#poor alfonse... he is trying. SO hard

[moe-broey]

Bro... bro..............

The fucking.

I either forgot or just straight up erased this shit from my memory due to seething resentment but like. I. Local Alfonse Autism Man. Had no fucking idea there was a line that referenced the Fucking Stick.

[hulloitsdani]

*slowly rises from my coffin*

So Alfonse and Kiran right?

I was talking about this game the other day to the poor yet willing ears of friends (a very common occurrence bless them) and I finally managed to articulate what I found compelling about their dynamic. And I want to share these ideas with you all, because if I don’t I will explode. You understand.

As a refresher to previous ramblings about this game, Fire Emblem Heroes’ consistent theme across its characters seems to be loneliness. Everyone is haunted by what a lack or loss of companionship threatens to do them. On top of this, based on the characterization we receive from side materials and the tiny glimpses we get in-game, I believe Kiran has the capacity to be the core of a lot of these themes. An isekai protagonist suffering from being isekaied would be a gold mine for this idea. I deeply enjoy further extrapolating their character and giving my pitch for what this goofy tactician could be like if they were allowed to be an actual character outside of a self insert.

With all that in mind— oh no Alfonse and Kiran’s loneliness latch onto each other like glue.

Alfonse’s loneliness is a culmination of how he was raised, but funnily enough, it’s not immediately clear that this is the case. It’s both a little baffling and borderline amusing to see how much the abandonment of Zacharias affected him in book 1. It reads as a bit romantically coded for a reason. Not hard to assume that Alfonse took it so hard because of some unresolved pinning. Which I’m not going to even remotely deny isn’t the case, but it is intriguingly not the full answer.

In book 3 we meet Alfonse and Sharena’s parents and come to the understanding that oh! Oh no! Their childhood was not good! Having two stable parents did not alleviate them from the themes of loneliness. Their childhood was a very isolating experience and smothered by the extreme expectations that defined that household. An idea which is only reinforced by book 4, where as child, Sharena was lonely enough to want to leave reality entirely and escape to the realm of dreams. And depending on your read of it, she did. Needless to say that these two grew up lonely with a capital L. This means that Zacharias was potentially one of their first and only friends. Period. That recontextualizes how hurt they were when one day he just vanished for no attainable reason. As one of their only sources of connection, that would be traumatizing.

Now Alfonse in particular is someone who, once he is attached, cares so so deeply and is completely ride or die. It’s as if all the love that had nowhere to go for years finally comes out all at once. And, surprisingly, he knows that. He knows because he tries really hard NOT to be. Being that emotionally driven and vulnerable is something he is expected to grow out of if he wants to succeed as a ruler. So he tries to temper it with extreme practicality. Big emphasis on tries. After the loss of Zacharias, he logics out that if he can’t stop these strong feelings for those he cares for and ending up profoundly hurt at the inevitable loss, then he’s going to remove the problem from board. Entirely. No more bonds of friendship. Shoo. Go away. The isolation from before was better than this. He could control that, at least.

Enter Kiran, who sees that and says, “aight bet.”

Despite Alfonse’s best efforts, they end up hitting it off and becoming friends. Just instantly click. Two halves of the same braincell. Commander Anna was initially worried about how standoffish they were, but her worries were clearly misplaced. Now she is left trying to figure out what the hell her tactician and right hand man are even talking about as she struggles to pinpoint when exactly she lost control of this meeting. And this becomes a delightfully common occurrence. Alfonse has fully failed his attempts to keep them at arms length and Kiran has succeeded in kicking his walls down. They are now both deeply attached.

But this means Alfonse has a new problem. He’s gotta navigate two conflicting and volatile emotions— feeling increasingly awful for incidentally forcing Kiran into their given circumstances but DESPERATELY wanting them to stay. And I could theoretically come up with a more eloquent way of putting this, but I described the situation to my friends as having the same energy of the “hey can I try rizzing you up?” bit. But instead it’s “hey can I convince you stay in Askr as the Order’s tactician?”

“PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE—”

I find that this wonderfully communicates how much he genuinely really likes them. It’s honestly very sweet and very clearly mutual.

This then brings me to the fan favorite voice line, in which Alfonse says, “Promise that you’ll never leave us… without warning me first.” The line delivery emphasizes the duality of the previously stated feelings he’s working from. Alfonse wants to be clingy so so bad, but he respects Kiran’s autonomy and is willing to cast his fears to the side for their well being. Just… warn him, please? If that’s going to be the case? (Which he’s desperately hoping it isn’t.)

There is a deep irony to this situation. He’s not too aware of it yet, but lucky for him, Kiran isn’t going anywhere! But unfortunately that isn’t as great as it sounds.

See, Kiran’s loneliness is a different demon. As briefly touched on before, Kiran is facing the natural mental and emotional consequences of being isekaied to a new alien world. Their life just got entirely reset and that’s not the purely fun escapism that you desperately want it to be for them. It turns out culture shock has some serious hands! Hell, it’s almost funny. There’s this twinge of dread whenever they mention the world they left behind. They’re from our modern day, sure, but… maybe it was bad for them? It’s odd to wish for a tragic backstory on a character, but it would mean coming to Askr was better for them. That no one would miss them and they don’t have anyone to miss.

But that is not the case.

Kiran had family. Kiran had a life. Kiran had goals and dreams they wanted to accomplish that are truly no longer possible. They cannot go home and they’ve been dropped into an active war zone. And the only way to survive is to partake.

That’s all pretty bad, right? Absolutely awful? But… somehow it hasn’t been. Sort of. Not fully. Of course some of it is, however, our other protagonists put massive effort to ensure that Kiran is as happy and comfortable as they can possibly manage. And then some! Commander Anna, even upon realizing that this supposed savior was just a scared civilian with no combat experience, gave them shelter, food, and a job. Instantly. Without question. She didn’t even know them! That’s not something they take for granted. Hell, if they think too hard about it, they might start crying. Because that’s genuinely so fucking nice! She took what should have been the worst day of their life and turned it into the start of something new.

And that’s just Anna. All of them did this! Even Alfonse, who despite his clear issues, made an active effort to ensure they were alright. It was not as almost aggressively friendly as Sharena or as surprisingly giving as Anna. No, it was a bit more subtle. He would observe, inadvertently find them struggling with something, and then offer his services. Even if it was for something Kiran might not have been bold enough to ask about. Because Kiran is not going to pull Anna away from her work to help them find a modern map in a library. That feels rude! Or at least intrusive! Instead they’re going to struggle in the corner until they figure out how Askr dates things. Or not apparently, because Alfonse spends a lot of time in the library and has noticed their visible distress. He comes in for the rescue and fails to suppress a smile at Kiran’s dumb “aw my hero!” pun.

You can begin to see why Kiran called bullshit on Alfonse’s no friends deal.

All of this has had a funny little consequence on our silly little summoner. Kiran deeply mourns the loss of their home. They might not show it, but they do. However, thanks to the massive support of their friends, they start making a life for themself here. A new home, with some of the nicest people they’ve ever met, in the most beautiful place they’ve ever been, and in a way that means the world to them.

A home that they are going to defend fiercely, because they know damn well that they don’t have it in them to start from scratch again.

No one embodies this desire more for them than Prince Alfonse. He becomes the emotional center of it. A home in Askr doesn’t exist without him in their life. So no, Kiran is not leaving. Kiran is dying in Askr— dying for HIM more often than not. When we look upon the breidablik Líf carries, we stare in quiet horrified knowing. Alfonse did not active the blood rite. It was not his blood spilled on the altar. It was not his heart beating until no one was left. It was theirs. They couldn’t do it again. Kiran took the only out. And when Líf stares at the summoner with mourning and vitriol, we know why.

Clearly, the way their loneliness comes together can and has been played for emotionally devastating consequences. This intimate relationship is born from this deeply personal and less than perfect part of themselves. Yet, somehow, we get to see the version of this relationship that prevails against all odds. Where they inspire each other to be better and lessen the burden of the loneliness that threatens to undo them. And damnit that gets me.

TLDR; they should explore each other’s bodies sometime and be locked in the world’s slowest slow burn. Thank you and good night!

[fire-emblem-drabbles]

hot question, fresh off the Think Pan: which of the FE Heroes ladies would be into cuddle fucking 😌

I got this ask when I first got to work and I've had all day to think about it :3 Edit: I didn't mean to post this without adding poor Gullveig's name but that's literally so funny of me. Fixed spelling and bolded names too

My first, and obvious thought was Camilla. Woman literally has the softest and warmest body in all of Nohr, she was made for this. Paired with an uncontrollable urge to coddle and the grip strength to swing huge axes around like nothing, let me be clear; if Camilla wants to cuddle fuck, it's going to happen. She just may not be the one getting fucked <3

Next up, Sonya: now I might just be thinking of these two bc I just bought a 3ds to play the classics, or maybe just because I think big tiddy women with purple hair are into this-- who really knows. The point is, Sonya likes to spoil and be spoiled. It won't be hard to get her into your arms, and from there I imagine all it takes is some bad jokes before she'll be trying to get you to shut up.

For an actual feh OC: Laegjarn. I seem to have a type, but pay that no mind. Ahem. I think more than anything, she likes the closeness of it, the intimacy. One of those "I'm not close enough to you until I can crawl inside your chest" types, I'm afraid. That said, this will suffice. For now.

Gullvieg, (sweetie im so sorry for forgetting your name </3): I think she would be down for anything, if it was you summoner, but someone about you taking care of her this time around... ahh poor lady is done for. Might get carried away, but this may not be a bad thing.

Final choice: Ash. Something about not having to look each other in the eyes, the closeness of it without the expectation of something bigger or better. And the warmth-- oh goodness, the warmth. She might still be rambling but personally I think it's cute. Tell me how good the strap is, queen.

Bisexual bonus round under the cut bc the bus still isn't at my stop.

Since I've already added the cow ladies, I may as well have Askr here too! I also think he's one of those down 2 clown types, since he's just so gosh darn curious about us mortals, but soon finds he actually really likes it. Let's him take his time (which he has so much of!), take notice of what his partner likes and dislikes... yeahh he might be my personal choice for this.

Obvious Alfonse is obvious: what wouldn't he do for you? I think he might first be embarrassed how he got turned on doing something that was supposed to be innocent, but upon finding you're into it is more than happy to indulge you :)

Ummm yoinking a random furry... lets say. Ranulf. He's so soft and cuddly... ah it would be so nice. I can absolutely see him nonchalantly asking to cuddle and then when he's putting the tip in he's like "idk how we got here!" But every move was calculated from the start :/ he's lucky he's cute

Okay well now I just have to make it even so: Forsyth, my beloved. Number one service top. Man who doesn't want to let you go in the morning, so you have to offer him something to get his blood pumping. :3 That said, he's also one who can get carried away... as good and sweet as cuddle fucking is, Forsyth often finds himself with a little too much energy to sit that still for long. I suppose it's the thought that counts.

Okay last, but certainly not least: Lyon. I can see it now... basking in one another's warmth, sweet touches and gentle kisses... oh I'm afraid he's far too soft. It may as well just be cockwarming with him, but I'm sure a particularly heated kiss could convince him otherwise....

[iamdarkness]

Letters from Fodlan.

(Not Sent.)

 The accounts of the missing parts in To Feed a Tiger

These are Dimitri’s memories of those missing parts in forms of letters never sent to you. A/N at the end.

This is Feral Dimitri POV.

Chapter one.

 Now that I have left Askr to try my luck to beat destiny; I want to thank you for everything you have done for me. I want to gift you my memories of the events that changed me for ever that had to do with you and them. This is the account of the times I encountered Lif, including the times I never told you, I witnessed for fear you would think badly of me.

  Then I gain I was in a bad place at the time and making bad decision. I am very aware that I can not send this to you ______, but I still want to put these memories to paper and preserve them for the time being. Then one day when I am a king and my battles done, we will meet each other again and then I will be able to tell you my self about this…And we will see each other again, of this I am sure. I will not bend or break. I must prevail and save my people and my self.

   The first night I saw him was the night you game me leave to use Corrin’s tree house. The half dragon had come to Askr in a bad state of mind and considered himself a danger to everyone. You had commissioned a tree house for him to live in, not too far away from the castle complex. It was a cabin proper but high up and propped up by four high trees. Prince Alfonse had been the one who wanted it that big you told me later. I suppose he liked the stories Corrin told you all of his childhood and his tree house. I can see the prince coming to spend some time away in here tom relax…but I digress.

  That had been a dark night. The moon was half full and there were groups of clouds lazily moving across it, blocking its light by intervals. That had been also the night you had come to visit me. That small act of kindness, had been the start of my recovery. The light at the end of the long tunnel of darkness. You had brought me dinner and I had done the best to get you to keep your distance but you never judged me. You stayed until I was ready to leave. I was in truth reluctant to do so. I felt you could understand my pain. You offered me apologies for intruding in my life, when you were right to do so and then you offered me a safe heaven where I could heal. You trusted me to follow you into the darkness of the night, to the woods, where the tree house I was to stay in was located and hidden. You knew what I could do and still you trusted me. I thought you foolish at the time, but this trust was what has kept me alive. After you left me to go back to the tree house I spent some time “conversing with the dead” as my hallucinations would not give me rest.

 After I had lost my eye my other senses had sharpened with the exception of taste. I heard the heavy steps of an armored unit make his way through the forest and as it neared the house I looked out the window. The house was high up and magically hidden as you had said, so I was invisible to the person below. My demons were never physical and even in my poor mental state I knew he was real, but it could not be so. He glowed brighter than the moonlight and a bluish color. His piercing red eyes searched the night for what I did not know. For a second I thought Death himself had come to get me and punish me for my sins. I could feel the rage and hate emanating from his blade like poisonous miasma, but he was not looking for me. The next thing I thought was that this was a spy and that he was wearing some strange armor that had some hidden virtue.

 I went down as silently as I had learned to move in my later years. He was, I suppose not expecting anyone around and was too distracted with his thoughts to detect my presence. Near the border of the fores he started to move in silence too. He moved like a predator; the same as I.

   Before he reached the edge of the woods he covered his glowing chest and mask, but before he did so I got a glimpse of his chest. I could see his ribcage inside the armor and the glowing matter was akin to water or crystal. It looked so in my eyes at least at the time. Once again I thought he could not be real, that he was a phantom made real to torment me and take away the only person in this world who had been kind to me. So I waited to see what he would do. If he was a spy come to do any harm I would finish him and if he was indeed a phantom I would still defeat it, or die trying.

   He stayed there in the darkness looking in at the light of the torches and the guards patrolling. He did not see to be surveying or to even care for the pattern of the guards. Then it happened. He tensed up and seemed to see something far away. It was two figures who had come from around the corner. It was you and Alfonse. He seemed to melt into tree he was hiding behind. I was about to pounce on him when you started singing softly. Your voice carried to where his hidden form trembled with a hidden emotion. The way he said your name, send shivers down my spine. It was the the prayer of the dying. The emotions in that sole word…Devotion, longing, sadness, love…

   Not too far from where you and I had sat you stood talking to a guard. They were giving their reports, not aware of the two persons intruding on their useless watch.

   -Do you want to go to the library and drink some tea?- You ask Alfonse.

   -It is late. Are you not tired?- Asked the prince.

 - It’s never too late to drink tea with you.- You say smiling while your hand touches his, almost by accident but his hand hand reacting at once catches your fingers in his. At this distance I can see him blushing hard.- But if you are tired…

   -No!- He answers faster than necessary, but he does not seem to care.-We should take it in the study. That way we can go right to sleep after.- You nod and the both of you turn to leave. Such an innocent, yet intimate exchange.

