#alfonse x f!reader

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A Good Dream

Alfonse (Fire Emblem) x Reader)

RATING: General

GENRES: Hurt/ Comfort/ Fluff

WORD COUNT: 1,121

SUMMARY: Sometimes it feels like your time in Askr is a dream. Alfonse tries to prove to you that it isn't.

Alfonse's footsteps echo in the empty hallway as he heads towards the mess hall to sneak in a quick late night snack. The moment he goes through the doors, he finds a figure clad in darkness sitting at the table closest to him. Not having expected to find anybody here, his thoughts immediately go towards ridiculous conclusions like the one before him is a ghost or something, and he yelps out of instinct.

The figure jumps at the sound of his voice, letting out a short scream of their own. It's only then that Alfonse recognizes the one before him as none other than you, and he places a hand over his chest to calm his racing heart. "You scared me!" He accuses.

"I scared you?! You're the one that suddenly screamed behind me without warning!" you shoot back, equally accusatory.

You stare at one another in silence as you process the situation before huffing and shaking your heads in fond exasperation at both of your unbecoming behaviour. The two of you are a bit more meek now that your fears have subsided, and you both utter out a small but sincere apology to each other. Alfonse glances behind you, finding a small candle placed atop the table beside a mug of what he can only assume to be your preferred drink of choice.

You follow his gaze, note what he's staring at, and then bring your attention back to him. "Do you want some?"

"I can make my own," he answers, but you stop him before he could leave to fix himself a mug.

"Allow me," you insist, and Alfonse has no choice but to relent.

You hum, seemingly satisfied, and you leave him alone for a moment. The prince decides to take a seat and waits for you to return. You had taken your own mug with you, he belatedly notes. He idly wonders to himself if perhaps you had just finished up, in which case, he was probably holding you up. He hears footsteps approaching, prompting him to look up and finds you walking towards him with two mugs in hand. Apparently you had gone to refill yours while you were at it.

"Thanks," he offers his gratitude and accepts the drink. The two of you sit together in silence for a moment, taking occasional sips from your respective mugs before Alfonse decides to break that peace with a concerned question. "Is there something keeping you up?"

You offer a distracted hum. "Mm, I guess." You don't provide any further explanation or insight and instead change the focus to him instead. "Why are you still up?"

Alfonse sighs. "I wanted to get some more training in for the day. I feel as though I'm falling behind the more recently summoned Heroes."

"I promise you, Alfonse, that isn't true at all." You're quick to jump in and offer your thoughts on the matter. "You've been working really hard. I can see that—anybody with eyes can see that—and your efforts show in your accomplishments both on and off the battlefield. You become even more fine of a prince with each passing day."

"I-I, uh... thanks..." He's grateful that the mess hall is so dark. At least this way, you won't be able to see his bashful smile, accompanied by an embarrassed blush that reaches the tip of his ears. He doesn't know if you're truly sincere in your compliments or merely saying what he wants to hear in an attempt to comfort him, but he can't deny that your words made his heart leap in his chest.

Silence stretches over the two of you once again, the atmosphere a bit more awkward than before. The Askran prince glances over towards you. You seem to be staring intently at your half-empty mug. He wants to ask you about what's on your mind, but he knows that you won't share so easily. He knows how difficult it is for you to open up to him, and there's nothing he can do except patiently wait for you for whenever you were ready to share.

To his surprise, you actually speak up and lay out the worries in your heart. "I was remembering my home."

"Do you miss it?" He asks.

You shake your head. "Not really, no," you answer without missing a beat.

A sense of guilt and shame washes over Alfonse when he finds himself relieved at your response. He already understands that you have your own circumstances for not wanting to go back home, and although it's a pitiful kind of sentiment, he can't help but feel kind of happy over it. It would mean that you would be less likely to go back home and leave him alone in Askr, but he knows that such thoughts would be considered greedy and selfish, so he never voices them out loud.

"..." You fall quiet once again. You gather your thoughts one by one before slowly explaining yourself, your gaze not once leaving the mug in your hands. "Sometimes, I wonder if this is all a dream. Like, if I'm really here, or if all of this is really happening. Sometimes, when I go to sleep, I'm scared that when I open my eyes again, I'll wake up in my old bed and go back to the life I had before coming here to Askr."

You stop talking after that, allowing him a moment to let your words sink in. The moment they do, he reaches out to hold your hand, prompting you to look up at him with inquisitive eyes. "How does my hand feel to you?"

You bring your gaze down to the hand over yours. "It... feels warm..." you answer with a tinge of embarrassment.

"Then it's proof that you're here. That warmth is proof that this—" Alfonse squeezes your hand to emphasize his point, "—is real." Without even realizing it, he ends up leaning closer towards you. "This is real..." he repeats, bringing his voice down to a whisper, making what he says seem far more intimate. "...If it wasn't, then I would have been dreaming a very good dream ever since you came here."

Your breath catches in your throat, and you can't find the words to respond. Your cheeks become pink, and you avert your gaze. Even though Alfonse shouldn't be able to see your expression well because of the dark (the candle does little to light the scene), you still feel compelled to hide your face.

"Does this feel like a dream to you?" Alfonse questions.

You hesitate, still trying to collect yourself. "Sometimes, yes... but... as you said, it is a very good dream... and I wouldn't mind living in it for longer..."

[avi-stella]

What’s in a Name? | Alfonse x Reader

》 RATING: General | GENRE: Drama/Angst(?) | 348 words 》 SUMMARY: Alfonse won't call you by your name.

"I appreciate your help, Summoner." Alfonse kindly offers his words of gratitude with a formal nod of his head in your direction. Underneath the obscurity of your hood, the Askran prince sees your lips fall into an unsatisfied frown, causing confusion on his part. Had he said something wrong?

There's an awkward and tense silence in the air as you try to gather your courage. "Can you... stop calling me like that?" You request awkwardly with a fidget of your fingers. "I did give you a name that you can call me by. I don't expect us to befriend each other so suddenly, but there's no hope of getting to know each other better if you don't bother to try calling me by name."

The young man grimaces slightly. There is truth in your words, but... he's been hurt before. He has no choice but to keep his guard up. The royal prince clumsily responds, "I, er, apologize. I had no intentions of getting close to Heroes..."

Alfonse can't see your expression as your eyes remain hidden by the hood of your cloak, but he can definitely sense the change in the air and notice the shift in your body language. Your mouth parts slightly before your lips press together in a firm line, quivering, almost. Your arms cross over your chest, and your shoulders rise by a fraction. You've taken a defensive posture, Alfonse notes, before realizing that he may have come off as rude with his response.

"...I see," you reply with a frightfully unwavering and quiet voice that sends a pang of guilt towards the prince's heart. "If all you see me as is a title—a tool to use in your war—then I won't waste any more of your time, Your Highness."

Alfonse visibly flinches from the sudden hard tone to emphasize his title, and he bites at his lower lip. Before he can make amends, explaining that wasn't what he meant, you sharply turn on your heel, your cloak billowing behind you as you take your leave, leaving the prince all alone.

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In Darkness Bound

So I had a nightmare. Here have this horror fic.

It will be interactive. It will have a good ending and a bad ending depending on what you want to read. I am not even sure what warning to use except : Teens and up, Canonical character death and Horror. Enjoy.

Lif x F Summoner/ Lif x reader Alfonse x F Summoner /Alfonse x reader.

Caeda POV.

 I am sure the other heroes have noticed it as well. The Summoner has been acting quite not herself. It is true that as someone who hails from a far different world than most of us, she tends to be strange, but this behavior is far too different from what we are used to. She thinks she is being subtle about it, but the sight of her nervous demeanor and the slumped over figure of her sleeping body in the most random of places is anything but subtle. At least not for me or for some of the more sensitive of us.

  It has been so for the last week and every time someone finds her asleep on a garden bench or a training facility or even the kitchen, she comes up with some excuse like “ The night was so beautiful and quiet, I fell asleep.” or “ I was hungry and came to find a snack and fell asleep. “ . Yet I find it hard to believe that would be the case. Not that it did not happen before, because it had been a couple of times we have found them asleep on a garden bench or a library desk. “ Them” as in The Summoner and Prince Alfonse. Now it was just her.

 After the third time I started paying more attention to her. She looked nervous around people if Alfonse was also around and seemed to relax when he was gone. Those were very few times too, because nowadays you could see the prince would not leave her side. It is true they were always very close and that was the reason everyone knew not to flirt with neither of the two. They looked like they truly belonged together, like they say about Marth and I. Lately however he does not leave her to train or work on the fields the way he used to. It is as if he had completely moved his schedule to fit hers and be the most amount of time together.

  I have heard he had become very obsessive after the third year of war and I understand it. When you are about to lose someone dear and your own life the way he did when he was cursed by death herself, it is natural that you develop a deeper attachment and possessiveness towards those you love.

Indeed it was hard for me to just imagine that the man who had lost his head in anguish and anger over his beloved being taken by Prince Otr, would do what I thought he was doing to his beloved Summoner. Yet I myself had witness the green/purple bruises on her arm and her uneasiness to go back to sleep in her own chamber; where I knew by her confiding in me that they were lovers, that he slept in, every night.

  I wondered then about Alfonse. I had personally seen him wandering the halls during my watch one night looking for his Summoner. I had seen her last entering the greenhouse garden, but when he asked about her I outright lied to him and said I had not seen her. The guard on duty did talk. It was his prince after all and probably thought nothing of this, but my contract is with the Summoner and she is my friend. So when the guard told him she was in the Greenhouse Garden, I hurried to alert her on another way. I was able to reach it faster than the prince, but by mere seconds and since he had just seen me I did not think it prudent to let him see me alerting her of his presence. I decided to hide and see what he would do.

  I expected him to awaken her and ask her to go to sleep in her room. To be truthful I even expected him to be forceful towards her. I was then vexed by his figure quietly approaching her only to stop a short distance. He gave a sight and stayed looking at her sleeping form for a while. His face looked so sad and a little defeated. After some minutes he turned to leave, but looking sideways to where a statue stood in front of the bench in the shadows, he changed direction. He then sat on the floor next to it. He had perfect view of the bench, but was hidden enough by the shadows to not be seen if the summoner woke up.

  I had to leave since I still had at leas half an hour of patrol duty, but as soon as I was able to come back I found them both in the same place. The Summoner sleeping still and Alfonse keeping watch.

 That was five nights ago and since then I have been spying on them. I see the summoner falling asleep on purpose somewhere and him finding her out and staying with her. without her finding out. It would have been endearing to me if my mind was not full of doubt about him mistreating her.

Still I tried hard to remember a time he had been angry enough with her to be mean, and I could find none. Not that they never disagreed on something. The Summoner was friendly and very liberal for the Askr standards and their ideas mostly of friendship and entertainment were mostly the cause of their disagreements. Yet the most I had seen him do was close his eyes in a gesture that meant he was very annoyed and slowly but firmly explain why he disagreed and believed she was wrong. That one time it was not even the summoner being friendly with someone, it was the day The Summoner was explaining to him that Charlotte was indeed not a damsel in distress, since she could slice up a man with her giant axe, and that she was blatantly flirting with him and he was leading her on with his “charm”.

  I remember I thought it was very cute that she was so jealous of Charlotte seeing as Alfonse was head over heels in love with her, and angry at the fact that Charlotte was after his money to begin with. She felt personally offended that she wanted only his money.

 “ He is perfect and this …’hussy’ just wants his money ! Can you believe that!?”. Alfonse was trying to explain that he was not leading her on, but being polite because she was new to Askr and she was after all, choosing to lend them her strength.

