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suns-out-sleeps-in · 5 months ago

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so @mako-neexu and @konu-d were talking about CoMC's valentines in fgo the other day and just how intimate it is compared to other servants so here's some delulu fluffy thirsting between the most lovestruck man in all of Chaldea and his beloved accomplice. I want you both to know I was literally up at like 4 am writing this in the dark because i couldn't get the idea out of my head and couldn't sleep. The edguda mental illness never stops.

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11:45 p.m. 2/13

The Master of Chaldea yawned before snuggling into the shoulder of the man beside her. She felt a warm, callous hand softly rub her forearm before a featherlight kiss was placed on the crown of her head. The Avenger beside her may claim to be beyond Love and Hate, but he is a man who is weak to the whims of his Accomplice. A simple request of wanting cuddles from her Avenger and the poor, uxorious man caved embarrassingly easy. Blustering defiance fading at her adorable pout and a devasting critical hit when she padded the space next to her, he resigned to his fate and fell next to her on her bed. Swaddled in the warmth of his cloak laid on their laps, the two of them were indulging in reading short yet romantic excerpts, fitting for the season and at the absolute insistence of a certain playwright, further goaded by an incubus who shall remain anonymous.

Edmond would later deny such assistance was required, yet did not leave without a recommendation from Murasaki, whom he did not put up as much resistance as the others. A gentleman to his core since he did not turn his nose up at her, unlike the men in the room.

Ritsuka sighed, willing time to go faster so she could give her Avenger his gift. Why can't the date change already? Sure, there is nothing truly stopping her from gifting him the chocolate she painstakingly prepared for him, in all honesty, he probably already knows about it. He does nearly always reside in her shadow underfoot, plus he seems to have an uncanny ability to predict her thoughts. If she were to ask him about it, he would probably show her that infuriatingly handsome smirk that he knows makes her heart skip a beat and tell her, "It's my duty to know you greater than anyone else, my dear. For I am not only your co-conspirator, but your lover as well. Your heart and mind have been laid bare, thus I, by extension, must respond in kind."

She glanced at the clock on her desk. 11:49 p.m.

Suppressing a very obvious groan, she buried her face once more into his clothed chest, willing her flaming expression to fade. She had decided to focus her attention on something else to pass the time, but her gaze naturally fell back on him. He had abandoned his usual attire for more casual loungewear, well, casual to Him, was still somehow a nice-looking lace up white shirt and black trousers reminiscent of the time period he "lived" in. Osakabehime would undeniably accuse him of cosplaying as a Victorian vampire, which would earn a glare from both Vlad and Carmilla. But really, Ritsuka understood her completely. If anyone besides her saw him wear this attire, he would certainly draw unwanted attention to himself.

She shouldn't be surprised, though, he's the same way with his Summer wear, but he can't deny the happy little kitties adorning his pool float. Adorable, really.

She was so lost in thought that she almost missed Edmond lightly tapping her cheek to bring her back to reality.

'Master.'

She was lightly startled back to attention only to be met for a brief second by gold before feeling pressure against her lips, a momentary gasp allows the man to slip his tongue in and strengthen the kiss. Ritsuka briefly tenses at the abrupt change in atmosphere, one moment soft and domestic, the next steamy and charged before relaxing and letting him lead. Cushioning her head with one hand, he maneuvers the two them until she falls back onto the pillow and continues the absolutely searing kiss. She effortlessly fell into step with him, their kisses like dances only they know the beat of. One of her hands reaches for his deceptively soft white locks and lightly tugs him closer, a clear sign to any man for more, which he happily provided.

She can feel the bond flowing between them, magic and mana cascading and crashing into each other likes waves against rocks on a shore. If she wasn't so used to providing emergency mana to her Servants, it would feel like he was intentionally trying to steal her very soul away.

She finally pushes him away from the kiss to inhale precious oxygen, her Avenger loyally follows her lead, her hand falls away from his hair to instinctively cover her burning face. She can only imagine what her face must look like right now, practically vibrating with anticipation and can all but feel her own pupils shift into hearts, but that smug smile on his face gives her the impression that he would do it again in a heartbeat. The look in his eyes tells her there's nothing he'd rather do than take her breath away with another passionate kiss.

Damn him, seriously. Doesn't he know just how fragile her heart is when it comes to him? Bastard.

"Ritsuka."

"C-count?"

"Have you awakened from your daydream, yet?" Is he serious? He quite literally stole her very breath away and he's asking that? Ritsuka rolls her eyes before answering him.

"No, I'm still lost in the sauce." Wrong answer.

"Very well." Edmond chuckles lightly before leaning down to kiss her once more. She is, for once, faster than him and places her hand on his mouth to cover his lips while bracing her other hand against his shoulder.

