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laudthingcat · 1 year

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synopsis: Cú Alter is done being targeted by Medb. You are done being chased around by Kiyohime. Maybe pretending to date each other will keep both away?

pairing: cú chulainn alter x fem!reader

cw; fake dating, au where dr. romani is still alive and well y-y, mutual pinning, slightly suggestive at some point, master (the reader) is more or less oblivious.

w.count: 2k

a.n: million thanks to @nagumoan for helping me out with this beautiful banner and also coming up with a title <3 @cursedmoonchild you were right.. i did enjoy embracing the fluff lol but i hope u like it hehe (i will know if you laughed at his name again) // reblogs are appreciated ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა

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Peaceful days are something rather rare around Chaldea. The multitude of servants you have summoned makes it rather impossible. While there are some very nice and helpful servants, there are some very chaotic ones too.

Being the master, you try to make sure everything is fine and that all your servants are satisfied and happy in there. You know that there are some servants who don’t necessarily like you. Not the same way they like each other at least. You observed the relief that spreads into Medb’s eyes when she’s sent to farm alongside Cú Alter. You’ve seen the way that Achilles and Atalante work together, terminating all the enemies and bringing back whatever materials Dr. Romani asked for. And it’s not that they don’t extend the same faith in you, but there are times when you feel like an intruder. Times when you feel useless. But oftentimes, things aren’t necessarily what they seem on the outside.

The main reason you feel like that is your need to help and protect others, and if you can’t do that, you tend to feel useless. But there are some problems that you can’t really take care of, or so you thought…

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Getting out of his room, Cú Chulainn Alter lets out a loud groan when he notices Medb at the end of the corridor, already heading his way. Saying that her obsession with him is tiring is not enough, no. It pisses him off more than anything and nothing he does seems to make her understand that he is not interested in her advances and flirt attempts.

He turns around and starts walking in the opposite direction leaving Medb pouting behind when she realizes he’s ignoring her again.

Cú Alter is used to the other servants seeing him as the coldest of the three. But one thing about Cú Alter is that he doesn’t care what others think. That’s why he is not surprised when even his master goes silent when he enters the same room. He notices the way you avert your eyes and bite your lip while Mash keeps on talking, not noticing the subtle change.

Being a fighter, a berserker, he recognizes fear from miles, and that’s not it.

He intimidates you, and he knows it. But how could you not be intimidated by someone like him? He’s imposing, extremely strong, and a killing machine. He grins when he feels you tensing up when passing by. Could it be that his master is that nervous around him?

Cú Alter is not interested in any kind of relationship with anyone. All he wants is to kill and be left alone. But even so, he finds himself getting out of his room and roaming the halls of Chaldea more often than before, silently looking around in the hope of finding you somewhere around the place.

Day after day, he ends up watching over you for a bit before returning to his room or leaving to help in the battles. The one thing that annoys him every single day is that annoying snake that roams around you even though you always reject her advances and godawful questions. Everyone knows about Kiyohime’s obsession with the master, and he never cared much about it, but lately, it has been getting on his nerves.

The more he sees how annoying Kiyohime is, the more he realizes that you are in the same situation he is in with Medb. That’s when an idea crosses his mind.

“Listen, master, we both have someone we want to leave us alone. Why not pretend to be together to get rid of both?”

You blinked in surprise when you heard his question.

Cú Alter caught you when you were alone heading towards the cafeteria, and after placing a hand on the wall, he trapped you in between it and his body. His question took you by surprise but the more you thought about it the more you realized it may actually work. It was worth a try at least.

“Sure, let’s do that, Cú~”

And so you ended up spending most of your time with him outside the farming time. Much to everyone’s surprise, he’d be next to you everywhere around Chaldea, bring your food, accompany you to the training sessions even if he wasn’t participating, and always escort you to your room at the end of each day.

Days and weeks passed and now you are more comfortable around him. His plan actually worked since Kiyohime and Medb didn’t even try approaching again after the first attempts when he scared them away, not before threatening them by saying that you “belong to him” and whoever dares touch what’s his will not make it out in one piece.

You’d be lying if you said that his declaration didn’t make your heart beat faster and cheeks burn, but you knew better. There is no way Cú actually meant that. He was just playing his role, and nothing more. You should be doing the same, but the more you play this role the more you find yourself hoping it was all real.

Even after he's accompanying you back to your room at the end of each day, all you can think about is him. Each thought you have makes your chest tighten and your heart hurt because you know it is all just a big lie. You end up crying yourself to sleep most nights, regretting getting yourself into this, seemingly easy, deal.

What you don’t know is that his very trained ears didn’t miss on hearing your sniffles and sobs. To say that he was utterly confused is not enough. Cú just assumes it is because of something he must have done wrong. He must have fucked up somewhere, somehow.

Every single day he tried to change something in his attitude. He’d bring you a flower he collected from the forests he trained in. Genuinely listen to everything you’re saying, from the simple things that happened throughout your day to your worries and fears. He’d say that he only does it for the appearance, to make it seem real in case Medb or Kiyohime are stalking. And you believe him. But truth to be told, he does it because that’s what he feels like doing.

Cú may have only gotten into this at first to get rid of Medb, but as time passed he found himself falling in love with you. At least that’s what he thinks it is.

Even though he seems like a cold and stoic man, every time you’re close to him he prays you won’t hear his heartbeat that ends up beating like crazy, almost as if it is trying to give his feeling away. He can’t help it. The way your wide, innocent eyes, sparkle in excitement whenever you see him approaching, a smile always present on your face.

You are the sun, while he is all darkness. He’s afraid his actions will end up fading your light.

Even when he is having bad thoughts, you end up dragging him out of them somehow. Sometimes, even a simple sentence completely stuns him.

“I’m really happy to see you, Cú.”

Cú finds it really hard to stay composed when you say stuff like that. Hearing your sweet, lighthearted voice, along with the way you look up at him and slightly jump on your toes - it’s like you’re trying to make him fall for you.

And it is working.

He sighs when he realized how deep he has fallen. Seeing your adorable face, all he wants to do is kiss you. Cup your face and make it official, not just some lie. But you’re his master, and you couldn’t possibly fall for a brute like him. He’s a berserker. You would be more fit with one of his more cheerful versions. Yet here you are, smiling and cheerfully chatting with the other servants, by his side.

You could have refused his offer. You could have said no and just ask somebody else to do it. Maybe you only accepted out of fear, or maybe you didn’t. But one thing he knows for sure, and that is that he doesn’t want it to be a lie anymore.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The hallway is silent.

Everyone has already retreated to their rooms and he was planning on doing the same before you took him by surprise with your question.

“Can you stay with me for the night?”

You have been feeling sadder and sadder with each day passing and you wanted to have a talk with him. The thought of him not feeling the same was crushing your heart, but you’d rather ‘break up’ than keep suffering.

Cú hesitates, nearly turning around and heading toward his own room, his mind flooded with hundreds of different scenarios.

Why would you ask him that? Did you have any idea how dangerous it was to ask one of your male servants such a question? Were you out of your mind? But looking back at your nearly teary eyes and saddened face, he steps inside without commenting anything.

After hopping on your bed, you tapped on the empty space next to you, inviting him to join you. And so he did. The bed felt so much smaller now that he was next to you. You quickly felt your cheeks getting hot as you thought of how easily he could turn around and completely tower over you, trapping you underneath his body.