  “Well next time she calls you ‘Darling’ and wants to lend you her hand with stuff she should not be touching, I will take her eyes out with my fingernails and then send her home in a wooden box.” Alfonse closed his eyes again and sighted to regain his patience and composure, all the while pinching the bridge of his nose. I had to intervene after that and Charlotte was dissuaded from pursuing his money and actually kept her head and eyes. Alfonse still did not lose his patience and not even raised his voice at her.

  I do not know what had changed between them but this was as resent as a week ago and I was determined to help my dear friend.

  So tonight I went looking for her directly after dinner. I asked her if she could do me a favor and help me plan something for a romantic day with Marth. She agreed right away. I made sure Alfonse would be busy with Marth at the time. Bless this man. He is a wonderful person and a much better fiance. He did what I asked for, without question. Although he also is very close to the summoner and had already noticed their change.

 Knowing I could not take her to her room, her study, office or the library; I asked her to walk with me to my room. Once in there, she sat on a chair by the hearth where a table was set to be used as a sort of parlour to entertain guests. All of the rooms in the castle were the same. Except the summoner’s and Alfonse’s who were joined by a parlor that served as a study as well.

  I put the tea in the hot water and served it. She took her cup and smelled it before talking with a small smile that did not reach her sad eyes.

  -So what do you have in mind Caeda?

  -I just want to talk. - I made a pause. I was a little ashamed of lying to get her to come with me, but I could swallow my pride for her sake.

  -Oh. I think we can make something simple, but at the same time romantic. I mean Marth is not the flashy kind of guy. I think a day of relaxation will be beneficial for the both of you. So my opinion is that a day of pampering in the Aether resort and then a play at the theater together. Laslow and Azura are playing a romantic musical this weekend! And for the finishing touches; how about a dinner in the rose garden? Unless you want a more secluded place of course. - Her words came out like a river overflowing and she sounded genuinely excited. I thought about it and it was an actually good idea. I think I was blushing like mad at the time.

 - That sounds perfect ______. I think Marth will be very happy too. Thank you.

  - Hey it is something small for what you actually deserve for doing so much for the order and Askr in general.

 -______ it is still very nice of you.-She nodded and took a sip of her tea.

- I really want you to be happy.- She said smiling.

 -_______ I did not bring you here only to talk about my petition.- She looked down at her cup, perhaps avoiding my eyes.- What is going on between you and Alfonse?

 -What do you mean?

 -We are friends. Please do not take me for a fool and think you can lie to me. I know it is not my place to make you tell me the truth, but I am worried he had been mistreating you.

 -What?! No!…He would never… You know him. He is sweet and…caring.

 -How about those bruises. How about you sleeping everywhere but your room to avoid him?

 -I know how it sounds. It sounds like a victim trying to find excuses for her abusive partner…but the truth is that…no matter what he has become I know this for certain. He would never hurt me.

 ==What he has become? What does she mean?==.

- Then tell me what is wrong.

 -I can’t.

  -Why? Are you this afraid of him.

  -He is not going to harm me…but I can’t tell you for your own good.- She paused and looked me dead in the eyes and that knowing look gave me chills. I knew what she meant. I had seen him angry enough when ______was threaten and taken hostage and when Fafnir had assaulted his mother. IT was not his anger that had sent shivers down my spine those times. It was the lack of fear and the cold determination to destroy his enemies that was scary to me.

For all the glory the title hero gave the warriors brought to Askr, it did not meant we were inhuman enough not to feel fear in battle. Even the strongest felt it and the ones that felt too confident not to feel fear were all fools. Alfonse was no fool. Still I had hear him threaten Gods and I have been told he has had defeated them as well. The only times I had seen fear in his eyes was when _____ was taken by Otr and we could not find their destination.

- Besides…you will not believe me.

  -If it will help you in any way, tell me. I am bound by contract and I can swear on it to keep your secret. He will not know you told me. As for believing you…-I smiled them.- I am in another World talking to a woman that comes from yet another world where people fly on metal birds and talk to each other anywhere around that world with the help of a compacted metal book. All of this without magic…so try me.- She looked around, mostly at the window like she was thinking it over.

  - You have to promise me then. On your honor and by the contract and most importantly the friendship that binds us, that you will not tell anyone.- I gave her my promise and she went on.- I know I have talked about this many times with you but, I feel I need to tell you again for context. I feel in love with Alfonse in a very short time after I came to live here. His sharp mind and intellect topped with his personality and good heart were enough for me to realize I had never met anyone as wonderful as him. You know how he is. Quiet but because his words are weighed and well thought of before coming out, unlike me. He was…so different to what I was used to. The way he played the violin so passionately just as the passion he puts into his fencing skills. And his shyness and innocence combined with his passion. How could I not love him. He was at his age more mature that all the adults I had met in my life. It must have been his childhood and his upbringing…the weight of his title and destiny.

  - We became more than mere friends when I told him I was not going back “home”. He opened his hear more easily after that. By the time we fought Srtur there was no one I needed at my side to feel safe but him, and he took his task as my guard very seriously.

 We became closer still after this. Surtr wanted to kill me personally and he was always there to protect me. We started dating after that. We were very happy just being together and since our rooms are connected it was easy to spend the time before bed reading together or listening to him playing…or just chatting. We even made our “promise” jewelry. We made a matching set of necklaces from a scale of his armor that was broken in a particularly difficult battle where he had been injured. I kept it and drove a hole through each of the halves so that when put together they formed the one scale. I have seen couples wearing those at home and I felt they were so corny…but ours were not the same…they did not have the same story.

By then he had told me he felt like we were soul mates and I could not agree more. I never felt this close to anyone. We were halves of a whole.

 She made a pause and then proceeded.- Then Hel came. We were so scared. You know we always sleep together by the fire when we are on the go, or in the same tent with Anna and Sharena; but one night he knocked on my door and we slept together on my bed. Something sacred to him.  We did nothing else but hold each other while sleep would not come.

The following nights were the same until things got serious and…we felt threaten enough to want to be together. As I have told you before…we promised each other to be married as soon as the war ended and became lovers.

  She sighs in remembrance.- There was so much pressure on him. From the people, the army, the heroes and God! His father. It was a good thing you were not here yet to witness all the horrible things we had to endure.

 You know how Embla helped us find a way to stop her. Sometimes I feel like my mind was so stressed out I can’t remember things correctly. I never told you, but I felt like… like we lived more horrible things that I can actually remember…We used to call it the Mandela effect in my world. It is when a big group of people remember history in a way that is different from the reality.

A man Named Nelson Mandela was in prison for his ideals and then he was elected president of the same country that had imprisoned him…except we all remember hearing he had died in prison. That is how I feel about the situation. He told me it was the effect of the ritual to kill Hel. I lost a lot of memories…we all did. Except Alfonse…

  She takes another sip of her tea and the pause is longer this time. Her face was downwards and I was only aware of her crying when she started shaking.- All I know is that he found a way to defeat her. We all were so tired. I was told I slept for two days and he took to care of me. Caeda…I never told you because it is a delicate matter and I know it is way too graphic for you and your sensitivities.

  At this point she had talked about only good things about her relationship and to be honest I did not see the problem in their relationship neither. I did not see even it going to a bad place by the devotion Alfonse always seems to show and if it was true that by her words he “ will never hurt” her. Then why was she crying so? What had turned so bad in their relationship for her to be even avoiding him so?

For a second the unbidden thought came to my mind that my friend had fallen out of love with Alfonse and had fallen in love with another. But I banished the thought, because she would have told me and even if she did not, I new her enough to noticed if she was in love with someone else and there was no sign of this.

The thought of them falling out of love game chills, because if their love that seemed to be destined and we all could see they were soul mates could fall out of love…what could we expect of a regular love? Would Marth fall out of love with me? Could I one day not love him? That was such a sad tragedy in my mind

  These thought that invaded my mind in mere seconds gave pause to her story and coming back to reality I realize she was waiting for me to tell her she could or could not tell me about those things she would not usually tell me.  

  I nodded at her to go on. -______ you can tell me anything I will not judge you.

  She nodded and went on.- When we became lovers, Alfonse was very innocent in a way and inexperienced. It is true he had read bout everything, but had not much experience with a woman  beforehand. His personality and desire to be always better made up for whatever inexperience he had. He was in short, a great lover and a caring one at that…

 I blushed at the thought. Marth and I had yet to reach that level of intimacy and I had always wondered about what kind of lover he would be.

- After Hel, he became …more passionate, a better lover if you can believe that. The night we were together again…how to explain?…Tell me Caeda. Do you remember that one time we were forced to ration the food at a campaign in the desert, because some of the food went bad? - I nodded.- The last two days we marched home, I discovered some of the heroes had given their share, as had I, for the younger and older soldiers and heroes. I remember Marth and you were among them.-I nodded again. It had been my idea and Marth offered me his share, but I told him to give it to young Leon. It was after all not the first time Marth and I were faced with such predicament in our own world.- Do you remember the first meal you had after those days of hunger?

  -Of course! You said it yourself! It felt like heaven! I think I inhaled it.- I would have smiled at the memory thinking back at the time; if it wasn’t for the sadness I felt coming from my friend.

  She nodded at me ,still crying.- Alfonse made love to me that way. As if he had waited a long time for that moment. He touched me in such a way…I have not have a night like that in my life. He was so passionate and loving and at the same time possessive and …He was so perfect. The nights that followed were about the same and have been since.- I felt my eyebrows knit at that, concentrating in every detail to see the meaning of all of this.

- But he not only changed in that matter. When I awoke from Hel, I noticed he had moved all of his belongings to my room and the adjacent parlour. I felt it was very endearing that he wanted to spent all our free time together. I even saw him place some of his belongings on the way to the door to his room. It was understandable right? I noticed there were flowers every day and even saw some herbs hanging from the walls. He claimed they were gifts from some of the heroes that work on potions. Different but not out of this world. Still sometimes he made me self conscious with his new affinity with “bad odors”. Sometimes he would sniff the air and knit his brow in distaste and take some aromatic oils or burn incense.

  She took a long look at her cup but did not drink.- I thought…well he is not used to sleeping or living in the same room as another person, maybe or…I don’t know. I know I am a little messy, but I did not think it was that bad considering people come every day to clean. ..and that is another thing. I did not noticed it at first but then I discovered he had in fact banned every cleaning person to enter his room. Yet he would always come and hug me and say how much he loved how I smelled, even after training. It was not my smell that bothered him but I could find no reason for him to be that way.

- I feel like an idiot now…Like Sharena I thought that he had changed due to…well trauma. We all changed in a way…I choose to believe he had as well… Time passes and beginning our fourth year of war we had “The Sleeping Sickness” right before I summoned you.

She looks at me then and I can see a hint of a smile.- As I have told you, we lost our memories of the dream for a while, but what I did not say was that, I remember when I woke up, I was so stressed out…so worried about Alfonse and when I saw him standing before me I could not explain why I was so worried and distressed and then relieved to see him. He was so happy to see me awake and when I said I did not remember my dream …. I could not help but notice a sort of relief crossing his face. I thought at the time he did remember and it had been an unpleasant memory. I though he was relieved I did not remember. The elves came to live at the castle then, but they seemed to think it was better for us not to remember and never helped me to regain those memories. Every time I asked, they would just avoid the conversation.

She pauses and I hear the most heart wrenching sob I had ever heard. She starts to cry harder still and tries to keep the sounds down and at the same time looks to the windows like expecting to see a ghost appear outside on the balcony.- Some weeks after we woke up…I had a fall and fainted…that was the day after I summoned you.

 I remember the day. ______ had been so embarrassed that she had to call me to fight so soon after my arrival.

