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[akampana]

Little saber Diar 💚

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[akampana]

i cant believe people have beta readers. my fic goes directly from my brain to being posted. if anyone else reads it thats up to god

[akampana]

Romantic confessions dialogue prompts

3 and 25 GilxArtoria.

25. "I cannot stand you, and yet I also cannot stand to be away from you."

Gilart Modern Au.

…

"I do not appreciate being avoided, Arturia."

The chase should have begun as usual, with the new money stalking down the hall, heels harshly clacking upon the tiles closely followed by the world-renowned tycoon in a similarly rushed pace. Neither would have run, of course, but all employees would know better than to get in the blondes' way lest they be trampled in their wake. The situation occurred so often, most personnel knew well to order the unfortunate intern down to the nearest tea shop and get a chamomile brew going. Their tiny, ever-serious heiress was the shop’s most loyal customer, after all, considering every visit Gilgamesh ever made resulted in her needing a fresh cup of relaxant. 

However, as the intern would learn–cold tea in hand and a dropped jaw on his face–that routine would be broken for the very first time. Because for the very first time, Arturia did not come rushing out her door. Gilgamesh did not give chase. What greeted all the employees instead, was the chocolate color of Arturia’s dark wooden door as it calmly closed shut, locking them all out of the mysterious happenings behind it. 

“I am not…” she started, voice low enough that no gossip mongers could hope to hear. The woman sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, pacing the room like a fitness nut trying to get her steps in. It was doing little to help her nerves, but really, who wouldn’t be nervous when confronted with the golden-haired snob in fron of her?  “It was not my intention to avoid you, Gilgamesh.”

The man’s only reply was a raised eyebrow and a piercing look that once may have infuriated her. Instead, it made her feel like whatever she had eaten that day decided to do cartwheels in her stomach. Not the best feeling to have when faced with the global superpower that Gilgamesh was, especially when he had his arms crossed over his custom Italian suit. He quite hated getting it wrinkled. If he was willing to crease the expensive fabric, she was truly pushing all his buttons.

The sharp inhale that preceded her words did nothing to steady them. “I must apologize. I…”

Her heartbeat cut her off, the sound of her own blood booming in her ears like a brutalized festival drum. He was the worst possible person to lose her words with– damn eloquent bastard and his hifalutin vocabulary–but she had no choice. Anything she tried to voice would surely come out in a string of nonsensical syllables only comprehensible to the minds of the insane. So, she stayed silent, desperately trying to weave words together that might make some semblance of sense. The ruby eyes staring her down, however, made even that an impossible task. Wonderful. They could haunt both her dreams and her reality. Absolutely wonderful. 

His familiar footfalls drew closer till his fine leather shoes decorated her view of the drab, corporate-gray carpet. She hated those damn shoes. Those slacks. That stupid belt. He was never just dressed, always overdressed or underdressed–one more reason she should hate him, on top of the mountain of irritations he already plagued her life with.

The woman felt the older man’s finger brush the skin of her wrist, felt them twitch as they reached for her hand then change course. When she breathed, she smelt sandalwood and orange citrus–a scent she could only describe as sunny that she much associated with the foreigner. Before she knew it, his hand had journeyed up her arm and shoulder and his index finger was on her chin, lifting gently till she met his eyes. 

The practiced swat she made at his wrist came half-heartedly. He didn’t flinch. She didn’t break their gaze. She just let it melt her, hoping the businessman wouldn’t notice her quivering lip or shaking knees. 

“Do you wish for me to leave–”

“Yes.” 

Her response was immediate. Uncalculated. She’d wanted so many times to be asked that very question that her answer came out like muscle memory. A twisted wave of relief washed over her. If she could be rid of him, she would no longer have to deal with these trifling feelings. No more cold sweats. No more heat in her cheeks. No more feeling like she couldn’t breathe. 

But the very moment he took a step back, she felt fear stab through her chest like a knife. 

“No. No. I…I don’t,” she whimpered, barely pulling her bleeding heart back together when she’d just tried to break it. Her words were weak. Arturia hated sounding weak. She spent so many years in this cursed industry fashioning her tone just to be taken seriously, and here she was sounding like she’d just finished a marathon without taking a sip of water. Pathetic, and yet it was all she could manage. 

