Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Fate/Stay Night, Or Any Subsequent Pieces Of Fiction There In. This Is Purely

Disclaimer: I do not own Fate/Stay Night, Or any subsequent pieces of fiction there in. This is purely a fictional work by an amateur Fanfiction Author.

Fate/Stay Night: Shattered Destinys

Chapter 0: History doesn’t repeat, it merely rhymes

Shirou’s eyes snapped open, his hand clutching at his heart, breath labored from the nightmare he had escaped.

He was there again, the hell that had ruined and changed him, a Crucible for the man he’d become. That was the norm, he’d never allow himself to forget that night, he didn’t deserve to be saved from it.

What most certainly wasn’t normal was the man shadowing him. Like a shadow cloaked in darkness, nothing distinguishing him from any other. The man stepped toward him, grasping his arm.

“Hey, that’s hell you're walking into”

The most memorable part of his dream. Made all the strangers by the fact it was the last thing he heard.

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“Mhmm damnit, 5 more minutes….”

The alarm didn’t take her advice to heart

Despite her best efforts, the alarm refused to cease its cacophony. It’s harsh ringing penetrating even the thickest blanket. Tohsaka rin was many things;

A first rate magus,

A genius in all but title,

And even a pretty good Bajiquan practitioner,

But never a morning person.

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“Kirei, how is it that a servant of god can justify atrocities against man?”

The king spoke jovially with his partner. In life, he would’ve probably preferred better than a fallen priest, but a contract was a contract, and no True king would ever renege on a promise

“I believe it was a great philosopher who once said…”

The dying child’s final breaths causing only a moment's pause in talk

“… that the only difference between Angels and Devils is often where one stands at the time”

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“You Vile Witch!”

She should have known this would be the outcome, even if he wasn’t a wretched excuse for a mage, no one likes their life being messed with by others.

“Caster, I order you by my command spell, Kill yourself!”

The red Stigmata shone bright as the mana was fully depleted. A smile grew across Atrum’s face, but soured when Medea’s did the same.

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“Sakura, we need to talk”

The hollow eyes of a girl who just wanted to be loved gazed into those of a man who wanted much the same.

“The war will begin soon, you’ll need to prepare for the summoning, grandfather says you should meet him in the cellar”

He visibly tensed whenever he spoke of Zouken, even if he never truly had been harmed by the Lich-patriarch of his family.

She began to disrobe, not like it wasn’t anything shinji hadn’t seen before, and it would be better for everyone if her good clothes weren’t ruined by the worms.

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Illiyasveil gazed onto the morning dew from on high, the windows of the Einzbern castle clear of morning frost.

“My Lady, we’ve found him”

Her smile twisted into a sickly grin, like a mad man who’d just escaped the asylum

“And what did the traitor name him? What did the bastard who killed mother call him?”

She spat the final words out, unladylike and Inpatient.

“His name is Shirou, Shirou Emiya”

And with that, her war had begun.

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Bazett Fraga Mcremitz, bearer of Fragaroich, Master Of Ireland’s child of light, A sealing designated magus of the association….

Complete fool.

Her servant stolen, her pride destroyed, her arm taken, her life…

“Those wounds are grievous”

It wasn’t Cú, it wasn’t that bastard kirei….

“arghh”

He lifted her up into his arms.

“Hold on, your not dying tonight”

She’d never been the religious type, but thanking god is appropriate when you’ve been saved by an angel.

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“I’m running out of patience, and time”

The old lich played with the catalyst, a white ceramic mask, stained with dried blood on both sides.

“Heheh”

The cellar door creaked open, the clack of shoes on cobblestone unmistakable. She was rather quick to come, perhaps in her own twisted way, she was beginning to enjoy these sessions.

Even if she failed him like the others, he’d have his backup.

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Soichiro Kuzuki.

He’d have to keep repeating it to himself or he could ruin his persona. A simple man, teach students, care for the shrine, shepherd Issei. Was it the ideal retirement, no, But it was better than a shallow grave.

The wet soil underfoot squelched with every foot step, his path deviated every night, learning the land, knowing paths, finding places to hide if need be.

And on this night, finding a stranger. Bloody and beaten, she’d probably be dead within the hour, several severe external wounds and more than likely more internal injuries.

Leave her, she’s already gone

Complications get you killed

Yes, she’s more trouble than she’s worth.

But then again….

All people are opportunities waiting to happen

Maybe I’m going soft

He let out an inaudible sigh

“Those Wounds are grievous”

She spat blood onto his suit

He’d made up his mind

“Hold on, your not dying tonight”

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He was Furious, she’s not even blood and he chose her. Who the hell was she to take away his chance at the grail. A filthy whore who won the generic lottery in all aspects.

“I’ll show her and grandfather I can, she’s nothing but a Usurper, a stand in. She’s nothing more than a catalyst”

He’d prove it, to them and all the rest. The Matou, no, The Makiri weren’t out of this race yet.

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Author's note.

I know this is a weird way of doing an intro chapter, but I’m still trying to get the hang of proper writing, I’m no Neoalfa or Coeur Al’Aran yet, so If I can’t out write them, I’ll at least make it interesting.

I wanted to do an intro of general characters who are going to be important, mostly excluding servants. I don’t know if I want to do an intro for servants, as they really shine when interacting with their respective masters and opponents.