- I remember. The horse that was was carrying you got frighten for some reason and you fell down. Alfonse was able to break your fall. I have never see someone move so fast.

She nodded.- He was wearing a coat just like mine, because he was going to be my decoy…God I do not know who had that idea…the man is huge compared to me, but he would not let anyone else do it. Caeda. I did not hit my head that day. I fainted because, looking at Alfonse wearing my coat and laying on the ground made me remember that dream…the dream of the sickness.

-What did you remember?- I asked intrigued.

  -The memories came so fast I was dizzy and fainted. In the dream we fought a goddess. I will tell you all the details if you want to but…the important part for this story is that I was not my self in my dream. I wasn’t even aware I was not my self in the dream. I was Alfonse. We were there for days and all that time I was convinced I was Alfonse… then I figured it out and Goddess Freya sent a person like a “ Summoner” to fight us. That was Alfonse and he was wearing my coat and he was on the ground lifeless…dead! How Freya mocked me…she said to me “ Do you want to know why you took that form? Because you can not take the reality that Prince Alfonse…your prince Alfonse is dead. He is dead in the waking world…you know it to be true, but you can’t accept it. The Alfather saw he had grown too powerful. Alfonse is dead.” The Alfonse in my dream was but a puppet to remind me of “ the truth”. We defeated the Goddess…and you want to know something? She offered me to stay in the world of dreams where Alfonse could be alive again…and Alfonse? He was never in the dream…he was really not in that dream Caeda! That made me suspicious but try as I may I could not find a trace of Loki impersonating him or someone with the same power. Even another Alfonse from another Askr would not have the same memories we shared. Right?

She gave another sob in her arm and seemed to be biting it to be quiet. I moved to prevent her to hurt herself but she stopped on her own to keep talking.- Days later he went on a mission with the heroes and I stayed on his order. He had already been gone for over two weeks. I remember something alerting me. I thought at the time there was a sound in the room, but I could hear nothing. Then an idea came to me. I decided to get inside his room and see if I could find something that would explain what was going on. - She closed her eyes.

-….GOD DID I FIND SOMETHING!…The smell came first…it was stale but still recognizable. There were so many herbs to keep the room from smelling bad, but the odour still remained in a small measure. It took me by surprise that it smelled this way, when Alfonse was such a tidy person. I followed it to the closed bathroom door and I opened it….I…I… I still do not know if…no…I needed to find it. It was the bathtub…it was covered in flowers…and not just any flowers….his favorite flowers…they were …all over his body…his hair…

-What…what do you mean? - I asked confused. This is not what I was expecting…not even close at all and I was not prepared for something like this and I could feel this was only the beginning.

-It was Alfonse…he was dead…he had been dead….for months!! He…his armor was broken everywhere…his hands….GOD HIS HANDS!- She was in hysterics now. She was trembling like a leaf, crying with despair so deep I could not describe, and I was there helplessly looking on at her. I felt lost like walking in a blizzard, with the chill of her words and unable to make out a single thought to comfort her.

-What? …but….I ….I don’t understand…- Those where the only words that came from my mind. I could not process anything else. It was so over saturated by feelings of sadness, anguish and confusion. She did not even register my whispered question.

- His hands…they were close to his chest holding the necklace I had made for him out of his armor with his right hand while his left held my own….he died…he died holding them…clutching at them….like…like…like….

She stopped talking and was crying in a full force holding herself in a tight embrace. Her feet came up and she balled up like a new born babe while her hands came to hide her face.

 I closed my mouth that had opened on its own, perhaps to say something comforting but nothing seemed to come out again. I looked down to where her cup and saucer had been left on the table unceremoniously and about to fall off. It was funny that my basic instinct was to to move them out of the way, but doing this small gesture cleared my clouded mind enough that I stood and still stunned by the tale and thinking all of the time “ What if that was Marth! What would I do?”. Injuries of war and sickness I could take but this was out of my league to even understand and much less help alleviate. As if my mind was working of its own accord I walked over to my bed and took a shawl I had knitted in my free time,a small blanket as the air in the room had gotten as chill as winter, and a pillow. I left the shawl for me in a chair and covered _____ with the blanket while her hands tried to silence her loud sobs.

I went to the bathroom and took all the handkerchiefs I had and some hand towels as well. As I was doing this I looked at myself in the mirror and until then I noticed there were tears flowing down my face. I used one of the towels on my face and went back to the room. I placed the towels by her side and handed her the pillow and a towel. The soft touch of the towel brought her back to me and sniffing she took the pillow and placed it in her lap and then the towel and stated drying her face and wiping her nose.

-Thank you. -She said between sobs.-Sorry….- She said a little calmer now and referring to the towel she had used to clean her red nose. I waved at her doing exactly the same thing to mine.

-All this time Freya was telling the truth. My Alfonse was dead. I broke down in there….looking at his broken armor and his faded blue hair hanging from that mummified body. The scarce light from the closed windows should have made his golden tips glint with light,…but they were a faded silver on almost black hair… Still I could never mistake his form. I left the room…I wanted to take the pendants and shove them on Alfonse’s face and demand an explanation. I was so angry and at the same time scared. I knew I had done the tests to make sure it was not Loki and I knew we shared the same memories so what exactly was going on? Freya Knew it! She told me and I did not believe her and what was worst is that I never killed Freya but someone sure did and Alfonse…this Alfonse was never in the dream. That was not Alfonse it was just an illusion Freya had made. I now this now because I asked Peony days ago and she had no other option but to tell me the truth.

My friend was still crying profusely but now there was a glint of anger in her eyes and voice.- I told Anna I was sick and spent the day thinking on what to do when Alfonse came back from his mission with the heroes. I left the the room exactly the way it was just in case. His presence in that room …knowing he was there…I felt so sad…but at the same time it gave me strength for whatever was to come. I spend the rest of the day and night crying and thinking about everything I had lived with this “new Alfonse”. Trying hard to remember something of importance. I felt that those memories everyone had lost had something to do with this. I wanted to kill him! To torture him the the cruelest of ways ! The way my Alfonse was tortured knowing he was about to die and his last thought had been of ME!

She smiles bitterly.- The next day came and I had to pretend to be the same and go about my day. Yes I looked sick still and all…-She gave a bitter laugh.- They all thought I missed Alfonse… I mean yes I did …but they could not know…they never knew. I had three days and nights to think things over and watching what we had done together and the people of Askr who loved him not knowing who he was. I made my mind. I knew gilt would haunt me for the rest of my life but…what would we had done without him? He killed Hel. He killed Freya because I will not believe otherwise and I new it was going to be much more difficult to win the war without him and not even talking about the political turmoil it would start. It was a weakness we could not afford to have during a war! Everyone knows Commander Anna gives the orders but he is the real leader! He is the one with the plans and the people follow him.- It was true. We heroes followed and trusted his plans more than the Commander.

She sighs sadly and goes on.- The night before he came back I went back into his room and talked to him… to My Alfonse. I asked him to forgive me for not being with him when he died. I told him…that I loved him and swore to him I would take care of his home and I apologized for letting the other Alfonse take his place, but Askr needed him…I could not voice that I loved him as well because at the time I was so angry I hated him. I spent most of the night there…sitting on the floor by the door with only a small lamp to not be seen from outside. I swore to my self that I would do everything to appear normal, like nothing had happened; at least until I found out what had happened.

 -The day came and I knew it was going to be very hard not to say something and even harder not to avoid him. Three days were very little time to “go back to normal”. I new he would want to be together at night and I thought I just could not do it…But when he came back…the way he looked at me.

 -You cried…I remember…I thought…we all thought…- I said thinking back to that day.

 -That I missed him…so did he… but you see…I did miss him and I hated my self for that. I hated myself for loving that person that had taken over my Alfonse. I made up an excuse and went to have a pajama party with the kids. He wanted to join in and I told him he needed rest. That night I had an idea because…if he was doing the best he could to save Askr and he was a good man like MY Alfonse and besides the corpse in his room, which I could not prove he had killed; I had nothing to think him a bad man…So…what if he had fought Hel alongside my Alfonse? What if my Alfonse with his dying breath had asked him to care for us? I wanted …no I needed to believe that he was without fault because someone evil would not have taken the care he did with a world that did not belong to him. He would not have taken the care for the body of a fallen rival that way and I wanted to believe that all the other Alfonse were as good as mine and would not do what I so horribly had thought him capable of…also…I missed him…how I missed him. I went back to him the next day.

 -I … I did not meet the…other Alfonse, but I always thought this one was a good man. Up until I thought he was harming you…I always thought he was a good man.- I said. I thought about all the things she had said and of the last days and I could not help but ask in my head “What did you find out?” but I wanted her to tell me in her own time.

 She nodded and resumed her tale.- I tried to have a “ normal” life and he was just as great as ever. There was no trace of him faking being someone else and I had more test done to see if he was not something else and he passed all of them.

She pauses to wipe more tears.- One day I came and the door to his room was blocked by a bookcase. I could not help but look at it questioningly. He looked at me and said “ I got another bookcase since we are always bringing so many books to study. This way we will not need to have them laying around. What do you think?” He asked me with that sweet shy smile he has when he does something and wants to know if he did it right. I told him it was a good idea. “aren’t you going to enter that room anymore? We could use it as storage.” He looked at the bookcase and bit his lower lip. “ I confess I did not think about that. I suppose I can ask the carpenter to put some means to slide it to the side. Would that be fine?”. I agreed to it and left it at that. I thought that day would not come. I thought that it was an empty promise to ease me into the idea; but some days later he himself installed the devise that would move it. “ Just let me know when you do need to store something inside. I am a little ashamed but, it must be very dusty in there and …I did not want to tell you, but I saw some rats and killed one of them. I do not want you to get hurt.”

 She sighs.- Most of the time I forgot the room was in there and I could see now the wisdom of placing that bookcase there and even more, the placing of the moving mechanism. You see…It gave off the idea that he was not hiding something… that I could go inside as I pleased…but in truth the effect was to forget to even think of going in there. And it worked most of the time…but not all of it. I still went inside and so did he, because I could see his tracks on the otherwise dusty floor. He kept the bathroom clean though and the times I went I always found flowers in there with him.

-During these past two years I convinced myself that he was good and I would go and talk to my Alfonse about all the good we were doing and how the war was going. I know it sounds …strange….bizarre even, but I always felt good after talking to him. It washed away the insecurity and I felt what I had done was the best option.

-Considering what you say about political turmoil and the war I think you took the right decision. Especially after fighting the dwarves. I do not think we could have made it without his plans and his bravery.

She nodded.- After what happened with Otr...You have to understand that we had been together for two years and what I feel for him is so strong. It was already strong but it grew so much more. Remember when he saved me?… tell me something. Was he always present and leading you? Did he take patrols during the night it took for you to get here?

I thought about it for a moment and I remember something.- During the day he was always leading the heroes, but at night he never took patrol duty. I supposed we did not think much about it because we knew how worried and stressed out he was. How did you know?

 -I thought so. You see I…saw something, but I did not relate one thing to another until days ago; but I will get to that later. I remember the way he held me when he came to rescue me. His face when he entered the building and saw me tied up and about to be killed…How not to love him? To me it was impossible not to fall in love with him once again… but his face when he learned that Eitri wanted to take my soul out was…I have not seen him so angry since Hel. Yet it was different too.It was a cold anger, filled with hate I had never seen mare his ever warm eyes before. When we were finally alone he took me in his arms and he made love to me again as if it had been months without seeing me. I understood the feeling I almost had a fate worse than death …- She scoffs and laughs bitterly.- Worse than death…He does not want to lose me…I never told you that mission I took alone after I was kidnapped ended in a very scary conflict between Anna and Alfonse. That was the reason they had come to us that night. They were supposed to wait for us to return, but Alfonse would not stay.