Seeing your flushed face Cú chuckled. What could possibly go on through that little head of yours?

“So, why am I here?”

Cú broke the slightly awkward silence.

Hearing his question, you remain quiet for a moment. Lifting your face to meet his gaze, you mindlessly place your hand on his cheek, your thumb gently touching the red tattoo that was resting beneath his eye.

“I guess i want to know how you feel about me?”

Out of all the questions, this is not the one he was expecting.

“How i feel about you?” he repeats the question as if trying to process it.

You nod your head as you bite your lip and furrow your eyebrows. You’re anxious and he can tell by how cold your usually warm hand is against his face.

“ I... I have feelings for you Cú.. “ he froze. “But if they are onesided... I am afraid I cannot continue with the lie. It hurts more than I thought it would.”

A million thoughts rush through your read as you realize there is absolutely no going back now.

“But if, maybe… you feel the same way… if you also feel something..”

Cú’s slowly blinking in surprise, now realizing that was the reason you asked him to stay.

He would be lying if he said he doesn’t have feelings for you. He respects you as a master, but his feelings have long surpassed the master and servant relationship.

Without saying anything, Cú placed his hand on top of yours, taking it and placing it on his chest, allowing you to feel his heartbeat. Then he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss on your lips. He smiled into the kiss when you deepened it, realizing that you wanted that just as much as he did.

Getting a bit carried away, he captured both of your wrists and pinned your hands above your head, now truly having you trapped beneath his body. You moaned into the kiss when you felt his other hand rest on one of your hips, keeping you in place. Soon after he moved to your jaw and neck, leaving sloppy kisses and his marks, making sure that everyone will know who you belong to officially now.

You open your eyes when you feel your hands are free again and quickly cup his face admiring his beauty.

“Was this good enough to show you how I feel, master?”

You smile and happily nod your head, pulling him back in for another kiss.

Cú spent the night with you, and every single night after that too.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it <3

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heavenelizabethleigh · 10 months

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has-gilgamesh-doneanythingwrong · 1 year

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Can I request something with Lance Cu and a master who is into being bitten. Like in an NSFW way sorry if this is awkward I haven't requested anything before.

Hi anon, thanks for the request! That's totally fine. Seeing as you haven't specified any gender, I'll be keeping the master gender neutral (ayyy) and sticking to a more foreplay-based nsfw headcanon featuring Lancer Cu this time, with a little touch of sex, too. Please enjoy, and thanks for the wait!

Warnings: 18+ NSFW content (tagged as 'lemon fic'). Includes foreplay, some vague depictions of sex, shower scene and a lot of biting/ teeth action.

Cu Chulainn (Lancer) x Gender-Neutral Master NSFW Headcanons (Foreplay/ Biting Kink/ a 'bit' of sex)

✲ It starts off as a mere bit of banter, the two of you playfully teasing one another as usual; until Lancer suddenly catches you off guard- by snaking those lithe arms of his around yours from behind, nipping you lightly on the cheek! As his teeth lightly graze against the round flesh of your cheek, his hot breath mingles with your skin, as he finally releases his hold to take a breath that sends shivers down your spine; mingling warmly against the cool surface of your flesh.

✲ Explosive heat bursts through your body at the unexpected action, embarrassedly placing your hands upon the part of your cheek that was now tingling with pleasure! What was initially purposed to be a mischievous- yet also affectionate- action accidentally unveils one of your deepest desires, resulting in you sheepishly recoiling away.

✲ Lancer's crimson eyes widen with surprise as you twist away, his keen instincts instantaneously tuning into to your rapidly shifting mood.

✲ "...Yo, master. You alright there?" As Lancer peeks his head around your shoulders, his piercing red eyes gaze into yours; slightly concerned. There was no getting past this keen warrior's heightened senses, after all. Silence takes the helm as you mull over what to say, anxiety prickling at your throat; however you overcome that by simply admitting how you feel.

✲ "When you nip and bite at me like that, I like it a lot. In fact, I'd like it if you could do it some more..." Throwing all fear to the wind, you courageously and directly confess the truth; pride swelling within Lancer's chest at the fact that you were willing to entrust him with your feelings. And it sure as hell feels great for you to release such a heavy burden from your shoulders as well.

✲ Not one to miss a beat, he skillfully plays along with your request; easing you in with gentle nips against your earlobe, as well as the nape of your neck; your breath quickening as his teeth and tongue mark you- fluctuating between nipping and licking at said sensitive spots. Now that he knew what you liked, Lancer was going to tease you as much as he possibly could about it- come hell or high water.

✲ As your knees buckle at the growing intensity of his ministrations against your neck, growing increasingly desperate for him to bite just a little bit harder, to suck just a little bit deeper; sparks of heat meld against your body as his hands slip underneath your clothing, Lancer's fiery hot touch setting your bare skin alight. Gasping from the unexpected heat now blistering against your once-cool skin, Lancer vehemently smirks.

✲ "Oho, master. Seems like you enjoyed that. If you want more...then tell me. I'll make you feel real damn good." The low hum of his whispering reverberates around your cranium, your heart's thudding beats echoing as loudly as the crashing beats of a heavy bass, as you regard the darkening of his eyes- Lancer's maroon hues now misting with lust.

✲ Barely managing to stammer out your request (who could blame you for that, with him being so intense?), within one slick movement, he slips the clothing off your shoulders; casually dipping his head into the crevice between your shoulder and neck as he presses his teeth lightly against the exposed flesh of your skin; his eagerness to drive you to the edge motivating him to an immense degree!

✲ His exhilarating bite evolves into an almost insatiable sense of pleasure, as he proceeds to then suck deeply against the now-throbbing zone-it sending tingles up your spine, as you moan at how good it feels. Now the whole area had been claimed with a hickey large enough for the entire world to see.

✲ "Fuck, I love it when you moan like that." Tell him how good it feels. Your response is what drives him on to please you even more. A smug aura laces his words, as he carries on, "So, tell me what you want next. Whatever you need...I'll make sure to fuck you real good-!!" His arousing words are brought to a startling halt, as you flip around, so that you're facing him- impishly grounding your hips against his own.

✲ Now Lancer is the one who's taken aback, a bashful expression briefly fluttering through his features. However, it's only a matter of seconds before he's matching your pace, fingers kneading into your hips as the two of you rub against one another, a delicious friction kicking up between you both.

✲ As he devilishly smirks, the sexual tension between the two of you becomes palpably tight, you pulling him into an intensely passionate kiss that quickly devolves into fervent grabbing and touching- as you fall into a twisted heap on top of one another, tongues encircling one other. Pulling briefly away from the kiss, he purposely bites your lower lip, relishing in the pure bliss that emanates from you; finding the dazed expression in your eyes to be rather endearing.

✲ By this time, all matters of clothing begin to lose their place- as you undress one another, your lips greedily claiming any spots of his exposed skin. Any pauses in your exploration of his form is responded to in kind by him nibbling at the weak spots all over your body- the fleshy parts of the thighs, the soft parts of the stomach, and especially any other spots that you particularly like- the twinging of his numerous bites numbed by the electricity sent skirting up your body by his velvety tongue.

✲ Mind exploding with desire, all thoughts concentrate onto him. You wanted him. Now. Craved him, even. However, Lancer is forever the tease; smirking at the increasing desperation of your trembling form as he gently tests the limits of your patience by sliding his slick cock extremely close to the parts of you that were hungering for him; yet refusing to give you the sweet sense of relief that you were so badly yearning for!!!

