#diarmuid x reader

[simpknight]

Hi!! Been following you for a while now so the moment you opened requests I was ready to ask uwu ✨

Could you make headcanons about how Diarmuid! lancer, Bedivere and Arjuna!archer would react when g/n master gifts them a flower they found pretty and made them remember about them? Like, a present to them because well, they deserve good things ;;;; (i know, pretty fluff😔) And if you don't mind, as a bonus, them having already a crush with the master👀

THX U FOR UR WORK! love how you write and hope u have a nice day! ✨

Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you also have a lovely day!

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Relationships: Arjuna x gn!reader /Diarmuid x gn!reader/ Bedivere x gn!reader

Rating: Gen

Words: 736

Warnings: None

After fixing a minor singularity, Mash, your servant and you had to wait before Rayshifting back to Chaldea. Apparently there had been some interferences that made difficult going back.

You’d been waiting for at least half an hour with no updates on the situation, so you decided to stretch your legs and go for a walk.

Mash was worried at first; it would be dangerous for you to go alone in case a monster attacked you, but you reassured her it would be fine. You wouldn’t wander too far after all.

After a couple of minutes walking, you found a small clearing in the dense forest. There were some beautiful flowers growing in the ground and you felt like taking a closer look at them. You didn’t recognize the type of flowers they were, still you thought they were really pretty. There was something about them that made the flowers look special, so you decided to pick up one. Perhaps they would be a nice detail for the servant who accompanied you in this mission.

Diarmuid

- He was a bit worried about you. You weren’t away for a long time, but in these woods you wouldn’t know when a ferocious boar monster would appear.

- He was relieved when he saw you picking up some flowers. You seemed happy surrounded by nature, the rays of the sun gently caressing your skin.

- “Hey, Diarmuid, look.” When you noticed his presence you hurried to meet him “This flower is really pretty. It somehow reminds me of you.”

- He tried to speak but found himself unable to. He just stood there as you gently tried to put the flower on his hair.

-“See? It looks really nice on you.” You were oblivious at how tense he felt by having you so close.

- Despite his nervousness he chuckled and advised you to go back were Mash was in case Chaldea solved the communication issue.

- That day when he returned to his room, Diarmuid left the flower you gave him in a small vase (and Fionn teased him a lot for it).

Bedivere

- Mash asked him to go look for you, just in case something happened; connection was reestablished and it was time to go back home.

- He found you sitting in the grass, mesmerized with something on your hands. When he called your name you made him a sign so he would come closer.

- ”Look Bedi! I found this cute little blue flowers so I decided to make this” You showed him the flower crown that you’ve been making. He thought it was adorable.

- “I was planning on giving you just one of the flowers because they reminded me of you. In the end I thought it would be better to make you something with them instead.” You admitted laughing.

- He didn’t know what to say. He wanted to thank you when you interrupted him to put the flower crown on his head. It turned out to be smaller than you expected.

- You teased him a little, saying he looked really cute with it. Then you winked at him and that was what turned him into a blushing mess.

- Luckily for him you didn’t notice because if you did he would probably die from embarrassment.

Arjuna

- He was already following you after you announced you were leaving. It was not that he didn’t trust you, he knew you wouldn’t get into trouble, but he wanted to make sure no monsters were nearby.

- After making sure there weren’t any enemies, he approached you. You seemed to be occupied inspecting some wild flowers. Did they catch your attention because of something special?

- Sometimes he found your behavior peculiar, he couldn’t understand what was going through your mind.

- Especially he didn’t understand why you liked him to accompany you so often in your missions. He thought it was nice that you cared about him, even if he couldn’t express it out loud.

- “Master, perhaps we should get going.” Before leaving you took one of the flowers, one you were looking at with a particular interest.

- Once you went back to Chaldea you gave the flower to Arjuna, claiming it was a small token of affection. You didn’t want to give it to him earlier because you didn’t have one for Mash.

- Arjuna took the flower gently on his hands with a faint smile on his lips. He would make sure to treasure your gift.

[jinnyurr]

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[yandere-romanticaa]

Throwback 🫣

If no one else is gonna do it, I will. ✨

The stern look in his eye hardly matched with the delicate touch of his warm hand, lanky fingers were soon entangled into the soft fabric of your shirt, your shoulder left alone and all his to claim. Your skin was softer, he thought to himself. Prettier too. But, he wasn't going to say it out loud.

Your mind was lost elsewhere as you overlooked at the city scenery beneath you, illuminated by the bright full moon that was hung up high in the sky. The atmosphere around the two of you was tranquil, maybe even a little romantic thanks to Diramuid's secret little attempts. He didn't like seeing you getting worked up over the things that he was supposed to worry about, it was his main duty to protect you and keep you safe, happy too. It was comforting to him to see you smile and hear you laugh. It made him feel just a little bit more alive, as silly as it sounded. He was ready to steal a star from the heavens themselves if you so gave him the command.

