster should take time training her, since she is a lovely toy. For Caster, Saber is a tool with first-class appearance and ability. It is natural for her to savor this rare jewel.

"…Yes. It is boring to control your body using the Command Spell. I will have you become my Servant out of your own will. …Yes, I will destroy your mind before your body." Caster glares with bewitching eyes at the girl in the white dress. She almost forgets about the Holy Grail. She thinks about Saber's white skin and imagines transforming her into a slave that only seeks pleasure.

―――She will make the girl into a tainted slave to her lusts. She will not do something crude like taking her virginity. She is a virgin. Then she should make her into a virgin that drowns in pleasure. A girl whose body will never be satisfied, greedily seeking pleasure… When she imagines it and smiles…

"What are you doing there, Caster?" An unemotional voice suddenly calls her from behind.

"――――!?" She turns around immediately. Above the temple… Someone slowly comes down the stairs that lead outside. A tall, lean figure appears from the darkness. There is no sound of footsteps, nor is there any presence to be felt. The man comes down into the temple and shows no emotion even after seeing the blood on the ground and the girl.

"――――Souichirou-sama." Caster changes her attitude right away. Her expression changes from one filled with joy and irritation to that of a tense Servant.

"Why are you here…? I believe I asked you to stay at the Ryudou Temple." "I questioned you first, Caster. I asked you what you are doing here."

The man―――Kuzuki Souichirou does not change the tone of his voice. The flat voice is more terrifying than any threat. A voice without emotion is like a mirror. A guilty conscience. The voice is more fearful to those with greater guilt. One is questioned not by Kuzuki, but by one's own mind.

"――――!" Caster holds her hands on her chest and reports to Kuzuki. He is not one that can be fooled. No, she cannot bear to tell a lie to this person.

"I have taken away a Servant last night from one of the Masters, Emiya Shirou. …I let Emiya Shirou go, but he is no longer a Master. If he is smart, he should not oppose us anymore."

"I see. But I have not given such an order." "I acted arbitrarily, Master. After that, I attacked the church to obtain the 'vessel' of the Holy Grail. I have killed the priest, the caretaker of the Holy Grail, but the Grail's whereabouts are unknown." "That was your decision as well, huh? You must not have returned because you could not find the Holy Grail. …Hm. But it is a place you obtained after much trouble. It would be meaningless to abandon it without finding what you are after."

Kuzuki's words are not criticizing her. But Caster can only be ashamed of herself. She killed the priest who knew where the Holy Grail was, but she still does not have the Holy Grail. Furthermore, she has revealed her own action which should have been hidden from him. What else can she call it but a total failure?

"I understand the situation. Can you explain why you did this, Caster?" "…I am sorry. But this is all for you, Master. My goal is to lead you to victory. I have no other reason." "――――――――" A long silence. After hearing Caster's declaration, Kuzuki Souichirou murmurs, "I see".

"Then I cannot move away from here. Your troubles will be for nothing if other Masters find the Holy Grail while we are absent." "Then, Master…" "You can search this place until you are satisfied. I shall remain here until you are done. You alone are not fit for fighting. You will need a guard until Saber is under your control."

"Huh―――? N-No, there is no need for that. I do not need your help, and I do not know how long the search will take. And this place is dangerous. You will be safer if you return to the Ryudou Temple." "That is true. But if I do that, I cannot fulfill my objective."

"?" Those words are unexpected even for Caster. What kind of an objective does this man have, who has no interest even in the Holy Grail which can grant any wish?

"Souichirou-sama, then…" "Hurry. I do not care if it is not here. Just make sure you come up with a clear result." With that, Kuzuki goes back up the stairs. "――――――――" Caster watches him go in blank amazement. The dark room is still silent. The footsteps going up the stairs still cannot be heard.

End Of Interlude

"―――――――" I open my eyes. My eyes are not the only things that wake up, as my sleeping mind wakes up as well.

"The wound is――――not a problem." I check the wound on my left shoulder. It still hurts, but there's no intense pain like last night. The heat in my body has gone away somewhat. It shouldn't be a problem for me to move around.

I eat breakfast and satisfy my hunger. Food comes before anything else. My body won't move unless it gets the nutrition it needs.

"――――All right." I reapply the bandage. The wound has turned dark blue. It hasn't healed up, and I can see fresh red meat.

"―――Of course. Saber's not here." I disinfect it, put gauze over it, and wrap bandages around it. It's a primitive first-aid treatment to wrap and constrict the wound, but I have to do this so it won't get any worse. "All done. I'll need a weapon now."

It's cloudy today. It must be really cold, as there is frost on the grass outside.

"――――――――" But that's meaningless to me. I feel no cold. My body is burning and I want to pour ice water over myself. But this is much better than the condition I was in last night.

The only things I can find are wooden swords. I choose the one that looks like it is the best and put it into my shinai bag.

I slap my cheeks. I don't know if it's to encourage myself or to reassure myself that I won't be coming back here. I honestly don't know why I did that.

I carry the shinai bag over my right shoulder and head outside. The place I've lived at for so long. The shed was like my own room, but I don't turn to look at it.

――――Well. Even though I've decided to fight, there are many problems. I have to determine clearly what I should do first, or I'll probably end up not getting anything done. …There is only one course of action.

#votestaynight

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orbswizard · 3 years

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secret revealed: Mincer Figurine Real (Minicer)

bonus:

#the painting is a little messy because i was tired -___-#umm but yeah he's really tiny less than 2.5 inches #i need 2 fix the painting today this is just v1 of him i think maybe #going to do a minicer photoshoot today . mincer in places he shouldnt be blog whe n #actually i would make tht . if anyones interested tell me and ill put it together maybe #unless someone else wants to i guess ahaha #ummm anyways #mincer aftcat #minicer #<thats the figurines name bc hes so small #art shit #sculpture #ya! ^__^

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streaming-yn · 3 years

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hi! i'd like to request a platonic MtF trans y/n with Wilbur, and i'd also like to say i LOVE your posts. :D

Of course! Thank you for the support anon!! I'm so glad you enjoy my content! :D (also, I'm not sure if this is important to say but; I'm transmasc [writing this was so,, whoa yk? Not in a bad way ofc] so I know what trans stuff I'm talking about! Just flipped the other way around lmao) also!! HAPPY PRIDE MONTH!!! Kinda neat I got done with this during pride month I think! enjoy!!

Platonic!cc!Wilbur x MtF!reader

Pronouns: she/they

Other information on the reader:

. Variety streamer

. Minor

. Faceless

. Friends with Wilbur (obviously)

Warnings: hate (gets shut down quickly!), Transphobia (they get put in place tho), cussing

Form: headcanons

Summary: you and Wilbur are best friends! Your MtF trans and that can be really tough but it's okay you can get through it and Wilbur is here to help when you need it :)

Genre: platonic, angst (not a lot, just hate and transphobia but it doesn't last long!), Comfort :), fluff (?)

Abbreviations: y/n -> your name, u/n -> username (on twitch, Twitter, and in games!) (No streamer name for this! You're called by your name!)

You: *starts streaming*

LGBTQ+ Community flocking to you: omg hello my new comfort streamer

Okay but can we talk about your chat during the "starting soon!" Screen? It's kinda funny

Your chat on the waiting screen while you finish setting up stuff:

Hello!!!!

Hey lol *louder than everyone else*

Ahaha y/n you're so cool *trips over my enormous piles of money*

Y/N Y/N I WANT YOU TO KNOW I KNOW HOW TO COOK JUST THOUGHT ID LET YOU KNOW :)

I CAN ALSO CLEAN HAHA NOT SAYING THIS FOR ANY PARTICULAR REASON JUST LETTING YOU KNOW <3

Basically they're all just simps, the whole lot of them

At one time your chat was filled with "🎶yes I do the cooking, yes I do the cleaning🎶" over and over

At one point Wilbur was like um hey?? Guys?? That a little weird?? Y/n's a minor and some of y'all r adults.

Chats quick to reassure that they didn't mean in a disrespectful / creepy way and if you ever were uncomfy with it they would stop (most of them anyway, there's always the little bit of really really weird and creepy chat members, but they'd get banned immediately!)

You said that as long as it was 100% a joke, no adults were saying it, and they didn't actually see you as a girlfriend / wife or whatever else that would be romantic then that's fine! :)

Wilbur banned some people from your chat on that stream because adults were getting mad like "if it's a joke who cares if non-minors say it??" "If everyone can't say it then no one should" "I swear minors just hate adults for no reason!" Etc etc, just insulting your boundaries :\ dumb fucks istg bro

It's okay tho bc they're gone now! Now what're they gonna do? Complain on Twitter?? They gonna get their asses handed to them + multiple reports bc that's creepy as hell

Wilbur hypes up your posts all the time!!!!

You post a pic of yourself and he's like yes!!! Guys look at my best friend!!!!!!

Everyone thinks it's really cute :)

At one time?? Some1 tried cancelling him for pedophilia??? Bc he complemented you?????

You, Wilbur, and other users had to explain that compliments don't equal romantic attraction

Like if you can platonically date someone you can sure as hell platonically compliment someone!!

Y'all's dynamic >>>

Because like, it's loving but you're also asses to each other

Like y'all will hype each other up and call each other best friends and stuff

but at the same time, you tease each other, playfully insult each other, etc

and yeah yeah that's normal friend type stuff but look me in the eyes n tell me the whole of the mcyt fandom / fandoms close to mcyt (ex: someone who's friend with one, someone on the dsmp, etc etc) isn't / aren't obsessed with any friend dynamic, you can't (/nm /lh /hj)

by association you're friends with Tommy, Phil, Quackity, and Charlie! :) you record modded Minecraft videos with them sometimes!!

it's a lot of fun!

also when you join vc tommy starts yelling about how you're a woman!! and women are pog!!!! chat look at my friend who is also a women and she's really pog and you should sub to her and donate and just go check her out

it was great to hear :)

also! during pride month, your subtwt is just like

hey guys <3 guess what <3 y/n is trans and really cool so you should sub and follow and donate <33 and if you don't you're transphobic /j

you make sure to address it and say that as long as they add tone indicators to show they're joking and people aren't actually transphobic for not subbing/etc then it's all good! w/o the tone indicators it can cause major anxiety in some and you don't want that to happen

also only trans people are allowed to make the "sub or you're transphobic" joke because a cis person saying that is a little weird yk

but! they can do it with their own thing! like for example, if a pansexual (using this as an example since I'm pan!) that was a fan of yours was super excited for a sub goal you set up or something

then they could post "gift y/n subs or you're anti-pan/panphobic/ you hate pan people/etc /j" because theyre pan so it's not weird ^^

when you get recognized in public it's usually really positive!! :)

also when you're able to, Wilbur is happy to pay for top/bottom surgery if you want it!!

