FGO Kinktober (2025) Day 7 - Tears (Bedivere x GN!Reader)
Words: 618
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Edging, implied dacryphilia
He was panting heavily, body shaking, about to combust. He knew that only 10, perhaps 15 minutes had passed, and yet his body suffered as if it was hours. Still, he didn’t move his hands, not even an inch, trying to please himself. You didn’t have to tie them up behind his back, you knew Bedivere would behave properly.
When you asked him to try something new in bed you made sure he was comfortable with it, even if at first he wasn’t convinced with your idea you explained everything with detail and assured him that you would stop when things became painful or unpleasant for him. And so, he laid in bed, bare from head to toe, letting you take control. Needless to say, from the moment you put that brand new cock ring on his member he was a mess. It was very difficult to get one of those, so you hoped he would enjoy what you had prepared.
You caressed his cheek, gently, admiring how beautiful his face was right now: a beautiful shade of red over his pale glistening skin, still humid from all the crying. You didn’t expect him to become so sensitive to your touch.
“Are you ok? Does it hurt?” You asked, voice soft and tender.
He weakly shook his head in denial. As a reward for his quick answer, your hands swiftly moved down his body, ghosting swiftly over the length of his cock. He gasped as you stroked him slowly, painfully so. He jerked his hips forward, incapable of controlling his body anymore. It was unbearable, he begged under his breath as tears formed in his eyes once more; please, please let him cum, he couldn’t take it anymore. However, your hands left his body without a single intention of taking off the ring. He groaned in frustration, grabbing the bedsheets with such a force his metal arm could easily rip them apart.
“Remember our safe word?”
“... Silver…” He answered
You kissed him in the corner of his eye, tasting the salty trail his tears left.
“Good. It will be over soon, I promise.”
You traced the shape of the ring with your fingers, avoiding contact with his skin. It reminded him that he was at your mercy; you could take it off whenever you wanted, but would only do it when he deserved it. For now, you would toy with him just a little longer.
Your hand resumed the tortuous caresses, brushing gently over his chest as you left a trail of kisses over his neck. He would hiss loudly whenever your teeth sank deep into his skin, then sighed in pleasure as you kissed and suck the same spot to leave a mark. Your fingers toyed with his pubic hair, tangling and pulling it so you could hear his lovely sounds.
And then, without any warning, you took it off. Bedivere's eyes opened wide in shock as you pumped his dick at a violent pace. He clenched his fists so hard his knuckles turned white. The sensation was overwhelming, every inch of his body burned as he felt his release approaching.
A strangled moan came from his throat, body going completely still as he finally reached his climax. You kissed him hungrily as thick, warm splatters of cum coated your skin. Tears formed in the corner of his eyes due to the intense pleasure, but he was way too absorbed in your kiss to even notice. Only when you pulled apart, lips still connected by a thin string of saliva, he realized he was a mess. He didn't seem disgusted though, because it was you who did this, it was you who made him feel so good.
FGO Kinktober (2025) Day 6 - Juice (Taigong Wang x GN!Reader)
Words: 766
Rating: Mature
Warnings: None
Notes: I have like 4 kinktober one shots half written because whenever I start one I get stuck in the middle so I start another, it's a never ending circle.
Also you can tell I made this fic because of the new Grail Front event.
“So… Are they biting?”
“Not yet!”
You sighed in desperation, it's been hours and the fishing rod didn't move an inch. You questioned if there were any fish in the river to begin with. Taigong Wang, unlike you, was calm and collected; he knew patience was the key to fishing. But you weren't made for this.
You already knew from all those times you accompanied Cu that fishing is not your thing; your patience, unlike your servant’s, was really short. The reason why you decided to go with Taigong Wang was to spend some time with him, just like you did on Valentine's day.
Bored from watching time pass without doing anything, you were wondering if you should take a quick nap when your stomach rumbled loudly, making the rider chuckle. Time for a snack, you thought as you rummaged in your bag, picking some fruits you took from the cafeteria: an orange, three peaches and an apple. You offered one of the peaches to Taigong Wang, which he politely declined.
You took one big bite from the fruit, making a big mess in the process; the juices from the fruit overflowed, dripping all over your chin and wrist, some droplets even staining your white shirt. You looked inside your bag again, trying in vain to find some tissues to wipe away the sticky liquid on your skin. You could have easily washed it away in the river instead, and yet your immediate reaction was to lick off the liquid on your skin. You cleaned your lips and took another bite, munching slowly; the kitchen staff was kind enough to give you the best peaches: juicy, soft and tender.
The rider observed you with curiosity, studying you, amused by the way your tongue moved at a languid pace, savoring the sugary sticky juice. He didn’t take you for a messy eater; you always managed to surprise him. He tried to refocus, he was there to fish and clear up his mind, however, he had found something more entertaining than the still rod before him.
“Master, I’ve changed my mind, can I have a taste?”
You answered with your mouth full.
“Hm? Sure, I’ll pick another one for you.”
You tried to reach your bag with your free hand, stopping halfway as Taigong Wang grabbed your arm to pull you close, so close that you could feel his breath on your skin. You swallowed hard, trying your best not to choke. Then he licked you, one long lap from your chin to the corner of your mouth.
“Well, just as I thought, it’s really sweet, too sweet for my liking. Although, I should try once more, just to be completely sure.” This time you stopped him before he tried anything funny; with your hands on his chest, you pushed him away until his back hit the floor.
“You stupid, scummy, good for nothing sage!”
“Oh, master, must you be so cruel?”
“You are incorrigible!”
He chuckled, the urge to keep teasing you was growing stronger. Hands moved to your hips, timidly grabbing the helm of your shirt.
“Master, would you really stop me from kissing you?”
His voice was smooth, almost like a whisper. He lifted your shirt, letting his hand explore your naked back. His soft skin was cold like the fresh water from the river, it made you shiver. You really wanted to push the idiot away, you really did, but he was really persuasive. Just this time, you thought, you would indulge him.
Your servant was pleased when your lips met, brushing yours gently with his tongue. You welcomed him kindly, opening your mouth ever so slightly. He could still taste the peaches on your scent, the sweetness gradually fading away as your tongues brushed against each other. Taigong Wang felt a tingling sensation in his stomach every time you tried to take control over the kiss; he could fight back if he tried, but you let him have his way, he wouldn’t rebel against a generous master such as yourself. The rider inadvertently jerked his hips, the bulge in his pants becoming hard to ignore as you ground your hips back against him. He moaned as he pulled away from the kiss, leaving you breathless; you've never seen Taigong Wang acting so shamelessly, not like this anyway.
“I thought you only wanted a kiss.” There was mockery in your voice, he didn’t seem to care.
“I did at first, but master is so considerate I thought they could humor me once again.” You chuckled
FGO Kinktober (2025) Day 5 - Perfume (Constantine XI x GN!Reader)
Words: 791
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Scent kink, Accidental Voyeurism
Note: Sorry if Constantine is too out of character, I still don’t know much about him but when I asked a friend to suggest me characters she mentioned him so apologies in advance. Still, I hope you enjoy it.
This one is shorter than the previous ones, I'm trying to alternate between shorter and longer fics.
Constantine kept staring at the handkerchief, sometimes folding it, then unfolding it; uneasy yet carefully, as if it would shatter like glass if it dropped. He couldn’t remember why you lent it to him; he was a little distracted at that moment, it was so unlike him. You’ve been occupying Constantine’s thoughts as of late, it was becoming quite troublesome. Usually calm and composed, the servant was fighting against himself, a battle he wasn’t sure he could win.
It all started with that perfume.
On an ordinary day, just like any other, you knocked on his room to invite him to have tea with Johanna and Mash. It hit him as soon as you entered, a fragrance like no other he had ever breathed in before. He must have looked really surprised, because you instantly asked if anything was wrong. He was just curious about your choice of perfume, so you gladly explained it was a present from the Queen of Sheba (unusual coming from her). You showed him the small bottle and even offered to try it, which he kindly accepted. However, when you splashed a small amount on his wrist, he couldn’t feel the same smell that came from you.
From that moment, each time you wore it he felt himself gravitate towards you, like you were a magnet. It was inexplicable why he felt so attracted to that smell on your skin. Sometimes he would catch himself being close to you just to inhale your essence; the woody scent, those floral hints he couldn’t properly identify… It was so foreign yet so comforting. He didn’t understand why it felt so intoxicating, but he did know it was dangerous.
Constantine admired you as a master, that he was certain of, so why did he feel like his perception of you was changing? Could he perhaps be misconceiving his perception of admiration with something else? Love, maybe? You were endearing, that’s for sure. His heart however didn’t react the same way as it did with Johanna; even if he knew love comes in many ways, shapes and forms, that couldn’t be it. Or maybe, it wasn’t just love, it could be mixed with something else, hence why it was so difficult to identify that feeling.
He brought the handkerchief close to his nose, then stopped midway, as if he was committing some kind of sinful act. Was your fragrance making him act this way or was this always a part of him that had somehow awakened. He prayed that, whatever the reason was, it would be over soon; he could not bear with that feeling that burned from inside of his chest, the foreign sensation that sank deep in his lower stomach.
Then it clicked, the answer clear from the beginning. He was just lying to himself to feel better, to avoid the truth.
Physical attraction, desire, lust. Those were common human feelings, yet they felt so sinful, so improper, so embarrassing. You would be ashamed of your servant if you found out, he was sure of it. How could he make it stop, how could these thoughts go away?
A sudden idea popped in his mind, one he was not proud of; maybe if he indulged himself in this sinful act all these thoughts would stop. It was crazy, but at this point he was desperate.
He covered his nose with the handkerchief, taking a deep breath as his free hand moved swiftly under his pants. The aroma of your perfume still lingered on the cloth, not as intense as before. He closed his eyes as he tried to picture you, stroking his cock with short movement. It was so shameful, so wrong, what would you think if you saw him like this? You would probably be disgusted… Wouldn’t you? It was your handkerchief after all, it was impossible that you enjoyed the idea of him masturbating to the thought of you. So why, why was he increasing the pace of his strokes, why was he taking his time massaging his tip, why would he imagine yourself whispering to him with your honeyed voice.
