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hasishtardoneanythingwrong · 4 years ago

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This Isn’t Giving Up, This Is Letting Go

The door to the coffin slid open, and Val fell forward, landing on the ground with a meaty plop. As blood pooled on the ground and her consciousness failed her, the last thing she heard was Goredolf screaming.

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Val didn’t know how long she had been asleep, but she must have really overslept if she was as stiff as she felt. It was a surprise that Mash hadn’t gotten her up yet. Still groggy, she batted at the itch on the back of her hand. The resulting discomfort shuddered through her body, immediately waking her up.

Blinking the crust from her eyes, she looked down to see an IV in her hand. What? Looking around, she was clearly in Medical, but why? Her failed attempt to sit up cleared the mystery up quickly, pain quickly stopping her. Looking down revealed heavy bandaging around her stomach. What had...Oh, that’s right. She had been out on a mission with Abby and XX, and that wyvern came out of nowhere just the rayshift was about to start. For bad luck, it was actually pretty lucky.

She lay back down and closed her eyes. She knew moving was a bad idea, especially if she didn’t desperately need to. This wasn’t a singularity or a lostbelt, there was time to heal. And if things were as bad as it looked, Val didn’t want to undo the hard work of whoever had patched her back together. She’d be back up soon enough.

She was half-asleep when she heard the door slide open, an voice she almost recognized speaking to somebody outside.

“She’s looking more active today, shouldn’t be too much longer until she's up again.”

---

Val was still stiff the next time she woke up, but she could already tell that the pain in her stomach was much more manageable. She propped herself up on her elbows with a groan, which drew the attention of the other person in the room.

"Woah, woah, slow down! You're doing better, but you should still take it easy."

Suddenly Val couldn't hold herself up anymore. This wasn't...that...he...

"See, you pushed yourself a bit too hard there. Let me take a look at you, you're looking a bit pale."

"...Romani?"

"...yes? Were you expecting somebody else? This is medical, you know. Or did you need something?"

Roman grinned at Val, warm and friendly as that first day they met. Then he went back to checking the monitoring devices for any abnormalities.

"Your heart rate is up a bit, but otherwise you seem fine. Do you have a chill?"

"H...how are you...a--"

"I'm doing fine, but then again, I'm not the one who's been unconscious for three weeks after getting mauled by a wyvern. So while I appreciate the concern, I'd like to prioritize a bit here."

It was surreal. Val didn't think she was dreaming, but here he was, the man who gave up everything for mankind, as if nothing had happened. In a burst of energy she probably didn't have, Val found herself reaching over the side of the bed and wrapping her arms around Romani's waist, sobbing into his coat. He awkwardly patted Val's head in confusion.

"Oooookay, I'm...missing something here, I think... Magi☆Mari, what should I do?"

Val couldn't help but snort an ugly laugh amidst her sobbing at hearing Roman's whispered plea.

"Hah...I've missed you so much, Roman...How are you...how did you come back?'

"...Come back from where?"

Val peeled herself off of Roman and propped herself back up in her bed. His eyes were fixed on her, his face strangely serious.

"From what you did to stop Goetia at the temple of time? When yo-"

Romani's eyes narrowed.

"You mean Solomon."

"...What are you talking about, Doc? No, Goetia was just faking it, you're proof enough of that."

"...did I miss you getting a concussion? You're not making any sense, Val."

"No, you don't make sense, you're gone! Where's Mash, she was right there with me!"

Roman's face flashed shock for just a moment, only to become saddened.

"Val... I know you're recovering, but...you know Mash died there..."

"No, no, she sacrificed herself while holding off Goetia's attack. That was when you came and... You were gone, and then Mash came back, somehow Fou saved her. What the hell is going on? You said it yourself. Ars Nova, recreating the moment when you returned your ten rings, erasing yourself even from the Throne of Heroes. Solomon... You... You died there. And I want to be glad you're back. We've sacrificed so much... But something weird is going on..."

Romani stood there silently for a minute, list in thought. He pulled off his left glove and stared at the single golden ring on his hand.

