Fate Maternal Wishes
 

The stories of great heroes are things of glory, meant to entertain, instruct and inspire the listener, but the lives of said heroes are things of pain. The stress of endless fighting, the dramas and tragedies that are the consequence of trying to reshape the world, the sacrifices required to achive grand goals, all these things take their toll, to the point where many a hero might wish for an ordinary life, like that of the peoples being entertained by their legend. Artoria Pendragon, the King of Knights, the Servant of the Sword, a hero, had such a wish. Having been summoned back to the world of the living the Holy Grail War she had a lived a grand series of adventures battling other heroes for the prize. Now she had won a grand victory, one worthy of her legends, triumphing over the wicked sorcerer Kotimine, the arogrant and cruel primordial "hero" Gilgamesh, and even exorcising Angra Mainyu, the dark spirit that had taken hold of and corrupted the holy grail, leaving it pure and ready to grant the wish that was the prize of the arcance war. Yet in a twist worthy of her bittersweet story, she could feel no joy, for everyone she had come to care about was dead. She was alone and she had only a few minutes before the loss of Shirous sustaining mana caused her magically conjured body to disolve. She'd had another wish when she started this tournament, but now there was only one desire left before the last embers of her existence faded.

"I wish I and everyone I loved would have another chance to live peacefully together."

The representative of the Grail namely Iri smiled. " I understand. However understand that with there after being the way they are the only way this can be done is to rewrite reality so that things won't go the way there fated. This means you and someone dear to your heart shall be removed from the Throne Of Hero's. You shall also lose you gifts. This means you will be your true age. If this is fine then I shall begin. " She explained. With that said Ori smiled and a bright glow swallowed everything. Artoria saw several people begin to form around her in a sleeping state. First came Shirou and shortly afterwards Rin showed up and weirdly enough she was naked. Then again she was currently in the hospital so it made sense. After her came Sakura who do to the Grail war had was in a weird near death state but would be fine now as the crest worms where removed. She to was naked do to being hospitalized. Then to Artoria's suprise Illya was reformed! Perhaps it was do to her desire to have everyone happy including Shirou? Lastly Artoria saw someone she had felt guilty about for the longest time. Mordered reformed. After that Artoria grew tired and fell asleep only to wake up in her grown body in a bed much like the one she used while living with Shirou.

Artoria slowly sat up in bed. It was a very strange feeling, having a body of mortal flesh and blood, rather than a magical body pulsing with the power of her legend. Excalibur was gone, she didn't even need to look around, she could feel its absence, the portion of her soul occupied with the bond to the holy sword feeling empty. She wasn't sure if she should cry at the loss or sigh at the burden relieved. Next to her in bed lay Shirou, his face peaceful in sleep. She smiled, her eyes tearing up with the joy of seeing him alive again. For a few minutes she just sat, watching him sleep, part of her wanting to embrace him and squeeze him. Ultimately she decided to let him sleep, he'd earned some rest after all the battles he'd fought at her side. Rising from the bed her body felt different, taller certainly, but also bulkier, her shoulders seemed a little wide and her chest felt unusually heavy. Still she could still feel the muscles in her arms and legs, the balance and grace and athleticism she'd possesed all her life, so she wasn't to worried. She was, as she'd been told, older, her true age, having lost excaliburs gift of youth. She decided to examine her body in more detail later, for now she wanted to look around the house, to see more of what had changed as a result of her wish. She silently exited the room, leaving Shirou to slumber, and crept down the hall. She saw the doors to the houses guest rooms, which had in the previous time lodged various guests who had stayed with them during the war, and she decided to see if they were still occupied, choosing teh first door she slid it open and stepped inside.