   -Alfonse.

   The stranger moved and my attention had returned to him. He had said the name with such hate and sadness. No… Not hate.. it felt more like jealousy. His Gauntlet-ed hand had carved the surface of the tree with its metal nails. He made to follow as you walked away, but he stayed in place. When you turned the corner he turned away but stayed a while. His figure leaned on the tree while he covered his face with one his hands.

  I turned away then. I felt I was intruding on a pain beyond what I had ever experience and too personal to witness. I only looked again when he made to leave. He uncovered his chest and face then and looked at the moon. From behind the mask the words of your song reached me with the voice of the specter. The whisper low and sad.

   -If I could,then I would…I’ll go wherever you will go…

   He came back a few nights later and I noticed that it was always the nights you were out on patrol.He had memorized your schedule it seemed. I got the idea, that even though he was jealous of Alfonse, he did not seemed to care for him or tried to harm him. There were nights when the prince would do a round by himself and the specter never came those days. I learned later that Alfonse was doing Sharena’s patrol since she had been working with the refugees and my specter friend had taken to spying her at town during the day,

   Then came the night my hallucination returned while we were talking during my dinner. You looked so sad that day and it sobered me up to see how haunted you were by the deaths you felt you had caused. You took responsibility instead of denying it, the way cowards always did. I knew then you felt the same way I did, but where I had become a monster you were becoming a light. I felt I should warn you about him. He was surely coming tonight and you were warned.

   Still I new you were not going to resist and that after my show of lunacy you would dismiss my warning as a product of my mind. I waited for him, hidden by the edge of the woods where he always hid to see you.

   He appeared again from deep within the woods. His slow determined walk turned quiet and again he covered his glowing chest and face. He stood there like I had seen him the previous nights. By the talk we had had earlier I guessed now that this was Lif, the person that had helped you before, but I was still unsure.

  Thankfully my demons were quiet that night and I was able to keep my sanity while this happened. The time when you came from around the corner of the building arrived. You were talking to Prince Alfonse and your hand movement reflected it was a quite emotional subject. Since I was closer to the clearing this time I could hear you better that the last time.

 -Luckily the potion was created fast and it is very safe.- I could hear the voice of the prince and his tone was almost soothing.

 -Yes. Even then I can’t help but worry about him not wanting to take it.

 -Why wouldn’t he take it? He must know you are only trying to help him.

 -He may not Alfonse. Most people that have this kind of psychological trauma and have hallucinations think they are real and there is no convincing them of the truth. I fear Dimiti may not understand that he is sick and that his demons are only the product of his sick mind. I worry so much about him Alfonse… I can’t…I don’t want him to die..

 This is when I noticed you were talking about me. What I felt at the realization was a jumble of feelings coming at me so fast it gave me mental whiplash. I was surprised at first and then I felt cold anger that you would think everything was just my imagination. I felt invalidated in my pain. Part of my mind, the one that was sick and delusional told me you did not believe me and did not care for me the way I had thought. But the part of my mind that had been touched by your efforts told me this was not the truth. I knew I was sick; and I knew I had been sick even before this. I had been told this so many times and I didn’t want to listen. What was worst was that my position as a prince meant that it was easier to ignore my mental problems than to risk their positions and this way the problems went unchecked until it was too late. Still, here there was a way for me to get better and people that cared for me. It made me feel a wave of warmth I had not felt since my childhood.

 -We will come up with a way to help him. Don’t worry.- He says softly and takes your hand. I hear a gasp from my right where the person watching you lays in wait.

 -Oh Alfonse. I am so sorry to drag you in. You keep telling me to not get close to the heroes and I know it is because you got hurt, but …

 -I have to learn to let go or I will never grow… but it is hard..

 -That’s because when you care for someone you give them your heart. You are so passionate Alfonse…You don’t do stuff by halves and that is the reason…-You let the silence end your sentence as you both stay watching one another. The steps of the guards may have been what brought your attention back to reality.- Any way…Yeah you better learn to let go or your future children will suffer for it.- You say with a laugh. He is taken aback by this and is visibly flustered.

 -What? My kids… erm…the things you say _____.

 -It’s true! I can see you not letting them marry until they are 40.

 -Not true.- He says and he sounds so young,- Forty years are a perfect time to get married.

 -Alfonse are you getting married until you are forty? Because I am not waiting that long.-You say and turn around to engage a guard. The prince stand there rooted to the spot with an expression between happiness and bashfulness.

 -I would marry you right now…- He says too softly for you and the guard to hear but I could hear them because he was closer to the tree line and because these words were echoed by the man standing near me at exactly the same time.

 The prince then joins you and the guard to take the reports and after a while I see you step aside and watch the place where we have dinner every night. Then you turn to the moon now past full and  the soft words of a song start to fall from your lips.

 - Come to my window…crawl inside and wait by the light of the moon. Come to my window… I’ll be home soon…I would dial the numbers just to listen to your breath. And I would stand inside my hell and hold the hand of death.- The reaction to the song was quite visible. Knowing I had told you someone would be coming, it felt to me like an invitation and it was plain he had taken it as such. But the words that had followed had truck him harder than the first. From where the prince was standing he gave you a look that seemed at the time unreadable to me at the moment. Now I know that he knew what you were doing. There was not much that would escape his sharp mind.- You don't know how far I'd go to ease this precious ache end you don't know how much I'd give or how much I can take. Just to reach you…

 -Ready? - He asked you suddenly ending your quiet singing. He looked troubled. You nodded and went to meet him to get back. Your patrol had ended. When they were at a distance I saw him lean to your ear and say something to which you shrugged in return.

 I looked back at him. He had one knee on the ground and he was leaning on the tree.It took some time but finally he got up and took some time to move. I suspect he was making up his mind about something.

 As you know I am quite tall and most of the time it takes some effort to be hidden well from all angles, but in my last years I had leaned well how to do so. I had sat among some leafy bushes between two trees.These bushes protected me from all sides. I was lucky they did as he did not walk in the same direction in which he went when he left the earlier times. He walked past me along the Western side of the grounds due North and I could see he was too distracted to notice me in my hiding spot. There was resolve and purpose in his steps and there was fire in his shinning crimson eyes. It was as if life had once again entered his being.

 If I was correct he was trying to get to your room that overlooked the central gardens and he had to get past the stables and the guards to do so. He seemed to have a very detailed outline of the castle and the location your room. I supposed then he had been in there before as a guest, but if he was an ally why hide from view? Had he done something to fall out of grace with the Order?

He hesitated before going past the stables and I soon understood why. I could hear the beasts grow restless as if sensing his presence. I heard Gerome talking to Minerva and asking why she was behaving this way. He stopped and listened for the hero’s presence. Indeed Gerome came out and talked to the guard who agreed to search for the source of the unrest. While they were at it the stranger had gone past the guards and crossed the grounds towards the entrance to the inner gardens. He was as agile and stealthy as a ninja.

  I decided then to come out of the shadows and let them think it had been me all the while the source of the beasts unrest. I knew if the stranger did something against you it would have been all on me, but I was sure I could stop him if it was necessary.

They saw me and asked me what I was doing, but a look in their direction shut them up. They knew who I was and I felt no need to explain myself to no one in any case. Lucky for me the stranger was already gone inside and had not heard the exchange. Once in the garden I too took to the shadows and surveyed the place. The gardens are vast as you well know and it took me a long time to locate my target. I found him by some rose bushes near the entrance to the entrance to the room complex where your room was located. He sneaked past the door and on to the side of the building until he came to the side of the camellia tree surrounded by laurels just under the balconies of your rooms. As expected there was no light in your room,nor the the prince’s. Instead of climbing up he waited in the shadows of the trees.

  I don’t know if you remember coming out to your balcony that night. Your light came on and after a while you came out of the room. You stayed there a while looking sadly at the gardens. He came out of the shadows to look at you and the soft and deep whisper of his voice reached me. I could not make out everything he said but I heard something like “… is the sun(1).” and as he talked to himself he quietly questioned if he should speak to you, light in the prince’s room went out. You went inside then. After a while he went out again and after looking over for prying eyes he climbed the wall to your balcony. By then I suspect you were asleep.He peeked inside and opened the door, but before going inside he paused unsure of his actions. He tried leaving but again he could not resist and opened it again and went inside. I was ready to climb and tear him apart if he was doing something untoward but just was soon as he went inside he had come out. He took out a flower he had taken from the garden and left it on the rail of the balcony…then he took it again and squished it in his hand. I found out later that he had placed a single kiss on your forehead and it had taken all of his will power not to spend the night watching you sleep.

 He sneaked out then and I did not follow. There were so much I needed to think about that night. Not only about the stranger but about what I had heard you say. That night I decided to give it a chance and try the potion I knew you would offer. The first thing I did that morning was take a bath in the gelid waters of the river that ran close to the tree house. I still feel shame about this but my logic was that by not being inviting to the senses I felt safer. It was an extra shield for me and if it made my enemies fear me then it was for the better.

   Knights later when it was again your turn to patrol I learned the prince was not going to be available to accompany you. I knew there were plenty heroes who would want to go patrolling with you, including my other selves who were very protective of you and the Fell Dragon whom you and Alfonse had almost adopted (2). I did not even offered to go out with you since I was ready to watch from the shadows and I wanted to see what the stranger would do now that you were alone.

   I watched over you from the beginning of your patrol. Even when stood outside in the garden looking up at the prince’s balcony and threw a small stone at the glass door, even knowing he would not be in there. I went to my spot near the clearing. Now with a cleared mind after taking the potion you had offered me it was easier to make better choices. I could not believe I had let him go so far as to get inside your room the nights prior. I was thinking of confronting him tonight and I was in for a big surprise when you appeared in the distance.

   The stranger had been waiting in the same place as before. Looking at him and knowing you were alone made wish he would not be wearing that mask. I knew by the glowing in the mask that part of his face was made from the same matter as his chest and I was not only curious to see his facial bones but mostly his expression when he saw you coming.

   Then you came and waited for the guards to report and stayed for a while writing down something on a small book. When the figures of the guard were gone you put the book inside your coat pocket and turned to fave the tree line. Unknown to me you had come earlier with Alfonse and had searched for signs that would let you know if he had come. Alfonse had found the scratches in the tree and so you knew where he would be hiding.

   You started walking towards us not knowing I was also hiding nearby. He seemed to panic for a second when we heard you speak. They were the lines of a poem I only remember but little.

 - “ Stay Shadow of my shy treasure. Image of the charmer I love best. Fair dream for which I die with joyful breast. Illusion sweet for which I live in pain…”

   He steps back and a shaky “No” leaves him, but he is now frozen in place as your figure enters the line of trees. You were guided by the sign of the scratches he had left on the tree so many nights ago.

 -“ It matters not that you slip through chains and embrace… when fantasy builds a prison just for you.” (3) - Now that you were standing just in front of him, his demeanor changed. It is as if he was steeling himself to fight. A fight I guessed then, that was against his feelings and one that was already lost.

 -Those words should be saved for Alfonse and I am not him.

 -You came to visit the other night.- You tell him, dismissing his words. He keeps quiet a moment.

 -I had an invitation. One you should not have given lightly.

 -I am glad you took it. I’ve wish to see you for a while…and I had thought it had been a sweet dream.

 -Why? I almost killed you and Alfonse. You should fear me and stay away from me.

 -I do not blame you for that; and it was you who saved us all in the end. I owe you everything.

 - It wasn’t just me who…

 -Alfonse please!

 -Don’t…not anymore...- He starts to say but your head leans on the glowing chest he had failed to keep covered. His arms jerk forward as if to embrace you, but he keeps them away.

 Until this point I had been confused by this interaction. Your words had been meant for a lover and I had thought you loved only Alfonse. Anger was beginning to seep into my heart. I had thought you better than so easy to flirt with another. Flirting while having a love so heartfelt and pure as the prince’s. Then hearing you say his name with such love made the truth sink in. You had talked about another Askr and that there was someone who had helped you defeat Hel called Lif. If this young man was the person that helped you and his real name was Alfonse and this meant that this man was that Askr’s prince Alfonse. All the pieces to my puzzle now fit perfectly. Now I understood how he new everything so well in the castle. It had been his home.

 -Can only Thrasir call you that now?

 Your words held no reproach, but his answer came in the form of his left hand caressing your head. His battle was truly lost.

 -I have words for him as well. Love and Innocence being some of them. Sometimes I feel I am polluting him.- There is a smile and fondness in your statement.

 -You think him pure…when he worships your memory every night before sleep and gilt takes him? Only to dream of you again.- I heard your gasp and your head turns upward to see his face. He does not flinch from your gaze, even after that personal revelation. I take it you understood he had done this as well.

 -You…

 -Every night.- He responds still not flinching. Your face is scarlet red. You lower your dead to his chest again. (4)

 -He…He’s the perfect gentleman with me. He barely touches me. Sometimes I feel like I am back in square one with him, but I don’t want to rush him if he is not prepared for more.

 -Fool…- He says with little venom and he takes to caress your cheek.- Why does he not act on his feelings? Was I this foolish myself? Yes…I lost so much precious, time I could have spent with you…You could both die any minute …has he learned nothing from my past?

 - You kind of told us and I quote "Get close to someone, and the pain of parting will be much more acute. You and Alfonse must remember this."

 -I meant the heroes.

 - I know this, but I think Alfonse took it more seriously. He still think I will go back to my world despite me telling him I will stay.

 -Fool...If only you were mine…- I saw him change again. He let go of you and even tried to repel you.-But you are not…My ______ is gone for ever… I need to go. I should have never come back here. This is not my place and you are not mine.

 -Alfonse…Lif- You change the name when he flinches away from you.

 - There is nothing I can offer you…nothing I can give you…Alfonse…how I envy him…

 -What is it that you think I want from him that you can not give me yourself?

 -...I don’t even have a heart to give you now…- He turns to leave.

 -Time…Time and friendship…That is all I ask…That is all I asked from the beginning.

 -I could never be your friend.

 -Please, I just want to help you…

 -Help me? How? I don’t need your pity or your friendship…I want...-He was about to leave but turns around and looks at you. He slowly takes off his mask and approaches you again. I could see he was waiting for you to flee or to be disgusted. I when I could no even see bone or teeth inside where his jawline would be. Whatever he though you would do however, he did not expect for you to take his face in your hands like it was a precious treasure. -So much more than that…-  He finished in a whisper. Once enthralled by your caress, he leaned over and kissed you.

 That kiss…How I longed then to be touched so lovingly, the way you kissed him then. He barely touched your lips, but you circled his neck with you arms and he deepened it while his arms sough to embrace you by the waist. Your hands tangled in his hair and I imagined how they would feel in mine. The moan of need that left his throat, appeared to have brought him to his senses once again and he let go.

 -I love you…I may not have a heart, but I love you with everything I have and I will continue to love you for ever…But so does he and I will not break his heart. If only one of us can be happy, then let it be him. Happiness was not made for me.

 -I love you too, Alfonse. Whatever form you take…but you are right… it is not his fault and it is not fair for neither of you. Forgive me for my selfishness.

 -Now go before the guards return and raise the alarm…He will be waiting…

 -Where will you go?

 -Does it matter?

 -It matters to me…to us. You can always return here.

 -There is…I have no place here. Now go.

 You sigh, say your farewell and leave. He watches you go and he puts his mask on again after touching his translucent lips with a sigh. After your form is gone from sight he turns and leaves. It may have been my imagination ____, but it seemed to me like his form did not look as somber or sad as before.

