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FGO( mostly the blackholes {artoria} and morgan) x servant reader

3rd POV: in a singularity in camelot


Gudako: so artoria...you ever got the feeling of being watched or is it just me?

Artoria: i'm feeli-

*woosh*

Morgan: if this is who i think it is then it would be better for us to leave this singularity and just send other serva-

*CLANG*

Morgan: yep, it is him...other than me she only listens to his words

???: i wonder...how are you still alive? i remember burning the castle when the queen was kidnapped by you...mother

Artoria: Mordred? is that you?

Mordred: oh, no no, this is satan, OFCOURSE IT'S ME!!!

Artoria: but...you're...more edgy

morgan: and more sarcastic...

after she said that they heard a voice...the voice of the untouchable flower of camelot

???: mordred, go back for now, if they get too close for comfort then you have my permission to attack..

Artoria: that voice...i-it can't be, h-he's dead when we got there...

Morgan: y/n...

they said with a regretful voice


                                                                            ~flashback~

artoria pov:

Artoria: HURRY!!

as i my knights rode our horses into morgan's territory i see a figure similar to my beloved standing near a cliff wearing white as i say

Artoria: is that y/n?

mordred: where?

Artoria: over there! by the cliff!

lancelot: it is the queen!!

Artoria: y/n! we are here to save you! come, let us go back to the castle! thank god we made it in time..

y/n's figure looks up to the sky and says in a voice so soft that we almost didn't hear it

y/n(?): i'm afraid...you're too late...

mordred: what? my king, why is she saying that we are too late?

Artoria: i do not know...y/n, my love..please come back with us...you know your body can't handle too much stress...and what are you saying that we're too late, did something happen? 

As y/n's figure moves to face us, he lowers his head, my eyes widen in horror as he reveals a grave with y/n's name and favorite flower on it

y/n: ...this flowers already dead...




(don't know wtf i'm doing but this was an idea that came to mind)

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