What's up, everyone! This is GKC here bringing you a crossover between Fairy Tail and the Fate series. But it's sort of a self-insert.
I once experimented with this story years back and it did not turn out in my favor. So, after gaining new skills, I decided to try my hand at this particular crossover once again.
Be advised, it's still a fledgling story, so any helpful suggestions would be appreciated.
Though by the end of this chapter, I will be doing a little announcement for this story to make it interesting.
Now for the disclaimer: I do not own, except my OCs, Fairy Tail or the Fate series. All rights belong to their respective owners.
Now let's get this party started… BEGIN!
Chapter 1: It's All in the Cards
"Mmm…"
Where am I?
Why does this feel like grass?
And why am I talking to myself in my head?
"What happened…?" I pondered, opening my eyes to see the bright blue sky.
Sitting up, I felt grass in my grip even as a cool breeze caressed my skin and realized…I was in a forest.
"How did…I get outside?" I wondered aloud then examined my body. I was dressed in a simple white shirt, red leather jacket, blue jeans, and black shoes. Definitely a simple set of clothing…save for the weird silver gauntlet on my left arm. "What's this thing?"
The strange gauntlet vaguely reminded me of a Duel Disk from Yu-Gi-Oh Arc-V crossed with that gauntlet from Bakugan New Vestroia. There was an empty card slot on the front and also some sort of button. Out of curiosity, I pressed the button and a slide opened up from the back of the gauntlet revealing seven cards. But not just any cards…
"These are…Class Cards?!" I said with utter shock.
Pulling the seven cards out, I noticed that each of them were of the seven Main Classes of Servants: Saber, Lancer, Archer, Rider, Berserker, Caster, and Assassin.
I wonder why I have these?
"EEYAAAAAH!"
The cries of a woman drew my attention. Someone was in danger! I don't know what the hell is going on or why I'm even here but I can't just ignore someone in trouble.
"Curse my sense of justice…" I muttered to myself as I stood up after returning the cards to the case slot, dusted my pants off, and ran towards the source of the scream.
But what I forgot was…
"WHY THE HELL ARE THERE SO MANY GODDAMN BRANCHES!" I roared out in annoyance as I pushed aside branch after branch even with some hitting me on the face.
"Arghhh! Help me! Someone help me!" The voice of the woman that screamed seemed closer now.
"Come on, lady! Give us what ya got or you're gonna get hurt!" The voice of a gruff, older man shouted, demanding the woman to hand her belongings.
"Yeah! Hand over all the lacrima ya got!" A young, more hillbilly-esque in his accent. "Come on, we ain't got all day 'ere! Give us the goods!"
A mugging? Out here? Wait, did I hear one of them say lacrima?
Where have I heard that before?
I shook my head. I couldn't focus on that right now. That woman is in trouble and my parents didn't raise me to ignore someone that needs help!
Bursting from a brussel of bushes, I came upon the scene of a young woman who seemed to be in her late twenties and wearing…pretty old-styled clothing.
Her would-be muggers were a group of five that looked like they were stereotypical bandits. Like something from an RPG. They even have swords, knives, and even an axe. Weird…
"Hold it right there!" I called out, getting their attention.
"Boss! We got 'nother one!" The hillbilly called over his boss; he had semi-armored plates on his forearms and shins and had a distinct scar across his face.
"Oh? What do we got here? Some sorta hero?" The bandit leader asked mirthfully, a cocky smirk spreading across his face. "He's probably a passerby, he ain't look like much, apart from the shiny little gauntlet he's got." He assured his crew, looking directly at my left arm.
Seriously? Mocking me?
"Okay, I'm only gonna say this once. Leave the pretty lady alone." I told them.
"Ha! And if we don't, brat?" The boss of the bandits sneered. Who the hell is he calling a brat!?
Despite the annoyed twitch of my brow, I glared at the man. "I beat the ever-loving crap out of you." I said, cracking my knuckles.
This brought a round of laughter from the bastards. "You got a lotta guts, kid!" The boss said with a cruel grin. "How about you leave that shiny gauntlet of yours and scurry on home to your mommy before you get hurt."
…Arrogant pig…
"You just signed your death warrant." I said darkly.
"Huh?"
Without even looking, the back of the gauntlet opened, allowing me to take one of the seven cards between my index and middle fingers. A smirk formed on my face as a slot opened directly into the faceplate.
"Class Card, set!" I declared, placing my desired card in the slot then it closed automatically as the gauntlet began to glow with red runes while a crimson alchemical circle appeared beneath me. "Verto!"
INSTALL: ARCHER
Then my world was bathed in light…
(3rd POV)
All present shielded their eyes as the light show grew brighter for a solid minute.
"So bright…!" The hillbilly complained.
"What's up with this kid!?" Another bandit pondered in shock.
"The brat's a damn Wizard!" The boss called out.
