- Location
- La Serena, Chile
Not by lack of trying, though.
Fate/Clusterfuck (Fate/Stay Night)
- Thread starter Erien
- Start date
- Mature Fantasy Modern
Rancorious
Continue? Yes or No.
Silly baka, consent is for non-mages!
Edit: Also waiting for her and Ayako's fight to the death when she reveals herself to be an undercover Public Security agent.
Edit: Also waiting for her and Ayako's fight to the death when she reveals herself to be an undercover Public Security agent.
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4.3 - Threesome
Erien
God's Weakest Soldier
- Location
- Georgia
- Pronouns
- He/Him
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zSuIlpzge4I
[Archer stopped by]
[Medea wanted to talk about… herself?]
[???]
Thanks to @Armoury for the beta!
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You missed having hands. That was the prevailing thought running through your head as you sat on your bed. It was still a good hour before you planned to leave, the rest of the house was a hive of activity. But for the moment you were sitting on your bed, processing the day, and staring at your hands. You could actually feel them now, and they weren't even in pain any longer. You could just barely wiggle your fingers within the gauze mittens you were wearing, and you had been doing your best to stretch and move them so they don't get sore, while still doing your best to keep the bandages tight. You were morbidly curious what they looked like at this point, but you wouldn't dare remove the bandages Circe put on. Not that you could by yourself.
*Knock Knock*
You look up toward the door, and without a word from you it opens. Revealing Sakura's servant. This is the first time you had seen the man dressed casually, gone was the black armor he favored. Instead he was wearing a simple pair of pants and a tight shirt. He smiles as your eyes met his, and he raised a hand in a wave. "Sorry, didn't think to ask if you were decent."
You were, but then, you were used to servants not much caring at this point either. "It's fine. Something wrong?"
Archer shakes his head, then fully enters the room, closing the door behind him as he does. "Just wanted to check on you. My master talks about you a fair bit."
You smile back, for multiple reasons. "Sounds like Sakura. She has always worried about me. But I'm doing fine."
The man continues walking, eventually coming to a stop at the wall just near the bed, then he leans his back against it, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks down at you. "She's not here, so why don't you tell me how you are really feeling?"
You stare up at him, processing that for several moments before speaking. "What do you mean?"
"Your mood has changed recently, Sakura's pretending not to notice." Archer replies.
You let out a breath, then slowly shake your head. "Things have been moving too quickly lately, and I'm just trying to keep up."
Archer smiles again, it's a friendly reassuring thing surprisingly. "I'd say you're doing a good enough job, the only casualty so far is your hands."
"And Sakura's family, and Raiga's men." You counter.
Archer goes silent for several moments. Then speaks in a far quieter voice. "A grail war is never a clean thing."
"It wasn't something I wanted to be caught up in to begin with, but now I have little choice." You say, "how's Sakura doing?"
"It may be better that you ask her that yourself, but she's doing the best she can…" Archer's face becomes briefly stricken, the cool facade he seemed to favor cracking for a moment. "She's just trying to pretend things are normal, she's going to need your help."
"I'll help her however I can," you reply.
Archer shrugs his shoulders. "I know, it was just worth repeating. She's going through a lot at the moment, and she doesn't want to be part of this war either."
"I know she doesn't, I worry about her constantly."
"I know that too." Archer says, grinning. "Just keep an eye out on her, and be wary, that Assassin has been talking to her lately."
You blink. "Taiga's servant? Is… that a problem?"
"... Perhaps," Archer says after a moment. "But I shouldn't keep you any longer, you have guests after all."
You blink, staring up at the man, then… he's gone, disappeared without flash or showmanship. A second later, Mede- Caster is standing just in front of you, her robes up, hood drawn up over her head, and a rather familiar glower on her face. "Master, you are an idiot."
"Good evening to you as well, Caster."
"Seeking out the woman who kidnapped you is foolish. Bringing in so many enemy masters to live with you is foolish, and trusting…" Caster grits her teeth and looks away. "Master, trusting her is foolish as well."
There were many different 'hers' you knew of. But… you knew what Caster was talking about regardless. "I already told you I trusted you, Caster."
"You know who I am." Caster hisses.
"Your name, yes. And I know you were a student of Circe, and I know you've had to deal with a lot. But I don't know your story, Caster."
"And tell me Master. Why, after learning the name of your servant, did you not look into them? It can provide you nothing but an advantage, I am your servant by the seals on your hand, not out of loyalty."
You simply stare at her, not wanting to particularly comment on something that… wrong.
"I do not understand why you did neither mention it, nor look up my legend." Caster says after several long, silent moments. Her eyes finding their way back to your face.