"W-wait! I'm obviously kidding!" She feels his teasing grin spread against her palm and understands he is messing with her. Jerk.

He moves her palm to the side and places a chaste kiss against her pulse, closing his eyes and seeming to savor her excitement. "Too bad, you still seem quite dazed to me." The heated look in his eyes when he reopens them betrays his calm tone, oh how she could lose herself in his gaze, no matter if it's when his eyes are blood red or shining gold, the cross-shaped pupils that strike fear in others only serves to ease her worries and stress.

"And who's fault is that?! Seriously, what was up with that kiss? What prompted the make out session?" She is helpless to the smile and playfully exasperated tone that colors her voice when it comes to him.

"Is that not what lovers do to show their affection to one another?" His smirk is as sharp as his shadows as he leans down to plant teasing kisses on her neck, causing her to moan and expose more of her neck to his ministrations. Her arms naturally wrap around him, encouraging him to let his weight fall on her and pin her further to the mattress. She knows she will end up with hickeys, as Avenger tends to have some bite to his kisses, but she can't complain when he usually shows no remorse towards his love.

"A little warning wo-" Ritsuka briefly glances off to the side and notices her clock with bright red numbers, 11:59 p.m. "Aah! Hold that thought!" She hates to pause such a nice moment of passion but time waits for no one. She pushes her Avenger back onto his haunches, surprising the man enough to let out a startled grunt of confusion and allow her to scramble towards her nightstand. He can't help how his gaze falls on her legs and behind, turning his gaze away lest he become too excited by his subtle bias.

Subtle, yeah, right. He unconsciously chastises himself for how remarkably unsubtle he is if people knew what to look for.

Ritsuka finally pulls out the box she had set aside and gazed at the clock, letting out a happy squeak at the time showing 12:00 a.m. 2/14.

"Happy Valentine's Day!" She held the dark green package wrapped in white and gold ribbon to her dear accomplice with such a look on her face that reminded Edmond briefly that, despite everything, Ritsuka is still a young woman, full of love, full of life. A young woman who gazes at him like he hangs the sun, moon, and the stars, when he thinks it's the opposite. Chasing the star that lights his path of hell and shadows, clinging to her light with an iron grip and resolve. Willing to overturn the very cosmos in her name.

"What is this, Ritsuka?" The Count feels his very gaze, sharp edges of revenge ingrained into his heart, soften at the bashful blush adorning her face in pinks and reds.

"It's chocolate, though maybe you know it better as cacao. It's tradition to give the person you like sweets on the 14th of February, and I wanted to make sure I gave you yours first." He takes the box from her hands and admires the packaging for a moment, touched that she chose colors specific to him.

"Did you prepare these yourself?" He opens the container with a small 'pop' and takes one of the dark chocolate pieces. "Beni and Tama Cat helped me get the taste right, but other than that, yeah. I know it's not super fancy but-" She is cut off with a kiss, longing and sweet unlike earlier. It surprises her again but this time ends quickly as Edmond speaks.

"Don't discourage your efforts, my dear Accomplice. This is more than I deserve, so please take pride in yourself." Ritsuka is right in that she is no master patisserie, but even one as corrupted as him can taste the love and effort hidden in the sugar and sweetness of cocoa. It nearly overwhelms the Avenger with feelings he long thought buried, but that she can effortlessly pull out from the depths of heart. The soft, loving look on his face invokes the man he used to be, one who had yet to experience that hell of 14 years. The young sailor who hadn't known betrayal and faced the world with brimming promise. Did Mercedes and Haydee feel the same as her? Mercedes, the one who loved him as Edmond. Haydee, the one who loved him as The Count of Monte Cristo. She thinks, no, knows she will love him as Her Avenger. For as long as time allows them to be together.

"Alright, you win, Count." Her head falls back onto his shoulder with a light and airy chuckle of resignation as she fights back a yawn. He counters with a chuckle of his own as he brings his hand up to pet her hair and nuzzle closer.

"It's late. You should rest, for tom-, er, today brings chaos and revelry that must be met with full faculties." She huffs at his stutter before letting her eyes close and burying herself even closer to him. Though his dark flames burn and poison everything around him, he gladly wields them to keep her warm and safe.

"mmh...Stay with me?" Ritsuka feels the last of her consciousness slip into a dream as a loving kiss is placed on her temple, unaware of the glimmer of cyan invading his gaze as he vows to guard her dreams for another night.

"...Of course, my star."

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I completely forgot I wrote this in a half manic, sleep-deprived state like a month ago lmao

woe, fluffy edguda be upon ye!

actually for extra mental illness I'll tag @zeravmeta since I know they are an edguda shipper too so we can all be insane together! 😁

#fate grand order #fgo #gudako #edmond dantes #fgo edmond dantes #fujimaru ritsuka #edguda #ritsuka fujimaru

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