hero of erin

role-play blog for "fionn mac cumhaill" from fate/grand order. affiliated with isola radiale HOUSING ;; Apartment 305 RANK ;; Dwarf OBTAINED ;; A Cool Stick RETAINED ;; Magic Resistance

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    ≪✿≫ THE IRISHMAN COULDN’T help but chuckle as the decorations around the Island’s shops were changing a bit – past was Valentine’s Day (THANK GOODNESS) and now? He was seeing hints and decorations of GREEN. “St. Patrick’s Day.” Fionn laughs a little.

      How would the Patron Saint of Ireland feel about this holiday, and how it was treated nowadays? Not that he particularly cared – after all, being raised by two DRUID WOMEN, he wasn’t exactly in good standing with most Saints… “Guess I’m gonna have to pick up some drinks, hmm…” It might be a little early. But? He hadn’t exactly gotten around to finding favorite places to drink at yet around here ether… looks like it was time to start searching.

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;; YOUNG FRIEND / @creativxquirk​‌

   Momo recognized who was waving at her instantly. She hadn’t really been expecting to encounter him while she was in the bamboo grove. In fact, this was probably one of the strangest places she had found him in and he wasn’t alone for once. That didn’t stop her excitement though.

   “Fionn!” She waved at him smiling widely as she ran towards him skidding a bit and coming to a stop directly in front of him. Momo was happy to see him again and honestly, it felt like it had been far too long from the last time.

   “Yes, of course.” Hopefully, he didn’t mind that she had been training she knew some of her hair had escaped from where she placed it and she probably looked a little rough. If she had to guess though, he was introducing her to his companion that was already standing here and had already seen Momo in all of her mess.

   Momo looked curiously at the woman standing next to him her arms were linked with his and they were clearly comfortable with one another. This was without a doubt someone important to him. She had a couple guesses as to how but she didn’t want to be rude and assume. 

    ≪✿≫ HIS HEART WARMED some at her genuine excitement. Truthfully, his heart was already so full at the moment, he wasn’t sure how to respond – his eyes were cheerful, his smile was genuine, he was absolutely in the best mood he’d been in since becoming a SERVANT. Finding his wife here… and making these new friends here? It was almost like he was alive again. He savored every minute of it. Every second.

      He’d never thought this place would be so full of precious memories for him. He was grateful. “I’m really happy to see you, young Momo. It has been far to long, and I do hope you’ve faired well.” He continues, cordially. His excitement obvious to his wife, who only chuckles a little from her position at his side. “Remind me before we part to exchange contact information? I have begun to learn how to use my cellular device somewhat regularly – yet I wasn’t able to ask you for your contact info before. Would that be alright?”

      Of course, he was a little off his main point right now – but? He didn’t want to lose contact with his young friend again. And just relying on happenstance run-in’s would be somewhat unfortunate, if he wanted to say something to her in particular. So? Mobile phones.

      “Dear?” Sadhbh starts up, her voice charmed by the exchange – yet? Trying to bring him back around so that he might remember –

      His eyes light up again, immediately laughing a little. “Ah, forgive my manners! Momo, this here is my wife Sadhbh. Sadhbh, this here is Momo. I met her here, somewhat… recently. She is a very talented warrior who is also a temporary resident of this unusual place.” He explains, eagerness readily in his tone as he explains. The Hero of Erin was having a great time.

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;; YOUNG LADY WARRIOR / @creativxquirk​‌

   She was still surprised by all of his kind words. Momo got embarrassed when her own friends complimented her so it was with no surprise that she was a bit embarrassed now as he continued to compliment her. Her face was flushed and she fidgeted a little before composing herself.

   They had both seen each other on the battlefield and sure she was a little uncomfortable with all the compliments but he hadn’t done anything wrong with approaching her and certainly, it hadn’t been the most undignified approach she had ever seen.

   "No, no, it’s fine. We’re both a mess,“ she laughed. 

   "We did just getting done fighting for our lives and after that mess, I doubt anyone fighting the shamblers got away completely unscathed.” Both of them were covered in god only knows what and she herself had her bite so it wasn’t like she looked any better than him. 

   "I think such energy suits you, there’s no need to apologize for it.“

   "Of course,” she looked up at him curiously. He had something on his mind and she was curious to know what it was. Although, he hardly needed to ask permission to ask her a simple question. 

    ≪✿≫ A WARM LAUGH escapes him when she says that – it was true. They were both… less than their best right now. Zombies were not an idea sparing partner, if you wanted to remain neat and clean. Fionn, however, was just lucky he was as clever as he was. Given that he had no proper weapon for the endeavor and was given something as… pointless as a “COOL STICK” upon arriving here, rather than even a replacement weapon. He was talented, even for a SERVANT. But? He had also gotten lucky.