"If all of my life's details were in a book, written by another hand than my own, I wouldn't want someone to form their opinions of me from it either. Beyond that, I hardly trust mythology to begin with. I figured you would tell me when you were ready, or you never would… and that was fine as well."
You shake your head from side to side. "I didn't summon you, Caster. I found you, and helped you. I haven't regretted that."
"You, who has spoken of the Grail War with such disgust?"
"I would do it again if I needed to, yes Caster." You say firmly. "I regret getting involved in this war, but I don't regret helping you for a moment. You needed it, and I was there."
"Shirou, you are kind and a fool, but I sincere-"
You push yourself to your feet, at your full height you had a good few inches on the woman in height, and she shrank back slightly from the suddenness of your movement. "I don't regret it, Caster. I'll say it as many times as you need to hear it. But I don't care that helping you led to danger, or that you have some… mysterious past." You close your eyes and shake your head. "I never asked you, I never asked Circe. I was just trying to help you and survive."
Caster lets out a rather pained sounding laugh, and you open your eyes again to see that she has lowered her hood, a rather open expression of pain on her face. "Master… Shirou, that is idiotic, I have no reason to be trusted."
"Maybe." You admit. "Maybe not. But you needed my help and that was enough. I don't care who you used to be Medea. I've never bothered giving it much thought, I've seen snippets of it, both from when you were younger than me and older. But I've never once let it color what I've thought of you."
"Shirou, that doesn't make sense." Medea counters.
"Does it have to?" you ask. "There's a lot about Sakura I don't know, and Taiga. I just found out I had a sister recently, my father felt I didn't need to know about it." You let out a breath. "Does it really matter? Why should I be worried about your past with all the mess we've found ourselves in now?"
Medea stares at you, "you…" She closes her own eyes, and lets out a long, slow, deliberately controlled breath. Then she looks at you again. "I was born in Colchis… it's… called Georgia, now."
—
Medea was sitting next to you now on the bed, her hands in her lap, red from the wringing she had been continually doing now for the past half hour as she spoke to you. She spoke quite a lot, far more than you had ever heard her do so before. And she spoke honestly at that, something you had heard even less. You, comparatively, had said little, for there was little for you to say in any case, it was your time to simply listen.
"And then you discovered me in the park, after I slew my previous master." Caster says, looking down to the floor. Her makeup was completely ruined at this point, having started to run when she talked about her brother. She turns her head towards you slowly, her expression unreadable. It was a miserable look, eyes puffy, cheeks wet, and… as she stares at you, she gains an expression of what almost looks like fear, or trepidation in her eyes.
You can't find yourself judging her for much of any of it. She made mistakes, but so did everyone else in her tale… and if she hadn't killed her previous master, you would have made the attempt yourself. "You had to deal with a lot." You say quietly. "If you don't mind me asking Medea, what do you want with your wish?"
Medea blinks slowly, her eyes widening. Then she looks towards the door. "I… don't really know."
That was a lie, you could tell by the tone of her voice for once. But you don't comment on it. "I'll support you however I can, this… none of what you told me changes anything Medea. I don't particularly think you are at fault either, but I'll see this war to the end so th-"
You find you can no longer speak, as something has sealed your lips. You blink, then realize that faster than you could process Medea had crossed the distance between the two of you, and, tilting her head, had planted her lips against your own. Her eyes were closed, and you froze, not quite sure what to do as she wrapped her arms around your back and hugged you tightly to her.
She removes herself a moment later, a thin line of saliva connecting your two lips before she wipes it away with her hand. Then she smiles. "You speak far too much master, and yet little of any value."
Then she was gone, leaving you with multiple, interesting feelings, and the taste of grapes on your lips.
You found yourself smiling a moment later. It was good that she was feeling better, though the fact that she kissed you would take some time to process. And you would have to figure out exactly what she meant. Whether it was meant to be romantic, or whether she was just grateful, you couldn't say at the momen-
Then you heard a giggling, below your bed.
"Ohohohoh, she likes you~"
Your eyes dart down, and as you do so. A pair of familiar hands dart out from underneath the bed, grab the metal frame, then push. Allowing a familiar redhead to peek out. Circe was grinning from ear to ear, her eyes glinting in the light of the room.
"Circe?"
Her grin gets wider. "The one and only grand witch, yes~. She likes you piglet."
"Why are you underneath my bed?"
"Why aren't you?" Circe asks. Then pushes her way the rest of the way out from underneath your bed. Standing up, she dusts herself off, then faces you again with a wide grin.
"I…" You close your eyes for a moment, processing. Then you force yourself to relax. "I think Medea wants to strangle me to death."
Circe shrugs. "My student is dealing with a lot of iiiinteresting emotions."
"How… long were you down there?" you ask.
