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Past Midnight

Niles, you would never cheat on me... Right? 

No, of course not. 

 ... 

      For almost the fourth night in a row, he lay there with glazed eyes. A deep blue devoid of any wistful wishes of a good nights rest. For the fourth night in a row, he’s echoed that question over and over again. As if his insomnia wasn’t already bad enough. He knows the answer to the question—he’s repeated it to himself multiple times. What he had said was true. If that’s so, why do his legs tingle with the sensation to run while they peacefully sleep on his chest? They had promised to stay up with him until they had ensured that he would fall asleep, but much like a kitten, they had passed out soon after he started stroking their hair.  While he would never dream of cheating on them... ...Is this still a form of betrayal?       Sleeping with them when every sensation in his body is begging him to flee? Staying with them when he fears that he’s only worsening the blow. The longer he stays here, laying in bed, looking out into the misty night from his window, the more they’ll hurt when he finally does run. When.       He passes a glance at the silver wedding ring that glistens in the dim candlelight. Of course, he loves them, he had never questioned that. Even in the daze of a sleepless night, he still remains confident in the fact that he wouldn’t rather be in the company of anyone else. It’s the matter of what this love entails that worries him. The ideas of commitment and vulnerability scare him--he’s always lacked confidence in them because those are two ways a person can easily end up being someone else’s discarded toy. He is not a toy. He is afraid.       All his life he had the ability to run; to be a moving target from his own thoughts. But now, he’s forced himself to stay still, with them sleeping on his chest, breathing in soft rhythms. And after all that running, the thoughts finally caught up to him. It’s only bad at night, while everything is quiet, the noise within his head is the loudest. All the doubts, the need to run, all the questions, the echoes, and the fear of hurting them because you didn’t know how to love. But how could you have known to love? How the hell do you love? How do you show them?  I want to...

“Niles, are you still up?” A drowsy voice asks after a yawn.  “Aw, well it seems as though you’ve caught me! How naughty of me to be staying up so late.” He chuckles, but they can see through his mask. “The moon is well-past midnight, Niles... C’mon now, you need to get some rest, too.”  “Yes, I know, and I’ve been trying.”  There’s silence. He doesn’t look them in the eyes. “And that’s all I can ask of you,” they lightly graze his cheek with a smile, “and, you know, you’ve been doing the best you can.” With a light kiss on his cheek, they exhale, “I love you.”  He presses against their touch and closes his eyes. The thought of sneaking away and slipping into the black of night expells with the comforting warmth. Their touch is so welcoming, and suddenly, laying here with them doesn’t sound too bad.  “I love you, too,” he replies, a little later than he would’ve preferred. He rests his head against theirs, “and I’ll try my best,” he suppresses the doubt, “for you.”  “And for you,” they quickly add with a punctuated nudge. 

He sighs,  “And for me.”

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ This is something I impulsively wrote at 2:30 am when I couldn’t get the idea out of my head lmao. I hoped y’all enjoyed ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

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Xander: Leo, why did you make Niles your retainer?

Leo: Well, despite what you may think, Niles is incredibly loyal and reliable. Not only that, but he’s a well-versed archer and I’m kinda into the kinky jokes he makes. Also, he’s hot and--

Everyone:

Leo: 

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Support Logs

Hey guys! I just want y’all to know that out of all writing done, support logs probably take the longest because there are like 4 different scenarios that I write for each support level, so I ask for your utmost patience! Also, I try not to make them surface level (like some of the ones in FE) so ideas can be hard to come by. Thank you for understanding!~

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if you feel okay writing for him, could i get seliph overhearing the summoner practice trying to confess to him? maybe they get their confession just right and get teary?

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Omg, yes because that sounds so adorable! I love thinking about these kindsa scenarios because they get me each time AAAA ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

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Come on, get it together! How hard could this really be?

The summoner rubbed their temples as they paced on the jeweled, regal rug that lined the stone floor of their bedroom. Their eyes were shut tightly in a way that looked painful and their head was slightly tilted downwards, not necessarily searching for anything in particular. The floor wasn’t that interesting.

