I think we’re all forgetting about Lancelot the OG wife stealer just swooping in and running away with Artoria and nobody can find them for like a month. But when they do Artoria is looking like the disheveled bratz doll.
Gotta go fast!
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I think we’re all forgetting about Lancelot the OG wife stealer just swooping in and running away with Artoria and nobody can find them for like a month. But when they do Artoria is looking like the disheveled bratz doll.
Gotta go fast!
“Lance—”
“Hush, my liege, we can’t let them hear.”
The Play of Fate Chapter 50: The Cave
Fandoms:
Fate/stay night & Related Fandoms, Fate/Zero, Fate/stay night: Unlimited Blade Works (Anime 2014)
Relationships:
Gilgamesh/Arturia Pendragon/Diarmuid Ua Duibhne | Gilgamesh/Saber/Lancer, Emiya Shirou/Tohsaka Rin, Lancelot of the Lake/Arturia Pendragon | Berserker/Saber
Characters:
Arturia Pendragon | Saber, Gilgamesh | Archer, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne | Lancer, Cú Chulainn | Lancer, Iskandar | Rider, Lancelot of the Lake | Berserker, Medusa | Rider, Heracles | Berserker, Medea | Caster
Summary:
There is no joy in being saved, Cú realizes, as Arturia picks him up from where he lay broken. She doesn’t listen when he tells her to stop. She doesn’t rest for a moment, cutting down the foes they encounter as fast as she could before moving on.
When is it enough, he wonders? The hellscape seemed like miles away now, yet still, she runs with a frequent apology on her lips for any additional pain she causes him. He is heavier than she is, this he knows, but she carries him as carefully as she can while he protests. She suffers more than he does, she just doesn’t admit it, and Cú was almost ready to force his hand. “Arturia, please,” he begs, as unlike her, he was witness to the rather endless stream of blood spouting from her torso. “Please, stop.”
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