#fgo drabble

[ryogai]

Thanks to Siegfried and the countless sacrifices made, the war had come to an end. All the Servants who had been enticed to rebel had been released to rest once more. Though Nix knew it wasn’t the end of it, not for a moment. Not while one more threat remained in the Singularity. James Moriarty made himself known right on cue, bragging on how all was going according to plan.. or so he claimed. Now he wanted to face Sherlock Holmes at a falls she had read about. The very place the rivals had perished in the books.

Clearly the challenge wasn’t going to be ignored, not when the Singularity wouldn’t vanish otherwise. Besides, Holmes would know what to do right? With everyone working together, it would pan out like always.. At least that was how it was supposed to go. Somehow it all went wrong and revelations were brought into light. Answers to long standing mysteries..

Holmes had been summoned by the Foreign God from the start but sealed away his memories to act on his own. No matter how he came to join them, he was one of them. That wouldn’t change. It never would! So why..? Why did he throw himself off the cliff?

Nix rushed towards the railing and reached out as far as she could. Her hand barely grasped his own but the grip was quickly slipping. He let them know they had this well in hand. That they would win this. He believed in Chaldea, even after remembering the truth about himself. And just like that, he slipped out of her grasp and vanished into the falls with a smile on his face. She wanted to scream. To cry. To lament the loss of a dear friends. But at first Nix stood there in shock, processing what had just happened.. then the Foreign Disciple spoke again.

He won. He could hardly believe it but once his own shock wore off. His true intentions were made known. Complete control over Chaldea. That was what he wanted and desired for Kadoc to be his Master. Ah.. Now it made sense why he had no interest in her. She made it clear she would never betray Chaldea and Kadoc had done so once as a Crypter.  Kadoc agreed but made terms that spoke to Nix that believed she would win.. and win she would. Mash was here and Moriarty’s powers and weakness made known.

“You made a mistake in all of your calculations, Moriarty.. You took my loyalty and kindness for weakness.” There was an item the woman wore around her neck at all times. At a glance, it only looked like an odd shaped white trinket. Now she reached for it, clasping a hand around it. “And you’re about to learn why I keep my temper in check, you son of a bitch..” In a flash of light a staff now rested in her hands, a pure white rod that held an orb that seemed to house the night sky. A sharp glare came to her eyes as she slammed its tip against the ground. The excess mana it had absorbed over time flowed back into her, magic circuits flaring to life across her form.

“You will never take over Chaldea. Not while I stand! Prepare yourself for the ass beating of your life!!”

[typingdyslexiaisathing]

Retha was aware that something was wrong with the Caster of Cu Chulainn. That something was just off. But she wasn't sure what it specifically was. The feeling weighing on her like a heavy rock was in her stomach. But she chose to deal with the feeling in a neutral way. Instead of confronting Caster outright, she stayed with him and spent as much time with him as possible. Every Singularity, every confrontation, from training sessions in the simulator to destroying Demon Pillars. Retha kept Caster with her at all times.

The time that passed was dearly treasured to Retha. Orleans proved to have moments of comfort and contentment for their group. Caster Chulainn took the time to show Retha and Mash how to cook fresh fish over a campfire. With Retha eating it despite her distaste for fish. Something Mozart spilled the beans on near the end of the Singularity. Which had Caster Chulainn utterly perplexed yet highly amused. The druid teasing Retha for such with his fanged grin. Which had her blushing from ears to toes as she growled at Mozart for being a tattle tale. Yet both Casters simply laughed as Mash assured Retha that what she did was kind and sweet.

Septem proved to be a miserable trial of patience. With Retha barely holding to professional civility in the presence of Nero. Letting Mash do all the talking as Retha kept a hand in Caster Chulainn's to have a stiffened posture at all times. The only ones easing her out of that tenseness being Caster Chulainn or his Lancer counterpart. While traveling through Britannia tested everyone's nerves. A long night of temptation for both Hounds of Culann. So Retha told them both they were free to roam and not yake watch duty. Lancer taking the offer to kiss Retha before he sprinted off. Leaving Retha on a deep blush as Caster declined the offer. Choosing instead to sit with Retha and regail her with tales about the Fae as well as his comrades. One story about drunken fishing leaving them both in fits of laughter. Which had Retha snuggle close to Caster as they grinned and laughed. The next morning feeling much lighter than previous dawns. Lancer back at camp to look both happy and troubled. Yet Retha just kept both Hounds beside her. Telling them stories about her many ordeals going camping as a child. Which improves the mood even more.