      “I suppose that must be true.” He admits, laughing still. His eyes warm as he looks at the younger warrior. “I doubt such situations are… easy to get out of without some mess. Especially when some of the enemies… erupt when you kill them?” He adds that last part with a somewhat… reluctant expression. It was weird when you fought against something corroded to the point of being able to just “squish” for lack of better phrasing. But the thought alone made him shake his head a little. It was gross.

      He was a Hero, but he had standards. (OF COURSE being weirded out by a monster had never stopped him – he had priorities. And the lives of the innocent were more important than his personal opinions of the monsters.)

      “Does it truly?” Fionn replies, flattered. “It’s been so long since I’ve had this energy level, I was worried I might be overbearing. But? I am absolutely relieved to hear you say that.” His smile, in turn, was brilliant. He was relieved. That much was obvious, though with her permission now – “I couldn’t help but notice you were something of a warrior yourself. But, I don’t believe you’re from my world. I suppose I am just curious what sort of training you underwent. You had such… concentration and cleverness in your eyes in battle. A tactician, I’d venture to say.” As someone who had infinite wisdom literally at his fingertips, he couldn’t help but notice she was definitely not your average person.

      She’d clearly known where to attack. Made note of weaknesses and compensated for the damage done to her arm with finesse. He was curious.

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    ≪✿≫ WAS IT THE mature way to handle the situation? Likely not. However, given recent events had ended how they had – given that he’d been reunited with his long lost first wife, and then she’d disappeared on him again. And given that his companion and fellow KNIGHT of the FIANNA had disappeared briefly? Was anyone surprised?

      The other’s new room was in shambles. As soon as Fionn had located him again, he’d thrown something of a temper tantrum. And now? He was sitting in the middle of the floor. Exhausted by the destruction he’d set forth on the place. He looked… embarrassed. However, he didn’t look apologetic. Having been summoned in his younger body, he may have his older memories, but? He often carried himself with the energy level of his age, so? He wasn’t surprised he’d panicked, however… “… I’m sorry.” Fionn murmurs aloud. Those words were unlikely to be the truth, he didn’t look sorry. However? He did look… somewhat relieved.

      Having lost SADHBH again had been a real blow to his moral. For a while, he’d been rather crippled – having lost touch with everyone for a while. Afterwards? He’d sought Diarmuid out. The two of them were regaining some of their former closeness, so? He’d wanted to see him… Than after that, this strange island had set them up as something of a “FAMILY” – after all these little things having helped them become closer again? Having the other be spirited away by one of the ISLANDS many incidents, only to show up later in a different location… hadn’t sat well with him. He’d panicked. He’d thought his friend was gone for sure, this time… “… I’ll clean up. I shouldn’t… have done that. That was… unreasonable. Sorry. I’ll clean up, than leave.” And yet, he wouldn’t explain himself ether. The HERO of ERIN wasn’t great at communication at this age. And telling the other that he’d been scared that Diarmuid had disappeared for good, just as his wife had only a little while ago… didn’t sound like something he wanted to do.

/ @rosridire

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SUBVERSION (part 2).

    ≪✿≫ TO SAY THAT he was a little overwhelmed as he became entirely aware of the situation… would be an understatement. From the moment those ALARMS had gone off, and the message was played, he was confused. He felt like he’d been dreaming. He felt like he’d just woken up from something. He felt, for lack of better words, lost.

      Those memories – his own, yet not quite his – lingered just behind his eyes. A haze which had settled onto his brain.

      It was LIKE waking up from a dream. It was similar. Foreign. Yet familiar. But? What he was sure of… was that he was amongst those whose “DREAM” he’d shared. Whom had formed something of a family, somehow – “Let me be the first to break the silence.” Fionn starts, the blond attempting to gain some control over the situation that had been put in front of him. Those memories… they weren’t quite his. Yet they made him hazy. Confused. “I’m assuming you both heard the same message I did, then? That we have duplicates that must be handled? Before… the… ah, virus settles in?” He was asking the two of them for clarification. This island had done stranger things then manipulate sound before – so? There was a chance they could have heard different things. And? Frankly, he didn’t want to start out this already unusual misadventure with a misunderstanding.

      “What say you? Do you trust what the voice said in the message?”

      It was odd – extremely so – looking at the two of them right now. The young woman who’d become something of an apprentice of his (an apparent daughter to his counterpart) and his oldest friend. Whose relationship with his counterpart… wasn’t something he even wished to ponder at this moment. This was complicated enough without that added complication. “And if you do, what would you do about it? Dia –“ For a moment, he pauses – confusion in his eyes, “Diarmuid. Momo? Your opinions, please?”

next ≫ @rosridire ≫ @creativxquirk

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    ≪✿≫ “Ah! What an honor to see the owner of the Casino in the flesh. Surely you cannot be here to kick me out again, hmm? I have been relatively little trouble to your staff.”

