Fate/Clusterfuck (Fate/Stay Night)

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Erien said:
Just teasing...

Though now I'm thinking about Thrawn as a servant.

Fuck.
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Go with Date Masamune. Badass who had his eye knocked out of it's socket in a training accident at 14, and proceeded to rip it the rest of the way out on the spot. He's distinctly Archer class, since he somehow used Sengoku Era Pistol to shoot through his held hostage father(at said fathers urging) to wound the armored samurai using him as sheild and hostage. Hell of a shot.
 
Randino Treviani said:
Go with Date Masamune. Badass who had his eye knocked out of it's socket in a training accident at 14, and proceeded to rip it the rest of the way out on the spot. He's distinctly Archer class, since he somehow used Sengoku Era Pistol to shoot through his held hostage father(at said fathers urging) to wound the armored samurai using him as sheild and hostage. Hell of a shot.
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Yes, but I want a Imperial Star Destroyer hovering over Fuyuki.


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2.0 - Witching Hour
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    Thanks to @Armoury for the beta!

    Be aware this chapter contains adult content. Thread has a mature tag for a reason.

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    "What, praytell, is your schedule for today?"

    "I have chores from Taiga," you reply. Turning back to the food. "And some stuff from school until probably around noon. Then I was thinking we could," you pause, trying to figure out the best way to word this without sounding suspicious. "I would like to invite you out on a tour of the city, I'd rather not be cooped up in the house all day if I could help it."

    Medea stares at you, saying nothing for several seconds. Then she shakes her head. "I already know the city well enough from a cursory glance, and I have things I will need to finish up within this residence in order to defend it." Then her gaze narrows. "And if you aren't forgetting, master, I am rather low on mana, and I would not be able to defend you while you are out and about, and my only way of preserving mana would be to remain in my spirit form, at which point a tour would be mostly pointless unless you particularly enjoy the idea of the citizens of this town seeing you commune with air."

    "That… makes sense, I guess." You admit. Though you are also rather put out by it, the longer you stay in this house the more chores Taiga will inevitably foster off on you. But then… you don't know if that monster is still out there. You are still rather worried about Ayaka's brother to be honest, but you had the sneaking suspicion that the monster would use you as a baseball bat without Caster's help.

    The woman stares at you for a moment longer then looks away. "Is there anything else, master?"

    Yeah, call me Shirou. Is what you would like to respond to that, but Medea… Caster, had been rather testy since last night. You understood her point, to an extent, but you weren't going to let her get hurt again if you could help it. Even if that meant you had to get a spear through the hand. You stare at the woman a moment longer, then turn back to your cooking. Breakfast was a quick affair, with the conversation between you and your servant amounting to precisely nothing, and you both departed the table soon afterwards, leaving a portion in the microwave wrapped in foil for Taiga so that it would remain warm until she awoke. She had likely stayed up far too late once more to get all her work done at once, and about the only thing you could hope for at this point was that she didn't attempt to reheat her breakfast with the foil still on.

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    Sometime later.

    "Shirou!" Taiga calls out through the house, and you look up from where you were developing a headache on par with Circe's lessons. She at least, only attempted to teach you Greek. Homurahara Academy was attempting to teach you differential calculus. "Your offering of breakfast is noted, but don't think it'll get you out of chores and homework!"

    A farcical statement, if you hadn't offered her breakfast there'd be more of both. "Working on it now!" you call back.

    "Good!" Taiga replies, and you could tell by the volume that was she was just outside your door, and given the smacking sounds she was likely eating just outside of it as well. "I'm pinning a list to the kitchen table of everything you need to get done today, big sister is still very mad at you!"

    You glance back towards the door, "got it."

    Taiga lets out a little giggle of victory then walks away, leaving you alone in your silence with nothing but the calculus for company. You didn't know much magecraft, what little you did know was things of a more practical nature, that of tracing objects and studying them. You could learn the ins and outs of just about anything you could get your hands on, at least if it was mechanical at the very least. It, did not, however, allow you any form of 'cheat' when it came to pouring through a textbook. Perhaps you should ask Circe the next time you see her. The Greeks invented math, didn't they?

