This is from Chickennugge's suggestion on Archive of our Own that I should write something with Akiko as a Pseudo-Servant and have her meet the other Cú's.

This is during the Third Tokyo Holy Grail War. Divine Spirits can be summoned in this as Pseudo-Servants like with Chaldea's F.A.T.E system. With Cú Chulainn having his four forms, excluding his Saber form, the younger Lancer is with Red like in Fate of the Clans, the older is the Grey Servant, Berserker is with the Colorless King, Caster is with the Silver King, and Morrigan is with Daikaku. Due to this there isn't a Rider or Assassin. Caster isn't Odin's vessel in this either.


The four Cú's were hanging out together, being the same person, although Caster tried to convince the two Lancers to ditch Berserker after he wrapped his tail around the druid and slammed him into a wall, of course waiting until there weren't any witnesses around. The urge to kill each other was proving difficult to deal with. It was a miracle Berserker even agreed to hang out with his other three selves instead of just going for the kill, not caring that it's daytime.

Even though he wore modern clothes like the other three Berserker still stood out. Although the hood of his hoodie is up the red tattoos on his face could still be seen. And then there's that large, spiky tail trailing behind him.

They were going down the sidewalk when they encountered a woman in street clothes with silver-white hair and red eyes. The men could see mana made her up, meaning she's a Servant. She looked over the four, recognizing them right away. She knew their Classes from the information Daikaku gathered on the other six Servants.

"How the hell were four aspects of you able to be summoned?! Not to mention two of you are Lancers and one's a Caster like me!"

Both Lancer versions of Cú Chulainn were jaw-dropped. "Akiko?!" They had their memories of all alternate universes they got summoned in, including when Akiko Hashimoto was their Master.

Red eyes narrowed at them. "Who the fuck are you mistaking me for?!" A black staff with three tips and with a metal crow adorning the top of each materialized in her hand. "I dare you to say you don't recognize me!"

The male Caster nervously took a few steps back, face going even paler than it already is. "Mo-Morrigan?!" Collective gulps from the two Lancers. Berserker maintained a stoic expression but his tail was rapidly lashing back and forth like he's on edge.

Morrigan glanced at the Berserker. "What happened there?"

The older Lancer groaned and rubbed the back of his neck. "We're still tryna figure that out. I mean, somethin' else shoulda come out if I'm gonna be summoned as a Berserker. He has to be some kinda Alter. Though I'd say dealin' with this one's attitude would be preferable to the most worthless guy on the planet."

"We figured out he's from some fucked-up reality where I'm king," the younger grumbled.

"If only you lived long enough to become the next High King of the Tuatha Dé Danann when Lugh was killed. As one of the kings I'd have been able to make you a god. You're Lugh's incarnation so I'm sure no one would've protested. The fact you can use Fragarach proves you're fit to be our High King," Morrigan murmured.

Berserker huffed a laugh. "I don't see what's wrong with that. A proper king should be stronger than anyone and having human blood only holds you back."

The younger Lancer groaned. "Spoken like the Mad King you are. The only ones to reply to that offer should be the ones not partially insane..." What he got in response was a tail smack to the face.

Caster sweatdropped at this. "Morrigan, I think I speak for all of us when I'll tell ya what my reply 2,000 years ago woulda been. I. Don't. Give. A. Shit." When Morrigan didn't reply Caster began to panic. "Shit, I didn't realize at first I turned ya down! Are ya gonna attempt to kill me?!"

Morrigan cocked her head. "Why should it matter? It's moot now."

The older Lancer finally separated Berserker from his younger form. "Ya really changed for the better."

Cheeks went red. "I-It's not like I really cared! I was only stating facts!" Then Morrigan looked confused. "Wait, why did I protest like that?"

"Probably your vessel's influence. Akiko was that way." He grinned and took a few steps toward Morrigan. In response her face got even redder. "I hafta say I like it."

"I-Idiot..!" Unable to stand it anymore, Morrigan used her Shapeshift skill to change into a crow. "I really do hate you!" Leaving with those words, she flew back to Mihashira Tower. Why is he always like that?!

"Caster, you're back," Daikaku said when Morrigan entered the Chamber of the Slate in her humanoid form. Then he noticed that she seemed tense. "Did something happen?"

"I ran into a stupid, annoying dog is all." Before Daikaku could ask her to elaborate Morrigan went into spirit form with a huff. Why did I have to become infatuated with that moron?!


I do plan on writing more with Morrigan. If you have any suggestions for Master-Servant pairs I should write, let me know. Extra Classes are allowed though I prefer the standard seven. Other than these I have my scrapped Master-Servant pairs for Fate of the Clans which were Reisi and Gilgamesh, Daikaku and Achilles, Tenkei and Jack the Ripper, and Adolf and Penthesilea.