#fgo fluff

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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.

“Whadda I tell ya Master, no one can defeat the greatest man-slayer of Bakumatsu!” Izou cheerfully proclaimed while pouring another glass of sake, face already flushed from the previous rounds of drinks. 

“Of course,” you smiled warmly, “I know your talent well, Assassin.”

Both of you were celebrating a recent victory on your couch, sake bottles and various snacks strewn about the coffee table in front of you. It was a bit into the evening, overhead lights turned off in favor of a few lamps strewn about the living room. The radio hummed quietly across the room as you poured yourself a drink. 

Izou downed his glass with great fervor, placing the empty cup on the table as he gazed over towards your form. You were smiling that beautiful smile with a fondness in your eyes that he wasn’t used to. He never understood why you treated him so well, after all when he was alive he was treated simply as an object of violence. 

“Say Master, why aren’t ya scared of me? I thought man-slayers were fearsome creatures that everyone hated.” he spoke with an uncharacteristic softness as his golden gaze bored into the empty sake glass. 

You tilted your head to the side as you pondered, “Hmm, well I suppose I was a little frightened at first, but that was mostly ‘cause I was nervous to make a good impression.” you giggled. 

His eyes widened, no one had really ever cared what he had thought or believed before. It was astonishing to believe that the Master that summoned him valued his opinion so much that they would be self-conscious. 

“Y’know, I was never too fond of Master-Servant relationships, ‘was betrayed too many times in life by those above me.” 

The expression on his face was mixed as he spoke, pouring another glass while avoiding eye contact with you. “They saw me as a pawn that they could toss when they were done.”

“Well, you don’t have to worry about me. I’ll stick by you ‘till the end.” you responded, reaching out your glass to him. 

The corner of Izou’s mouth tugged up into a smile as he returned the gesture, clinking your glasses together. 

“Besides, I really like talking to you, and I think you’re a good person at heart. You just weren’t given the time to show it.” you added quietly, feeling your face heat gradually as you spoke. 

Izou’s face turned pink as you laid your feelings on the table, mind racing as he processed the implications of your words. He turned his face to the side so you couldn’t see the blush growing over his cheeks, “W-well, all I can do is kill people,” his head lowered as his tone became melancholy, “that’s about all I can really do for you, Master.” 

You shook your head viciously, “That’s not true at all! You can do so much more, I know it.” Your gaze flickered to his large hand on the couch, distracted by the thick veins running up his toned forearms. 

“Also, please just call me (y/n), Master just doesn’t feel right after all the shit we’ve been through.”

“Well okay, then (y/n),” Izou smiled slightly as your name rolled off his tongue, it felt so natural and right. “But I’m serious ya know, I’m just a killer, and not a very bright one…” he mumbled.

You snuck a glance to the servant sitting next to you. 

He looked absolutely stunning, with his wavy black hair released from its usual ponytail allowing it to fall over his broad shoulders. His yukata was looser than normal, giving you a slight peek at his toned chest. 

With the alcohol giving you extra courage, you took a breath and reached for his hand to place yours on top delicately. 

He seemed to flinch at the sudden contact but didn’t pull away, his face only growing a deeper shade of red. 

“Mas- I mean (y/n), yer gonna give a guy the wrong idea if ya do that...” 

You looked him directly in the eyes and responded firmly, “You’re more than you make yourself out to be, I’m dead serious.”

Your fingers curled tighter around his hand as you scooted closer, legs almost touching. “And… what if that idea isn’t wrong?” 

You felt his hand tremble as he slowly faced his palm upwards to lace your fingers together, his face and ears now fully engulfed by the blush. The room grew hotter, and you weren’t sure if it was because of the sake. 

“Ya serious?” he breathed shakily as he mustered up the courage to turn towards you fully. 

You nodded while your stomach did somersaults, biting your lip before mustering up the courage to ask “Can I… can I kiss you?”

His brain had now fully short-circuited as the words left your mouth, unable to tear his gaze away from your adorable nervous expression. “I-I uh um, I mean, yeah. Uh yes. Please.” he stumbled over his words. 