When the light died down, the bandits were able to fully see now. However, instead of the brat with the silver gauntlet, they were faced with a different figure altogether.
The man in front of them stood at 187cm with short white hair swept backwards, gray eyes and tanned skin. He wore a black body armor made from a special material that has yet to be discovered by mankind as of the present time, which consisted of a black tight and sleeveless shirt with silver accents which outlined his muscles and a metal plate on his collar, and black pants that had two black straps on his thighs, and another two strapped around his shins separate from each other. He wears black metal plated shoes, which appear to be attached to his trousers. A red coat that is a type of holy shroud, which were actually two separate sleeves connected by a metal plate at the back which covered his arms and was cut off showing his upper torso and midriff, and had a separate red open skirt which ended above his shins with the top fashioned and tied with an agemaki knot, covered by a silver metal plate.
"Who the hell is that!?" One of the bandits questioned.
"Don't start pissing yourselves! It's that brat! He's some sort of Take-Over Mage!" The boss shouted as his gang brought up their weapons.
The newcomer popped his neck and adjusted his body, releasing popping noises with each swing of his arms. "Yare, yare…so this is what a Heroic Spirit's body feels like. Gotta say, I could get used to this." A cocky smirk appeared on the man's face.
"The hell are you?!"
"Who am I?" The man repeated. "Hmmm…who am I indeed…" He fake pondered to himself. "Hm…just call me Archer. For it will be the last name you ever hear."
"Eh? You don't look like a bowman." One of the bandits said in disbelief.
"True," Archer shrugged before light formed in his palms to form a pair of dao short swords that had a yin-yang motif. "But you won't be around to question it."
*SLASH!*
"Eh…?" One of the bandits got out, before looking to his right seeing that his hand got cut off. Only then did the pain and realization hit him at the same time. "EYARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!"
"Shut up already." Archer casually said in annoyance before kicking the screaming man unconscious. He turned his gray orbs to the rest of the bandits. "Who's next?"
"Kill him!" The boss ordered.
"Amateurs…"
*WHACK! POW! SLAM! BANG!*
Archer wasted little time as he had already either punched, kicked, and/or chopped the other bandits unconscious, leaving the leader standing. "Hope you're a better challenge than the rest of these wimps."
"You bastard…" The boss of the bandits snarled before his eyes gleamed over to the defenseless woman and immediately made a break for her, grabbing her by the lapel of her dress, and holding her out in front of him like a human shield. "Don't move, you freak!"
Archer made to advance but hesitated when the boss edged the blade of a knife near the woman's throat. "Coward…" He growled.
"You just stay right there! Drop your weapons! Do it, or I'll kill her!" The boss threatened as tears pooled down the woman's cheeks.
"You're even more of an idiot than I thought. You'd kill her even if I did…" Archer frowned.
"You really wanna take that chance, pal?" The bandit leader smirked, pressing the blade closer to his hostage's neck.
The Heroic Spirit glared at the man…before dropping his yin-yang swords to the ground. "Happy?"
"Very," The leader smirked before he took the blade between his fingers and threw it at Archer's head, the woman watching in horror as her savior was knocked back. "Ha! Take that, you bastard! No one messes with-"
"Was that supposed to hurt?"
"Huh?" The bandit leader said as to his horror, as Archer got back up and immediately pulled the knife out of his head to which the wound then instantly healed. "HOW THE HELL ARE YOU STILL ALIVE!?" He shouted, flabbergasted.
"That barely made a dent in my head." Archer casually said. Then in a burst of blue light, a black bow appeared in his left hand. "Let me show you my response to that."
"Hey, did you forget that I have a-" Before he knew it, the bandit leader was suddenly jerked back from a hard impact to his left shoulder. It was only when he glanced at his shoulder…that he noticed the black arrow he hadn't seen Archer even draw.
"No, I didn't forget. I just needed a good enough angle to get you away from your hostage." Archer said with a mocking smirk on his face.
"Argh! You bastard!" Before he could process what happened next, Archer shot another arrow to his shoulder. "Gahhh!"
"Last chance. Back off, or I aim for your head. And trust me. I won't miss it." The white-haired man warned.
"Damn you!" The bandit leader growled before he ran off into the forest, leaving his unconscious men behind as well as the red-garbed bastard that stopped him. "This isn't over! I will have my revenge on you!"
"Hm, for some reason, I don't think so." Archer said as he dismissed his bow then looked at the bleeding forms of the other bandits. "Well, much as I don't want to, I better tie you idiots up."
(1st POV)
After using Projection to form a thick enough rope to tie up and bind the bandits together for the proper authorities, I felt something in me pulse once then twice. Three times. Four. And on the final pulse…
…I was back to my original form after a burst of golden particles. The Archer card ejecting out of the gauntlet, which I caught in my hand. After that, I felt…drained. Like I had run a marathon for over an hour, leaving me a panting mess.
Damn, that's exhausting as hell.
