ꗃ sum. after an unexpected battle against caster, archer finds himself exhausted and completely depleted of mana. when he returns to camp to find you asleep, he decides that desperate times call for desperate measures.
wc. 1.9k words
tags. emiya x fem!reader. 18+ mdni. dubcon (somnophilia). unprotected sex. twisted morals. you're a master in the holy grail war and archer is your servant.
a/n. okay so fate/stay night is a series that's very dear to me, and after rewatching unlimited blade works for the 5th time, i finally decided archer deserved a fic! <3
The clash of metal is still ringing in his ears when Emiya finally lets himself retreat. The forest around him is silent now, but it isn’t the kind that comforts— it presses in on him, heavy and humid, wrapping around the ache in his chest until it feels like he’s suffocating in it.
Every step is a reminder of how depleted he is. His combat boots drag against the ground, his feet catching on roots that he’d normally glide over without thought. His body is running on fumes, and his magical circuits sting like open wounds.
Caster should have been dead tonight. He knows that with a bone deep certainty. He had her pinned, her defenses collapsing, her rhythm faltering under the barrage of his blades. All he needed was one more strike, one final surge of mana to cut her down before she could recover. But that final strike never came. His reserves splintered like glass, and he was left with nothing but scraps of energy barely enough to hold her off long enough to escape.
Pathetic. That’s what it was.
He forces himself not to think about Saber. If he can’t eliminate Caster with everything he had left, then what hope is there when Saber comes for him? The answer claws at the back of his throat, bitter and obvious— there isn’t any.
His grip tightens on his bow until his knuckles blanch. He doesn’t even know why he’s still carrying the damn thing. It’s not like he has the mana to back it anymore. He can’t even pretend it gives him security. All it does is weigh him down.
And it all comes back to you.
You— his Master.
If it weren’t so bitterly ironic, he might have laughed. A novice thrown into a war meant for those raised to bleed for it. You have no lineage to speak of, no years of combat training, no arsenal of spells and strategies at your disposal. Just a name pulled from whatever cruel hand of fate thought it would be amusing to bind you to him. You’re inexperienced, frightened, reckless in ways that make his teeth grit. And yet you’re still alive. Still breathing, sleeping soundly in the safety of the camp he built for you.
A miracle, he thinks grimly. But miracles don’t win wars.
The summer night presses down like a wet cloth, sweat clinging to the back of his neck and soaking into the collar of his jacket. The cicadas have gone silent; even the forest seems to be holding its breath. Each step feels longer than the last, as if the path back to camp stretches on the more he thinks, the angrier he gets.
Because he shouldn’t feel this way toward you. He knows that. You didn’t ask to be dragged into the Holy Grail War any more than he asked to be summoned for it. You’re a pawn thrown onto the chessboard by chance, forced into a game you don’t understand. If anything, you’re as much a victim as he is.
But you’re so damn naïve.
Too trusting, too kind. You still believe in things like fairness, in the possibility of alliances, in the hope that someone out there might be persuaded to show mercy. He sees it in your eyes every time you hesitate, every time you ask questions instead of giving commands. It irritates him because it reminds him of who he used to be— before cynicism, before disappointment, before the world scraped every shred of idealism from his skin and left him with nothing but the scar tissue of reality.
You don’t know what it costs to fight a war. You don’t know what kind of sacrifices it demands. And if you keep that softness, that blind, foolish kindness, you’re going to die. Worse, you’re going to drag him down with you.
The thought makes his jaw clench so hard it pops.
Branches crack under his boots as he pushes forward, the dark canopy of leaves above broken only by the occasional sliver of moonlight. He forces himself to focus on the path, on the muscle memory of walking, because if he doesn’t, he’ll drown in the storm of his own frustration. The fight replaying in his mind. The hollow feeling in his chest where mana should be.
The sharp reminder that he is failing.
By the time the faint outline of camp appears through the trees, he’s wound tight as a bowstring. The tent sits quietly in the moonlight, a small pocket of peace in a world that’s anything but. He pauses at the edge of the clearing, staring at it.
You’ll be inside, asleep. Oblivious.
Oblivious to how close he came to death tonight. To how thin the line is between survival and annihilation. To the fact that he doesn’t have the strength to keep doing this much longer.
His stomach twists with something he doesn’t want to name— resentment, maybe, or envy. You can sleep. You can lie down, close your eyes, and drift into dreams without the weight of failure pressing against your skull. You can forget for a few hours that the world outside is tearing itself apart.
The anger simmers low in his chest as he finally moves forward, dragging the zipper of the tent open with a quiet rasp. The air inside is warmer, carrying the faint scent of you. His eyes adjust quickly in the dimness, and there you are— curled against your pillow, long lashes resting against your cheeks, lips parted slightly as your chest rises and falls with even breaths.
Part of him wants to shake you, to wake you and force you to face the impossibility of the moment: he can’t protect you like this. If you’re going to make it out alive, he needs more mana.
The solution is so simple. So simple it makes his stomach knot.
His eyes drag over you despite himself. The blanket has slipped higher, baring the curve of your thigh, practically glowing in the silver wash of moonlight. Your skin gleams, soft and unmarked by battle, free of scars or blemishes, untouched by the weight of the world he carries on his back.
If he touched you— if he took what he needed— his mana reserves would surge. It’d be enough to cut Caster down, and maybe, if he plays his cards right, secure him a victory against Saber. It would be efficient. Necessary. You wouldn’t even have to wake for it. He could keep you asleep and unaware, innocent while he dirtied his own hands.