She looked at me then.- We did not want to tell you guys about the conflict. I did not even know about it, but I saw Anna so tense when they arrived. I asked Sharena and she would only say that Alfonse was livid when he heard Anna had sent me alone on a mission. I was so confused because I was in no way alone with the heroes and well I was not an incompetent or reckless leader. I know very well what I can and can not do. So I asked her to tell me how Alfonse had convinced Anna of coming to assist us. She said that when Alfonse found out I was gone which was like a day later, because Anna was …not ready to tell him until I was home safe, he was very angry. Caeda, knowing Alfonse and Sharena’s relationship you will understand that for Alfonse to show anger in front of Sharena he must have been livid indeed.

 I nodded my ascent.- Well Sharena tells she went to talk to Anna as well because she also thought it had not been a prudent idea after what I had gone through. As soon as they reached the office door however Alfonse dismissed the guards outside and they must have been scared of him because they hurried away. Alfonse then turned to her and asked her to do him a favor to which she said yes. He told her to go and ask which heroes I had taken with me and make a list. Zelgius whom was coming out of the office and had not agreed on my going by myself either,told him he would assist her on the task. Now knowing Zelgius I am sure he knew the reason Alfonse was there and he was making sure to keep Sharena away. Zelgius is a good reader of character…he knew just looking at him what kind of conversation was about to take place.

 -Did you ever find out what happened?

 -Anna would not talk. I have to tell you that they have known each other far longer that I, but their relationship even thought it is one of friendship has to be kept a little more formal and professional  as she is the Commander. You know Alfonse had never tried to pull his title over her commands and she listens to him, and lets him decide a lot of things mostly because we all know he is right. Whatever he had told her, had shaken her up enough to keep her quiet. Sharena did not know what it was but after less than half an hour Alfonse and Anna were already making preparations for the “rescue mission”.

She looked to the window for a second. -I would never have found out anything if it wasn’t for…someone with good ears and good judgment who was passing by.This person heard part of the conversation because they had gone to talk to Anna about some personal issue I would have help them with, had I been there myself.

They told me they heard Anna’s voice telling him firmly to not forget she was the Commander and he was a subordinate; to which Alfonse answered…and he even quoted him on it. “ Anna. I will not take command from you as of now, but do not forget who you are talking to. You know what I am. I may want to be under your command, but I do not have to and you know it. You are my friend, and I do not like to do this, and you know that too. Anna…don’t ever send my sister and much less MY Summoner on this kinds of missions without asking me first.”. The person told me it was not their intention to listen to them, but they were so stunned by Alfonse’s words and threatening tone, they could not move away. They say he sounded cold and even his voice had changed. They heard Anna gasp. “ Now. I will take a group with me to assist them. It is up to you if you want them to think it was your idea. I do not want them to stop respecting you. You are our Commander after all.”  

  - I can’t even picture him saying that to Anna…well to be honest…I do not know what to expect now. - I said in a small but honest voice.

  -That was one of the two reasons I made up my mind about confronting him. My second one…-She sighs.- I had to understand what had happened. I could not longer keep quiet about it so I went to his room and took some flowers for my Alfonse. I heard him come inside the room and I came out to meet him at the door to the parlour. His eyes when he saw me coming out of the room. He looked scared. I was about to take my pendant with me but I did not want to take it from his had if it had been his last comfort. I closed the door and walked towards him. He said nothing…just kept looking at the closed door over my head.

“ I want to know the truth. Who are you? who killed him? Was…was it you?” His eyes got even bigger if you can believe that. He looked at me and after looking at the anger in my voice he looked bewildered at me.

“ How can you go about telling me you love me and hide this from me? I gave you enough time for you to tell me and you never did.”.

 He looked angry at me now. “ You mean to tell me you knew all along about this and you said nothing? You thought I had killed Alfonse and still fucked me every night? Did you fantasized I was him all along?”. He asked in my ears. His words were so cruel…but I knew he was right. “ Did you lie to me every time you told me you loved me? Or did you actually fell in love with your dear Alfonse’s killer?…Oh Summoner…- He says angrily but a ghost of a smirk showing on his lips.-…You have the wrong question. The question is not who I am…The question is what am I?.” He was looking at me sideways while he paced around me in circles like a stalking predator. “ Do you want to know what I am? What she did to me?” His voice changed suddenly and as tall as he was he seemed to grow taller still. He stopped and facing the door said.

“ That, Summoner! That was the price I had to pay to save my people… to save Sharena and to save you…And that is not all it took…Look at me Summoner. Look at me ! Your dear prince is gone! I am Lif…look at what she did to me…”There was anger in his cold words but also hurt.

He took my arm and made me look at him because to tell you the truth I was speechless and I could not move. Hel had killed Alfonse but what did it all mean?.I still did not know what he meant. I did not even register his hand using more force than necessary. As soon as I looked at him…his whole body changed…How to describe it…The eyes were the first thing to notice…they were ruby red and there was a light in them like hell fire with dark circles under them. His hair was ….just as dark as the corpse in the bathtub and … and just like it, the golden tips had faded silver…I looked down and was met with…half his face down was …he looked like glowing blue crystal. He had been wearing a simple shirt and trousers because it was our day off and as he took it off….I could see his bones inside his glowing body. It was all so strange…

” What?..” I started but he cut me off.

“ I am your Alfonse. This is the price I had to pay to get you all back.” He said it now and looked away. There was no anger in his voice anymore only sadness.

“ I did not tell you because I was afraid of you leaving me. I know I am a monster… but …I…all this time …you knew I died and never did anything…you did nothing and stayed with the person you thought had killed me?” He asked and even thought there was not trace of disgust in his voice, only hurt, I felt dirty.

 I felt disgusted about what I had done. “ At first… I thought you had killed him…but then I thought back to the time we had spent together and all the memories we shared…and I could not believe you would have done something like that. I have been so confused all this time, because You feel like him but then his corpse was there and I thought… I was so sad, but I had to think about everyone the way Alfonse would have and not just about my feelings so at first I did it for the good of Askr. We all need you and…and by this time I loved you. I did not know what was going on, but I knew there was some explanation and I knew I loved you. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“ You loved me…when did you find out?”

“ About three months after the sleeping sickness.”

“Oh…so you did not suspect anything beforehand?”

“ I thought you changed because of what you had gone through. After Hell we all changed in a way but… it affected you more…or at least that is what Sharena and I thought. Then I remember my dream and what Freya said to me …that You were dead…then I suspected something was going on.”

“ I see…no wonder I kept running into those anti Loki wards all the time.” He actually laughed at that and his laugh… it sounded so different, so deep and humorless.

“What do you feel for me now? Now that you know I am a monster because of her?” He asked not looking at me. He was facing his room and as he did so. Suddenly he was enveloped by a dark miasma that transformed into an black and purple armor that covered most of his body and half his face, but left part of his chest and abdomen exposed so that you could see his bones. Even Hell did not look as intimidating as he did now.

- So…all this time…all the time Alfonse has been your Alfonse and he was dead?- What to say in a a situation like this? All of this tale was so unexpected. I sat there, with eyes watering at the thought of the anguish both of them had gone through because of Hel and because they were afraid.

She nodded looking down.- I told him that I felt love for him. That I had fallen in love with him time and time again. He looked disbelieving at me.

He gave a big sigh and said “It was all my fault for being a coward and not tell you first…” anger had evaporated and his yes looked sad. “ you need time to think about what you feel and if you feel that you can not stay with me…I will understand…but Summoner…I love you still and I can not promise you I will leave you…I can’t.” He said this and entered his room and closed the door behind him.

-After this I left the room. I genuinely fell asleep in the garden the first night. I was thinking about all the loose ends I had and how all was tied together. I knew I needed to talk to Anna and I did. She said…she knew but had promised not to say anything and she, like me, had thought it was the best for the kingdom. She gave me a piece of advise too. She said:

“Now that you know who he is….you may want to watch how friendly you are with the heroes if you decide to stay with him.” That was the one reason I was nervous the first few days you see; but really…Alfonse may be possessive and jealous but I knew he would not harm the heroes because of me. At least if he was sure I loved him… and I do… Gods I do…I loved him like I always have and now, I love him even more…Caeda I… I have not been avoiding him because I am afraid of him…I am ashamed of thinking the worst of the man I love and have known to have a good heart. I am ashamed for not telling him sooner and avoid this situation…I am so ashamed of my self for all the over thinking and bad judgement I took thinking of him. I don’t even know how to ask for his forgiveness. I know he should have told me but …given the situation he is in…I understand.

- Is he really that hideous?

-Hideous? Him? No…on the contrary…he… is so beautiful. The problem is that he thinks he looks like a monster.- I looked at her and tried to understand what she meant when she described it and think…put myself in that situation, imagine my beloved Marth suffering so and looking the way she describes Alfonse. I knew the love I feel for him would permit me to see beauty where others may not. I know I would love him non the less. Still there was something in her narrative I was worried about but I could not put my finger on.

-My dear friend I do not know what to say…all of this is so much to understand… I am so sorry you had to go through all of that in silence…I want to say that…I am happy you found your Alfonse and have a chance to be with him even after all of this… but…at the same time I am so sad that you two had to suffer so.

-He has suffered more than I and that is why I need to ask him to forgive me.

-I do want to ask you to tell me something. Why did you asked about his patrol during the march to rescue you?

-Oh…The night before your arrival…the place was crawling with troops. They were guarding the perimeter for Otr. I was being held in a room in a second floor for whenever they needed me. They wanted me to “rest” my power. I was not tied up because they were confident I could not escape and much less without the sacred weapon. When they left me there I looked out the window to see a lot of those men walking around the place.Later at night, I do not remember why I had the feeling but I went and looked out of the window and I think I saw something. There was a blur of light among the trees and at the time I thought it was fire flies, but -She gave a small laugh.- it was a silly idea because I was high up and that light could not have been an insect with that size. I also came to me that I did not see the men walking around the place anymore. The next day Otr seemed very nervous and wanted to go and get more troops but Eitri called him a fool and a coward. I remember she said something like “ Do you want to suffer their same fate?”. I thought she meant the fate of the heroes she had called and were but shells without a soul. Then when I was rescued I heard some of the heroes comment on how they thought there were less troops than there were before when Otr had taken me, and it had been easier than they had thought.

- I remember Marth said the troops had either deflected or had gone to join Fafnir in Askr.- Then the idea suddenly came to me.- Oh! You think he went out every night to find the best way and that was why he did not patrol and why it was so easy for us to find the place without being found by the enemy patrols. He was the one that disposed of them! He really is smart.- She gasped and looked at me.

-The pits were full of fallen people…but did Reginn not say no one goes into that forest?- I nodded.- So that is where the troops went…

She smiled fondly probably by the idea of Alfonse doing all that for her and I did not judged her for that. I am sure Marth would brave whatever he could to save me as well and that was…well very romantic.

-_______? What was the other reason you finally talked to him? - I asked remembering her words.

-It has been almost three months since I was kidnapped right? -I nodded- I am pregnant.- That was all she said. There was a small smile on her face but her eyes had a glint of sadness.- I am so ashamed Caeda. When I found out my first thought was “ This baby should have been ours…My Alfonse…” in fact that was the reason I had gone in there the day I confronted him. I was telling My Alfonse the news…now…I do not know what to do. I have no words to tell him I am pregnant without him thinking…that I… am just going back to him, because I want a father for my child. I feel like a stupid teenager afraid of rejection…I love him..and he probably hates me… I’m a horrible person.

