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mightysteelix · 3 years ago

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Pent Up Desires (Fic)

Ever since the summer event last year, I've been toying with the idea of a larger Robin. And now that its rerun is about to come, I've decided that it is time to finally write it out - and meanwhile hit as many of my kink buttons as possible. This is the result - one of my most indulgent works (if not the most indulgent work to beat them all).

Rating: Explicit Category: M/M Fandoms: Fate/Grand Order Relationship: Robin Hood | Archer/Billy the Kid | Archer Characters: Robin Hood | Archer and Billy the Kid | Archer Summary: Do you remember when B.B. said she would turn Robin into a pig during ServaFes? What if she followed on the threat, albeit with quite the twist?

Robin is cursed and can't control himself around food. Billy has promised to help, but he can't control himself around Robin.

Weight-gain kink fic. Don’t like, don’t read.

WARNING FOR KINK CONTENTS UNDER THE CUT

Additional Tags: Weight Gain; Belly Kink; Size Kink; Size Difference; Masturbation; Dry Humping; Stuffing; musclechub; Robin gets huge; And Billy tries not to jerk off whenever he sees him; Self-Indulgent

LAST WARNING FOR KINK

Summer was in full swing, and Babbage blasted enough steam to make Chaldea hotter than a waterless hole in the heart of the prairie. So, it did not come as a shock that Robin was rockin’ only trunks and an open shirt, which showed some well-sculpted arms. The guy was hell-fired handsome with the finest body ever, and if he wanted to kick back, Billy wouldn’t protest. Nay, what hit like a bullet to the brain was the ton of food in front of him—meats, loaves of bread, and a raft of drinks.

“How’s it goin’, partner?” Billy plopped down in a chair next to Robin. “Famished after Servant Fes sucked the life outta ya?”

“It’s…” Robin, with a larger scowl on his face than usual, panted. “It’s that… purple-haired witch’s fault.” He grabbed a drumstick and tore off some meat like a starved wolf. “She threatened to turn me in a pig…” His face was red with effort. “We had to win her Holy Grail…” He bit another chunk. “Don’t worry,”—Billy stifled a giggle when Robin mocked the Master’s voice—“she won’t follow on it.’ It’s easy to speak when this isn’t happening to them!” After chewin’ the last of the drumstick thoroughly, he swallowed. The slow gulp traveled down his throat and into his stomach. Robin punched his chest and exhaled in relief.

Billy’s eyes followed it and glued themselves to Robin’s gut. It was taut, bloated, as large as a basketball—and just as hard if he touched it. The pressure was makin’ the skin around the belly button burn angrily. The trunks rested under the overgorged curve, a trial of ginger peekin’ below the band. “True, partner, you’re becomin’ a nice piggy,” Billy quipped. “So, the purple lass’s itchin’ for a vendetta, and she chose ya?”

After he popped a soda open and drank half the bottle—his gurglin’ gut sloshin’ and expandin’ even more—Robin nodded. “She cursed the clothes. And I must’ve stepped on her toes something fierce when I complained to Master. Now I can’t even take the swimsuit off.” He grit his teeth, his handsome face (Was that the start of a double chin? Nay, don’t stare!) grimacin’ as he tried to keep the fizz down. His strained jaws opened as if pried apart, and with shakin’ hands, he poured in the rest of the drink. His neck bobbed; his stomach filled and grew in every direction. “Whenever I see—urp!”

Robin closed his mouth. His cheeks bulged with a held-back belch. Yet the stress forced his lips to open: “UUUURRPPP!” He bowed his limp head away. “Excuse me,” he muttered. “But when there’s any food—anything—I must eat it. It doesn’t matter if I’ll explode; my hands will push it down to my stomach.” He slapped the swollen ball, it barely swayin’. Something bubbled in its depths rose in his throat, and he let out another lengthy burp.

Bitin’ his lips, Billy leaned closer. “Have ya tried stayin’ outta here? Far from the eyes, far from the heart and all that?” he advised Robin, his eyes lookin’ anywhere but that overstuffed middle.

“I’m trying. But she’s pulling that Archer’s strings, too.” Robin grunted and glanced at the kitchen while devourin’ a buttered slice of bread. “If I leave my room, he’s on my tail with a cupcake or some other treat. Before I know it, I am dragged here and”—he pointed to the ungodly number of plates—“you see the rest.”

Billy nodded slowly, his whole willpower holdin’ him from lickin’ his lips. A fire was blazin’ in his chest—and his groin. He knew EMIYA’s dirty little secret way too well: the way a man’s gluttony melted him faster than an ice cube durin’ high noon. The Archer had left his treats unguarded when Amakusa discovered his sweet tooth. And when the Ruler came one morning, enormously flabby and flauntin’ it at every step, the pervert couldn’t stop blushin’! For Billy’s shock, neither could he. So did they become accomplices, secret friends bound by a common desire.

But gettin’ his pleasure from Robin, who hated every second of it? Damn, that was a new lowest of the low! Billy’s neck ached with strain as he did his best not to look, but he wouldn’t give in! “Forgive the question, partner,” he dropped it, hopin’ to divert the talk, “but if ya’re stuffin’ down so much food, how are ya not as fat as that priest boy?”

Robin clicked his tongue. “I’ve been burning off the calories. When I am not gulping down food here, I’m in the gym to work out. Doesn’t stop flab from piling.” Billy squinted, lookin’ for it, and caught himself. “But it does help.”

With some vigor, Billy’s line of sight moved higher—towards Robin’s arms. True, they were meatier, fillin’ the short sleeves of the shirt. Robin wasn’t a stick before, either, but now he was more powerful. Gorwin’. Maybe his legs had also bulked, but Billy didn’t wanna risk lookin’ at that gut again.

“Of course, after the training, my stomach is starving, and I chew down more food to make up for it. You should see how much EMIYA brings me then.”

Even more? Billy gulped—and before his brain could call out the horrible, horrible idea, he spoke. “Do ya need a partner for this job, partner? Someone to help with the trainin’ and to keep your appetite under control? Because ya can rely on me!”

“You know, that might help. Thanks a bunch!” Robin’s relieved smile stabbed Billy’s heart like a dagger. “Do you want to try it once I’m done here?”

“Sorry!” Billy jumped outta his chair. He wasn’t goin’ to ditch Robin—he owed up to his offers. “I’ve gotta do something else first!” Namely, one red Archer needed a few bullet wounds and a lecture on personal boundaries. “But tomorrow I’ll help ya!” And hopefully, he wouldn’t end distracted by that amazing, achy, hungry gut.

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“Damn that EMIYA!” Billy shouted as he collapsed on his bed. “And that purple wretch, too! When did they form their party?” His talk with the red Archer a day ago had gone to the dogs. That man had balls of steel—no matter how many threats or bullets Billy wasted, EMIYA did not budge. And B.B. had hidden in her little mouse hole, without a trace of her anywhere in Chaldea. Billy couldn’t find her, no matter how many rooms he checked—as the stupid chef had told him.

