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hakusins · 5 months ago

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Fate for the fandom ask!

WEH THANK YOU ANON!!!!!! I haven't spoken about Fate in a while so this is'll be fun :DD !! because the Fate series is large and vast, i'll just stick to the one that i'm most familiar with, which is Fate Grand Order!

send me a fandom!

Favourite Female: now i have the opposite problem here, but if i have to choose one, it'd be Ereshkigal !!! she's super duper cute and the best girl! also because of the many AUs my friend and I love to make, she's grown on me! (i'm never beating the blond liker allegations)

Favourite Male: IS THIS EVEN A QUESTION AT THIS POINT !!!!!! OF COURSE IT'D BE MY BABYGIRL, MY WIFE, THE KING OF HEROES, THE FIRST HEROIC SPIRIT !!!!!!!!!! THE KING OF BABYLONIA HIMSELF !!!!!!!!!!!!! i love all his versions unconditionally, they are all my wives.

3 Other Favourite Characters:

OH THERES TOO MANY!!! I can't just list another three and cover all of them but if I really have to choose HJBEBFH!!

I have a soft spot for Arthur Pendragon (Prototype), he's just so cute to me... plus I do ship him and archer!Gil, so thats one of the reasons why i love him so much HJREBFHJERF. (Still holding out for his alter version in game)

The next one is everyone's favourite sussy big brother !! MERLIN!!! I honestly think he's so cool, and I wish FGO explores him more!!! But in the same time, i think his vague story kind of opens him up to a lot of interpretations, which is fitting for his lore!!

Uhh uh uh uh uh, shit I'm gonna have to put in Charlie for this one !!! he's literally my boyfriend, i can't just NOT put him on the list at some point !!! i honestly didn't know what was all the hype about him until i played fate CCC, and then i got so attached and cried when i reached the end of the story. LIKE BRO????? so yes now I have him on fgo, and im so happy im gonna grail him as soon as the next lottery event comes around!!

3 OTPs: Pusagil/Arthurgil, Mergil and uh uh uh uh Lucigil!! (Lucius Tiberius x Gilgamesh). These are all quite random but I promise you guys this, they do make sense in my head!!!! so thats all that matters!!!

Notp: Anything that involves top!Gil :(((( usually gets blocked by me hjbRBEFRF

Funniest character: Everyone has caused me to laugh eventually, but I'm gonna say it's a tie between Cu and Gil !!! Especially Cu during Carnival Phantasm has caused me immense abdominal pain HERFJHREF

Prettiest character: OHH this is a bit hard, since there's so many that's actually pretty in my eyes!!! But if I have to choose, it's definitely Jeanne!!! She caught my eye when I played Orleans for the first time and now with her new animation update, I'm gonna try to get her!! (hopefully HBJERF)

Most Annoying Character: BB. I really don't like BB. I like all the other Sakurafaces though, its just that.... BB is so annoying.

Most badass character:

UUGHHH THERE'S SO MANY CHARACTERS THAT ARE BADASS!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm in love with so so so many !!! Especially from the Lostbelt Arc, like there's so many characters that were so badass and it just has my jaw on the floor. But if I really must choose,,, I guess I'll mention my favourite 4* !! my favourite FtM lancer, Caenis !!!

Character I’d like as my BFF:

OH THERES SO MANY!!! I'd say all of them would make such nice friends !!! But if I have to choose uhh, I'd say HaoHao!! (Yang Guifei~!) she's so super duper cute!!!!

Female Character I’d Marry: Siduri. NO ONE TOUCH ME, I WANT TO MARRY MISS SIDURI!!!! I LOVE MISS SIDURI OKAY!!!!! but alas, because of her..... condition .... i think the most ideal woman to marry would be Queen Morgan herself. Sure, she's a bit yandere, but at least she'd treat me right!

Male Character I’d Marry: CHARLIE MY LOVE <3 <3 <3 <3 when I say he's my boyfriend I do mean it JHERBFBHJERF we will be wed one day i promise this

Character I hate/dislike/least like: If I ever see Beryl, ITS ON FUCKING SIGHT !!!!!!!! I WILL THROW THE PUNCHES FIRST !!!

