[fic] fsn_fiction: Handmade
Title: Handmade
Fandom: Fate/Stay Night
Pairing: Tohsaka Rin + Archer
Rating: PG for one swear word. It's not even a swear word.
Summary: It takes someone to make Rin go out of her way and do handicrafts.
Disclaimer: Fate/Stay Night and all of its characters belong to TYPE-MOON.
Notes: This is the weirdest fic I have ever made. I think it's because it was forgotten since the second week of the month and posting it totally left my brain until now. And I believe I made this somewhere around 2 or 3 in the morning. It's nothing but cavity-inducing fluff. Wahahahaha! Fluff. In an ArcherxRin fic. You have got to be kidding me!
Handmade
“Rin, what are you doing?”
To say Rin was surprised out of her mind by that sudden inquiry from behind her would be a complete and utter understatement. She had jumped up from her seat, her knees painfully colliding with the edge of the table, then shoved whatever she was doing under the table, out of sight. Upon seeing Saber though, impassively standing at the doorway, she sighed a heavy sigh in relief, placing a hand over her chest.
“Saber, I thought you were Archer.”
“Archer?”
There was an obvious questioning tone in the Servant’s voice as she walked inside the sitting area and took a seat on the cushion opposite the mage, her slender hands folded on her lap. She peered at Rin calmly, as if still waiting for her to answer the first inquiry. But it wasn’t long before her blue eyes landed on the several books scattered on the table, curiosity lighting up her deadpan face. She, of course, was unaware of the sudden changes on the Master’s delicate features. Like an ugly, contorted grimace replacing the forced nonchalant smile on her lips.
“Rin…”
“It’s not what you think, Saber!” Rin couldn’t get any more defensive than what she was doing. “I just borrowed those books at the library for some light reading and-”
Saber carefully picked up one of the thinner books and stared at it inquisitively, inspecting it. “Have you been knitting all this time?”
That didn’t sound too criminal, coming from someone like Saber. Or perhaps, it was because it was Saber who said it that it didn’t sound too criminal. If it was Shirou or - God forbid - Archer who had pointed it out, then she might have just killed herself. But it was Saber. Who would remark something so obvious without any malice intended. While the blonde Servant didn’t trust her that much, they had a unspoken agreement of sorts, an invisible bond. Without another word, she pulled out the thing she had desperately hidden earlier and placed it on the table. The blonde Servant blinked twice then frowned at it, her lips pressed together.
“What… is it supposed to be exactly?”
Rin visibly winced, despite the fact that there was no spite and/or mocking in the tone or question, just plain curiosity. She cleared her throat in hopes to calm herself down.
“It’s a scarf.”
“A scarf?” There was that surprised tone in the blonde’s voice again.
Well, at least, she wanted it to look like and be a scarf. She was failing at both apparently, seeing that the ‘scarf’ looked more like a tangled ball of wool than something that could be worn around the neck, despite the fact that she was already halfway. She could see the frown line forming on the smooth forehead of the Servant as Saber inspected it closely, perhaps trying to make sense of what it really was. After a minute that almost seemed like an eternity, the blonde nodded at her direction.
“But why do you need to knit? Can’t you just buy a scarf for yourself?”
Rin had asked herself the same thing from the moment she had stopped in her tracks and stared at a shop window in the city proper, long enough for someone to politely tell her that she was blocking the walkway. She had the money. She had the resources. And while it wasn’t because she was not good in handicrafts, she was not that good either. So maybe compared to her silver-haired Servant in chores and kitchen activities, she was pretty much mediocre. Even she would admit that Archer would make a better wife than her. And with his overly confident personality, unmatched arrogance and sharp tongue, her work of art probably wouldn’t last that long. But despite all that, she still didn’t want to buy something for the Servant.
“It’s not for me, you see. I wanted to give it as a gift,” she replied casually with a shrug, her fingers reaching out to continue her work.
“A gift,” the Servant repeated.
“Yes. A gift.”
Saber nodded again as she stood up, her hands pressed flat on the table. “I understand. I shall tell Archer that-”
“No!”
