#FGO fanfic

[otaku-tactician]

and here's chapter two of my Nagaizo smut fic! (18+). It's finally completed.

Main Plot: Serving as a sequel to the fanfiction Blossoms Upon the Battlefield, Izou wrangles with his developing feelings for a certain ultraviolent Oni Musashi. However, as they say- 'whatever one resists persists' - to the extent of his feelings for Mori becoming utterly unavoidable. Amidst an exhilarating spar, and the warm light of the moonlight, repressed feelings finally spill over.

Chapter Summary: Now that both of their feelings have finally been unleashed; blossoms bursting forth- the two warriors indulge in passions of the flesh, spending a wanton night under the warm night skies. Yet, even such a horny interlude is laden with precious, tender moments; vulnerability knocking Izou's sake cup over entirely.

Trigger Warnings: 18+ smut, swearing, mentions of death, blood and gore. Sexual content including frottage, nipple play, anal sex, fingering and mutual masturbation.

[borntobelime]

“”. A woman stepped out of the drift, tall and handsome, with dark eyes and darker hair. Her clothes were brightly dyed, cloaked in the myriad of autumn, a sharp contrast to the demure blues and grays of Artoria’s own wardrobe. Glass beads adorned both her neck and her wrists, trapped the outside sunlight and carried its reflection inside with her.

Once recovered from her surprise, Artoria spoke: “Greetings, Vivian. I appreciate your haste.” “”

Vivian from the fanfic We Three Kings

Written by nothing_is_beautiful_and_true

Plot : While her knights are out questing for the Holy Grail, Artoria stumbles across two gifts left behind by Merlin. If only she could figure out how to return them.

(Special thanks to @fate-inspiration for helping me a bit on the anatomy )

Here is also the lineart

[orchestrated-haunting]

Some College AU Headcannons

Diarmuid Ua Duibhne

A cultural anthropology major with a focus on what the knight archetype implies, and how its changes depending on the cultural implications.

Wore a face mask pre COVID-19 to cover his mole, and thanks to the pandemic it became more normalized for him to so.

He goes to parties if he knows one of his friends will be present, often playing drinking games with Fionn and Cu.

Flirts with his friends quite to the point outside observers can’t tell if it was platonic or romantic.

Cu Chuclainn

As irritating as it can be at times he enjoys being in veterinary school.

He fosters dogs and has had several foster fails. One of them being a small white fluffy dog that is a little bit crusty, (causing his friends to make jokes of him being a rich white mom who owns a yacht).

Tried taking his pals on fishing trips but the only one who would come after a few trips is Fionn.

Iskander

The big man enjoys his maps, so naturally he became a geography major who minored in classics.

He’s a part of the wresting team and his friends joke about burying their faces into his tiddies saying things such as “normalize friend group homoerotism”.

Iskander got very into strategy games, and his not so guilty pleasure game is the Fire Emblem series.

Waver

A freshmen history major who is very out of his element.

Ended up getting adopted by Iskander because he ended up accidently bumping into him checking his phone.

He’s honestly terrified of Iskander’s friends but he keeps getting dragged into their hangouts. He eventually develops a soft spot for all of them, and cried when some of them graduated.

Identifies as a part of the LGBTQ+ community but isn’t sure how to label it, whether in regards to gender or sexuality.

[typingdyslexiaisathing]

A Dazed Moment (Fate Grand Order) fic

content: The Servants are gathered at camp to make a hot pot for their two Masters and Mash to enjoy. But one particular Master is too zoned out to notice much. That is until a particular Servant gets their attention. Established relationships, casual talk, camping out, romance and fluff. Mature subjects of intimacy and making love.

Another random event Singularity. Another long Rayshift to another dense forest. Another day of fighting and collecting materials. Ritsuka Fujimaru and Mash seemed all too used to doing this kind of thing. But I doubted I ever would.

The base camp was little more than four tents and one thrown together wooden cottage in the middle of robust trees and a rushing river. The bug repellant super charged with magecraft to ensure none of them came anywhere near our base. Ritsuka and Mash were in the middle of a conference call with Chaldea HQ. While I sat by the fire to let Scathach bandage my left arm for me. Since I was too out of it to really complain to anyone. Archer was prepping a huge bowl of what I might guess to be hot pot for us. While both Lancer Cu and Caster Cu were currently absent. Probably to take Nursery Rhyme, Jack the Ripper, Fran, and Sieg to go try their hands at fishing again.

Scathach applied the healing salve to the deep rends in my arm to make sure I kept my fingers loose. Since I'd fallen down a steep incline and right into a bunch of broken up bits of a leftover tree stump. Granted, I had been busy using my own limited magecraft to shoot down several Marionettes that were quite adamant at decapitating me. The others also fighting for our lives just as vehemently as I was. Yet that didn't really do much for my already tattered self confidence and I was quite settled into my sullen daze.

Archer paused in his cooking to gaze at me as I stared into the fire. A frown soon crossing his lips as Scathach finished wrapping my arm for me. Her own stoic expression barely hinting at her concern as Archer spoke up. "Retha. You are the one that tends to point out there is victory to celebrate in just making it out of a fight still breathing. So there is little reason for you to look so defeated." I didn't answer as my gaze stayed to the flames that crackled and popped. Which was a telling thing as Scathach sighed with a patient warmth most wouldn't notice. But I did catch on to finally react and just carefully flex my fingers on both hands. A grunt of pain escaping before I spoke up. "You can do everything perfectly and still lose it all. That's life. But it still suckles at a rotted teat."

Archer dropped his knife he was using to peel vegetables with as Scatchach gave a tisk of scolding at me for my choice of words. Only for the sound of someone barking out into a laughing fit behind to signal that Lancer Cu was walking up to us. A deep part of me regaining my spark of color and warmth at the sound of his amusement. Actually seeing him though brought sunshine back into my vision for me to get my smile back. All while Lancer kept laughing to have that gorgeous smirk on his face. His eyes a roaring inferno of scarlet mirth and passion as he looked into my own eyes. Which had my insides melt as I felt the blush dust over my cheeks and nose. But I just reached up to wiggle my fingers at him as Scathach watched us with that wise and calculating gaze.

Lancer was more than happy to just saunter over and kneel down so he could scoop me up and into his frame in a spine crunching bear hug. Meaning I got squished into his almost naked frame to savor every sculpted muscle and toned parts of him. Which I was all too happy to do as he placed a playful bite to my nose in greeting. While Archer went back to his cooking as Lancer growled at me in warm delight. "The nippets send their best and will want to show off all the pretty shiny stones they found. So do look forward to that. We also have several rabbits and even a few wild turkeys to feast on." Archer muttered to note for our hearing with hinted at feigned annoyance, "You were supposed to bring back fish for me to use in the hot pot. Are you telling me none of you caught any fish?"

My smile doesn't waver as Scathach makes the point for me. "Caster is showing Mash and Ritsuka how to clean the fish. While the nippets are probably watching, braiding his ponytail again, or both." Lancer smirks at this for me to chuckle at the mental image of Caster getting used as a beauty model for the girls in the group to style his hair. Since his ponytail was only growing longer due to him overhearing how much I loved seeing him with long hair. So Archer rolled his eyes to go back to his cooking. While Lancer spun us around slowly to nuzzle his nose to my face a enjoy how close we were. "Besides. Someone prefers to have turkey over fish. Due to the fact they never had to eat fish of any kind while growing up and never found a fish they liked yet." I frowned as Archer raised an eyebrow at that news for me to grumble a bit. "Smooth move, dorko. I am more than okay with trying and or eating whatever Archer makes for us to eat and or snack on. Are you implying that our resident chef of legends isn't good at making something? I will gladly let Scathach sashimi you if that was what you were even so much as hinting at."