"...I never told anyone. Da Vinci was the only one left that knew, and I know she would never tell anybody. You should have no way of knowing, and yet here you are... I don't know what's happening here, so give me a bit of time to think, okay? Just... Please, don't talk to anybody about this, okay? Get some rest, you're still recovering. I'll go get you some food and water."

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"I think I know what's happening."

It was the next day, and Val was on edge. Roman had been by again briefly yesterday, but he was focused on business more than discussing more.

"So after you came back, we were all distracted, for very good reason. We were so focused on you, we didn't notice that we were having issues seeing beyond the Wandering Sea."

"Okay..."

"I don't think anyone else realizes it yet, given how...empty the world is right now but...I think this is a singularity, Val."

"...what?"

"You said it yourself, I'm dead. I shouldn't be here. You know things you shouldn't have any way to know, so I'm inclined to believe you. So that means somehow, a singularity formed and pulled you in."

“That makes sense, but how? There would have to be a grail holding the singularity up, and I’d figure you guys would be able to find something like that, right?”

“Sure, if we didn’t have all the other ones you’ve found sitting there piling up dust. Throw it in the vault and how are we gonna know which one needs to be removed? And for that matter, how are you planning to remove it? If you had a point of contact, we probably would have heard from...ourselves?”

“...Shit.“

They sat there together in silence, neither of them knowing what to say.

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Two days later, and Val was cleared to leave Medical. The halls were strangely empty as Roman guided her to Command. Inside, Goredolf, Sherlock, Da Vinci, Meuniere, and Sion were waiting. Val gave an awkward wave.

“Hey guys, been a bit.”

“Sorry, but I’ve got something I need to say.”

Roman patted Val on her shoulder, then fixed his gaze on the rest of the room. Val didn’t like where this was going.

“You all know we’re having issues viewing areas beyond the Wandering Sea. With some input from Val, we managed to figure out what was going on. We are currently within a singularity.”

At the clamor coming from those gathered, Roman just raised his hands to request quiet, and the sense of dread in Val’s stomach deepened.

“I’ve managed to identify the origin of the singularity, and the location of the grail holding it all together.”

Roman began to pull off his left glove. Da Vinci and Holmes’s faces grew grim, and under her breath, Val whispered a quiet denial.

“We did not defeat Solomon at the Temple of Time. Goetia, the combined will of Solomon’s 72 demons, took control of his body and used it to impersonate him. I know this because I was summoned as Solomon by Marisbury Animusphere.”

With that, Romani allowed himself to become Solomon once more, the transformation the change happening suddenly and with little fanfare. With the half of the audience who didn’t see this coming frozen with shock, Roman continued, his thumb absentmindedly stroking the ring on his left hand.

“Val has established that I was meant to die at that time. This ring allows me access to my first Noble Phantasm. One which would have greatly diminished Goetia’s strength. The cost, however, would be my existence. I would no longer be capable of manifesting, functionally erasing myself from the Throne of Heroes permanently. And this is where the Grail is hiding.”

Solomon turned to Val, a sad look in his eye.

“I believe that interference from the singularity is what is preventing your people from contacting you, Val. The two aspects of reality are too in sync, preventing either of us from contacting the other. I’m reasonably certain that as the singularity is destabilized, this will resolve itself, allowing them to recover you.”

“...What are you planning to do, Roman.”

Solomon sighed, Val’s question causing all eyes to turn to him.

“If the Grail is tied to this ring, then all I need to do is...give it away.”

“NO!”

Even as Val shouted, Solomon turned and wrapped his arms around her.

“I’m sorry. But what else would you have us do? Allow Mash to die so that I could live? I would never.”

Val froze, not having considered what it would take for this place to remain.

“I...I can’t watch you die again...There has to...”

“I truly am sorry...”

Val squeezed him tight, fighting back tears.

“Ars... Nova.”

Val held tight, until the only thing left to hold was herself.

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“Val, come in, Val!”

“I see her, but she's not responding! No hostiles detected, you're good to go!"