I'm not sure if I said this but Wilbur's really protective of you! you're like his little sister!

if you have a bad day then call him and you can either talk about it just to vent, talk about it while he give suggestions on how to fix what happened, or just him distracting you from it!

the most often form of distracting that he does is talking with you about things you like to get you to talk about them! he'll steer the convo since you're too stressed to do so but he'll steer it in a direction that you like yk?

(actually though! if youre having an anxiety/panic attack or just a stressful day, get a friend to do this!! it's really helpful and a good way to talk about things you probably don't get to talk about much! it's really helpful and relaxing :)! )

never talks about these phone calls unless you talk about them first, also doesn't give any information away that you haven't already said! h knows it's hard to be vulnerable and wants you to feel safe opening up to him :)

and what I mean by "doesn't give any information away that you haven't already said" is that like let's say you had a call with him the night before you streamed and you mentioned it, he would basically repeat what you said but differently, no new information would be available from what he said

example:

you: me and Wilbur were actually on call last night and didn't get off til late! and we started the call after I got home from school!

Wilbur: yeah, it was really late when we got off call, I heard her hold back a yawn or two I swear

stuff like that yk!!

ALSO WHEN YOU, WILBUR, AND TOMMY INTERACT ITS SO :))

cue fans crying over the sibling dynamic, also a lot of people being like "I WISH I HAD A SISTER LIKE Y/N / BROTHER LIKE TOMMY / BROTHER LIKE WIBUR"

yk how Wilbur goes "don't say that I will cry" when tommy says they're like brothers?

add you into the mix and it's like

tommy: we're- we're like brothers, wilbur!

Wilbur: don't say that, I will cry

you: yeah!! we're like a family I think!! :D

Wilbur: y/n- y/n i WILL cry-

also if your parents know your trans and are cool with it he buys you a trans flag for your room or even to hang up out front of your house if you prefer! :)

taglist; @cvsmixplant

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honklore · 3 years

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invisible string | dreamwastaken

(requested plot by red string of fate soulmate au, dream is still a streamer, reader has commitment issues, dream just wants someone to love, chat is the best wingman, sapnap and george try but they suck, reader is timid but dream makes them feel brave, taylor swift references, this is not very deep or poetic at all, i don’t like typing y/n so after this i’m going to move to ___)

listen to: invisible string by taylor swift

In kindergarten, red strings were simply a crafting tool, and teachers never mentioned how much pain they would eventually bring.

Because when they appear, from a child’s eighteenth birthday and beyond, they tighten like a godforsaken high school ring that came in one size too small. Like the universe is a child tugging their mother towards the ice cream truck, you’re pulled around central Florida, passes faces you can’t memorize and voices too garbled to hear.

The string knows where you need to go, and when.

And you’re at the park, feeding ducks and trying to ignore that incessant pull that tugs at your pinky, when you hear it.

It’s a voice you know only because it’s a voice that’s been in your house before. At least, through your brother’s tablet screen. Some gamer online — a streamer, with a distinct wheezing laugh that you’d recognize anywhere.

And you do. Behind you.

You risk a small peak, and your heart drops into your chest. He’s tall. Too tall to not intimidate you. And his sandy hair is wavy, curling at the collar of his sweatshirt, falling perfectly into place when he runs his hands through it. When he does, you see it, the red string.

Which means he could see it too. All he’d have to do is turn around.

But you’re not ready. You haven’t been, not since you watched your cousin get rejected on her eighteenth birthday. Since you watched a string of fate get clipped in front of you, like the three fates had finally had enough of your cousin’s happiness.

It was enough to make you curl into yourself, and reject the natural pull set before you. So you run, and you try not to think of what would’ve happened if he saw you before you saw him. You try not to feel the clippers, but the blade feels tangible against your skin.

You don’t stop running until you arrive home.

“Hey chat, just wanted to do a few practice runs and catch up with you guys,” Dream mumbles into the mic, already restarting his game after deciding he didn’t like his seed. The donos begin rolling in, even before Sapnap and George have unmuted, so Dream flits his eyes to the display screen, subconsciously reading along with the text-to-speech voice, “Dream, what if we shared a string of fate? Ahaha, just kidding... unless... love you bestie.”

Dream chuckles, “Actually chat, I felt a tug today! Isn’t that weird? I was actually reading up on what that could mean, and it seems like either my soulmate is in a lot of distress, or they were in my vicinity. I’m hoping, for their sake, it’s the second one. How would you even comfort a soulmate if all you can do is tug on a stupid string?”

“Simp!” George finally unmutes just to be annoying, and Dream knows soulmates are a touchy spot for him, considering he wasn’t given a string on his eighteenth. Which is strange, but not impossible. Of course, chat doesn’t know this, because it would give them more hope of becoming George’s metaphorical soulmate, but it certainly makes for awkward conversations once Dream and Sapnap get into their own soulmate bonds.

“I’m not simping, George!” Dream feels a bit defensive, because he’s genuinely just curious. He has no interest in meeting his soulmate right now. At least, that’s what he tells himself. He has his streams, and his friends, and chat. He’s fine.

[abbywastaken donated $10: dream why don’t you go back to where you felt the pull and see if you feel it again? that’s how i found my soulmate. okay luv u bye.]

“Thanks, Abby. Love you, too. Um, honestly I was in a pretty public place, so I don’t know if they would even come back anytime soon. Also, this is Orlando, right? Tourists are everywhere.”

Sapnap snorts, and Dream thinks it’s funny, since he’s in the other room. “Just say you’re a coward and go.”

“I’m not!” Dream says. “It was just a small pull, okay? It wasn’t even a big deal.”

He feels another lurch when he says that, but this one is in his chest. It taps against his heart, a quick reminder that it beats for someone else, and he needs to watch his words. “Okay, it was a big deal. Sort of. I’ll go tomorrow, okay chat?”

Chat is spamming all types of messages, from encouragement to jealousy. Dream manages to read off a few donos and create his first nether portal of the stream. He answers as they appear, eyes scanning for a fortress. “No, I didn’t see them… I’m not telling you guys where I was, that’s weird… I’m wearing a sweatshirt and jeans… Hi, Sarah and Patrick…”

He trails off as the donos do, and works at getting blaze rods. George is talking about a riddle he just learned, and he’s trying to trick Sapnap into saying something stupid.

Lost in his own thoughts, he finally closes the stream after a hasty goodbye. “What if I missed my chance?” He asks the two boys on the other line.

“It’s a string of fate, Dream,” George says. “You didn’t miss your chance.”

“Maybe they saw how ugly you are and ran away,” Sapnap says, completely joking, but the thought lingers in Dream’s head.

Did they feel the tug, and run away?

You pour cereal for yourself, and when your brother shuffles into the kitchen, you make him a bowl as well.

He’s eleven, and as little brothers go, he’s pretty chill. Aside from the inappropriate jokes and hogging the bathroom when you have to get ready for work, you like hanging around with him.

You pass him his bowl, and he grins. “I’m gonna watch Dream’s new video on the TV, since mom’s not home.”

You furrow your brows. Dream must be one of the dozens of streamers he likes. Maybe one of his friends will be in chat with him, and you will be able to connect a voice to a face. “Can I sit with you?”

He gives you an odd look, and it’s true, you don’t ask to watch videos with him often. “I guess.”

You eat a spoonful of cereal and settle into the couch while he gets everything ready. He clicks on a lime green icon of a little white blob man, and when the first video appears, you’re taken aback by the voice.

That’s the voice you heard. It’s this one, out of all the random men yelling about a block game. It’s Dream.

“Why doesn’t he show his face?” You manage, wanting information about the person that shares your string.

“What?”

“Like, he’s handsome, right? Why doesn’t he have a facecam?”

Your brother snorts. “Handsome? He’s never shown his face, Y/n. Don’t you know who Dream is? He’s like, super famous.”

“Oh.” You think of his golden hair, as sunny and soft as the glow around his entire being. His voice right now, joyous as he gets chased by his friends. “I mean, I don’t keep up with streamers.”

He begins to explain Dream and his friends, along with lore in their role play server, and it’s all interesting enough that you sit and listen, holding on to the little bits of information you can collect about your soulmate.

You file these facts in a secluded corner of your brain and try to make a whole person, along with the hair and the laugh and the intense music he plays as he gets hunted by his friends.

By nightfall, you’re following all of his socials and binge-watching his old streams, holding on to the way he speaks to his friends, and the fond way he replies to donos.

[dreamwastaken is live!]

You click on it, bundled underneath your covers as if someone might see you and find out your secret.

“Hi, chat! I know I was just live yesterday, but I cut it too short and wanted to come talk to you guys.”

He uses his avatar to wave at the screen, and it’s kind of an adorable sight.

[gogysimp donated $25: did you go see your soulmate?]

Your heart stops. Does he know? Did he see you? Or even worse, has he already found someone else, and he just hasn’t severed the tie?

“No!” Dream’s laugh pulls you out of your worries. “I was busy with meetings today, actually. And I was too nervous. Sapnap also refused to come with me, so I’m just going to go another day.”

So he didn’t see you. He just knows you were there.

You click the donate tab before you can stop yourself.

[y/n donated $1: would you reject your soulmate if you didn’t like them?]

Dream mumbles the question, and you try to ignore the way your heart deflates when he skips saying your name. “I don’t think so,” he states plainly. “I mean, logically, a soulmate would be your other half, so I wouldn’t not like them. But I know some people just don’t click, or there are other issues. So, I don’t know. I guess the only thing I can say is that I don’t want to reject them. And I hope they don’t reject me. I mean, imagine finding out your soulmate is a Minecraft Youtuber. That would be pretty weird…”

You giggle to yourself as he trails off and answers another donation. So he’s against rejection. Okay. Maybe you have a chance.

[kyra donated $60: i’m your soulmate.]

“Meet me where you felt the tug, then,” Dream says sassily. “Chat, don’t be weird, okay? I can’t control who my soulmate is, and I don’t want you guys to exclude them if they become a pat of my life.”

Oh, you think. So his chat is vocal about their opinions, and apparently they mean a lot to him. You shiver despite your warm position and imagine how annoying you might seem to his loyal viewers: someone who only knew about him because of their brother.

Insecurity pushes against your chest, so you close the stream and push your phone away, hoping to forget this ever happened, that maybe you won’t have to deal with the inevitable if you don’t think about it.

Yogurt Barn isn’t the first place on your list of dream jobs, but it has decent pay and helps you pay off student loans, so you appreciate it nonetheless. The teal sweatshirt they gave you as a uniform keeps you warm as you scoop the frozen treats.

Your coworker, a girl named Madison, is busy manning the counter, so you check each flavor and refill the ones running empty.

“Can I ask you a question?” Madison met her soulmate, Anna, only days after she got her string. It was a textbook romance, two people meant for each other, no doubt in anyone’s mind. She might be able to help you now. That is, if you can even admit to who your soulmate is.

