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❁ written starters + pic prompts welcome!
❁ please specify any necessary content warnings in subject lines where applicable.
❁ setting can be canon au, crosscanon au, mixture of both or something else entirely!
❁ open to gen, smut, angst, action, fluff, crack, you name it!
❁ feel free to plot with me beforehand via pm, plurk or disco @ .ᴄᴀᴛᴛɪᴛᴜᴅᴇ
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@traceon
[ there's nothing he can do, really (as if locking the door could keep her out, regardless?) except maybe pray.... he's woken the dragon and there's no turning back now.
Alter bursts through the door in record timing, golden eyes lit ablaze as they pinpoint Shirou's location and she makes a beeline towards him, sword drawn and pointed directly at him. ]
Care to repeat that bold claim of yours to my face, Shirou?
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But when she bursts through the door and tracks him down still in the living room, having only just gotten up from the couch...
He swallows, for sure. His eyes are wide, for sure. He knows that he's in danger, for sure.
Yet he doesn't feel that sense of dread that was so familiar to him before. With her blackened Excalibur pointed directly at him, unarmed and defenceless, the look he fixes her with after the faux fear ebbs away? Is a look of disbelief, and a furrowing brow. ]
...
[ And so. Plainly. Simply. ]
You didn't get enough, Saber.
[ Yeah, the heart might not change, but the Emiya Shirou who got flung across reality and time to this Shinjuku has. ]
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Tch- [ Alter grits her teeth, frown deepening as the glowers over the flat of her blade.
grabbing a fist full of his shirt, Alter hauls Shirou's feet right off the floor as she shoves him backwards. tossing his ass back onto the couch he'd only just gotten up from. her boot makes solid contact with the cushion between his legs, trapping him in place as she looms over him. ]
Clearly, your own sense of discipline is lacking.
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O-Oi, wait a sec— Gah!
[ She's strong. Very strong. But that's no surprise to him. Yet he's helpless as he's practically ragdolled back onto the couch, the force in which he's yeeted causing the sofa to protest on its tiny support feet. Grunting as he sits upright, prepared to bark back at his Servant, ]
Look, Saber, I'm s—
[ FWUMP. Her boot makes solid contact alright. Any higher and he'd be wishing she'd bad ended him instead. He's trapped. In this precarious position, the redheaded mage was left to stare at the boot between his legs, keeping them spread as his eyes follow the length of her soft, smooth leg...
"Clearly, your own sense of discipline is lacking."
By the time he's looking up at her, hands at his sides gripping into the cushioning, he finds himself staring into her golden gaze, swallowing a nervous lump in his throat. He really did it this time. It's...not exactly how he thought 'summoning' her was going to go, but.
Looks like audacity is deceivingly effective. ]
T-Too close. Too close.
[ What. Her face in his? The boot keeping him nice and spread? Option C.? ]
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It's too late for apologies!
[ that boot is sliding dangerously high... ]
Since you insist on acting so familiar, you should have anticipated such an outcome!!
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Until then? He's going to scoot just a tad and sit more upright, more flush against the back of the couch to
delay the inevitableprolong her foot pressing somewhere it ought shouldn't. ]Okay, okay, you win! You win, Saber! All your resolutions are important.
[ ... How bad is it that the worst one he swallows his pride on is accepting she must consume more chipotle. ]
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I accept your surrender.
[ her sword disappears and her boot retracts.
his junk is safe... for now. ]
Now, which would you prefer first?
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Next time I won't go down so easy.
[
Think that's the whole point, Shirou. 🍆It's like how he promised to get better and better against...somebody he used to know. Even if he failed and got knocked down every single time. The back-and-forth he has with Alter, however, is different. ]
Eh?
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[ she fought the urge to groan outright- really, he's hopeless. ]
We can fuck and then eat. [ spoken with an entirely straight face, hand beneath her chin as she contemplates further. ] I suppose chipotle can count for two out of three, if we pay for it this time. [ one less meal stolen, it totally counts. Alter pauses, tilting her head, considering. ]
Or would you rather food first and sex after?
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Suffice to say, he certainly hasn't gotten desensitized to all the sex and blackened twists and turns their lives have taken here... He's gotten used to it. Just. He has to put up somewhat of a fight!
Right? ]
...
[ Shirou relaxes back into his seat with a sigh, amber gaze looking up to her fierce golden hue. If she'd mentioned food first, he'd have either ordered in chipotle or made his own version for her. But then... ]
I really wound you up, didn't I, Saber?
[ They're both a little wound up, aren't they. ... Spreeeads legs a little. Peace offering. ]
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the way Shirou reclines against the sofa, legs slightly spread as he gazes up at her is telling in it's own way. ]
Hmpth. You give yourself too much credit.
[ they were her resolutions, dammit! she came up with them all on her own!! and yet, there was one goal in particular she required his active participation to fufill.
viewing his posture as an unspoken invitation Saber took the initiative to lean forward, hands bracing against the couch cushions on either side of him as she lowered her face down to eye level. her gaze unnervingly calm as she peers into soft glowing ember. ]
Go on, then, tell me precisely how you intend to wind me up.
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"Go on, then,"
Back to her gaze. She's calm as always. There's no love involved. Not on the surface. Though Shirou is confident enough to call her his friend and ally...she's awoken something in him that he didn't think suitable to chase. Not if he was to uphold his own ideals. But then...those very ideals were on hold, now weren't they? What they have is unique. But at its core... ]
Ah. [ This is downright carnal. ] I'm better at showing.
[ His larger hands cover over hers, pressing them into the cushioning as he cants his head, leaning up to seal her lips with a kiss. He came to learn real quick that a taste wasn't enough. Chaste wasn't enough. So when he kisses her again, he kisses her hard, lips sweeping against hers as he closes his eyes. Shirou keeps tabs on the movement of Saber's hand beneath his, when to move them out of the way or not.
The truth is? Shirou hasn't told a single lie since they started texting each other earlier. Her resolutions being important. How she didn't get enough... ]
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@seafloor
shouldn't leave it laying around if you don't want to share.
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What am I supposed to do, lock everything up while I'm not at home?!
At least ask!!!
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Only if you say please and refill Tango's water dish.
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that creature hates me.
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Probably thinks you're encroaching on his territory.
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he just swatted at me.
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What'd you do to get his attention?
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He's a cat, not a familiar.
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I was brutally rebuffed.
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Idiot.
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