It’s better than letting you die, isn’t it? Better than watching you bleed out because he was too weak to do what had to be done? If he carries the guilt, it spares you the grave. He’s no stranger to blood on his conscience; what’s one more sin if it means you survive another day?
It’s what a hero does— sacrifice himself, his soul, his humanity.
That’s what he tells himself as he steps out of his boots and slips beneath the blanket. He settles behind you, the warmth of his chest pressing faintly against your back. You don’t stir, not even when his fingers dip beneath your shirt, brushing over the smooth plane of your stomach. Your skin warms beneath his touch, and instantly, he feels it: a pull, subtle and unmistakable.
Mana swirls like heat gathering in his veins. It seeps into him the way warmth seeps into cold hands, spreading first in faint threads before rushing to fill every corner of him. The exhaustion in his bones loosens the slightest bit, and his body slackens with relief.
His hand lingers, fingers splaying wider across your stomach before drifting lower, tracing the curve of your hip. This time, you shiver beneath his touch, and his hand drops lower, slipping beneath the waistband of your shorts.
The heat of you rushes to meet him, and he swallows hard when the mana coursing into him sharpens— no longer a slow trickle but a steady, molten stream. He spreads you gently, coaxing your thighs apart with a nudge of his knee, and the motion draws you closer into him, your body fitting tighter against his.
To his surprise, you’re wet when his fingers stroke between your folds, as though your body already knows him, already welcomes what he takes. The sound of it is quiet, slick against the pads of his fingers, and his cock twitches, hardening against the constraint of his pants.
With a low curse, he drags his hand from your shorts and undoes his belt. The metallic click of the buckle sounds loud in the small space, but you still don’t move. His cock springs heavy and hard into his hand, and he tugs the seat of your shorts to the side before guiding it between your legs.
The contrast nearly undoes him— soft, hot, wet. He pushes forward just enough for the head to slip between your folds, spreading you open, and the mana answers instantly, rushing into him with such intensity that he groans low against your shoulder. It’s raw and consuming, every nerve alight as power surges through him in tandem with the pulse of his cock.
Carefully, he presses deeper. Each inch he sinks inside you magnifies the flow until his body trembles with the force of it, as though he is drawing strength straight from your soul. You take him without resistance, your walls clinging tight, and he has to bite down hard to keep from rutting into you all at once.
It takes a moment, but once he’s fully sheathed, he stills. The torrent of mana pouring into him is almost unbearable, and he wraps an arm around your waist, anchoring you against him as he breathes raggedly into your neck.
Then he begins to move. Slow at first, steady, each drag of his cock pulling another wave of energy into him. The sensation is overwhelming— pleasure adorned with sustenance, hunger answered with every thrust. His hips fall into rhythm, grinding deep, filling you again and again, while his free hand cups your breast under your shirt.
Your sleeping body responds despite your unconsciousness. Your nipple stiffens as a soft sigh spills past your lips, and the sound nearly shatters his resolve. His hips snap harder, and the mana blazes in his veins until it feels less like he’s feeding and more like he’s being burnt alive.
His climax builds swiftly, inevitable with the way your body grips him, the way your warmth welcomes every inch of him. When it comes, it’s violent, his cock twitching deep inside you as he spills with a muffled groan. The release tears through him like lightning, wracking his body as the final flood of mana surges in, flooding every nerve with raw vitality.
He clutches you tighter as he rides it out, hips pressed flush against your ass, filling you until he has nothing left to give. Only then does the trembling in his muscles subside, the ache of exhaustion replaced with heady relief.
But even spent, he doesn’t pull away. He stays buried inside you, softening slowly, the aftershocks of mana still flickering through him like embers. His face stays pressed into your hair, his voice a low rasp, almost reverent as he whispers:
Hi hello!! I want to request SFW, Archer Emiya x M! master where its the gruff care thingy, specifically the "Sit up and take the olate, im not going to handfeed you" i think that fits him very well
A/N: thank you for the first request, anon, i hope you enjoy this! Its kinda hard to write Emiya's stoic character, but i persist. A side of caster cu in the first half, i hope you dont mind.
3,07k words. Enjoy the read.
A thick layer of silence cloaked your room, broken only by the soft, rhythmic rise and fall of your chest. Curled beneath a mountain of blankets, you lay still, your face pale and etched with the strains of illness—albeit your face devoid of life, you feel your cheeks and forehead heating up with each intake of breath you take; your lungs ablaze.
You tilted your head with half lidded eyes, vision blurry as you slowly blink trying to make out the silhouette that's right next to you. You blink several times, attempting to get rid of the foggy haze clouding your mind. Not long, your head manages to recognize the patterns; blue fur robe, black tight crop top— your servant, Caster Cu Chulainn, sat perched on the edge of the bed.
No words were exchanged, instead, you feel his broad hand hovering over your forehead before gently placing it down. You wince slightly from the sudden contact, his hand cool against your fiery skin as your mouth opened slightly, taking in puffs of breaths.
Your heavy eyes are fighting to stay open as you try to peer into his gaze ; Caster's piercing crimson eyes, usually filled with a warrior's ferocity, held a tender concern as he monitored your temperature.
“Master, your temp ‘s way too high,” he sighs, pulling away his hand from your forehead while he lets out a small hiss, placing his hand back down on the sheets, “there's a cooling rune I could use, but I think archer wouldn't like that.”
