#astolfo x reader

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

fate girls with someone who just doesn't eat much? like one meal a day-type person

(F/GO) Artoria, Mordred, and Astolfo with a Reader who doesn't eat

SURPRISE ASTOLFO, GO! Also, I kinda feel this. I don't eat as often as I probably should. If I had a scary lady like Saber staring me down to eat, I'm eating. I weigh like, barely 115 anyway I should probably down a few cheeseburgers or something.

Artoria is simply...confused.

Eating is very important, if for nothing else than to give you energy to go throughout your day.

Especially in her past life, food could not have been taking for granted. So why on earth would (Y/N) not eat?

(Artoria) "Is your appetite ruined?"

(Y/N) "No, I'm just...not that hungry?"

Artoria's brows furrow noticeably, setting aside one of several plates for (Y/N) instead.

(Artoria) "Besides breakfast, I do not recall you eating at all. It is nearly three o'clock. Please, you need the energy."

As a servant, the wellbeing of her Master comes first and foremost. Even in a romantic relationship, she'd still insist that they eat at last three meals a day, just moreso in an accidental parental tone.

And she is very adamant about it too, no amount of arguing will get her to back down.

Besides, if (Y/N) doesn't make food, then that means SHE will get no food. And that is a BIG no no.

(Mordred) "Eh? The hell you mean you're not eating?"

Mordred is especially confused. She may not have been human in her past life, but that doesn't mean she'll turn down a tasty meal!

(Y/N) "You can just have my portion, Mordred-"

Her eyes twitch in annoyance as she lightly punches their shoulder.

(Mordred) "Oi! You calling me a pig?! Eat your damn food, what are you, five?!"

(Y/N) "...Mordred you're not even eating the vegetables on your-"

(Mordred) "This is about you, jackass!"

No food means no energy. No energy means no mana. And no mana, means death.

Mordred isn't just gonna let that slide. No Master of hers was gonna half-ass even eating!

(Mordred) "You know how good food is in this time versus mine?! Least you could do is chow down and finish the plate you've got!"

Her reaction is essentially the same, platonic or romantic.

Astolfo scoffs at the very notion that (Y/N) wasn't going to eat any more food today!

(Astolfo) "How can you let such a good meal go to waste?!"

(Y/N) "Astolfo, this is like the fifth beignet* we've eaten in the span of five minutes-"

*(French pastry)

(Astolfo) "Not my point, (Y/N)! You gotta keep up your energy, I don't wanna go home anytime soon because you're too tired!"

Astolfo wants (Y/N) to eat for both that reason, and because he's genuinely a little concerned at how little they eat in general.

That's not healthy for a human right?

Regardless, tasty food is only better when shared with friends!

In a romantic relationship, Astolfo gets significantly more pouty.

(Astolfo) "Lemme spoonfeed you already, I need help finishing this plate...!"

That was a boldfaced lie, but that wouldn't deter him the slightest, even if they did know it.

He had (Y/N) paid for the meal, and it was NOT going to be thrown away!

[aritsukemo]

Invisible Scars | Multiple Characters

Summary: In which the night before leaves you traumatized and causes your emotionally constipated/emotionally reserved friend to seek you out.

Warnings: Purposely vague descriptions ahead ( no names are mentioned besides yours ). Reader killed someone and is negatively reeling from it. Blood is mentioned but nothing seriously descriptive. All that said, read at your own risk!

A/N: I got the idea to write this after scrolling through @creativepromptsforwriting's sideblog and finding this prompt. I plan to tag characters who come to mind, but this is really an open drabble so feel free to imagine whomever you see fits! :D

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The high-pitched screech that bounced off the walls was a sound one would typically associate with tea at it's boiling point or maybe a hotpot screaming to be eaten. One thing that certainly would not have come to mind was a running faucet—specifically one that ran water so hot that it made even the durable metal cry out in pain.

The incessant shrieking, as annoying as it was, didn't faze the girl who sat before the sink. It was as if the noise was never there...which actually wouldn't be that far off from the truth.

In reality, she couldn't hear a thing aside from the same bloodcurdling screams.

Her hands worked as if they were trying to create a fire. They slide together at blinding speed, rubbing against one another so hard that a few more minutes of it would surely cause a tear in the skin of her palms.

Part of her wished that would actually happen.

A knock on the door sounds followed by the mellow hum of her friend's voice as he called from the other side, "Y/n. Are you still in there? It's me."

Heavy silence replaces her much needed answer, and if it weren't for the faint sound of running water, he would've been none the wiser in assuming she wasn't in there. Since that wasn't the case, however, he had no other choice but to try again.

"Y/n," He calls only for the same result. He then tries a third time, "Y/n!"

Silence. He sighs. Guess he has no other choice.

"Forgive the intrusion," With that gentle request serving as a small warning, he takes his time to twist the knob, giving her more than enough time to make herself presentable if need be as he swung the door open at a turtle's pace and peered inside.

As he suspected, she was standing at the sink, her back facing the door and preventing him from seeing what she was doing—not that he needed to. The steam, the running water, the uncomfortable sound of her hands sloshing together and sounding like two blades clashing...it all gave him an inkling of what was happening.

But how long has she been doing this for? He was almost to scared to ask. Almost.

"You've been in here for a while now," He said, and unlike his usual tone, his voice was dipped in uncharacteristic gentleness and sounded rather withheld. It was as if he was being held at swordpoint, and even then, it was surprising to hear him sound that way.