    Shaking your head, you looked back down at the textbook and got back to work.

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    Yet later still.

    "Shirou! Be careful up there! I will be very upset with you if you fall!"

    "I got it!" you call back, then put the new tiles into place. The freeze had managed to damage several of the, admittedly ancient, tiles that sat just above the hallway leading to where Taiga was currently shacking up. You were no tiler, but pulling out the old ones to slide new ones in was easy enough, even if you had to push away snow as you did so.

    With a grunt you lifted the old, cracked tile away, revealing the timber underneath. Placing it down carefully onto the ladder, you then grabbed the replacement tile. It was, to your annoyance, a slightly darker color than those around it due to not having been exposed to the sun in your shed. But with time at least, it would eventually match. You never asked your father how long he had had this house, or even why he thought he needed a place so big to live in. But come every winter it was a game of finding new damage that let in the cold and the wet. You weren't entirely sure it was worth it, but it was, at the very least, home.

    "Any issues?" Taiga calls up.

    You carefully slide the new tile into place, the mortar behind it flattening against the timber. You had to work quickly, it was still snowing at a decent pace. But you couldn't afford to wait until it wasn't, lest you risk damage to the sensitive wood underneath. "No!" you call back, lifting your hands gingerly. To your satisfaction the tile doesn't immediately slide off to its doo-

    You blink, staring at the tile just a foot to the right of it. It was partially obscured by the snow, but there was a little red mark sticking out on top of the blue tile. Moving your hand, you wipe the snow away to reveal… you're not rightly sure. It's a little red circle, roughly the size of your palm made of red… what you assume to be paint. It's filled with little Greek letters that you can at least recognize, if not make sense of. Which meant it was likely something Caster put there.

    It also meant you weren't going to mess with it.

    "Shirou?" Taiga calls up, "everything okay?"

    You stare at the marking for a moment longer, then nod. "Yep, the tile's replaced."

    "Then come down, I've got more for you to do!"

    You glance down at Lord Taiga, the woman was grinning from ear to ear, hands on her hips even as she shivered in her winter coat. Snow had managed to get into her hair, adding a bit of salt to the deep orange. But she seemed unbothered, and given the fact that she was still holding the ladder for you, she had been willing to stand out in the cold for you for your safety at least.

    "Yes ma'am."
    "Don't call me ma'am!"

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    "You know, you could have a good job lined up as a repairman once you've finished school," Taiga says, leaning over the television that you were currently sitting behind.

    You were back in her room once more, warm at least, if not comfortable. The old television that had been parked in her room had apparently not worked since she arrived, and at the moment it was your next task. The back was pulled off, revealing the circuitry… and you hardly even needed to use your tracing to discover the issue. "You think?" you ask, taking a screwdriver to carefully remove the old burnt out capacitor sitting on the board.

    "It's a perfectly respectable line of work, and you have talent for it. It isn't like you've ever filled out one of those 'future plan' sheets anyway."

    You glance up at Taiga, the woman grinning down at you, then go back to your work. You had, when you were ten. It turns out 'Hero of Justice' wasn't accepted as a valid career path, and ever since then you hadn't really bothered. Ayaka wanted you to be an olympiad, Shinji wanted you to be a lapdog, and Taiga wanted… actually you didn't rightly know what Taiga wanted for you. If you had to choose you'd be a firefighter or the like.

    Your magic, what little had been taught to you, made it rather easy to see what was broken. But you did this to simply help people, you had no goals to ever really make it a career. "Don't think that's for me," you reply to Taiga. Then set the broken capacitor aside and grab a fresh new one from your toolkit.

    With a quick use of the soldering iron the new capacitor is in place. "Give it a test."

    Taiga plugs it back into the wall then hits the power switch, to her delight, and to your satisfaction it comes on a moment later. "That'll do it," you say, standing up with a grunt and packing your tools away. "Did you have anything else for me?"