Lancer does get nervous enough to turn so his teacher is in sight so he can make an attempt at defending himself. But Scathach seems more interested in packing up the medical supplies she just used than following through on the implied threat I just made. Her beautiful stoic features a perfect sight to behold despite what little emotion in her eyes and other silent queues I was able to pick up on now. She was amused enough to let the threat linger as a possibility. If only to make Lancer uneasy as he held me a bit tighter. Which had me hum a few happy notations to then sneak a kiss to his cheek. The dead giveaway at the bluff for Lancer to chuff and growl in mock annoyance. "Methinks I should be highly annoyed with you, Retha. So much so that I should toss you into the river. Yet I think I will forgive you on one condition." I felt the desire burn over my sense when Lancer started nipping at my neck with gentle bites to my pulse and play growling at me through his teeth. My shudder sparking over every nerve as Scathach shook her head to then turn and head for the main camping tent. While Archer got a slight smile to pointedly avoid watching as Lancer lifted me off my feet and headed for the cottage. Since it was the designated sleeping slash mana exchange section of the camp. So I knew I wasn't going to be doing much walking after this. But I wasn't going to complain as I gave Lancer a very rich whisper against his ear. "Setanta. Leave me dazed for other reasons."

Lancer was more than happy to whisk us with all due speed right into the cottage to nudge the door closed with a foot. The magic lock snapping into place soon after for Lancer to just toss me into the air. His leotard gone in a blink for him to catch me and start his eager ministrations to getting me all riled up right along with him. The only attire still upon his frame being those earrings and the bond ring I had given him. Lancer used his clever hands to just slide my boots and socks off my feet before my hiking pants came off. His lips soon kissing at the tears in the corner of my eyes as he smirked at me. "Still a nervous and chaste lady I see. So sweet to hold to me and know in this you allow me to worship you proper. Such a good woman you are, Retha. My Master. A sarcastic and direct soul with sweet kindness and red plum tartness I adore."

My hiking coat and undershirt with the built in bra was soon on the floor for the cool air to prickle over my skin. Only for such to be banished as Lancer wrapped us both in a very thick fur blanket. Said fur blanket made from a Primal Lynx the size of a Chimera. Then we were on the cushioned mattress for Lancer to lay beneath me and just snuggle with me for a while. Soft traces of his hands and gentle touches of his lips to my skin to leave me shivering for completely different reasons. While my own hands stayed on his shoulders for me to be lost in the pure sensations of his foreplay. Heated breaths washing over skin as blood burned through veins. Until I was able to feel how our hearts were thundering against our sternums and ribcages for me to lose my restraint.

I wanted him. All of him. All for me. To know and feel nothing else but the now of being with him and making us a tangled melted union. He was so gorgeous and perfectly crafted in appearance and personality. I'd felt that searing attraction engulf me like I'd fallen up into the sun the second our eyes had met. Yet I had convinced myself in the next second he would not view me in the same way. I was slightly overweight and had a rather large port wine stain birthmark that covered my right shoulder and some of my neck. My hair was a dull hickory shade of brown with several streaks of white. Despite being only thirty-one years of age, I had issues with arthritis in my joints. Yet Lancer had instantly cornered me to swear his oaths of commitment to me. As my Servant and the chance of being my lover in turn. I had been so shocked at his boldness. Yet I found out why with time and many moments of loving care and joyful adoration. Lancer loved my every quirk and defining character trait. He savored how I cussed up a storm when I was still half asleep every morning. He delighted in how I openly cuddled with Fou any chance I got. His heart melted whenever I saw him and instantly got my smile back. He told me my eyes were the most perfect and glorious color of Nordic blue possible. He said how he had to lecture himself internally to not automatically grab me and rest his hands certain places.

We had fallen in love and just kept falling further into love. Which was the one thing that always knocked the air from my lungs. Such left me spinning without being able to float back up. Which happened again for Lancer to be hugging me tight as he rumbled in his ancient tongue against my face. My tears hot and making my eyes burn as I came back to the moment. My words hoarse and quaking with so much emotion. "Sorry... It just... How did I ever get to be yours? By what blessing did you find me to then choose me as yours? It feels like I stole priceless artwork and my hands are molded from mud." Lancer gave a bark of a laugh to then sigh into my skin. "Hah. You are so humble and meek sometimes. Here's the lass who openly berates Gilgamesh as an entitled brat and has zero hesitation to flip the enemy off with both hands. Yet here you are. So awed and terrified with misgivings. It's so... Beautiful."

Lancer rubbed his nose to mine before he hummed in pure love. "Retha. We have each other and I want to revel in such. Join me and let's let thinking go." So it was that my beloved warrior and bold heart began to trace pure bliss over my senses with his masterful talents. All else washing away as I gave in. To him. To us and what we are together. My mewls and squeaks sounding out along with his huff and growls of enjoyment. Heated sweat and hungry kisses having us taste the joys of the now. The oldest dance of divine joining to make love and be vulnerable in the give and take of pleasure and passion. A sacred act that was only for us in this moment of existence to hold as precious. My perfect blessing being the hero named Cu Chulainn. His wish upon the Grail fulfilled in me.

[cloversdreams]

Fandom: Fate/Grand Order Relationships: Charlemagne | Saber/James Moriarty | Ruler Summary:

Moriarty glared at the city below when he muttered, “What matters is convincing the wretched world that we are, in fact, together.”

“Speaking of, I had a bit of an idea about that,” Charlemagne hummed.

“Is that so?” Moriarty asked. He turned towards the other man and raised a curious eyebrow at him. “Do tell.”

“Selfies.”

“Selfies.” Moriarty repeated flatly.

“Yep. I think we should take and post them all the time. At the very least on every “date” we go on.” Charlemagne explained. “It will show our relationship naturally progressing. Then by the time the masquerade rolls around it will be undeniable that we’re serious about each other.”

“I see.” Moriarty said to himself. He rested a curled finger against his chin as he thought about it. “Not bad.” He paused briefly. “However, selfies aren’t exactly my area of expertise.”

“Don’t worry, that’s where I come in!” Charlemagne exclaimed. He walked over to the other man, held up his phone, and shouted, “New apartment selfie!” Then he immediately started to speak aloud what he was typing along with the image. “I’ve extended my stay for dot, dot, dot personal reasons!”

  happy gay people are real month

[has-gilgamesh-doneanythingwrong]

I saw requests are open was wondering if you wouldn't mind doing some NSFW head canon's for a soft dom Solomon x female master with dirty talk and foreplay. Also sorry if this is too many things but can you do NO penetrative sex please?

Hello anon, thanks for the request, that is perfectly okay! Sure, that's okay with me. So that's Solomon foreplay including dirty talk concept. I can do that. I hope you enjoy, and thanks for waiting for so long!! As for the Soft Dom part, that will focus on him giving a lot of praise and care to the master. I should warn you though, this may become full of angst, as well.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW Fanfic tagged as 'lemon fanfic'. Includes a lot of fluff and ANGST, soft dom(?) Solomon, FGO SPOILERS, dirty talk, fem! master character, outercourse and foreplay (no sex).