“What’s up?”

“I felt the tug,” you say, avoiding her eyes in favor of restacking the medium cups.

“No way!” Madison is perky in a way that makes you want to be included. You like this about her. “Did you see them? Did you talk to them?”

“He—” You want to say that the part of him you saw was perfect, enough to keep you up when you should be dreaming. But reality is nothing if not disappointing. “I ran.”

“Y/n…” Madison gives you a stern look — like a mother finding out their child didn’t defrost the chicken in time. “Why would you run?”

“I don’t want to be rejected.” The magenta swirls painted onto the walls are a stark change to the clay sidewalks of the strip mall. “And before you say he wouldn’t… It’s happened to my cousin. It’s possible.”

Madison frowns. “But that can’t be the only reason, right? I mean, we all know someone who has been rejected. It’s usually not the end of the world for them.”

“He’s a famous streamer,” you blurt, and you’re thankful the shop is as empty as it is. Just the words themselves sound fake.

Madison snorts. “Like, gaming? That’s what’s holding you back? He’s a gamer?”

“I don’t care that he’s a gamer!” You hiss. “I care that he has a loyal fanbase who more than likely all want to be his soulmate!”

“You can’t say that for certain,” Madison says. “I mean, everyone knows about the soulmate system. If you watch someone and don’t feel the pull, you know they aren’t your soulmate, right? So why wouldn’t they accept you?”

“I don’t know,” you say. “I’m just scared. I mean, he’s got this huge following and everything and I’m just me. I work in a yogurt shop for goodness’ sake.”

You head into the back to grab more cups, and the bell rings, signaling a new customer.

“Welcome to Yogurt Barn, what can I get for you?” Madison’s customer service voice pricks your ears.

You sift through the boxes to find the smaller cups and listen to the customer’s order. “Can I have a strawberry cone?”

Your string pulls, that same familiar voice filling your head, not on the screen but once again just a few feet away. He’s infiltrating your life, so close you could reach out and touch him, but it’s such a terrifying thought that you set down the cups.

You tear off your apron, and run into the break room to grab a water and calm yourself down.

It’s ten minutes before Madison comes back to find you. “Hey, are you okay? You disappeared.”

You take a deep breath and stare at the poster on the wall. It’s brightly colored, with a walking yogurt cup waving and reminding employees to wash their hands before scooping. “That was him. The guy— the pull— Dream— I can’t— Does he know? Is he following me?”

“It’s okay,” Madison runs her hand down your back. “It’s okay. He isn’t following you. When the pull starts it tends to draw the couple together until they meet. He probably doesn’t know it’s you.”

You nod and take your breaths in gulps. “Okay. Yeah, you’re right. You’re right.”

“Why don’t you go home early, okay?”

Dream is live again.

Fresh out of the shower, you pull a t-shirt over your body and burrow into your blankets. Earbuds in, you try to focus on the sound of his voice, ignoring every ounce of anxiety that’s been riddling your mind.

“Hi, chat. I’m gonna practice speed runs again. I think George is joining soon.”

You open the chat and scroll through the emotes, clicking the ones you like and sending them, just to calm yourself down.

[kylo donated $5: did you find your soulmate?]

Dream laughs. The sound makes your chest tighten with longing. Your fingers ache. “Actually, I went to the place I felt the pull again. I dunno what I was expecting, but they didn’t show up. But after that, I was running some errands and I felt it, chat! I felt the pull again.”

He trails off while his character starts to look for a lava pool. “I feel discouraged but I don’t want to like, chase them, you know? I don’t want to scare them off.”

You click the donation tab again.

[y/n donated $1: maybe your soulmate heard your voice and got scared of you because they watch your videos.]

It’s not the total truth, but it might help him sleep better. You don’t want him to feel discouraged, but you can’t bring yourself to follow the pull.

“That could be a possibility…” Dream crafts a portal and sends his character through. “But I wish I could talk to them. I wish I could tell them that it’s okay. Like, we don’t have to rush into anything.”

[y/n donated $1: They probably wish they could talk to you too]

“Thanks, Y/n.” He sucks in a breath as soon as he says your name. The Minecraft pause screen appears and the sound of a discord call can be heard.

Your heart pounds in your chest. Something about him saying your name just solidified everything. Your arms feel hot and cold all at once, like you’ve just been thrown in a frozen lake. He has to be feeling it too.

“Chat, I gotta go, okay? I’ll try to stream again soon.”

“Hello?” A sleepy voice comes in through Dream’s earbuds.

“George! Their name is Y/n!” Dream is so excited, his voice raising a few octaves as he talks. “Someone donated with that name and I felt like, super weird. I didn’t feel it until I said the name out loud.”

“That’s crazy,” George says, monotone but supportive. “Do you think the dono is actually them?”

“I don’t know,” Dream scrolls through their past donos and quickly screenshots each one. “I mean, they definitely could be.”

He shares the pictures in their group chat.

George hums. “It sounds like they’re trying to tell you how they feel without admitting that it’s them. Where did you say you felt a pull?”

“At the park, and at the yogurt shop down the road.”

“So go there again. Maybe all they need is a little courage. If you feel the pull this time, you should follow it.”

Dream thinks about it for a moment before finally agreeing. He changes the subject to their next jackbox stream, and George is now happily talking about how they’re going to team up against Sapnap.

He goes into Sapnap’s room that night. He sits on his desk chair while Sapnap sits cross legged on his bed, scrolling through his phone. “Do you wanna get frozen yogurt tomorrow? My treat.”

“Hell yeah!”

The new strawberry-lemonade custard is a hit. Not only are the colors aesthetically pleasing for the teenagers who want a nice snapchat story, but there was a promotional coupon in the mail that has people lining up to the door.

“It’s not even that good,” you tell Madison while the two of you are on break. You’re both using a sample spoon to try out the new summer flavors, and in your opinion, strawberry-lemonade isn’t even the best one. “Blood orange is better.”

Madison wrinkles her nose. “No, blue raspberry is best.”

“It’s sour, though,” you say.

“Guys! Break’s over and you’ve got a line!” Your manager stares disapprovingly at the cups of custard the both of you are indulging in.

“We’re coming.” You toss the cup into the trash and walk out, scratching at the sudden itch on your pinky finger.

Pulling on your gloves, you grab a scoop and address the first customer, “Welcome to Yogurt Barn.”

“Hi!”

You still like you’ve been caught stealing on camera. You look up, hand clutching the scoop so tightly you can feel the cold steel through your gloves.

It’s Dream.

It’s him. He’s tall, and his hair is a sunshine blond, dark at the roots and curling beneath his ears. And his freckles… little spots all across his cheeks so endearing that you get a little distracted staring at them.

Then he’s talking, and you have to focus on his jade-green eyes, not his lips, which are a warm pink. “It’s you.”

You blink. Fear strikes your spine and you drop the scoop. “I gotta go.”

“Wait!” Dream calls, just as Madison shouts your name.

You exit out the back door again. Your heart is pounding against your chest, ribs expanding, and all you can hear is the sound of your name coming out of his lips, just last night through a screen.

“Y/n?” Only it’s in front of you, a few feet away, and he’s searching your eyes for any reassurance that you won’t run away again. That you won’t reject him. “That’s your name right?” He keeps talking, a nervous smile flitting across his face. “The donos? That was you?”

You can see the string now, red and blaring, tightening with each step Dream takes. It’s signing off your fate, for better or for worse, and you can’t fathom why he’s trying so hard, why he cares so much.

It’s hot in Florida but you feel cold, chilled to the bone. You straighten up. You figure you owe it to him to look up in the eye.

He leaves you breathless, eyes shining in the sun. “It was me,” you say. “You’re Dream.”

“Clay, actually,” he says. His smile widens, and it’s magnificently bold. He’s triumphant, just from your reply, and that alone gives you the slightest bit of hope.

“Clay,” you say. “I’m— I’m not— I don’t know if I’m ready.”

“You don’t have to be.” Clay is quick to reply, hands open and palms up. It’s a complete surrender — putting it all in your hands. “We don’t have to announce it. We don’t have to be anything at all, if you need time. But I would like to be your friend. If— If that’s okay.”

But you want to be close to him. The draw of your strings pulling each other closer and closer makes you want to wrap your arms around him. If he hasn’t rejected you, maybe you can do this. “I– I want to be more than friends, but I’m terrified of you rejecting me. I’m afraid of the string getting cut.”

Clay set his brows, “I won’t let that happen. We’re connected. Fate, ya know?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, and it’s a sigh of relief. “Okay. Maybe I’ll give you my number?”

“I’ll give you mine!” Clay is animated, holding out his hand for your phone. “That way you can text me when you’re ready.”

The red string shines like gold in the Florida sun, and when your fingertips brush, it burns with a satisfying warmth.

#dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken fluff #dreamwastaken fanfic #dreamwastaken x you #mcyt au #dreamwastaken au #mcyt x reader #mcyt fluff

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catgirl-brain · 3 years

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[ENG] Another Night - Kazui Mukuhara Voice Drama

Aand... it's been forever since this came out... I had a lot of trouble deciphering what Kazui was trying to say in some portions, so please take this translation with a grain of salt... It's super rough at some parts, sorry!

Kazui: Alright then… Let’s see how this turns out.

(door swings open)

Es: Sorry for the wait,

(door shuts)

Es: Prisoner number 7, Kazui.

Kazui: Excuse me,

(restrains Es)

Es: W-what!?

Kazui: Sorry, give me a second to be ridiculous here.

Es: (struggling) You…! That’s rude!

Kazui: Now, now… I won’t hurt you, so don’t be afraid…

Kazui: Huh..?

Es: (breaks free and gasps)

Kazui: What’s this…? I’ve suddenly lost my strength…

Es: (heavy breathing) Prisoner number 7, Kazui! Do you have any idea what you’ve just done!? You’ve just committed a serious crime.

Kazui: (hums)

Es: Hey! Are you listening to me, Kazui!?

Kazui: Prison guard-kun fought me when I squeezed them… That’s not the image I got from Futa’s account. I thought you’d overpower me,

Es: Huh?

Kazui: but you tried to get out as soon as I started, and - “What’s this?” I suddenly lost control of my own body.

Es: (huffs) I don’t know all the details either, I just know that a prisoner can’t attack the guard.

Kazui: I see… (laughs) But it’s not like a magic barrier- An old man like me wouldn’t be able to handle that… (As an old man, that helps) Still, in terms of reality… it feels a bit like it was hypnosis.

Es: Hey! I don’t care about that!

Kazui: Hm?

Es: Sit down there, Kazui!

Kazui: (chuckles) Ok, ok.

Es: The manner of these prisoners towards their prison guard... Don’t treat me as if I’m a kid, but that behavior is uncalled for... I'm not going to forgive you (for treating me like that), what do you have to say for yourself?

