What's up, everyone! This is GKC here bringing you a new crossover fic between Fate/stay night and Fire Emblem. Deciding on which world this story takes place in was quite difficult but I find that Ylisse would be a more preferable location for this type of tale.

Summary: After dying in a car accident, a young man is given a chance to renew his life by Alaya, who had struck a deal with Naga. However, he is now locked in a great war between two countries and the only form of strength he can rely on is the power of the Heroic Spirit that rests within his soul. Now, he must fight not only rising darkness but other warriors with Heroic Spirits' souls in a Grand Holy Grail War.

Now to put this into simpler terms, seven characters, the main OC included, are able to access the powers, skills, and Noble Phantasms of the Servant that is embedded in their soul. If you wish to petition on which Class you would like to wield along with the Heroic Spirit then please provide the information below once the chapter is completed and PM it. Do NOT leave it in the review box. BE SPECIFIC! Also, I'll add in a special bonus: The first one who petitions their character gets introduced in the next chapter. More OCs can join in as additional enemies or allies so don't hold back.

Now for the disclaimer, I do not own, except for my OCs, Fate/stay night or Fire Emblem. All rights go to their respective owners.

Now then, let's get this party started… BEGIN!


Fate Emblem: Awakening


Chapter 1: A Second Chance


(1st POV)

Where am I…?

Why do I feel so cold…?

Oh, that's right… I died…

It was supposed to be a regular boring day for me. I'd wake up early in the morning, shower, get dressed, eat breakfast, and watch the news.

There was a discount sale on beef.

Might be a great way to start cooking up some good old-fashioned American steak.

I remember grabbing my keys, my wallet, and my favorite pendant. A remodeled silver cross based on the Command Seals of the Masters that wield the Saber-class. It had been bought for me on my nineteenth birthday by my mother. I still carried it around with me even after her passing.

Anyways, from what I can recall, I was driving… It was raining heavily out on the road so it was hard to see… I couldn't tell where I was going…

Then out of nowhere, something rams into the side of my car right at the driver's seat.

All I felt for the next few agonizing seconds was unending pain. Every muscle- No, every atom in my body screamed as if it were burned thousand times over.

Finally, all I felt was a solemn emptiness…

Just a deep, dark void…

AGH! My head!

What are these images…?

Rows upon rows of peasants were kneeling before me, their heads bowed low in servitude…

A group of knights, whom I don't know yet for some strange reason remembers their loyalty and devotion…

A wizard that had been my friend for years…

A beautiful woman who became my queen despite the unhappy look upon her face…

A bastard child birthed from the womb of a witch who wanted to claim my throne…

An affair between my most trusted knight and my queen…

A civil war between brother knights…

A climactic battle between a king and his 'son'...

A fatal wound...

Ugh! These images! Are these my memories? No, they are someone else's…

But whose?

Hmm?

I can hear something…

A voice…

Ah, that's right, I'm being given a second chance… But why?

"To fight." A soft female voice echoed in the encroaching darkness.

Who said that?

"You do not know me, young one, but I know of you. I know all of my children."

No, seriously, who the fuck are you?

I don't know why but I feel as if the voice was quite surprised by the profanity. "Well, if you must know, I am called Alaya, or better known as the World."

You are confusing the shit out of me right now…

"Think of me as a version of God."

Oh… Okay.

"Hmm? You aren't shocked?"

Not really, I'm pretty smart so I figure that this must be Limbo or some shit.

"Well… you have that part correct." The voice known as Alaya spoke. She sounded as if what I just said didn't really seem natural. Wouldn't blame her for that train of thought.

You said I had to fight… Fight what actually?

"A war. More specifically, a war between the light and the dark. Are you familiar with the Holy Grail War?"

I've heard of the term.

"Well, in order for me to resurrect you, I must implant the soul of a Heroic Spirit within your body. Doing so will give you their combat abilities and personal skills. Though you'll also carry their memories within you as well. It will be quite a terrible headache. Are you prepared?" Alaya questioned.

My answer, in the end, was definitely going to be a yes but then again it already knew that. Don't know why but I felt that the World was smirking as if I had signed some deal with the devil or something like that. Regardless, I didn't care much, I wanted to live again and I didn't care what would happen to me as long as I breathed air once more.

Huh… I can hear more voices… But they sound close…

"I do hope that you try not to die so early in the game." Alaya jested.