“No whiff of the Master, either,” Billy grumbled. Da Vinci had promised to deal with the unruly pair, but B.B. would stop only if her so precious senpai ordered her. And unless she lifted the curse before breakfast tomorrow, Billy woulda to help Robin with the training again. The pillow muffled his screams. His heart woulda exploded in his chest after watchin’ his partner once. God help him if he had to see him bustle those weights while his gut shifted and gurgled. He hadn’t stopped glarin’ at the packed sphere once, paying attention and squirmin’ whenever it swayed. Robin’s unintended teasin’—him drummin’ over the sphere every once in a while—made it even worse. Billy barely had survived today; tomorrow would kill him!

Even worse, he said some calories stuck as fat. Did that mean an ever-flabbier Robin with a softenin’ gut? How much feedin’s would it take ‘till it became an enormous tank of lard; ‘till it sagged over his deck and he needed someone’s help to jerk himself off? It would jiggle whenever he took a step, it would flop over his shorts—hell, Robin woulda to pull them under his belly! His shirt would hide nothing; nay, it would show off those juicy curves.

Billy’s crotch twitched. No! He clenched fists, his nails diggin’ in his palms. “I’m not beatin’ it to Robin, no matter how smokin’ hot he becomes!” There were boundaries to those things! He rolled, now lyin’ on his back. His dick was makin’ a tent in his pants. The movement only made it rub against the fabric, and the pleasure flared up even more. “Self-control, self-control, self-control!” Billy repeated like a mantra. A burnin’, powerful feelin’ arose in his chest.

Would Robin gain love handles, too? They’d be juicy and plump, always to be grabbed when there was a chance. Billy imagined squeezin’ them in his fingers, the flab jigglin’. Would they push his shirt even higher, so large that nothing would cover them? And when Robin tugged it relentlessly, his gut would shake. The threads would strain and groan, but the clothes wouldn’t fit over that engorged mass. When he gained moobs…

Billy shut his eyes. His body was tense and feverishly hot. Sweat was burnin’ his forehead, and the flame in his dick pulsated through him. He shouldn’t think about those two swayin’, soft sacks of flab. He shouldn’t imagine carresin’ them, kissin’ them. Precum moistened his underpants.

“Who knew: I’m a pervert enough to do it!” Gruntin’, Billy peeled off his pants and pulled down his briefs, freein’ his dick. “Only this time!” He snatched the lube from his nightstand—his hands trembled and almost dropped it on the floor—and generously coated his fingers. “Do yer fuckin’ worst, libido!” he swore and began pumpin’ his cock. The first touch rustled through his body, a torrent of pleasure to drown him. No, oh no, oh, oh, oh yes, yes! He was breathin’ heavily, and his hand didn’t stop.

Robin’s moobs would show under his shirt—nay, so large that he couldn’t fit clothes over them. He’d parade around naked, a total show-off, his gut, and moobs, and love handles, and delicious, delicious backrolls for the whole world to ogle. The shirt would be a mere piece of fabric, stretched and useless, good only for hidin’ his shoulders—if even that!

Billy tried to hold his moans—keep at least that dignity. His insides were coilin’, his muscles were shiverin’. His dick stiffened more, and he drew every movement long until his body woulda broken under the strain of lust. He gulped the moan down, opened his lips for a hasty breath, and closed them immediately, the pant havin’ built up in his throat.

Robin would become a titan of a man, his torso a lardy mountain. He would carry all the weight, his freakin’ strong body put to good use. Those powerful arms he boasted an entire day—that was a start because he would also swell with packed flesh. His shorts would tear around his tights, the veiny mass crackin’ them apart. But he would pay no attention to that. The curse would drive him to eat and eat, glut himself more, unable to fight the thrall of the food. He would complain of his growth but never resist because he couldn’t—not even when he outgrew the chairs, the doors, the halls.

His stomach would be stuffed at all times, yet callin’ for more. What if Billy brought him snacks to the gym? Robin went only there and to the dinin’ hall. What if they shortened that time? What if he did not stop fillin’ his gut, gorgin’ himself, the sphere bloatin’ out of proportions, dominatin’ his already enormous frame? Then he would explode into more impossible, more gargantuan sizes. There would be no end, no control, only expansion and flab, and muscle…

Billy arched his back. A desperate, loud moan—almost a hiss—left his lips before he could bite it down. He was thrusting more rapidly, hastily, desperate for that release. If only he coulda Robin with himself, to have his way him.

If he were there—small, almost invisible next to the giant that was Robin, he would cheer. He would rejoice as the other Archer lifted heavier and heavier weights in the gym, his muscles so swole that they would tear the skin open. Veins would run under the sweaty flesh, visible over the bloated mass. And when Robin wanted to eat… Oh, boy, Billy would make sure he packed away his fill. He would push the meals in the other Archer’s mouth, rub his belly to provide comfort, and squish the flab under his fingertips, enjoy it as the gut would seemingly grow under his touch. Or, it would be tight and heavy, stretched to its limits, angry and protestin’ the constant stuffings. But it would be so used to the fullness and the cursed hunger that Robin wouldn’t handle a second without bein’ stuffed. It would be like an addiction—nay, it would be one—to eatin’, to blowin’ up, to growin’ fatter.

And if Robin enjoyed it as much as Billy, then the blond would have no problem givin’ some bonus help. He closed his eyes and imagined Robin’s dick in his hand. The massive roll of his gut pressed into the fingers, and as Billy stroked the cock, it would groan and roar, so overstuffed that it could burst open. He could also ride that massive ball, rub his member all over it while pushin’ caloric meals into Robin’s stomach. Or he could push his shaft between the two lardy ass checks and fuck Robin!

There, almost there! Billy was pantin’, out of breath, hot as coals. His ghosting fingertips ran across the red tip of his dick. It was an itchy, sudden touch that quickly ended. He hoped to prolong that sick, depraved cravin’ for as long as possible. Thoughts of relief were pushed to the corners of his mind.

Once their efforts came to an end, Robin would be huge, too large for his puny clothes. He would march around Chaldea, showin’ off his naked, heavy, thick body. The muscles would sway, the veins of his biceps and calves would shift. His enormous gut—so enormous that it would fall over his erect dick—would gurgle at every step: either achy and overfilled or not full enough and needin’ more. Robin would tend to it, gloat, relish in his new size and consume even more food. He would feed himself further into titanic sizes. Control would slip out of his mind. After gorgin’ himself, he’d be so horny, so desperate, that he’d pound Billy straight there in the canteen.