It was during Okeanos that Retha finally figured it out. As she sat on the stairs leading up to the ship's wheel. Her eyes took in the sight of Caster Chulainn. His whole being so familiar and yet not. Retha was able to put words to it at last. So she got up to walk over and stand beside the druid. Letting the moment lengthen before she made her declaration. Telling Caster that he will always be Cu Chulainn. Even if he is so different than Lancer or Proto for that matter. That he is more than worthy of being the son of Lugh. She finalizes her point by making a pointed observation. How Caster has won a Holy Grail War when the others haven't. So if anyone needs to step up their game, it is the spearmen of his namesake.

Retha turns to give Caster a tight hug while he is too stunned to comment. But soon enough, the druid chuckles before hugging Retha back. Noting out loud that Retha is a wiser Master than he first assumed. The two enjoying the feeling of rightness that settles in. All while the waves gently sound out.

[adelha-mathilde]

FGO AddyxCu Drabble

// A drabble I had in my head for Addy and Cas Cu //

The workshop was quiet this time of night. The antique clock on the wall chiming softly that it was one in the morning. The fire in the hearth keeping the bedroom warm as it cast glowing illumination about. While two souls stayed in the comfy queen sized bed. The sheets scented of laundry soap as the pillows cushioned Caster’s head. Some of the quilts having fallen off the bed after a good tickle session before Caster and Adelha had fallen asleep in each others arms. With one quilt having been pilfered by Aqua for her to make her own throne to doze upon close to her humans. While Eirian stayed perched in his cage by the door.

Adelha had been awake to hear the chiming of the clock. Her gaze staying to Caster’s face as she stayed laying half on top of him. Watching as he dreamed and gave a soft snore ever so often. Which make her lips quirk up every time. Her azure blue eyes all but transfixed upon his face. As if she was drinking in the sight of him. Her hands cushioning her chin as she laid there. The drumming of Caster’s heart touching over her hands and fingertips. His scent tickling her nose with every breath. She simply gazed at Caster as the moments ticked by.

Soon enough, Caster gave a rumbling to blink his eyes open. Those majestic blood red eyes clearing for him to look to Adelha to note she was awake. The question of why not having a chance to escape. For the moment he opened his mouth to ask, Adelha moved. Leaning forwards to give Caster a deep and passionate kiss. Her hands tracing up his bare chest to then tangle in his hair. Which elicited a different kind of rumbling from the druid. His own hands soon snaking down Adelha’s spine in a sultry feathering of exploration. Earning a sweet gasp from her parting lips. Which had Caster growl out a chuckle.

Caster took little time in slipping Adelha out of her silken nightgown. The silver material soon pooling onto the floor to be left there for the moment. While the two gave themselves over to the joys of making love. Caster nipping and kissing at his wife’s form for her to shiver and murmur pleas in their native Gaelic. Which had him grin in delight even as he gently ravaged his beloved maiden. For her to reciprocate with deep kisses and soft touches to the sculpted frame of her husband and cherished soul. Until they’d lost an hour to the pleasures of consummating their vows and promises of heart and spirit. The both of them flushed and grinning to have lost the rest of the blankets in their dance. Which had ended up dropping another quilt on top of Aqua for her to meow awake. Yet she decided to snuggle in and go back to sleep.

Caster took a moment to hug Adelha tight to his front and nuzzle his nose into her neck. Making her laugh sweetly for him to savor her scent. Lavender mixed with rain and the barest traces of myrrh. Along with sweat and sugar from her baking cake earlier. He gave a pleased laugh that echoed deeply from his chest to flow out his fanged mouth. His other hand tracing over her back as he closed his eyes. Savoring her every panted breath and heartbeat. Kissing his bride with soft warmth before whisking her up and out of the bed. Adelha’s squeak making Caster laugh once more as he walked them to the bathroom. His perfect plan being to worship his wife as they soaked in a hot bath. Complete with her favorite scented oils. His words a rumbling promise to cherish his Master and wife for long after the morning. Which had Adelha hum in open joy.

[typingdyslexiaisathing]

FGO studying drabble

I had been at my computer desk for the entire night. The early morning soon creeping up on Chaldea for the sound of people to be walking by my room. Yet I didn’t pay it much notice as I kept myself busy. Both of my hands working at sewing my very torn up uniform jacket. While I watched survival videos on my computer to study. Stuff about camping out and how to forage. Things that most of the Servants already knew how to do. But I had zero idea on.

