#askr x reader

[cherry-flavoured-thot]

Would you mind writing some sweet Askr smut? There really aren't enough x reader fics about my man

we need to fix that! is this smutty yes? explicit? not really.

You can always tell when Askr's eyes linger. He doesn't exactly hide it either. If you manage to catch him staring at you from across the room; adoration clouding his gaze. He'll simply grin at you. If you question him, he'll always say something along this lines of you being "as radiant as the day he met you," and as such he can't help but stare. And if he manages to get you alone he just can't seem to keep his hands off of you. He'd keep you alone by his side all day if he could.

"I'd keep you with me for an eternity if I thought I'd get away with it." If the earnesty in his voice wasn't enough to convince you of his sincerity, his actions most certainly were. His eyes linger on your form, but his hands are always grasping for your flesh. "You're perfect." He utters, he may be a god but his love for you lingers on worship. Always seemingly in awe when peeling back the layers of your robes, declarations of your beauty leaving his lips.

He finds it hard to control himself. When you're sprawled out bare at his mercy. But he still manages to craddle your face in his his hands, stroking his thumbs in circular motions on your cheeks. "Let me have you, please." He already has you. He could very well do whatever he likes with you in this position. He knows that, as do you. But he wants to hear you say it.

"I'm yours." It's those two words that drive him. That he thinks about whenever you lie next to him, or he crosses paths with you in this castle. He can't keep you away for an eternity, but in this moment, he has you all to himself. Pleasured sighs and moans all for him, his name on your lips as sweet as a prayer, as he buries himself inside you.

[glowingbadger]

Hey remember all those things I said I had on my queue and was working on? Yeah this isn't one of those- it just, like, arrived in my brain fully formed and here it is. Far be it from me to turn away from something that breaks through my writer's block lmao. Askr's godly bull-cock got me feeling some kinda way these days I guess.

Once again this is one that I wrote almost entirely in one sitting, so I'm sure I'll spend my work shift tomorrow fixing type-os, weird phrasing and word repetition lmaooo

CW: Mating, "in heat," size kink, like, kind of unrealistic levels of size kink tbh his cock is fucking absurd and I don't care fight me

Askr (FEH) x Reader/Summoner (AFAB, no pronouns)

NSFW 18+

Askr, the God of Openness himself and namesake of the very land that the Order of Heroes calls home, is not at the bottom of the list of heroes you'd expect to run into during a clandestine midnight snack-run, but he's certainly nowhere near the top. Though, as you head from the pantry with pastry in hand, colliding with a hard wall of towering muscle does help to narrow down who you'd guess you had run into. Your face flushes just slightly as you glance up at him, still very much sharing personal space.

"Oh- Askr! Sorry, I-"

"There you are," he says, an odd note of relief in his voice. You frown a bit, confused, and instinctively move to step away. To your surprise, a strong arm wraps firmly around your waist, pulling you decisively back to him.

"Askr, what-"

His lips are on yours in an instant, the pastry in your hand tragically falling by your feet in the rush of shock, confusion, and hot, insistent arousal. A shaky moan escapes you as his tongue enters your mouth. Your hands are trembling, clenching tight around the front of his clothes, though you can hardly feel them; in fact, for some time, you can't seem to feel anything but body warmth and Askr's deep, impassioned kiss. His tongue toys with yours, firm, but never overly rough. He's a surprisingly adept kisser- it's your last coherent thought before the cavalcade of sensations washes your mind clear. At some point, he's pressed you to the closed pantry door, trapping you between it and his powerful frame. In the dizzying frenzy, it's as if you can feel his hands everywhere- fingers in your hair one moment, then his palms running the curve of your breasts, your hips, then grabbing firmly at your ass to keep you flush against him. At this, you realize that he's even lifted you a couple inches from the ground, and yet he supports you effortlessly. It's only when you notice him beginning to tug away your cloak- hastily thrown on over your sleeping clothes for this errand -that you manage to part from his lips with a ragged breath.

"What- what are you doing?!" you gasp out the words, though you can't bring yourself to even try to escape his embrace. If anything, Askr seems perplexed by your question, his brow furrowing and furry pointed ears twitching curiously as he replies,

"My Heat has begun, Summoner. I have need of a mate," your heart leaps at the words, and he nears your lips once more, warm hands sliding up your thighs and along your hips, "And I desire you far more than any other."

"Oh..." when he begins kissing you again, it's gentler- at least to start. You get the sense that he's gauging your reactions, eager to earn your little whimpers and sighs of encouragement. As you subconsciously allow yourself to melt back into him, it's not long before you feel his breath coming heavier, his hands gripping you tighter against him. It's maddening- his heat?? You'd heard that some of the other beast-folk in the castle experience similar fits of need, but you'd never considered that this land's God would be subject to the same. And to think that he wants you as his mate. Not to say that you had never considered sharing his bed, but this is all so sudden-

The thought finally occurs to you that you're pinned to the outer pantry door still, tongue tangled with a god in full view of anyone else in search of a late-night snack, and you break from him with a haggard, panting breath.

"Askr-" your hands are resting on his warm, firm chest, your body flush to his, "Not- not here."

At first, he looks about to protest. Then, he nods with an accommodating smile.

"Ahh, that's right, humans prefer a measure of discretion when mating, correct?"

"Uh, yeah, typically- woah-!"

Just as you've finally caught your breath, you're swept into Askr's arms, carried with ease down the hall towards your quarters.

The second you're beneath him on your bed, Askr begins undressing you, seemingly exerting enormous self-control to avoid damaging the seams. His own clothing comes off in bits and pieces between frantic kisses and caresses, the last of it even simply vanishing as though it had been merely manifested by his power alone. He hardly gives you time to consider the mechanics; the moment he has access to your bared upper body, his strong hands hold you close and his lips are at your breasts. His mouth is warm on your skin as he kisses you firmly, his teeth grazing just harsh enough to mark you more than once. Your fingers weave through his hair, as soft and thick as the fur of his ears, and you murmur his name,

"A... Askr, have you... been with a human before?"

"Several- it is a joy to bond more deeply with the mortals of the many realms," he says with a smile, his lips brushing your stiffening nipple as he speaks, "Though there has been none other that I was quite so fond of as I am of you."

This nonchalant response sends your heart thudding rapidly. Still, it is a comfort that he seems to understand that he must prepare you, and what's more, he seems to revel in the process. His tongue circles your nipple, and your head turns to the side with a pleasured sigh. He's practically nuzzling your breasts, his hips shifting subtly between your thighs as though he simply cannot help wanting to rut against you.

"Ohh..!" You feel the heat and pressure of his rigid cock pressing to your warmth, and the sensation sends a jolt up through your center. Askr may be in the throes of his Heat, but you're quickly finding yourself every bit as needy.

As his lips travel lower, sparking tender nerves down your torso as his hands adore your hips and thighs, you run your fingers through his hair and softly whimper his name. Then, his kiss sinks between your thighs, his fingers part your lower lips and his tongue immediately finds your clit. Now, his name is a desperate cry between breathless moans. With slow but firm strokes, he rubs and massages the little nub until it's stiff and aching for him, and your body arcs up from the bed. Without thinking, you grab hold of one of his horns and tug, hips rolling against him, grinding onto his tongue, and you feel him laugh through his nose.

"If I didn't know better, I would say you appear to be entering your own Heat."

His breath is hot against your skin, and the moment he's done speaking, his mouth is hard at work once more. Askr possesses none of the hesitation or timidity of some other men; he happily buries himself between the plush wetness of your folds, long passes of his tongue lavishing your most sensitive nerves with affection. From the flat of his tongue to the more pointed and focused feeling of the tip, he tastes you any way he can, spoils you with every kind of sensation, groans unabashedly against you when you tug at his horns. When your climax nears and your thighs begin to tremble around him, he grabs them in his hands and doubles down, kissing and sucking your quivering little clit until, with a gasping cry of his name, you feel it. The tingling heat of your orgasm rushes through you, tightening your nerves and then leaving you breathless and boneless as you slump back onto the bed. You're panting softly, your hand still fondly combing through his dark cobalt hair.

Despite the urgency of his needs, Askr allows you a few spare moments to rest. He occupies himself with kissing the softness of your inner thighs, caressing them in his large, strong hands, until it seems he simply can't delay any longer.

When he rises to kneel over you, your legs parted around him, you blink your eyes back into focus and get your first clear look at his frame. Every inch of his body is carved to perfection, his brown skin smooth across flawless muscle that flexes subtly with every movement. His tail whips impatiently behind him, though his eyes on you are warm and affectionate still. Then, your gaze lowers, and your eyes widen. His cock towers between your thighs, the shockingly thick shaft punctuated with veins leading up to a bulging head with a prominent crown that you can't help but imagine rubbing you inside. It's hard to determine whether his length or girth is more impressive, and his balls are large and heavy enough to match. You catch your breath, feeling the heat surge through your nerves.

"Oh, wow, you're uh... big..." your voice is barely audible, but he smirks at your words.

"I will start slow," he assures you, leaning down to kiss you once more as your bodies begin to move together. The moment the swollen head of his cock is nestled between your lower lips, just beginning to push into you, you gasp softly, then whimper his name as you feel each inch start to stretch you open around him. He's panting hard- you wonder if from the stimulation, or the effort to restrain himself. Likely both. His muscles are tight, his brow deeply furrowed as he drives deeper still, yet retains a slow and careful pace.

Your nails drag down his powerful arms, yet he hardly seems to notice, certainly doesn't flinch even for an instant. When your eyes catch his at last, they appear hazy and unfocused, and only become more distant as his hips begin to move.

"Oh--!!" You breathe out as his cock pistons into you, steady and firm, filling you deeper than anyone has ever reached before. You feel a jolt of pain in your belly, but also, the warm bliss of absolute satisfaction. Drooling with arousal, your cunt is wrapped tight around his length, filled utterly and completely with each sway of his hips. Just as you'd imagined, the ridge of his crown massages a thousand different tender spots with every thrust, like some sort of erotic toy- like Askr's body was made for this pleasure.

Before long, he's bucking into you faster, harder, and you're not sure he even realizes it. Without a word or a thought, he lifts your legs up onto his shoulders, never easing his pounding, punishing thrusts. His massive length is coated in your juices, allowing him to stuff you full again and again despite his overwhelming size. The only sounds he offers are occasional grunts and moans. His eyes are glazed over, lost in his drive toward relief, and it finally occurs to you how he must have strained to contain himself until now. Now, you're not even certain if he would hear you if you spoke his name, though you gasp it out into the quiet of the night all the same.

"Fuck..!"

Your head tilts back on the pillow at a sudden deep and decisive thrust. If you weren't bent into a mating-press, you even wonder if you'd be able to see the bulge of his immense member throbbing within you. A particularly fierce groan of pleasure draws your focus, however, and you feel Askr's pace stutter as he fucks desperately into you. You only have a moment to wonder if he's reaching his climax, before the potent twitching and swelling of his cock catapults you towards your own.

"Ah... Askr!!"

Your toes curl, your thighs shake, your eyes roll back. It's only when you feel a tell-tale heat dripping from your cunt and down your ass that you realize he'd cum as well, all without easing his pace for even a moment. Even the rush of his orgasm doesn't slow him in the slightest. Askr holds firm at your hips and slams into you just as vigorously, even as you feel the last throb of the aftermath of his release. The only concession he offers is to lower your legs from his shoulders, but the moment they're out of his way, he presses his larger body down onto you and his lips are at the crook of your throat.

"Mmmh, Summoner... my beloved mate..." his voice is low and lustful, the relentless sway of his hips still pounds him into you, "You feel perfect... I... I need more-"

His teeth press to your skin, quickly marking you, and it's all you can manage to run your shaky hand up his neck and into his hair. Briefly, you imagine yourself emerging from your room tomorrow morning, unsteady on your feet and covered in Askr's love-bites. If your mind had room for anything but sexual bliss, you might have felt bashful about the idea. Instead, your fingers curl, nails dragging along his scalp as his lips travel back to your breasts. Between panting breaths and bruising kisses, he groans out,

"You... take me so well, my Summoner," you feel yourself tighten around him at the word 'my,' squeezing around his rock-hard cock, "Your body... Nngh-" he throbs, grinding deep within you, "So good... I-I need... Mmmh-!"