Cum shot outta Billy’s cock over his hand, and he was moanin’. His sheets were sticky as the white liquid soaked them., but he kept squeezin’ the last few lustful drops. The heat was sated, the achin’ hole in his chest filled for the time bein’. But, he realized with newfound clarity, tomorrow it would set him on fire again. And the thought of Robin attackin’ the filled tables like a beast sent a shiver down his dick again.

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“Almost… There!” Robin grunted, gritting his teeth, and pushed up the barbell. His arms stretched, his large muscles expandin’ to their full size and squeezin’ again. His sleeves were already rolled as high as possible, not fittin’ around his swollen arms but tried to creep up more. Sweat was glistenin’ on the skin as it rippled - a proof of the effort he was puttin’ in. His round pecs—as big as apples—flexed, hard despite the flab that covered them. They swayed rhythmically as the weight moved up and down, plusatin’, tensin, and relaxin’: one, two; one, two. Billy’s eyes traced them as they shook, and he could see himself gropin’ them, holdin’ that powerful flesh… “And done!” Robin’s proud shout snapped out Billy. But it was for the worse because the huge Archer sittin’ on the bench let the barbell in place and scratched the curve of his gut, which rolled over his waist.

Fidgetin’ and tremblin, about as helpful as a snowball in a summer gunfight, Billy was warmin’ a nearby bench. He had been comin’ every day, unable to tear eyes away from the clothes that seemed to shrink around Robin’s growin’ body. The gym trips didn’t make him any smaller—especially when, after every workout session, Robin gorged himself until his bloated stomach couldn’t fit a morsel more. Then, he’d complain he was so full, drag out long moans and poke the stuffed sphere. As he sated his gluttony, it distended, pushed out more, and sometimes—a hot thrill cut through Billy—rested on his lap.

Billy bit his lips, strugglin’ not to slip a hand down in his pants right at the gym. He rubbed his tights together. His face was sizzlin’ like fire, and his breaths were rushed, unruly, desperate. He shook his head, hopin’ to clear the fantasy, but choose the damned best worst moment.

Robin jumped on the floor. The shockwave rocked the bench. Didn’t the equipment also rattle? Billy swallowed and the gulp lodged in his throat. He was shiverin’, truly feverish, trying’ to look away from the handsome behemoth. He knew what was comin’, but his neck refused to budge.

“Let’s go to the canteen.” Robin grinned lazily, his chubby cheeks jigglin’ a little. “After this stress, I should eat something.” He drew fingers over his exposed belly. Hadn’t he started touchin’ it more often—almost as if he got his kicks outta it.

No, no, no! Don’t think like that!

“Wasn’t the plan that you stopped stuffin’ your face, partner?” Billy wanted to stall—he was a god-damned coward. Once he saw Robin gulpin’ down food like there was no tomorrow, all pretenses of holdin’ back would fly straight outta the window. “Ya sure it’s not the purple hag’s doin’?” He didn’t know if he had the power to stand up without his legs meltin’ in a puddle.

Robin crossed arms behind his back, the mass of his bulky arms and forearms pressin’ together. “Does it matter much? I mean, I am not sprouting a pigtail, right? I was worried B.B. was literal with her curse.” He glanced down at his belly. “I can get used to some flab.”

Billy’s small body clenched as he struggled to hold back a moan. Robin was already a damn-fine lady-killer—in that case, a bloke-killer. His awesome, broad shoulders led to beefy arms, as thick as tree trunks - as possible capable of tearin’ them outta the ground. A soft layer of flab—quiverin’ unless Robin flexed—bloated their size further. But if Billy dragged fingers over ‘em, he’d feel the packed bulk underneath. Those powerful monsters could—a hiss of pleasure pinned him to the bench—snap him in two. Robin’s muscles were top-notch, too: wider than his arms, shaped by constant bustin’ at the gym and the very act of carryin’ his bulk. They were veiny, ripped, and made the puny summer shorts stretch and ride up under the curve of Robin’s gut.

That lardy overhand attracted attention without fail. It was an enormous sphere of pure fat. The hidden muscles kept it in a firm, massive, fat ball. Robin still tugged the shirt around his oversize middle; the buttons ached and shook, hangin’ for their dear life. His poor shorts fared even worse, trapped between the titanic tights and the blobby belly, strained into a thin line of fabric. What if, while Robin was packin’ away food, it snapped in two, no longer survivin’ the pressure? Would he shrug it off and keep eatin’, too gluttonous to consider it? Would he glut himself, his pecs—round, sightly saggin’, the perfect ending touch to his appearance—wobblin’ at the fast movements?

“Hey! Are you coming?” Robin asked. He had turned his back towards Billy. The shirt rested well above his soft, squeezable love handles, which trembled with each step. His bloated ass cheeks pressed together, foldin’ as he walked. The shorts barely covered them—and if Robin kept feedin’ himself and expandin’, no clothing would fit him. When the threads snapped, and his body exploded outta them.

Billy’s mouth opened wide, and he stood up, followin’ their hypnotizin’ sway. It wouldn’t come to that, would it? Robin had more self-control, did he not? But he had no problem with growin’ fatter—and if his eager steps were an indication, he could even await it. Billy’s imagination quickly did its job, paintin’ a pic of Robin, who was eatin’ no longer with resignation but with cheer. He would adore the way his flab folded or his muscles swelled. He would rejoice more the less he could see under the dome of his girth, proudly lift even heavier barbells and dumbbells and eat his weight in food.

“Come, or you’ll miss everything!” Robin shouted from the hall, turnin’ so fast that ripples spread through the entire mass of his engorged gut.

“I’m comin’, partner!” With an uneasy waddle, Billy followed him. Had he found out? Could he? As if he was a mutt with a yanked chain, the blond rushed down to the canteen. His brain could wait. Robin was right; Billy needed to see every second of that show.

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Billy’s legs dragged him towards the canteen sluggishly, weakly. He hesitated at every step, pulled back, and then minced forward. What if someone saw him? He had to scram as fast as possible, get far from the dinin’ room. His dick was throbbin’ in his pants—and they were so tight that the whole Chaldea musta noticed. Hot sweat soaked him to the bone: anxiety, arousal, and anticipation. He had clenched his hands and mustered whatever willpower was left to him. “I’m not beatin’ it in the halls,” he murmured in the lonely corridor. “No matter how much I’m burnin’, no matter if it’ll drive me insane, no matter that Robin’s embraced piggin’ out and when I enter the canteen, I’ll find him stuffin’ himself sick.” Each second was painfully long-drawn torture as the twitches of pleasure set him ablaze.

“Can you walk faster, please? You partner”—the voice was so heavy with sarcasm that Billy could see it drippin’—“is inside and has already begun. If you arrive too late, he will have finished.”

“EMIYA!” Billy crouched in his shootin’ position. The tight pants rubbed his sensitive cock, and he felt himself edgin’ closer to release. He tried to hide the dick with his hands but brushed its tender head. “You’ve got a lotta courage,” he tried to push away that shameless joy, “showin’ up before my eyes.”

