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HOW WOULD THEY COMFORT YOU?

Archer, Karna, Medusa, Gilgamesh x reader (separate)

Mostly fluff, nsfw tho i think, hints/implication of sex, didn't know if i characterize them right, i lov medusa so much, reader is in a romantic relationship with them, written with reader crying in nighttime, but you can imagine otherwise,.uses of petnames from characters

I'm pretty sure he knows you more than yourself, or well, how to see through you

WILL give you space if you cry or don't know how to explain why you are sad

If you try to hide it, I don't think he will let that slide tho

WILL give you space, but he won't let you drown in sorrow, so for a few minutes or even hours, he will demand explanation (Unless it's too bad)

Communicates you through it

A little bit (Much) of holding you close to his chest as he listens to your sobs, also already prepared a box of tissue and glass of water

Guard you through the day (/night) too, wether you'll continue to work or go to sleep, he will always be there to make sure your mind isn't all about the problem

Next time you awake, he'd done every house work for you.

"You're awake?" He places the dishes on the counter as his eyes focus on you, getting off his apron and hangs it somewhere, before finally guiding you by your shoulder to the dining table, filled with plates of your likings that will recover all your appetites in an instant.

"Let's eat together, shall we? And whatever we will do afterward will be up to you." His voice was full of affection, placing a kiss on your cheek before feeding you, then adjusting your position to make you sit on his lap as one of his arms circle around your waist, holding you close but not too much, making sure you feel him close enough without being intrusive to you, just to make sure all your sorrowful time won't get back at you at his watch.

"What? Isn't it normal for me to feed you?" He catches you giggling and blushing.

Does NOT understand why you seems so down

Even though he recognizes that you're feeling "sad"

Perhaps don't know what to do either

Probably shut down and freezes the moment he's near you because he really doesn't know what to do or say

Ends up saying something stern but also very thoughtful probably like "Why so sad?" "Don't be so sorrowful." "Why are you like this, if i could ask?"

He doesn't like the reaction you give at his words, actually all that dislike is directed to him because he thinks he just makes it worse

Your sadness is VALIDATED by him, he'll really reassure you if only you ask, he'll hear and mostly be passive in communication

Won't let whoever or whatever saddened you get to live peacefully, as much as his heart is easy to let go and accept, somehow there's a lingering feeling that overcomes those nature of his when it comes to you

Whatever you command (or not), he will do accordingly and willingly, even tho he always does what you want, somehow, you could feel his eagerness too much this time.

Full of service and affection, on guard, and well, lingers.

That could be the best way of describing the way Karna is acting right now, now that you've awakened and his face being the first thing you see, those soft lips of his adorned the smile he graced you just as you opened your eyes.

Steadily, as selfish as he thought he was when holding to you real hard right now, he doesn't care, as long as his presence could ease whatever sorrow build in your chest, he will stay by your side for eternity.

Is it her fault? It can't be, but it could be.

Are you sad about her or not?

No time to think about her first, is quick to pat your head or shoulder, maybe her touch and hold could do something to ease you

Or perhaps she's doubtful too, but unlike Karna, she won't contemplate too much

If she could do something, she would.

Ask and you shall receive

After a physical affirmation, listening to your heartbeat as she looks through that blindfold of hers at you, whether she could release that thing around you or not (she DEFINITELY WON'T if you can't handle her petrifying gaze, but in another case you could..), perhaps you don't know, but those eyes that brings curse to others could only show signs of softness if it's directed to you

Expect a cuddle too!!

"My Love, do not be afraid to tell me if you are faced with the same trouble as tonight." She leans in and pushes your face that leans on her chest forward, suffocating embracing you in a tight hold enough for your comfortable

Laying you down on the bed, her warmth used to soothe you as sure is her reassurance through words or not, you could've been thrown off with how precious she makes you feel like with those little words she lets out, even tho she does get even more open with you.

May give you lingering or sensual touch, or even sex for another alternative to alter your thoughts for whatever reason you need to be comforted, of course with your consent AND trust me, it won't be done not all by lust, but by need for both of you to comfort each other.