In the throes of his mating frenzy, you're shocked he can still coordinate himself to manage it, but he slides a hand down your body to rub his thumb firm against your clit. You gasp aloud, throwing your head back and scraping your nails down his arms. Your legs tremble around his hips, still bucking and swaying against you, and in the intensity of this whirlwind of sensation, you're almost embarrassed by how quickly you cum. Slick covers his thick shaft once again, welcoming him into you still.

Gods above, are you going into a Heat of your own, just as he'd said? You can't imagine how else you've managed to take this- you're swept up into his pace, more than happy to give yourself over to his seemingly endless appetite.

"Fuh- Fill me, Askr," you moan out, barely able to meet his heated gaze, "Give it to me- muh-more! Ohh!"

His cock throbs from base to tip, stimulating your every aching nerve. The sound the utters could only be called a growl, and his grip at your hips is nearly painful.

"I- I can take it..!" you're breathless, but force the words out, "Cum for your mate, Askr!"

This time, when he cums, it shakes him from his pace. His hands slam down on the mattress on either side of you, and he sheaths every inch of that incredible bull-cock in your abused but soaking wet pussy. It hurts, yes- but gods, the pressure is mind-numbing, all-consuming bliss. As he unloads volley after volley of hot release into you, you feel your entire body tingling and your mind going white. And at last, he moans your name- not 'summoner,' not 'mate,' but your name.

The moment he's ridden out the wave of his second climax, Askr exhales heavily. Then, still fully inside of you, he wraps an arm around you and cradles you to his sturdy body, kissing you slowly and deeply. A pathetic little whimper escapes through your nose, and if you could feel any of your limbs, you'd have liked to hold him in turn. Instead, he gradually parts from your lips and eases you back down, then turns you onto your stomach.

"You should not make a habit of tempting me with such words," he says as he moves to mount you from behind, "If you indulge me, I will have no choice but to take you until sunrise and then some."

Strong hands grab roughly at your backside, spreading you open to receive him once more. The new angle awakens nerves that had begun to acclimate to your prior position. It's like he's stretching you all over again, fitting you around him in a new way that as you panting and whining beneath him, fingers clenching hard around the sheets. Askr draws close, the warmth of his body surrounding you as he fucks into you once more, your cum and his both slickening his manhood, making a mess of your inner thighs.

You lose track of time after this- how long does he take you, and how many times? There's no telling, it's all a blur of hands down your body, lips at your neck and shoulders, and his member rutting into you until he's spilled another sizeable load or two of his release into you- perhaps more, as he's proven fully capable of fucking you through his orgasm. By the time you gather yourself to speak, you're a wreck of flushed and bitten skin, disheveled hair and trembling limbs.

"Nh... Askr, you... feel so good, I-I'm not sure... how much more I can take..."

Askr gives a short and gentle laugh, holding you against him for a moment to kiss the shell of your ear.

"Rest, then- and we will continue when you are ready."

He eases his cock from you, which you note is barely any softer after all of this time. Thick and veined, its contours rub pleasurably against you even as he pulls out, and when you speak, your voice is breathy and weak,

"Are- are you sure you don't, uh, need more?"

You rally your muscles just enough to turn and look up at him, and he smiles that sweet, charming smile that you know so well.

"You are far too generous, Summoner- to all of us, I fear," he rises from the bed and takes his lower garment in hand, tying it around his waist as he gazes fondly down at you, "I will not claim to be fully sated- but I would much rather savor you than simply exhaust you," With a good-natured chuckle, he brushes a lock of your hair back into place, "I will have my fill of your pleasure- but there is no need to rush. My needs have been curbed for long enough to allow you that much, at the very least."

You smile back up at him, heart leaping at the handsome sight of him still mostly exposed and smiling with such open warmth.

"Now then," he says, turning towards the door, "You will need water, I imagine- and something to eat. Wait here, I won't be long."

Before you can say a word, he's out the door, and the thought immediately strikes you- he's simply strolling around the castle like that, with a mere sheet of fabric that doesn't even wrap all the way around his hips for cover. How many heroes might be wandering about the grounds, even at this hour? You envision Gaius on his way to raid the pantry. Linhardt or Lute on their way back from a late-night study session. Volke or Hubert doing... whatever it is that those sneaky sorts get up to at night. What are the odds that this night could stay strictly between you and Askr? Not high, with him waltzing about nearly nude, very obviously leaving and entering your bedroom. Aside from which, from the sounds of it, you have several more intensive rounds of 'mating' to come. Your face warms and your lower body aches at the thought.

"Gods..." you mutter up at the ceiling, though you can't help a weary, blissfully happy smile.

[gojoidyll]

Askr grinned in amusement as he watched you press your face against his chest. A content sigh escaping your lips as you let your arms encircle his waist.

"Enjoying yourself?"

"Mmm, very much so."

No thoughts, just my face pressed against this lovely himbo bull's chest and abs 🥹

[emotionaldepravity]

Gifting various FE characters Valentines Chocolate...

Leo 

-Before you would even get the chance to present your gift, Leo would have realized your intentions.

“I hope I’m the only one you are offering that chocolate to. I’d hate to think I’d have to share your affections with someone else.”

-If you can manage to give him the chocolate without becoming too flustered he takes it happily. 

“I have gotten you something as well, [Y/N]. Please from the bottom of my heart, I hope it brings you as much joy as you bring me.”

Askr

-Askr would be so excited to be offered any gift, but from you in particular he is very pleased.

“A tribute? Thank you mortal! I am so happy that you would involve me in your Valentine’s ritual!”

-Never having chocolate before, he excitedly tries one. His smile grows and gets somehow brighter after he eats the first piece.

“Here why don’t you eat one as well! You worked so hard on them so we should enjoy the fruits of your labor together [Y/N]!”

Tana

-Tana would be extremely flustered.

“For me? Oh wow! Thank you [Y/N]. I’ll cherish this forever!”

-She extends her own handmade chocolates to you. The packaging is extra fancy and regal looking. 

“I was hoping I’d get to give you mine first, but you beat me to it. I promise next year I’ll be first!”

Tharja

-Tharja would look quite skeptical of the chocolates in your hand. 

“Did you curse them? I know would have if I were you. Why don’t you try one first?”

-Instead of letting you grab one yourself, she shoves a piece chocolate in your mouth. After a minute where nothing happens she decides to reply and offers, a bag of chocolates for you.

“I guess they were safe to eat after all. Huh. And here I put a love potion in yours just to be sure you only had eyes for me, [Y/N].”

Bonus Platonic one for Leif

-Leif would have quite of few chocolates gifted to him already, but he would be happy to accept yours too. 

“Thank you, [Y/N]. I really am happy that I got to see all my friends today.” 

-Leif looks pensively over the mountain of chocolate at his side and then back to you.

“Why don’t you take some of the chocolate yourself, and then lets give some to those who didn’t get any today. I’m sure they would really appreciate it.”

-As you pass them out to others, you notice that Leif had eaten at least once piece out of every set he received. 

[fire-emblem-drabbles]

By Your Side

Pairing: Alfonse x reader

Prompt: The summoner has a lot of anxiety :(

Description: When you found out there were small attacks all around Askr, you agreed it would be a good idea to stay behind at the castle to dispatch heroes to help defend the people. But when you find out that Alfonse has gone out alone to draw the enemy attack, you can't help but find yourself worrying about him.

Content Warning: None

Word Count: 1515

Notes: I finally got around to catching up in the story in feh, and when I played 8/3 I kinda lost my mind. Alfonse why would you go alone TAKE ME WITH YOU also this is not edited its...nearly 5 am. Happy cyl Alfonse!!

You couldn’t help but pace in worry at the castle. You should have known he would do something like this-- you should have insisted on going with him, or having a small unit follow him as he went off. Something, anything to ease your anxiety.

“Did he think I wouldn’t figure it out?” Between the look of guilt on Ratatoskr’s face and the serious one on his, there wasn’t much they could hide from you. More so because he asked you to stay here. You weren’t even able to join the small squad that went after his smoke signal, too nervous and jittery to join some of the heroes as they went with Anna, Sharena, and Ratatoskr to assist Alfonse. You were instead left at the castle, where the sheer amount of heroes around could assure your safety. You just wish he would have told you.

Now, all you could do was worry, anxiously watching the doors and waiting for your party to return home. Your lucky then, that not a moment later than a frown gracing your face do the doors open and welcome the party home. You rush to them, some quick words shared with commander Anna about the situation before you push past to Alfonse, taking in how he was a little worse for ware. You should have known to send a healer with them-- but that wasn’t what was important now.

“Alfonse…” You frown and take him in, seeing how troubled his features were. “You’re hurt.” You don’t know what else to say in the moment, gentle hand tracing the thin cuts along his face.

“Not too bad. Your reinforcements arrived just in time.” He smiles, soft and gentle at you. The same one that’s caused your heartbeat to pick up again and again.

“Still, come with me. Let’s get them taken care of.” It’s an obvious ploy to get him alone, that anyone could see but no one argues as you lead him away from the main entrance by hand. When the two of you are out of earshot, he speaks.

“I’m sorry to have worried you.” It’s the first thing that leaves his mouth, but you don’t stop walking with him, don’t stop holding his hand. You don’t even turn his way, least he see the emotion that’s surely taken over your features.

“I just…” You sigh, all too soon the two of you are outside the door to your chambers. “Please, come in.” You open the door and gesture for him to enter. Alfonse, the softest of frowns on his face, obliges, keeping his eyes on you even as he takes a familiar seat in your casual area. You follow in after him, closing the door and turning to him.

“I’ve been here how long, by your side, and you don’t think to tell me?” You didn’t mean to sound so accusatory, but the words seemed to have a mind of your own as the worry you once felt melts into hurt. “I know we didn’t have much time, but together we could have… could have thought of something better. Together.” You offer weakly, too pent up to sit and instead tugging at the sleeves of your cloak in attempt to stave off the excess energy you felt.

“_____…” It softens you, the way your name leaves him so gently. Even then, there���s a certain resolution to him as he speaks. “I… won’t say you’re wrong. But I would do it again.” He closes his eyes, something he tends to do when he felt serious enough. “We’re so close to peace, and I can’t let anything threaten it… knowing I was the enemies target, I had to act.”

“...Don’t you know peace will mean very little to Askr, if they lose their prince to get it?” Alfonse’s eyes seem to widen as I say the words, but I continue. “I, certainly, wouldn’t know what to do in a world where you weren’t by my side.” I sigh heavily, suddenly feeling very weary. I take a seat next to him on the love seat.

“...I know this. But I would still give my life to protect that peace, any time it was threatened. It it what a prince owes to his people.” He clutches the fabric of his pants tightly, something clearly still bothering him.

“Then you owe it to me, your tactician, to warn me when you go off defending that peace.” You reach for his hand again. In seeing this, Alfonse stops clutching at his pants and instead holds your hand in turn. “All I ask is that you try to refrain from doing something like this in the future.” Your eyes meet as you speak and suddenly you can feel warmth filling your cheeks.

“I’ll do my best.” Despite the heavy conversation, Alfonse manages a smile for you. He squeezes you hand gently as well, and you smile back.

“...I was really scared, when I heard word you were setting out alone.” I close my eyes, sitting back against the back of the couch. “For the first time in a long time, I felt kind of powerless. What could I do if I wasn’t by your side? If I wasn’t there to guide you and protect you.”

“I understand.” You can tell he’s choosing his words carefully. Was his heart beating as fast as yours? “There have been times in the past I failed to protect you, where I let the enemy get their hands on you…”

You think back to your time with Kvasir and Gulvieg. You were ultimately safe, and in fact treated rather well by both of them but the entire time, your allies were worried about you. You recall very clearly the relief on Alfonse’s face when you were reunited… And how happy you were to be with him again, too.

“But I always found you again. I was always the one fighting to get you back. I… never let anyone take that responsibility from me.” He admits freely, voice still sounding so clear. “When you’re not by my side, I also worry. I often don’t feel quite myself.” While this was something Alfonse had admitted before, it felt different all the sudden. “I need to protect this peace so I can experience it with you by my side, _____.” He smiles, shy and charming as he looks your way.