“Keep the rage for later. The curse would have failed if he did not enjoy it.” The unfazed Archer passed by him. Then, he stopped, glanced around shiftily, and turned back. “And you don’t have to thank me for this. Honestly. The grand plan was someone else’s.”

“I’m gonna give you all the gratitude you deserve, no worries!” Billy reached for his gun, but EMIYA slipped past him and disappeared.

He coulda chased the Archer, but there were more pressing things.

With the red vermin gone, Billy opened the doors and entered the canteen. He moved through empty chairs. The lively hall was now ghastly empty, not a sound to distract him.

Only one table was occupied—or, more accurately, three tables put together as a one. There was no other way the oversize feast woulda fitted. Potatoes, dazzlin’ with melted butter; meats with sauce as thick as syrup; mountains of golden, crispy fried rice—those were a few of the dishes, reversed for the special guest. And he was wolfin’ down a huge plate of appetizers along with a large bottle of soda to keep him company, the same ol’ grin plastered on his face. “Hey, partner!” he spoke, his mouth full. “I would say that you can pick whatever you like, but, uh, I have the feeling this is all for me.”

The flame of passion erupted into Billy. He bit his lips, and his hand reached for his cock, stroking it through the pants. It brought some short-lived relief, but then it rose higher—like a wave which would drown him if he stopped. “S-so,” he hoped to move the topic to anything else, “you were serious ‘bout enjoyin’ the curse, partner?”

The enormous gulp traveled down Robin’s throat. “How does it look to you?” He polished away the last few bites and set the plate on a pile of empty ones. When did he have the time? Billy had come ten minutes after him! How fast was Robin gorgin’ himself?

“If the red Archer will be my chef, I might get a use out of him.” Robin moved onto a juiced steak with bewitchin’ aroma and dug straight in, lickin’ the splotches of grease that stained his lips. “It’s not a weak start, but I bet I can do better. There’s a lot more to eat, after all. Do you want to watch?”

If Billy had any sense left, he should have realized the so clear teasin’. But he could only think about Robin’s huge body, about his gut and ass and bottomless hunger. Squirmin’, he nodded.

“Then you can sit here.” Robin patted the space on the bench near himself. “It might be a little tight, but a small guy like you can fit.”

Small. As if in a trance, Billy walked and plopped down, squeezin’ his body as close as possible to Robin’s flab. His left side was sinkin’ in the lard, feelin’ the warmth which the oversize Archer radiated. Those temptin’ rolls bulged over the smaller man, spillin’ over his lithe frame. He was like a mouse next to the engorged mountain that was Robin. “When did ya began enjoyin’ it, partner? Didn’t ya say ya will be stayin’ fit ‘n’ trim?” His hand hadn’t stopped runnin’ over his cock; how the hell had Robin not noticed?

“No, I did not want to be a pig. I thought B.B. would make me a large pink animal, but it seems she hadn’t been literal. Besides”—Robin stopped his feast to grip his flexed biceps, stretchin’ his fingers to fit around it—“this is quite far from a fat pig. I would have ended this earlier, but I had fun playing with you.

“You… On purpose?” Billy couldn’t bear it anymore.

“Why else? Did you think someone missed the way you were staring at me?”

It was as if a bomb had exploded in Billy’s chest. He shoulda been ashamed, distraught that his dirty secret was out in the open. But instead, he felt bliss, utter and true bliss. Robin was on the same page. Robin was on the same page! “Then, partner… Can I?” He was tremblin’, barely able to speak.

“Do whatever you want. You’ve earned it.”

Billy jumped onto him, perchin’ himself atop the blobby gut. His face leaned forward, and he kissed Robin’s revealed moobs. He pressed his lips over the pecs. His face was enveloped in the soft chub, and his tongue caressed them from the perky nipples and up the curve, glidin’ over the muscle underneath.

He began grindin’ against Robin’s belly. The flab engulfed his cock. As Billy thrust into it, his dick not penetratin’ deep enough to fell the muscle, it shook around. Those jiggles made him throb with pleasure, arch his back, and squeeze—squeeze all he could.

Robin’s huge arms were the nearest. Billy’s hands slid over them, feelin’ the muscle ripple. The veins shifted with each movement and… Was Robin still stuffin’ himself?

The fat sphere pushed out, givin’ in less and less. Robin’s gut was growin’, fillin’ up with food, and he was bound to end even flabbier; even bigger—so impossibly enormous that Billy would be but a speck next to him. He’d be so tiny next to that solid wall of flab and flesh and beef!

Jizz soaked Billy’s underpants. The relief—the final relief—crashed over him like a wave and let out an unabashed moan in Robin’s chest. His warm, frantic pantin’ made the skin tingle.

And he rose his head, and his red, messy, wild smirk met a proud grin.

“For such a small guy, you’re pretty intense,” Robin said. He was breathing heavily, his belly pushing in and out. “Do you think you can handle a round number two?”

The blond, ruffled outlaw nodded, his body movin’ before his brain had a chance to react. “You betcha, partner!”

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sunmaylight · 3 years ago

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FGO Danmei Romani AU - Post Solomon Singularity

I’m still alive. Um, yeah. Have been more active on Twitter, sorry. But still check here for FGO stuff ever now and then.

Speaking of FGO, I made this AU when one of my twt friends shared a post with me and activated my muse. ((Full post edition))

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-FGO SPOILERS AFTER UNDERCUT-

After Solomon uses Ars Nova, he wakes up on the side of a road in his Chaldea uniform, but with the addition of another set of clothing and a backpack that looks like what he used when traveling the world before joining Chaldea.

He checks out the bag and sees it has a mix of medical supplies & equipment, generic camping tools, and items that look like they belong ancient times of Asia (i.e. scrolls, brush & ink, talismans).

Romani closes his bag and unfolds the bundle of clothing next. He is greeted with a green and white robe that is a traditional Chinese outfit similar to what Jing Ke wears.

At that, he goes back to the bag and pulls out one of the scrolls.

He takes a good long look at it and realizes that it’s ancient Chinese writing that he can understand for some reason. He puts the scroll back into the bag. While doing so, he sees a familiar ring on his finger. Romani freaks out.

He remembers the end of the Final Singularity, but doesn’t know why he is here.

By all means, he should have essentially ceased to exist once he cast Ars Nova. Yet he is here, wherever here is, very much alive and existing.

Before he can freak out more, a monster pops up from the ground a good few feet away from him.

Romani panics and is about to cast a Gandr, when an arrow comes out of nowhere and kills the monster instead.

The doctor turns to face his savior and is greeted by a young teen of Chinese descent in traditional Chinese clothing, that he feels like he knows the name of, holding a bow & arrow.

“Greetings, from which Sect do you hail from fellow Cultivator?” The young teen asks Romani after making sure no more monsters will pop out.

