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cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme · 2 years ago

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Sorry to come back but I really liked your Gareth and Mordred fluff, would you be willing to do fluff with Scathach, Medusa, and Nightingale. A kinda hurt comfort like they had a dread of their worst day and the reader had it too and comforts them? Or just pure fluff. Fgo has its hooks deep in me.

(I am in the same boat without question. Not to mention Medusa, Scathach, and Nightingale are some of my favorites. I’ll admit I probably went a little overboard on all of this compared to my usual style, but considering this is my first real time writing angst and for some reason I’ve been wanting to give it a go recently, so I hope I didn’t do too badly!)

NOW THEN! YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND!

Warnings: ANGST! AND LOTS OF IT! Violence, and some gore.

Scathach

Scathach, the queen of shadows, mistress of runecraft, master of the Gae Bulg spear.

A force to be reckoned with.

Immortal.

Undying.

And the only thing she gave a damn about right now.

Unable to do a thing as you lay dying in her arms.

Unable to save the only person she would ever consider trying to live for, their body torn asunder, far beyond what she could repair.

It would be hilarious if it was in a book or some other story.

An immortal who searched only for death, finding someone who they loved enough to live for.

Only to be forced to watch them die.

But this wasn’t a book or some other story for Scathach.

This was a possibility she had pushed away since you gave one another your hearts.

A possibility that had become reality.

Whatever came next didn’t matter.

The woman known as Scathach would remain rooted in this place for all time.

Even when the earth swallows her, even when the oceans drown her.

This is where she will be.

Even when the world dies and the sun devours it.

This is where she will be.

Even when the end of the universe finally comes and everything dies.

This is where she will be.

Watching over where you last lived.

And watching over where her heart died.

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Scathach opened her eyes.

Her face was wet with tears.

It was a dream.

You were alive, sitting next to her on the couch, looking off into the distance, boring a hole through the wall.

Scathach quietly dried her tears before leaning over and onto you.

“Bad dream?” you asked.

“Aye. You?” Scathach answered.

“Probably the same one as you except on the other side.” Was all you told her.

“I see…” Scathach muttered.

“Scathach?” You asked.

“Yes, mo ghràdh?” Scathach responded.

“I love you, you know that right?” you told the Queen Of Shadows.

“Of course I do you fool, I love you as well.” the queen told you affectionately in response.

(Note: mo ghràdh roughly means "My love")

Medusa

Medusa ran over the hill upon seeing the smoke in the air.

The smoke coming from the place she called home with you.

The smoke coming from the burned ruins of it at least.

“Pitchforks and torches…” Medusa whispered to herself in horror and fear before turning her head to the coast.

The coast with the village on it.

The coast Medusa knew you had been taken to.

In an instant she was off, running as fast as she possibly could to the village.

Hoping, praying, begging, anything and anyone that was listening that you were unharmed.

Because if you weren’t…

Medusa had no idea what she would do… what she would become if you weren’t alive to hold her heart.

So she continued to beg and she continued to run.

But nothing was listening.

Nothing was ever listening…

For the moment she entered the village on the main road she saw you.

On your knees, beaten, battered, and broken.

Even still, the second you saw her you smiled.

The world slowed to a crawl for Medusa as she saw your smile.

You knew she wouldn’t be able to save you.

You knew her weapons wouldn’t reach where you were in time.

You knew she couldn’t run fast enough.

You knew she couldn’t do anything.

And still you smiled at her, telling her that it was okay.

That it didn’t matter and that you loved her.

And then the blade that was meant for her was swung downwards upon your neck, cutting it clean off in one single stroke.

The world began to move again and Medusa, the woman you loved, was dead alongside you.

All that remained in her body was pure emotion, no rhyme, no reason, just a tornado of feelings as everything crashed around what remained.

A tornado of love.

A tornado of hatred.

A tornado of terror.

A tornado…

Named Gorgon.

The next thing Gorgon knew… she was holding your head in her arms, her entire body covered in blood and gore as tears poured down her face.

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Medusa shot upwards from the bed you and her shared, tears running down her own face.

It was only a night terror.

Wasn’t it?

Medusa looked to the side of the bed you slept on.

It was empty.

Fear unlike any other Medusa had felt immediately gripped her entire being.

It turned her entire body to ice.

Within milliseconds Medusa was out of the bed, weapons in and as she prepared to tear the world apart to find you.

Luckily for the world and all who lived on it, it was this moment that you opened the door.

Your head was still attached, and your body was without wounds.

Aside from looking somewhat pale, you looked perfect to Medusa.

Sure, she didn’t spend long looking at you before crushing you into a hug and sobbing into your shoulder.

But you even being in one piece would’ve been more than enough for the purple haired woman.

It was on this night that the secretive woman opened up to you in a way she rarely ever did.

She told you her fears, and the greatest among them.

And in turn you told her to know that no matter what may happen, that you will always love her.

Nightingale

Gun smoke invaded Nightingale’s nose and screams of pain and agony tore into her ears.

