He’s not fooling anyone. When he takes a liking to you it’s so obvious. Slowly VERY SLOWLY you go from just a mongrel..to his mongrel? Like huh…?
He’s very possessive of you as well. All treasures belong to him, now that counts you as well. He calls you out on it to. Like why are you getting so close and touchy with emiya, and lord forbid it be cu. Their pests now pay attention to him.
he desires all your attention. If you start to pay to much attention to another servant or he just feels neglected in general he’ll make it known. Gilgamesh will corner you and fuss at you until you explain why you’ve been distant all of a sudden. He’s your king! How dare you not pay attention to him.
Loves showing off and spoiling you. You want it? He’s already got it for you. Despite how he may act he is a decent listener when he wants to be. And since he isn’t the best with words he’s adept to just get you things. Hopefully that gets his feelings across and if not? He’ll flick you.
Just like the old man he is he likes to go on and on about his journeys and the things he used to do in Uruk. Gil could go on for hours and hours about his glory days. And he’s even more shocked if you actually try to listen and ask questions. Not only does this boost his already large ego, but expect him to be a bit more affectionate.
Whenever you’re having bad days and issues he does try to help you. But like I said he’s not the best with words. He’ll say something harsh like “this is stupid!” And “get over it.” Don’t forget “suck it up.” He holds you in high regards so act like it.
But once he sees the negative affect his words had he’ll quiet down and hold you close to him. Hopefully that’ll get his feelings across. And if not he’ll ask someone else for…assistance.
Loves fighting but especially when your there. I told you he likes to show off! And show off he will, this MIGHT be one of the only times he takes a fight seriously…lucky you! Especially if things are starting to get serious.
Gilgamesh would never allow anything happen to you, remember he’s the Gilgamesh. He’ll have something in his gate to be of use to you. Medicine, shields, clothes, etc. he’d happily grab it for you.
Gil likes to talk to you actually. Your opinions on things amuse him. The way you think and tick is so different from him and he wants to understand your mindset better. Playful banter or a serious discussion he doesn’t mind.
And like someone else said, I could see him dragging you along to play games with him like chest, and other mentally stimulating games.
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.
Shiki! I humbly request Jeanne Alter, Nobu, Okita, and Osakabehime with reader that is taller than them and will at random just *Scoop* them up nearly scaring them out of their skin to give them a hug or kiss then gently set them down and walk on like nothing happend, Bonus points if they're in the middle of a conversation or trying to be scary.
Arguably not a smart decision when it comes to Jeanne Alter
If she doesn't see that it is you, because you approached her from behind, you will get burned. If she does see it is you, you probably will still get burned, because how dare you do something like that.
It was a stupid dare Mordred forced upon you. Being the reckless mage you were, you obviously agreed with little hesitation. You have defeated countless singularities and lost belts. So of course you couldn't just back down from a little dare like that, even if it meant finding yourself on the other end of Jeanne's wrath. It can't be that bad… right? If everything goes wrong, you still had your command spells. Even if you'd rather not have to explain why you used one to the Director.
But now it was probably too late for second-guessing anyway. You could see Jeanne with her back turned to you talking to Andersen and Shakespeare. None of them noticed your arrival, being too engrossed in their conversation about German tales.
You take a deep breath before approaching the group.
"Jeanne!", you call out, so she will know it is you, before already slightly embracing her and placing a kiss upon her cheek.
You hoped Jeanne would be too caught of guard to react, which actually seemed to be the case until...
"How dare you, you dummy!!! La Grondement--"
You've never run faster in your life as you try to get away before Jeanne's Noble Phantasm pulverizes you.
Okita Souji:
Does not know how to react.
Okita has no idea about romance and such so it went right over her head what your show of affection could imply.
You thought it would be a fun idea to surprise Okita with a kiss on the cheek to see how she would react.
You begin to search for her. It didn't take you long to spot her together with a few other Servants of the Saber class discussing swordsmanship.
As always, Okita's expression was neutral. You took the chance and approached her. A second later you had scooped her up and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek before setting her down again and walking away as if nothing happened, leaving the other servants rather flabbergasted to what the hell just happened, while Okita stood there with a very confused expression.