*GRUMBLE!*
"Ughhhh… hungry…" I groaned.
"Um…" The woman I rescued approached me. "Sir Archer, I wanted to thank you for saving me."
"Oh," A sheepish grin formed on my face as I rubbed the back of my head. "It was nothing. And, uh, Archer is one of my…alter-egos."
"Eh?"
Right, from what I heard before I transformed, they thought I was a Take-Over Mage. That particular term is something I only heard of from one particular series: Fairy Tail.
"Think of him as a Take-Over." I explained.
"O-Oh, I see."
"Sorry, but is there a restaurant nearby? I could really use something to eat." I chuckled.
The woman gasped, "Oh, I actually work at one of Magnolia Town's best restaurants! I could tell my boss to give you a meal."
"REALLY!?" I exclaimed with (and I shit you not) literal stars in my eyes.
"Uh, y-yeah," The woman sweatdropped.
"P-Please! Lead the way!"
*GRUMBLE!*
And just like that, I fell face-first to the ground. "Uh…could you drag me there?" I asked weakly.
And there it was.
The town of Magnolia.
The merchant city-like town with a population of at least 60,000. And home to the craziest guild in all of Fiore, Fairy Tail.
And I was currently in one of Magnolia's best restaurants…gorging myself on a variety of dishes with all the grace of a hungry wolf. Damn, I was soooooo hungry. But the food is delicious!
"Thank you so much for helping my employee, good sir." The boss and chef of the restaurant, looking like one of those stereotypical French chefs, smiled at me while twirling his thin mustache.
"It was no problem. She was in trouble and I was nearby." I replied, drinking a mug full of ice cold water.
"I thank you all the same. You're more than welcome to come to my restaurant any time. Free of charge."
"REALLY?!" I asked excitedly. YES! FREE FOOD AT THE BEST RESTAURANT EVER!
"Of course! I value my employees like family! And my customers too! In fact, one of my regulars should be here as well. She comes from Fairy Tail."
I raised a brow. "Oh? Is it someone notable?" I asked.
"Of course! It is Erza Scarlet!"
…
…
…
What?
"I-I'm sorry, did you just say… Erza Scarlet? As in Titania, Erza Scarlet?"
"Is there any other? Oh, there she is now. Hello, Miss Erza!" The chef greeted someone that entered the restaurant.
She was a young woman with long, scarlet hair and brown eyes, as well as a slender, voluptuous figure that screamed "amazing." And her attire consists of a custom-made armor, a blue skirt, black boots, and diamond shaped silver earrings as part of her bangs were covering the other eye.
I am this close to squealing like a little fangirl!
Don't judge me! Erza is awesome!
"Good afternoon, chef." Erza greeted with a smile. "My usual, please."
"I already have a slice waiting for you." The chef said happily.
"Y-You're… you're…" I said, shakingly pointing at her.
"Hm?" Erza looked at me. "Yes?"
*ZIP*
"CAN I HAVE YOUR AUTOGRAPH?!" I shouted after zipping over the table and grasping her hand with both of mine.
"Eh?"
"I AM A HUGE FAN OF YOURS! YOU'RE SO COOL AND AWESOME! I JUST LOVE THE WAY YOU BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF NATSU AND GRAY FOR NO REASON!"
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…
…
Crap, I fucked up…
"I'm sorry but…are you one of those stalkers?" She asked me in the most innocent way.
"Gawk!" I choked in surprise as I backed away comically. "NO! NO! It's just… I've heard stories about you and… I had to see for myself."
"Oh, I see. Forgive me, I didn't mean to offend you." Erza apologized.
"It's cool. I, uh, came on a little strong for my own good." I said with a sheepish chuckle. "But it's a real honor to meet you, Miss Erza."
"Likewise. You are…"
"Oh right. Sorry, the name's Holmes, Chris Holmes. I'm a…freelance Mage." I replied.
"Oh, is that so?" Erza raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, I just got into town recently and looking for work." I said. "I don't suppose…you have a job opening at Fairy Tail, do ya?"
Okay, look, I know I'm bullshiting this one, but I literally isekai to Fairy Tail here for whatever reason with a gauntlet that lets me become Servants. Can ya blame me?
"Hm, I'm not sure. No offense, but you don't look particularly strong." Erza said.
…Ow, my pride…
Look no further than my head hung over and a metaphorical rain cloud over my head, raining heavily over me. "It's okay… I'm fine. None taken… it's totally fine…" I moaned in despair. Even Erza sweatdropped at this. "I'm just a measly Takeover Card Mage… nothing special…"
"Takeover… Card Mage?" Erza got out.
"Well, it's a cross between the two." I explained as I brought up my gauntlet and opened the back to pull out the Archer Class Card. "You see, my particular brand of Magic is something I call Heroic Soul Magic. These cards hold the souls of legendary heroes and warriors then by placing a card in my gauntlet, I use my body as a catalyst to become the summoned hero, or a Heroic Spirit."