Maybe if she was paying attention she would've heard it and teased him about it. Possibly cracked a joke or two about him finally growing soft enough to warm up to her after all these years.

But instead he received silence and that scared him more than any enemy he's has faced in his lifetime.

"Hey," He called out again, but this time more sternly. He also didn't give her nearly as much time to answer. Not that she likely would.

"You can stop now. I doubt your hands are that dirty.." He's slow with his steps, closing the distance bit by bit, "Hell, by now, your hands are probably cleaner than mine."

She doesn't move, flinch, or do anything that would acknowledge that his words had reached her. It was as if she was in a trance, put under a spell of some kind or was a victim to some hypnotism caused by unknown means.

In a sense, what was happening right now was kinda like that.

In the matter of a minute or so, he's close enough to reach out for her delicate wrist. He does just that, but not too long after he snatches his hand away. He then paused, looking at his hand before looking back up at her with horrid shock gleaming off his hues.

This water was hot. Really hot. Hotter than any water boiled for food or tea.. He's surprised that the droplets don't just evaporate as soon as they leave the faucet.

"You don't feel that?" He leans in, getting closer to her face as his brows furrow, "Does that not hurt?"

He already knew the answer—of course it did—but the fact that she wouldn't answer him struck a nerve and in the end he finds himself grabbing her roughly by the wrist and snatching her away from that molten lava altogether.

He shuts off the water quickly after that, putting the annoying whistling it produced to an abrupt end. It seemed only then that the trance she was put under was broken and she was finally able to think and move for herself again.

As he lets go of her wrist, she finds herself opening her palms and staring down at them. She stares for a long while. Just opening and closing her palms repeatedly and rubbing her fingertips together, as if she was examining a foreign object.

The skin of her palms looked as if she had ran them across a rough surface for an hour; puffy with an angry hue of red to them.

They were a deep shade, just like... She clenches her teeth. He's quick to notice.

"If this is about the other day.." He began, his words dying in his throat as he watched as she flinched away at his very words.

He knew this would happen in the end. He tried to warn them all but nobody wanted to listen to reason. They sent this fragile glasswork into that cage of knives and sharp fangs without a care in the world and left him with the job of mending anything that was broken back together.

It truly irked him. More than something like this usually would.

"If... If you were in my shoes yesterday.." She began slowly and quietly, and despite her voice sounding like a mouse's squeak and a part of his blood boiling at the sound of it, he bit his tongue and held back his snapping comment.

Right now was not the time to be reckless. Too hard of a hit—or any pressure at all really—would cause his dear friend to shatter into a million pieces and he can't have that. How would he be able to fix her up in that condition?

"If you were me last night, if... If you had your weapon to that person's throat. ...If they begged you through their sobs and reduced to a blubbering mess...going on and on about how they needed to live.." She pauses, whether that was because she noticed how her voice grew more and more unsteady with every word she spoke or the fact that her hands had begun to tremble was unknown to even her. It seemed that at this point she was unsure of, well, everything.

And at that point, her friend saw no better of a time than to take a risk and speak his mind.

"If you plan to continue on to ask me if I would've still killed them than let me spare us both the time; I would in a heartbeat."

She laughs at him, her giggle sounding like a sick bird trying to sing. It should be comforting to here despite it's raspiness. After all, despite it not sounding exactly like her usual laughter, it's a miracle she's able to laugh at all. He should be sighing out of relief that she still seems to be gripping onto her sanity enough to find humor in such a dank situation.

But he couldn't, and all because of the simple fact that he had grown used to her sounding so full of life. It was truly a pity.

"I suppose that was a silly question of me to ask you of all people."

In all this time, he's noticed she hasn't looked up from her hands once. It was unnerving to see her like this, but there was nothing he could truly do about it. He could direct her attention elsewhere, sure, but that wouldn't stop the swarming of her thoughts or reduce her heightened awareness of what was once staining her hands and forearms. And, it surely wouldn't halt the constant loop of that incident from playing in her mind—that moment of her taking a life with her own hands, in a quite grotesque way at that.

Her mind was stained just like her skin and just like how she couldn't truly rid herself of the grimy feeling of blood sticking to her skin no matter how hard she scrubbed, he couldn't wipe her mind of what happened. They were both truly powerless.

But he had to do something. Now that they've gotten her foot out of the door, she has to walk through it. There's no backing out of this, she knew this when she went on that mission yesterday. There was no way but forward. He knew that better than anyone.

"Nevermind what happened, come on," He slides his hand up her arm, over her shoulder, and dips down to the upper part of her back where he gently pushes her in the direction of the door, all as he tells her, "You should get off your feet and actually rest. You'll need it for tomorrow.."

For the first time that night, she glances up at him. It was for a mere moment, but that quick second was all he needed. Her eyes..were like a starless sky; completely devoid of it's usually glimmer of life. It was as if he was staring at a solider who's spent the last decade at war.

Truly astounding how such a look was formed just after a single night.

Wordlessly, she allows him to push her in the direction of the door as if she weighed nothing. She walked slowly, and as she did she looked back down at her clean, reddened hands. Her eyes sinking even more as she does.

She finds herself wondering if the blood she felt would ever go away—if it were possible that her palms would be capable of ever being truly clean again—and that led her to softly murmur to the only one she could think of turning to; her companion and partner in crime, him.