Solomon x Fem! Master NSFW (Foreplay, Soft Dom, Dirty Talk, A LOT OF ANGST!)

✰ Facing him at the apex of your journey; standing as two juxtaposing forces at the very precipice of the end, your meeting with Solomon is fraught with anticipation. With such a precious wreath of memories of his time fighting on behalf of the Chaldeas as Romani, to the lacerating pain that engulfed you with his final self-sacrifice.... to see him standing before you, right in the flesh- was like a dream.

✰ "I-is that really you...? Roma- Solomon?!" Rushing haphazardly through a mass of broken fragments floating lifelessly upon a realm that was unknown to either the world of man or gods- it stood an atelier that only you and he alone could access, cut off from the rest of the universe. Whether it was a dream, or possibly even a new reality was anybody's guess.

✰ As you gradually make your way towards him, crystallized tears frozen within the air; the solemn figure standing before you smiles wistfully as he turns to face you- his golden eyes burdened with a sense of suffering so deep and profound; carrying the truths of the world within their glistening depths.

✰ "...You've come a long way, to find me here; meeting me at the end of all realms of existence. If Romani was here, I'm sure he'd be glad." Within an instant, he materializes before you, his sun-kissed bronze hands lightly tracing themselves across your face, his expression taking on an unreadable hue. "Even if it was only for a short period of time, I was able to live as a human by your side. Thank you, Master of Chaldea."

✰ Bursting into tears at his words, you wrap your arms around him as your faces draw but a hair's breadth away from one another, breath misting upon another's faces as he gently wipes away your tears, kneeling down to support your fallen form. Though he reassures you that there's no need to cry, you can't help but wail, inconsolable gasps rippling through your body, as you press your forehead to his, desperate to rekindle any form of connection, to feel any sign of warmth.

✰ Romani, Solomon. You him, Mash and Da Vinci. The benevolent Doctor of Chaldea who had been a loveable goof, a massive Magi Mari simp and an invaluable ally to all... no, he was even more than just that to you. He was the one you held dear to your heart, committing every memory, every moment of his existence to mind. But now for you both to meet like this...it was certain that this was likely to be the last time you'd be able to hold onto him for a while.

✰ It seems as if Solomon is acutely aware of this as well. Despite seeming distant- as if the version of him you grew to love and adore in Chaldea is no more- his grip has yet to be loosened from your figure, his flowing locks of flaxen hair tickling your face. As his fingers absentmindedly rub circles into your cheeks, almost on instinct; his body recalling the movements of a part of him that may now possibly cease to exist.

✰ Taken aback by his familiar touch, and the nostalgia of having your chests pressed against one another; hearts beating in unison, you open your mouth to speak, to beg for him to return in some way, only for him to sadly shake his head.

✰ "My return isn't currently prophecies within the stars as of yet. However," He pauses, as his gleaming, ring-laden hands softly trace themselves over your lips, a tender hue entering his eyes, "If you are to oblige, then let me touch you. Let me feel you one last time, and embrace you like I did as when I was a human. Roman- no, I... I wish to commit how it felt to be with you to my mind, for one last final time." Although his words are resolute, his fingers tremble slightly, as his nonchalant mask finally begins to crumble.

✰ Lips locking in what feels like forever, the kiss is tender yet also bittersweet; the two of you savoring every moment, hungrily gasping for more as your form blossoms beneath him, kisses trailing down your neck, your eyes misting with a sense of longing. Oh how long it had been since the last time you had kissed! How deeply you craved for more!

✰ "You're beautiful. Sprawled before me with such need in your eyes... he surely must've felt blessed to have been by your side." Despite the indomitable nature of his words, his touch becomes even gentler; sinking down to fully embrace you as his robes flutter against the ground, spread out like a canopy of ancient paintings.

✰ Holding onto your waist for dear life, the two of you become entangled within a passionate cuddle; your limbs entwined between one another's as he begins to grind against you. As you whimper with bliss at how delectable it feels- and at how unfair it was to be delighting in a warmth that would soon be ripped from you, eventually to become naught but a fleeting memory; tears prickle at your eyes as you pull him back in to a passionate smooch, breaths quickening from the action.

✰ Mewling his name repeatedly- like a solemn prayer to the heavens- your body completely yields to his addictive touch, that tickles and rubs against your most vulnerable zones. You cared for him, yearned for him- so, so much. Desperately avoiding even spending a fraction of a second apart, your entire body clings onto his form as you warble words that bleed with love.

✰ "That's right. Hold on even tighter, so tightly that it becomes impossible to let go. Let me feel you in your entirety." He's also been entirely consumed by the moment, losing beneath tidal waves of passion, as well as ones of heart-wrenching melancholy.

✰ Continuing to rub his body against yours in a soothing circular motion, Solomon parts from by sucking onto your bottom lips as his gaze locks into yours- it's so deep and profound that it leaves you trapped, unable to look away.

✰ By this time, you're a sweaty mess- Chaldea uniform all crumpled, as your body fills with electrical tremors of desire, tingling with pleasure. To Solomon, such a sight is alluring- though a twinge of something so forlorn (that even he can't quite grasp it) lacerates his heart at seeing you so laid so emotionally bare before him.

✰ "...Despite overcoming numerous hurdles, you are still so precious, so fragile a human. Romani- I- no, I'm sorry that I was unable to see things through with you until the very end. I... I love... you." Sealing his hesitant vow with lips that softly regaled your forehead, your eyelids; every facet of your face, loose tears make their way down his face, his once steely golden eyes now a pool of melting amber.

What a sorrowful finale this was turning out to be.

[blueskywater-happiness]

So I will dance with Cinderella ( Papa Ozymandias and Gudako)

Author's note: This idea struck me while I was listening to Cinderella by Steven Curtis Chapman and coincidentally remember a small fandom in Pixiv, making Ozymandias a father figure to Gudako. These characters are from Fate Grand Order.

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When did the time go? Ah it is really a hassle for such a radiant being such as I, the King of Kings and the incarnation of the Sun god Ra, the shining God King Ozymandias. Time is a fickle being that eludes even I. Yet that little girl, the Chaldean master, whose golden eyes glows nearly similar to such I, seem to be content lazing her days away although she does show potential.

Yet when did she became as dear to him, as what his beloved and younger brother is to him?

She spins and she sways to whatever song plays Without a care in the world And I'm sitting here wearing The weight of the world on my shoulders

She got better at fighting, ever since I first lay my eyes on her, her bravery, her foolishness, her courage...

Silly child. She leads her servants with such determination, even as the world and the universe itself began to test her mettle.

She is still a child at the end of the day, her youth and her charisma. I do not know why but I often wish she could have enjoyed her years like her peers.

Instead she acts as a hero, therapist, a king (such a title befitting such as her), master, and other terms that best describe this child.

I have no idea why we began to spend time together, of course the other servants make such remarks about us being seen often. Ha, romantic partners? No one can beat his beloved Queen in that category.

That child just makes his heart clench.

