Fate/Clusterfuck (Fate/Stay Night)

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F.I.M.M.98 said:
Readers: Truly, the Author Is a Genius. Everything they write show hints of how interconnected this Is with that, and the lengths they go to expand the Lore without saying It outright, and...

Author: I just like it
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This story is very difficult. Allow me some small joys.

And yes. Fujimaru is from a *specific* point in the timeline.
 
The Worst Possible Timeline
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    [The Worst Possible Timeline]

    Commissioned by my good friend @Dragontrapper

    *Circe POV*

    Soon, you would be with him, in the real world. The training had been lovely, and you knew he had been getting lessons from your niece. You would turn him into a proper magus, you would leave your final mark on this world before you died, and you would get a certain itch scratched. So you charged in, mounted upon your pigs, and saved his life, but you found…

    You found…

    "Hello again auntie!" a cheerful voice greeted you.

    You stared down at the blue haired girl standing in front of Shirou, the staff she wielded was nearly twice again as tall as she was, and, despite the fact that she was on a blood covered battlefield, she looked every bit the angelic princess you recalled her being when she was twelve. You stared at her, then slowly raised a hand to pinch your cheek. This shouldn't be… this couldn't be. "Me-Medea?" you ask, maybe it was just a servant that looked like her and the Throne had made a mistak-

    Your doom tilted its head. Then smiled. "Of course! Are you here to help?"

    You stare down at Medea. Processing that, the battle forgotten. Distantly you could hear Archer being shot to death by Brihanalla, but that wasn't important. "Why… why are you here?"

    Medea blinked. "Because my prince rescued me!"

    You stare at the witch for a moment, then turn to look at Shirou. "I thought you rescued… she was… has she always been a child?"

    Shirou stared at you for a moment, then nodded. "Yes?"

    "So when she attempted to… seduce… you…"

    Shirou nodded again.

    "I'm waiting for my noble prince to take my first time!"

    You draw in a breath, it is a leveled, controlled thing. Taught to you by eons of magical training. A witch does not panic, she takes things as they come. So what if Medea was twenty years younger than she was supposed to be, so what if the timeline had violently changed on you, so what if you even got close to Shirou now she would stab you in your sleep?

    You could deal with thi-

    You turned to head to the heavens and howled. "Hekate! I'll fucking kill you!"

    And somewhere, far beyond in the stars, an alien machine chortled.
     
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    • You know, I'm pretty sure it would have been impossible, but it would have been funny as hell if Shirou instead of summoning Mordred he summoned Medea Lily as another Caster.
     
    Erien said:
    Your doom tilted its head. Then smiled. "Of course! Are you help to help?"
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    I think this should be "here"?

    Erien said:
    You turned to head to the heavens and howled. "Hekate! I'll fucking kill you!"

    And somewhere, far beyond in the stars, an alien machine chortled.
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    OneAndOnlyMagicMachine: That certainly got the reaction I was looking for. Now, would you like to elaborate further on this human art you call "shitposting"?

    KutestKouhai: It would be my pleasure!
     
    Adhoc vote count started by Erien on Apr 10, 2024 at 8:19 PM, finished with 57 posts and 33 votes.
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    Locking in 24. Leaving Ayako mind whammied eh?
     
    Work meant I forgot to catch up on this...

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    "You okay dipshit?" Mordred asks.
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    YAY! She's better!

    Now she can be crass around Medea!

    This will be great!

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    "The one and only. We heading out to a fight?"
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    Nope..

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    It's entirely because of the fact that the nearby wall exploded.
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    In Fuyuki City FIGHTS COME TO YOU

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    A manic look was on Ayako's face. Her eyes were wide, crazed. Then she grabbed the front of your shirt and yanked you forwards. "Magical Neko Ayako Ruby is here to save you!"
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    .... oh for the love of Aeaea

    [X] [Try to escape]
     
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    [x] [See where this is going]

    Never interrupt a scene with Ayako. Trusting her even in this state is far from the stupidest thing he's done.
     
    [x] [See where this is going]

    As always this fic lives up to its title with almost every update. how much of flustercuck will this turn out to be
     
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    5.55 - Worthless
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    [Sakura's Heart]

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    Sakura pressed her hand against the wall of the shower, letting the hot wascade fall down her back and puddle onto the floor. It was hot, but not as hot as the water running down her face, salty and unleashed unbidden. She had kissed Shirou, she had kissed the boy she loved, she had… sullied him. She loved him, she loved him more than anything else in the world. He was the only thing she did love, the only thing she could. But he couldn't love her, nobody ever could. How could they? She was worthless.

    No.

    Someone can be fond of worthless things. She was less than worthless, she was less than garbage, she was a grain of dirt, to be ignored and not thought about. Useless in all things. Nothing would grow on her soil, ruined as it was. She was fundamentally… an inconsequential thing, and she knew that. But still, she had dared. She had pushed, and she had gone too far, much too far. It was kind enough that he was taking care of her, that he was willing to protect her, but that was, in essence, Shirou. He would do that for anyone, and there was nothing more to it than that. Assassin had told her she was beautiful, that Shirou loved her… but that was a lie. She was Sakura Matou, and she wasn't welcome there, that name meant nothing to her. She used to be Sakura Tohsaka, and there she hadn't been wanted, she had been sold.

    It had been the only time she had been of any worth.

    Her hand moved to her lip, her fingers digging into it. She was a whore, nothing more. Sakura Matou knew this, and as she felt that drive within herself. That desire forced onto her that was omnipresent. She could do nothing but make herself bleed. For she deserved nothing more. She was unclean, she was dirty, and she didn't ever deserved to be loved. But she would help him, Shirou… Shirou deserved that.

    Then Sakura fell to the floor, as the desire returned once more painful and demanding. None heard her sobs above the crashing water. In truth, it was because everyone was distracted by Ayako. But to Sakura?

    There was no difference.

    No one ever cared to hear her cry before, and that would never change.
     
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