Kazui: Hmm…

Kazui: (claps) Sorry!

Es: Huh?

Kazui: Really- sorry, sorry! I was worried I’d get injured by you, Prison guard-kun. From now on I’ll try to get information safely. Depending on who they are, everyone has their own method of gathering information.

Es: Huh?

Kazui: I’m an anxious old man, so I just needed to verify if Prison guard-kun was armed or not.

Es: You...To do that sort of thing to me…

Kazui: Mm? I thought it would be fine, but I suppose it wasn’t.

Es: Oh? But I didn't like it.

Kazui: Oh, no no, I don’t mean to offend you. Well, it’s no problem, if we can’t attack you, you can’t attack us, either.

Es: Hmm? (approaches him)

Kazui: What are you doing?

Es: (slaps him)

Kazui: T...that hurts….!

Es: Hey, what’s wrong? I was able to attack you?

Kazui: That was uncalled for-!.. Even so... that seems to be true…

Es: What, should I have said that earlier? Should slap you again to see if it works that time?

Kazui: Aw, I get it! I’ll be patient… (clears throat) I suppose the guard has decided the situation… We’re just scared of unfamiliar situations, don't you hate it - not knowing things?

Kazui: If I can’t expect it, it could hurt me. Even if not, it's better to see first. There’s always something dangerous. And what’s more, from the beginning of this session, you seem unfazed by this “mechanism”- somewhere, it sounds like pieces of something are moving. (??)

Es: What are you trying to say?

Kazui: In other words, we’re divided into the positions of Guard and Prisoner. We’re both trying to glean the information we lack.

Kazui: I think it’s “fair” in that sense.

Es: Me and you guys… we’re “fair”?

Kazui: Well, that’s my guess. I was hoping that Prison guard-kun would agree with me if I decided it was okay.

Es: Hmm… but you’re such a chatty man.

Kazui: (laughs) That’s true (laughs) I’m worried all the time, this old man’s no good.

Es: Well, what you’re saying is pretty interesting. It’s true; at some times I don’t even know everything about MILGRAM.

Kazui: (affirmative hum)

Es: But! I am the Prison Guard of MILGRAM, and you’re a prisoner, that much is true.

Kazui: (hum)

Es: That’s the most important thing here. Now then, Prisoner number 7, Kazui. Let’s get started.

Kazui: Alright, very professional aren’t we? (laughs) Well, let me introduce myself. I like this too. This isn’t my first time introducing myself to you.

Kazui: Once again, it’s Mukuhara Kazui, age 39. Nice to meet you, Prison guard-kun.

Es: Hm. You guys are all murderous prisoners. Kazui, you shouldn’t be so cheerful.

Kazui: Murderous... is that it? Well, you’re not wrong there.

Es: Mm? Confess it then.

Kazui: Confess.. At the very least, I believe I’m a murderer. I admit that. I don’t know if that’s a good way to put it.

Es: A good way to put it…?

Kazui: And that’s all there is, for the most part. To me, there should be no murderers aside from me. (??????????????????????????????????????)

Es: What do you mean?

Kazui: For example, for what reason are you gathering us murderers here? That’s something a crazy person would do. Is there a better word other than “murderer”? The term is too broad.

Es: Hey, Kazui. This isn’t the time to be asking questions.

Kazui: And I’m not recognizable as a murderer, unless you know my crime. Why the hell are we even on trial? It doesn’t make sense.

Es: I don’t give a damn about all that. I am the one who will decide whether to forgive you or not.

Kazui: Oh, is that so? Even though I don’t know who you’re working for?

Es: They’re fluffy. And if there's a problem, they’ll show up.

Kazui: Hm..? It’s something like that..?

Es: Stop acting like a detective, it’s unpleasant.

Kazui: Okay, okay.

Es: (sighs) Kazui. How do you feel about the other prisoners?

Kazui: Oh, that’s a good one. Don’t worry, everyone is well and friendly. The younger ones often get stressed, but there seems to be a good balance.

Es: That answer would be the same no matter who you ask. Don’t worry about conflicts between prisoners.

Kazui: Isn’t that what’s happening right now? I don’t really know what’s in my head, and you don’t know what life is like outside of here (???)

Es: Hm?

Kazui: There's an air of good feelings around the prison. I would be okay with living here forever. Why have you prepared such an environment..?

Es: Hey! Stop trying to get the conversation off track!

Kazui: (laughs) I got caught. Forgive me, alright? I’m an old man, I can’t help teasing kids like you- I have to be a little mischievous.

Es: You’re the same as Shidou. I hate it. I swear, does every adult act this way?

Kazui: (laughs) Did Shidou-kun also do that? He’s really calm, isn’t he? Can’t take that one sitting down.

Es: Are you different? You seem just as childish.

Kazui: Mmm… Does it seem that way? That’s good.

Es: What’s good about that? I don’t get this.

Es: This is a place where your consciousness will reveal itself (?) calculated by the impressions from others, but they can easily lie.

Kazui: This is, this is… You’re pretty tough. (laughs) But you’re not showing your true self, and neither am I.

Es: Hm…

Kazui: But, I’m older, so I have to take more responsibility/I need to try harder when I’m around kids like you. I’m an old man, so I need to keep a smile on my face while hiding my fangs.. Even if you are young.

Es: I see..

Kazui: You can tell I’m lying… Well, that may be the case. Unfortunately for you adults are very good at lying.

Es: Adults, huh?

Kazui: You’ll be stumped(?). Although, maybe you have some mysterious power...

Es: (cute laugh) Hey, Kazui…

Kazui: Yeah?

Es: That’s exactly it.

Kazui: Eh?

Es: I see your weakness. I can look inside you and unravel the sounds of your heart… What’s more, that adult technique. (??)

Kazui: (laughing) What? What’s that supposed to mean?

Es: Stop laughing, it’s unpleasant.

Kazui: (oh hoho…) Oi, oi, What on Earth is going on here….

Es: Are you a sweet-natured man who takes his losses well? Or are you really someone else?

Kazui: (hums)

Es: I’m looking forward to seeing it… Is it possible to hide anything from it? (‘it’ being the MILGRAM machine that produces the songs). I see now...

Es: In time, that’s what I’ll do. I’ll see the vulnerabilities in the lies of a murderer.. Though I’ve already seen through it a while ago.

Kazui: So… You’re going to do all that?

Es: What do you think?

Kazui: Well, it’s not so bad… sounds just like an adult, doesn’t it?

Es: (laughs) Being an adult, huh… Don’t use that as an excuse for you behavior, coward*

Kazui: (offended sound)

Es: In this place, it doesn’t matter whether you’re an adult or a child. MILGRAM forces you to stare deep into yourself, and you can’t escape.

Kazui: I…. see. I don’t care about this place of yours, and it hasn’t even scratched my surface. I just want to be stronger than it. (?)

Kazui: Of course, I’ve killed, and now I have no reservations about breaking any other laws. It’s different… I wonder if I’m in trouble. Nothing has changed, but I don’t know how to feel. Don’t talk to me like you know what I’m feeling, kid.

Es: (offended noise)...

Es: Welcome, Mukuhara Kazui. I feel like we’ve met before… It's nice to meet you. I am Es, the prison guard of MILGRAM.

Kazui: (exhales, chuckles) Starting again, huh? Well, you won't regret it, that kind of relationship would be painful,

Es: That’s alright, isn’t it? Causing you pain is my job.

Kazui: Mm, you’re a pro.

Es: Surely, as just a regular human being, you can’t be totally prepared for this.

(Bell rings, machinery starts whirring)

Kazui: What’s this?

Es: It’s time for your cross-examination. You’ll face your regrets from now on.

Kazui: (sighs) Someone help… this is too much for me…

Es: That’s right, Kazui… show me your true feelings.

Kazui: Ahaha… Well, I’m embarrassed to concede to a child and say all that…

Es: Don’t worry. I’m going to know your soul from now on.

Kazui: Finding the truth of my inner feelings, huh? Alright.

Es: That’s right.

Kazui: Ah… oh, Prison guard-kun?

Es: What is it?

Kazui: This personality of mine… I’ve developed it from living in the world. Could you tell me about your own experiences? It’s a little annoying to have such a one-sided relationship, isn't it?

Es: I’m not interested in myself.

Kazui: That’s a lot of new information to add to the situation… I… I hide my own sins behind a delusion… I don’t know what you will see when it’s opened.

Es: Kazui…

Kazui: How’s that? Can you see how fickle adults are?

Es: Shut up. You’re the one who’s fickle.

Kazui: (laughs) Tough, isn't it? But is it the end?

Es: Prisoner #7, Kazui. Now, sing your sins.

#MILGRAM #voice drama #ミルグラム

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kpopgirl1234bl · 3 years

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Yeah i'm doing good, or that's what i think ahaha, thanks for your concern, hope you're doing great too, remember to stay safe 💖 i'm in the mood for smth cute and funny, would you write a scenario where everytime Bakugou goes out with his s/o he unconsciously puts his hand protective on her waist to stay close cuz she's too inocent and distracted to go alone, and he doesnt notice until Kirishima tells him? thnx honey 💖💖💖

Summary: Kirihima calls out Bakugou when he sees his arm around your waist.

Pairing: Bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

Words: 815

Warning: Nope, just fluff

Request: yes

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You and Bakugou had gone out for some time now, but everything still felt so new to you.

You two kept it mostly secret except for a few close friends. Bakugou would kill them if they told anyone else, especially Deku.

Almost every weekend, you would go out, whether it was to go out to eat, walk, train, or hang out and do nothing.

Sometimes Bakugou even helped you study. You were great at school, but some subjects were still difficult for you to understand.

If you two were studying with your friends, you would mostly sit next to each other and secretly hold hands. But if you with sitting in front of each other, you would link your feet together under the table.

Something Bakugou had noticed every time you two went out was that you were easily distracted by so many things.

Usually, when you guys didn't have school, you guys went to your favorite place to eat.

Bakugou made you open to different kinds of food. Food that you didn't like and food you adored.

Since you were so distracted, you also didn't notice the many hungry stares from other guys when you go out to lunch.

Bakugou would glare at them all, giving them a warning not to mess with him or his precious girl.

When this happened, he unknowingly wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him, but also to show that you're his.

Now since you were pretty innocent and friendly, you didn't know when people flirted with you unless they made it very clear to you.

Many times had Bakugou come back from ordering or the restroom to find somebody flirting with you. It made Bakugou's blood boil. every time

As he walked over to you two, he would appear calm, but Bakugou was thinking of how he could get away with murder.

He would grab the person's arm and turn them towards him, smiling at them very angrily. He would activate his quirk and burn their shoulder just a little so they would get the hint.

