#red archer emiya

[fizzyjacuzzi]

It's like looking into an old mirror.

this one took quite a while because i was playing a lot with color effects 🫡

[rayless-reblogs]

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Thanks for the tag, @deemoyza!

Make a poll with five of your all-time favorite characters and then tag five people to do the same. See which character is everyone's favorite! :D

(This was too hard, so I cheated. I went with 12, as many characters as I could fit on a poll. I also limited it to video games, only one character per game.)

If you'd like to do this, consider yourself tagged!

Please vote/reblog for largest sample size.

[c0rpsedemon]

the thing about the queer media tournament that really gets me is that last i checked there wasn't a single mxtx work on it. like not even the untamed made it in and don't get me wrong the og mo dao zu shi books are huge but cql is def more popular among tumblr circles. idk it just really rubs me the wrong way how every single piece of western media that ppl have ever gotten a lil bit aggressive abt shipping with is there and then for east asian media there's utena and madoka magica and the handmaiden and last i checked that was pretty much it. and then for the rest of the world there's next to/nothing but idk enough to really make judgements there.

[starlightshadowsworld]

Few lines will hit me as hard as "You know what Shiro, maybe you are my Robin. You remind me a lot of Jason Todd."

From fate stay night abridged from project mouthwash.

Because not only is that line and delivery, badass as fuck.

Shiro than gets stabbed which just holyshit.

But also because if Shiro Emiya was gonna be any Robin he'd be the one who had good intentions and wanted to save people.

Died.

And than came back to life very erm... Violent.

And it's being said to him by the guy who's his future self kinda.

It's like layers on layers it's such a badass line.

Also Archer is calling himself batman in this case... Batman.

Batman.

The guy who despite knowing Jason is Red Hood.

That this is his son standing before him.

He chooses to throw that batarang into his neck.

Like Archer chooses to stab Shiro.

Justice no matter the cost.

For Archer he's basically killing himself and Batman doing a move that could have rekilled his son.

[sharkydragon26]

I need you guys to listen to me.

Red Hood Jason = Archer

Robin Jason = Shirou

[madillhethen]

The first scene just made me think of it, okay.

[trexgocart64]

Feeling cute might get killed by my future self from an alternate timeline because he sold his soul to communism or something.

[simping-overload]

♡ ʙʟᴏɢ ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ + ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ɪɴꜰᴏ ♤

request are: CLOSED

commissions are: CLOSED

characters that i write for

shows/movies

fate series: cu, gilgamesh, diarmuid, archer(shirou emiya), etc

bungo no stray dogs: yukichi fukuzawa, atsushi nakajima, doppo kunikida, isamu dazai, ranpo edogawa, chūya nakahara, ryūnosuke akutagawa, fyodor dostoevsky, etc

dungeon meshi: laios, chilchuck, marcelle, senshi, kabaru,

bnha: shouta aizawa, keigo takami, mirio togata, mirai sasaki, snipe, taishiro toyomitsu, tamaki amajiki, rumi usagiyama, etc

jujutsu kaisen:

trigun stampede: vash the stampede, nicholas d. wolfwood, knives millions

lego monkie kid: mk, macaque, sun wukong, red son, mayor, tang, huntsmen, syntax

blood of zeus: heron, ares, apollo, hermes,

spiderverse: miguel o'hara, peter b. parker, the spot/jonathan ohnn, spider noir

hazbin hotel: valentino, vox, husk, alastor

helluva boss: blitzø, stoles, asmodeus, frizz, stricker,

transformers bayverse, knightverse, prime, animated, beast wars, wfc show,

bots: optimus prime, ratchet, bulkhead, bumblebee, wheeljack, blurr,

megatron, starscream, knockout, breakdown, dreadwing, skyquake, predaking, soundwave, shockwave,

transformers animated: optimus prime, ratchet, bulkhead, bumblebee, blurr, blitzwing, megatron, shockwave, starscream

transformers bayverse: optimus prime, bumblebee, ironhide, cross hair, drift, megatron, shockwave, soundwave,