He’s not the same person you met when you were first summoned her. He’s grown, matured even more into his role as prince. You love him all the same, though. You’ve loved him this entire time. It gets caught in your throat every time though. You don’t want to ruin this. But you can’t imagine a life without him, either.

“I want to protect it with you. Always.” You hope that will suffice, with the way you squeeze his hand and emotion warbles in your tone. Even then, you want to tell him. There have been so many moments with him-- ones that have surely been more happy, more right. But you had never loved him more than you did in this moment, when the threat of losing him was suddenly so real.

You let the silence blossom between the two of you as your try to find your courage. As you clench and unclench his hand, take deep breaths and let them fall from your nose. As you close your eyes and sneak glances at him (noticing, with a flush, that he’s unabashedly studying you with a smile on his face).

“Alfonse?” You speak his name and look his way, even though you know you’ve already got his attention.

“Yes?” He hums softly in return. You swallow hard on the words that so many times have begged to leave your lips.

“I love you. I love you so much, I…” You stutter as you struggle to find the right words.

“I love you too.” He says it as if he has a million times. Maybe he has. “And I know how you feel,” He holds a sad smile, as he turns to you and cups your cheek with his free hand. “All I can say is that I’m here now. And I’m safe.”

“Don’t be so dumb again.” You close your eyes as you feel yourself begin to cry. Was it relief? Sadness? “Please?”

“Only if you promise the same.” He laughs softly, wiping your tears away. “You know… I never knew it would be so easy.” He confesses. “I had wanted to tell you for so long but…” There’s color to his cheeks, but fondness to his tone.

“I was just… thinking about how you could be gone, without me ever telling you, and I…” You shake your head. “It became more urgent, I suppose.” I laugh softly as well.

“Imagine how I felt.” He laughs as well, but it does cause you to pause and consider how he’s acted in the wake of your return from enemy encounters.

“Let’s promise to take better care of each other then.” You smile, moving in to press your forehead against his.

“Deal.”

[nabateaprodigy]

Hello! Can I request Fire Emblem Heroes King of Faerghus!Dimitri x Summoner!Reader where Dimitri confesses to the Reader by asking them to stay by his side like in his level 40 conversation but Reader thinks he means it more professionally/as an advisor, but ends with them getting together?

A King and his Summoner

Series: Fire Emblem.

Character: King of Faerghus!Dimitri.

Genre: Fluff.

Proofread: Yes.

Reader: Summoner!Reader.

Notes: Reader is Gender Neutral.

Ever since Dimitri had been summoned to Askr it had been something new and unexpected for him. His friends and loved ones were there. Along with other versions of himself and his friends!

It took him a while to adjust to this new kingdom and see different versions of his friends. However, Dimitri had someone there for him since he arrived to adjust to this new kingdom.

Who was that someone? Why it was you of course! Ever since you summoned Dimitri you and him grew with each other and developed a deep bond with one another.

From helping him in battle after battle and defeating countless foes. To help him understand how even ended up in Askr and explain things he was unfamiliar with.

Dimitri and you had been there for each other and became very close over time. Although lately, Dimitri had been thinking something over as of late. It's about you and how he felt towards you.

Dimitri valued his and your time together but wanted more for you and him to spend every day together. So he planned to tell you how he felt as he planned to with you later in the day. The time was quickly approaching so he left to speak with you at the location he told you to meet at.

When Dimitri arrived he already saw you there waiting for him. "Ah, summoner thank you for taking the time to speak with me," Dimitri spoke already relaxing by being near you.

"Of course, Dimitri getting to spend any more time with you. Is something I'd take the opportunity to do!" Always so kind and honest Dimitri liked that about you.

"There is something rather important I would like to speak with you about." He spoke again struggling to find his words. However, after some time he finally finds the words to say.

"When you summoned me here to Askr I had already been crowd King back home in Faerghus. But even as a King I continue to grow and learn new things. So far here in Askr all of that has been thanks to you summoner."

He paused for a moment before speaking once again. "Please summoner stand by my side and help me become a king Faerghus can be proud of!" He spoke now awaiting your response.

"But I already have been Dimitri! For the entire time, I have had you here with me. There was no need to speak with about this!" You let a chuckle after finishing what you said to him.

That...was not the response he was expecting maybe he should be more direct? Yes surely by being more direct about what he truly says and what he is feeling! "Ah of course summoner but I meant it in a different light."

"I wish for you to stand by my side as my king/queen. So that with you by my side I will have all the support and love I need. For the people of Faerghus to have a king they can be proud of."

You were stunned for a moment unsure of what to say. However, after a while, you gathered your thoughts and gave a response to Dimitri. "Oh, Dimitri so that's what you meant. Then yes I'll be your king/queen and stand by your side. By being with you I'll show Faerghus how lucky they are to have such an amazing king."

Dimitri smiled as he embraced you in a hug. "Thank you summoner you've truly made me a happy king. I love you." You hugged Dimitri. "And I love you too Dimitri."

[avisteliterature]

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..."

[mecharlie-fox]

Memoirs of a Summoner: Part 1

Rules are simple my fellow Summoners, the prompt works for anyone and everyone. Feel free to use them but with credits. This works for canon (Kiran, nonbinary/male/female), original characters, and self-inserts/readers. 

Ship intention: Alfonse X Reader / Summoner X Reader? Note: Okay uhh here’s a quick thing, the Summoner can be Kiran, your OC, whatever you’d like because there will be two important ppl in this short fic - YOU, the reader and the Summoner. So yeah, take your pick. And happy reading!

This is a really old fic that I made last year (May) 2021, I never went through with it but it was an interesting thought if we’re gonna you know... take in account of the official art for the Summoner. You see I like me my mystery men but the summoner can be any gender depending on your preference

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PART 1

You’re not the Summoner. You’re only but a faceless member of the Order of Heroes. You grew up reading and listening to stories about the Legendary Great Hero who would one day wield Breidablik to bring peace to the continent, and end this senseless war. You wanted to do your part, much like anyone else.

Commander Anna knows you - of course she does, as commander, she should know the names and faces of every single member who volunteered for this cause. And that alone she’s grateful to you.

But the Askran siblings - you know they were nice, and you know that they have the same goal as you. But you weren’t important and you weren’t a Hero - when you die, no one will remember your name. You’re just one of those nameless soldiers who died for the sake of their kingdom. A sacrifice. Cannon fodder.

You knew this and yet you fought anyway. It was all for your family. It was all for the friends you left in the village. Because someone needs to help.

Training was all left to you and ranking members who weren’t anything special in the order. Your captains did their best to make sure that your training was on par with the Heroes, making sure that none of you were in the way, making sure you all knew what to do. You were a few, couldn’t even call yourselves a platoon. A lot of people tend to forget that the Order had human beings like you, and when they say “Order of Heroes” it was.... well... always the Heroes and their reckless royal siblings.

The heir to the throne and his spare were both putting themselves at risks. Some of the few members understood it to be setting as an example, in hopes that more members would join and that they wouldn’t rely too much on Heroes. But in truth, it had an opposite effect. It was reckless, it was stupid, if both of them died, who would lead Askr to a future? If the King dies and both of them are gone, where is the future?

It wasn’t... royal like. You weren’t even part of the nobility, never even stepped foot into the royal castle. You were a mere commoner trying to make a living while protecting the kingdom in your own way. Even when there’s no recognition to it. The thought of fighting so your family wouldn’t was enough for you.

The Order didn’t make any money. It was mostly being funded by the government, and if the monthly budget didn’t make it - they had to think of ways. You reported the discovery of Aether Keep to the commander, and she commended you and your unit for a job well done. Your fellow members commended you guys for it, because it meant that no more part time jobs to feed those Heroes with your own labor. They weren’t all bad, the Heroes. Even though you were invisible to them, they showed kindness when they saw you.

But one thing did bother you. The royal siblings - Aether Keep was something of the past, to battle in the skies. It provided so much for the Order such as inns, crops, a music hall, everything they needed to relax for once instead of training on an endless basis. Yes, the commander, your comrades and some of the Heroes commended you for a job well done - but not them.

They were above you. You know that. They wouldn’t be talking to a lowly commoner like you, but it just bothered you. Because you and your unit found the Keep and yet... it was the Summoner who was congratulated. The Summoner who was praised.

You didn’t have any ill-will towards the Summoner. They were kind, concerned, innocent, good - they knew nothing about warfare and yet they did their part to help end this war. Just like you did when you first came. You were there to protect not for recognition.

Heroes who died could be revived, thanks to the Summoner’s powers. But your comrades... your comrades who fell did not share the same mercy from the gods. When they die, they die. Cannot be revived. It wasn’t the Summoner’s fault. You keep on telling yourself.

You saw it with your eyes. The Muspell flames.

Your task was simple, you and your unit were to go to a certain place in Askr to see what was going about. A woman who seemed to be like a Hero to you, was fighting by herself while the village was being destroyed, burn down into ashes until there was nothing left. You knew this village, you knew these fields - you used to come with your siblings to play around while your parents were having their own leisure of an alone time. 

Now it’s gone. Nothing but the red sky and ash smoke. You fought. You all fought. But it was no use. None of you had magic, that wasn’t the law of your world. Mages were rare and not all mages wanted to sacrifice their lives for nothing. You watched your captain burning, reaching his hand to you as you felt the painful fuel of the flames of Muspell.

Run. He said with his dying breath. Run. Warn them.

 Miraculously, as if it were the Dragon of Askr’s will - you made it back to the Order of Heroes. Your skin covered in burns and all you could mutter to your Commander was one phrase: The flames... the flames....

 None of them thanked you. Few of the Heroes (mostly the Heroes who healed you) thanked you for your service, and gave their condolences for the loss of your friends. You were in your room, ordered to stay in and rest, Sakura and Wrys would come to you four times a day to tend to your burns - and try to cheer you up. They would bring friends, although you were thankful for their kindness - your heart still felt the loss of your unit... your squad, your family.

The commander came and offered her condolences and had assured you that their families have been well compensated, all Anna hoped for was for you to forgive yourself. 

Even when you’re stuck in your room trying to regain your health, you weren’t important. You knew you weren’t important. Everyone was more focused on this new Hero named Fjorm from the Kingdom of Nifl. And as always, the Summoner was praised for finding her.

The Summoner this.

The Summoner that.

The Summoner wasn’t the one fighting the battles, it was all you and your comrades. The faceless, nameless comrades who died... who were just forgotten because they weren’t Heroes.

You couldn’t help but hate the Summoner. Hate the Prince. Hate the whole Order.

None of you were important. The volunteers from Askr were not important. Even when everyone dines together in the mess hall, you all knew your place. You had your own place at the edge of the hall as the Heroes dine and laugh with the higher members such as the commander, the Summoner, and the royal siblings. There was such a wall between the normal folk and the Heroes - there finally came a time where some volunteers... left during the war with Muspell and Embla.

Because you all didn’t feel welcome in the ranks at all.

"You’re leaving too?!” You could hear Commander Anna’s reaction from across the corridors of the ancient castle. 

“I am so sorry Commander.” Your fellow comrade bowed in apology, behind the pillar you couldn’t help but listen and started thinking for yourself as well. “But even when all our goals are the same, to stop this war and protect the ones we love... I don’t feel welcome at all Ma’am. It’s not your fault or the Heroes. It’s just... I can’t keep it up anymore. I’m tired of trying to keep up with big names and we’re just... us volunteers are just nothing.”

“Are... are you all feeling this way?” The Commander’s tone was sincere. Broken. As if she was starting to question her own leadership.

“We all have... especially since (y/n) came back to us.” Your comrade admitted in complete shame. “She and her unit... her captain brought out the best in us, trained us, took care of us. But seeing their sacrifices meant nothing to the Order - what’s the point of service if we’re just going to be forgotten in the end?”

“I didn’t...” The commander was in utter shock. She couldn’t comprehend on how this was going around the volunteer members. “I wasn’t...”

“We don’t blame you ma’am. And we are grateful for the opportunity to serve Askr. We have... outlived our purpose now, ma’am. With all of these Heroes, you don’t need us anymore.” He bowed, you couldn’t help but feel his full sense of hesitation and even regret. “I’m really sorry ma’am. I wish you the best on the war effort.”

You couldn’t help but wonder if it was right. Did you truly outlive your purpose?

The following morning wasn’t better when you saw your roommate packing up their things. And you said. “You’re leaving too, huh?”