So I kept watching videos about different things. In the hope that I was better prepared the next time I went to a Singularity. Since the last time had ended with me breaking my leg as well as my pride. The cast going from my heel all the way up to my knee. Hence why I wasn’t wearing pajama pants. It was too much effort whenever I had to use the bathroom to keep trying to get them on and off.

My door opens without the customary ring. So I can guess who decided to show up and bother me. Which has me pause in my sewing to give a long sigh. “I’ll go to bed once I finish with this seam. Promise. I just want to finish this last thing. Then I will head for bed. Not before. Bad enough I’m benched to make everyone else do all the heavy lifting. Just let me finish this, please.”

I’m not surprise that both Servants at my door give sighs of resignation in reply to my request. Saber walking into the room for Archer to follow. Both of them not looking pleased but choosing to skip the argument. Archer instead walking over with a tray laden with food and drink. Which does catch my attention as my stomach makes a loud growl at the smell. So I blink to carefully turn myself in my chair to look at them. Saber carrying a new night blouse for me as well as a fluffy pair of hospital socks. All for Archer to set the tray down and pull up the other chair so he can sit next to me. His words the same stoic tone that hides a tad trace of warm humor. “Breakfast first, Retha. Then we will get you a shower before you sleep. Hence why I brought Saber along. Since we all know you would protest and try to put such off until next month when that cast comes off.”

The jacket gets set carefully on the floor next to my chair as I close down my computer for the day. Soon scooting the keyboard away so I can bring the tray of food in front of me. The plate holding scrambled eggs, steak, and a cinnamon roll that is dripping with extra frosting. A cup of blackberry tea as well as a glass of water next to my plate. I give a low moan of thanks before I just dig into the food. Not caring about table manners as Saber moves to start picking up my discarded clothes around the dirty clothes bin. Her huff soon followed by serious words as Archer leans back in his chair. “Master Retha. These items either look like they are going to disintegrate on the next wash or that you’ve used quilt pieces to stitch them back together. Why have you not gotten new clothes?”

I swallow my drink of tea to think on best how to put this. Soon shrugging my shoulder to answer. “One. I wear my uniform most of the time. Two. Our supplies are limited so we make do with what we have. Three. many of those casual clothes are from family or friends. Hence why I haven’t thrown them out yet. Last I checked, we never summoned Arachne as any kind of Servant to see to making more textiles. So unless that changed, we have to make do.”

Both Saber and Archer look surprised at my last comment. With Archer soon smiling that rare and good smile as Saber rolls her eyes. The King of Knights shaking her head before she makes her point. “I am certain that several of the Servants have some way of crafting us more clothes if we really need to address that problem, Master. So you do not need to go to such extremes. I will place a formal inquiry with Da Vinci so that we can discuss such at the next meeting.”

Saber goes to move a rather big looking blanket next to my nightstand for her to jump back when a loud yowl comes out of it. Archer freezing in alertness as my very lazy cat rolls out of the blanket to growl at being disturbed. Which has Saber huff in relief to as the cat walks past her and right to Archer. Who immediately picks the cat up to settle the feline in his lap. The himalayan persian soon purring in utter delight as I laugh at the sight. “Sorry about that surprise, Saber. I forgot to warn you that Jalapeno uses that blanket for a feline fort.”

Saber goes wide eyed to ask me, “You named a beautiful persian Jalapeno?” Which has Archer chuckle in obvious amusement as Jalapeno licks his fingers. My own smile wide as I tell Saber, “Her full name is Baroness Minnie Jalapeno. When I was in high school, my good friend and his mom tended to name their cats really oddball things. There was Duchess Fiona Tater Tots. Princess Anastasia Bacon Bits. Baron Clive Pickles. And one really friendly kitten they named Emperor Fredrick Crouton. I thought it was awesome and hilarious. So whenever I get a new pet, I keep up the tradition.”

Saber actually laughs to look to the blanket and pick it up off the floor. Soon depositing all the items into my now full dirty clothes bin. With me finishing the tray of food to groan at being full. With Archer bringing the glass of water over to dip a finger into it and hold it out for my cat. Who licks his finger clean to purr at the cold taste. Archer looking up at me with those beautiful bronze eyes to then point towards the bathroom. “Now that you’ve eaten your fill, go and have Saber help you get a shower in. Saber can help secure the plastic covering over your cast to make sure we don’t ruin it. I will stay here and make a list of all the things we need to do for you. Including new clothes and perhaps an evening with-”

I toss my shirt at Archer for him to catch it with ease. My hands grabbing the crutches so I hobble as fast as I can into the bathroom to skip the rest of what Archer was going to suggest slash threaten me with. “You dare finish that sentence and you get a one way command to stand bare naked outside of Chaldea in the snow, Emiya! I mean it! Scheming opportunist! I’m gone already!”

