Kiyo Takahashi looked up from her laptop, her eyes squinting against the afternoon sun streaming through the window. Her blonde hair fell in soft waves around her face as she took a sip of her now-cold coffee, the aroma no longer wafting up to tickle her nose. Her apartment was a cozy mess, with notes and books scattered across the floor and furniture, a testament to her latest writing binge. She'd spent the last two weeks crafting the perfect comedic one-shot for her favorite Fate Grand Order characters, Scáthach and Medb. The fanfic, a collection she cheekily titled "ScáMedb One Shot Collection," had become a guilty pleasure, a creative outlet that brought her joy and a smattering of online notoriety.
Kiyo clicked open her email, expecting the usual spam and maybe a message from her editor. Instead, she saw a notification from the fanfic site she posted on. Someone had left a comment. A knot of excitement tightened in her stomach, quickly dissolving into confusion as she read the words that blazed across her screen: "Fuck you Kiyo Takahashi! Stop updating this bullshit fanfic again!" The comment was harsh, the kind that made you feel like you'd been slapped with a wet fish. She blinked, rereading it to make sure she wasn't misunderstanding. But the message remained the same, a digital scream of contempt for her creativity.
Setting her mug down, she leaned back in her chair and took a deep breath. The edges of her lips tugged into a sad smile. She knew she wasn't the greatest writer out there, but she didn't think she was that bad. Her stories were just for fun, a way to share the laughter she found in her favorite characters' interactions. She had readers who enjoyed them, leaving kind comments and asking for more. Why was this one person so angry?
Her phone buzzed, pulling her from her thoughts. It was her best friend, Erika, sending her a message full of cheerful emojis about their weekend plans. Kiyo couldn't help but chuckle, shaking off the harshness of the comment. She typed back a quick response, her fingers flying over the keyboard. "Can't wait to see you, Eri! I might even have a new chapter for you to laugh at." Erika was the first person to read every chapter of her fanfic, always eager for more of the absurd romance she spun between the two powerful queens.
The comment was still there, a stark contrast to the warmth of her friendship. But as she stared at the screen, she realized something. She wasn't going to let one person's opinion ruin her passion. With a newfound resolve, she opened her document and started typing again, the sound of the keys echoing through the room like a declaration of war. She had stories to tell, laughter to spread, and no one was going to stop her. Not even the anonymous critic who had just become the muse for her next plot twist.
In the next chapter, Scáthach and Medb stumbled upon a mysterious artifact that transformed them into their most hated critics. Suddenly, the two powerful warriors were stuck in the bodies of mere mortals, forced to endure the very words that had been thrown at them. It was a comedic twist that only a writer like Kiyo could conjure. Her characters would face the harsh reality of criticism, all while trying to save their world from the impending doom that the artifact had set into motion.
As the words flowed, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction. This was her way of turning a negative into a positive. The anger in the comment had been transformed into fuel for her creative fire. With each keystroke, she could feel the scene coming to life, the tension building as the two queens squabbled over the best way to handle the situation. It was chaotic, it was absurd, and it was utterly entertaining.
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the room in a soft, golden light. The scent of dinner cooking in the kitchen wafted in, a reminder that she hadn't eaten all day. But Kiyo was lost in her own little world, a place where she had control over the narrative and could give her characters the happy endings she knew they deserved. She wrote until the words blurred before her eyes, until the only thing that could pull her away was the insistent buzzing of her phone.
Erika had texted again. "You're the best, Kii-Chan! Keep doing what you love. I know your fanfic makes people happy, including me." Kiyo's smile grew wider with each word she read. She saved her progress and stood up, stretching her cramped muscles. Maybe the critic didn't get it, but she had her readers, and that was all that mattered. She walked into the kitchen, the warmth wrapping around her like a comforting hug, and she knew that she'd keep writing, keep updating, no matter what anyone said. Because in the end, it wasn't about the comments, it was about the joy she found in her characters' love story.