It's been a long day and there's still work to do She's pulling at me saying, "Dad, I need you There's a ball at the castle and I've been invited And I need to practice my dancin' Oh, please, daddy, please"

"Pleeeeease Pharaoh!" Gudako puts her hands together in a begging position. "Can you please teach me?? The others are busy and you're a Pharaoh once, surely you can teach me!?" she looks up pitifully. I laugh loudly "Ho! You ask for my assistance little mage? Very well!" I then pat her head "I expect I shall be rewarded me more of your current age's technology, Gold one and I need more games to compete!"

"Yes yes yes! And thank you! I don't know why Marie wanted a ball." Gudako sighs "Oh shoot I better get the Cu group to the training room, I'll see you later Pa-" she froze and turns red. "S-sorry!" Pa...?

...hahaha...

I cover my eyes as I laugh. Of course, that is the answer, how could I, the Great Pharaoh of Egypt, forget?

"I permit you to address me such, Gudako." I pat her head as she gape at me. She then smiles wide.

So I will dance with Cinderella While she is here in my arms 'Cause I know something the prince never knew Oh, I will dance with Cinderella I don't want to miss even one song 'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight And she'll be gone

Ah the ball, granted what he usually held back then is different from what the Queen of France is doing. It is unseemly for I to not attend. The King of Knights, the male one, and Golden One are beside me, we the Kings should observe how the children are to act. (King of Knight enough of those potato dishes, you act no different from your counterparts).

"Papa!" Golden one stare at me incredulously "She address you as a father?" his red eyes scan me. "Ho, are you envious that a child of her ability address me such? Such a worthy child as well." I slyly raise my wine. He snort "Hardly, Sun King. She is still a mongrel though worthy in my older self's eyes. I make exceptions to that." he sips his wine. I turn around to see Gudako-- I could not breathe. She looks beautiful, like a goddess, a princess-- Princess... his little princess... "What do you think papa?" she smiles at me "I ho--" "Radiant." I whisper to her "You are as radiant as the stars in the sky, little one." I extend my hand to her "Are you not going to dance with your father, little one?" I smiled softly to her. (I shall ignore those annoying light flashes from those cameras, honestly back in his days memories are more precious, living the moment than trying to capture a moment you are not in.)

Gudako giggles at me as she accepts my hand. "Of course I will dance with you papa!" I spun her slowly as our feet moves with the rhythm, as the minutes pass, those horrendous thoughts resurface... She's mortal, she could be attack at anytime... but for now, a dance will preserve their time together.

I held her hand a bit tightly, squeezing it a bit but not too hard.

For now, she is in my arms, dancing as her laughter echoes.

She says he's a nice guy and I'd be impressed She wants to know if I approve of the dress She says, "Dad, the prom is just one week away And I need to practice my dancin' Oh, please, daddy, please"

"What in Ra's name is prom..?" I look at Gudako as she and I went to the market-- mall. "All I see is a dance event similar to balls except with more alcohol for underage children like you." I mumbled

"It is like a rite of passage, Edison told me those around my age do this when they are in school." she tug me "Everyone is holding a Chaldean version of it. They say in America parents take their children to go shopping for the clothes~" she giggles.

Honestly those dresses do not fit her at all. "Such folly, little one." Although it is to be expected, I am use to her antics after all these years. "I can host events just for you."

Ah brother... my beloved Nefertari, you would adore her.

"Eh the point is it'll be among my age." she then grins "Buuuut--" I laugh "Ah you have yet to master dancing? Even when I started to mentor you for a few years? Perhaps you should cut back your habit playing with the sphinxes and stop skipping those lessons." I tease.

"Ah but papa!" she whines "You gave them to me!" she pouts. "Also I though you like--" "As a peer but not as a suitor to a child of mine." grumbling, an idea struck me "Honestly must you entertain his courtship? You, who I adopt and love as my own, shall be a Queen of her own Kingdom and lead legions of worthy servants, why, I can create a magnificent pyramid for you!"

Why do you even need to go away? You're still a child- my child.

"Papa! He's a nice guy and he helps me!"

"Well Golden One is not so nice but he helps, King of Knights is nice but a glutton--"

"Uncle Gilgil and Uncle Arthur are different!"

So I will dance with Cinderella While she is here in my arms 'Cause I know something the prince never knew Oh-oh-oh-oh, I will dance with Cinderella I don't want to miss even one song 'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight And she'll be gone

Her smiles eventually crack, her eyes dull, the world is so cruel. She collapses into my arms, another lostbelt. More blood on her hands.

I raise my staff to erect some sort of barrier, to not disturb her respite.

I want to take you away from here.

I gently run my hand through her hair, I suddenly heard someone entering. "You dare intrude my--" oh.. it is THAT boy. That--

He held his weapon tightly, eyes glowing with determination. "I am here for her, Pharaoh. Do what you must but you can't control what I want."

Insolent! Foppish, foolish, arrogant, wretched--

"Papa please..." she tugs my cape.

Why...?

She will be gone

If I left you go to him, then...

"Papa!" an echo of her younger voice rings in my head, I tried not to think.

I...

My little princess, where did you go..?

But she came home today with a ring on her hand Just glowing and telling us all they had planned She says, "Dad, the wedding's still six months away But I need to practice my dancin' Oh, please, daddy, please"

Golden one stares at me, a brow raise as he slides in a glass of wine for me. "Sun King, years already passed." he began.

I grumbled.

He scoffs "That boy, as much I regret saying such thing about mongrels, has proven himself. Did he not risk his life for her?"

"And so did the rest of us! And he is a servant! Can he truly give her the life she deserves!?"

Can I?

Pity flash across his eyes, oh perhaps my noble phantasm can erase his--

"Sun King, not everything stays the same nor shall anyone can escape the passage of time." he then gestures to where my princess is.

I froze, the white dress on her, the veil. She looks just as radiant, his little princess.

Soon a Queen to her King.

"Papa!" Gudako waves at me, a familiar twinkle in her eyes. Ah, even after all these years?

"She is still your princess, Sun King." a hand on my shoulder. "Ever the foolish inside even as she grows. Now go, your sulking is distasteful and frankly sickening."

I walk towards her, this time, it is my hand that is accepting hers. She grins up at me.

The wedding will be held six months from now...

When did the time go? Such a hassle for such a radiant being such as I, the King of Kings and the incarnation of the Sun god Ra, the shining God King Ozymandias. Time is kind yet cruel, it gives and takes.

So for now... as I dance and sway with her.

For now she is still my princess until the day I will lead her to the altar. For now I am her dance partner until that day.

"Thank you for dancing with me, papa." Gudako said to me in a lowly voice. "I love you papa."

A...ah... This child makes his heart clench.

"I love you too, my princess..."

I held her hand a bit tightly, squeezing it a bit but not too hard, just as before but this time a tear escape from my eye.

For now, she is in my arms, dancing as her laughter echoes.

So I will dance with Cinderella While she is here in my arms 'Cause I know something the prince never knew Oh-oh-oh-oh, I will dance with Cinderella I don't want to miss even one song 'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight And she'll be gone

[drvortigern]

anyway hi! i'm revealing the secret on my pinned post to say that i have a new oneshot up on my ao3, kiss_like_vortigern 🩷

go give it a read when you have the time ><

link to fic

[misusage-and-removal]

Man that. That's a depressing idea for a fgo fanfic      

Guda and castoria getting forced to relive lb6 with all their knowledge of what happens in it.

And they know everything in it isn't real as well.

The only other person in there that's probably also real is merlin. Either of them.

This feels like a dozen people can write it a dozen different ways. And all 12 will be absolutely heart wrenching. And a few will probably be amazingly cathartic.

