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stellacity-blog · 7 years

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We got a lot of replies in regards to the doubles rule and how it could apply to Fates! We would like to thank everyone for their information and have displayed their intel under the readmore.

Specially, a bit thank you to @osciillate, @moonstudentmagus and @counterguardian !

We acknowledge this post is late, but it has helped us tremendously. Thank you!

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osciillate said:

Your friendly neighbourhood Fate RPer here to at least attempt to help clarify the whole thing with doubles in fate hopefully understandably because lbr the nasuverse is fucking weird

Basically historic figures (real people, mythological people, people from fiction) are summoned as servants under the different classes, so as you point out there’s the possibility for many different Sabers as they are simply people sharing the same class, not the same people. In the matter of Cu however for instance, certain characters have also been summoned under various classes throughout the adaptations within the nasuverse. Essentially, although he is both seen as a Caster, a Lancer and a Berserker, it is still the same character, Cu Chulainn. What might differ in his personality however, is the effect his class might have on him or the point of time he has been summoned from. Cu for instance has been summoned twice as a Lancer but even between those there’s a difference in character because one originates from the Prototype franchise and one is from the Stay Night franchise. One can argue that they are essentially the same, but still different due to the adaptation variations. As could a difference be with his Berserker self who has been hit by the Mad Enhancement skill from the Berserker class that basically grants power at the cost of the character’s sanity, i.e. this version is also a different one despite still being the same base character. Another example can be seen in Gilgamesh who is summoned twice as an Archer (in his adult and child form, both remarkably different in personality) and as a Caster in which he is literally summoned from another point in his life and thus also has quite a difference in personality from the Archer summoned in Zero and Stay Night.

Also there is the matter of Saberfaces that you have unintentionally touched upon by likening Okita and Arturia because although they share the same class and face, they are widely different characters as their base character is different (King Arthur and Okita Souji respectively). The only versions of the saberfaces that are actually the same character is the Swimsuit versions of the original characters summoned in one of the Grand Order events. Personally I would argue that although Swimsuit Arturia for instance has been summoned under a different class, she is still the same Arturia personality. Arturia Alter, Lancer Arturia, Lancer Arturia Alter and, I would argue, Mystery Heroine X as well, are all different enough to be considered their own version of Arturia, as is the male version, Arthur, from Prototype. What you would want to keep an eye out for in the matter of doubles is if the base name is the same as a character already on the list. Another character you will want to look out for is Emiya Shirou who is basically *Spoiler warning* the original for Archer Emiya we already have in the group.*Spoiler warning over*

To sum up a long explanation, every incarnation safe for a few exceptions (Like my Jekyll I classify as Berserker, but in Grand Order he’s summoned as an assassin but he is still entirely the same character), the characters still have enough differences to be considered their own, and it would be hard to draw a line for what would be considered a canon double and what would be considered a separate character. What you can count on for certain though is that although a character shares the same class (i.e. Archer, Saber, Berserker) as long as the name is different the characters have nothing to do with each other. I hope this helped you out a bit!

osciillate said: Thinking about it, i just thought of a good analogy: think of the same character/different classes matter as somewhat being along the lines of the job paths in elsword. It’s basically the same character but there’s still some variations depending on what job path the character is on

moonstudentmagus said:

((I admit my GO knowledge isn’t the best, but I wouldn’t count this particular case, as Caster Cu has been teased as a possibility for Lancer for a while before and from all indications looks to be the same character just…in a different class. Esp in Steci I can’t see how they’d be distinct enough from one another. Contrast his depictions in Prototype (different portrayal) or Alter from GO (explictly not the same guy)

counterguardian said:

(In reference to the caster/lancer cu question) I’d say such a form of double would be fine. The ones you’ll want to look more on mun permission for would be the variations that fall under the same Servant Class still like Arturia who comes in regular, altered, and lily (younger) form. Since while they can be seen as separate characters, it is only such due to timelines.

#faq #we don't really have a tag for this kind of info fgcdfvc #once again thanks #i wanted to write up a conclusion too but we have unfortunately been busy orz

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akampana · 3 years

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DECIDED TO MAKE ONE OF THESE BC WHY NOT ITS POST VALENTINES DAY

Bonus below cut!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA happy Valentine’s Day <3

#ship dynamics #akampana #fate #honestly all these apply bc i love them all so much #yall are gonna see these tropes a lot in my writing #so many wips i swear #hahahah #do any of you like these tropes too #tell me if you do pls #diarturia #gilart #cutoria #cuturia #lancelot x arturia #cu alter x arturia #bedituria

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akampana · 3 years

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“Child of Light...is it truly you?”

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rbs and likes are appreciated! :)

Another (better version) from the E Pluribus Unum AU I made a while back, where Saber was summoned into the Celtic side because Cú Alter believed he needed a worthier queen. This took place shortly after her summoning.

Arturia answered the call because she recognized his voice from when they met in the Fifth Holy Grail War, only to find his altered form in his place.

Is it her sense of duty that prevented her from leaving? The fact that she owed him? Or was it something else?

