Varie ed eventuali

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 Collezioncina di fic che ho scritto per il mio contributo alla M5 di questa sesta settimana. Grazie, titoli in latino!

Per aspera ad astra (Makai Ouji; Metatron/Michael; safe; 333w)

Metatron wanted to believe that things in life were easy. However, from the beginning, he knew it wasn’t like that. God’s Miniature Garden was supposedly a place for the purest men of the Earth; it was a honor to be part of it and Metatron was sure that his position was envied by many humans. Point is, he didn’t ask to be part of that place: he wanted to truly live a life worthy of that name, he wanted to experience sin with his hands. It didn’t mean that he had to go to Hell, he just wanted to indulge in life’s pleasure for once. Maybe get married, have a family. He didn’t want to live his whole life drowning in shameless pleasures of the flesh. But that angel, Michael wouldn’t let him. Not only he had to spend his early years in that place where sins were banned, but he also was chosen by the Great Michael in person to ascend. Metatron knew that the path for the stars was hard and thorny: he had experienced it personally. So, when he finally reached the star, he wanted to reach also the heart of the man who brought him to the stars. And that road was not only hard to walk. It was almost impossible. The black-feathered angel knew that he would never be his. That Michael would never let his guard down with him. Metatron was watching the other angel from the bars of the golden cell he locked up Michael into. He would make his aware too. Michael thought that he would get to rest easily, that he would vanish without suffering. But, oh, he was so wrong. Metatron intended to execute his revenge by making Michael experience what he did. Michael would learn on his own flesh that to finally reach the destination he had ever wanted, he had to suffer. The glare full of hate the angel was reserving him only confirmed that he had made the right choice.

Semel in anno licet insanire (Phoenix Wright; Shi-Long Lang/Edgeworth; safe; 222w)

Miles Edgeworth regretted a lot of things in his life. Given his past, there was a long list of things things that he wanted to change. However, in that moment, the decision he regretted the most was agreeing to join Agent Lang, some of his men and Detective Gumshoe to a celebration dinner for the last case they solved together. Miles had never really liked being in social situations so much, he had to be honest. However, he was smart and mature enough to understand that they were strongly recommended in particular cases, like when there was the need to share a success with the group of people who contributed to that cause. Regardless, things were beginning to take a direction the young prosecutor had certainly envisioned but strongly hoped – for once, in his life – to be wrong about. He had always thought that Agent Lang would be one to handle alcohol fairly well. He was wrong about that, too. After two mugs of beer, the man started laughing at every trivial thing and started patting his back with increasing strength, while having his shirt completely unbuttoned and his broad chest completely exposed for everyone to see. Miles knew very well that once in a while, it was legit to let themselves go, but sometimes he wished it was not.

Ad hoc (Fate/Grand Order; Edmond/Gudako; safe; 222w)

Edmond knew that there were things in this world designed specifically for a purpose. He believed there was also a Latin expression to say that – ad hoc – as his mentor taught him during the time they spent in the Château d’If. However, sometimes, things were a bit too much well thought for a particular purpose. It was the case of the mystic code his Master decided to wear that day. She had never used it before, opting for other uniforms which gave her different support abilities necessary for their mission. That day, however, his Master needed to be especially ready to be offensive. Besides, she needed to be agile and free in her movements since their enemies were all from the Assassin class. The last thing he wanted was for his Master to get hurt in a fight. Regardless, he too, as a Servant, needed to be ready to protect her. That feat was a bit too hard that day, considering how the mystic code, a tight-fitted suit adhering perfectly to her body, had been distracting him ever since the fight had started. The girl named Tamamo had been laughing non-stop at the quick glances he threw in Gudako’s direction. Edmond could only wait, and hope that his Master would decide to change her mystic code as soon as possible…

Memento mori (Persona 3; Shinjiro/Minako; safe; 222w)

Shinjiro held her close. Closer as he could to his heart. Brushing her cheek, moving a strand of her hair from her face. She wasn’t cold, he could feel her warmth. The same warmth he had felt during his comatose state at the hospital, every single day she went to visit him. During Christmas, she was with him. She was supposed to be with her friends, but instead she chose him. She always put other people before her. That was why they were in their current predicament. ‘Remember you have to die’. Even if he wasn’t conscious, the bond he had with her allowed his Persona to witness the battle with Nyx from the front lines. He knew she would die someday, don’t we all? But she chose to die that day, in order to save everyone. But how could he live knowing that she sacrificed herself for him? As Shinjiro heard some footsteps approaching him, he turned towards their direction. A tall blonde man, dressed in blue, was approaching him. As soon as he was close enough to the other boy, he didn’t bother to introduce himself. However, there was no need to. His words were enough for Shinjiro, he already knew the Answer.         
“Do you want to save her? Even if it meant travelling to the end of the world?”

E pluribus unum (Fate/Grand Order; Cù/Medb (one-sided); safe; 222w)

Medb loved her dear Cù a lot. He was a man among men, loyal to his country, strong enough to defend it by himself. Medb loved her dear Cù also because there were so many different sides of him. That held true also for the Throne Room, as during her various summons, she was able to see a version of that man during different periods of his life. She loved her Cù when he was summoned in the Lancer class: he was the Cù she had met in life, proudly swinging his Gàe Bolg to crush his enemies. She liked him because he was the first man to oppose her. She loved her Cù when he was summoned in the Caster class. That older version of himself, who was dedicated to the rune arts like his annoying mentor did during her life, was witty and didn’t mince his words, especially with her. Her favorite Cù was - of course - the one she created using the Grail; that Cù only wanted raw power and he could not quench his thirst to kill and conquer, which drove the queen so crazy. However, the truth was, it didn’t matter how many Cù she would meet: for her, he would always be the man she had loved so dearly in life but could not have.