I'd write it myself but I don't even know where to begin with ideas on how they'd be forced through their personal hell again.

[novelelitist]

Mahou Kemono Kaiju ☆ Illya!

Rating: General Audiences Characters: Illya, Shirou, Luvia, Rin, and Ruby (the Cat) Summary: Illyasviel von Einzbern is obsessed with magical girl cartoons, but otherwise, she's just like every other fifth grader whose parents are never home. One day on her way to school, she gets the chance to join her shojou heroes (and maybe those annoying older girls who like her brother)—but at what cost?!

This is THE Magical Girl-cat-cat-girl piece you didn’t know you needed for Illyasviel von Einzbern. It’s the fourth-wall breaking masterpiece that didn’t get banned in Australia. Go read it. It’s cute, funny, and a lovable parody of the magical girl genre.

[adelha-mathilde]

For the Right Reasons (FGO) drabble

content: Adelha is asked a complicated question by Ritsuka Fujimaru and Mash. So the current head of Chaldea's Arboretum Project takes the time to discuss this with the youths as they tend to her gardens. With many of the Servants present to weigh in and listen to the discussion. Established relationships, talk of intimacy and mature subjects, set shortly after the London Singularity.

// haven't touched FGO in ages so the idea for this came out of nowhere hope you all can enjoy the fic back to my corner I go //

The arboretum was full of activity this fine morning. Various tasks being seen to by either staff members or Servants for peace to reign. Yet a call over the comms would alert the head of Chaldea's Arboretum Project that two youths were headed to her location. Which had Adelha hum as she told Doctor Archaman she would be waiting for the two youths. So Ritsuka and Mash would arrive at the workshop Adelha frequented to find that she was already waiting for them. Several wicker baskets there on the front porch for Adelha to smile and hand one to Ritsuka right off. "Come along, sweeties. We may speak as we gather the fruits from the orchard. Heaven knows you both need the leisure of simple tasks as we talk. So let us walk and talk."

Mash wore a look of confusion before she did as instructed. Yet Ritsuka seemed more distracted than usual. The teenager moving with idle motions as a shadow emerged from the workshop. The Phantom of the Opera all but vibrating with an unspoken fervor that had his Master wave him to her side. The Assassin all but folding himself around Adelha to float as she walked with the two youths towards the orchards. It didn't take long for the Phantom to revert to spirit form so as to linger without being seen. Yet it held little over the conversation as the teenagers began their task of picking fruit from the trees. Minutes spent with Adelha engaging Mash with idle chatter so as to ease into the upcoming discussion.

After several minutes of simple fruit picking, Ritsuka finally stilled to let their question out into the open air. The sound both hoarse and hesitant. "Adelha. What is it really like to have sex with someone?" Mash blushed to drop the peach in her hand for it to fall to the ground as she shouted, "Master! What is this all about?!" This had Ritsuka flinch as their own blush crept over their face and ears. Yet Adelha merely chuckled to reach out a gloved hand and gently ruffle Mash's hair to calm her. "Be at peace, Mash. This is a conversation that all souls of flesh and reason must have at some point. So it is to seek better understanding that this question is asked."

Adelha moved to stand beside Ritsuka to then climb up the tree so as the reach the higher hanging peaches. Which had the hiding Enkidu smile to then drop to the ground and simply move the basket so as to catch what peaches Adelha dropped down. Leaving Ritsuka free to speak their mind. "A lot of the adults already have had sex for various reasons. Some have been parents and have even had many partners. Most times I know a mage has sex to either ensure their lineage into the next generation. Or for mana transfers with their Servants. But I haven't asked about what makes it right or wrong. There's so much conflicting data and various viewpoints on this. So I feel really at odds with this and scared that any choice I make will be the wrong one."

Mash looked very sad to move and take Ritsuka's hand in her own. A small showing of comfort between two youths trying their best to sail through uncertain waters. So Adelha gave a hum of approval to let her words fill with warmth as much as sincerity. "Wisdom sits well on your shoulders, Ritsuka. Responsibility dictates your conundrum. This in itself shows your strength of character. So breathe and let your mind and heart empty of all thought and worry. Only when a cup is empty may it hold water." Ritsuka blinked to then nod and do just that. Sitting down next to Mash as the two let their tension ease away. Adelha's kitten soon wandering up to crawl into Mash's lap even as Fou did the same for Ritsuka as Adelha watched them. Letting the moment relax before she continued her task of picking peaches from the high boughs.

Soon enough, Adelha spoke with thoughtful ease. Her words as ever sweet and lilted with those traces of Ireland. "A thoughtful old man once told me that there are three kinds of sexual intimacy. Carnal satiation. Seeking pleasure. And making love. The true intention the Almighty Lord had for sex was always to be the third choice. One meant as a divine blending of two into one. A way for a bride and groom to worship what they are under their wedding vows. Such is for loving and being loved in kind. It is based upon vulnerability that two souls might seek to become one. A way to empty all of yourself into another as they do the same in equality. Such would demand an unbreakable oath to keep such between the Almighty and the two who have chosen to join. Never to be repeated or boasted of with others. Something personal and private should be kept as a treasured moment to savor yet kept in sacred privacy."

Enkidu paused in their motions for but a moment before they chuckled in rich tones to look very thoughtful. The divine construct soon catching the peaches from the air with fluid and effortless motions as Mash gave a sigh of pure romantic emotions. "That sounds so beautiful and romantic. Like something out of a novel or black and white movie." But Ritsuka has a thought to tilt their head and have a realization. "Wait. I think David touched on something similar. He mentioned the Psalms written in scripture and that many of them are written as love songs to glorify the love between husband and wife as much as the love between God and man. Is that why this sounds so familiar?"

Adelha grinned to clap a few times and look elated. "You wouldn't be far off the mark on that idea, Ritsuka. The old man I am relating from was part of the church and tended Sunday mass for as long as he lived. He was a stubborn and grumpy sourpuss that tended to scold me more than he would praise me. Yet he was a good man who lived his life well." Mash gave her shy smile to note with a tinge of sadness, "You sound like he was very important to you. I take it he already passed away?" Adelha gave a nod to then sigh heavily. Yet there was still abiding love in her words. "Yes. I gave the eulogy myself. He and his wife led full lives and are still much loved by those who knew them. Their grandson is actually my first true love."

Both Ritsuka and Mash went bug eyed at this to look shocked as the Phantom of the Opera reformed to stay close behind his Master. Yet Adelha simply hummed a few loving intonations to her Servant for the Assassin to ease out of his rigidness for Adelha to continue picking the peaches from the high bows. "Jayden lived next door to me when I was a child. We basically slept in the same crib our families were so tight knit. His grandparents were the ones to raise him as much as myself. While my parents did the same for him. After the tragedy that killed my parents and I moved to Germany, Jayden always stayed in touch. We would see each other often. He would come to stay with my family in Germany during the Christmas season. While I would return to his family for some of the summer. Our friendship soon deepened into so much more. Hence why I chose him to be my groom." Ritsuka and Mash hung on every word even as the Phantom shifted to rest his head on Adelha's shoulder. The Servant having tears in his eyes just as his Master as she spoke more. "Jayden didn't live long enough for us to wed. Tuberculosis was ever part of his life and it was his death after twenty years of walking this earth. We only made love that one time and it was a true worshipping of what we were and would never get to be. A piece of me went with him into eternity just as I kept some of him in exchange. Yet the time we had to us is a priceless gift that I would be thankful for. In this way do I honor he that is my first true love."