#cutoria #cuturia #cu alter x arturia #fate #fgo #cu alter #artoria pendragon #arturia pendragon #e pluribus unum #I think ill start tagging this EPUAU for short #EPUAU #fate grand order #i almost died making his armor #but i will do anything for this ship #so pls ship it also #look at that sweet height difference #as if he wasnt already a foot taller without the heels

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akampana · 3 years

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Prompt n.24 sounds very interesting. Arturia is a king, but also a knight. And the one thing a knight has by their side, is their trusted weapon...

But we know that sometimes, a weapon is not just a weapon. Sometimes its much more...

Right, Cu Alter?

24. “You will never lose me. I will always be right here beside you.”

Cu Alter x Arturia

One-shot, set in a world where Cú Chulainn and King Arthur exist in the same time period. Enjoy! Thanks for the ask!

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A loud clang resounded within the stone confines of the throne room, and yet it was quiet compared to the storm raging hell outside, and quieter still to the turmoil that wracked King Arthur’s mind.

Tristan’s desertion was followed by those of a number of knights. The first crack in the glass foundation that kept Camelot’s flag flying high. The exposure of Lancelot’s affair, however, was the hammer that finally smashed it to smithereens. Now here she was left amongst the rubble, with an aggrieved Gawain, a conflicted Bedivere and the cold, dead body of poor Agravain, who fell victim to her excommunicated First Knight. Arturia did not know where Merlin was. Kay had left months ago with all his fortune. She needn’t be a genius to know he wasn’t coming back.

What the people demanded was revenge for King Arthur’s cuckolding: the hunt and execution of the treacherous French knight that fled to his homeland, to whom Arturia held no grudge. Her logic demanded she carry out the farce, but what remained of her sealed-up heart did not.

From this derived her conflict, which she wrestled in solitude, here at the glaringly empty Round Table that used to seat her comrades.

Pursue the man she’s forgiven or stay her hand? Give the people what they want or stand by her own beliefs?

Arturia flinched as cool metal brushed against her fingertips, her startled eyes climbing to meet orbs the color of the wine she just spilled.

“King—!” the glare he sent her stilled her tongue at once, his inhuman crimson eyes glowing in the dim candlelight.

“Cú,” she corrected herself, wrapping her cloak tighter around herself. Her thinner night garbs did little to hide the secret of her sex. In the dead of night, she wasn’t expecting any visitors. Especially not at the Round Table, which was devoid of all life at this hour.

“Has your fire gone out for the night?” she said, twisting her father’s silver ring around her thumb as she spoke, “I will arrange for a servant to assist you at once—”

“Forget it,” interrupted the brutal warrior, reclining himself into Lancelot’s former seat as he poured his own goblet. “Can’t sleep in all this racket.”

She knew instinctively he didn’t mean the storm. Regretful green eyes inspected the mess in the corner, wasted wine that was a victim to her ire. Briefly, she wondered how the foreign king could hear her from all the way in the east wing, but it was hardly important. Cú was already a man of few words. He wouldn’t waste any on small talk.

“Yer gonna chase the bastard, aren’t ya? It’s what yer subjects want,” came his raspy declaration, cutting in through the silence just before a crack of lightning illuminated the room. Their eyes clashed in the glaring white light, blood orbs against evergreen.

“I can...I cannot deny them the justice they expect of me,” she answered, grief lacing the small voice that barely carried itself through the thunder.

“So you deny yerself. Just like you’ve done all yer life. Ain’t that right, Arturia?”

It took King Arthur a moment to fully grasp what had come out of his lips. Her breath began to labor as she wracked her brain for an excuse. Panic settled into her bones faster than the snow outside seeped into the grass. Before she could formulate anything, however, she felt Cú’s fingers encircle her wrist.

“Relax. I ain’t telling no one. Weapons don’t talk, remember?” he soothed, as much as an emotionless killing machine could, anyway.

“You are not just a weapon. We have been over this.” Arturia shot back, momentarily forgetting the source of her stress.

As her frantic breaths began to still, she managed a small question. “How long have you known?”

His claws released their grip, lamenting the small indents they left on her skin. “Since ya wasted yer fourteenth seat on a foreign king that once would have torn yer land asunder.”

Cú reached past her arms, lifting the wool cloak from the short king’s chest. Sure enough, he now had his confirmation, a modest chest that was so cleverly hidden behind her armor plates.

“‘Tis of little consequence to me,” he voiced, replacing the garment she pulled so closely around herself. She watched him as he gave her another glass of wine, trying to discern if he spoke the truth.

“I don’t bloody care about what’s between yer legs, the same way you never cared for this fucking tail that trails behind me. All I need to hear are yer orders,” her allied king continued, flicking away a loose strand of hair with the scaly appendage.

“If ya wanna kill Lancelot, Arturia, I’m with ya. Point me in the way of France. But if not, then gimme some other fucking command. I don’t give a shit, as long as it’s what ya want.”