    Taiga moves a finger to her hip, letting out a hum. "Nothing else, what's for dinner?"

    You wince, "I should be able to make a dinner from what's left in the pantry, but I'll need to get some groceries coming home from school tomorrow."

    Taiga gives you a thoughtful look, then nods. "I expect something good!"

    … It's never not good. You don't have much in the way of pride, to be honest you have very few things to be actually prideful about. But Taiga had never once complained about your cooking. But then, she was still trying to play off like she was mad at you for earlier. Your offense however, if you were even showing it, went unnoticed by Taiga, the woman now fully focused on the television playing her favorite soap opera.

    You stare after her a moment, then step out the door and into the brisk cold of the outside. The snow had finally stopped now in the mid-afternoon, leaving a sizable layer on the ground. It was, however much cold it brought, beautiful at least. Standing a good quarter of a foot high at this point and pressing against the walls, the snow glittered in the afternoon sunlight to the point it was almost, but not quite, painful to look at. You stared at it, standing outside Taiga's door, the only sound being that of wind in the trees, and the faint, muffled sound of the television behind the closed door behind you.

    Then you caught movement out of the corner of your eye. In the backyard, in front of the kendo room was Caster. The woman was fully dressed in her robes, the hood down to conceal her face. Her hand was raised, her fingers dancing in the air as she worked on… something. Perhaps some new form of yoga. You watched her, briefly debating stepping outside to ask her what exactly she had planned, but she was currently hovering above the snow, and you don't quite have the ability to match that. Instead you just silently watched as she drew shapes in the air, turning this way and that. Until you eventually moved on into the house. Perhaps, if she was willing to talk about it, you could ask her what she was doing later. For now… you had a small amount of free time before you had to cook dinner, and you were, at least, going to get to work on a personal project.

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    It was, thankfully, a quiet dinner. You had managed to make a soup out of the remaining meat and vegetables that met Taiga's standards. Caster, for her part, ate in silence. At the very least this time she didn't require you to pester her to eat.

    It was, however, still an awkward dinner. As Taiga kept shooting Caster glances while the woman seemed to barely recognize your guardian's existence. It was an interesting mix of moods, Taiga, bouncing between eating, glaring, and pouting as Caster seemingly ignored her. And Caster eating at a sedate pace, seeing fit to try everything slowly and utterly ignore Taiga.

    It reminded you, perhaps of a battle. Two kendo opponents sizing each other up, practicing patience as they tried to decide what each other was capable of. Unfortunately for Taiga, while she was good at Kendo, she was, in fact, not particularly patient.

    The table shook as Taiga's hands slammed against it. "Can't you even look at me!?" she cries out, not particularly angry, just incredibly annoyed as she looks across the table towards Caster.

    Caster for her part blinks, then sets down her spoon to look rather pointedly at Taiga. "I am, now that you have made your outburst. Is this what you desired?"

    Taiga lurches back, frustration writ large on her face. Then she jerks her head towards you. "How long is this freeloader staying here anyway?"

    Well, if it's anything like yout experience with Taiga a good decade or more, but you don't say that out loud. You don't dare say that out loud. "As long as she needs to," you reply. "Is… that a problem? She needed my help."

    Taiga frowns. "Well, I don't trust her."

    You expected Caster to be offended by that, instead she has returned to eating soup, leaving you to face Taiga's wrath alone. "Well… I do, and she hasn't done anything wrong." At least not yet anyway.

    Taiga crosses her arms. "Well, tonight I'm going back home, and if she robs you blind it's none of my business! And I don't expect you to be doing anything funny to her either!"

    … Who are you actually worried about here Taiga. You are getting mixed messages.

    Caster, for her part, continues to have her soup.

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    The rest of the dinner continues quietly, with Taiga dipping out in the evening… getting a promise from you to actually show up to school in the morning. Caster left immediately after dinner as well to return to her room, leaving you to do the cleanup. It wasn't something you were upset about being left to do, there was a… tension between Taiga and Caster. Taiga didn't trust Medea, that much was obvious, while Medea either didn't care in the slightest or was rather good at hiding it. But it wasn't something you particularly enjoyed dealing with either.