Adelha looked down at Ritsuka and Mash to have them lock their gaze to her. A moment of unspoken thoughts and feelings passing between those present before Adelha smiled. Her words holding a single question. "Ritsuka. Mash. The real question you should always ask when it comes to intimacy is one I pose to you in this form. What are my reasons for wanting this other individual and are they for the right reasons? That is what will make the act of sex right or wrong for you deep down inside your hearts and souls. That is the most simple yet primary question you should ask of yourselves. So that is how we will end this discussion for now. I would advise both of you to think and study more with this question as you basic compass to finding out more. Just be aware. As your elder and older sibling figure, be warned that there will be a scolding in store for whichever one of you decides to act first and ask later. Now take the furry ones to your rooms and have a good meal. I recall our beloved Emiya was going to make a filling lamb stew for us."

Ritsuka took but a moment to collect themselves before smiling with relief and good cheer. Only to stand and help Mash up for them to head to the dining hall with Aqua and Fou still getting their much demanded pets and cuddles. Their forms fading into the tree line as Enkidu watched the youths depart. Their own words hinting at approval and warmth. "They leave with more questions than answers after your words of council. Yet they seem more certain than hesitant as they head to pursue those answers. My mother Aruru might wish to discuss more with you on your viewpoints. However, your words held your beliefs and truths in order to guide and nurture. Truly, beholding such moments is both captivating and amusing."

Adelha gave a chuckle of noise to then shift so that the Phantom of the Opera might hold her in his embrace more securely. The Assassin much like a pacified creature basking in the summer sun as Adelha turned to place a chaste kiss to his jaw not covered by his mask. Which had the Phantom give a shiver and keen of pure delight. The Master soon speaking with a light but pointed conviction. "I am here to Protect and Nurture. This is who I am, Enkidu. So whenever a soul has need of advice or comfort, I would freely give such. Now then. I think I want to treat Erik to a peach pie for being such a devoted shadow. Enkidu. Would you like to make one as well to bring to your Master later?" Enkidu looked very pleased at this offer to lift up the now full wicker basket and smile. "Why that sounds like a fine idea. A peach pie for my Master. As well as one for Gilgamesh. Let us go back to your workshop and make ready the oven."

[otaku-tactician]

Hello! Here's another fill for @nasuversekinkmeme. This is concerning the prompt in which an anon wished for some Cu Alter body horror headcanons.

This fic is rated mature for gore, violence, body horror, self-harm, swearing, shower scenes, nudity, symbiosis, and blood, and stars Cu Alter in the midst of a tragic battle, one that pushes him, his body and his armour to their utmost limits.

Summary:

Fused together with the mighty sea beast he once defeated- the indomitable Curruid Coinchenn- Cu Alter's armour is no ordinary suit of protection. What secrets- and perchance, horrors- may lurk beneath the depths of his spiky layers of defence?   (Written for a body horror prompt for Nasuverse Kinkmeme; this fic explores possible ways in which Cu Alter's armor interacts with both him and his body.)

[elstreem]

An actually short fanfic for once. lol

BediGuda, 724 words - just the two, spending some time together.

It was one idle afternoon, a precious time when things were not so busy - the two of them free, last Master of Humanity, and he the silver knight who attends to the King of Knights. 

A rare moment of peace, for them to lay together on the grass, Ritsuka curled up to Bedivere's chest, simply, quietly talking.

It was aimless chatter - reminiscence on hijinks in Chaldea, trying out a new recipe that the kitchen staff whipped up, a book they read together.

But the fact that they could do this -

That Bedivere, a knight once destined to fade from existence -

- he could do this. He could murmur into Ritsuka's ear words of a poem he'd loved -

“It went like this, Master -”

He kissed Ritsuka's ear, whispered words that rose and fell with rhythm, and Ritsuka lay still, blushing, face burning, heart pounding in her chest, wanting to laugh and run and shout, but she didn't, because here with Bedivere was the best place to be.

- laugh aloud over the latest mishap that happened to the unfaithful duo of the Knights of the Round Table -

“Melt was NOT having Tristan hit on her when he had just tried to woo Suzuka Gozen -”

“Oh, Sir Tristan. His courage...knows no bounds, but so does his bad judgement -”

“And Lancelot was chatting up Lip with motives in mind, but Mash saw him -”

“Ah, yes, I suppose everyone at Chaldea must have heard Sir Mash slamming Sir Lancelot into the near wall at what must have been the speed of sound!”

“Mash was sorry about the wall - er, walls she busted, she mowed through more than one, so that's why me and her and the Nemo Marines were fixing the walls -”

“Ahaha! Er - my apologies, Ritsuka. I didn't mean to laugh at you. And um, it is imprudent to laugh about my comrades' misfortunes, no matter if they brought it upon themselves.”

“Too late Bedi, I heard you laugh! You're so mean, laughing at your best friend like that, he he.”

“...well it is amusing, I cannot deny. Pfft. I mean, ahem. My sincere apologies, Master. I think I was helping with putting out the tea service for the afternoon so I was not there to curb Tris nor Sir Lancelot, but rest assured, next time -”

“Next time? So you know Tris is gonna do it again?”

“Unfortunately, of that, I am completely certain.”

“Pfft, ahaha, Bedi!”

“He he, well, next time, do come tell me, or Sir Mordred, Sir Gareth and might as well call Sir Percival too - I know Mordred will be quite happy to put Tris and Lancelot and in line -”

Ritsuka smirked and reached up to touch the tip of Bedivere's nose with a finger.

“Oho? And are you looking for a reason to bully Tris, too?”

Bedivere put on a thoughtful look, and spoke slowly, as if musing something.

“Nothing of that sort, of course! But he may need a gentle reminder that he has yet to pay back the debt he owes me during our time at Luluhawa…”

Oh, how Ritsuka laughed, the sound of it bright and happy and sweet to Bedivere's ears.

He found himself laughing too, in delight.

- to stay quiet as well, holding hands, Bedivere's left arm wrapped around Ritsuka's shoulders, his right hand clasping Ritsuka's left, their fingers linked, flesh and bone and silver.

He would stroke Ritsuka's back, and Ritsuka would snuggle close, relaxing, even dozing off, her breathing going deep and even.

And Bedivere would close his eyes as well - he didn't need to sleep, being a Servant -

But being with his beloved like this -

It felt so warm, so safe and secure.

It felt like home.

“Bedivere....”

Ritsuka's fingers squeezed, and Bedivere blinked awake, already alert.

“Thank you. For being here with me.” The words were a quiet murmur, barely audible.

A soft breath, hesitation, and Bedivere didn't say anything, simply waited, listening -

“Not just today - for answering my summons. For being by my side, all this time. Thank you…for loving me.”

In the quiet, there was only the sound of grass rustling in the breeze and the creak and clicking of metal, as Ritsuka squeezed Bedivere's hand.

And the knight's reply didn't need words, as he drew Ritsuka close in a hug.

“Of course…”

Know this, dearest to my heart. I feel the same way, too. 

[megashadowdragon]

1. Moriarty is not allowed to edit this list in any way shape or form, nor is he allowed to ask others to do so in his place.