In a odd twist the first thing Artoria found was Tiga somehow sleeping with head phones in her ears and bound in her bed sheet. The very fact see was hear wasn't a issue. The women basically was a unofficial house member who would come and go. The next room over however was pleasing. Rin was asleep on the bed in her usual pajamas. Matter of fact the entire room was different and mirrored Rins bedroom from her own house. She was sound asleep and healthy looking. She did look a bit silly with her hair down do to her bed head though. Then next room after that was Sakura's and in a lot of ways it mimiced Rins though with a empathise on pink and purple. She two seemed perfectly fine. The room after that was Illya and it was quite cute! It looked much like you'd expect a girl her age would have but there where three things that stood out. Her bed had small rails, there was a odd table with cabinets under it and the room had a interesting smell to it. Artoria of course had information on the modern world!d but it hadn't clicked right away so she finally peeked in on Mordred's bedroom which was a interesting mix of girly and tomboyish. But again the same bed rails, table and smell filled then air however Mordred's choice in pajamas being a long baggy red shirt gave Artoria a view she never expected of her daughter.

( Feel free to design Mordred's padding. )

The sight of Mordred made Artoria freeze. Her daughter, her beautiful, lovely, precious, wicked daughter, the child she'd never had a chance to raise, the child that had been the tool that destroyed her kingdom and ended her life, she'd loved her so much, and they had hurt each other so badly, and here they were, reunited again. Mordred sleeping peacefully like just another guest, even though she hadn't even been part of the war.

She'd walked slowly across the room, toward the bed with the rail on the side, where Mordred seemed to have slept fitfully, as she was only partially covered by the quilt and sheets, the bottom half of her left arm and the whole of her left leg being uncovered, the quilt laying at an angle across leaving more exposed as it went down, including most of her crotch. Artoria noted that in her exposed hand Mordred had clutched a stuffed lion plushie, but the thing which really interested her was her daughters exposed crotch, for their Artoria caught sight of something that surprised her almost as much as Mordreds return.

Her daughter, her teenage daughter who had incited rebels and lead armies, wore a diaper beneath her clothes. Artoria blinked a few times, sure she must be mistaken in the early morning light, but no, she saw clearly. Around her daughters waist was wrapped an extremely thick package of infantile padding. It was bulky enough that it forced Mordreds legs apart as she slept, colored a soft feminine red, and decorated with frolicking pink cartoon figures. Artoria bent over and looked in a little closer and saw the characters were actually cartoon princesses, dressed in puffy frilly pink dresses with the classical conical hats and veils, and that there was a pink design around the waist and legholes which resembled lace trim. Over the diaper Mordred wore a set of transparent plastic baby panties, colored in such a way as to straddle the line between red and pink, with soft red lace trim around the waist and legs and red ruffles running in rows across the bottom.

Artoria stared at the babyish article curiously. Why was Mordred diapered? To her knowlege the girl had never had any toilet training issues, yet here she was swaddled about her waist like a newborn. Artoria reached out and touched the babyish bulk, feeling it squish beneath her finger, indicating it had been used, and making it crinkle. She pressed a little harder, confirming the diaper was indeed soaked, and making it crinkle even more.

She straightened back up to ponder this strange site when she realized that her probing of Mordreds infantile padding had disturbed the girls slumber, and that her daughter was now waking up.


(I was thinking that since Mordred is both a knight and a princess (and a villain but that's another matter) I should one of those as the theme of her diapers, but I couldn't decide which, so I decided that at night she wears extra thick princess diapers, and during the day she wears thinner diapers with cartoon knight decorations. I was thinking Ilya's baby stuff should have a fairy theme too, and havent' decided on Sakura and Rin's yet, perhaps classic teddybears and ballerinas? Does that sound good to you?)

(I was also thinking that each girl should have a plush, I gave Mordred a lion because of her mothers associations with lions, I was thinking of giving Rin a fox, Ilya either a bunny or a dragon, and then maybe giving Sakura a teddybear?)