#ask dean #dean replies #anonymous #THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON!!!#BHJERFBHJEBRJHF #this was honestly longer than I thought it'd be #dash games #iM SO SORRY FOR THE RAMBLING #HJBERFBHJEJBRHFBJHERF #I JUST HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS!!!!!!!!

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queenmuzz · 5 years ago

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Deep Blue Sea: Chapter XI

Father Knows Best

Read the full story on Ao3 Here

WARNING: WHILE THIS CHAPTER DOES NOT CONTAIN OUTRIGHT ABUSE, BE WARNED THAT PARENTAL EMOTIONAL CONFLICT IS INVOLVED. THIS IS NOT NORMAL BEHAVIOR FOR PARENTS, NOR SHOULD YOU BE FORCED TO ACCEPT IT, IF IT IS HAPPENING TO YOU.

The young man opened the door for you as you slowed to a stop under the alcove. He was impeccably dressed, and smiled professionally as he took your keys from you.

While he got in the driver's seat, you straightened your dress, your purse, and stiffened your posture. You’d gone so long without makeup, that by just putting it on this afternoon, you felt that old shot of confidence you felt when you first tried it as a teenager. And today, you’d need all the confidence you could muster.

Vergil that evening had seen you just before you headed out, and a couple of weeks ago, you’d have not batted an eyelash at his reaction. But now? With the knowledge that you’d gained?

“You look lovely,” he had said as you approached the glass. He’d been swimming lazy laps around, and stopped dead in his tracks, (or was it in mid stroke?) when he’d seen you, and you instantly flushed. Ever since your meeting with Vergil’s rambunctious sibling, every word, action, and smile was now interpreted under a filter of the feelings he felt for you.

Or was it now all unfiltered?

“Thank you Vergil,” you smiled as you put on your heels, (ugh, how you detested the things) and checked your makeup in the mirror one more time.

“What is the occasion?”

“Well, my father,” you could swear you saw him tense up, “has finally come home from his business venture, and has invited me out for dinner, so I have to dress up a bit, to keep up appearances.”

“You don’t seem to be looking forward to this”

Drat, the merman was far too observant for his own good. “Well, meetings with my father tend to have the added pressure of him mixing his business in everything, so I always kind of feel tense at these gatherings.”

“Will your future bondmate be there? Perhaps he will be able to smooth things out for you.”

You glanced down at the engagement ring that fit snugly around your finger. Was it just you, or did it feel heavier nowadays? And had the pink diamonds lost their sparkle? “Unfortunately, he’ll be gone for another week,”

“But isn’t your bonding ceremony very soon?” “Yeah, he’s gonna cut it real close…” you chuckled without any sort of happiness as you placed your handbag strap over your shoulder.

“Sifa?”

That damnable name. You should have asked him to stop, he would have acquiesced, if reluctantly. But you’d been selfish, and you liked the meaning behind it, so you let the tragic charade play out. But it wouldn’t be much longer now…

You summoned all your acting skills and pasted on a smile. “It’s just the stress of planning this whole thing, I’m glad it’s almost over.” You looked up at the clock, “Shoot, looks like I’m cutting it close now too, gotta go! Seeya later Vergil!” And you practically ran out the door, as fast as the wobbly shoes could take you.

“Ah, good to see you miss,” the maitre’d smiled graciously at you as you walked in, before grabbing a menu, “Your father is waiting for you, this way please.” You followed him to one of the private rooms. Thank God, you thought. You needed the much needed privacy for your conversation this evening.

“SWEETHEART!” Your father bellowed as he got out of his chair, and threw his arms around you in an embrace that you honestly had to admit you really missed. “How is my wonderful daughter doing? It feels like ages since I saw you last,” he sat down as a waiter refilled his glass of water, and then filled yours. He had a bowl of clam chowder in front of him, and at your place, there was an appetizer sized bowl of chicken caesar salad, “I took the liberty of ordering it for you, it’s always been your favourite. Now,” he said as he placed his spoon into the creamy concoction, “let’s enjoy this long overdue father-daughter date!”