2. Moriarty is to limit his spiels about how cute his "adoptive daughter" is to five minutes. Should he be caught exceeding that time limit, he will be subjected to Saber Fran's disappointed look for a duration of time equal to the overtime he spent gushing over her.

3. Chaldea's goal is not to "take over the world", and Moriarty is not allowed to convince new staff of this.

4. In light of the March 30th 2021 incident, Moriarty is no longer allowed to watch Saw (or any horror movie for that matter). Yes, the trap was non-lethal, but it still took staff five hours to find Master Ritsuka. Kiyohime had to be physically restrained as well, leading to several second to third degree burns.

"If he ends up being responsible for an increase of patients again, I'll drag him to the infirmary myself and give him a lobotomy." - Florence Nightingale

5. In continuation of the above, Moriarty is no longer allowed to make escape rooms of any kind. Better safe than sorry.

6. Yes, Moriarty turned out to be pretty good at Warhammer 40K when Osakabehime introduced him to the aforementioned game. No, that does not make him the "Grand Champion of Tzeentch", no matter how much he punctuates his victories with screams of "Just as planned !".

7. While it is true that Holmes had a fondness for cocaine at some point, calling him "Detective Crackhead" is just petty.

8. "Because I was bored" is not a valid excuse for a violation of any article in this list.

9. Neither is "Because I'm an old man". Except when it is It almost never is.

10. Moriarty is not allowed to compare himself to Napoleon in the latter's presence. Again. Repairing the shooting range is expensive.

11. As much as it would make Master Ritsuka happy, Moriarty is not allowed to replicate Odysseus' Troia Hippos.

12. In continuation of the above, Moriarty is not allowed to host Mecha fighting tournaments. Again.

13. Moriarty is not allowed to turn Babbage into a giant robot either, especially not if he wishes to do so to lend him to Medb in order to re-enact that one show from Trigger.

“She ruined that show for me.” - Master Ritsuka Fujimaru

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Addedums and the Following Rules should be added:

1a. Moriarty is also not allowed to get others to ask others to change the list, or engage in any scheme that would result in changing the list to his favor. This rule is subject to further change, as Moriarty is ever the Mastermind that is always pushing the boundries of what's allowable. Note: This is not permission for you to do as such, Moriarty.

3a. Moriarty is also not allow to make schemes that would destroy the world, shape it into a new order for his, Chaldea's, and/or Ritsuka's own benefits, or plot to take over the various Moonlit Organizations, which include but is not limited to the Mage Association, The Clock Tower, Atlas Acadamy, The Wandering Sea, any number of Dead Apostle Ancestors, Fairy Groups, Outer God Cults, etc.. We have a hard enough time saving Humanity and keeping the world from going 'KABOOM' , and we don't need anymore headaches involved in our day to day jobs.

Speaking of which, Rule 14: No schemes of his are to involve Foreigners, Their Patrons, or Outer Gods of any kind PERIOD. That also includes their various followers and associates - we do NOT want a repeat of the last time he pissed off Nyarly by orchestrating 'The Old Man Henderson' Incident.

1d4chan . org/wiki/Old_Man_Henderson#The_Origin_of_Old_Man_Henderson

4a. Moriarty is also not allowed to work with or advise any of the Torture Technicians in their 'work' , nor is he allowed to commission them for any schemes. Blackbeard still can't watch Madoka without screaming thanks to his, Ruby's, and Elizabeth's work......

6a. Moriarty is also not allowed to continuously gloat he is 'The Second Coming of Vecna' when playing DND.

6b. Moriarty is not allowed to run any TTRPG by himself without either his campaign being peer reviewed by a neutral party to make sure he isn't breaking any of the other Rules listed, causing unnecessary psychological harm or intense frustration with making a overly convoluted campaign, or trying to utilize it as a possible way to conduct other schemes of his under the radar. He is also banned from running 'Trail of Cthulhu' or similar Eldritch Horror TTRPGs - see Rule 14 for more details.

7a. Moriarty is also not allowed to taunt or mock Holmes about the lack of Watson in his life, nor bait him with tall tales and schemes revolving around Irene. The clean up from The Conspiracy Wars is not something we want to repeat.

13a. Moriarty is also not allowed to assist or make any mechas himself - we haven't forgotten the Robo Halloween Mess.

16. Moriarty is not allowed to engage in gambling - we still haven't stop the assassins and hitman the Las Vegas Casinos have sent after us for his hot streak through the city.

17. Moriarty is not allowed to taunt or psychological manipulate his fellow Servants without explicit permission from the Master AND his plans to be peer reviewed by at least 2 others, including one genius of similar intellectual capacity. We don't need him from making more enemies, nor incite Lancelot or Mordred to go headhunting again.....

Moriarty is no longer allowed to play any of the following video games with BB: payday, any entries in the Evil Genius, Grand Theft Auto, or Mafia franchises. Because Chaldea is not a test bed for new ideas, nor your Secret Lair, James.

Rule 18: Neither Moriarty, Osakabehime nor Tomoe are to use Logos React Generic as a game console. Yes the singularities that resulted did yield useful servants such as "Fairy Thief Arsene (Reynard)" but the several additional hours of work necessary to resolve said singularities makes this an unnecessary waste of resources.

18a: Moriarty is not to use Logos React Generic to watch movies, television shows, or any other form of video. Again, an unnecessary waste of resources.

18b: Moriarty is not to interact with Logos React Generic in any way shape or form; even if the "Fairy Tale Kingdom" incident was "Fun" it was still an unnecessary waste of resources. To hopefully prevent further misuse of this powerful device at least one version of Fran will be stationed to give a disapproving look when necessary.

Rule 19: After the "Murder House Party" incident all rules which have been applied to Moriarty shall also be applied to Holmes, where applicable. Yes no humans were harmed but Mash is still in her room attempting to figure out the many unanswered mysteries and we are starting to run out of string. Additionally, Holmes is to report to Mash Kyrielight's room to help solve said mysteries.

Rule 20: Under no circumstances are Holmes and Moriarty to "Fuse Together" in anyway. Yes we acknowledge that both the fusion and the resulting "Beast IV H+M" incident were accidents but to prevent such another such occurrence preventative measures must be taken.

18c: For the last time, neither Moriarty OR Holmes are to interact with Logos React Generic. To prevent another breach of this rule the device in question has been placed under the constant surveillance of Mycroft. Destruction was advised but Sion insists on keeping the device for "Sentimental reasons."

Moriarty is not allowed to add holidays to the Chaldean schedule without approval and discussion ahead of time.

"If you ever pull this again, you will be the one attending to the children next time." - Atalante Alter.

Addendum: Moriarty is now banned from proposing holidays for the forseeable future.

"I can understand Halloween and Christmas, but how did Take Your Daughter to Work Day create a singularity?!" - Director Goredolf Musik

The gacha laughs as I fail

"You see, that's a funny one. I think it started when Morgan and her daughter appeared..." - James Moriarty.

6a. Moriarty is also not allowed to invoke the other Chaos Gods. Last time he did it with Douman and Koyan, Chaldea had to deal with a whole Daemon horde and even Kiara put her foot down.

6b. The Table-top Gaming Club are hereby forbidden from summoning servants for the destruction of the storage area by a literal walking church and a fortress tank, courtesy of CREEEEEED!!

Moriarty is no longer allowed anywhere near the Summoning system, nor will we be summoning Hans Gruber to 'show him how it's done'. And Blofeld is right out.

