#cu chulainn imagine

[fandom-go-round]

Hello!! Could I have a gender neutral love letter from Cú Chulainn (any adult version) from the fate series please?? Just something fluffy is good, I have nothing specific in mind 🙏❤️

Sorry this took so long dear, I love Cu and this ask. I hope you enjoy!

A Love Letter. You almost don’t see it because it’s not in an envelope. Tucked onto your nightstand, it takes you a moment to realize that it’s a letter addressed to you.

Hey

I want you to know that you can ignore this letter if you want. It’s not going to change my feelings in any way but it’s up to you if you want this to go farther. Now that that’s out of the way, I can really get started.

I want you to be mine. I know that you’re popular and that I’m one of many Servants but I don’t care about that. I want to spend as much time as possible with you; we have fun spending time together. Being with you is one of the things I look forward to in this weird second life.

Look, I’m not saying that I’m the best. If you decide to be with me, it’ll be the two of us until the end. No other people allowed. I’m going to protect you, even if you don’t need it. That’s what it means to care about someone, at least to me.

I think I know your answer. The ball is in your court. Let me know what you want to do and I’ll follow you the entire way.

Cu Chulainn

[yandere-romanticaa]

People are hungry for this man, oh my word. Take these humble crumbs, my little doves. Also fem reader because it's easier for me.

The soft glow of the moon cascaded down on the pair as the wind blew gently, soothing the raging heart in the girl's chest.

It was hard to focus when you were oh so aware of his stare. It was so easy to picture it - ruby red eyes, lost deep in thought as they skimmed all over your body, taking in absolutely every detail they possibly could... And yet, still somehow being able to be completely aware of the surroundings or any incoming attack. Every miniscule movement of the tiniest of bugs, any scarce leaf on the ground, all of it was easy for him to spot.

That was the power of a Servant, you figured. And your Lancer had many, many things going for him.

Being a participant in the Holy Grail War was never an ambition of yours. Your family had no real standing with the other mages as it was a relatively newly established group. You never even considered yourself a particularly impressive or strong mage, just good enough to survive.

And against all odds, the Holy Grail had picked you.

The bright red command seals on your hand were a painful reminder of your bloody predicament. Danger lurked in every corner and even if you tried to hide it, the quiver in your step was painfully obvious to your Lancer. To him, you were no better than an open book. In its own way, he found that endearing.

He took a shine to you almost immediately. While he would typically prefer a more outspoken and assertive Master, he couldn't help but to stir the fire which lay dormant deep inside you. You couldn't see the strength you possessed but that was alright. He could see it, smell it, almost taste it even. He wanted to push you into above and beyond, he wished to see you at your breaking point, only to rise from the ashes anew.

Such a delicious thought. His cute little Master, who didn't have a single clue of the plans he had for her.

Times like these, he really, really, loathed being a heroic spirit. Improper thoughts came to him like breathing, it was certainly no way for a Servant to admire their Master in such a manner but the man could not help himself.

You were far too delectable for your own good.

He was going to chain you, break you, show you just how much he cared for you in the most earnest way possible. He was going to present you with the Holy Grail and make you the true victor of this war.

He was going to make you even more beautiful than you could ever imagine.

[matchanne]

One comedic yet hypocritical take that (I think) the devs can do with Cú’s relationship with his wife is…he gets ironically jealous to a degree/possessive when Emer interacts with other guys in Chaldea.

Oh, it gets worse when that guy happens to be a certain Archer (you know who that is). THIS ONE IS A DECLARATION OF WAR.

[hopefulblazeexpert]

Robin Hood and Cù Chulainn on a date! This is a fill for this prompt from @nasuversekinkmeme

They’re going to drink beer, smoke, catch maybe 3 fish and have an excellent time together

[audreyscribes]

What are some special qualities that Celtic (Tuatha/Gaulish/Welsh/other religions that fall under such a banner) demigods would have opposed to their Greek/Roman counterparts?

Alright before I go and answer this, I wanna put a DISCLAIMER:  I am not of Celtic descent nor was I raised with Celtic influences or culture in my life. I am only an amateur enjoyer of celtic mythology that I have occasionally picked up and looked at over time. My answers are a reflection of my own knowledge and interpretation for this ask. This will not a representation of the culture or mythology. It will be a very personal opinion. 

Also for intents and purposes, I will be comparing contents and contexts of Celtic mythology against/with Greek/Roman mythology for examples and references. I will also be using the Celtics as the general group name for simplicity sake. I know there is differences according to each religion/aspects so I apologize in advance. I wanna say that this will be my own take on what fictionized Celtic demigods would be like because based on what I could find so far, Celtic demigods don’t really have anything like supernatural powers or anything….well if they’re really demigods; since a lot of Celtic/Welsh mythology was rewritten during the Christianity take over and the Celtic/Welsh deities became ‘mortals’ as kings, queens, or what you could say as Celtic demigods. For example, Cu Chulainn could be considered as a demigod of Lugh? But there is evidence that he is Lugh as an incarnation? That said, neither do any Greek demigods really nor were recorded to have inherent large powers either. So in terms of ‘special qualities’ may be have will be an inspired take or be theorized in the realm of like the PJO books where those demigods do inherent powers according to their godly parents’ domains, while taking in the culture, stories, and mythology from the source and adjusting accordingly. 

Celtic deities and their ‘domains’ aren’t as the same in context as say Greek gods. This is due to the culture and belief that the Celtics have in what was most important to them and how it was important for them. Moreover, the Celtic deities don’t appear as rigid in function as gods, compared to the Greeks and Romans. So in terms of powers and how it applies to the demigod is also different then Greek demigods. 

For example, a lot of deities had some connection or are part of warfare. Like Lugh and Teutates  are all what you could call as Gods of War, but despite Caesar and the Ancient Romans trying to codify them into their own mythology, they could not seamlessly replace them with Mars, unlike Ares. 

This is because Lugh is the god of Justice, War, Kingship, Craftsmen, skills, trade, and harvests; Teutates is the god of the tribe. Lugh is considered a king and it wasn’t unheard for them going out to war on the battlefield than to say ‘command’ most of the time, and Teutates and Lugh were warriors then soldiers, who were also ‘protector of the tribe’. 

So if you were to write a Celtic equivalent to a child of Ares or Athena or any war god, they would be warriors rather than soldiers, that instead of protecting a state or place, they would be protecting their people; therefore they’re more outwardly protective and fight for their beliefs and responsibility for those under their care. 

I think the Cetic demigods have more access to magic then the Greeks/Romans? It feels like the Greeks and Romans demigods don’t really access the magical capabilities unless they’re designated as magical classes, like the children of Hecate or like Medea who is specifically a witch or like Circe. 

I wouldn’t say the Celtic deities can pull of magical miracles out of nowhere, since we gotta give magical training where it's due. Maybe asking for blessings or protections more often than not? Then again, that can be just rituals that are specifically Celtic.

Otherwise, there’s not really much of a difference in terms of abilities? If they’re a demigod child of an attribute god (light, fire, water, etc) they could have the ability of using that attribute. You just have to portray the attributes in the Celtic’s perspective or any other religion/culture. 

Though there is the angle where the Celtic demigods are actually their godly parents as incantations as demonstrated in Cu Chulainn and him being Lugh? If that makes any sense. Like the demigods are both their own person but they are also their parent god at the same time that is both them and also separate? 

And there’s also the aspect of celtic demigods being embolden by their feats and reputations, and that adding to their power. Like unlike Greek gods and demigods having epithets based on aspects, Celtic demigods take their feats and epithets and become them. Like Cu Chullainn’s journey from being born as Setanna and becoming and solidifying himself as Cu Chullainn.

This is probably not the answer you’re looking for but my Celtic mythology knowledge is not that in depth so I can’t pick out the nuances too much.  I can’t really answer it well enough but I tried.

[finnlongman]

On nicknames.