So it is that I get myself into the bathroom for Saber to shake her head. Looking to Archer for her to point out, “You already scheduled for a certain someone to be here tonight to escort Retha out on a date, didn’t you?” Archer chooses not to comment as he keeps petting my cat. So Artoria gives him a smirk to not look surprised. Heading into the bathroom after me as Archer keeps petting my cat.

[typingdyslexiaisathing]

FGO Drabble 5/12/2020

Retha was a bit too tired to care as to why the dining hall in Chaldea seemed to be full to capacity. A long sigh of air escaping as the sea of bodies parted to make enough room for her to pass. Which she did without much thought. But Retha did finally stop and pay attention when she noticed how many of those said bodies were of the lady variety. Raising an eyebrow before she looked around the dining hall with interest. The reason as to why becoming obviously clear as she blinked a few times.

A lot of the good looking men and women Servants were waiting on the staff. All of them in business clothes and aprons. From Diarmuid to Robin Hood to even Sanson and Mozart. Siegfried was currently making espresso drinks for two ladies as they watched him with vehement interest. With Boudica and Emiya cooking in the kitchen along with Beowulf and Kiyohime. It had Retha rub at her tired eyes a moment to clear them. Looking around in disbelief.

But Retha decided it was probably just for fun or to show some appreciation to the staff that tended to work themselves into the ground. So Retha moved towards the back area to seat herself close to the kitchen. All but sinking into the booth seat with a groan. Her uniform jacket soon unbuttoned to slide off her shoulders and onto the seat next to her.

The voice directed at her almost went unnoticed. But Retha did finally look up to then stiffen in surprise. Since the one standing over her just happened to be Lancer Chulainn in a very fetching waiter outfit. His grin all warm and cheerful as he gazed down at her with those crimson eyes. “You look like you need a long week off and a vacation besides. Though it’s good to see you, Retha. I take it you finally crawled out from under the desk after all that maintenance on Chaldea’s computer systems to get some food. So what’ll it be?”

Retha was finding it rather hard to say anything at the moment. But she soon shook her head to clear it before huffing out a breath. “That depends on if you plan on sitting with me for a minute. Make sure I don’t fall asleep into my food or fall over out of the booth. Or were you too busy to chat?”

Lancer gives a hearty laugh before he leans over to fetch Retha’s jacket off the booth seat next to her. Which has Retha blink in surprise as he answers her. “I got a better idea. Why don’t we take two orders of Archer’s best dish to your room along with my secret stash of whiskey. We can eat and chat and have a much needed break from the chaos and mayhem. You up for that?”

Retha gave Lancer a grin to nod her head in agreement. Soon grabbing both trays of food to walk with Lancer out of the dining hall. The two chatting and laughing as they went for several others to wave at them as they depart.

[adelha-mathilde]

Solace From the Angel of Music

To see the overseer of the arboretum idle was a rarity. Even during the late night hours. The staff was accustomed to such by now. So used to the sight of the white haired Master walking about the halls, regardless of the time. Save for a few individuals who would insist that they lead her to her quarters for rest. To which Adelha would do with little to no complaint. Gilles so often walking Adelha to her quarters for his armor to wink under the overhead lights. Iskander also being the one to bring Adelha to her room. Only the Rider would most often have swept her right off her feet to hasten her to bed. Insisting his Filia keep to a proper bedtime for Adelha to huff and chuckle at her Pater.

But tonight was different. The hour was close to two in the morning. The hallways dimmed of light for the quiet to prevail. Yet the sound of bare feet hastening through the halls can be heard. Those padded steps leading to a darkened section of the living quarters. The lights all out by design for Adelha to all but fly to one particular room. A door that is locked to all save for her soon swishing open. Candle light illuminating some of the room for the Phantom of the Opera to look up from his seat at the desk. Words of eloquent song given in greeting to his Willow Maid. Adelha soon in his arms to shiver as the Phantom nestled her close. It was not the first time his Willow Maid had fled to his sanctuary of inked night. Nor would it be the last.