In a parallel world where the characters of Kiyo's fanfic had become sentient, Scáthach and Medb lounged in their grand castle, sipping on their favorite mead. They had just finished their latest adventure, which had been a hilarious escapade involving a dragon with a penchant for telling terrible puns. The two of them couldn't help but chuckle at the memory, their laughter echoing off the stone walls.
Suddenly, their moment of levity was interrupted by a strange, pulsing light. Before them appeared a glowing scroll that contained the words from Kiyo's most recent chapter. They watched in fascination as the ink swirled and twisted, revealing a new scene. It was a scene from their own lives, but it was different, slightly off. They recognized it as one of Kiyo's whimsical reimaginings.
As the scroll reached the end, a new comment popped up, stark against the parchment. It was the harsh critique that had been posted in Kiyo's reality. The two queens read it in silence, their smiles fading. They knew the joy their antics brought to their devoted author and didn't want to see her upset.
They looked at each other, a silent pact forming between them. They would not tell Kiyo about the comment. Instead, they decided to give her the most epic and hilarious chapter yet. If they could make her laugh, surely the critic would see the error of their ways. With a nod, they disappeared in a flash of light, ready to face whatever absurdity the plot threw at them.
Back in the real world, Kiyo felt a sudden burst of energy. Her fingers danced across the keyboard as if guided by invisible strings. The story took on a life of its own, the characters bouncing off the page with more vividness than ever before. She had no idea why she felt so inspired, but she wasn't about to question it.
In the digital realm of her fanfic, Scáthach and Medb had returned from their latest escapade, their eyes drawn to the shimmering scroll that lay before them. It was a new chapter from their devoted author, detailing their adventures in a way that only she could. They eagerly read through the words, their hearts swelling with joy and mirth. But as they reached the end, the harsh comment appeared, casting a shadow over their delight.
They looked at each other, the gravity of the situation clear in their eyes. They knew how much Kiyo cherished their story, how much joy she found in bringing their love to life. The thought of her being hurt by such cruel words was unbearable. Medb placed a comforting hand on Scáthach's arm, whispering, "We won't tell her, love. We'll show her instead." Scáthach nodded, a fierce determination setting in her gaze.
The two queens decided to take matters into their own hands, or rather, their own fictional lives. They'd give Kiyo a chapter so ludicrous and heartwarming, so full of laughter and love, that it would surely eclipse the shadow of the hateful comment. They set off on a quest to find the ultimate comedic situation, one that would leave readers rolling on the floor with laughter and the critic questioning their own taste.
In their search, they encountered a series of absurd scenarios: a bard who could only sing in limericks, a village of sentient fruit that held an epic dance-off, and even a dragon who had swallowed a stand-up comedian. Each encounter was more ludicrous than the last, filling the chapter with a delightful absurdity that could only come from the minds of two people deeply in love and eager to entertain.
The comment remained unspoken between them, a silent understanding that they would protect their author from the sting of such spite. As they navigated their way through the whimsical world Kiyo had created, they found themselves growing closer, their bond strengthened by their shared mission.
By the time Kiyo had finished typing, the room was dark, and the only light came from the glow of her computer screen. She leaned back, feeling a sense of accomplishment that washed over her. It was the best chapter yet. She could feel it.
And as she hit the "publish" button, sending her latest creation into the vast sea of the internet, Scáthach and Medb, in their digital reality, watched with hopeful eyes. They knew Kiyo would love it, and they hoped that it would be enough to drown out the noise of the critic. For them, it was a declaration of love, a reminder of why their story existed in the first place: to make people happy.
And in the quiet corner of the cyberspace where their world unfolded, they waited, their hearts full of anticipation, for Kiyo's reaction to the new chapter of "ScáMedb One Shot Collection." It was a tale of love and laughter, of heroes and heartaches, and most importantly, a testament to the power of a good story, no matter who tried to tear it down.
Thank you for the harsh critic, dear guest reader! You just gave me a idea! Sorry, but I love writing my favourite ship so much even the entire world hates it!