"That's it. We've been poisoned. Lancer, this is all your fault. I'm seeing things now." said Archer, putting down his cutlery with a mortified expression.
"Bakana..." said Shirou, lumps of rice falling out his gaping mouth with every syllable.
What Eritrea did next only added to their stupefaction.
Archer's eyes widened.
Eritrea...
So did Lancer's.
Laughed...?
It was a beautiful, lilting sound the entire household hadn't heard for almost a year.
"How about a meal you can actually eat before we explain everything?" she said.
After their bellies were filled with non-carcinogenic fish, the company waited in silence. Eritrea nodded at her husband and he began.
"It's true that I died after recovering Eritrea's sanity. But due to the purity of my love, God felt I deserved a second chance. In return, I needed to rescue a great number of His disciples who had been captured by a group opposing their faith. A life for a life. It was a highly-sensitive operation so I couldn't risk making contact until I was finished."
Hearing this, their friends appeared relieved and no longer looked at Diarmuid as though he were a product of extreme food poisoning.
"Well, now that you've returned we can finally live together the way we've wanted to." beamed Rider.
Diarmuid turned to look at his wife, interlacing his fingers with hers.
"I look forward to it."
The next day.
"Amour, could you get the chicken from the oven? It's just done."
Diarmuid smiled, then bent low to take out the roasted meat. Eritrea stepped aside so he could open the hatch. After setting it on the counter, he remained where he was, admiring the woman above him with a love-struck expression.
He placed one hand lightly on the side of her bare thigh. A touch of gentle and loving intent. Then he pushed down the fabric of her undergarment just slightly and planted a kiss on her right hipbone.
Diarmuid stood up, his arm snaking around Eritrea's waist. He rested his head at the centre of her shoulder, taking in a deep breath before kissing her on her neck.
"Good morning, my love." he murmured.
Eritrea turned off the stove, putting out the fires. The hand that held the cooking pan slid down to the arm around her midriff. The fingertips of her other hand turned Diarmuid's jaw to meet hers and she enveloped his lips in a long, ardent kiss.
When they parted, a smile spread across her face like the first rays of the sun slipping out from behind verdant hillsides.
"Good morning."
Today was a special day for two companions, two best friends, and two lovers.
Diarmuid and Eritrea had finally come home, in more ways than one. They went about their day together like they had before his return, delighting in the simple joy of each other's presence.
While the pair cleaned up their bedroom, they sneaked glances at one another and turned away when they were caught. Halfway through, Diarmuid noticed his wife staring at him and he smirked cheekily.
"Amour, what are you looking at?"
Eritrea returned the sly expression and went back to her task.
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A Twist of Fate (Fate Zero & Fate Stay/Night:UBW)
Fanfiction(Rewriting on hold) Cover by ShimmerShey. Join our female protagonist, Avantina Turen, as she embarks on a quest of adventure, companionship and self-discovery. Involved in a war with a wish to end it, will she find her true purpose in love or a dif...