✲ However, such teasing doesn't last for long as the lust takes over, trapping you both beneath its heady mist. Sweating bodies melding against one another, as you both settle into a frenetic rhythm that gradually builds in intensity- slippery smacking noises echoing all around as you become deeply entwined with one another's insides; the world twists into a murky, dazed mist. The feel of his cock is incredibly good- turning you completely and utterly inside out. As you heave such words of praise through labored breaths, Lancer releases a breathy laugh- only then to double down in intensity.

✲ The pace becomes so tight, so deep; hitting all of the right places in a way that makes your body curl, hands gripping onto the bedsheets for dear life, as a burgeoning warmth kicks up a rush inside of you- filling your belly with heat. The pleasure is so insatiable that all you can do is whimper- however, Lancer is far from finished yet.

✲ Just as you can feel the ensuing waves of an orgasm reaching you- threatening to spill over the edge- he clamps his teeth into your neck, biting you exactly the way that you like it. This topples you over the edge as only white takes over your vision, your body pulsating with an entire legion of heavenly waves of pleasure. He too loses himself to the sensations, the two of you wholeheartedly indulging within one another; as you press your hands into his flaming hot back, nails digging into his skin.

✲ After such a glowing, white-hot night; the two of you wash the dew of the night away within a soothing shower, torridly kissing as he fervidly backs you up against the shower wall; searing heat drifting through the steamy air.

Things seemed to be far from over.

The night is still yet young, after all...

#lancer cu chulainn #fate series #gilgawriting #fgo #fgo fanfic #fgo headcanons #mastersona #lemon fanfic #gilgablog #character x reader #YESSS GENDER NEUTRAL MASTER IS BACK AYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY #took me 4 hours just to write 1 word

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careyfell59 · 2 years

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Glasses

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menacingheatashi · 1 year

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Me and a friend of mine have been talking about our master OCs and shipping, which resulted in me spontaneously drawing Cu Alter/Sanroku.

#fgo #fate grand order #fate go #fgo master oc #master fgo #mastersona #cu chulainn #cu chulainn alter #oc x canon #Sanroku’s shirt keeps getting lower and lower at this rate its not even gonna be a shirt-#menacing legs art #artists on tumblr

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akurrami · 2 years

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How would Ozymandias + Lancer Cu react to a female master who due to a spell gone wrong, now has cat ears and a tail and some cat like behavior too!!

Oh I like this trope! Let's go!

Pairing: (not seperate-ish) Ozymandias + Cu Chulainn x fem!Neko!Reader

TWs: none, I think.

Let's be clear - Merlin is at his shenanigans again.

It was supposed to be a test of his to see if enhancing humans with animal traits with quick spell usage, instead of manipulating bloodlines is possible.

Who allowed him to make Chaldea's master his guinea pig? We'll never know. Though a certain British Saber servant is currently the Prime suspect for not keeping him in check.

"This... Was absolutely not something I planned would happen."

Merlin sighed, looking at his results. Or lack thereof.

He promptly escorted you to your room after shuting down the experiment. You fell asleep very quickly after that, but after an unknown ammount of time, you woke up to a knocking on your door.

Ozymandias

So, you know how in ancient egypt cats were sacred and were thought of as Divine? Yeah, he still follows that belief.

The knocking it seems was caused by none other than Ozymandias himself!

"Master, there are pressing matters I and Pharaoh Nitocris would like to discuss-"

You stood in silence. Both of you.

"Well what is it?? I'll do my best to *Nyaaawn* help."

He started chuckling a bit.

"Master, you never told any of us you were blessed by the Gods. That makes it much more of an honor to work with you. I admit, you cought my interest even more." You looked at him dumbfounded. You? Blessed by the gods? With average magic circuits? Nah. "King Ozymandias, what on Earth are you talking about? Me? Blessed? Not by a longshot." He sighed, and pointed to your room's mirror. There, you saw it - Cat ears, alongside your human pair, a tail. And a desire to be more active at night, and sleep your day away. "I'm gonna- No, No, Calm down (Y/n). He's not worth your rage. Anyway, let's go to Nitocris, shall we?" Ozy nodded, and after hours upon hours of tiring planning of the next Halloween event in Chaldea with Nitocris and Ozy (That sounded more like "Egypt worshipping day") You just passed out in the cafeteria, purring lightly as your hoodie spread your body's warmth accross the torso to the arms, then legs - Is there a feeling more godly than this? Lancer Cu Chulainn - Frankly, he finds the whole situation hilarious, but adorable in a way. "Master! Maaaaaster! Wake up!" The Ireland's child's of light unmistakable voice shook you awake. "Nyoooan, I want five more minutes...!" Seconds later you were picked up, which awoke you fully. "Da Vinci wants you on the bridge, and sent me." As if on instinct, you hissed, trying to wiggle out of his iron-strong grip. If you weren't asleep recently, you might have succeeded. After few minutes of walking, the Lancer in blue had set you down, and overlooking the bridge of Chaldea, your attention span went from Focused to that of a 3-year old. As Da Vinci was speaking about some planned small-scale reyshifts, your target was clear - Meuniere's coffee mug. Through sneaky Absolutely obvious movements, you got close. "Hell no, you're not doing that, cat ears or not." Said Cu Chulainn, spotting your ploy from a mile away. "But Laaanceeeeeeer!!" "No." "Stop it already you two!" Da Vinci shouted, clearly upset. "Before we do anything - We need to find Merlin and undo that damn spell... Until then, Lancer, take care of our Master here... Gods know what her cat instincts might push her towards." However, to Chaldea's dismay, Merlin was nowhere to be found, so instead, All the Casters in Chaldea were grouped up to solve the issue. ---- Fin I am sorry, if this didn't quite fall into your liking Anon. I also apologize for the clear change of Style in the Lancer part, Tumblr on PC is... Weird. But, I hope it did! And that all of you, who read this, enjoyed. (Open for part two...?) And yeah, I'm glad to be back! - Rami

#ozymandias #headcanon #fate x reader #cu chulainn #fate go #fgo #fanfic #neko reader

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lumina-things · 4 years

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I really love Cú Chulainn Berseker😏 Who is your favorite Fate's servant?

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simping-overload · 3 years

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𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜/𝚘

𝚊/𝚗: 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜

𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚜: 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚌ú 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚗[𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛], 𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚢𝚊 [𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛], 𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚑[𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛], 𝚜𝚏𝚠

𝚌ú doesn't even try to wake you up unless it's urgent but otherwise he's not moving from his very comfortable spot, though he may accidentally wake you when he's trying to curl up around you more attempting to feel more of your softness that he loves feeling a little too much or he may grab one of your hands and just put it on his head to mimic your headpats -morning kisses make tail go wag <3-

𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚢𝚊 dislikes waking you up but the cute little face you make when he wakes you up is an amazing sight,can easily make your grumpy and/or tiredness go away with his cooking easily. there's no going back to sleep with this guy, he can be very presistant but maybe if he's feeling generous he'll let you sleep for a few more minutes

𝚐𝚒𝚕𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚑 would only wake you up for the sole fact that he wants attention, its best to just indulge him in your affections so he stops whining. very content with letting you run your hands through his hair, will never admit it but its a very nice feeling to him and its likely he'll fall asleep to this, likes to be pampered with kisses on any part of his body, he'll probably return the favor.

