#their OC is so thoroughly thought out and interesting and i'm excited to write with them!!

[has-gilgamesh-doneanythingwrong]

Hello! I read your rules and I think I'm ready to go!

Can I request Archer Gilgamesh and Lancer Cu Chulainn x previous master while in Chaldea?

Let me explain,,

So servants have no memory of their previous summonings, so how would these two servants react to their supposed old master who won a grail war, arriving at Chaldea and wanting to return their lost memories with magic?

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Hello, thank you for the ask! Thank you for reading the rules too, I really appreciate that. This is a really interesting concept, I'll do my best ^^

I'll write Gilgamesh and Lancer Cu's parts separately just so then it can be a bit clearer!!! From this I am assuming that their master is an oc in this case, so I hope that will be okay with you. Please let me know if you meant something else by this or of any other details!

NOTE: i made the previous master a heroic spirit in Chaldea in this case XD i wasn't sure how else to pop them into Chaldea.

THESE HEADCANONS ARE VERY LONG !!! LONG POST AHEAD!!

Reuniting with a Previous Master (Archer Gilgamesh, Lancer Cu)

Prelude

🏆 In your mind, the memories were as clear as day. The Grail War had been a vicious, brutal battle; driving you and your servants to the very edges of destruction. Yet together, you persevered through; honoring your unbreakable bonds.

🏆 It had been so, so lonely as you watched them slowly disperse into glowing golden sparkles; like a kaleidoscope of sun-kissed butterflies. As you vowed that this wouldn't be the end, and that you would meet again, everything began to fade away...

🏆 However, now you were somehow in none other than Chaldea itself, with an identity as a heroic spirit?! With a stellar collection of magics at your disposal, you had left a mark in history large enough to be immortalized by the throne of heroes itself.

🏆 As you stare into the eyes of two masters with stunning heads of orange and black hair, flanked by a petite figure with glasses and a lavender bob of hair; your jaw almost dropped to the ground once they announced that they were to be your new masters. To think that your situation would now be reversed in the afterlife...thoroughly amused by this, you find it to be a rather surreal situation.

🏆 However, things take a shocking turn once you see other beings wandering through the halls of Chaldea, appearances dating from a vast variety of eras. Once you ask what's going on, Guda reveals that Chaldea has actually amassed a huge amount of servants for this next series of battles; and that it was entirely different to the Holy Grail Wars that masters usually experienced.

🏆 Heart rushing with anticipation, you ask whether they've heard of the servants you fought besides, mouth dry with excitement. Could it be? Would you be able to meet them again?? Did they remember you? Could you finally hang out together normally? All sorts of thoughts rush through your mind at the prospect, as you told them how you knew them from the past.

🏆 At this, Guda's once friendly expression becomes extremely steely. "They're in Chaldea...but I cannot confirm if they will remember you or not. I wish you all the best."

🏆 Despite these words, you had magic, skills that could jog their minds if the worst was to occur. Maybe there would be a way to remind them of the past, you were sure of it. Heart thudding with both trepidation and hope, you rushed towards your fellow servants....

1) Archer Gilgamesh

❅ As soon as the two of you lock eyes, vehement red irises piercing daggers into your own, Gilgamesh's once haughty expression instantly falters; as he stares at you in surprise.

❅ Something about you feels warm, and infinitely familiar to the King. Feeling the beginnings of something float to the surface of his consciousness, he approaches you with confusion.

❅ "To think that one such as I would struggle to recall such a being..." Deciding against the use of his clairvoyance (that'd ruin the fun) , he resolves to interrogate you instead. "State your presence, mongrel. Alert me of your intentions henceforth." He's infinitely curious by your arrival, and desperately wants to hear how the two of you are connected. but he keeps this a secret

❅ As you both sit together, your hands moving animatedly as you explain how the two of you won the holy grail war together; Gilgamesh is rather impressed. The mere thought that you were not only able to entertain him until the very end, but were even capable of winning the grail war by his side...it leaves him feeling quite proud.

❅ At that moment, small flashes and fragments of memories the two of you shared by each other's sides rush through his mind; as he winces ever-so-slightly (he doesn't want you to notice that though). Once that happens, his once cold demeanor begins to soften even more; aware of the significance you played in the past.

