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A first time for everything

A little something Casphardt because I feel bad and needed to vent. CW for character death.

Linhardt had never held the capacity to grieve for people that died. Even more so during a time of war, when death was all too common. He had told his professor as such just a few months ago.

But as he sat next to the by now infuriatingly familiar tombstone, he started to wonder if this was what it was supposed to feel like.

The gaping cavity he felt in the place where his heart was supposed to be. A whining ache that spread through his entire being, dulling every emotion he felt. And that was saying something, as Linhardt usually did not feel strong emotions in the first place.

Never, unless he was with Caspar. The one person that could get Linhardt to laugh. Or to become angry.

He recalled the first time he was angry at the bluenet. It had been the very day they met and Caspar had tried to show off his strength by jumping across a big gap between two walls in Fort Merceus. He failed, of course, his small stature was never going to make it across.

Linhardt had healed his scrapes and cuts, all the while lecturing him about the dangers of charging ahead recklessly. He had kept practicing healing magic from then on, determined to keep Caspar safe. He had even learned warping magic, so he could wisk him away from danger should the need arise. All for him.

How silly. When the perfect moment to cast warp came, Linhardt was frozen in fear. The warrior came running at him, and he just stood there. When his favorite person in the whole world came rushing in to save him, he just stood there. When the axe tore into his back, he just stood there.

He only regained his composure when the warrior was killed by an arrow to the chest, fired by someone Linhardt did not know. He rushed towards his friend, but it was too late.

“Heh, you were right, Lin. I do charge ahead recklessly. Please… Don’t come after me.” Those were his final words, accompanied by a bloody hand resting on the green-haired boy’s cheek. They were for him, for nobody else to hear.

He sighed as he leaned his head against the tombstone, the feeling uncomfortable but necessary to ground him. To connect him to his Caspar.

He was in no hurry to die, even now, but he had started to understand why some people would become so filled with grief that they would send themselves to meet the goddess.

Life was just not going to be as bright anymore without the young Bergliez boy in it.

Claude had put him on the bench for now. Just as well. There was nothing worth fighting this senseless war over. He had only joined it really for Caspar. He had switched houses for him, knowing the smaller boy would be useless without him. Caspar had snuck into his father’s mansion in the lead-up to the reunion at Garreg Mach, asking - begging - Linhardt to come along. He could never say no to him.

He remembered the night of the ball. They had danced. Linhardt smiled softly at the memory. People had looked at them weird. Not just because they were both boys, but because they were Caspar and Linhardt, perhaps the last two people one would expect to see dancing. Not counting Bernadetta, that is, who’s showing up would be a miracle in and of itself.

He remembered how Caspar had looked at him. Blushing slightly as he realized they were being stared at.

“Pay them no mind, Cas. What we do is nobody’s business but our own,” was all Linhardt had said.

That had made the blue boy relax slightly. “I like you, Lin.”

Linhardt still did not know if he had meant that platonically or romantically. He had meant it Caspar-ly. Not that Linhardt would have cared. He held deep affection for the other boy, maybe the only person he had ever held affection for. But he was perfectly content with their relationship as it was, as was Caspar. Neither had needed a label.

“You foolish boy,” Linhardt said softly to the tombstone. “I never got to thank you for saving me.”

People had tried to talk to him ever since it happened. Hilda tried to cheer him up, to no avail. Petra, their only fellow former Black Eagle on the side of the Alliance in the war, had invited him to eat with him, but he wasn’t hungry. Food had lost flavor to him.

Marianne came to bring him some books on Crest research. Those had him occupied for a while, but even those he lost interest in.

Nothing felt right. It all felt… wrong. Food had lost its flavor. Books were just words on paper he could not be bothered to understand. His professor’s Crest was a mystery that he could not care less about.

He felt empty. Dull. Aching.

The world had lost a spark now that his person was no longer in it.

As Linhardt felt a tear roll down his cheek - the first tear he had cried in Sothis knew how many years - he realized he was capable of grieving after all.

It just took the one person he cared about dying for him to find out.

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SHDHDJFJ all this time I wondered why TWS kept their mouths shut when Edelgard would back talk and tell them she’ll kill them in the pre-ts and ONLY NOW! ONLY NOW DO I REALISE THAT THEY RETALIATE WHEN SHE’S ISOLATED HERSELF FROM ANY POSSIBLE ALLIES 😔

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SHDHDJFJ all this time I wondered why TWS kept their mouths shut when Edelgard would back talk and tell them she’ll kill them in the pre-ts and ONLY NOW! ONLY NOW DO I REALISE THAT THEY RETALIATE WHEN SHE’S ISOLATED HERSELF FROM ANY POSSIBLE ALLIES 😔

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Sorry, i litterarly cannot stop thinking about this

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So guys where yall reading fanfics of three houses characters?? Like oneshots n stuff

I mostly like modern dat AU, but also soms fluff/angst that takes place during the war phase or sumn

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Somebody got any fic recs for Three Houses set in modern day AUs, came across a sad Sylvix one and now I love the idea of my babes living in our world

Doesn’t matter which characters or pairings, just any fics would be appreciated:)

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Excuse me why can’t I invite any of the Ashen Wolves to the Godess Tower?? Yuri would be perfect for a Godess Tower scene, given where his and Byleth’s supports are headed DAMN IT

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I been playing Cindered Shadows and I just LOVE the whole atmosphere of Abyss!!!

The four new characters are so incredibly interesting, especially Constance, Hapi and Yuri! Abyss seems like such a cool place omg

The only thing is I don’t have a whole lot of time to play through this story, and the Fire Emblem youtubers are way ahead of me and have a fun time putting spoilers about future enemies and “the truth” in their thumbnails (along with timeskip portraits) so avoiding spoilers on youtube is so difficult:(

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married life

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Has anyone done this yet?

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IM SO SORRY

IM CURSED IM REALLY CURSED

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Round two of Annette and Mercedes doing the boys' makeup

Black Eagle Edition

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thank you nintendo thank you nintendo thank you nintendo thank you nintendo thank you nintendo 

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well…. i guess we are all sothis now

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So the other day I had a dream about Jeritza where he was hella out of character. But this happened right after the last chapter before he disappears and now I won’t get to see him again until the timeskip and I have such a warped vision of his character now lmao

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Imagine for a hot second, that you had not a single unit without a paired ending (aside from Gilbert but that’s karma, he died lmao)

And they all had achieved their A(+) supports

But they still somehow all ended up single

The Blue Lions aren’t kind to me with their epilogues