After they walked away, Bakugou would sit down and ask you if you were okay and if they hurt you in any way.

After he made sure you were okay, you would sit down and eat, and he would listen to you talk about anything and give you advice when you asked for it.

Bakugou didn't notice how much he had changed around you. It wasn't until Kirishima called him out on it.

TIME SKIP

You and Mina had gotten the Bakusquad together for some lunch. You were walking around window-shopping and trying to figure out where you guys wanted to eat.

You were walking and talking about a manga you and Mina are reading, and you were talking about the latest addition.

Kirishima and Bakugou were talking about their training and how they wanted to improve, also agreeing on training together later.

While talking, Kirishima noticed Bakugou's arm around your waist and how it would pull you closer every time someone looked at you.

"Hey Bakugou, you might wanna loosen your grip on y/n, or else you're gonna squeeze her too much," Kirishima said, pointing to his friend's arm.

"What the hell are you talking about Shittyhair," Bakugou growled.

"Aww, how romantic! I didn't know Bakugou could be so sweet to you y/n." Mina squealed.

Bakugou looked down and saw his arm around your waist and quickly pulled it away.

"Why didn't you say anything dumbass," Bakugou growled.

"I guess I was so distracted that I didn't notice it, sorry, Katuski." You fiddled with your fingers and looked at the ground.

Bakugou couldn't be mad at you. You hadn't done anything wrong, to begin with,

All of a sudden, you felt someone's hand pet your head. You looked up and saw Bakugou trying to hide his blush as he petted your head.

"I'm sorry, it's not your fault, so don't be sad," Bakugou said. You smiled and hugged him, which caught him off guard.

"D-Dumbass! What are you doing!" Bakugou shouted.

"Hugging my boyfriend, anything wrong with that?" You smiled at him.

"Aww, this is too damn cute. I can't take it," Mina squealed. Bakugos blushed and pulled you away from him.

"Let's get going, you extras!" Bakugou shouted, and you all laughed and went after him.

After walking for some time, you felt Bakugou's arm wrap around your waist again. You looked at him and saw he was looking away, but you could see the slight blush on his face.

You leaned in closer to him, and you felt him tighten his grip a little.

"I love you." You whispered to him. You felt him tense for a second, but then he relaxed.

"I love you too, dumbass." He whispered back and kissed your ear.

Overall, pretty good day if you to say so yourself.

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ptergwen · 4 years

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4 times peter loved you and 1 time he said it

warnings: angst, swearing, and flash being a dickwad (love him tho)

a/n: i wasn’t sure if i would ever finish this bc i started in march? and gave up but i really like the concept so i made myself get back into it and AHH i’m really happy with how it turned out! fingers crossed y’all like too ahaha. also this is unrelated but send me requests!

to say you and peter were each other’s missing halves would be an absolute understatement. there wasn’t a secret you didn’t share, an inside joke you didn’t have, a text or call left unanswered, or a second you weren’t on the other’s mind.

it had been like that since your first day of freshman year. you took the seat next to peter in first period spanish, and the rest was history.

peter knew you better than you knew yourself. as cheesy as it sounded, it was true. he could guess what you were going to order at a restaurant before you picked up the menu. if you had a bad day, he’d come over to your place with tissues and hugs, without you having to ask. he knew all the little things.

you? you were a peter parker encyclopedia. you watched all his favorite movies so he could rant to you about them, and you’d actually understand what he was saying. whenever he felt overwhelmed by his chaotic life, you found a way to calm him.

you two were soulmates in best friend form.

best friends, nothing more.

♡ 1.

you had an arm around peter’s neck as you picked at some fruit on his lunch tray. his head was resting comfortably against your cheek, whole body leaning on you. impromtu cuddle sessions weren’t unusual for the two of you. they worked in both of your favors. peter was your own personal heater, and you were just really comfortable to nap on, in his opinion.

“are you gonna eat all my grapes? i was looking forward to those,” peter whined, taking one out of your hand. “are you gonna keep using me as a pillow?” you challenged. he responded by moving his head to your shoulder and chewing. “then, yes. i am gonna eat all your grapes.”

“you know what two people who share food are?” ned chimed in from across the cafeteria table. already knowing what he was implying, you sighed. “what, ned?” he cupped his hand over his mouth like he was about to spill the world’s biggest secret. “a couple.”

it wouldn’t be a regular day without ned trying to play matchmaker for you and peter. the idea made peter scoff. “leave us alone, man. that doesn’t even make sense.” “yes it does!” ned nudged mj for backup. she only raised her hands in defense. it was always a hard pass from her on getting involved in these types of things, unless she found a reason to.

“really? how?” you grabbed peter’s milk and took a sip just for the hell of it. he chuckled at that, forgetting he was supposed to be annoyed with you. a bit of milk dripped down your chin in the process. “oops,” you grimaced at yourself and licked it away.

something about the whole thing made peter’s heart clench. it was so... you were so... cute. cute was definitely the word he was looking for. wait, what? that was new. peter had always thought you were pretty and all, but he’d never found himself endeared like this over such a little thing you did. or had he? no. nope. it was ned’s stupid theory messing with him. that was all.

“y/n, dude, everyone knows it’s a thing. like, why else would someone give up their whole lunch? it’s flirting,” ned interrupted peter’s sudden thoughts about your cuteness. the smug look on his face made you want to throw the tray at him.

before you even joined their friend group, ned was on a mission to set the two of you up. peter described you to him and mj as “the actual sweetest girl ever. she makes me laugh a lot. you guys gotta meet her.” mj obviously ‘tsked’ at him, but a light bulb went off in ned’s head. peter was crushing. he just didn’t know it yet.

part of how you and peter got so close was that ned and mj used to back out of group plans. you’d end up hanging out alone most of the time. of course, it was ned’s idea. a successful idea, yes, but neither of you understood the obsession. apparently it was a guy in the chair’s duty to be a good wingman, and you should leave it to him. whatever that meant.

“if i remember correctly, you and your mom went halfsies on a piece of cake at your birthday party last year. what are you trying to tell us, leeds?” mj asked with a smirk. you and peter looked at each other and burst into laughter, ned’s mouth hanging open. the girl could really get someone when she wanted to.

“shut up, you guys! that’s different!” “so is y/n stealing my food and you calling it sharing,” peter made a point of saying more to you than ned. despite his words, he pushed the tray over to you. it was basically yours, anyway.

you thanked him with a pat on his cheek and popped more grapes into your mouth. in that moment, peter decided he’d get you all the grapes in the world if he could. jeez, he seriously needed to reel it in.

ned was only going to keep going now. “see that? peter’s such a sweet boyfriend. isn’t he, y/n?” he cooed and clasped his hands under his chin. you didn’t have the chance to change the topic before flash appeared at your table. he’d probably overheard your conversation. “penis parker is somebody’s boyfriend? good one.”

feeling peter tense up next to you, you put a hand on his shoulder to let him know you were there. you’d been in too many of these situations. the way flash talked to peter pissed you off in ways you didn’t think were possible. he was fine with everybody else, so why did he choose to pick on him? peter was the least deserving person of having to put up with it from anyone.

“just ignore him, okay? he’ll get bored and leave. works every time,” you reminded peter. too uneasy to say anything, he reached back and put his hand on top of yours. he tried to focus on how nice your touch felt instead of the fact that he was about to be humiliated by flash yet again.

“peter could totally get a girlfriend! he has, like, tons of girls after him,” ned attempted to back peter up, pleased with himself. groaning, peter put his head down on the table. he couldn’t bare to watch his friend destroy what was left of his social life. “you’re really pushing this now. stop talking,” mj warned in a whisper yell to ned. that didn’t stop flash from hearing her.

“she’s right. even parker agrees! look at him,” he snickered at peter’s embarrassed state. you’d had more than enough of him at that point. screw the silence. it wasn’t going to cut it for this one. while wingman ned was still making up stories, you tapped peter’s shoulder to find out how he was doing. his head remained down.

“you okay? want me to say something?” “i’m used to it, and no. i don’t wanna make you deal with him.” peter hated putting his issues on other people, but you couldn’t stand another second of listening to the things flash was saying. you cut into an argument between him and ned about peter’s body count. like his was any higher.

“fuck off, flash!” he stopped in the middle of his sentence. “huh?” “i said fuck off. anyone would be so lucky to date peter. you’re probably salty at him all the time because it’ll never be you,” you finally snapped. his tough guy persona faltered for a few seconds at your words, ned and mj taking the opportunity to high five you for telling him off.

peter was glad his head was still down because his cheeks were pinker than he’d like to admit. did you really mean that? would you be lucky to date him, too?

“what are you, president of the parker protection squad? or are you two a thing?” flash quickly recovered. there he went trying to get the last word in. the embarrassment for peter if you denied it was exactly what he wanted, but you weren’t letting him have it.

“ask me again some other time.” you plastered on a shit-eating grin and waved goodbye. unsatisfied with your answer, flash huffed his way back to his own table. after he was gone, peter looked up at you with something you’d never seen before twinkling in his eyes.

“thank you, y/n. you really didn’t have to say all of that.” “oh, no. don’t thank me. i‘d do it for you anytime. i am president of the parker protection squad, after all.” your fake smile turned into a genuine one for him. peter couldn’t help but mirror it.

his was heart doing that thing again. he guessed it was because he loved you so much, but this love felt different somehow. it wasn’t the friend kind of love he’d had for you all those years.

it was the kind of love he saw in the rom coms you made him watch when you got to pick for movie night. cupid’s love was the official name for it. when he put two and two together, the realization smacked him straight in the face. ned was right.

peter was starting to fall in love with you, and there was no way he could stop.

