[Fate] The Golden Throne

Full of all kinds of OOC headcanons and inexplicable stuff. Ai Sang needs to lay off the medicine. Heroic Spirit projections, memories of other battles, New Gil x Old Gil / selfcest #You thought the title of the World's Oldest Chuunibyou King was a joke, mongrel?!# The King of Heroes, summoned in response to the coming of the Holy Grail, stares expressionlessly at the Heroic Spirit Archer, who is flirting with a high school girl. He can truly feel the world's boundless malice. It would have been bad enough if Servants and Masters weren't involved, but what the hell is with shoving this king into a human body for no reason?! And most importantly, does this Archer class guy really have nothing to do with me?! ...But he really is delicious... #Another me in this world, another me~# #The narcissistic King of Heroes is going to love himself right today, too~# #My sympathies to that poor guy who's forever tangled up with the Saber team~# "Let the inferno rain down from the heavens!" "The raging tides of Napishtim come crashing in!" The other self who had come into this world laughed, like a victor chosen by fate. The steadfast swordswoman swung her holy sword and cried out the name of victory. "Excalibur!" The visitor beyond all standards cast off his restraints and raised his arm. "Enkidu." Their equally vivid red eyes reflected one another. The golden king smiled, his true smile at last. An exposed identity. A Heroic Spirit summoned twice. A banishment that refused to let them coexist. "Go and reclaim what belongs to the king." He said, "And then..." One last time, I held you close, the me who claimed you as his own. On the Throne of Heroes, a book closed, and the king remained as indifferent as ever. Goodbye. May we never meet again.