She turns to her fellow servants. "Was that Masters way of showing our friendship?", she asks, causing some Servants to facepalm at her obviousness and others to snicker in amusement.
Can I request Okada Izou (Assassin) with a soft master who doesn’t say much?
Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Talk of Low Self-Esteem (Izou), Talk of Murder
Izou was really bothered by your soft spoken-ness when he first summoned. He’s so loud and brash, it was hard for him to understand that you truly didn’t mind him. He’s very self-conscious in the beginning because of it and will come off more standoffish than usual. Give him some time to get used to you and he’ll warm up.
He’s very protective of you because you don’t talk a lot. He feels like people use it as an excuse to walk all over you and he’ll never let that happen. Izou is always in your corner and doesn’t let anyone talk shit about you. He’s also a really good interpreter; because of your bond he knows how you feel and is on top about doing what you want even if you never say it out loud.
Izou often gets in trouble because of his mouth and feels like you’ll shame him because of it. Talk to him when he’s feeling down, assure him that you’re not disappointed and are more than happy with him as a Servant. He soaks your praise up like a sponge; one because he loves your voice and two because it’s so rare for you to speak. Save most of your words for him and he’ll feel very special.
The two of you make an interesting pair to people watching. You seem opposite in every way; Izou is loud where you’re quiet. You seem more willing to compromise and work together. The best thing, in Izou’s mind, about you being his Master, is that you fight well together. You have a knack for working with Assassins and he never has to worry about offending you. As quiet as you are, you understand what it takes to kill and Izou respects that. A perfect match.
A fate ask blog that's active must be my lucky day!! Anywho May I request how Mori, Astolfo and Arash would comfort a female master after she has nightmares. I imagine seeing servants deaths and other horrible things from her servants memories in her dreams must rattle her.
Mori AND Astolfo in the same request? My dear you had my curiosity, now you have my attention. Oh yeah, and Arash too.
But I totally agree, being a Master must do a big number on your mental state, I wouldn't be surprised if Ritsuka in canon has nightmares, if not even PTSD from all the things they've seen.
Pairing: (seperate) Mori Nagayoshi x fem! Reader, Arash x Fem! Reader, Astolfo x fem! Reader
TWs: Mentions of death and/or blood.
Paladin Astolfo
Immediately jumps to comforting you.
Given his ability to get along with others, he knows what makes you click, so he tries to first calm down your breathing.
Hugs. So many hugs.
Lets you play with his hair if it's something that would help you.
You woke up covered in cold sweat and with teary eyes, alongside a shriek of terror you just barely managed to quiet down to not wake up everyone in Chaldea.
Though, Astolfo did wake up, and almost like by a switch, he sprang into action. He hugged you tightly, but with care and tenderness.
"Master? Did you have a nightmare?"
You gave him a nod, your lungs and mind refusing to calm down.
"If you'd like to talk about it, I'm all ears.."
He said, his tone gentle and calm. So you do so, you tell him about the horrid nightmares of seeing all the dead bodies, be it servant or normal human, and amidst it all beings that defy human logic, straight up demons. And your shoes - soaked with blood other than yours.
Only Gods know how you didn't lose your marbles yet. And he can't express how much he respects and loves you for your bravery to keep pushing on for Humanity's sake.
And you powerlessly watching the mountain of corpses amd gore you are forced to take part in, to save the proper human history.
"I may not be the smartest out there, master, but I assure you, that's a word of a Paladin of Charlemagne, you'll never have to deal with that stress alone. I am always at your disposal, be it day or night."
After calming you down, he gives you a quick kiss on the cheek. He totally refuses to let you go now. He'll hold you close to his chest, and wait for you to fall back asleep to the rythmic sound of his heartbeat, this time without Nightmares to plague you, he hopes.
Mori Nagayoshi
The Oni Musashi can be a softie, especially for you, His Liege, his Master, His partner.
While he does like to fight himself, he understands that battle can take a heavy toll.
Prepares tea for you, without any asking for your opinion.
After a bit he brings you a fresh cup of green tea. To help you clear your mind.
If you ask him for it, absolutely will hug you, and given his stature and build, you're guaranteed to feel safe. This man is basically a walking fortress!
You are his Liege, and I said that as a Samurai it's his duty to serve you as well as he can.