“Excuse me? Did you say you were a Cultivator?” Romani asks in reply.

Hey, would you look at that, the doctor can understand the spoken language as well. He has obtained Ancient Chinese language comprehension without doing anything.

As the doctor converses more with this Cultivator, he is slowly remembering something Guda has mentioned. A hobby that they enjoyed before the Singularities.

What was it called again, dame? Wo shiya?

Oh, now he remembers, it’s Wuxia Novels.

Oh god, Romani has ended up in a Wuxia world all alone with no way to properly explain where he came from. He is a Transmigrator if he remembers from Guda’s rambling about it.

Worse, the young Cultivator (who is not a mage, yet might as well be) is looking at Romani in concern and- is that blood on the arm? Is the young Cultivator bleeding?

Romani goes into his doctor mode as he takes the young Cultivator's arm and examines the wound. He glares as he realizes that it's a poisonous wound. The young Cultivator shows no signs of discomfort, so the poison must have some numbing effect.

Romani quickly goes to work to extract the poison and treat the wound. Once he is done, did he realize that he essentially treated a patient without consent. All the time treating Guda's, made him forget about it.

As he apologizes to the young Cultivator for treating the wound without consent, the Cultivator drags Romani to a rural village nearby. The young Cultivator doesn't stop until the two enter a big building.

Once inside, Romani is greeted with a sight that can only be described as a battlefield to the doctor. Some of them are poisoned, others have laceration wounds, and then there are those that are coughing from the flu or a possible disease.

"Can you help them as you have helped me?" The young Cultivator asks.

Romani looks at the people in the building, the young Cultivator with hopeful eyes, and to the growing crowd outside.

The doctor has many questions he needs answers to. Mysteries to figure out on his arrival, then what is the purpose of being here. Among other things that he should be doing to learn more about this place.

And yet, looking at those people suffering from wounds and ailments that can be easily treated back in his world, his answer couldn't be more clear.

"Yes, I will do my best. I can't promise that I can help everyone, but I will try and do what I can to make sure all who can recover, can. After all, it's a doctor's duty to help treat people whenever possible" Romani answers with a reassuring smile usually given to Mash & Guda.

The young Cultivator smiles and bows.

After getting consent from the patients and relatives of the patients, the doctor gets to work on treating the people.

And that is the start of Romani's reputation of being an almost legendary healer in this world, even though rumors have it that there are no signs of him using Cultivation.

Romani decides to travel the lands and help those in need when the world's current medical knowledge fails them. Which is often.

Several 'incurable diseases' that would need legendary medicine are now curable since Romani shares basic homemade remedies and treatment plans that anyone can afford.

The more he travels, the more knowledge he gains of the world, the more he helps heal people, the more the rumors of him spread until they reach the Cultivation World.

When the Cultivators hears that Romani has cured several 'incurable diseases' that plague non-Cultivators, they wonder if he can possibly cure an 'incurable disease' that is affecting Cultivators.

So a famous Sect declares that they will find Romani and bring him here. They send one of their own to find the traveling doctor.

It has been quite some time since Dr. Romani has arrived in this world that he is surprised that he hasn't run into any Cultivators besides that young teen when he initially arrived.

Thinking about it the monsters here are also wary of him. Which is odd.

While traveling, the doctor discovers he can still use his Magecraft & Magic Circuits here. He accidentally discovered it when he uses a simple healing spell on an unconscious farmer to prevent him from bleeding out of a head wound. The doctor didn't have his medical supplies, so using magecraft was his next option.

When he was using the spell, he felt his magic circuits flare but also another sensation. He can't think of it more in the current situation but when he thinks back on it, he feels as though he is pulling from another source of power. Similar to how he used to as a Servant, but more mythic in nature (it's the world).

---

When the doctor treats people with his medical knowledge or magecraft, he leaves thinking that the people healed will be on a completely normal recovery process. What he doesn't realize is that those that he treats have a minor accelerated recovery a couple of days after he leaves.

If the doctor knew, then he would be baffled since nothing like this has happened in his original world.

---

Early in his travels, Dr. Romani was foraging herbs for medicine in a deep forest filled to the brim with a mystical feeling. As he is finished with his search, he stumbles across a strangely familiar wounded animal. He treats the wounds and cleans it up.

Once clean, the doctor realizes that this animal looks like Fou. Then when the Fou look-alike wakes up, it is revealed to be Fou. This is done when Fou takes one look at Romani followed by pawing the man's face and snuggling up to his neck.

(What Romani won't learn until far in the future is that this Fou is actually a counterpart that was born after the Beast sacrificed himself at the end of the Solomon Singularity.)

Once the Fou counterpart is healed, he travels with Romani again...under a new nickname the doctor gave him,' Fou-Fou’.

Fou-Fou gives the doctor a flying kick the first time he is called that.

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With the addition of Fou as a traveling companion, the rumors of the doctor flares again in the Cultivation and Non-Cultivation Worlds. Rumors spread about a mythical creature of unknown origins traveling with the wandering doctor. Everyone now thinks that the doctor has been 'Blessed by the Heavens' so to speak.

Romani is oblivious as always to any rumors concerning him since he doesn't know what people call him besides traveling/wandering doctor or healer.

Fou-Fou, on the other hand, learns of these rumors and laughs. The Beast Counterpart is finding new humor in the future suffering the doctor will experience.

For now, Fou-Fou headbutts the doctor in the stomach before he accepts half of the agreed payment from the shady village chief.

Honestly, Romani is possibly more useless than before to the Beast Counterpart since Magical Mari isn't a thing in this world.

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Remember that a famous Cultivator Sect sent someone to find Romani to make him cure a Cultivator's 'incurable disease'?

Romani doesn't know that Cultivators are looking for him since he travels through nature instead of the normal man-made paths. It's an easy path to forage for herbs and he can get the exercise he has been missing for quite some time. Also, Fou-Fou prefers the nature paths instead of the other ones.

While the two were traveling near a cliff, Romani slips on a patch of moss and fall down the cliff. Fou-Fou watches Romani fall and jumps after him shortly after.

As the doctor falls, he can't help but scream. Thinking that this is how his life will end for the second time. He closes his eyes and thinks about those that he misses. Mash, Guda, Da Vinci, Magi Mari, Olga Marie, the Servants of Chaldea, and finally, his Master from the Fourth Holy Grail War.

Apologies are sent and Romani braces for impact, only it doesn't hurt. Instead, he feels very much alive and held?

Did someone catch him?

Romani Archaman opens his eyes and gasps at the face of his savior.

Director Marisbury Animusphere's face is staring back at Romani, only it doesn't seem right. He seems different somehow. The doctor reaches his hand up and touches the other man's face

"Ma- gah!" Romani chokes as Fou lands on his stomach. The last thing he sees is the out-of-character look of shock Marisbury gives him before he falls unconscious.