Archer? Which archer?— your eyes squint as you're trying to figure out which archer he's implying to, that is until you saw the usual mischievous glint appearing in those crimson eyes, decorating his somewhat serious face.
You sighed, closing your eyes. Ah, Emiya. You remembered that Caster likes to tease Emiya about anything when it comes to you. Your archer has never been the type to directly say to you that he cares or worries for your well being, in fact, if you recall his words, it's anything but nice and caring.
You still remembered the moment he snatched the cooking utensils from your hands and said that you're better off not inside the kitchen. You saw the disappointed look in his eyes for a brief moment before your other servants snatched you away, trying to cheer you up.
“Maybe I should use it, see how archer reacts, eh?” your thoughts were broken off and your eyes opened as Caster stood up from the bed, now fully facing you with a sharp grin plastered on his face. One of his hands went up, index finger up and ready to trace shapes in the air, “cooling rune, was it..” his brows furrowed, focusing on his fingers.
With practiced movements, his fingers began tracing shapes in the air; your heavy eyes followed his movements the best you can, feeling tired midway as Caster does an elaborate gesture with his index finger.
Unfortunately, before he could finish, the door to your room opened with a smooth swoosh sound and not long after you hear Caster yelping, followed by the sound of the door sliding shut.
You shifted your head to the side again, facing the door; the pillow felt warm- unnecessarily warm from the effect of laying your head too long on one side. The smell of various foods infiltrated your senses, giving strength to your body as your eyes opened wider.
There, you saw your archer holding a silver tray filled with what seems to be a bowl of soup and some eating utensils, accompanied by some side dishes. The look on his face is the same as always; stern, firm and serious, however, your tired eyes managed to catch a slight glimpse where Emiya's gaze softened upon seeing your state- only for a brief moment before it was masked back by his usual demeanor.
A coughing fit attacked your throat as Emiya placed down the silver tray, laden with a steaming bowl with a quiet clink. A subtle frown creased his brow, a familiar line etched into his face. Your hand went up to cover your mouth as your throat felt like it was suffocating— this really couldn't get any worse.
The scent of the soup, a rich concoction of vegetables and meat, filled the air, mingling with the clinical odor of your room. Emiya's nostrils flared slightly, a silent acknowledgment of the warmth and nourishment it promised.
Unfortunately, You caught a fever during a mission, presumably because of the plants there throwing out some pheromones or something that tickled your nose buds and went further down into your system, causing a fever to ignite within your body as a defense mechanism.
Your servants easily got rid of the said plants, but their pheromones have already gotten into you, and you didn't mind it at first, which was a big mistake leading up to you getting bedridden in the present.
With a sigh, Emiya began to unpack the utensils, his movements efficient yet gentle. Swiftly, he pulled a nearby stool as he took a seat, crossing his arms in front of his chest while he faced your weakened body.
Your chest heaves heavily as your head feels like it's nailed onto your pillow; your eyes that were momentarily strengthened by the scent of delicious food quickly return to their previous state as they look up, searching for Emiya's face.
His expression remained unchanged, his face a mask of controlled indifference. A soft click of his tongue echoed in the quiet room. It was a small gesture, almost imperceptible, but it carried the weight of unspoken words. It was a silent reprimand, a chastising of his master's carelessness.
His eyes, a deep dark gray, scanned your form, taking in the pale complexion and the way the blankets were pulled up to your chin. You feel exposed albeit the weighted blanket covering almost of your entire body, his gaze left no place for you to hide.
For a brief moment, there was a flicker of something akin to disappointment in their depths, a stark contrast to the usual coldness of his expression. It was a fleeting moment, quickly masked by the familiar facade, but it was there, a silent accusation of weakness.
You blinked slowly. Weakness? Why was there weakness? Was your archer thinking you're weak?
You felt small under the weight of that gaze, a sense of inadequacy creeping into your consciousness. You huddled deeper into the blankets, as if seeking refuge from the penetrating scrutiny. Every imperfection, every sign of vulnerability, was laid bare under Emiya's unwavering stare.
The silence stretched on, heavy and oppressive, as you grappled with a mix of shame and helplessness.
Emiya's gaze remained fixed, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. His lips were pressed into a thin line, a stubborn set to his jaw. It was a posture of defiance, a refusal to yield to weakness. Yet, there was an undercurrent of concern, a flicker of empathy hidden beneath the layers of stoicism—
—oh. He didn't think you were weak— no, not at all! Your hazy brain and the fact that you're pressured under his stern gaze made you think that you were perceived as weak for falling ill just because of some plant, but truly it was far from that.
Your archer was blaming himself.
He blamed himself for he couldn't protect you, causing you to be bedridden. He blamed himself for not noticing the symptoms sooner, if he did, at least he could have prevented all of this. He was the closest to you, he's been there when you were still learning how to be a better master, he—
"I'm not going to hand-feed you,"
The silence was broken. Emiya's voice was low, a stark contrast to the usual harsh tones. His words were a command, but there was an underlying note of exasperation.
"Sit up and take the bowl." he added, his voice firm, laced with a hint of impatience.
Just as your mind wandered to how Emiya was falling into the depths of self blame, his stern voice rang through your foggy head, clearing all your remaining thoughts about him and forcing you to focus on the possibility of how you were being reckless, causing the archer to be disappointed at you.