"Does it.. Does this ever get better?" She asks to which she receives probably the heaviest sigh she's ever heard in her life. It tells her all she needs to know but does little to quell the turmoil in her heart. It has her questioning if she'll be able to handle the path forward. If she'll reach the end or go insane halfway through.

Whatever happens, she finds herself praying that she'll be able to walk this path hand in hand with someone who's treaded this gravel before.

..And it so happens that a person like that is leading her to her bedroom right now. How convenient.

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

[lapis-tarta]

Hand in Hand

Astolfo Granatum x reader

Part 1/3

(Helloooo! So... I'm a regular person that is watching The Case Study of Vanitas and ended up loving Astolfo. After everything i learned about him in the anime and Vol. 11, i needed a way of comforting him, and what better way to write fanfics!!!... Clow music plays... Anyway! I hope you like it, either way i made it for myself and just ended up sharing som.. hope you enjoy it. If you have a request about any VnC character or a character from a fandom i have posted about, don't hesitate to send me!)

Today, you had a mission with Astolfo's squad, to go to an abandoned place where it's said that some vampires fled to, and kill them.

The team was getting ready, putting on cloaks, sharpening swords.

You were the healer of the group, the one to help an injured chasseur in case they were so badly injured that they wouldn't be able to make it through the return journey and rush to the medics.

And well... Being positioned on Astolfo's unit... Had it's challenges.

Astolfo would always let you help anyone who gets hurt, but the problem is... He NEVER lets you take care of him.

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"Oh my, you have a burn in you cheek. Here, this ointment will-..."

Before you were able to apply the ointment, Astolfo took a step back with a scowl on his face.

"Who told you you could touch me?"

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"Captain Astolfo! Your head is bleeding! Here let me..."

Before you could approach him with bandages, he was walking away.

"Tch, I'm fine, it's not like I'm going to die." He'd say arrogantly, having you frozen in place with an expression of pure confusion in your face

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"Captain Astolfo! Your leg have been stabbed! Here, come sit and I'll bandag-..."

He turned to you like you were talking crazy.

"What? Are you an idiot? The vampire is still alive, have to slain the heretic!"

And like that he injected himself with some of the chasseur's medicine to numb the pain and started walking after the vampire.

"WITH ME!!!" He yeld at Marco and the rest of his unit.

Your eyes were wide with disbelief.

"WHA-... WAIT! COME BACK! YOU CAN'T JUST.... Uuhhmph..."

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Yep, he pretty much avoided any kind of help, he simply dismissed and hummed arrogantly.

When you were hired as a healer for the church's anti-vampire unit, you were trembling to say the least. I mean...? You'd follow chassuers on their missions to kill vampires, watch the fights to observe which members got injured and then TAKE ACTION? Rather stressful working environment.

Roland Fortis was the first one to greet you with a sunny smile and a CRUSHING hug, unlike his partner, Olivier, who simply nodded and told you to catch up.

When you were assigned to work on Astolfo's unit, Roland said:

"Oh you have nothing to worry about, dear Y/n! Astolfo isn't that bad! He can be a bit... Loud.. and insulting... But other than that, I'm sure you two will get perfectly along!" He said encouragingly. " Astolfo doesn't have many friends you see! I'm sure the moment he'll lay his eyes on you he'll give you a warm welcome to the unit!"

Yea... Well... How do you define warm?

Warm was sure not the feeling you felt when Astolfo glowered at you when they introduced you.

Though, considering everyone in the church's chassuers unit was an grown adult, you felt a bit more relaxed having Astolfo as captain of the unit. It gave you the illusion that you weren't as much out of place as you'd thought.

And as the weeks pasted, Astolfo seemed to address to you more and more when he felt like making a small talk with someone. It seemed that the more you worked with him, the more he got used to your presence and maybe grew a bit more comfortable in it.

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"I can't believe Roland forced me out of my room just to eat that disgusting lunch."

Astolfo said with a scowl as he sat down on the desk of the small library.

You giggled from over the crouch of the library with a file on your lap.

"It wasn't that bad! Captain Roland is really creative when it comes to cooking. You know, i quite liked that soup." You stated. "Though, i do think there were some bits of fish in that chicken soup." You said skeptically as you stretched your tongue to move a piece of meat out from between your teeth.

Astolfo looked over at you with disbelief and wide eyes before giggling.

"Oh great, then please have my dinner portion as well." He said and crossed his legs and hands. "Though if you like Roland's cooking, i suggest you have your taste buds checked."

You giggled and looked down at the papers in you lap.

Let's just say you couldn't help but grow attracted to the young Paladin. His pink, silky hair, his soft pale skin, his nice pitched voice, he slim but steady body. He may be a bit short but he certainly had his own charm, after all he definitely wasn't shorter than you.

"So! They say our next mission will be on an abandoned mansion. Sounds creepy, hah."

You said at you read the details of he mission, when you picked up Astolfo's quietness.

"Mm? Captain Astolfo? Are you alright?" You titled your head.

The young Paladin kept his eyes away from your direction.

"Tch, of course i am? Why do you ask? Can't you see I'm thinking?" He complained.

"Well, you usually love to criticise every location of our assistanted missions. This old mansion is said to be abandoned... Oh boy and quite bloodied they say? Jeez, what happened to the place" You continued as you looked through the pictures in the file with the information.

His body froze for a second and his bottom lip quivered before standing up with an annoyed huff and walking out of the room aggressively.