Mordered seemed to generally be the type to move a lot in her sleep and Artoria did recall she had seen Mordred up at night several times back in the castle. Perhaps she had problems sleeping? Still once her diaper was touched a second time she grumbled and her eyes opened a bit. As soon as her eyes set on Artoria she sat up getting hair in her face. " What the hell going on?! " She said instantly as she let her eyes focus. " Where am I? Who are you? You look a lot like father but you can't be......" She stated before finally taking note of her state of dress. Her cheeks turned a cute shade of pink and out of instinct she wrapped herself in her covers. " Why am I dressed this way?! And and why am I wet? " She asked almost demanding awnsers. She suddenly grew light headed however like her exerted herself. Artoria likely slowly figured out why. If Artoria was now longer magical the Mordered who was born from magical means and was now human likely had no stamina. That probably explained her padded state actually.

( Hmm sounds good so far. Maybe since Rin and Sakura as sisters there prints should match up but simply be different colors? )

'I..." Artoria thought for a minute. How to explain all of this best? "I guess the best way to put it is that I am Artoria, the one you knew, and I have all my memories of your too and I was your father, but I made a wish, a wish for us to have a second chance, for something besides killing each other. And now, because of my wish, well...I guess I'm your mother now." She looked into Mordred's eyes. "We're human now, no more magic, no more destiny and schemes and kingdoms, just us, together, alive. Your body, well you always relied on your powers and magic to get by, even how old you look is because of magic, its not how long you lived, how much you grew, how much you learned, and now that the magic is gone all that is catching up to you, you're like a child." Artoria's eyes started to water. "You're my child, my daughter, and..." and then her emotions overcame her and Artoria embraced her daughter, pulling Mordred close to her and enveloping her daughter in a motherly embrace. Hugging her daughter as tightly as she could Artoria began to cry tears of joy. "You're back, we're together, we don't have to fight, I love you so much..."


(night)

Mordered listened to everything and true to who she is had mixed emotions. She was human now which she could probably live with though her physical issues would take getting used to. She could probably just train her body up and build up stamina. The real question was could actually potty train or are her muscles to underdeveloped still. Either way till she could actually do stuff with out getting worn out she was diaper dependent regardless. Then her mother hugged her and she immediately returned it and hide her face in her mother's shoulder. She refused to be seen crying but as she had always wanted affection, acceptance and love from Artoria any negitive thoughts she currently had where tossed to the side for the moment. Once the hug ended she spoke up. " So umm where are we? I bet that this is the modern world and we're human but where in the world are we? Are we alone? " She asked wanting some information.

"No, we're not alone." Artoria took a deep breath to calm herself down. As happy as she was she knew this situation was going to get complicated soon. She had apparently gifted Shirou with even more houseguests than before, including one who had never met any of the others. "We're in the home of Shirou Emiya, he was my master in the last grail war, when I made my wish, and all the other people I met and cared for during the grail war are here too. I actually saw them all sleeping in the other rooms before I found you." She gave Mordred a breif outline of who the others were. "I'm, well to be frank I'm not sure what to do next, this is a new situaiton for me almost as much as it is for you. I guess I should introduce you to everyone, since their sleeping I guess I'll have to go wake them." She thought for a bit. "Actually that might be the best way to go about it, I could go wake them one by one, give each of them a chance to adjust to the idea that we're in a new world since I'm betting their all shocked too, and then bring everyone together to meet you and discuss the situation." She looked down at Mordreds crotch, trying to decide how to broach the next topic. Ultimately she decided that well she was Mordreds mother, more so than before in this reality, and therefore this probably was her responsibilty. "So, do you need me to help change you before I start?"

Mordred's listened to her mother and nodded. House mates didn't bother her so that was fine. She did her best to stand and she seemed ok but the bulk between her legs made her feel odd but well it's not hindering her to much. She did blush at the question. " Do you umm know how to? It's cold and clammy so if you could that would be great..." She said shyly which made her look adorable. Mordred's hair needed to be brushed as well since she had nasty bed head. By this point oddly enough Mordred's seemed way more relaxed then Artoria thought she'd be but that was honestly a good thing.