❅ "Oho, what an amusing tale you've weaved. I cannot claim to fully understand the events that have transpired; yet I believe you thus." Attempting to keep as strong an air of indifference as possible despite the feelings welling up inside of him from this, Gilgamesh tries to remain as archaic as possible. However, he's struggling greatly- fighting the urge to reach towards you. This leaves him even more confused. Just what kind of bond did the two of you share?

❅ However, once you offer to restore his memories with your magic; Gilgamesh recoils with offense- not because he dislikes your offer, but because he wants to restore said memories on his own terms. Rather than leaping back into things again, Gilgamesh wishes to get to know the you of today; who's standing right in front of him- before the you of the past.

❅ The memories...well, he's not sure if he wants to experience them all at once, because despite your return, it means that he'll have to experience the pain of separating from you all over again.

❅ It may be better to slowly build things up again with this extremely keen King of Heroes, who will definitely be regularly finding ways to purposely cross paths with you from now on! Though it will be a hurdle to restore the bond to its previous state at first, with his apprehension regarding letting you in, and his jumbled memories; he'll certainly spend a lot of time by your side, seeing as you were an upstanding master.

❅ Once that happens, I'm certain the memories will gradually come drifting back into Gilgamesh's mind!

2) Lancer Cu

❁ Aware that something about you is eerily familiar to him, you may catch Lancer staring at you at many occasions. Although his first reaction is one of surprise, it doesn't take long before he regards you with a friendly wink, red eyes glimmering with mirth.

❁ However, he is likely wait in line for you to make the first move; not pressing too far into the matter. Although your presence pulls at the vestiges of significant, precious memories that he just can't seem to grasp as of yet; he'd would rather not untangle them-preferring to live in the moment.

❁ When you approach him, revealing that you're his past master; he winces in distress. What tragedy befell the two of you? Did you both die from untimely deaths? Did you even manage to make it past the first few hurdles? Despite having great pride in his skills as a warrior, he felt almost bad for you; being saddled with his terrible luck as his master. "Can't say I've had too good a fortune with my previous masters...guess we had a rough lot, eh?"

❁ However, once you cheerfully proclaim that the two of you went so far as to win the war together, he's overjoyed. Knowing that he was able to not just have a good master, but also a positive experience in a grail war gives him a massive ego boost.

❁ If you had his curiosity before, now you certainly had his full interest. After hearing your story, he's interested in getting to know who you are a little more. Seeing as you were standing before him right now, he wants to get to know the comrade he fought alongside a lot more than before. To him, you're a special ally.

❁ Seeing as you're such a familiar presence to him, it won't take long for him to become very friendly and touchy-feely with you; like old friends. As you experience things together, your significance to him gradually becomes clearer within his mind; despite his still dormant memories. He may not mind only being able to remember slight things about the past you shared, as the bond you share now is equally as important to him.

❁ Despite this, when you offer to restore the memories of the war to him with your magic; Lancer seems to be quite unsure. He's not sure if he wants to dive back into the past so soon. Sure, it's awesome that the two of you shared such a strong and reliable bond together, but would it be really right to restore his memories at once? He may need to have a think about it before agreeing or disagreeing with your offer.

❁ Even though he may be unsure about looking back on the past, he's glad that you're here in one piece; and that the two of you can hang out together in Chaldea. You've both got a lot of catching up to do~

[lovelywingsart]

Hopeful Future

-- Karl Heisenberg X OC (AFAB, She/They) --

Something short and sweet... This was also one of my favorites to write <3 This is also one of many where you can tell my strong suit is dialogue. ouo'' Anyway, enjoy some more cuteness from them- you'll need it.

**Remember, check out the Masterlist for more! <3 **

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*Warning?: Some self doubt, comfort, cuddles, kisses, just being relatively sweet

Summary: The date is set, but Emelia is experiencing a pretty bad case of nerves. She won't say it, but Karl seems to notice, and gives his own form of comfort. The start of a hopeful future has begun, and they can only hope all goes to plan.

The outside building was... quiet, for once, even with the distant sound of machinery. These times were rare, especially recently. Emelia lay cuddled against Heisenberg on the mattress-like cushion kept on the second floor, relaxed enough to almost sleep as her fingers traced over the scars on his chest. His breaths came as low rumbles as he kept his arm under her, curled around her back to tap at her shoulder. She wore his shirt, as always, thoroughly enjoying his warmth and the calm that his 'purring' gave her. So much had gotten done... Planning, construction, even small bits of 'fun' thrown in for a sort of stress relief. Production had increased thanks to recent expansions since the big meeting, and their plan was set once the news of Miranda's discovery of a new vessel had come out. However, due to this, tension, Emelias tension specifically, had been high. She wouldn't admit she was nervous... Especially not to him. Talks of overthrowing or simply killing Miranda had been increasingly common, and the man seemed more ecstatic than usual. Even if he was dead tired, his mood had increased tenfold once he realized just how close they were. Somehow, the thought of that excitement disappearing because of her was something that she found... distasteful.

