#kadoc x reader

[fandom-go-round]

Can I request for Mermaid!Kadoc x Pirate Captain!Reader? Like Reader captured him but eventually fall in love and maybe there's slightly nsfw?

Thank you!

Warnings: Sex, Sexual Situations, Mermaid x Human Sex, Fantasy Genitalia

Kadoc is a brat and you 100% deserve it. At first, you were in it for the money. Mermaids always go for a high price and Kadoc is gorgeous; pale hair and skin with a jet-black tail. It doesn’t help that when the sun hits just right, his scales shimmer with rainbows. He’s by far the most stunning mermaid you’ve ever seen and he takes advantage of that. Every day he’s trying to escape, either by clawing a hole through the wood or using one of the other sailors as a hostage. You have to give him credit, he has no shortage of ideas.

You don’t treat him badly, besides the whole kidnapping and not letting him leave thing and Kadoc is confused. Most pirates kill mermaids without thinking, taking their scales and selling whatever they can for profit. The fact that you’re keeping him alive is odd and Kadoc can’t say he’s not curious. It’ll get him killed one day but he can’t bring himself to kill you, even when there are ample opportunities.

Things change when you refuse the sell Kadoc to your buyer; the guy has always been a shady asshole and you can’t give Kadoc to him. Not after the two of you get closer and are finally starting to talk like almost-friends. You run the buyer through and then you’re on the run, ship sailing from port as quickly as possible. Kadoc is shocked when you let him go but doesn’t say anything, disappearing into the dark. Your heart swells the next morning when you notice him swimming in the ship’s waves, following you on your journey.

It’s a few more months before you get physical and it’s slow going when you get together. Kadoc has never been considered the most attractive mermaid and no one gets close to you for fear of death. It’s a little awkward, legs to tail but you make it work. His cock is thinner and more flexible than a human so you have no problems riding him on the sand, his claws digging into your sides. You’re so hot around him Kadoc feels dizzy, not stopping himself from thrusting into you. Both of you cum satisfied and vow to continue this relationship, as rare as it might be.

#fate imagine #kadoc zemlupus #kadoc zemlupus x reader #kadoc zemlupus imagine #fate grand order #fgo imagine #fgo kadoc #mermay

[the-astralalchemist]

the box - kadoc & chaldea master!reader [ongoing series]

✦ summary: kadoc and the master of chaldea wake up in a small cell with no idea of how they got there. unable to contact the wandering sea-chaldea base, the only way to escape is to work together. a bigger maze waits outside and the puppetmaster isn't willing to let them go home so easily.

✦ contains: angst, mental health (incl. anxiety, depression, survivor's guilt), conflict (interpersonal), slow burn; original antagonist, nb!reader

✦ canon divergence AU: kadoc stays with chaldea after LB 1. post scandinavia lostbelt, pre china lostbelt.

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chapters

chapter one [on ao3]

chapter two (tba)

#notes of an asteroid #astral writes things #fgo #fate #fate series #kadoc x reader #guda #ritsuka fujimaru #kadoc zemlupus #the box; #i know this is ridiculously l8 for a masterpost sorry

[shenyori]

hi! do you write for kadoc zemlupus?

if so, can I get some headcanons for kadoc with a master of chaldea!s/o that's very physically affectionate and showers him with praise constantly? thanks! :)

(if this needs to be more specific please lmk!)

note: im so sorry this is late ₍₍ ◝(　ﾟ∀ ﾟ )◟ ⁾⁾, i hope you still find it acceptable, ive been recently preoccupied! this has been long due honestly,,, im very sorry i could only also find a few art of him.. official ones at least

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Kadoc Zemlupus

♡ At first, Kadoc wouldn't be appreciative of the master's actions, feeling like it is nothing but fake words, especially with his inferiority complex brought upon by being in the team A which had the likes of Wodime, Peperoncino and Akuta.

♡ He would definitely be distant and display a 'deadpan snarker' personality towards the master (moreso if lostbelt 1 already happened). He would reject any type of affection and would insult and turn away from the master, especially if the master has the tendency to hug or touch or be overall touchy. He's quite a bit of a loner.

♡ It would take months, or maybe even a year for this man to slightly open up as there is a lot of buried up emotions of inferiority underneath him. Liking modern rock music and being interested in mythological books would certainly help the master be closer to Kadoc, however once he realizes, he might take 10 steps back.