    With a clink, the last of the plates was deposited in the drying rack, and you switched off the lights as you made your way out of the dining room and towards your own bedroom. Your feet slapped lightly against the hardwood floors, the only sound beyond the shriek of the wind outside as another snowstorm blew in. Rounding the corner, you saw your door… and stopped. It was closed, as you left it. But the light was off, decidedly not as you left it. You had kept it on so that you could return to the little project you were working on before bed, someone had left you an old toaster and you had been working to get it back in working order.

    You stare at the door, then begin to walk towards it slowly, coming to a stop in front of it, you slid it open, and… your eyes widened at what you saw.

    "Come in, master." Caster replies.



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    She was sitting just beside your futon, once rolled up, it was now laid out in the middle of the room. She sat just beside it, her casual clothes abandoned in favor of her robes. In the dim light afforded by the walls her blue outfit turned back, and you could not see her face beyond a thin smile.

    You step forward, coming to a stop just past the door. You weren't sure why Caster was in your room, you had no idea why Caster would want to be in your room. But given how things had been going lately you wouldn't be surprised if something was wrong. Though that smile was… interesting. "Something I can help you with?" you ask. "You're in your robes again, is something wrong?"

    "Yes and no," your servant replies bluntly. "There is something you can help me with, but no, nothing is wrong." Caster shifts how she is sitting, where before she was sitting on her knees, now she allows her legs to stretch out to her side. "I still lack mana, and if you wish to be safe, and to win this war for that matter. I shall require it. And, in addition, I do believe you are due a reward."

    Then, without a word, Caster moves her hands to pull her robes open, revealing she was wearing absolutely nothing underneath. Plump, if pale breasts bounce slightly from the motion, each large enough for a good handful and capped with brown nipples. She was slender, though you knew that already from when you had carried her. There was no fat, nothing excess about her, but she had a weight to her body all the same. Her stomach was lightly toned, and her hips flared out in a way that would make just about any fashion model jealous. Her groin, which you found yourself glancing down at despite yourself, was covered in a fair amount of light blue hair, the same shade as that on her head.

    Your eyes eventually found their way back to her face, only to find Caster smirking at you. Her hand played up her body, running up her leg, across her stomach, past her breast, causing one to bounce heavily as she does so, before she placed it against her face. "Your body produces mana naturally, and one of the most efficient ways to gain it is via fluids." Then she stands, and shrugs her shoulders so that her robes fall off of her onto the floor.

    You find it rather hard to breathe as she then walks towards you, her footsteps confident, her body beautiful. She was like a statue come to life, perfection in just about every sense of the word. But there was… something off about it as well. Her smile was still present, but it was hollow. Her voice was seductive, damn seductive, and between it and her body you were having a rather hard time keeping focus.

    Caster then pressed against you, pushing you back against the door, and you let out a gasp as she planted a chaste kiss against your neck, then leaned back to stare at you, eye to eye. "Well Master? Aren't you going to touch me?"

    Then her hand slips down to your groin, and you quickly find yourself being coaxed out of your pants. Though now the smile that was on her face was gone completely.

    You…

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    She's beautiful, and if it'll help her you'll do it.

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    You aren't sure about this, but if she needs fluids… are there others she could use? You'd help her however you could.

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    If you don't want this, you should just tell her outright.

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    You aren't sure about this, but if she needs fluids… are there others she could use? You'd help her however you could.

    While tapping Caster does have its appeal, it also feels like the wrong option at the moment. Instead, lets add a point to Casters 'theres something wrong with this kid' pool.
     
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    I thought that one or both of them suggested blood in a previous chapter. Or maybe I'm getting various fanfics/quests mixed up in my head again.
     
    Erien said:
    She at least, only attempted to teach you Greek. Homurahara Academy was attempting to teach you differential calculus.
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    I'm with Shirou in this - Calculus sucks.