And so, she stayed silent, heavily preferring to be cuddled against him in what little calm and silence they had. But it still gnawed at the back of her mind, and she unintentionally let out a quiet huff. He took notice, moving his arm slightly under her to simply hold her shoulder. She glanced up at him as he shifted under her head, only to meet a curious gaze.

"Hm?" He hummed quietly, only giving a slight smile as she shook her head and looked away. She wanted to say something... She just didn't know what or how

There was silence for a moment before she quietly spoke up.

"... Karl...?"

He tilted his head, glancing at her once more. "Yes, Emmy?"

"What..." she started, faltering just slightly, "... What will we do? Once Miranda is dead, I mean..."

Her voice held a genuine, scared curiosity as she looked up at him fully. He couldn't help but raise his brows in the slightest bit of surprise. She kept her fingers moving along his chest as she felt him adjust his arm again so he could run his fingers through her currently loose hair. He chuckled.

"Well, we do what we want!" He replied happily, leaning his head back once more. "Once that bitch is dead, I-..." he paused quickly before grinning. "WE will be free. Free to live, free to thrive. We won't be under her thumb. We do whatever the hell we want to do, Emmy."

"Free to live..." she repeated, her fingers mindlessly drifting along his skin. She paused her movements once the words fully settled. Never once did she realize how close freedom was... Not once did she realize exactly what freedom MEANT. The had talked about it from the first few months of her arrival years ago, but the concept now was... odd. "We'll be free... That means..."

"That means you can live a normal life." Heisenberg chuckled, watching her reactions carefully. "It IS what you've wanted, yes?"

Emelia stared at his chest for a moment before suddenly pushing herself up into a sitting position, ignoring the uncomfortable grunt she received as she left the comfort of his arm. She was silent, lifting her right arm and staring at her hand. 'Normal'... Why did the word sound so... impossible now? Sure, her dream of normalcy had stayed with her. But did 'normal' even exist at this point? She was a fucking mutant, for god sakes... She had accepted it years ago, of course, but...

"I can't live 'normally' anymore..." she sighed finally, reaching to rub the back of her neck. There was a small flutter in her chest as if the parasite sensed her silent distress. She could feel Heisenbergs eyes nearly bore holes into her back, turning her head away as she felt him sit up with another grunt. He settled himself into a sitting position, resting an arm over his leg.

"As normally as you can, then." He offered, his voice taking on a lighter tone. He then rolled his eyes with a quiet sigh as she gave a snort of disbelief. She jumped as he reached forward, taking her jaw in his hand and making her face him. "Look at me, Emelia." He said quietly. "We're all a bunch of freaks thanks to that bitch, there's no use being ashamed of it now. But with her dead, the world is OURS! 'Normal' is whatever the hell you make it."

"But the others-"

"Fuck the others!" He laughed suddenly. "They wouldn't know what to do without her direction, they'll fall like useless pawns. And if they don't, they'll scatter like the cowards they are."

Emelia stared at him for a moment with a raised brow before falling back onto the cushion with a huff and closing her eye.

"So you want to rule by yourself, then?" She asked, the slightest bit of amusement in her voice. He looked back at her with a chuckle.

"Well, yes, but not necessarily. We both know what my plans are. But more importantly..." he suddenly twisted himself slightly, leaning over her with his hands on either side of her shoulders. He smirked as a light blush entered her cheeks once she looked up at him, clearly not expecting him to even move. "What do YOU want, Emmy?"

"... What...?" She managed, calming slightly as he tilted his head.

"You're worried about not being 'normal' enough to live that way, and even I know your mind is hard to change. What do you want, then?"

"I..." she started, somewhat stunned. Well, there were a lot of answers to that question... She just didn't expect him to even ask. What DID she want...? He was right... She knew he was. The only issue was, she didn't have an answer for the first time in years. She couldn't have the life she wanted... What the hell COULD she do? She finally sighed, turning her head to the side with her missing eye towards him. "... I don't know..."

"You don't know?"