He was yours to use however you saw fit.

[dark-mnjiro]

Touch of Divine Rush

A Collab Masterlist

a collection of stories where one is touched by a divine being whatever chaos, blessing, or curses that may bring.

DEADLINE: MARCH 30th 2023

STATUS: CLOSED

PARTICIPANTS

@dark-mnjiro - orpheus!yuuta x eurydice!afabreader

@knchins - dionysus!bachira x reader

@izunias - fallen angel!reader x human!itoshi rin

@ryndicate - narcissus!michael kaiser x reader

@lou-struck - bakugou katsuki x reader - pygmalion and galatea retelling

@i-am-tiny-sun - chigiri x reader :: the pursuit of diarmuid and gráinne retelling

@meggsngrits - artist!yuuji x fairy!reader :: leanan sidhe retelling

@yakshasslut - eros!chifuyu x reader :: based on eros and psyche myth

@the-fishing-basket - nemisis!dabi x reader

@chiffiorra - perseus!isagi x andromeda!reader

@chiffiorra - hades!hanma x persephone!reader

@kaidabakugou / @dynamy-tears - forest god vidar!bakugou x elf freader

@noelledleapier orpheus!nikko x eurydice!reader

stories will be added/linked as they are completed - masterlist is subject to change depending on writers ability to complete work for collab. please remember if you are unable to complete - just contact me. i totally understand and will also try to work with you in regards to this!

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fate series: cu, gilgamesh, diarmuid, archer(shirou emiya), etc

bungo no stray dogs: yukichi fukuzawa, atsushi nakajima, doppo kunikida, isamu dazai, ranpo edogawa, chūya nakahara, ryūnosuke akutagawa, fyodor dostoevsky, etc

dungeon meshi: laios, chilchuck, marcelle, senshi, kabaru,

bnha: shouta aizawa, keigo takami, mirio togata, mirai sasaki, snipe, taishiro toyomitsu, tamaki amajiki, rumi usagiyama, etc

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trigun stampede: vash the stampede, nicholas d. wolfwood, knives millions

lego monkie kid: mk, macaque, sun wukong, red son, mayor, tang, huntsmen, syntax

blood of zeus: heron, ares, apollo, hermes,

spiderverse: miguel o'hara, peter b. parker, the spot/jonathan ohnn, spider noir

hazbin hotel: valentino, vox, husk, alastor

helluva boss: blitzø, stoles, asmodeus, frizz, stricker,

transformers bayverse, knightverse, prime, animated, beast wars, wfc show,

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destiny 2: cayde-6, banshee-44, osiris & saint-14, drifter, missraks, spider, varkis, shaxx, saladin, zavala

genshin impact: diluc, kaeya, kazuha, al haitham, kaveh, cyno, tighnari, zhongli, xiao, albedo, ayato, childe, itto, thoma, gorou, capitano, perrio, dottore

honkai: star rail: sampo, gepard, welt, dan heng, jing yuan, blade, kafka, himeko, natasha

undertale: grillby, gaster, sans, papyrus, ink, error, nightmare

undertale aus: underfell, underswap, swapfell, horrortale, outertale, mobtale, mafiafell

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[anna-hawk]

Mondays don't always suck

Pairing: The Mute x GN!Reader Fandom: Pilgrimage (2017) Rating: T Word Count: 1156

Summary: Your week is off to a rough start, but then you meet this beautiful stranger.

Warnings/Tags: Modern Setting – Meet Cute

A/N: I came up with this idea yesterday morning, but initially with Frank. Then I was considering other characters that would work well with it, and suddenly, I really wanted to write something soft for The Mute. Is it a bit silly because it's modern setting? Maybe, but eh.

It’s early Monday morning as you practically jog to your local coffee shop. You huff in exasperation as you feel your phone buzzing with the second email of the day. You hadn’t even started work yet, and you already know that you’d be swamped with emails and phone calls as soon as you got to your desk. The craving for caffeine becomes a necessity as you need fuel to get you through the morning. Ugh, Mondays. 

You pull out your phone from your coat right as you enter the coffee shop. You bask in the wonderful smell of coffee beans and the warmth of the place, since it’s January and Winter had truly settled in a few weeks ago. With your eyes on the screen, you only make sure that you don’t run into the person next in line through your peripherals and scan the latest email from your boss. Why couldn’t she wait until you’re actually there to tell you everything instead of sending you several emails with random thoughts? It’s not like you can do anything before getting your computer started. 