The King of Knights pursed her lip, still unaccustomed to hearing her real name from one who wasn’t supposed to know her secret. Especially when the one who used it was someone she did not expect: the displaced King of Connacht, who was more frequently an envoy serving at her court as an allied Warrior of the Round Table than the ruler of his late queen’s territory. The latter job, Cú had delegated to Fergus, as the “Mad” King had chosen to dedicate his freedom to the one that liberated him.

Arturia shook off his crass manner of speech. After nearly a decade of having him by her side, she’d grown accustomed to his language, even if he was frequently scoffed at by Agravain and Gaheris when the siblings still lived.

The reminder of her knights’ deaths led her gaze back to her table and its empty seats. There were so few that still belonged to the living. Some of them were never to be filled again. Arturia turned to her right, to where Lancelot once sat, meeting ruby eyes instead of onyx ones.

“Then how about this,” she suggested, imprinting the Irish King’s face into her memory the same way she’d done for the rest of her knights. Slowly, she slipped off the silver ring she’d been fiddling with and slid it onto his pinky.

“Return to your homeland with as much gold as you can carry and my eternal gratitude. Take a fourth of the cattle. Reward each of those in your service with one and keep the rest to enrich Connacht.”

Thunder raged on outside the castle walls, but it was the silence of the king before her that unnerved Arturia to a ridiculous extent. For while neither were as talkative as her remaining nephew, the quiet had never been quite so tense.

“The hell?” Cú finally asked, glaring at the Pendragon ring with disgust instead of honor. “You’d have me run? Do ya think me a coward—”

“—I think you are a king that should not die for the flag of a kingdom that is not his,” she cut him off, grasping his hand before he could tear her father’s ring off. “You asked for an order. This is it.”

Cú Chulainn’s claws dug into the collar of her cloak, as he pulled her to his face, a menacing look upon his countenance.

“An order?” he grunted harshly, “Or a feeble attempt at driving me away before I can leave you?”

Arturia’s struggles suddenly ceased, her limbs going limp before the foreign king finally let go of her clothes. The chairs screeched as each ruler fell back onto them, the older one far more irate than the younger.

“That’s what this is about, isn’t it?” Cú murmured, his voice soft as his fist thudded onto the circular table. “Ya’ve been an absolute tool since that depressing redhead turned in his rank, and some thoughtless fools followed. Then ya let Lancelot leave, don’t even bloody try to tell me he got away.”

Arturia turned her head, hiding her eyes behind her hay-colored hair. It mattered not how her charisma could sway crowds, her tongue knew not how to lie. Green eyes searched the empty room, counting the few chairs that would be occupied tomorrow. Her sister’s remaining sons’, Bedivere’s and...oh, how very few.

Arturia rested her hand on his fist, urging him to keep the heirloom as proof of the great service he gave Camelot.

“Go home, Cú. I cannot...I cannot lose you, too.” the British king sighed, getting used to the chill of solitude. She’d always known that a life as king was a life alone. At least with Cú, she could choose the day he left, instead of spending her time counting the days till he made his exit, just like her knights, her wizard, her brother.

“Don’t ask something so fucking stupid then go looking so damn pitiful,” he responded, flipping their hands and dragging her into his space till her lips touched his.

There was a reason Cú had stayed, pawning off Connacht to someone else that deserved it more and joining Camelot’s court instead. Not only had Arturia broken the geis that kept him tied to Medb, but she also gave him purpose.

Cú never spoke of it, but he remembered their first meeting like it was yesterday.

It was on the battlefield, back when he was still bound by geis to serve another mistress. Medb, the sly vixen, had tricked him into her service, forcing him into the frontlines till he’d slain every single one of his former comrades.

Bathed in the blood of his friends, the red clouding his vision, the man who was once Ulster’s proudest warrior was no more. His valiant face was replaced by a monstrous visage, his armaments were stained black. Upon his head sat a crown of thorns, forced onto his head by a queen who knew nothing but chaos.

Before long, the name he was proud to take up had been given new meaning. He was no longer Ulster’s guard dog, but Medb’s rabid hound, who sunk his teeth into anything and everything that so much as irked the devilish queen. Cú Alter, she called him, now that she’d bent him to her tastes. Cú Alter, a fitting name to a warrior forced to tarnish his own title.

As the bodies piled up around him, no rhyme nor reason for their slaughter, Cú began to see himself in a darker light, grasping at straws for some sort of purpose behind all the mindless killing.

He must have been a monster. A monster that massacred all that stood in his way regardless of honor and glory. Yes, that must have been it, he convinced himself, finally submitting to the dark cage that his hated loathsome queen had put him under.

As the black chains dragged him deeper and deeper into his own personal hell, he took up his spear once again. It lashed out whenever he touched it, staining itself dark till the vibrant red he used to wield was nowhere to be found. Once more, to the battlefield, said Medb. Once more, he tore across it with a godlike ease.