A pathetic feeling

May say something like "Suck it up" "Pull yourself" or anything that's too straight forward but true (At least from his perspective).

You didn't get better, that widened his eyes for a split second and there's a sudden gut that seems to shrink, a pain in his chest the more he gazes at you.

It won't matter, you should've never let your vulnerability show in front of others, should've dealt with it and instead show the best version of yours when faced with him.

But a part of him, a little part of him, does have a guilty pleasure seeing you not afraid to show this side of yours even if you know that he's watching

You may be rewarded

May know or not the reason why his gauntled hands find your shoulder, back, or head, whether he continues to pat it or quickly retracts his hand

If you're lucky enough (you are), he will say a sentence or two that may lift your spirits

SEETHING, whoever or whatever saddened you won't have a peaceful night or life from now on, he will find them/it, that's for sure

You will find him looking at his treasury to find the perfect "gift" to reward you for overcoming your temporary pathetic phase of tearing.

Might even distract you (as if he hadn't with his presence alone) further, if his "reassurance" doesn't work, will bring you luxuries or the destructed version of whatever saddened you that he knows you will like, what, it doesn't work? He'll use his body then, there's no way a golden stature like him couldn't please you.

"Mongrel," His commanding tone, a tone you've grown familiar with had it not been tenderness engulfing it.

Those blonde locks, shining as the sun rays that penetrate the curtain manage to land on his figure, and those crimson sharp eyes seems to penetrate your whole bare being instead.

"quite a stupid face you've woken up with, seems like those neverending whims of yours hours ago resulted in these swollen eyes." His ramblings didn't continue, yet now, the fact that you recognize that gaze of his that tells how he watches you sleep more than him sleeping is enough to know, he does care.

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I've read a post about how there's no mention of Gilgamesh's child in Fate, even tho there is a successor of Gilgamesh in Myth, which will be the next king of Uruk, so if we go with the route that Gilgamesh doesn't have a child...

(nsfw, (18+) unholy thoughts of the king of heroes, not all filthy, Archer Gilgamesh tho, i think could be read as Caster.. reader implied to have AFAB anatomy, mentions of breeding kink, NOT A FULL SMUT, sex, cockblock, implied period sex, yeh things that comes with that, not proofread, read at your own risk!)

Gilgamesh probably never thought of having any child, which probably will also be half god and half human like him, will be a target to be controlled by the gods for the sake of their selfish desire to have humans in their chains, he don't want to put his own child to that.

Let alone, why must he follow the traditional ways to live a life? Domesticated and having a child that's born from his own seed that none is worthy enough to bear? That will only get in the way of his own goal to be the overseer of humans and gods alike, to be different, to not isolate his own child, oh he wouldn't even dream of it.

Has experienced all pleasures possible in the universe, has all the treasures in the world, all will never be enough for him. All is insignificant compared to him, so this won't mean anything at all when he beds you, fucking you senselessly like he want to embed his own being into you, to have himself to be a part of you in any way.

Perhaps once, spilling inside you, addicted to the feeling while he doesn't know whether to hope for it to bear its fruit or..

Anyways it won't be easy, why does a fling have his concern? It will only be a matter of eliminating its whole tree if he doesn't want to see its fruit at all.

Twice, spilling when he knows those blood from your insides is a sign no egg will be fertilized from now on, ridiculous to think a King like him will ever track a menstrual cycle of a mongrel like you, why you? He doesn't know, he doesn't even remember why his self control flies away every time he's with you.

Thrice, he can't get out.

It's supposed to be like always, but why does in his mind there's only you? A life where both of you could even be more connected, a life where perhaps there's an infant in your hand, having the same hair as his and a face like you, having the same DNA like yours and blood like his? Where he could be a better parent than that late king of Uruk and goddess? Where he is more than enough to protect both of you from his own karma? Where he can die peacefully with both of you?

He really wants this night session of his to be more than just his source of entertainment and your act of obedience, he really hopes that understanding that biologic nonsense of your body could make you bear his seed perfectly like he always wanted, letting him take care at you and the life that will grow in you like he could, no matter how many times must he stuff you with his dick and his endless stamina, no matter whatever wishes you will request in your pregnancy which all he will obliges, no matter how many gods will point their gaze at the child that they will never be able to land their hands on as long as he is alive.