You’ve led battles against ferocious dragons and evil kings, and yet you can’t even squeak out a single word to him? How pathetic is that?

Their inner monologue continued and the bridge of their nose became dusted with a light red from frustration, and something else that was harder for them to admit to. The truth was, a particular hero had been clouding the mind of the Askarian tactician for quite some time now. On the battlefield, it’s been hard for them to pry their eyes from his form. They’ve winced at every blow he’s taken and smiled with every vanquished foe as if they’re cheering with him. The summoner can’t help but pay close attention to this hero, but they can’t point out what exactly intrigues them so much either. Seliph, as he’s called, has always been quite the mystery. Maybe that’s what causes such an intense interest in him.

No matter the thought, that’s not important right now. It’s not like the two haven’t ever exchanged conversation before. In fact, when he was first summoned to The Order, the summoner made sure that he was comfortable and introduced him to most of the other heroes that were friendly enough to say hello. That same afternoon, they had spent an extra two hours during lunch chatting away and joking with the other heroes that hung around. Even after that, Seliph made a game out of catching the summoner in the hallways just to greet them and ask them how their day was going. Occasionally, he’d invite them to the plaza or any other festivals that had everyone bustling. It wasn’t until recently that the summoner found themselves struggling to even form coherent responses when he asked. At that moment, he had touched their shoulder and asked them if they were feeling alright, and that’s when things got even worse. 

The summoner winced at the embarrassing memory and suddenly felt even less inclined to confess their feelings, and well, apologize for their strange behavior. Curling within a fluffy blanket in some secluded corner sounded even better right now.  What’s even the point if–

The summoner turns on their heels when noisy rustling by their wooden door catches their attention.

“Hello, come in!” They shouted, their voice cracking slightly because of the strain they had put on it earlier. They began to straighten their robes out and fix their hair so they didn’t look like the mess they truly were. They called out again, “come in!”

When there was no response or shuffling, the summoner waited for a knock. When that didn’t come either, they shrugged and went back to their brooding. With sudden urgency, they marched up to their desk where loose-leaf papers with countless words and scribbles matted the wooden surface. They sifted through the messy papers until they pulled a page from the bottom of the stacks. This one had neat cursive written on it with a front and a back. Two hearts were drawn carefully after the summoner’s signature at the bottom. They scanned the paper, holding their breath and mouthing the words with incredible focus. Put the paper down after a sigh and looked into the dusty mirror by their wardrobe. 

“Dear my beloved Seliph,” they began with an airy tone as they walked towards the mirror, staring themselves in the eyes as if they were looking for their own weakness, “I know this must feel odd coming from your tactician, but I don’t have the bravery to tell you in person. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately, probably an unhealthy amount, and I think I’ve developed a set of strong feelings for you. Romantic feelings,”  

There’s a pause, a breath, after the phrase. His smooth, calm voice echoes within their head; accompanied by his soft gaze and warm touch. The summoner thinks for a second, glances at their desk where the paper lies and continues,

“I know this sounds sudden, but I’ve come to realize just how much I enjoy time spent with you. You make me feel comfortable and safe–like we could talk about anything anywhere, and you wouldn’t exactly mind my bad habits or the fact that I ramble for hours sometimes,” the summoner giggles a bit to themselves, “of course, I don’t expect you to return these feelings, and I’d still respect you if you didn’t. These feelings are just something I’ve needed to get off my chest for a long time, so I appreciate you even reading this letter. I hope this doesn’t affect our friendship, or duties to each other, in any way shape or form. Thank you for being so kind to me every day–your efforts never fail to make me smile.”

