• Adoxerella: I have an interesting question, one which I'm not sure if its going to come up in rp but I am curious. So Tousan is 'quasi-canon' in the verse with Rae and Kyrsty as the twins. And in that 'verse Yukio was dating a guy. So what would Tousan do when he found that out, if he finds that out. I have no doubt he's gonna be okay for it, but I kind of wonder how his brain would wrap around that fact
• ℛonnie: I honestly haven't given it /that/ much thought, honestly. I only thought about the concept a little back when I first picked up the character... and I kind of think that no matter what, he definitely wouldn't be okay with okumuracest... I can't see that happening, no matter how accepting he is. (even though Ronnie ships it, lmao)
• but aside from that, especially how I developed the character since May... you're right, he wouldn't have a problem with Yukio simply being gay. I mean, I don't think the idea actually crossed his mind before (especially since he used to see it on him that he had a massive crush for Shiemi -- which can be taken as canon in this verse since Kyrsty confirmed it that her muse indeed has, but he's moved on from that by now properly), but once he's through that surprise part, then he's pretty chill about it.
• ℛonnie: I mean, even though this seems to be an unpopular opinion amongst some RPers, I am still clinging to my own belief (and basing my character portrayal on it) that, even though some of his actions might have seemed harsh, that he's basically taken away Yukio's childhood and /seemed/ to favour Rin, in the end, he legitimately did not have anything else in mind than his children's happiness.
• This might or might not stem from my own religious beliefs, which might also be unpopular, and I'd rather just not dig into that right now (not that it's a secret, but I'd just lose track of what I'm saying), but he just believes that if you love someone, you want them happy, /and/ he refuses to believe that God might not love the Okumuras.
• so basically I think even the fact that he trained Yukio to make him strong, which might seem as cold and unloving from some point of view, the way I see it, this was the only thing he thought he was able to do to chase away Yukio's unhappiness. you know, it's the thing about giving fish to men, or giving them a fishnet and teaching them to fish for themselves. Shirou knew he couldn't protect them /forever/. he wanted Yukio strong because he wanted him happy. it's a shitty thing that that's totally not how it seems to be turning out for him in canon, but I still don't doubt the original intention
• ℛonnie: and with all that in mind, if that is what actually does make Yukio happy (especially now that Shirou is back from the grave and can see it with his own eyes just how unhappy Yukio in general is, despite all previous efforts), he would have absolutely nothing against his son being in love with a man.

And now he’s back to his normal, old self… and apparently, back to being a nicotine addict. Wonderful… He could have lived without that, really… but now he can’t. Damn.

As mentioned earlier (see the 10th headcanon), the decision of taking the twins in was an impulsive one, a heat-of-the-moment thing, a result of a careless bargain with Mephisto Pheles — it couldn’t have been less thought out, even if everything seemed to be working out, still, especially with Mephisto’s useful help of sealing Rin’s flames into the Kurikara. But the revelations that only came later, with a little phase lag, didn’t stop at the realization of Shirou suddenly being a father, no.

The one that came even sooner, and with an even bigger shock, if possible, was the thought of I just betrayed everything I’ve believed in. It didn’t take longer than a few hours for that to settle in, and at first, looking at two helpless kids bawling their eyes out for some reason unbeknownst to the newly appointed and completely clueless dad, he wasn’t completely sure whether it was worth it or not. As much as he’d done this impulsively, usually he liked to have a well thought out plan for most things, or at least a back-up sort of thing for everything — and he suddenly had a lot of back-up plans to think up, if he wanted everything to work out.

Of course, first and foremost, there was the question of his own beliefs. He had used to look down on overly sentimental people; he was sure-footed, stone hard, and more often than not merciless. And now here he was with the consequences of a sudden act of mercy that he had committed for sentimental reasons. For God’s sake, he was an Exorcist — the Paladin, even! Now he was bringing up the spawn of Satan, having gone directly against his superiors’ orders, deceiving them, for something like this…?

There might have been a point or two, in the very beginning, when the only thing keeping him from going through with the original plans was his promise to Mephisto, the fact that the demon wouldn’t have let him go back on his word. But as time went by, and he kept thinking about it more and more, he came to the realization that thinking about what could have been never solved any problem, and he needed to focus more on other things — like what he would be saying to his children if they ever got to know of the existence of demons, or even of their own origins. After all, even a five-year-old could tell that I’m a demon and daddy kills demons doesn’t quite fit together comfortably.