Go suck a dick, bitch.

And with that, an irritating light filled the entirety of the endless black void. I didn't know if my eyes were closed or not but that light seemed to corrode my vision like a force of nature.

At that moment, I felt air hit my lungs…


Unknown Location


He could hear voices. They sounded so much clearer now.

"Chrom…we have to do something." A girl's voice filled the conscious male's ears.

"What do you propose we do?" A man's voice asked.

"I… I dunno…" The girl answered.

Tiredly, he forced open his eyes, hissing ever so slightly when sunlight stung his pupils. Two people were looking down at him but he could detect that they were taking frequent glances at something else.

One of them was a girl, probably around his age (if he remembered his age correctly). She had short blonde hair tied up in two pigtails with grey eyes while wearing a yellow dress with a brown vest around her waist, wearing a frilly apron over her waistline on the dress.

The other was a man, probably in his early twenties, who had midnight blue hair with matching eyes. He wore a black vest, a white shoulder cape over his left arm, shoulder armor, black pants, grey boots that went up to his knees, and a sword in its sheath next to his side.

"I see you're awake now." The man said.

"Hey there…" The girl smiled, relieved to see him. It was almost like she was grateful that he was alive. In reality, so was he.

"There are better places to take a nap than on the ground, you know." The man chuckled. "Give me your hand. Your friend already woke up before you."

He had no idea what the strange blue-haired man was talking about but he took the offered limb regardless.

…That's when he noticed that his hand was covered in a steel gauntlet. Now that he thought about it, his body felt considerably heavier yet at the same time, he was entirely comfortable.

Once he stood up to his full height, he heard the sound of metal clinking against the fabric. He looked upon his body, or more likely, the outfit that he wore. His attire consisted of a blue battle long coat with three separate tails for maximum versatility, dark grey trousers, silvery white magical woven armor on his torso, shoulders, waist, legs, feet, and arms. One of his gauntlets was hidden in his right sleeve while the other was placed onto the left sleeve. Attached from his chest plate was a dark grey-white hood.

His preference in the outfit had drawn at a blank but he could admit, it looked pretty stylish. Cool even. However, it all paled in comparison to the tool that rests on his left hip. A beautifully crafted sword sheathed within a magnificent scabbard of blue and gold. It was like staring at something straight from a fairy tale yet at the same time the reality of it all seemed so surreal.

Unsheathing the blade, he could see the reflective surface of the gleaming steel however he noticed something else…

…His face

It was chiseled but youthful, almost boyish but still could be considered handsome. Sun-kissed skin replaced the slightly pale he had been born with. Jade green eyes staring back instead of ocean blue. Shoulder-length blonde hair like that of gold reached the base of his neck, a few bangs hanging directly over his forehead.

His silence seemed to be almost deathly but eventually, he reluctantly sheathed the blade back to his hip and looked at the others with slightly shocked eyes.

He noticed two other people with the man and girl.

One of them was a young woman, who could be in her early twenties or late teens, with long snow-white hair and black eyes. She wore a black coat lined with golden yellow accents, a white shirt, white pants, and brown boots. She was about a few inches shorter than the blue-haired man though but taller than the girl.

The other was a man in his mid-twenties with brown hair and dark eyes. He wore blue and white armor on his person with a horse in similar gear behind him.

It was entirely surprising. The strange clothes, the weird hair colors, the old fashioned weaponry, his current attire, and even his altered facial features.

So, he said the most logical thing since he came back from the dead.

"Where the fuck am I?!" He exclaimed loudly.

This further surprised the four as they had never expected such an outburst from the young man.

"Uh, to be specific, you are in the kingdom of Ylisse." The girl with blonde hair answered, a bit unsure of why her fellow blonde would curse at the moment.

The blonde knight seemed utterly shocked. That damn Alaya woman brought him into some sort of an alternate reality where swords and magic seem to be a dominant way of life.

"Are you… okay?" The girl asked a bit slowly.

"Fine, totally fine." The blonde knight nodded holding his head. The cool metal glove pressed against his forehead. "This has to be a dream." He mumbled.

"Do you feel alright?" The blue-haired man, Chrom if he remembered correctly, asked.

"Yeah, thanks Chrom." The blonde knight replied.

Chrom raised a blue brow. "You know who I am?"