The summoner finishes their confession with a huge smile that tugs at the edges of their mouth. Their hands are twitchy and the nails that were once long a few weeks ago have been stubbed due to nervous biting and picking, but they did it. There’s a boost in self-esteem as they almost feel proud of the letter they wrote. With one final look in the mirror, they hadn’t even noticed that there were tears streaming down their cheeks from their reddened eyes. Quickly, they brought the sleeves of their robes up to rub them away, and through their tears, they saw the wooden door cracked open just slightly. They could’ve sworn that was closed earlier. They walked over to it and creaked it open, the old copper hinges groaning in response. 

“I hope you’re not allergic to pollen,” said a voice above the summoner’s head once they peered outside their door.

They froze at the unmistaken familiarity of the voice and slowly looked up to glance at the warm smile of Seliph. He was holding a bundle of fragrant flowers in his right hand while his left was held behind his back. As he looked down at them, he had a knowing gaze that told the summoner he had heard everything. Everything. The summoner stood, lost for words. What do you say to someone who’s been a nagging thought within your mind, and now knows it? This was the end. The summoner could disappear with a snap of their fingers if they had the right tome. It’s only a few feet away, in the drawer of their end table. A few swift movements could make it happen. 

Noticing the summoner’s stiffness, Seliph gently handed them the bundle of flowers and removed his left hand from behind his back and took their free hand in his. He kneeled and placed a kiss on the back of it before looking back up to the summoner with deep blue eyes that shone with… Relief? Passion? Joy? Probably a mix of all three. His thumb messaged their hand.

“If you’ll allow me to, I’d love to take you somewhere special tonight,” a smile returned to his face, “so I can tell you all the things you deserve to hear, including the fact that I’ve been in love with you as well.”

The summoner’s face flushed with color and their belly churned with excitement and angst. They nodded eagerly. Scratch the escape plan–it’s no longer needed. Seliph saw their eyes light up like fireflies under the absence of moonlight and chuckled. Oh, that chuckle. 

“Then let’s go together, shall we?” He nodded and rose to his feet, still holding their hand delicately in his. He began to lead them out of the summoner’s room, closing the door behind them. The summoner drifted closer to his side as they walked but had a hard time shaking the shocked silence that fell over them. It would take some getting used to, but Seliph was patient. He was even patient when the summoner fell asleep against his chest that same night after their sunset picnic. The dancing of the fireflies was just too hypnotizing along with the soothing rhythm of his voice as he ran his fingers through their hair.

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(This man could literally kill me with his voice it’s so GOOD)

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This maybe a little confusing, so im sorry in advance! Say the summoner was robin in one world, and they're husband/wife from Awakening remembers them, who would be excited to see their s/o again, and who would stay quiet bc of the possibility of them not remembering?

✩⋆✧I think I get what you’re asking, friend! Sorry if not, eheh… Hmm, I’ll just go over some of the characters that would stick out the most in that situation.  ✩⋆✧

Chrom:

Chrom would definitely be the most ecstatic to see his significant other again.

He figured that he’d never see them again, especially after joining the Order of Heroes. 

Once Chrom recognizes the summoner, he’d be overwhelmed with feelings of shock, joy, and relief.

Chrom wouldn’t doubt it at all. He knows who he married, and he knows they’re standing right in front of him. There would be no hesitation from this man. 

The summoner would be greeted by a sudden, tight hug that lifted them from the ground.

The summoner, with wide eyes, would be struck with surprise as they frantically try to see who’s constricting them; only to find a smiling Chrom who’s happily burying his face into the summoner’s robe.

While his gesture was out of love and compassion, the summoner can feel their breath slipping away as Chrom continues to hold them. 

The embrace lasts a good 2-3 minutes before the summoner exclaims that they can’t breathe anymore. Chrom would quickly let go and frantically apologize to the summoner as he blushes with embarrassment.

Soon after, he would hold their shoulders and look them longingly in the eyes before asking, “Is it really you?”

Though the question may seem vague, the summoner knows exactly what he’s talking about. They nod slowly, and almost instantly, Chrom pulls them into another hug, but this one is gentle, thankfully.

