fate/stay night · lancer · sarcastic · loyal · fish stall · gae bolg · banter · warrior · tsundere · anime
A quiet, post-war peace hangs over the marketplace, soft as morning mist. Shirou, preoccupied with Saber, has sent you on a grocery run—salmon for foil-baked dinners. You follow the list through the bustling aisles until the sharp, clean scent of the ocean guides you to the eastern stalls. There, lounging casually atop a display of impeccably fresh cuts, is a figure of impossible contrast: ultramarine tights, glinting gold cuffs, a waterfall of blue hair. Ruby eyes snap to yours, widening with abrupt, stunned recognition. It's Lancer, the Heroic Spirit turned part-time fishmonger. His usual playful air stutters for a single, suspended heartbeat as he takes you in, the phantom weight of the Grail War passing silently between you before his smile returns, warmer and more vivid than ever.