      RELATIVELY. AND THE only time he’d been kicked out was shortly after his wife’s disappearance several years ago. It appears, however, that his transgression must not have been so awful, as the owner has continued to allow him on the premises following the pass of time and Fionn’s return to his more playful self. Of course, he often came here dragging his friend/lover in tow. However? It appeared the blond had come alone tonight.

      “Or where you perhaps just getting a drink from the bar? I would offer to buy you one, but…” A sly smile dances across his lips than. However, there was a playful twinkle in his eye. “I would almost feel like I was insulting you by offering to buy you a drink from your own establishment.” Despite mischief caused several years back, he found himself right at home at the casino and enjoyed both the atmosphere and the staff. Including their owner, who… frankly, always looked like he needed a nap.

      Somehow, he got the feeling that appearance only got worse every time he showed up. Oh well.

/ EVENT. @gcldenking

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(Open Starter) SUBVERSION (part 1)

     ≪✿≫ “So, what are you interested in learning?”

       THE WARM GRIN on the instructor’s face was reassuring – it didn’t matter what weapon they showed preference in, his dojo was decorated in many different sorts of wooden variants. And given one of his mother’s had been a weapon fanatic, he was rather well trained. And more then happy to see if he could help others find love for these more… primitive weapons.

       Swords, spears, etc. were outdated nowadays. But their use was an art form he refused to allow to die. “First lesson’s free, you know.” Plus, it seemed a few of them were coming back around, at least for competitions. So? He was grateful for the influx of people interested.

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SUBVERSION (part 1).

    ≪✿≫ WAKING UP SLOWLY, Fionn quietly yawns… his teal eye only just barely peeling open in the semi-darkness of the room. It was moments before his alarm, but? That tended to be his luck. Especially when he could already smell coffee brewing in the kitchen not so far away.

        A quick glance to his side was enough to prove to him that his partner had yet to wake. So? The likely answer was that their daughter had already gone ahead and begun brewing a pot for the whole family.

       With that, the blond man runs his fingers very carefully through the others hair. It was a careful movement, bringing the others unrestrainable longer strand of hair to the side… Gently nudging the other to the waking world, as he begins to climb out of bed. Careful to turn off his own alarm – unwilling to leave it to startle the other with it, especially if he was going to be up prior. “Mornin’, Dia.” The blond murmurs, casting a glance over at him again – it might take the other a moment to catch up still. But? “I’m going to start making breakfast. See you in a bit.”

        And with that, he slips out the door to what had become their room. Heading towards the kitchen with a lopsided grin on his face. “Now, darling daughter of mine…” He laughs out, quietly, shaking his head at the other as it appeared she’d settled into the kitchen for study purposes. “Waking up early and brewing a pot of coffee for the family? What sort of angel are you?” He offers, walking pasted her with a quick stop to kiss the top of her head. “Are you the sort who would like chocolate chips in your pancakes?” 

( next ≫ @rosridire ≫ @creativxquirk )

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SUBVERSION. - pt. 1

Home Situation. Well-to-do adopted father of one, forever cursed with his luck with women – after losing the love of his life about six years ago and having turned to his dearest friend for help at the time, the two of them naturally sort of fell into step with one another. ( Sorta dating, they won’t talk about it though. Awkward boys. Practically married. )

This makes Fionn “Dad #1” && Diarmuid is “Dad #2”

Fionn will fight you on the order of this.

Originally raised by his aunt and her lady-love back when he was young, he has always known he was adopted. So? When he and his wife were unable to have children, they adopted a child to give them a loving home. She is now the star of his life, and he would absolutely do anything for her. Proud father figure. Forever. Can and will begin talking about his brilliant daughter ( Momo ) at a moments notice.

Job Situation. His biological mother left him a large sum of money in a bank account to make up for the fact that she wouldn’t be raising him – so that she could marry someone else. His adopted mothers told him about it when he was getting ready to move out, when he was a teenager, and he decided to just keep saving it. That money is now how he absolutely spoils his daughter.

The only thing he’s used the money for personally was to help him establish a dojo, which he runs and uses to teach others general weaponry. A master of several forms of weapons, he enjoys teaching the older arts of weapon mastery to anyone interested. ( This occasionally leads to him biting off more than he can chew – apprentice wise. But? Will not stop him. )

Other stuff? Can and will stop to help anyone who asks him. His wife was that type of person – and he intends to keep that sort of kind spirit alive. He and Diarmuid have never entirely stopped looking for her, though they’ve realistically given up.