Your turning and heavy breathing were what woke Nagayoshi up. At first his instinct thought it's an assassination attempt, and before he reached for his spear he saw no Assassin, just you turning because of a nightmare. He's pretty new to romance, the Sengoku period didn't give him much time for that in his life, but he does his best.
He tried to wrap his arms around you, but he assumed he squeezed a tad too tight, as the next thing he knows, you woke up screaming and catching your breath at the same time.
If you didn't tell him to stop, he might just have been apologizing the whole night.
He rubbed his hand accross his red hair, confused what to do next. You're awake, nightmare over, right?
"N-naga?"
"Yes, Master!"
You didn't even say anything.
"Can you.. Can you hug me?"
That's where he remembered - Tea! Green tea calms down the mind! He rushed off, and after few minutes gave you a cup of tea, in his favorite ornamental tea set. And embraced you, your back touching his chest.
"Anything else, Master? I heard tales, or.. stories, rather. From other soldiers. The battlefield left them with Nighrmares. Is that the case?"
You gave a weak nod. With his encouragement you described what you see. Who - You see. The Major cause someone like you has to shoulder the burden of saving Humanity as we know it.
Your story of Lev Lainur's betrayal makes his blood boil. He hates betrayal above all else, and hearing of this and the pain it caused you - He can't stand it.
"But... With you like this, Nagayoshi, It feels like it's all gonna be Ok. I can trust you, right?"
"Of course!!!"
"So.. Could I fall asleep like this? With you hugging me?"
He smiles faintly, but geniuenely.
"It'd be my Honor."
He rests his chin on your head, and as that - The Oni Musashi, the warrior who dyed his armor and pants red with blood, known for his unstoppable rage - Calmly asleep serving a Liege he loves above anyone else.
Arash Kamangir
Arash is pretty basic I think, as far as being a partner goes.
Not that he's a bad one - Not at all
It's just that he strikes me as the "Caring Boyfriend (TM)" type.
He'll hug you and whisper positive affirmations
But in his usual manner, no matter how close you might be, he does everything he can to avoid saying something upsetting or rude. So his affirmations can be pretty hit or miss.
To a point where they can be sometimes funny.
It was about 20 minutes by now since Arash started trying to help you calm down.
So, he got an idea, He heard among the Chaldea staff, that a meteor shower might be happening tonight. So he offered a small walk outside.
Little did he know, he chose the perfect opportunity. Right as you stepped out, you could see streaks of blue light shooting accross the night sky, to a destination in cosmos known only to fate itself.
He watched with a smile as the worries of your nightmare, and the death surrounding you on every step washes away, if even for but a moment.
"Master! Quickly, make a wish!"
He said, excitedly, a serious hero he might be, but he does know when to let go and just have fun.
After only a bit of silence did Arash actually notice you weren't alone, a red coated Archer, accompanied by a blonde Saber with blue robes also were watching the dashing lights. But they minded their own business, and so did He.
"Thank you Arash, that... That helped a lot."
You exclaimed, with a reliefed sigh.
"I'm always at your service, Master. Oh! What did you wish for? I can tell you mine to make it even-"
You covered your lips with your index finger to symbolise silence.
"I can't tell you, otherwise it won't come true... right?"
And as such, much like the ultimate destination of meteors - The wish of the Master of Chaldea, shall remain theirs to know, but perhaps a little less afraid of whatever battles might await.
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Sorry it took so long!
The part with Arash was lowkey inspired by my backyard window and living in an area with relatively low Light Pollution! So I can stargaze a bit before sleeping. It's a very calming experience for me.
If you're taking requests for FGO now, could I ask for some friendship HCs for Medea, Cu (Lancer), Martha and Siegfried with a male master? Many thanks.
Friendship Headcanons with Cú Chulainn (Lancer), Martha, Medea, Siegfried & Their Male!Master
Cú Chulainn (Lancer):
Would it be even the least bit surprising if I told you that Cú would be an absolute bro to have as a friend? Legit, he is one of those friends who has your back 1000% of the time, would laugh at you when you do dumb shit, but then yell at someone else if they make fun you for doing dumb shit.