"I heard her say your name when I was waking up." He gestured to the blonde girl.

"Oh, I suppose she did then," Chrom admitted with an embarrassed blush. "What's your name then?"

His name…?

What is his name…?

He should know what it is but every time he tried to remember, it would always go back to that same name from the unknown memories. The name of a king, a knight, and a legend…

"Arthur…" The blonde knight replied.

"I'm Lissa, Chrom's little sister, and their healer," The girl gestured to the stoic knight. "And 'Mr. Prude' over there is Frederick."

The knight nodded at Arthur, who returned the gesture. The blonde glanced at the white-haired woman. "What about you? What's your name?"

The woman blushed slightly in embarrassment. "I…I don't remember."

"Sorry," Arthur apologized.

"Where are you from?" Frederick asked the blonde man.

"Camelot," Arthur answered immediately almost like the name was drilled into his skull. "I suspect you've never heard of that before, right?" Seeing the confused looks from the four individuals in front of him, the knight sighed. "I figured as much…"

"Milord," Frederick spoke. "I think it would be best if we took this man back with us for questioning. It would be foolish to ignore him as a threat. A bandit posing as a foreigner is a common occurrence these days."

Arthur narrowed his eyes at the brunette, his hand instinctively going to the sword holstered to his hip but held back to keep from making a scene. He didn't want to get in an unnecessary fight. "I can assure you that I'm just as lost as you are. All I want to do is go home and forget this ever happened."

"You could come with us!" Lissa suggested with a bright smile. The thought did intrigue him; after all the blonde knight could get some food. Being dead left him with a huge appetite for some strange reason.

"To Ylisse, right?" Arthur repeated.

"Sure, I'd like to hear about your homeland as well." Chrom agreed with a friendly grin.

The young knight looked a bit unsure but he had no choice. There was no way he was going to go home unless he played Alaya's little game. "Very well, I'll come along for the ride."

Thus the group began their travels, however not even a few feet and Lissa started to bombard Arthur with questions. "So how long have you been in Ylisse?" She asked.

"Don't know." The blonde knight answered truthfully. After all, a guy can't exactly explain that they've been dead and then resurrected with memories not their own.

"What's the place you're from like?"

"Same as this place, I suppose," Arthur replied. "Though I guess there could be a nosy cleric or two."

"Sounds like I'd be pretty popular there," Lissa giggled which brought a small noticeable smile to the knight's face. "So what's the story with that sword of yours?"

"Huh?" Jade green eyes blinked in confusion as Arthur glanced down at the blade resting in its sheath. "I don't really remember all that much. My memories on this are hazy at best."

The blonde girl seemed to take that into consideration. "Maybe it's a family heirloom or a magic sword forged by the gods."

"I guess that makes sense." The knight acknowledged the opinion.

Lissa smiled at Arthur. "Glad you think so. So do you have any favorite hobbies or something?" She asked.

"I like lions as far as I know." He replied. Suddenly, something caught his nose. "Does anyone else smell smoke?"

Chrom, Lissa, and Frederick looked surprised then noticed a burning town in the distance; their destination: South Town, covered in flames.

"Brigands!" Chrom exclaimed with gritted teeth.

"Brigands?" Arthur repeated. "What are they… bandits?"

"Yeah, it seems they're attacking another innocent village." Lissa grimaced, tightening the hold on her staff.

Something inside of him was angry. The blonde knight furrowed his brow and clenched his teeth.

"You two, stay here," Chrom ordered Arthur and the white-haired amnesiac. "I don't know how you'll be effective in a battle but it's best you remain here." His blue eyes trailed over to Lissa and Frederick. "Let us go! We must defend the villagers!"

"At once, milord!" The brown-haired knight nodded as he and the siblings took off toward the burning town, leaving Arthur and the girl alone.

The resurrected young man glanced at the amnesiac. "Hey you," She looked at him with confused black eyes. "Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna help?"

"I…" She hesitated. "I don't know…"

"Listen, I don't know who you are or what you might be thinking but there are times when action must speak louder than words." Arthur glanced down at his armored hand. "I don't know much about my life or anything like that but I do know that what I'm feeling is the need to protect the innocent." He looked back at the girl. "So are you up to help Chrom and the others, girl?"

"Robin," The white-haired woman glanced up at the knight. "My name is Robin."