♡ 2.

peter was a workaholic. patrolaholic to be exact, especially when he had a reason. he’d sometimes find himself in a cycle of getting home late and going out early for days on end. he’d gotten used to the sleep deprivation. his grumbling stomach from missing meals wasn’t too big of a deal either. not when he had a city to save.

it was also a good distraction from everything else going on in his life. man, did he need a distraction. after peter came to terms with the fact that he loved loved his best friend, he narrowed it down to two options; telling you about his feelings or taking them to his grave. since the city was so busy, he was thankful he could throw himself into patrolling and not decide just yet.

may would usually only allow peter to patrol on weekends. school existed, and he had to take breaks. peter really wanted to help out more, so he proposed an idea that could potentially let him up it to the full seven days. he had to make it home in one piece every night for a trial week. that would prove to may he could handle it.

ignoring his black eye on tuesday and limp on thursday, it worked out. peter was positive he could finish off the week just fine. may didn’t have the same optimism. she decided that so much as a scratch on friday and it was strike three. friday came, and peter had impressively managed to end the day, like he thought, just fine.

he did one last swing around the neighborhood he was in, then started heading back to queens to gloat to may. on his way, he remembered he had to text you goodnight. he was bound by a pinky swear to you that he would do it every time he finished patrolling.

peter being spider-man was something you figured out only a few months after he got his powers. he technically exposed himself, and you pieced everything together. it all happened when spider-man offered to walk you home from school one day.

the way he rubbed the back of his neck while asking was a nervous habit that was oddly familiar, and urged you to say yes. you also thought it was strange how even though he didn’t ask for your address, he somehow knew where he was taking you. then again, he was spider-man. it was his job to know new york city and the people living in it.

you came to the conclusion you were making things up until he was about to leave. he walked you to the door of your apartment building and said, “stay safe, squirt.” nobody called you that besides peter. he came up with it because he had recently grown a few inches taller and could finally give you hell for being the short one.

needless to say, peter didn’t take off like he was intending to. he realized his slip up as soon as the nickname came out of his mouth. you brought him upstairs and had a long afternoon of questioning, explanations, and making promises.

peter typed out a message telling you he was fine and to go to sleep. as he was about to hit send, he swung too low and smacked his head right into a traffic light. that was what he got for texting while swinging. he could imagine mj giving him one of her famous safety lectures already, but that wasn’t first on his list of worries. he had a throbbing head and may’s third strike to deal with.

crap, may couldn’t know about this. she’d ban him from patrolling probably forever. going home was out of the question, but peter was in desperate need of an ice pack. there was already a bump forming from where the light hit him. his next choice would be to go to happy, only he couldn’t do that because he‘d tell may.

peter’s hands worked faster than his brain, and he started swinging over to your apartment. the overthinking began soon after. nobody wants to deal with a surprise appearance from their possibly concussed friend at 2 a.m. besides, what would he say? he’d barely seen you all week. it wasn’t fair to you, but it was too late to turn back.

peter landed on the sidewalk with an “oof” and crawled up the wall of your building. when he reached your window, he knocked in the same rhythm that he always did. no answer. he knocked louder. no answer again.

seeing as he had no other option, peter had to let himself in. he pushed on your window to see if it was unlocked. thank god it slid up then, but he made a mental note to remind you about keeping it locked another time. he climbed through the window with as little noise as possible so your family wouldn’t hear.

after navigating in the dark, peter pulled off his mask by the side of your bed. he instantly melted at the sight of you. your face was squished into your pillow, hair sprawled everywhere. you’d must have fallen asleep waiting for his text because you were holding your phone. peter was sure he’d never seen something so adorable.

he let himself stand there and watch the peaceful rise and fall of your chest. the bump on his head was no longer a priority. peter was utterly and completely entranced with you. god, why was he acting like this? oh, right. he was secretly in love with you.

before peter could help himself, he brushed some hair that had fallen into your eyes away with his fingers. you squirmed in your sleep, peter pulling his hand back. he was such an idiot sometimes. your eyes fluttered open and landed on him.

“peter? ‘s that you?” you squinted to see in the darkness of your room. he moved closer. your legs dangled over the bed as you slowly sat up. “yeah, it’s me. sorry to wake you.” he went to scratch his head out of nerves, but stopped when he remembered it really freaking hurt right there.

“‘s okay. i was hoping you’d come over soon. missed you all week.” you frowned at the red and blue clad boy in front of you. except for school, you hadn’t seen peter the past few days. “lots of crime to fight lately?” “missed you more, and yeah. been kicking lots of asses.” the awkwardness peter was imaging faded away when he plopped down next to you on your bed.

“how’s your eye doing? and the limp?” you turned his head towards you by his chin. he exhaled in relief. “getting better, i think. now that we’re talking about injuries...” the sleepiness was knocked out of you. you all but leapt to your feet and turned on the lamp by your bed. peter had a feeling you’d slightly freak.

“we’ve been making small talk and you’re hurt? what happened, peter?” “i-i sort of, um, i was texting you and swung into a traffic light.” “oh my god, where?” he pointed at his forehead with a weak smile. surely enough, there was a big bump. you gasped. “please don’t be mad at me.” “i’m not mad at you. just feel bad it was kinda my fault. do you think you have a concussion?”

you weren’t sure what to do beyond the mostly useless first aid videos they played in gym class. being an avenger, peter had had his share of experience with wounds. whenever he came to you hurt, he talked you through how to help him. the most you’d ever dealt with was a few particularly deep cuts. this was not the same.

“i‘m not sure. you could try that finger thing?” he suggested. you crouched down in front of him. “good idea. let’s do that.” as you waved your index finger back and forth and peter’s eyes followed it seemingly well, his mind was elsewhere. he was thinking about crawling into bed with you and sleeping in your arms.

“well, you passed or whatever they say. i’m pretty sure you don’t have a concussion. you’ll heal fast because of... you know.” you stood up and mimicked the way he shoots his webs. peter chuckled quietly. your thumb ran lightly over his bump, making him wince. “how bad does it feel?” “on a scale from one to ten it’s, like, a five and a half.”

although not what you wanted to hear, it was manageable. you hoped so, at least. “i’m gonna go get some stuff. change into comfortable clothes.” “yes, doctor y/n.” peter saluted you. you were happy to see he still felt up to joking around. biting your lip to hold back a smile, you made your way to the kitchen.

peter searched through the spare clothes he’d left here over the years. there were so many, you had to give him a drawer. he changed into pajama pants and a t-shirt, then sat back down criss cross on your bed.

you came in shortly after with a water bottle, two advil, and an ice pack wrapped in a towel. “i was kidding about the whole doctor thing, you know.” “too bad.” you handed him the advil and water. “take these. they’ll help until your magic healing powers kick in.” peter took the pills while you pressed the ice pack to his bump. he took it from you when he was finished.

“is that any better?” “much better. i’m all good. i should probably go soon.” he mumbled, not meaning it but also not wanting to overstay his welcome. you’d already done so much for him. you stopped him from getting up by putting a hand on his chest.

“what? you already changed, and i’m not sending you home to get killed by may. just stay.” “are you sure? i don’t wanna bother you anymore. it was annoying for me to come here so late in the first place.”

a frown set on your face. “peter, don’t you remember my promise?” there was a beat of silence while he thought about it. “that you’d help out with spidey stuff?” “however and whenever i can. i don’t know what made you think differently just now, but nothing’s gonna change that. doesn’t matter if it’s the middle of the night or early in the morning. i’m always here.”

only you could reassure him just like that. peter was really lucky to have you. really, really lucky.

“right. you’re right. sorry for... whatever that was.” “you apologize too much.” you poked his chest to punctuate your statement and switched the light off. “sorry for that, too,” he teased, wanting a reaction from you. “peter benjamin parker, just get in the bed.” “yes, ma’am.” that was enough before you changed your mind and threw him out.

you rolled to lay on the other side of peter. still pressing the ice pack to his head, he laid down next to you. it didn’t take long for both of you to be settled under the covers. “try not to bang into the wall or something,” you joked and pulled your comforter up to your chin.

peter puffed some air out of his cheeks, tugging more of it back. “you can’t be mean and hog the blanket.” “it’s my bed, so i actually can. i’ll hog everything.”

to prove your point, you moved over to peter until there was no room between you. both of you knew it was an excuse to cuddle. he wasn’t mad about it at all. peter opened an arm for you. you curled into his side, letting him hold you close. his whole body relaxed as you hugged him against you. “goodnight, spidey.” “night, squirt.”

♡ 3.

“what does that cloud look like to you?” you pointed up at the sky. peter’s eyes darted around as he tried to find exactly which one you were talking about. there were a lot of them, in his defense. you made a big circle with your finger around the cloud in question.

“the really curvy one. right there.” “kinda looks like a tiger. can we keep walking now?” peter tugged your arm linked in his in an attempt to move you from the spot you’d randomly stopped in. he made a whiny noise when you didn’t budge.

“i think it looks more like a horse, and no. why are you in such a rush?” furrowing your brows at him, you tightened your grip on his arm. “because some people don’t like cloud watching, grandma.” “i only asked you about one! i’m just... trying to get the most out of today.”

with college around the corner, you and peter both had a lot to do and a little bit of time to get it done. your only hangouts had become some shared extracurriculars and weekly study group with your other friends. trying to binge watch your shows together on facetime hadn’t been easy, for one thing. you fumbled to keep your phone up more than you payed attention.

on a more serious note, being apart sucked majorly. it was going to be this times a million when you would inevitably have to split up in a few months. thinking about it for too long usually made you cry.

peter was struggling in other ways. his more than a friend feelings for you were only getting stronger. having all that love and not being able to give it to you was hurting like hell, and he had to just pack everything up and act normal during the rare moments you were together. you were both going through it.

this was the first sunday in what felt like forever that you and peter were both free. you decided that the nice weather called for a meetup at central park. so, there you were, arm in arm on your afternoon stroll.

“don’t say it like that, y/n. you’re making me sad.” peter let out a breath as you rested your head on his shoulder. “that was the point.” you started walking again, peter following next to you. he kicked at pebbles while you smiled up at him. that made him smile at his feet. you were getting really good at making him flustered.

“so, did you finish that pre calc packet?” peter asked to distract himself. you lifted your head off his shoulder with a groan. “peter, we’re not talking about school for once. let’s talk about literally anything else.” “like what?” you were about to make a suggestion, but something caught your attention.

you raced over to a swingset, dragging peter along with you before he could realize where you were taking him. you stopped in front of it and threw your hands up to present it to him. he let out a breathy laugh. “when was the last time you went on one of these?” you asked, taking peter’s arm again. peter shook his head. “way too long ago.”

with a smile, you walked him over and took a seat on one of the swings. peter sat on the one next to you. you spun around in a circle to see how much you could twist the chains, peter laughing. “y/n, what are you doing?” “having fun. you should try it sometime.” he backed up to get himself started and grabbed his own chains. “i do have fun. it’s just not in the ways you think.”

you untwisted yourself to watch peter. “so, how?” “well,” he started going higher, “i like learning about stuff, even the things we have to in school.” “everybody knows that. that’s the first thing i thought of.” you did know everything possible about him.

everything except his new feelings for you, but this wasn’t the time for him to blurt that out. he was still figuring out when or if he should.

“guess i’m not gonna say i like movies, either.” “singing?” you were swinging next to him, turning it into an unspoken competiton for who could get the highest. peter slowed down a bit since he’d had a head start. “i suck. the only person who’s allowed to hear me is you.”

“it’s possible to suck at something and still enjoy it.” the breeze blew your hair around, peter seeing it from the corner of his eye. he’d always loved how carefree you were around him. it rubbed off.

“remind me to force you to do karaoke one day.” “you’re so annoying.” that motivated you to kick off harder on the ground. peter huffed and tried to catch up to you. “don’t be mean to your only source of fun.” if that wasn’t true, he would’ve came up with a comeback.

the only time peter remembered to relax was when he was with you. it was usually because you reminded him. he skidded to a stop on the swing and looked up at you.