“Yeah,” your roommate casually answered as they continued to pack their belongings. “I gave my resignation to the Commander earlier. I don’t want to leave but… we’re not needed here anymore and the Order made that clear.”

“You’re a captain, what will happen to your unit?”

“My unit is leaving with me.” You looked at your roommate as they just finished packing. Giving you a smile of reassurance was all they could do for you. “It sounds like we’re ganging up on the Commander, doesn’t it?”

You were still in a state of shock. And yet, you didn’t question their decision, it was understandable. “I won’t lie… but it does… but… but why—I don’t understand.”

“Surtr is trying to attack every village he could find that doesn’t have a strong protection from the Order and the Knights. Commander Anna is doing everything in her power, we know that. King Gustav too and I know we have much more Heroes than before, and they’re a more capable bunch that us… they’ll do well.”

“What will you all do?”

Your roommate sighed. “We’re all going home to our respective villages. Muspell is playing with the Knights but they’re only defending the capital, the Order is more focused on gathering intel for the king but… even we were replaced by Heroes in that field. Protecting villages with no fighting force seems to be the most logical option. That’s what the others are doing. How ‘bout you?” Your roommate gave a wary smile. “Are you still going to stay?”

“Maybe.” You shrugged, avoiding eye contact. You didn’t know what to do. A part of you still wanted to be involved with the Order because of your beliefs but, the other part didn’t want you to say because none of you were being valued. “I’ll try to stay for a while, I won’t lie… leaving has also crossed my mind from time to time.”

Closing their suitcase, your roommate nodded. “Alright, I’ll see you in the village if you made up your mind then.”

After giving you a pat on the shoulder, you just watched your roommate leave. Things weren’t progressing as smoothly as everyone hopped for. Some of the Heroes did notice the decline of volunteer folks and you couldn’t help but wonder if this became a problem for the commander. You wondered if the Summoner or the Prince and Princess noticed it themselves. The more people left; the more Heroes were being summoned into the Order.

The mess hall was livelier than before now. With more Heroes meant more friends but, you looked around to only find almost no familiar faces that were in your circle. You realized; you were the only non-hero in the mess hall now. Everyone else left. The music, the laughter, the jokes, they were all noises for you now.

You were just one nameless soldier in a room filled with important figures.

“You haven’t touched your food (y/n), something on your mind?” You looked up to find one of the castle’s servants looking at you with concern. You didn’t realize that everyone in the mess hall was already gone, including the Commander and the Summoner.

“There is, actually.” You couldn’t help but sigh. “I’m also thinking of leaving.”

“You too?”

You smiled at that ironic question. “Yeah… me too. I guess leaving on my own free will is better than being sacked eventually. No one even noticed the decrease of numbers; the Summoner just keeps on replacing us anyway. The more Heroes they summon, who knows when the Commander will tell me to just sleep in a tent outside so they could have a room and a bed.” You joked.

The servant Dahlia sat across you, giving out a small pout. “Now, now… you know Anna wouldn’t do something like that.”

“It… just crossed my mind.” You answered honestly. “With the volunteers leaving, there would be more room in the barracks for the Heroes right? It hasn’t been even the following day and I already have a new neighbor. Maybe my comrades are right… we already outlived our purpose. Everything was simpler when Zacharias was still here.”

Dahlia just nodded. “Things were simpler when the captain was here but, he’s not anymore. Do you think Captain Zacharias would be happy seeing you all like this?”

No one knew what happened to Zacharias. Though he was close to Prince Alfonse and Princess Sharena since they were young, he used to be your unit captain. He took care all of you, trained you, scolded you, gave you wisdom – the Summoner was no replacement for him. Everyone knew that. Zacharias would want you to follow your heart. Not think of yourself a burden.

You shook your head. “Good.” Dahlia smiled. “No one can force you to stay or go, (y/n), that’s your decision to make. And if you’re leaving too well… all I can do is wish you luck on future endeavors.”

Perhaps with a bit of luck you would know what to do. But fortune frowns before you, you didn’t know what to do. For years, all you could think about was joining the Order of Heroes to do your part. To help fight and protect those who couldn’t protect themselves. The years were kind and fruitful, filled with laughter and friendship – but now they’re nothing but a shard of a memory as you walked down the cold, empty corridors of the castle.

In your room, you proceeded to write a letter. Describing your thoughts and explaining why your decision to leave the order was made. Neatly folding it, you left for the Commander’s chamber. Knowing Anna, she would still be awake by this time – after all, she was once a volunteer like you before the old man retired and chose her to be his successor.

In your mind, you rehearsed and rehearsed what you were going to say to her. How you made up your mind and will follow the decision of your former comrades. Many good soldiers came and went, and they were gone not because they were killed in the battlefield, but rather they left on their own free will.

You were about to knock, but for a single moment, you hesitated the moment you heard crying from inside.

Anna’s crying. You noted to yourself. Found yourself froze in front of the door, with your hand about to knock the door. You couldn’t do it. You wanted to. You wanted to leave. You were unhappy with what the Order has become and how you were all treated. You wondered if you were an ungrateful soul, wanting recognition for things you have done – things that any Hero would do, but because you had no name, you were nothing, you weren’t recognized.

You knew Anna was grateful, wasn’t that enough for you? Was it too much to ask for the whole Order to know the deeds you have done? The sacrifices that you had to endure? Hearing the commander cry made your heart feel even more pain than the burns on your skin.

“May I help you?” You jumped in fright, turning around to see the Summoner. “You heard the crying too, huh?”

“Yes… Summoner.” You looked down. Not wanting to look into their eyes. Even if you did, you couldn’t see them. The Summoner always wore their hood and no one has ever seen their face. Some did speculate that only members of the royal family and the commander are able to do so, but there was never any proof.

But Kiran already had an idea why you were in front of Anna’s room. “What’s that on your hand?” They asked quietly. It wasn’t stern or serious, but rather calm and worried.

“My… resignation, Summoner.”

Kiran nodded. “You’re leaving too. I see… may I ask why?”

Why?! You wanted to snap. How… how could they? After everything you and your comrades did for this Order, wasn’t it obvious why you chose to follow? But it was late and you didn’t want to cause anymore trouble for Anna. You’d be gone in the morning anyway. So, you answered. “I don’t belong here anymore, Summoner.”

The Summoner was quiet, but continued to listen to what you had to say. “I’m aware of the damages that this war has caused the kingdom. I’m also aware of the selfishness that has come to mind, thinking about myself rather than the benefit of those who need our protection. I won’t speak for my comrades who left before me – but I’m not being valued here. When a soldier leaves, a Hero takes our place right? We’re not important to this Order. Not anymore.”

“I see.” The summoner was calmer than you expected them to be. You were waiting to be scolded with the importance of duty. The Summoner was a tactician, one of the keys to the Order’s victory in so many battles. They were the Legendary Great Hero, who would ever doubt them? Who would put them in the wrong? “Here,” the summoner spoke as they offer their hand. “I’ll give it to her for you. I wish you the best.”

It was all you could hear from anyone at this point. Not all of your burns have been healed up and yet, it feels like your heart too, was also burning from the pain. You bowed in the Summoner’s presence as if they were of high importance. In this castle, you couldn’t help but wonder what the Summoner was really like behind that hood of theirs.

The Summoner never really spends time with normal troops, they were always with the Heroes. People expected Prince Alfonse to take on that role more, since he’s the crown prince but to no avail as well. He too, was also hands on with the Heroes.

You couldn’t even sleep that evening. All you could wonder was the whole impossible idea: would people still be leaving if Captain Zacharias was still in your ranks?

You found yourself packing the following morning, ignoring the rushing footsteps from outside of your room. You jumped in shock the moment the door burst opened to find Anna holding your resignation in her hand, and the Summoner calmly standing behind her. The commander was taking deep breathes, you wondered how long she actually ran. From her face alone, you knew she had a sleepless night too – the bags in her eyes were deep, stains of tears could be seen on her cheek.

But none of that mattered to her anymore, all that mattered was her proposition to you. “(y/n)!” She shouted with determination as your eyes both met. Her gaze was even burning hotter than Muspell flames. “I have a proposition for you!”

In a sense, knowing the commander for so long, a part of you already knew that she didn’t accept your resignation and is about to offer you something you can’t refuse. “Be my steward!” Anna stopped, knowing that she said the wrong words to you.

You blinked. “Forgive me commander,” you answered as you closed your luggage. “But I do not see how that will make me stay.” You were confused. What soldier would want a stewardship? You thought that they were taking you as a servant. The order doesn’t pay well, you were stuck doing side jobs just to send back money to your family back in the village.

“Ack!” Anna couldn’t help but scratch her whole head with both of her hands, letter still in hand. “I’m! I’m sorry! Those words were completely wrong! COMPLETELY WRONG! What I’m trying to say is – PLEASE STAY!” The commander clapper her hands together, bowing in front of you. This sight alone was enough to make you feel worse as it is.

You knew Anna before she became commander. All of the people who left knew her personally before she took on the burden of the Order. Even with the fancy titles and all – she was still Anna, but compared to you, Anna was more important. She had more significance. “I – I know I’m not doing my best to make you all feel welcome. Especially when Kiran had been summoning Heroes left and right increasing our numbers! But I want to make things better for everyone! So please (y/n)! Give me another chance!”

If it was their previous commander, this attitude wouldn’t stand. They respected Anna but respect wasn’t the problem, it was pure negligence.

[give-thy-head]

“Can we cut the cake now?” Michalis x Reader

A/n: Drabble prompt number 3 for Michalis from fire emblem.

“Did you make this cake yourself or did Maria and Minerva help?” You questioned smirking at your lover.

The cake was absolutely beautiful.. It was vanilla flavored, with white icing that almost looked like whipped cream, topped with freshly picked strawberries, and “Happy Birthday, Y/N!” written in  your  (f/c) icing.  “Can we cut the cake now?” you asked all ready cutting into it.

“Why ask when you're already doing it. Of course I did it myself.”  Michalis said gruffly.

“Sure you did!”

“Shut up and eat it before I shove it down your throat!”

[varietywritings]

BACK AGAIN

guess who’s writing the third chapter of Protego???????????? Me beech

-Red

[cherry-flavoured-thot]

Would you be willing to write some Askr? I have been a simp since he first appeared and the recent video has me going feral over his ginormous mantits

i have many hcs, the horn is under the cut

Askr:

-Askr is wanted by the funny police because he makes too many dad jokes and puns all the time. He also does the elbow nudge thingy and exaggerated winking. If his s/o sighs or groans, he just laughs while remarking he'll have to get new material to make them laugh again next time.

-He has no filter. Says the cheesiest things in front of other people, "good morning to the light of my life, the apple of my eye, the shiniest of jewels in a box of stones." No he will not stop, he will shout his love for his s/o from the rooftops.

-Absolutely is the type to pick his s/o up by the waist to move them out of the way. No he doesn't do it to anyone else, just them. "You could have asked me to move!" He could have, but his wide grin every time they look at him after he does it indicates he enjoys their reactions too much.

-He likes to have little outings with his s/o and Ash, yes he calls it family time. No he will not call it something else. It brings a tear to his eye to his daughter and partner getting along. (He says this loudly, and proudly. Every time.)

-Ash btw is his second opinion for any gifts he gets for his s/o. He nods along to every thing she suggests. (they are both hopeless sometimes LMAO)

-He is super affection, has his arm around his s/o shoulder a lot, or their waist. Or he's holding their hand. He gives out lots of hugs, they are very comfy and warm, would recommend.

-*insert i know his dick is big meme here* no but seriously. It's huge. To the point where he's incredibly conscious of making sure his s/o is prepared. He likes to take things slow, and take a lot of time with foreplay.

-Which he loves. He will happily chill out between his s/o's thighs, and take in their pleasured sighs as he runs his tongue along their sex. If they praise him all the better.

-He has a praise kink, but he's also good at giving praise. s/o struggling to take all of his cock? "you're doing such a good job just a little more." "That's it just a little more now, you're being so good for me."