♡ He is the type who believes that the master is definitely competing with him and takes their affections as a form of challenge (and somewhat becomes the butt of every joke for the servants out there). Once someone bonks the meaning of the master's actions to him though...

♡ His complex will definitely make him brash against the master and their affectionate ways, so please be patient and hold his hand (metaphorically).

♡ He will find it natural of him to either dismiss your praises or use it to degrade you while placing himself up, to which I assume it's safe to bonk him for. I do feel like he secretly likes being pampered and praised according from the lines of other characters.

♡ Though if the master realizes to take it slowly but surely, in due time they will be able to get Kadoc's affections (in a tsundere way of course, he's not the type to show that he will care). He also likes indirect kind actions as too much kindness feels like a fake façade, to him at least. He will probably grow out of it soon.

♡ He would only blush when he's alone and he remembers your actions towards him (once you are close.)

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#kadoc zemlupus #fate grand order #kadoc x reader #mio's fate headcanons #fate grand order x reader #fate headcanons

[the-astralalchemist]

an untitled drabble

relationship: kadoc & nb reader (platonic) ✦ chaldea master reader ✦ SERAPH singularity spoilers ✦ a draft / still unfinished (268 words) contains: angst, talks of human experimentation, kadoc has a bit of an existential crisis

An excerpt from a set of painfully sincere conversations. You finally get to tell your story to someone that would actually listen. Someone who could relate to you. With late night snacks raided from the kitchen, the topic of tonight was "what happened to Seraphix".

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" Kadoc shot up to his feet. Behind him, the Chaldea Master leapt forward to catch the bowl of popcorn from being knocked over in his outburst. They both knew it was rhetorical, of course, he wasn't lashing out at them.

Kadoc paced the room, biting on his fingernail. The information tumbled around in his head tortuously but refused to take hold.

Coffins. Dead bodies. Harvesting.

The image was painted so vividly in his head, like he could have been locked in himself. Kept in the space between living and dead, only being preserved for the energy their circuits could provide. A whole cemetery of failed masters powered the rig. The planetarium was authorized by Director Marisbury himself - his name was on it! 

— There were these strange pods lining the walls. It didn't take long to realize that people were inside… they weren't even alive anymore…

His eyes glanced over the bed, the sight making him pause in his tracks. His junior balled up with their chin on their knees. The pitiful sight of them swimming in their oversized sweater reminded him just how young they truly were. 

He quietly sat back down on the bed, his knee bumped against their thigh when he settled with his back against the wall. The adrenaline had started to settle but his hands were still shaking. 

He cleared his throat. "How many?"

"One hundred twenty-eight." 

Almost three times more than the original forty-eight Chaldea Masters. His hands balled into fists. 

"That could have been…" Deep breath in, hold, slowly exhale. "That could have been us."

#astral writes things #sorry about the ending asdfg #its a mess im sorry #i needed to get the feels out #kadoc x reader #fgo #fate grand order #kadoc #kadoc zemlupus #guda #ritsuka fujimaru #gudako #gudao #gudasona

[the-astralalchemist]

the box, chapter one

relationship: kadoc & (nb) reader ✦ chaldea master reader ✦ canon divergence

✦ read on ao3!

Kadoc woke not in the bed for himself at the Wandering Sea, but with his face pressed against stone. His eyes blink open, his vision registering as a static filled blur. He made an attempt to lift his head, quickly finding out that was a mistake as a horrible pounding thumped against his left temple, and set his head down on his arm.

The scene before him came in patches. Even as the phosphenes clouding the edges of his eyes faded, his sight didn’t get much better. Wherever he was it was incredibly dark.

Is this…

His fingers brushed against the gritty stone ground, it pressed against his ribs where he laid on his stomach. Cold, yet he didn't feel the chill.

A meter ahead from where he lay was a row of metal bars running floor to ceiling. The only light came from beyond the bars, a flaming torch mounted to the right-side wall, flame flickering almost tauntingly.

…a jail cell?

"Are you awake?"

It's been a while since he's felt a jolt of fear, and the new voice from behind him certainly triggered it - he wasn't alone. Kadoc turns his head to look behind him; the back corner of the room, not too far from where he laid.