[otaku-tactician]

im not joking btw im 100% serious. this is my most serious post ever

that was one challenge i never felt like i conquered when i used to write cu chulainn smut. i never felt like i was satisfied. even now i think 'would cu fuck like this'? i dont know maybe he should fuck me for science then i can find out

[11queensupreme11]

How would Cu Chulainn feel about pjo demigods?

cú chulainn seeing how pjo demigods live: damn, your lives suck ASS 🤮

no seriously LMAO 😭😭😭😭😭😭

a lot of the greek demigods (the modern ones especially) either come from broken homes, poor single-parents, abusive parents, or just straight up HOMELESS and stay in camp year-round, etc.

some don't even KNOW that their kids are demigods so they're completely clueless about that part of their life; they might get frustrated by their kids adhd and dyslexia, the fact that they keep getting kicked out of school, getting into legal trouble (the mist made it look like they attacked someone when it was actually a monster trying to kill them, etc). it honestly just seems so frustrating for those poor demigods to deal with, especially during wartimes so imagine being depressed cuz you have half-siblings that defected or you're afraid that u and ur loved ones might die in the war, and you got a clueless parent being all "why are you moping all the time? 🤨 get ur ass back in school and get those grades up!" 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

i haven't found much yet about cú chulainn's childhood in the myths and how he was raised before he.... you know, started terrorizing ppl, but his mother, deichtine, was a princess. he's the nephew of conchobar mac nessa, king of ulster. so he was part of the ROYAL family. and that's just the mortal side. then he drank lugh's blood (again, my fic only) and became a demigod, and lugh is a supreme god of the celtic pantheon and the leader of the tuatha dé danann. when cú chulainn got adopted and blessed by him, he became part of that royal family too.

not only that, but back in ancient times people knew the gods were real so they absolutely knew that cú chulainn was a demigod and treated him as such (even though he was crazy and sucked ass 💀). and then there's the pjo demigods, constantly treated like shit, sometimes even by their own mortal families. they're seen as criminals, liars, troubled kids, stupid kids, kids beyond help, disappointments, mentally disturbed, weirdos who see things that don't exist, etc.

pjo demigods are treated like shit from both sides too, from the mortal side AND the godly side. though the latter may depend on who their godly parents are, but if PERCY JACKSON, poseidon's most favorite child ever, is still being treated like a toy soldier by the gods then what sort of hope do the other kids have? 💀 percy is literally the one kid that is so purely loved by her godly parent and yet her life still sucks. poseidon's love isn't enough to protect her from a hero's fate; in fact, it's what DOOMED her 💔 because percy, like all greek demigods, are destined to live and die as heroes, a greek tragedy just like all the others before them 😭💔💔💔💔

those poor kids are tools for the gods. pjo gods cannot act freely, so they use their children to do things that they can't. cú chulainn NEVER has to worry about that. yes, he had a few gods meddle in his life (morrigan being one), but they definitely aren't as bad as the way the pjo gods meddle. there's no oppressive system in the ror verse that requires the gods to use demigods to do their bidding. cú chulainn was free to live his life as he wishes; he is not shackled the same way pjo demigods are and his gods aren't shackled the way pjo gods are either.

he didn't have to live his life being told "you're never gonna make it to adulthood because ur a demigod and we always die as a tragic hero because that's the fate we've been given 🤗", was never used as a toy soldier, he has freedom. no suicide quests, no prophecies, no divine intervention constantly uprooting his life for the worse, there were wars and battles, but those were mortal ones that he willingly joined, not godly ones that the gods made him fight in.

pjo demigods' lives just genuinely SUCK. they have tragedy in their veins that they can never remove and the way their world works is just so heavily built against them 💔

cú chulainn is going to be so very very VERY grateful that he was not born as a demigod in that universe 💀💀💀💀💀 he's gonna gently grab percy by the shoulders, give her a good shake, and tell her very seriously, "your life is miserable 😐 (marry me and i'll give you a better one 💖)"

also, seeing how they live would be an eye-opener because a lot of stuff about percy makes SOOOO much sense to him now. no wonder she seemed aghast as to why he lives so selfishly, why he chooses to fight in the apocalypse despite it meaning he'd fight for the destruction of humanity should he win.

percy grew up amongst demigods who lived tragic lives but died heroic fates, she even WITNESSED it herself. the idea of a demigod consciously choosing to destroy humanity and being fully aware of his actions is so unlike what she's used to. luke at least had a good and noble reason for his revolution and he killed himself in the end to stop kronos, ethan's betrayal was understandable and just and he tried to stop kronos and died for it, but cú chulainn lives selfishly without a care for other people's lives and she's not used to that from a demigod.

(omg i rambled too much but i cannot wait to write more about them ashahfvh bahsgdhb i'm loving the whole "hero vs warrior" thing between them too much sorry guys! 💖💖💖)

[scalefeathers]

Arcane Daemon AU:

Character: Sevika Dæmon’s name: Rustam / 'Rust' Dæmon’s form: Spotted hyena (Crocuta crocuta)

As a consequence of being so vertical (and so dangerous a place to live), Zaunite daemons tend to be nimble and agile, if only so they can keep up with their humans as they parkour across the rooftops. If your daemon can't do that, then when backed into a corner you've got no choice but to fight. A Zaunite with a daemon who can't fly, climb, or hide, therefore, is clearly not someone to be fucked with.

And with a bite force of over 1100 psi, spotted hyenas are one of the most not-to-be-fucked-with critters around. In fact, the only animal in their environment that's arguable even more not-to-be-fucked-with is the African lion, which makes it all the more tragic that Ambessa and Sevika never got to interact in season 2.

Hyenas are social animals, but compared to other animals that live in groups, their dynamics are more competitive than cooperative. Likewise, Sevika, though a team player rather than a lone wolf, generally prefers to assert her dominance rather than seek consensus.

Speaking of dominance, hyena clans are matriarchal, with females being larger and more dominant than males, which seems fitting for Sevika being the bossest-ass bitch in Zaun.

In fact, due to their larger size, aggressive behavior, and some unconventional sexual anatomy, female hyenas have often been mistaken for males, and the species in general has long been associated with hermaphroditism and gender deviance (as well as just deviance in general). And while she isn't exactly butch, cigar-chomping, hard-drinking, hard-brawling, whiskey-drinking, brothel-patronizing, Clint-Eastwood-ass poncho-wearing Sevika is (in my opinion) the most masc-coded female character in the show.

That said, Rust is a male hyena, which are less dominant than the females; and while she can (and eventually does) have the skills to be a leader, we see over and over that Sevika would rather follow a strong leader than have to be one herself: first with Vander, then with Silco. She only steps up into a leadership position in season 2 because there's literally no one else who wants the job.

Despite her serious demeanor, Sevika has bit of a wild streak, as displayed by her fondness for gambling and the savage joy with which she fights. If a person's daemon represents their true self, an expression of the parts of themselves they usually keep under wraps, then it makes sense to me that Sevika's daemon should be one associated with chaos, violence, and wild, hysterical laughter.

(That said, hyenas are not nearly as vicious or scary as their reputation might lead one to think, and I believe that's true of Sevika as well.)

Though the fur of wild hyenas is quite short and sparse, hyenas taken to live in colder climates do grow thicker coats. Since Zaun is a lot more temperate than the Serengeti, I decided Rust is likewise a bit of a fluffy boi.

Although their fur is normally short, spotted hyenas still sport their distinctive mohawk ridge along their spine, which seemed fitting considering Sevika's punk-rock glow-up in season 2.

Like Sevika, Rust also has some scars from the hextech explosion (although he was able to keep all his limbs). Also, like Sevika, his eyes glow whenever she injects Shimmer.

Although they resemble canines, hyenas are actually more closely related to cats than to dogs--and as it turns out, they're even more closely related to mongooses. Since I consider Sevika to be a pretty clear narrative foil for Vi (especially in season 1) you can imagine how this realization delighted me, since I had already decided long ago what Vi's daemon was.

Rust's name is also tied in with Vi's daemon, whose name is Setanta, i.e. the childhood name of Cu Chulainn, the Irish folk hero. Rustam, or Rostam, is the name of a Persian folk hero whose legend shares several features with Cu Chulainn's. Coincidence? Quite possibly! But I thought it was neat anyway. And I wanted to continue the trend I'd established of Zaunite daemons having names that could be shortened to one-syllable, thematically-appropriate words (Set, Rig, Sin, Rust).

[ecoustsaintmein]

ghosts (part v of v) - or is it?????

part i here

part ii here

part iii here

part iv here

writing playlist here

pairing: paddy x eoin; eric love (starred up) x killian (angel)

rating: E. slow burn.

this was the first time they'd had this conversation as eric and killian. but it was as if they'd had this conversation, many years ago, many times before.

(or, paddy mayne and eoin mcgonigal, reincarnated as eric love from 'starred up' and killian from 'angel'. they meet again, during the heights of the pandemic -- but they don't remember - until much, much, much later).