Relationships. Looking for neighbors, friends of his daughter ( that he can embarrass her in front of – it’s his god-given right as her father ), friends for him and Diarmuid (drinking buddies?), and also! Students at his dojo. Maybe more teachers there too? If you’re looking for an odd-job and have weapon experience! ( BAD INFLUENCES FOR HIS DAUGHTER MAY NOT APPLY – just kidding. Let him panic. )

PARTNER/”HUSBAND” ( @rosridire ) - Best friend since forever. Fell into step with one another when his wife disappeared about six years ago. Originally because he was trying to help Fionn find his wife... Things happened.

ADOPTED DAUGHTER ( @creativxquirk ) - The daughter he adopted about 10 years ago. Despite his youthful appearance, Fionn is thirty years old.

WILL ADD OTHERS! Like this post and we can plot something~

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;; QUEEN VIVALDI / @rhosynbrenhines​

   Vivaldi shifted her attention to the strange man who dared to approach her. Red violet eyes taking in his appearance. He was tall and quite pleasant to look at with his light hair, teal eyes, and nicely toned muscles despite his slender frame. It was quite clear that he was some sort of warrior.

   It would appear he had a way with words~ Amused she allowed a small smile to grace her lips. To think this man would recognize her as royalty even though she was dressed in simple peasant clothes, albeit nice peasant clothes, but that didn’t exactly make her stand out from the crowd anymore.

   Most people didn’t recognize her as royalty here until she spoke and even after some of the fools didn’t get it. Yet here this man was recognizing it right away~ How pleasing~ It would appear that he had a keen eye~ How amusing~

   She laughed lightly at his greeting amusement quite clear in her tone.

   "You are quite the flatterer~ Surely you have been around royalty before so speak in such a way~“ He was polite and seemed to understand quite well how to interact with a royal.

   "You have pleased us. We are Vivaldi the Queen of Hearts and who might you be flatterer?”

    ≪✿≫ HER COMPLIMENTS DID not go unheard, and the fair-haired warrior does a quick but polite bow in response: “I am only as flattering as the truth allows me to be, m’lady. I am not one who cloaks themselves in lies or dishonesty, so if my tongue is silver, then you must be a treasure in of yourself.” Fionn replies truthfully, his lips curved into a pleasant smile.

      However, with her comments about his being around royalty before, he does nod a little. He would not allow himself to leave the ladies inquires unanswered, of course!

     “I have both served a king and worked as a ruler myself, though? As you see stand, my titles bare no meaning.” The Irishman admits, a soft sigh in his voice – somewhat frustrated to be somewhere in which he couldn’t even check on his former home… But? At least it allowed for him to meet interesting people such as this woman. “Queen Vivaldi, it is a sincere pleasure of mine to get to meet one such as yourself. I am known as Lord Fionn. It seems I am truly blessed to get to meet one such as yourself while out for a simple stroll – would you allow me to accompany you, perhaps? After all, a rose ought not be put somewhere it cannot be admired.”

      Do you know who it a shameless flirt? This man. There is no stopping him.

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🎎 [ sit close enough to brush knees/lean against yours. ]

      ≪✿≫HE’D BEEN MISSING for several days – he knew that likely hadcaused the other some stress. So? He’d decided to make his way towards theothers residence unannounced. Perhaps that wasn’t the best way to approach,perhaps the other would have preferred some warning or at least a confirmationthat he’d been around. Alright. That he hadn’t simply disappeared during one ofthe islands many eclipses.

      And yet, that hadn’t occurred to him.

      What HAD, however, were some treacherous thoughts prior.Thoughts, however brief, that had consumed him – made him wonder about whetheror not the other might have had something to do with the disappearance of hiswife. However, these thoughts had quickly died – a simple, yet meaningfulgesture, the other had done upon meeting his first wife again… dispelling hisdoubts. Though he’d, momentarily, doubted the other… Remembering how quicklythe other had acted to cover his face, to cover that “MARK” when Fionn wasbringing her over, washed him over with both shame and finally, finally… warmth. Diarmuid had been quick to actbecause he knew how much Fionn cared for his first wife. And having used his wisdom-grantingNoble Phantasm, he knew the validity of the others spell/curse/blessing. Thatwas something he’d checked back in Chaldea, because… during life, he hadn’t believed it. So,truthfully? He knew the other had acted because he didn’t want to hurt Fionn…

      Because they were friends.

            Because they just wanted to be friends again…

      Upon arrival to the others residence, Fionn texts him. Asimple message reading only: I’m outside.Can you unlock the door?

      And upon being allowed inside, without a word, Fionn justenters. Passing the other without a word and standing somewhat… distantly,silently, in the others momentary home. Allowing his companion to guide him tohis room, so that they weren’t pestering the rest of the Knight’s roommates. Takingin the appearance of the place, eyes casting themselves over the entirety ofthe place.