He finished quickly, like a shock, eyes still closed as he tried to catch his breath. The post orgasm guilt affected him quickly, what has he done? How could he look at you from now on? He slowly opened his eyes to adjust them to the light, regretting it in an instant as he looked in shock and horror at your form resting on the door frame.
FGO Kinktober (2025) Day 4 - Body oil (Ashwatthama x GN!Reader)
Words: 1046
Rating: Mature
Warnings: None
Note: This was going to be another Fem!Reader but then I realized I made it pretty neutral, so this chapter is for everyone.
Enjoy!
“Come on, just lay down and relax! I promise I’ll be careful.”
“Ugh, fine, let’s get this over with…”
You smiled brightly as Ashwatthama laid on top of the towel, face first. You’ve been nagging him for a while, insisting that his performance wasn’t as good as of late because of all the tension and stress his body had accumulated, but he kept shrugging it off. Until today, when your insistence finally made him accept your proposal to help him relax.
To him you were being over dramatic; he was used to the tension, the anger, the rage. It was a part of himself as a heroic spirit. It was normal. He only agreed so you stopped worrying about him.
When you showed up, you had everything prepared to give him a proper massage, even Li Shuwen gave you some tips on how to do it. You weren’t as good as him as a masseur but you had the basics covered.
“I’ll start with your shoulders, ok?” He just nodded.
You turned off the lights so the room was only dimly illuminated by some candles you had brought. Ashwatthama thought it was silly, you only wanted to set a soothing ambience.
Pouring a small amount of lavender oil on your hands, you began massaging his shoulders with long and gentle strokes.
“Wow, you’re really stiff!”
“If you say so, I’m not really feeling anything.”
“I’m starting slowly; I’ll add more pressure soon.”
You couldn’t tell which kind of expression Ashwatthama had now with his face buried on his pillow, so you assumed he was feeling fine otherwise he would probably start complaining.
Your hands shifted to his shoulder blades. Feeling a really tense spot, you used your thumbs to add pressure on the muscles, moving up to his neck in small circular motions. He groaned after you touched a certain area, making you stop,
“Does it hurt?”
“What? Oh, no, it's fine. Keep going.”
He was so distracted he almost ignored your question. It pained him to admit you were right, he did need to rest; somehow you had managed to make his mind go blank as you massaged his body. He didn’t know his arms could feel so light until you touched them with your soft hands, taking your time to massage his palms with your thumbs. He could easily fall asleep like this.
Then, his body betrayed him. His face lit up with anger and embarrassment after his lips left out the obscenest sound you’ve ever heard in your life. You felt a rush of heat go from your lower stomach to your face, as if some primal instinct had awakened inside you. You had never heard him moan like that before.
“Did it hurt?” You asked, hands still working on his lower back.
It was a stupid question. You pretended not to know what had happened, but your wavering voice couldn’t fool Ashwatthama.
“...No.”
“Ok, I’ll continue then…”
You did it again, adding a bit more pressure. This time, however, he tried to keep his voice low. A shame, you wanted to hear him once more. Maybe if you pushed him a little you could listen to those wonderful noises… You kept doing your thing, moving lower and lower until you reached his ass. He shifted under your touch, saying nothing; you took it as a sign to keep going. Rubbing some more oil on your hands, you began caressing his ass cheeks, gently at first, then with more force. He fought his instincts as hard as he could, but in the end he surrendered, unable to think clearly anymore. His groans were like music to your ears.
“Does it feel nice?”
“Yes, very nice…” He confessed, breathlessly
“I’m almost done; I could do your legs now if you want.” You licked your lips, suddenly feeling your mouth dry. “Or if you want you can turn around. There’s other places I haven't touched yet.”
You waited for him to answer, instead, he just changed his position. The sight that welcomed you wasn’t the one you expected, it was better; Ashwatthama’s face was completely red, sweaty, his brows slightly furrowed. Lips were lightly swollen, probably from biting them down. He looked at you through his half closed eyes, panting heavily, as he waited for your next move. You tried to ignore his erection the best you could, still, your eyes kept darting quick glances; you didn’t even touch him there and his tip was already dripping with precum. You wondered if he could finish without stroking his dick.
Unceremoniously, you poured a generous amount of lavender oil on his chest, then proceeded to spread it evenly, rubbing it all over his torso. He held his breath as you touched his abs, your thumbs caressing his skin in fluid, tender movements, increasing the pressure you applied gradually as you approached his lower abdomen. When you were about to reach his most sensitive area, you slid your hands back to his chest. He grunted in frustration, but he didn’t stay upset for too long as your fingers began tormenting his nipples, ghosting around the areolas.
His hips jerked forward, longing for any kind of friction. It must felt like torture, you thought, being so close to release and never reaching it. You lowered your head down, hoping to steal a kiss from him, but before your lips could brush his, he closed the gap between you, kissing you fervently, painfully so. You let him take control, even if it was just for a brief moment.
The kiss was sloppy, every time you tried to move away to breathe, he pulled you closer. He was desperate, you decided to put an end to his frustration. Ashwatthama sighed when he felt your hands again, rolling his nipples with your thumbs. However, he didn’t expect you would use this chance to pull away and forcefully bite his neck, it happened so fast he didn’t have time to react. It was too overwhelming: your hands on his chest, your teeth on his neck… In a matter of seconds, he finally released his load, making a mess all over his legs. You could only watch as he laid back on the towel, trying to catch his breath.
FGO Kinktober (2025) Day 3 - Blood (Sherlock Holmes x Fem!Reader)
Words: 941
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Mild Blood and injury, alcohol consumption, non explicit intimacy
Notes: I'm no doctor so the things described may not be accurate and should not be taken seriously
“Sorry, master, but this will hurt.”
Even if you were prepared for the worst you couldn’t help but wince in pain as you felt Holmes search for the bullet with his fingers.
You got hurt in a fight against some bandits while repairing a minute singularity in America, one of the bullets had reached you during the crossfire. You were alone with the detective, so you couldn’t count with the help of the infirmary servants, and even if you could treat the wound with your healing magic you had to take out the bullet first.
And so you had to use some pretty dangerous methods, such as having Holmes searching for the bullet with his bare fingers while you laid on top of a dubious saloon counter. At least you could use the whiskey bottles as an improvised sanitizer.
Seeing you hurt so much, Sherlock offered you one of the bottles to ease the pain since there was no anesthetic available. You easily chugged one quarter of the bottle in hopes of making the pain go away, it burned your throat as it went down. Holmes stayed calm during the procedure; he could talk to distract you from the pain but chose not to, concentrating on
extracting the bullet as quickly as possible.
It felt like hours passed, trying your best to stay conscious and not pass out from the pain; if you could handle Shuten stabbing her claws in your guts in Shimousa, you could survive this.
When Holmes finally pulled his fingers out of the bullet hole you felt an indescribable wave of relief. He was holding the bullet between his middle and index fingers, completely covered in blood. The tips were still glistening in contrast with the dry brownish stains of blood that
went up to his knuckles. He examined the bullet carefully before handing it down to you.
“Good, no missing fragments whatsoever. You can close the wound.”
Nodding, you moved your hand to cast a healing spell, but you were so exhausted that the spell wasn’t effective enough, it would take more time than usual for you to fully recover. Obviously, Sherlock noticed.
Acting fast he began removing your shirt, you didn’t have the energy to complain so you only called his name, weakly.
“Holmes?”
“Excuse me, master.”
You let him do whatever he was planning, you were too tired and besides, you trusted him blindly.
“We’ll have to use this shirt as an improvised bandage, it will help to stop the bleeding.”
“Ok… Thank you, Holmes.”
You couldn’t see him clearly, but he had a faint smile on his lips.
As he covered the wound, he took his time to properly analyze your body without you noticing. Your skin felt soft to the touch, pleasantly so. Sometimes you would wince in pain, but the way he touched you, so lightly, comforting, alleviated the ache. The blood from his fingertips had stained your skin, his clothes and yours. It was an intoxicating experience. Your eyes followed hazily his hands until they finally stopped.
“It’s done; you should take some rest now.”
“Huh? Oh, right…”
“Is something wrong, master?”
You didn’t notice the subtle change in his voice, it was almost teasing you. He knew how nice his caresses felt on your skin, how his gentle touch mixed with the sharp pain. He shouldn’t push your limits on your current state and yet he could tell, just from your expression, that you wanted more.
“It’s just… Would you mind holding my hand? Just for a while.”
This time you did see him smile. He helped you lay down, but instead of taking your hand, he gently stroked your cheek with his thumb.
“How about this, does it feel better?”
“Yes…” You said breathlessly.
Who knew you were so touch starved? Perhaps the alcohol helped a bit. Sherlock’s hands moved to your neck, his soft touches made you gasp as he moved it up again to gently touch your ear, then your chin, then your neck. Your eyes closed shut, refusing to keep eye contact, but then you forcibly opened them as you felt a light pressure against your wound.
Since you weren’t paying attention, you didn’t notice his free hand move down, his fingers coated once more in your blood, your shirt stained red.
“What are you doing, Holmes?”
“This? You could consider it a form of research. I’m simply analyzing your body and its reactions.”
He moved his fingers to your lips, brushing them lightly. You could taste the coppery hint of your blood in your mouth.
“You seem to be enjoying this. You flinch in pain when I press your injury and yet as soon as I caress your body you sigh in pleasure. I didn’t picture you as a masochist.”
“Isn’t it dangerous to play with an open wound? What if I bleed out?”
“I would never put your life in danger, master. I’m doing this with care, if it was unsafe I wouldn’t even dare to touch you. If you want me to stop, just say the word.”
His fingers slid back to the wet spot on your shirt. The pain was sharp as he pressed on the same spot, only for a second, then he moved to your chest in a zig-zag motion. You sighed in pleasure, his hands curiously playing with your breasts. Holmes was being honest, he just wanted to observe your reactions; he didn’t seem like he was doing it for his own pleasure.