“So, your future father-in-law was so busy showing me his gun collection that he forgot to set the timer on the oven, so I says to him ‘Jerry, you smell something burning?’ and he starts cursing in both English AND Japanese as we both race to the oven.” Your father dug into the roast baby potatoes “mmm, I missed this… Rice is no substitute to the humble tuber. Anyways, he and I open it up and it’s like the literal gates of hell with all the smoke pouring out. Couldn’t get the smell of burning bread out for weeks! And the poor loaf,” he looked genuinely mournful. “Snatched away far too soon, before it could even fulfil its destiny”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his dramatic re-enactment as you chewed a biteful of tortellini. Your father was right, it had been far too long since you’d spent time with him. His corny puns, his wacky stories, and his boasts. It made you almost forget why you were being tense around him.

“Ah yes,” he speared a cut of his steak, “almost forgot to pass along a message from Fredrick. He’ll be here in about a week, says he’s really sorry he didn’t come home sooner. Apparently there were some last minute certification delays with the government, But,” he said as he chewed “I’m sure you’ve got nearly everything under control. By the time he arrives, all he’ll need is a tux fitting, a low key bachelor party, and you’ll both be good to go!”

A waitress, dressed prim and proper poured both of you some wine. It was hard to ignore the way your father stared just a touch too intently at her form fitting dress as she bent slightly to pour you a glass.

When she had slipped out of sight, he chuckled, “there’s one thing I miss about Japan, it’s the ladies…” he stared into space for a little bit, before shaking his thoughts. You definitely did not want to know what he had been thinking. “So, you’ve probably been a busy bee, for the past few months, you must be grateful that your big day is almost here, and that your mother is finally off your case.”

“Yes… about that.” you wiped your mouth politely with a napkin, before taking a deep breath. It was time. It should have been done a long time ago, but it was now or never. Your father picked up on the change of tone and paused, his forkful of lobster halfway to his mouth.

“I… I don’t think I can go through with this.”

The only sound, aside from the distant murmurs of other diners outside your room, was a sharp CLINK as the seafood loaded fork clattered on the plate.

“Pardon?” he asked, unbelieving.

“I don’t think I can marry Fredrick.” you repeated. This was the moment, the cat was out of the bag, and you forced yourself to continue, refusing to meet your father’s dumbfounded gaze. “There’s nothing wrong with him, he hasn’t hurt me, or cheated on me, but I can’t see him as the man I would spend the rest of my life with, let alone raise a family, or run a business. I… I just don’t think we have what it takes…”

After a few moments of agonizing silence, and you grew the balls to look up at him.

He was just staring at you, before breaking out in laughter.

Your hands, currently on your lap, balled up into fists as he just threw back his head in uproarious cackling. Here you were, practically baring your soul to the man you trusted most in this world, and he had the fucking gall to laugh?

“Oh man,” he said, wiping up a stray tear, “Sweetheart, of all the jokes you could tell me, this is one of the more creative ones.” He was on attempt number two for the forkful of lobster.

“It’s not a joke, dad! I’ve never been so serious in my life! I’ve been thinking all these past few months,” you tried to keep your voice down, but your emotions, once held back by a dam, were now breaking through, “and I really believe getting married, right now, to this man is the wrong thing for both me and him.”

“Sweetheart,” your father crooned like you were a tantruming toddler, which made it even more infuriating, “I know what you’re feeling.”

“Then you agree?” you asked hopefully.

“You’re getting cold feet. It happens to a lot of newlyweds. Hell, it happened to me and your mom.”

“Yeah, and now you guys can’t stand to be in the same room as each other, so” you spread out your hands in a ‘duh’ motion. “I think that proves my point.”