His cellmate was sitting cross-legged on a rusty bare bedframe. They were dressed in what he bet was another one of their Mystic Codes; a neat white button up blouse and light brown slacks. They look… fine. In the way that nothing looked like it would indicate a fight. Horribly untouched.

[Name] lifts their hand in a greeting. "Hi." The edge of their smile falters fractionally upon meeting his gaze.

Kadoc swallows back the building nausea and pushes himself up on his palms. There was no way in hell he'd let them see him lying on the ground like this. A thick fabric fell off his back as he rose up, a blanket maybe — leaving him with the chill of the tiny room to creep up his spine. Merely moving his body felt like a burden.

[Name] clears their throat. "I'm, uh, not sure what's going on. Or where we are."

They proceed to ramble, something that Kadoc blocks out as he gets his bearings of the room.

The concrete cell was practically bare inside. Inside a bedframe shoved in the back left corner with a simple table before it, upon closer inspection, was bolted to the ground. The front wall was made up of those bars, with a thicker vertical bar running horizontally on the top and bottom, the bars seamlessly without a visible key mechanism. The other three walls were completely flat with no hint of a former window patched over. The whole room was made for this purpose. Of what was yet to be seen.

It had only been a few weeks since they docked at the Wandering Sea. Of course, every mage knew how impossible the Baldanders was to find. It was the perfect base. Despite her quirks, Sion hadn't given him any reason to actively distrust her. Atlas mages weren't as notoriously selfish as the ones at the Clocktower.

By the time Kadoc turned his attention back to the young Master — what the hell, they're still talking. Their hands move quite animatedly, something about a… race? It's quickly filed away as inconsequential when there are more pressing matters at hand.

He cut them off with a pointed, "Did you call Chaldea?"

Their mouth shuts with a light click and a grimace flashes onto their face.

They roll up one of their sleeves to show the wrist where their bracelet communicator sat now bare. "It's gone." They announce with little fanfare.

Great. Trapped in a small cell with the Master of Chaldea. Certainly how he wanted to spend his last moments.

The ensuing silence buzzed in his ears. A minute passes. Maybe two.

From the corner of his eye, he snuck a look over at his cellmate. [Name] had zoned out, their eyes fixed to some imaginary point on the floor. The hand backed with Command Seals clutched the charm of a necklace, thumb running over the metal.

They did that a lot, he observed in the small number of times they were forced to interact. Tapping, drumming, playing with jewelry or their communicator, always something with their hands. Kadoc turns his gaze to his hands and the silver band clasped on his left wrist, hidden just under his sleeve.

After Russia happened — and that very narrow spat with Rasputin on the roof — he did what he said he would do. Moving past his pride, his life was now worth more than that. Kadoc was deemed not a threat and fully cooperative. However, that new Director (one of the _Musiks _no less) didn’t agree with Sherlock or Da Vinci’s prognosis.

Therefore, a compromise was made. One of the Chaldean Casters summoned a wrist cuff that effectively put a block on Kadoc’s ability to channel mana into his circuits. To satiate his own curiosity of its limiters, he privately confirmed channeling energy with the capacity to attack was… not a good idea.

Sealing away was worth it for the ability to roam the facility, though he mainly stuck to his designated room and the underground library. He was completely fine keeping relatively secluded on his own terms but the knowledge that he could practically go whatever he wanted was quite alleviating.

Sitting in the Shadow Border's cell for several days nearly made him go insane.

Alone with his thoughts.

Itching in the back of his skull.

A small part of him needed to break the silence. The prideful part couldn't concede. Kadoc couldn't let that go. He could hear the heartbeat thrumming in his ears; his breath now slightly labored.

But of all people, why is this happening? Why them?

Most of his time at Novum Chaldea was avoiding the Chaldeans. Things weren’t so tense that way.

Sion gave the impression that she wanted to pick apart his brain. The same could be said with Holmes. Da Vinci was busy but open to hearing how he's "adjusting".

Mash was… a no go. She would offer polite conversation in the library should they bump into each other but that was it. But he deliberately avoided [Name]. It was cowardly but he wasn't that self righteous to pretend it isn't.