--

the buzz, the ache, the heaviness in his head is gone. he feels lighter. it's as if paddy has loosened his grip on eric, but there's still that faint humming; a warning that he musn't fuck this up. or else.

or else what?

he's got free rein of his destiny, now. his limbs are his own. his voice is his own. his thoughts of killian--

they're also his own.

but what does that make him now?

--

in this light, he watches killian sleep next to him. peaceful.

a fragment of paddy's memory does flash in eric's mind then. of paddy seeing eoin's body, partially buried in that makeshift grave. eyes shut. unmoving. pale.

cold.

dead.

eric shakes his head to clear his thoughts. focuses on killian, who is there, instead of eoin, who is not there.

killian, who is warm and alive and open and trusting and sensitive and soft and yet -- he could be hard and unyielding and sharp and cutting when he needs to be.

eric shifts on the bed, snuggles closer to killian. comforted by the rise and fall of killian's breathing. he's alive, eric thinks. and he's here.

this is killian's bed. cu chulainn's bed. the bed that he's always seen in those videos, from many months before. he doesn't have the guts to tell killian that he knows. the secret shames him, but it also excites him.

eric doesn't want to leave, because then the fantasy will be over. what will happen to them now?

he reaches over and runs his fingertips over the palm of killian's hand. killian stirs, turns his head around and opens one eye into a slit. squints sleepily at eric. he closes his eyes again, but his lips curve into a soft, lazy smile. tightens his fingers around eric's, the way eoin's never did, in that last moments in the desert.

eric doesn't want to let go.

hot tears form in his eyes despite his herculean efforts, of willing himself to blink them away.

--

fuck, he thinks. we've really, really made it worse.

--

'eric?'

'kill?'

'we have to wake up.'

'mm. five more minutes.'

eric could hear killian snickering, his fingers stroking eric's hair. he couldn't see killian from this angle, but he knows killian's close. he could feel the heat of killian's body behind him, pressed against his back. killian's just gotten out of the shower. eric knows this, because he smells of that fresh fancy shower gel that always makes eric go nuts. pavlovian, almost, the way it makes him yearn. the way his body snaps to attention when he's aware that killian is near. killian smells good. always has.

against his better judgment, he takes a sharp, deep breath and turns his head into killian's chest. breathes him in deeper. the scent of him in his lungs. he wishes he could trap it there forever. if that's the last thing he'll ever do. 

'it's been five minutes ten minutes ago,' killian complains. eric could feel the throaty rumble of killian's voice against his cheeks; imagines his pout.

he wants to kiss it away.

eric sighs into killian's shirt; an old tattered football kit from an irish division two club he's never heard of. 'time is relative,' eric mumbles. the grip on his hair slightly tightens, and eric feels the blood rushing straight to his dick.

'ha,' is killian's only reply. fingernails grazing his scalp, gentle, then a sudden jerk of his hair. not painful-- just enough to make eric gasp. how is killian so normal about all of this? he wonders.

the tears threaten to spill again. eric couldn't let killian see. he gulps, eyes tightening shut, rubbing his face against killian's shirt desperately. the tell-tale signs of an ugly sob coming on -- the heaviness in his belly, getting pulled up, up, up into his chest and into his throat. this isn't like when he's nearly died and neville saved him. this is something completely different, and yet he feels so vulnerable and he hates the way it makes him feel, the way that killian has his life in his hands and yet eric trusts that killian will be kind to him. because he's never trusted anyone, not like this, not ever.

'i don't want to get out of bed,' eric whispers, guttural. meaning: i don't want to have to leave you.

killian holds him closer, presses a soft kiss on the crown of his head. eric looks up, then, red eyes brimmed with tears and killian brushes them away. he kisses eric's forehead, then: the tip of eric's nose. each eyelid. the bottom of his chin. catches eric's bottom lip with his own, coaxes him into another deep, lingering kiss. eric sits up then, straddling killian's lap.

killian carrying his weight.

killian swallowing every sob, every hiccup.

they stay like this until killian's legs go numb and they have to change positions so that killian could straighten his legs again, eric sitting in between them.

they pull apart, reluctantly, then:

'there is a fragrance in your kiss that i have not found yet in the kisses of women or the honey of their bodies,'

killian begins, suddenly, out of the blue. 

'lad of the grey eyes that flush in thy cheek would be white with dread of me could you read my secrets.'

he recites this to himself, to eric, to nobody at all. eric listens, and he wonders -- is killian talking about himself, when he talks about secrets?

about cu chulainn?

is he scared of eric finding out, what eric would think of him?

--

what will happen to us now? eric asks.

i don't know, killian says. but we can take it slow. we can figure it out. i'm not going to leave you.

i don't plan on leaving, eric concurs.

then we can work it out together, killian grins, like there's no care in the world.

won't we?

--

eric's seen that q&a video where killian has replied to one of the subscribers, who's asked if killian's seeing someone. his brain shortcircuited the moment killian opened his mouth, because that response was killian and not cu chulainn, with that thick cork accent, not a hint of him even trying to hide it.

the chat blew up then, but killian had ignored the comments about his sudden accent switch. it was as if killian purposely answered that specific question as himself, and not cu chulainn the performer.

eric's gotten riled up watching it, because, fuck. who is this boy that killian's talking about, the one who was so near and yet so far? surely not eric. surely not him. the video was posted just after he'd bumped into that kcl posho matt, who killian said he's not seen in ages. could it have been matt instead?

eric wanted answers, and he immediately thought:

'do I dare disturb the universe? in a minute there is time for decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.'

eric's always been impulsive. but he also didn't want to give himself away. in the separate dm chat with cu chulainn, which he'd stubbornly ignored since killian sent him the voice notes with the poems that sliced through him, he feverishly typed:

'i hate and I love. why I do this, perhaps you ask. i know not, but i feel it happening and i am tortured.'

he'd shut his laptop, then. pushed it away. thought nothing more of it. he's getting good at being cryptic, the way paddy had been.

but then that afternoon killian had asked if they should fuck.

cryptic, my arse, he thought.

--

eighteen hours later, they did fuck.

fuck all good did it do them.

--

i hate and i love, he thinks. i am tortured, he thinks.

but now, he's here. they're in the shower together and killian's lathering shampoo on his hair and eric's scrubbing the lime shower gel on killian's skin and he's never felt more content.

they're able to touch each other without thinking about shagging all the time, now, which -- okay, so that part's been fucked out of their system. but this is a different kind of intimacy that eric's never shared with anyone.

in some ways it's made things worse, because what are they now?

i hate and i love, he thinks. i am tortured, he thinks.

--

killian's still texting matt, sometimes. he tells this to eric straight, and eric doesn't tell him, no, 'you can't see him.' but he still wonders, who is matt to killian?

who am i?

he looks around killian's flat. eric's parka is hanging there, at the corner of the room. his jeans in killian's laundry basket. eric's come to killian's flat once and found him darning the holes in eric's socks. he still doesn't know where killian keeps his cu chulainn paraphernalia, and eric doesn't want to snoop.

he returns to his own flat and there is killian's guitar, lying on the sofa. killian's books strewn on the floor. his st christopher's medal, on eric's bedside table.

eric smells like killian's soap bar.

killian's wearing eric's baggy shirt.

they walk to work in the mornings, like nothing else has changed.

--

christmas is a muted affair.

turns out killian's a lapsed catholic and he doesn't go to church let alone observe mass. mrs sinha ends up making a very non-traditional christmas feast (chicken ruby, black daal, chicken biryani) and eric thinks, fuck christmas and turkey and minced pies and potatoes, this is the actual good shit right here.

killian's still waxing lyrical about the different kinds of potatoes in ireland, though, and how the english ones are shite. so mrs sinha allows him to make his special roasted potatoes which actually goes well with the chicken ruby sauce.

khushi whispers to killian that she's confessed to the girl she's got a crush on, sabrina, and that they're now officially together. eric asks, does your mum know?

yeah, khushi says, when mrs sinha is bringing food out of the kitchen and killian helps her out. she's completely ok with it, she says. apparently both khushi and mrs sinha are fans of 'love actually' and got the idea of khushi learning the guitar to impress sabrina, by christmas, from that film. eric stares at mrs sinha then, thinking, i wish i had a mum like her. i wish that i had been as free as khushi. things would have been easier.

then eric stares at killian, thinking, i've got nothing to impress you with.