Sending her a quick reply that says that you’d be there in fifteen minutes, you finally put the phone away again and lift your eyes. Your eyes widen at what they find right in front of them. You nearly take a step back to fully take in the man standing before you in the line for the counter. He’s tall, with broad shoulders and a large back, that tapers down into a narrow waist and the curve of a stunning, denim clad ass. The dark blue material of the plaid shirt that he’s wearing is pulled taut over the shoulders, the cut of the collar highlighting a thick neck, while dark hair curls around his head messily. 

You’re ripped out of your staring by the line moving up and the man stepping forward. Except that the person before him seems to have taken a step back again, forcing the man to do the same and ending with him gently colliding with you. He halfway turns towards you with an apologetic expression, and you see him mouth the word sorry while rubbing a fist in a circular motion over his chest. 

“It’s fine,” you smile and wave away his apology, while simultaneously taking in his soft brown eyes and the gorgeous, thick beard that looks incredible on him. 

The man faces forward again, but turns his head towards you a couple of seconds later, as if really taking you in this time, and smiles at you. Your eyebrows rise, surprised by his quick perusal. You give him a small smile in return and bite your lower lip once he has to look to the front as the line moves up again. To your continuous surprise, he halfway turns to you once more, but this time he waves faintly, making you laugh at his tentative approach. 

“Hi.” You emulate his motion, which makes him grin and look down. 

He’s the next in line, so he faces away from you and walks up to the counter, where you see the young barista greeting him with a bright smile and asking what he’d like today. To your surprise again, you see hand movements from the man, instead of hearing a vocal answer. 

Sign language, you suddenly realize, thinking back to the way he’d apologized. You watch the silent exchange between the two men, the way the barista – Diarmuid, you remember – interacts with the man, signing and talking easily, a clear sign that they know each other well. The beautiful stranger laughs, despite no sound coming from him. He glances behind him and at you, then signs something for the younger man. Diarmuid looks at you as the larger man steps to the side, and grins with a wide and friendly smile. Your eyes go from one man to the other as you walk to the counter, one eyebrow lifted and a curious smile on your face. 

“Good morning. My friend here would like to buy you a drink as an apology.”

Your eyes widen as you turn to look at the older man. 

“Oh, no, please. That’s not necessary. It wasn't your fault.” 

You try to say the words a bit more slowly than you normally would, wondering if the man can read them off your lips. You cringe inwardly, wondering if it’s something common to do for deaf people. 

“He can hear you just fine,” Diarmuid says with a soft smile at your effort. “He just can’t talk.” 

“Oh, I’m so sorry for assuming, I-” You want to facepalm so hard and already feel the creep of embarrassment heating the back of your neck, but the man just smiles and shakes his head. 

He signs something else, which makes Diarmuid laugh as he addresses you next. 

“He says that now you really have to accept that he buys your drink.” 

You burst out laughing at the unexpected reply, feeling better thanks to the two men’s easy-going attitude. 

“Okay then, I guess.” You quickly give your usual order, while feeling the eyes of the man on you as he waits for the other barista to finish preparing his drink. 

Diarmuid takes the money the man hands him, then thanks him happily as he keeps the change at the man’s request, you guess, and puts it in a jar. 

“Thank you,” you smile, as you watch the other barista handing the man his drink. 

He nods with a pleased smile, then begins to walk away. You frown, confused. By the way he had looked at you earlier, you know that he had been flirting with you. 

“That’s it?” You ask as he passes you, catching him off guard by how his eyebrows lift, and he looks at you. He stops in his tracks 

“You’re buying me coffee… and that’s it?” You smile with an amused chuckle.

He shrugs with a small smile in return, then looks towards the counter with a twist to his mouth; no Diarmuid to help. He nods his head towards an empty high table, silently asking you to follow him. You take a second to retrieve your finished drink from the barista, then join him, noticing that he’s taken out his phone. He’s put the coffee on the table as he busies himself with typing something. 

I don’t want you to think that you have to talk to me just because I bought you coffee. 

The text reads as he hands you the phone. 

Your eyes go from the screen to his eyes. 

“Just like that?”

He shrugs again and nods. 

“What if I do want to talk?” You smile softly, completely smitten by this big but sweet man. 

He chuckles softly, although there’s no sound, just his chest moving. He takes back the phone and resumes typing. 

I would like that a lot. 

Maybe your Monday wouldn’t be that bad in the end.

[thetaledeliveryservice]

How would Lancer Cu, Astolfo, Yan Qing, Diarmuid and Rider Medusa react to learning that thier Master LOVES massages and being rubbed, her head specifically is her favorite spot to be rubbed/massaged! I've always had a hc that Cu is super good at giving massages his warm hands also help with that.

Sorry I could only come up with some really short ideas for this one. The ideas did not want to cooperate with me

Cu Chulainn (Lancer)

The first time he finds out, he can't help the image of you as a dog flashing through his mind for a second.

He'll massage/pet the top of your head pretty much anytime you ask, he finds it pretty cute.