transformers earthspark: optimus prime, bumblebee, wheeljack, grimlock, megatron, breakdown, starscream, swindle, hardtop, skywarp, nova storm, soundwave, shockwave, trrantulas, skullcruncher

games

modern warfare: john price, john "soap" mactavish, simon "ghost" riley, kyle "gaz" garrick, phillip graves, nikolai

destiny 2: cayde-6, banshee-44, osiris & saint-14, drifter, missraks, spider, varkis, shaxx, saladin, zavala

genshin impact: diluc, kaeya, kazuha, al haitham, kaveh, cyno, tighnari, zhongli, xiao, albedo, ayato, childe, itto, thoma, gorou, capitano, perrio, dottore

honkai: star rail: sampo, gepard, welt, dan heng, jing yuan, blade, kafka, himeko, natasha

undertale: grillby, gaster, sans, papyrus, ink, error, nightmare

undertale aus: underfell, underswap, swapfell, horrortale, outertale, mobtale, mafiafell

obey me: lucifer, satan, beelzebub, mammon, diavolo, barbatos, siemon

DNI if:

you're racist, homophoic, xenophobic, transphobic, misogynistic, misandrist, islamophobic, anti-semtic, are a pedophile/map/support pedophila/loli con enjoyers, pro-shippers. | under 13 yrs old | female or fem readers

i will write:

headcanons & fics

gn & male reader

fluff, angst, nsfw

tropes and aus

character × character

character x reader

non human reader and characters

omegaverse

polyamory

yan & darker stuff on @luvccm

i will not write

incest/pedophila

cheating

female reader

self harn/suicide

scat

[umi-usagi]

Ya know, of course its fuckin Archer Emiya in the HSR × FSN collab 😅 I was holding out against hope that it would be Cu Chullain's time to shine, but no.....we get Red Moze

On the bright side, they are now forced to make a playable dark skinned character

[meoawa]

Overambitious PMMM Fate Soulmate Crossover

Soulmate bonds can both be forged at birth or over time. Homura starts out with only two marks indicating her as the soul child of Tart and Riz/Liz Hawkwood.

All her other bonds don't persist between loops until some threshold is reached, the first being her bond with Madoka after finding the resolve to keep going after learning that Madoka's potential increases every loop.

Each bond that persists between the loops adds generally beneficial changes to the timeline, though not all can be concisely explained.

Homura's mother was from a magus family that her element and origin was actively detrimental to the practicing of the family magecraft. As a result Homura's crest is filled with a mess of knowledge from before Homura's mother found her speciality of creating animals with Magical Circuits similarly to how one would make a Homunculus.

For the Fate Characters it's a Shirou/Artoria/Illya/Rin/Sakura/Luvia from birth soulbond.

Another result of Soulbonds is that Artoria and Mordred have positive relations with each other with Artoria giving the crown to Mordred to look for her soulmates. Mordred would then kill Morgan le Fay with a cold iron lance modeled after Rhongomyniad.

The 5th Grail war is interesting in that someone made a second grail, hooked it up to the first and made it so that it was two simultaneous great grail wars.

This second grail has a few kinks in that all the servants tied to it (Purple and Blue) are dual classed, if one side summons a Ruler the grail won't summon an independent Ruler but does provide the required command seals to the First grail's ruler.

War Participants

Red

Shirou, Saber Artoria

Illya, Archer Heracles

Rin, Caster EMIYA

Sakura, Rider Medusa

Bazett, Lancer Cu Chulainn

Luvia, Assassin Hassan of serenity

TBD, Berserker TBD

Black

TBD, Caster Morgan le Fay

TBD, Saber TBD

TBD, Lancer TBD

TBD, Archer TBD

TBD, Saber TBD

TBD, Berserker TBD

TBD, Assassin TBD

Red/Black Ruler Johanna

Purple

Homura, Rider/Ruler Tart/Jeanne D'Arc

Sayaka, Saber/Avenger Mordred

Madoka, Assassin/Berserker Jack(ie) the Ripper

Kyoko, Lancer/TBD TBD

Mami, Caster/TBD TBD

Hitomi, Archer/TBD TBD

Oriko/Kirika/Touka/Nemu/Ui, Berserker/Saber Lancelot

Blue

TBD, Caster/Foreigner Giles

TBD, Saber/TBD TBD

TBD, Lancer/TBD TBD

TBD, Archer/TBD TBD

TBD, Saber/TBD TBD

TBD, Berserker/TBD TBD

TBD, Assassin/TBD TBD

[morsking]