“Fine, keep going then.”
“Very well.”
Satisfied with your answer, he continued with his touches, testing how far you would allow his curiosity to go.
FGO Kinktober (2025) Day 2 - Alcohol (Okada Izou x Fem!Reader)
Words: 1564
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Alcohol consumption
You had your doubts when Izou asked you to have a drink with him. After all, when it came to alcohol, he could get a bit out of control (you still remember that time he vomited in your room). Still you accepted his invitation thinking that, perhaps, if you were together you could keep him in check.
So far it was going pretty well; sure, you were a bit tipsy and maybe Izou was more talkative than usual, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle. The more drinks were poured the more you felt like spicing up the conversations, just a little bit, enough to keep things interesting now that the assassin was feeling chatty. So you suggest a game of truth or dare, which may have been a bit childish but being a bit drunk himself Izou thought it would be a fun idea, which thinking back on it should be a warning that things could go south.
The questions being asked weren’t especially risqué nor the dares were impossible tasks, just silly quests like going to the kitchen and drinking a jar of pickle juice (still pretty gross) or telling each other embarrassing anecdotes from your past. You even managed to make Izou bark like a dog (he hated every single second of it). Everything was going smoothly while bottles of sake were being emptied, by Izou mostly.
“Truth or dare?” He asked before taking one big gulp from his cup.
“Truth.” Mirroring him, you reached for your glass, taking a small sip.
He examined you, resting his chin on the palm of his hand, carefully thinking what he should ask. His cheeks were bright red thanks to the alcohol, but despite drinking more than you he seemed to be ok. Izou knew how to take his alcohol so you wondered how much it would take for him to be completely wasted. When he finally spoke you took some time to process the words that came from his mouth.
“What was the weirdest thing you’ve done with someone? You know, in bed.” He seemed completely ashamed of his own question as he briefly avoided your gaze.
“Uhm... E-excuse me, wha- Where did that come from?!”
“I couldn’t think of a better question.”
“No, nu-uh, you definitely thought through-”
“Just answer the goddamned question!”
“Ok, fine, geez…”
It was difficult to answer; not only you couldn’t really remember, it was also the first time Izou talked about intimate affairs so bluntly, you couldn’t help but feel nervous. You tried to convince yourself it was the alcohol talking, however a small part of your brain was convinced he was using this situation as an excuse to know more about your preferences.
Truth to be told, you’ve been wondering when you and Izou would finally take another step on your relationship. You were the one who confessed first, the one to kiss him for the first time, but whenever you imagined yourself casually hinting at having sex your brain cells short-circuited, there was no way you could ask that. And so you waited patiently for him to take the initiative (although you wouldn’t expect him doing it tonight.)
“Well, I don’t remember anything too wild so… Maybe that one time I was blindfolded with my hands tied on my back?”
” That’s not a proper answer.”
“Well, what do you expect me to say? I don’t fully remember so that’s the best you can get, move on”
You quickly finished your drink, annoyed at Izou’s antics. Taking the bottle from his hands, you poured yourself another glass.
“Truth or dare?” You asked mildly irritated.
” …Truth”
He wanted to play safe, afraid of what would you pick as a dare after such a personal question. However, you were ready to keep playing his game.
” What’s your wildest sexual fantasy?” He coughed loudly after choking on his drink. “Go on, I’m waiting.”
“No way in hell I’m answering that.”
“Oh so now you are the only one allowed to ask embarrassing questions? In that case maybe I could tell my good friend Oryou about some interesting things I’ve heard about you tonight…”
“Fine, fine!” He massaged his temples trying to think, or perhaps it was because you just gave him a headache.
The assassin looked at you, then his feet, ashamed about his thoughts.
“Sometimes I imagine how it would be…” he had to close his eyes, taking a big gulp of his drink before continuing. “How it must be to drink booze from a fine lady’s bosom.”
It was your turn to be surprised
“... You mean, like, pouring it on her chest and drinking it from there?”
“That’s exactly what I said, don’t make me repeat myself.” you couldn't help but chuckle at his response “Are you making fun of me?!”
“No, no, it’s fine, it’s just… That’s pretty tame, I thought you were going to say something wild. What you said is something that could easily happen in one of Osakabehime’s doujin.”
“So you don’t think it’s weird?”
“Not at all! Trust me, I’ve heard about weirder stuff, this doesn’t sound so bad. I would even try it if I had the chance.” You confessed between laughs.
But Izou didn’t even smile. He stared at you intensely, dumbfounded, not quite understanding why you would say that. And after seeing his reaction you realized it was an odd thing to say. You needed to stop drinking before you did something even more stupid.
“Anyway, your turn to ask.”
“Oh, right…” he cleared his throat, taking a brief moment to focus “Truth or dare?”
“Dare.” Your lips trembled slightly as that word came out of your mouth.
Should you have said “Truth” instead? You didn’t want to choose the same option again but was it the right move after that conversation? There was a slight chance of Izou using it to his advantage so why would you let him have that opportunity? You asked yourself all of this
when you actually knew the answer, you just didn’t want to admit it.
Your servant, who was about to pour himself another drink, stared in shock at you. His right hand was shaking, he had to put away the sake bottle so as to not spill everything on your floor.
“We should stop this game.” he muttered, suddenly sobered up.
You nodded, things were getting out of hand, if you kept going you would probably end up regretting your actions.
“We should finish this dare first, though.”
It was an impulsive thought, your mind fighting between rational thoughts and the dangerous ideas Izou planted on your brain minutes ago.
“You’re too drunk to think clearly.”
“Ironic coming from you.”
Izou’s mind was racing; he had to think about some stupid dare so you could cease this nonsense. This stupid game was becoming a problem. He was so lost in thought he didn’t notice you moving until you were fully sat on top of his lap, bodies so painfully close you could feel each other's body heat.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?”
“Master.” His voice sounded dead serious, yet his eyes betrayed him by staring at your cleavage. “Don’t make this even more difficult for me.”
You grabbed his hands, he didn’t even try to resist. You helped him unbutton your shirt, the first two buttons, before letting them go.
“I’m actually making it easy for you.”
You thought that after all the teasing he would just tear the shirt open and push you to the floor. It was a surprise when he slowly kept undressing you, one button at a time, so carefully it seemed unreal for someone like him. He savored the moment, he didn’t want to finish in one go, like he previously did with his sake. He stayed silent even after fully exposing your chest, not a single remark about you not wearing a bra, he just let the piece of clothing fall off, releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding. You took the bottle with your left hand while you used your free arm to press your breasts together.
“Well then, shall we?”
You didn’t wait for him to answer, you just poured the liquid on your skin. Izou discreetly licked his lips as he watched the alcohol spill from the small gaps of your body. He didn’t hesitate, he pulled off his scarf before leaning down, taking a small sip. His hair brushed your face, tickling you. It was somehow endearing watching him drink using your breasts as his own personal cup, he looked out of place and yet he seemed so pleased, drinking it all up in a matter of seconds. However, it wasn’t enough; he moved his face closer to lick your wet skin. For some reason, the sake tasted sweeter after flowing over your body. It was so addictive, Izou suddenly found himself kissing and nibbling your skin, moving from your chest to your stomach. It made you shiver.
He helped you lay on the floor in such a delicate way, it wasn’t what you were used to. Normally he was more rough but he was treating you as if you were a porcelain doll, easy to shatter. He unfastened your pants, eyes never leaving yours. He seemed almost desperate for more, and you were ready to give him what he wanted.
FGO Kinktober (2025) Day 1 - Lake (Lancelot x Fem!Reader)
Words: 1328
Rating: Mature
Warnings: None
You were supposed to be preparing the camping site for the night while Lancelot patrolled the surrounding grounds, keeping monsters away. When he returned everything was perfectly set in place, however there wasn’t a single trace of you. Did you go for a walk? He couldn’t help but worry a little, he wasn’t near to protect you and if you wandered too far you could encounter wild beasts or even get lost in the forest. The sun was setting so he needed to find you soon.
Perhaps he was being a bit overprotective; it wasn’t like he didn’t trust your abilities or anything, it was just that he always took seriously his duty as a knight. He was your servant, your sword, he needed to be near you to protect you when things went wrong.
So lost in thought, Lancelot didn’t notice he was approaching the same lake you both passed by some hours ago. A figure in the middle of the water came into view, even from that distance he could distinguish your silhouette. Pushing away the bushes and branches on his way, he came closer, slow and steady.
You were placidly swimming unaware of his presence; the water was deep enough to cover your waist, small droplets fell from your hair, gently sliding on your body. The orange and pinkish lights of the sunset made your skin glisten; you looked like a nymph or a fae, almost ethereal, it was a sight to behold. The knight stood there in silence, admiring your form, speechless. He didn’t make any sound, and yet, you suddenly turned around, as if you finally noticed him standing there. His heart fluttered with the way you smiled at him, warmly, like you were waiting for him for a long time. You woke up something inside of him that he could not hold back, that fiery love that burned deep, the one he wasn’t sure he could ever feel again. Lancelot held his breath as you approached the shore, playfully tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Sorry! I thought I would finish before you came back, you must’ve been worried.”
“Well, you seem to be doing fine, that’s all that matters.”
“Again, I’m so sorry, but after fighting all those monsters in the woods I really needed this.”
“I understand, however it will soon get dark, we should go back.”
“What? I just got here, can’t we stay a few more minutes since you're here now?”
It was getting harder to speak, even more not to stare; the slight glimpse of your form was like torture. He turned his back at you.
“Then I’ll keep watch while you finish bathing.”
You weren’t stupid, you noticed the way he was looking at you, how difficult it was for him to keep his composure. You were hoping he would try to do something, anything, but Lancelot wouldn’t flirt with you on the job, especially if it meant you could get caught by a certain kouhai of yours. Right now you were alone, there was no chance you could get interrupted, you told Mash you would call her after your bath, so what was he waiting for?
It had been a couple of weeks since you last had some alone time together, you expected at least a kiss from him, yet he didn’t make a move.