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thetaledeliveryservice · 2 years

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Hi there!! May I request how Lancer Cu, Robin, Astolfo and Mori would react to discovering thier female master is a werewolf, she was hiding it because she didn't want to freak them out.

In general, for all of them, they're going to sense that something's not quite...normal with their Master just based on the connection the Heroic Spirits have with them. Now onto the individual reactions.

Cu Chulainn (Lancer)

He couldn't put his finger on just what exactly felt so different about you to other mages he's encountered. Other than the number of servants you had contracts with, you were just another mage. So just what was so different about you?

Then while he was out with you during a rayshift, the answer came in the form of you desperately hiding away from him and the others, only for you not to make it in time.

He watches as this hulking mix of human and wolf cowers before him, looking at him with pleading eyes. He shook his head at the sight, and just sat down next to you throughout the night until you turned back to normal.

You're important to him, you turning physically into a monster isn't going to change that. Just maybe tell him about anything this big instead of hiding it.

Robin Hood

Like Cu, he also got the feeling that something wasn't quite human about you. Though he figured it out before you transformed in front of him.

He's heard of the symptoms of Lycanthropy that those who had it dealt with. Unable to eat certain foods, skin breaking out into a rash when coming into contact with silver, and the extra sensitive hearing and sense of smell. Really, the transformation during that rayshift just confirmed his theory.

He did prepare to defend himself just in case, but seeing you back away from him while whimpering in fear made him drop his bow. You only changed physically, not mentally. You were far more scared of everyone around you than they were of you.

He didn't allow anyone else near you until you turned back, out of concern for you. He didn't want to risk someone attacking you out of fear.

If anyone tries to give you hell after the truth came out, he'll deal with them.

Astolfo

He found out after making a joke and seeing your reaction. He was watching you tear into some ribs like there was no tomorrow, and he laughed and said "Wow you're really going to town on those. What are you, a werewolf?"

And you just...Froze. And stared at him with this worried look in your eyes. Like you were expecting him to try and do something to you. Wait Master, he was joking, why are you looking at him like-Oh.

It was like a switch got flipped in his head, as a lot of things suddenly made a lot more sense. You avoiding chocolate like the plague, the nights you'd lock yourself in either your room or a spare one, and so many other things finally clicked into place.

He waits for the two of you to be alone when he reassures you that your secret is safe with him, and that he wouldn't do anything to hurt you. He cares about you too much to ever do that.

Mori

Mori found out when he walked in on you mid-transformation one night. He was terrified for you and was about to call out for one of the servants gifting in healing to come and help when he heard you weakly beg him not to hurt you.

He realized for the first time since you had summoned him that you were scared of him. The one thing he didn't want when it came to you. He even would've been fine with you hating him or being indifferent, but scared? No.

He thought back to the times when you had locked the door and forbade the servants from entering your room, and he realized this was supposed to be one of those nights. So what does he do?

He closes and barricades the door, and stays with you in there until the morning, ready to protect you as well as give you some form of comfort during your transformation. He loves you, and he's going to make sure no one is going to hurt you over something you can't control.

#Fate Series #Fate Grand Order #FGO #Fate Grand Order x Reader #Fate Grand Order Headcanons #Cu Chulainn x Reader #Robin Hood x Reader #Astolfo x Reader #Mori Nagayoshi x Reader #This is actually similar to the idea I have for my own FGO Master #If anyone is interested I'd be happy to talk about it

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A Fondness for Fools (F!Master/Cu Chulainn Prototype)

Wrote this in 2020, decided to edit it a bit. I was inspired by one of Proto’s room lines. This fic is around 6,000ish words, enjoy! I probably won’t post for awhile, so I’ll start queuing up some old fics to post. Last thing--the master’s name is Mikita. c:

Summary: In which Proto’s concern for his master comes out the wrong way and damages their relationship. Sometimes, amends are made inside a closet.

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A few months passed since Cú’s Prototype form stepped out from the brilliant lights of the summoning sigil. From the way Proto’s gaze lingered on me as we passed each other, I wondered how much he remembered. If he remembered. From the way we moved in tandem on the battlefield, to how he anticipated my orders as if I felt familiar to him—the circuits in my body screamed out that he was familiar.

Every time my eyes wandered to Proto’s silhouette, the memory of Fuyuki resurfaced. Specifically, how Caster protected me from a stray attack by Saber. While he bore the brunt of the blow, I remembered how one vehement swing from Saber sliced the air and lacerated our skin.

But Caster protected me. Even after we embraced in victory, there was nothing as bittersweet as his parting smile.

When he faded between my arms, I promised that I would summon him again.

---

By chance, I summoned him.

Mash and Romani stood by my side and held their breath in anticipation. The summoning sigil bathed the room in a dazzling, golden glow. Just as the light appeared, it receded the moment a figure stepped from the summoning platform.

Smoke dispersed and a young man in a black and blue tunic with silver armor revealed himself. He returned to us years younger and of a different class.

“Hey. You’re my Master, right? Well, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Cú Chulainn, a Lancer.”

Cú grinned. From his posture and movements, he appeared wild and free spirited. Unlike Caster, who commanded a mature and world-weary gaze.

“Welcome,” I said softly, taken aback. Welcome back. “I’m glad you’re OK.”

I examined his face and prayed for his eyes to receive mines with familiarity. We met in Fuyuki, my eyes pleaded, but his expression suggested we were only now meeting.

I felt foolish and amended my words. “I mean, we’re glad to have you, Cú. You’ll be a great asset to our team.”

He quirked an eyebrow and smiled. Whether he heard my blunder, he showed no sign of it. “You’re my Master, huh?” He peered closely at me and clicked his teeth. Crimson eyes glimmered with interest. “Kinda cute. Though I’d prefer a woman with a figure.”

I gaped at him. Romani raised his eyebrows, his eyes shifted from me to the new servant.

Cú—no, his prototype form, I reminded myself—glanced at his surroundings, and finally acknowledged the third person in the room.

“Oh, who’s the little miss over there?”

“My name is Mash Kyrielight. It's a pleasure to meet you, but I think you should be a little more tactful with your first meeting with Senpai, Cú—"

I watched the two of them launch into a conversation about propriety and felt giddy, confused, yet relieved that Cú was summoned. He was Cú Chulainn, but he wasn’t Caster.

My heart lurched and I unclenched my hand. Even so, I welcomed any permutation of him. I would be doing Caster a disservice if I couldn’t accept him in any form. They were all capable, they were all him.

“Mikita, you want a moment alone with him?” Romani whispered into my ear. He gently nudged my side when I failed to respond. “I can make an excuse for us to leave.”

“Huh? No, it’s okay.” I replied, blinking out of my reverie. “Summoning him already exceeded my expectations.”

“You like him, don’t you?”

“It’s not like that.”

“Of course. You admire him. You are fond of him. But you don’t like him. Caster, that is. But it’s OK, you know. To have feelings. It’s OK if your feelings change and you start to like Proto too. I mean, they are the same person, but they’re not the same individual if that makes any sense—”

“Doctor Romani.”

“Yes?”

“Know that I respect you, but please. You make it sound like I’m lovesick—”

Before Romani responded, an arm slinked across our backs and pulled us into a huddle. My eyes found a black tunic with blue shoulder pauldrons, and when I glanced up, I saw Proto’s cheeky expression. His voice slipped into our conversation.