[glowingbadger]

Hey all, time for a repost of some recent writing stuff incase anything slipped by y'all~

Askr (FEH) - in heat

What the FE3H guys love to see you wearing

Seteth pillow talk (short)

What the Yu Yu Hakusho guys love to see you wearing

Shane (Stardew Valley) - a roll in the hay

Aaaand lastly I wanna remind my FE3H folks that I did an art piece for the Church of Seiros fanzine that I'm super proud of, and all of my fellow artists and writers have also put together some incredible work! We're in the last week of preorders, so go have a look!!

[gojoidyll]

Fire Emblem

Imagine | Askr x Reader

[sherbet-shark]

Dorothea Arnault x Reader on a road trip and reader has a Polaroid camera to take photos of the trip and Dorothea

Picturesque Beauty

|〘⋇ Genre: Angst/Fluff〙|〘 ⋇ W/C: 4.7k〙|〘 ⋇ Format: Fic 〙|〘 ⋇ Content: 〙 | Discussion of war, Poverty, Spoilers for FE:3H, FEH, Mentions of death |

| A/n: I went with my gut and made this request a romantic pining fic rather than platonic. I’m sorry if that is not what you wished of me ;-; |

|〘 ⋇ Summary: 〙You, the legendary summoner of Askr, the prophesied harbinger of victory, desperately need a break. Being the summoner and head tactician of the Askren army wears on your soul and mind, but war rarely takes vacations. You must be on guard on call every second. Your allies from other worlds wouldn’t take you seriously if you acted so unconcerned, nor would the nobles of Askr. Your deteriorating health causes Prince Alfonse to worry about your well-being. Your lover Dorothea is quick to quell his worries and whisks you away on a short trip. While packing, you bring a small keepsake along for the ride. |

You were a necessity to this army, lead, tactical control, and everything in between. You had to become the pinnacle of neutrality, peace marker, and mediator between factions that were sworn enemies in their worlds.

You had to deal with the misery of other Heroes seeing their loved ones twisted, shattered monsters to work alongside each other. Domestic affairs in the ever-going army aside, you constantly felt like you had to be the best, to be a shoulder to lean on, make their problems yours, and the grimmest option was that you had to make sure none of your Heroes tried to kill each other. Of course, your contract with each Hero included that they could not lay a finger on their ally. Hours of precious sleep meant nothing to you in the early stages of your arrival here. Anxiety swallowed you every waking moment as you slowly felt powerless.

Even still, you stayed late, long after the war meetings ended, reading tactical books and seeking advice from the seasoned army tactics for their input. All of this effort was so that you could prove you're not some poser pretending you understand the gravity of the power you held. No, you knew full well of what you had on your hands after all. You heard their anguished screams when they drew their last breath. Gilded as you were in lavish gold, with pearl white robes that slowly lost their meaning. They served as reminders that you bathed in the blood of your friends and your mistakes.

But after all the battles they’d reanimate. Bloodied and battered bodies twist and contort back to their original forms. You felt sick to your stomach after your first battle, one where you slipped up, and one of your allies fell on the bloody field. Commander Anna quickly rushed to your side as you collapsed in front of their body after the battle to explain. Out of breath, hot tears streaming down your cheeks, your trembling hands tried to stop the bleeding seeping through their ruined clothing.

All of the Heroes could die, but as long as you lived and wielded Breidablik, their wounds would heal, and the lights in their eyes would reignite, but one downside is the Heroes would forget they died.

It sounded great. But it wasn’t. Guilt bubbles every time, waltzing up to you and acting as if nothing happened, saying they’d happily die in your name and to your cause. They didn’t even know they had been killed in the first place, but the close ones knew. Their teammates knew you knew.

After that unit’s death, you ran to your room, locking yourself in your room, wishing, praying to go back home. Some of your closest Heroes told you fresh scars would appear on their bodies. Phantom pains plagued them after their reanimation, but they could never recall the exact moment.

It didn’t take long for certain Heroes to put the pieces together and know they had died, but how and when would be a mystery if they didn’t have anyone on their team willing to disclose that? It made you want to lock yourself in your room and disappear even more when they’d side glance your way, their hesitant tactician giving orders in the heat of battle.

Your army’s glances made the hate in your heart brighter; how dare they expect someone with no prior experience with war and death to become a master tactician holding the lives of so many and leading them? Why are you told to do this, then eaten alive when you slip by whispers of the Askr royal court or the vicious and prideful soldiers? What did you do to make the universe do this? It was so unfair. It was like throwing a fawn into a den of wolves. You never asked for this. Being in charge of an army, fighting for a nation’s war that you had no part in. Hell, you didn’t even know this Zenith existed.

You were summoned with some measly personal items like your phone, the clothes on your back, and your Polaroid camera. You coveted these few items in the security of your room and rarely used them. Even though Zenith was in the medieval era with magic, your advanced items wouldn’t last long if you fiddled with them too much.

Everyone took a while to lower their guard and become comfortable with everything. Alfonse especially, due to his track record of losing someone he deeply cared for, but his sister. Princess Sharena, the easy-going soul, was ever eager to show off the realm of Askr.

It’s seemingly endless bounty and offering her friendship to ease your heavy heart. Even now, after years of staying in Askr and loving the magical realm, its people, the allies you made. Still, you harbor a tiny seed of hate in your heart for being thrust into this grave circumstance. It wasn’t right, but you had enough time to wallow in self-pity in secret. You had lived on the line. The phrase ‘This was war. I can’t afford to mess around’ etched into your soul as you continue onward, keeping yourself at a respectable distance from every hero.

You were kind, cordial, and friendly enough to give them the illusion of truly knowing you, your mind, and your genuine festering emotions. But, because you didn’t let them into your darker emotions didn’t mean you hated them. No, on the contrary.

You loved them. You loved your army very much, hearing Heroes’ woes, trying to find a middle ground between in-fighting, flaunting many stories back home, and wistfully indulging all your Heroes with their questions about your world. You were terrific with keeping up your juggling act that never ended. That shy, nervous person that shrunk into themselves every time they made their orders was no more. In their place, a confident, wise, somewhat jaded version rose from the ashes.

Those years did wonders for your confidence and knowledge as your firm words would boom across the field to your team. Your work no longer needed constant revisions by the other strategists in your meetings, presenting yourself as a professional commander and keeping certain relations strictly work-based, never letting romantic or unprofessional ties get in the way of how you worked your army.

But fate has something against you as that motto changed when a confident flirtatious songstress, a Black Eagles student, appeared before you on the summoning altar. The clouds perfectly outlined her frame with charisma, along with her enchanting voice ringing out from the heavy clouds asking where she was and, more importantly, who you were. On instinct, you softly breeze through your introduction of Askr, their summoning, and yourself.

Through your explanation, her vibrant green eyes narrowed as she folded her arms, clearly still on edge about her newfound situation. Skeptical Heroes weren’t uncommon or wished to return home even after you told them of the Askren war. However, the latter is a rare occurrence since more than most would jump headfirst into your cause due to how good and pure-hearted they are.

Dorothea hums deeply in thought, her eyes watching your figure and hooded face. Lips curl into a slight smirk as Dorothea firmly tells you. —With her feet still planted on the ground below her, unwilling to move an inch towards this stranger clad in white and gold, their face obscured from her sight. With the setting sun, only the occasional wind whistle sounded in ruins.

“Let me see your face; I'm not necessarily eager to trust someone that won’t allow me to see them. Much less put my life in the hands of a stranger that makes such outrageous demands.” Dorothea plainly stated as she propped a well-manicured hand under her chin, chocolate brown locks framing her soft face as she calmly regarded you.

The great summoner jolted. You never had a Hero tell you so bluntly upon meeting they’d like to see your face, something about the newness and foreign feeling of having something brand new occur during your Summoning made your heart quicken. Typically, they’d agree after your long-winded description. Determination always filled their eyes as you guided them to the castle.

After a pause in consideration, you weighed your options as you sneakily glanced at her face seeing if she’d back out of her plea once she saw you pause. Dorothea didn’t relent as confident as ever, her eyes quizzically watching your every move. ‘There’s no winning with her, so I guess I’ll give her a peek.’ You thought to yourself.

“Only for a brief moment, but please, if you need more time, allow us to be a temporary shelter so you can make a well-informed decision. The sun is starting to set, and if it would help, I have some members who talked about you or might know you well.” Your gloved hands reach for your white hood, allowing her a fleeting peek at the curves of your face and the faint color of your eyes. It surprised her to see that you had a pleasant look. You saw her visibly relax slightly. Her furrowed brow increased as her shoulders sloped in a relaxed manner.

“So, that voice isn’t the only thing appealing about you, hm,” Melodic short laughter leaves her lips as the smile on her face gleams more genuinely. Golden flecks accentuate the green mystique of a forbidden forest begging to be explored, wonders awaiting beyond anyone’s reach in her eyes.

“I’ve decided to consider your request, but who are these people you’re talking about?” Dorothea pondered aloud. She looked curious about who you were talking about but still on guard. Nonetheless, as you guided her to Askr castle, Dorothea curiously asked questions about her friends, the atmosphere of the area, and the social status of every person.

You softly answered her questions. Despite how wary she was of you, Dorothea was pleasant to speak with freely and thoughtfully. Still flirtatious, you rolled your eyes. Professionalism is etched into each movement you mentioned Lady Edelgard, Huebert, Petra, Professor Byleth, and Bernadette, to name a few. After guiding the songstress to Askr Castle, some of her peers came into view. The petite silhouette beside a taller figure turned as they walked toward you and the newcomer.

It was Edelgard and her ever faithful servant Hubert. The figureheads puffed out their chests, pride beaming on their faces as the brunette rushed to her friend. Sweet nicknames roll off her tongue as she hugs the more petite young woman. The older man sharply inhaled as he saw her hug the Imperial Princess. You were glad her Black Eagles welcomed her back into their arms even if certain people weren’t in her timeline.

It had been a few days of your grace period, and Dorothea came to you in the morning, knocking on your ebony door and entering your cluttered room, telling you she wanted to stay in Askr. She was pretty honest as the Black Eagles student explained that it was nice here, but after everything was over, she’d leave and return to Fódlen.

You obliged her wishes and retrieved your holy weapon from its hip holster, and created a contract with the Hero. A magical white circle with ancient words encased you and her as you held your gloved hand, grasping hers. A thick foreboding mist rises from the glowing forgotten words, and a bright light appears between the Hero and the Divine weapon. ‘As long as you hold Breidablik, they will survive.’ You silently repeat to yourself as the contract is completed.

“By this contract, you now are sworn to help Askr’s cause until the war is over. I swear I will return you home.”

Months after your Contract with Dorothea, your bond as Summoner and Hero became more profound as you helped her train, gain experience and understand those in the army. Knowing her personality, the young woman had no problems making friends and letting certain elitist nobles be quiet.

You saw how much she disdained nobles with questionable reasonings or straight classists. Those were in for a tongue lashing of their life, eloquent words but as cold as ice and sharp as daggers. Of course, those remarks weren't met with silence. Fights still happen within the security of Askr walls.

Berkut and Fernand, for example, caused an uproar, outraged that a salacious commoner told the two nobles to shut up when they complained about the number of commoners in the army and how some forgot their stations in comparison to royals. The utter gall to speak to them as if they weren’t of noble birth made them fume. The nobles threw insults after insult until Edelgard and Alm intervened on your behalf.

One insult stung Dorothea’s heart the most, “It’s a shame such beauty is a waste on a commoner like yourself. No matter, that beauty will fade, only leaving a destitute hag. You’d ought to deceive another naive noble before that time runs dry.” You had to talk to the young woman and try to speak with the prideful men of Valentia to convince them to try not to rip each other’s throats out every time they’d be in the same area.

Countless moons pass as you find yourself utterly enamored with Dorothea. You felt a bond to every Hero you summoned, yet, the bond you felt between her was different; it was hard to describe but did it need words? Dorothea sought you out, teasing you with sweet words and winks.

You never mined how she acted with you or others in the army. She was beautiful, and it wasn’t hard to see longing glances toward her, but you made sure your glimpses weren’t ever more than a superior looking out for their members. Some days, you cursed how your status made it hard for you to have any close relations.

If word came out that you had a lover, they’d have an even bigger target on their back. They wouldn’t be a regular soldier now but a person of interest. You’d be accused of favoritism and disrupting the chain of command, so many things piled against your happiness.

To you, it seemed like the stars had written you were fated to be alone. But the brunette had a habit of knowing where you’d hide out and help continue your work, or dragging you outside to the market, making you loosen up. You dare say you’d consider each other close confidantes.