Astolfo

Physical affection is actually one of Astolfo's love languages, so upon finding this out he was over the moon.

He'll massage the top of your head as long as you hold him while he does so. He gets to give and receive affection, so it's perfect.

Yan Qing

He's another one who kind of gets the dog-like feeling from you once he finds out. Especially once he saw you basically melt the first time he massaged your head.

He often does it when you need to chill out, or when he just wants to watch you melt into his touch.

Diarmuid

He found out by accident. He went to give you an affectionate head pat and watched you just melt into his touch. Now it's become a routine thing for the two of you.

During the quiet moments in Chaldea, you can easily be found leaning against him while he massages the top of you head, the two of you just relaxing.

Medusa (Rider)

This version of Medusa isn't... as big of a fan of a lot of physical touch as many of the other servants. But the exception to that seems to be you.

She'll give you the massages you want in private mainly, since this sort of thing is a very private and intimate thing to her that she doesn't want to share with anyone else.

[fategranddisorder]

Companionship (Diarmuid) -Request-

anon:

"HI CAN I BUG U FOR A FLUFFY DIARMUID REQUEST 😳 like... clingy master who isnt clingy cuz of mole but clingy cuz ....... they clingy... and bonus if theyre like besties with him and do everything witu him cuz like... besties... SORRY IF THIS IS VAGUE OR WEIRD ADHSJDIDHD"

It is not weird! It is incredibly adorable! And some nice wholesome stuff before I dive back into my filth :')

Warnings: none

Tags: Friendship, fluff, Diarmuid is a good man,

Diarmuid is wary at first, when you grab his hand and smile. Dragging him along whatever adventure you had planned for the day. The Lancer worries, he worries for you. It wouldn't be the first time that a Master fell under his spell.

The thoughts and worry plaguing his mind as you lean against him, resting your head against his arm before you peacefully doze off.

He worries.

The worry that your affections only stem from a curse rather than what you truly feel towards him.

Yet as more time passed it became clear to the Lancer it was just who you are. A sweet and affectionate Master who would hold hands and hug even the most dangerous servants.

So Diarmuid eases into it, the feeling of familiarity and comfort. 

It really took effort. Not to steel his nerves every time you touched him so liberally and freely. To ignore the feeling of distress and panic and to lean into that small warm feeling in his chest.

You notice it.

It starts slowly, from stiff and polite reactions in the beginning to a moment when Diarmuid's hand grips yours first. Gently intertwining your fingers, as you both walk next to each other.

And one day you see it.

It is one of the more boring days and you are awake at the crack of dawn for change. You felt a bit annoyed that sleep decided to allude you, but that annoyance soon fades away as you see a familiar figure strolling through the hallway.

With a skip in your step, you easily catch up to the Lancer and slide your arm around his waist in a side-way hug. Diarmuid chuckles and slows his pace so you can match it more easily, it is a little gesture but you are grateful for it nonetheless. 

You cast your gaze upwards and there you see it, how Diarmuid lips quirk upwards in an easy smile while he catches your gaze with his own. The corners of his eyes crinkling in mirth as his smile truly reaches his eyes.

You feel warm.

"Good morning, Master"

Diarmuid voice is a soft drawl, his arm moving around your shoulder to lock you against him as you fall into step with him.

It really is a good morning today.

[haloshornsinkstains]

Laying a gentle kiss to the back of the other’s hand.

Diarmuid Ua Duibhne (Lancer) x Reader Fluff, Emiya x Reader x Cu relationship hinted at/mentioned, Gilgamesh being Gilgamesh, some mild stretching of canon

“Ah, y/n, I was just looking for you.” You winced, turning slowly to face Dr Roman with a tired smile. “Just one week of rest, one week. Why is that so hard?” Roman merely shrugged, lips pulled into a taught smile. “Sorry, but apparently saving the world doesn’t leave much time for breaks.” “Except the annual holidays.” “Well, yes.” He scratched the back of his head.  You chuckled and shook your head. “Come on, show me the fire I’ve got to put out.”