    Erien said:
    The old television that had been parked in her room had apparently not worked since she arrived, and at the moment it was your next task.
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    I remember my dad sometimes worked on CRT monitors - the capacitors in those are terrifying.

    Erien said:
    Taiga wanted… actually you didn't rightly know what Taiga wanted for you.
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    House-husband

    Erien said:
    "There is something you can help me with, but no, nothing is wrong."
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    Sakura: "My Sempai-sense is tingling."

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    "Well Master? Aren't you going to touch me?"
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    ...my brain automatically read this is Bayonetta's voice.

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    She's beautiful, and if it'll help her you'll do it.

    It's FSN; we are contractually obligated to do this.
     
    Erien said:
    You are still rather worried about Ayaka's brother to be honest, but you had the sneaking suspicion that the monster would use you as a baseball bat without Caster's help.
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    Oh Shirou, I know you don't remember the bad ends, but that's kinda mild compared to the violence he inflicts upon you.

    Erien said:
    "Your offering of breakfast is noted, but don't think it'll get you out of chores and homework!"
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    Taiga is beginning to channel Jaguar Warrior? As a god, of course food is an offering!

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    You blink, staring at the tile just a foot to the right of it. It was partially obscured by the snow, but there was a little red mark sticking out on top of the blue tile. Moving your hand, you wipe the snow away to reveal… you're not rightly sure. It's a little red circle, roughly the size of your palm made of red… what you assume to be paint. It's filled with little Greek letters that you can at least recognize, if not make sense of. Which meant it was likely something Caster put there.
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    Man, I kinda expect Shirou to run into a Bloodfort sigil and just shrug it off as Medea fortifying the school.

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    You glance down at Lord Taiga, the woman was grinning from ear to ear, hands on her hips even as she shivered in her winter coat. Snow had managed to get into her hair, adding a bit of salt to the deep orange. But she seemed unbothered, and given the fact that she was still holding the ladder for you, she had been willing to stand out in the cold for you for your safety at least.
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    This is an extremely cute image of Taiga. Taiga is cute. Taiga is for romance.

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    Taiga crosses her arms. "Well, tonight I'm going back home, and if she robs you blind it's none of my business! And I don't expect you to be doing anything funny to her either!"
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    See? Taiga is getting jealous of Medea. We must romance her!

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    Though now the smile that was on her face was gone completely.
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    Aaand that's not a good sign.

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    You aren't sure about this, but if she needs fluids… are there others she could use? You'd help her however you could.

    She seems pretty clearly uncomfortable, I don't think having sex with her that she seems pretty clearly unhappy with is really the best idea.

    If she needs mana, we have blood, that will work just fine.

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    It's FSN; we are contractually obligated to do this.
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    There are decisions that can be made early in F/SN that will utterly screw you over significantly further down the line, I think this might be one of them with how unhappy Medea is acting.

    Erien said:
    And, in addition, I do believe you are due a reward.
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    This makes it sound like it's a test.
     
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    "Yes ma'am."
    "Don't call me ma'am!"
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    Yes dear

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    Then, without a word, Caster moves her hands to pull her robes open, revealing she was wearing absolutely nothing underneath
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    Shirou: I'm going to the special hell.

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    Your eyes eventually found their way back to her face, only to find Caster smirking at you
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    Medea knows she's hot...also eventually Medea is going to figure out teasing Shirou is fun! At which point Shirou is doomed.

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    Randino Treviani said:
    It feels like we should have recieved more warnings in this quest. Probably because of Taiga's table manners. Warning, the following chapter contains graphic description of Taiga eating
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    Sometimes people just have to grow up quicker than others, see horrors that would break most people. Taiga eating is just one such thing.

    For what it's worth.

    I'm not sorry.
     
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    while i would absolutely love to spend a night with her it is way to soon for that
     
    [X] [Mana Transfer - Another Way]

    While magical snu-snu worked for Kuzuki's situation, he also had the ability to snap people's spines like twigs and the approximate emotional capacity of your average brick.
     
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