Val was curled on the floor hugging her knees, and didn't react when Faye appeared on the Rayshift platform. She was joined by Serenity and Abby, who immediately ran over to her Master.

"I'm so sorry, Master! I didn't think this would happen, I just know you've been so sad recently, and I really wanted to help you feel better! I'm sorry!"

"Come on, Val, we need to get you home. This singularity isn't stable, we don't know how long we have left here."

Almost mechanically, Val accepted Faye's hand up. The return rayshift to Faye's Chaldea was a brief layover before returning to her own home. She ignored the concerned words as she trudged back to her room. Leaving the door open, she fell face-first into her bed, and remained dead to the world.

The next day, Val only stirred when she needed food. She rolled out of bed ready to shuffle her way to the cafeteria, only to feel an odd weight in the pocket of her skirt. Reaching in, she pulled out a scrap of paper folded around a simple gold band, utterly devoid of magic.

"Val,

I know you didn't want to see me go again. I know the sacrifices you have had to make, and know that more are yet to come. And as much as I hate to say it, I would do it again. For you, for Mash, for every one of our friends, I would do it in a heartbeat. I may have only had a short time as a human, but what time I had was brilliant for your part in it. I know that I hurt you, and I am sorry that it had to be this way. If you are able to forgive me enough for one last request, I just ask that you tell Mash that she was always like a daughter to me. I know you both will rise above and do great things.

Romani Archaman

P.S.: Never let Merlin know that I knew he was Magi☆Mari. Servants with Clairvoyance like that need their fun where they can get it."

Val folded the paper and carefully put it back in her pocket, still holding tight upon the ring. From just down the hall, Mash ran up to Val.

"Senpai, you're up! Do you need to... Talk about anything?'

Val looked up at Mash, a pained smile on her face and the glint of tears in her eyes.

"Yeah, let's talk."

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A/N: thanks to @hasabbydoneanythingwrong and @haspaulbunyandoneanythingwrong for helping me figure out who got the singularity started. You expected fun sitcom shenanigans? Too bad, feels! She just wanted to help after seeing Val being sad, tho, and is that really so wrong?

Faye showed up because while they were able to continue verifying Val's existence, Val was otherwise completely off grid. After a few days, that's when Da Vinci made the call to bring in backup to help figure out what was going on. Oddly enough, I assume disappearing for a few weeks is going to cause some panic, especially with a wound like she had.

@hasereshdoneanythingwrong @hasquetzdoneanythingwrong @hasspartacusdoneanythingwrong @hasbbdoneanythingwrong

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tikoy · 5 years ago

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Kinktober Day 17

Day 17:

Series: FGO

Diarmuid ua Duibne x unnamed female master

First person POV

Warnings: Sex

Rating: Explicit

On a Rayshift, Diarmuid gets injured so he reluctantly asks you for a mana transfer.

Rain poured heavily all through the night. Winds howled against the walls, sending occasional groans and rattles all through the dilapidated building. I twisted and turned, trying in vain to fall asleep. My body was exhausted, but my mind kept racing. It had been hours since I’d turned in, but I’d just lain awake, staring at the cracks in the ceiling. Thoughts of the earlier battle kept running through my head. Flashes of brightly emblazoned fur, enormous tusks, and glowing eyes seemed burned on the backs of my eyelids. I could still smell the fetid breath of the demon boar as it charged. We’d managed to scrape by, but my servants paid the price. I bit my lip.

Injuries were expected. This wasn’t the first time I’d seen blood spilled, and it probably wouldn’t be the last. But it had been months since my servants had gotten more than bruises or scrapes. We’d been doing so well. Guilt still sat heavy in my gut even after I’d patched them up as best I could. I’d hesitated for a second, and that was all it took. A second of indecision and paralysis that everyone else had been punished for. I turned and pressed my face into the pillow. It was pointless and counter-productive, but I’d wished that I’d gotten injured as well, to help lessen the guilt.