"You remembered?" Jade green eyes blinked a few times.

"Only my name for now but hopefully I can remember the rest of my past." Robin nodded, producing a yellow tome and a bronze sword.

Arthur grinned. "Alright then let's get going!"

The two sprinted toward the burning village determined to assist Chrom and to save the innocent people being attacked by the bandits.


South Town


It didn't take long for Arthur and Robin to arrive on the scene. The two were met with Chrom, Lissa, and Frederick along with seven brigands outfitted for raids or ambushes.

"What are you two doing here!?" Chrom exclaimed. He was shocked and a bit worried that the two would get hurt.

"I'm here to back you up," Arthur stated with one hand on the hilt of his sword. "Don't know how effective I'll be but I won't know unless I try."

Robin looked a bit unsure but seemed determined to help. "I don't know if I'll be able to help but I'll do whatever I can." She held up the tome and sword. "I think I can also help us with these bandits."

Chrom actually smiled in appreciation. "I welcome the help. And thank you." He nodded, brandishing Falchion.

Arthur smirked and unsheathed his own sword, however, the blade was suddenly shrouded in wind magic, concealing it from all. He didn't think much of it but he'll come to terms with the magic sword for now. "Then let's get this party started!" His new body seemed to be filling him with movements, stances, and postures for swordsmanship as well as battle tactics and magic.

Robin read the battlefield scenarios through her mind. "I see it. Chrom, you and Frederick should pair up together. Lissa, you're the healer of the group so stay back to avoid any unnecessary combat. Arthur, you and I will pair up to even the score."

The collective nods from the four were their response. Chrom and Frederick charged at three bandits on the right while Robin and Arthur dealt with the other three on the left. The brigand boss didn't seem to be moving only smirking like a lunatic. Lissa begrudgingly stood in place until she was needed.

"Take a look at this boys! Some blonde pretty boy and a cute girl!" One of the bandits jeered while taking a throwing ax from off his waist then threw it at the knight.

Arthur, on instinct, deflected the projectile weapon with his invisible blade. With a single step, he appeared before the man with a cold gaze in his jade eyes. The sudden burst of speed had surprised the bandit but his hesitation cost him his head thanks to the invisible sword that effortlessly sliced through his neck. Two more bandits (both of them myrmidons) rushed at the blonde knight with chipped bronze swords. Such a foolish charge only led to their swift ends. Arthur stepped aside from the first bandit and sliced across his back, severing the bandit's spine. Before he could deal with the second bandit, a bolt of thunder shocked the myrmidon to death until all was left of him was a charred corpse.

The blonde knight glanced at Robin, who was smiling proudly at herself. Arthur nodded his thanks at the white-haired girl, who responded in kind.

Chrom leaped back to avoid the ax of a bandit. His Falchion had a disadvantage against axes but Frederick came in on his steed with his iron spear, piercing the neck of bandit warrior. A myrmidon came overhead with a Killing Edge to kill the knight but Chrom intervened by leaping into the air and slashing the man's torso open; his blood not even staining the blade of the Hero King, Marth.

A lone enemy mage noticed Lissa all by herself and chanted a fire spell to kill the healer. The girl yelped in fear as the fireball was shot at her.

Arthur noticed this and used his newfound speed to stand in front of Lissa then braced himself as the offensive magic struck him. He expected to feel some form of pain but there was nothing. All it did was give him this experience of hot air from an air conditioner. "Huh, I was expecting a burn or something." He admitted.

"Whoa, do you have like some kind of magical resistance or something?" Lissa asked in awe.

"I guess I do." The blonde knight replied then quickly deflected another fireball thrown at him by the brigand mage. Robin took care of him by using her own thunder tome to shock the bandit to death until he was little more than a charred corpse.

'Does the magic from this world only come in books?' Arthur wondered in his thoughts.

With the bandits slain, the four warriors advanced on the leader of the brigands, who sneered at each of them with disgust.

"It's over! Your men have been slain and you are all alone! Surrender now, and you will live." Chrom demanded.

"Fat chance of that happening, you bastards!" The man yelled, brandishing both an axe and a sword. "If I'm going down, I'll take at least one of your heads with me to the afterlife!" In a blind rage, the bandit leader lunged at Chrom with the axe first to silence the blue-haired man. However, his blow was intercepted by Arthur's invisible blade, the knight glaring at the brigand with his jade green eyes.