===

Senior Cultivator 'Marisbury Animusphere' is a well-respected and well-liked member of his Sect. He is rumored to be the next Sect Leader with Senior Cultivator 'Lev Lainur' as the runner-up. The two are good martial siblings to one another but aren't exactly close. They have similar Cultivations, but they are vastly different as well. 'Marisbury' even heard rumors that Lev is studying Demonic Cultivation as well. Which doesn't bother him, he has new disciples to train for the Sect.

Only now it seems like he is sent on a mission to find and retrieve a legendary healer of the Non-Cultivation Realm. Which he humbly accepts.

What the Senior Cultivator presumed to be a simple search mission, ends up being a long journey of chasing after what could be considered a divine being.

Everywhere he looks, he sees the aftermath of a miracle happening. Any inquiries about the mysterious healer are met with hostility until 'Marisbury' promises that he doesn't wish to do any harm to the rumored healer. Even then, the information obtained is sparse and barely worth anything.

'Marisbury' is at his wits ends when he gets some information that the rumored miracle-working healer is close. The Cultivator quickly mounts his sword and flies to the area that the healer is. He arrives at a path near the cliffs and walks in search of the legendary healer.

He doesn't have to wait long.

For the legendary healer falls into his arms, literally.

The Cultivator is going to ask if the healer is alright when the words get caught in his throat. For one look at the man makes 'Marisbury' think that he is breath-taking.

The healer reaches up and cradles 'Marisbury's face with one hand.

"Ma- gah!"

Is the only thing that 'Marisbury' hears before the Divine Beast that travels with the healer lands on his stomach and knocks him unconscious.

'Marisbury' stares at the healer's companion and is given a smug grin in return and-

"Danmei-Fou"

=====

If you didn't get it, in the end, Fou-Fou realizes that he and Romani didn't end up in a Wuxia world, they ended up in a Danmei world.

If Romani was more knowledgeable to distinguish the two, he would have realized it. But since he isn't, he thinks he is in a Wuxia until it gets through his thick skull that he is not.

#sunmay rambles #fgo #Fate Grand Order #romani archaman #this is the longest wuxia/danmei post I have done #and I haven't read/watched much of it to have a solid understanding of it #Hope I did justice #and yes this most likely will be #romani x marisbury #if I ever expand on this #for now enjoy this

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tikoy · 4 years ago

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Kinktober 2020 Day 15

Day 15: Massage

Series: FGO

Lancer Cu Chulainn x unnamed gender neutral master

Warnings: Nightmare mention, swearing

Rating: Explicit

Dense purple fog piled in around us, limiting visibility. I called out to my servants, trying to make sure we weren’t separated, but I could hardly make out their figures. I kept calling their names: Mash, Jekyll, Mordred, Shakespeare, Andersen, Tamamo, and Kintoki. I repeated them like a mantra, my own personal chant to fight off the growing dread. Not a single voice answered back. Desperate, I ran forward, hoping that they’d merely gotten too far for them to hear my voice. My legs felt shaky, heavy with fear. I stumbled and bashed my knees against cobblestones. I hissed through the pain, looking around for whatever tripped me.

“Mash?!”

Her figure lay crumpled on the ground. Her shield broken in half. I grabbed her shoulders and shook, but nothing happened. Her eyes remained closed, her breathing faint. No matter what I did, she remained unresponsive. Moonlight peeked from in between the clouds, illuminating the area. All around us were the bodies of the servants I’d called out to. All of them lay on their ground with their weapons shattered to pieces. I whimpered, blinking back tears . Dread piled in heavily, squeezing my chest until it hurt to breathe. Ominous, raucous laughter echoed. The moonlight vanished and I was left in the dark. My instincts screamed at me to get up and run, but my limbs hung limp. I felt a familiar presence approach, with all its oppressive power and malice.

“I found you, foolish Master of Chaldea.”

I woke up panting and covered in sweat, sheets tangled around my limbs. I stared up at the ceiling in my dimly-lit room, but each time I blinked I saw flashes of my dream. My heart still beat wildly in my chest. I trembled, even as I repeatedly whispered to myself that it was just a dream. Strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me close against a warm body. I gazed up to see Cu’s sleepy face, his eyes barely open. Rough hands swept hair away from my forehead before soft lips pressed kisses against my clammy skin. I snuggled further, doing my best to relax. His scent was calming, bringing to mind forests and meadows brightly lit by the afternoon sun. I wrapped my arms around him, burying myself even deeper in him.

When my breathing had evened out and I no longer shook, he broke the silence.

“It’s that London dream again, huh?” he asked, his voice still raspy with sleep.

“Y-yeah. Sorry for waking you,” I murmured.

“I’m used to worse conditions, don’t worry.” He pressed another kiss against my forehead. “Just frustrated that I can’t really help with that… Can’t fight against a dream with my spear.”

I smiled. “Having you here with me helps me lots already, Cu. You help me calm down.”

“Eh. If you’re happy with that, it’s fine I guess.” He yawned. “Ready to go back to sleep?”

“I think I’ll do a bit of stretching first and then change my clothes.” I pulled away from his hug and kicked the sheets away. “I’m still a bit tense and keyed up.”

“Mmm. Want a massage instead?” he offered.

I raised a brow at him. He’d never brought up anything like this before. “Since when did you know how to massage?” I asked, prodding at his chest. “I didn’t know you were interested in things like that.”

He shrugged. “Heard some of the staff complaining about stiff shoulders and wanting a massage, so I looked into it. Seemed a good thing to learn for future missions, and it was interesting I guess.”

“Have you massaged other people before?”

“Well, I gave old man Fergus a shoulder massage the other day. He seemed to like it. Told me to use more force though.”

I shuddered. “Please use minimal force on me… I’m not built like he is…”

He laughed and ruffled my hair. “Sure thing, Master! Now, strip!”

“You’re just using this as an excuse to get me naked, aren’t you~” I teased. “I see through your plot.”

I sat up to pull my shirt off, and shivered as the chill touched my bare chest. I caught him staring and smirked. His red eyes were half-lidded as he stared me down. He always had this way about him that forced me to focus solely on him. Nothing else existed in the moment but us two.

He crawled over and gripped the garter of my shorts. “I’m a simple man,” he stated. “I see someone hot. They want me. I want them. Clothes go off.” He pulled the fabric down my legs, dragging my underwear down with it. “Nothing much to it.”

He gave me a once-over, showing a toothy grin that sent delicious shivers down my spine. I bit my lip and grinned back. There was no way I wasn’t getting fucked tonight. He made me sit cross-legged on the bed while he stayed behind me. His hands descended on my shoulders, squeezing and rubbing against the sore spots. I groaned as the tension slowly eased out of my body. He was good, remarkably so. He carefully eased out the knots that had formed on my upper back and neck. I started to feel boneless, ready to collapse against him. His fingers drifted towards the front, flicking and squeezing at my nipples. I grabbed his hands, trying to pull them away.