You blinked surprise and felt an ache of anxiety reach your chest.

"Astolfo? W-wait! I'm sorry, what did i-"

Before you could finish, he left the room, and when he crossed the door, Olivier entered a bit confused by the way Astolfo nudged his shoulder of his way out. "What the-"

The long raven haired man turned to you with an annoyed expression.

"What's with him" He asked, pointing at the door with his thumb.

You looked up at the Paladin unprepared.

"I... Don't know. I talked to him about our next mission and he got kind of upset." You looked down at the map with the information about the mission.

Olivier signed and walked towards you.

"Well, Astolfo can never be quite satisfied, no matter the circumstances of his missions." He leaned over your shoulder and took a look at the information on your lap. When his eyes met the pictures of the mansion a surprised breath left his lips. He knew that place, and he visited the family that luved there a lot of times with his father, before it became abandoned.

You noticed the change in the atmosphere and looked up at him.

"Huh? What's wrong? Do you recognise this place?" You asked curiously.

"....Y/n, that's Astolfo's old family house"

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You felt you body freeze and your heart squeeze in sadness.

Astolfo's old home? This... Blooded, dark, miserable mansion? You almost heard you heart crack at the unexpected news.

You knew Astolfo must have come from a noble house, after all, he had way of acting quite spoiled around other people. But you didn't know something traumatic happened in his past.

When the moon come out and brightened up the dark sky, you got out of your bed and wore your soft slippers before lighting a candle and leaving your room. You walked through the dark catacombs and made your way to Rolands room.

When you knocked, Roland cracked the door open with a surprised expression. He was probably getting ready to sleep.

"Oh? Y/n?! What a surprise. Bonne soirée! Come in!" His emerald eyes shined and he opened the door to invite you in. You walked in humbly, holding the candle on one hand and with the other, hugging the file to your chest.

"Bonjour Roland, I'm so sorry to interrupt."

"Oh no, no need to apologise! I love having visitors, no matter what time it is. My door is always open for you!" He said with a bright smile on his face, which was decorated by his blond curls.

"How can i help you?" He asked and gestured over his table.

You smiled and took a seat. "Soo... Umm... Astolfo has a new mission, he got upset when he learnt about the location and walked away. Monsieur Olivier told me this is his old house...?" You hesitantly presented the pictures at Roland, acknowledging the sensitivity of the subject.

Roland's eyes wided and his face darkened.

"O-oh... That mansion?"

You nodded.

He leaned forward on his seat and suppoted his elbows upon his knew.

"Well... I don't know if I'm in position to talk about Astolfo's past... But let's just say that his family mansion was indeed raided."

Your chest tightened and your palms got sweaty. "...What happened...?"

Roland looked down. "Astolfo's family got murdered by vampires." Your eyes wided and a silent gasp left your lips. "The young boy... He was far too kind...."

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When you were walking through the dark catacombs, you tried to prosses the new information, your hand that held the candle trembling.

Astolfo's family was killed by vampires?

How did that happened?

Wasn't house Granatum known for it's high rank among the Paladins?

Was that why Astolfo refuses to be treated and always neglected the needs of his body in missions?

Because killing vampire has been his top priority as an act of justice for his family?

Without realising it, you made your way to the library. Mira gleefully (tipsy) greeted you and let you in.

You placed the candle on the desk and looked around the bookshelves.

"Mm... There must be a book or a piece of newspaper about the Granatum Tragedy... I heard Monsieur Georze and Maria say that-"

"What are you doing?"

"GHHAAA!" You squeaked and jumped as you heard a stern familiar voice behind you. You slowly turned around to meet with Astolfo's form, sitting on a desk with a book and a warm light, wearing his white shirt with a pastel coloured cotton shawl around his shoulders. He started at you with a quiet expression and a raised eyebrow in criticism.

You felt your face heating up in embarrassed and panic.

"I-i uummm... Well... I uuhh... You see i was.."

You tried to find the words and his expression hardened.

"It's a simple question, really." He said.

"Yes. Uumm, i was looking for information about the location of our next mission! That way i could know if there is a room with medicines in the mansion in case of emergency! Y-you know... To take what remained-"

"There is indeed a room with medicines and firs aid kit." He interrupted and looke down at his book to pretend to keep reading.

Your eyes wided and you blinked surprised, as you didn't expect of him to actually show evidence that he knows of the place.

"O-oh really? How nice... I'll make sure to see if there are any medicines left in this... Beautifully... Wonderful... Abandoned... Mansion...." You said nervously, spitting one nonsense after another in an attempt to not offend his dear old home.

He looked up from his book and raised an eyebrow at you in with an annoyed expression.

"Soooo... How do you know that mansion so well to know there are medicines and a first aid kit?"

His faces turned even more annoyed. "Every building has at least a first aid kit and some medicine. It's not rocket science."

She blushed in embarrassment and looked down. "Right! Right... Sorry..."

Astolfo noticed your rosy cheeks and his face softened just a little before slightly blushing too and turning his eyes back on his book. "But if you must know... That used to be my home once, the mansion of House Granatum."

Your eyes wided.

So he was willing to let his connection with that place be known.

You acted like you didn't already know that from Roland.

"O-oh really? How come?"

He sighed annoyed and stood up, closing his book with a slight thumb.

"Tch, jeez go to sleep, we have a long mission tomorrow, freak." He crossed the room and turned around to take one last look at you. You we still standing on your knees upon the couch to look through the bookshelve, two books fallen on the couch and floor from the moment he startled you earlier. Your expression nervous and guilty like a cat being lifted by it's nape.

