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I own nothing but what I write. All intellectual properties belong to their respective owners, that is Oomori Fujino owns Dungeon ni Deai o Motomeru no wa Machigatte Iru Darou and Fate Grand Order is owned by Type-Moon, Delightworks and Sony.

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AN: I decided I need this chapter to tie up the story a bit. Although more drama and less humour I hope you like it anyways.

Counterfeika:- Last Fate I watched was Apocrypha but I intend to catch up when I got the chance. I'm basing it more on my FGO the mobile game than on the anime/light novels but there will be elements of each as the game doesn't get too in depth with all their abilities. Their personalities will also be assumed at max bond level.

Shirosaki Kizuro:- Chaos is the name of the game!

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Please read & review as I appreciate any comments made

Fate Grand Disorder

Chapter 09 – Favours

When Hestia's children had heard that she was invited to the banquet of the gods, to be held at Ganesha's mansion, they had taken it upon themselves to make sure she was dressed up to a tee and accessorized. Hestia represented her familia after all and thus by association, them. Da Vinci went out of her way to shop for the most gorgeous little black dress that she could purchase. Gilgamesh adorned her with a lavish gold necklace, arm-band, bangles and a brooch. Scathach cast a 'glamour' spell on her so that all that looked upon her saw her bathed in a coat of gentle flames. Like that they felt she could properly represent them, uphold her image as a goddess and properly represent the eternal flame.

She arrived at Ganesha's mansion, flashed her invitation card and was shown through to the main banquet hall, where, out of habit she immediately proceeded to the buffet. She was halfway through her first plate of nibblies when she heard a familiar voice call out to her. "Hestia! Is that you?"

Spinning around Hestia was greeted by the sight of a taller redhead with wavy shoulder length hair and a black eyepatch staring at her. A smile welcomed Hestia as she returned it to one of her oldest friends from Tenkai, "Hephaestus!" she cried.

Hephaestus, the goddess of the forge, the blacksmithing goddess, gazed at Hestia from head to toe, marvelling at her dress and the glamour placed upon it. "You're looking well. You look like you are doing much better than a few weeks ago. That is an amazing dress you have on."

"Do you like it?" Hestia gushed. "It was a gift from my children. They are just so good to me. I feel like the luckiest goddess in the world." In a way, she was.

"Oi! Chibi!" A familiar, unwanted voice rang out.

"Oh what now." Hestia murmured to herself.

"I heard from a little birdy that you would be here tonight." The familiar sight of Loki joined their little group. "Thought I'd come over and laugh at your misery for a bit!" Loki then caught sight of Hestia's dress and all her accessories and her eye's squinted. "Who'd you rob for all that?"

"It was a gift from my loving children." Hestia snapped back. "And while you're here, you tell your Ais to stay away from my Bell!"

"You tell your Bell to stay away from my Ais!" Loki retorted.

"What was that flatty!"

"Say that again udders!"

This degenerated into Loki pulling at Hestia's cheeks and Hestia's vine-like hair wrapping themselves around Loki's throat. With a huff, Loki stormed off leaving Hestia once more alone with Hephaestus. "It's always the same with you two isn't it?" Hephaestus smiled.

"I just can't stand that witch!" Hestia grumbled. "Anyway, I was looking for you tonight."

"Oh?" Hephaestus raised an eyebrow. "I'm not lending you a single valis."

"No, it's not that." Hestia started to meekly play with her fingers now. "I need a really, really big favour from you."

The blacksmith let out a sigh. "What is it?"

"I need you to make my Bell a weapon. One that won't hamper his growth and will grow with him even as he levels up." Hestia pleaded.

Hephaestus put a finger to her chin seemingly deep in thought. "I don't think you could afford such a weapon."

"Please!" Hestia begged. "I promise I'll pay you back, every last valis of it. I'll even work for you to pay off the debt if I need to. I just want to support Bell in any way I can so that he can reach his dreams!"

After a short pause, Hephaestus seemed to come to a decision. "Come see me in my office tomorrow and we'll discuss it then."

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Hestia sat on her couch in their little underground lair beneath the ruined church. Across from her sat Da Vinci on a chair as Hestia had asked her to come because she needed to ask for some advice and maybe some help.

Da Vinci listened carefully to Hestia, outlining what she had bought for Bell, what it was and how much it had cost her. Granted, it was on credit so Hestia's request of Da Vinci was if she knew any quick ways to make a lot of money.

Da Vinci, ever the entrepreneur smiled. Her goddess interested in making money was a golden opportunity. With Sherlock Holmes studying the laws of Orario, the plans were already in motion for Chaldea to make its mark on the city and hopefully the world at large.

"So do you have any ideas? Hints or tips or do you know of any jobs that pay super well to help me make that kind of money back quickly?" Hestia's eyes were all dewy with hope.

"You could become a stripper?" Da Vinci flippantly replied, "Or a lady of the night? With your body I'm sure the men with fetishes would pay handsomely for you." She smirked but the twinkle in her eye told Hestia she was joking.

Flustered and flushed, Hestia stammered, "I'll not sell my… body! Uh uh! No way, no how!" Frowning she continued, "Stop teasing me and help me out here!"

Da Vinci laughed merrily, a hand covering her radiant smile. "Kidding! Still it's funny that you ask me that now because I do have plans in place but in order for it to be truly successful I will need your help on it."

Leaning over conspiratorily, the two began talking as Da Vinci outlined the plan to Hestia. There was a lot to explain and a lot that Hestia needed to do to make it work perfectly but it wasn't unethical so the two discussed it at lengths, well into the night. Da Vinci also assured her that the plans were already started and the wheels were in motion before Hestia had even asked.

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Mia Grand, known to those close to her as 'Mama Mia', the proprietress of the Hostess of Fertility, was busy getting her pub ready for opening to catch the lunchtime trade. The store across the road from her had been closed for almost a week now as massive signs across the front of the store advertised that it was now 'Under New Management' and 'Opening Soon'. Since then she had seen many workers, mainly from the Goibniu familia, a blacksmithing family, coming to and from the premises, obviously in the process of renovating it.

She wondered what kind of store would be opening up and hoped it wouldn't be more competition. Even though her store was doing well and was one of the more popular pubs in the city, she didn't want another pub opening up across the road from her. Curiously, she watched as a new sign was unravelled from its packaging and the workers were getting ready to raise it into position onto the roof of the store. It had two golden arches and white on red writing underneath it. Carefully she read the writing out loud, "McHestias"

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