"Hmmmm…interesting." Erza nodded.
Yes, this could be my chance to join Fairy Tail! I just gotta keep selling!
"And, not to brag, but depending on the Class that I use, I could be the most powerful warrior in the land." I added.
"Is that right?" Erza nodded.
"If you hire me, then I can make Fairy Tail even better!" Surely, this could work.
Erza closed her eyes, "Being a member of Fairy Tail is more than a simple hiring process."
…
…
"Say what?" I asked.
"You have to earn your way."
*SHING!*
"Erza, no! Put that away!" The chef snapped, seeing Erza had drawn out her sword. "Remember the last time you did this?!"
"Hm?" Erza looked at the chef in confusion. Then gasped in realization. "You're right. I am such a fool." She dismissed her sword and bowed apologetically at me and the chef. "Forgive me! I should not have even thought of starting a battle in this restaurant. Please, strike me as my punishment."
"Miss Erza, there's no need for-" The chef tried to say.
"Okay." I said casually.
"Huh?!" The chef got out. "You can't possibly-"
Without a hint of hesitancy, I reached out towards Erza, who braced herself to be hit…before I flicked her forehead, drawing a cute yelp from her. "There we go. You've been punished." I stated.
"Eh?"
"What? Don't tell me you were actually expecting a punch to the face, were you? That's just not my style." Besides, my mama raised me to be a gentleman. I would never strike a lady…unless she hit me first for no reason. Then I'll hit her.
"Uh, right," Erza regained her composure. "In any case, your evaluation will have to be at the guild hall."
"Cool!"
"But first… let me at least do what I came here to do." Erza said. "Chef, the usual."
"At once," The chef zipped into the kitchen then came back in a split second (damn, that's fast) and was holding a plate with a slice of strawberry cake.
"You…came here for cake?" I said, carefully. I knew she had a sweet tooth for cake but…seriously?
"Of course, strawberry cake is life!" Erza said with an enthusiastic comical look.
"Why does that look so cute?" I said to myself.
LINE BREAK
"Whoa…" I said, awed by the majesty of the Fairy Tail guild hall. "It's even cooler up close."
It took on a shape reminiscent of a pagoda, with each floor being smaller than the one below it and sitting on the latter's roof. The roofs also bore great resemblance to those of real pagoda, consisting of extremely long, arched tiles lined up one after the other and possessing simple curved protrusions jutting upwards on the building's angles. On the highest roof, topping the summit of the building, sat a simple, round and pointed dome, highly reminiscent of those seen on Arabian buildings, which bore a flag on its point. The roof below the one with the dome, the middle one, housed a large banner with a symbol on it, held up by a pair of vertical poles. The building's large entrance was again Arabian in design, with its shape being reminiscent of that of the dome on the summit, and above it was the guild's name, topped by a protruding, stylized heart shape and flanked by a pair of carved fairies. Stylized heart shapes were also visible on the frames of the numerous, large pentagonal windows located on each floor, with the top floor housing smaller, arched windows partially covered by banners.
Beside me, Erza smiled, "Yes, our guild hall is quite impressive. But all of my guild members consider this our home." She seemed to be reminiscing. "Shall we head inside?"
"Uh, yeah." I nodded in reply.
Erza gestured for me to go in, which I did, but as soon as I entered- OH SHIT! FLYING TABLE!
I immediately ducked, allowing the table to soar over me while I shouted in comical anger at Erza. "WHAT THE HELL!? DID YOU KNOW THAT WAS GONNA HAPPEN?!"
"No."
BULLSHIT! YOU TOTALLY DID!
Erza casually stepped in and said, "I have returned." Almost instantly, all the fighting inside the guild hall came to a stop.
Wow, Demon Erza is in the house.
"I have brought a potential member for the guild. Has anyone seen the Master?" Erza asked after I followed her in.
"Oh, he's out right now, Erza." I heard the sweet, feminine voice of a certain barmaid and poster girl for Fairy Tail. "Who is this potential member?"
I leaned over Erza's shoulder, "Hello!" I said with a casual wave.
Yes. There she was. Mirajane Strauss. That long, white hair, the short, upward ponytail, her large blue eyes and a curvy, voluptuous body, and large breasts. And that maroon dress made her all the more fine.
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…
*ZIP*
Instantly, I was casually leaning over the bar and giving Mirajane my most charming smile. "Hello~, good-looking." I flirted. "I didn't know I was in Heaven because I'm seeing an angel right in front of me."
"Oh, my, aren't you a charmer?" Mirajane said with a giggle.
*C-R-RACK! C-R-RACK!*
"Ho~? Trying to hit on my sister are you? That's not manly at all."
…Shit.
"Please tell me there isn't an angry giant behind me." I said to Mirajane with sweat dripping down my face.
"Oh don't worry, it's just my little brother Elfman being overprotective again."
HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT WITH A SMILE?!
Slowly, I turn my head to see the inevitable protective brother of the Strauss siblings. A giant of a man with a mass of spiky white hair, tan skin, and dark eyes. He wore an outfit that reminded me of a Japanese high school hooligan.
"Uh…hi?" I said, sheepishly. "Please don't break my legs."
"Oh, your legs are the least of your worries." Elfman grinned predatorily, cracking his knuckles even more.
"Uh, Erza, little help, please?" I whimpered, looking to the redhead for assistance. "I can't do the evaluation if I end up in the hospital prematurely!"
But to my horror, she was sitting in a chair, drinking tea. "Hm? What are you talking about? He'll be your evaluation."
WHAT THE FUCK!
"You're joking, right?" I asked, feeling a dangerous pressure surrounding me. "Erza? Uh, Erza!"
A large hand grasped my shoulder, freezing me in place. "How about you and I step outside?"
…I wanna go home…
"I hope you're ready, newbie!" Elfman growled from across the open street as he casually flexed his arms. "You're about to know what it means to be a real man!"
"I'd rather not…" I mumbled, my right hand on my gauntlet (I gotta come up with a better name for it) as my anxiety went up.
And wouldn't you know it, we drew a crowd. I think I saw that little blue cat, Happy…betting on Elfman to win!?
"Hey, before we begin, I want you to know this!" Elfman shouted, surprising me. "My sister means everything to me! And I didn't appreciate some random guy casually flirting with her like that! So don't expect me to hold back on you!"
Really? I was expecting some other kind of reason but…jealous little brother is not really top-tier. "If it makes ya feel better, I probably wouldn't have had a shot." I replied.
"You're damn right, you wouldn't!" Elfman easily agreed.
Now he's just rubbing salt in the wound. "You didn't have to rub it in, you big gorilla." I growled.
"What'd you call me!?"
"You heard me loud and clear!" Came the retort.
"Begin when you're ready." Erza told me and my opponent.
A swift gesture of my right hand already had the back of my gauntlet open to reveal the cards. Knowing Elfman, he'll rely on brute strength. Meaning I'll need speed and agility.
"Class Card, set!" I declared, placing my desired card into the open slot of the gauntlet, which closed automatically as the gauntlet began to glow with red runes while a crimson alchemical circle appeared beneath me. "Verto!"
INSTALL: RIDER
Then the world became bathed in light once more.
I 'felt' my physical body change, morphing into the desired form. Memories filled my thoughts of battles long fought, faces I've never met, and experiences I have not gained.
Then a single name popped into my head. The name of the Heroic Spirit within the Rider card…
…Achilles.
(3rd POV)
When the glow subsided, all present focused on Chris's position. However, instead of the potential new member, it was a different man entirely.
He has spiky green hair that stands up except for a single bang that hangs over the left side of his face. His golden eyes gleamed like a raptor, possessing a strong and firm build, and the lack of any appearance of crudeness. While his face is pleasing to the eyes, it is not like the knights of old whose courteousness softened the hearts of noble ladies. He wore armor on the upper part of his body that covered a black shirt, black pants with two sets of straps on both legs, black gauntlets with silver markings, plate boots, and greaves. The chest piece of his silver armor also features a bird. An orange cloth is wrapped loosely around his body. In his right hand is a spear of sturdy design and seemed more suitable as a javelin.
"Who the heck is that?!" One of the Fairy Tail members asked.
"Don't worry, it's still me." The mysterious man said as he casually shouldered his spear while producing a cocky grin. "It's part of my Magic called Heroic Soul Magic. It's a combination of Take-Over and Card Magic that allows me to become a legendary hero from the past. My current Class is Rider, so…call me that for now."
"That's a stupid name." Elfman commented.
"You'd know all about being stupid, wouldn't you?" Rider taunted.
"The hell you say!?" Elfman shouted angrily.
Rider smirked, "I strike a nerve, buddy?" He gestured with his hand in a come hither manner. "Then come at me."
Elfman snarled before a magic sigil appeared on his right arm. "Beast Arm: Iron Bull!" The circle surrounded his arm then it changed into that of a large beast's arm composed of metal, which is somehow similar to a gauntlet, sporting plates and different lines of bolts.
Rider's grin turned predatory. "Good. Let's see how tough you are!" He said before lunging at Elfman, who followed the same way. Both the transformed warrior and the Take-Over Mage met in the middle as spear and beastly iron collided in the center.
A powerful Shockwave erupted from the collision, nearly knocking all those present to the ground.
"Holy hell! That's some power!" A Fairy Tail member exclaimed in shock.
"This kid might be just as destructive as Natsu!" Another added.
"That's a scary thought…"
Rider swung his spear in a wide motion at Elfman's head, forcing the man to use his iron arm to block the attack as sparks erupted from the impact. "Tch," The transformed warrior clicked his tongue in annoyance. "That arm of yours is annoying."