   I confess that… I felt jealousy of that love. No only your love for him but his love for you. He loved you beyond death and you loved him beyond appearances. In my life no one had loved me so. Yet you were giving me a part of your heart as Alfonse his friendship and Lif his pain. It had to be enough for me.

    A/N: Since Alfonse is a very intelligent man who loves to read and acquire knowledge, I am sure he asks the Summoner often about all kinds of stuff that the summoner has learned in their world. If the summoner can speak more than one language, he would be asking the summoner how to say  or write different words and phrases because he loves languages as you can see by him being a lost language translator. He remembers much of it because he has nearly perfect memory and loves the summoner very much that he tries hard to remember everything; specially the summoner’s favorite lyrics to songs poems or quotes from different media. Because The summoner does not share his perfect memory many of the quotes are not nearly exact and so I paraphrased quotes because this way the Summoner seems more like our real self who does remember parts of something but can’t access goggle to find the right quote.

  MY summoner is indeed Lif’s summoner as well. When the time line broke apart, she became two but when Lif’s Summoner died her part of the soul returned to the point when the time line broke, memories and all.

 (1) “ What Light through yonder window breaks? It is the East and ____ is the sun.”

“Should I listen for more, or should I speak now?”

Romeo and Juliet.

 (2) I love Grima and sometimes I feel like this dear dragon is still that child who is lashing out after being abused and neglected and knows no better.

 (3) Full Poem.

Stay Shadow of my shy treasure. Image of the charmer I love best.

Fair dream for which I die with joyful breast.

Illusion sweet for which I live in pain.

Your winning graces all my heart enchain,

It follows as the steel, the magnet’s test.

But wherefore you win my love and made me blest.

If thou must mock me, fading soon again.

Yet canst thou never boast, with fullest pride,

That triumphant o’er me is thy tyranny.

For though thou from the dose embrace doest glide.

That held thy visionary form from me,

But fancy builds a prison still for you.

 Sor Juana Ines De La Cruz. Paraphrased in actual text for plot reasons.

 (4) Alfonse taking Lan Zhan words to heart. “ Every night is every night” Lan Wanji Master of Demonic Cultivation XD . Sorry I could not resist.

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This has been sitting in my drafts for ages but I finally worked up the energy to actually finish it-

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Summary: Alfonse does an oopsie😳😳😳

Alfonse shot up with a gasp, panting and disheveled, it took a few seconds before he could take a moment to realize where he was. His head was spinning, and his hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat. He swallowed thickly, and took a moment to gather his bearings. He rubbed at his temples, willing away the headache he could feel gnawing at his mind. He tried to ignore the way he could feel his lower half pulse with warmth.

But it failed miserably when he realized that his undergarments shouldn't have felt as wet as they did.

He gulped, and with a pit forming in his stomach, he peeled back the covers of his bed. A wet patch he could see soaked into his deep blue garments had a feeling of guilt straining his throat. With a shaking hand, he clasped the hem of his underclothes and pulled it back, whimpering at what he saw.

He was coated in cum, his length was slick with his seed, twitching at the sudden cold air. His cock pressed against his underwear, making a tent of his garments, not yet satiated from having released just once. It almost hurt.

Alfonse felt his eyes sting, and a cold sweat had begun running its way through his body.

He'd dreamed about having sex with his partner, of having his summoner in such a lascivious manner, about violating the bond of friendship they'd formed.

He felt sick.

Now, he was sure it'd be too late. Too late to get rid of those feelings that had formed without his permission, too late to look at his summoner the same way he had when he first met them, and too late to erase the images in those dreams from his mind.

He remembered everything. He'd heard once that you forget what most of your dreams once you're awake...clearly, that piece of information was failing him now.

He could still recall the curve of your back, the way your skin dipped under his fingertips as he held your hips in place, and worst of all, he could remember the loving mewl of his name falling from your lips.

His member twitched again, and another hot wave rippled through his stomach. He buried his face in his hands and sighed in frustration. It burned, he was so hard it was almost painful, the slightest movement only furthered the heat.

Exhausted by the entire situation, Alfonse fell tiredly back on the bed, an arm across his forehead as he thought about what to do. Everytime he closed his eyes in hopes that he could simply will away the problem, it only resulted in conjured up images of you in every position he could think of.

Blood would rush right back down, it was a vicious cycle. 

He even considered a cold shower at the baths but if he were to leave his room in this state… it'd be near impossible to hide the bulge in his pants.

With a shaky breath, Alfonse begged the heavens to forgive him for what he was about to do.

Slipping a hand slowly into his undergarments, a hand wrapped tentatively around his length, his breath hitched as the smallest touch on his sensitive length was torturous. His hand gave a hesitant pump of his member, Alfonse gritted his teeth as the feeling made his hips rise from the bed and into his hand, his body desperate to keep the touch going.

He'd hoped to simply finish quickly and then rid himself of every reminder of what transpired but it seemed that no matter what mindless rutting he did against his palm, his body refused to give in to release. Frustration was beginning to grow with each stroke, he had been trying his hardest to keep out of mind his beloved Summoner, in hopes of not tarnishing them further.

But it seemed as though he wouldn't have his way at all tonight, his vision clouded with tears as he let himself slip into the onslaught of images his mind had kept from his dreams. He'd wanted so badly to avoid sullying you further but it was clear the moment he allowed his thoughts to wander over to you, the kind of effect you had on him.

His hips jerked up at the first flash of you having your lips wrapped around his cock, looking up at him with half lidded eyes and flushed skin. From there, the variety of positions that his mind threw before him was almost shocking. From having you bent over the edge of a table in the library as he sunk himself deeper inside you to the obscene imagery of your legs snaked around his waist as he ravished you in the middle of the castle's main hall.

All of it propelled him further through his chase for release, with his eyelids shut tight, the wet slap of his cock being worked up and down desperately by his hand seemed to be a thousand times louder as it rang in his ears.

A strangled cry past his lips forced him to muffle his voice with his free hand as his mind plunged further into the myriad of sin that it had dragged you into. Alfonse cursed himself as he sank into imagining it was your hand that was clenching and rubbing his length, his hips refused to stop lifting off the bed with each pump. 

He loved you.

He knew it, he'd known for a long time now, but he had always prayed that those feelings would simply dissipate on their own, through the course of time. He had no such luck, the more time you had spent as his side, the stronger he felt about you. He never meant to see you in such a light but you were so kind and warm to him that any effort to keep you away was near impossible.

Hot tears spilled over the sides of his face as shame and guilt overtook him, you were his precious partner, and yet here he was, wondering if you were perhaps in your own bed mirroring his actions with your legs spread, writhing on your bed, calling his name.

Maybe you returned his affections, wishing for nothing else but for him to burst through your door and fill you to the brim as he murmured his love in between sweet loving kisses. Maybe your body was quaking and jutting in rhythm with your hand as you thought of him making love to you with a heart full of nothing but undying adoration.

His back arched as he felt himself reaching closer and closer to his desired freedom, the hand that had been silencing his moans flitted down to meet his other hand, forming a circle for his member to fuck into. A poor substitute for the heat and wet slickness of your insides that he remembered from his dream.

Your name fell from his lips in between his lewd pants, he was so close, and he could feel it in the tightening feeling along his stomach. 

The visage that followed would be what pushed him over the edge. 

It was pure and sweet, even if it involved him being buried to the hilt inside you, he'd envisioned you lovingly brushing away stray strands of hair from his face before pressing a kiss to his lips.

'I love you, Alfonse.'

With an arching back, Alfonse was left to cry your name amidst frantic declarations of his own I love you's. His chest was painted with the shame of his lust, love, and guilt, all mixed into one. The ropes of pearly white that spurted from his cock felt like a stain on his skin as he came down from his high.

Alfonse gritted his teeth as his throat constricted painfully, he was awash with contempt for himself, he had cum to the thought of his cherished Summoner, and he had enjoyed every second of it.

He felt dirty.

Hopelessness clutched at him as he whimpered through bleary eyes, his pillow was growing damp with the tears it collected. He was spent emotionally and physically, his hair was plastered to his forehead and the lingering proof of his deed was still splayed across his skin.

He would get no sleep that night. Mortification would be his companion for the remaining hours till morning, along with the question of how he could possibly bring himself to face you tomorrow.

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Sothis, Emotional

Thanks for the support as always, @xpegasusuniverse! I hope you like it! >v<)b

Summary: Claude, Dimitri and Edelgard were the first ones to be summoned to Askr and eagerly awaited their Professor’s arrival. On the fateful day Kiran shot a red orb in hope of calling Byleth forth, someone completely unexpected also popped out... What was the meaning of that?!

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Part 1 - Part 2

The chilly air embracing Garreg Mach Monastery felt trickly to the skin, especially for those born at the Kingdom. There were whispers between hands and mufflers being sewn all around -- in other words, the students were in high spirits.

The same could also be said about the three House Leaders: after the Field of the Eagle and Lion, the bonds between them had deepened, and they could be seen together more often (though usually beckoned by Claude). They had also been the first of the students to visit the world called Askr as summoned heroes to help fight for their cause.

Byleth couldn't say he felt entirely secure about sending his students without supervision, but according to the three of them, the summoning ritual was a ceremony that had equal chances of calling forth a hero from Fódlan as well as from an entirely different world.

Well, Byleth thought as he shrugged, meaning to head towards the greenhouse, as long as their spirits remain high.

"Oho, oh! Someone's upse-et!" Sothis singsonged from beside Byleth, floating to match his eye level. "You also want to join the fun, do you not? Oh, bet you do!"

Byleth remained silent, slightly turning his head away from Sothis as he went down the first flight of stairs. "I'm worried about them, that's all. I'm not there to tell them where to go... As long as they're under me, I'd rather have them within my sight at all ti-mees?!" Byleth felt a strange compulsion pulling him towards the ground, a scattered thought wondering if he had tripped and was about to fall on his face in front of the entire student body, but his reflexes immediately made him cushion his own fall -- or so it seemed.

"Ieargh!" Sothis yelped from beside him, her scream followed by a loud thud.

There was a small audience for today's summoning session.

Claude and Sharena had rounded up the remaining House Leaders, Prince Alfonse and Commander Anna to watch (also perhaps cheer) as Kiran used the red orb he had loaded inside Breidablik. Feeling somewhat nervous, the Summoner pointed the magical weapon towards the sacred grounds, took a deep breath before shooting the orb straight into the large crystal.

The impact of the bullet shattered the round crystal -- magically, of course -- stealing an amused whistle from Claude a few steps behind. The red shards littered the ground, glowing in the light that opened the path between Askr and the summoned hero's world momentarily. Fog followed the blinding light, though instead of seeing the new Hero's silhouette, there was a muffled sound, as though someone had fallen.

"Ouch..." Byleth groaned as he patted the dirt out of his robes. He had managed to cushion his own fall, alright, but the fog and the mysterious air surrounding this place made it for a poor welcome.

"That voice!" Dimitri perked up from beside Claude, smiling warmly. "Perhaps this time the Summoner succeeded."

"Oh, oh! Really?!" Claude glanced to his fellow House Leaders before quickly cupping his mouth with both hands. "Heeeey, Teach! You there?"

"Claude?" Byleth coughed as he walked out of the fog, his figure finally being seen by all expectators. "So this is the world you three told me about..." He looked around as the three students approached, each smiling in their own way.

"Glad you're finally here, Teach! With you in tow, we have nothing to fear."

"Indeed," Dimitri nodded beside Claude, "I feel much more secure now that we can partake on your knowledge in this world as well, Professor."

"True; his prowess will be an immense asset to the Askrian forces." Edelgard nodded with a pleased smile.

Just as Byleth was finally about to step out of the ancient Summoning Grounds, he felt static crackling in the air, immediately taking a step back in reflex. "What's happening?" He calmly frowned, gripping the Sword of the Creator.

"I- I don't kno-" Kiran stuttered, unable to conceal Breidablik back with its usual magic. "The weapon isn't- listening to me-" the more the Summoner struggled with the magical weapon, the harder it shone, pointing itself once again towards the pillar -- towards the round crystal in the middle. "Watch out!" He managed to yell before Breidablik shot yet another red orb, though no one had seen Kiran load it into the gun.

Thing is, he hadn't loaded anything. Breidablik was moving on its own!

Surprised, Byleth dodged as the beam of light shattered the crystal yet again, light emanating from the ground in a brighter and louder explosion than the one that had just summoned Byleth.

"Ieargh!" A youthful voice yelped, followed by a dull thud.

Sothis? Byleth thought as he deepened his frown.

"Professor! Are you alright?!" Dimitri and Edelgard yelled from outside the grounds, an otherworldly force keeping them out of the magical field covering it.

"Cough, cough," Claude waved one hand in front of his face, trying to dispel the thick fog. "What the heck was that, Kiran? This is a first, isn't it?"

Trembling, the Summoner had his eyes glued to the small figure making itself seen inside the fog. "Y-yeah, I never saw this happen before, either."

"Ugh, bother." A girlish voice complained.

"Are you alright?" Byleth asked to the voice, his figure bending down to extend a hand in her direction. Slowly did the smoke disappear, revealing a green-haired, pointy-eared little girl that sat right in the middle of the sacred grounds.

"If falling on my behind consists of being 'alright', then yes, Byleth, I am terribly alright!" She massaged her behind as Byleth pulled her up, not yet fully realizing her own situation.

Then, it clicked. To the both of them at the same time, as soon as they felt each other's warmth.

"I am- tangible?" Sothis widened her eyes, feeling the tickling sensation of brushing one's fingers on another's skin. She looked down at her own body, incredulity plastered on her face.

"What the heck?! Who's this little girl, Teach? Do you know her? Why are her ears- is she even human? I saw someone with ears like those around here sometimes... Where is she from?"

"You two do seem to know each other..." Dimitri placed one hand over his chin in thought.

Edelgard was about to ask the same question when Kiran's voice exploded beside her.

"SOTHIS?!" He screamed atop of his lungs, startling all but the stoic Professor out of their skins. Even Sothis jumped a good feet off the ground, turning her attention away from her own flesh towards the yelling Summoner. "What? But how is this possibl-" he walked towards the duo, unaffected by the force that kept the other Heroes away from the grounds.

"Sothis...?" Edelgard frowned, lowering her head as though trying to remember something. Beside her, Dimitri and Claude exchanged confused glances just like the askrian trio behind them.

"Is she someone you know, Kiran?" Claude asked, trying once again to step into the grounds only to be repelled.

Befuddled, Kiran stammered as he approached Byleth and Sothis, unaware of who was the most confused in this entire situation. "This is entirely unexpected," Kiran looked from one to the other, finally being able to do away with Breidablik, fumbling with his hands in confused surprise.

"This should not be possible!" Sothis exclaimed, as though finally remembering she had to breathe to be able to speak. "I knew I was alive, but I lacked a body of my own, so-" she gasped, "wait, you know my name! How do you know me, young man? Explain this!"

"Yeah, Kiran, tell us all you know! Who's this girl?" Claude could barely contain his curiosity by appearing nonchalant, but his heart was pounding just as hard as anyone's. Dimitri could not help but shake the feeling that he had seen someone in Sothis' likeliness back at the Monastery... perhaps it was her hair color?

"Oh! Flayn! And Seteth, yes!" Dimitri placed his closed fist on his palm, as though finally arriving at a conclusion. "Her hair color is similar to theirs, so I wondered if she might be another one of Flayn and Seteth's siblings."