Your lips met in a shy, soft kiss, the thundering of your heartbeat in your ears drowning out the radio across the room. You felt like you were ascending in joy, the only thing that kept you grounded was the tickle of his stubble against your face. 

His hand slowly came up to cradle the back of your head to deepen the kiss, which you took as an invitation to wrap your arms behind his neck. The taste of sake and magical energy danced between your lips as your bodies drew closer with you on top of his lap. You felt large hands snake hesitantly around your waist, as if he was scared he would break you. 

As you pulled back slowly, you savored the image in front of you. 

His face was fully flushed, with a soft emotion in his eyes that you’d never seen before. 

You giggled as you brushed his bangs behind his ear so you could see both of his golden eyes. “You’re so cute Izou, how could I not fall for you?” 

The assassin almost looked like he was about to cry, burying his head in the crook of your neck as he fully tightened his muscular arms around your waist. 

“God, ya can’t say stuff like that to me.” he murmured in your neck. 

“My heart can’t handle it.”

You carded your fingers through his wavy locks as you hugged him closer. He seemed to lean into your touch, eyes closed in pure bliss as you played with his hair. He had never felt this safe and loved in his life, and the foreign feeling almost frightened him. 

You leaned to press a soft kiss on his forehead, “Well that’s too bad, you’re gonna have to get used to it.” you grinned. 

Izou was in pure heaven, sake and snacks long forgotten on the table as he melted into your warm affection. 

“Let’s jus’ stay like this forever.” he mumbled. 

“I wouldn’t want anything else.”

-

You groggily opened your eyes as beams of light shone through the blinds. The sun shone across the glass of the sake bottles, sending rays of colorful light bouncing around the room. 

You felt the steady rising and falling of a chest at your back while thick arms enveloped you. Izou’s body was flush against yours as his breath tickled your ear, quiet snores rumbling against your back. You simply closed your eyes as you sunk back into the couch, savoring the warmth of his body.

The assassin behind you began to shift as he awoke, stretching out a bit before snuggling you closer. 

“Mornin’…” he sighed in your ear in a groggy, husky tone. 

“Good morning Izou,” you responded, “Hey, y’know I was thinking about something…”

“Hm?”

“I think I know what I want to ask the Grail for now.”

He propped his head up on his arm and gazed down at you with curiosity as you turned to lay on your back so you could look up at him. 

“I want you to have a second chance at life. I’d wish for the Grail to give you a human body so we could be together. No more killing or fighting, just a peaceful life where we do laundry and taxes and bicker over silly things.”

The boldness of your statement caught up to you, and you began fidgeting with your shirt to avoid eye contact. “I-I mean of course it’s only if you want to… sorry if that’s too weird…”

Izou looked astonished while you spoke, brows slowly furrowing as his eyes darkened. “But, I don’t want you to waste something that important on someone like me… you could wish for anything you want.”

“But I want you, more than anything.” You faced him and placed a hand on his cheek and stroked his face, feeling the rough stubble under your delicate fingertips. 

His eyes softened and quickly filled with warmth, “Oh God darlin’, I’d love that, so so much.” he whispered, planting a loving kiss on your cheek. 

“goddamn… hot…” she mumbles into your neck, where she’s hidden her face. you’re not certain how doing that helps her beat the heat but really, how could you say something? “i’m going to melt…”

you chuckle as you run your fingers through her long locks. “you’ll get used to it,” you assure her, which causes her to let out a huff right against your neck which sends shivers down your spine.

“i will never. such heat is… unbecoming for a tsaritza.”

“even if it gives us an excuse to get ice cream…?”

that seems to pique her interest. “what flavor would we get? i would prefer to try them all…”

“then that’s what we’ll do, with all the toppings you could ask for,” you say. ana finally pries her face from your neck to look up at you.

“you’d do that for me, возлюбленный?”

“anything for you, my tsaritza,” you reply. suddenly, your lips meet hers as she darts up to give you a soft kiss. she pulls away with a smile tugging at her lips and giggles softly.