i didn't realize it until now but man archer leaving rin to stand guard of the fuyuki bridge at night and kill any of angra mainyu's corpses that tried to cross beats you over the head and stabs you in the heart after the reveal angra mainyu, a dead man, has been masquerading as shirou this whole time because he wanted to experience the peaceful and ordinary life he never had. that was his mean, roundabout, but still no less certified archer way of helping angra-shirou, painting himself as a villain who kills shirou every 4th night to keep him on the other side of the bridge as if to say "you aren't ready to cross this bridge and learn what you are." he of course is also guarding rin's territory but taking off his red coat, his symbol of his loyalty to her, plainly states he's handling this alone because he doesn't want rin to figure out what he's doing. archer's parting words to saber when she kills him are "do your best at being fooled by me." do your best to not avoid looking at the truth about emiya shirou in front of you.

it's all kinds of ironic archer loses because he forgot who he was, a swordsman acting like an archer, and shirou remembered who he is (supposed to be pretending he is).

[fizzyjacuzzi]

heaven's feel au, left-to-right, 7 pages (read more under cut)

happy shirou day! even if i don't really have the context behind the date 🗡

[alis-dolls-blog]

Name: Killian Emiya.(ENFP-T)

Species: Demi-Service(Mallt-i-nos), Human(?)

Alignment: Lawful Evil

Birthday: February 18

Major Arcana: Moon

Height: 210 cm

Weight: 82.6 kg

Class: Berserker

Personal information:

Likes: beautiful clothes, housework, grenades

Dislikes: moralizing, broken promises, studying

Talents: Hunting, music, pretense

Weapon:

Gealach briste(Broken moon)

A blade made of red metal with a blade in the shape of a crescent moon but with a "torn" blade that tears flesh, a keychain with a small toy dog ​​hangs on the handle.

Cu Sidhe

A hunting knife with a handle made of deer horn with a bell-shaped decoration, needed to warn (put moral pressure) on the prey.

Magic:

Element: Sword

Origin: Hunting

Distorts all spells and runes that Killian uses in the direction of "predation".

Stats (increased by Mad Enhancement except Luck):

-Strength:B+

-Stamina:S

-Dexterity:A

-Mana:C+

-Luck:E

-NP:A++; C+

Class Skills:

Madness Enhancement:E ~ A++

While Noble Phantasm is not activated, he can communicate normally, but this skill becomes the equivalent of E-rank.

Personal Skills:

Continuation of Battle: A

Rune: D

Mind's Eye (Truth): B

Noble Phantasm:

Riastard: Midnight Hunting Euphoria. A++

In the Crimson Forest, everything is "prey."

This is an inversion impulse that he inherited from his father Lancer, but it was modified by his "origin" to be better suited for hunting. When Ristard activates, his Mental Pollution is raised to EX rank and Madness Enhancement to A++, so that he can no longer be reached by words, only by killing or knocking him out, and he no longer differentiates between friend and foe, so he may very well unknowingly kill his Master.

Unlike Cu Chulainn's Ristard, who turned the Child of Light into a mad warrior when enraged, Killian's Ristard, due to the presence of the spiritual core of Mallt-i-nos, Killian, like her, experiences both suffering and joy from hunting.

Hey, have you ever been killed with tears of joy in your eyes?

Cwn Annwfn (Hounds of Annwn)C+ Anti-Unit

Howl through the clouds, rend the skies. Today we hunt the moon.

A pack of spectral hounds with snow-white fur that glows like starlight, and red ears.

The Wild Hunt and the Hounds of Annwn's purpose is to hunt lawbreakers into the ground until they stop running, just as the criminals did to their victims.

They mostly act as familiars for Killian, which he uses as his eyes and ears to track down his opponent, or as a distraction.

Looks:

Personality:

Naturally passionate and bloodthirsty, strong willed and playful, optimistic.