"What the hell, that's true! I was so caught up with the ears I didn't realize her hair color was similar..."

"As many other things, I'd wager," Edelgard mumbled under the hand she had placed in front of her chin in thought. 

Overwhelmed with questions from all sides, Kiran felt cold sweat trickling down his back. "I, uh, since I'm the Summoner, I can see a lot of information regarding the Heroes I call forth... Although I didn't summon you directly, my weapon did, so I can still see-"

"Out with it, young man! Stop blabbering!" Sothis stomped her foot on the stone ground, being bitterly reminded of how painful that can be when you're barefoot.

"Right, um," Kiran looked at somewhere a bit further up from Sothis' head, as though he could read some invisible text that floated around. "It only says, 'Sothis: Girl on the Throne'. And 'Mysterious girl that sits upon a throne within dreams'... And... I don't think I can say this," he mumbled the last part to himself, though Byleth caught it.

"What is it?" The Professor urged, placing a hand on Kiran's shoulder.

"Do not mean to say you want to hide things from me, little one. That is simply inconceivable!" She huffed, plunging her index into Kiran's chest, missing the time she could float around and look at people's eyes from the same level.

Kiran scratched the back of his head, pressed his lips into a thin line then finally gave up with a sigh. "It says 'Full of emotion, her attitude changes by the moment'."

Sothis puffed her cheeks immediately, her face flushing in red. "WHAT?! Are you saying I'm a child without reason?! I am NOT emotional!!" She pulled Kiran by his collar, his body bending in ways it wasn't used to just so he could descend to her eye level. "Where are you reading this, anyway?! I demand a better explanation!"

"Hah, for someone who says she's not a child, you're really acting like one, kid." Claude taunted, trying to bait them out of the grounds so he could grab and interrogate them.

"Humph, nice try, Golden Deer." Sothis snorted elegantly, letting go of Kiran's collar with a smooth movement; the poor Summoner staggered back to his feet while Sothis kept talking. "But this story is not one for your mortal ears. Now, if you would lead the way, Summoner, I would dearly love to hear more from you." She gestured for Kiran to take the lead, grasping Byleth's hand with the other.

Glancing at Anna, Alfonse and Sharena, Kiran flashed the most pitiful face, nodding when Anna mouthed to follow her to her office. The askrian trio quietly took their leave, though Sharena had to be dragged back (and muffled) lest she, too, joined the curious pile beside the House Leaders.

"... And she knows who I am! This is getting better and better!" Claude muttered with a mischievous smirk as he watched an uncertain Kiran walk out of the grounds with Byleth and Sothis in tow. “You guys with me? I’m gonna tail them to find out everything they’re hiding!”

“I do not think that is the most ethical course of action, but…”

“Oh, you can count ME in. Without Hubert here to be my ears, I have to listen on my own.” Edelgard discreetly followed, throwing a glance over her shoulder to Dimitri. “We will not share this information, Prince. Either come with us and know, or be left in the dark.”

Dimitri sighed, though curiosity still sprung in his chest. “Oh, very well. Lead the way, you two.”

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The Ruined King, Chapter 5

Pairing: Felix x Liz

Summary: Hawkeye is once again moving through Gedonelune, and it looks like their aim is on the heart of the Dragonkin Ruins. It looks like we’ll need the help of the three Reciters to solve this mystery!

Previous: Chapter 4

First: Chapter 1

The next morning, I decided to bring Shu to the village again.

"Ah, Liz, what brings you here? We weren't supposed to meeting for a few hours."

"I thought I'd pay a visit, see how everyone was settling in.”

"Of course, come in, come in. I was just making breakfast. I'll set an extra plate at the table."

When I walked in, Lacan, Hugo, and Mischa were already sitting at the kitchen table. Lacan lit up as he saw me. "Hi Liz! Hi Shu! It's so good to see you again; here, come and have a seat."

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," I said as I settled down at the table.

"Hugo was just telling me about how the two of you got the land for this village. I can't believe you were able to beat Felix in a board game!"

"Oh yeah, that was quite an interesting story," I said with a smile.

"You could help fill in the details," Hugo said with a smirk.

Lacan laughed as we told the story, of how we'd faced the strange 'hooded man', and how it had been a race against the clock. Hugo even seemed to relax as we told the story.

'I'm so glad to see they're getting along!'

It was strange. Back then, Felix had been a mysterious stranger to me; it was hard to picture him like that now.

"Where's Felix?"

"He's in the kitchen," Mischa said, smirking. "He's been observing how Willem cooks."

"I didn't know he had an interest in cooking." What would it be like to taste Felix's cooking? If he made something just for me..

'Woah,' I thought, shaking my head, 'where did that thought come from?'

"Strangely, he's been taking more of an interest in it lately," Lacan said, leaning on his hand.

"Here!" Willem swept into the dining room, setting down extra plates; Felix trailed behind him. "I made lots of extra, so eat up as much as you want. Oh, I also prepared some treats for Shu." He set down a little plate of treats; Shu leaped up and started to munch on the treats.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Hmm? Who could that be?"

"Oh, I'll get it." Lacan went to answer the door. "Oh, hello, Lucious! What brings you by?"

"I.. wanted to pay a visit before we went out," he said. "Can I come in?" Lacan beckoned him in.

"Good thing you made extra," Hugo said to Willem.

And a few minutes later, there was another knock on the door. This time, it was Zeus and Hiro.

I couldn't stop myself from laughing. "What do you want to bet that Caesar and Alfonse will be along any minute?"

"I think I heard them talking about it earlier," Lucious said.

"It looks like we all had the same idea.." Hiro shook his head.

"If they show up, we're going to be running out of space pretty soon," Lacan said.

Felix sighed. "Not to mention food.”

Willem started to get to his feet. "In that case, should I make extras?"

"You sit down," Felix said gently, pushing him back into his chair. "Don't overwork yourself. I'll take care of it."

"You?"

"I can help you!" I jumped up.

"Why don't we have lunch in the garden there?" Lacan suggested. "We can wait for the others there. Oh, and we can show you what the three of us have been planting!”

"That sounds good to me." Laughing, they went into the garden.

As we went into the kitchen, I realized that Willem's kitchen was smaller than I thought- which put me very close to Felix. And I realized something.. "Felix, don't you think it's going to be a little hard to move around the kitchen in your cloak?"

"Hmm? Oh, right, hang on." He slipped off his cloak, setting it to the side. "Better?" I found myself staring, and he tilted his head. "Is there something on my face?"

"No, no! You just look.. different without your cloak. You look nice," I said. "You look friendlier."

"Friendlier?"

"Well, you're so.. mysterious with that hood on," I blurted out. What was I saying? "But now you seem relatable. And.." I bit my tongue. I couldn't exactly say how handsome he looked, could I? "W-well, we should get to cooking," I said, turning my attention to the kitchen. "Felix, do you know anything about baking?"

"I've been watching how Willem does it," he answered smoothly, moving for the stove. "How hard can it be?"

A memory flashed through my mind of trying to teach Florin how to cook. 'Hopefully he's not that bad,' I thought with a shudder.

"Let's try pancakes! Those should be easy enough! Can you get the ingredients for me?"

I got out the tools; Felix deftly found and handed me each ingredient. "Oh, I think that Willem has some pancake molds in here," I said. I quickly found them, setting them on the counter. "What would you think of Carbuncle shaped pancakes? That sounds cute to me."

"You like Carbuncles?" he asked as we started to work.

"I do! My specialty at the academy is actually studying magical creatures," I said as I started to put the ingredients together.

"Really? I had no idea."

"They told me you were quite good with magical creatures too," he said.

He nodded; his eyes lit up as he talked. "The Castle in the Sky used to be home to magical creatures of all kinds," he said wistfully. "I'd spend my days learning about the various magical creatures so that I could take better care of them. Do you like Carbuncles?”

“I do.” Man, that brought back memories. “I used to hear them sing outside the Tower of Sorrow-”

“Ah!” A puff of flour filled the air, filling the small kitchen- covering Felix's robes. “..This is trickier than I thought.”

Once we had cleaned up, I noticed him gazing at me. “You've got some flour on your face,” he said, absently wiping my face.

As he turned away, I felt my heart racing. 'No fair..'

After that, despite my worries, things went much smoother. He didn't complain as we worked, stirring the bowl, and flipped the pancakes with ease.

"Can you taste this?" he asked, offering a fork.

"This is delicious!" I guess he wasn't a bad cook after all.

Just then, I heard voices bellowing from the garden. "Zeus, you already had your fill! Save some for the rest of us!"

"It looks like your friends are having a lot of fun out there," he said, idly flipping the pan.

"Look, Alfonse and Caesar showed up after all," I said; they were chasing Shu around the garden.

"I don't understand why they all showed up here," he said, tilting his head. "We weren't supposed to meet until later."

"I think they just wanted to spend time with you guys," I said. "They've been getting to know you."

"Even though I was once your enemy?" he asked, setting down the pan. "How can you trust me then?"

"They're funny like that." I couldn't help but smile. "When someone helps them, or shows their kindness, they don't forget that."

He gazed out at the garden, his expression sad and wistful all at once.

"I see. I'd.. almost forgotten what that was like." He looked down at the pan. "..I think the pancakes are ready; should we go and give them to your friends?"

"Hmm?"

I have to admit, I wanted to spend a little more time with Felix..

"Here, pancakes for everyone." We passed out the plates to everyone.

"Good, Zeus was hogging all of them," Lucious said, taking the plates.

"Luckily for you," Felix said smoothly, "we made enough for everyone, so you can have your fill."

"These are delicious!"

"Looks like your first time cooking didn't turn out so bad after all," I said to Felix.

"First time?" Willem tilted his head. "Felix has been helping me for.." Whatever Willem was gonna say, Felix cut him off with a look, so Willem laughed. Lacan hid a snort behind his hand. "I think you did very well, Felix."

"Thank you." He took a seat in the garden, with his own plate of pancakes. Everyone settled down around the garden. We enjoyed each other's company, talking and laughing in the garden together.

'It may be selfish of me, but I wish things could stay like this forever..'

Even though I'd seen it before, I still found myself marveling as we approached Albert's mansion. "Wow, it's so beautiful."

"Does this impress you?" Felix asked.

"How could it not? It's probably as big as the whole village!"

Oh yeah; he had grown up in a castle. 'Sometimes I forget I'm dealing with kings..'

"I suppose it's not bad, if it impresses you."

Elias, Klaus, and Yukiya were already sitting with Albert when we made it into the manor. But with them was a man that I didn't recognize.

He was tall, with dark hair and a charming smile. "That's exactly what I told him! But did he listen?"

"Hmm? Who's these?" he asked, standing up.

"These are friends of mine," Albert said.

"Well, it's always nice to meet new friends," he said, smiling at me. "Especially such a charming young lady as yourself." He took my hand, giving it a kiss. "Daniel Oxford, at your service."

"Oxford? You're.."

"I take it you met my older brother?" He smiled. "Don't worry, I'm not as pompous as he is.

I would have let that poor boy go, but you know how stubborn he is.."

"If you'll excuse us," Felix said, "we have something to discuss with Albert."

"Of course. Albert, I trust we can work out the rest of the details later?"

"See you later." With that, the man took his leave, and Albert smiled. "It's nice to see you two again. It appears you've been settling in to your new lives."

Lacan tilted his head. "Have we met before?"

"I suppose that day would have all been a blur," Albert said. "I'm Albert Auburne; it's a pleasure to meet you."

"Albert," Klaus said coolly, "don't you think that we should focus on the investigation?"

"Right, right. Please, have a seat." And he was in business mode once more. "You're looking for the three gems?"

"Three were entrusted to the Dragonkin," Yukiya said, "and three to the noble families of Gedonelune."

"We have already obtained one." Elias placed the diamond on the table.

"You told me before that your sword had been passed down from the First King," I said. "That gem on your sword; it might have been one of them."

"To think that my sword would be something so powerful. Not that I want the Dragon of Time to be awakened." His expression became serious. "Is there a way to find out?"

"We could try scanning it," Lacan said. "We'd be able to recognize the essence of it." Felix nodded.

Albert pulled the sword from its sheath, setting it on the table. Felix pulled down his hood; his horns glowing black. After a moment, Felix stopped, pulling his hood back on. "I recognize its energy. There is no doubt that this is the gem of fire."

"To think that my family would have such a thing. What would you like to do? Will you take the gem away from me?"

"We will need to keep a close eye on it," I said.

"People may try to come and take it away from you," Lacan said. "Hawkeye was willing to destroy one of our temples in order to get their hands on the Gem of Light."

"I'm so sorry to hear that," Albert said.

"Thank you, that means a lot," Lacan said. Even Felix's eyes softened.

"Truth be told, I'm not sure I trust the Ministry to keep the gems," Klaus mused. "Who knows what they would do with that kind of power? They might try to use it for their own ends."

"Would it be safe with you then?" Albert asked. "I could trust Liz with it."

"I.." Hawkeye might come after me again if I had it. But.. they would be after me either way. "I'll take care of it."

"Well, I may be sorry to see it go, but I'm trusting you with it." He took back the sword, prying the stone from the sword. And then he held out the stone; it seemed to shine even brighter when released. "Here you go."

"Thank you. I won't betray your trust."

Albert: This feels bittersweet. On one hand, I lost the gem, but I know that it's in good hands with her.

Klaus: You made the right decision. I know that can't have been easy for you.

Albert: I'm surprised to hear that from you.

Klaus: I can be nice sometimes.

Albert: So, I'm curious, if the house of Auburne had one of the gems, does the house of Goldstein have one too?

Klaus: ..

Albert: Ha, I knew it! Finally, something that we have that you don't!

Klaus: I would choose your words very carefully, Albert.

Albert: Uh-oh, looks like it's time for me to scram. Next time, Crystal Cavern.

[wizardess-legends]

New Faces

Summary: The academy being suddenly attacked by unknown soldiers as the prefects try to fend them off. However what’s to happen when some night class students appear to aid the prefects in the fight. (This was written later year as my introductory for Fay & Akemi).

“Gah! What are with these guys?! Better yet, who are these guys anyway,” Zeus had shouted angrily after recovering from getting hit by one of the spells. The small group of men were dressed in soldiers like uniforms that were glacier blue with accents of gold. “How about we worry about who they are later Zeus, we can’t let them get into the academy,” Lizzy said while helping Lucious sit up. The last three soldiers walked closer with their staffs at ready, seeming to stop a distance away from the group of prefects and deputies. “This is your last chance, step aside now or we will force our way in,” one of them shouted, giving the last warning. 

The group was now standing once again preparing themselves for the oncoming attack until something strange happened. Suddenly there was mist that started to roll in around the soldiers who seemed to have been confused as to what was happening, then the mist started to take shape into a large hand and slammed down onto the soldiers. “Just when I thought today was going to be boring, you dumb-asses are in for it now,” the aggressive sounding person was none other than Viggo appeared with a grin on his face as he had his pipe like wand in hand already which seeing the delinquent of the night class was a surprise of its own, but surprisingly he wasn’t alone; in fact he was with two girls that were dressed in night class uniforms as well. The shorter girl had short rose goldish hair with a small pair of deer antlers protruding from her head along with big round onyx black eyes and the taller girl to the left had extremely long sage green hair though her eyes were hidden behind a short veil of cloth. “You misters are in big trouble now,” the shorter girl said in a lively yet cute voice while pointing an accusing finger at the invading soldiers.