After a few more minutes of wallowing in guilt, I gave up and got out of bed. I made my way to the makeshift kitchen, hoping that a drink of water would help. The wooden floorboards creaked and groaned, but the storm outside was much louder. I felt my way through the dimly-lit halls and stairs, hoping that I wouldn’t fall through the holes in the woodwork. I arrived unscathed, but I wasn’t alone. A familiar dark-tressed knight stood vigil, staring out towards the barred wooden doors. At the sound of my approach, he turned.

“Master, is something the matter?”

Even in the low light, he was beautiful. His cheekbones were sharp, and his jaw strongly defined. His amber eyes sparkled in what little light it caught. For a moment, I stood transfixed, my purpose forgotten. A flash of lightning snapped me back to my senses. I cleared my throat and gave a sheepish smile.

“I couldn’t sleep. I was hoping that a drink of water would help.”

“Ah, then let me-“

“No! It’s fine, it’s fine. You’re still standing guard. I can do it myself,” I insisted, walking towards the sink before he could move.

As I held a relatively clean glass under the faucet, I glanced at him from the corner of my eye. He’d turned back towards the door, his two spears at the ready. There was a certain stiffness to his shoulders, and his grip seemed too harsh. A tension had hung between us ever since I’d given him chocolates earlier this year. It wasn’t as if it affected his ability or the dynamics between us during battle, but outside of combat we could hardly speak to one another. I always got tongue-tied whenever I addressed him, blundering through even the most mundane of small talk. He’d reply politely and calmly, making my awkwardness even more glaringly obvious. No matter how politely he replied however, I always got the sense that he was trying to pull away. It hurt, and I didn’t even have the right to be hurt.

Regret and guilt were a horrible combination in my gut. The valentine chocolates had seemed a great idea at the time. But all I got from that momentary glee was self-inflicted disappointment. I’d found myself turning towards him more frequently, and a flutter in my chest whenever I heard his voice. It was embarrassing. I was a grown woman. A crush shouldn’t affect me to this degree! Especially considering what I’d been tasked with doing. To be distracted by such trite matters was unthinkable. Unforgivable.

“Master, your cup overflows.”

I flinched, jerked back to reality by the sound of his voice. Water had been running over my skin now, the cold rendering it numb. Hastily, I turned off the tap and brought the glass to my lips. I drank, doing my best not to choke under his scrutiny. He’d left his post by the door and stood next to me, staring silently. His spears had vanished. While I had no doubt that he’d still be able to effectively deal with threats anywhere within the room, it was highly uncharacteristic for him to approach. When I’d finished drinking, I turned to him, an apology already upon my lips-

“It seems you have plenty of things on your mind, Master” he stated. “May I know what troubles you?”

-only to be tongue-tied once more.

“I-I… uh… the battle earlier.” I caught his split-second flinch. “I’m so sorry I hesitated and got you all injured…”

“It is a small matter. Nobody died and we managed a win. I remains a success,” he replied, waving the matter off easily as if he hadn’t gotten gored at the side earlier.

I frowned at him and stepped closer to prod at his chest. “You really shouldn’t be letting me get away with these things so easily, you know! Even if I’m the master, you’re still need to point out my mistakes so I learn from them.”

His eyes crinkled at the corners. “But it seems as if you’ve already learned your lesson however. Calling attention to your mistake again would be akin to tearing open a freshly lanced wound. It serves no purpose.”

“Don’t tell me that you don’t harbor even the least amount of resentment over it. I mean, even Cu and Hans flicked me on the forehead for it earlier.”

“You wish to be flicked on the forehead?”

“Argh! No I mean- uhh don’t you want even the teensiest bit of revenge for it?”

“I’m afraid I don’t quite understand…”

“Well, what I’m saying is that you get a free pass to do anything to me. Just this once because I messed up… I mean anything outside of outright killing or significantly injuring me!” I rambled

“Hm.”

Something flickered across his expression. He stepped closer, close enough that I felt his breath fan my face. His eyes seemed strangely intent. His hand clasped mine gently. My knees felt weak. I could hardly breathe.