      Perhaps it was because he was still distressed. Perhaps itwas because of his emotions being in such a flustered mess that he wasn’t quite…there yet. Whether or not the other had talked to him during this time, he wasuncertain. How much time passed as he stood there… he was unsure. He was anemotional mess. He still looked like a wreck, having not really fixed himselfup from having wandered for several days attempting to find his missing wife.

      But in the hours, he must have spent just… allowing himselfto take in the surroundings, the other seems to have sat back down. Diarmuidwas settled back onto his bed. It appeared… the other seemed somewhatconcerned. He was watching his LORD, the uneasy blond, take in the appearanceof his room.

      Finally, Fionn focuses on him – his teal eyes looking exhausted,however? A ghost of a smile paintsitself onto his lips. His eyes remaining somewhat dead in appearance, sad, exhausted – empty. The smile didn’t reachhis eyes. In fact, his eyes looked… fragile. But his smile, for its sadness, wasreal… and he finally decides to settle himself in as well. Sitting on the bednext to the other, before leaning against him slightly. Allowing himself torest against the other, because he was both exhausted and freezing cold from havingwandered here in the snow…

      Since he’d arrived at this house, he’d seemed a little likea phantom. Distant, apparent, but almost unreal. Like making contact with theworld would set everything into stone – like he was ready to bolt. To run awayfrom something or someone…

      Having sat finally, he could feel the cold of his shoulderagainst the others warm arm. It was almost… toowarm against his frozen skin. But? It was enough, though… it solidified him. Made the situation real. Madehis coming here real. “… I’m sorry,Diarmuid.” These words were the only words he’d spoken since arrival – and thoughthe words were quiet, whispered, there was no way the blond man’s words couldbe missed now that he’d sat with the other. “Just… ignore me for now. Please.” With that, his eyes flutterclose… Exhaustion settling in, and luring him to sleep.

      He had no way of knowing that almost as soon as he’d settled in, as his lids had closed, he’d allowed himself to shed the final tear he’d been keeping ever-so-carefully in his eye. He was EXHAUSTED, emotional, and heartbroken. But that was why he’d sought out the other…

      Why he’d sought out his longest time friend. And why he finally felt comfortable enough to rest, despite himself.

/ @rosridire

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;; MY DEAR mischievous MASTER / @possidere‌

The call makes him turn, of course, halfway through a bite of his crepe. A familiar voice that for so long he hasn’t heard, but deep down there is that feeling of relief. He can still recognize the voice of Servants he hasn’t seen in a long time, his body hasn’t forgotten. The idea that such a thing could come to happen would frighten the boy day and night, even bring about nightmares that Gudao wouldn’t dare speak of. When he catches sight of that long blonde hair, and such nostalgic face, it’s like all is fine, again. Like it’s home where they are at ( even if home, right now, is… ), and they have never been separated to begin with.

Yes, because that’s exactly what it feels like. Such is the connection between a Master and their Servant, and he couldn’t be more thankful that not only him, but Fionn hadn’t forgotten him, either.

“Eh? Uhm… Who are you, again?” A joke, of course, because the Lancer seemed to worried that his own Master wouldn’t remember him that he couldn’t help but give him that little fright. Shouldn’t it be the other way around? There’s no way Gudao would ever forget the people who helped Chaldea through so many battles. “Ahhh, it’s a joke, a joke! Don’t make that face, I’m joking. There’s no way I could forget you, Fionn.” There it is, then, that reassuring smile. And it feels right.

“Though… really? Here I thought you’d continue to look after me even if I didn’t actually remember you.” A faux pouting, and more joking. The reunion with another from Chaldea’s ranks is a moment to celebrate, a small token of happiness. “Geez, does our friendship and contract mean that little to you…? And here I was thinking of even sharing a piece of my crepe with you…”

    ≪✿≫ WHEN THE OTHER’S words are spoken – teal eyes widen a little with surprise, though they quickly recover. He is often one who does his best to hide his emotions, at least… if they are negative. And the fact that the other didn’t appear to remember him hit him hard. Fionn could feel the air quickly exit his chest, he felt like he’d been hit physically… it hurt, but he couldn’t say he didn’t expect it. All to well, he’d already come to realize that people didn’t always have the same sets of memories…

      He’d made his peace with that. However BITTER the feeling was, he was willing to accept the others answer. Of course – he didn’t want to make the other uncomfortable… so he was about to attempt to leave – though he stops short of offering an apology when the other recounts that it had been a joke.