“Romance eludes me, but I think you two would make a cute pair. What’s this business about love?”

Romani burst out laughing, and I rolled my eyes in a good-natured way.

“The only thing I’d love is for you to not jump to conclusions, Proto.” I remarked and ducked from his grasp. “Jumping to conclusions will only leave you with a contusion.”

“Witty, aren’t you?” Proto smirked, one that tugged a smile to my lips. “And Proto, huh? It’s a bit early for nicknames. And speaking of which, you never told me your name, Master. It’s a little late, but I’d be like to know.”

“Of course. Where are my manners?” I smoothed out my skirt and properly introduced myself. Despite my confidence, my legs felt weak. Looking at him made me long for Caster. “Feel free to address me as Mikita instead of ‘Master.’ I’m not used to such a title.”

“Mikita,” he said slowly, in a tentative tone. Something flickered in his eyes; one I was uncertain of. “Have we…met before?”

“This is your first time meeting me.” I saw Roman look at me from my peripheral. I ignored him.

“Then let’s get along, Mikita. Show me what you’re made of.”

---

“What are you doing? You’re injured.” Proto narrowed his eyes and leaned against the doorway of the infirmary, his lance beside him. He gestured for me to stay put. “We’ll talk about this later. Just rest.”

“No—” I pushed the blanket from my body and winced as I planted my feet to the ground. I underestimated how frail I was— “we need to talk about it. Now. About what happened out there.”

“You literally just woke up. Two days ago. Despite being out cold for a week and a half. ‘It’ can wait. Focus on recovering.”

I wobbled toward Proto. It was a painful mistake.

My body fiercely protested while the tender scar on my left arm throbbed. Despite the painkillers, I gritted my teeth and tried not to wince. I continued to move toward him, ignoring how my gown slid down my shoulder.

His gaze flickered between my injuries and my eyes. Proto’s expression made me hesitate, that maybe, just maybe, I was being too reckless.

He finally shook his head and muttered under his breath about my condition.

I reached out to grab him, but his shirt eluded my grasp. I saw his bandages peeking from underneath his black tunic. Like a phantom, he disappeared through the door.

Fortunately, Romani and Mash left earlier after they checked up on me. They most likely went to the control room to update Da Vinci about my condition.

Nothing prevented me from chasing after that stubborn servant.

“We are not done here,” I managed out. I followed him out of the infirmary, but Proto strode ahead. Unable to match his pace, I trailed after him from behind, my glare fixed on his back. “I allow you to act independently when the mission requires it, but the way you acted out there was abysmal. You should place some trust in me. Above all else, my command is—”

Ah.

I clutched at my side. A sudden, sharp pain jolted throughout my entire body, and I forgot how to breathe. A month passed since the Fuyumi Singularity, but the wound from Saber remained. I shouldn’t exert myself, but I could rest when I’m dead.

Again, I gritted my teeth and forced myself to look up at his back.

“Me? My performance was abysmal?” He chuckled; his voice steeped in a wry tone. Proto walked on, hardly glancing over his shoulder as he continued. “You need to re-evaluate your priorities and emotions, little Master, because your actions nearly killed us. I disobeyed to save us.”

“Maybe my emotions made me act a bit rash—”

“A bit?” he let out a bark of incredulity. I moved to straighten myself. Still, he refused to look at me. His back to me was like a pillar I couldn’t tear my gaze from. “I think we’re done here if that’s how you view it.”

Frustrated by his constant interruptions, I raised my voice. “For once, just listen to me! And look at me when I’m speaking to you!”

Instantly, he swiveled back and exploded. Before I could react, he thrusted the bottom of his lance into the wall behind me and it crunched. I winced as I pressed my body against the ivory walls. His weapon was inches away from impaling me.

Proto moved closer and towered over me. The front of his shirt lowered and revealed a trail of bandages down his torso. I bit my lip and remembered how he told me the stray attack from the Dragon Witch only nicked him.

That lying fool.

My confidence returned.

“Your lies won’t protect me,” I said finally, gesturing at his bandages. His hand flew to his shirt, and he adjusted it. “It’s better to let me worry than to be ignorant of your injuries.”

“And your frail human body won’t protect a servant,” he retorted, noting my condition in return. “Seriously, what were you thinking?”

“I just—I just wanted to return the favor. From Caster,” I replied, mumbling the last part.

“What favor?” He sounded genuinely appalled. “Did you also hit your head? You’re not making any sense. And what do you mean ‘from Caster?’”

“It’s nothing,” I said hurriedly. Dammit. Why did I bring that up? A memory of Caster welled up, but I suppressed it. “I just thought a magical girl sequence would happen if I heroically sacrificed myself.”

It was a half-assed excuse, but it derailed the conversation much to my relief.

When I glanced up at him, Proto only stared at me, perplexed by my remark. A long moment passed before he took a deep breath and exhaled.

“I won’t even comment on that. But you need to understand that as a Master, it’s your duty to lead and command us as Servants. If you forfeit your life, humanity loses. I don’t know why I have to remind you of that. And servants are supposed to protect their master, yeah? Our bodies can take the heat, but yours can’t. So don’t play the hero if you can’t handle a single blow.”

“Well, I’m alive, aren’t I?”

“Yeah, barely. Just count your lucky stars.”

“We’re just going around in circles with this conversation.”

“It’s ‘cuz you’re so damn predictable.”

“Has it ever occurred to you,” I said patiently, and crossed my arms over my chest, “that instead of your grand intuition, the reason why you can read my thoughts and movements is because you’ve…or at least, some form of you, has been here before?”

“I’m aware that permutations of the same person can be summoned here.” He backed off and allowed some distance between us. But he continued to observe me. “It just happens that I know you like the back of my hand.”

“Don’t you think it’s a little odd that you can understand my thought process despite being a newly summoned servant—you haven’t met me, much less know me—but you still feel this familiarity? That when you move with me, you move instinctively rather than just following me?” I wavered, pained by my own words. I blinked a few times, trying to process my own thoughts and feelings.

Was it wrong that I wanted him to remember me? Even if he wasn’t Caster?

I chided my thoughts for sounding like an indirect confession.

“You’re implying that some form of me…has been here. Right?” Proto spoke slowly, as he stared at me. Jaw set, his expression betrayed nothing. It was unlike his fiery, expressive self.

“Perhaps.”

“You just said—OK. Fine.” He carded his fingers through his hair, exasperated. “I’m not sure where this conversation is going, but one thing is clear to me. You’re a pain in the ass. There. I admit it. I know little miss and the other servants trust you, but the way I see it, you act impulsively. You act with reckless abandon when the situation gets dire.”

“I wanted to distract the Dragon Witch. It worked, didn’t it?” I defended myself. “Mash and Jeanne d’Arc, along with Marie and Amadeus, were able to make the enemy retreat for the time being. We were able to escape with Siegfried in tow.”

“Look,” he began, seething through his teeth as he closed the space between us again. He glowered at me, crimson eyes darkening to a fearsome shade. I held my tongue and narrowed my eyes in return. “I don’t care if it was luck, but your actions were the pinnacle of foolishness. You clearly don’t take your role seriously enough and I won’t accept you as a Master unless you can show me—” he grabbed my chin and forced my face upward— “that you know how to use me.”