“I do hope you know you’re breaking several laws and regulations by storming in here,” the tall girl said in a modulated tone whilst taking a step forward. Changing targets, the soldiers took aim at the three students and attacked. 

~~~~~

Deflecting another spell I let out a small huff as these soldiers really were quite tough but it would take a lot more to get me down. “What’s a little thing like you going to do huh,” the soldier taunted in which I responded with a small scoff at the man’s insult. 

I felt my nails grow sharper while I brought my right hand up to my mouth, glaring at the soldier. “Just watch me,” I said, giving a toothy smirk before biting down onto my palm enough to draw blood before removing my hand. “Sagitta sanguine,” I recited the spell in which the blood that seeps from my wound started to float into the air and clustered together making arrows as they shot through the air. 

Deciding it’d be best not to let this battle drag on too long I focused my magic on forming my blood into a long whip. “Playtime is over,” I said, cracking the newly formed whip towards the ground before bringing my arm back and swinging it forward to give the whip momentum to lash forward. Having aimed for the man’s legs the whip successfully wrapped around one of his legs and latched on in which with a fluid pulling motion the soldier went falling on to his back with a thud sound.

~~~~~

Typically any other time I’m opposed to senseless fighting, but this I will not tolerate in which I reach up to my headpiece carefully removing it from my face slowly to soon reveal my creamsicle orange colored eyes. “You kids are in over your head, if you step down now we might just let you leave with your lives,” the soldier said as I could only look at the man in disgust, with that eye contact I was able to foresee what he feared. “For a man of your age and commanding position, you’re quite the insolent ignoramus to believe we’d simply just oblige,” I started to speak harshly before bringing my hand up to the air using my index and middle finger to draw symbols. 

“Ame no iwatowo oshihirakite ameno yaegumo wo,” I chanted while further drawing the symbols at a moderate pace; however, before I had the chance to finish a gust of icy wind interrupted the spell causing me to get knocked back some. Just feeling the chilled winds made my body tremble, it almost felt like I was submerged into freezing cold water. Attempting to shake off that chilled to the bone feeling I brushed my hair off of my shoulder and stuck out my hand to continue fighting back. Starting to smirk I said in an amusing manner “You know, there’s an old saying where I come from; live scorpions in the pants make life interesting.”

