New Fic Recomendations: Hey Look there's a lot of Typewriters!

[drakensis]

The War of Kings (Code Geass / Nasuverse)
(To expand on the recommedation above). Only two chapters so far but thus far it's very well blending together the beginning of CG with a Holy Grail War - the fourth, actually, although the players are a touch different from FSZ.

The man came to a stop. "What would you do if I told you...? Of a game where you can gamble your life, and win anything your heart desired?"
And miss. Lelouch's eyebrow rose. Not entirely disinterested, but... "... I think I would say that you're exaggerating your game, underestimating my heart's desire, or insane."
The man's gaze shifted a bit to Kokoro. "Girl, demonstrate. Something flashy."
Instantly obedient, Kokoro's fist lashed out at the brick wall beside her... and tore a hole through it.
"... You're fixing that."
"Yes, Grandfather," she meekly agreed.
Lelouch stared at the inhuman display of strength from a girl... barely his size. That was... they had something. Something he hadn't considered. Something he could use. Something Britannia wasn't prepared for.
The old man's gaze shifted to Rivalz - who was pretty much staring petrified, and looked about ready to run. "Boy, I'll be having you forget this conversation. Step back outside and wait."
Rivalz's expression calmed, and he nodded cheerfully. "Okay, sure. Hey Lelouch, I'll be out by the bike, okay?"
Lelouch swallowed, nodding slowly as his eyes returned to the old man. That hadn't been conversation. That had been another ability... if he could use anything like that, his dreams had just come years closer. Maybe even, finally, within reach.
Rivalz stepped out.
The old man smiled, slowly. He really was the devil, and Lelouch really was going to make a deal with him. And the man knew he had him. "Permit me to introduce myself." He slowly, elegantly, bowed. "I am Matou Zouken. Magus."

D for Drakensis

You're only young once, but immaturity is forever.