This outburst surprised me. She was unsure of herself after what happened I supposed but it was a silly fear since I was sure Alfonse loved her and would get over this misunderstanding. -_______ my friend… you have nothing to fear. I am sure he loves you. I am also sure he will be very happy to know he is going to become a father. I have seen him move his tasks to be near you all the time and he sleeps near you every time you fall asleep somewhere. He always leaves before you wake up or when he hears someone coming. I know because I have seen him.

 She sniffles and looks at me.- Really? He does that?

 -Yes. In fact I was afraid he was following you to prevent you to ask for help…I suppose I also thought very badly of him but…given situation I am afraid I can not ask for forgiveness. I sent Marth to distract him so we could talk.

-Oh my dear Alfonse.- She thought for a minute and smiled.- I am so sorry I worried you. I am sure it looked very bad and well it was bad but…not in the way you thought.

-Thankfully so. As long as he loves you and protects you even from himself everything will be alright. I think you two need to talk more deeply about this, but if you need time. I want you to know you are welcome to stay as long as you need.

-Thank you Caeda. I do need to talk to him. I need to clear all things up and besides…I miss him. He also needs to know he is going to be a father.

With this she got up to leave. She thanked me again for listening to her and helping her clear her mind and appease her worries. She apologized for ruining my night and my towels. I told her where Marth had said he would take Alfonse. By this time they would be over their talk and as smart as my Marth was I am sure Alfonse would have left and was somewhere near, looking for her. The talk had gone on for far longer than expected after all.

 I was not wrong, to think he would be out there looking for her. I looked out of the window and saw Marth and Alfonse standing under my balcony. Marth had a very strange face. He looked sadly at me and smiled. I told _____ they were outside and she thanked me again and left still holding the towel I had lent her. Marth turned to Alfonse when I motioned that my friend was going down and Alfonse nodded his assent. Marth left him then after taking Alfonse’s hand in his in a gesture of friendship.

Alfonse looked up at me and smiled as well but his eyes were focused on the door where he knew  my friend would be coming from. I felt Marth enter the room just as I saw _____ approaching Alfonse.

Alfonse looked expectantly at her, and after a second the tension that seemed to have been possessing him washed away with a small smile from her. He seemed to give a sigh of relief and very slowly opened his arms. Tentatively as to give her time to think about it. ____ stepped into his embrace and he closed his arms around her. His eyes closed and his face was one that portrayed the  Pain/happiness of someone who had almost lost a loved one and had regain them. He gave a tender kiss to her head then separated to lead her inside. I felt a smile on my face and turned to find Marth doing the same. We went inside and looking back noticed they both had gone inside the building as well.

Marth looked intensely at me with a knowing look. He took me in his arms and said.-Marry me Caeda. Marry me here. I do not want to wait.

Something had changed in him and in myself. I could feel tears rolling down my face as I answered that I would.

That night I learned love can last even after dead and theirs had not only endured but had grown stronger. I could not say I wanted the same for me. I would not wish for such a thing on anyone, but I knew I would love Marth that way and I knew Marth did too. I also knew death could take us any time and I did not want to wait to be by his side in every aspect.

 Today I also had learned Alfonse was not human and was not only a very intelligent man, but also very powerful; more even than I had first thought of . He was dangerous but he was also smart and had a lot of self control and being a prince he had to be tactful. There was no other place for my friend to be safer than at his side. I was happy for her. She loved him and I was sure they would get over this and be happy together. Especially now that their love was given life.

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Líf x Reader - Specter

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aye...so that last story chapter gave me some feelings...and I feel bad disappearing from the blog so often (๑o̴̶̷̥᷅﹏o̴̶̷̥᷅๑)

Summary: Líf is an edgy brooding (with good reason) man and the Summoner is a curious puppy with no boundaries + Angst = This

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You tried to ignore Alfonse's terrified face as you pushed him past the dismantled entrance to the ruined Askr's hero hall.

His eyes were wide with shock and fear, and he reached out to grab you but the boulder and rubble that Líf had set as a precaution took over his view.

You disappeared behind it, and he was left to cry out your name, having to be pulled back from the unstable collapsed rock by his men.

Luckily, for both you and Askr's future, you pulled yourself back hard enough and far enough to the side to avoid being crushed or hurt significantly. You escaped with a couple scratches and a bruised ankle that you cried out a little for when a stray piece of stone smashed onto it.

You didn't notice Líf clench his fist at seeing you in pain, nor how he had shut his eyes and covered his ears when the trap came down and he thought you'd die.

"Ow...", you whined as you tried to stand up, stumbling clumsily for a moment.

"What is it that you want?", you looked up at Líf who was giving you a piercing glare. Red eyes were cold and impassive.

"You are no fool. You could have escaped with them. What are you after?"

You wiped your hands on your coat, ridding your gloves of the mucked up dust, before tilting back on your heels and smiling sheepishly at him.

"Eheheh, you caught me! I wanted to talk to you...alone."

He studied you for a moment before turning away.

"Go back. We will end this another day."

You sighed and started walking towards him, stopping just a few feet from him. Gods, what hardship he must have endured to become so jaded. He was nothing like the Alfonse who's eyes twinkled when he looked at you.

"No. We have to talk."

He turned his face to the side, trying to burn his stare through you.

"We've nothing to speak of. Go back."

You frowned for a moment but then broke into a laugh and smiled teasingly at him.

"Yeah, that's exactly what you were like when we first met."

You bounded up the rest of the way to him, and he flinched when you grabbed at his cape.

"Uwahh...how do you even fight in this?? It's so long!"

Líf tugged your hands away when you started flapping his cape up and down. He only managed a "Stop that." before you moved on to gape at his shoulder plate.

"Woahhh...do you stab people with your shoulders? Those spikes are so pointy! And..oh its attached to the cape thing..you guys have some strange fashion going on..."

Líf had enough of you standing on your tippy toes to touch the top of the spikes, and grabbed your wrists roughly, holding them in place so you couldn't go back to fondling his garb.

"Enough! I said to leave! Go, and don't come back."

Please.

Please, go back home where you'll be safe.

"I can't." You looked up at him confused, "You blocked off the exit."

Líf froze. He looked to you, the mess of gravel behind you, and then back to you. For the briefest of moments, he felt the long forgotten tickle of laughter in his chest.

But he quickly snuffed it out, he didn't deserve to, not when they couldn't.

"Besides, I want to talk to you."

When he realized he was still holding your wrists, he let go like you had burned him.

"Why don't we work together? Why do you...why do you have to suffer alone?"

He knew he shouldn't, but he wanted it anyway, to be at your side. He'd missed you so much, when you had left him, a part of him died with you.

"Don't be ridiculous. You and I are enemies, nothing more. Don't be a fool, I must destroy your world to regain mine."

You studied his face for a moment, he was so bleak now, and you cursed Hel for having made him so. You thought his words over for a moment before you gave him a bitter smile.

"To save someone from your world, you have to sacrifice one in ours."

He said nothing.

"..Then...when the time comes...will you kill me too?"

Neither of you spoke, you only stood staring as his facade finally broke. He looked so disturbed and distraught by the idea that it might be his own hands striking you down.

For once since you had first seen him, you saw the full extent of how tired and worn he was. He looked like he wanted to die.

And you felt your eyes sting at the sight of it, heart breaking for the one you called your other half. He didn't move when you closed the space between the two of you, wrapping your arms around his waist in a tight hug.

He was so so cold.

"You don't have to anymore...you don't have to be alone, it's not your fault, it never was."

He swallowed thickly.

"You.." he sounded so small, "..are still the same..."

You hadn't changed at all. You were still so selfless, so caring, so inviting...so warm.

He could never.

He could never harm you, no matter what world he hailed from. His precious Summoner, his treasured partner, his other half, he'd rather be cast to the pits of damnation than to be the one to take your life.

He'd already failed you once, he'd never wish for you to befall the same fate again. Even so, even though he knew he should be pushing you as far away as he could, to somewhere where you'd be free of the danger of this entire ordeal, his arms still snaked around you, pressing you tighter against his chest.

It had been a reflex, his body had long grown accustomed to wrapping his arms around you in comfort. Though you were considered the "Great Summoner", you were still human, a human that could still get lonely.

So far away from your own world, at the start, Askr had done little to feel like home. When he'd first happened upon your shivering form, furiously wiping away tears you intended on keeping to yourself, he'd felt his heart shatter and from there on, he was at your side every moment he could.

"..Y/N..my Y/N..."

Your name seemed so foreign on his tongue now, how long it had been since he last called it. Your scent was the same, you might be from a different dimension than his but his soul longed for you regardless.

He said your name so tenderly that for a second, you forgot it wasn't your Alfonse. After a couple more moments of quiet bitterness, you pulled back just enough to look at him. There was just glimmer of his old self in the way he looked at you.

"..Please don't make that face..."

He hated it on you, that pained expression, it made him want to shelter you from everything. A dark dark part of him whispered that he should just take you.

That he should steal you away from the other Alfonse, it would crush him, the same way it had him when he himself had lost you.

But he couldn't.

You would be so sad, and he'd rather relinquish ever meeting you again than for your smile to never grace your lips again. That smile was slowly blurring in his memory but he remembered loving it with every ounce of his being.

When he thought of it now, he'd feel an echo of fondness mixed with the twisting feeling of guilt, but when he was truly alive, it made his heart beat wildly.

You hadn't even noticed when you'd began crying fully, it felt like he was saying goodbye and it was so painful.

"I-" You swallowed, it hurt and your throat constricted in protest,

"I want to help you.."

He gently wiped away traces of tears from your face,

"You can't."

Sweet sweet Summoner, don't waste your time trying to save me. You won't listen, and you'll try again, but I will in turn stay as far away as I can from you.

I have already spent too much time near you, Hel can sense the living, those who she has not turned into her minions. If she knows you're precious to me, she will hunt you down. So stay away, as far as you can be, in a place far away from a war of the living and dead. A place far away from me.

I

lo e

y u

You were growing frustrated, did he truly believe working together would accomplish nothing?

"But-" You opened your mouth to speak but an ear piercing explosion cut you off. Shrieking, you shut your eyes and felt yourself being pulled under Líf's cape.

As the rubble settled, you felt the cape slip off and rubbed at your eyes from the unsettled dust having brought a stinging sensation to them.

You heard hurried footsteps from where the boulders blocking your way had been blown to bits. Turning just in time to see through teary eyes as Alfonse burst through the cloud of dust.

He looked panicked then relieved when his eyes locked onto you. Practically flying over to you, you were almost knocked over by the force of his sudden embrace.

"Oh thank the gods.."

Alfonse had buried his face in the crook of your neck, brows furrowed in both relief and the surge of emotions taking their toll...before they quickly became furrowed in anger instead. He took hold of your shoulders in a firm grip and you were a little shell shocked at his sudden change.

"Y/N, don't you ever do that again."

The full force of guilt hit you like a truck, he looked absolutely wrought with worry, and your guilt only festered when he continued.

"Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did he hurt you?"

He held your face in his hands and studied every inch of your face, searching for even the smallest scratch. The effects of Zacharias' disappearance made clear. You pulled him back into a hug and apologized.

"I'm sorry, Alfonse..I'm okay, I'm alright, I'm safe."

You physically felt him deflate against you, his shoulders loosened from their tense state and he relaxed against you, taking a moment to calm down. By the time the two of you separated, his adrenaline was gone and a wave of tiredness hit him.

His attention was on you when you gasped, "Ah! I totally forgot!" You turned around to face Líf, "The two of you need to...Líf?"

He was gone.

