A/N: This is essentially a glorified Short Omake...
Shirou Emiya was made a God, God of Swords, Heroes, Weapons, Cooking, and Children, and somehow he got the domain of Motherhood, surprising Hera, Hestia, and the other Gods.
While also being a minor God of Blacksmithing and Flames, with the added bonus of having some power of the earth itself, considering that he can manipulate everything in his surroundings with his strengthened Unlimited Blade Works.
Artoria was reincarnated into the present, she was turned into a God by the Lady of the Lake, and because of how she obtained and was blessed with Godhood differently and not from the Olympian Council, she would essentially have Immortality, and can strengthen her attacks with some divine energy.
She was also pregnant with her tragedy-stricken child, Mordred, as she was still growing in her belly for the past six months, she was awaited by the loving couple, with Shirou quickly creating everything that a child would require, and Artoria being more of a glutton that she almost depleted all the Ambrosia and Nectar in the entirety of Olympus..!
Shirou was one of the go-to Gods that you pray to when cooking when you need someone to cook, and when Hephaestus is too busy to give you a new weapon.
The Red-haired Boy of a God would be dubbed as the God of Cooking and Mothers much to Hera's confusion and dismay.
Regardless, everyone was ecstatic as Apollo told them that the time for Mordred's birth was quite near, as a few months later, Mordred was born.
Artemis was deemed a Grandmother, Zeus and Hera were now Great-Grandparents, with Hades, Poseidon, and Hestia being Great-Grand-Aunts and Uncles, while Hephaestus, Ares, Athena, Aphrodite, Apollo, and Hermes were considered as Grand-Aunts and Uncles.
With Mordred growing up, she more or less grew to like the whole Olympian Council, with her liking Apollo, Hermes, and Ares more as they were pretty chill, with Ares being the favorite between the three, since she was headstrong and loved a good fight, like her Grand-Uncle, much to her parent's dismay.
As a child of a God and Goddess, she grew at an extremely fast rate, with her memories of the past being replaced with the new ones she made with her divine family...
When she was 18 years old, she was allowed to have a weapon, it was Clarent, Mordred's weapon from her past life.
Artoria shuddered at the sight of the sword that killed her, but the joy on Mordred's face was a greater force than that fear will ever be, though Artoria did tell Mordred to have the sword and practice on it outside their house, so it would not damage anything in the house that they all live in.
Something to remember about Shirou's family is that their house is not a palace or something luxurious, but it is a replica of his house...
It is quite large, but it has such a homey feel to it, Hestia is usually seen coming over to spend time with her Grand-Nephew, along with Hera and Artemis.
The house is big enough for Mordred to train in the backyard with Ares, while the other Gods and Goddesses would sip tea inside, supervising the two...
It was a journey and a struggle to get to this point, it was hard for Shirou to narrowly avoid Archer's Fate, but if it would still result in his marriage with his beloved, and the birth of his child.
It was safe to say that he would do it all over again and not change a single thing.
As a bonus, it seemed that he achieved the dream that Kiritsugu and Archer couldn't fully complete, protecting innocent Mortals and Demigods from monsters, earning several titles, and essentially being a Hero Of Justice.
---Time Skip---
Mordred was now an independent warrior or knight since, for her twenty-fifth Birthday, she was gifted the armor that she had envisioned...
It was scary, it was complicated, but it was awesome and gifted by Shirou, Muramasa, and Hephaestus who worked together to make this masterpiece of armor.
She went on quests, earning her titles and domains, even managing to get the job of training Demigods when Percy or the other Seven Demigods or the designated Demigods to train were unavailable, even being Dionysus's favorite since she likes to party, and being Ares's favorite for obvious reasons.
Though she developed a dislike for Aphrodite because the Goddess tried to make her into a glorified Barbie doll, Hermes who likes to rile her temper up with pranks, and Apollo who is too much of a doting uncle...
But even if she disliked them, she loves them regardless, after all, she had inherited Shirou's sense of family and loyalty.
---Change Scene---
Modred is now seen in her armor standing on one side of the backyard, facing her is her father, Shirou Emiya, who was equipped with Kanshou and Bakuya, as the two stood on each end of the backyard, weapons drawn, and in their respective combat stances.
Artoria: "Combatants, ready!?"
The former King of Camelot asked, earning a nod from both fighters in this spar.
Mordred: "I'll show you the fruits of my training, finally beating you, mom, and Percy!"
Mordred: "Don't come asking for mercy when I beat you, old man!"
Shirou: "Old man? I'm still young, you know!"
Shirou: "Though age aside, if I lose, I can't complain? Alright."
Shirou: "If I win, I won't be cooking for a week."
He declared with a smug smirk, earning a violent flinch from Mordred, who then senses a menacing vibe from the sidelines, which was from Artoria..!
Artoria: "KICK YOU FATHER'S ASS, DAUGHTER! WE CAN'T AFFORD TO NOT EAT SHIROU'S COOKING!"
Mordred: "NO NEED TO TELL ME THAT! THAT JUST GAVE ME MORE MOTIVATION TO KICK YOUR ASS, OLD MAN!"
Muramasa: "What the hell are you two yelling on about!? This is a sparring match, isn't it? Just hurry up and kick each other's ass already, so we can all take a nap in peace!"
He said, passing by, before the two combatants smiled at each other, before charging at each other, swords drawn!
Chapter Ends...
Story Ends...
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The Moon's Crimson Archer
FanfictionEmiya Shirou... The person who would be destined to be the Adopted Son of Kiritsugu Emiya... And The Goddess of The Hunt, Artemis... What path shall his life go on... Disclaimer: FATE is not mine and Percy Jackson isn't mine either...