6c. The summoning of Servants from Warhammer 40k is forbidden. We have enough headaches as it is. Yes, even the ones from the Imperium of Man. Anyone has any complaints, direct them to Moriarty.

Moriarty is not allowed to reenact the "Presentation!" scene from Megamind. We do not know what that giant Moriarty head is made out of, nor do we want to find out.

Moriarty is not allowed to stock Shuten's poisonous sake for "Servants with strong livers", and spike Sherlock's drink with it. It stopped being funny after the first six hours.

Moriarty is not allowed to prank Sherlock Holmes, unless he could clean up the mess within half an hour.

"Hm?" - Sherlock

"Much obliged" - Moriarty

Moriarty is not allowed to inexplicably crash into Holmes from above at all as revenge for what happened at Reichenbach Falls.

Moriarty is not allowed to blackmail any Chaldea personnel, including Servants, or charge exorbitant amounts for his material.

Moriarty is not allowed to make toy replicas of his main weapon unless they have been approved by Edison.

"I only unfairly jacked up the price one time!" -Edison

Moriarty is not allowed to construct hidden passageways, escape routes, and trap doors anywhere in Chaldea without express permission. Poor Scheherazade was scared half to death after accidentally falling and refused to leave her room as a result.

"One time was enough, Edison" -Tesla

Alternative to Rule 6: If Moriarty insists on any and all staff members of Chaldea to join him on another Charadon Campaign (698.M41) ie. Lamentars. Then kindly suggest Paradox-Billiards-Vostroyan-Roulette-Fourth-Dimensional-Hypercube-Chess-Strip Poker with Sigurd.

Moriarty is no longer allowed to put in motion his plans for establishing control of all Three Branches Of The Mages Association by taking control of the World's Economy and Stock Market. No, just because you're younger self did it is NOT a justification. And while having all Three Branches Of The Mages Association under control would be great, that is a headache Chaldea does not wish to get into. And no, crowning Ritsuka as ' The Emperor Of Humanity ' while tempting, is NOT something to be done.

Addendum : Moriarty is hereby forbidden from trying to convince Ritsuka to his schemes of World Domination by agreeing to create as many Mechas as he desires. Ritsuka SOMEHOW managed to convince Sion to take control of the Atlas Institute and even agreed to give her full control of it as well as complete freedom for research with material and knowledge from the other branches too. We have no idea HOW he managed to do it, and we have no intention of finding out.

6a. Moriarty is not allowed to set up the table nor influence the other player in setting up the table for battle, and if needed is to have a third party set up the table, so as to mitigate his mathematical manipulations.

6b. Everytime he does proclaim himself the Champion of Tzeentch, remind him that it is the Death Guard Foetid Viron unit "Tallyman" who has the "Malicious Calculations" ability, that Vorx and the Lords of Silence are obsessed with numbers and math, and that both of the previous are scions of Nurgle, Tzeentch's opposite.

6a.1. Moriarty is not allowed to participate in the selection of the third party, not even in terms of suggesting a possible candidate. He is also not permitted access to the knowledge of who it was that agreed to become said third party.

40. Moriarty is not allowed to be the tour guide for freshly-summoned Servants or new personnel. 41. Moriarty is not allowed to answer "Who is who" questions asked by new Servants or personnel. 42. Moriarty is strictly forbidden to convince anyone new that Sherlock is actually A-----es in disguise. Or one of the Genji in disguise. Or Lenin/Trotsky/any of the Bolsheviks in disguise. Or William Shakespeare in disguise. IN GENERAL Moriarty is forbidden to convincingly state, hint, insinuate, or try to prove that Sherlock is anyone else in disguise. If this rule is broken, Moriarty is to cover all the expenses for healing Holmes after being maced/decapitated/burnt/trapped in ice/sent a letter full of curses/harmed in any other way. 43. While the presentation "Why Cumberbatch is cuter, Downey Junior is hotter, and Livanov is cooler than the Chaldean Holmes" was surely entertaining, Moriarty is forbidden to constantly stream it on all Chaldean Channels. "Seriously, how dare he hack me in a middle of a broadcast!" - BB 44. Moriarty is not allowed to convince anyone that We don't talk about Sherlock (we do). 45. Moriarty is not allowed to raise funds for "donations to the Church/Cult of Ritsuka Fujimaru" (whether or not this Church/Cult exists). 46. Moriarty is not allowed to organise mass production of Instant-Pleasure, Instant-Pigification kykeon. In case of breaking that rule, he is to drink by himself all the kykeon produced. (For further information, see "The list of things Circe is no longer allowed to do in Chaldea") 47. Moriarty is not allowed to organize a chocolate black market for Valentine's day. M. Fujimaru is already struggling to eat the legally produced treats. 48. Moriarty is not allowed to change his name to circumvent this list by claiming he is no longer James Moriarty.

Moriarty is no longer allowed to forge anyone's handwriting, nor is he allowed to ask others to write letters for him. Furthermore he is not allowed to teach illiterate servants how to read, least he redefine the word "sincerely" to mean challenging one to a duel.

14. Moriaty is to not serve up any alcohol-related items to Master (regardless of their age and/or consent). The "Love-Confessing-Prank-Drinking-Game Incident" had previously drained Chaldea of 60% of our yearly budget to repair all working sectors to functional state, and we do NOT want to repeat that. Failure to comply shall be punished by Discipline Committee members Raikou and Martha

6C) If Moriarty is to play any tabletop OR card game in general, he must be accompanied by Saber Fran at all times. Hopefully, Fran's disappointed look would prove useful in keeping him in check should he try anything suspicious.

[orchestrated-haunting]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fate/stay night & Related Fandoms, Fate/Grand Order Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hector | Lancer & Fujimaru Ritsuka Characters: Hector | Lancer, Fujimaru Ritsuka Additional Tags: Light Angst, hector visits a museum, Museums, Not Beta Read Summary:

Maybe listening to Achilles’s grating voice boom around the hallways was not as bad as being in a silent museum looking at a painting of his own death.

[cloversdreams]

Rabbit Hole

Fandom: Fate/Grand Order Rating: Explicit Relationships: Charlemagne | Saber/James Moriarty | Ruler Summary: “Your outfit…” Charlemagne mumbled. Moriarty crossed his arms and frowned. He glanced off to the side when he muttered, “If you hate it so much that you can’t even bring yourself to look in my direction then just say s–” Charlemagne reacted before his brain had a chance to decide if it was a good idea. He was upon his lover instantly. Just when he wondered if it was too forceful, Moriarty leaned in to meet him kiss for desperate kiss. Their lips crashed together with the intensity of a pair who desperately needed to be as close as physically possible and didn’t care who knew it. Charlemagne was so freaking turned on right now. He only paused to mutter, “I haven’t seen you in so long and you greet me wearing something so provocative… how did you think I’d react? Of course I like it.” Charlemagne stepped closer and pressed his crotch against the other man, showing that he was already quite excited. “I really like it.” “It wasn’t like I planned this,” Moriarty reminded him. His gaze fell downward and there was a little smirk upon his face when he looked up again and added, “however, I am prepared to deal with the resulting consequences.”

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My, my, my, you're just a little freak (Like I thought) Why, why, why, you're just the same as me (Oh my god) Right, right, right, it's time to start the show Once more, deeper into this rabbit hole, we go