You followed him back to his room, Cu materialising out of thin air beside you as you walked through the door. A couple of others were there as well, Da Vinci of course, Medusa beside her chatting away happily, Lancelot and Kojiro  stood calmly beside each other surveying the servants, your gaze followed their line of sight to where Siegfried stood to attention beside the console. You offered him a soft smile before glancing over at Roman. “The floors all yours.” He coughed. “It’s a fairly small singularity, all things considered, but still. Should be fairly easy to deal with, it looks like it’s all Archer class. The readings are picking up one servant, also Archer class, but nothing worse than you’ve handled before.” You frowned, casting a sideways glance at Seigfried. “I’m sorry Seig, I promised I’d take you next time but…” He nodded his head. “Do not apologise Master, I understand. The Archer class is strong against my own, and it would not do to weaken my Master in such a way. Perhaps next time.” You nodded sadly. “I really am sorry Seig.” “I see, so you apologise to him and yet you scold your King?” You rolled your eyes as Gilgamesh appeared in the center of the room in a shimmer of gold. “I don’t scold Gil, I merely point out that you turn down such missions.” You sigh. “Do you want to come?” “Of course not, this is not a mission for a King. Take your dog with you.” “I intend to. But I won’t hear any complaints out of you when we return, agreed my King?” Some of the newer Servants shivered, muttering between themselves worriedly as Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes at you, but you didn’t flinch merely keeping your gaze levelled on the King of Heroes. “Such an impertinent Master, be thankful I am fond of you mongrel.” He huffed, disappearing into golden mist once more. “Well, now that’s done, who else can I take?” “Surely I’m more than enough Master?” You glanced over your shoulder at Cu and grin. “Gods it’s a good thing you’re pretty, if you think I’m letting you go into anything alone you’re an idiot. As wonderful as you are, even you can’t take on waves of enemies alone. Let’s see, Houzouin is still healing… Emiya is on kitchen duty after the last mission… I can’t put a Saber at risk like that…” “Y/n? There is another Lancer.” You turned to Roman, frowning deeply. “I… no, I didn’t forget any of my servants. I know I didn’t.” “Ah, he arrived while you were away. He was quite excited when he heard Cu Chulainn was among our ranks.” The doctor chuckled and nodded at the blue-haired lancer behind you. “I’m not sure which of you may have competition but I feel like one of you will.” “Riiight. You and I will have words later about this, but for now, where is he?” “You may thank me later.” A golden portal opened, depositing a man clad in green leather in the midst of the gathered servants. You rolled your eyes, bending down to offer a hand to the man. He took your hand, golden eyes fixing on your face as he bowed his head. “Master, I am Lancer, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, it is an honor to serve under you.” Still holding your hand he pressed his lips to the back of your hand. Your face flooded with warmth, a deep chuckle resonating in your mind as you stared at the new lancer. “Perhaps I best tell the hound and the fake they have yet more competition, hmm mongrel?” 

[simpknight]

Kinktober 23: Diarmuid x GN!Reader (Cockwarming)

Rating: Mature

Words: 515

Warnings: None

Diarmuid has always been really loyal to you, so obedient and tender, he would never turn down a petition from you, now mater how tedious the task was.

It was only a matter of time you would use it for your own benefit.

Well, it wasn't really just for your benefit, or so you liked to think.

He didn't seem to be opposed to the idea though, a pleasant surprise for you. The lancer confessed he didn't really understood what he was supposed to do even after your explanation, so you just summarized that you would just be sitting on his lap.

Obviously there was more to that, but you waited for him to go to your room to explain the details.

Diarmuid still didn't get it; it took him some time to understand what was the appealing on you just sitting on his cock. If you were going to spend your afternoon reading, at least you should be comfortable and keep a good posture.

He didn't complain though, you looked excited to try it so he didn't want to disappoint you.

After a while, he got used to your warmth, starting to enjoy it a bit. But it became difficult to stay still, he kept feeling the urge to start moving, probably as a reflex.

You however adjusted to it really quick, feeling even the slightest twitch. So how could you not make things difficult for him when he was just giving you the perfect excuse?

You moved your hips a bit, excusing yourself by saying you were just trying to get more confortable. Diarmuid gasped, he had his doubts but believed you the first time. And also the second one. But at the third he knew you were doing it on purpose.

"Master?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you sure you're paying attention to what you're reading?" He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself "Because at this point I think you're focused on other things..."

"I don't know what you mean?"

"You've been reading the same page for a while now..."

"I'm just taking my time, you know I'm really patient. You however seem a bit anxious"

"It wouldn't be like that if you..."

"If I... What? What's what you want to say Diarmuid?"

He hesitated to answer, afraid of offending you. You regretted asking, probably you should have used another tone to speak.

"Is it because of this?"

You moved again. Diarmuid closed his eyes, ashamed, but nodded.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't know that was distracting you. Perhaps I should stop?" You kept thrusting your hips each time you finished a sentence.

You really were expecting him to answer you, but it looked like that was too much to ask for. You were thinking about stopping and giving him a break when you suddenly felt a warm liquid going inside you.

"Hey, look at that! You really seemed to enjoy it then!" there was a hint of joy in your voice, but Diarmuid said nothing. "Now the problem is, who's going to clean this mess... I guess you don't have any objections, right?"