A soft thud sounded in the hall, followed by a series of curses. We jumped apart, panicked. As I tried to calm my beating heart, Hans stepped out of the shadows of the hall, rubbing his head, his eyes clenched shut.

“Hans, are you okay?” I asked, doing my best to not seem flustered.

“Eh? Master, you’re awake?” he called out, squinting into the dimly-lit room. “Just had a bit of a stumble in the dark. I’m fine.”

“If you are unwell, I can keep watch for this next shift as well,” Diarmuid offered.

“Bah! Do not coddle me. I am not the type of writer that pries apart two lovers engaged in a late night tryst!”

My cheeks flared as I stammered out my denial. Diarmuid was equally as adamant, though significantly less flustered. Yet the author paid no heed to our words, merely ushering us out into the hallway. Resigned, we walked through the hall silently. Gone was the friendly air we’d managed to wrangle earlier. All we had left was our usual tense silence, now heavier with questions regarding what happened before Hans interrupted. I bit my lip. I didn’t dare hope.

We reached my door, but he didn’t depart immediately. He lingered, frowning at the ground. After a few more moments, he sighed and gave a low bow.

“I apologize for my behavior earlier. It was unbecoming of a knight.”

“I-It’s fine!” I stammered out. “I was the one who put you on the spot. It’s my fault.”

He firmly shook his head. “No. I am at fault. I shouldn’t have taken advantage of a lady’s offer t-to-“ He cleared his throat. “The fault is completely mine, I assure you, my lady.”

The title sent my heart fluttering once more. I bit my lip, doing my best to stamp down the glee of him addressing me as his. “Diarmuid,” I called out, “what were you planning to do earlier?”

He glanced to the side. “I wanted to ask for a bit of mana.”

“Ah! Um! Yes! Okay! N-no need to be ashamed of that!” I assured him. “I-I mean that’s normal!”

My hands trembled in a mix of nervousness and giddiness. It wasn’t an unusual request, but he’d never asked anything like that before. He seemed content enough with the supply that Chaldea gave. I tried to open the door, but my hands shook too much to turn the knob. As I struggled, his hands drifted towards mine and engulfed them.

“It’s not,” he muttered, keeping his gaze averted. “May we speak further of these matters inside your room?”

He held fast to my hand as we went inside my room. When the door shut, he closed his eyes and squeezed my hand.

“I… have affections for you, Master. It is unbecoming, especially since I had intended to ask mana from you.”

Glee shot through me like a firework, setting everything ablaze. My skin tingled. My chest seemed too tight, too filled with joy. I was quickly losing the battle to keep a smile from my face. It was getting difficult to form coherent thought.

“I don’t follow…” I wheezed. “W-why would that be a bad thing?”

He frowned. “My wish had only been to serve loyally and fight for a Master who wouldn’t betray me. And so far in my stay in Chaldea, I’d managed to get that. I greatly respect you, Master, and still wholeheartedly pledge my being to your cause. But-“ he broke off, biting his lip, “these feelings ruin matters.”

He let go and buried his face in his hands. “I had done my best to keep away from such matters, yet now my ruin comes by my own hand… Perhaps this is revenge for all the suffering I’d caused before.”

“Diarmuid, it’s fine. This… this doesn’t have to change things-“

He growled. His hands fell to the sides, clenched in tight fists. “It has already changed everything! I cannot stand to be alone with you. When we speak, I struggle to keep myself distant, to keep myself from pursuing the conversation further. Even now as I loathe these feelings, my arms still long to hold you.”

He sighed and leaned against a wall. Anguish colored his expression. His breathing was ragged. His eyes bore into mine, pleading for answers that I could not give. Everything was bittersweet. I slowly made my way over, careful not to startle. Ever so gently, I wrapped my arms around his frame and pulled him to a hug. I kept my hold on him until his breathing relaxed, until the tension eased from his body. I knew not how long we stayed holding each other, only that it settled a comforting warmth over my chest.