“You don’t have to stand there alone.” Still, if he wasn’t going to make the first move, you would “Why don’t you come here?”
Your servant quickly turned; you were reaching out, inviting him to take your hand.
“I promise the water isn’t cold.”
He tried to fight the urge to move towards you, he really did. His body acted on its own, as if he was under some sort of spell. Your voice, sultry and sweet, was like that of a siren singing their dangerous tune. He took your hand, grabbed it firmly, then let his armor disappear as he stepped into the water. Lancelot pulled you closer, right hand resting on your waist while the other caressed your cheek.
“See? I told you it was fine.” You chuckled in a poor attempt to hide your embarrassment.
You looked at Lancelot, expectantly; his gaze was tender, perhaps, you thought, no one had ever looked at you with so much affection on their eyes. Lancelot always made you feel special.
Time seemed to stop for a while, you didn’t notice how close your faces were until Lancelot closed the gap between you. You welcomed his kiss, a sigh almost leaving your lips. Oh, how much did you miss this, being so close to your lover, alone, in such an intimate state.
You found yourself wanting more, arms moved quickly, surrounding his neck, trying to pull him closer if that was even possible. What started as a sweet loving kiss suddenly became something greedier, hungrier. The knight followed you, letting you take the lead; he would give you anything you wanted, his duty was to serve.
His hands got lost on your body, remembering every curve, every nook and cranny. Only did his hands stop when they reached your rear, resting there as if asking for permission to continue. Normally you wouldn’t be this desperate for contact, for affection, you could control your urges like any normal person. And yet you were ready to let him lift you up, your legs wrapping easily around his waist. Lancelot was a passionate man, you started to believe it was his influence that made you act like this.
He took his time to adjust himself, which was both a blessing and a torture. You could tell he was yearning for your touch as much as you did, but Lancelot was if not patient; he moved painfully slow, he always did, just to savor the moment. To you, he seemed to be lost in himself: eyelids half closed and heavily panting, as if trying to hold back. He was, however, focused on how your body reacted to his, being cautious when you tensed or flinched, paying attention when your eyes avoided his, when you held your breath trying not to look too eager. Only when your body language told you so he began to move and it felt just right, the way he fitted you so perfectly had you panting his name in question of seconds lewd noises were soften by the sound of water splashing frantically.
The delicate colors of dusk dispelled as night approached yet you couldn’t notice, nor would you care as the only thing occupying your thought was the Knight of the Lake, the way his kisses left marks on your neck, how he firmly grasped your skin. Your hands rummaged through his hair almost desperately as you approached your climax, knowing fully well Lancelot wouldn’t take much longer. You captured his lips with a kiss one last time before your whole body trembled. Lancelot’s legs quivered a bit while his strong arms kept you in place, finishing inside you with a powerful thrust.
None of you moved for a while, refusing to acknowledge the world around you. He caressed your face, moving away from your face some wild strands of hair. Lancelot was already a handsome man, but the way the moon lit his face made his features even more attractive; his smile, so calm and gentle, and his deep eyes, so bright when he stared at you yet so sad when he looked away. He looked almost apologetic as he carried you to the shore, even if he knew all good things must’ve come to an end. The way back to camp was quick, silent, Lancelot only spoke to bid you goodnight, excusing himself as he tried to leave. But you were quick to grab his arm, pulling him closer to you.
” There’s plenty of room inside the tent for both of us, no need to leave.”
This time, Lancelot did not hesitate, following you inside.
The title says everything: After 4 years I decided to do Kinktober again. I've been stuck for a while trying to write some of the requests on my inbox so I'm taking a break to do some Kintober stuff
I don't think I'll post every day, I'm always busy with work during October, so I'll either post some of the prompt or write the 31 prompts even after October ends. During my firts attempt at doing Kinktober I got burnout, so I'm learning from my mistakes.
I'm making my own list with "Liquids and fluids" as my main theme, so I hope you'll enjoy the stuff I have prepared!
Hi, how are you? excuse me can i request a tn for lancer from fate please lancer is an exceptional magician of great level she listens to her servant sometimes 🤣 i would like to ask you if you can make a romantic fanfic of him x her oh her x him
she is a workaholic she cares deeply for lancer and fulfills all his whims oh she makes her assistant fulfill them for her she lives in a large mansion on the outskirts of the city with a large forest and a lake
her magic is magic of the 4 elements using runes in a confrontation with another servant she comes out injured but even so after returning home she goes to the library to see other spells that can help them
then lancer faces her locking himself in the library he tries to seduce her since he likes her and wants her but he also wants her to rest please could you write something about them Please, I really beg you, I would kneel down if I had you in front of me
Hi, there! I think this request was sent twice with slight changes so I tried to merge the two together. I may have changed some things slightly for the plot, but I hope that’s ok!
Words: 1175
Rating: Gen
Warnings: Just a pinch of angst to give some flavor, nothing too wild
Enjoy!
Cu Chulainn was growing tired of patrolling the mansion’s grounds; there was no need for him to wait for an enemy attack, you had the perimeter full of traps and familiars to warn you if any intruder appeared. Still, he needed to keep himself busy to distract himself.
You are a hardworking, capable master, which under normal circumstances wouldn’t be a problem, however you are also as stubborn as a mule, refusing to take breaks from your training or magical studies. This had become a huge problem since you were sacrificing hours of sleep to bury yourself in magic books, sometimes you could be so engrossed in your tomes you would forget to eat. Lancer had tried to explain to you it was a dangerous habit, not just for you, but for him as well: sleeping and eating are ways of replenishing mana, which you both need to fight, but it was like talking to a brick wall.
What infuriated him the most was that right now you were supposed to be resting after getting seriously injured during a fight against caster and his master. But no, you locked yourself in the library and gave orders to your butler to not let anyone enter. He was tired of acting like a babysitter, yet if you didn’t recover it would be bad for both. In a holy grail war you can’t allow yourself to make dumb mistakes.
You wouldn’t let him in if he knocked at the door, so he waited until the sun had set to break in. He waited until he was sure you were the only one in the room, then, using the power of runes, he managed to open one of the windows without you noticing. Although, seeing you so focused on your study session he doubted you would notice even if he made a lot of noise. He approached you from behind, so stealthily it seemed like he was using some kind of presence concealment proper of an assassin. Then, in one swoop, he took the book you were holding from your hands, leaving you with no time to react.
“Seriously, aren’t you tired of reading this thing? It’s been like, what? 10 hours? You should take a break.”
“Lancer, give it back! Now!”
You tried to get back the tome, but when you were just inches from touching it Cu moved from one point of the room to another in a blink of an eye. You ran towards him and again, when you were close to him, he teleported again. He sat on top of the table with the book open, pretending to read it, as if mocking you.
“Is it really that interesting?”
“I need that, Lancer! Please, just give it back!”
This time, when you got closer to take your book back, Lancer didn’t move, he just raised his arm to keep it out of reach, forcing you to get closer to him. It came to a point where, in your pursuit to retrieve the magic book, you had to get on top of Lancer.
“Could you just stop fooling around?! You’re acting like a child!”
“I’ll give it back to you if you promise to go have dinner and rest.”
“Fine, fine, I’ll do it. Now give me the book.”
He pretended to give it to you before throwing it across the table. You tried to move but then, Lancer firmly grabbed your hips to keep you from moving away.
“What are you doing?! I told you I would do what you asked!”
“You did, but I don’t buy it. I know you, you would just go back to reading and pretend nothing happened. Or am I wrong, master?” He asked teasingly
You avoided his gaze, cheeks burning. Were you so easy to read?
” I’m doing this for your own good, just take a damn break, it won’t kill you.”
” You don’t understand; I need to get stronger… for our sake.”
The subtle break on your voice was enough to tell him how much this meant to you. He already had his suspicions, he wasn’t that dense, but the desperation in your eyes was proof enough, you were doubting your own skills, you’ve been for some time now. Trying to put a brave face every day while you tormented yourself, thinking that, perhaps, participating in a Grail war was too much for you to bear. Instead of bringing honor to your family name, you felt as if you were digging your own grave, not strong enough to protect yourself or even guide your servant in battle. Cu wasn’t great at giving advice, yet he knew you were spiraling into despair, you would keep doing so if he didn't act soon.
Still he didn’t speak, it was best to say nothing. Not right now at least, he thought. Instead he just lifted your face with his right hand, forcing you to look at him. Sadness became surprise, then fear, as you stared into his stern red eyes. Was this it? Was he finally going to tell you how he no longer needed a master like you? You waited for an answer that never came, Cu stayed silent, looking at you almost tenderly you thought. Maybe your mind was playing tricks on you, maybe he was right and all the exhaustion was making you see things. Or feel things, because suddenly you found yourself contemplating Cu’s handsome features, leaning to the comforting touch of his hands. You would die before admitting it, but one of the main reasons you refuse to have him in the same room as you when you study is that he can be a distraction in so many ways. You knew by his legend that he was a lady-killer, for better or for worse. Sometimes you questioned if he was aware of the effect he had on you or if he was just oblivious. Did he worry about you only because you were his master? You wanted, no, needed an answer.
And just like that your body moved on its own, getting dangerously close to him, so close you could feel him holding his breath, his shoulders tense. You only stopped inches from his lips, almost brushing with yours… Then you got cold feet, you couldn't bring yourself to do it. So you just kissed him on the cheek, softly, hugging him tightly. Nothing more. He hesitantly mimicked you, slowly caressing your back, reassuringly. He wasn’t good at comforting people, still that was all you needed. Languidly pulling away, you promised him you would take a rest for a couple of days, then return to your normal schedule. It wasn’t what he was hoping for, but Cu accepted your terms, it was a small step at least. That night you asked him to stay with you for a while, just until you fell asleep. Instead, he stared until dawn next to your bed, checking on you from time to time with the excuse that he needed to make sure you were properly resting.