As he hugs them once more, he goes on and on about how much he’s missed them. He begins to get emotional as he describes how he never thought he’d see them again, and how he thinks about the summoner every day.

All the summoner can do is smile and nod as he spills his emotions onto their shoulder. 

Once he finishes, he pulls away and stares at his significant other once more, as if he still can’t believe they’re standing in front of him. 

He holds their hand and claims that they have a lot of catching up to do.

For the next few days, the two are practically inseparable. 

Long walks across meadows, delicious lunch together, deep conversations that last hours upon hours…

He’d be so grateful to have his partner at his side in battle, and in life, once again.

Lucina:

Lucina is quite familiar with the concept of time travel, so she wouldn’t exactly be shocked if that were the case.

Still… Her S/O is there, in the flesh, after so many years of not seeing them. After so many years of wondering what had happened to them. So many years of silence.

Needless to say, beneath that blank expression she has while staring at the familiar face of the summoner, waves of emotions are hitting her relentlessly from within.

First, overwhelming joy so strong that she could shed tears of happiness, then feelings of sadness and betrayal as those tears turn bitter, and finally, the silence she had been met with for so long. 

For now, she chooses to say nothing to the summoner. It’s best for her to rationalize on her own despite the urge to pull them into a tight embrace and let her thoughts flow onto their shoulder.

After all, how could she expect them to remember her? It’s been so long… Perhaps they’ve moved on from their old life as the new tactician of Askr, and she can respect that.

Maybe one day she’ll gather the confidence and courage within herself to approach the summoner about it, but for now, she follows their lead and listens to orders.

Gaius:

It didn’t take Gaius very long to realize that the summoner was, in fact, his S/O back in Ylisse. At least, not after they locked eyes with each other. How could he forget their eyes? The way they sparkled whenever they were excited, the warmth and sweetness, and how they looked like giant, tasty gumballs, of course. 

After this encounter, his mouth gaped so wide that his sucker fell out of the corner of his mouth. 

He even had to make a double-take and rub his tired eyes as the summoner walked past him, and did not remove them from his sight as they continued on.

Sure, he had some doubts, but if this really was his S/O, he wouldn’t let them get away so easily.

So what would any skilled thief do but follow them silently until he could get a better look at their face.

 He managed to follow the summoner without being detected all the way to their private quarters, where they looked promptly into the large mirror next to their wardrobe. 

Finally, Gaius was able to get a perfect look at the summoner’s face, and at that moment, he knew that without a doubt, this was the S/O he’s been missing so dearly.

He was so caught up in the heart-warming reunion, that he didn’t realize that the summoner could also see him behind them through the mirror.

There were a few moments of awkward silence as they looked at each other from the mirror until Gaius shrugged and gave them a huge hug from behind.

He gladly nuzzled his face into the back of their neck and mumbled about how happy he was to see the summoner again and that he’s missed them. 

The summoner quickly understood what was going on, and melted into the warm embrace. Turning around only to place a loving kiss on the tip of his nose. He wasn’t able to suppress a smile, or the bright red that lit his cheeks.

The two spent the rest of the day cuddling and happily enjoying the company of each other–something that seemed to have been lost some time ago. 

Cordelia:

Cordelia believes heavily in the idea that she should let go of the past instead of allowing it to loom over her shoulder.

But could she say the same thing about her S/O?

They seemed to have found their place here in Askr–without her. 

Would it be wrong of her to insert herself into their life again? Would she hold them down?

Cordelia discovered the connection between the summoner and being her S/O not long after she was summoned to Askr, and since then, she’s been met with an internal conflict; to tell them or not to tell them?

The summoner hasn’t seemed to notice her, so clearly they must not remember her, right?

Her mind had been buzzing with so many questions and so many moments of self-doubt. This had happened too fast and too suddenly, in her opinion. 

These thoughts would tend to stir in her head at night, and would only worsen at the pain of seeing the summoner. 

Luckily for her, the summoner had taken note of the dark circles that had begun to form under her eyes and the sudden lethargicness she began to exhibit and approached her personally.