The man’s eyes flickered down to the lynchpin of Arturia Pendragon’s current state of mind: a delicate hand gripping tightly onto his palm, urging him not to take another step. He’s always wanted her to touch him like this. It seemed all Gilgamesh had ever gotten were business handshakes and the burning rejection of his advances. It almost felt like a dream. But in his dreams, it wasn’t anguish upon her countenance. In his dreams, there weren’t tears welling up in her eyes. In his dreams, she wasn’t shaking like a leaf. 

“Then what is it you want, Arturia?” he queried, drowning in suspense.

It occurred to him suddenly that he had never seen her so fragile; like if he made one wrong move, she’d break. For the first time since he’d known her, she’d let down her guard; she’d dropped the mask she’d been wearing the day she inherited this company. It wasn’t his business partner he was looking at right now. Not an investor either. It was just her–the person he knew she was, who he’d only seen glimpses of in the cracks of her facade, yet fell for all the same.  

“I don’t know,” she choked, her voice pitched high like someone had her by the neck. “I do not. I cannot understand–” a hiccup interrupted her before she could finish. Her knees went weak, and though he was there to steady her, it was to the window that she ran, swallowing stray sobs with hand over her mouth. 

“Arturia–”

“Stop. Just stop–” she protested, swatting the man away as he came up behind her, to no avail. He stood over her, hands on the glass window like her strikes meant nothing to him, and watched her breaths gradually even out. It was agony to stand there, so close yet not permitted to touch her, hold her, or offer even the slightest comfort. How could it be, that even in this vulnerable state she had him wrapped around her finger? 

“I don’t understand,” she continued in a whisper, the tightness in her throat permitting nothing else. “I know I was meant to hate you but…I cannot.”

This time it was Gilgamesh who was robbed of breath, her words freezing him solid as she locked her watery gaze with his ruby one. Suddenly the hustle and bustle of the city outside went quiet. The office floor behind the door cleared in an instant. Planes paused in their voyage. Ships stopped at the harbor. Suddenly, it was only the two in the drab office room, suspended by their feelings beneath the stars.

The man’s heart banged heavily on the walls of its cage, crying to be acknowledged. “Do not try to vex me with–” 

“I do not need you, but I do. I cannot stand you, and yet…I also cannot stand to be away from you.” she interrupted, searching his wide eyes for answers still just out of her grasp as he did the same. Her fingers were halfway to his cheek, occupying the few inches left between their lips.They were so close he could feel the heat of her skin; so close the gravity that had pulled him to her from the day they met demanded he lean in. Every word she said echoed through the crevices of his mind like a mantra, beckoning him forward til not even air dared keep them apart.  

“I was not trying to avoid you, Gil, I just–” 

Clarity. The sky above them seemed ever so vast, with galaxies dancing in a midnight space no longer stifled by clouds. All the stars aligned. All the planets moved to the beat. She learned to fly and he learned to fall, and for a moment there was no question in the world that needed an answer, no problems that needed solutions, nothing broken that needed repairs. There was just a man and a woman, finally seeing eye to eye, touching lips to lips. 

“Do not keep me from you again,” Gilgamesh whispered as they parted for breath. For the first time, there was no rebuttal, disagreement, nor complaint, because Arturia finally understood.

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Thank you for the ask! :D

hope u are doing ok :)

-akampana

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[akampana]

i see no one else. just you.

#cuturia #ballet au #i swear i will alywas just scream this ship into the void hawhashdsaf #arturia pendragon #artoria pendragon #saber #cu chulainn #cu #fgo #fate

[akampana]

ZASSHU ZASSHU ZASSHU ZASSHU

#KUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA #kUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA #KUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH #gilgamesh #fate #fgo #fate grand order #i may have lost my mind

[akampana]

28 and/or 7 aa Beditoria mayhaps

7. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you. Ship: Beditoria Tags: romance, tragedy

The moon wept often these days, hiding its grief behind countless clouds that did nothing to stop its tears from falling down. There was only one witness to the sky's misery tonight. She stood on stone, watching the heavens as cold droplets cascaded down her cheeks. Bedivere had never seen his king shed tears, but if the world ever let her cry, he believed she’d look as she did now: like a widow bent over a grave, in dire need of a warm embrace.