The corners of his lips threatened to lift up into an entertained smile.

"Don't stay up late, okay?" He huffed "Night cherie." He closed the door behind him and left you frozen in your place, with your cheeks slowly warming up.

uh?

UUUHH??

She blushed madly and tried to prosses what just happened.

(You can bet when Astolfo reached his room, he freaked out and screamed in his pillow.

"WHAT DID I SAID??? "cHeRiEeeEeE" BLEH!! I'M SUCH AND IDIOT!!!" He kept yelling at his pillow and then covered his burning face with his pastel pink cotton shawl.)

[haz3-daz3]

I've never seen anyone write for Fate before, I'd be really happy to request from you if it's alright with you. If a request is okay with you, could the reader be an ocarina player who was shunned for playing where she came from? She's forced to enter the Holy Grail war and summons Astolfo. Reader apologizes to Astolfo often over time as she feels she'll let him down. She reveals she really just wanted to be a musician, and Astolfo becomes supportive of her goal. For the first time, reader feels reassures that her dream was worth chasing.

I gotchu covered!

Hope this is to your likinggg (￣ω￣)

im so sorry in advanced if Astolfo's OOC (ಥ﹏ಥ)

There are also a ton of other ocarinas so I uh chose the 12-hole ones because hey, Charlemagne’s 12 Paladins, ya know?

I also have no experiences with ocarinas so im sorry if the depiction is lacking (ﾉω･､)

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Astolfo x OcarinaPlayer!Reader

"Join the Holy Grail War, they said, it would be fun they said. Well no they didn't say that, more like they pushed me into it so, ha, I guess..."

Y/N sat in one of the sterile rooms of this secretly-owned-by-the-Mages' Association-motel. One where her parents specifically got for her since...well, she's the one representing the family in the War. The Holy Grail War.

The Servant she summoned; perpetually perky, pink-haired paladin only hummed in response. A gauntlet-wearing hand scratching the side of his rather pretty, fair-skinned face as he processed this information.

Rider Class Servant. True Name Astolfo, One of Charlemagne’s Twelve Paladins. Rider of The Hippogriff. And apparently a cross-dresser no thanks to a certain fellow Paladin going insane, but details, details.

"I see." He said, it was pretty generic, and it honestly sort of grated on Astolfo's nerves too. "For what it's worth, I think you're doing well as my Master." He tried; optimistic purple-pink eyes trained on his Master's face who in turn just shrugged, clearly not convinced. "For now, that is." She said, eyes suddenly finding the corner of the room interesting. “Just you wait, I’ll let you down eventually…” She muttered, more to herself than to him but he still heard her.

He crossed his arms, a sigh leaving his lips as he looked around the room. The white sheets of the bed, brown wood furniture, some strange colored shell-looking object with holes, tiled floors—

Hey wait a moment.

Astolfo perked up in curiosity at the vaguely hair dryer shaped trinket on the end table of the bed, right beside where his Master sat. His footsteps light as he came near, picking it up and noticing the 12-holes around it. But purpose did it serve?

“That’s my ocarina.” His Master said, finally not looking as glum. A slight sheen in her non-battle-hardened eyes, her attention completely on the thing he held. “An ocarina?” While the Grail did give Astolfo basic knowledge about the era he’s summoned in, he’s not entirely sure what an ocarina is. Still confused on what those 12-holes are for. “Is it for decoration?”

“No, silly.” His Master chuckled, looking nothing like that girl who was so insistent that she’d disappoint as his Master. “Here let me show you,” she said, gently taking the ocarina as she grasped it with both hands and placed her faintly pink lips on the “handle”? Astolfo does not know his ocarina anatomy.

She blew, and a tune came out. “It’s an instrument? Amazing…” Astolfo said, his voice trailing off. Noticing how his Master seemed to be encouraged by his interest.

“My peers don’t think it’s amazing; a waste of time, they call it.” Y/N said, shoulders sagging but she still held the ocarina like it was her greatest treasure.

Astolfo bristled at that, a waste of time? Preposterous, something that brings joy to someone was not a waste of time to the cross-dressing Paladin. “Why don’t you play me something, Master? I wanna hear a tune!” He said, hoping to somewhat cheer her up.

Y/N hesitated, looking at him, expecting mockery, but all she saw was genuine curiosity. Well, he was a knight, not to mention her Servant so maybe he’s just being nice, she rationalized. Not really used to the earnestness in those rosy eyes.

“Okay, just one.” She said, placing her lips on the windway, opting for that one song she first learned. Though she highly doubts Astolfo knows what a video game is.

Astolfo sat down beside her, wondering how she was to play with the wind instrument. But he didn’t need to dwell long before a sweet tune filled the room, silencing his more chaotic thoughts and his evaporation of reason. Sanity intact.

Lashes fluttered close, fingers deftly covering and freeing the air from the numerous holes and producing different tones. He still doesn’t know how this ocarina worked, all he knows is that whatever she’s doing, it’s soothing.

Astolfo couldn’t help the tapping on his foot, or the subtle sway as he let himself be lost in the music, breathing evenly.

But it was quickly silenced when both of them suddenly felt a presence. Astolfo could sense a Servant, the stench of mana unmistakable. And while anger never came quick to him, tonight, he was irritated. His Master didn’t finish the song.