[pokemagines]

slipping. (alfonse x reader)

anon asked: “I know FE requests are closed...but can we maybe have a little angsty thing about Alfonse's impending doom? Pwease? You're good with these things..”

a/n: LISTEN THIS IS SO GALAXY BRAIN IVE BEEN IN AN ANGST MOOD AND I SAW THIS AND ??? im screaming miss hel please give back my blueberry boy !!! please he is my husb i have children ,,,,

also this is def nothing canon i just really wanted to write angst but stil @ intsys hire me --mod touko

day one:

   you had not had enough time to process what was going on. in some strange way, it was like a fever dream. her words, cold and bitter as ice didn’t even seem to reach you. you were far away in your own thoughts, as you tried to push down any proof that your boyfriend was going to die. it wasn’t real, and you weren’t going to accept it. 

   and then he got sick.

day three:

   it started out with a small cough, one that he tried to hide from you as you spent all day at his side, refusing to leave. alfonse assured you that you would find a way to undo her curse, but you didn’t know. it seemed impossible: odds that you had beaten before, yes, but you weren’t sure your luck would hold on for much longer. he notices how distant you look despite keeping a grip on his arm at all times as you flip through ancient books on curses and anything you can find on the realm of the dead.

   alfonse sits beside you, flipping through book pages with one hand and letting you hold his other. every so often he finds something that could prove useful for you to write down in your notes. so far you really don’t have anything besides a bit of information on hel and others who have succumbed to her curse. 

   eir doesn’t seem to want to speak on it, as she says she doesn’t remember much about her mother’s curses, but she looks grim when you ask her if there’s any way you can get rid of it. 

day five: 

   each day you spend time with alfonse, trying desperately to find answers in askr’s library, but it seems hopeless. the prince seems determined though, reassuring you over and over that you would find a way to fix this. anna was working to help eir remember anything, while sharena was keeping watch. if hel struck again you would be ready.

   you started noticing physical changes in alfonse, where it was just once a cough, now he seemed paler and more tired. when you mentioned it, he said he was fine, that he just didn’t get enough sleep last night (despite the fact he slept soundly beside you from what you remembered. if anything, it was you awake worrying about the next few days). he even fell asleep on your shoulder during the day’s meeting, something that he would never do were he well.

   you let him sleep, while you listen to all of anna’s intel gathered while talking to eir and some of the villagers who had heard of hel. it wasn’t much but you were clinging to every bit of knowledge you could get. anna’s gaze softens as she looks at you, the prince still asleep on your shoulder.

   “we’ll save him,” she says, her usually chipper voice now serious. “i promise.” you want to say you know, that you’ll do it together like you always did, but your voice catches in your throat. 

   “gods, i hope so.”

day six:

   it’s over halfway to the day where hel promised to take alfonse. you feel desperate, like an animal slowly being cornered with no where else to run. 

   you can’t stand how people shoot you sympathetic glances in the hallway like he’s already dead. he’s not, not if you had any say in the matter. despite the pessimism of the first few days, it’s like a fire had ignited in your chest. you couldn’t mope around and do nothing, reading books and trying to find a way around this was better than nothing. 

   meanwhile, alfonse refused to leave your side, despite the some of the healers pleading for him to go to the infirmary ward. he didn’t seem to be showing signs of any certain disease. every day he grew weaker, until the point he could hardly walk without leaning against you for support. you didn’t mind helping him, you could handle helping him around for the rest of your life if you needed to. 

   he can’t keep his hands off you. you don’t know if it’s weakness or what but seems to have lost all his inhibitions as he kisses you over and over no matter where you are, even in front of others. 

   “why all the affection?” you chuckle, as he places another kiss to your cheek. you’re in his lap as you continue to rummage through books in the library, your tired eyes hardly able to understand what it is you’re reading, but you press on nevertheless.

   “just... in case.” he mumbles, resting his chin on your shoulder, his arms encircling your waist. “you deserve so much love, [name], i’m just giving you everything i was too afraid to give you when i wasn’t... sick.” it sounds like he’s given up, so you turn to face him, straddling his lap.

   “hey, you’re going to be around for a long time, okay? don’t say things like that...” tears threaten to spill over, but you force yourself to be strong. for him. 

   “...of course.” his voice sounds sad.

day seven:

   he could now not walk. he was confined to the bed in the medical ward, you and healers surrounding him all day. nothing seemed to be working though, and with each hour, it seemed like he was slipping through your fingers.

   “i brought you something.” sharena says, and despite a smile stretched out on her face, it doesn’t reach her eyes. you know she’s suffering as much as you, and so you accept the small gesture. placing the soup she has on the bedside table for later. 

   “any news?” you ask her, your voice gravelly from lack of use. she grabs your hand, squeezing reassuringly.

   “no, nothing we haven’t thought of.” she sighs, leaning her head on your shoulder. “hel’s forces have been silent. there’s nothing we can do now but wait.” hearing that from sharena, a carefree optimist somehow hurt more than the words from hel herself. 

   “when hel comes to take him... i’ll...” you clear your throat, “i’m going to ask her to take me instead. maybe she’ll--”

   “no. you can’t do that!” she squeaks, “you mean so much to this army and--”

   “but he means so much to you. and to me. he’s a prince and i’m sure there are other summoners out there the universe can choose but--”

   “but none of them are you!” her voice breaks, tears stinging at the corners of her eyes. “you... you can’t... you think alfonse will ever forgive himself if you do?”

   “i’ve decided. i’m sorry sharena but...” you squeeze her hand, “i have to. it’s the only way.” she’s silent, the gears turning in her head. it’s then she makes up her mind. she smiles at you, a real smile this time, full of warmth.

   “i don’t think you’ll need to do that, [name].” 

day nine:

   you sob, holding onto alfonse’s hand as he slowly slips out of consciousnesses. he’s so deathly pale and weak he hardly looks like the man who confessed to you, nervously spilling his guts to you with the brightest blush on his face as he awaits rejection. it never came, much to his delight. you could never reject someone as sweet and kind as him. his eyes were bright and full of hope as he thanked you after you told him how you felt in return. you can still remember those words loud and clear: 

   “i don’t know the true reason why you were brought here but… without you, i dare not think where we would be… where i would be. you make me want to be a better man, so… stay by my side forever?”

   he promised forever. he promised. it wasn’t fair. 

   hel sits on the railing of the balcony, looking at you with pitying stares. you, sharena, and anna all hugging each other and crying. you begging for him to keep his eyes open, stroking his face lovingly. despite his weakness, he told sharena to be the responsible leader he knew she could be. asked anna to continue leading the army with courage. he assured you that you could be happy, even without him there. to not lose your optimism and hope that you gave to everyone in the army. alfonse apologized for not being able to be there for you three.

   you couldn’t save him. you lost. he was going to die and you had to sit helpless and watch him suffer until his last breath. god, why didn’t he listen to his father for once? why did you encourage him to take on hel? you sob harder into his chest, his hand gripped tightly in yours.

   hel creeps closer, slowly as to let you say your goodbyes. the three of you finally notice, and anna draws her weapon. she looks to the redhead, then back to alfonse. 

   “hel! please,” you beg, voice breaking off, “take me instead, i p-promise just... don’t let alfonse die. please.” you’re desperate, and now that you’ve got her where you want her, you have to say your part. nothing could kill her, she was death itself, but maybe she would make a trade.

   “it is not destined for you to die, little one.” she touches your head, her fingers ice cold and you feel like lunging at her. hel floats above alfonse, readying her scythe, and you scream at her not to. “i would say my last words, if i were you.”

   “wait, if not them, than me.” sharena’s voice is defiant, angry tears in her eyes. “you want a child of askr? then take me.” anna grabs her arm, telling her to stop, but hel freezes, turning her steely, indifferent gaze to sharena. 

   “very well.” she says, “either child will suffice. and i see a determination in your eyes that intrigues me.” you scream at sharena, telling her to stop. hel extends her hand, and the blonde gives the two of you a smile, leaning over and kissing the tears on your cheek. you grip onto her, telling her not to do this, before she extends her own hand to hel.

   “i'm sorry.” she whispers to you, “take care of alfonse for me, ‘kay?” she tries to sound chipper, before the two disappear into nothingness.

   “...[name]?” alfonse whispers, rubbing at his head, “i’m... what happened?” you sit in shock, both you and anna silent as you try and process what just happened. “you did it.” he squeezes your hand, which you had been gripping the whole time.

   “where’s sharena?” he asks, and you can’t look in his eyes. once more, he repeats the question. hot tears fall down your cheeks, your eyes puffy and red from all the crying you’ve been doing. anna looks to you to see if you’re going to answer. his grip grows tighter.

   “where is she, [name]... anna?”. he says, much quieter and scared this time. you can only whisper out a weak: 

   “she’s gone, alfonse, i’m sorry.”

[softer-fe-imagines]

Hey! So i wanted to ask if you could show us which requests you are working on, i sent mine a few weeks ago now and i'm starting to feel like tumblr ate it lol Sorry for the inconvenience

It’s not an inconvenience at all - rather, I’m just slow at writing so it does take a while, it’s only natural that you’d wonder about it;; I’ll have everything listed below, so let me know if you don’t see what you sent in;;

Regular Requests

Congrats on 300! I'm glad you hit a new milestone! You deserve all the love~ could I request a hrid x f!summoner where they're stuck playing spin the bottle and get picked together? Keep up the great work! ♡

Alfonse with a summoner who constantly wears their hood over their eyes finally letting him see their whole face. Also, congrats on the followers, you’re deserving of each an every one of them 💗💗💗

Could I please request Saizo cuddling hcs with a m!summoner? bls

How about ah,, Cecilia relationship hcs with a self-doubting s/o?

Hello!! Could I maybe get HCs for Shura with a physically affectionate SO? Thank you so much!!! 💖💖💖💖

Could I please get some headcannons for Camilla and a soft s/o who doesn't really like fighting? 🌼🌼

Can I get some cute silas x reader where he keeps trying to get a kiss but keeps getting interrupted.

Headcannons on brave Lucina with a hella chivalrous male fafnir S/O? If that’s better?

Hi!! Hope this isnt a wierd ask but would you mind writting HCs for Flavia with a nervous female SO? Like shes never been in a relationship before? Thank you and sorry if its wierd!!   

Ciao! Can I get a drabble about proactive summoner proposing to Reinhatdt please ,:3

i've had a pretty bad day today, so i just need some soft tobin relationship hc's to make me better, if you don't mind

Hi!!! Could I request Seliph with a sweet and soft summoner SO? 

Maybe something hurt/comforty with Fell Corrin? I feel bad that she seems to be in pain a lot and I want someone to give her a big hug and help her cope with the pain + cope with having to deal with her dragon side.

Hnghhhh I want to just hug Grima’s dragon form and cuddle with it so badly so can I ask for a request with M!Grima and summoner hugging his dragon form UwU

Prompt List (Really Old)

ahh! can i please have a 34 ("are you hurt?") from the prompt with xander? if you're done with them, i'm sorry!

For the 100 followers thing, could I please get 10 with Linus and a male s/o? Thanks in advance and congratulations, I hope you keep doing good content, I love to read what you post :)

36, 55, or/and 58 with Niles?

Is it it possible for you to make a a combination of 44 “I need to tell you something.” 71 “Don’t push me away.” 34 “Are you hurt?” 72 “Can I hold your hand?” For Innes or Marth for the prompt thing sbsbsbsb (If not you can just narrow it down to what you’re willing to do) and Angst with a happy ending? Thank you very much your writing is lovely as always! Uwu

Prompt List (Kind of Old)

a good portion of these sound like they can be said by or about Owain, so uh... a number 2, and a number 18 with a summoner and her new hubby Owain

For that new prompt list, Soren and 24 might be funny.