He will let you bear his child, rejoice, for you and that infant of yours which is also his- had altered the king's head.

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Taking a bath with Mydei

(GN reader, fluff ig, not proofread..)

A bath and bathing itself is a luxury in Amphoreus, a place you can wear down all your exhaustion just by relaxing for minutes or even hours, Mydei who is given access to the Chrysos heirs bath may or may not take you there, in both ways.

However, in your own shared quarters, Mydei could be even more shameless.

The soft hums he lets out awaken you from your impending slumber, finding yourself caged by a pair of battleworn hands with red marks circling your chest, just now you've realized your situation.

Waiting for the Okhema Warrior to come back from his duty won't be a burden for you even if you have to wait for days, taking a bath in the afternoon perhaps can busy yourself from the thoughts of him not coming back today, instead your dear Mydei already plans to do so once he came back into your arms (tho now it seems the other ways), finding you already in your shared bath.

"You seem exhausted." He murmurs, his voice no matter how rough it can be with others always finds softness if it is directed to you, lips finding it's way to the nape of your neck, trailing your shoulder.

"If there's someone that's exhausted here, it could only be you, Mydei.." Your words earned a gaze from those softened amber eyes, like he wanted to retort but held himself. "How's your work today?" You asked again, trying to get a word from him.

"Nothing's new, just want to come home to you." He nuzzles his face back into the crook of your neck once more, the water beneath moves as one of his hands cupped your hand below, tightening it like it will crumble if he ever lets go.

His self control is a thing you can't get enough of, no matter how much he misses you nor how raging his need of you may be, with the way his eyes will always be docile, muscles restrained, and longing for you in ways you never know anyone will capable to, kissing every inch of your skin like it's a hunger he needs to fulfill, slowly, but surely.

"Ah, welcome home, my dear Mydeimos."

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When you prank him..

(written with Archer Gilgamesh in mind, but Caster Gilgamesh works)

Fluff ig, reader implied to be shorter, a lil bit suggestive in the end?

The room fades in your mind as you find yourself not being spoken nor paid attention to (even tho a certain goldie seems to have his eyes on you) as you daydream, a sudden rather mischievous idea popped into your head.

Looking at the blonde haired man beside you that's (now) paying attention (?) at the servant across saying things you regard as not your business, crossing his hands on his chest, sitting with regal and relaxed posture while looking down at the man bowing before him, you positioned yourself nearer him like how you always does when trying to give him a peck in the cheek.

Hand finding a hold in his shoulder, your breath could be felt in his face, making a sense of timidness in his whole being as your body pressed against him, his head tilted to give you access, crimson eyes landing on you as your lips hover over his cheekbone.

Only to be disappointed with how your face pulls away, still near him but your attention is elsewhere as you asked for your own chalice to be filled by the maid across.

Gilgamesh's already blushing face now reddens even more with how a sense of irritation seemed to hit his chest with how you retreat. Looking at how you ignored him for.. refilling your cup ????

Then again, your face now is on his lips, ghosting over the corner of those wine tinted mouth that almost scold you, now thinking it's just a mistake (you owed him more with that 'mistake') and you will finally kiss him.

.

.

?!

"Mongrel." His voice deepened, glaring at you that already sat yourself stiffly in your seat, never landing a kiss at all at him, where you should've given him two or more right now.

"Don't play foolish, Mongrel." Now he's mad, the whole room could even feel it too with how some servant could only scratch their head with how obvious it seems you're teasing their King.

You can't help but let out a giggle, now that his gauntlet finds its way to your chin, grasping your mouth with his in a shameless kiss that now you can't run away from, his other hands holding your scalp to deepen the kiss and still your head.

The informan earlier? Ignored. Your chalice? Just a pawn in your little games. Your Dear Gilgamesh? Now devouring you to sate the irritation in his chest and satisfy his need of you that's always been there, his attention? All yours, like how you wanted it to be.