“why’d you let me win? was that too mean?” you looked over your shoulder. “nah, i just got tired.” “oh. we can do something else now. catch me?” “sure,” peter chuckled and got off the swing. he stood in front of you on the grass and waited for you to get lower. you clenched your teeth into a nervous smile.

“ready?” “ready.” swinging towards him, you jumped off and expected to land in his arms. you ended up completely on top of him instead.

the wind was knocked out of both of you, but peter had it worse because he broke your fall. your hands were on his shoulders and one of his was around your lower back. neither of you realized the position you were in. you were too busy trying to breathe again.

“god, that hurt.” “my bad,” peter mumbled. in any other circumstance, he wouldn’t be complaining about this. “i should’ve warned you or something,” you dismissed him.

you were still hovering over peter, your lips dangerously close to his. he could’ve sworn they almost touched. that was when you got off of him. he only forced out a laugh. nothing ever went his way. you offered him a hand, oblivious to his inner conflict. peter took it and pulled himself up, falling into step next to you as you headed to another path.

that could’ve been a chance to make some sort of move, and he blew it.

♡ 4.

it hadn’t been easy for peter to move on from that day. his mind kept replaying the split second you almost kissed on an endless loop, and all he could do was come up with what he should’ve done in the moment.

things were getting to a point where he had no clue how to act around you. being your friend was hard, but becoming your boyfriend would be that much harder. his stupid feelings put him in an awkward place, and he was afraid you were starting to realize. he couldn’t lose you altogether.

you asked peter to meet you for coffee after school. it was this small place in between your apartments you’d both been to once before. they had really good cookies and an overall cozy feeling you liked. peter wasn’t sure what this was all about.

were you going to confront him? did ned say something? maybe it was a mistake to confide in his most gossipy friend about how he felt.

with a headache from stress and a heavy backpack hanging off his shoulders, peter walked into the café. he spotted you at a table near the window. you’d already taken the liberty of ordering, two drinks and a chocolate chip cookie waiting there. you looked up from your phone when peter pulled a chair out.

“hi.” you gave him a small smile and put your phone down. “i already got everything.” peter shrugged off his backpack with a grin. he sat down facing you. “thanks. sorry i’m kinda late. i had to stop at my locker.” you usually met him there. come to think of it, why hadn’t you today? you pushed peter’s drink over to him. “you’re fine. i came here early to get us a table, anyway.” phew.

peter bent the straw to his iced macchiato and took a sip. it made him feel grown up, casually drinking coffee with you over a boring conversation. adult life must’ve sucked. “so, how was the rest of your day?” he asked to fill the silence. you only had two classes without him after lunch, so that was a dumb question. he’d never had so much trouble talking to you.

“eh. betty fell asleep on me during this cold war documentary we had to watch.” “didn’t she say american history is her favorite?” you broke off a piece of the cookie with a laugh. “not after that. what about your day?” the light from the window was shining directly on you, blocking out everything else from peter’s view. he wanted to tell you how beautiful you were so bad, but that would be creepy.

you took a bite of your cookie and raised an eyebrow. he was staring. “uh, nothing interesting. i’m gonna patrol a little bit later.” peter sipped his drink again. you clicked your tongue and let out a breath. “that’s all you do these days.” he knew you were catching on to how off he’d been. what was he supposed to say? it would’ve helped if he’d prepared a few excuses.

“just trying to help out while i’m still here.” that was a half truth. “yeah, but you should still take some time for yourself.” you ripped open your straw wrapper and blew it at peter. he caught it just before it hit his face. rolling your eyes, you put the straw into your drink. “i hate your reflexes sometimes.” he shrugged one of his shoulders casually. “jealousy is a disease.”

neither of you said anything for a few minutes. you stared out the window while peter finished the rest of the cookie. he could tell something was on your mind. whenever you were deep in your thoughts, you sort of zoned out like this.

he was too nervous to ask you what was wrong because of the conversation you just had. it sounded like you had already considered he was being distant before today. his feelings aside, he needed to reassure you. that was more important.

“y/n?” you turned your head to look at him. “yeah?” peter’s gaze shifted from you to his thumbs twiddling in his lap. “i know we’ve both been really... busy lately, but i’m still here. don’t forget that.” a hint of a smile played on your lips. you would’ve hugged him if you could reach. “thank you, peter. i kinda needed to hear that.” he nudged your leg under the table. “of course. hey, you wanna come with me tonight?”

a couple of hours later, you were in peter’s arms on a rooftop that was much higher up than it looked. he insisted on taking you for a swing so you could get the full experience. he’d been trying to get you to do this for the longest time, so he wondered what made you agree today. you wanted to find out what was so enjoyable about it.

“i trust you, but you’re not gonna drop me, right?” your legs were around his waist, and he had one hand supporting you by your back. that wasn’t terrifying at all. you grabbed peter’s shoulders, the idea of it making you nervous. he wrapped his arm tighter around you.

“oh my god, no. i can always web you back up.” “peter! that’s not funny.” even behind the mask, you could tell he was smirking. “you’re always safe with me, squirt. don’t worry.” you brought your arms up to loop around his neck.

“i feel better now.” “good. i’m gonna jump when we get to the edge, okay?“ your whole body stiffened up. peter could sense it. as excited as he was to share this with you, he didn’t want to make you feel pressured. “or we don’t have to do it.” his voice was quiet. you tried to relax in his hold. “i’m just gonna close my eyes. i think that’ll help.” “we’re about to find out.”

peter started walking towards the edge of the building with you holding on even tighter to him, your eyes squeezed shut. he kept finding himself in situations where he was close to you in the ways he’d been wishing for, but never for the same reasons. it was bittersweet.

he bit down on his lip and aimed his free hand at a building. you squealed when he leaned back. “i’m jumping now,” he prepared you, and before you could respond, you were in the air. you hid your face in peter’s chest the second you felt yourself pretty much flying.

“what the fuck, you like this?” you had to yell so he could hear you. peter shot another web to keep swinging. “it’s really not that bad! try looking up!” he shouted back, clearly amused.

grip tightening around his neck, you slowly pulled your face away from him. he kept you close as he swung. you somehow convinced yourself you weren’t going to die by looking at something besides peter. your eyes landed on the sky behind his head.

the sun was almost completely set, deep pink and orange merging together against the glowing lights of the city. you were finally understanding why he liked this so much. it was beautiful.

peter peeked at you for a second to check on you. he swore his heart was going to explode out of his chest. the look of adoration on your face, it was even better than the view. it was the view. the little moments where peter got to see you this way made him realize how in love with you he really was.

“this is... wow. i get it now,” you laughed in disbelief, watching as the city whirled past you. peter smiled so big it hurt. “pretty awesome, huh?” one of your hands slid back down to his shoulder. “take me with you more often.”

♡ 5.

peter licked his lips out of habit as he held the door open for may, who was following behind him with a look of pride. he was about to graduate high school. the ceremony was being held in a really nice stadium-like place. trying to find it added minutes on to the parker tradition of being late to everything important.

peter wasn’t as concerned with his tardiness as he was with finding you.

while he tossed and turned in bed the night before, he went over his whole school year in his head. that meant little things and big things. he was starting to drift off until he remembered a conversation with ned a few weeks back. they decided on a deadline for peter to tell you about his feelings, and it was before graduation.

they chose it because if peter got rejected, he’d be over it by the time college started. that was the goal.

it wasn’t that peter had changed his mind. it was that he completely forgot. he didn’t have a solid plan for what he should do. these things needed to be decided way in advance. he ended up pulling something together last minute because it was you. plus, this extra pressure gave him the push to go through with it. somewhere between steps seven and eight, he passed out.

may rushed him to get ready because he’d slept past his alarm. the whole morning was a mess, and he had at most fifteen minutes to confess his love to you by the time he got there.

“you should go make sure you’re marked here. i’ll see you after. love you.” may pressed a kiss to his cheek and half-jogged to the auditorium for a seat. he squeezed her arm and headed off to check in. your whole grade was already lined up along the walls for what looked like miles. the deal was to tell you before graduation. he still had about ten minutes.

peter walked past hundreds of students with his heartbeat thumping in his ears. everyone was in alphabetical order, so it didn’t take too long to find you. relief washed over you when you saw peter. you were worried he wouldn’t show up at all. his cap was in his hand, hair getting tangled from running his fingers through it. he looked at you with pleading eyes.

“finally, i’ve been trying to call you all morning. where were you?” your tone was dripping with concern. “i overslept. there’s something i gotta tell you, y/n.” he gulped. you smiled in a way that was kind of pitying. “we’re about to start going inside. i- you have to wait, pete. go get lined up.”

this wasn’t how it was going to end. not again.

he looked around to see who was watching, then he grabbed your wrist. “peter, what are you-“ “just come with me really quick.” despite yourself, you let him lead you down the hallway. you dodged a couple of teachers having a conversation and went into a bathroom that was vacant by some chance. he let go of you after the door shut. you stood behind it while he walked over to a sink.

it was making you anxious to not be out there. you could be late. peter was the same way when it came to school, so you knew this had to be pretty serious. you gave up the battle with yourself and made your way over to him. he was looking at himself in the mirror, trying to get a stray curl back in place.

“let me help.” you stood next to him. he turned to face you, that same look of urgency still in his eyes. you used two fingers to brush through his hair. there was so much gel that it was wet enough to mess with. you smiled a bit and took your hand out of his hair. his hand was gripping the sink.

“you look good, pete. you smell good, too.” “so do you.” his voice was lower than usual. you flattened out the material of your blue gown. “thanks. so, talk to me. what’s up?”

the question was so simple, but way too many answers were running through peter’s brain. he wasn’t even sure he’d have enough time to explain everything now. this was why he needed a written out and carefully crafted plan.

but, like he said to himself last night, this was you. his best friend in the entire world and any other that might exist. the person who’s been there for his most embarrassing moments, and who’s been responsible for some of his best ones. if he couldn’t finally say the three words he’d said to you so many times before, what was the point?

his fingers drummed a steady rhythm while he mustered up the last remaining bit of courage in him. you watched him expectantly, waiting for him to say something. “just, um...” he was stalling. he pulled his hand off the sink. “i... love you.” peter only glanced at you for a second, too afraid to see your reaction. “i love you, too. is everything okay?” his heart sank. you thought he meant it in the friend way.

that was what he got for being so terrible with words.

“no, y/n. not like that.” he blurted. you were lost. peter pressed his back against the wall and sat down. confused and equally worried, you sat next to him on the floor. “then what do you mean? you’re scaring me.” he checked the watch may made him wear to see how much time was left before graduation. four minutes. he really should’ve woken up on time.

“we have to get back in line soon. i don’t wanna miss-“ “i love you, y/n. i’m in love with you.” a weight that had been on peter’s chest for months was lifted just by saying it. you squinted your eyes at him, but said nothing.