      With that, the blond frowns a little. Pouting. Visibly. “… Master… that was cruel.” He complains, however… he couldn’t help the fact that a smile was attempting to tug at the ends of his smile. Relief filling his teal eyes. “Do you have no remorse in you? I have been cast adrift at a strange island where not everyone is as they were, and then you pull such trickery? You wound me.” However, scolding aside, he approaches. Truthfully – if his MASTER had honestly forgotten him, he would have been very sad. Though, at this moment, he was just struggling to keep a stern face at the other.

      It wasn’t as though he hadn’t seen the other pull such pranks before. It was just the timing that had hurt him some – though, even that was quickly lifting. It just… it felt right to be with his master again.It felt a little more like Chaldea. It felt a little more like home. And, Fionn couldn’t hold anything against the other… even if he tried.

      However, as Gudao begins teasing him again, Fionn’s eyes widen again. His lips parting in both surprise and protest – “Hey! Master, no! You’re putting words in my mouth!” The Hero of Erin complains, pouting some more himself. Having been summoned younger – he was prone to these emotional spurts. “I missed you! And I was worried you wouldn’t know who I was… it doesn’t mean I wouldn’t act on your behalf regardless, it’s just… I wouldn’t want to stick around and make you uncomfortable! Imagine if I had gotten it wrong and approached a you who didn’t know me! I had just called you “master,” do you not see how that could be… uncomfortable for a stranger! I was trying to be kind!”

      Good going, Gudao, you actually flustered him. Congratulations~! “I would never abandon you!” The emotional Irishman practically whines, looking frustrated and still very obviously pouting. Eyebrows knit and eyes shining with confusion: Begging the question of how things got to this point – he’d only just been reunited with his companion and partner, and yet? Here he was, a flustered mess. “Master, you are my companion and my friend – Were we back in my days, I would have long sense welcomed you into the fold of the Fianna Knights, on your own merits. Please do not think so poorly of your distressed Servant…”

      The Chaldea Team, folks. In charge of restoring and saving humanity. You’re looking at some of the worlds best and brightest. Beautiful.

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Soft Affection

Send in an icon for my muse to: 

🎀 Play with your muse’s hair

✋ brush fingers/hold hands

👉 Gently poke or prod yours

💐 give a gift

🎎 sit close enough to brush knees/lean against yours

🛌 take a nap with yours

🖐 tracing fingers against your muse’ skin or over a scar/other

🍫 quietly hand over a treat/food item

☺ stroke your muse’s cheek/face

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✨+ add your own

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≪✿≫ ( Drabble - COVET END SUMMERY )

WARNING;; Fionn isn’t in a good place right now. Fionn’s first wife is stated to be the love of his life and someone he adored deeply - having been reunited with her against all the odds was a blessing. Losing her again is quite damaging for him. So? His mental state will be a bit shaky - of course! He’ll keep face with strangers, but to those who know him, he might be a little fragile right now...

    ≪✿≫ FATE ALWAYS HAD a way to bring back his curse and throw it in his face.

      He was always the type of person to be cursed when it came to luck with women. Why should this particular case be any different? Why should he expect different, when all of his life was a cycle of disappointment and cruelty in this particular field?

      Why should he truly expect that now, as a SERVANT and summoned to an unusual island… that his luck would change?

      Fionn cursed himself. Cursed his luck. Finally, he’d finally been able to find his long-lost first wife again and… though it had taken days for him to get used to the idea that she was truly there, losing her hit him hard. When he’d awaken to find her not at his side, his heart had dropped into his stomach. Despair had overtaken him and he’d immediately gone to search for her. But? History was doomed to repeat itself – despite spending HOURS and DAYS looking for her, Sadhbh was truly gone. Disappeared, again, without a trace. Without a goodbye.

      He didn’t understand it though.

      Unlike the first time, he never left her side. The first time he’d lost her she’d been spirited away during one of his battles. A battle he’d needed to go to, or the damage would have been catastrophic. And yet, when she’d disappeared from his side because of his failure to protect her from that fae… he’d hated himself for it.

      This time he hadn’t made that mistake. And yet, she’d still slipped away from him… disappearing in the middle of the night.

      “… is this divine retribution? Is this punishment? Where did I fail this time?” These words were muttered in despair by the golden-haired LANCER when he finally returned to his room, closing the door behind him and slumping against it immediately. His TEAL eyes puffy and red in color, and his voice raspy from how much he’d been calling her name. His throat ached, he knew he should get some sort of drink to relieve it, and yet… he couldn’t bare the thought of relieving this pain right now.

      For once, he truly BLAMED HIMSELF.

      Something he often refused to do, given his personality. Given his heroic deeds and how others viewed him. Due to his NOBLE PHANTASM of KNOWLEDGE, which gave him an edge in most situations. And yet? Losing her this time, when things had been peaceful and they’d been reunited against all the odds… broke his heart. And shook his confidence.