“H-Hey, my chest isn’t tense. No need to do that,” I complained half-heartedly.

“Really? But these are getting awfully stiff,” he muttered, pinching my nipples for emphasis. “Might need a bit of stroking to help them relax.”

He pulled me onto his lap. His naked erection pressed insistently against me. He continued to rub and squeeze, rolling the stiff buds between his fingertips. Kisses rained down on my neck as I squirmed. I moved my hips, rubbing against his erection. He groaned out my name and bit down my neck. I gripped his hair, ran my hands across his scalp and tugged whenever he bit too harshly. After he released my neck, he started nibbling at my ear. My hips continued to move, building up the pace. My arousal throbbed and tingled. My hands drifted down to relieve some of the heat.

“Need me to massage that too?” he whispered. “Got something that’ll feel better than your fingers.”

He lay me on my back and spread my legs. He stuck two fingers in his mouth, staring into my eyes as he sucked. He then pressed the slicked fingers against my opening, teasing and prodding it open. I gripped at the sheets and took slow breaths to relax as he pushed the fingers in. I closed my eyes as he started to probe and spread his fingers apart. Heat started to build as he continued to rub against a particular bundle of nerves.

“It’s all soft and tight, Master,” he growled. “All nice and wet and hungry for a big fat dick.”

I managed a chuckle and glanced up to watch his expression. His mouth was pulled up to a savage grin and his eyes were hazy with lust. “Well, get over here then and fuck me, Cu.”

He growled and lifted my legs over his shoulders. His dick plunged inside me in one smooth motion. I moaned at the familiar fullness. He made a few shallow thrusts, growling each time I clenched around him, before increasing the pace. I bit my lip and glared. He smirked. My pleasure was spiking. I wouldn’t last long. He knew what I liked. I pulled him down, crashing my lips against his, in hopes of delaying the inevitable. Our tongues swirled around one another, fighting for dominance. I tangled my fingers in his hair again and pulled. He groaned and bucked harshly.

“Are you going to cum now, Master? My dick’s making you feel that good, huh?”

I opened my mouth to reply but his thrusts turned rapid. I whined and writhed, but there was no escape. My release bloomed and burst, coating everything in a haze. I twitched and shuddered, waiting for the sensations to fade to no avail. Cu continued to fuck me through my climax, heedless of how sensitive my walls were. Pain and pleasure entwined within me with each thrust. Within minutes, I was well on my way to my second climax. My eyes watered as I praised and cursed his name. I reached out to pull him close again, but my hand trembled and fell mid-way. He grabbed hold of it and pressed it to his mouth, leaving harsh bites against the skin. I squeezed his grip as I came, holding on to him as I crashed.

I gasped out his name as he continued to move. I coiled tight around him at each thrust. Each little movement was electrifying. He swept his hair back. His eyes were almost black and his mouth was clenched in a snarl. He looked near-feral now, like a great beast that had finally cornered its prey. It was terrifying. It was thrilling. It turned me on so damn much. I keened as he ravaged me, squeezing out each droplet of pleasure left unspent. His teeth found my neck, biting down harshly as he came.

We lay curled against one another, utterly spent. There was no tension left in me now, only a boneless sense of completion and exhaustion. He brushed his hand against my face.

“Master, I’m not good with anything that doesn’t involve fighting. I can’t make those dreams go away. But I swear on my spear that I won’t let that happen again. I ain’t letting us feel helpless in front of that bastard again.”

I smiled back at him. “I’m counting on you.”

“Next time, I’m stabbing that bastard in the ass!”

#Kinktober 2020 #Kinktober 2020 Day 15 #cu chulainn #Fate #Fate grand order #FGO #Non SFW #Here have some comfort sex with the original best doggo #I wanted to write about a more fun and casual dynamic compared to my previous posts #Hopefully I managed to convey that here!#tikoy writes

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fuwafuwamedb · 5 years ago

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Are you still doing drabbles... Can we have the Gil's (caster and kid) and Enkidu meeting archer and Hakuno new born(s)?

[Actual image of Enkidu finding out that birthing involves pain and it’s the pain of their beloved friend, Hakuno]

“Do you think they’re out yet?”

Caster stared over at Enkidu for the dozenth time, seeingthe being slouching over the doorknob of his chamber door. Those green eyes wereglancing over at him, brows furrowed as they genuinely wanted to know.

Sighing, Caster stared down at the paperwork in front ofhim. There were certain tasks he ought to be doing. There were tasks he reallyneeded to be finishing. Siduri would have been lamenting over the amount ofwork he had piling up nearby. She would have been climbing the walls of Chaldeato reach him just to get him back to work. Instead, he had Enkidu.

The being made a loud sound as they paced once more.

“Maybe I could-“

“You tried to attack the midwife assisting Hakuno,” Casterpointed out. “Archer and his younger self both had to drag you from the room.You decided to turn into your more primitive and true form to protect Hakuno.”

“I did the right thing,” the being countered.

They would have been crying over her while she pushed outhis child.

Or rather- Archer’s child.

Caster glanced towards the door, tapping his tabletthoughtfully.

“Gil?”

“Enkidu, I am not supposed to allow you to go over to Archer’schambers until the birthing is complete. I do not think that you wish topartake in watching Hakuno suffer through the pains of labor any more than Ido. Sit. Have patience.” He motioned at his work. “Assist me! Since you arealways going on about how you wish to assist me with my paperwork.”

“Paperwork is boring.” Enkidu groaned, walking over to himnonetheless. The being’s hair swung from side to side, their robes flowing outbehind them as they more or less flopped themselves dramatically over his deskand his work. Those bright green eyes glanced up at him. “I want to see theinfants.”

“We both wish to see the infants. We should not see themright now though.”

A hand pressed against his cheek, the smooth, poreless skinlike alabaster. The being leaned in closer.

“Enkidu-“

“We could take a quick look,” the being murmured. “In andout. Just to make sure things are going alright. Hakuno would want me there.Archer too, although he will never say it. You call him immature. You callHakuno a people person. You know I’m right.”

“I know you are,” he agreed, “but I know for a fact that youare planning to slaughter anyone near Hakuno if she so much as whimpers withyour godchildren inside her. You’ll destroy the entire setup that Archer hasput in place for Hakuno’s wellbeing.”

“I would never endanger Hakuno.”

“You wouldn’t mean to.”

“You could put more faith in me,” Enkidu cooed to himsoftly.

That hand was entirely distracting, but not as much as the claybeing’s body sliding slowly onto his lap. Apparently disrupting his work was notenough. The being needed to take their successful arguments and combine themwith physical encouragement. Soft touches, gentle tones; the being had becomefar too coddled.