Your father’s face darkened. “You have no idea what’s at stake here, how many connections will just be snapped in half if this wedding doesn’t go through. I’ve made so many deals, so many business negotiations with Fredrick’s family. All hinging on this one ceremony. Do you want to take all the hard work I’ve done and throw it all away?” “But-”

“And think what it will do to our family’s reputation, your reputation!?” He slammed the fork down, jostling the dishes on the table, causing you to jerk in surprise. It had been a long time since you had seen him angry, and frankly, it kinda scared you. “Your mother is going to be heartbroken, she’s wanted this to be the perfect wedding for you. And your bridesmaids! They look to you for leadership. Are you going to be the one to let them down, to have them think of you as the lady that was too cowardly to take that final step. And Fredrick! Are you willing to be remembered by him as the woman who broke his heart?”

“I-” you couldn’t respond. You had expected resistance to your decision, but not outright hostility. And as much as you hated to admit it, your father was right. This wedding, this marriage, it wasn’t just about you, it never had been. And as much as you tried to fight it, the damage you would cause by breaking this off would be catastrophic.

“Look”, your father’s voice returned to its gentle tone, “Don’t think I don’t care about you, nothing further could be from the truth, it’s just that I’ve been in your shoes before, and I know what’s best for you…”

“Dad…” you whispered, your eyes blurry from unwept tears, as your father slowly got up and walked to your side of the table, before wiping your eyes delicately with his napkin.

“Now, now,” he murmured as he smiled, “this is supposed to be a happy time. If it puts your mind at ease, I can have my lawyer draft you up an iron-clad prenup. That way, if things go pear shaped, you’ll be covered. But you said it yourself, Fredrick is a very nice man, and if I had the slightest inkling that he would hurt you, I would have never let him even meet you.” He knelt down, and placed both of his hands on your cheeks, “Just trust me...trust in yourself. You can do this.”

And that was it, you broke down in tears, the months of stress making you crumble in your father’s arms. He hugged you close as he murmured soft reasurances into your crown. And you believed him. You needed to go through with this.

After a few minutes, you felt emptied, like a wet towel that had been put through the wringer. The emotional weight was gone, but instead of feeling relieved, you just felt...hollow. Your father slowly let go of you and made his way back to his side of the table, almost as if nothing had even happened. Your breathing had almost returned to normal, but there was still an ache in your chest, as if you had almost drowned.

“Now,” your father said, as he raised up his glass in a toast. “To a promising future”

You raised up yours, and repeated numbly,

“To a promising future.”

******

You’d returned home, tossed your heels into the closet and went straight to the washroom to clean off the makeup, once immaculate, now smeared on your face. The valet’s look of concern and pity was too much to bear, and you slipped him a hundred just for him to stop looking at you that way.

It took several rinses to not only wash off the makeup, but to make your face look presentable to Vergil, to place that pleasant mask you had to wear for just a few more days. Checking your calendar, you assured yourself that in three days time, the full moon would appear, and the weather forecast had predicted clear skies. The stars...or in this case, the moon had aligned perfectly. All you needed now was to locate the damn sword. That would be easy though, the warehouse was the place Doctor Griffon kept his ‘research’, at the behest of your father, and there was a walk in safe there. You’d have to access security footage to make doubly sure, but if there was any place it could be, that would be it. You’d have to do the break in on the very night, to avoid any suspicion that a prison break was about to take place, but you had keys and knew codes. Just slip in, slip out, and drop Vergil off like he was a package. Simple.

It was actually making you feel better, as you typed on your laptop, with an oblivious Vergil chowing down on some ramen and a plateful of bacon nearby. The fact you had something that was 100 percent in your control, that you alone were responsible for, grounded you.

You watched the security feed, as the Good Doctor got ready to leave for the day. He was placing manilla folders in a filing cabinet located in the safe, its dim light making it hard to see-wait, there it was. Leaning against it, there was the familiar long slender case, unmistakable due to its size and shape. Doctor Griffon, obviously satisfied with his work for the day, looked to be whistling as he left. It would be a cinch to do this.

You closed the laptop, and looked up at Vergil, who was watching you with interest.