      “Sadhbh… my dear… my wife…”

      The words trembled from his lips as he brought his hands to his face against. A pitiful sight, as his heart shattered again.

      “I’m so sorry... Did I let you down again? D-Did I do something? Should I have watched you better? I’m so... so sorry. I love you... I love you so much, please... Please be alright. Sadhbh... I looked everywhere for you. I want... I want nothing more then for you to be happy. I love you... please... I’m so sorry...”

      Though this was the second time he lost her, it hurt just as it had the first time. And though he’d searched for her for days – he couldn’t find her. She was gone. Vanished without a trace once more. And though simply speaking to others on the Island would have revealed that it was not only he who had lost his loved one who had only been returned briefly… he couldn’t bare to ask others where she’d gone. He’d only desperately searched for her on his own for days. Repeating his history. Repeating his past. Desperately looking for her for days…

      Only to wind up back in his temporary home.

      Alone. And unable to find her… He looked like a mess. His fingers were frozen from having been outside for so long, his feet ached and burned from the cold. Though his outfit was suited well enough for the weather, being outside for prolonged periods without caring for his own health? Had done its damage. As a servant, even one with his perimeters lowered, he’d recover well enough… but emotionally, he was devastated.

      He’d get back around to being himself again. He’d recover… at least, he’d learn to act like himself again. It’d just take a little while.

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    ≪✿≫ LIFTING HIS ARM to wave at the face he recognized in the distance, he couldn’t help but smile. He was making his way with his wife to check out the BAMBOO FOREST, so that he might show her the oversized rabbit’s and the foxes that lived there… happening upon his young friend from the last event? Well, it was a happy coincidence. And good timing.

      “Marvelous timing!” Fionn exclaims, grinning at the young warrior. His voice showing his genuine excitement. Though he rarely had particularly great luck – it appears having his wife at his side had cured him of his typical curse. “Lady Momo, do you have time to spare? I would like to ask you to accompany me, so I might introduce you to someone important.”

      His wife only laughs a little from her spot holding onto his arm. Sadhbh was allowing him to escort her around – since she knew very little about this crazy island. However? She looked amused to see her husband greet the other so enthusiastically.

      If she had to guess, this was likely a friend of his from the Island. However? She’d been surprised multiple times lately… so she decides not to voice her guess just yet.

/ EVENT. (COVET) ≪✿≫ @creativxquirk

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;; YOUNG GENTLEMAN &  the gremlin / @yeahgen‌

Thwmp.

Fortunately, snowballs aren’t as fast as volleyballs. After getting pelted with two during the city’s summer festival, he’s honed up enough reflexes to catch this one by the hand. Specks of it still splatter against his glasses though, which Yagen pauses to wipe clean with his glove. It’s a young couple that greets his eyes–dating, maybe. They’re an attractive pair.

‘It’s fine,’ he says and waves off the attack. Ah, young love.

‘My brother and I were just–’ Wait, what did he say?

At the end of Fionn’s spiel, a second head suddenly pops out from behind Yagen–that of a short boy with honey-colored hair and vibrant sparkles in his eyes. Uh-oh. Yagen tries to push him back, but it’s too late: the man has already name-dropped the fatal word.

‘Houchou no, behave your–’

“Leave me alone, Yagen-nii!”

Quite expertly, the smaller tantou weaves around his brother and skips right up to the blond-haired man.

“Hey!”

“Did you just say wife?!”

Oh god, it’s a gremlin.

     ≪✿≫ “I’m overjoyed to hear it.” FIONN REPLIES, SMILING at the other – grateful that the other was taking it so well. He knew some people had a tendency to over-react to things, and he would have felt guilty if his and his wife’s little game had truly upset anyone else. Luckily it appeared the other was a more level-headed sort, and rather understanding. “I was worried that I might have ruined someone else’s outing, that would have been… unfortunate. I am sorry again. Thank you for your understanding.”

      He was a truly kind knight, when it came down to it. The Hero of Erin, he wasn’t exactly shy about stating his opinion – but? When he and his newly reunited wife had only just started getting to see one another again, due to this strange “EVENT”, he had gotten a little careless. Though not the traditional form of “young love” he certainly had regressed a little when it came to his care and handling of things. Simply overjoyed and excited about his reunion.

      Otherwise, it would have been unlike him to make this mistake.

      However, it seemed his introduction had led to a very… particular exchange, hadn’t it? Sadhbh tilts her head ever-so-slightly when the other pops out, startling a little and reaching to take her husbands arm as well. (She’s easily startled – much like a deer.) “… a-ah, yes? My name is Sadhbh. I am Lord Fionn’s wife… is… is that odd?”