"Chrom!" The blonde exclaimed. "Do it now!"

"Right!" Said man brought his Falchion to bear then swung, removing the bandit's head as blood spurted from the neck wound.

As the headless corpse collapsed on its back, Arthur swiped the blood off his blade then sheathed it in the magnificent scabbard that hung by his side. "And that's the end of that." He commented, releasing a sigh.

He noticed various villagers cheering at the five heroes. The young man wasn't really used to praise but he kept up a sort of expressionless visage. Robin seemed to blush in embarrassment from the attention. Chrom, Lissa, and Frederick seemed to be the most humble.

With nothing else to fight, the group worked with the villagers to put out the fire. After which, Frederick spoke to Chrom about the bandit attack. "Milord, did you notice that the bandits spoke with a Plegian accent?"

"Plegian? What's that?" Arthur asked in confusion. The brown-haired knight narrowed his eyes at the young man's question.

"Plegia neighbors Ylisse to the west," Chrom explained. "Relations have never been good between us, but recently they've been taking to attack the countryside by hiring bandits or posing as bandits themselves."

"So they're trying to provoke a war," The blonde summarized, rubbing his chin with his gauntlet. "Just what could they possibly get out of doing something like this?"

"Honestly, I'm not sure." The blue-haired man admitted. "Either they're doing this out of a blood feud, or they're trying to take our land and expand their kingdom. Those are the only two that come to mind."

"But if it were for land, the Plegians would've sent all of the bandits and mercenaries they've hired with their own armies and try to take your capital so the rest of Ylisse would fall easier." Arthur voiced his concern. "They're current method is destroying the land, bringing down its value to take over. It's more like they're doing this out of a blood feud."

Lissa sighed. "And because of that blood feud, townsfolk are being killed. Innocent people who probably don't have anything to do with it and can't stand up for themselves."

"Don't let it cloud your judgment," Frederick advised. "We'll certainly deal with this problem, but it's important to keep our wits about us until we do. Your energy is better spent helping those who need it than worrying over them."

"Now what do we do?" Robin asked, holding the Thunder tome in her hands.

"We make preparations for our departure." Frederick answered, already respecting the young knight in front of him.

"What?!" Lissa exclaimed. "We're leaving right now?! But I want warm food to eat and a warmer bed to sleep in!"

Chrom grinned. "And you can have those things, once we get back to Ylisstol. But for now, we need to make haste."

The younger girl groans loudly. "But I wanted Southtown Soup! I haven't had it in ages!"

Robin decided to comfort her fellow female by patting her back. "There, there."

Arthur chuckles. "You guys are really weird, ya know that?"

"On the contrary, we're all quite sane." Chrom remarked, placing a hand on the blonde man's shoulder pauldron. "And might I say, your swordsmanship is extraordinary. Where did you learn how to fight like that?"

"I…" The knight hesitated. "Don't know. It just came to me as if I knew how to fight for years."

"Muscle memory, perhaps?" Frederick suggested.

"Could be. I didn't even know my sword could turn invisible either." Arthur replied.

Chrom rubbed his chin. "A magical enchantment, if I were to guess." His azure gaze met Arthur's emerald. "Still, I would like to ask if you would come with us to Ylisstol? We'd be happy to reward you for your service."

The blonde knight thought it over. On one hand, he's lost in a world not his own. On the other, he doesn't know or owe these people anything to warrant his help. "Well…" He started. "I guess I can come along."

Chrom smiled. "Then I welcome your sword, Sir Arthur."

"Please, cut the "sir" crap and just call me Arthur, Chrom." The jade-eyed young man grinned.

"As you wish, Arthur." Chrom chuckled. "But only if you call me Chrom instead of milord."

"Deal," Arthur grinned as he shook the Shepherd leader's hand. 'Why do I have a bad feeling about this?'


A/N: That's it for this chapter. I hope all of you enjoyed it.

Now if some of you are wondering on how to forge your OC for this story then don't worry because I have an example that should help, at least. Like for instance, Arthur's appearance is based around the Prototype version of Saber.

On an update, chapter two for "The Dead's Reaper" is coming along great. Although, I am getting a bit distracted with college classes and playing on my PS4.

Anyway, review and comment on this story. Like it, hate it, but just know that you've read it, fool! ;)

Peace out, everyone!


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