#masterchaldeas

((Another random concept: Since Illya sees the Ritsukas as her nieces and nephews due to my personal headcanon of my OWN Ritsuka muses being Shiro’s children.

sb: -hurts the Ritsukas-

Illya: -dropkicks them with extreme prejudice-

“Then am I not your toy as well? You’re not exactly complaining whenever we...” she doesn’t need to go into specifics. He knows what she’s referring to.

She doesn’t want to admit to it. Simply because there is some truth behind his words. It had been like that at the start, he’d been nothing but a toy for her, just she was sure she had been his. 

Wasn’t that why they started doing this? All the stress, all the work and how the other was just as human as they were? It’s true that she had hated him, hated his freedom, even though later he told her the truth about what lay outside, and why she was kept away from it. It made her worry for him, and she despised how her view of him had begun to shift until...

She found herself caring about his well-being. Found that she wanted to be by his side, to be looked at like he looked at some of his Servants, rather than that repressed anger she often saw in his eyes when they were together, him beneath her like he thinks she wants him to be.

That she wanted something more from him than just lust. Yet when she had tried to confess, he called her a liar and left her. The next time she brought it up again, he dismissed her entirely,

She doesn’t know how many times this makes now. And he still believes she lies. Why does she even keep trying? How can she prove to him that what she feels is not a lie?

He doesn’t necessarily need to reciprocate her feelings, all she wants, even for just a moment, is that he would at least believe her. That for even a single moment, he wouldn’t look at her like he’d rather be elsewhere.

“Ugh. Why are so many of the men I meet so insufferable. two are idiots, I want one dead and gone. Another is a weakling.”

“This is exactly why I hate God and his believes. Homosexuality is a sin? Right now it seems more great getaway.”

✞ || ❝ I hope this would suffice... ❞ Let’s break the fourth wall by saying she’s one of the saberfaces who needs a tremendous amount of food even though she has no attachment to worldly needs itself. Meat, porridge, a high classed wine, fine fruits, and vegetables, also pudding and cakes. All served perfectly on the newly savior of the world’s table. Hopefully, he could match the girl’s glutton.

“So a little bird sang to me that you keep givin' that corrupted saint, like, everythin' she wishes for.” Twirling her hair with her finger, Suzuka kept the conversation light. Of course it was expected that he would have preferences with Servants who had been here for a longer time now, but some things she simply would not accept! She had rights, thus deserving something else from their Master than being complained at for her dressing style. He could go have his midlife crisis somewhere else, if she was speaking he needed to listen.

          « キャスター » Wise words for a youth. Yet he expected nothing less from this odd young man who had aided his kingdom during a time of crisis. Nothing was ever dull with them around. They had experienced much more than most other people their age, magi or otherwise, so their dislike of war was not unexpected.

         “Worry not, Gudao, you are quite capable of protecting all that you treasure.” 

         Rare words of praise, but also a truth they had proven countless times before the King and all those in Chaldea. 

There was just something so attractive about Gudao whenever he went off on her, how much more intense his eyes burned when he was angry, his face flushed with an anger that burned for her, and her alone. Perhaps that is why she mistreated him, because that was the only way he’d turn all his attention to her.

She watched him rile himself up, not a single word of protest or even rebuttal forming in her mind. He looked so...good. So passionate. His tie was crooked too. Reaching her hand out, she had meant to fix it for him but instead she felt herself pulling him closer, almost as if her body was on auto pilot.

Their lips met and she closed her eyes, sinking into how right it felt to kiss Gudao, to comfort him in the only language they both could understand. It seemed to quell his anger, all fight seemingly gone from him.

When they parted, she lingered for just a moment longer, searching his aquamarine eyes for an answer she so desperately needed. What that answer was, she still didn’t know, and was almost afraid to find out.

hurt meme.

“N-No! …You’re imagining things…” She was quick to answer of a spike of panic. On the other side of the wall was Gudao, what was he doing here? It was late at night. he should have been sleeping…,

Cursed nightmares kept her awake. How bothersome they were. How they disgusted her, tormented her state of mind and reminded her of the one memory she wanted to forget.