His eyes flickered over their form once more before he noticed what they were holding. As they ran their thumb behind the bottom edge, open to view. An intricate rosary of muted grey metal. Thin swirls of scrollwork encased it like creeping vines. Truly interesting craftsmanship.

"I didn't know you were religious."

Kadoc cursed himself internally for blurting the question out. [Name] stilled, but their eyes stay on the floor.

"Not really." They respond, voice calm and measured. The knuckles around the cross go pale. "This belonged to a friend."

He decided to push no longer.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven.

Seven steps made up with the width of the cell given his stride wasn't too long.

One. Two.

Being left in the dark was grating on his nerves. It must have been half an hour now and no peep of their potential captors nor anyone in the dungeon with them.

Three.

Damn it, this place is so small. Too small.

Four.

It's so…

Five.

"Do you remember going to sleep last night?"

Six.

Once more, the Master of Chaldea broke his thoughts. Kadoc stops in his march, turning on his heel to face the younger. They hadn't moved from their seat on the bedframe, only now reclining their back against the wall.

Kadoc raises a brow, folding his arms over his chest. "What do you mean."

"Do you remember going to sleep last night?" They assert again. "Do you remember what your day was like?"

Of course. He woke up early, stopped by the kitchens for breakfast. After that, he went down to the library and talked to Murasaki. Then…

Then…

His memory hit a brick wall. What happened? What book did he pick out? Did he make it to the afternoon?

[Name] took his silence as confirmation. "It might be another dream." They nod as if it's the most natural explanation.

A dream. "Another" dream.

He tried to bite back his true thoughts, only manifesting as one strangled question —

"How?"

The tone must have been lost on them as one of confusion. "Think of it as our consciousness Rayshifted." They explain. "At least our sense of self is stable. I'm still me, and you're still you."

Da Vinci said in passing that the two had an aptitude for Rayshifting in common, Kadoc remembered that well.

"It's probably my fault you're in this. It happens, ah… frequently." They shrug one shoulder. "It'll be okay."

Their casual nature served only to make his skin crawl. Kadoc stared at them, looking for some tinge of apprehension in their eyes. That's not normal, even for a Mage. How are you not freaking out? What the hell is wrong with you?

They must have spotted the sour look on his face. [Name] sits up straighter, quickly flashing up a painfully forced smile. "Don't worry! I'm glad to be with you, Senpai—"

"Don't call me that."

[Name] flinches, jolting back like he struck them; their big eyes blinking up at him like a startled deer caught in headlights. It's Kadoc's turn to duck their gaze.

"Um… Are you… mad at me?" They ask, voice dipping into a soft placating tone.

His blunt fingernails dig into his arms, dampened by the thickness of his long sleeves. If they can't handle a little barb, how the hell did they make it this far? That softness would get you fucked over at the Clock Tower.

"Is this about Russia?" They ask. After a beat of silence, they prod again. "I don't hate you or anything."

Kadoc closes his eyes and imagines the old Chaldea facility encased in ice, brought down at the hands of his Servant, and he knows they are lying.

"There was only one person I was supposed to hate." The old bedframe squeaks as they shift their weight.

Kadoc looks over.

They sit at the edge now, legs dangling over the side. He sees they've got that far away look in their eyes again. The corner of their mouth lifts and a small huff of a laugh leaves their nose.

"In the end, I couldn't even do that right."

Clang!

Both jumped, attention snapping to the front wall of the cell as the bars rolled open, clicking slowly like metallic wheels of a train down a railway. It settled into the other wall with another loud echoing clang, leaving the wall wide open.

"I thought that was locked." Kadoc took a step backward, trying to ascertain the potential danger.

"It was." They respond. The bedframe groans as [Name] gets to their feet. "Maybe something is inviting us out."

They briskly walk past him, stopping to pick up a thick fabric from the ground. They sling the discarded tan jacket over their shoulders and pull their arms through the sleeves. One look over their shoulder is given before they head left.

Kadoc's eyes flick between the previously occupied frame and the entrance, where the soft shuffling of shoes on stone can be heard echoing down the spacious cavern of a hall.

When faced with a life or death scenario, when every self-preserving instinct is screaming that this is a horrible idea… You have to be the type of crazy to challenge it. The former Crypter inhales and exhales before following after his rival. That was, after all, the person that taught him such a concept.

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