[xu-ren]

A Kinder End

Genre: Fluff and angst

Pairings: Diarmuid (Fate/Zero) x reader

Wordcount: 2000+

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Masterpost

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“Lancer, prepare yourself! I can’t hold this spell for long.” Lancer readied himself at [Name]’s words. “God of the North wind, Boreas, God of the East wind, Eurus, God of the South wind, Notus, God of the East wind, Zephyus, Your faithful servant besieged you to lend get your strength so that she may vanquish her mighty foe!”

The wind tore her hair away from her usual bun, letting it whip freely around her. Had it been any other time, Lancer would have appreciated the sight of her unbound black tress. As it was, the wind she summoned started to clear a path to Caster. Lancer tensed up as her wind went closer and closer to Caster. ‘Come on…Just a bit more…’ Just as Lancer caught a glimpse of Caster, her spell failed and she collapsed.

“My lady…!” Luckily, he managed to catch her just before she hit the ground and lowered her down gently. Saber and Rider, who had stopped their assault on Caster when [Name] started her spell, prepared to resume their assault on Caster. Rider offered to buy them time to think of another plan to defeat Caster as [Name]’s plan had failed. Lancer didn’t hesitate to break Gáe Buidhe so that Saber could defeat Caster. His number one priority was to get [Name] to safety now that she was unconscious and vulnerable. However, he had to ensure that Caster was defeated first so he stood at the water’s edge cradling [Name] carefully as he watched Saber defeat Caster.

~*~*~*~*~*~*

Lancer laid [Name] down as gently as possible at an abandoned building. It was unfortunately the best place that he could find for now.

“Lan…cer?”

“My lady!” *Her eyes narrowed for a brief moment before they relaxed again. It was a testament to her weariness that she didn’t even bother to correct him.

“Where are we?” “An abandoned building, my lady. I apologise, it was the best…” Lancer trailed off as [Name] raised a hand to silence him. They both kept silent as [Name]’s eyes darted around, absorbing every minute detail of their surroundings.

“Diarmuid, where’s Gáe Buidhe?”

“I…broke it so that Saber could defeat Caster. I apolo…” This time, [Name] pushed herself up and placed a finger upon Lender’s lips to silence him. They stayed as they were for what seemed to be an eternity until [Name] collapsed upon Lancer’s chest. What meagre strength she had accumulated from her brief rest had been spent.

“You are apologising a lot today, aren’t you, Diarmuid?” asked [Name], her tone mildly scolding.

“I apolo-“

“You are doing it again, Diarmuid. You have no reason to apologise to me, after all, you merely did what you thought was best at that moment. Besides, we are a team, not master and servant.”

By the end of her short speech, her voice was scarcely a whisper. If not for their proximity, he would have never heard it.

“My lady…”

Suddenly, Lancer tensed up and he tightened his hold on [Name].

“Diarmuid?”

“Someone’s here.”

“Go, Diarmuid.”

“My lady…”

“Go on, I await your return.”

“Yes, my lady.”

He hated to leave [Name] alone, especially when she was so vulnerable but he couldn’t disobey her either.He wasn’t very surprised when it was Saber who met him in the courtyard of the abandoned building. At the very least, they would finally be able to finish their battle.

~*~*~*~*~*~*

She watched from her spot as the two servants fought it out. Such honourable warriors, there were no one more deserving of the title ‘Heroic Spirits. She was glad to have met them despite her reluctance to enter this war in the first place.

Suddenly, a shadow was casted upon her and she looked up to see Kiritsugu pointing a gun at her. 

“Mr. Kiritsugu, how…expected,” she whispered quietly as her lips formed a small, wry smile. 

He put his finger to his lips in the universal gesture of silence. She cocked her head to the side. In response, Kiritsugu hands her a scroll.

‘A Self-Geas Scroll. A magical item used by Magi to form an unbreakable contract. Binding spell… Affected Party: Emiya Kiritsugu. The Emiya family crest orders the following. The pledge is to be observed by the affected party upon fulfilment of the conditions described herein. Pledge: Kiritsugu, son of Norikata and the fifth descendant of the House of Emiya, will be forever forbidden from harming or intending to harm, [Name] [Middle Name] [Last Name]. Condition…’

 After reading the scroll, she looked at Kiritsugu searchingly. She gathered the magick stored at the amulet around her neck before speaking into his mind. To his credit, he didn’t even flinch. In fact, the only outwardly respond he showed was the slight widening of his eyes.

‘I won’t do it.’

Kiritsugu responded by pulling the safety of his gun.

‘After all, it doesn’t matter, does it? You are going to kill me either way. A master without a servant can form a pact with another servant and you can ill afford that.’

For a moment, she thought that she saw a shadow of surprise pass through Kiritsugu’s face.

‘Kill me, Emiya Kiritsugu. Let me be but another life you sacrificed in your quest to save the world. However, will you listen to this girl’s final wish?’

He lowered his gun slightly and she took it as her cue to continue.

‘Ensure that my death isn’t instant.’