Suddenly,the weighted blanket feels a little bit too heavy— they felt like heated bricks stacked onto each other and placed firmly down on your chest as well as your head, your heart skipped a beat at the coldness in Emiya's voice. It was a sharp pang, A wave of self-consciousness washed over you, a deep-seated fear of disappointing your archer.
With a determined effort, you pushed yourself up into a sitting position, your body trembling with exertion as your head felt like it was filled with molten lead.
The world spun around you, a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes. Your vision blurred, and a cold sweat broke out on your forehead. Shit. You moved too quickly. You subtly clutched at the edge of the bed, your knuckles slowly becoming whiter than it already is as you try to keep in mind that you don't want Emiya to see you struggling more than you have.
Emiya's figure was a hazy outline, a distant presence that seemed to grow larger and more imposing with every passing moment. The archer's arms remained crossed, his expression unchanged, a silent judgment hanging in the air.
Your body felt like it was on fire, a furnace consuming you from within. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to block out the world. But the darkness was filled with the image of Emiya, his stern gaze and disapproving expression. A deep sense of shame washed over you, a heavy weight pressing down on your chest.
Your hands trembled as they reached up to touch your burning forehead. The coolness of your skin offered a brief respite from the fiery inferno within, however, the relief was short-lived, replaced by a fresh wave of dizziness.
Emiya watched with a critical eye as you struggled to comply with his command. There was a flicker of satisfaction in his gaze as he witnessed your determination to overcome the illness. He had always believed in his master's strength, your resilience in the face of adversity.
As your hands found their way to your forehead, Emiya's attention sharpened. Your breathing was labored, your face flushed with fever. A flicker of concern passed through Emiya's eyes, but it was quickly suppressed. He had to remain strong, to provide the necessary support without succumbing to weakness.
Your body swayed precariously; grip on the bed loosening. Emiya's heart skipped a beat. This was not part of the plan.
You were weaker than he had anticipated. Panic surged through him, a cold dread settling in the pit of his stomach. His arms, previously crossed defensively, relaxed, his hands hovering near the edge of the bed, ready to intervene if necessary.
Then, not even a moment later, his instincts had proved him right. Your head lolled to one side, your eyes glazed over as consciousness slipped away; you found your head landing against Emiya's broad chest with a soft thud.
Your body felt limp as you took shallow and ragged breaths,the heat consuming your vision. Your head could barely manage to register the soft hiss that came out of Emiya's mouth, let alone the feeling of his well toned arms wrapping around your weakened form firmly yet gently.
Emiya had his arms wrapped around you in a protective way while your temple rested comfortably against his chest; the material of his clothing cool against your constantly ablaze skin. He had miscalculated his master's strength, but he admired the way you're willing to push through.
A soft sigh escaped his lips as one of his hands went up, palm pressing lightly on your forehead to check your temperature.
…
Emiya wished he had asked Caster earlier about your temperature rather than just yanking him out of the room by that stupid blue robe of his. If Emiya had known that your temperature was this high, he would've loosen the gruff personality he had while handling you.
His calloused hand slowly pulled away, back to wrapping around your frame; it seems like he was more careless than he'd like to admit.
In your half dazed state, you'd half expect him to scold you for swaying and falling unconscious from such a simple command, but you waited and waited, and the words you expected to hear never came.
Instead, all you got was Emiya easily manhandling you as he lifted you up so that your lower half were now straddling his lap instead of uncomfortably planted on the bed while your upper half leaned against his body. He carefully placed your head so that your head could lean on his left shoulder whilst the rest of your body is nestled perfectly against his own.
The cool warmth of Emiya's body cooled your feverish skin, you squeezed your eyes shut, allowing yourself to lean against him, “..this… feelsh..nice” you muttered the best you can, enjoying his presence.
“..Master, are you okay?” He had questioned as he felt you sneaking your face into the crook of his neck, much like a puppy huddling closer with his litter to seek for warmth.
You answered with a soft hum as your arms went up to wrap around his neck, shifting into a more comfortable position, “mmn,” you had always liked the way Emiya's body would feel against yours— one time he had to carry you away swiftly because an aggressive enemy had ambushed you, and at that precise moment you realized that you wished Emiya would hold you more like this.
Emiya carefully adjusted his hold, ensuring you were comfortable. The young man was limp in his arms, a weight that felt strangely familiar yet utterly foreign. His heart pounded in his chest, an unfamiliar sensation that was both exhilarating and terrifying— he had never been this close to you before, never felt his body so intimately against his own.
Sure, he prides himself on being close to his master, but not in this way. Never had Emiya been this close to you, more like he never allowed himself to be this close to you. He cares for you, that much is true, however, he doesn't show it like your other servants.
His care is shown through the foods he cooked you after farms and missions, his care is shown through the way he shields you from attack and carries you away from danger— his care is shown through the way how he wants to see you grow and become a strong master, and he'll be there to support your every step, even if it means being tough on you.
His hands found a natural home, one resting on your back, the other gently tracing circles on your waist. The warmth of your skin seeped through his clothes, sending a shiver down his spine.
He fought to suppress the emotions swirling within him, to maintain the facade of indifference. But the truth was, he was utterly captivated by the vulnerability of the person in his arms.
A sense of protectiveness washed over him, a primal instinct to shield you from harm. He had always been the protector, the one who stood between you and danger. But now, in this moment of intimacy, he felt a new level of responsibility, a desire to care for you on a deeper level.