      Fionn raises an eyebrow than, looking between the two of them. Both the level-headed one and the… odd one which seemed to have just… appeared at the mention of the word “wife.” How… particular. “… the earlier mentioned brother, I assume?” He asks, looking back at the level-headed one he’d been speaking to prior. Curiosity in his teal eyes, though… he was beginning to wonder, immediately, if he would need to stand in-between this young-looking man and his wife.

      … he’d wait to decide.

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;; MY FRIEND / @rosridire

       〚 ♘ 〛 EVER THE FAITHFUL KNIGHT, Diarmuid responded quickly to hearing his lord call his name. Halting in his steps, he turned, amber eyes scanning the streets to find Fionn. Spotting the Hero of Erin, he nearly returned the greeting before catching sight of the woman he had linked arms with. Who… was she?

       As they approached, the LANCER almost instinctively moved to cover the mark upon his face before catching himself. There was no need to resort to such measures when the island seemed to have lessened the potency of the BLESSING / CURSE. ( If nothing else regarding his sealed powers, that much was a boon, at least. )  Among most he wouldn’t bother, but the last thing he wanted was to charm another woman whom his lord had expressed interest in.

       It seemed however, that the other man’s enthusiasm was contagious, as Diarmuid felt himself chuckling in turn as the couple approached. ❝ My lord, ❞ he greeted with an earnest smile, ❝ it’s a pleasure, as always. ❞ For the blond to be in such a sincerely joyous mood was unusual. Fionn was a bit ECCENTRIC and wore a smile well, but the FIRST SPEAR had come to find it didn’t always meet his azure eyes.

       Turning his attention towards the woman at Fionn’s side—likely the reason for this particular mood—the knight opened his mouth to give a proper greeting, before finding himself at a loss for words. Had he… seen her before? Diarmuid WRACKED his brain; she seemed so familiar. Had they met in life…?

       ❝ Forgive me, my good lady. My manners seem to have failed me, ❞ he apologized, expression somewhat sheepish. ❝ Perchance, have we met prior? ❞ He’d met her before, he was nigh certain of it. But at what point…? In his youth, perhaps? She had a beautiful and GENTLE face with such expressive, wide eyes, almost like a DOE’S…

       —wait. Was this her…? Was that even POSSIBLE…??

                                                                           ❝ Sadhbh ? ❞

    ≪✿≫ THERE WAS A genuine amusement in his own eyes at the confusion in the others – he knew it was unlikely that his fellow LANCER would recognize her immediately, though he didn’t doubt that he would get it. He was a clever fellow, though? The blond was curious at just how long it might take the other to figure it out. Inwardly, he begins counting a little… simply for his own curiosity.

      “As always, my friend.” Fionn replies in turn, chuckling a little at the others expense. He was glad to see him – happy to reintroduce his wife to him. “Are you exploring the changes of the Island? I noticed it was snowing, and thought it might be nice for the two of us to get a walk in.” He explains, laughing a little. “Care to join us, while we talk? I’m curious to see if the cold is enough to freeze over that massive pond in the Cotes Ward.” Even now, nothing could stop that explorative nature of his. He needed to know.

      And his wife couldn’t help but look over at Diarmuid and, very openly, roll her eyes at her husbands’ expanse. She thought him charming – but she also thought him silly. “I keep telling him it’s not going to be frozen over. It’s far to fair a snowfall.” She explains, and yet? The blond only smiles wider. He clearly didn’t care if he was right or wrong – he wanted to go about with her anyways.

      However, when the handsome young man Fionn was speaking to turns his attention to her? Sadhbh stops for a moment, tilting her head ever-so-slightly in confusion. Truthfully, she felt like she recognized him as well – but…

      Fionn laughs a little, clearly enjoying both of their confusion, as his inner counting continues.

      “… if my husbands joy is any indicator? You’re likely right. It seems he’s decided to tease us both.” She pouts, looking over at the mischievous blond. “But, you’ll have to forgive me.” She continues, turning her attention back towards the darker-haired young man. Looking somewhat guilty – she just couldn’t place it. And she felt bad for forgetting one of her husbands dear friends… “I can’t… seem to place you.”

      However, as he gets her name right, Fionn nods a little. Stopping his inner count in just under four minutes. Impressive. And Sadhbh smiles a little, though a tad bit more awkward. “… goodness. Now I truly feel awful. I still… I can’t place you, would you mind giving me your name again?” She couldn’t think this young man, about the same age as her husband, was the same youth who had tagged along with him from a young age. Their age had been a fair bit more varied in life, and now she was truly lost.

      But, after a brief pause – her eyes brighten up. A soft “o” forming at her lips, when she recalls: “Wait, my dear… Fionn, you called him Diarmuid? This is young Diarmuid?” Help this poor woman, she is baffled.

      And Fionn was cackling.