Prompt List (Summer)

there is probably enough Grima content on this blog for now, so can i get uh... Mia with and her summoner in no particular order #11, #16, #20 and #21 for the soft summer prompt thing? big thanks and excellent work as always

Heya! I'm the anon who sent the Florina request a while ago, could i get summer prompt 20 with her? Thx!!!

What about 21 with Ryoma? 💕

*Vibrates* soft summer rain with Muriel from awakening? Bc i love her and im Mmmm very gay but no one else requests her and im weak

Something somewhat similar to what's listed with the soft summer prompts, but could I actually ask for catching fireflies with Alfonse or M!Corrin? Thank you so much!!💛

hello! could i get #17 from the summer prompts w xander please? 

6) making lemonade with m!grima please? How's the summer heat been treating you? Triple digit heat should not be allowed by nature so I hope the summer heat doesn't get too awful like past years.

Could I request #19 fireworks with Soren? :)

For the soft summer prompts, may I request number 13 with Chrom?

For the summer prompts could I get 16 with Eirika

Can I get 10 with Linde

hewwo,,, could we get either 8. ice cubes or 17. soft summer rain for laevatein? i'm really having problems picking so just choose whichever you like best? i just discovered your blog and i love it and your writing a lot!

hi hi! if I’m not too late, could I have summer prompt 16 with ryoma? if I’m too late or this is too troublesome, I sincerely apologise! i hope you have a nice day uwu

Thunderstorms with Grima and S/O! Modern au or FeH it's up to you 💖

may i request for the summer prompts #16 with soren please? thanks so much! ( ˊ̱˂˃ˋ̱ )☆彡

hello!! can i get number 5 from the summer prompts with laslow?? adsfdjfk i love your writing

Could you do #4 with Summer! Laegjarn and Summer!Cordelia with a feminine [not necessarily female] summoner? (Sorry if that's a lot to ask!!! [Ugh I love them both so much!])

hello!!! could i get 4 or 15 for gaius? this blog is absolutely amazing and is everything ive been looking for!!!

could I get 25 from the summer prompts with Xander, if possible? thank you bunches in advance!!

I’m not sure if your still taking summer prompts, but if you are could you do #21 with hríd? Thank you so much 😊

Alfonse + 5 of the summer prompts? I dream of princes and Fireflies

Not sure if your still taking summer prompts or if this has been done, but may I humbly request the "watching fireflies" prompt with Frederick?

7 with shigure? I just love gardens so much;

The soft summer prompts are so cute!(mainly because i'm freezing here in my country ;u;) so i was hoping you could do N.5 for Henry? It's okay if you don't want of course, thanks~

Would you be okay with summer prompt 1 with Lukas?

Total Count: 46

[femme-blem]

welcome to the community i love the blue!! could i please have a peri x f!reader initial interactions? thanks!

Are you trying to give Alfonse a heart attack?

But in all seriousness, I really liked doing this one once I got to thinking about it! I’m not 100% sure now if you meant reader as summoner but I already wrote it oops (feel free to send in another request if you wanted something else!)

Initial

Peri’s arrival in Askr was disconcerting for some of its members. She’s hardly the most questionable figure there - heck, she hardly makes the top ten. But her sheer energy and absolute enthusiasm for blood ‘n’ guts is a little overwhelming.

Due to her unpredictable nature and your special connection with heroes, it’s decided that you’ll keep an eye on her as she settles in.

She’s actually pretty good about listening to you during this period. Even with her personality, she’s still a retainer, and doesn’t mind tagging along while you go about your duties or following orders.

She has a million and one questions about everything, and though it starts to wear on you, you answer them as fully as you can.

She doesn’t understand why you don’t fight people yourself! What kind of Great Hero hasn’t killed ANYBODY? After you explain what you do and how fighting really isn’t your job, she still doesn’t totally get it, but promises to kill enough bad guys for the both of you.

You do run into trouble when one of the heroes you butt heads with confronts you about a controversial point in your latest battle plan. They’re very aggressive about it and, unluckily for them, not acquainted with Peri. The situation devolves into holding Peri back at she threatens them and yells about how the summoner is the nicest and cutest and most patient person ever and that they’ll pay for being so mean to her!!

They make themselves scarce, and Peri questions why you didn’t punish them. You explain that even if people don’t agree with you, they’re still your allies, and ultimately want you to succeed (even if they have a funny way of showing it). You thank her for being concerned about you - and calling you cute - but you shouldn’t assault people for being rude.

You apologize to the other hero later, but you notice that they do keep their attitude in check. Silver linings.

After the Askrans conclude that Peri can probably behave without being constantly observed, you breathe a sigh of relief. Or, you feel you should have. In reality, you feel a little disappointed. Even with her eccentricities, Peri really is sweet, and you enjoy being around her.

Peri seems to feel the same. When they inform her, she gets upset and runs off, not even looking back when you call for her.

You spend the rest of the day looking for her, but can’t find her anywhere. You’re getting worried and considering calling a search party when you hear your name. You turn to find Peri presenting you with a plate of something that smells incredible.

“Here, I made this just for you! Since we won’t be having fun together any more, I wanted to say thanks for being so nice and spending lots of time with me!”

“Thank you, Peri. This is delicious! But…what makes you think I’ll stop spending time with you?”

To Peri’s delight, and your own, you end up remaining as close as you were when she was summoned. The Askrans and quite a few of the heroes don’t completely understand, but at least they don’t have to worry as much about you on the field with Peri looking out for you.

[avisteliterature]

Adoring Care

Alfonse (Fire Emblem) x Reader

RATING: Teen

GENRES: Fluff/ Hurt/ Comfort

WORD COUNT: 407

SUMMARY: You accidentally cut yourself with a knife while cooking, and Alfonse is concerned over your injury.

You hiss sharply, your brows knitting together as you immediately set the knife down. You're quick to wash the fresh wound and retrieve a clean rag to press against your finger. It doesn't necessarily hurt, but it's still more than enough to make you wince in discomfort. You shift your weight to one foot, lamenting your luck.

"Ah, Summoner—!" While they might not have seen, the other Heroes in charge of kitchen duty can easily surmise what happened, judging by your state and rush over to your side. "We'll take over things from here. Please go and rest and continue to apply pressure."

Although a bit disgruntled and embarrassed at having bothered the others by your blunder, you graciously take them up on their kind offer and leave the kitchen to not get in the way. You've barely taken a step forward when Alfonse calls your name, coming down from the halls to check up on you and greet you. His eyes fall upon the rag you're pressing around your finger, and concern crosses over his features.

"What happened?" He asks, trying to inspect the wound from where he is, not wanting to intrude on your personal space. He knows how defensive you can get whenever you're hurt and tries to respect your boundaries.

"I, uh... was a bit dumb and accidentally cut myself with the knife," you answer rather straightforwardly, if not a bit hesitantly out of fear that he would judge you for being so careless.

"Does it hurt?" The prince questions further.

You shake your head. "It doesn't really hurt, but it's... a bit uncomfortable, I guess?" You give a weak and feeble laugh. "I'm just a bit shaky right now because it was bleeding a bit, and uh... yeah, well, you know how it is."

Alfonse nods his head, offering his sympathies. You don't deal well with blood, especially seeing your own. As such, you're always careful in making sure you doesn't get any cuts. Other injuries are a bit more tolerable, but anything that breaks the skin and makes you bleed is too much for you.

"Well, I'm glad you're okay for the most part," Alfonse says, carefully reaching out to stroke your cheek with his palm as a small gesture of comfort. "I hate seeing you hurt or in pain."

You break out into a smile, leaning further into the prince's touch. "Thank you..." you breathe out. "For caring about me."

[avisteliterature]

A Little Jealousy

Alfonse (Fire Emblem) x Reader

RATING: General

GENRES: Fluff

WORD COUNT: 558

SUMMARY: Alfonse gets jealous of how friendly the other Heroes are with you.

Alfonse always prided himself in being a calm and rational man who made judgments based on logic and reason rather than emotion. As the one next in line for the throne, he needed to be impartial and not let his feelings get the better of him. ...But this wasn't something he could just brush aside so easily.

He watched with irritation barely visible on his face as the more flirtatious of the Heroes crowded around you, the Summoner, showering you with frivolous words of love and attention. Alfonse tried desperately to ignore it at first, knowing full well that you weren't someone he could just monopolize, especially after considering your important role within the ranks of the Order. And yet... it irked him. The Askran prince was peeved that so many men and women alike would be so overly friendly with you. Then again, it was better that they be friendly rather than spiteful, but this was just too much. Alfonse had enough.

He stormed up to the group and muttered a quick excuse about how he needed to talk to you about something before taking your wrist in his hand and dragging you away. You trailed behind him, stumbling as you struggled to keep up, a sense of dread filling you that perhaps you did something to upset the young man.

The moment the two of you were alone, Alfonse immediately let go and ran a hand through his hair, letting out an aggravated sigh. You flinched, and you bowed your head low, your shoulders rising up in defense. "I'm sorry..." you whispered, uncertain for what exactly you were apologizing for but nevertheless felt it necessary to say.

Alfonse turned around to face you, confusion on his face towards your apology before his features turned to one of realization and then guilt. "No, you didn't do anything wrong," he tried to assure you. "I'm not mad at you, I promise. I'm just... I'm just frustrated with myself."

"About what?" You questioned with a confused tilt of your head.

"It's... Well, I..." Alfonse struggled to find the words, huffing in a frustrated manner as he ran his hand through his hair once more. "I hate how jealous I get whenever I see somebody else acting all friendly with you. I know that it's not like I can keep you all to myself, but it's just... It makes me feel inadequate, somehow."

"Oh..." you breathed out, finally understanding why Alfonse was behaving the way he was. You found yourself smiling, feeling oddly touched that he would love you to that extent to feel that way. You stepped closer to the Askran prince and gently took his hands. You sighed, lessening the distance between you both even further as you laid your head against his shoulder.

"Alfonse... I'm yours," you reminded him. "No matter whoever or however many people are friendly towards me, you're the only one in my heart. You're the only one I love like this. My heart is yours. Everything that I am is yours and yours alone."

Alfonse stared at you for a while, unable to speak. He squeezed your hands, and you squeezed back in return. The prince smiled at you, and he nuzzled his cheek against yours. "You belong to me," he whispered a reaffirmation.

"Mm-hmm. I belong to you and no one else."

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Take a Break

Alfonse (Fire Emblem) x Reader

RATING: General

GENRES: Fluff

WORD COUNT: 301

SUMMARY: You're frustrated with your art, and Alfonse suggests you take a break from it.

You groaned to yourself, slamming your sketchbook shut and haphazardly threw it across the table alongside your pencil. You threw your head back in frustration, pressing the heels of your palms against your closed eyes.

"Ugh, I hate this! I suck at art and everything else that I do!" You yelled out into the empty air, hoping to get your insecurities out of your system.

Alfonse, who was sitting beside you while reading a book, turned his head to face you with a look of sympathy. "Calm down, my love. You know that isn't true."

You sighed, allowing your arms to flop down listlessly by your side, your head still tilted back as you stared blankly at the ceiling above you. "I know," you breathed out. "I know that, but still. I can't help but feel that way. I know I'll get over these feelings eventually, but it still sucks."

"Maybe you should take a break," Alfonse suggested.

You groaned once more, closing your eyes shut. "Maybe. But I don't know what else to do. I need other hobbies, ugh." You then sighed for the umpteenth time, opening your eyes and turned to face Alfonse with a childishly pleading expression.

"Can I have a hug...?"

Alfonse smiled warmly at you, not even hesitating for a second as he put his book away and stretched out his arms for you. You were quick to climb onto his lap (much to his embarrassment) and nestle yourself comfortably against his chest. You could hear Alfonse laughing quietly underneath his breath as he wrapped his arms around you and held you tight.