"Long enough." Circe replies in a sing-song tone. "I wanted to hear that adorable little conversation of yours."
You aren't going to argue about things like 'privacy' with Circe, given that she had been kidnapping you now for some time anyway. So instead you change the subject. "Why are you actually here? I can't do magic practice with my hands messed up."
Circe's smile drops slightly, becoming something much more natural. "Can't I simply visit my adorable little piglet?" she leans forward, tilting her head and giving you a view straight down her dress.
You look away, and Circe giggles, skipping over to sit on the bed next to you. "That's why I'm here, actually. I wished to check your hands."
You slide slightly to the side to give her the room to work, stretching forward your hands all the while. Only for Circe to instead slide around to your back. You watch, transfixed as she drapes her legs over yours, and her hands run down your chest before finding their way to your wrists. You open your mouth to say something, anything. But your thought process is halted as she presses herself against you, molding parts of her anatomy to you, and in the brief space of time it takes for your brain to come back to functioning, the bandages have unwound themselves, falling to the floor to reveal.
… Red but otherwise undamaged hands.
"Fascinating." Circe says. Her hands continue traveling, her fingers interlocking with your own and experimentally flexing. They feel… sore, but normal.
"A moment Shirou, I think I see something here…" Circe says, and you say nothing as her fingers run back from your hands, to your chest, and then just rest there above your heart. Her hands then begin to slowly move in circles. "... Ah. I see…" Then she leans forward, and you twitch as her breath tickles your ear. "Someone has been taking good care of you I see~"
"What?"
Circe giggles again, her hands moving up towards your face, then she gently turns your head so that you are looking each other in the eyes. "Oh, something you'll find out in due time. And you little piglet are blushing~"
You open your mouth to respond, only to get a second pair of lips pressed against it. Medea was forceful, yet chaste. Circe was… not. She pulled back against you, molding herself even further against you as her tongue darted into your mouth. She lets out a pleased moan, then pulls herself back.
"Ci-"
Her fingers press against your lips. "Ayako, yes. Don't worry piglet, she's invited~"
Invited… what?
Then she scoots back, and, placing her hands behind her head, falls back against your pillow. She wiggles there for a moment, making herself comfortable, then turns her head to grin at you. "So, now you can partake in some training before we leave. Yes?"
"I was hopi-"
"You were hoping to be trained by me? How wonderful!"
"No, I-"
"Yes, I know you can't possibly repay me for my generosity~"
You stare down at the witch, and she waggles her eyebrows at you in response. She snickers a moment later. "So very tense piglet, you and that little girl." Pressing her hands against the bed she sits up again, hugging her knees as she comes to a stop. "But I shall train you again, time on the island does work a bit… different, after all." Her smile becomes impish once more, a teasing glint in her eyes as she stares at you. "Do you have any requests for this grand witch?"
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[] [I copied Brihannala's weapon. How?]
[] [I keep getting hurt, any healing magic?]
[] [More offensive magic would be nice.]
[] [I want to learn more about you, Circe.]
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- Location
- Texas
I used them for so many things! Fixing broken heaters, helping people up from falls, shooting a bow!
Hmm. Mata Hari is scheming, eh?
At long last, Medea gets the validation and acceptance she didn't even realize she wanted.
Yes indeed, this is the way. At least one witch seems to like Ayako!
[X] [I want to learn more about you, Circe.]
This may honestly be the most perilous option for Shirou, but that's alright, he can handle a little peril, right? He's not like Sir Galahad, he can take it!
I wanna learn more about her but at the sametime I don't want to waste the chance to learn trace.
Dragontrapper
Homeless Draconis
- Location
- A Tower in the middle of nowhere
This is a stabilizing factor of the known universe, yes.
True, but you're also a cute witch and that's reason enough.
So, a suicidally Heroic Male lead and a Female lead from Georgia trying to keep him alive... definitely an Erien Quest.
'Tis the curse of being a Shonen protagonist.
Oh, hey, she can do that. Shirou's chastity is doomed.
I Can't Believe The Monster Under My Bed Is This Cute.
"Its dusty and all my blankets are up here."
Fairly normal feeling to have about Shirou, tbh.
Oh hey, Ayako's chastity is in danger too! Neat.
[X] [I copied Brihannala's weapon. How?]
DB_Explorer
Purveyor of alternate realities.
- Location
- San Diego, California
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Caster in full witch mode
Caster in full dere mode... sorta... her going full dere mode is gonna cause neck injuries in some people due to whiplash.
Taiga/Sakura/Ayako/Circe: This...alll of this
Circe is under your bed, watching you start a harem.
She insists on the harem.
[X] [I copied Brihannala's weapon. How?]