"N-No, I..." she tried, moving her hand to brush against his just slightly to calm the nerves that had started to show themselves. "I don't have many options."

"And what are the ones you DO have?" He questioned. He shifted his hand for her, allowing her to hold it just slightly. She shrugged.

"Well, I certainly can't return to where I came from before this... If I even knew where to go, that is..." she mumbled, moving her head to look at the room around them. "I'll most definitely be killed if I tried... Or tested on more if caught, god forbid the company remembers me enough to care. Though, I COULD travel..." she said thoughtfully, but she couldn't help but frown slightly at the thought. "... But..."

Heisenberg drew back in interest, arching a brow as she spoke.

"'But'?" He asked, watching her carefully. She shook her head slightly before finally meeting his gaze with a sigh.

"This... This is my home..." she replied quietly, a near sadness in the gold of her eye. "It wouldn't feel right if I left... I'm safe here, and it's not... not lonely. Travelling can't guarantee that."

"I guess that would result in loneliness, wouldn't it?" He asked casually.

She was silent, but nodded. Lonely wasn't exactly what she wanted to be after spending time around others like her now, specifically him. She took a nervous breath and held it for a moment, choosing her next words as carefully as she could. May as well tell him the truth of her thoughts, right...?

"Given the chance, I think..." she started, her voice lowering. "I think I would... stay here." She looked up at him with a slight bit of confidence, meeting his now somewhat surprised expression. "... With you."

She was met with silence before he suddenly let out a genuine laugh, lowering himself onto his elbows for his face to be closer to hers.

"You'd really stay with me, Emmy?" He asked, an amused smile on his face as her face brightened in color. But she soon relaxed, her lips twitching into the smallest smile. She felt much better with this reaction... Much better than she thought she would.

"You're an ignorant twit, Heisenberg..." she joked before chuckling lightly. "But... yes. If... If I could."

She was met with a chuckle from him as he leaned down slightly, his nose brushing against hers.

"Well, of course you can!" He grinned, earning a small laugh. "Hell, if you stay with me, I'll help make life for you normal."

"As 'normal' as possible..." she snorted, though she couldn't keep the smile from her face. The sentiment was... oddly comforting. "You'd really do that for me, Metalhead?"

"Anything for my favorite worker."

"Am I really?"

"Always have been, Emmy."

"Hm... I feel like that's a lie..." she joked, tilting her head slightly. She was met with another chuckle.

"Would I lie to you?" He asked. She shrugged, starting to reach up.

"You hate liars, but that doesn't mean you aren't one..." she replied, her fingers drifting along the scratchy hair of his beard. She felt... calm. Oddly calm, at that... She couldn't have even begun to understand why, even as she stared into the bright pale yellow eyes that she had admittedly, secretly, come to admire. She held his jaw for a moment before tugging him down slightly. He smiled.

"To freedom from Miranda." He said simply, following her movements slowly with a now large grin. Her own smile widened ever so slightly as his lips brushed hers.

"To freedom." She replied, her voice nearly a whisper.

She was met with a surprisingly gentle kiss, letting it settle before fully wrapping her raised arm around his shoulders. She was so used to this... So used to the 'affection'. So used to the quiet and comfort he gave despite the machines around them and even his own personality at times. She felt him chuckle into the kiss as she reached her other arm around his shoulders, and in turn couldn't help herself from doing the same as he pulled away and eased himself into the hug she gave.

"And what was that for?" He asked, amusement in his voice as he moved to press a light kiss against her jaw. She shrugged, a relaxed smile on her face.

"I'm... not sure." She admitted, watching as he propped himself up over her on his elbows once more. "Perhaps that's my 'normal' now..."

"Hm. Well, I hope that counts as the start of a full 'normal' for you from now on..."

Emelia kept her arms around his shoulders, her fingers running along what skin they could reach and tracing over smaller scars.

"Maybe..."

"'Maybe'?"

"You heard me, Metalhead."

Heisenberg laughed again, finally moving to lay down next to her once more and shifting his arm to rest under her head.

"You're always the odd one, Emelia. But please, do me a favor."

She returned to her place on his chest as he shifted, tilting her head slightly.

"Yes, Karl?" She looked up at him, surprised as she was met with a calm smile.

"Never stop smiling." He said simply. While it caught her off guard, she couldn't help but do just that.

"Once this is over with, I won't." She replied.

"You promise?"

She gave a laughing huff, pressing her face to his shoulder.

"Yes."

"Good."