He pulled away just enough for me to see his expression. He looked much calmer now, though his mouth still dipped downward. “I apologize for my earlier behavior, Master. I am… unused to these types of feelings.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it too much. I… actually have something to tell you as well.” I bit my lip. “I uh… have affections for you too…”

Panic seeped into his expression. “I’m sorry. I can’t control the love spo-“

“What?! No! No! I mean, if this was entirely because of that geas, don’t you think I’d be more aggressive? And that I would have pursued you much earlier?”

He furrowed his brows, still unconvinced. Nevertheless, he dropped the matter and just continued to hold me close. He played with the ends of my hair. I traced patterns onto his back. Even through the fabric, I could feel where the bandages bunched up on his torso. Idly, I pressed a kiss against his chest in apology. He shuddered and lightly tugged at my hair.

“Do you still want that mana transfer?”

He hesitated only for a moment. “A small amount would be sufficient…”

I reached up to press a kiss against his lips. I trembled as I kissed him, leaving touches as delicate as spun sugar. There were no fireworks this time, just tiny little pinpricks of glee as our lips moved. I pulled away, breathless. His amber eyes were half-lidded. He leaned closer and whispered a desperate “more” against my lips. I left a hundred butterfly kisses on his cheeks. When I’d run out, he cradled my chin. “More,” came the breathless plea. He slanted his mouth over mine, licking at my bottom lip until I opened my mouth. His tongue dove in, exploring every nook and cranny as if committing it to memory. When my chest burned for oxygen, he pressed his lips against my neck. “More.”

I led him to my bed as we kissed. He sat down and pulled me to his lap. I left tiny rosebuds on his collarbones. I tugged my shirt up half-way before I prompted, “More?” “More.” He helped ease off my shirt, and ran his fingers down the newly-exposed flesh. He grasped my breasts almost reverently, rubbing and squeezing as if afraid of breaking me. I sighed and arced my back, enjoying the gentle affection. Desire built up inside me. As he continued, he started to buck his hips. His arousal stood at full mast. I reached down and stroked, squeezing a drawn out groan from him. He pressed his face on my shoulder and hissed. “More?” “…More.”

I got out of his lap. I pulled at his tights until they dissolved under my touch. His arousal was flushed and curved. I knelt in between his legs and pressed a kiss against the base.

“More?” I asked, gazing up at him imploringly.

“More,” he choked.

I took as much as I could of him into my mouth. What I couldn’t fit, I stroked with my hands. I hummed around him as I sucked, drinking in his shudders and twitches. I bobbed my head faster and faster, doing my best to keep my gag reflex suppressed. He groaned out my name and grabbed my head. I glanced up to see him biting his lip fiercely, eyes grown dark with lust. His face and neck were flushed. I pulled away for a moment. “More?” “M-more…”

I pressed my breasts around his arousal and started stroking. He hissed, threw his head back, and swore. His entire body trembled. From time to time, I’d take the tip into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it. It left him keening and crying out my name. It was addicting to see him come nearly undone at my mercy. As the pace increased, so too did the volume of his cries. His hips started bucking faster. His body trembled and tensed. He gripped my hair tighter. He came in bursts, coating my face and breasts with his cum. He leaned down as he recovered, as if watching for my reaction. He wiped away as much he could from my face, doing his best even as he trembled.

“Are you alright, Master? Do you require assistance?”

“I’m fine. Just give me a minute,” I wheezed.

I climbed back onto the bed and lay down beside him. Our hands were clasped as we both tried to recover our breath. I closed my eyes. Exhaustion hit and it was slowly dragging me down to sleep. I twitched and struggled, fighting back to stay awake. I felt Diarmuid shift beside me. Soft lips pressed against mine in a chaste kiss.

“Going to sleep?” he asked.

I shook my head. “N-no. I’m… I’m just resting my eyes…”

“More?”

“M-more…”

I felt him tug my shorts and underwear off. My legs were nudged apart. A few kisses and nips were planted along my inner thighs. A warm mouth descended on my core. I jerked and opened my eyes. He watched me as he ate me out. His tongue lapped at me eagerly, occasionally brushing against my clit. I hissed and bucked, but his hands kept me firmly in place. He pulled his mouth away soon after, and replaced it with his fingers. He slowly eased one finger in, eagerly drinking in my reactions as I squirmed.