"My Iron Bull Beast Arm is one of my most durable arms! Not only does it increase my physical strength but it also gives me a solid defense against blades." Elfman said with a smug grin as he knocked the spear back then used that opening to punch Rider directly in the face. The force sent him flying before he recovered in mid-air and landed on his armored boots. However, when he stood up, his opponent gasped in shock, "What the-!?"
Rider's face didn't even have a bruise. In fact, the green-haired man had an amused grin on his face.
"How the hell is your face not all busted up!?" Elfman questioned.
"Hm, probably because of the hero I'm currently in the form of." Rider said with a nonchalant shrug. "I said my Class was Rider but…the True Name of this form is Achilles, the Impenetrable Hero of the Trojan War."
"Never heard of him." Elfman said bluntly.
This only made Rider's smirk widen. "Good. Means I don't have to worry about you knowing my weaknesses. But…I'll tell you right now." He spun his spear and wielded it with both hands. "You won't be able to beat me."
"That's what you think!" Elfman snapped as he charged at him.
"Wrong. It's what I know." Rider said as he merely spun away to the side to dodge. "And you really are as dumb as you look." With a simple movement, the Hero of the Trojan War slammed his left foot into Elfman's back, making sure to pull back on his Heroic Spirit strength so he didn't accidentally snap his spine.
"Grk!" Elfman grunted in pain as he was sent face-first to the ground, skidding in the dirt for a few seconds before stopping.
"Come on! That can't be all you've got!" Rider taunted. "I thought mages in Fairy Tail were tough. Don't tell me that was a lie now?"
Elfman grunted as he got up from the ground, obviously pissed. "Bastard! What kind of a man are you?!"
"Hm? I'm the kind of man that lives his life to the fullest. Whether it be in battle or in a bar. So…" Rider narrowed his raptor-like yellow eyes. "...you better give me a serious fight."
"You want me serious? Then I'll show you how serious! I'll show you how a real man fights!" Elfman shouted, before his body began growing and changing form.
Rider watched with anticipation as Elfman transformed with his arms growing longer, larger and sprouting sharp claws, and he became covered in thick fur, with his abdomen and pectorals prominent in the middle. His hair takes on a mane-like appearance, his ears and canine teeth become pointed, and he grows a pair of striped horns pointing upwards, starting from a plate on his forehead. He also had dark hooves for feet and sharp protrusions sprouting from his shoulders, similar in appearance to his horns.
'So, he has control over the Full-Body Take-Over. Which means it must be after the Phantom Lord Arc.' Rider thought to himself before he entered a battle stance. "So, this is the rumored Beast Soul that I've been hearing about. Well, come on! Show me how a real man fights!" His grin turned predatory before he lunged at the transformed Elfman.
Beast Elfman roared fiercely as he threw a fast haymaker at Rider, forcing him to bring up his spear to block the fist but the force alone sent him flying. He was sent flying across and crashed into several buildings before finally slamming his back against one building that he didn't go through.
When the dust cleared, Rider coughed and spat out blood. "Alright, now we're talking." He grinned.. "To be able to get Achilles to actually cough up blood…he's definitely strong." He wiped away the blood as the air around him began to surround and coil. "Time to get serious." In the blink of an eye, he kicked off from the hole he made, the momentum causing an even bigger hold to form as he took off like a shooting star towards Elfman. The Beast only saw a flying green light before his cheek suddenly erupted in pain after Rider delivered the strongest kick he could give, knocking Elfman's large form to the ground.
"Whoa! With one kick, that Rider guy knocked Elfman in a Full-Body Take-Over on his back!" Macao, a Fairy Tail wizard and a father, exclaimed.
"No way! Who is this guy?" Romeo, Macao's young son asked incredulously, looking on in shock and awe.
"Gotta say, big guy." Rider said, popping his neck. "You actually made me bleed. That's a feat no man has ever achieved. I mean, this hero is a freaking demigod with impenetrable skin!"
"Grrgh…demigod? The hell are you going on about?" Elfman growled as he slowly got up to his feet.
"Oh, Achilles, that's me right now, is the son of a human and a goddess. Making him half-god. He was trained by a centaur and lived his life fighting. He's actually one of the most famous heroes of his land." Rider explained nonchalantly. "Did I forget to mention his invulnerable body?"
"Well then, I guess I'll be able to smash you sooner than I thought." Elfman said, as he cracked his knuckles.
"Then come at me, big boy. If you even have the balls to do it." Rider taunted.
"You cocky little-!" Elfman brought back a beastly arm and threw it forward in an effort to crush the hero beneath it. When his fist made contact, he grinned before gasping, "What the-"
Rider smirked as he stood in place holding back Elfman's fist…with only his hand. "Playtime is over, pal. Time for me to get serious." Faster than the eye could blink, he was standing on the ground one second then in the next he was in the air in front of Elfman's face…with his fist flying directly towards it. Elfman only had time to gasp before the fist slammed into his face, knocking him towards the ground as a cloud of dust kicked up.