“I have come, my liege. You were looking for me?” 

She was rigid in the way she turned to face him. It was a practiced motion, drilled into her head along with stiff upper lips and straight backs. Bedivere didn’t quite like it when she treated him this way; it made the mere inches between them feel like miles; made her feel unreachable though she was barely within his grasp. Arturia wasn't this cold when she started her conquest of Britain, but she grew ever distant since the throne tightened its clutches. Gone were the warm nights they'd laugh over meal and mead. He missed those precious times quite terribly.

"Bedivere, I require something of you."

“I shall deliver with most haste.”

His beloved king looked at him with wide eyes, the surprise on her countenance making her green irises look as vast as the seas. A short breath left her lips. 

“Your enthusiasm is appreciated, but I have not even told you what it is, my loyal knight.”

The one-armed warrior bowed, hand on his chest. He pretended her last three words would not haunt him in his sleep. Too often, his thoughts landed on her as he lay unto his cot, tossing and turning upon the furs. He worried much during those evenings. It had been so long since last he saw her smile or laugh. Most times, her eyes were as stormy as the tempest that raged above. 

“It matters little what you require, only that you require it be done, my liege,” he answered, “There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.”

It was like time had stopped between them as their eyes clashed, the vibrant green of hers glistening amidst the torrential rain bearing down upon knight and king. He saw her breath hitch at her throat;  watched as drops of water fell from her cheek down the skin of her neck to her collarbones. The slightest shiver shook her shoulders and his cape was upon them, warmed by the heat of his back and the burning fire of his love for her.

“Do you mean that, truly?” she asked in a whisper, letting her most loyal knight usher her inside and near the hearth. If they weren’t mere inches apart, he’d have missed it. It was a blessing then, that the storm brought them this close, enough that he could feel her breaths on his skin and smell the lilies in her hair. No sky but this dark and grey one would ever bear witness to the knight’s hand wiping the salt from his king’s cheek, or his lips voicing words he wished he had the right to say at the altar.

“I do.”

…

No, Bedivere agonized within himself, his one arm raised high above his head. He couldn't do it. He would not. Never. The weight of the holy sword bore down on its weeping wielder, as if sensing his unworthy hand at its hilt. Before him, the lake water seeped into his boots and washed the blood from his thighs. The ringing in his ears signaled death’s tempting beckon but louder still, was the weak voice of the king he so loved, begging him to do as she asked.

“Bedivere, take my sword. Listen closely, go through this forest and over that blood-soaked hill. Beyond, you will find a deep lake. Throw my sword into it.”

Her words cut deeper than swords of their enemies; hurt far more than the metal impaled into his body. How could she ask this of him? He would not do it. He could not. Bedivere would not be the end of her. He refused. All their enemies had fallen, there were none left to stand against her. This could not be where their story ended–he wouldn’t let it be. 

“Do not betray me with lies, my most loyal knight.” her voice said, staking him to the pyre with every word, but she could abuse him all she wanted. He did not care, he’d rather burn in hellfire, have the world curse his name than accept her fate. King Arthur would not fall today, nor ever, even if it meant he’d spend his life rebuilding Camelot brick by bloody brick. He would never let go of this sword even if it killed him.

“If you meant your words, Bedivere, then do this for me…please.”

Shame colored his cheeks red. He’d promised that so many years ago he couldn’t believe she remembered, and now those damn words haunted him like the ghosts of their allies. 

“Why?!” the knight screamed into the darkening sky, the words of the person he loved most breaking his very spirit in half. Knuckles turned white as his fingers crushed the hilt in his fist. Loyalty demanded he cast Excalibur far into the depths, but love demanded he didn’t with equal, damning force. Never in his life did he ever have to choose. Now, the one person he cared about was at death’s door and he was the only one refusing to let her enter it. 