She was running through one of the many proper field hospitals she had forced the troops to set up through Crimea.

She was currently following one of her subordinate nurses who was bringing her to a gravely wounded person.

Soon they both arrived, and Nightingale’s world ground to a halt as everything disappeared.

Everything except her and the person in the bed.

You.

Shot, stabbed, bleeding buckets, bones shattered, your right arm and left leg blown off, your right eye missing and your left was glazed over as you hovered between life and death while letting out ragged and stilted breaths that were painful just to listen to.

“...please… h-help… me…” you managed to choke out.

But there was nothing Nightingale could do… nothing but ensure that you, the only person who had ever managed to capture her heart in such a way that made it yours from Nightingale’s own hand…

Could die painlessly…

By her own hand… by her own needle…

But she couldn’t, she couldn’t stand to even try and save you from this agony.

Because she loved you, and she couldn’t stand it… seeing you like this but she couldn’t stand to know that she was the one to take your life.

So she stood there, at the foot of your cot, as you choked on your own blood, as your body ran out of oxygen, as you drowned on dry land.

Unable to do anything but watch as you died.

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Nightingale shot up from her desk, a sob escaping her and into the thankfully empty room around her.

“It was a dream… it was a dream… it was a dream…” The berserker muttered to herself as tears ran down her face.

But no matter how much she told herself it was a dream, all she could think about was you.

Your face as you died.

Your face as you hoped that the Angel Of Crimea would come and take away your pain.

Your face as you realized that she wasn’t coming.

Your face as death finally took you.

In this moment Nightingale decided that it was time for a visit.

So she composed herself as best she could and walked out of the infirmary to the room the both of you shared.

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Nightingale tore open the door to you and hers room.

And the moment she did relief washed over her.

You were awake.

You were alive.

You were okay.

And in an instant the usually composed nurse tackled you and placed her ear on your chest, right over your heart,.

*thump**thump**thump**thump**thump**thump*

Your heart was beating a mile a minute.

*thump**thump**thump**thump**thump**thump*

But it was beating.

Yet… that didn’t stop the tears streaming down her face.

It might’ve been only a dream… but… to see you like that….

Burned, shot, stabbed… you were in so many pieces to where there was nothing she could do but try and let you die as quickly as possible…

It was something Nightingale had faced many times before… but this was different…

Not just because it was you, but because that exact scenario might be something she would have to deal with…

And there would be nothing for her to do…

You wrapped your arms tight around the distressed head nurse, comforting her despite your own dream… or more accurately… nightmare.

But that could wait.

Nightingale wasn’t the type to do something like this without good reason.

And soon, without you asking she told you everything.

Her nightmare.

And everything that had happened, everything she was unable to do.

In turn you told her about your own nightmare, and how it was exactly like hers except you were in the cot.

Dying.

Drowning.

Soon you were both in tears as you comforted one another.

On that night the both of you told the other something, something important.

You told her that no matter what, that you knew she would do her best to save you if it came to it, and that you knew that she could.

Nightingale told you that no matter what, she would always, ALWAYS, save you.

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megashadowdragon · 2 years ago

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Maybe she's already used to the other 4 Cús being weirded out by seeing her in a swimsuit. Even if she understands their uncomfort.

She's just like "sigh... you're another Cú Chulainn, aren't you?".

Skadi: sigh... you know, you don't have to react like that to my swimsuit...

Setanta: aw, come on, cute me some slack here. Do you have any idea how bizarre is to look at someone who looks like my teacher dressed in a cute swimsuit and acting all cute and beautiful after the upbringing I had with her? It's like meeting the younger sister I never knew she had who is the polar opposite of her.

Skadi: ... wait... does that mean you find me cute and beautiful?

Setanta: blushes uncontrollably d-don't get the wrong idea, ok?! It's not like I have a crush on you oe anything... a-also, mind not telling teacher about our talk here? I kinda get the feeling she's gonna use her Gae Bolg on me if she found out what I told you right now!!!

Skadi: fufufu... don't worry, I won't tell her anything. At least you're a little more honest than your older selves. Under your example, would they count as your "older brothers", I wonder?... in any case, wouls you like to share an ice cream with me? The heat is insufferable right now even with this heat and I'd like something cold. Come on, this way we can at least get to know each other better.

Setanta:... 'kay, let's go... but don't tell teacher or the other mes about this as well. Teacher won't stop nagging me about it and the other mes might tease me into oblivion...

Skadi: fufufu, sure thing. Now tell me which flavor do you like the most...

It’s like meeting the younger sister I never knew she had who is the polar opposite of her.

Pretty ironic, considering this was around the age he met Shishou’s actual sister Aife, who he had a son with.

Young Cu definitely had a thing for Shishou faces.

#fgo #fate grand order #fate/grand order #fgo skadi #scathach skadi #fate scathach #fgo scathach #scathach-skadi #fgo setanta #fgo fanart #f/go

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