The Servant paused to look at her, obviously taken aback by her sudden outburst. Rin stopped and found herself half-standing as well, one knee bent as if she would do anything - even use force - to stop Saber from leaving. The blonde might have gotten the fact why she was making the gift instead of buying it. But she has yet to understand the reason why Rin was so hell-bent on keeping Archer out of the sitting room when she’s there. After a momentary staring match, Rin sat back down and sighed.
“Just… Just don’t tell Archer exactly what I’m doing. Like don’t tell him I’m knitting a scarf or something, all right?” She didn’t need someone like Archer hovering over her shoulders, having a field day as he pointed out her mistakes.
Much to her relief though, Saber seemed to have understood what she was feeling at the moment. “All right.”
---
“I hear you’re knitting for someone.”
It was perhaps the second time that week she had jumped up and hit her knees on the table, her tea almost spilling over - this time, because of Archer, standing in the doorway. Unlike Saber though, his expression was not pokerfaced but a smug, self-satisfied one, worthy of being wiped off his face by a certain mage. Rin cursed quietly, reminding herself to choose her own instructions carefully next time. The Servant did follow her; she didn’t tell Archer what exactly she was doing. Still…
“He must be really special for the great Tohsaka Rin to go out of her way and knit,” Archer continued, obviously amused by all of this. And if it wasn’t for the holiday, she would’ve probably throttled the Servant. If she could anyway, without receiving a retaliation.
“Oh, he’s special all right,” she retorted in her calmest voice as she took a sip of her tea, her eyes closed. “As you’ve said, I wouldn’t go out of my way to knit something for just anybody.”
“I see. How lucky he really must be.”
Throwing sarcastic comments had always been Archer’s greatest talent and although Rin would manage to deflect most of them with a wordless glare, it was really getting on her nerves at the moment. But just as she had turned around in her seat to yell at the male Servant, she found him already walking out into the hallway, waving a dismissive hand in the air. She was unsure what triggered it in her brain - perhaps his apathetic nonchalance, perhaps his derisive wave - but whatever it was, she jumped up from her seat, gift in one hand, and chased after his retreating back. And before he could turn to face her, she had already leapt behind him and managed to place the handmade scarf around the Servant’s neck. However, Archer took a misstep and stumbled back from the force of Rin’s grip, still holding the two ends of the scarf.
A loud thud announced his intimate contact with the polished floor.
“Damn you brat,” he growled as he glared up at the grinning mage from above him, roughly pulling the article of clothing from around his neck. He stared at it while lying on the floor.
“And what the hell is this?”
“It’s called a scarf,” Rin replied lightly as she plopped next to him on the floor, her grin toothy and wide. “You know, that thing you place around your neck when you’re cold.”
Archer stared at it again, his expression flat with a mixture of annoyance and disbelief. “No, really, Rin. What is it?”
“Well, aren’t you an ungrateful ass?” She was expecting it nonetheless.
“I’m not being ungrateful, Master. I simply don’t need it because I have my means of keeping myself warm.”
The Servant sat up, rubbing the back of his head as he did, and held out the red-and-black woolen thing back to the young female, who merely glared back at him, unspeaking. When she refused to take it - and it was rather understandable with her pride at stake - Archer, with a corner of his lips raised to a lopsided smirk, wrapped the so-called scarf around her neck, the two ends in his hands. And because she knew - and Archer knew and everyone else knew - that the male Servant was not the type who would accept a protest as a response, even before she could speak, answer or retort, move or flail, Archer had pressed his lips against her and all she could do was return the kiss, her arms rising to his neck.
“That was underhanded!” She tugged the scarf up to cover half of her face when Archer pulled away, the color of her skin almost blending with the crimson color of the wool.
“See?” He motioned at her arms, still resting on her shoulders. “Way better than that thing you call a scarf.”
“I barely slept just to finish it and here you go-”
“I’m sure making amends to it would do the trick, Rin. Think of it as my gift.” He had started to lean down on her for another kiss but paused centimeters away, smirking knowingly as he met her eyes.
“Although I’m not sure if you would be able to get some sleep if I were to make amends.”