“i’ve been trying to tell you for a while, and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same. i just had to say it.” “fuck, are you serious?” you sounded what peter could only describe as disappointed. yeah, it was unrequited. here came a summer of crying. “i was gonna tell you first.”

peter’s breath hitched in his throat, and he swore you could hear it. he was so sleep deprived that it felt like he was hallucinating. you shook your head as heat came to your cheeks.

“how long have you...” peter trailed off, an eye crinkling smile interrupting him. “that day we went for coffee. something clicked, so i thought for a while and figured it out. i think i’ve loved you for a really long time.”

you inched closer to peter, just barely resting your head on his shoulder. for once, you felt like the shy one. he put his hand on top of yours. his thumb traced over each of your fingers. “i’d ask you out, but you know. we don’t really have time.”

“peter, it won’t take that long.” you giggled. he squeezed your hand in his. “hm. y/n, would you wanna go out with me after this?” you thought about teasing him for it, but he was right. you had to go. that was the friend still in you. “i’d love to go out with you, peter.”

with that, you both jumped to your feet and ran out of the bathroom. you were still holding hands, and a few classmates made faces when you rushed past them to get to your spots. you exchanged one last smile with peter before lining up.

the person in front of you said everybody was looking for you two. honestly, you didn’t care all that much. you were too excited for your date later. peter already knew he’d be checking his watch throughout the whole ceremony.

it was a best friend and soulmate thing.

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Hi!! Could you do "It was a hospital bed, and A slipped in carefully to lie beside B all night" for a Royai fic from that prompt list? Thank you!! ❤️❤️

hello anon!! thanks for the prompt aaaah I had a lot of fun toying with it in between work and the other shenanigans that have been cropping up this week <3 I hope you don't mind the somewhat unusual ending ahaha I dimly recall writing a few other fics indirectly responding to this prompt (here and here!) so I wanted to try something slightly different from my usual fare 👉🏻👈🏻 part of this was also originally from a two-shot I'm working on, tweaked to fit the prompt hehe. I hope you enjoy!!! 🥰

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Riza can think of a million reasons why hospitals are awful.

First, the food. She’s not sure if it’s as nutritious as they make it out to be; there are times when she wonders if it’s even edible. She’s had worse, of course - hospital food isn’t as bad as ration bars - but she’s quickly getting tired of eating plain yoghurt and bland porridge every day, for every single meal.

Second, the stench. Riza hates that every inch of the place smells like a victim of obsessive cleanliness; she has to resist the urge to upchuck every time the door opens and the smell of chemicals and antiseptic filters in like an unwanted guest.

Third, the fact that she’s sharing a room with a man who, at this point, is behaving more like a cat on hot bricks than a disciplined soldier is quickly driving her insane. She’d readily agreed to be his caretaker, of course; Riza doubts there’s anyone else capable of dealing with his antics and ever-growing anxiety. But after hearing him sigh and toss and turn in his bed for the fifty-eighth time that night (she’d counted, because she was bored out of her wits, and there was nothing else she could do other than sleep or stare at the ceiling, per doctor’s orders), Riza decides she’s just about had enough.

She looks at him from her bed. He’s presently engaged with twiddling his thumbs, thinking out loud.

Riza sighs and rises from her bed quietly. She brings the IV stand along with her - an unnecessary inconvenience - and carefully slips into his bed once she’s made sure that the tubes and wires connected to them are tangle-free.

“I never pegged you as an opportunist, Lieutenant,” he murmurs, despite her best efforts to be discreet. “Sleeping with your commanding officer while he’s blind?”

“You could always court martial me later, sir,” Riza deadpans. “Now scoot over.”

Luckily, he obliges without much retort.

“Your wish is my command.”

Riza huffs. She adjusts the thin, scraggly piece of linen that the hospital justifies as a blanket - another downside of this shitty place - and makes sure he’s probably covered, warm.

“Three words,” she mutters.

“Eight letters?”

“Twelve, actually.”

Roy raises a brow. “What could it be?”

“Would you like to wager a guess, sir?”

“Not really.”

“You’re an idiot,” she says. Roy laughs, and it’s a tiny little sound that is so discordant with his current mood, but it’s at least genuine. “Now go to sleep.”

“Alright, alright.”

He stops fidgeting, for a while. Riza closes her eyes and attempts to fall asleep - and she actually does, for a while - at least until she hears the sheets rustling again, the movement and tension coming from beside her. She groans softly.

“You should sleep, sir.”

She feels him stiffen. Roy smiles sheepishly, looking right through her like she’s not there. It still unnerves her how this is probably going to be their new normal: him without his sight. Her as his eyes.

“Sorry.”

Riza frowns. An apology is not the answer she wants. What she wants is for him - or them both, actually - to sleep and rest and properly recuperate so that they can have a speedy recovery, so that they can get out of here as soon as possible.

“Bad dreams?” she asks, because it’s the exact same thing that’s been haunting her. (She’s lucky her throat makes it impossible for her to scream or kick up a fuss; she’d hate for Roy to stumble blindly through the room in what he probably thinks is an act of chivalry and/or heroism.)

He shrugs.

“Then and now,” he offers. His smile fades, and he lapses into an unexpected moment of vulnerability. “Hard to differentiate between day and night nowadays, too.”

And because Riza doesn’t know what to say, she simply brushes her knuckles against his.

Roy returns the gesture, drawing indiscernible patterns on the back of her hand with his bandaged one.

“Well, it’s almost midnight now, sir.”

He lets out a small laugh, but it’s painfully hollow.

Riza shifts slightly. It’s a bit of a tight squeeze - hospital beds are clearly not meant for two persons (or anything inappropriate) - but it doesn’t bother her all that much. She just wishes there’s more she can do, to comfort him. Make him feel a little less gloomy.

“It feels like I’ve been sleeping for years.”

“If it helps reduce the incidents of you falling asleep during office hours, then you should get more sleep now, while you can.”

Roy turns, like he’s searching for her, even though there’s not much closer she can be at this point. He exhales shakily. She feels his hand trembling against hers, and responds with a gentle caress. (She knows he’s still feeling guilty, probably berating himself internally about their predicament, about what transpired beforehand. And to be fair, there’s a part of her that’s still angry about all that's happened underground. They’ll probably have to talk about it, at some point, but probably not now — not when they’re both still drugged up and only half-lucid.)

“Humour me, Lieutenant.”

“What?”

“I can’t sleep,” he confesses. Dimly, Riza notes that his voice has taken on a somewhat petulant edge — like a child complaining about their bedtime, but she doesn’t comment on it. Being nearly bedridden for a week is enough to drive her nuts, too. “I’ve tried counting sheep and all that shit, and it’s just — it’s not working.”

Riza sighs. She’s tired, yes, but she’s also aware that she’s probably not going to get any sleep at this rate. She tries to think of ways to stave off his restlessness. Reading is one — she can probably bore him into sleep with a Xingese recitation (she’s gotten pretty good at that lately), but she’s technically not supposed to be talking much. Alcohol is another, but neither of them are supposed to be drinking (and besides, the only form of alcohol available in hospitals isn’t meant for human consumption). Maybe chess, then. She’s not particularly keen on playing a game of chess, now (because she just wants to sleep), but she thinks it’ll help exhaust some of his boundless energy.

“We could play a game of chess, if you want. Breda was kind enough to drop a vinyl board here in the afternoon.”

“I can’t see —“

“I’ll tell you where I move my pieces.”

He frowns, clearly not liking the idea. “You’re not supposed to be talking much, Lieutenant.”

“I’m fine,” she insists, turning to pour a cup of water for herself before continuing. “I won’t have to speak much — unless you’re being a nuisance or a cheat or a fraud.”

He laughs. “I’ll be none of those things, Lieutenant.”

“Good.”

She sets up the board on his bed and helps him sit up. Riza lets him play white.

“It’s your move, sir.”

“You’ve made yours?”

“No. You’re playing white.”

“Tough. It’ll be more embarrassing if I end up losing.”

Riza smiles. “Well, we don’t know that yet, sir.”

He opens with pawn to e4. She helps him move his pieces and parrots her movements back to him. Pawn to e4, too. Pawn to d4. Same here. A closed game, not quite like his usual aggressive style of playing.

Riza watches as he frowns with intensity. It’s probably more a test of memory than strategy for him at this point. She wonders if there’s a way he can adapt to chess, to the military’s utilitarian (and frankly unsympathetic) demands now that his sight’s impaired.

(Life is so unlike chess, Riza thinks, in spite of Roy’s silly metaphors that postulate otherwise. The rules are never fixed, and the universe is always rife with uncertainty. It’s not like chess, where you can predict your opponents’ moves if you get good enough. Neither of them had expected that he’d be here right now, losing sleep and contemplating life over a chessboard while blind.)

He clucks his tongue, reciting a series of movements from memory. The Blackmar-Diemer. Riza smiles indulgently.

Still as aggressive as ever, sir.

Of course.

The game quickly becomes a round of blitz, and though he manages to open his lines and mount a rather decent attack, it’s clear that he has trouble recalling after the eighteenth move. It's still an impressive feat, though. Better than the average layperson.

“Check,” Riza announces, conversationally. Technically, she’d had the advantage, both on the board (and in real life). It shouldn’t really count, and besides, checkmate isn’t her objective — it’s to get her commanding office to sleep.

“Well-played,” Roy hums. He’s strangely still in his bed as he closes his eyes, rubbing at his temples — presumably to ease off an oncoming migraine. It happens a lot, when he’s in deep thought, when he’s over thinking. Thinking too much for his own good. “I need to work on my recall, I think.”

“I think so too, sir.”

He laughs, but the sound is again empty, foreign. It is so at odds with his usual smirks and unbridled laughter (when he’s laughing at someone else, or a joke made at somebody’s expense), like there’s an ache beneath the surface that she cannot reach.

Roy turns slightly, bumping into his dethroned king as he adjusts himself on the bed.

She blames the sudden, uncharacteristic urge to cry on her drugged-up system.

(Riza doesn’t think she’ll ever get used to how uncommunicative his eyes are. He’s always regarded each and every one of his subordinates with respect and meaning and gratitude, but he’d simply looked over the unit as if taking inventory when they had come by earlier.

But she’ll make do, Riza thinks. She has to. She’s always known him in a way nobody else has, in a deeply intimate way, like a book she’s memorised by heart.)

They fall silent for a few minutes. His lips part a little - she knows he’s about to say something - but it snaps shut again, like he can’t bring himself to say the words.

Riza simply waits for him, like she always has; holding onto his held breath like it's the last thread of hope. She leans into his touch a little closer than necessary.

I’m right here, even if you can’t see me.

Roy smiles.

“I hope I won’t forget your face, Riza.”

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