This time, she definitely saw the surprise on his face. She smirked. It was a highly unusual wish as most people hoped for the opposite.

‘I wish to say farewell to Lancer.’

He nodded and shot her in the aorta, ensuring that it gazed the aorta so that she would bleed out in 5 minutes.

‘Thank you.’

The gunshot rang across the abandoned building.

Lancer’s head whipped towards the direction where the gunshot came from so fast that he gave himself whip splash. He immediately abandoned his stalemate with Saber when he saw that the gunshot came from where he had left [Name].

“My lady!” 

He raced towards her, hoping against hope that she wasn’t shot. His heart had never been filled with such rage as when he saw her bleeding from where he left her with Emiya Kiritsugu standing over her holding a gun. He readied his lance to slay the miscreant who dared to harm his lady.

“Diarmuid!”

Her voice was authoritative and they had been together long enough to know that she wanted him to stand down. He tore his gaze from where he was glaring at Kiritsugu to look at her. He barely registered the shocked gasps of Saber behind him.

Her right hand on her chest was stained with blood while she used her left hand to gesture for him to come to her side. He approached her while keeping Kiritsugu in his line of sight. As he got closer, Kiritsugu backed away to give them some privacy.

He dropped down on his knees next to her as she smiled at him. Her face was paler than he had ever seen and that only makes the blood on her lips stand out even more starkly. He held her gently and lowered her carefully to not aggravate her wound so that her head rested on his knees in hopes of making her more comfortable.

***His clothes changed to the daily wear that [Name] had bought for him and he made to tear it apart to make some makeshift bandages.

“Lea…ve it.”

“My lady…”

“Leave. It.” 

“My lady, I can see the blood on your clothes.”

She opened her mouth to answer him but more blood merely dribbled out of the corner of her mouth. Instead, she spoke into his mind.

*‘Is that so? I will find even darker clothes next time then.’

She tilted her head to the scroll resting innocently at her side so he picked it up and read it. His eyes widened with understanding as he read it.

“My lady! You should have let me die.”

 ‘Do I seem like such a heartless person to you, Diarmuid? I would never even think of sacrificing another’s life for mine.’

“I don’t mean to insult you, my lady, but I have already died once.”

‘It doesn’t matter. Kiritsugu had no intentions of allowing me to live either way.’

“But…”

“My servant. By her Command Seal, [Name] [Middle Name] [Last Name] orders you, Lancer, to not take revenge upon…” she coughed, causing blood to bubble out of her mouth. “Emiya Kiritsugu or anyone else that you hold responsible for her death.”

“My lady!”

“By my Command Seal, I order you to return to the spirit world upon my death. And by my Command Seal, I order you to not form a pact with another master for the duration of the 4th Holy Grail War.”

More blood spilt from mouth and her face was bone white.

“My lady! How can you possibly expect me to do such things?”

‘You will do it, either because I commanded you or as a deathbed promise to me. And no more of that my lady nonsense, I have used up all three Command Seals and therefore am no longer your master. Call me [Name] at least once before I go, please?’

“My…[Name].”

A wide, genuine smile spread across her face and suddenly, she looked as if she was full of life despite the blood seeping out of her. Using the last of her strength, she spoke into the minds of Diarmuid and Kiritsugu respectively.

‘Don’t despair. Let’s meet again in another life, Diarmuid.’

‘The ends don’t justify the means, Emiya Kiritsugu.’

Lancer’s heart clenched as she raised her right hand to stroke his face, her eyes memorizing every feature of his face hungrily before her hand fell and her eyes closed for all eternity.

“[Name]…! [Name]…! Please…come back…!”

He rocked back and forth while holding her tightly to him, his lithe body wracked with sobs. He brushed her hair from her face and the memory of brilliant smile she had gifted him with when he called her by name only made him sob harder. If he knew how happy it would have made her, he would have called her by name more often, propriety be damned. If only he had disobeyed her and stayed with her, she would still be alive.

How could life be this cruel? She was a powerful magus with a bright future ahead of her and suddenly, it was gone. She was no more than another life lost during the Holy Grail War. 

How desperately he wanted to take revenge for her death and yet her words bound her. He couldn’t bear to disappoint her, even in death.

~*~*~*~*~*~*

*

“My lady, why are all your clothes black?” Diarmuid was curious, never had he seen a woman who wore nothing but black.

“Black is my favourite colour. Besides, doesn’t it look good on me?” she asked as she gave a little twirl.

Black did look good on her. It emphasised the paleness of her skin and made her eyes look bigger. Her lips, painted black as well stood out starkly against her pale skin. It also made her look slender and intimidating despite her diminutive height.

“Finally, you can’t really see blood on me if I’m wearing black, right?”

“My lady!”

“Kidding… Don’t be so uptight, Diarmuid,” said [Name] while giggling.