The Phantom of the Opera gave a soft noise as Adelha clung to him. Her frame shivering from more than just the chill of the hallways. So the Opera Ghost wrapped her in his own cloak to coo soft notations to soothe her. While gloved hands wove through her strands of silken silver hair. She was crying without sound. Tears flowing freely even as she kept to utter silence. Yet this angel of the night already knew of what troubled his dearest Master. His words for her soft and gentle as he led her deeper into his room. The Assassin pausing for but a moment to give a signal to Adelha’s other Servants and family in Chaldea over the comm. Such let them know that Adelha was with him and that one of the others should pick up little Aqua so the kitten was attended. A reply back in confirmation for the Phantom to nod his head. So he led Adelha to his bed as she shuddered and cried. Singing to her a haunting nocturne as he sat with her on the bed. The two soon laying in the bed for the Phantom to comfort his Willow Maid in simple song. The lady soon pacified for Erik to wipe away her tears.

Several songs are given until Adelha has fallen back to sleep. The Phantom smiling with a glint of Madness in his scarlet hues. Possessive yet gentle as he tucks Adelha into the bed. Soon laying beside her to hum soft notes in her ear. Erik cradling Adelha’s head to his heart. His mask soon fading away along with the candle light. The serene night holding sway over this moment. A foreboding place for most. Yet a sanctuary for those unafraid of the blessed night.

[ryogai]

Never did Nix expect the Singularity to end the way it did. To discover Area 51 and what waited within. It honestly felt like one big blur and her attempt to at least give the being a proper burial didn't work either.. It was nothing short of luck and a blessing that they all made it back to the Storm Border at all. Though the surprises just couldn't stop there could it?

Moriarty left behind a video for them, sharing what else he knew. Of course he had to take digs, claiming he had no faith in her abilities to see this all through. Made her wish she could punch him in the face, this time without holding back. Why were people constantly making little of her accomplishments and abilities? Was it because she refused to act like a cold-hearted mage like others had been? And she didn't hear much support against his words, save from Mash..

So after hearing the new plan from Sion, Nix decided to leave the Command Room without a word. She needed to clear her head and handle a personal matter. The silverette went into the Simulation Room, a black case in hand, and sighed in relief at the silence around her. It wouldn't last long as a violin was brought out of the case, held at the ready.. Nix played a melody she felt the departed detective would've appreciated. This was her final farewell to Sherlock Holmes and a hope that one day he would return to aid them once again.

Realm of the Thanatos Impulse, Traum : Unproven

[typingdyslexiaisathing]

FGO drabble 4/10/2021

Retha woke up to all but jump out of her bed. Both her hands clutching the bedsheet so hard her knuckles were white. Her room in Chaldea much colder than her heated skin. Usually, being back in Chaldea meant no nightmares. Yet that seemed to be the case less and less lately. The customary presence of some lingering Servant currently absent from her room. Retha had gotten used to the fact that there was always some Servant with Presence Concealment on guard in her room as she slept. She even knew when Robin Hood was the one to be on watch from him moving her pillows. But tonight, no one else was there.

A hard shiver laced up Retha’s spine as she brought her knees up to hug them to her chest. She couldn’t really remember what the nightmare had been. Yet it left her feeling raw and bereft. Her hands going into her hair to hold on tight. Feeling sickened and vulnerable from something she couldn’t voice.

It was a surprise when the door to Retha’s room opened. A familiar form in the doorway for the scent of musk and tobacco to waft into the room. So Retha knew who it was without needing to look. Her words hoarse and dry. “By all means, come right on in without knocking. Just don’t expect to find any hidden whiskey or bourbon in here, Cu. Iskander already nabbed it.”

The figure at the door gives a warm chuckle of noise before walking his bare feet into the room. The druid soon resting his staff against the wall right beside the bed as he looks down on Retha. “Always so abrupt, Master. But good spirits are not what I am here for tonight. Your shadow for tonight came to get me. Something about a night terror and a need for a bunk buddy. Billy suggested I take my bad luck and make it good by volunteering for the job. Which sounded much too perfect for me to turn down. So scoot over.”

Retha gave a sigh of air to scoot to the side of the bed without comment. Even moving the pillows for them as Caster slid into the bed. The two soon hugging each other tight as Retha shivered. Resting her head to Caster’s shoulder. “You should have just said Robin Hood left to get you, Cu. No point in trying to protect him from my grumpy growling. But I am glad he did. Kind of.”

Caster grinned to place a tender kiss to the crown of Retha’s head. His rumble of noise much like a happy wolf as he spoke. “I know. You hate to show weakness to any of us warriors and heroes. Stubborn lass. Always baring your teeth at threats and kicking like a prized mare at annoyances. But for now, just rest and we will see about thanking Robin Hood in the morning.”