He seems like a nice and affectionate guy, and thanks to this he easily makes friends, but he makes enemies even easier because in addition to the fact that he inherited Archer's sarcastic language, he also does not know how to watch it, and does not want to, most often he just asks for conflict, because deep down he is aggressive and prone to violence, easily falls into a rage and self-destruction.

The only thing that keeps him from going into complete chaos is the fear of being rejected by his parents and loved ones, so his moral code is based on not upsetting his parents too much.

The embodiment of the phrase "can but does not want to", and he is also careless to the point of absurdity, which is why he regularly received a lot of moralizing from Archer, especially about constant fights.

He hates studying, despite his sharp mind, and in life he prefers to rely on his intuition, but if he really “needs to” and achieves a good result through pure stubbornness, he will have to, he will vomit his insides, but he will do it.

But if he doesn't want to, he will do anything to avoid performing an unpleasant task: pretend to be stupid, deaf, dead, crawl away on his belly to the Land of Shadows… in general, he will do everything.

[snezandsickheadcanons]

Take Care of Yourself (Fate series, M, cold, 1844 words)

Finally actually putting a fic here... I have actually written quite a bit for this fandom (as it's my fave) and i think I posted some links to my sicktembers for it but, given they were for sicktembers they weren't quite as polished so.

ANYWAY, this is a fic about archer from f@te stay night, with platonic caretaking from shi//rou. i would say it doesnt require much series knowledge bc its a vague post-canon AU but the fic concept itself does heavily reference a major spoiler so!!! take of that what you will

The rain poured down outside. Thick droplets pounded against the roof, with the wind pushing the barrage onto the sides of the house as well. Every so often, sharp cracks of thunder shook the walls. In this weather, the interior of the Tohsaka manor looked almost haunted.

Gazing up at the towering stairway to the second floor, Shirou groaned.

“How’d I get into this mess…”

~~~~~

“No.”

“Come on, Emiya-kun. It’s not a big deal.”

“No way in hell.”

“I’m not asking you to spoon-feed him or anything! Just go over and make sure he’s doing alright and that he’s getting enough rest. You know how stubborn he gets.”

“He’s a grown man. He can look after himself.”

“He’s got a bad fever!” Rin sighed on the other end of the phone. “I know you two don’t get along, but can you just do this? Not for him. For me. I’d be there myself if I could.”

Her voice was just pleading enough that Shirou hesitated. Rin never pleaded.

“Fine…”

~~~~~

And now here he was. Shirou wasn’t religious, but he quickly sent a prayer out to God or Buddha or whoever would listen. He took a deep breath, then climbed the stairs.

Due to force of habit, he checked Rin’s room first. Of course, it was empty—thankfully, he thought. The thought of Archer sleeping in Rin’s bed made his skin crawl. He shook his head free of that thought and moved onto the next room.

The door opened smoothly as he turned the knob, without a hint of creak or groan from the hinges. Inside was a similar layout to Rin’s room, with a red carpet sprawled on the floor, a desk, and a rather large, fancy four-poster bed. What was different, though, was that this room was completely lacking in any kind of personal touch. There were no boxes of gems, or pictures on the mantle, or anything really. Annoyingly, it reminded Shirou of his own bedroom. He wouldn’t even have thought it was being occupied if not for the person currently lying in the bed.

Shirou thought he might be sleeping, but as soon as he took a step inside Archer opened his eyes and glared at him.

“Go away…” Archer mumbled, then turned over to face the other way. He muffled a harsh-sounding coughing fit into his blanket.

With a sigh, Shirou replied, “Look, Tohsaka told me to come here and look after you, so that’s what I’m going to do. Don’t make this more difficult than it has to be.”

Archer gave a sarcastic laugh, then coughed again. “Rin must be the one who’s actually sick if she thought sending you here would make me feel better.” His voice was cracked down half an octave, thick yet brittly hoarse.

As Shirou moved further into the room, he spotted a box of tissues on the bed next to Archer, surrounded by a collection of crumpled up used ones. “Gross,” he said. “You’re not even going to throw out your dirty tissues? What are you, a child?”