The question finally manifested itself the most urgently the moment Shirou finally decided to train Yukio. There was no choice but to share the truth with him, and for Shirou to tell him what he truly thought, firstly, he himself had to know what he really thought, after all. The conclusion was finally born through a sleepless night spent with prayers, kneeling in the chapel — he could betray the Vatican (the thought was still a little bitter at that point, but he had gotten used to it throughout the years, just as how he had gotten used to keeping secrets here and there about everything), but the one thing his beliefs had never shaken was his faith in God. It was with that revelation, the one where he realized he doesn’t think God would have stopped looking at him only because he had taken two helpless children under his wings, that Reverend Fujimoto finally linked it together and realized that God just as well couldn’t not look at said two helpless children, either. After all, Rin and Yukio hadn’t asked to have been born from Satan — and what they were going to do with the life they’d been granted was entirely up to them.

With that in mind, and his heart feeling lighter than ever before for the past seven or so years, Shirou was ready to tell his son without a blink of an eye that not all demons were bad, and a good Exorcist is supposed to be able to spot the difference just as much as he is supposed to be able to aim well with a pistol.

Asked by Anonymous

十四 | music.

About Shirou’s taste in music, refer to the first two paragraphs of this.

Shirou used to eat a moderate amount of fast food when he was young, but now he isn’t in that much of a hurry usually, not anymore, and he has gotten used to homemade food — either made by him, or Izumi, or (the one he prefers the most) Rin. But even back when he didn’t mind eating deep-frozen things, or just grabbing a bite on his way from some shop, he was never fond of Western food, at all. He’s okay with any sort of Eastern, Chinese, Japanese, even Thai food (if that’s what he finds when he’s in a hurry), but there’s no way he’d eat a pizza or a hamburger. He doesn’t have anything against Westerners, of course, but the taste just doesn’t suit him.

For obvious reasons, it would be an outrage to say that Fujimoto Shirou has never told a lie in his entire life (after all, he has brought up two children against the direct orders of his superiors, and kept the fact from them for one and a half decades), but he has never been good at wearing masks, and nor does he ever want to. He’s the kind of person who, once he has a firm belief in something, will not hesitate in saying it out loud, and acting upon it. That doesn’t mean his beliefs never change or cannot be affected — nothing is set in stone, and he knows there is always room for improvement even for the Paladin —, and nor does it mean that he’d make it a point to be cruelly honest when there is no need for it, but he stands up for what he is, and doesn’t see a point in hiding behind any sort of lie — in the long run, it’s never beneficial, not even among humans, not to mention there’s no point in even attempting to lie to God.

Shirou has never really been materialistic. Money has never been high on the list of things he cares about. When he was young, it was about power and fights and doing what he thought was right (albeit his views on what was right and what was not may have shifted with time). In the first few years after passing his first authorization exam, he was practically a workaholic, but he never quite thought about the money he received for it. He was doing enough missions to not even really have time left to spend what he was earning aside from food and bills. Sometimes he didn’t even care to properly heat the apartment he was living in; he got home after midnight and left before dawn, and in the meantime, he was content with just curling under three blankets.

This kind of thoughtlessness stays up to this day; he isn’t avaricious in the least, but he doesn’t see much point in spending for himself when he is already quite content with the way his life is anyways. It’s for the same reason he doesn’t quite mind if Shura lures him into paying for her drink…

Shirou wouldn’t be able to pinpoint the exact time he began loving his children. The few people who are familiar with the story of how exactly the twins ended up with him would probably think it was the moment when he came to the decision, when Rin laughed at him as he drew the sword, squirming around in his mother’s cold embrace. But Shirou wouldn’t be ashamed to admit that it took a lot more time. It was an impulsive decision, as the Reverend himself is a very impulsive person, and has always been — but it didn’t even take half a day for him to suddenly find himself with a bundle with two helpless newborns in it and the panicky thought of good Lord, what have I gotten myself into?! slowly eating up his mind. Thinking back now, he doesn’t even really remember how he had gotten through the first few weeks; it might be a miracle from God Himself that the boys didn’t die in that time, even though killing them by his own hands was the furthest thing from his mind by that point.

Loving them, that came much later, and now he doesn’t really remember when; it just melts together into a string of months spent caring for them, learning how to make decisions that benefited them, what those decisions were to begin with — it was a slow process, with many errors, but in the end, it chained them together into a bond that they couldn’t break anymore — and cold-hearted, merciless Fujimoto Shirou had to realize that somewhere along the way, he had become a father.

Shirou has been brought up by a man of very few words. He communicated mostly with gestures, and that was how Shirou learnt that it was a perfect method when you have no idea what to say. Shirou himself is, for the most part, good with words — it comes with holding sermons, obviously —, but when for once, he feels at a loss, he always remembers the way his own father has always been. It’s not just the fact that the Reverend is pretty good at reading all sorts of body language to determine when someone is lying or feels uncomfortable, but it’s also a means of giving comfort, and that is the way he has also brought up his two sons. In a sense, he has always needed to be both parents instead of just one, since the twins have never had a mother to nurture them, so the words of advice and guidance were just as much a part of their upbringing as touches here and there when they needed it; a ruffle of hair, or a hug if need be, or — sometimes a headlock…