--

they exchange gifts.

mrs sinha and khushi got an indian cookbook for killian, and a new fjallraven kanken backpack for eric to replace the manky, tattered old jansport one that he's got currently.

killian, eric and mrs sinha saved up to buy khushi a new guitar instead of a second-hand one that she's been using, and a drumkit. she's chuffed, beyond the moon.

killian says to eric, i've got something for you, but it's not here.

eric says, me too.

i've got vouchers for a trip to belfast, killian says. he doesn't want to plan anything, he says, lest eric doesn't want to go, for whatever reason. killian tells eric that he does want to go -- to bury the ghosts of paddy and eoin once and for all.

this is the first time they've spoken openly about the dead souls that had been haunting them, since they fucked.

they've not fucked since, but it doesn't mean that eric doesn't want to. and he knows killian knows this too.

eric could sense paddy, just floating, simmering underneath his skin. curious as to how eric's going to play this out. as if saying, 'the choice is all yours, sweetpea. it's up to you now.'

eric bites the bullet and says yes.

yes, he says. i'll come with you. 

--

killian's first reaction when he sees his christmas gift for the first time is one of absolute joy. then disbelief. a twinge of horror, perhaps, from the way he looks at it and then back up at eric and back at it.

eric's stomach does drop, then, blood leaving his face and rushes to his feet. absolute fear that killian's really, really seen through him now. knows who he is.

what he's done.

withers yips.

and yips. 

and yips. 

killian picks up the dog and coos at it, hugging it close to his chest and scratches its head. 'withers,' he says, and blinks at eric. withers yips again, then makes a sad noise when killian stops stroking him. eric's never seen killian cry, but there are proper tears running down his cheeks, now.

'merry christmas?' eric asks, uncertain. he tries to be glib about it all, but he thinks he's failing thoroughly. like when he had to give a presentation during mrs thompson's english class and everyone was laughing at him. 

but killian's not laughing at him now. 

'how did you know?' killian mouths silently.

eric shrugs. pretends he hasn't seen that video where killian's literally said he wanted a dog and has a fondness for strays.

fervently hopes killian doesn't find out about who user @/blaire_e is. and eric thinks:

'lad of the grey eyes that flush in thy cheek would be white with dread of me could you read my secrets.'

it's not just you, killian, who has secrets.

--

later, eric says: 'kill, i've got something to tell you.'

'hmm?'

but the words are stuck in his throat.

he wants to say, i'm blair, i've always known who you were, this was how i knew about you wanting a dog and your deepest, darkest desires.

but he's a coward.

instead, he says:

'maybe the reason why they didn't get together was so that we could. maybe the reason why we're here is to give them closure. maybe it's not just them that needs it but also us,' all in one breath. 

killian looks at him. really looks at him. as if to say, 'i see you. i know you. if only you'll let me hold up a mirror to you so you can see yourself too.'

they are sticky and filthy from come and sweat but eric doesn't care. they'd promised to each other that they won't fuck again until they've properly figured this out, having established that their decisions are no longer being driven by paddy and eoin.

but then they picked up withers from battersea and something definitely shifted in the air between them, after.

eric's headed straight for the showers without a word.

he scrubbed at his skin, washed his hair, lathered himself with soap and water – letting the hot water spray all over him, draining his sins away.

he closed his eyes, before sliding down against the shower wall and sat down in his shower cubicle while the shower spray was still on. he pulled his knees up to his chest, and shuddered at the thought of being shunned if killian were to find out how long he'd known about cu chulainn.

his dick still twitched at the thought of killian -- not of killian as eoin, or killian as cu chulainn. but killian as killian. he lowered his hand to his groin, wrapping his hand around it, before stroking in earnest. he hadn't even realized that killian's knocked on the bathroom door.

'eric?'

he'd thought about straightening up, about stopping – but he’d been too far gone. eric let out a moan as the pressure on his cock intensified, as he increased the speed at which his hand was moving.

'you alright in there?'

killian's voice hadn't helped at all. not good. eric bit his lips to cover his groans, but then he decided, what's even the fucking point. he shut his eyes tightly, rivulets of water trickling over his stiff cock. head hung low as he fucked his own fists. his groans became louder. obscene.

killian yanked the shower curtains open just in time as eric began to come. killian didn't even budge, or had the sense to be surprised. instead, he just stood there, hand gripping the wet shower curtains. 'withers's asleep now,' he'd said expressionlessly. as if eric hadn't just came in front of him, hissing killian's name on eric's lips.

killian tilted his head, lips pursed. 'does it feel good, eric?' 

eric moved his hand away from his limp cock. lifted up his face, to look at killian. cheeks burning from the heat of the shower, but not the shame building inside of him. 'it felt amazing, yeh,' he replied. nonchalant. 

a beat, then --

'right on then,' killian said, stripping down and joining him under the shower. 'kill—,' eric warned, before killian leaned down and kissed him, ardently, as if saying, i know. i know. i know who you are.

but eric hadn't dared ask the question. so he let killian manhandle him inside the crowded shower stall. he could feel killian hardening against his thighs. his own cock began to stiffen. he lets himself be kissed again and again.

the slippery floor really didn’t make them great friends with gravity. in their struggle to put their hands on each other, eric managed to lose his footing and stumbled on his arse, pulling killian on top of him in the process.

killian laughed, hard, then. it echoed through the tiles of the bathroom, ringing sweetly in eric's ears. 'i just wanted to have a shower with you. of course you had to try to kill us both in the process,' he said, with a cheeky fucking grin, and reached down to pump them both together. 'you're such hard work,' he said, but there was no malice in his words. 'i never know what to make of ya, eric love.'

'keeps it interesting, innit? life can't be straightforward all the time, yeah?' eric managed to say breathlessly -- as he thrusted harder into killian's hand.

'you keep doing my head in,' killian huffed. 'how did you even know that i wanted a dug for christmas? surely paddy's ghost didn't tell you that?'

eric couldn't help but let out a grunt as he arched his hip forward, craving more of killian's touch. ignored the jab, the pointed question about the dog. 'i'm doing your head in? you're the one doing my head in,' he burst out, as killian continued to torment him with the way that he was using his hands. 'from the moment you turned up with that awful accent and that hair, yeah?' eric began, to which killian tutted, 'ah, but you adore my accent.' eric chuckled, and groaned at the same time, before resuming his rant:

'and you just swanned in quoting wilfred fucking owen, and getting me to do shite i've never done in my life before,' eric said, as killian watched his filthy mouth whine about all the allegedly terrible things killian's made him do. he increased his speed, moving faster, harder, and eric thought he could see stars, the way that killian's flicking his wrist, the friction, the pressure, the thought that they were going to come together. 'do this, he grunted, as killian panted against his mouth, hand frantic. thumb against the slit of eric's cock. 'go there,' eric hissed. 'try this indian food. watch this fucking boring black and white movie from the 1940s. don't fall in love with ya though i'm completely hung up on ya'.

killian's gazed up sharply, into eric's eyes, then.

there was only silence. there was only their breathing, heavy, against each other's skin.

they came, and they came hard. together.

killian wiped his hand on the towel next to him. he looked down at eric, gentle, fond. a drop of water from killian's wet curls fell onto eric's bottom lip, and he licked it away. their gazes never left each other. eric watched the way killian watched him, and his heart raced faster, as if it could leap out of his ribcage at any minute, the way it fluttered frantically against his chest. 

'i've done all those things you said i did, and i don't regret them one bit,' killian said, placing a hand on eric's heart. 'but i've never told you not to fall in love me.'

--

killian says, i've seen a hanging. and then, he says, i've tried to kill someone.

eric says, i've tried to kill people. and then, he says, people's tried to hang me.

killian kneels by him, fingertips tracing eric's throat, the bump of his adam's apple. as if tracing where the ropes would have marked eric.

never again, killian says.

never again, eric concurs.

--

he opens his dm and finds another voice note from cu chulainn, as a reply to his 'i hate and i love' message.

this time, killian's reads it fully in his native, irish accent, instead of an english one:

'in scenery i like flat country. in life i don’t like much to happen. in personalities i like mild colourless people. and in colours I prefer grey and brown.

my wife, a vivid girl from the mountains, says, “then why did you choose me?”

mildly I lower my brown eyes— there are so many things admirable people do not understand.'

eric plays it again, and again, again. just to hear the rolls of killian's 'r's and the fullness of his vowels.

tries to ignore what killian's trying to say. and why killian's read it as killian and not cu chulainn.

because, surely not. 

surely not. 