Fandom: Fate/Stay Night
Pairing: Tohsaka Rin + Archer
Rating: PG for one swear word. It's not even a swear word.
Summary: It takes someone to make Rin go out of her way and do handicrafts.
Disclaimer: Fate/Stay Night and all of its characters belong to TYPE-MOON.
Notes: This is the weirdest fic I have ever made. I think it's because it was forgotten since the second week of the month and posting it totally left my brain until now. And I believe I made this somewhere around 2 or 3 in the morning. It's nothing but cavity-inducing fluff. Wahahahaha! Fluff. In an ArcherxRin fic. You have got to be kidding me!
Handmade
“Rin, what are you doing?”
To say Rin was surprised out of her mind by that sudden inquiry from behind her would be a complete and utter understatement. She had jumped up from her seat, her knees painfully colliding with the edge of the table, then shoved whatever she was doing under the table, out of sight. Upon seeing Saber though, impassively standing at the doorway, she sighed a heavy sigh in relief, placing a hand over her chest.
“Saber, I thought you were Archer.”
“Archer?”
There was an obvious questioning tone in the Servant’s voice as she walked inside the sitting area and took a seat on the cushion opposite the mage, her slender hands folded on her lap. She peered at Rin calmly, as if still waiting for her to answer the first inquiry. But it wasn’t long before her blue eyes landed on the several books scattered on the table, curiosity lighting up her deadpan face. She, of course, was unaware of the sudden changes on the Master’s delicate features. Like an ugly, contorted grimace replacing the forced nonchalant smile on her lips.
“Rin…”
“It’s not what you think, Saber!” Rin couldn’t get any more defensive than what she was doing. “I just borrowed those books at the library for some light reading and-”
Saber carefully picked up one of the thinner books and stared at it inquisitively, inspecting it. “Have you been knitting all this time?”
That didn’t sound too criminal, coming from someone like Saber. Or perhaps, it was because it was Saber who said it that it didn’t sound too criminal. If it was Shirou or - God forbid - Archer who had pointed it out, then she might have just killed herself. But it was Saber. Who would remark something so obvious without any malice intended. While the blonde Servant didn’t trust her that much, they had a unspoken agreement of sorts, an invisible bond. Without another word, she pulled out the thing she had desperately hidden earlier and placed it on the table. The blonde Servant blinked twice then frowned at it, her lips pressed together.
“What… is it supposed to be exactly?”
Rin visibly winced, despite the fact that there was no spite and/or mocking in the tone or question, just plain curiosity. She cleared her throat in hopes to calm herself down.
“It’s a scarf.”
“A scarf?” There was that surprised tone in the blonde’s voice again.
Well, at least, she wanted it to look like and be a scarf. She was failing at both apparently, seeing that the ‘scarf’ looked more like a tangled ball of wool than something that could be worn around the neck, despite the fact that she was already halfway. She could see the frown line forming on the smooth forehead of the Servant as Saber inspected it closely, perhaps trying to make sense of what it really was. After a minute that almost seemed like an eternity, the blonde nodded at her direction.
“But why do you need to knit? Can’t you just buy a scarf for yourself?”
Rin had asked herself the same thing from the moment she had stopped in her tracks and stared at a shop window in the city proper, long enough for someone to politely tell her that she was blocking the walkway. She had the money. She had the resources. And while it wasn’t because she was not good in handicrafts, she was not that good either. So maybe compared to her silver-haired Servant in chores and kitchen activities, she was pretty much mediocre. Even she would admit that Archer would make a better wife than her. And with his overly confident personality, unmatched arrogance and sharp tongue, her work of art probably wouldn’t last that long. But despite all that, she still didn’t want to buy something for the Servant.
“It’s not for me, you see. I wanted to give it as a gift,” she replied casually with a shrug, her fingers reaching out to continue her work.
“A gift,” the Servant repeated.
“Yes. A gift.”
Saber nodded again as she stood up, her hands pressed flat on the table. “I understand. I shall tell Archer that-”
“No!”