"Game, set, and match…" Rider sighed, dusting his hands off.
When the dust cleared, Elfman was groaning. He had reverted back to his human form, but was struggling to get up. "Don't you dare think… that will put me down…" Elfman panted.
"Hoo~?" Rider raised an eyebrow in interest.
"Because a real man… never stays down!" Elfman said, as he was finally back up on his feet. "I'm part of the strongest and manliest guild in all of Fiore! Fairy Tail!"
"I respect that!" Rider declared. "That makes fighting you even better!"
"Then come at me! Unless you have the balls to do it!" Elfman parroted the same taunt.
"You want it? You got it!" Rider grinned as he immediately rushed towards Elfman who threw back his arm for a punch when the former did the same. But as soon as they were about to make contact…
*WOOSH!*
"Enough!" A small old man in a colorful outfit declared, forcing Rider and Elfman to stop. "What's going on out here?!"
"Ahh! Master!" Elfman freaked out.
"Master?" Rider got out, looking at the midget of an old man. "Oh, you must be Makarov."
The small man raised a brow at Rider. "Indeed I am. And you would be?"
"Oh, one moment," Rider said before his body glowed for a moment before it revealed his original form. "Yo, Chris Holmes. I came to join Fairy Tail."
"Hmmm?!" Makarov looked at him with a Joseph Joestar sus look at his magic. "What kind of magic is that?"
"Heroic Soul Magic. It's like Take-Over Magic crossed with Card Magic. It lets me assume the form of a legendary hero." Chris explained.
"Is that so? And this fight…"
"Erza tested me by having me fight Elfman."
Makarov facepalmed at this. He should've known…
"There's no need to blame them. I wanted to join and you weren't here. So, this evaluation fight seemed the best way for everyone to see what I could do." Chris assured the Guild Master.
"I see." Makarov nodded. "In that case, I will consider your request to join after I have a word with Erza about this. Until then, make yourself at home."
Chris nodded, "Thank you very much."
"Now then. Erza, could I speak with you in private?" Makarov asked.
(1st POV)
"Hey, there!"
I blinked in confusion when I was suddenly met with a familiar head of spiky, pink hair and beady dark eyes. "Uh…"
There he was, the poster boy of Fairy Tail himself, Natsu Dragneel. Always having the scarf around his neck and grinning like the total idiotic simpleton he is. Yep. Totally him. I could ask him for an autograph, but I'm gonna hold back.
"That Magic of yours is pretty cool! How many of those guys can you be?" Natsu asked me.
"Uh, seven?" I replied.
"Cool! I wanna fight all of 'em!"
"Huh?!" I gawked at him. Man, I knew he was crazy, but seeing him crazy first-hand is something different altogether.
"Natsu! Don't just ask someone to fight you after they already went through a battle!" And here comes the busty, curvaceous blonde Celestial Wizard herself. Lucy Heartfilia.
"Why not?" Natsu pouted. "We all saw that Rider guy and he's some semigod."
"Demigod." Lucy and I corrected him.
"Whatever! Let's fight!"
"No." I deadpanned.
"Oh c'mon, please?"
"I said no."
"Whatever, I still wanna fight them!"
"And I say, no. Sorry, Natsu, but using a Heroic Spirit drains me of my energy." I explained. "My Rider form was strong and such strength comes at a price."
"What do you mean?" Lucy asked me.
Sheepishly, I rubbed the back of my head. "To be honest, I was a second away from turning back to normal against Elfman but Rider's battle-lust managed to override that for a bit. If the Guild Master hadn't stepped in, I'd be a red smear on the ground right now."
"So your magic has a limit?" Lucy pondered.
"That's right." I nodded. "So far, I only used Archer and Rider but the magical drain from using them is strong. I only managed to recover energy by eating a lot."
"I see."
"Oh right, my name's Chris Holmes. It's nice to meet such a lovely lady like yourself." I said, holding her hand to kiss it.
The reaction was instantaneous. The blonde girl immediately blushed from my gentlemanly gesture and stuttered over her words. "L-L-Lucy Heartfilia. Um, nice to meet you."
"Likewise." I smirked.
"Hehe~ Lucy liiiiikes-"
*WHACK!*
…Did I just see Happy flying through the air?
"Shut up, you stupid cat!" Lucy exclaimed, her face cherry red from embarrassment.
"Uh…" I stared at the Celestial Wizard for a solid minute. Lucy looked at me and was still flustered, waving her arms frantically.
"I-I-It's nothing! Just that cat being stupid is all!" Lucy stuttered.
"O-kay…" I said before looking at my gauntlet, examining not only it but also the Class Cards. I noticed that my Archer and Rider cards became EMIYA and Achilles while the rest of them remained blank. Does this mean whatever Servant I think of, it's locked in and I can't change it?