“You look so beautiful, Master,” he crooned. “It’s just one finger but you’re reacting so much.”

I bit my lip to keep my voice back but he started thrusting the finger in even faster. I hissed and kicked at his shoulder as he increased the pace. After a few minutes, he added in a second finger. He began to spread them apart and rub more firmly against my walls. After he stroked a particular spot, I tensed and bucked into the air. A big spark of pleasure ran through me, leaving me breathless. He started rubbing more insistently at that spot. I shuddered as the sparks slowly built a raging flame.

“My lovely debauched Master! Moaning out my name while I pleasure you… making such delightful little noises with that pretty voice of yours…”

I clenched tighter around his fingers. To hear the usually polite knight flatter me in such a bawdy way gave me a heady rush. I whimpered as he took his fingers out and gave a cursory lick, tasting my essence. As he continued to pleasure me, his other hand stroked his growing arousal. At regular intervals, he kept increasing the fingers until we were all the way to five. I was near delirious at this point, desperate for release. I reached my arms towards him, beckoning him closer.

“Diarmuid,” I begged, “fuck me…”

He smiled sweetly, as if I’d merely asked him to hold my hand. He lined his arousal up with my entrance and gently pushed it in. I squeaked and shuddered, holding close to him as he reached the hilt. Diarmuid was a gentle lover, letting me feel every glorious centimeter of his length as he ran it through me. He kissed my cheeks as I cried out. He kept at a slow gentle pace until I begged him to fuck me faster. He put my legs over his shoulders and set a faster pace. The angle made sure that he kept on hitting that spot consistently. He kept cooing and praising me whenever I clenched tightly around him. He peppered kisses down my neck as he whispered words of adoration. I scratched his back with my nails and hissed out his name. The fire inside me was now a conflagration, ready to burst out my skin. I clenched tighter around him, begging for release.

We came one after another, each crying out one another’s name. He kept moving even as he came, stuffing me full of his seed. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, holding on until morning light came. I knew not what we were to one another. It was no longer just a bond of a Master and her Servant. It wasn’t love, it wasn’t that brilliant or completed yet. It wasn’t friendship nor simple infatuation. Whatever it was, it felt warm and comforting, a refuge.

Thank you for the suggestion nonny! I’m sorry I went with female for this prompt because it was t*tfucking.

I have many thoughts about Diarmuid.

He’d probably have a LOT of reservation and hesitation before getting into any sort of romantic entanglements willingly. While I don’t doubt that he could probably still be attracted to people, I feel like he’d be the type to ignore it as much as he could. He’d even be more wary of people claiming they like him because a) the love spot geas, b) how people being attracted to him led to his downfall.

Initially when I began this fic, I went in with the idea that well as far as falling in love goes he’d probably be the least hesitant if it was with the lord/lady he was serving, right? NAH. That love and adoration is going to color his loyalty and service. He’s not used to that so it probably really makes him nervous. Add to that the complication that is mana transfer. It is a physical thing, sure, and if you’re really determined it’s just going to remain that way. But if attraction is added to the mix, it introduces a whole host of problems. The question of “am I asking for a mana transfer because I do need mana or is because I want physical affection?” comes up a lot and is probably the one Diarmuid is primarily concerned with. (Tried to squeeze this into the fic but it was getting long and I was getting tired sorry)

I did my best to do justice to his character, tweaking and prodding at circumstances to make it still feel like this is still him willingly entering into something sexual with his master. Let me know which parts you thought needed more improvement! Thank you!!

Accepting suggestions!

#Kinktober 2020 #Kinktober 2020 Day 17 #Fate #Fate Grand Order #Diarmuid #diarmuid ua duibhne #FGO #non SFW #tikoy writes #Fate Zero #It's nearly 7 am I haven't slept yet #I'm sorry about the typos will look them over later #Many many feelings about diarmuid

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