Then suddenly the cursed spear collided with its match, a sword of shining light that glowed as bright as its wielder. He remembered the moment so clearly, his breath hitching at his throat as his strikes were pushed back, the wind pressure whipping his hood out of his face. His heart pounded with adrenaline as his gaze fell down to his opponent: a tiny little thing, so small they should have fallen to his last strike, but there they still stood, defiant green eyes staring up at him with no fear.

Rage overtook his figure, fueling his strikes as he tried to cast the small warrior back, but all his efforts were met with equal force.

“My name is Arthur Pendragon, King of Camelot.” a small voice, too fragile to have been a man’s, rung out across the battlefield. Spear met sword once again, pausing in their dance.

“Your name, knight.”

Even though he stayed on his feet, it was like the king had pulled the rug from under him. Their eyes locked once more, and he saw himself within the green irises, staring mouth agape at his opponent.

His name? His name? How long had it been since he’d been asked for his name? How many foes had he slain since then? How many nameless faces had he sent to the grave? How could this person, this puny king, take one look at his monstrous form and face him like a knight regardless?

“Cú Chulainn,” came his raspy voice, which too often had been used to roar like a beast. It felt foreign on his lips, which had ‘til then spoke nothing but bitter resentment.

That day, Arturia saw more than the monster. More than the weapon he’d disillusioned himself into being. Cú followed the king after Medb’s defeat, intending to find some proof that it was all a fluke, but it never happened. Arturia never treated him or her knights like a weapon or a tool. Arturia treated him like an equal.

And now, years spent the line, she was robbing him of that feeling, sending him away with glory and riches. If he were younger, he’d have jumped at the prize of heroic fame, but that was no longer what he wanted. What he wanted was to be right here, right next to the person that made him feel human again.

As their lips parted, Cú sent a glare through the empty seats of each of the deserters. He’d never understand how they could leave their king behind. He’d met his fair share of monarchs— hell, he technically was one—and even as belligerent a person he was, he wouldn’t wield his spear for any other.

“You will never lose me,” Cú declared in between rough kisses. “I will always be right here beside you. Understand?”

The Irishman returned her ring as she nodded, breathless, into his shoulder. She had one. Even if the world were to turn on Arturia, she still had one. One that would stay forever beside her.

Beside her...

Beyond Cú, the shorter king saw the backrest of Lancelot’s former seat, and finally, she knew just what to do to settle the people and follow her heart at the same time.

“Disregard my previous orders. Heed this instead…”

As the words left his king’s lips, Cú Chulainn proudly grinned.

#and then the two of them make sure the battle of camlann never happens #the end #hahahaahh #akampana asks #love confession prompts #tysm for the ask!#cuturia #cu alter x arturia #cutoria #cu alter #arturia pendragon #artoria pendragon #arturia #artoria #saber #berserker #fgo #fate

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akampana · 3 years

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Is there a story with this summer fling? you got me interested

This post

I had a plot bunny I didn’t plan on writing, but since you asked, here you go. :)

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He’s touched her before.

It was unavoidable, she supposed, the first time it happened, considering she’s been fielded with the severe Servant so often. And while Master always liked to keep her on the frontlines, Cú Alter always had the honor to take the rear.

They never shared the battlefield for too long. Everyone knew that once the blackened version of Gae Bolg appeared on the grounds, the enemy was as good as finished. She and Alter only had slivers of time that were over and done with in a blink. He’d grab her by the wrist and pull her out of his way, close his claws around her arm to yank her out of incoming projectiles, dig his fingers into her shoulder as he pushed her to the side.

Nightingale no longer asked where she got the additional wounds, immediately recognizing the distinctive claw marks left by Cú Chulainn’s midnight gloves. And since the nurse never questioned the king anymore, Arturia never found out it was only her that ever returned with the Berserker’s personal brand.

Even after a few years down the line, when Alter had gotten comfortable enough to toss his lunch tray down at her table in the cafeteria, or invite himself into the few practice sessions she reserved for herself, he never really stopped his handling of her. Diarmuid was always perturbed by the bruises, Cú—the one from her war—lashed out at his more monstrous form whenever he saw the scratches, but Arturia did not really mind. It was how she knew Alter actually gave a damn about Master’s mission. Maybe a little about her. Nothing else to it.

Then summer came along.

As a familiar, warm hand encircled her wrist, she turned her gaze upward, a greeting on her lips. She caught herself before saying ‘Lancer’, as she looked up to a tattooed face. Though surprised, she followed as Alter pulled her away by the arm, too distracted by the warmth of his claw-less hands to think of much else.

For the first time, he left no wounds where he held her, no grazes for her protective friends to find. He marvelled in her bare skin the same way she did his silhouette, free from the dragon-like exoskeleton that always had him so caged. Their conversation was wordless, conveyed in rough touches and the clumsy brush of her fingers against the fabric of his tank.

It had been six days since then. Six days of being stolen away from her knights as the sunset lay its glow upon Luluhawa Island.

He’d made her evenings his, taking his fellow king to whatever private nook he’d found during the day while he avoided Medb. He kissed her the first night, they sparred the second. The third, she spent with him on a sailboat, running her hands through the waves while the stoic Berserker continued to prove he was more than just the war machine he claimed to be. Fishing...it seemed that aspect of Cú Chulainn stayed despite the beauty queen’s interference.