You stirred in your sleep, your body twitching involuntarily. Emiya tightened his grip, offering a sense of stability in the midst of your restlessness. He could feel the heat radiating from your body, a constant reminder of your illness.
Right. Your illness.
Emiya let out a soft sigh, the sound lost in the quiet of your room. He glanced down at his master, your peaceful slumber a stark contrast to the chaos that had preceded it.
His mind drifted to the bowl of soup, carefully prepared with ingredients specifically chosen to aid in recovery. He had hoped to coax you into eating it, to provide nourishment for your weakened body.
His gaze shifted from you to the tray on the small table, the steam from the soup now barely visible; a wave of conflicting emotions washed over him. There was a part of him that wanted to shake you awake, to insist that you eat- It was his duty, his responsibility to ensure your health. But as he looked at your peaceful slumber, a different part of him, a softer, more vulnerable side, protested. You looked so small— so vulnerable in his arms.
A battle raged within him, a conflict between duty and compassion.The soup was cooling rapidly, its medicinal properties diminishing with each passing moment— the soup was indeed important, a crucial step in his master's recovery. But so was rest.
Perhaps a few more moments of sleep would do more good than a bowl of soup…
Emiya's fingers traced the outline of your face, a gentle caress that seemed to deepen their slumber.
With a heavy heart, he made a decision.
The soup could wait. For now, his priority was your comfort. He adjusted his hold, ensuring you were cradled securely against his chest. Your weight was a comforting presence, a reminder of your reliance on him.
Emiya closed his eyes, the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest a soothing lullaby. He allowed himself a moment of peace, a respite from the constant demands of his role as a Servant. In this quiet moment, he felt a sense of connection with his master, a bond forged in the crucible of their shared experiences.
Your room fell silent, the only sound was the ticking of the clock on the wall and the now soft and calm breaths emitting from you. Emiya held you close, a silent promise of protection and care.
Tags: cute summer shenanigans, Emiya is so fine this summer.
So I had this in my mind ever since I played the event :') Who else picked the option to land on Emiya's chest?
Why can't there ever be a normal summer? Or maybe these summer shenanigans have become your new normal.
Gone are the days that you are lazing at your home or on vacation. No, it is a race through a desert, working all night to make a manga in a Groundhog Day setting or battling sword beauties while gambling your fortune away.
This year is the summer of a particular interesting movie genre as you move from one horror cliché location to a new one, your world shifting on its axis while gravity pulls you downward.
And you would think that you have a rather rough landing in your future, another thing you have become a bit accustomed to. You let out a yelp of surprise as you land on something soft yet firm.
This thing, a person, lets out a soft groan while a strong arm moves over your back. Locking you against the person for a moment, giving you a brief moment of stability as you find your equilibrium again behind closed eyes.
Slowly your eyes flutter open and feel the heat burn on your cheeks as you realize exactly who you landed on. Exactly what your cheek is resting upon.
Emiya chuckles and closes one eye while he meets your eyes. Admittingly it is very enjoyable how you are resting on his chest right now. Your cheek pressing against the rise of pectoral muscle and the Archer can feel the heat of your blush through his thin top.
Emiya moves his arm again to let his warm hand rest on your lower back as you finally sit up straight again. Your legs resting on either side of his narrow hips.
You observe your new location, a freaking American superstore of all places.
"You alright Master?"
Oh.
Right.
You are suddenly very aware of Emiya fingers pressing in the small of your back. Playing with the material of your blouse, digging down a little harder when you shift your hips.
"You don't have to flaunt your own romance in my face as well Kouhai." Yu snipes from somewhere to your left and you stiffen, your thighs clench around the Archer you currently perched upon. Your fingers rumbling the white tank up and your eyes catch the extra bronze skin you unintentionally revealed.
Where is a maniacally killer to break this awkward moment when you need one
What it would be like if the Fate characters had a crush on you:
INCLUDES: rin tohsaka, emiya (archer), jeanne d'arc (alter and ruler), scathach, arthur pendragon, gilgamesh
WARNING: none
NAVIGATION: Fate Masterlist
Rin Tohsaka
She is a Tsundere as we all know so you wouldn't probably know that she has a crush on you. She is also very serious so when you two have a conversation it's school-related and you would feel like you have a business meeting with her.
But while it may not seem like it, Rin truly cares for you and would protect you from possible harm. For example, if someone made fun of you in school, that person has to get ready for a conversation with Rin.
Rin would also seek contact with you. For example, she likes to eat lunch together with you. While it may look like it's not a big deal for her, she will be sad and would sulk a little if you eat lunch with your other friends.
Rin would notice her crush relative quickly but she would deny it. She couldn't be in love with you, right?
She can't deny her feelings forever and would want to take your relationship a step further. But she is too flustered to confess to you.
You will have to confess to her first. She can be harsh sometimes because she has to figure out her own feelings but she will gladly accept your feelings.
Archer Emiya:
He would notice his feeling for you but like Rin, he would deny and ignore them. But of course, no one can ignore such strong feelings forever.
He is such a mom honestly. Be ready to get asked if you had eaten enough 24/7. He would cook for you and make sure you sleep enough so you can give it your all.
He also sympathizes with you. You are a new mage and he knows too good what it is like to suddenly have this responsibility. He would train with you and show you some tricks so you can become better.
He cares for you a lot and would always be ready to protect you but Archer wouldn't tell you about his feelings because he thinks he isn't worthy of your companionship. It's enough for him to be a good servant to you.