--

the last thing eric would have suspected from killian is another cu chulainn video, posted two nights later.

someone's asked him to complete a challenge, to shoot a video in a new place, out of his usual room setup. eric knows that the intention behind the challenge was for cu chulainn to do a solo video somewhere public, like in a park, or in a car -- somewhere that is not killian's bedroom. something outrageously kinky.

eric thinks, this could be interesting. until he realizes where killian is, in the video. and what he's doing.

eric lets out a loud, 'fuck.'

'i'm here,' video-killian says, though eric still can't see his face. but he recognizes the spartanness of the flat. it's eric's place.

it's eric's fucking living room.

it's where they'd fucked at least twice, on that sofa that killian's sitting on. some of the come stains are probably still visible, even through the grainy pixels.

'it's still indoors, but i'll tell you why i chose this place.' killian''s speaking with his normal irish accent, instead of an english accent.

eric panics. when did killian record the video? was it when eric had gone out with withers, for a walk around tooting? and then he'd come home and killian had made dinner?

'i chose this place because this person means something to me. i spend a lot of time here. i can truly be myself, here. with him. i never told him how i felt, because i couldn't. but i think -- sometimes -- he can tell what i'm thinking, what i'm feeling. even if we don't have the words for it.'

killian's stripped down and touched himself. 'for the past few months, when i'm doing these videos, i've been thinking of him. so, la reine d'algerie,' he sighs, 'you're right. i've sort of been seeing someone. good spot,' he chuckles, but there was no humour there -- only a sense of burden and guilt and conflict. bittersweet. 'but i think you've always known that it's going to happen, don't you, eve?'

eric watches in horror. this is not cu chulainn. this is purely, and openly, and honestly, killian. what remains of the last vestiges of his anonymity is the headless shot of the camera. 'i think i love him. i think i'm in love with him--,'

eric shuts his laptop and throws it on the floor.

--

an interlude:

two weeks before christmas, 1955, paddy's gone fishing on a boat in a lake; the same lake where he used to fish and talk to eoin's ghost when the screams and the shouts get too loud and he needs to run away.

eoin's here, saying: this is the last time we'll meet like this.

paddy's fallen silent. 'is it time?'

'it's about time,' eoin nods.

'when?'

'i can't tell you exactly when,' eoin says, 'but soon.'

'will we meet again, d'you think?' paddy asks. he doesn't look at eoin, when he says this. he stares at the far, far horizon. far into the future. a future he doesn't understand.

'one day,' eoin says. 'we will meet again. i won't be me and you won't be you, but we will meet again. it will hurt. it will feel lonely. we won't remember each other, but we will find a way.'

it's probably for the best, paddy thinks. he doesn't want to live in a world where there's war in his own backyard and he's going to be helpless about it. with his aching, creaking body and his drunk, demented mind. he's no longer the paddy mayne of ten years ago. this thought sits with him for a moment, before he looks to his right.

and eoin's gone.

let the young 'uns build their own world, he thinks.

that same world to which he will return.

and he will find eoin.

--

paddy returns to his fishing.

then he'll drive to bangor.

and then he'll drive back to newtownards.

then, who knows?

--

--

killian's been wondering about eric since the trip to battersea, since the day they picked up withers from the compound.

he's had his suspicions since the poems that blair has been sending via his dms. the things he's saying. he could hear it in eric's speaking voice. he's not an eejit. he's not blind.

but they're both cowards. this, killian will admit.

if eric is blair, how long has he known?

killian's sent that last poem to blair, because it's what he feels about eric. no holds barred. then eric's gone and said something about falling for him and then trying to pretend that he hasn't said it and it is really, truly, doing killian's head in.

he knows that blair will watch that last video. it was meant to be 'challenge' for cu chulainn, to record a video somewhere new and different, but it's killian who is throwing the gauntlet to blair.

to eric.

the ball's in eric's court now.

if they are the same person.

--

eric unsubscribes to cu chulainn straight away. deletes his internet history. wipes it clean. he's still in the middle of doing this, when killian (who else???) comes knocking at his door, with withers on a leash, asking if he wants to come dog-walking.

it's in the middle of the night, and it's freezing as hell. but withers needs to poop, killian says, batting his eyelash at eric. he could do with a walk.

eric fully understands killian-speak, now. what he means is: we need to talk.

away from here.

away from where we'd fucked like animals in wild abandon. find somewhere neutral.

eric looks back at the laptop on his table. killian could see the way eric's gaze shift from killian to the laptop, and eric notices how killian's clenching his jaw. killian rarely clenches his jaw, or looks even mildly pissed off. there is an irritability there that eric's never seen before. it's like a ticking time-bomb. it's obvious.

it's obvious that killian knows.

and eric's tired of running away. of hiding.

--

underneath his skin, paddy is laughing his arse off, the cheeky bugger.'

and then, a voice in his head, saying: 'you've got this, boyo.' 

--

down the streets of tooting broadway, in the middle of january, killian asks: 'how long have you known?' 

'since we started speaking to each other. even before we became -- friends,' eric chokes. 'are you angry at me?'

'no. i'm just-- why didn't you say anything?'

'what was i meant to say? hi, i'm blair and i've been wanking over your videos?' eric asks, voice rising to a fever pitch. 'your videos were fab, by the way.'

killian rolls his eyes. gives eric a side-eye and nudges their knees together. eric's gaze falls on their hands, cold, in the bleak midwinter. he reaches over and takes killian's hand, the one not holding withers' leash, and holds it in his. firm.

it's the first time he's ever done this in public.

there's a first for everything.

'when did you know i was blair?' eric asks.

killian takes a deep breath. 'i've suspected for a while, but getting withers was a dead giveaway. between that and the fucking poems, brother, you're not exactly subtle,' he winks.

eric shakes his head, thinking, yeah. he's never been subtle. 'vivid girl from the mountains,' he thinks. it's him. killian's been talking about him, all this while, he realizes. the feeling is odd but not wholly unwelcome. he's still unsure, but the only certainty he has is that killian's here and he's holding his hand. the only way he knows this is real is when he moves his hand, so that he could interlink their fingers together. and killian lets him. killian grips their hands tighter, two hands, joined up in a fist. shaped like a heart.

he's surprised at how easy it is for them to talk like this. he's expected it to be harder, to be more confrontational. after all the stop-starts. but then, he thinks, without those stop-starts, they wouldn't be here right now, walking around tooting with a wee dog, without the need to bite each other's heads off.

he's surprised that he's not angry. he's surprised that he hasn't felt the urge to thump someone.

killian's wearing a beanie that hides his curls, to keep his ears warm. eric's got his parka hood up. eric thinks, i want to be the one to pull that beanie off when you get home and fluff up your hair again, when your curls get flattened.

'did you mean what you've said?' eric asks. his voice tiny, shrill, like a scared little boy.

'i've said many things, eric. what did i say?'

'about -- being in love -- with me.'

killian pauses in his steps, then looks at eric. really, really looks at him. 'well. first of all. did you mean what you've said? about falling for me?'

eric blushes. he hates this feeling of being seen and being known, gaze lowered to the ground. 'hey, eric. look at me,' killian says. 'i've been where you were. i was scared too. i've never fallen in love, but i know how it feels to want something you think you could never have. because it's been drilled into you that it's wrong. but then i met you, and for the first time i got really, really scared. because this is different. this is not just a want or a need, or an urge,' he says, and eric thinks he could see tears in killian's eyes. 'this is real. you're my friend. i enjoy being around you. fucking and kissing and everything else besides. i don't want to ruin it. but i don't want to keep going on in circles.'

'how could someone like you want to spend time with someone like me? i've got nothing apart from a long list of charges and a prison record.'

'you keep selling yourself short, eric. i don't fucking care about your charges or you being in prison. and for fuck's sake if you bring up paddy or eoin i will thump you first myself.'

eric laughs.

then, killian says:

'i love you, eric love. there. i've said it. i love you.'

