( open/closed ) And if you're suffering I can help you, though I cannot help myself.

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WHO: Kiritsugu Emiya & etc.
WHAT: Catchall, various
WHERE: Various
WHEN: Various
WARNINGS: Disgusting married couple smut.

I'm grabbing hold of strangers around me.

Warning happiness is just a distraction.

❤

catchall backdated from feb 14th - ???

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🌹Yor; Valentine's date 02/14

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( Flowers and chocolate were cliché for a reason, but for Kiritsugu, he wanted to make an impression: a carefully curated bouquet of roses, lilies, and irises; handmade truffles of milk chocolate, caramel, and ganache. The ordeal was nerve-wracking, truth be told, barely able to recount the last time he'd extended a gesture such as this, and difficult to gauge if she'd appreciate his efforts.

Iri had always been so easy to please, after all. He could bring her books and movies, or buy her a car, and she'd be impressed with him no matter what. As for Maiya? She had few personal hobbies of her own, but always appreciated sweets or a new gun. Yor, however, he barely knew. Yes, he believed her to be charming and kind, yet had no reference for what she liked. It all felt stuffy, aloof.

Still, he inhales deeply, gifts in hand, reaching out to knock against her door. )

🍜 Hanabi Interviews; 2/28

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( For anyone applying to Hanabi, you are free to approach Kiritsugu, here. )

🪻 Irisviel; 03/01

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text @ un: grail -

I'm making space for you in my dorm. Meet me in the Revelation wing, room: 015.

( Since he was aware Irisviel had made it to the city, he'd been making an active effort to clean up his door. Though he necessarily wouldn't consider it unclean by any stretch, he couldn't help but feel he'd become sloppy, be it forgetting to empty his ashtrays or living out of clothes in a hamper. That was about to change, starting today, starting by discarding the half empty carton of cigarettes into the nearby wastebasket, soon followed by the ashtray.

He knew his wife didn't appreciate his habit, and even quit for 10 years before the Grail War. For her, he'd do it again.

Meanwhile, his fluffy white cat, Iri, had hopped onto the newly made up bed, gnawing on a toy catnip mouse between her paws, as Kiritsugu brought the hamper of clothes and clutch of hangers next to his bed, beginning to hang them, properly. )

🪻 Irisviel; TDM, 04/26

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Iri.

( When Irisviel arrives, she'll find a pair of weary eyes greeting her behind the counter. Not that Kiritsugu stays there for long, feet shuffling against the floorboards as he makes to exit the bar, and immediately moves to circle his arms around Iri's shoulders, holding her against his chest, as though he were giving her some sort of apology. )

I've reserved the private room. We should move there.

👹 Itto; TDM, 04/26

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( He can feel it, the uncomfortable, burgeoning warmth growing in his chest, not unlike the times he's around his wife. In some ways, he could call this boy a kindred spirit: someone who has experienced the absolute worst humanity has to offer, and despite everything, still felt driven to fight for a better world. That had been his own goal, had it not? Humanity's salvation: a shining utopia without suffering or conflict. For as disillusioned as he'd become, a part of him wanted to cling to that hope. )

I see.
It's not quite the same, but my own wife is a homunculus.
Her family never saw her as anything more than magical vessel.
It wasn't until I stepped in that she had any modicum of protection.
I think you ought to meet her.
You may find some common ground.

🪻 Irisviel; Vegas trip, 05/15 for canon update stuff

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( Well. This is inopportune. It feels as though several months have passed, but he's only been gone for a second. What the hell? Kiritsugu makes his way towards the bed of their hotel room, and just. Collapses. )

Iri.

( He feels like there's a migraine coming on, and yet. )

I think I know the identity of our mystery Archer.

( Fuk u LILITH. )