Alter Jeanne d'Arc:
Something will get burnt when she has a crush. Someone talked to you and made her jealous? Or someone said something rude to or about you? Yeah, they are now a burnt chicken.
Jeanne Alter wouldn't accept her feelings for you. That's why she will be pretty rude to you so no one will know about her crush. But her over-the-top reactions when you talk to her or her flustered face will make it pretty obvious for everyone.
She thinks she is subtle and no one knows about her feelings.
While she tries to hide her feelings if something would ever happen to you, she would be right there to protect you and burn whoever did this to you alive.
She would know that she has a crush on you but wouldn't accept it. Jeanne Alter tries to prove to herself that she is not in love with you by being rude to you.
But she is deeply in love with you and wants you all for herself. She will slash at everyone, who tries to make a move on you.
She would never confess to you first. You have to do the first move. And as always she would be rude to you when you confess. It will feel like a pretty bad rejection. But the way she will sneak into your room the night after to be with you will tell you that she is in fact happy you confessed.
Scathach:
You will feel like her pupil. She wants to teach you everything she knows so you don't have to be dependent on her and can protect yourself in Battle.
She is very wise. So if you have a problem Scathach would have good advice for everything. She would support and help you but at the same time, she would leave you your space so you can search for your own answers and learn from your mistakes.
When you are successful, be it in battle, learning a new magic trick, or something simple as backing a cake you wanted to try out for a long time, she would be really proud. Everyone would notice. She would praise you as well.
She would notice her feelings for you as soon as they occur. But no one would notice that she has. Not even you. She is good at hiding it. Everyone would think you have this pupil and teacher thing going on. And you would probably see her as sort of a big sister.
She is wise and knows that a bond between master and servant should never be conflicted by anything. Her confession could change your relationship as master and servant. If you accept her feelings you could be ready to sacrifice yourself for her. She would never want that. And if you reject her feelings your trust could be broken and you won't have the same dynamic in battle as before.
So she is fine with just being your mentor and teaching you to be a worthy master.
Ruler Jeanne d'Arc:
Jeanne is so sweet to you honestly. She is always trying to support and help in battle as well as in your everyday life. You can be certain that the moment you would walk into the kitchen to cook something, she would be there as well, so she can help you.
But at the same time, she would always respect your personal space. So you would never feel like she is babysitting you.
Ruler Jeanne is not aggressive and rude like her avenger counterpart. She would never say something that would upset you and if she made you upset with something she would apologize instantly and would feel so bad.
At first, Jeanne would be a little conflicted with her feelings for you. She never felt like this before and on top of that, she is a saint and war general and you are her master. She is not sure if it's alright for her to have feelings for you let alone be in a relationship with you.
It's not like Jeanne doesn't want to confess to you but she doesn't know how she should confess to you or if it's better if she doesn't confess at all because you are her master.
In the end, you are probably the one who confessed to her. Even if you didn't have feelings for her when she began to grow feelings for you, you would probably feel for her. After all, you spend so much time together and learned to trust each other unconditionally. And I mean how can you not fall for Jeanne when she is this sweet to you?
Arthur Pendragon:
He is your knight in shining armor. Literally. You are his master as a knight he would be ready to sacrifice himself for you at any given moment. His feelings for you would make his devotion to you a million times stronger.
Arthur would be a little shy around you. Every time you would smile at him, his heart would flatter.
After some time, when you two are comfortable around each other he would start to tease you a little. Nothing too serious, of course.
He would notice his feelings for you the moment they appear.
He hesitates to confess because it could affect your master-servant relationship. And that could lead to you dying or getting hurt. That's the last thing he would want.
And of course, there is the whole thing of him disappearing after his purpose is fulfilled.
You are probably the one, who is confessing. Let's face it, there is no way you could not fall for him when he is this considerate of you and always ready to protect you from every possible harm. He is also naturally charming.
Even if he is worried about the consequences of your romantic relationship there is no way he could reject you, when his heart is beating this fast every time he sees you.
Gilgamesh:
You would definitely know that he is interested in you. He would just straight out tell you, that he wants you to be his wife/husband and that you should feel honored he chose you.
Your answer to his proposal doesn't matter. There is only one right answer. He will only accept a yes. He gets what he wants. That includes you as well.
He thinks you are desirable but I wouldn't call it love. Gilgamesh sees you as part of his treasure.
In some quiet moments, he might be a bit nicer to you. But his desire for you doesn't change the fact that he doesn't see you as an equal.
But he would see you in a higher position than everyone else.
He would go out of his way to protect you but it's not really out of affection. He doesn't want what belongs to him to get hurt by some low-level mongrel.
Also better no one is talking down on you when he is around because he will not tolerate that. These mongrels should know their places. No one is allowed to talk bad about someone he chose to be worthy of his companionship.
𝚌ú doesn't even try to wake you up unless it's urgent but otherwise he's not moving from his very comfortable spot, though he may accidentally wake you when he's trying to curl up around you more attempting to feel more of your softness that he loves feeling a little too much or he may grab one of your hands and just put it on his head to mimic your headpats -morning kisses make tail go wag <3-
𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚢𝚊 dislikes waking you up but the cute little face you make when he wakes you up is an amazing sight,can easily make your grumpy and/or tiredness go away with his cooking easily. there's no going back to sleep with this guy, he can be very presistant but maybe if he's feeling generous he'll let you sleep for a few more minutes
𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚑 would only wake you up for the sole fact that he wants attention, its best to just indulge him in your affections so he stops whining. very content with letting you run your hands through his hair, will never admit it but its a very nice feeling to him and its likely he'll fall asleep to this, likes to be pampered with kisses on any part of his body, he'll probably return the favor.