The day Dorothea was set to confess to you, she was nervous, the famous Mittlefrank Opera Singer. Nervous? Ha! Something like that sounded so laughable, she was showered with bouquets and countless compliments by many who wished for her to be theirs, yet they never captured her heart as she did to their hearts.

But in a way, it was nice to be constantly fawned over before her Academy days by men and women of wealth and power. Influential people begged for a sliver of her time or even wed her anything to keep her beauty to themselves.

But alas, that only lasted long. Every lustrous whisper and gift would fall flat. Because none of them genuinely knew, only when she was dolled up and given makeup, thrust upon a grand stage for nobility to ogle and coo over, did anyone turn their heads and give her attention. Dorothea knew all of the treasures that were gifted to her would disappear in an instant. The goddess had a cruel way with fate. The former Opera singer concluded as she recalls sitting in front of her vanity and peering into her mirror.

The voice she was praised for would change. The soft and melodic tune would turn raspy and scratchy. Her soft, beautiful face would downturn with wrinkles, brown curls fading into sparse white hair. The gifts would become a fleeting memory of the past, even the most vibrant flower wilts in due time; the bees and butterflies ignore the dying flora in favor of something new, an irresistible scent, eye-catching colors.

But that only made Dorothea know her goal: find someone that would carry her away from all of the world’s troubles, and lavish her with riches. She didn’t care if they truly loved her or if she loved them. As long was away from the slums her life would be fine, anywhere but there.

That didn’t make her forget her origins no matter how hard she tried to hide that fact. Her heart yearned to help the poor in the slums that didn’t have anyone to support them. Her desire to help wasn’t limited to Fódlen as you soon found out during one of your outings with her in the town. She’d purposely get out of your line of sight, go into alleyways and drop pieces of bread to the dirty hunched over figures leaning on the walls away from the public.

She often hid her past from you when you were still acquaintances, out of shame or defense was anyone’s guess, but you understood her reservations. There are times when you worry for your Hero. You kept up with her pace and overlooked what she was doing, gifting hungry children with food.

Though there were times Dorothea wouldn’t retreat into the dark crevices but settle for sweet smiles and waves to those that met her gaze. “Genuine acknowledgment when you’re on the streets is rare, Summoner. I can’t fix everyone’s problems, and they probably won’t accept it without thinking of ulterior motives. So a smile and wave are all I can do, and I will happily do so.”

The opera singer whispered to you one day after your many town outings. The way her eyes held an unspeakable sorrow made you all the more curious about the young Hero you summoned but also opened your eyes.

You’ve been focused on being the summoner and caretaker for your army. There were times you forgot who you were fighting for and that there were more outside of the military you took care of. After that, she noticed that you’d start to pay more attention to the citizenry of Askr, both noble and common. It made her seek you out and have tea with you, a sweet temporary escape with an interesting young woman.

Dorothea, after months of hopeless pining after you, had enough of trying to hide what she felt for you and was pretty sure you liked her too. Showering each other with compliments, Dorothea being protective over you on the battlefield, teasing remarks, confrontations over severe issues like her hate and coldness toward naive nobles. Precious, vulnerable moments are shared in small comforts of each other's presence but never enough to let her know everything that runs through your mind.

She always wondered what else was on your mind and if you were too skeptical about letting her see all of you, but the songstress wanted someone to talk to. After all, she wasn't that forthcoming about her background to you, so she’d always be patient with you, content with being trusted so much to hear your concern but that tiny seed of curiosity piqued in her mind.

You were often told by others that you were so close with each other, your auras seemingly bouncing off each other, it felt so alive and fun being around her and you loved that but you were too scared to ruin whatever you had with her after months of cultivating a strong healthy relationship with her.

The former opera singer grew tired of this unspoken item you had with her and took things in her own hands, first by spending your regular tea time with her, then oddly being adamant that work could wait for a day, spoiling you to the best of her ability with certain Black Eagles students being near too. But soon, the fun day turned into night, as she took you by your hands and led you to a romantic midnight garden walk and told you that she felt differently about you.

If it was love or a side effect of the Contracts, she didn’t care. The bright moonlight shone down upon you. She was so close you could see the golden fleck in her eyes beam with life, her soft hands clasped together in nervous union.

Pausing, caught in a hurricane of emotions, you opened your mouth to return your affections shyly. You quickly explained the inner turmoil plaguing you, looking down in shame, engulfing the white hood hiding your face.

Dorothea softly cooed to her summoner. She never knew that you had so many things under that calm facade. She always wondered but never pressed too far, but now looking at you now so vulnerable and so close to breaking down, Dorethea pondered if her inactivity was the right thing to do something else crept up in the corner of her mind. While the flirtatious woman wanted you to feel safe and love her, yet could someone like her do that? She was a dirty commoner thrown aside by her father because she didn’t have a Crest, ignored for all her young life. After all, she was lowly rabble.

Hunger and survival still were old friends, the only faithful companions she knew during her childhood. Because of this, she knew she had to claw her way to find security and food. That day in the darkened alleyway, when Manuela found the dirtied girl, that dream of having a full belly and a warm bed came closer and closer to reality, finding a wealthy person to live with and then rest of her days in luxury away from the slums, away from the girl she used to be.

The songstress doubted she’d be able even to give you what you needed, a home, a place of rest away from the War. Security, luxury, all the things you deserved, but she didn’t have. All the woman knew was the cold slap of reality and her ambitions, what she didn’t have, but the brunette took a slow concise breath. Her mind was set.

“To think someone like me would be able to share such happiness with you. I may not know what the future has in store, but I do know that I want to walk down this path with you, and maybe once we’re done in Askr. You’d join me back to Fódlan? But for the time being, I’ll spoil you rotten. In time, I’m sure we can both be together, not afraid of what might happen.”

It didn’t take long for her to enact her plans to make sure you’d stop stressing so much. After long days slaving away at your desk, Dorothea would drag you to the hot springs to unwind or to a secret picnic. For some time, the army was oblivious to your relationship, but as the months passed, the wise units kept your hidden love. They cared for their summoner and wanted you to be happy and safe. So what was one more secret to add to the list?

After a lull in the sea of battles, you decided to tell only your trusted friends that Dorothea and yourself were courting. With their permission, she would have her most fun trip with you, but you took longer than you told her to prepare to pack. The cabin wasn’t too far from the Castle, so your Heroes could send their fastest messenger if need be but far away for her to have you by herself.

“Oooh~ my sweet darling. It’s time for our little rendezvous.” Dorothea’s teasing, warm voice permits from the other side of your bedroom door. It was like you could see her now. Innocently calling your name through the door, soft hands cupping each other’s as the Hero’s emerald eyes shone with a mission, yet still, there was a glimmer of concern for her love.

“Hi, Thea! I’m sorry I took so long to pack. I wanted to ensure everything was in order before I went on a ‘scouting’ mission with my trusted partner.” Playfully rolling your eyes at the reason, you told the other associates with a cheeky smile painting your face as your girlfriend brings down your hood to revel in your loveliness.

She chuckles at your glee and a light-hearted sigh at the excuse, Arnault wishes your relationship wasn't a secret from everyone, but the ones she cared for, like the ones in her house, knew full well and supported you.

“Let's go away for a while, my summoner.” Honey-covered words fell from the songstress’ lips as she took your arm and pressed it close to her chest, locking your arm in hers. ‘God, everything she says can bring a person to their knees. I’m so in love with you, I swear.’

“Yes, let’s.” Eagerness fills your body with renewed energy. You felt like a hyper child that walked into a candy store. Every trip Dorothea came up with always made you love her even more. The two walk to the horse stables as you remember how you’d bathe her in your surprises.

Of course, she would often find herself on the end of being spoiled. It became a competition between you and showered with coveted kisses and longing looks in passing.

You softly patted the bag on your side, hoisting it to the horse's side. You help Dorothea on the brown-coated horse once you are seated, her hands lacing her fingers entrapping your waist and her chin finding its place on your shoulder. Brown, soft curls tickle your cheeks as she teasingly blows a puff of air next to your ear, making you shiver.

A giggle erupts from you as the woman behind you teases your seemingly ticklish self. If only she knew that laugh meant you had something up your sleeve. You’d take pictures of the beauty beside you and the scenery around you, keeping this memory and teaching your girlfriend more about your world.

She knew what a Polaroid camera was, and you showed her the colored film of you smiling. This foreign object perturbed the magic-wielding student, and as you explained to her what this flashing item was, she became enthralled with the 21st-century machine.

Finally, make your way to the cabin. You gently pull on the reins slowing down your stead. You eye the bag and feel the woman’s hands sit on your hips, ready to get to the ground. The humble wooden cabin stands alone. You are getting off of the saddle, holding out your hand to help Thea down the dirt road.

Kissing your cheek, the woman wanders around the area. The sun was still high in the sky; flowers decorated the green grass below as peaceful songbirds sang their tune, hiding in the canopy of the trees.

Fishing out your Polaroid camera, a devilish smile widens as the retro color and the rectangular shape out of the bag. It was full of the new film, and you ensured it worked the day before you left on your two-day trip.

Sneaking behind, you found your unsuspecting target. Dorothea’s back towards you as she sits in a bed of field flowers. It was so picturesque; you thought to yourself, then sweetly calling to the songstress’ attention. She turns halfway, brown curls swaying gently, her hands full of colorful flowers as her lips curled peacefully. You press the button, and a white flash spreads across her serene face.

“Hey! A little rude, wouldn’t you think?” Dorothea scowls at your figure as she rises from the flower field.

“I’m so sorry; you looked so pretty I couldn’t resist. You can take me by surprise next time, I swear!” You walk towards Dorothea, still understandably scowling and mad at you, kneeling to the woman.

The adrenaline rush comes down as your smile quickly fades. Her beautiful eyes still narrowed; she cracked a Cheshire smile and playfully remarked, “That wasn't nice, Darling. But if you insist, fine by me, and for that, I think I’ll take two pictures of you as my revenge,” The sickly sweet woman inched her face towards yours, and you felt your cheeks heat, stunned into silence.

The young woman continues to inch closer toward you. You could feel her breath on your cheeks; you forgot you even held your breath as your eyes flicked from her lips to her forest green eyes. Then a well-manicured finger bops your nose as another teasing smile spreads from cheek to cheek.

“I’m not the only beauty here, my love.”

Tagging: @luvielle, @emotionaldepravity thanks for being my 2nd eyes and giving edits- @aspergerhero

[iamdarkness]

Seduction.

Seduction.

Lif x Summoner ( Lif x Reader), background past??? Alfonse x Summoner ( Alfonse x reader)

-(sights) Moping around again Alfonse?- Thrasir says to Lif. Her voice sound monotone to anyone who does not know her. To Lif who has spend years around her, it sounds annoyed. It has the quality of a blatant unspoken “idiot” hidden in it.

Lif turns his face from the window to send her an annoyed look. She looked as unaffected as always. -You have a clear chance at happiness and choose to stand here mopping instead.

-You think that, because they summoned your brother back, our situation is now better. It is not so, for me. Don’t misunderstand me.- He says at her small frown.- I am happy for you and Zacharias, but I can not rest. This is not my world and much less my home. Perhaps to you who are now free of your curse and have your brother back, it is a new beginning, but I still have everything to get back. My Kingdom, my people, my family… I have to get them back.- He tuns around to look out of the window. Thrasir comes close to look out, and sees she was right about her assumption. He was watching you. The summoner.

- I am not backing down on our deal Alfonse. I want to get our people back as well. Alfonse and _____ said they’ll help us. We will do it, so why not be happy in the process? You could take the chance and ….

- And what? What can I give her? What do I have to offer? Why would she choose to be mine, while she has him? Whole and alive as he is? While I am a monster…

- Leave the theatrics Alfonse. She does not think you are a monster. She Likes you, and the Alfonse of this world can’t marry her. He has that arranged marriage, he could not get away from. I talked to him. He said if he could not make her happy, you should.- He looks at her with disbelief.- You should talk to him. There are…other details you do not know.- She turns to leave but before she closes the door…- Alfonse. Don’t be an idiot.