Arturia snapped out of her daydreaming, brought back to the present by the feel of his fingers in her hair. With a gentle pull, her golden locks came loose, cascading down her shoulders in waves.

The king locked eyes with the man in between her legs, finding an expression undecipherable. Times like these, she wished she could read Alter’s thoughts with the ease that she predicted his movements in combat. However, she supposed she owed the latter to the innumerable days she spent fighting by his side. There wasn’t a method to learning what went on in the Berserker’s head. So, she opted for something more direct.

Touching her hands to the pads of his fingers, she asked him the question. So caught up was she in admiring the way their hands fit together, that the words he answered back did not register right away.

Then, she was a flower left to wilt, her fingers falling, retreating, as the phrase that left his lips finally hit her. She drew herself back quietly, climbing off of his chest with only one thought left running through her mind.

Of course.

Arturia tried to smile as she closed the door behind her, softly telling Cú Alter she’d see him back at Chaldea after this whole beach singularity was over. Perhaps the summer heat had affected her judgement.

Of course, there wasn’t any meaning behind his actions over the last couple of days. Of course there wasn’t. It’s just…

The King of Knights looked down at her hands, the spaces between her fingers suddenly feeling far too empty.

Stupid. She told herself, trying to forget the warmth of his touch.

She was so stupid.

#akampana asks #originally I thought of a three parter while I was drawing but #this is fine #:’)#welcome to the Cú Alter x Arturia hellhole anon #hope you enjoy your stay #cuturia #cutoria #cu alter #arturia pendragon #fate #fate fanfic

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akampana · 2 years

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Your recent fanart of Cu Alter x Artoria made me believe they're a match made in the Irish otherworld. Thank you for giving them the happiness they deserve, especially Cu Alter.

Heya! Thank you too! 😊 I’m happy you liked it! I’m dedicating the next thing I post to you, but before that, have this:

A little teaser. Hahaha

#I’m so so so so happy that you like them because ahh cutoria is so rare already #and cu alter x Arturia is my lil baby #I love them so much #I just have so many feelings for them #akampana asks #cutoria #cuturia

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akampana · 3 years

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Love Confession Drabbles Masterlist

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA it took over a month, but I'm finally done with all 25 of the Love Confession Prompts!

Special thanks to @creativepromptsforwriting for making such a great list that gave birth to all 25 of these fate fics! Go follow them for all your writing prompt needs, they've got great stuff!

I made this separate list just to keep things organized, but here is my original post, which contains both the prompts with my list of fics reblogged, but you can refer to the first link above for the prompts alone and the links below for my fics. I'll be moving these to AO3 soon too, so watch out for that!

1 Gilgamesh x Arturia | Vampire x Hunter 2 Lancelot x Arturia 3 Lancer Cú x Artoria 4 CasGil Summer (Gorgeous-P) x Ruler Artoria 5 Marie Antoinette x Arturia 6 Casgil x Lartoria 7 Lartoria x CasGil x Lalter 8 EMIYA x Arturia 9 Archer Gilgamesh x Arturia 10 Bedivere x Arturia 11 Archer Gilgamesh x Arturia 12 Lancelot x Arturia 13 Sétanta x Saber Lily 14 Diarturia 15 GilDiar 16 Cú Chulainn x Arturia | Werewolf AU 17 Arturia Rider Alter x Gilgamesh | Maid x Rich Boy 18 Kojirou Sasaki x Arturia 19 Gilgamesh x Arturia 19.5 Nobunaga x Arturia 20 Gilgamesh x Arturia x Diarmuid 21 Ozymandias x Arturia 22 Platonic Merlin & Arturia 23 Saber Diarmuid x Arturia 24 Cu Alter x Arturia 25 Caster Gilgamesh x Arturia

Thank you so much for all the asks you sent and for accompanying me on this lil journey. :) I had a great time. :>

#there's just one more I want to do from this list hehe as a bonus #I'm so happy to be putting out all this arturia love. ;">#love confession prompts #akampana #akampana speaks #my fanfiction #fate #fgo

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akampana · 3 years

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General 3 with your favourite edgy, black-armored, tail-sporting, sharp-bitin, spear-chucklin, blood-shedding, self-reducing, pain-feeling, medb-hatin, rude-speaking, honest-talking, stiletto-wearing, rune-using, America-conquering Berserker Cu Chulainn

With his favourite shortie of course.

(IMAGINE THE MONSTER TONGUE)

*starts beatboxing* POP-OFF ANON! HAHAH I LOVED THAT

I was answering these for a Modern AU so before I start, it might be good to mention that for Modern AU's my take on Cú Alter's character is basically he looks like this:

And he still gets called Alter, but for a different reason: Because of his Alternative style. HAHA see what I did there?

(Additionally, this^ that sketch up there is from a Cú Alter x Arturia fic im working on that takes place in a University AU in the present day. It's called "Dog House" and all the Cú's are actual siblings. Be a while before its released though.)