His lance appeared in his hand in a swirl of wind, cloak donning his shoulders. And even Y/N looked dejected she didn’t finish her playing, taking a deep breath as she stood. “Let’s get to it, then.” She said, eyes determined and trained on Astolfo.

Astolfo grinned, a shot of smugness as he leveled the lance, resting on his shoulder. “Okay, and after that, could you finish the song for me?”

Y/N looked surprised at that, freezing a moment before she returned his smile, a sight that further gave Astolfo a rush of bravado.

“I’ll play you as many songs as you want.”

[yuichi-ro]

Astolfo x fem!vamp!Reader

─i just need a part of me to be inside him ok i need to feed Astolfo my blood cw: fem!Reader, dark content, power play, withdrawal symptoms, codependency, some sacrilegious context, consensual selfharm(?), cannibalistic themes, blood/consumption of it, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, general smut, unedited word count: 2.5k

Rosary beads clinking against your bed frame. The shift of the body above you causing the freshly discarded emblem of the church to tap against your headboard every time he moved. Astolfo dragging himself up the length of you. 

Eyes heavily lidded. Cheeks flush with such a lively hue to them. Fixated on you under him. Staring up at his eyes you could swear you could see your own reflection in his dilated pupils. And what a lovely sight it was. 

“...more-” Voice groggy and thick with a fog clouding his mind, when Astolfo finally said the first words since entering your room unannounced at such an hour it could only make your heart flutter in your chest, “I need more- You horrific beast give me more of your blood-”

Tilting your head to the side. Giving him nothing but a playful smile on your lips when Astolfo trembled above you. His legs caging you under him in a cute display of what little say he actually had in this outcome. Demands being made of you that only brought a bigger smile to your face.

“More of my blood?” You remained motionless under the chasseur even when he dropped down closer to you. Hands on either side of your face as a wall of pink hair came on either side of you. But all you could see was the beautiful desperation in his human eyes, “Careful now little lamb, we wouldn’t want you getting addicted to a lowly vampire after all.”

Twisting his fists in the blankets under your head. The moral fight waging itself within the chasseur’s mind was so wonderfully on display. Unable to keep from smiling when he snapped at you after making such a demand.

“Silence!” Astolfo feigned every ounce of dominance he had over you. Squeezing your hips tighter between his legs and even bringing his face lower to yours like that would intimidate you, “Foul beast I-” Words caught in his throat it seemed Astolfo had used up with moxy he’d accumulated to just come into your room so brazenly. Crumpling on top of you the chasseur’s let out an ugly loud choking sob into the crook of your neck, “Please- Please give that to me again vampire- I- I’ve never felt that way before I just- I want it again-”

Such desire. Such truth to his words. You hadn’t heard them in so long. Making such a pitifully perfect plea for you of all things.

“If you keep it up,” Your voice tickling the nape of his neck even as your lips brushed just his ear, “It will not end. You will forsake such a thing like the church for a vampire. Taste of me more...and you’ll surely die little lamb.”

The surprise shake to his head. Astolfo’s head shaking gaining in ferocity. Until he was hovering back above you with tears streaming down his cheeks with arms on either side of your head, “I don’t care- Please- You wretched vile thing I just- I want it-”

Hushing him gently. You reached up to cradle his face in your palms. Astolfo quickly pressing his tear stained cheek into your touch. Snot beginning to dribble from his nose even as he sniffled above you. Giving you the weight of most of his body the second you touched him. Lucky that you weren’t going to drop him as he cried above you.

“Poor little lamb...” You took him into your embrace. Bringing his face back to your neck. Feeling the sliminess of his snot and tears stain your nightgown’s collar as well as your neck. The chasseur’s body trembling above you like that of an addict looking for it’s next fix. Withdrawing from something that only a day ago he’d forsake with every fiber of his being. However desperate the situation was you couldn’t help the smile creeping up on your lips when you pressed a kiss to the side of his head and inhaled his ever so intoxicating aroma, “Listen, and listen well my little lamb...I will let you have as much as you want, but on one condition.”

For the first time since entering you room at such an ungodly hour his eyes seemed to focus on you if even for the moment. Astolfo staring down at you with a lust that transcended just a need for flesh and yet he couldn’t explain any of how he felt.

“...you will give yourself to me, above all else.” You stopped him before he could rebuke that. Finger to his lips and his face deepening to a scowl but you carried on in a low hushed whisper, “You taste too good for me to watch my manners. Either give all of yourself to me, and I return the favor to you, or you must leave at once little chasseur. Do you understand?”

As fevered as his actions had been when he came in. Now for the first time Astolfo gained some of his senses to truly understand what you meant. Give himself to a vampire, of all things, as a man of the church it was worthy of death. But then the clinch of the rosary beads above your heads caught his attention. Staring at them in the glimmer of light in the room. As they swayed and rattled across the wood of the headboard. He was a chasseur yes. But then he couldn’t deny all that the church had taken from him either. And within that laid his answer.

“Yes.” Astolfo mumbled, “Yes I- I understand.”

“I will drink of no blood but yours little lamb. Know this.”

“Drink of me.” Astolfo grabbed both sides of your face. Pulling you to him as he leaned down in unison. Hardly a couple of inches from your face with that wild look in his eyes taking over once again, “Never drink of anyone outside me. I forbid it. I- I’ll- I’ll kill you if you so much as ever taste another’s blood. You wretched, disgusting, foul-”

“Shhh now,” You quieted his rambling that was escalating quickly to tears again. While he still held your face you only smiled and took his delicate face into your own grasp, “I will drink only of you, Astolfo Granatum, you have my word.”