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll find your confidence again soon, but for now, just take your time to focus on yourself and doing things that make you happy at the moment, okay?"

"Mkay..."

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Happy Kisses

Alfonse (Fire Emblem) x Reader

RATING: General

GENRES: Fluff

WORD COUNT: 187

SUMMARY: You and Alfonse share a kiss.

You were giggling, unable to stop the happy noises from leaving your lips. Seeing his partner so happy like this, Alfonse couldn't stop from smiling himself, chuckling quietly underneath his breath. You sat comfortably on his lap, almost as if it was only natural for you to sit there. Alfonse had his arms wrapped around your waist, loosely pulling you closer against him.

Your smile reached your eyes, and you carefully took the prince's face into your hands, your touch warm. "I love you, Alfonse," you crooned. "So, so much."

"I love you too, my dearest," Alfonse replied without missing a beat, his expression mirroring yours. "With my whole heart and soul."

You beamed at that, and your smile widened. You leaned down just as Alfonse leaned forward, the two of you meeting in the middle and sharing a kiss. You giggled into the kiss, and you could feel Alfonse smiling against your lips, his arms tightening ever so slightly around your waist.

You both pulled away from each other with a soft and blissful sigh, adoration for the other being the only thing on your faces.

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His Muse | Alfonse x Reader

》 RATING: General | GENRE: Fluff | 784 words 》 SUMMARY: Alfonse's drawings lack a certain something, but he figures out what it is soon enough.

Alfonse sighs to himself as he places his incomplete drawing on the bedside table, running his free hand through his hair as his eyes glance towards the drawn piece. Even if he tries not to let the straightforward comments of Anna and Sharena on his work bother him, a part of him can't help but agree with them, much to his chagrin. He's self-critical, gaze scrutinizing the quill strokes on parchment. Objectively, the prince's techniques are highly skilled, but as stated before, his works lack something that would give them life. His drawings, while nice to look at in terms of skill, aren't worth a second glance if they remain boring.

There's a gentle knock on his door that pulls him out of his thoughts. Alfonse looks at his lackluster drawing one last time before moving to answer the door. The Askran prince blinks in surprise to find you standing there, your hands innocently folded behind your back as you flash him a nervous smile.

"You looked upset when you left," you explain with sympathy and concern laced in your voice. "I wanted to see if you were alright."

"I'm fine," he answers with a small smile but still steps to the side and opens the door further, gesturing with his other hand for you to come inside.

You're comfortable enough in entering the bedroom after having spent many nights in there, both passionate and innocent in nature. There's no need for you to hold up any sort of appearances or pretenses in the comfortable privacy of this place that you both deemed belonged to the both of you alone.

Alfonse shuts the door behind you while you approach his bed to sit. You catch a glimpse of his drawing from earlier in the day, and you start to get an idea as to what it might be that's on the young man's mind. The blue-haired prince takes his spot beside you and leans his head against your shoulder with a defeated sigh.

"I wonder what it is that I'm missing," he muses while his eyes remain downcast on the floor.

"You mean for your drawing?" You ask to confirm, and he gives a small dejected nod of his head. A warm smile makes its way to your face as you stroke his hair. With a thoughtful hum, you suggest, "Maybe you lacked interest in the subjects? I mean, you were drawing for money that you weren't even going to be able to keep anyways, so what if you try drawing something that interests you?"

Alfonse straightens up on the bed, his eyebrows pulled together in contemplation. "Something that interests me..."

You point towards yourself and laugh. "How about me?" You offer.

Of course, you were half-joking, so you can't help but be surprised when the prince's features light up instantaneously at your offer. "Yes, that sounds like a good idea!" He exclaims in agreement with newfound vigour, and you can't find it in your heart to take back your words. In any case, it's always a pleasure to see Alfonse all excited like this since it's rather rare.

The Askran prince gets up from the bed to retrieve a few pieces of parchment and a quill from his desk. He pulls up a chair to sit across from you, and you bite at your lower lip in nervousness as you're not sure how to pose yourself. It seems like it isn't necessary though because he's already started sketching, the sound of quill on parchment filling the room.

You will yourself to relax, your attention focused on Alfonse's determined face. It's a bit cute, actually, and you can't help but smile fondly at him. You decide to tease him later about his little quirk of sticking the tip of his tongue out of the corner of his mouth, but for now, you're more than satisfied to watch him like this.

It never occured to you that Alfonse would be skilled in drawing. You knew of his strength in battle and the way he carried himself definitely showed his station. You've seen him training along with the other Heroes and reading books late into the night at the library, but that was about it. You weren't aware if he had any other hobbies, and it both surprised and pleased you to have learned something new about him.

"I've finished," the prince exhales, and you raise your eyebrows in surprise.

"That was quick," you say, genuinely impressed, as you stand up from the bed and make your way over to him to have a look at his piece.

Alfonse smiles in your direction, warmth behind his eyes as he bashfully shares his work. "I was inspired."

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Jumping to Conclusions | Alfonse x Reader

》 RATING: Teen | GENRE: Humour/Fluff | 647 words 》 SUMMARY: It's a misunderstanding.

There's a high-pitched scream that echoes throughout the castle walls, alarming the residing Heroes inside. Alfonse recognizes the owner of the voice straight away, and he's the first one to jump into action while the others are still in stunned confusion. The Askran prince bolts out of the room with immense speed, much to everybody's shock with some slightly impressed as they've never seen the young prince run that fast before, even in battle.

There's only one goal in Alfonse's mind, his cape blowing behind him as his features are drawn to a more determined expression, eyebrows scrunched together and lips painted into a frown. A million thoughts and scenarios run through his head, all at the same time. He can only hope that no danger has befallen the Order of Heroes' precious Summoner, or else there will be hell to pay.

Alfonse sees his target in sight, and he mentally prepares himself for whatever he might find, swallowing the unpleasant lump in his throat. With a large bang, he frantically opens the door to your assigned room before allowing his hand to fly towards the hilt of his blade out of pure instinct. He calls for you, the desperation evident in his tone.

The Askran prince doesn't see anything out of place before somebody rushes over to him, practically jumping the unsuspecting young man. It takes him a second to realize that it's none other than the Summoner he was worried for, but you look to be fine asides from the fact that you're only wearing your underwear.

A heavy blush appears on Alfonse's cheeks as he tries to pry his gaze away, but you peer up at him with scared eyes. "Alfonse! Please, kill it!" You beg as you sharply point your finger towards your bed.

Alfonse follows his gaze to where you're directing, and all he sees are your clothes lying on your bed. ...No, wait, upon closer inspection, he sees a black dot scurrying around your clothes and realizes that it's none other than a spider. The young man brings he's attention back to you who's obviously terrified of the small insect.

Quietly breathing out a sigh of relief to himself that there was nothing major to worry about, Alfonse walks over to the bed and picks up the innocent critter with a sheet of paper from the bedside drawer. He brings it over to the window and lets the spider out. Just as the prince turns to assure you that it's alright now, you're already running up to him and wrapping your arms around his figure.

"Thank you," you breathe out, allowing your head to rest upon his armoured chest.

The expression on Alfonse's gaze grows soft as he carefully returns the embrace, and the pair of you fall into an easy and comfortable silence with each other. The moment is ruined, however, when you hear a group of hurried footsteps approaching the room, and you both look up to see who it is.

Commander Anna's face pops up at the doorway first, concern visible on her features. "We heard a scream! Are you..."

The redhead trails off as she stares at the scene with slight confusion at first. Alfonse doesn't seem to understand her behaviour until he realizes just how scandalous this whole scene might look like with him embracing you so intimately while you're practically wearing nothing. The Askran prince immediately peels himself away, his entire face burning with embarrassment and shame.

"Commander Anna, I swear this isn't what it looks like!" He tries to defend himself, frantically waving his hands in front of him.

Anna smirks. She believes the ever innocent prince, but she still can't help but want to tease him. "Of course, of course. We'll just leave you two to it then. Be sure to watch your voices; these castle walls have cracks in them."

"Commander Anna!!"

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Alfonse and a Jealous Summoner HCs

Anonymous requested: Alfonse reacting to jealous summoner, Alfonse not allowed to have fangirls 😂😂😂 I took a bit of freedom with this prompt, I hope that's fine.

As the heir to the throne, it's no surprise that many eyes would be on Alfonse. What baffles his sister's mind, however, is how Alfonse doesn't seem to realize that some of those eyes are not to criticize him as future king of Askr, but are instead eyes of admiration and pining. And of course, with you possessing similar feelings to those of adoration, you were aware of how popular Alfonse was, with both men and women wanting to be closer to him.

Your jealousy was difficult to hide. As Summoner and tactician to the Order of Heroes, you spent a lot of your time by his side, so whenever somebody would approach him with ulterior motives, the air around you would change. It wouldn't be noticeable to others, but Alfonse gave you more attention than others, so of course he would realize the shift, however subtle, in your behaviour.

Jealousy made you feel ugly, so it was natural to keep these feelings bottled up. In the end, it was up to Sharena to clear the air and explain things to Alfonse. At first, he was in disbelief. You? Jealous? Over him? But somehow, he felt a bit flattered. Not wanting you to dwell on such an emotion and hoping to assure you, Alfonse would steal away some of your time if you were willing, quelling your relentless thoughts with affection, saying the things you needed to hear while holding, kissing, and loving you so deeply to leave no room for doubt.

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Rare Sight | Alfonse x Reader

》 RATING: General | GENRE: Fluff | 169 words 》 SUMMARY: Alfonse sees something he usually doesn't see, but it's a welcome sight all the same.

Alfonse can't help but notice the change in your behaviour and demeanour today. You seem much more cheerful and relaxed that what he was used to seeing. You're even engaging yourself in conversations with the Heroes you're familiar with rather than sitting by yourself to stew in your thoughts.

The prince can't tell what the reason for this behaviour of yours is, but he doesn't complain about it. It's a nice change of pace, and it's quite refreshing. More than anything, though, he's always pleased to see you more at peace. He enjoys seeing you happy.

Perhaps it's because he stares at you for a second too long, your gaze locks with his, and you offer him a large and unreserved smile. That sight alone is enough to send his heart racing, and his cheeks flare as he abruptly looks away out of embarrassment. He raises a hand to cover his mouth.

He was not prepared for that cute and carefree smile of yours to be thrown his way.

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oh!oh! How about Alfonse and his S/O sleeping together, until Alfonse just starts mumbling sweet nonsense. my heart ooof

This is such a cute prompt... I love sleepy dazed fluff; it's one of my favourite kinds of fluff

It was an incredibly long day. You grinded through several battles against the Tempest, draining both you and your team to the point of exhaustion. It was unsurprising that you fell asleep first, the fatigue catching up with you.

Alfonse, who lay by your side, was close to falling asleep as well. He held you close to him, legs tangled together while underneath the warmth of the covers. His eyelids felt heavy, but it was in quiet moments like these that he allowed himself to open up his heart.

It's true that the two of you were in a relationship, but he still had difficulties properly voicing his feelings. He held himself back out of embarrassment and fear, but with you nuzzled against him and sleep at the edge of his mind, he spoke freely.

"I love you..." he muttered slowly, pressing his lips on the crown of your head. "You're so cute and amazing... I feel safe when I'm with you, and you bring me so much joy every day. I feel like I can face the future because of you..."

A quiet yawn escaped the prince's lips, and he squeezed you closer against him. "I want to stay with you for the rest of my life..."

His breathing eventually evened out, and he soon found himself joining you in your dreams for the night.