This being was going to be the godfather to his offspring,technically.

Gods help them all.

“Caster! Enkidu!”

Enkidu was on their feet in an instant, rushing to ChildGilgamesh the moment the boy ran through the door. Their arms held the childsteady.

“Is it time?!”

“Enkidu, you’re hurting me a little,” child Gil whined,smiling despite himself. “Hakuno is done, but Gudako kicked me out. Said Archershould be able to spend time alone with Hakuno.”

“And?” Caster looked over at the boy, grateful to hear the worstof this was done. “What heirs do I have?”

The boy shrugged, turning back to Enkidu. “I don’t knowanything. They won’t let me close. If you’re with me though, Enkidu-“

“Let’s go together,” Enkidu replied immediately.

“Hold it!”

The of them paused, Enkidu’s whine louder than the boy’s athis side. “GILLLL, it’s my children!”

He raised a brow at that.

“Godchildren. Basically my babies.” Enkidu huffed, glaringat him. “Instead of hovering over that work-“

“Enough, Enkidu.” Caster shook his head. “It is bad enoughmy other selves think so poorly of me. My friend thinking the same? I’ll neverforgive such nonsense. Such insolence. I was merely pointing out that you areleaving me behind and I do not approve of such actions. This is my child orchildren that we speak of.”

They only were mentioning plural due to Enkidu’s sensing of agood amount of mana. The being had detected more life than they had thought wasnatural for one being. Perhaps two children.

He was quite excited about that fact.

Enkidu smirked at him. “You’re too slow, Caster.”

“Mhmm.” Caster flicked at the being’s forehead. “We walkdown the hallways. If either of you run, I’m forcing you to begin this walk toArcher’s room from my chambers and I’ll have Vlad escort you.”

The two fools both shivered. “The knitter.”

Personally, he enjoyed the company of the unfortunatevampire. Him, alongside that cook of Chaldea, were entertaining enough. Theymet their purposes and did not aspire higher.

The threat lasted a couple hallways, ending the moment theysaw the blood stained sheets being carried away by Nightingale. At the sight ofred, they were sprinting. No sense of reason, no logic; the two idiots wouldhave screamed had they one braincell less. And then they would feel guilt overawakening the offspring.

Mash and Gudako nodded at him as they walked passed,discussing baby clothes and which servants to possible have as sitters.

“Ah!” Enkidu paused in the doorway, holding Child Gil back. “Canwe come in, my friend?”

Archer must have motioned them through. They didn’t hesitateto rush into the man’s chambers. Once more, he found himself behind, following inthe vapor trails as Enkidu and Child Gil leaned over the bed.

To be quite fair to his arrogant and unappreciative archer’sself- he was behaving admirably.

The man was drenched in sweat, still holding Hakuno frombehind. His usual gaming tanktop was ripped in a few places, no doubt fromfighting Enkidu out of the room and from Hakuno’s attempt to gather strengthagainst the onslaught of pain. His arms were wrapped around the young woman,face returning to its place on the top of her head. His voice softly murmuredto the woman, no doubt telling her nonsense of some nature. Hopefully, he wasmurmuring soft, sweet nothings to praise her for this hard work.

More likely he was telling her that she should have pushedharder.

Perhaps he’d surprise him.

Enkidu was already picking up one of the two bundles inHakuno’s arms. Their face moved in close.

“Archer, your children are so tiny.”

“They will need to grow, obviously,” Archer replied, his expressionstill content. “There were two as well. You were indeed correct in yourassessment.”

“I’m never wrong.”

Archer nodded. “Hakuno had a hard time with the second. Theboy was insistent on being lazy. I imagine I’ll have trouble getting both youand him out of bed as he grows older.”

“Ah, a spirit after my own clay heart.” Enkidu cooed, theirsmile growing.

Archer glanced over at his child self. “…Hakuno told me toallow you and Caster to hold them. Take advantage of my giving nature. I willnot be so generous later.”

“Hmm? Oh. Right.” Their younger self reached for the otherbundle, picking up the infant and staring. “…They’re wrinkly.”

“And you’ve lost my good graces.” Archer turned hisattention over to him. “Caster, take my child from this infant. I’d rather nothave a child holding my great treasures.”

Treasures now?

“Do not refer to our heirs as material possessions. Boy, letme see the child.” Taking the bundle from his young self, Caster hesitated.

A pair of red eyes stared up at him.

“Hmm? Caster?”

There was no doubt a purpose behind the chubby cheeks, thesmall limbs and wisps of hair that barely graced their head. Swaddled in theirblanket, the newborn looked… fragile. Despite the weight, his mind flickered tothe simplicity of hurting it. One wrong move, one simple mistake-

He glanced at Enkidu, gently rocking the infant in theirarms, and paled.

“Enkidu, we should return the infants to their motherimmediately.”

“Hmm?” Enkidu glanced over at him. “I am not done.”

“Enkidu.”

There was no debating over whether or not to return them.Hakuno was who they were safest with. She had conceived them, carried them inher own person for nine months, brought them into this world; she’d be whomthey were safest with.

Caster moved to put the child back and found Archer blockinghim.

“Archer-“

“I have not gotten to properly hold my woman in a bit. Not withouther cries ringing in my ears. Let me hold her and you hold the kids.”

“Archer-“

The man smirked. “What’s wrong, Caster? Does holding ouroffspring make you uncomfortable? They are quite tiny things, aren’t they?”

He knew.

The damn asshole knew.

Caster glared at him. “Do not play games with me, Archer. Ido not want to endanger our heirs by mishandling them. Their mother will missthem-“

“Enkidu is quite happy with the one. If you are souncomfortable, let the other baby lay at their side. They’ll watch them both.”

The being nodded, radiating happiness from every artificialpore on their being.

“…I will instruct the Chaldeans to bring you a proper cribfor the infants. One bad roll in one’s sleep would mean the end for these two.”

Archer bit his lip, the smirk on his visage growing.

Caster set the infant down by Enkidu and glanced around. “Aproper canopy will be important as well. Toys. I do not see anything in thisroom that is proper for a young mind. I have heard from Mozart that infantsrespond well to music. It encourages the mind to grow. Along with that, themongrels in this place need to understand who is no longer allowed near Hakunoand our children. Medb, Ishtar, and Jack offhand.”

“Jack isn’t that bad,” Child Gil argued.

Caster flicked the boy’s forehead. “I will see to the startof preparations.”

He turned without delay, listening to Archer laugh in a lowvoice.

“Alright, you have successfully proven me wrong again, Hakuno.Allowing Caster near our creations was indeed a wise choice. If it means theinfants have their own space and I may resume holding you properly in my arms,then he may be allowed to oversee the newborns alongside Enkidu.”

Caster found his chest feeling lighter at the thought.

Uruk would also need to be notified.

His kingdom had heirs.

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