Cú would also definitely be that friend that encourages to come train with him and his Celtic buddies at gym all the time. And if you ever do decide to go, then you'll have someone who is both super knowledgeable and supportive coaching you on how to work out properly. He won't let you start off by do the same crazy insane workouts he's doing, (unlike a certain mentor who trained him), but rather, he'll guide you through the workout and gradually rank up the difficulty as you improve. He's be very strict but fair.
Would also have absolutely no problem arguing with you when he disagrees with something you said or did.
Overall Friend Rating: 10/10 (A Perfect Friend To Have)
Martha:
Martha is the type of friend who always tries to act like she's prim and proper, but just underneath the surface she still just an ordinary village girl with a bit of a temper. So be careful you don't piss her off, cause this saint (quite literally) packs a punch.
All in all though, Martha would be a great friend. Kind, compassionate, and honest to fault, you can't go wrong with someone like Martha by your side.
And when the two of you become really good friends, Martha won't be afraid to show you that side of herself she keeps hidden for the sake of looking like the proper saint she is supposed to be. At times like those, she'll go from serene and calm, to loud, energetic, and absolutely excitable. She can't express enough just how much it means to her that you're willing to accept this "shameful" side of her.
Overall Friend Rating: 8/10 (A Great Friend To Have)
Medea:
Being friends with Medea is going to take a bit of work. She's sure that you're probably an absolutely delightful Master, but she'll still going to be a bit wary of you in the beginning. When she was alive, she was manipulated by Hera & Aphrodite into falling in love with Jason, who then basically ruined her life & left her hanging. While still not impossible, you would definitely have an easier time be friends with her if you were a woman. So for now, just be supportive, don't break her trust, and the two of you will be a great friend in no time.
Medea the type of friend who will make you food and gives you gifts that will boost your luck and protect you from harm. She can be surprisingly protective of you once she considers you a friend. She'll also hide her love of model making and figure collecting so don't make fun of her when you eventually find out. If you are supportive of her hobby however, then Medea would definitely give you some simple models for you to work on, and provide any assistance you might need. She genuinely enjoys working on things together with you.
Would 100% verbally tear down anyone who hurts you. (Definitely curses them too for good measure.)
In time Medea will come to think of you like a little brother.
Overall Friend Rating: 7/10 (A Good Friend To Have)
Siegfried:
Siegfried is that quiet friend you have, where the two of you can either sit in comfortable silence and not really feel the need to talk, or if you do want to talk, then he'll listen attentively and always have something to contribution to keep the conversation going. Honestly though you'll probably be doing 90% of the talking in this friendship.
That said, Siegfried is a wealth of information and experience, so he really is a great person to vent to, or ask advice from.
Can get a bit excitable from time to time, but generally he'll be smart, humble, and always willing to be of service. With him, it will mostly be soft voices and small smiles.
There aren't many with whom he feels comfortable leaving his back exposed to, so consider it an honor that he know he can trust you to watch his weak spot.
Overall friend rating: 6/10 (A Slightly Above Average Friend To Have)
Give us shirtless Cu cuddling headcanons. I wish for chest pillows. Male/DMAB reader preferred but not required
I KNOW WHO THIS IS 😤😤😤😤
Also, I'm just gonna go with my good boys Cas and Blu (Lancer) would be the two most likely candidates for offering the titty pillows djdkkd
Cuddling Caster Cu and using his titties as pillows:
"Huh? You wanna cuddle?" He leans against his staff, his ruby eyes twinkling with mirth. "What a needy master I have, hmm?"
Having the blessed opportunity to cuddle with Cas is amazing in of itself since A) he's warm, B) he smells really nice and soothing (a forest just after it rained and sage) and C) he's got some titties
Now, his titties are not as big as his Lancer or his Berserker counter part but he still has an amazing set.
What's even better is that his favorite cuddling position is laying you on his chest while he holds you- it makes him feel like he's protecting you, even if you're taller or more muscular/bulkier than him.
He also likes to feel the weight of you on top of him in general. It's comforting.
He also prefers to cuddle without shirts on because he genuinely loves the skin-on-skin contact. But if you're not as enthused by it as he is- he'll be slightly disappointed, but he won't complain.
As long he as you lay on him. He'll pout if you don't.