“I don’t want to hear that from you.”

Shirou just rolled his eyes. He grabbed a small trash bin which was sitting by the desk and moved it over to the bed.

Hearing a sharp inhale, he looked up to see Archer’s shoulders tense, followed by him snapping forward into his blanket.

“Hnnp’SHHuu! Heh...Heh—nnppSHUU!” The sneezes were just as harsh as the coughs. They sounded painful too, as if the force of the air irritated what must already be a swollen red throat. And the sound they made… Shirou didn’t want to admit how familiar it was.

Archer sniffled a few times after that, liquid and stuffy.

Heaving another annoyed sigh, Shirou pulled a tissue from the box and dangled it in front of Archer’s face. “Blow your nose.”

Archer reached a hand out from under the covers to grab it, then did as instructed. He didn’t thank Shirou, not that he was expecting it, but he did finally turn back around in order to throw it into the trash. Which, in turn, gave Shirou a much closer look at his face.

“Heh. You look like shit.”

He received only a huff in response. It was true, though. Archer had dark bags under his eyes, and the edges of his nostrils were cracked red. His hair, not pushed back like normal but rather down in an annoyingly familiar style, clung to his forehead with sweat. And while it was less noticeable, his sinuses looked a bit swollen and puffy as well.

“Sucks to have a physical body, doesn’t it?” Shirou teased further, grinning and folding his arms.

“I can’t believe this,” Archer groaned with another sniffle. “I never got sick when I was alive. For it to finally happen when I’m a Servant…!”

“I would say I can feel your pain, but I don’t really get sick, either, so…”

A half-laugh, choked out like a cough, came from Archer’s throat. “Well, I can assure you that will change,” he said. He winced as he spoke, as words, too, irritated his sore throat. Then he clicked his tongue and grabbed Shirou’s arm.

“W-Wha—! What are you doing?”

“Let me breathe on you.”

“No!” Shirou tried to struggle free from his grip, but even in the depths of illness, damn Archer was strong.

“I can’t live with being sick while you aren’t. A little cold will do Emiya Shirou good.”

“I think the germs will just be more confused than anything if they leave your body then enter mine,” Shirou said flatly. “And what do you mean ‘a little’ cold? Tohsaka said you were barely able to stand this morning.”

Archer looked like he was going to say something else, but instead his eyes became unfocused and he sniffed, scrunching up his nose and parting his lips. His grip on Shirou loosened, and Shirou wasted no time using that as his opportunity to free himself.

With a few gasps of hitching breath, Archer pulled another tissue from the box and held it up to his face. “Eh...ehh….heh—Hnnchh! HmpSHUU! HNNPSHUUU! Heh… HEHPSHHUUU!” As his body was rocked with sneeze after sneeze, the tissue clasped to his nose and mouth quickly became soaking wet. When he was finally done, he gave a congested-sounding “Ngh…” and shivered, trying to wipe his nose despite the tissue already being fully saturated.

“You done?” asked Shirou sarcastically.

But Archer didn’t take the bait. Instead he just lay there, sniffling, looking exhausted and feverish and pathetic. With his body shaking from chills and his nose running, he couldn’t have looked less like the conniving bastard who’d tried to kill him.

Shirou actually started to feel a bit bad for him, then kicked himself mentally for it. Talk about self-pity…

He placed a hand on Archer’s forehead and tsked at just how hot it was. “Let me get you a wet cloth and some ice.” He paused. “And something to eat too. You’re incarnated now, after all.” If he’d be forced to put up with Archer’s incessant criticism of his cooking, no matter.

Shirou left the guest room (though he supposed it was Archer’s room now), and went back downstairs to the kitchen. He searched the cabinets for something that could make a quick meal, occasionally hearing another sneeze or coughing fit above him.