The Servant paused to look at her, obviously taken aback by her sudden outburst. Rin stopped and found herself half-standing as well, one knee bent as if she would do anything - even use force - to stop Saber from leaving. The blonde might have gotten the fact why she was making the gift instead of buying it. But she has yet to understand the reason why Rin was so hell-bent on keeping Archer out of the sitting room when she’s there. After a momentary staring match, Rin sat back down and sighed.
“Just… Just don’t tell Archer exactly what I’m doing. Like don’t tell him I’m knitting a scarf or something, all right?” She didn’t need someone like Archer hovering over her shoulders, having a field day as he pointed out her mistakes.
Much to her relief though, Saber seemed to have understood what she was feeling at the moment. “All right.”
---
“I hear you’re knitting for someone.”
It was perhaps the second time that week she had jumped up and hit her knees on the table, her tea almost spilling over - this time, because of Archer, standing in the doorway. Unlike Saber though, his expression was not pokerfaced but a smug, self-satisfied one, worthy of being wiped off his face by a certain mage. Rin cursed quietly, reminding herself to choose her own instructions carefully next time. The Servant did follow her; she didn’t tell Archer what exactly she was doing. Still…
“He must be really special for the great Tohsaka Rin to go out of her way and knit,” Archer continued, obviously amused by all of this. And if it wasn’t for the holiday, she would’ve probably throttled the Servant. If she could anyway, without receiving a retaliation.
“Oh, he’s special all right,” she retorted in her calmest voice as she took a sip of her tea, her eyes closed. “As you’ve said, I wouldn’t go out of my way to knit something for just anybody.”
“I see. How lucky he really must be.”
Throwing sarcastic comments had always been Archer’s greatest talent and although Rin would manage to deflect most of them with a wordless glare, it was really getting on her nerves at the moment. But just as she had turned around in her seat to yell at the male Servant, she found him already walking out into the hallway, waving a dismissive hand in the air. She was unsure what triggered it in her brain - perhaps his apathetic nonchalance, perhaps his derisive wave - but whatever it was, she jumped up from her seat, gift in one hand, and chased after his retreating back. And before he could turn to face her, she had already leapt behind him and managed to place the handmade scarf around the Servant’s neck. However, Archer took a misstep and stumbled back from the force of Rin’s grip, still holding the two ends of the scarf.
A loud thud announced his intimate contact with the polished floor.
“Damn you brat,” he growled as he glared up at the grinning mage from above him, roughly pulling the article of clothing from around his neck. He stared at it while lying on the floor.
“And what the hell is this?”
“It’s called a scarf,” Rin replied lightly as she plopped next to him on the floor, her grin toothy and wide. “You know, that thing you place around your neck when you’re cold.”
Archer stared at it again, his expression flat with a mixture of annoyance and disbelief. “No, really, Rin. What is it?”
“Well, aren’t you an ungrateful ass?” She was expecting it nonetheless.
“I’m not being ungrateful, Master. I simply don’t need it because I have my means of keeping myself warm.”
The Servant sat up, rubbing the back of his head as he did, and held out the red-and-black woolen thing back to the young female, who merely glared back at him, unspeaking. When she refused to take it - and it was rather understandable with her pride at stake - Archer, with a corner of his lips raised to a lopsided smirk, wrapped the so-called scarf around her neck, the two ends in his hands. And because she knew - and Archer knew and everyone else knew - that the male Servant was not the type who would accept a protest as a response, even before she could speak, answer or retort, move or flail, Archer had pressed his lips against her and all she could do was return the kiss, her arms rising to his neck.
“That was underhanded!” She tugged the scarf up to cover half of her face when Archer pulled away, the color of her skin almost blending with the crimson color of the wool.
“See?” He motioned at her arms, still resting on her shoulders. “Way better than that thing you call a scarf.”
“I barely slept just to finish it and here you go-”
“I’m sure making amends to it would do the trick, Rin. Think of it as my gift.” He had started to lean down on her for another kiss but paused centimeters away, smirking knowingly as he met her eyes.
“Although I’m not sure if you would be able to get some sleep if I were to make amends.”