I glared at him and bristled. My rage felt like a tight coil that finally sprung.

“You guys aren’t mindless weapons for me to control! Why can’t you understand that I value your lives?”

“Clearly you don’t value yours enough! But fine, go ahead—” his grip on my face tightened, painfully so— “see if I care if you die. It’s probably easier for you because you’re already in a damn coffin.”

I said nothing and bit my lip. I fumed furiously but silently. Even if anger consumed me, it would never fully control me. I then relaxed my balled-up fist, unaware it was clenched in the first place.

No matter how blunt or harsh his words were—there was a parcel of truth to them. Even if he made valid points and criticism, it punctured my pride.

Under his intense gaze, I folded first. My face no longer burned with rage; instead, it was hot with shame. I was wrong. I acted foolishly.

My conduct was unbefitting for a Master.

“I think…we’re done here then.” Gradually, he released my chin and silently withdrew.

I trembled, suddenly finding it difficult to breathe. Before I knew it, my legs gave in, and I realized how heavy my body felt. Like an anchor being plunged into the depths of the ocean, I realized the severity of the situation.

I really could have died. Humanity would have ended.

Because of my stupidity.

“Let me walk you back to the infirmary, Mikita.” His voice was quiet, with a faraway quality to it. When he spoke again, he sounded exhausted. Defeated. “You’re still hurt. You shouldn’t move so much in that state.”

My eyes found him. The fire in his eyes diminished and barely flickered with anger.

“I’m fine,” I lied, pressing my lips together. I dropped my gaze to the cold, white floors and blinked. My resolve from earlier dissolved. I was exhausted. Tired of this conversation, tired of my emotions being stretched thin.

The pain killers were beginning to wear off and reality was starting to set in.

“Don’t be difficult. Even after that spat, let me help you.”

“No. Just go on ahead, Proto.” I took a deep breath and used the wall as support as I stood up. Shit. I reached for my side; pain seared through me. The effects of the healing salves faded. He reached out to steady me, but I moved away from his hand. “I’m fine. I can make it back myself. You should…you should tell the others I’ll be resting in my room.”

“Mikita—”

Despite his protests, I trudged past him.

“Go. Please.” Something wet rolled down my face. “We’re done here.”

---

I reflected on my role as a Master.

Underneath that layer of frost was the truth. Our contract was useless if I couldn’t use him properly. Or rather, if he didn’t need me. My inability to use his skills—along with the other servants—endangered our team. Our mission.

These feelings of shame followed me for the next few days.

Eventually, those days eclipsed into weeks.

My resolve shook, but at the same time, I started to understand my insecurities.

Soon enough, I was stable enough to participate in short missions again. My wounds healed, but the scars on my left side and arm ached.

After Romani, Mash, and the other servants checked up on me, I had a few hours to myself. Da Vinci gave me a journal and I wrote in it, trying to devise better strategies and team compositions. I scribbled details about a servant’s Noble Phantasm and jotted down new entries about the Craft Essence our team received.

It was true that I needed to be a better Master and leader.

Despite discussing strategy with others, I realized that the very person who challenged me to be better was not at my side.

Proto seldom visited. I wondered if he disliked me that much.

He visited a few times, but our conversations were painfully artificial (he would ask: How are you holding up? I’m doing ok. What about you? Same here) or we’d exhaust pleasantries and lapse into an uncomfortable silence. We knew we were treading carefully with each other. Even so, I was too much of a coward to bring up that conversation again.

So we returned to square one.

We needed space. I didn’t want to summon him here just on my whims alone, as that defeated the purpose.

Sometimes, I caught a fleeting shadow when my door slid open and someone else entered. It was only my wishful thinking hoping it was him.

One day, as Mash was helping me sort through inventory, she gently pointed out something. “This might seem obvious, Senpai, but why don’t you talk to him?”

I paused in my work and stared at her. She tucked a few loose strands behind her ear and categorized the Craft Essence by rarity. “At the very least, you can openly discuss about your concerns. Unless you prefer to wade in misery the entire time?”

“No. I’m not a masochist,” I responded lamely, working my hands again. There were numerous cards to go through. I stacked a few cards together and placed them aside. “But if I'm avoiding him on purpose, does that make me one? An emotional masochist, I mean?”

“I didn’t realize you were into that kind of thing,” Romani piped up from somewhere, most likely in a forgotten corner.

“Doctor Romani!” Mash chided.

“Kidding of course! I jest because I care.”

A smile graced my lips. I forgot how much I enjoyed our conversations with just the three of us. My guard relaxed and I continued. “But working up the courage to talk about it—” I gestured vaguely with my free hand— “is what makes me hesitate.”

“I can always stand by and hit Proto with the back of my ‘blade’ if he's rude to you,” she offered helpfully.

“Thank you, Mash. But it’s OK. I’ll figure something out,” I hummed. “I appreciate you and Dr. Romani listening to my troubles though.”

Once again, somewhere in the inventory room, Romani responded with a muffled voice. “No problem, Mikita! Always glad to lend an ear.”

For the remainder of the day, we continued to sort through the recent summons and organized the rest of the room. Mash finished her task and volunteered to take the crate of fragments to Da Vinci. Romani and I were the only ones in the room in our respective corners.

I placed the Craft Essences I had in a box and hauled it toward the shelf, near Romani. By accident, my elbow hit the side of the shelf and jarred my arm. The box slipped from my hands and landed on the ground with a dull thud. To my dismay, all the contents spilled out.

Once feeling returned to my elbow, I knelt and gathered the cards again. Romani moved from his hiding spot and noticed my accident. He helped me gather the rest of the cards and offered to reorganize them. Grateful, I thanked him.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll be here for a while longer. You should take a break, alright? Wouldn’t want you straining yourself.”

“I will. I hope you take a break too, Romani. You work too much.”

I rose from the ground. Romani followed, with the box in tow.

“Oh, just one second, Mikita. There was something I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t know when to bring it up.”

“Hmm?” I prepared to leave the room but hung near the doorway. “What is it?”

Romani’s eyes found mines. “Actually, I wanted to confirm something.” His expression was one I couldn’t parse. He placed the parcel on top of a desk and snapped his fingers together.

“You like Proto, don’t you?”

I wasn’t able to prepare myself for this. I had been careful when bringing up this conversation.

Or at least, I thought I was careful.

“Aha! Bingo. And don’t look at me like that. If anything, it’s written all over your face!”

I avoided his eyes. “You’re not a love detective, Doctor Romani,” I said carefully, inching through the door. “If anything, you’re reading too deeply into it.”

“Am I, though? Don’t you want to reconcile with him?”

“I’ll do it on my own terms.”

“I can help you, you know. And we’re friends aren’t we? Plus…hey! Are you just going to leave midsen—”

I bolted out the door and made a straight beeline to my room.

When I went inside, I calmly sat down in a chair and stared at my desk. Immediately, my hands flew to my face, and I shook my head frantically.

Romani didn’t have to verbalize what I already knew.

---

For the next month or two, my relationship with Proto hit a doldrum.

He was actively avoiding me, and perhaps I was avoiding him too. Once we defeated the Dragon Witch and Gilles, my eyes searched for Proto to rejoice. Before I called out to him, Jeanne caught me by the arm as she dissipated. I felt a rush of emotion I haven’t felt since Caster’s parting. It made our last moments so bittersweet as I held onto Jeanne for the last time.