The rain continued to batter the roof and windows, with lightning occasionally flashing his vision white. This was a bad storm.

~~~~~

“It’s oatmeal,” Shirou said, resisting the urge to drop the tray onto the bed from an extended height. Instead, he reluctantly set it down gently. Suddenly he got a strong sense of deja vu. He had a strange feeling he’d also made oatmeal for Rin when she was sick before, but he couldn’t quite remember when that was.

“Why…” Archer’s voice sounded even more exhausted and weak than before. Perhaps just the little bit of talking they’d done had tired him out.

Shirou huffed. “You’re not going to get better if you don’t eat.”

Clearly that wasn’t what Archer had meant, but neither of them decided to pursue that topic further. Instead, Shirou picked up the thermometer from the tray.

“It’s thirty-eight point four,” Archer mumbled before Shirou had even opened his mouth.

Snorting, Shirou gave him a sidelong glance. “What, did you make a thermometer with projection magecraft or something?”

Archer didn’t reply.

That somehow made Shirou more annoyed, so he moved on to the next task of wringing out a cloth in a bowl of ice water next to the oatmeal. Once it was no longer dripping, he placed it on Archer’s forehead.

A slight look of relief washed over Archer’s face. Perhaps at this point he was too tired to even be stubborn.

“You should sit up a little bit if you’re going to eat,” Shirou mumbled. Though, he had just placed the cloth on his head. It might fall off if he sat up too much…

I’m not asking you to spoon-feed him or anything!

Rin’s words came back to him in an ironic echo. With a heavy swallow, he picked up the spoon. Dread filled his stomach. All of Archer’s attempts on his life had been futile compared to this. It might actually kill him.

Thankfully, Archer seemed to be along the same line of thought. He sniffled and scooched upwards, raising his shoulders and chest just enough so he wasn’t fully horizontal. The cloth on his head remained firmly in place. “Give it.”

Breathing a sigh of relief, Shirou handed over the spoon to Archer, who snatched it out of his hand so quickly it was probably Servant-level speed.

After muffling another sneeze into his shoulder, Archer took a bite.

Shirou waited with bated breath. He didn’t actually expect any compliments; he just wanted the nagging criticism to be over and done with as soon as possible.

But, again, Archer just kept quiet. He ate the oatmeal without a complaint and then lied back down. It was like the last bit of energy had been zapped from him.

Very badly, Shirou wanted to say something, come up with some snarky retort to the silence. But he didn’t. He wasn’t going to become someone who bitched at people when they were already down. Instead, he just took the bowl and went to leave.

“Hey, Emiya Shirou…”

He turned back around.

Archer’s voice was so quiet now, like a whisper made of shattered glass. He didn’t seem to be looking any better at all, either. But Rin would return tomorrow, and she was sure to be able to care for him much better than Shirou could. So for now, if he were to fall back asleep, as it looked like he was about to, so be it.

“...the oatmeal was alright.”

Shirou just gave a snort, nodded at him, and left.

The rain was letting up a little, so he took his umbrella and left the Tohsaka manor behind him, oddly satisfied and comforted by the whole awkward, annoying, awful ordeal.

[a-little-awkward-simp]

Incident D -- Ashiya Douman x reader

Finally got this done! This is based on the hc's I wrote some while back. Enjoy! :D

Fandom: FGO

Pairing: Ashiya Douman x reader

warnings: implied smut, Douman being chaotic, might have typos (let me know if I missed any)

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You stirred from your sleep and rubbed your eyes that were still sensitive to the light coming from your window. You turned to look next to you to find the other side of your bed empty. You didn’t think too much of it since he often got up earlier than you. You collapse back on your pillow, lying there for a while longer, before getting up. 

You got up after a short while and the cool air of your room hit your naked body harshly, after being under the warm covers of your bed. You shivered and wrapped the blanket around you to block the cold.

You walk into the bathroom, blanket still wrapped around your naked form. You drop the blanket right in front of the bathroom and step inside. You turn on the faucet and wash your face with cool water. You look up and close the faucet. You look at your reflection in the mirror and smile at your bed hair, remembering the events of last night that make your cheeks flush a light shade of red. You style your hair and walk out of the bathroom to go find some clothes.

You open your closet and find a new sweater on your other clothes with a note on top of it. You read it quietly and smile at the text.