Hey there Hollow can I please get some headcanons for Lancer Cu, Robin, and Emiya being worried about Mori and Masters' relationship, thier worried about Mori hurting Master as berserkers aren't known for their gentleness and self control
Cu Chulainn (Lancer)
Cu gets that Mori cares about their Master, and wouldn't do anything to hurt you on purpose. The two most likely have a bit of a bromance going on at times. But...
There are times he can't help but worry that Mori might smack you on the back too hard one day. Or might forget his own strength while putting an arm on your shoulders.
So anytime he sees the two of you together, he's watching from the corner of his eye just in case something happens.
Robin Hood
When it comes to his Master and Mori being together he's like an older brother somewhat.
He supports the relationship, and he might tease you every now and then about things he's seen the two of you doing together. But he also wants it to be known that if Mori does anything to hurt you he will not hesitate to fill the Berserker's hide with arrows.
He'll even cover for the two of you if any of the other servants start getting in an uproar about the whole relationship. He's got your back.
Emiya
The day he finds out, he'll look at Mori, look at you, and then say "Him? Really? HIM?"
Look, even before becoming a servant, Emiya has not had the best experiences when it comes to Berserkers. So he's more apprehensive about this than the other two.
He's okay with the two of you being together, but he's never going to be completely fine with it. He won't actively try to break the two of you up though, he's not the type to let his own bad experiences get in the way of someone else's love and happiness.
Mash has spent the whole week planning everything for your movie night, she was so excited she even prepared your room for the occasion, bringing even a projector and a big screen to watch the movie. You thought she may have borrowed them from Da Vinci or something like that. It was going to be amazing.
Until Jaguar heard you talking about it. And told Ishtar. And Sitonai eavesdropped their conversation. And brought her bear and Heracles with her.
So now you were six people and two animals in your room (after all Fou almost never left your side). You were sitting on the bed, next to Mash and next to her was Ishtar, who decided by herself you were going to watch a horror movie because obviously it's the most cliché thing to watch with your friends. Also you were sure she did it to make Sitonai leave the room.
"I warn you Mash, I know it's difficult to resist my charms but try not to hold me if you get scared, you have master next to you if you want to."
"Ishtar don't get jealous, you can change places with Mash if you want, after all we all know you get scared easily."
The goddess blushed, refusing to answer you and Mash silently thanked you for that.
Almost immediately someone knocked at the door. It was Parvati who brought you some blankets and behind her was Emiya carrying three large bowls.
"Oh, right, Mash asked him to bring snacks for today." you thought to yourself.
"Sorry for the delay, it took us longer than we expected."
Parvati gave Sitonai, who was sitting on Heracles’ lap, a small blanket. Then she gave you a big one for the three and a medium one to Jaguar, who was lying on the floor. The archer did the same with the food, the difference was he didn't have the gentle smile Parvati had. In fact, you saw him avoid eye contact with everyone but you and Mash.
"Ah, thank you for the food archer, you're so kind!" said Jaguar
"Be thankful, I didn't forget how you emptied the fridge at 3 am last week."
"Sheesh..."
"Oh, someone is especially grumpy today~." Ishtar wanted to tease the archer for a bit but you knew it wouldn't end well. For Emiya that is, she would have the time of her life.
"Parvati is going to watch the movie with us, would you want to stay too?" suggested Mash
"I should probably go back to the kitchen."
"He's doesn't want to stay because he's going to be scared. It's written all over his face." commented Sitonai
"Of course, being with you is a nightmare..." You heard him muttered under his breath.
"Hey, I heard that, stupid archer!"
"Shh, it's 11 pm, kids should be sleeping."
Heracles turned around and looked at you like he was asking if he should intervene and you denied it with your head. Last thing you wanted was a berserker making a mess on your room because some adult decided to argue with a child.
"Come on, it's going to be fun!" You tried to convince him "Here, you can sit here."
He looked at the empty spot near you not fully convinced.
"Fine, I'll stay."
Mash waited for him to sit then started the movie. She quickly run to the switch to turn off the lights for a better environment.
At first you were excited for the movie, the scenes from the beginning were nice, the background music was good... But after the first 20 minutes you started to doze off. You woke up suddenly when you heard Ishtar and Sitonai's deafening screams.
"I... I have to go now!" Said the little girl as she got up "I remembered I have to... Do something, that's right! Let's go, Berserker, Shiro!"
The servant and the animal followed her in silence, Mash paused the movie for a moment while the rest of you watched them leave.
"Guess it was too much for her after all..."
The servant's continued watching the film but you still felt sleepy. At least you weren't the only one because Jaguar's snores could be heard from time to time across the room.
Unconsciously, you tilted your head to the left and when you felt a hard surface you opened your eyes. Your head was resting on Emiya's shoulder.
"Sorry."
"If you were so tired then why didn't you go to sleep?"
"Mash was really excited so I didn't want to upset her."
"You're hopeless."
He said that yet placed his hand on top of yours gently, surely he wouldn't do that if the blanket wasn't covering your bodies. It was warm, his calloused fingers caressed your skin so tenderly you thought you could fall asleep again, it really relaxed you. Similarly, you started to massage his thigh with slow strokes in a circular motion. You looked at your surroundings, everyone was focused on the screen, even Mash was tightly grabbing the bowl of popcorn with both hands, tense because of the scary scenes.