It was clear I managed to confuse him which seemed to have distracted him from the fact that more and more scorpions were appearing on the ground and on him in which one even appeared on my left arm. Five… Four… Three I mentally counted backwards to see how long it took as shortly after getting to three was when he screamed in terror and began to flail about trying to shake them off. Snickering at the soldier’s poor endeavor to rid of the scorpions, I turned my attention to the fairly big scorpion crawling on my arm in which I’d slowly move it to guide the beauty seeing to it I handled her with care. Still admiring the scorpion on my hand I brought it closer to eye level starting to smile as the man’s screams didn’t cease in which I said in a matter of fact tone “One of the most fascinating things about these arachnids is that compared to all the other arthropods, scorpions have the longest lifespans; in the wilderness they can live up to two to ten years.”

~~~~~

The fight didn’t last much longer as the soldiers collected their fallen comrades and retreated disappearing into a cloud of haze. The three regrouped and seem to have a small celebration which was short lived when an angry Zeus started storming over shouting, “Are you three stupid or something?!” Of course there was an instant reply from Viggo who shouted back “I know you’re not the one calling us stupid! We just save your sorry asses!” Which it seemed Viggo shoved his hands into his pockets aggressively before going off to who knows where muttering to himself. Letting out a sigh the tall girl was placing her headpiece back in its original spot before crossing her arms over her chest before chiming in “For once would you refrain from shouting like a screeching wyvern Zeus.” Zeus glared at the green haired student getting ready to speak his mind but was cut off. 

“ZEUS,” the shortest of the students happily called out while running at top speed. It seemed the angry expression the night class prefect had seemed to falter as it turned to a grin, catching the rose haired girl and lifting her up before engulfing her into a bear hug. “There’s my favorite person,” Zeus declared loudly as it was hard to stay mad at such an adorable human being which caused her to giggle, setting her down after a couple of minutes. “Hey are you guys alright,” Lizzy asked as she skid to stop from jogging over. 

“Yes we’re quite alright thank you for your concern,” the sage haired girl said with an elegant smile slightly bowing her head. “Hey new friends to make. Thanks again for saving us back there,” Caesar said in a chipper manner as he and the rest of the prefects joined the group. “Hiya! I’m Akemi Yukimura. I hope we can all be great friends,” the short one rocked back and forth on her feet while giving a big toothy smile which of course caused Lizzy and a few others to just melt a bit from the adorableness. “I’m Fay Junix, it’s delightful to meet you all,” the tall girl introduced herself before folding her hands on one another properly in front before formally bowing her upper body and then standing properly. 

After Lizzy and the rest of the group introduced themselves which of course wouldn’t be a proper initiation of friendship until Akemi gleefully gave each of the day class prefects hugs. “So we’re just not going to talk about what just happened a while ago,” Hiro brought up in his usual lazy tone which it seemed the majority seemed silent from not being sure what to make of this. “From what I’ve read from current events that’ve been appearing in the papers is that Graceus is having problems with Gedonelune as to exactly what the leading conflict is due to hasn’t been stated. But I can only imagine that from the uniforms of those soldiers, they’re part of the Graceus royal army,” Fay said, being the one to break the silence.

“If that’s the case then it seems like things are only getting worse,” Alfonse said putting his hand to his chin trying to think as the agents of the Ministry must have had an unsuccessful meeting with the ruler. “There isn’t much info to go off of so there’s no use in running around trying to solve something we know very little information about,” Lucious said rationally before Zeus could  jump the gun with a stupid idea. “Grrrr if anymore of those loser soldiers show up again we’ll make sure to wipe the floor with them,” Zeus said as clearly he was still angered by the fact that those soldiers even attempted to attack the academy. “Well how about we unwind by going to the cafe and relax,” Alfonse suggested as not only would it be nice to unwind from the day but also a good opportunity to get to know Akemi and Fay better. It seemed Akemi’s eyes sparkled with joy at the mention of the night cafe as she jumped up happily as she shouted, “FOOD!” Seeing that just about everyone was in agreement the large group started to make their way to their destination while making small chat along the way.

[alfvangr]

lost his wings and fell to earth

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“Franzi Pans…?” The name is gaudily splashed across the flyers plastered to the walls, advertising a seminar on swordsmanship from ‘the most famous knight in Leicester.’ Alfonse feels like he’s heard it somewhere before—but that’s all it is, a vague sense of familiarity that may not even be real. Face pinches into a frown when ocean blues discover the fee for attending Pans’ seminar; much as he truly wants to believe the best of others, the skeptic in him can’t very well ignore the possibility of greed and deception at work.

( a loud sneeze resounds through the halls of a certain castle, and anna wonders if someone is talking about her where she can’t hear. )

Looking into the matter further leads the prince to more flyers scattered throughout the monastery, their contents declaring Pans a fraud and confirming his suspicions to be at least justified even without the existence of hard evidence to prove it absolute. If the person behind these flyers has already done the bulk of the research into Pans’ credibility—it takes a special kind of dedication to read through 27 books in a single night—the logical next step would be to take direct action. …And hope that everyone will be able to get their money back afterward.

“Thanks for coming~! Go in and have a seat before the seminar begins,” the people standing by the doors intone in perfect unison, saccharine and cheery in such a manner that, quite honestly, makes Alfonse’s skin crawl. It’s an ill omen if he’s ever seen one; the prince puts on his most polite smile regardless as he passes them and enters the lecture hall, eyes searching for perhaps a familiar face’s company to fill the space with something other than the chatter of those he is less acquainted with.

“Oh Brother, that’s not the attitude you use when looking for friends,” he thinks in a poor imitation of Sharena’s voice. But these people aren’t his friends—he may grow comfortable around them, go through the motions commonly associated with friendship, but he cannot become attached. It’ll only make leaving harder when the time comes for them to return to Askr and leave this version of Fódlan behind.

( he tells himself this time and time again, as if doing so will make the guilt easier to bear. it doesn’t. )

He should be relieved when he finds Alm among the rows of chairs. They’re in the same house, and they get along well, but it’s plain to see that something is wrong when Alfonse draws closer to his fellow Lion: Alm’s normally affable demeanor is virtually absent, replaced with despondency such that Alfonse wonders what could have happened for the other to look so gloomy.

...Oh. Right. It’s not that he’d forgotten, but more immediate concerns had pushed thoughts of the Valentian couple’s fallout to a far corner of his mind. Sharena would try to cheer him up if she were here. But she isn’t, and thus it falls to him to at least do something. “Alm? I hope it’s not an issue if I take this seat; you seem as though you could use some company... or a listening ear, should you wish to divulge what’s on your mind.”

[wizardessheart-sideb]

[Image ID: An edit of chibi Hugo in front of a purple background. It’s in the style of New Year’s Eve With You. /End ID]

“Thirty minutes? That's fine. You can take your time if you want...” Alfonse assured me he'd hurry over. “Thank you so much, Alfonse. I really appreciate this.” We said goodbye and I hung up my Magic Phone, a recent gift from Klaus. Hugo sighed and leaned his head against the wall.

“I'm going to kill Vain,” he said.

“Don't say that,” Mischa said sadly.

“I'll go dig the grave,” I replied at the same time. He sighed and stood up, arms folded in front of his chest.

“I can't believe he did something so stupid,” he seethed.

“I can hear you!” Vain yelled from the couch, his voice beyond the acceptable volume for yelling and his words so slurred I could just barely understand him. Hugo's head snapped over to him.

“Just shut up and stay on the couch!” he yelled back. I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen Hugo so furious. I knew he and Vain weren't really on good terms, but still... Mischa sighed and jumped onto my shoulder. I buckled a bit under her weight. Willem really liked feeding her five course meals.

“I'm sorry to bother you about him. But I didn't know where else to go,” she said. Hugo sighed shortly.

“You said he drank a whole bottle of wine?” I asked her.

“A bottle and a bit more. He, uh, as the kids call it, pre-gamed too hard,” she said.

“Well, it's not the end of the world. Alfonse will be here and he'll help us take care of Vain. Or get him to a hospital,” I added, glancing over to the couch. He'd gone eerily quiet.

“I'll go check on him,” Mischa said quietly, leaping off my shoulder and going over to Vain. Hugo still looked pretty upset, so I moved closer to him, putting my arms around his neck. Even though he was irritated, he immediately put his arms around my waist.

“Hey, if you want to go de-stress in our bedroom for a while, you can. Mischa and I can take care of Vain until Alfonse gets here,” I told him. He just shook his head.

“No. I'm just mad Vain ruined our plans for the night,” he told me.

“Well, the night isn't over yet. How about we make some pie together, have a snack, and then go outside and watch the stars?” I suggested.

“I would be okay with that, but wouldn't you want something special?” I blinked at him, confused.

“What are you talking about?”

“We always do that on date nights. Since it's a holiday, I thought you'd want to do something special,” he responded. I pulled him into a tight hug.

“Hugo... no. As long as I'm spending time with you, I don't care what we're doing.” I paused, glancing back at the couch. “Okay, I guess I care a little. But I'm fine having a night in. Maybe tomorrow night we can go out and have fun in town.”

“It's a date,” he said. Hugo leaned down and kissed the top of my head. “How about a late breakfast at that cafe by the sea? The one Amelia and Scarlett love?”

“Yeah! We need to try it! And then we could go to the farmer's market!” I suggested. He smiled and even now, I still felt a few butterflies in my stomach.

“That sounds perfect.” We stared at each other for a moment and then natural, we leaned in for a kiss. Suddenly, we heard Vain retching, followed by Mischa screaming.

“I'M GOING TO KILL YOU, VAIN!” she yowled at him. And as horrible as it was, Hugo and I started laughing.

“I'll go get the garden hose ready. There's some rags we can use to carry her out with,” Hugo said, breathing hard trying to keep his laughter in. Poor Mischa. I kissed him on the cheek before we split up to help Mischa take a bath. Tonight was going to be a weird way to end the year, that was for sure.

[fehspinning]

A Hero’s Journey Part 1 - A Summoner Malachi fic

Malachi inwardly breathes a sigh of relief. People have relented and are going to allow him to have his meal alone. This is good for many reasons; he needs time to center himself, it feels like ages since he's been able to eat a properly cooked meal, and it allows him to start a new journal.

He'll admit it was very nice of Alfonse to give him a journal of such quality. The book has leather covers filled with high quality paper. Getting the journal did create a moment of tension though as Malachi was exceptionally grateful and almost unwilling to accept it but to Alfonse it was just a journal having the Prince wanting to know why it's being viewed as such a big deal. Thankfully Malachi was able to play off the incident without addressing the actual issues, but has since needed to remind himself repeatedly that it is just a journal and there was a time in his life where that would have been the case.

Going from one lifestyle extreme to the other has been rather shocking to him and been hard to adjust to.  The kingdom of Askr has decided that the heroes who are here should be without want within reason of course but still.

Compared to where Malachi has come from...

The young man opens the journal, not paying attention to his salad for now. It had been deemed strange by the others that all he had wanted was a large salad for dinner but they seem to have quickly accepted it. The salad had a very rich creamy dressing and smelt heavy of garlic, Malachi wants to dig in given how long it has been since he's had fresh vegetables but he needs to do this first; clear his head, gather his thoughts, and grow his understanding.

Taking the quill out of the ink he begins to write.

This is the dairy of Malachi Heltren. I will officially be labelling this day one; as this is a new world and at least for now a new life. I have been taken from my home through the use of magic and brought to a place called Askr. A rather beautiful, and abundantly wealthy kingdom.

They say I was brought here due to prophecy, that I have the power to summon other heroes from an endless variety of worlds to fight on behalf of Askr. You may think such a notion to be preposterous but I've done it and unless you're someone who has never interacted with Askr before you have probably seen these heroes with your own eyes. So there is little way I can be a naysayer about this.

Though the summoning process rarely works the way they want it to, I can't just pull a high calibre champion out of thin air every time I try. With how much I have tried, and the results I've received I will say there appears to be some element of luck involved.

They say though that the more I do it, the more successful I will be and they have planned for me to be very successful even before my arrival they knew with with any form of certainty that I truly existed. The dining hall I am in as I write this for example could easily sit over a hundred people and is set aside solely for what is being referred to as the Order of Heroes.

It looks very pitiful at the moment; as the Order only consists of thirteen people counting myself. We have the swords of the green but determined and genuine Prince Alfonse, a warrior from a world that apparently suffered some form of apocalypse Lucina, and, the uncertain royal Alm. The friendly to a fault Princess Sharena has found a spear sister in Tana though the shock of coming here seems to have bothered her greatly as she hasn't revealed much of herself to us yet. To be fair though, neither have I. When asked about my world I vaguely describe the past version of my world using as many words as needed to satisfy them.

What bothers me is that I have no choice in who I summon and the process of fate seems to either be blind or uncaring for I summoned a child! A magic user named Ewan; he assures us that he has been a mercenary and a veteran of combat for some time but still. Thankfully from my experiences with magic users in the past they tend to flock together always looking to exchange knowledge and techniques so I have to hope that Reinhardt and Soren look out for the child. 

Soren...poor guy caught up in the first issue we found out with the summoning ritual. When he appeared he was dressed in finery which he later explained he had been wearing as he was on a date with someone named Ike during something called the Day of Devotion, whatever that is. The next thing he knew he ended up here. I've done some bad stuff because I've had to but nothing made me feel as bad as hearing him say this, and the ensuing concern over Ike that followed.

Thankfully I managed to randomly summon Ike except...it wasn't the right Ike. Well it was, but it wasn't. It was the same Ike but from a different point in their lives; the Ike that had awkwardly spent the day trying to do everything he could to give Soren the best Day of Devotion he could carried a sword. This Ike carried a mountain of an axe with him, something I'm thankful for. While the profiteering Commander Anna is very skilled this man exudes physical power through the very act of being. Despite the time variance everything else seems to be correct; and the two lovebirds have picked up where they left off though I asked Soren not to tell Ike of his future as we have no idea of the effects doing such a thing could have.

It will help not cause potential issues for him or Ike as well, which makes life much easier for the rest of us as the Ike may be a different Ike altogether. An Ike from another world. I know that is another idea that seems insane but once again I have had my hand in the proof. For I summoned a woman named Veronica who, in her world, is a force of good yet in our world she is the bitter enemy who started this mess to begin with. Our Veronica appears to be genuine with her words and Sharena has convinced her brother and the commander to give her a chance. She believes she convinced me as well but honestly it was pragmatism that convinced me. I don't know how to unsummon people  and if she is bad she will attack us and then join up with the other Veronica, if she is good she will help us and potentially offer us huge insight into our enemy, is she is good and we expel her she very well could end up in the company of our enemy and help them. Two of the three options are better if we try to trust her initially, and as far as we could discern all possibilities are equal so we trust her for now; to a point.

And finally there is

“Malachi!” The cheerful voice startles the summoner who almost scratches the quill into the page. He takes a calming breath and raises his head to see someone with light blue hair and deep red eyes sitting across from him. The draconic bard.

“Nils. Is there something I can help you with?” Malachi has to be careful to make sure his irritation doesn't come through in his voice.

“I just wanted to make sure you're OK over here by yourself, while everyone is over there telling stories and stuff. You sure don't want any company?”

'Everyone but you.' Malachi thinks to himself. He smiles; “I'm positive. Thank you though.”

This answer doesn't seem to suit Nils but he at least accepts it. “Ok well if you change your mind don't hesitate and don't forget to eat!”

There is no time to give any reassurances to Nils before he is up and moving back to the group. Sharena calls out to him if he has any stories he wishes to share with the group and Nils responds by offering instead to play his flute for everyone.

'Interesting.' Malachi muses to himself as decides to take a break from writing, give into his desires and start working on his salad. It also gives him the chance to observe the bard to see how often he manages to dodge the story sharing request, or what other questions he tries to dodge.

[reuska]

Honestly looking at Lif, he looks so exhausted. I mean, part of that is probably cause he's dead and all, but if you take away all the Hel parts, he still looks so tired. It really shows how hard the death of Sharena and Askr as a whole destroyed Alfonse and broke him. I just hope he'll get some measure of peace by the time this book is over. Though I wonder if giving him peace will mean killing him for good so he can rejoin his family and people in the afterlife?

Yes! He looks exhausted and broken and pained and his quotes only add up to this like I said yesterday. Besides, his fate is much worse than I anticipated. I thought Hel simply defeated Askr and Embla. But all those people died as a sacrifice for a possible countermeassure? Alfonse must have made a choice to give this a try and it lead to complete annihilation of his people. The weigth of this must be unbearable. I’m not sure Askr would end up differently if they had just allowed Hel do her thing but Líf can’t be sure now, can he? There might be so many doubts and regrets, poor him! And I am probably barely scratching the surface with these thoughts. Watch INTSYS give us another earthquake or two. Poor Líf :(

And yes, whenever I thought about it, the salvation for Líf always appeared as being freed from Hel’s chains and getting a death ticket to Valhalla. Now? If that other anon and the song is right, Líf might be fighting for his ticked back to life. This could get ugly.

[sigurd-curtis]

A golden three-way

 So I’ve been thinking about sharing this smut pic for a while now, and my heart finally won me over, so here it is😅 It IS smut, so if that’s not your thing, then keep scrolling - otherwise, enjoy!

“Aaaah!” “Quiet!” I stopped the next cry of surprise in the bottom of my throat when Klaus gave me the stern warning. The bed covers caressed my naked back as I landed on the king-sized bed with a low thump! My breathing was heavy, and my cheeks were blazing hot when Klaus crawled over me. 

“Not so eager now, huh?” I jibed at his comment, which made him smirk in return. The fabric of his pants tickled against my thighs, and my back arched up so my chest met his when he let his hand slide over my inner thigh. A low cry of sensation escaped my lips when his fingers slid over the lower part of my sex. 

“K-Klaus…” I whimpered when his fingers stopped. “Why…?” His hot breath tickled my ear, and his voice was so deep that I swore my loin groaned in return. “Why are you in such a hurry?” 

I looked at his majestic figure with gleaming eyes as he sat on his knees over me. He slowly pulled off his shirt to reveal his perfect, muscular chest, all while looking at me with a passionate and burning gaze that could do the job alone. 

“K-Klaus… Please…” I grabbed onto his arms and gave him my most pleading look. He smiled knowingly while I clasped on to him. His hand was warm and weighed heavily against my thigh, where his thumb started to move. He moved closer and smiled, before he planted a heated kiss on my trembling lips. His thumb moved closer and closer, and I started to move under him. 

“Tell me what you want…” He grinned and held up my chin with his other hand. My breathing became more hectic, and my racing mind struggled to keep up with the burning sensation that rushed through my body. “Y-you know what I want…” My grip on his arms became stronger, and his muscles tensed up in response. 

“Do I?” I groaned lightly in frustration and lifted my head in hope of getting a kiss. “Do you really think I’m that easy to convince?” No, of course he wasn’t… He chuckled lightly as a sign. I wrangled under him and complained in a high-pitched tone. “You really are something” he said, before he lifted up my head and kissed me. I let out a small sigh and started to lift myself so I could press my lips harder against his. 

“Now, now…” I hardly registered his warning before he tackled me. He was super quick, and before I knew it, I had both hands pinned over my own head with my legs captured between Klaus’ knees. My breathing quickened, and my whole body burned when he ran his hand over my cheek and let it continue down my neck, my collarbone, my breast, my stomach… “Oh!” I yelped helplessly when he pressed two fingers into me. “You’re lucky that I have a sweet spot for you” he mumbled into my ear while he quickened the pace with his fingers, which made my moans grow louder and louder as I got closer to the edge…