Hello, I'm the little person who sent you the bribe yesterday. I would like to ask if it could be something like that what if in a holy grail war Gilgamesh catches a lancer and uses it to trap its master Since she had caught his attention, she had tried to catch him but the magician girl always hid her identity behind a cat mask. She greatly supported Lancer and had a great bond with him. Maybe she would go and save him.
the girl does go Hey, try to save Lancer, managing to save him by losing his macasca. revealing a girl that guilgamesh met in a park whom he desired Just when Lancer and Y/N would meet, Gilgamesh Iso disappeared the young woman, but not before the girl gave Lancel a strange congant that would serve him well. In another place Y/n woke up, she didn't have her mask, it had been broken. She was completely tied with chains, she tried to break them with a spell but she couldn't. At that moment, Gilgamesh entered
You never returned to the park y/n, why don't you break your contract with that idiot and become one with me? Y/n never whispers while biting her lip. Gilgamesh approaching her whispering in her ear Don't worry, I have my methods since our meeting in that park, I don't plan on letting you go. y/n's heart quickened In another place Lancer could feel the fear and anguish that his master felt. could it be something like that? please
ps you could also mention how gilgamesh met her in the park please
Hi, thanks for the request! It was a long request so I hope I didn’t miss anything. Also, since the Lancer in this story isn’t really relevant, I didn’t use a True Name for them, so it can be whoever you want!
Hope you’ll like it.
With the help of one of your familiars, you carefully inspected the abandoned building before entering, hoping you would find traces of magical residues. Your pendant was emitting a faint vibration; Lancer shouldn’t be too far from here.
You examined the piece of jewelry, remembering how at first your servant didn’t agree with your idea; why would you need to use a pendant to track your servant when you could easily use one of your command spells to summon them? Maybe you were being too cautious, but command spells are something to use only in the worst case scenario, creating a pendant that can react to the bond between servant and master was a safer method to track Lancer.
Last time you saw them was about two hours ago; you had asked them to inspect what you assumed was Berserker’s hideout. When they didn’t come back, you took the risk and began looking for them. At least they weren't dead, or the marks on your hand would have disappeared a long time ago.
You adjusted your mask, preparing yourself for a possible enemy attack. You felt something observing you from the shadows since you first stepped in; you knew you were walking straight into a trap, you needed to be cautious. After all, who would be stupid enough to go save their servant instead of waiting for them to die then summon another one? Well, you were, and whoever set this up knew you would risk anything to try to save your servant. It was too late to summon another Heroic Spirit, not to mention you didn’t want to replace Lancer. You were a good team, they were loyal, skillful and you perfectly complemented each other. Saving them was worth the risk.
A sudden spike of magical energy caught your attention, without thinking it twice, you ran into that direction.
“Lancer!”
You saw them trapped in a weird magical circle, something you had never seen before. You tried to free them from their bindings with a spell, however, as you projected it, it deflected back at you. When it hit you, you sensed the power of the spell had increased, luckily all the damage was absorbed by your mask, which was now broken into pieces. There was no way to hide your identity now, but at least you were unharmed.
“Master…” Your servant spoke with difficulty, as if they were weakened. “You must leave…”
“No! I’ll try another spell, just give me some time.”
“If you leave now maybe you can survive.”
“I’m not leaving without you!”
The air in the room shifted, it felt heavier; even if no sound could be heard aside from your and Lancer’s voices, you could tell a mage was using their mana to cast a spell. The magical circle that kept Lancer captive began to dissipate while a new one suddenly emerged, right below your feet. Judging by the circle’s pattern it didn’t seem to have the same effect as the one in front of you. Your body paralyzed; the spell’s effect started with your legs, then quickly moved to your waist, completely immobilizing you. An incantation with this much power could only be cast if the mage was near their target, but with no time to search for the source of the spell, you took off the pendant and threw it at Lancer before you couldn’t use your hands.
“Listen carefully, keep this with you. If anything happens to me, you’ll know from the necklace magical reactions. Use it to find me if I-”
In a matter of seconds your whole body was frozen in place. You could no longer talk, your vision blurred and then you lost your consciousness.
When you opened your eyes, you found yourself at the park near your house. It was early in the afternoon; kids were having fun at the playground after a long school day, birds chirped happily and you were resting on a bench, looking at the clouds. It was strange, you felt lightheaded, as if you were dreaming. Although, more than a dream, it felt like you were experiencing a déjà vu.
Something brushed your leg, a stray kitty was asking for your attention, rubbing its body against you. Then you remembered; everything felt familiar because it was one of your memories, this had happened 3 days ago. You had sent Lancer on a mission while you were running some errands. When you finished, you stopped at the park to rest, waiting for them before returning home.
You tried to get up, yet your body didn’t respond. Instead it leaned down to pet the cat. You were reviving that moment as a mere spectator, unable to act.
The cat’s ears lowered, back slightly curving. In a matter of seconds, it ran away from you, scared. Someone approached you from behind, their shadow casting over you. It was easy to guess what was going to happen next. When you looked behind to see the mysterious person, you met a pair of red eyes, haughtily staring back.
Just like that day, you unintentionally held your breath, scared that he may have recognized you. You quickly glanced at your shaking hands, sighing in relief when you saw your command spells hidden by your gloves. There was no way for him to identify you without your mask so, taking a deep breath, you tried to dissimulate, starting a conversation.
“Oh, I’m sorry, that startled me a little. I was so distracted I didn’t hear you coming, sir.” You faked a laugh. “If you want to sit I’ll move away a bit to leave enough space.”
Once you calmed yourself down you asked yourself what he was doing there. Why wasn’t his master accompanying him?
You had only seen Archer a couple of times, fortunately none of them as your enemy. He only appeared during fights he considered amusing, never to participate, but to observe. You didn’t know his true name, however by his way of moving, his way of acting, it was easy to tell that man was royalty. Also, he didn’t seem easy to please, you didn’t envy his master in the slightest. He is a powerful servant with little patience who would only listen to orders he finds entertaining.
“Do you expect me to sit on such a filthy bench?”
He was a handsome man, probably the most gorgeous person you’ve ever seen, but as soon as those words left his mouth all his charm vanished. You really wanted to answer back, instead you held your anger and took your handkerchief from your pocket, carefully unfolding it on the spot near you.
“Is this more of your liking?”
“Are you mocking me, mongrel?” Archer was clearly annoyed, however he accepted your offer and sat next to you. “At least my clothes won’t get dirty.”
“They sure look expensive. I can tell by the way you dress that you’re not from here. Are you on a business trip? This isn’t an interesting town so I doubt you’re on holiday.”
“You are being too nosy.”
“I don’t mean to pry.” you briefly paused. “You seem quite tense, must have been a long day at work.”
“It certainly was, in a way. I'm getting tired of listening to foolish people and their idiotic ideas.”
“I understand, dealing with a difficult boss can be-”
“HA! Boss? He wish! Being ordered around by such a pathetic man… Just the thought of something so absurd makes me laugh.”
It was striking that he didn't seem offended by your comment. Obviously he didn't care about his master, so maybe if you kept talking you would find a weakness in their relationship.
“I see, then he is something more like a business partner. But if your opinions are so different, why work with him?”
“He has power, which is useful.”
“That's it? Certainly there must be something else.”
“What about you? By the way you speak, you must also have a partner or something of the sort”
Shit. Did he find out? You panicked, maybe if you didn't answer quickly he would suspect you.
“... I do.”
“Tell me about them, I got tired of answering your questions.”
“Well, they are quite sharp, athletic, really good at their job…” Archer seemed bored with your description, so you tried to think of something more interesting for him. “They complement my abilities well…Oh, they're also good at understanding me! I'm usually really calm, I like to plan everything thoroughly, but when I'm under pressure I can be reckless, so they have to stop me before I do something stupid… If I think about it, I don't know what I would do without them.”
There was a glimmer in your eyes when you were talking about Lancer, something so charming on the way you committed to him and vice versa, that made Archer curious.
“I've heard enough.”
He got up and left the park without saying goodbye. You tried to ask him why he was leaving, but it didn't matter how much you screamed he pretended not to hear you.
His figure became smaller and smaller in the distance, it seemed like his form was getting blurry.
No, it wasn't your imagination, it was the same sensation than when you banished in front of Lancer. For a moment you had forgotten that this was just a memory.
It was time to wake up.
...
Your vision gradually focused, however you still felt a bit dizzy. You were finally awake; in a place you didn't recognize. The room was dimly lit with candles, yet you could tell you weren't in the same abandoned building as before: the walls were made from stone instead of concrete and the temperature was significantly cooler, as if you were in a basement. Your guess was that you've been teleported by that magical circle to the enemy base.
Unable to feel Lancer's presence, you tried to look at the command spells on your hand, only to find out your arms were chained up. Your body was so numb you didn't notice the pressure of the chains until you pulled hard, as if that would miraculously free you. Instead it only brought a sharp pain on your left wrist. You tried to analyze the golden chains that bound you, but the only conclusion that you came with was that they were too powerful to break with normal magic.
You were left with only one alternative, if you were still alive with your hand intact the only hope was to try if you could use one of your spells. If it didn't work that would mean Lancer was no longer alive.
“By my command spell…”
The marks on your hand emitted a warm red glow. Lancer was still alive, the only thing to do was ordering him to come and rescue you.
“I wouldn't do that if I were you.”
Your mouth suddenly became dry, you wanted to finish casting the spell but your mouth didn't move. You didn’t notice the man hiding in the darkness, maybe his master was aiding him to conceal his presence. He stepped out of the shadows; he wasn’t wearing a civilian outfit like in your memory, but his signature golden armor. Even with so little light, it was shining brightly, its radiance almost blinding. You had to squint your eyes for a moment. He was holding something in his hands, pieces of a broken ceramic item. You didn’t recognize them until he threw them at your feet, they were the fragments of your mask.
” A magical object to hide your identity, pretty clever for a third rate mage” he tilted his chin, condescendingly “And yet I could still tell I knew you from somewhere that day at the park.”
” …Why are you keeping me alive? You could have killed me and my servant in one strike, but instead you asked your master to imprison me. Are you not afraid that we might win a fight against you?”