For some reason, her gentle words and smile made me feel like she was the one seeing me off.

Through tears, I promised to summon her and the other servants again.

I’ll be waiting, Mikita, Jeanne’s eyes glistened. Thank you.

As the singularity repaired itself, Romani prepared to ray shift us back to Chaldea. It wasn’t until days later I remembered someone’s comforting hand was on my shoulder when I cried.

---

I drummed my fingers along Romani’s desk to dispell this nervous energy. On busy days, we shared a companionable silence. On other days, the air was filled with warm laughter and friendly jibes, but today, Romani was gone.

Twenty minutes passed as I tidied up some paper stacks.

Another ten minutes passed without the doctor. It was odd. Romani was the one who summoned me here today. For what purpose, I didn't know.

I jotted down a note and left it on his desk. I would go look for the eccentric doctor, or maybe ask Mash about his whereabouts.

Maybe Da Vinci had leads.

My boots clicked against the tiles as I walked across the room and toward the door. The white door slid open and to my surprise, Proto—of all people—appeared. He appeared distracted as he looked over his shoulder and rushed inside the room without noticing me.

I let out a startled noise, but he immediately covered my mouth and pushed me in.

“Shit! Don’t say a word. Little miss is chasing me around for no reason. I need to hide.” The door quickly slid shut and Proto hit a few keys and locked the door. His hand still covered my mouth and I gazed up at him in bewilderment.

“What's hap—”

“Shh!”

I remained quiet. In hindsight, the situation felt utterly ridiculous. I felt like a hostage being held captive. An innocent victim caught up in the crossfire.

“You hear that?” he said, between pants. His back was plastered against the wall beside the door, his hand still over my mouth.

Just faintly, I heard footsteps. Resolute footsteps. It sounded like someone was on the prowl.

“Proto, where are you?” Mash called out, somewhere down the hallway. “You’re acting childish for hiding like this!”

I could barely hear the rest of Mash’s sentence because Proto’s heartbeat thumped wildly in my ears. He didn’t realize it yet, but he pressed me close to his body, with my head resting on his chest, directly over his heart.

As I glanced up at him again, I noticed his hair was not in its usual ponytail, but in a loose state and somewhat damp. He must have showered recently. Only to be ambushed by Mash on the way back to his room.

…the scent of honey lemon was fresh on him.

“What did you do?” I whispered, moving his hand away from my mouth. He placed a finger to his lips.

I quirked an eyebrow at him but stayed quiet. We both looked at the door and wondered if Mash would search the rooms.

“Where did he go? He must have gone through one of these doors.” We both heard Romani’s muffled voice. “I’ll check this room. You should check the other.”

Proto and I glanced at each other in panic. This time, I mouthed the words, what did you do?!

He shook his head and mouthed back; I’ll tell you later.

I could have walked out of the room and exposed Proto’s hiding place, but curiosity urged me to side with Proto. Maybe I stayed because I missed his presence. That being like this reminded me of more comfortable moments together.

I yearned to return to those days.

“Do you think he went into your office, Doctor Romani?”

“Have at it—“ Romani said in a muffled tone, in a room— “damn, where did he go?!”

Immediately, footsteps bounded straight toward our door.

Proto’s crimson eyes widened in alarm. Does she know the password? Please tell me she doesn’t.

I gazed up at him with wide eyes. She can unlock the door. I won’t throw you under the bus…but seriously, what did you do?!

We panicked as the electronic beeps of the code was being entered in. Proto grabbed my right arm and ushered me toward the back of the room. This spot was obscured from the door because of the partitions in the medical bay. Immediately, I gestured at the closet door in the corner.

“Did you change the password?” Mash noted when the beeps chimed error.

“Did I? It should still be the same. Maybe he’s not in there. I mean, the door tends to lock itself after no one stops by.”

“I suppose you’re right, Doctor. No harm in checking though.”

Fortunately, that brought us enough time. Proto slid the closet door open and threw himself in—only to tug me in after him. I lost my balance and stumbled in; the closet door closed behind me.

Just then, Mash entered the correct combination and was granted access. She entered.

“He’s not here.” She sounded disappointed.

“Let’s keep checking. Maybe he made his escape while we were searching.”

“Alright—”

My heart pounded so rapidly that I couldn’t focus on the duo’s conversation. We were close to being discovered.

As their conversation continued, I tried to gain my bearings in the dimness of the closet. Moving as quietly as I could, I noticed that my right arm was caught. More specifically, my bracelet and sleeve cuff.

Faint traces of light fell through the open slits at the top of the door. I was able to make out sets of white lab coats hanging above us. They hung in a precarious manner with some dangling off their hanger. Some were plain shirts, a few scarves, but most seemed to be miscellaneous articles of clothes strewn about.

I tried to keep quiet, but my right arm hung awkwardly, though not too painfully, above my head.

“Hey—” Proto whispered, somewhere in front and rather close to me— “would you stop moving for a moment?”

I flushed because of his proximity. “Sorry. it’s just. I’m stuck—”

“Here—”

“It kind of hurts. Ah. Careful—”

Suddenly, I felt something shift below me. I couldn’t tell where he was at first because of the swaying lab coats. But when he nudged some clothes away with his hand, I noticed his position.

Most importantly, I noticed how Proto was sprawled out underneath me.

He propped himself on his elbows, just barely looking at me and mumbled with no heat, “Master. Would you. Stop. Moving.”

Then I recognized the position I was in. How my skirt hitched up and revealed my thighs.

How my hips pressed against his.

Mortified, my face grew warmer than the layers of the earth. My first reaction was to move away from him, and I did. But that was a painful mistake. Pain jolted down my right arm and reminded me that it was still suspended in the air and that my sleeve caught onto a godforsaken coat. Even with a layer of bewilderment and embarrassment and panic, the whole situation seemed so absurd. Humiliating at my expense. Why was I in this compromising position? Why was Proto the one seeing me like this? Why was this all happening?

…

It’s because you wanted to be closer to him again.

Yes, but not like this.

I struggled and tried to move away from his body. I nearly forgot that Mash and Romani were beyond the door. It baffled me that no one heard us.

“Hey, Mikita, it’s OK—”

Proto shifted below me again. In a hasty manner, he positioned himself upright and took my left arm. He held it in a gentle, but firm way that startled me. With his free hand, he pulled me into an embrace.

I was stunned. And once again, I found my cheek resting against his chest, unable to pull away.

I didn't know what to make of his actions. It must have been his way of reassuring me.

“I know you hate me but quit squirming around. You make it so hard too—” Proto coughed, though it sounded forced— “no pun intended. But would you be still for a moment?”

Despite the mild tone of his delivery, his heartbeat drummed wildly against my ear.

“I never said I hate you, Proto.” I mumbled quietly into his shirt. He still smelled of honey lemon. And I was glad the darkness obscured my crimson face.

Even with his silence, he continued to hold onto me. Our quiet breathing then filled the emptiness between us. We listened intently for voices, and to our relief, there was none.

I assumed that Mash and Romani left when I struggled to detangle myself from Proto.

“They must be gone,” I said quietly, trying to move myself away from his chest.

“Yeah. I think they’re looking in the other rooms now.” He breathed out a sigh. I felt his breath caress the nape of my neck. His grip on my left arm loosened, but he still held onto it.