As for the story going forward, as the title suggests, I’m trying to only use original source material (the OG visual novel and HAs visual novel along with the various anime and manga) but doing something along the lines of a “what if masters and servants flipped and a couple plot points caused a butterfly effect?” So while it’s going to in parts be treading over some of the same stuff, it’s going to be a bit different in a bunch of ways.

Feel free to suggest ideas or critic, I’d much rather hear hurtful criticism than disappoint people that care.

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Roses are red, that much is true, but violets are purple, not fucking blue.

I’m all for old hermit jaune

A Wannabe Hero

“So… tell me little girl… why have you come to me?”

“I wanted to talk to you.”

“You’ve come all this way just to talk to me? Through forest teeming with Grimm and bandits. You must be bored or something to do all of that just to talk with me. I take it then, that even the new Atlas is still a rather drab and dreary place to live in.”

“How did you know I was from Atlas?”

“Accent; a ‘haughtier than thou,’ tone to be precise. Common in most people from there. Least you don’t seem to be the stick in the mud type… yet.”

“My friends don’t think I am.”

“Well, I’m not your friend, so, I shall be the judge of that. Now then, since you’ve somehow managed to find me, I feel this deserves a reward of sorts. Tell me, what is this question of yours?”

“I… I wanted to hear your side of the story…”

“What story?”

“About how, Salem… died…”

“Ahh… That story… Okay… Why?”

“W-Well… Because, I’ve read everything, everything about how the battle went, From the perspectives of everyone! All of stories from the Hero’s of Team RWBY! The Triumphs of Nora Valkyrie! The bycount by her Husband, Lie Ren. The History of Salem And Ozma, by Oscar Pine. The Tales of the White Witch, Winter Schnee! I’ve read experts from dozens and dozens of sources! From the common, everyday man to the soldier fighting on the frontline! But…”

“But, where is the from the perspective of one, Jaune Arc?”

“Yeah…”

“Haven’t you heard it already? Surely, any one of those stories talk about me. Probably not, Winter’s, but still.”

“The most you find about you is in Nora Valkyrie’s and Lie Ren’s books. But, it’s hard to really tell what’s going on…”

“Because, Nora’s sounds so outlandish to be considered real and Ren’s is so stale, and deadpanned you feel like your reading the ingredients on the side of a box?”

“Yeah… pretty much.”

“Ha… yeah. Nora has always had a rather exuberant personality, while Ren is a very reserved person. It’s actually best to read them at the same time. Nora’s exuberance drags you in and Ren’s realism grounds it all together.”

“I should try that… But wait, what about you?”

“Surely the others said something about me, so there’s no need to hear about such things from me.”

“Ruby Rose’s book talks about how you were a great friend, and sometimes hints that there was more than just friends.”

“Friends; no more and no less.”

“Weiss Schnee, talks about how you were a great strategist and how often your plans saved their lives!”

“Sounds like a statement of fact, than a compliment. Actually, considering it’s, Weiss, that’d be correct.”

“Uhh… Blake Belladonna’s book is described as the most detailed of them all. She often describes you in great detail on how sincere and deep a of person you were.”

“Blake, is a romantic; she tends to over exaggerate things in a more plausible light compared to, Nora. Not to mention we rarely talked; I doubt anything that third rate porn writer said about me was accurate in the slightest.”

“Third rate porn?”

“Ninja’s of Love, was Blake’s favourite book series. Ugh, people called me stupid allot back then. Reading that proved them right…”

“Then, What about, Yang Xiao Long?”

“What about, Yang?”

“Well… actually allot of the times she’s mostly talking about herself and her family. Not anyone else…”

“Yang’s greatest concern through all of that was her family first, her friends second, and everything else after that.”

“Just as I said! Where are you in all of this; what is your story!”

“The Tale of Jaune Arc: The Wannabe Hero?”

“Wannabe…? B-But you are a hero! You saved all of us!”

“Maybe I am, maybe I’m not… Honestly, I can’t tell which of them I am, or if I ever was either to begin with…”

“Then what are you! I want to know, please tell me!”

“Do you really want to know the story of the, ‘Loveable Idiot, Stuck in a Tree?”

“Yes.”

“Haa… Suppose I should let someone else hear about what happened back then, from my perspective. Very well, I’ll tell you.”

“Ohh Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“But, be warned! There are reasons, I’ve kept these things to myself. Not so much because I can’t write them, I’ve thought about them enough times to write them a hundred times over.”

“Then why didn’t you?”

“Because I didn’t want to. Now then, where shall we begin… I suppose as most others do; At our first day as Huntsmen and Huntresses in training, at Beacon Academy~! Back when we were all young and were all fools. Back when the world made sense. Before we, a group a teenagers, would be thrust down into the depths of hell! And told to fight or die! Back to a time, where I wasn’t, Jaune Arc, Hero! No… Back to Jaune Arc, Vomit Boy… Haa… This should be fun…”

Firen Lhain

Season 1

Chapter 1:  About the Faunus

Chapter 2:  Difference

Chapter 3:  Fracture

Chapter 4:  Natation

Chapter 5:  Clothesline

Chapter 6:  Wilder

Chapter 7:  Dark

Chapter 8:  Velvet

Chapter 9:  Yellow Streak

Chapter 10:  Fitness

Chapter 11:  I Am

Chapter 12:  Together

Note:  This runs parallel to Volume 1 of RWBY.

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