His raucous laugh echoed in the walls, he found the idea so ridiculous that he could only laugh. It made your blood boil, he was underestimating you and your servant when you both had survived multiple encounters with other enemies and even came out victorious. However, it seemed that didn’t matter to him, what’s more, he was fully enjoying the anger on your face.
“You are really funny, mongrel, I’ll give you that.” Slowly approaching you, he made a gesture with his right hand, the chains acting at his command, tightening up against your skin. “The reason is simple; I want you to be my master.”
”What?”
” You’ve heard me. I’ve seen you work alongside Lancer… For a Master with so little knowledge and experience you are a good strategist, you should be thankful for this compliment.”
” Then why didn’t you kill Lancer? Why bother to set me a trap?”
” Well you wouldn’t accept if I killed your partner, would you?” Even if you didn’t say anything, Gilgamesh knew your answer. “If we make a deal, I won't kill Lancer and I will finally get rid of my master.”
“This is absurd! I'll never break my contract with Lancer and you- Ugh!” Gilgamesh materialized another golden chain that constricted itself around your neck.
“Watch your tone, mongrel, you wouldn't want me to lose my patience.”
The chain pulled your neck up, forcing you to stare at him. At that point he was basically treating you like a disobedient dog, the pain felt bad, but the humiliation was unbearable. If that were not enough, Gilgamesh grabbed your chin forcefully.
“That look on your face is priceless, pain suits you quite nicely, it makes you even more interesting.”
You tried to close your eyes so not to look at his sadistic grin, however he squeezed your neck tighter to keep your eyes open. You only hoped that Lancer could find you soon.
“By refusing my proposal you're only making me want you even more. Don't worry, you'll accept, whether you like it or not.”
Hello! I'd like to request a fic about Napoleon attempting to propose to gn!reader but he gets interrupted every time. I think it could be sweet and a bit funny especially if he had planned it out perfectly but bad luck just keeps getting in the way of his foolproof plan and it frustrates him a bit.
Also: Thank you so much for the Napoleon content you had made a few years ago. Your writing made me fall in love with him and that love led to me meeting a wonderful friend who means the world to me. I hope you never doubt the power of your writing and you always stay healthy!
Thank you so much for your kind words (｡ŏ﹏ŏ) It means a lot that someone can enjoy my works and bond with other people over them. I hope both you and your friend have a wonderful day!
Unfortunately I couldn’t post this sooner (I was hoping to post this during October/November but life didn’t let me 😣) I hope you’ll enjoy it and that the wait was worth 🙂
Words: 1,823
Rating: Gen
Warnings: None
Each time he is summoned, Napoleon always falls in love with a different person. When he was summoned in the Scandinavian Lostbelt, he fell in love with Ophelia, and now that he is in Chaldea, he fell in love with you.
You still remember when he finally confessed his feelings for you; both of you had already talked at length about how, even if they were the same servant, the Napoleon in Chaldea isn't the same as the one in the Lostbelt since their experiences are different. Still, it was hard for you to accept his love at first after you had seen a version of him loving another person so fervently. However, Napoleon had always proven that his love for you was as genuine and as pure as it could be, and little by little all the doubts that clouded your mind went away.
Both of you were happy with your relationship, until one day Napoleon decided that ‘dating’ wasn't enough, he wanted to go one step further, to spend the rest of your life (or his materialization) together.
It was no easy task to find a proper ring to propose, he had to ask other servants for help before succeeding in his search for the ideal ring for you. All that was left was to wait for the perfect moment, which he thought wouldn't be as difficult as all the previous work.
How wrong he was.
The first opportunity to propose came after one of your usual training sessions in the simulator, set in one of the ample hills you once saw during the First Singularity in Orleans. You were both alone (if you didn't count Mash and Da Vinci, who were monitoring your actions from the command room) waiting for the simulation to finish. The weather was nice and there were no signs of the fight that took place moments ago.
The archer thought that perhaps during this moment of peace after combat was the perfect moment to take action. Nothing could ruin it.
“Maître, can I have a word?”
He put his hand on his left pocket, making sure he had the ring with him. Once his fingers touched the small box, he took a deep breath and tried to relax his shoulders.
“Everything ok?”
“With you by my side? Nothing could be better.” your gentle chuckle made him smile a little
“Are you sure about that? Lately you seem like you are, well, preoccupied with something. And now you suddenly start acting polite around me? Is something going on?”
“Hahaha, guess nothing gets past through you”
He winks at you, soon his flirty behavior ceases, a serious yet determined look in his eyes.
“You know I’m not a man that dwells on the past, I would rather look towards the future. And, as you are well aware, we servants don’t know when our time will come… I believe we’ve both learned a lot from each other during our relationship, we went through so many things together and… I was wondering if you-”
“MASTER!” Da Vinci suddenly screamed via the communicator, a loud alarm echoed in the background as she spoke “There’s been some error within the simulator! Not only we can’t get you out, but also it suddenly spawned a bunch of EX level enemies. I’m afraid you and Napoleon will have to keep them at bay while we try to fix it.”
You exchanged an apologetic look, your servant was trying to tell you something important, you could feel it, but unfortunately it would have to wait. This kind of things always occurred in the worst moments possible. Without further ado, Napoleon and you prepared for the upcoming fight, crossing your fingers so Da Vinci could repair things as fast as possible.
When you could finally return to Chaldea, Napoleon saw you so exhausted he insisted that you should rest for the day, claiming that his announcement could wait until you felt better. With a goodbye kiss you went to your room, leaving him in the command room.
“Well, it is what it is.” he thought to himself. That was but a little mishap, he had plenty of time to give you the ring. “Surely tomorrow, Maître will be free.”
The next day he patiently waited for you in the cafeteria. His plan was to enjoy breakfast with you, then take you to a private place (perhaps he could try the simulator again). You spotted him sitting in your favorite spot, yet before you could even approach him, you were surrounded by Nursery, Voyager and Abigail. You had forgotten that you promised to spend the day with them, so with an apologetic smile you waved Napoleon goodbye. He knew you wouldn’t let the kids down; a promise is a promise after all. He can wait another day after all.
That’s why the day after, he woke up extra early, that way no one could snatch you away. Unless of course that person woke up earlier than him and that person was Scathach. He found you being victim of one of her ultra-intensive training sessions; luckily you’re not a servant or she would be even harder with you. When you noticed him, you briefly stopped your training to give him a quick peck on the cheek, then returned to your work out session.
He kept trying to find some alone time with you, but whenever he found you, you were either training, having tea with Mash or helping one of the other servants. Of course “impossible” isn’t part of his dictionary, yet he couldn’t deny this whole “proposal” thing was quite the challenge.
His last resort was to wait the whole day in your room. At some point you’ll need to rest right? So he sat outside of your room and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
He stood up once it started getting late, perhaps you were on a mission he didn’t know about. But when he was about to leave, he heard your voice at the end of the corridor, saying goodbye to Mash. As you spotted Napoleon your face suddenly lightened up, instinctively making him smile.
“How long have you been here?”
“Me? Oh, I’ve just come here!”
“Suuure…” you opened the door, inviting him in. “Did you really miss me that much?”
“To be completely honest, I did.”
His confession caught you with your guard down, it made you flush a bit. Napoleon noticed but said nothing, he just sat on the bed, next to you.
“If you were waiting here for so long that means you need to tell me something important right?”
“Hahaha, guess it was quite obvious, wasn’t it? Truth is I’ve wanted to talk with you for a couple of days now… But I suppose being mankind’s last master makes you pretty popular.”
“If it makes you feel better… I really wanted to spend some time with you. Just the two of us.”
“Oh, really? Well, it doesn’t surprise me much, I have that effect on people after all.” He winked at you. You just rolled your eyes, pretending to be annoyed.
“You’re lucky you’re my favorite servant”
“Indeed I am, I never felt so lucky to be with someone as wonderful as you.” you felt something shift slightly on his way of speaking, he sounded more serious this time “I told you this before, but I’m a man that likes to stay in the present, to look at what tomorrow will bring and not look back to the past. I know this relationship had a bit of a rough start since… Well, since it took you some time to see me as “myself” and not as the “other me” in Scandinavia. But our relationship has brought me nothing but joy and happiness, and I believe you feel the same. That’s why I wanted to tell you that I want to be with you for as long as my spirit core can handle.”
Napoleon searched in his right pocket… Yet found nothing. He reached in his left pocket without success. In the end, when he could finally confess he had forgotten to bring the ring with him.
“... I’m sorry, Maître. I told you all of this hoping to give you something. Looks like luck is not on my side today.”
“Hey, cheer up. I bet you can give me whatever it was on another occasion. Besides I… I feel the same way; you make me really happy.”
“I've wanted to tell you how you make me feel for a long time now. I prefer to let my actions speak for themselves but I felt that wasn't enough.”
You cupped his cheeks to kiss him tenderly. It was brief, sweet and yet it was enough to make his frustration for the failed proposal disappear. You were right, he had plenty of time to try again. Both of you spent some time together telling each other how your day was or sharing some funny anecdotes until late in the night. Napoleon was ready to leave and let you rest.
“Oh, wait, is this what you said you forgot?”
Just when he was about to leave through the door, as if fate was trying to play a prank on him, he turned around to find you with a tiny black box between your hands. He panicked at the thought of missing his last chance.
“WAIT-”
You opened it too quickly.
“Ugh! I was too late!” scratching his head in frustration, he momentarily avoided your gaze “Well, you see, the reason of all that speech was that I wanted to ask you to marry me. I know it's a bit sudden! It's just…”
When he looked back at you he noticed your hands shaking. Your mouth opened and closed, finding it difficult to speak and your eyes started to become watery.
“Yes” you failed in your attempt to hold your tears, once you started crying there was no way to make them stop. It took Napoleon some time to understand what you had just said.
“You mean…?” you nodded.
“Of course I want to marry you!”
You hugged him tightly, face buried on his chest. Napoleon caressed your cheek before gently wiping your tears with his thumb, reaching for a kiss.