Zeroth Jupi
Sporadic Writer and Haver of Ideas
- Location
- Somewhere
- Pronouns
- He/She/They
[X] [I copied Brihannala's weapon. How?]
- Location
- USA
[x] [I copied Brihannala's weapon. How?]
- Location
- New York
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] [I copied Brihannala's weapon. How?]
DB_Explorer
Purveyor of alternate realities.
- Location
- San Diego, California
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[JK] [What's Medea's favorite dish]
Dragontrapper
Homeless Draconis
- Location
- A Tower in the middle of nowhere
NGL, seeing Medea's reaction to Shirou making her her favorite dish sounds amazing.
Ivan the Not-so-Terrible
AH MEW CHEEKI BREEKI I V DAMKE
- Location
- Mikonyan’s USSR
[X] [I copied Brihannala's weapon. How?]
- Location
- La Serena, Chile
Okay, while I'm thinking of a different vote and a much longer post, I will just say this for now:
[X] [I copied Brihannala's weapon. How?]
I was thinking of voting to know Circe more, but this one Is much more important to help Shirou survive and finnish the Holy Grail War.
After that is done, and seeing how things are playing out, he will have all the time he needs and wants to know Circe.
[X] [I copied Brihannala's weapon. How?]
I was thinking of voting to know Circe more, but this one Is much more important to help Shirou survive and finnish the Holy Grail War.
After that is done, and seeing how things are playing out, he will have all the time he needs and wants to know Circe.
- Location
- The wrong battlefield
- Pronouns
- She/Her
[X] [I copied Brihannala's weapon. How?]
"Maybe you should ask that Archer instead lol"
"Maybe you should ask that Archer instead lol"
[X] [I copied Brihannala's weapon. How?]
Something something bone of my sword. Was hoping for more out of Archer, but the warning about Mata Hari is something at least.
I am reminded of another's claim that the Near Side routes of Tsukihime are just Shiki being pulled between 2 dominant women and being unsure which one he want's to be topped by.
Something something bone of my sword. Was hoping for more out of Archer, but the warning about Mata Hari is something at least.
I am reminded of another's claim that the Near Side routes of Tsukihime are just Shiki being pulled between 2 dominant women and being unsure which one he want's to be topped by.
[X] [I copied Brihannala's weapon. How?]
This seems like where the vote is going, but I do want to make my case, which is I am curious on why we can trace Brihannala's weapon specifically. Unless I am wrong, trying to trace divine or fae weapons is impossible for Shirou, not unless those traced weapons are heavily degraded. Trying to do so would sooner fry his brain than make a copy. And that is not even going into actually using the damn bow. Is there something else going on here? Perhaps Circe's influence?
This seems like where the vote is going, but I do want to make my case, which is I am curious on why we can trace Brihannala's weapon specifically. Unless I am wrong, trying to trace divine or fae weapons is impossible for Shirou, not unless those traced weapons are heavily degraded. Trying to do so would sooner fry his brain than make a copy. And that is not even going into actually using the damn bow. Is there something else going on here? Perhaps Circe's influence?
- Pronouns
- Reader
Wonderful update Erien. Hits all the right notes, those notes being Shirou's ability to misunderstand a girls interest in him until she loses patience and kisses him. Keep up the good work.
Erien
God's Weakest Soldier
- Location
- Georgia
- Pronouns
- He/Him
It's a bow.
What is this feeling and why do I like it?!
Ain't no race to learn trace.
It's gotten him this far.
Housewife mode soon?
Biblically?
Yeah, sorry, I note the Archer bit was short, but he is a bit different of a guy this time around.
Who knows~
Wait until the honeymoon!
FelOnyx
Love and Peace!
- Location
- Gunsmoke
- Pronouns
- He/Him
"Is she into me? Really can't be sure, Colchis and Canada both start with a C so she could just be being polite-"
Circe's not having that. The great witch can cut through the densest harem protaganistium to reveal the obvious.
[X] [I copied Brihannala's weapon. How?]
Spart117MC
Amateur human
- Location
- Cali
The Archer class really is made up of archers.
Rancorious
Continue? Yes or No.
[] [Hello, HR? I've been sexually assaulted.]
Joking, we all know Fate ladies don't need consent.
[X] [I copied Brihannala's weapon. How?]
Because I freaking love swords. That may be a bow, but anything can be a sword if you're creative enough.
Also the hope of more Archer crumbs.
] [Hello, HR? I've been sexually assaulted.]Joking, we all know Fate ladies don't need consent.
[X] [I copied Brihannala's weapon. How?]
Because I freaking love swords. That may be a bow, but anything can be a sword if you're creative enough.
Also the hope of more Archer crumbs.
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