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You place your hands against the door, trembling with anxiety. Inside that room is the man you’ve admired for the past few days.
That one moment plays repeatedly in your head; the day you summoned Lancer.
You came from a family that was well-established in magecraft. It was your fate to enter the holy grail war, but you still couldn’t believe it was real. Everything felt like a dream, a messed-up dream.
Still, an amateur in magecraft, you felt like a disappointment. Your parents never taught you to use magecraft because they thought you were too weak. It was a waste of time to teach a person like you. Your sister was going to be the one fighting in the war, but she died a year ago and you were the only person who could take her place.
You were a girl unsuited for war. Your heart was too pure, and you had strong morals and values that you were determined to live by.
When you summoned your servant, he was nothing like you expected him to be. When you first saw his face, your heart was overcome with emotions. He was simply too beautiful to be real. His long blue hair, beautiful red eyes, and that playful smirk- it was more than you could ever ask for.
He was a flirt, but that didn’t bother you. It made you feel special, having such a handsome guy chase after your affections.
He was strong too, and had such a heroic drive to protect you. Those are the things you loved the most about your servant.
So, knowing what was about to go down, you couldn’t let him go without saying something.
You could hear him pulling up a zipper, probably changing into his bodysuit from the street clothes you’d given him. He sighed, and you could hear his footsteps as he paced around the guest bedroom.
He was about to go to battle with Saber, and you knew that might spell the end of your beloved servant. Saber was simply too powerful for him to handle. You knew your servant was strong, but she was stronger. And considering how much more capable her master was becoming, you knew that Cú didn’t stand a chance.
You pushed on the door to create a slight gap where you could see your servant sitting on the edge of the bed, looking out the window. He looked fierce like he could enter battle at any second.
“Ya just watching me, or are you gonna come say hi, lass?” he laughed, turning to you. You sucked in a short gasp, embarrassed about being caught. Of course, he could sense that you were there…
“Sorry,” you smiled, entering the room. He patted the space next to him, telling you to sit down.
Sitting next to Cú felt natural. He was so much larger than you, and when he wrapped his arm around your back you felt truly safe. You rested your head against his broad shoulder and shut your eyes.
“Please don’t do this…” you said quietly. You both knew it was something that couldn’t be helped.
“I want to fight, Master. Don’t hold me back just because yer a little scared, damnit,” he breathed. His mature voice taunted you, daring you to use a command spell to forbid him from fighting. You couldn’t do that to Cú though.
Ever since the war started you’d been avoiding conflict at all costs. All he wanted was to fight. That was what entertained him and gave him a reason for being summoned. You denied him that joy at every turn, all so your own heart wouldn’t get broken.
The last thing you wanted was for him to die.
“What will I do without you? If you can’t defeat Saber…do you understand how much it’ll hurt me?” you asked him sadly. He pulled you closer, his fingers gently rubbing your arm.
“Do you have no faith in me?” he chuckled. You hated him for being so careless at a time like this. “I’ll do everything I can to win this war, trust me.”
You bit your lip nervously. He could say as many confident words as he wanted, but that didn’t make any of it true.
Lancer stood up, stretching his arms out in front of him and cracking his back. The moonlight which shone in through the bedroom window made him look stunning and irresistible.
“When I get back, I’ll give you a reward,” he smirked. “So don’t worry about me, it’ll put wrinkles on that cute face ‘a yours.”
Your eyes filled with tears, and you chased him out of the bedroom as he headed towards the front door.
“Please! Can’t I go with you? You need your master by your side!”
He shook his head, placing his hand on your shoulder. “I won’t put my master in danger. You aren’t good enough at magecraft to defend yourself if anything happens.”
You hung your head low. He was right and you knew it.
He left without another word and you could only hope that Lancer would return to you unharmed.
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You stayed up all night waiting for him to come home. He told you not to worry, but you couldn’t stop your mind from imagining all the things that could go wrong.
You stared at the command spells on your hand, bracing yourself for the moment they would disappear. They didn’t though, and there was no sign that your servant was in danger.
Could he have defeated Saber? You thought.
At two in the morning, you were lying on the couch when you heard the door open. You were just about to fall asleep, but your head jerked up at the sound.
“Lancer?” you called for him. There was no reply.
Your mind started racing. Was it Lancer who entered your home, or another servant who came to kill you? It was so dark that you couldn’t make out who the person was. You sat up, preparing to escape if you had to.