~*~*~*~*~*~*

**

“Diarmuid.”

“Yes, my lady?”

“Stop calling me ‘my lady’. I have already said it many times but we are a team and therefore equals. Call me [Name].”

“I’m afraid that I can’t do so, my lady. It would be highly improper to call you by your name.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*

***

“Diarmuid, do you have nothing else to wear?”

“I’m afraid that this is my only outfit, my lady.”

“Well, you certainly can’t go out like that. Let’s go shopping.”

“My lady, there’s …there’s no need to trouble yourself!”

“It’s no trouble at all. Besides, I have been wanting to explore the shops here anyways. How about this? You be my bag carrier for the day and I buy you an outfit as a thank you present?”

“Al…Alright, my lady.”

(Time skip)

“So, so? What do you think?”

“You have good taste, my lady.”

“Of course.”

Lancer couldn’t help but admire his outfit that consist of a dark green shirt, black pants and black shoes paired with a black vest in the mirror. 

“As a bonus, we match too,” said [Name] as she gave a twirl in her black dress with dark green embellishments.

[tireddal]

oh small HC's for fate boys with ill!reader because I have an awful cough right now and damn..I hope I will stay alive to morning 

diarmuid:

• he's too afraid to see you ill;

• first hour he runs everywhere in case to do something but he's so nervous that can't understand what to do;

• very careful. tries not to touch you, because he's afraid to make your state even worse than you being already are;

• brings you warm tea or hot milk with some butter to heal your sore throat;

cu chulainn:

• he stays near you 24/7;

• caresses your back if you're coughing hard;

• doesn't let you to go anywhere from his lap, so he hugs you gently, trying not to press any weight on you frame;

• watches your sleep. if he sees that you're breathing hard or suffocating cu immediately wakes you up;

• I suppose he can try alcohol as a medicine (sorry)

karna:

• first time he is absolutely dumb. why are you coughing hard? have you choked on something?

• when he understands that you're ill, karna at the moment is near you;

• he doesn't touch you, but radiates some heat so you will feel better and can fell asleep faster;

• karna will definitely call a doctor to have clear instructions what to do for your healing;

• cooks carry for you, because hot meal always helps.

[demialwrites]

Concubine HCs - Diarmuid

He's actually quite at home being someone's concubine, given you take good care of him and let him fight for you

He also loves to spar with the other concubines that are warriors

He gets clingy if you spend a lot of time together but he never gets jealous. If it makes you happy to spend time with another man, he's happy, too

Sex always turns into lovemaking

If Lancer Diarmuid, you have to hide him away from all women. He's sad that he has to be isolated but he will tolerate it for you

If Saber Diarmuid, you trust him to stay faithful and turn down all the people smitten based on looks alone

He secretly wishes he could be your everything but it never gets him down

You have good taste in concubines and he enjoys spending time with them

[dark-mnjiro]

Lee my beloved! Is it alright that I join your collab using Chigiri from Blue Lock based around The Pursuit of Diarmuid and Gráinne (Irish mythology)? It’ll be a character x reader fic if that helps!

of course you can Tiny! Added you to the list!!!

[simping-overload]

𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚆/ 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚞𝚒𝚍

𝚊/𝚗: 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢! & 𝚒 𝚊𝚖 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚚𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚜 & 𝚏𝚎𝚖/𝚏𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍,(𝚜𝚑𝚎/𝚑𝚎𝚛)(𝚜𝚑𝚎/𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢) 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎 & 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝙼𝙻𝙼, 𝙽𝙱𝙼𝙻𝙼, 𝚎𝚝𝚌 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚜, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚒'𝚖 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞♡♡

𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍: 𝚢𝚎𝚜 | 𝚗𝚘

𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚜: 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚞𝚒𝚍 𝚞𝚊 𝚍𝚞𝚒𝚋𝚑𝚗𝚎, 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝙼𝙻𝙼 & 𝙽𝙱𝙼𝙻𝙼, 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚞𝚒𝚍

sometimes uses your body wash and hair products bc he loves how you smell

any form of affection makes him weak in the knees, wether it be kisses, hand holding, hugs. Any form of affection makes him red in the face and a stuttering mess

loves going going to festivals, one of his favorite times of the year, he goes from stall to stall looking at anything that catches his eyes, especially clothing i have a feeling he would like turtle necks

snuggling up under the blankets during cold nights,storms, blizzards, etc is one if his favorite way to fall asleep

guilty pleasure with wearing sweatpants and holiday sweater combo

he likes cooking food for you, he may not cook as good/ much as emiya but his cooking is good nonetheless, is very happy when you say you like his cooking. prefers to cook with you then cook alone, he thinks it tastes better when you make it together

would love to learn out to ice skate, since he saw it on TV once and thought it was beautiful. if you know how to skate for the love of the gods teach this man how too

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