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On to the actual answer (Not University AU, just Modern AU)

General 3: What was their first kiss like?

It was angry, drunk, and it very nearly turned into something more.

Nobody in the prestigious Pendragon Family approved of Cú Alter as a potential partner for their precious heiress. He would never fit into their cookie-cutter perfect life, there wasn't a chance. And while Cú claimed he didn't give a fuck about what her family thought of him, eventually Uther thought it best he intercede before his daughter's foolishness ruined their image.

Cú broke up with her over the phone and just lost himself to alcohol. A few hours later, Arturia shows up at his bar similarly intoxicated, a hot mess in her pencil skirt and disheveled hair. She shoved him into the secret back room and started yelling at him like there was no tomorrow because she didn't deserve to be left like that and she refused to accept that the times they spent together didn't matter. he argued that he wasn't good for her, she told him being with him was the only time she ever felt free-

And then suddenly, her back was on the wall and his lips were on hers. He tasted like alcohol and smoke but she didn't care. Arturia had only just begun to feel the cool metal ball that sat on his tongue when she was lifted off her feet and thrown onto the old mattress in the corner. Then he was kissing her again.

They got handsy, but Cú stopped before crossing the line. He didn't want to go any further than that while they were intoxicated. He loved her, he didn't want Arturia to regret anything.

thank you for the ask owo im sorry it got a little o////o

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akampana · 2 years

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Cu Alter Sickness 9 x arturia.

"i'm nothing but a wea-oi, why do you look so pale? Are you foolish enough to come out while feeling i'll? Tsk, your hopeless, i guess i have no choice but to assist you."

9. “I’m no doctor, but I’m pretty sure you need to get medical attention.”

Cú Alter and Arturia. ngl, what a coincidence to get this for Cutoria again but Alter this time. :> Hope you don't mind but I bent your prompt a little bit. Enjoy!

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Arturia thought it a privilege to be fielded so often, especially even after several Servants had joined their ranks.

These days, rather than a small found family, it seemed Ritsuka was housing an army within the new Chaldea’s walls. Either way, Saber kept to her role, having grown accustomed to the toll Excalibur took on her body after being fired so many times in succession. Seeing the smiles on her newer comrades’ faces was worth it, especially when she brought back so many golden Embers.

At least, it had been that way before this Singularity hit. It was one of history’s minor errors, which they participated in only to retrieve a Holy Grail. Arturia was sent out with her usual companions, Wav—er, Lord El-Melloi II and Spartacus, yet...their painstakingly practiced formation was failing.

The King of Knights leapt from the ground like a panther, tackling the long-haired Caster to the ground before the long weapon could impale itself into his chest. Without sparing a moment to rest, she flipped back into her battle stance, grabbing hold of the offending spear and tossing it right into the visor of one of the resilient Lancer-types that stood before them. But where he fell, two more of the irritatingly resilient beings sprang up into place, reminding her she’d barely made a dent in their numbers yet. Even if her sword was still glowing from the heat of use.

Excalibur’s golden dust clung to the enemy’s iron-clad shoulders, mocking her failure to eliminate them in one blow with her holy blade.

Had she gotten complacent? Weak? Careless? Endless questions wracked her mind as she surged forward into their ranks with Master hastily offering his support. How could this happen? She’d released more than enough energy to fell common enemies, especially those from the Lancer Class. This mission should have gone without a hitch.

Behind her, Spartacus’s strangled cry faded into nothingness, bringing their ranks down to three while at least six of the enemy remained. Arturia pursed her lip, her pride refusing to accept that nameless knights could stagger such an experienced team as theirs, but she stomped it out in lieu of her Master’s safety.

“Waver!” she tossed her voice over her shoulder, ducking under a sickle-like slash that would have lopped her head from her neck. Unfortunately, her distraction was costly. Just as soon as she felt the English mage’s spells take effect, a second spear forced itself through the flesh just below her ribcage like a blade through paper.

Pain shot through her system like a bolt of lightning, shocking the adrenaline out of her spine. Without even thinking, she grabbed the weapon and pulled its owner forward, right into her waiting blade. Then, with a burst of strength and the hurricane that sprang from her weapon, she cast the hulking suit of armor far out her space before raising her arms to the heavens for the sixth time in this battle.

“...Ex...calibur.”

Blonde eyelashes fluttered open under fluorescent white as the Servants reappeared in Chaldea. It wasn’t the usual cheers that welcomed them back. Although the battle had ended successfully, it was hardly anything victorious. Most Servants knew to leave the kingly types well enough alone whenever missions were less than stellar, for a bruised ego tended to lash out.

Cú Alter was not ‘most Servants’.

“Oi,” he called, pissed at his very bloodied long-time sparring partner for brushing past him and into the hallway without even a nod. After all that time he spent waiting in the Command Room, this is what he gets?

Metal clanged on the floor where he stepped, warning all in the hall to get out of his path. “Ya owe me a fight, shortie. The hell are you running away for?”