They stumbled towards you and collapsed in front of you. Then you could see that it was Cú.
His arm was wounded and he was bleeding all over the floor. He had a few cuts on his body, but he was still alive. He didn’t even have enough strength to stay awake, and his head fell into your lap.
“Lancer? Lancer! Come on, wake up!” you yelled at him with fear. He looked so exhausted and worn down. You couldn’t believe he managed to escape in this condition. He’d forced his body to keep running so he could make it back to you.
Thinking quickly, you laid him down on the couch and went to get some bandages. He lost a lot of mana in battle, so he would have a hard time recovering from this.
You knelt beside him and wrapped up his arm. He winced with pain, but that was a good sign that he was still conscious. His wounds might heal slowly if you let him rest, but you didn’t want to risk anything. You would have to do a mana transfer at some point.
“Lancer, will you tell me what happened?” you asked, sitting down at the end of the couch.
He looked at you with weary eyes, his breathing labored. “I fought Saber for a while…then Berserker showed up and stole all the fun,” he forced a laugh.
“So you didn’t finish her off?”
“Nah, I couldn’t. Hah- I should be glad Berserker showed up, but I wish she woulda finished our battle at least.”
You were glad that Lancer got away, but you were disappointed with the outcome. Berserker and Saber were incredibly strong opponents. One of them would probably kill the other in the fight tonight, leaving one of the servants to still be a threat.
Overall, there was nothing gained from Lancer going to battle. It had only done more harm than good.
“Lass, come here,” he said, pulling himself up so his back was resting against the armrest of the couch. You blushed as you crawled over to him, sitting in his lap like a child.
He ran his fingers through your hair, looking down at you with affection. “You stayed up all night waiting for me. That’s pretty cute,” he smiled.
“Oh…don’t say that, silly.”
“It’s the truth,” he laughed. He lifted your chin so you were forced to meet his gaze and your heart skipped a beat. He looked hungry.
“You’re always call’n me ‘Lancer’. It’s not like I’m hiding my true name from you,” he said.
“I- I don’t need to use it. What if someone hears? Then we’ll be at a disadvantage!”
“You sure that’s why? Seems to me you’re just making excuses…” he said, bringing you closer to his face. Your noses were nearly touching.
“I’m not!” you denied. “Just…stop teasing me,” you stared at his lips. He obviously wanted something from you and was making it take much longer than it needed to.
“Ah, my young lady wants a kiss?” he chuckled. “You’d rather kiss me than call me by my name? Doesn’t that seem kinda backward to you?”
You blushed red. He was right once again. You avoided using his name so you wouldn’t get attached to him. It was a way to protect your heart because you were fully aware that he would have to leave you when the war was over.
But you still sought closeness with him, something that contradicted all of the caution you had been trying to keep.
“Cú…Cú, please…” you whispered shyly. He smirked and pressed his lips against yours. Your servant loved to make you work for what you wanted, but he wasn’t cruel. He knew exactly how to keep you interested.
His tongue pressed against your lips, forcing its way into your mouth.
He tasted like blood, blood that probably came from taking a few hits to the face. Wrapping his arms around you, he held you flush to his body.
Master and servant, blending into the night.
You could live in this moment forever. Repeating those same few motions until the end of time. Pressing your lips together like animals, hungry for each other’s life force. You adjusted your legs, wrapping them around his torso.
He was so warm, so strong, and you felt like prey in his arms.
Lancer’s lips left yours, and strings of saliva fell between space between you.
Sharing saliva with your servant wouldn’t give him much of your mana, but it was the most you could do for him at the moment. He groaned, tipping his head back and resting his hands on your hips.
“I’d do more than just kiss you if I wasn’t in so much pain right now,” he joked.
You hated yourself for becoming a blushing mess at everything he said. His romantic and flirty lines were only bettered by his ragged, manly voice.
Lancer was perfect for you and you knew it. You laid against him, resting your head on his chest and shutting your eyes. You wanted to imagine a world where you could be together forever.
“That’s it, lass,” he said. He ran his hand over your bottom, while his other hand remained on your hip. “Go to sleep, I’ll be right here.”
His voice faded away as sleep took over.
Lancer is your castle, your sanctuary, and your protector. A servant that belongs to you alone. No other man on earth has ever belonged to you in such a way.
To spend every day like this with him is what you would wish for when you get the holy grail.