“How was your dinner?” he asked as he slurped up the last of the noodles.

“Pretty good, all things considered,” you lied. It was getting easier and easier to do. “Fredrick should be showing up next week, so all I gotta do is finish up the final touches, and…” either the wine or the play acting was affecting you, because your head was starting to ache.

“Are you alright, Sifa?” his voice seemed to take the pain away, slightly.

“Just tiredness, I suppose. All this planning has been keeping me up at night.” “Would you like me to sing?” he offered, and you were disinclined to accept, before your tiredness changed your mind.

“That would be very kind of you to do so, your singing is very soothing to me.”

He almost looked as if he was beaming as he opened his mouth to sing, his voice taking an echoy quality in the open space.

Isil shem’ore

Isil lin’ore

Mira pharar, mira ofar, mira kanar,

D’rashana karif’ore

Isil dilshonin sa oplalim

Sa kintal o sa polim

Sa racarto shipal o sa whelik

Nekalin parand’ore fa pishim

Ah, mira sifa, mira sifa

Winik fa pishim lin’more.

And as your mind slowly became comfortably numb to the day’s events, you idly wondered to yourself, Strange, I thought this was an ode to the Sun?

******

You weren’t quite sure what was more painful, the driving rain that beat into your exposed body like hail, or your fingertips as they clung to the craggy rock, being cut to ribbons as you lost and regained your grip on sharp edges.

Or maybe it was the gale-force winds screaming as they whipped around you, through you like knives of ice. Strange, the winds did not howl or scream, as winds ought to do. No that would have been preferable to what you heard. Snatches of voices, reminding you of your failures, of your shortcomings…

“Will you now….make me the luckiest man in the world?”

“I understand you're eager to put all your knowledge to good use, but you deserve a break”

“It doesn't speak, they don't have the intelligence to”

“Never satisfied with their lot in life, they take, and take, and take…”

“Look, my father said that was usually the reserve of the ladies, and you're getting a top notch wedding planner, so how hard could it be?”

“But you do not love him.”

“This is YOUR day, you need to go all out! With luck, this will be the most important day of your life.”

“This is supposed to be YOUR day, you shouldn’t be such a doormat”

“You don’t just call anyone Sifa, it's a fairly dedicated term, and Vergil wouldn’t just call you that if he didn’t mean it.”

“Sifa”

Out of nowhere you felt a calming presence holding you, protecting you from the brunt of the storm, but it still didn’t block out everything. But it was so comforting, so you relaxed for just a moment. That was a mistake, as your bloody fingertips slipped off the rock, and you began sliding into the churning waters below.

“SIFA!”

You awoke, gasping for air, hands gripping on nothing before you realized it had just been a nightmare, no doubt caused by the day’s events. You must have dozed off to Vergil’s singing, right there on the platform. Speaking of which… the only thing that remained of the dream was the sensation of being held….

Clammy webbed hands held you, ever so gently, around your waist, and spreading wetness was at your back. Usually, you’d find the coldness to be unpleasant, but instead, it felt… comforting. A stream of unintelligible soft words were being murmured into the back of your neck. “Vergil?” you hesitatingly asked.

“A nightmare, nothing more, Mira Sifa.” you felt his breath still momentarily, “it was the only way I could think of to calm you down, I will go, if you desire…”

What you SHOULD have done was to thank him graciously, but then get up, wish him goodnight and plod off to much needed sleep. You SHOULD not encourage these feelings you had for him, nor his for you. You SHOULD not endanger the new chapter of your life that was about to begin. But tonight….tonight, SHOULDS could go to hell. Tonight, you would be selfish, and you snuggled into his arms, earning a soft intake of breath as he continued to hold you, to softly sing you back into sleep, into dreams as calm as the waters beside you.

Ah, Mira Sifa, Mira Sifa…..

Winik fa pishim lin’more?

#Deep Blue Sea #Devil May Cry #vergil x reader #Mergill #Trust me #It hurt to write this #but it was a good pain

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