A tenseness washed over him and he could be felt gripping your face inadvertently tighter, “How- How do I know you mean it? A vampire like you could just lie and get your way.”

True. But you weren’t lying. Not now at least.

Leaning into him you didn’t sink your teeth into his neck as he expected. Instead Astolfo’s eyes widened when what you went for were his lips. Kissing him passionately with his face in your palms. Holding him still until he finally leaned into the kiss as well as the taste of blood. Unsure if it was his own or yours. Astolfo didn’t hold in the moan very well bubbling up in his chest as his tongue wrestled with yours in the blood twanged mixture of saliva between the heated kiss. 

Pulling away revealed the blood came from a split in your lips. One you’d caused yourself by sinking your own fangs into your lip. Astolfo couldn’t help but stare fixated on the crimson drip on your lips. Licking his own for any remnants of spit and blood on his lips from the kiss.

Lips parted slightly he saw only the red of your blood but heard your words so clear, “Because I will give you my blood little lamb. I’ll share with you the closest thing to me. Bits and pieces of me I hope you eat up every day until one of us dies.”

No thought to it. Astolfo lurked forward. Not only to smash his lips onto yours. But drag his tongue along your split bottom lip. Hungry for more of you. Fueled by nothing but that desire for more of you to pass his lips. Spit, blood, both, he did not care. Only driven to consume you in ways he wished to be consumed himself.

Rocking his hips on your lap. Slowly picking up pace as he did so. You in your thin white nightgown. The chasseur in his undergarments. No arrangement that a decent human or vampire should find themselves in. But as your blood seeped into the kiss and he desired more. The clothes would soon become an issue. 

Having his turn to satiate a need as such. Soon it was your turn. 

Hand behind his head. Dragging a kiss drunk Astolfo to you once more. Bodies shifting from their orginal spots to a much more comfortable dynamic. The chasseur between your legs. Gown riding up your thighs in the dim room. Pressed more and more into yourself as you forced Astolfo down to your level. His face to be buried in your neck. All while you swept aside his pink hair.

Like you could see his veins pulsating under his skin. You hadn’t felt this way about anyone, human or vampire, in well over a hundred years. Arousing a thirst in you that you’d forgotten about ages ago.

Jaw unhinged. As wide as you could manage in fact. Astolfo’s meager moan was stifled when the human bit down lightly on your own neck. Nothing in comparison though when you sunk your teeth into him. Gush of blood igniting your senses. He tasted like nothing you’d ever had before. Leading you to grab onto him even tighter. Astolfo’s body willing and leaning more into you. The press of his hips into yours. Creak of the bed as you both moved. His discarded rosary beads tapping against the bed post as you fed on the church man himself.

Just like before, when both your senses went swimming in the most lovely way. Astolfo dazed and succumbing to the feeling of your saliva more potent than any drug known to human. And you ravaging his neck as his blood drooled into your maw and you devoured him like a fine meal. Such chemistry working wonders on your bodies. Soon enough it was evident enough even in your blood gorging to feel his clothed cock press against your hardly clothed core. 

Even in his daze Astolfo was rutting his hips into you. Mindlessly in fact as he was absorbed in letting you feast on him. His labored breathing in your ear with his weight baring down on you. All while his cock strained against his nightwear and he kept pressing it harder against your in an attempt to alleviate his flush body. 

“...would you like more of me, little lamb?” Blood covered lips mumbling into the wound on his neck. Slowly you were pulling up your gown until he was rubbing against your silken panties and that was all, “I’ll give you more of me if you ask.”

First a nod. Then a desperate amount of nodding as Astolfo couldn’t find his words, “Please- Make me feel- So much better-”

Kissing the bite marks on his neck. Just to dip your tongue in the intoxicating taste of his blood once more. You had little room to move with the way your bodies were smashed together. Unsure of the last time you took a lover. And if this chasseur in question ever had a lover. You continued to suck and feed off his neck as you pulled your own panties aside and helped him pull his drawers down. Before you knew it though Astolfo was rubbing his cock against your slit. 

Soaked from the affects of his blood. Feeding on the perfect match truly the best aphrodisiac any human or vampire could ask for. 

With his blood in your system. And your magic as well as the lingering taste of the bloodied kiss in him. Astolfo throbbed against your cunt. Moaning into your neck and pushing into you more. Weighted down by his frame on you but too out of it to make an assured temp. You honestly no better but with help the two of you were able to find the mark.

Sinking down to the hilt in you. Warm, wet gummy walls twitching around his cock. Astolfo groaned without care for who heard. Unable to comprehend the magical feeling taking him over. Your legs curling around his hips. Clutching him tight to you as you continued to lick up the blood seeping out of his wound. It didn’t take long to find the human moving his hips in such a natural way.

“F-Fuck-” Astolfo dug his fingertips into your shoulders as he held onto you. You weren’t about to go anywhere though with all of him on top of you like this. Pushing his cock as deep into you as he could. Simply giving your cervix the lightest kiss. Before pulling back and doing all over again. His body taking over in a haze. Astolfo’s hips only moving with more frantic nature the closer he got to an orgasm.