Arturia stopped in her tracks and spun on her heel to face him, specks of blood dripping from her chin. “Cú, I am hardly in the mood for—!”

The woman huffed, her sword disappearing along with the tension in her shoulders. “Forgive me, I did not mean to raise my voice. However...I still believe it would do you well to exercise a little patience. I doubt you’ll derive much out of me as I am now.”

Arturia let the rest of her armor dissolve, exposing the extent of her wounds to the Servant who’d (hopefully not too reluctantly) been by her side since day one. His red eyes surveyed the damage her dress did not cover: the slowly healing hole in her side, the bruises from the spear shaft, the small cut on her cheek she remembered not the source of.

His grumpy expression did not change, but she didn’t expect it to. Others tended to forget Cú Alter had far worse than an eternal pebble in his shoe, cursed with a chronic pain nigh unbearable. Of course, his default visage would look a little annoyed.

A few scratches like hers would hardly faze him, but it wasn’t pity that she sought by showing him her wounds. Arturia would never weasel her way out of a promise. She just did so to tell him she couldn’t perform at her best, knowing fighting was one of the things he (and all the other Cú’s, really) quite enjoyed.

Before she could say anything else, his claw was on Arturia’s chin, lifting a stray droplet of blood from her jawline.

“Fine. Ya get fifteen minutes. Shower. Yer a fuckin’ mess,” he said crassly, turning in his high heels—more proficiently than she ever would in stilettos—and stomping away.

Arturia rolled her eyes, used to his manner of speech, and she limped to the bathroom, completely missing the moment he licked her blood from his finger.

Perhaps he was being a little harsh, but he knew words of comfort would only agitate her more. Plus it seemed he was rather...talentless in that regard. What was he supposed to do, say something like “I’m no doctor, but I’m pretty sure you need to get medical attention.” then scoop her up bridal style and take her to Nightingale? Yeesh. Blech. Disgusting. Just the thought made him gag. He could leave that shit to that green Deer-whatever-the-hell-his-name-was.

The best he could do, he reminded himself as she arrived at the sparring room exactly fifteen minutes later, was give her something to take her anger out on. Even if that meant enduring a few of her jabs straight to the face.

...

The following day, another Lancer node stood in Master’s path, and Cú Alter once again found himself leaning on the door jamb of the Command Room. As nonchalant as he played it, the tailed, lizard-like Servant could not look more out of place. Despite that, no one, not even the nosier Servants dared question his presence. The reason he was here was obvious.

The only female he could truly stand had once again been sent out to a day-long series of battles versus seemingly endless Lancers. Honestly, Da Vinci wondered sometimes who he was trying to fool. Between the slight twitches whenever Arturia did those showy midair turns of hers and the subtle smirks when she fired her Noble Phantasm, his admiration for her was difficult to miss.

Today, however, Cú Alter was different, his tail drooping to the floor and swaying dejectedly. He had his arms folded, claws digging indents into his bicep as he watched Arturia claim victory after victory after victory. They hadn’t changed the lineup from the day before. That grey-skinned zerker and the twink still stood by the King of Knights. Though Cú would not wish misfortune on them, their consistent victories seemed all too good to be true considering the outcome of their battle yesterday. There couldn’t have been an instantaneous boost in combat capabilities against those hardy suits of armor when they were using the same formation.

Every now and then, Arturia would grimace as if struck, hiding her pain beyond a carefully tailored mask. But Cú could see through it. And every time she used that damn glowing sword, it illuminated her suffering like a spotlight. He didn’t understand why no one else looked so alarmed when she’d called for her Noble Phantasm. How many times was it now? Thirty? Forty?

By the time the group came back through the Rayshift, Alter’s frustration had festered into a poorly hidden fury, his anger manifesting in the way he grabbed Arturia’s wrist and towed her into the nearest room as soon as she materialized.

“Cú—”

“Don’t bother, ya know I at least trump you in strength,” he bit back, turning to face her without dropping her hand. “Why the fuck do ya look so pale?”

The black, bony appendage behind him slapped itself onto the broom closet’s light switch, confirming his observation. Arturia had always been on the lighter-skinned side of Servants, but this time she was sheet-white. Not even a splash of pink on her features, not even in her lips. It was one of the traits that differentiated her from her own Alter, who, while he found similarly tempting, wasn’t the Arturia Pendragon he’d spent most of the Singularities fighting beside.

“That is none of your concern,” Arturia deflected, reaching toward the closet door. “If you wish to spar, I still have the energy—”

Cú leaned to the side, slamming the door closed and sealing her escape with his much bigger body. Outside, Servants and staff alike hurried to be on their way, knowing a closed closet like that tended to house rather...amorous interactions.

“I ain’t a bloody idiot, Arturia,” he said, folding his arms as his exoskeleton armor clacked against the wall. “Ya were off the entire time ya were out there. Footwork was sloppy. Stances hardly steady. Didya think I wouldn’t notice after, what’s it been? Years?”