~*~

After thinking about it. Lif did go talk to Alfonse. He said there was no going back on his word and no way to get away from the marriage. Against his better judgement he had fallen in love with you, but there had never been hope for you. There are no more tears to cry on neither side, only resignation. It had been so, for a year.

-It is time for her to move on…I… I am not going to lie to you. You know how I feel. I will probably die inside if I see her happy with another man. That was the price I had to pay to save Askr.-Alfonse says. He is drinking tea in the small study in the library. Lif sits across from him.- But she was not mine to begin with.- Lif scowls at that.- Lif. Tell me something. Do you remember seeing your summoner die?

Lif thinks about it for a while. No, he does not remember her death. It was something he had been thankful for. Not seeing his beloved summoner die. At first it was torture not knowing if she had cried or asked for his help and he was not able to do so. One moment She was there and the next he was on the ground and she was nowhere to be seen. He shakes his head no.

-_______ did not want to talk about this, because we ourselves are not sure but,-There was a pause- she had these visions after you helped us defeat Hel. She saw herself die. And then she felt like something was pulling at her and she was here in Askr. Summoned by Anna in what felt like deja vu. She thought it was because of what you had told us. Later she had some more memories coming back. I do think she is your summoner, but she is not sure and she did not want to hurt you, by giving you false hope.

-My ______. -Lif gets up and paces around the room. He felt happy and angry. The woman he loved alive and safe and here; close enough to reach. She was here all along and he almost killed her! He feels his face wet with tears. -Why didn’t she tell me sooner? Is it because of how I look?

-You disappeared for years. For all we knew you were truly dead after Hel. You have only been here a week Lif. If she is your summoner; you have to understand, she lost most of her memories of her life with you. You have to start from zero.- Alfonse tells him. Lif laughs bitterly.

-How would she ever fall in love with someone like me?- Lif hears Alfonse sigh sadly.

- I am stepping aside Lif. You take the chance or someone else will. As for me. I would rather it be you. - Alfonse says looking at his cold cup of tea. It still hurt to say all that, but he would see you happy and Lif deserved it. If there was a “ meant to be together”; it was surely you and Lif.

-I don’t know where to start…-Alfonse closes his eyes in annoyance. Was he this dense when it came to love…wait… yes… yes he was. He opens his eyes and looks at Lif.

-Use your wit. She likes your intellect and skills and if everything else fails…Seduce her.

~*~

= Well. It was easy for Alfonse to say such things. = Lif thought. = It is not him doing the courting. =

He stood in his room, looking at himself on the mirror, he had previously kept covered. He was wearing nothing but his underpants. At Alfonse’s advise he had taken a much needed bath. His words still ringing in his memory.

“...and Lif. Get a bath.”

Thrasir had her own ideas as well, and she did not hesitate to voice them.

“Firs off. Get rid of that filthy pelt you are using as a cloak. It smells like a carcass and while that is great for battle; it is not a great idea for love making.”- Thrasir was so rash and uncouth when she wanted.

“Bold words coming form someone not wearing any underwear.”- had been his retort and he realized he almost sounded like you. She laughed in his face.

He took another long look at his ribcage and frowned. = Disgusting = He thought.

He hears a knock on the door and goes to open it. By now he knows well who it is. He has been waiting for Alfonse and Thrasir. He opens the door and both of them step inside. He did not expect the other two people coming in. Fjorm and Forest. He lets them in and frowns at Alfonse who ignores him and goes to stand by the window.

-Don’t look like that Alfonse. They are here to help out. You are going to need it.- Thrasir tell him and it sounds like she is rolling her eyes.

-Fine. You could have told me beforehand.- He was in his underwear for goodness sake! Now she does roll her eyes.

-Tailors are like healers Mr. Lif. Whatever we see or hear stays with us. Don’t worry.- Forest says smiling and Lif notices he is standing very close to Thrasir and she is smiling at him? Well, as much as that woman can smile. He looks at Fjorm.

- Well. I agree with Alfonse. She will never love me, and at first I was happy that Alfonse was going to make her happy…but after we had to sign that treaty and get engaged…It is better for her to be with you. - He nods and thanks her.

-Well. I took the liberty of making some under armor and every day wear for you. - Lif looks a little concerned at Forest’s words.- Don’t worry. Pink may be My color, but it is certainly not yours. So I designed some clothes that I have noticed our dear summoner likes. -Forest takes out some black garments from a backpack he is wearing. He then proceeds to explain what they are and when to wear each of the items. He shows Lif various drawings of designs he intents to make for him. There was a suit that looks similar to Alfonse’s under armor that covers all his body and is adorned with silver lining. It has globes and a mask to match. It is comfortable and easy to wear. It comes in two pieces and it fits him like a globe. He has to however take off his undergarments to wear it properly. He notices it makes certain parts of him stand out. He looks down at himself feeling self conscious and frowns at Alfonse. Alfonse sighs in understandment.

- Believe me. She will love it. Or have you forgotten that bunny costume? - They both make a face at the mention of that abomination.

-We will also take advantage of certain things, she likes about your skills, personality and physique, and use them in certain situations that we will help you with.- Lif arches a brow at Forest’s statement.

-He means the summoner likes glowy things and spooky things and you got both.- Thrasir says. He was about to say something about the spooky part when Fjorm spoke up.

-Yes! That was my idea Lif. Do you remember her talking about how she loves those glow in the dark stars and different things that were used for decoration in her world? - He nods but he things that glowing stars are one thing and a glowing body is another much different one.- Also remember how much she likes the harvest festival and all the spooky things and all the stories she tell us about skeletons and…

-You are saying I look like a Halloween decoration? And how is that going to help me, to make her fall in love with me?

Fjorm laughs a little nervously.- No of course not. I mean to say…how did she described it?- Fjorm tries to remember.

-”He glows brighter than the moon. Beautiful and cold like Northern Lights and the Niflean castle in the sun.”- (1) Says Alfonse not looking at Lif and clearly upset.

-She said that about me?- Lif asks incredulously.

-Yes! Then she apologized because she thought she was being rude to my castle.- Fjorm sighs and smiles at the memory.

-She thinks you look sexy.- Says Thrasir impatiently.

-Right you are my Lady!- Says Forest who has not lost his smile. He looks at Thrasir and touches her on the arm. She looks at him and her frown disappears. = Well I’ll be damned…Wait I already am… Focus Alfonse!=

-Tomorrow we will go and try those dashing moves you made just to counter my fighting style.- Alfonse says suddenly and Lif could have blushed in embarrassment at the statement. He did took the time to make a whole new sword style just to counter Alfonse and…well…kill him.- and she will be there to watch us. Fjorm will come to get me and you will be left alone with her. What happens there will be up to you. Do not let this chance go to waste.

-You glow even more brightly when you blush Mr. Lif! That’s Adorable! -Everyone looks at Forest and then at Lif’s bare chest. He was indeed glowing brighter. Lif covers his face with his hand.

= Damn it! =

-Come Forest it is better for us to get back to your chambers and work on the rest of the clothes.- Says Thrasir and takes Forest by the arm to get him away from Lif in case he reacts violently to his observation.

-Of course My Lady. Oh and I will try to keep my uncle Xander away from the summoner as much as I can Sir.

-Thank you Forest and while you are at it, you could make Thrasir some panties.- Says Lif acidly. Thrasir glares at him and Forest giggles.

- I think she looks amazing the way she is.- They could hear Forest answering from out of the room.

-Are they?…- Asks Fjorm looking at the closed door.

-I hope so. Forest may help her heal. They share a lonely childhood and memories of war.- Says Alfonse pensively.

Lif loves his adopted sister a lot, but he also knows she is dangerous like a praying mantis. He also hopes for the best.

~*~

The next day, Lif is dressing up in his new training under armor when someone started knocking at his door frantically.

-Come in.

-Mr. Lif! You have to hurry up.- Says Forest almost out of breath. He had come running as fast as he could.

- Our training session starts in an hour.

-Prince Chrom is talking to ______ about that tournament he went to. You know how she likes to hear about it, and I heard he is planing of asking her to go star gazing tonight. - Lif growls at that.- I already sent word to Alfonse so he can meet you at the training grounds sooner, and Lady Thrasir went to take the summoner’s attention away from Chrom. Here don’t forget the mask.

They both walk out the door. Lif is walking fast and Forest is keeping up while giving him pointers on what to do and how to do it.

-First off. Walk like you are about to enter a battle to the death with your most hated enemy.- Says Forest. Lif almost stops and gives him a puzzled look.

-What? Why!?

-That way you will walk with confidence and look impressive. You know “ Bad Ass” like she calls it.

-Fine.- He supposed it made sense.

- Second. Do not go talk to her directly. First walk by and let her see you. Then you walk back and you ask for Alfonse and ask her if she is joining you for training. Acknowledge Chrom but do NOT pay attention to him. He is not important. Don’t make him a threat. Good luck!

Lif is left to walk alone and for a second thinking about what he is about to do, his steps falter and he feels nervous and self conscious. Now he gets what Forest means.

= How does he even know what to do! Think about that later Alfonse! Think about Hel! That witch robbed me of everything! I would bring her back to life only to kill her again with my bare hands!=

Forest stays behind and casually go and watch the interaction from a window overlooking the gardens where you are standing next to Thrasir.Thrasir is standing between you and Chrom. Chrom looks frustrated but is too polite to say anything.

You are answering Thrasir’s question about her training schedule when you hear a door slam open and movement catches your eye. You see Thrasir’s body shift and turn to see the person who so violently had opened the door. That someone was dressed all in black, coming out of the building to your right and walking down the stairs.

It was Lif.

He is wearing a black, body hugging under armor. You can see the movement of the powerful legs with every steps he takes. The narrow waist holding his sword. The sword itself, the only color visible in his ensemble. The broadness of his covered chest and the insinuation of the underlying “muscles” are breath taking. He walks with the graceful almost strut so particularly Alfonse. The walk of a trained swordsman, confident of his skills and prideful of his lineage.

As he walks by, he makes eye contact with you and the air leaves your lungs. You are caught in his bright crimson eyes as if on slow motion.When he passes, you see his powerful retreating back and those beautifully sculpted gluts. You almost wolf whistle and close your parted lips. Why was he so sinfully sexy? You are about to continue what you were doing…= What was I doing again? = when you see him walking back. = Oh crap he’s coming back! Stop staring!Act normal! = You don’t notice Thrasir’s smirk.

-Thrasir, have you seen Alfonse?- He asks while looking sideways at Chrom. He gives the Yilissian prince a nod of acknowledgement and again his eyes land on you. He didn’t even looked at the prince long enough to notice him blushing.

-He is probably still getting ready in his room. Or in the library.- She moves away and you get a better view of him. You feel your face heat up when he looks at you and lower your face; only for your view to land on…his crotch. = Oh my LORD. Don’t stare! = You have flashbacks of that blessed bunny suit. You already knew Alfonse was very well endowed, but since he was always dressed in a way to hide his figure, it was something else, when you got to see it. Suddenly you feel his hand as he touches your chin to make you look up.

- _______. Will you be joining us on our little match this evening?- His voice low like a caress, is quiet enough that only you can hear it. At this moment you feel like the rest of the world has disappeared. Then you remember you have to answer, but he is so distracting when he looks at your lips. It makes you all melty and you feel your core heat up.

-Yes Sir.- You say in a small voice. =”Yes Sir?” What is wrong with me?=

-Good girl.- You hear him say, or was that in your mind?

-I mean yes. Yes of course I will be there.- You say after clearing your throat a little. =Boy is it hot in here.=  He lets go of you face and steps back.

-Good. I will be waiting.- And he turns to go. =God bless Askr and the founding father that gave him his name and those blessed genes.== You feel an urgency inside you, like you haven’t felt since Alfonse.

-I SAID, maybe you should go get ready to go supervise those two.- Says Thrasir and you think she was smiling?

-What!? Oh yes! Hmm… I apologize Chrom I need to go.- You say hastily and leave to your room. =God it is the bunny suit all over again!=

Chrom? He did not even heard you. He is still watching the place Lif had disappeared into. Thrasir could laugh out loud at the sight. Forest was a genius. The funny part was that even if Lif failed to seduce you, he could still have a chance at Chrom, who had hastily disappeared after Lif was gone, red faced and flustered. (2)

~*~

Meanwhile Lif is ecstatic. If he still had a heart it would be beating so fast he would be sick. = What devilry tempted me to touch her so boldly?…That look… It was the lust in her eyes. Lust for me!=

He felt so elated and shocked by the intensity of your gaze and the state he had left you in. It had been a while since he had felt so…desired. Since he was alive…since you had made love to him…such a long time ago.