He took the box from your hands, then, delicately holding the ring, he kneeled before you.
“May I?”
Nodding, you extended your hand to let him put you the ring. You kissed and hugged him again while tons of thoughts flooded your head. Should you tell Mash and the rest? How will you arrange a ceremony in Novum Chaldea? You were too emotional to think at that moment. Eventually, Napoleon took his leave; after so much crying, your whole body started to feel heavy and needed to rest for the day. However, it took you some time to fall asleep since you kept looking at the ring on your finger every now and then.
May i request about Lancelot x Gudako in a whump/hurt comfort situation? 👉👈 (Lancelot was tired and injured after intense battle and Gudako helps him to recover by cleaning and dressing his injuries)
Thank you very much 🥺🙏💜🧡
Thank you so much for requesting (and sorry for taking so long)! You don't know how much I loved writing this prompt. Lancelot deserves so much love, but I also enjoy putting him in angsty scenarios 👀
As always, reader is referred to as “master” since I never use Gudako/Gudao/Ritsuka etc. (even if I use them as the “base” for my reader inserts) but I hope that's ok!
This time I wrote it in third person.
Warnings: Blood and injury, nothing too graphic tho
Words: 1100
When correcting minute singularities one must always stay on guard, the most insignificant mistake can be fatal.
Everyone is aware of that, and still they couldn’t help but to be overconfident about that mission. They only realized their mistake when they encountered a bunch of enemies that turned out to be stronger than they seemed. And when things go bad they can become much worse.
In the middle of a fight, while Mash was desperately trying to block the enemies’ attacks the best she could, a simple miscalculation left her exposed to one of the creatures. She couldn’t react on time, but Lancelot rushed to her aid, being hurt in the process.
His master, aware of the gravity of the wound, ordered him to fall back, a decision which the knight wasn’t too pleased with. He kept insisting he should be the one battling the enemies, that Mash needed to retreat and protect their master. Both, master and shielder, refused his request, Mash had enough stamina to keep fighting a while longer, that way Lancelot could take their master to a safe place. If the saber kept fighting, his death was certain, that wound would be his downfall.
Swallowing his pride, the saber obeyed. He picked his master into his arms and fled to a secured zone, a cave well-hidden deep into the forest. Just as they entered, Lancelot collapsed in the ground, his master hurried to his aid, trying her best to sit him, back against the rocky walls of the cave. Part of his armor was shattered to pieces, it would not regenerate before returning to Chaldea.
The servant tried to stay awake, being guided by his master’s voice. His sight was becoming clouded little by little; noises began to distort. Last he remembered before losing consciousness was the blurred image of Mash rushing into the cave.
He didn’t know how much time had passed since he collapsed, he opened his eyes slowly so they could gradually readjust. He could feel something pressing gently on his side, just where the injury was. Lancelot quickly recognized the feeling of his master’s delicate hands, she was probably doing her best to stop the hemorrhage. It was weak, but he could perceive a faint wave of healing magic. His master probably had to use a lot of mana to close the wound. It was hard to believe that he was still alive (or as alive as a servant can be), he was very lucky.
“Finally awake, huh?”
They glanced at each other, Lancelot noticed the bags under her eyes, her tired face seemed a bit pale. No wonder why her magic seemed so weak, who knows how long she had been casting that spell.
“You really scared us when you fainted, your wound was so deep I thought you wouldn’t make it… But I finally managed to heal it completely.” She talked fast, almost stumbling with her words, clearly she was still nervous from the shock. “Mash went to search for food, there were some fruit trees nearby so she shouldn’t take too long.”
“As I knight it is my duty to rescue damsels in distress, I wasn’t expecting it to be the other way round. I guess that as long as it’s you I could get used to it.”
Lancelot chuckled at the sight of his master smiling faintly, yet he soon felt a sharp pain on his side. Noticing the worried look on his master's face he reassured her.
“It’s ok, I’m fine… I’ve been through worse so don’t panic.”
Lancelot took one of her hands to give her a gentle kiss. Seeing how it was covered in his dried blood he couldn’t help but think that a lady such as her shouldn’t be forced to stain her hands like that.
“You shouldn’t waste your magical power to save just one servant, you know that right?”
“Why would you say that so suddenly?” She frowned.
“I just want to remind you that you can always summon another heroic spirit to help you. This time everything came out good in the end, but you could have compromised the mission.”
“I know but…” She stopped, carefully thinking what to say “I know if something happened to you Mash wouldn’t forgive herself, not after you almost sacrificed yourself to save her.”
In the end, Lancelot was Galahad’s father, and that meant he was also a father figure for Mash, just as doctor Romani was.
“I know you worry about her, you are her best friend and you care about her deeply. However, I also know you didn’t do this just for her.”
The two of them stayed silent. Just for a moment, the only audible sound was the wind echoing in the cave’s walls. As much as she tried to hid it, Lancelot was certain that his master was taking decisions based on her own feelings instead of thinking rationally. A part of him was happy about that, after all that was one of the things he loved about her. However, he was also worried that it may cause problems in the long run for her.
“If you risk your life for a servant-”
“I know!” She screamed, fighting back the tears “I know my life is more important as a master… But you can’t ask me to stand still and do nothing when I can help. If anything happened to you I…”
She stopped mid-sentence to take a deep breath, trying to calm down.
“As long as it's possible I will do anything to protect you, you have my word.”
He would be lying if he said it didn’t make him happy to hear that, shocking as that statement may be. Lancelot wiped her tears with a sad smile.
“You should stop stealing my lines, it’s a bit embarrassing. Please, don’t cry anymore, I can't bear to see your beautiful face like this.”
He leaned a bit to kiss her, stopping himself midway as he heard Mash’s rushed steps as she entered the cave. The shielder was happy to see him recovered, and encouraged him and the master of Chaldea to take some rest, insisting that she will keep watch for the night. The master refused at first, yet she soon felt all the exhaustion hit her like a train. She curled up next to the saber, letting her head rest on his shoulder, but she had a hard time falling asleep, opening her eyes from time to time to check on Lancelot. It wasn’t until she could hear him breathe deeply in his sleep that she could relax as well.
Bedivere and his female S.O being very extremely affectionate. I feel that Bedivere would just melt with a so that just can't stop giving him kisses or cuddles every chance she gets
This was really fun to do, thank you for your request!
I wrote this with a fem!so in mind, but it turned out pretty gender neutral. Also, sorry if it’s too short! ;;
Rating: Gen
Words: 236
Warnings: None
Bedivere is quite shy so he prefers to wait until you're both in a more intimate place (or at least he would wait until there's no one around) before he can kiss you or hug you.
He gets flustered easily, so sometimes he has to remind you to control yourself a little when you are in public, because you take every chance you get to hug him or hold his hand.
Still, he understands that your love language is physical touch and will indulge you from time to time.
If he has the opportunity to do so, he will likely take your hand to give you a kiss.
If you manage to steal a kiss from him in front of one of his fellow knights he will die from embarrassment; you know that they will tease him later.
When you are alone Bedivere lets you cuddle with him as much as you want. Your hugs are warm and comforting; each time your arms are around his waist, all his worries fade away. If you are smaller than him, he will let his chin rest on top of your head or shoulder.
His weak spot it’s his neck, so kisses on that area are 100% effective.
He enjoys your caresses, but sometimes he prefers that you play with his hair instead. Just like with hugs, it soothes him whenever he feels your fingers gently touching his hair.
If it's okay...can I get an NSFW Alphabet for Jekyll/Hyde?
This took me a bit more than expected, but it’s finally done!
Thank you so much for requesting, I actually had fun writing this so I hope you enjoy it too.
Rating: +18
Words: 1188
Warnings: Mentions of injuries (nothing explicit)
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Don’t expect much from Hyde, he will only check to see you’re doing fine but nothing else. Aftercare is a task for Jekyll, not him.
Jekyll will cuddle with you, making sure you’re not hurt or uncomfortable (especially if you had sex with Hyde). He will offer you a glass of water and help you clean yourself if things got messy.
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Jekyll is quite fond of your hands, bonus points if you have slim and delicate fingers.
Hyde however prefers thighs, the squishier the better.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)
Expect Hyde to cum all over your thighs when he gets the chance. Your belly is a nice spot too; he enjoys making a mess more than cumming inside you.
Jekyll is pretty shy, so he will finish inside you only if you ask him to. Please, don’t ever swallow his cum unless you want to give him a heart attack.
D = Dirty secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
A dirty secret they both share: they enjoy the smell of your used underwear. Hyde will even steal them so he can masturbate with them. Jekyll won’t be as bold, and will clean Hyde’s mess (again).
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
They are both quite inexperienced, but Hyde will act like he knows what he is doing.
F = Favorite position (This goes without saying)
Jekyll’s tastes are quite simple, he enjoys missionary.
Hyde? He prefers doggy style, that way he can easily slap your ass and pull your hair if he feels like it.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)
Jekyll sees sex as something really intimate and private, he will take things seriously, unlike Hyde, who really enjoys mocking you. He will also tell unfunny jokes from time to time.
H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Since they share the same body and Jekyll is the one in control most of the time, they are well groomed. And yes, carpet does match the drapes.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)
Jekyll is the romantic one of the two as you can imagine, the one that showers you with affection and is willing to do anything for you.
Hyde however wont’ be as tender; he doesn’t really care about feelings, only about his own pleasure.
J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)
As said before, Hyde likes to masturbate using your used underwear, something you won’t see Jekyll doing, especially because he doesn’t masturbate really often.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Jekyll is pretty vanilla; he likes being degraded but aside from that he’s pretty tame.
Hyde is into knife play, he loves cutting your skin and leaving multiple marks, sometimes he adds some dirty talking to the mix. He is also into slut shamming.
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
Hyde likes dark places, empty hallways or cramped spaces; anywhere that may seem a safe place but where there’s at least some chance that you may get caught, even better if the lights are off.