“Good morning my dear. I apologize for leaving earlier and not waking you up, I wanted you to get a good sleep. I saw this sweater once and instantly thought it would look absolutely perfect on you, so I got it for you. I hope to see you wearing it today ;)

Yours truly

D”

You set the note aside and take the sweater in your hands. You let it open and see it’s a gorgeous white wool sweater with beautiful embroidery. You turn it around and look at the back of the sweater. It’s got a completely open back. You smile looking at the shirt and without a second thought you put it on and match it with your favorite trousers. You go to the bathroom and quickly check yourself in the mirror. The sweater is perfect. And finally you leave your quarters.

You decide to go get yourself some breakfast in the cafeteria so you start walking the corridors of Chaldea and towards your destination. As you finally get to the cafeteria you go talk to the kitchen staff of the day and ask for some breakfast. Boudica and Emiya greet you with a smile and compliment your new sweater.

“Thank you i just got it today” you smile and give them a twirl- only to hear both of them gasp slightly once your back is towards them.

“What?” you look at them confused. “Is there something wrong? You don’t like it?” you look down at your sweater and back at them.

“N-no! Nothing, nothing…” Boudica mumbles and her speech quiets down. “Anyway! Here you go, master! Your breakfast!” She speaks quickly and gives you something to eat and walks away. Emiya’s eyes are still looking down at you in shock.

You give them one final confused look and go find a table. You hear a couple of people gasp and snicker as you walk past them and you give them a confused look, but they look away from you right away.

You finally see Mash sitting at a table talking with Robin Hood and Mandricardo and decide to join them.

“Morning guys”, you greet them with a smile.

“Master! That’s a lovely sweater you’re wearing”  Mash says, smiling brightly at you.

“Thank you Mash! I quite like it myself as well” you smile and give her a twirl as well. You hear Mash gasp and Mandricardo nearly choking on his coffee as you twirl, while the green archer starts giggling.

“M–master!” Mash struggles to find words, covering her mouth in shock,

Robin whistles at you. “Woow Master that’s quite bold” he says as he keeps chuckling. “That a permanent tattoo?”

You furrow your brows in confusion “What?” you start to get nervous. “What do you mean?”

“Um…” Mash starts, clearly struggling to find words in her shock. “You- you should go find a mirror…” she mumbles.

You freeze for a moment before you start running back towards your quarters faster than ever. You open your door hurriedly and rush into the bathroom and in front of the mirror. You turn and see what’s on your back. Your face goes absolutely pale when you realise you’ve been walking around Chaldea your back bear with THAT on it.

“PROPERTY OF ASHIYA DOUMAN”

That’s what reads on your back with cat sized letters. Your face flushes completely red with embarrassment and anger. 

You turn on the faucet and get water on your hands and try to wash the text off; but it doesn’t work. You let out a sigh of frustration and give up trying to wash it away.

You leave your quarters, your face still red from embarrassment and start walking towards the evil-doers quarters. And as you finally reach your said destination you knock on the door quite roughly.

“Douman!” you yell. “Douman! Open. The door. Now!

Finally the door opens and in front of you stands the tall and handsome devil with the biggest shit eating grin on his face.

“Oh hello my dear” he says with a flirtatious tone. “I see you’re wearing your new sweater~How do you like it, love? Mind giving me a little spin?” he says with the same grin on his face, cocking one eyebrow.

“Not. funny” you tell him, your face still fiery red.

“Oh come on now dear, just one twirl~“ he takes one of your hands and twirls you around. He chuckles when he sees his masterpiece on your back.

“Stop it!” you say and yank your hand out of his grip. “do something about this!” you shout, frustrated. He just chuckles at your frustration.

“I don’t know… I’m quite fond of that masterpiece of mine, like I am fond of you” he purrs with a sly smirk on his face.

You let out a frustrated sigh and turn to walk away, leaving him behind to stand against his door frame, chuckling as he looks at your back.

You head back to your own quarters, toss your sweater off and jump in the shower in an attempt to get the text off your back.”Ass...” you mumble to yourself.

A couple of days pass as you ignore him everytime you see him and also try to wash the permanent marker off your back, morning and night. You had to ask help from Mash a couple of times. For days you felt angry at him, never getting an apology from him, until one day you hear a loud knock on your door. You walk to it and open it, seeing the large man in front of you with a broken look on his face.

