Our War Together ✔️

3 - The Dream

Author's Note;
Hii! Elbora_ here. I just wanted to say really quickly, I thank you for even continuing to read this. Constructive criticism is appreciated.
I also wanted to point out that your backstory as Saber is made up by me (for storyline reasons). I completely made it up, so don't search up for proof or references. Diarmuid's backstory is based off of what was shown in Fate/Zero (Beginning of ep. 9 of season 1) and of the Celtic myth "Diarmuid and Gráinne"

Good reading!

 
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Diarmuid fell asleep a little after you did, his head gently resting on yours.
He woke up somewhere completely different.

He saw a woman knight and a very wealthy King. The room they were in seemed to be the throne room if he had to guess. Golden walls, golden throne, a bowl of grapes beside the fancy royal chair. The woman kneeled before the King.
"Do you wish for me to participate in the coming war and win it for you, my Lord?" she asked.
'Wait, that voice...' Diarmuid said to himself in a whisper. '[y/n]??'
"Yes. Do like any other war we've been in. Win it for me." The King approached the woman, who is you, tilting your chin upwards to face him.
"Do so, and I'll reward you handsomely. Fail me, and you'll have consequences. I assume you know?"
You nodded, your face having no emotion.
The you in Diarmuid's dream walked off to head to the front lines. Lancer was going to follow you, but he stayed behind to look at the King.
"Foolish woman. Blindly following her King, almost pitiful." the royal laughed, insane. "If only she knew I had made a deal with the enemy." he continued to mumble to himself, laughing.

Diarmuid tried to get your attention.
"[y/n]! The King is plotting behind your back, don't fall into his trap! ... Hey... [y/n]?"
The you in the dream doesn't see him, and so he understood. 'This is her past, isn't it...'

You fought in the front lines, killing enemy after enemy, until you were greatly wounded when you were attacked from every side. You retreated back to the palace where your King resided, Diarmuid always following you.
"Your Majesty..." you took a moment to catch your breath, and used the rest of your energy to kneel down properly before him, "I have failed... I retreated with barely a quarter of our original army." you said, clearly having no energy left.
"My dear [y/n]. You do know what happened if you failed your mighty King, do you?" he said, playing with the tip of his holy sword 'Höpé'. He came closer, and you looked at him.
"My Lord..?"
Diarmuid took a step forward towards you, but stopped himself to walk any further, remembering that it was only visions of the past. He looked as the King of that past stabbed you in the chest.
"Foolish girl. Idiotic, stupid, any other synonym of those words can represent you. I hope my holy sword will make you burn in hell forever. You served me well, until now, [y/n]. Ahh, such a waste of such beauty and skill." he touched your cheek, his finger sliding down to your neck, then down to your chest that was now bloodied.
Diarmuid gritted his teeth at the sight, the urge of wanting to punch the King in the face growing. He held himself back, and sighed.

"Diarmuid..."
'[y/n]? Wait, [y/n]?!' he looked around, and then saw your corpse.
He woke up, breathing heavily, a little panicked, then looked at you, your head still on his shoulder.
"D-Diarmuid..." you whispered, still dreaming.
A little bit of pink flushed in his cheeks as he held you in his arms.

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Your dreaming consciousness awakened. You remembered that you had fallen asleep beside Diarmuid. Right after thinking about him, you instantly teleported yourself, without wanting to, to this sort of banquet. Stone walls with flamed torches surrounded you, with only one entrance, but that one entrance was blocked with many warriors of some sort.

Your attention went to the man sitting on the throne, and the maiden beside him. The woman seemed to be looking at something intensely, and as you followed her gaze, you ended up looking at Diarmuid. You heard the maiden ask;
"Who is that man with the mole under his left eye?"
"A knight in the Knights of Fianna, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne." someone answered.
Your mind began to be hazy, and you began to be confused. 'Knights of Fianna..? Is this his-'

"Diarmuid! You traitor! You dare take away my betrothal! I will forever chase you down!" the man from the throne said, furious.
You slowly understood that the furious male was a king, most probably King Fionn if you had to guess. Far away, you looked at the Lancer you knew flee with the maiden you saw.
'Diarmuid... Wait..' you said to yourself.

Then the vision shifted to the spearman, overjoyed. "Gráinne, my love, be happy! The King has accepted our love! I will go to shake his hand in peace, I will be back soon."
Gráinne weakly smiled.
You felt this was wrong. You went in front of him, Lancer running towards Fionn in the distance, but you got overwhelmed with shock.
Instead of feeling his body collide with yours, you didn't even feel any warmth. Just a chilling, freezing sensation throughout your whole body as he passes through you, and continues to run towards his King.

As you looked at him, you saw a blade that the King held in secret, and as he shook hands with Lancer...
"Did you really think I'd forgive you for what you've done?" the royal said, hate in his voice.
... he impaled the once Knight of Fianna with a blade.
You ran towards the bleeding warrior.
"DIARMUID! Hey! HEY!"
You tried to put your hands on his chest to put pressure on the wound, but you passed through him completely. You felt a drop of water onto your cheek.
"D-Diarmuid... Just look at me! Don't close your eyes, it's gonna be fine! I'll find a way, I'll find a-"
More drops of water slid from your eyes to your cheeks.
You noticed that you were crying.
"Di..a...."

"Dia...! Diarmuid.." You woke up in a flash.
Diarmuid was beside you, holding you. "I'm here.. what's wrong?"
You slowly blushed. "I-I had this dream...I think it was-"
"My past, right? Yeah... I dreamt about yours."
"But I thought only our masters would have dreams of our past, not..." you said, thinking too much.
"Most probably because of the alliance contract we did. If it's not the case, then either our Masters spent a lot of effort to alter our dreams like that, which honestly I really doubt, or the Grail wanted us to know about each other's past.."
You held your head, a throbbing pain like one of a migraine growing.
Diarmuid brushed your hair back with his hand. "Relax, you just woke up."
You look at him, and smile. "Hey, stupid question..."
"Yes?"
"Can I call you Dia? As a nickname?" you felt your smile widen into a laugh.
He looked at you, and scoffed. "Sure."
You had joy flowing throughout your body, and it mostly surrounded your heart.

Although it didn't last long.

The migraine, quickly disappearing, and an energy, like adrenaline, pulsated throughout your entire body. Your arms, already prepared to summon your blade[s], and your legs ready to jump as high as need be.
You and Lancer looked at each other, stood up, and looked forward.

"That's no ordinary feeling I just got there..." you said. He nodded at your statement. He stretched his arms.

"Of course not.
It's another Servant.
And it's close as hell."