Cuddles tend to be a decompressing time for both you and Cas. It's just the two of you in your room, basking in each other's presence.
But it also leads to some tender conversations:
It's nice; the way his callused finger tips trace up and down your spine in a lazy manner. His gentle breathing lulling you into a stupor. "Hey, Cas," you mutter.
He hums, his chin nuzzling down into your hair. "Yes, Master?"
"Thank you."
"For what?"
You press your cheek into the plushness of his pecs, your eyes slipping shut as you take a deep breath and then let out a sigh. "For taking care of me."
He smiles, humming while squeezing you closer to him.
Cuddling with Blue (Lancer) and using his titties as pillows:
"What? Cuddling?" His eyes sparkle, already grabbing your arm and dragging you towards your room. "Sure! We both deserve a little treat, don't we, Master?"
Absolute cuddle monster- he may love to drag you out and about for a hike or just a quick jog, but his second favorite thing is cuddling! He's arguably one of the Cu counterpart that loves cuddles the most (of course Cas would fight him for that title, but I digress).
His titties have more hard muscles than Cas does since he waves his damn lance every chance he gets. They may be firmer, but they're still sooooo comfy to lay on.
He prefers a spooning position where he's the big spoon, but he won't complain about being the little one. He just likes being a big spoon because he likes squeezing you to his chest.
He won't complain if you want to lay on his chest though. He'll laugh if you press your face into them, patting your head as he leans back.
He's another one that likes skin on skin contact, but won't force you if you get uncomfy about it.
Your cuddle conversations with Blue tend to lean more towards just mindless chatter, something casual as he tries to get you to laugh:
"You should have saw it today, Master! That damn Goldie ended up in a tree the Chimera slapped him so far!"
You smile as his chest rumbles with his own laughter. You hum in response as his fingers threading through your hair, lulling you into a sleep.
"Hey," he looks down at you, pouting, "you ain't fallin' asleep on me are you?"
"Tryin' not to." You mumble, blinking slowly and fighting the sleep that makes your eyelids so heavy.
He looks at you for a bit, a warm feeling spreads through the gaps of his ribs and before he knows it, he's smiling down at you. "Yeah, I guess it's OK if you sleep-" He squeezes you close to him, nuzzling his cheek against your head- "such a great master deserves it after all, huh?"
Hello! May I request Enkidu from fgo x fem!master reader who tries hard to convince them that they're a human - not just a doll or a weapon, but a person - and they are so worthy of love (and please love yourself and let me love you already)? From whose perspective is totally up to your inspiration. Fluff or hurt/comfort both work
Hi, hi, this took like a super duper long time, sorry for that! I'm not very sure if this is what you wanted, but here goes nothing.
Masterpost
Human or weapon?
Enkidu is a weapon, nothing but a weapon. He knows and has accepted that a long time ago. He has no likes nor dislikes, no dreams nor hopes. It does not change even when the Babylonia Empire no longer stands, when the Mesopotamia gods are no more.
Even so, the Master that summoned him is so very kind. She constantly looks for him, asking for his likes and dislikes. When he retorts that he is a weapon, that he has no uses for likes and dislikes, she merely smiles.
His Master says that since he has no likes nor dislikes, they should find some for him instead so she brings him what she likes and watches his reaction. When she starts to run out of things that she likes, he is both grateful and not.
He is determined not to succumb, to remain the weapon that he is and will always be and yet, he fails. The gods would laugh at him if they can see him now, a weapon of the gods, and yet he falls to a single human’s determination.
He continues to repeat that he has no likes nor dislikes, but he cannot help but wonder who he is trying to convince, his Master or himself? Surely himself, because he likes the way his Master smiles, brighter than the sun, he likes it when she laughs, for it is more melodious than a harp, he likes it when she looks for him, trying to get him to try something new in her never-ending quest to get him to finally admit that he likes something.
He dislikes it when she is not by his side, when she spends time with people that aren’t him, when she graces her smile to someone that isn’t him, when she laughs in the company of people that aren’t him. He dislikes it when she is sad, the days that her smiles and laughter does not come as easily as they usually do.
Maybe one day, he will finally confess that to her that she has changed him, for because of her, he now has likes and dislikes.