“A-” you begin but you’re soon cut off by him.

“Y/N! My heart! My soul! Please, forgive me! I can’t do this anymore, it’s been too long! It’s been ages since I last saw you and your lovely face smiling at me! Please!” he spoke in a loud desperate voice.

“A-” you tried to speak to him, but you couldn’t interrupt his long, dramatic speech about not seeing you in an eon (*three days), how he’s sorry and feels terrible about his horrible sin (*writing on your back with a permanent marker) and how he can’t breathe without you by his side, how he lost the light of his life for eternity (*you waited for him to apologize to you for a couple of days).

“Ashi!” you finally raise your voice and get his attention. You look at him with a kind smile on your face. “It’s quite alright” you tell him. “I was just angry and I wanted an apology. I forgive you”

Suddenly he gets up and smirks at you, like the breakdown he had right in front of you never happened.

“Ah my dear, I knew you’d forgive your Daddy D…” he smirks and speaks with a flirty tone, gently grabbing your chin and making you look up at him. You blush at his words since you're standing in the hallway.

“Ashi…”

“Well then my dear, how about I show you just how happy I am about our conversation just now?” He speaks in a sly and seductive tone that never fails to make you blush. He pulls you back into your room, locking the door behind you both and you know what he has in store for you for the coming night, after being apart for so long.

[iwanomono]

Prompt #6: Halcyon

Somewhat before ShB and timey whimey timeline that was eventually pruned off. EW references ----------

His attention was on a white mask young woman in the black robe. At first, she was fiddling with a cat headed wand, but in mere moments the item transformed into a long bow. Its cat head at the top and paw at the end. Her purple hair companion then materialized his bow of twisted branches and they both proceed into a competition of shooting down apples by their stems. They laughed at the silliness of it all and then wave to him to join in on the fun. But he huffed out an annoyed reply and stomped off.

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Earlier point in time probably after Camp Dragonhead with the small houses/lookout stations near the main path

“Who was she and why are you such a baka tsundere?” The young summoner shot him a question when they were seated by the campfire. Her strange little carbuncle though contented to be patted kept eyeing him in suspicion. Never once had any of her companions left her alone with him.

“Do not mock me. And stay out of my mind!” "Can't. I don't control the dreams. I had seen spirits acting dumber than you. And dumb spirits who appreciated being reunited with family, friends and lovers.” She passed him a bowl of soup. He stared at it before stirring the orangey tangy stew. Gingerly he took a few careful sips of the flavoury warmth.

“Even if for a mere moment? Should the person no longer remembers?” “You could ask her yourself you know." She indicated the white mage clinging to the arm of the red cloaked assassin. Unless the assassin was sent out for scouting trips or reporting on things. The couple was never far apart, much to the embarrassment of the dual wielding archer who she treats like her son. Which in turn earn the archer further teasing by his comrades. "She’s building new memories with her new-old family. Sometimes certain memories are ingrained so deeply. That one took time to acknowledge the difference though. At least he stopped running away after their third or was it fourth kid answered my summons.” His silence was the only answer for her. “They must have meant a lot to you to walk this path.” “Aren’t you doing the same? For her, for them.” “What else can I do to restore my world? There was nowhere else to go in that white emptiness.” “What else indeed.” He stared into the the bowl.

----------- Note - Yes sir A nice bowl of Emiya's stew (probably Ishgardian Beet Soup that I carry in bulk) would warm you up.

6 kids - Two Emiya boys, an Edlefelt girl(technically an Emiya) and three Einzbern girls by year 6. 7 if you consider a summer Prillya Alt an individual and 8 if future Avenger Khloe is considered as well.

I made it a point to reunite the Einzbern-Emiya family if possible. The parents are from a timeline where they never met but mom has memories of her other self because of her grail connection. the 3 younger girls are from the same timeline(sort of). the eldest girl might be from the official Fate timeline. And the two boys are alternate timeline version of themselves. The girls are very likely shards of each other. Let's not include young-old Gramps-Bro and leave him as Gramps.

/Throws notes away and gives up.