For Jekyll, nothing is better than the privacy of his room.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Hyde also gets worked up easily, just not the same way as Jekyll. He likes it when you wear revealing clothes, when you try to provoke him or tease him so he can tease you back, that kind of stuff.
N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Jekyll will refuse doing anything potentially harmful to you, while Hyde will stay away from doing anything too romantic; it’s just not his thing.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Once again, their tastes are complete opposites: Hyde likes to be on the receiving end and Jekyll is more of a giver. Obviously, Jekyll won’t complain if his partner wants to switch, but Hyde will refuse unless he can get something in return for the favor.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Jekyll likes taking things slowly, paying attention to your expressions to see if you like what he is doing.
Hyde cares mostly about his own release, so his pace is more brutal, becoming more and more erratic towards the end.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Hyde loves them, they are the easiest way to blow some steam.
Jekyll however avoids them, as he considers sex an intimate act. He prefers waiting until you both have free time to have sex.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)
Taking risks is one of Hyde’s favorite things when having sex, it doesn’t matter if you fuck in a place where you’ll be easily spotted or if he wants to try stuff that could be somehow dangerous.
Jekyll will stay away from any risk, unless you insist you are ok with it.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)
One round is enough for both of them, their body is quite sensitive. Still, that doesn’t mean they can’t compensate it with other things. Jekyll will take more time with foreplay and Hyde will tease you until you beg.
T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
It’s a no for both, but for different reasons. Jekyll is too shy to use them and they make him quite uncomfortable. Hyde thinks they are useless and says he doesn’t need them.
U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)
No teasing from Jekyll, but Hyde? He lives for the tease, he won’t give you what you want unless you’re crying and begging for him. He loves seeing you being a moaning mess.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
They are not really loud, perhaps Hyde gets a bit louder when he swears but most of the time you’ll hear low grunts from him and small whimpers from Jekyll.
W = Wild card (A random headcanon for the character)
Not really a “wild card”, still Jekyll sometimes finds difficult to keep Hyde under control when he is horny.
X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
They are pretty average in size.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Hyde gets desperate quickly, he can be quite annoying if he doesn’t get what he wants. Fortunately, Jekyll is more calm, he can stay a couple of days without any physical contact.
Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Hyde will sleep right after he finishes, maybe he will even try to switch places with Jekyll so he can leave the aftercare to him.
Jekyll will wait for you to fall asleep, just in case you need anything before he also goes to sleep.
Movie night (Twisted Wonderland Housewardens x gn!reader)
You invited him to watch a horror movie together
Relationships: Riddle x gn!reader / Leona x gn!reader/ Azul x gn!reader / Kalim x gn!reader / Vil x gn!reader / Idia x gn!reader / Malleus x gn!reader
Rating: Gen
Words: 738
Warnings: None
Note: A bunch of headcanons of the Housewardens. They can be read both as romantic or platonic (except Idia's)
Riddle
– He accepted your invitation out of politeness but the truth is he is not fond of horror movies.
– He is tense most of the time, specially before the scary part happens. Holding his hand may soothe him a little.
– Sometimes after a jump scare you’ll hear him squeak.
– Riddle will want to hide his face by leaning on your shoulder, but will stop himself before actually doing it not wanting to embarrass himself.
– He is relieved when the movie ends; if it wasn’t for your company he wouldn’t make it to the end.
Leona
–You expected him to fall asleep during the movie yet you wouldn’t imagine him doing it only 5 minutes after the movie started.
– At least he wasn’t snoring.
–You got a bit bored after a while so you started looking at your phone to distract yourself.
– Because you weren’t paying attention at the screen you were startled when you heard a character scream.
– Your first instinct was to grab the nearest thing you had, which in this case was Leona’s arm.
Azul
– Normally he would be in a bad mood after being woken up so suddenly, but he found your reaction so amusing he decided to tease you for the next couple of minutes.
–Just like Riddle, he does not like horror movies.
- He will pretend to be calm but you can tell he is nervous just by paying attention to his body language.
– He is the type to close his eyes when something spooky happens.
– If he is too afraid he will excuse himself for a moment and wait until the scene ends. (Don’t you dare to tell that to Floyd and Jade or he won’t hear the end of it.)
Kalim
– Will make sure you compensate him for the psychological damage choose another movie genre next time.
– “You can hold on to me if things get too scary.” When those words left your mouth you weren’t expecting Kalim to hold you during almost the whole movie.
– Not that you were complaining.
– Whenever he gets scared his grip around you tightens. He will also cover his face by leaning on you.
– After that he will laugh, thinking he may have overreacted.
– He likes to talk during the movie but if you want to enjoy it without his comments he will try to keep quiet.
Vil
– He invites you to Scarabia for the next movie night.
– You weren’t sure if he would like to watch this kind of movie with you, so you were happy to see him accept your invitation.
– You had a hard time figuring out which movie to pick because you didn’t know what could match Vil’s tastes.
– It all pays off in the end, it may be not his favorite genre but you choose a movie he likes.
– Still what Vil enjoys the most is not the movie but your company.
- Vil will comment about the movie from time to time, pointing out anything he finds interesting about it.
Idia
– He doesn’t get scared easily but if you do he’ll pull you closer to him.
– You have to rewind the movie a couple of times because you two can’t stop talking about it, especially Idia.
– The movie was 2 hours long but somehow you spend 3 and a half hour watching it.
– But hey, at least you can have an exciting conversation with Idia, which doesn’t happen every day.
– He usually has difficulties talking with you, partly because of his obvious crush, but he was having so much fun he could forget about it for a while.
– At one point during the movie you two get scared by an unexpected jump scare and ended up clinging on to each other.
Malleus
– Idia’s brain almost short-circuits as he quickly moves away. He needs to leave the room until he has calm down a bit.
– He doesn’t quite understand why would you enjoy watching something that is supposed to scare you but he joins you anyway since he normally doesn’t get invited to this kind of things.
– You explained that sometimes people enjoy getting scared.
– He couldn’t really get your point since he feared few things (one of them being Lilia). Still he was glad you were having a good time.
– In the end Malleus finds the movie to be actually funny. Is it really supposed to be terrifying?
– He asks you to invite him again sometime to spend time together.
Hi!! Been following you for a while now so the moment you opened requests I was ready to ask uwu ✨
Could you make headcanons about how Diarmuid! lancer, Bedivere and Arjuna!archer would react when g/n master gifts them a flower they found pretty and made them remember about them? Like, a present to them because well, they deserve good things ;;;; (i know, pretty fluff😔) And if you don't mind, as a bonus, them having already a crush with the master👀
THX U FOR UR WORK! love how you write and hope u have a nice day! ✨
Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you also have a lovely day!
I know you didn't request this, but I added a small text to introduce the prompt. I hope you like it!
Relationships: Arjuna x gn!reader /Diarmuid x gn!reader/ Bedivere x gn!reader
Rating: Gen
Words: 736
Warnings: None
After fixing a minor singularity, Mash, your servant and you had to wait before Rayshifting back to Chaldea. Apparently there had been some interferences that made difficult going back.
You’d been waiting for at least half an hour with no updates on the situation, so you decided to stretch your legs and go for a walk.
Mash was worried at first; it would be dangerous for you to go alone in case a monster attacked you, but you reassured her it would be fine. You wouldn’t wander too far after all.
After a couple of minutes walking, you found a small clearing in the dense forest. There were some beautiful flowers growing in the ground and you felt like taking a closer look at them. You didn’t recognize the type of flowers they were, still you thought they were really pretty. There was something about them that made the flowers look special, so you decided to pick up one. Perhaps they would be a nice detail for the servant who accompanied you in this mission.
Diarmuid
- He was a bit worried about you. You weren’t away for a long time, but in these woods you wouldn’t know when a ferocious boar monster would appear.
- He was relieved when he saw you picking up some flowers. You seemed happy surrounded by nature, the rays of the sun gently caressing your skin.
- “Hey, Diarmuid, look.” When you noticed his presence you hurried to meet him “This flower is really pretty. It somehow reminds me of you.”
- He tried to speak but found himself unable to. He just stood there as you gently tried to put the flower on his hair.
-“See? It looks really nice on you.” You were oblivious at how tense he felt by having you so close.
- Despite his nervousness he chuckled and advised you to go back were Mash was in case Chaldea solved the communication issue.
- That day when he returned to his room, Diarmuid left the flower you gave him in a small vase (and Fionn teased him a lot for it).
Bedivere
- Mash asked him to go look for you, just in case something happened; connection was reestablished and it was time to go back home.
- He found you sitting in the grass, mesmerized with something on your hands. When he called your name you made him a sign so he would come closer.
- ”Look Bedi! I found this cute little blue flowers so I decided to make this” You showed him the flower crown that you’ve been making. He thought it was adorable.
- “I was planning on giving you just one of the flowers because they reminded me of you. In the end I thought it would be better to make you something with them instead.” You admitted laughing.
- He didn’t know what to say. He wanted to thank you when you interrupted him to put the flower crown on his head. It turned out to be smaller than you expected.
- You teased him a little, saying he looked really cute with it. Then you winked at him and that was what turned him into a blushing mess.
- Luckily for him you didn’t notice because if you did he would probably die from embarrassment.
Arjuna
- He was already following you after you announced you were leaving. It was not that he didn’t trust you, he knew you wouldn’t get into trouble, but he wanted to make sure no monsters were nearby.
- After making sure there weren’t any enemies, he approached you. You seemed to be occupied inspecting some wild flowers. Did they catch your attention because of something special?
- Sometimes he found your behavior peculiar, he couldn’t understand what was going through your mind.
- Especially he didn’t understand why you liked him to accompany you so often in your missions. He thought it was nice that you cared about him, even if he couldn’t express it out loud.
- “Master, perhaps we should get going.” Before leaving you took one of the flowers, one you were looking at with a particular interest.
- Once you went back to Chaldea you gave the flower to Arjuna, claiming it was a small token of affection. You didn’t want to give it to him earlier because you didn’t have one for Mash.
- Arjuna took the flower gently on his hands with a faint smile on his lips. He would make sure to treasure your gift.