“We should get out first. Then you can explain to me what’s going on.” I shook my left arm free from his grasp. He released me, as if he were just realizing he was still holding onto me.

“First, we need to talk. About us. About…that day.”

I froze for a moment. The memories of that argument resurfaced but I did my best to suppress it. I let out a weak laugh to ease my nerves. “We can talk once we leave the closet, Proto.”

“No. Wait.” I could tell from his tone that he was adamant. Even in the dark, I could tell that he was frowning when he spoke. “You’ll escape if we leave this closet. And now is the perfect opportunity since we’re alone.”

“I’m not ready to have this conversation. At least, not when we’re…like this.”

“Sometimes being in a vulnerable position makes us more honest.”

“Are you sure you’re not just enjoying this?” I said, a bit exasperated.

“Maybe. A bit.” He was quick to elaborate when I didn’t respond. “I mean, I miss our conversations.”

I bit my lip, torn between berating him or indulging him with some banter. But somehow…after the events of today…I just felt overwhelmed. I sought the solace of my room. Under the covers. Hiding. From the world.

From him.

I then remembered that my right arm still dangled in the air. How my stupid skirt was riding up, how exposed I felt in front of him.

The indignity felt humiliating.

My eyes were downcast when I spoke. I hardly hid the waver in my voice.

“I’m not in the mood right now, Proto. I just…I just want to get out of this closet.”

“Do you really hate me?”

I lifted my head. Our eyes met and for once, his expression seemed dejected. The way his eyes mirrored my own, exhaustion was evident in them. There was vulnerability in those eyes.

We skirted around the problem that hurt us. That mangled whatever relationship we had.

“I don’t. I don’t hate you. Why would you think that?” I was puzzled as to why he would repeat that thought.

“Then why do you avoid me?”

I glanced at the ground. “It wasn’t my intention.”

“My words hurt you, didn’t it?”

I found it difficult to respond. But my silence confirmed his suspicions.

“I didn’t mean to. It came out wrong,” he began again, struggling to articulate his thoughts. I only stared at the ground, trying to keep it together in front of him. He continued, fumbling for words. We were self-conscious of each other, weren’t we? “I was just tired. Annoyed. But I wasn’t annoyed at you. I was annoyed at myself because I couldn’t protect you.”

“It’s not your fault. I wanted to protect you instead.”

“But what kind of servant can’t even protect their own Master?” Proto let out scathingly. He sounded furious, but not at me. At himself, at his own failures, at his own weakness.

He was so critical of himself that I reached my left hand out to touch his face. To soothe him, to console him that his failures did not make him an unreliable servant. That I appreciated his actions to the extent that I would lay down my life for his.

And he understood this from my gesture alone.

Despite two months of barely interacting with each other, he still knew me by instinct, of what I was trying to say. Maybe, just maybe, he was really Caster rather than Proto, but they were both Cú Chulainn and permutations of each other. Yet on some level, our thoughts and actions vibrated on the same frequency. Our feelings were finally mutual and platonic and reciprocated without any complication.

Platonic.

Yes. Of course. It would be selfish to ask for more right now as we’re just reconciling.

I’m just now realizing how much I don’t know about him and his own struggles. I was blinded these past two months, wasn't I? I was so absorbed in my own emotions that I forgot about the others around me.

Then he hugged me. I held onto him.

The heavy burden on my heart eased a bit. Even if we could finally look at each other at length, we still needed to address the issues we’ve avoided.

For now, I enjoyed this moment. His embrace. The warmth he radiated. It was comforting, like finding shelter in a storm. A warm hearth during winter months.

Eventually, he pulled back and so did I. I wondered if he hesitated because I did.

“Um. Mikita.” He started, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. I waited with patience. “I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry for what I said. At that moment, what I meant was…I wish you had more regard for your life. Some self-preservation. You’re important to us. You’re, um, important to me.”

My heart swelled. A dam broke and words and communication flowed out. And I felt childish for dodging the topic for so long. I think he felt the same way.

My face grew warm again. I wanted to be honest with him too.

“I understand. And I’m sorry too,” I admitted. “I shouldn’t be so careless with my life. I should value my life as I value yours and the other servants. I was being foolish and reckless. I’m really sorry, Proto. I am.”

“I’m sorry too, Mikita. I regret hurting you. I really do.”

He touched my face. I never pinned him as the affectionate type, but this softer side to him was sincere and warmed my heart.

Platonic feelings, huh? Right…of course…

I was only fooling myself that my feelings for him were platonic.

“Not to ruin the mood, but…” I gestured at my dangling arm, and he glanced up. “Can you untangle my arm, please?”

“Oh. Yeah. Of course. I forgot.” He reached up, fumbling with my cuff and the lab coat it stuck to. “That looks uncomfortable. Here. Let’s see…Uh. Damn. It’s kind of dark to see but…I need to get a bit closer…I hope you don’t mind?”

“It’s fine. Um, go ahead, Proto.”

“Right. Here I go then.”

He allowed me a moment to compose myself before leaning into me. His chest brushed against my own, and I felt self-conscious.

I squirmed a bit, feeling awkward but accepted it. There was no need to be embarrassed since he was trying to help me. Truth be told, I was grateful for him.

As I glanced up, I noticed that his gaze was fixed onto my shirt sleeve. His hands moved in a manner that suggested he was trying to unhook something. Most likely loose threads caught onto one of the buttons of the lab coat.

“Would it be easier if you stood up and unhook it?” I suggested. It dawned on me that we didn’t have to be in this position, unless there was something preventing him from doing so.

“I would’ve moved earlier but I think the accents and armored part of my pants are….tangled with your skirt.”

I had avoided glancing at my skirt because I didn’t want to be reminded of our position. I glanced down, knowing I had to come to terms with it at some point. When my eyes wandered to my skirt, what he said was true. My skirt was caught onto the edges of his pants, and I wondered if he thought I was being the conniving one.

“Your wardrobe is a bit impractical,” he noted, still undoing the mess that was my sleeve cuff. “Maybe you’d look better without these clothes on.”

It took a few long seconds before he realized what he said. I only gazed up at him, somewhat flustered and equal parts amused. He paused, his words finally sinking in.

“That came out completely wrong. That wasn’t what I meant. I—”

I felt a bit bold and decided to tease him. Payback, it seemed. “It isn’t like you to be so flustered. What’s wrong?” As I watched him, he deliberately avoided my eyes and focused on the sleeve. I let out a sigh on his neck, his body straightened.

“Quit it,” he protested weakly. “It’s distracting.”

“Sorry. I couldn’t help it.” A smile tugged at my lips, and I glanced at my skirt. Still, in all seriousness, I should start undoing the tangles of my skirt from his clothes. “I’ll just work on this then.”

We worked quietly to undo the tangles from our clothes. I shifted a few times, trying to remove the hem of my skirt from the jagged parts near his waist. Even in the dimness, I was able to free part of my skirt.

Yet I paused and stole a glance at Proto. He was preoccupied but seemed visibly strained.

“Mikita.”

I jumped, startled. He bit his lip.

“I know. This was not my intention—"

“I wish you’d stop moving,” he said, trying to maintain his composure. “Here.” He released my arm, and I was relieved. My arm ached, but it was finally free.

Suddenly, he leaned down and mumbled into my ear. “I wish you weren’t such a tease. This wasn’t what I meant when I asked you if you knew how to use me.”

(Master post of drabbles) | A03 | Kofi

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