--

eric remembers the conversation he's had with ashley, a few weeks ago:

'there ain't no such thing as a soulmate. there's no one who will give you everything. it won't fucking happen,' ashley had said. 'so you get anything you can get. a fuck here, and there. and if you're lucky, you find someone who can give you a fuck and be a good friend. but if you're really lucky, you get someone who can give you more than just a good fuck or being just a good friend. those things don't come by easy. so take the chance when you can get them. or you'll just end up like me. or neville. alone. lonely.'

is this why eric's always been alone and lonely, then?

but eric's always liked being alone – to have his own space, his own privacy. before he met killian, he's unfussed with the idea of coming back to the flat with the empty fridge and the plastic chairs and the pot noodles leftovers from yesterday. even if it also serves as a reminder of his own loneliness.

but since killian, even the lumpy sofa is cosy, even the hard mattress that's unslept in feels comfortable. even the neighbour’s car alarm wailing from three streets away that stops him from staying asleep won't want to make him kick the wall and hurl something out of the window. even the pigeons disturbing his laundry hanging out to dry on the balcony seem...cute.

everything feels bearable.

everything feels easier.

--

'i love you, killian.'

--

--

years later --

the world will probably end soon, but killian and eric will stay together for as long as they can.

they make plans to go to belfast, to dublin. revisit the ghosts of their past. they'll go to galashiels and arran, on the train, hours and hours of just looking out the window and having good craic.

killian's studying to be a mental health nurse. eric's become an experienced youth worker and he gets something out of his job. the bbc interviewed him one time about the rise of knife crimes. oliver facetimes him from canada after watching it and said 'i can't believe this was the same man who had the prison officers balls in his mouth ten years ago.' eric cackles, and from behind he could also hear killian wheezing with laughter in the background. 'yeh I've got someone else's balls in my mouth now don't I?' eric says to oliver, winking suggestively. 

killian throws a piece of crumpled paper at eric's head then. 'hello killian!' oliver says, through the screen. killian waves at oliver. 'hiya!' he says, beaming. flour on his cheeks and hair and nose. eric tells oliver, 'kill's making sausage rolls. it's better than greggs.'

it's the truth.

--

they can't go to egypt for various reasons; the first being financial and the second being eric having problems getting a visa because of his criminal past. which is all fine, really.

which is how they find themselves on a boat, in a lake, fishing. like paddy and eoin used to do.

paddy and eoin are still there, sometimes, but they don't do anything apart from enjoying the ride. this is killian and eric's story. not theirs.

--

some nights he lets him explore his body, tracing every outline, every ridge and curve, with his fingers, with his lips, with his tongue. some nights he lets him do the same to himself – and some nights, they do it to each other. there has never been a rule about who should be in control, although most nights it is him who surrenders everything, when he's so tired of being in control all the time, and he needs to let go, and he needs him to take the reins. there has never been a rule about how often they should fuck, or make love, or make out – but they have always been comfortable even without that kind of intimacy, because they've understood from day one that their relationship means more than that.

--

cu chulainn makes a final video to say that he's with someone, for real, now. it's been a trip, he says to his subscribers. eric's joined too, but only in the background. a speaking voice. tangible evidence that cu chulainn is indeed, with someone.

user @/la_reine_d_algerie types, 'i'm so pleased for the both of you. i'm glad you found yourselves. i hope you stay together, for the rest of your lives.'

eric who has never been in one of these videos before, says, 'that is the intention.' he pauses, then adds, 'and after that, who knows?'

--

and after that, who knows?

maybe one of them will die before the other. maybe they will live for another five, ten, fifty years.

maybe there will be another war in their lifetimes.

but for now, they are here. in this moment. together. no longer hiding. no longer afraid.

paddy and eoin still linger, paddy and eoin still live on --

but it's eric and killian who will write their own histories.

no longer haunted by the ghosts of their pasts.

--

hold hard then, heart. this way at least you live.

--

.end

[finnlongman]

HELP

I swear this was going to be just a quick sketch but... oh well... anyways read a moment's silence just fucking read it my god

[yandere-romanticaa]

Well, since you're asking 😏. I've seen a couple of Lancers (Cù Chulainn) posts on your page, and I would like to ask how you would view him as a yandere.

The epitome of "if you want something, you go get it". This man is not shy nor is he subtle about his feelings and frankly, he has no reason to be. He knows he's strong, he knows he has the looks and the brains and if you even try to get all cute with him by saying that he doesn't possess those qualities, he will lovingly! bully you into the afterlife.

I see him falling for someone who is a fighter, someone who will pose a challenge for him. He doesn't like people who are passive, I don't think you even need to necessarily be a good fighter. Show him your drive, your ambition, Cu Chulainn wants to see what makes you tick. He wants to find that and play with it, he wants to push your buttons to the extreme and then some. He can't help himself, not when you make all those cute little faces at him.

As a yandere, I don't see him as a very intense one. While he is 100% capable of getting his hands dirty - and will gladly do so if it meant to keep you safe - he would act relatively normal around you. Cu Chulainn is mostly a threat to those around him but not you. He likes to keep the air light-hearted and carefree, to listen to you laugh or bicker with him truly is the highlight of his day.

If I had to rate him on a scale, I'd give him a cool 6.5/10. He wouldn't be nearly as intense as some other servants as his own devil may care attitude prevents him from stepping into some truly gruesome territory. Again, he isn't necessarily above it, but sometimes it really is easier to talk things out.

[has-gilgamesh-doneanythingwrong]

nsfw headcannons with Cu~? (≧∀≦) hope you have a wonderful day~!

Hi anon, thanks; you too!!! Well, as my queue is permanently closed, I'm not really taking requests anymore... But I guess I can share a few general NSFW Cu headcanons. Some headcanons I have may be more popular than others, but I hope they will be enjoyable to read regardless. I've kept all situations with a partner gender-neutral as well!

Hope you enjoy... These will be tagged as 'lemon fanfic' and there won't be any explicit content however it will likely be 18+.

Warning: depictions of a sexual nature and mentions of kinks/ possible bedroom interactions, temperature play, outdoor sex, oral...

As you haven't specified a Cu, I will write for all four!!! (in my personal belief Proto is 18+ so he'll be included as well. These may be long...)

Fate Series Cu Chulainn (Proto, Lancer, Caster, Alter)-General NSFW Headcanons

Proto Cu

As a Cu that seems even more intent on proving his worth than the others, I headcanon that he would possibly the type to go way out of his way to impact his partner as much as possible during sex. Like the kind of guy that will pull out as many stops as possible to make them melt beneath his touch (but then gets extremely carried away at some point, losing himself to the moment).

He does seem like the kind of guy to really indulge in the touch and sensations of his partner, however Proto Cu does also strike me as being pretty insecure sometimes as well. So sometimes he may try to play it cool at first, or may prefer sex with clothes on (until he gets really into it).

He's also depicted as a bit wilder and more unrestrained than the other Cu, and has a very restless vibe in my personal opinion. So I can imagine him getting a bit wild in the bedroom; via biting, pouncing etc. I bet he'd likely be the guy to pull out the claws, as well as feel great pleasure from having his partner's hands digging into his skin.

He'd likely enjoy as much simulation as possible, so would love if his partner touches him openly as well. He would want to feel them too, and would relish in them openly exploring his body. Let him know just how much you desire him.

On the reverse, this means planned foreplay will likely unravel very quickly- because Proto would likely get extremely hot under the collar, and lose track of himself. I guess this means that it could get a bit rough, but then in the myths they say he is a lover that knows how to attend to their partners' needs, so it may not get too intense.

He's cocky as hell, that's for certain. Just like on the battlefield, he most likely has trained in the arts of sex as well. If you praise him, he'll likely eat your adulation RIGHT UP and then push himself to please you even more, yearning for even more of your adoring words.

Despite this, as he's shown to warm up extremely quickly to the master in his 'my room' lines, and can be really affectionate; I believe he may also be a massive softie as well. I think he also has the potential to be a huge romantic in terms of NSFW, and would definitely enjoy a tender time together as well!!

Though as he's Proto, he may be a bit shy with the tender words at first; but seeing as he's the guy who still holds on dearly to his Gae Bolg replica from Prototype, as well as still speaking very fondly of his time in the Land of Shadows with Scathach- you bet that this guy's heart would likely be bursting with a lot of feelings.

As for kinks, I am unsure- this guy seems really open to many things. But as he also enjoys the thrill of battle, I have a feeling he'd get really excited from some combat-style stuff. I think he may be a lil bit freaky.

Kinks that can evoke a thrill, that makes his veins thrum with adrenaline-setting him off with deep desire. I think he loves that kind of simulation.

I once read a post that details Proto as the kind of guy who'd cook a nice breakfast after a passionate one-night stand, and I can also imagine that happening. I can also imagine there would be space for joy and laughter as well as some occasional random moments, so he'd be pretty fun overall!