Arturia narrowed her eyes at the much taller servant, exhaustion dimming the usual fiery glow of her green orbs. A long and heavy breath escaped her lips as she mirrored his pose, leaning on her side. It was odd to know he’d been so observant of her when most things garnered no more than a second of his attention, but such was Cú Alter. He tended to show his care a little bit differently.

“I know that stiff-ass way ya fight better than I know how this—” He grabbed his tail, shaking it in front of her for emphasis “— fuckin’ works, so either ya tell me what the hell is going on or we can spend the rest of the night here.”

The innuendo hit him a second after, a toothy grin slowly replacing his serious expression. “’Course that ain’t a terrible idea if yer down to take some dic—.”

Arturia smacked his tattooed chest with the back of her hand, appreciating the attempt to lighten the air but dismissing the thought. Just like that, Cú Alter’s scolding expression returned like it never left.

Chewing on her lip, the woman held up her hand between them, golden dust dancing on her palm like fireflies. In their place appeared a small card with gold borders, the white-haired woman depicted on it bringing a solemn expression onto Arturia’s face.

The Black Grail. Cú recognized this Craft Essence. Master deigned to use it often because of the negative effect it had on the Servants, even if their Noble Phantasms became considerably stronger. No wonder she felt like shit. Arturia had this on all day while rapid-firing Excalibur. Likely, she’d be off doing the same thing tomorrow, and the day after that, this damn king.

Alter clicked his tongue as he snatched the card away, ignoring her protests. “You’re hopeless. Guess I have no choice but to assist ya.”

Cú swung the door open decisively, scanning the hallway for a sign of Master. Nothing. Oh well, he’d find Ritsuka eventually.

“Assist me?” Arturia queried indignantly, tailing him as he trudged down the halls. Times like these, she wished she had a few more inches to her height, because no matter how fast she walked, the length of his stride always kept him ahead. “I don’t remember asking for your assistance.”

The Irishman rolled his eyes at her air quotes and swerved past his other selves, who looked on curiously as Arturia continued to follow him. Neither of them ever understood why Arturia picked Alter when it wasn’t him she had history with, but they did admit it was pretty entertaining to watch them bicker.

“If yer foolish enough to keep going out there in that state, then ya really must be ill,” Alter shot back, dodging EMIYA as he entered the cafeteria. Arturia was not so lucky, bumping into the tall red Archer as she continued her chase. She must have looked foolish now, being forced to maneuver around Servants when the six-foot porcupine’s appearance alone had their comrades clearing out of the way.

“Cú, you know Master no longer fields you for farming.”

“Forgettin’ how we met, shortie? He used to,” the man responded curtly, holding the Craft Essence above his head while he searched the table cliques for their blue-eyed contractor. He wasn’t with the Romans, or the simps, or the writers, jeez, where the hell was he?

Arturia sputtered, refusing to jump for the card lest she be compared to a little toddler reaching for candy. “Well, there used to be less than thirty of us here.”

“Ya saying I can’t fucking farm?” the Berserker shot back pettily, moving the short swordswoman away with his tail before resuming his parade down the Chaldea halls.

Arturia scoffed, full on sprinting just to stand in his way. “I did not say that—”

“C’mon, ya know I’m nothing but a wea—” nope. Not opening that can of worms again. He was trying to help, not piss her off further.

“I can farm if I want to farm,” he said instead, staring her down with aflame ruby eyes as she responded with a similar glare. Lugh, she could be so damn stubborn at times, he felt like he was in love with an iron wall and not the stiff, blonde spitfire that never let him get away with anything.

“You know that is not the issue,” Arturia argued. Still. Gods, if he weren’t under Mad Enhancement already, he was sure she’d be getting him there. Did she have to make this so difficult all the time?

Alter broke their gaze, his sight travelling down her pale cheeks and the long bangs that framed her face.

“Listen, Cú, I was the one who requested that Craft Essence. I admit it has affec—mmh!” said Arturia, her voice hitching as the Irish hound connected their lips.

His were chapped, but warm, moving against hers roughly enough that she had to lean against the wall behind her for support. As the surprise faded from her features, she felt him cup her cheek with his free hand, tilting his head to deepen their kiss. But, just when she parted her mouth to permit his entry, he withdrew, playfully pulling on her lower lip between his teeth as he backed away.

Tease. She thought, her eye twitching at the knowing smirk that distorted the red runes just under his eyes.

“It wouldn’t kill ya to sit out the next few nodes, ya crazy little shit,” the man commented, flicking her forehead with his finger. He was glad to see some color return to her face. She’d always looked hotter in a blush.

When he started walking down the hall, resuming his search for their Master, Arturia no longer followed. As much as she fumed, it was more than obvious she’d been defeated.

Just before he rounded the corner, the Mad King added(failing to make it sound like an afterthought), “Go sit in my room or something, ya smell good.”

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I usually write these two so serious so its nice to just have something cute. Also i dont think they ever explain what CE's are like in game, so I've always sort of thought they were like this, like guda just has this massive deck and they give them to the Servants just before they head off. HAHAHA

thanks for the ask!

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