“What’s going on, Cordelia?” The summoner had asked softly in a voice that she knew all too well. 

It was the same voice that cooed sweet compliments in her ears, wished her good morning and good night every day, and calmed her when she began to panic over her fears of failure. 

The question itself had caused tears to well in her eyes as she searched the summoner’s face to familiarize herself with them once again. No matter how hard she tried to hold them back, one managed to roll its way down her cheek. 

The summoner stepped closer and began offering her some comfort, which she declined out of modesty, but they were persistent. 

Eventually, Cordelia was able to voice what was going on.

The summoner was grateful that she had finally said something and expressed that they shared almost the same fears as her.

The summoner finished, reminding her that they loved her very much and would never forget about her–ever.

Let’s just say, another weight upon her shoulders was lifted again.

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Hey guys! Just wanna let y'all know that we are most familiar with Fire Emblem Awakening, Fates, and some lore with Heroes, which is why it’s in our description.

Giving us characters from past games is fine (they have to be in FEH), but the accuracy of the character portrayals won’t be as good as the more modern games listed above.

Basically you can still send in asks about non-Awakening/Fates characters, but they must be in FEH, and the portrayal is not going to be very specific.

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Michalis and Fjorm with a really frustrated Summoner who thinks they've been failing on a consistent basis with tactics? Like losing battles. (Assuming the Summoner is their s/o). Don't be afraid to ask questions if you're confused.

Hmm, I think I get it! I guess we’ll see heh

Michalis:

While Michalis does care for the summoner (especially since he’s their s/o), he’s not exactly the comforting and nurturing type. Thankfully, he’s great at boosting morale and confidence. He just has a different approach to reassurance. He’d still be with the summoner during their times of frustration, though.

“I’m such a failure!” The summoner slammed their head on the wooden desk in front of them. It was back to the drawing board for the fourth time in a row now, and the summoner’s confidence was dwindling. The detailed map that was laid out neatly on the desk was now crumpled from the impact. The summoner groaned and slowly lifted their head off the wooden surface. Their eyes were dull and heavy with sleep while their hair looked like it had seen better days.

“My, why are you so distraught?” A voice distracted the summoner from their loathing. 

“Michalis,” the summoner’s face brightened as they turned their head, “it’s nothing… Just battle tactics.”

His eyes narrowed on the summoner, “What do you take me for, a fool? I can see that something is bothering you.”

The summoner sighed and turned away, “Well, I’ve been having difficulties with my strategies. Clearly, we haven’t been winning many battles, and I think that’s because of my poor judgment and lack of skill.” They bit back a curse at the thought of their many loses and fidgeted with one of the corners of the damaged map.

“Please, did you see the tactics they were pulling? Absolutely disgraceful,” Michalis grunted and began walking towards the summoner, “in fact, I pity them. They’re cowards who hide behind trickery because they know they’re weak. When we rise victorious, we’ll have our dignity.” 

“If we’re victorious…” 

“What was that?” He asked as he glanced over at the summoner. 

“You saw how I was performing! I don’t even know if I should be a tactician anymore.” The summoner clenched their teeth.

There was a long pause before Michalis spoke up, “Ha! You humor me,” the summoner looked at him with furrowed brows, “I have confidence that you’ll be able to lead us to victory and crush our rivals come the next battle–because there will be a next.”

“How can you be so sure of that?” The summoner tipped their head.

“Because, my queen, I wouldn’t fall in love with someone who allows themselves to be pushed around by the enemy,” the corners of his mouth curled slightly, “I know your strengths and abilities; perhaps even more than you.”

The summoner began to smile and a light blush dusted their cheeks, “You really think so?”

“Of course. Have you ever found any reason to doubt me before?”

The summoner fell silent. Perhaps there are some questions that just shouldn’t be answered. They shook their head and stifled a giggle before straightening out the crumpled map on the desk. 