Hot tears streamed down his face as he took a step back, then forward, his hand still hovering unsteadily above his head, Excalibur in its grasp. This wouldn’t have happened if he were strong enough. If he were just as strong as Lancelot, then Mordred would never have–this would never have–  

The knight fell to his knees. If this lake did not drown him, then his tears would. Nothing could ever soothe the pain that gripped his heart at the realization of his lack. He was weak, so terribly weak. Far less capable than anyone else on the damn Round Table. Every single day that passed, he felt more unworthy of his title. The only thing that kept him by her side was…loyalty.

Loyalty. 

A guttural cry escaped his lips, the sorrow in his voice making the sky weep at last. Camelot’s final knight drew the holy sword back, standing with quivering knees and a bloodied chest. A final tear left his lashes and he cast the blade forward with all the strength he had left, breaking his heart in the process. Before it touched the water, a hand shot up from the depths, brandishing the sword once then dragging it beneath the surface together with any hope for King Arthur’s life. 

Empty, the knight returned to his dying king, heart bleeding with every step he took. He watched her drift off to a deep sleep, one from which she would never wake. As he gathered her in his arms, his own life slipping away, her last words of thanks echoed in his mind. 

“Rejoice, Bedivere, for you have done your king’s final task.”

Truthfully, he admitted, his tears falling to her cheek as he hugged his beloved king closer, he wished he could have done more.

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Crying in Beditoria

thank you for the ask. :)

-akampana

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[akampana]

🥺🥹🥹🥹

Been a while since i posted so here is some Gilgamesh x Arturia …either teaching her sumerian or doing some king and queen duties in the garden……i kinda thought to share the sketch and a greyish version why not

#i love this soo much ohmygod #he loves her so much #fgo #Gilgamesh #arturia pendragon #gilgamesh x arturia #fate strange fake #artoria pendragon #fate go #fgo artoria #gilturia #fate grand order #fgo gilgamesh #fgo arcade #gilgamesh x saber #archer gilgamesh #fate saber #lime art

[akampana]

I gonna close request for the prompt thing, and release a few more before finding a new prompt list 😊

#akampana asks #thank u for sending them in! got a few more

[akampana]

#more than a week

[akampana]

You are back!! AKAMPANA is back! 🩵🩵

I missed your art and your fanfics. I hope you are well, I send you a big hug <3333

:D

I am well! I hope you’re okay too.

And awww that’s really sweet. I missed making them. :) BIIIIIIGG HUUUUGGGG

#HELLO FRIEND ITS BEEN A WHILE WAAAAAAAAAA

[akampana]

a little taste of goodness

#akampana art #cutoria #cuturia #arturia pendragon #artoria pendragon #saber #fate #fgo #berserker #bersercu #cu alter #arturia

[akampana]

YES YES A THOUSAND TIMES YES

"If we ever meet again..."

[akampana]

which of artoria's harem would serenade her?

Diarmuid would probably do a good job of it, probably break out the corny but acceptable typa romance there, maybe even slow dance with her too the sound of his own voice

Cú would do it in the most embarrassingly sweet (and terribly public) way possible.

Lancelot doesn't "serenade her", but sings to her very softly songs that used to be sung in their halcyon days when they're alone doing errands.

Thank you for the ask 😊

#gils a little confused but hes got the spirit...sort of #akampana asks #i know i answered this MAD late sorry

[akampana]

Hello there! I really miss seeing your work, I hope you’re doing well on your time off ♥️

Hi 😊 I really miss being here. Thank you for checking in with me, I am trying to make the most of my break hahaha.

I hope you're doing well too, it's been a while :)

#its a bit hard to balance studying and hobbies since my subjects are so demanding but hopefully now that im second year I'll be better at it #hope you're doing okay too :) #akampana asks

[akampana]

WELCOME HOME GRANDPA

(and Percival ☺️)

#i was legitimately SO FUCKIN SCARED #I HAD MY EYES CLOSED #fgo

[akampana]

ballet rehearsal

#im relearning how to draw after 1 year lmao #its been TOO long #ballet still has me in a chokehold #rkgk #cutoria #cu chulainn #artoria pendragon #arturia pendragon #arturia #fgo #caster #saber #fate

[akampana]

28. Diartoria

Prompt: 28. "Your smile brings me so much joy." Ship: Diarturia Tags: Romance

As he stared into her eyes, brushing her blonde hair from her cheek, he wondered if she’d let him kiss her. She looked so beautiful like this, with the sun casting its golden glow upon her face and a lovely tinge of red dusting her cheeks. Her gaze was fond, and her smile soft. The Irish knight was half-convinced he was lost in a dream. He never had any luck with love, after all, and yet, here he was, so smitten .