Suddenly you had an idea.
You moved carefully, trying to slide your hands inside the archer's pants.
"What are you doing?"
Hearing Emiya's voice inside your head startled you, but obviously he wouldn’t say anything in case the others could hear.
"Oh, come on, no one is looking..."
"Don't you dare."
He seemed dead serious about it, you weren't going to force things if he wasn't in the mood so you moved away and tried to focus on the movie once and for all.
When there was 30 minutes left for it to finish the spooky stuff started to get serious. No one made a sound, everything was quiet except for the sounds of the speakers. You could feel Ishtar tremble with fear even with Mash in the middle of you. Emiya also moved uncomfortably and you decided to tease him a bit, but he didn't bother answering you.
"Are you mad at me?" You said on a low voice, afraid you might have upset him.
"No."
"Really?"
He opened his mouth, yet he did not speak. Again, he didn't want the others to hear.
"This is all your fault..."
"What? I don't get it, what did I do wrong?!"
"You know exactly what you did." Before letting you ask any other question he grabbed your wrist and rested your hand on his pants. "You were the one who started."
"Oh..." You massaged the spot, suggestively "Does that mean you want me to finish it?"
"Seriously why couldn't you wait until we were alone?"
"Wait, so you really wanted to fuck?"
"Why do you have to say it so bluntly?!" You heard him sigh tiredly. He made sure no one was looking at you before unzipping his pants to make it easy for you. "Just... make it quick."
"Try holding your voice the best you can, no one will see under the blanket but that doesn't mean they can't hear you."
He nodded, letting you do the work. You slipped inside his underwear, letting your fingers tangle between his hair
"Looks like someone needs to shave down there, it's so thick I almost thought I was touching a bush."
"You say that yet don't sound displeased, I wonder why."
You smiled playfully, continuing what you started. His body tensed, your fingertips traced his length before grasping it firmly. One last check to make sure no one was looking before moving your hand carefully up and down, trying not to use too much pressure.
Emiya sighed as your thumb reached the tip of his dick, you used this moment to continue the previous teasing.
"Ah, did that felt good?" He nodded slowly "That's a relief, I feared my hands wouldn't be enough, since we're not alone I can't do more."
"What if we were alone?" He chose to play along.
"Maybe I could use my mouth, surely my tongue would feel better than my hands, with a hot and wet sensation on your skin. Although if that’s what you want you could just shove your dick into my-"
"AH!" Ishtar and Mash screamed loudly, making you shout too.
You weren't paying attention to the movie so instead of getting scared by the jumpscare you did it because of the girls. The screams were so loud they even woke Jaguar up and you thought your heart was going to explode.
You were about to put your hand on your chest to feel your heartbeat when you noticed your hand was covered by something.
"What...?" You stared at Emiya, who blushed and looked away, searching for a handkerchief on his pocket to clean it for you. He got so scared he came all over your hand.
Emiya (Archer) being a dad for the first time headcanons
A/N: Hello there! I’m back after a long hiatus connected to getting a job... and then losing it due to transphobic manager. I’m so sorry for not posting anything or not even sending any life signals. I’m getting back to more or less regular posting, I hope.
This is a request made by an anon about a month ago!
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Okay, so this idea made me wonder – is he even able to have a child with someone? Like, come on, he’s basically a Spirit. He can materialize, of course, but does it make it possible to father a baby? Honestly, I don’t think so. BUT Archer can adopt one with you!
Adopting a child would mean a lot for him. After all, he was an adopted son himself. It’s kinda different when the child is just a baby, though Emiya still feels like it’s a start of a brand new life for someone. To be frank, he’s also pretty stressed and thinks of it as the biggest responsibility in his life. To become the best parent possible for someone who got rejected or lost family... Yeah, he’s pretty nervous.
He spends TONS of hours on parenting sites looking for tips! If you check out the search history you would be just amazed, okay? He’s especially cautious about stuff related to health – Emiya would like to make sure he’s able to notice any early symptoms of diseases or other problems.
Also, Emiya showers the baby with loads of presents! The room is basically full of fluffy toys and teddies. He even asked Vlad to show him how to knit a blankie. I mean, just imagine him seating on his favorite armchair and knit a huge blanket. I find this as pretty cute idea, honestly!
At night, when the baby wakes you two up with their crying, Archer is instantly right by the crib. If you ever try to replace him, he’s getting pretty defensive and overprotective towards you. Emiya always sends you back to bed, saying that was late and you needed to take rest. Actually, he pretty much pushes himself and is very tried, so you better become more assertive and just take him to bed by force before the poor man overworks himself!
One of your favorite scenes soon becomes the image of him falling asleep with the baby on his lap. The child hugs him tightly and it’s pretty obvious how safe and loved they feel. Do you know those pictures of babies sleeping in the exact same positions as their fathers? Yeah, that’s pretty much the same thing.
I think I don’t have to mention that when the baby is old enough to eat other stuff than milk, Emiya becomes almost obsessive about this topic. Archer tries out tons of different vegetable soups and honestly you always want him to make more just for you. Who would think that food dedicated to children would be so yummy?
Also, I really imagine that Emiya would like to name the baby Kerry. You know, after Kiritsugu. I believe it would mean a lot to him. Also, the name is basically gender neutral, so the AGAB wouldn’t really matter.