“Don’t stop-” You demanded breathlessly under him. Hearing you in fact surprised the chasseur and he opened his eyes to see you staving off your own pleasure in the moments following, “Don’t- Don’t you stop- Fuck- Haven’t- Haven’t in so long-”

No idea what you were babbling about. Astolfo got a crash course what you meant with his thrusts were faltered by your shuddering body.

With his blood on your lips. Gasping with a full body tremble stealing your voice away. Only pleading moans along with his name spilling past your bloodied lips. He felt as much as he saw. Your walls clamping down on him making it hard to keep his rhythm. But god how it felt so much better with whatever you were doing. Little knowledge that you were cumming on him and no time to think about it either as Astolfo felt his stomach tighten and his muscles cramp. 

Overcome with euphoria. Forehead dewy and damp pressed to your own. The chasseur couldn’t stop the lewd snapping of his hips when his orgasm over took him. Driving himself as deep into you as possible. Cock twitching inside your walls just to coat them with gooey cum. Thick seed violating your deepest parts as the chasseur loomed over you hardly able to keep himself propped up on his elbows in the throws of such pleasure. 

Come down only from the high of an orgasm. Still floating so effortlessly from the way your feeding made the both of you feel. Astolfo collapsed on top of you. Cock still buried inside you but growing softer by the minute. And the sweet tempting taste of his dried blood on his neck where you bit him. Making you clench around him to be so close to the taste of him. Astolfo moaning above you but utterly too weak to do anything. You finally couldn’t help it.

Flinging him off of you. To replace yourself on top of him. Face going right to his neck. Kitten licks as you cleaned up the blood that seeped out. But did not drink more from him. The tired chasseur trying to catch his breath under you. Only enough energy to raise his hand to gently cup the back of your head as you licked him clean of blood.

The same clinch of the rosary beads signaling how the two of you moved in bed. Until finally the they ceased any ruckus. Silence falling on the room as the two of you fell asleep more than content with the arrangement that had just been formed.

[thetaledeliveryservice]

How would Lancer Cu, Astolfo, Yan Qing, Diarmuid and Rider Medusa react to learning that thier Master LOVES massages and being rubbed, her head specifically is her favorite spot to be rubbed/massaged! I've always had a hc that Cu is super good at giving massages his warm hands also help with that.

Sorry I could only come up with some really short ideas for this one. The ideas did not want to cooperate with me

Cu Chulainn (Lancer)

The first time he finds out, he can't help the image of you as a dog flashing through his mind for a second.

He'll massage/pet the top of your head pretty much anytime you ask, he finds it pretty cute.

Astolfo

Physical affection is actually one of Astolfo's love languages, so upon finding this out he was over the moon.

He'll massage the top of your head as long as you hold him while he does so. He gets to give and receive affection, so it's perfect.

Yan Qing

He's another one who kind of gets the dog-like feeling from you once he finds out. Especially once he saw you basically melt the first time he massaged your head.

He often does it when you need to chill out, or when he just wants to watch you melt into his touch.

Diarmuid

He found out by accident. He went to give you an affectionate head pat and watched you just melt into his touch. Now it's become a routine thing for the two of you.

During the quiet moments in Chaldea, you can easily be found leaning against him while he massages the top of you head, the two of you just relaxing.

Medusa (Rider)

This version of Medusa isn't... as big of a fan of a lot of physical touch as many of the other servants. But the exception to that seems to be you.

She'll give you the massages you want in private mainly, since this sort of thing is a very private and intimate thing to her that she doesn't want to share with anyone else.

[fandom-go-round]

Astolfo from the fate/grand order game is sexy, but there's NO smut of them that I could find that isn't super objectifying and fetishistic (all of it is about them being a tr*p or a sissy uggh 🤢) Can ya write some porn with feelings kinda nsfw head canons for a service top Astolfo and a lady master pretty please 🙏?

Fun fact, my girlfriend also loves Astolfo and this is a conversation we just had the other day. I will be referring to Astolfo with they/them pronouns here just as an fyi.

Warnings: Sex, Sexual Situations, Mentions of Insecurities, Edging, Mentioned Pain Kink, Implied Oversensitivity, Semi Public Sex, Implied Orgasm Denial

Astolfo loves to spoil you. They’re so excited to be in a relationship with you and the more time they can spend with you the better! This for sure goes in the bedroom as well; they love physical affection and sex is one of their favorite things to do. Some of this stems from the fact they worry they might not be good enough for you. It doesn’t happen often but if you notice they’re acting a little more aloof, more snuggles go a long way.

Astolfo has very few hard no’s when it comes to sex. They want to please you and are down for most things that you propose. They always want to make you feel good and let you relax after a long day. They won’t be too into hurting you or causing pain but love to edge you. You’re surprised the first time you mention it and their face lights up. Astolfo pays very good attention when they want to.

They have a bit of a sixth sense when it comes to you being horny. You can be doing your own thing all day, going from meeting to meeting and then Astolfo will just appear and drag you into a closet to get you off. You didn’t think you were craving anything right then and there but were quickly proven wrong. If you want things to be more hush hush, you’ll have to tell them explicitly.

Their favorite thing is to be between your legs, eating you out. They can stay down there for hours, edging you or letting you cum over and over. They’re more than happy to fuck you but will get you to cum on their face at least once. Astolfo never leaves you unsatisfied and they’ll happily boast about it if one of the other servants are giving them grief. You chose Astolfo for a reason and there’s no way they’re going to back out now.

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