Lancer Cu

Overall, I'd say he is pretty similar to Proto. But the major difference here is that Lancer gives the impression of being way more comfortable in his own skin than Proto is. He knows how fucking hot he is, and has the pride and ability to work a room (though he can also be extremely crude as well).

Lancer is proud of who he is, and isn't afraid to show it- so he'd be totally up for showing off to the utmost.

His flirting game would be a powerful entrée to set the mood. Be prepared for flirts that range from cute, affectionate and pretty complimentary of your skills and positive traits- to downright horny and even extremely blatant (he may be smooth, but personally I feel like Lancer sometimes also gets extremely carried away).

However, I believe that Lancer is a serious romantic. It seems to bring him great pleasure to commit Acts of Service by doing as much as possible for those he cares for, like a 'big brother' type.

I guess in a NSFW setting this means he'll attend to your needs and make you feel safe and comfy during some very attentive sex??

He may also be very easy to wrap around your fingers as well. He may very well bend his knees to your words of praise, desperately grasping for more.

Tell him just how good he feels, what you think about him... it'll give him a real boost, and maybe make him blush too. As the type who loves putting on a show- and who loves it even more when his heroic acts are admired and adored- admiring touches and words will have him whipped like an errant knight serving their lord.

On the other hand, he also loves a challenge; so may not be entirely adverse to being ordered around a little- especially if the demands are hot!

This one is probably also open to a lot of different kinds of sex and kinks, so there's a lot of options to play around with (ranging from tame to hardcore).

Lancer doesn't seem that judgmental when it comes to sexual desire, and whether a partner is experienced or a shy newbie, he'll be happy to take the reins- or let you pull him a little by the collar- if you dare to handle him, of course.

That doesn't mean he isn't intense though. Lancer is also very emotional, and will very likely fully invest himself into the moment. In a sentimental sense, that likely means he will bless you with praise and compliments, as well as endowing you with beautiful terms of endearment in his native language.

In a horny sense though... watch out. You may be at it all night, in all sorts of ways. If things are feeling good, then he'll indulge in the moment with you for as long as possible.

If things get a little heated, or even competitive- such as fighting for dominance, or really going at one another- then he'll battle back with his utmost. If you want to render him to paste beneath your luxurious touch, Lancer will make you work for it. He likes the competition.

Lancer will remember exactly what turns you on, and is a very perceptive warrior; so though he may not always read the finer details, he'll be able to gauge how you're feeling or know exactly where to set you off- so be prepared for one heck of an experience.

"Do heroes give head?!" The debate continues. Sure, I bet he'd enjoy receiving some oral, tightly weaving his hands around the easiest part of his partner that he can access.

However, in my opinion- who knows? He may return the favor every now and then, pouring his all servicing a partner; and enjoying the way in which they unravel before his sumptuous fingers and tongue.

On a last note though, I do think there are aspects of Lancer that can be very deeply sentimental at times; as well as moments in which his more sorrowful aspects may rise to the surface.

There may be moments where he completely unravels his outer face of peerless confidence before a partner and unleashes the vulnerability resting within, and may just wish to bury himself within another's warmth, whiling away the painful hours by another's side.

Caster Cu

Caster Cu is also very similar to Proto and Lancer in terms of NSFW headcanons (im sorry im just repeating this for all of them). However, to me personally, Caster Cu's air of mystery and emotional distance is much stronger than Proto and Lancer's. This man is like a wizard's maze, boasting many different aspects to his character.

As he's older, the flirting game is even more deadly. He likely has a tough repertoire by this stage, able to set even the steeliest of hearts aflutter (or serve as a very humorous and interesting guy to banter with at the very least).

Due to his role serving as a form of guidance towards Mash and the Master- as well as certain lb6.5 spoilers that reveal the reason as to why he has adopted a role that is so strongly defined by wisdom- he is likely to have a more mature edge to him.

This doesn't mean that he's immune from 'silly time' though.

This means that he'll be a comfy guy for someone who is a bit new to sex or someone who is nervous, as he can consistently guide them along; constantly adjusting to their changing pace and needs.

However, he does seem to give off the impression of being rather tired (are those bags under his eyes?), so he may have a bit less stamina. Or maybe more. Caster Cu is very unpredictable in my opinion, however I can imagine him complaining of pains in his joints and of aching muscles, so some kinks may be a bit more exhausting for him to pull off.

That doesn't mean that he's not up for some adventure though! Now he's got all the time in the world to explore nature, get prepared for an exciting bevy of locations.

From the forest, the great outdoors; to even under a waterfall- he doesn't strike me as the kind of guy to have any shame about where he'd indulge within a good time.

Thanks to his mastery over the runes, Caster is your ultimate guy for temperature play. A little bit of ice from the Isa rune there, and a comforting fire from runes such as the Kenaz one make for a very titillating time.

Rotating between heating and cooling the parts of your body that yearn for him, as well as even as going far as to change the temperature of his body as he works his way through- you'll be bound to melt beneath his touch.

Plant sex with the runes is also an option. Making sure to remain careful enough not to hurt you with his vines, yet also tightening the pressure enough for your face to lax with bliss, he fills with excitement (and a bit of apprehension) when pleasuring you with nature.

Though it gets him hot to see you so appreciative of his ancient arts, your expressions of pleasure make it increasingly difficult for him to retain his slipping sense of composure...

However, he may burst out with a strange catchphrase or a silly move every now and then (matrix ordanye- bedroom edition style).

Please don't mind it- or even laugh along if you like! Caster Cu gives me the impression of being a rather surreal and random lad at times, and I feel as if the realms of NSFW would be no exception to showcasing this funnier side of him.

Seeing as Caster is more measured than his other selves, and allegedly boosts a even temperament, he may be less prone to get carried away within the moment, however he likely still has a tender side, flattering you with caring words and loving touches.

He isn't yet immune to praise either, so don't hold back in letting him know how you feel about him (he may get even MORE flustered, or caught off guard with surprise).

Despite this, it can feel as if Caster Cu is wearing a very tight mask at times. It may take a bit longer than the other Cu to really see him set loose, and let his words and feelings flow freely within the moment. It doesn't mean he's enjoying things any less, though.

After losing so many that are dear to him- over and over again- and experiencing so many terrifying moments, he may savor every moment as if it's his very last, drinking in every last second with a partner.

The here and now, this fleeting moment. Caster Cu will hold it dearly, in order to calmly let things go once the time comes.

This may manifest on him holding on a little tighter to you at times, burying his face against your own, almost as if he's worried you'll suddenly drift away.

Caster gives me the impression of being very sentimental deep down, but keeping said cards of emotion very closely bound against his chest. It may be a bit of challenge to get him to unravel a little, but it's far from impossible.

Cu Alter (In General)

In terms of NSFW, I believe that Cu Alter is an extreme contrast to the other three. Despite having the same capacity for emotion and care as the others, he operates as if he's an unfeeling killing machine- almost as if he's a beast with no reason (even though that's not always the case with him).

In my opinion, I feel like Cu Alter is most likely to have sex during a situation that fulfils a need or an urge of his- for example, having sex solely to recharge his mana, or if he needs a physical release from all the things going on inside of him.

Sex with him in these circumstances may focus on the most necessary elements of intercourse only, jumping straight to the grittiest, most business-like aspects of the act.

Cu Alter isn't the type to let himself have fun, nor allow himself to enjoy sensations as much as his other selves do.

That doesn't mean that other forms of sex are completely off the table, it's just that to me personally- it would likely be rarer for him to have more sentimental types of sex, seeing as he showcases his care for others in extremely subtle ways.

He's also suffering and struggling in an extreme manner, so it also may be extremely difficult for him to express those kinds of feelings.

Possibly as a result of the corruption of the grail and his madness enhancement, even when he showcases his deep affection- it is often marred by contradictory words and harsh insults that belies how deeply he feels for others.

Emotions are likely really, really hard for him.

Cu Alter is likely the type to show how he feels through actions, as a result of struggling severely to articulate his feelings via words.

He is very awkward and reticent when it comes to expressing his feelings, so hearing praise from him may be quite rare.

However, as his words tend to manifest as insults, he may mutter phrases of a more degrading, cold or fierce nature in the bedroom at first.

Cu Alter often says the complete opposite of how he feels. So if he were to feel affection for someone, he may push them away with some stinging words or attempts to inform them of his apparent nature.

He'll make it incredibly hard for you to get close at first, batting away words of praise; and doggedly insisting that he's nothing more than a monster- that you shouldn't praise nor adore him. Cu Alter won't harm a partner, but he may be very stubborn against praise at first.