Describing exactly what the Once and Future King meant to him was a challenge all on its own. There was no one quite like her, and no one with whom he shared the same connection. Theirs was an everlasting dance of blades made to the rhythm of steel on steel. When their weapons clashed, he felt like he was dancing on the clouds. When they were apart, it was like gravity itself drew them together till they clashed once more in a flurry of sparks. 

Something in her green irises told him she could see right through to him; take the pages that were his life; read between his every line. He bared his soul to her unafraid, because he knew that with her there was no gavel nor jury that would damn him to a life on the run. There was only her, the regal knight who turned out to be so much more than just the chivalrous figure he met at the docks. He fell twice: for the king she became, and the girl she didn’t get to be. 

He was sure the day he met her. He was sure now. She was the culmination of all the work he put in as a knight, the light at the end of the tunnel, the reward that awaited him for his service. He wouldn’t trade anything for the fire he saw in her eyes as they exchanged blows, or the laughter that erupted from his lips when she won, or the smile that graced her face when he claimed victory. She was everything he wanted. Everything.

Arturia’s lips tasted like a warm welcome after a long journey; her mouth, like an embrace before a hearth; her kiss, sweet as hot chocolate on a chilly night. As they parted for a breath, she cupped his cheeks and nudged her forehead into his fondly. She wore a delicate smile upon her face as he pulled her body closer. Diarmuid decided that very moment that he wasn’t losing her again, he didn’t care what impossibilities he’d have to overcome. He’d march up to Avalon and take her to his Tech Duinn, if he had to. 

“What is it?” she asked lightheartedly, drinking in the soft chuckle that escaped Diarmuid’s lips. 

“Nothing, my lady, I just…” the knight lightly touched the pad of his thumb to her lips. “Your smile brings me so much joy. I no longer believe I can continue on without it– without you.”

Diarmuid took a deep breath, distracted by the smell of her hair.

“I want you to come home with me,” he whispered happily for only her ears to hear. There was confusion in her eyes, but she stayed comfortably circled within his arms. 

“What do you mean?” she asked him, stroking her thumb across his cheek. “We do not exactly have lives to live anymore.”

True, they were both Heroic Spirits after all, neither resurrection nor incarnation awaited them now that they were relieved from service. The knight chuckled again, feeling her grin against his mouth as he stole another kiss. “And yet, we have the afterlife, do we not?”

When they parted, Diarmuid dragged his finger down the curve of her lips until the corner. He had always been proud to be one of the few privileged enough to see her so happy. Not everyone could make her feel this way. 

“This smile–your smile…” he professed endearingly, “brings me so much joy, my dearest king. No heaven awaits me in my father’s home without it. I would simply waste away.”

Arturia nearly glowed red hearing his words. She didn’t know where he’d found the courage to make such declarations without even a hint of hesitation, when every word was laced with the same truth: he loved her. He loved her so much, he’d denounce eternity’s paradise if it meant he wouldn’t be with her. She’d always thought maidens were being dramatic when they swooned, but she was just short of it herself. 

After all, she too would find it terribly lonely, if she were to spend the afterlife without the spearman she grew to love. She didn’t know how Diarmuid could pull this off, nor if it were even possible to leave Avalon and leave with him to Tech Duinn. All she knew was that she wanted the future that he envisioned. They would have each other, forever, and that would be enough. 

“Then yes,” she said at last, sealing the promise with another kiss. “I’ll go with you.”

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You can't tell me Aengus wouldn't kick down the gates of Avalon and ship Arturia off to Tech Duinn with an exclusive passport made by Donn, you just can't. HAHAHA

thank you for the ask. I hope you are doing well.

-akampana

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