“You really do have her wrapped around your little finger…”  We both jumped at the remark that came from the open door. We both turned our head the same way and looked at Alfonse who stood there with his arms crossed with an amused look on his face. Klaus’ face turned red instantly, and I knew him well enough to know that it was from anger and not embarrassment. His fingers remained inside me, and he even took the freedom to move them slightly while he glared angrily at his brother. 

“What are you doing here?” He asked in the intimidating tone that would get girls to cry and boys to run away with one hundred miles per hour, but Alfonse wasn’t the least bit shaken. His smile just got wider. He even moved a bit closer, which made me twitch more than Klaus’ fingers already did. I was suddenly very aware of the fact that I was totally naked and exposed so Alfonse could see every inch of me. 

“I thought I would ask you if you wanted to join me for a walk, but you seem to be busy” he said with a mischievous glimt in his eyes that I had never seen before. Klaus growled under his breath and started moving his fingers more visibly. I pressed my lips together to stop myself from moaning and twisted under Klaus’ strong grip. 

“You’re right. We’re busy. Now close the door and mind your own damn business.” The deep, frightening tone could not be mistaken, but Alfonse just stepped closer until he was standing next to the bed, right next to us, to me, to my exposed, naked body. 

“There really isn’t a moment where you’re not beautiful, isn’t there?” I shook lightly when he let his fingers run over my cheek. His gaze was just as hot as Klaus’, but it was more calm as well.

“A-Alfonse… I-I…” Klaus was quick to knock away his hand. 

“You don’t give up that easily, do you?” His glare was pitch-dark, and I swore I could hear the anger rumble in his chest. 

“We are Goldsteins, after all.” Alfonse smiled and gave my whole figure a careful look that made me squirm. 

“Great positioning. Very flattering.” Klaus grumbled at his brother’s remark. 

“Are you going to keep punishing the poor girl, or are you going to give her some relief?” A loud moan escaped my lips when he said that as Klaus arched his fingers up inside me so he hit my sweet spot. They both looked at me with dark, hungry eyes as I started to feel the flames of the orgasm kiss my spine and my fingertips. I slowly started to move my hips to the rhythm of Klaus’ fingers, and soon, the flames enveloped my entire body. I forgot all about being quiet and moaned loudly as the sensation of the orgasm fell over me. My breathing was heavy when I returned to reality. Both Goldstein brothers was still looking at me, now with more hungry eyes than ever before. Klaus slowly slid his fingers out of me and looked at his glistening fingers with a deep look in his eyes, before he put them in his mouth and licked it all off in one setting as if it was a popsicle. 

“You’ve had your turn.” I was still trying to recover from the last episode, when Klaus suddenly wasn’t pinning me down anymore. I looked around in confusion, but it didn’t take long before I felt someone thrusting into me. I yipped in surprise and grasped on to him. His purple gaze was burning, and I was about to melt when he leaned in for a kiss. The kiss wasn’t too long, and when I looked at him again my mind was clear enough to make out who it was. 

“A-Alfonse…” I threw my arm around his neck and let the cries of pleasure keep escaping from my lips as he thrusted deeper and deeper inside me. His hand ran over my left breast where my nipple rose proudly to meet the gentle touch. I reached out to grab his hand, but someone grabbed my wrist from the side, and then I had something warm, stiff and fleshy ind my hand. I looked up at Klaus who still had his hand around my wrist. His gaze was burning with desire, and even though I was dizzy from Alfonse who was still working on top on me, then I didn’t hesitate to start moving my hand. The sound of his heavy breathing combined with the feeling of his member expanding even more in my hand was spellbinding. My whole body trembled when Alfonse picked up his pace, and soon it was hard to multitask. 

“I-I… Ahhh…!” My hips kept moving in step with my hand, and I felt like the gazes of both the brothers was burning on me. Their moans drifted off into the room together, baritone combined with bass in total harmony. Soon, we were all on the edge, and I started to shake when the first part of the orgasm bursted through me, which me grab harder around both members. It didn’t take long before I could feel Alfonse’s pulse between my legs and the warm sensation of Klaus that came over my face. 

My chest moved up and down in a hectic rate as I recovered from what just happened. Alfonse slowly pulled out with a wet sound and ran a hand across his face. He breathed heavily and looked at Klaus who did the same. 

“Wh-wh…?!” I had to double check in my head that I didn’t say that myself, before I realized what had happened. Both Alfonse and Klaus looked over at the door, where Elias was frozen to the spot with fire-red cheeks. Alfonse smiled at him. 

“Hi. What are you up to?” Not so surprisingly, he didn’t get a response. I started to get worried as Elias didn’t move at all, and it got worse when I realized his gaze was locked on me, and once again I realized how exposed I was, but I was still so high on the endorphins from before that I couldn’t care less about it, but I did take a hand up to my face to cover it slightly. The remains of Klaus’ excitement stuck to my hand, but I wasn’t the least bit embarrassed when I took the hand up to my lips and licked it off, all while looking at Elias who jerked at my bold action. 

“W-Why…?” He stuttered and clasped his hands strongly behind his back when he finally found the guts to say something. The salty feeling burned agains my throat, and my voice was raspy when I let out a small sigh. Alfonse climbed down beside me, and Klaus quickly turned me over so I was lying on my stomach instead. I put my hands up to my warm face and enjoyed the feeling of his strong hands running over my back. 

“Mmmmh…” My moan was light, but it was enough to make the fire between my legs burn once again, and I writhed very lightly.

“You’re too easy” Klaus said in a low voice, before his hands ran down to my butt and tightened in a vice grip. I screamed faintly when his fingers bored their way into my buttcheeks. 

“K-Klaus… Please…” I turned my head around and looked at him pleadingly, but he just smiled lightly, before I could feel a burning sensation over my right buttcheek. I begged and begged, but nothing happened. I was just about to turn my head when someone laid their hand in top of it. 

“I’m sorry…” I only just registred what the voice said before I screamed when someone thrusted into me from behind with such power that I hit my head against the headboard of the bed. I could feel from the delicacy of the movements over me that this wasn’t Alfonse again, and it wasn’t like anything I had felt before from what I knew. I finally got to turn my head and looked at the man that was hovering over me. Elias’ gaze was burning hot, but much more gentle than his older brothers’ gazes. An electric shock jolted through my body when his naked skin met mine, and my heart was about to leap out of my chest when he grabbed my hands and let his long fingers intertwine with mine. My breathing got more heavy, and it didn’t take long before I was moaning loudly again, this time into the pillow. My bottom arched up against Elias’ abdomen.

“Aren’t you getting a bit sweet on her?” The tone of Klaus’ voice was dark, so dark that I would have shrunk into myself if it wasn’t for Elias lying on top of me. A moan escaped my lips as Elias started to move a bit more consequently, all while looking at his brother with an attentive gaze. 

“Do you really need to control me here, too?” Ow. I could feel Klaus’ pain by just looking at him, but I was quick to bury my face in the pillow when his gaze turned to me. Elias kept moving with ease, and soon I couldn’t make out their conversation over the sound of my own pleasure. Elias’ grip around my hands tightened, and then he buried his head in my neck with a low grunt. His golden locks tickled my collar in tact with his tongue which slowly ran over my neck and sent a series of shivers through my over-heated body. His thrusts became deeper for every second that went by, and I started to feel the slow thrill of the fire that let its lazy hands run over my body. I could feel Elias’ heartbeat against my skin, and my own throbbed in my fingertips and between my legs. 

“E-Elias… I… Can’t…” He answered by letting go of my hands. My voice grew louder and louder and reached a peak when I realized why he released my hands from his grip. Soon, I felt two trembling members in both of my hands, and my own hands shook strongly when I started moving them. Oh, those groans of pleasure… I lifted my head and looked at both brothers as I brought them closer and closer to my face. The room’s atmosphere was thick and filled with tension as we all got enveloped in each other. The tension got to my body as the flames started to envelope my entire body, and I screamed out loud when I came on Elias who moaned in return and pulled out to finish on my back. My scream didn’t last long before a strong hand landed on the back of my head and tugged me closer to one of the members that then got pushed forcefully into my dry mouth. I came with a muffled sound and tried to pull away when the thick fluid floated into my mouth. The salt scratched against my throat, and the hand tightened its grip around my head. I swallowed it and coughed loudly when the now limp member slipped out of my mouth. 

“Oh… My… God…” I dried off my mouth with the back of my hand and breathed out with an aberrant sound. My whole mouth was warm, and I could taste both the salt and the passion from his excitement. “You never cease to amaze me…” 

Alfonse’s voice was deep, much deeper than usual, and I was instantly locked by his purple eyes that stared right into the darkest part of my soul. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell them what a naughty girl you are…” Oh. So even he had the characteristic Goldstein smirk in him…

“You really are.” The grumble on the other side of the bed made me jerk. I turned around and met the other pair of amethysts that locked me even more than the first ones. Then, I looked at the still stiff member in my hand. “O-Oh…” 

“Make it up to me.” “B-But, I-I…” “Make. It. Up. To. Me.” My face started to heat up again. “I-I don’t think I can…” He turned me around in one forceful movement. Slam! Both of his hands banged down next to my head, all while I was still holding on to him. “You don’t think you can what?” His tone was dark. How could I tell him the truth? That my body was burning from all the excitement of being pushed around the different brothers, that my loin couldn’t keep up for another second, and that I was so overly satisfied that I could start crying?

“I don’t think I…” I bit my lip and looked up to meet his gaze. He looked at me with the same impatience as always, but this time, it seemed more like a compliment rather than it being scary. “I don’t think I can take any more…” I said in a small voice. He huffed at my comment. 

“You’re always underestimating yourself.” I blushed at his comment. What did he mean by that? He grabbed my wrist and made me let go of him, and then he planted a heated kiss on my lips. I thought it was impossible, but my whole body heated up again from that, and he smirked knowingly against my lips the second he could feel my excitement grow again. Then he slowly started to lower the kisses. My skin trembled and burned fro every touch of his lips, and I craved more for each and every touch. Then, he got to the lower part of my stomach, and then he looked up at me. I then got aware of the fact that both Alfonse and Elias was looking at me from each side of the bed, both handling their own excitement. That got me fired up, more than I liked to admit. 

“Now, what are you missing?” My breathing was heavy, but I lifted my head nevertheless and looked at him. “Huh?” 

“Seems like I need to show you.” Everything but his golden hair disappeared between my legs, and I screamed when I felt his tongue hit me. His large, strong hands slid over my body, before they landed on my breasts. “Mmmmh… Klaus…” The vibration of his groan against my clit only made things even hotter, and it didn’t take long before I reached the edge. My whole body was still shaking when he resurfaced at my face, and I clasped onto him with a small chirp and buried my head against his chest. “I can’t…” He pushed me down with one hand lying on my breast. “Don’t be an idiot.” 

His hand closed around my breast once again, and he inched closer and closer before capturing my lips with his again. My breathing got ragged as his lips found my neck instead, all while his hands explored my hips with slow movements. I tensed up when he started to move dem further down. 

“Why are you doing that?” His hands stopped. I complained and turned my eyes away from him and looked at both Alfonse and Elias for support, but they were too engrossed in their own thing to help me. 

A pair of warm hands on my cheeks. A small jerk. Klaus’ eyes. I could get lost in them... “Yeah, look at me...” I could feel the rumble in his chest against my own. “And only me.” He positioned himself over me, and I whimpered when I felt the tip of his hard member brush over my mons pubis. “Do you understand?” 

“K-Klaus...” His grip on my cheeks got stronger. “Do you?” 

“Please... I... You’re...” Nothing that left my mouth made sense. All I could think of was the throbbing feeling of him between my legs and how I just wanted him to move his hips that little bit, so that I could feel every inch... 

My hips moved before I got a chance to think, and even Klaus seemed surprised when I managed to glide over him without his help. My moan was louder than any of the others I had managed to get out before. I grabbed on to his wrists and looked pleadingly at him. 

“You’re something...” I crimped under his gaze. 

“Aren’t you?” I shrieked when he jammed his full erection into me, his hips smashing against mine with a satisfying sound that got mixed with my moans and his grunts. I quickly got lost in the sweet mists of the pleasure, and it didn’t take long before I had totally forgotten about the other brothers. I lifted my head. 

“Do you really think you’re going to get anything…” He trusted even deeper. “Especially when you disobey like that?” His voice wasn’t as strong as before, but his movements was swift and precise. He hit my sweet spot purposely again and again. “Ahhh... K-Klaus...!” My back arched up from the bed so I got closer to him, and I dug my nails into his wrists. “I... Can’t...” The sound of our bodies that met was almost louder than my voice. “I’m... Gonna...” I threw my head back in ecstasy when he hit the perfect spot. The sound of his groans jolted through my body, and I knew he was just as close as I was. I lifted my head again and moaned lightly when his lips met mine. He let his hands glide over my wrists and laced his fingers between mine with a strong grip. The small gesture sent my heart racing, and combined with the strong feeling of him inside me, I pressed my lips harder against his as he pushed me over the edge, down to the orgasm that rushed through my trembling body. Our moans floated out in the air and intertwined with each other, soprano with bass, and my moans only got louder when I felt the rush of Klaus that exploded between my legs. I let out a faint breath and fell down on the pillow with a low thump! 

Klaus fell over me, and when I regained my senses, I looked around the room and saw the two others, knowing I had just done the most remarkable thing in my entire life. I had handled all three Goldstein brothers... 

[fire-emblem-drabbles]

number 8 for hríd for the soulmate prompt?

Pairing: Hrid x reader

Prompt: Soulmate AU; soulmates first words are written on your body.

Description: To be warm was nice, but the heat in Muspell was unbearable; you didn’t know how anyone could do anything there. The fighting was harsh and the enemy strong, for once you couldn’t be sure you would get out alive. But in all this madness, a ray of hope appears before you.

Rating: sfw

Word Count: 1720

Notes: Whoops meant to post this yesterday, but I got busy! I love Hrid a lot and this piece ended up much longer than I expected hehe. 

“Oh my gosh,” It was Fjorm’s gasp that caused your small party to stop; it was yourself, her, Alfonse, Sharnea, and Anna, along with a few heroes for this mission. “That’s… my eldest brother Hrid,” She knelt next to his fallen form, fearing the worst. You could hear her breathe a sigh of relief upon feeling his shallow breathing.

“Fjorm...” Anna frowned. “We need to finish this mission. If he’s down, whoever did this has to be close by, right?” You were feeling a little uneasy. When that happened, you always like to hold your wrist; written on it were the words ‘your hands are so warm’. Those were the words your soulmate would say to you when you first meet and remembering that good times were still ahead always brought you comfort.

“I can still fight.” Anna still looked worriedly at Fjorm.

“I’ll take a look at him,” You placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “I know I’m not the best healer, but I’ve been practicing. It’s better than nothing, right?” You offered her an apologetic smile.

“Anything you can do would be a great help,” She smiled back. “My debt to you only grows the more time we spend together, but I can’t say that I mind it.” She laughed gently, rising back to her feet.

“Don’t worry about it, just get this done.”

“Uh, guys? I think that’s the enemy ahead...” Sharena’s voice drew everyone's attention to the west. “We better take care of them!”

“Will you be alright alone?” Alfonse looked at you before glancing at Hrid, frowning. “I know we’ll be within earshot but...” It was like him to worry, you didn’t mind.

“Of course, Alfonse.” You gave him a reassuring smile. “Once you guys take care of the enemy, we can take Hrid back to camp and have a proper healer check on him.”

“We’re off then,” No one looked very pleased with the situation, but something had to be done. “Be care, _____.” You nodded at Anna, and watched the group of them leave to defend you and Hrid. He was unconscious, you noted, and probably very lucky to be alive. Despite the heat around you, he was still cold-- he was running a fever though, and a cold sweat was on his body. You didn’t have much on you, but the least you could do was try and bring him some comfort.

“You poor thing...” The words came softly from you as you brushed some hair from his face. “Hold fast, okay? Soon enough we’ll be out of here, and you’ll be feeling better. He winced a little, and blinked slowly, looking up at you with blurry eyes.

“Your… hands are so warm...” He leaned into your touch, sighing in content from the feelings. You were too focused to realize the consequence of his words; you just wanted to see to it that he would be okay.

“Hey, it’s okay.” You smiled at him, and despite his pain, he smiled back. “I don’t know much healing magic, but if you tell me where it hurts, I can do something.” You offered.

“I….” He blinked again, trying his best to wake up and remember what was going on. “I was… supposed to go after Surtr...” He quickly sat up, and the two of you nearly bonked heads. “Oh Gods, what’s happened?” He looked around quickly, eyes wide and breathing heavy.

“Hey, hey take it easy!” You placed a hand on his shoulder. “I don’t know how you ended up here, but I promise, I’m not the enemy. I couldn’t hurt you even if I wanted to.” You head your hands up and laughed a little. “My group and I came upon you here, collapsed on the ground. You… seem okay, but Prince Hrid, did you overwork yourself?” He paused a moment, scanning you.

“I… how do you know me?” He looked around once again. “Who are you?” He added.

“My apologies!” You shook your head. “I’m _____, Summoner to the Order of Heroes. I only know your name because Fjorm told me.”

“My sister is here? She’s alive?” He breathed a sigh of relief. “That is…. Good to hear.” He seemed to calm down a little upon hearing that. “It���s, nice to meet you as well. If you’re with the Order of Heroes… where is everyone?”

“We were followed-- someone knew we were coming this way. I’m a tactician as well, so it's odd not being in the fray with my allies… but it felt wrong to just leave you here alone.” You were starting to feel nervous again, and went to look at your wrist for comfort. To your shock, the words weren’t there anymore; your skin looked as if nothing had ever been there, in fact.

“If there’s fighting, I should join.” Hrid moved to stand, but you pressed your hand to his shoulder to stop him.

“No, I won’t allow it. Not even minutes ago you were lying here, unconscious. You’re running a fever as well, you need rest.” The look you were giving him made him feel a little ashamed; it reminded him of the scoldings Gunnthra and even his own mother used to give.

“It’s… hard to stay put when you know your allies are in danger, though.” He sighed and shook his head.

“I understand, I’m usually right there with them. I know they can take care of themselves, but still, I worry when I’m not there directing them...” You sighed, but stayed silent, looking to your wrist again. It struck you then, just what Hrid said to you when he was still in a feverish sleep; the very words your soulmate were to say to you when you first met. He probably didn’t even remember saying the words himself, nor realize what you said to him while he was asleep.

Lucky for you, your allies returned sooner rather than later from their fight; it seems the enemy was hoping to take you by surprise, Sharena spotting them could have very well saved the lot of you. After Hrid and Fjorm reunited, and Hrid explained to you all what he was doing, you returned to your base of operations for the night. It was nothing much since you were well within enemy territory, but at least here a proper healer could look at Hrid. Like you had suspected, he had a mild fever from overworking himself in all this heat, but otherwise, he was doing well. Still, he was told to stay in bed by you, the healer, and Fjorm.

It was late in the night, and you were going over the day's events, trying to figure out the best course of action. The information Hrid gave you from Zacharias was no doubt useful but you weren’t sure if it was really he who gave it to him. You were growing increasingly aware you didn’t have many other options, though; the enemy followed you from the direction you came, and time was running out as well.  You would have no other choice but to follow this lead.

“Um, excuse me?” Someone peaked their head into your tent-- none other than your new ally.

“Prince Hrid? Is something wrong?” You frowned a little, closing up the map of the area you had been looking at.

“No, nothing, I was just told you’re usually up at this hour and I… I’d like to talk to you.” He stepped in all the way, and though he seemed fine to speak to you before, he couldn’t seem to meet your gaze now.

“Well, you shouldn’t be up! You still have a fever!” You fussed over him, standing and insisting he at least sit on your cot to talk to you.

“I know, I know,” He laughed softy and shook his head. “I haven’t been with you long, but Fjorm has already talked about you so much. She really seems to admire you.” He met your gaze with an easy smile.

“Does she?” You smiled just the same. “I’m happy to hear it, I admire her as well...” You paused, seeing his look.

“Look I… didn’t come to talk about my sister.” He sighed and glanced away from you. “There’s no easy way to ask this but I didn’t… say anything strange to you before I woke up, did I? And did you say anything to me?” He glanced back your way, looking shyer than you thought he could.