I believe he is the type to pick up others with his tail, or wrap his tail around them, and sleep next to them; getting close. I feel like he may let his guard down a little if he feels comfortable sleeping next to his partner.

You may not hear him say how he feels, but I headcanon that he may give into guttural growls, moans and other incoherent noises when he's having a good time; claws and fanged teeth clutching onto his partner for dear life.

For Cu Alter, in a sexual setting- I think his actions will be of a much greater import than his words.

Cu Alter also purposely isolates himself from others. It's as if he is very self-punishing. So I think in terms of sex, the act itself may be a barrier to him- seeing as he does all in his power to give the impression of being distant and avoiding touch with others.

Sex could possibly be a bit rough and intense with him, or very sleepy and slow.

He does seem like the tired and worn out sort, to an almost worrying level; so I don't feel as if he'd go too hardcore- unless he eventually decides to unleash the millions of restraints that he's shackled and bound himself with.

This kind of side to him may explode within a more combat-focused situation, or a very intense one in which he decides to set off all of the things burgeoning inside of him, so it could end up being an extremely wild sort of sex. (I'm not too sure myself, as Cu Alter is a character that I find difficult to truly grasp.)

I feel like sex of the slower sort may be more likely with him though, as he doesn't give me the impression of being one who would unravel quite so easily around another.

As he seems so exhausted, there is a chance that his partner may have to take the lead at times, or initiate the mood- he's not going to really have the skills to set things up himself or flirt. I can imagine him being very languid and tired, so a partner may need to actually take Cu Alter by the hands this time.

As the once Mad King of America, Cu Alter is used to barking out orders, so you may hear quite a lot of those in the bedroom!

Cu Alter (in a more affectionate sexual situation)

I haven't got much to say in terms of this scenario, as I believe that he'll still struggle a lot to express his feelings. However, in a situation in which he gives up on pushing a partner away, he may really indulge in the little things- and wrap himself protectively around a partner, melding every part of his body against their form.

He is likely EXTREMELY touch-starved, so I can imagine him really taking in every single curve of a partner, deeply taking in every single touch, nip, bite and touch of his against yours.

I do think he has a side that is every bit as sensory as the other Cu deep down- maybe even more so, as he's been cut off from touch and isolated from others for so long.

His words will be a bit less harsh, and he may be a lot more receptive to your touch and words of adulation in this sort of situation.

I can imagine him taking extremely long naps and just holding a partner in his arms all day in this kind of situation. He wants to be as close as he possibly can to you, treasuring you with every fiber of his being.

Extra (General Notes)

I do think that Cu Chulainn would entertain many various forms of relationships and sexual relations, and that open relationships would be a possibility as well. In terms of NSFW, I believe he is open to many kinds of situations and scenarios.

[tainbocuailnge]

The way you talked about Setanta sorta-kinda reminds me of Elizabeth in a lot of ways, namely the trying to distance themselves from what they'd become if I'm not misunderstanding.

I think elizabeth is a different situation (though hers IS similar to draco's), this one is more like shirou clashing with archer because he doesn't grasp the reality of their ideal. it's not that setanta wants to avoid becoming his future self, it's that he lacks the maturity to understand or accept what it takes to become his future self. he was never good at not being himself, cu chulainn grew up to be the person he wanted to be when he was setanta and setanta wants to become a cu chulainn he can be proud to be. but the living setanta had to simply do his best while the servant has the foresight of hindsight and he struggles to reconcile the life he lived with the one he imagined he'd live, and in particular the way he died with how he thought he'd die.

I don't think he's consciously trying to distance himself from his death. i think his focus on still being in training and wanting to become stronger before he feels like he can use the name cu chulainn is rooted in childishly reasoning "I'll just become a better cu chulainn then". if it were him he would simply not lose to medb. if it were him he would simply save everyone and do everything right. he's too immature to understand how he could have let things get so out of hand that he had to meet his end disgraced by many broken geasa and tied to a rock to stay upright. he accepted a gruesome death when he took up arms despite cathbad's prophecy warning against it but now that he knows what that death ended up being he's subconsciously recoiling and going "really? that gruesome? can't I do better than that?"

[thegeekytaurus]

Instead of focusing on making soulless and unwanted live action remakes of their animated movies here are some fairy tales/legends/myths/fables/folktales/literature and original ideas that Disney should focus on adapting into animated movies:

The Twins/The Boy who was brother to the Drague

2. Don Quiote

3. Little red riding hood

4. Puss in Boots

5. Tatterhood

6. Iron John

7. Ivan Tsarevich

8. Dobrynya and the Dragon

9. Rasputin

10. Journey to the west

11. Norse Mythology(Aesir, Vanir and Jotnar)

12. Cu Chulainn or Fionn mac Cumhail/Finn McCool

13. Till Eulenspiegel

14. Egyptian Mythology (Horus)

15. Nora of Kelmendi

16. Ibonia

17. Anansi

18. Epic of Mwindo

19. Epic of Gilgamesh

20. Momotaro

21. Aztec Mythology(Quetzalcoatl)

22. The Kalevala/Kalevipoeg

23. Ramayana/Mahabharata

24. Rostam

25. Kiviuq

26. Princess Bari or Shimcheong

27. The epic of king Gesar

28. the tale of Thanh Giong or the legend of Au Co and Lac Long Quan.

29. The story of bidasari

30. The legend of Mayari

31. a Maltese fairy tale or myth

32. Gothic fairytale story idea(one with vampires)

33. Steampunk/ Gaslamp fantasy story idea

34. A re-imagining of Moby Dick from the whale's perspective.

[davidgrandorder]

*listens to gilcu playlist*

*gets overwhelmed with gilcu feels*

oough...

I started writing this in the tags but you know what i'll just write it up here

I just have so many THOUGHTS about them. Like they're so toxic but they have the potential to be so good, and I just love imagining the progression of their dynamic.

From barely tolerating each other because they live under the same roof, work with or under the same person. To slowly warming up to each other and getting used to each other's presence. Coming to expect the other to just be there, so used to it that they start to see it as a given, take it for granted.

And then comes the point where one of them gets hurt and suddenly that normalcy they've accepted is threatened and they're hit with the realization of 'I don't want them to Not Be Here'.

And they don't know what to do with that feeling. Don't want to acknowledge that they might actually care about each other, about this person they didn't even realize they'd started to see as an actual person. This accidental fondness for someone that started as a tenuous ally at best, who has somehow managed to become a pillar, however small, of their existence here. Enough that if it were gone they would notice, it would affect said existence, in a way they wouldn't be able to ignore.

But like. Cu hates Gilgamesh. Or he did, at least. Still mostly hates him. But he's seen the way he gets on with the kids around Fuyuki, the small silly things that he seems to enjoy about Fuyuki and this time period. He's come to know his quirks, seen beyond his initial view of him as just an arrogant and powerful asshole. He's seen how Gilgamesh goes out of his way to pester him at work, when he's fishing; how he seeks him out for attention, how catlike he is, and there is something almost slightly endearing about it- not that Cu would ever, ever admit that, especially not to Gilgamesh's face.

And Gil, he doesn't care about Cu Chulainn. He's an irritation at worst, and a decent enough plaything at best, but that's where it ends, obviously. He's not strong enough to be considered a worthy enemy- but he is strong, and he is skilled, and there's something amusing in riling him up and seeing how many of Gil's tricks he's learned since their last battle. There's something comfortable about being able to piss him off so thoroughly, and knowing that he'll be over it within an hour or so, will go right back to treating him casually, or cheerfully talking about his garden, or his latest catch, or something that happened at one of his jobs... That doesn't mean anything though, he doesn't value Cu any more than he would any other person he interacts with in this city. Obviously.

It doesn't mean anything that they know what each other's favorite foods and hobbies are, that's just a consequence of living together. It doesn't mean anything that Cu wonders what Gilgamesh is doing on the days when he doesn't come to bother him at work. It doesn't mean anything that Gilgamesh just so happens to always show up where Cu is and chooses him as his target over other Servants in Fuyuki. None of these things mean anything, they insist to themselves, stubbornly ignoring the growing something at the heart of the nonexistent relationship between them.

And just the potential of it all from there. The directions it can grow in. The back and forth love-hate relationship as their dynamic slowly but surely develops into a sort of friendship, something they struggle to ignore and deny, to a deeper bond.

anyway I love them your honor