I can do this…

Fjorm:

Fjorm would be able to sense the summoner’s frustration from the moment she enters their room. She would be able to tell from their state of disarray. I’m sure she would approach them with a caring demeanor and talk them through the topic very delicately.

“My dear, are you feeling well?” Fjorm asked as she approached the summoner from behind. She had been watching them pace around room for far too long before she had decided to intervene. 

The summoner looked up from their pacing and into her calming, blue eyes. They heaved a long sigh and rubbed their temples. Finally, after a long pause, they shook their head, “No, I feel sick to my stomach knowing that our heroes were wounded in battle over my stupid battle plans!” 

Fjorm flinched at the summoner’s tone and watched as a look of concern washed over their face.

“I’m sorry, my love,” they sighed and looked down, “I just hate that you have to pay for my mistakes.”

Her eyes were wide with sympathy as she listened to her partner's tone of frustration. Without saying a word, she moved closer to them and took their hands in hers. Her touch was cold and icy, but it felt warm and comforting to the summoner who gripped her hands tightly. 

“I know it can be hard to deal with,” she began in that sweet, soft-spoken voice of hers, “but you’re still our tactician for a reason.” The summoner looked up from the ground as she went on, “Something I’ve learned from our time together is that no one fails alone. We all need each other and trust is mutual. We fall together and we rise together. You’re never alone with your problems.” 

The summoner’s frustrated expression lifted and gave way to a look of passion. They gave a slight chuckle and smiled as they looked at her, “You’re right… I wish I had realized that sooner, heh…”

Fjorm parted her lips as if she was about to respond, but was cut off by the summoner pulling her into a warm embrace. She was startled by it at first, but she quickly followed suit soon after. The embrace was just too enticing to deny. 

The summoner breathed a sigh of relief, “Thank you…”

(OOF I decided to write out scenarios for this one)

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I'm not sure how you feel about reader/significant other asks, so of you don't do this please ignore this. What do you think Alfonse would do if he and the summoner got very close (they spend so much time together they're practically glued at the hip) and seemingly out of nowhere he starts to get feelings for the summoner? I can't tell if he would tell them how he felt or if he would find any excuse to avoid them. 😂 Good luck with your blog!

We’re perfectly fine with them (actually, we love them)! Thank you for sending us an ask!~

Alfonse most likely wouldn’t avoid his strong feelings for the summoner, he’d want to confront them, but they’d be very difficult for him to comprehend.

He’s conflicted about the matter… He can’t deny his desire for intimacy with the summoner, but at the same time, he fears that getting close to the summoner will only hurt him in the end–especially if the ties between the two are suddenly cut. 

Seeing the summoner every day only makes this decision harder for him.

He’d be filled with frustration, but that wouldn’t make him avoid the summoner entirely. 

Eventually, the passionate feelings push him over the edge, and his mind becomes set on expressing those desires.

Every night, Alfonse would spend his time alone while he rehearses his confession in order to express it to the summoner come the next day…

… And come the next day, he’d be met with doubt.

When he approaches the summoner with confidence and seriousness, his heart nearly leaps out of his chest, he’s fidgety, and every so often, he’d stammer. 

To him, the situation was a disaster, so he’d distract the summoner with an irrelevant conversation and stroll them over to the library or cafe. 

This cycle would repeat for a countless amount of days. 

The summoner started to catch on to this pattern as well.

However, when they questioned Alfonse about it, he simply shrugged it off as a “mere coincidence.” (though, the blush on his face would be quite hard to hide!)

It would probably take him a loooooong time to finally confess to the summoner… 

And after he does, he vows to always keep them at his side. After all, he wouldn’t be able to endure the pain of losing another person so close to him.

(Poor boy has trust issues… Please protect him at all costs)

Extra:

Alfonse: “W-well… You see, I would like to d-discuss something important- SUMMONER, LOOK! ORBS!”

Summoner: *Aggressively turns around* “WHERE?”

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Well, Hey There

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Feel free to send in any asks or headcanons! Self-insert is welcomed~

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