"What're those?" Natsu suddenly asked with his head right beside mine.
"Personal space, man." I said with a scowl. "To answer your question, these are my Class Cards."
"Class cards?"
"Yeah, they're what let me use my magic, though I only unlocked 2 of the 7."
"Is that why it only shows the images of these two?" Lucy piped in, gesturing to Nameless and Achilles.
"That's right. Archer and Rider are the only ones I've used so far." I replied.
"Why do you keep calling them that?" Happy pondered with a fish in his mouth…not even gonna ask where he got it.
"Because that's their profession. It also alludes to what kind of weapons or magic they use."
"So, Archer is obviously a bowman. And I'm guessing Rider is…a cavalryman?" Lucy theorized, earning her a nod from me. "Wait, what about the other five?"
"That would be Saber, Lancer, Berserker, Caster, and Assassin." I answered. "I'm sure you can figure out what they are just from those names alone."
Lucy tapped her chin as she examined the pictures of the five aforementioned cards. "Saber is obviously someone that specializes in swordsmanship. Lancer, I guess, uses a spear. Berserker sounds like Natsu but crazier. Caster sounds like a strong wizard. Assassin is…well, an assassin."
"Yep, on all accounts." I replied.
"And you can turn into any one of them?"
"Yep. Given the type of situation I'm in." I shrugged.
"Does it…hurt?" She asked.
"Not really. Except for a migraine when I suddenly get the hero's memories and combat experience fed into my brain."
*GRUMBLE!*
"…and getting hungry right after…" I mumbled.
"Well, I'm sure Mirajane can whip something up for ya." Lucy smiled.
"Here's hoping she can make a buffet. Because I'm so hungry, I could eat a dragon." I stated.
"You're exaggerating." Lucy said dryly.
"I am not." I said bluntly. "Like seriously, my metabolism is off the charts. I need lots of food."
"And I thought Natsu was a glutton." Lucy mumbled.
"Don't compare me to this idiot." I said bluntly, gesturing at Natsu.
"Who are you calling an idiot?!"
"I am."
"You wanna go punk?!"
"No. Cause I'm hungry. And I'm not sharing my food with you."
"I don't want any of your food, stingy bastard!"
"You're lying to yourself."
"I'm not!"
"Oh, so then you're not gonna get the Honey-Roasted BBQ Pork that Mirajane's gonna cook for me?"
…
…
…
Yep, there's the drooling maw. "Honey…roasted…BBQ…pork…" Natsu said with barely contained anticipation.
"Exactly, my point." I said, before turning to the Celestial Wizard. "So Lucy, wanna have lunch with me?"
"Eh?" The blonde looked at me in surprise.
"Wow! He's going for it!" Happy said with awe.
"I wanna get to know my future guildmate." I said. "So what better way than to have lunch with them? Besides, I'm not sharing it with Natsu anyway."
"You're such a jerk!" Natsu exclaimed in comical anger.
"So, your answer?" I asked, ignoring Natsu's complaints.
"Uh…sure, I'd like to." Lucy said sheepishly with a blush.
"Hey, don't ignore me!" Natsu cried out.
I think I'm gonna like being a part of Fairy Tail.
A/N: And there's the end of the first chapter.
Now just for your information, using the Class Cards and the Gauntlet (still gotta come up with a better name) was the perfect way to make it seem like the main character wasn't OP, despite having the power to use the forms of legendary heroes that could potentially destroy all of Fiore. I based it around the Omnitrix from Ben 10. Like the transformations, there's a time limit. Depending on how strong the Heroic Spirit is, it could last for as long as five to ten minutes. Less, if he uses the Noble Phantasms.
In any case, since this is a fledgling story involving Fairy Tail and Fate, I will be allowing up to four OCs from any of you (the readers) in this fic.
Now, it's only for those who are interested. But I would like at least two male and two female OCs, either of whom can be native to Fiore or from our world. Be as descriptive as you can. I will be putting up an example as well as a Servant List to give you an idea on what I require. Because the Servants you choose are locked. You cannot get any other Servants.
Now, here's an example:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Alignment: (ex: Lawful Good, Chaotic Evil, True Neutral)
Homeworld:
Guild: (Your Decision)
Appearance:
Personality:
Outfit:
Sexuality: (Optional)
Arc Appearance: (When you would like them to arrive in the story)
[Servant List]
Saber:
Archer:
Lancer:
Rider:
Berserker:
Caster:
Assassin:
Extra Class: (Optional)
Now just a heads-up, you cannot choose two of the same Heroic Spirit in different Classes. That means if you choose Lancer Cu, you cannot have Caster Cu or Berserker Cu. It's just to make things fair for everyone and allow them to use their favorite characters. However, if there are petitions that have the same exact Servant, whoever posted first, gets that Servant.
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Peace out, everyone!