Your heart pounded in its cage, knowing what was getting at. It had to be true then, he… “Well… I was trying to comfort you since you seemed like you were in pain...” In that moment, the words came to you freely but now you struggled to get them out, shying up as you thought of just what you said. “But I said ‘You poor thing. Hold fast, okay? Soon enough, we’ll be out of here’. And as I went to check if you had a fever you… said I had warm hands.” You had met his gaze again to see staring at you with wide eyes, the both of you knowing what had happened but neither of you ready to say it out loud.

“I… never expected to find you in the midst of such a war so terrible,” Hrid shook his head but smiled none the less. “But still, I’m glad I did…. Can I uh, hold your hand?” he asked.

“S-sure,” You nodded, still lacking the right words. “I’m, happy I met you too.” Hrid took your hand and squeezed it gently, and you tried to stop yourself from feeling so nervous. But you were still left with the realization Hrid was your soulmate; how would this change things, going forward?

“Don’t worry, I’m scared to.” His words drew your eyes up to his. “But we’ll have each other moving forward to figure everything out.” You nodded and allowed yourself to smile.

“I suppose we will.” You breathed a sigh of relief. “It’s all strange and new but… just being with you now, maybe it won’t be so scary.” Despite his fever and your circumstances, you and Hrid couldn’t help but talk into the wee hours of the night; after all, you only got to meet your soulmate once, and the two of you wanted to cherish the moment.

[heartfeltheroes]

CUPID’S ARROW

[ xander / summoner ]  — valentine’s day blues

this is for the cupid’s arrow event hosted by @imaginesforfe and @fire-emblem-drabbles. happy valentines, @summoner-mari!

dear mari, I hope you have an amazing valentine’s day! 

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Xander paced through the halls of the castle, one long stride after another. From afar, Leo glanced at his hardened face in curiosity, before brushing it off as nothing. All knew that Xander was a man who walked with purpose, in this case he had one goal in mind: to confess to his love on Valentine’s.

Time after time, stutter after stutter, Xander failed to confess his feelings to you. He could never string together the right words that would convey the feelings he held for you in one simple sentence. His feelings were just too complex for mere words.

An “I love you” wouldn’t suffice to show the butterflies that fluttered in his stomach when he thought of you. Your eyes shined brighter than the stars, your hair was more silky than the finest fabrics, and your smile was as bright as the sun — no, it was even brighter.

Words had failed him time and time again, so now he was depending on Valentine’s day to help him in misadventures in love. Saint Valentine was an icon for love all around the world, so Xander was looking for his guidance on this fateful day of love.

Valentine’s day, as it was called, was a wondrous holiday, a day filled with unconditional love and devotion towards one’s love and family. In years past, he had found himself without a love, so more often than not he chose the latter rather than the former.

This “day of devotion” was one he held in a high regard, one of the only days he’d clear his schedule for. It was a day meant for his family, in which they’d travel through the cities in disguise, away from the stress of royalty, away from the weight of the world, and most of all away from Garon. On Valentine’s day, they could be a real family.

That’s how Valentine’s day went every year, until this year.

It all started the year before, when he was still under Veronica’s contract. Oh, what a miracle this year and the last were. It was amazing how much could happen in such a short, short amount of time, how love could bloom so quickly even in the Prince’s heart.

Last year was when he met you, in the battlefields of the Emblian-Askran war.

With you, it was love at first sight. Even as he was under contract with Veronica, you charmed him in a way no other had done before. He could see the fire burning in your eyes even upon his mount on his horse, it shined as much as your beautiful robe upon your shoulders.

What caught his attention above all was the way you fumbled about. It was obvious you were unused to the dangers of war, to the struggles that befell all who fought. If you were anything like the heroes Veronica had under contract, then you too had came from an extremely different world, suddenly thrusted in the shoes of a tactician of an entire army.

As much as he wanted to pity you, he couldn’t. You had proved your worth, orchestrating an attack that was both devastating and powerful against the mighty Embla Empire. It was almost hard to believe that your inexperienced hands had been the one behind it all, yet Xander watched with his own two eyes as your heroes congratulated for your strategy.

Xander retreated that day, for the first time in his life with Princess Veronica by his side, but he couldn’t bother thinking about the crushing defeat he just faced at the hands of a newcomer. No, he kept thinking about the powerful tactician that defeated him.

There was only one word for the emotions he was feeling: infatuation.

It was scandalous, that much he knew. It was treason to be in love with the enemy, yet Xander couldn’t stop the feelings that bloomed in his heart after each battle. Slowly, ever so slowly, stone cold glares became fleeting glances, then those became longing smiles directed at one another across both sides of the war.

Xander never knew defeat could be so sweet when you broke his contract with Veronica.

He was welcomed to the Order of Heroes with opened arms by many heroes, both familiar and unfamiliar. Despite the fact he had been fighting against them, they understood his predicament with a heavy heart, most of them having been under Veronica’s control in the past.

Sharena was the one to show him around the castle as Alfonse was too wary of him to even look his way. It was understandable though, he knew the young prince was just trying to protect his Order and Summoner. It was admirable, even. Alfonse had earned Xander’s respect, it was the least one fellow prince could give to another.

Last year was the year he joined the Order of Heroes, simply admiring from afar. This year though, on the day of Valentines, he wasn’t going to spend it with family; he was going to spend it with you.

Xander took a sharp turn to the left, his head peering left and right in an attempt to find the one that made his heart beat so fast in his chest. It wasn’t until he until he saw Sharena and Corrin walking down the corridors that he gave up his chase, opting to slow down to question his younger sister.

“Good evening, Xander!” Sharena giggled, “did ya need something?” If her informal pattern of speech surprised Xander in anyway, he didn’t show it. Instead, he nodded his head, “In fact, I did. Have either of you seen the Summoner? I have some things I’d like to discuss with them,” He questioned rather hesitantly.

A thoughtful look crossed Corrin’s face, obviously in deep thought, before she snapped her fingers. “Yes! I have seen her, as a matter of fact,” Corrin responded. A sigh of relief almost escaped Xander’s lips before she continued her statement, “She’s in the kitchens with Gaius, if I remember correctly.”

With Gaius, huh? He thought, more confused rather than jealous. Rather than voice his concerns, he simply nodded at the two princesses. ���Thank you for your help, I hope all goes well,” He bid farewell. “You too, Xander! Bye-bye!” Sharena replied, before the two girls resumed their conversation once more.

Now that he knew where you were, he took the familiar route to the castle’s kitchens. His furrowed brows were a dead give away of his state of deep thought, pondering what business you had with the thief.

It wasn’t long before he found himself before the familiar, wooden doors of the kitchens. It was obvious the room was occupied, there were more than enough loud clashes and bangs beyond the door to tell him otherwise. Faintly, he heard two muffled voices among the clattering kitchenware.

“I’ve had some pretty bad chocolates before, but never as bad as this.”

“Gaius, don’t say that! I’m — I’m trying my best here!”

Xander paused, placing a solemn hand on the door. Would it be rude for him to interrupt he wondered. He took a deep breath with closed eyes, standing behind the door to just listen a little while longer. After that, he would leave he decided then and there.

“Seriously, if you plan to give your loverboy those chocolates then you may as well be poisoning him,” Gaius spoke, teasing in tone. You let out a whine, “I called you here for a reason, you know,” You huffed, “I can’t give Xander these. Please, Gaius, you’ve got to help me!”

Xander froze upon hearing his name, eyes widening. His once somber face was gone in a second. He stood still, his form leaning close to the door. As bad as he felt for eavesdropping, maybe it would be better if he stuck around a little longer.

“You know what you’ve gotta do, little miss Summoner,” Gaius snickered. Xander imagined that you’d be rolling your eyes right about now, “You’re really going to charge poor, little ol’ me, on Valentine’s day?” There was a certain exaggeration in your tone that Xander adored. “And for confessing to the love of my life! Oh, Gaius, you’re the worst!”

Love of your life, Xander found that those words made him smile. To others, he probably looked like a fool, standing in front of the kitchens with the widest smile in his life, but he was too caught up in the moment to refine himself. All that mattered were the words you were saying here and now.

“Well, are you going to give me some sweets or no?” Gaius questioned. There was a soft shuffle, then a quick “thanks” left Gaius lips. Before you knew it, Gaius was walking towards the kitchen doors.

“Hey, you said you were gonna help me, you thief!” You cried, as Gaius placed a hand on the doorknob. He ignored your complaints, continuing on with what he planned. “For our tactician, you’re really dumb,” He joked, then swung the door open.

In that moment, your eyes met Xander’s, both opened wide in their own way.

When Gaius opened the door, Xander did not expect to see the kitchen is such disarray. The tables were slathered with brown chocolates or some other type of ingredient he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

The chocolate was splattered over your apron and hair, some even make their way into your hair and face. In your hands was a bowl and a spoon, presumably used to make more chocolate before Gaius revealed Xander’s presence.

“Oh. . . oh gods,” You mumbled, face turning bright red in the span of seconds. Your hands, covered in chocolate, shot up to cover your cherry red cheeks, slathering them with chocolate. Noticing your mistake, you quickly wiped your hands on your shirt.

“H-How long did you know he was there,” You stuttered out to Gaius, embarrassed beyond comprehension. Gaius crossed his arms across his chest, smiling pridefully, “Ever since he was down the hall, babyface,” He answered slyy.

“So he heard it —”

“Yup, he heard it all.”

You turned to face him with a shaky smile. “Ah, er, um,” You fiddled with your hands, eyes darting about the room, “Happy. . . Valentines?” You greeted, although it sounded more like a question. You gestured towards the bowl in your hands, “I would give you some chocolates, but they’re not really done yet.”

Xander simply gave you a fond look. Despite his hardened face, the look in his eyes made your heart melt. He reached for your hand, grasping the hand holding the spoon in his own hand. “Worry not, little Summoner, we can make them together.”

“[Name]!” You yelled out in a spur of the moment decision, “You can call me [Name]!” He let your name roll off his lips, finding it foreign yet pleasing to his tongue. Although he was aware of your true name, he had always opted to calling you nicknames out of familiarity.

Gaius gave you a look, followed with a hand gesture that signaled for you to continue. You knew what he meant with that, earning him a pointed glare from you. You shook your head, trying to knock yourself out of your stuptor.

“Now that you’re here, Xander, I guess I should say it. If I don’t, Gaius might as well just kill me.” You nervously rubbed at the back of your necks, trying to cool your nerves. You almost forgot about the chocolate covering your fingers, but you could really care less right now.

“I love you, Xander! I really do, from the bottom of my heart, I want to be yours and yours only!”

Before you knew it, Xander used his free hand to cup your cheek. His thumb caressed your cheeks, smearing his own hands with sticky chocolate. He stared intently into your eyes, holding nothing but compassionate and love meant for you and your eyes only.

“And I love you too, [Name]. Words cannot tell you how much I adore you, you’re the sun that lights up my life. You’ve made me feel things I’ve never felt before. I want to spend the rest of my life as yours.”

As you drank in his words, you slowly started to giggle in happiness. Finally, you stepped backwards, out of grasp, and replaced your form with the bowl of unfinished chocolates. “Well, aren’t you going to help me? I don’t know why I thought I could cook in the first place,” You joked. Xander nodded, accepting the bowl with welcomed arms, “Of course, my love.”

At the end of the day, the chocolates were never finished. But hey, it’s the thought that counts, right?

[shall-we-imagine]

Keep me close. (Alfonse Goldstein x Reader *AU*)

Requested: 44. “You’ve always felt like home.” + 92. “You make me happy.” from this prompt list.

A/N: So I don’t normally write this type of thing because I don’t believe in such concept but this is fiction and that’s what I felt like writing so..🤷‍♀️

Genre: Fluff.

(Second person point of view)

It wasn’t as hard as you’d expected. Once everyone was asleep, it was fairly easy to sneak out the window, backpack clinging to your back.

The one-story building was almost as ancient as the pyramids, you were sure. It’s not that the orphanage was disgusting, built upon poverty and cruelty, or any of the stereotypes; it was fine. Just fine. That was it. 

So, sure, you didn’t hate anyone, you weren’t escaping anyone, nor were you tired of harsh treatment. However, you surely wouldn’t miss it either because as you stood there, staring at the walls of your home of 17 years, you didn’t feel anything. As you slowly remembered each and every face asleep inside, you didn’t feel bad leaving them behind. You felt no hatred, no love- nothing.

On the other hand, a ray of sunshine were to warm up your chest with just one smile, and that was the reason you chose to follow him wherever he wanted to go.

Giddy at the thought of him, you turned your back to all you ever knew and marched towards the meeting spot- towards a new beginning.

“Oh god, I was scared you wouldn’t show up.” The second he noticed you approaching him, he was quick to embrace you in a tight, desperate hug. “I thought you might’ve changed your mind..”

You buried your head further in his chest, “I told you I’m coming, so I am. I just had to make sure no one was awake first. If I were to get caught, I would’ve been under supervision for the next ten years.” you chuckled.

After releasing you, he gave a dreamy smile, one that made you sure he was trying to believe this was actually happening. Blushing, you dropped your gaze to the ground. 

“How about you? How easy was it to sneak out?” You asked while you both began walking towards the train station, hand in hand. Each of you carried only the necessities, which to you was extremely easy since you only owned the necessities, but you wondered how hard was it for Alfonse to leave behind most of his items and walk out with merely a backpack.

“Disturbingly easy. It was like they wanted me to leave.” A cloud of gloom overcame the excitement that filled the air just moments ago. You regretted asking, but Alfonse being Alfonse, he immediately put up a smile to cover up the sudden sadness that fell upon you. “It’s better that way; I would feel bad if they were to miss me.” 

Unfortunately, that only made you feel worse. “We don’t have to leave if you don’t want to, Alfonse. Maybe if you try to talk to them-”

He cut you off, resolution gleaming in his eyes, “No, I won’t give up on my dream just to be ‘worthy of the Goldstein name’; I won’t back down.” He squeezed your hand in a reasssuring manner, “Plus, if I have you then that’s all I need.” This time, his smile was genuine.

You returned the smile, and for a while, no one said anything, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was like you were both trying to make sense of the situation. You were finally free to explore the world with your bestfriend; he was finally free to practice medicine and help out the poor without worrying about his family name and all the pressure that came with it. 

It felt quite off calling him your bestfriend, but you weren’t sure what else to call him. For a while now, it was obvious you two had feelings for each other, but neither of you had taken any steps forward to address the situation, and now you guys might end up living in the same apartment, which strangely felt like moving in with your boyfriend, but no, he just had to be the confusing dude he was. You sighed.

“Hmm? What’s wrong?” Concern filled the gorgeous pearls that stare down at you with every ounce of care manageable. That was one of the things you loved about Alfonse; you could sneeze, and he would rush with an ambulance to make sure you were doing well.

“What? Oh, it’s nothing; nevermind.” You knew it wasn’t the best time to confront him about this; you really didn’t wanna spend the next god knows how long in extreme awkwardness mode.

He didn’t push it.

“God, I’m so excited!” You squeal, looking out the train window. It hadn’t moved an inch yet, but you couldn’t contain the feeling of absolute, pure joy running in your veins. You could practically feel your heart dance with happiness. 

You turned to look at Alfonse, who had just shut the doors to your stall. Even though Alfonse was generally hard to read, you could tell he was also as excited as you were; his smile gave it all away. When his eyes crinkled into the tiniest crescents and you could no longer feel the distant, lonesome air he usually has around him, you knew he was truly happy. 

Your cheeks heated up, but you couldn’t quite tell why. Was it the fact that his smile was directed at you not the view outside? Or was it just the fact that you could finally see his face under good lighting for the first time tonight, and he was utterly, truly beautiful? Maybe it was all the above.

“You make me happy; you know that?” He sighed, giving the implication that he’d been trying to get that sentence out for a bit longer than you’d expect.

You let out a few incomprehensible noises before uttering the very intelligent sentence you finally came up with, “What?”

He laughed. “What do you mean what? I just said you make me happy. like truly happy. I feel the most comfortable around you; I feel like I can be myself with you.” 

You didn’t know if you should thank him, kiss him, cry, or all three, but in the end, you went with the option that would creep him out the least. “Thank you; it means a lot to me, especially that I feel the same towards you.” You did your best not to show how embarrassed you really were and hoped he wouldn’t notice.

A few hours into the ride, you forgot about the excited puppy persona you’d slipped into upon getting on the train. Now, you each took up a couch, neither of you forgetting a small, personal blanket to shield you from the coldness of the night. 

You peeled your eyes off the glass window, taking a risky peek at the blond boy curled up on the seats opposite to yours. His breath heavy yet steady, you watched as his chest rose and fell, giving you confirmation he was too far into dreamland to worry about you admiring his peaceful face. Sleeping was one of the rare times you could see Alfonse’s completely worry-free face, and it never failed to convey a feeling of tranquility within you as well.

It felt like reality was settling itself into place, etching its presence into your mind. The stillness of everything - excluding the trees and utility poles rushing across the window -  seemed to give you a chance to take it all in. You were chasing after freedom with Alfonse. 

“Are you starting to miss home?” You flinched lightly, not expecting to hear his voice so soon. 

You could tell he was worried he’d pressured you into this, but you knew damn well this was what you wanted too. “What home?” You chuckled, “My home is right here by your side. You always felt like home. So, no, I’m not missing home; he only fell asleep for about..” You checked your nonexistent wrist-watch, “30 minutes.”

Alfonse gave you that heart-warming, world-peace-bringing, poverty-ending, pandas-saving laugh of his. Oh dear god, is this what heaven is like?

“Your home is a little cold actually; mind turning the heat up a little bit?” He teased.

“Well, maybe my home should’ve brought a jacket, but sure.” You took your blanket and forced Alfonse to make space for you next to him. Before he could ask what you were doing, you adjusted your blankets so both would wrap around the two of you, bringing yourself closer to him. Needlessly, you snaked your arms around his waist and rested your head on his chest. “Warmer?” You could feel his heart beat quicken, and you were sure the blond was blushing by now, but you continued to play dumb.

“Mhmm.” He hummed.

“What was that?” Your intention was to tease him a little more, but once you sat up and looked at him, he connected your lips in a soft kiss. The kiss was just the way you’d imagined, except a thousand times better. His movements were subtle and gentle, yet they left you needing more. 

“Warmer.” He smirked. It was a rare view to see him smirk, but it put your guts in twists and knots; without thinking, you pushed your lips against his once more, taking lead this time.

His hand traced its way up from the side of your neck to rest behind your ear, fingers entangled in your hair. Your hands remained clutching his shirt as if letting go would cause him to disappear.

“Took you long enough, man.” You smack the back of his head.

“Ow! It’s because of how romantic you are that I couldn’t tell how you felt towards me!”

“Hey, I can be romantic; I just hugged you and kissed you!”

“You also just hit me and called me man.”

“Well, I’m being a bestfriend and a girlfriend; it’s called multitasking!”

He stared for a few seconds, amusement and disbelief written across his face, before bursting into laughter, immediately causing you to join.

“You’re not wrong. Love how you just promoted yourself to girlfriend, by the way.” He grinned.

Realization sent waves of heat to your face, “Time to go to bed!” You announced to divert the attention from your earlier statement, attempting to walk back to the seats facing his.

“As you like.” He grabbed your waist, forcing you back next to him, and lied down with you in his arms. “Good night, girlfriend.”

“Alfonse! Alfonse!” You tried to wriggle your way out of his embrace, but his frim grasp was inescapable.

“Already asleep.” He stated, eyes closed.

“Ha Ha, very funny. Let me go!” 

This time, he just pulled you closer, not saying a word, but he was doing his best not to grin. That little idiot.

You finally gave up and allowed yourself to enjoy the warmth of his body; you pulled the blankets on top of you both and tried to drift off to sleep.

And for once, you had reason to look forward to the next time the sun rises. For once, you had hopes and plans for the future. And you could barely wait.