=This may yet work. = He was thinking of ways to thank Forest for this.

-She will be here in a while. Are you ready?

Lif turns around and finds Alfonse and Forest had sneaked in on him while he was distracted.

-Sir Lif! I saw it! It was amazing! Touching her face gave it a great touch!

-I have to thank you for that confidence, and everything Forest.

-Me? Nah it was all you. I just made the clothes. You are the one that makes them look good! Any way we have a plan.- Forest looks at Alfonse.

- When she gets here, we will start the training. Lif, give it your all or this will not look real. She will also be able to watch those impressive moves without worrying about one of us dying. Later Fjorm will come and get me. Forest will be coming to watch and he will spill his drink on her.- Lif stood there listening to them wondering why on Askr, was spilling a drink on you needed.

- When I do this I will take her coat and tell her I will be back with something to cover her, but I will not come back.

-Why?

-The night is Chilly and you will give her your top to cover her. That way you will be half nude and she will be warm. You know, give her a taste of that physique.

-What!? You didn’t say that yesterday! And what physique? I look disgusting!

Alfonse sighs.- I told you to just do it and not tell him. Lif, don’t dwell on it. When the time comes just do it. She already is in the mood for… ummm… just invite her to go watch the starts and…do the rest.- Fores watches as the two have this exchange extremely, entertained. Alfonse is blushing and Lif’s eyes are huge. He looks like he is having second thoughts.

-Do not let her get away after I get her coat! It is very important! Tell her Alfonse is not coming back and then ask her to stay. She will surely do it.

- Ask her to go watch the stars with you in your secret garden.- Alfonse tell him.

-What secret garden?- Asks Forest.

-It’s secret.- Both of them say at the same time. Forest Giggles. = What a shame. A woman should be able to have two sweethearts if they both agree…ummm. That makes for a great story. I wonder…=

While Forest leaves and fantasizes about love triangles and both males do their warm up exercises, you come in the building and sit on the bleachers.

You watch them both. How you love these men and to think they are so unreachable to you. Alfonse soon to be married to another and Lif so cold and distant…

=What was that about though? Even Alfonse never touches me that way in front of people.=

They look up and salute you and start their match. They are not using their usual weapons, but still you watch worriedly, as they attack each other, as if the match was to the death. Their training swords and shields may not take the force of the blows. Their styles very different but beautiful and graceful all the same. It was such a wonder to watch them. If only you weren’t so worried about them.

Yet all the while they seemed to enjoy it. At least on Alfonse’s side it looked that way. Lif came very close to hit Alfonse on the leg and Alfonse laughed.

-I will pay more attention to that strike next time.

- I was waiting for you to kneel and turn.- Said Lif and it was not his monotone voice you were so used to by now.- That block was new.

- I learned if from one of the heroes.

-Growing up I see.- Says Lif and it sounds like an actual praise and not a provocation.

-I don’t want my kids to marry at 40. -Alfonse says laughing. This makes you laugh be cause it is a joke you keep on telling him, when he gets possessive and doesn’t want to let go of people. It is also a reminder that he will need an heir and it won’t be you giving it to him. It was harder on Fjorm because she was expected to do it and she was a lesbian with no taste for men.

All of a sudden you see Fjorm coming in and yell Alfonse’s name. They both stop the match. Alfonse leaves the training sword and shield and approaches the woman. He assents and turns to say something to Lif. They both leave together. You see his retreating back. He looked stiff and angry. Such a different mood from minutes ago.

-Oh Alfonse…- His name escapes with a sigh. Yes it was almost a year since you were told he was to marry one of your best friends, but the love you felt for him instead of dying, had gotten stronger. When you turn back to the arena; you find Lif staring up at you intently. He jumps the railing and starts coming up the stairs towards you.

==Don’t dwell on him! It is me you love. Me! I am your Alfonse! Please you have to remember! I look different, but it is still me.==

The intense look he is giving you sends shivers down your spine and as he gets closer, you feel a blush coming to your face and again heat pooling in your core.

-May I sit with you a while?- He asks in a husky voice. You nod yes because you can’t trust your voice right now, and he sits next to you. For a moment he says nothing but watches you out of the corner of his eyes, and you are so nervous, you have no idea what to say.

-I was worried for a second there, but it looks like you are having fun.- You tel him.

= Of course…=- You were worried for Alfonse? I have no desire to harm him…

-No. I was worried for both of you. I mean, it looked like a real fight, like it should, of course; I just don’t want anything to happen to neither of you. Ya’ll really gave it your all.

-I see. I have to confess, I was really looking forward to fighting him and see how much he has improved and how he has changed. I can say with satisfaction that he has grown a lot.

-Yes he is always trying to improve himself, and I can say the same about you. I never got to compliment you on your new style Lif. It seriously counteracts Alfonse’s style and at the same time I feel like you two would compliment each other in battle. I mean. You actually learned a whole new style and mastered it, with just the memory of your former style and that is super impressive!

Lif thanks Forest again for the clothes, as he is entirely covered and this way you can’t see just how much he is glowing from your compliment.

-You are amazing Lif.- You tell him and touch his arm.

-I… Thank you _____. It means a lot coming from you. - == You have no idea how much I needed that my beloved summoner.== He feels the warmth of your hand through the fabric of his clothes and the heat from the emotion in your voice, where his heart should be. He turns his face to you. The feel of your hand and the smile on your lips are becoming to much for his senses, that had grown numb from solitude and loneliness. Without thinking he raises his hand and touches your cheek and then tangles his fingers on your hair. He wants so much to kiss you and touch your warm skin.

= You are going too fast! Don’t scare her.== He lets go. There is an awkward pause and he asks.

-What was that about his kids marrying at 40? I almost landed a strike when he turned to watch you laugh.

-I just… you know how he doesn’t want to get close to people, because he doesn’t want to be hurt by them leaving. So I tell him it is because he has to learn to let go or he wouldn’t let his kids marry until they are 40. I wou … he wouldn’t live long enough to know his grandchildren… It’s just a joke, I throw at him once in awhile.

=Grandchildren…she wants… What if I can’t…=

-I never thought of it that way…- = We had planned on have kids…she did mention that. I remember how it felt when she insinuated about our kids. This is not fair…=

“The Alfather is making sure your lineage dies with you…” Hel’s words come back to Lif like a memory of a bad dream.

The atmosphere is getting gloomy fast and he has to think on how to change the subject.

Soon enough there are sounds of footsteps on the stone floor. You both turn around and see Forest’s smiling face walking towards you with a cup on his hand.

His presence brought a whisper of hope in Lif.

- Hey! I came to watch the match! Do you mind if I sit here next to you _______?

He is about to sit when he trips a little and the liquid in his cup spills on your right arm and back.- Oh no. I am so sorry ________. Here let me help you.

Lif watches astonished as Fores does all this as naturally as if he had done it by mistake. He helps him to get you out of the wet garment before the liquid sips into your inner clothing.

-It is fine Fores. Don’t worry about it. I’ll just go and change…

-No. No. Stay here. Let me get this to the washers and I will be bringing you the warmest of coats. It will be like a lover’s embrace.

Fores leaves with your coat in hand.

- You think he wants to sell me that coat? Because that is one awesome way to advertise it. “This coat feels like a lover’s embrace.” All the lonely people would buy it. Heck I would buy it…

-I find it difficult to believe you need a hug. Here - He took off his top and was left with his upper half bared- you look cold. -He had meant to say that with all the people that loved you, you were not lacking hugs.

You look sideways at him taking off his top and avert you eyes. You are dying to look, but you don’t want to make him feel self conscious. He looks so beautiful to you and you really want to touch him. You think about telling him to not take it off and to just go home, but you really do not want to go home and you are really cold. The arena they had chosen for the match was not inside a building and the night was chilly. He put his top on you and his arm lingers on your back.

-Everyone needs a hug once in a while. Especially form a loved one. I mean I do get hugged..

-Who gives you hugs?- He asks a little too fast and pictures Chrom or Claude hugging you. His blood would boil if he had any. He still feels of course and he does have “blood “ of sorts, but it is not the same.

-Well Sharena mostly,but it is not the same as…a…lover’s embrace…

-Of course.-=She is thinking about him again I bet. I need to do something. =- _____. come watch the stars with me. Stay with me tonight.- He sees your hesitation and adds.- Alfonse is not coming back. I want to show you this special place.- He takes your hand and stands up. You look into his eyes and stand up to follow him. He leads you away from the castle and into the forest to the Southwest of the fields. Hidden among a line of trees and a maze of evergreen hedges lies a hidden door that only one single caretaker can open and the line of the first king Lif.

You have seen this place before. Alfonse had brought you here before his engagement, when he thought you would be able to build a life together….or was it before that? When?

=It feels like a dream.=

-This place looks familiar, but…I don’t remember, when precisely I came here. It feels like…

-Another life…- He says to the sky. His eyes are closed, like he is remembering something. You wonder if he is thinking about her…you. Does he know? Should you tell him?

=What will you tell him? Oh Hey Lif. Guess what? I am your summoner who promised to never leave you. I mean I left and I have no idea what happened and I lost my memories, so I had no idea what we were to each other and Oh yea! I fell in love with another Alfonse but hey, I’m free tonight! Wanna hook up?== You sigh. ==Would he ever forgive me for leaving him? == “ It wasn’t your fault you were killed and re summoned here.”  Alfonse’s words echo in your mind. “He has nothing to forgive. He will understand.” There was so much rage in Lif, that you doubted he would understand a situation you yourself did not.

You were lost in thought, and did not realize you had been staring at his profile until you feel the weigh of his stare on you and the caress of his soft cold fingers on your cheek.

-You look so beautiful bathed in moonlight… You always have…- You feel his thumb touch your lips. It was such a small gesture and yet it had you reeling from the emotions it caused. When you started to feel dizzy you remembered to breath again.

- You…have not seen yourself in the mirror lately have you?

=Unfortunately, yes I have. NO don’t think about it! She likes you…you saw it.Flirt with her!! How do I flirt with her? I don’t know how…Claude!! What would Claude say?! Quick!= Thinks Lif desperately.

-You like what you see then?- His line did not come out the way he intended.  It was supposed to be flirty but shyness won and it came out lower and as a result it sounded husky. He takes the mask off. He is afraid of your rejection, but he needed to know.

-Yes…- The moment you say this, his eyes light up with an inner fire he had thought lost. He felt it in the place his heart would be. He was hypnotized by your lips. He kisses you,soft and slow at first. He is testing the waters; letting you decide if you want this. When he feels your hands travel up his chest to reach the back of his neck, he loses it. He deepens the kiss. He wants to bring your warmth as close as he can to his body. He wants to taste you again, claim you as his, protect you. He wants everything! You hear him moan against your lips. His growl of a moan low and sensual. It travels down your body to touch your heart and make it hurt with the need to be close to him again. It goes down to ignite a fire in your core and the need to be complete grows within you.

He has to stop himself. He knows he is going too fast and does not want to ruin it. He sighs and kisses your forehead. He sighs again and smiles. He feels so content just having you near, being able to kiss you, touch you and feel your warmth. He does not want to let go, but he feels you tense up. He lets go to look at you, wondering and afraid that he has crossed the line.

-You proposed here…- His eyes widen at your quiet statement. When the shock subsided he felt like he could cry of happiness.

-You remember. You said “Yes” last time.- He feels you shake and the sound of your crying gets louder.

- I left you Alfonse…I am so sorry…forgive me…

-There is nothing to forgive. You saved me in the end. Who knows what I would have done if you have not come to this Askr…what I would be doing right now if you had not summoned me… Probably plotting something bad against this world and I would still fail to bring back our people.

- We will find a way Alfonse. I am sure. - =”We”…there is a “We”=

-But first we need to protect this world. I understand. Perhaps I will find my salvation on my way to save this world. I already found my heart. - He says and there is a hint of a smile on his translucent lips.

-I…

- No _____. I will not pressure you into anything. I know how you feel about him. I just want you to know I love you…I always have and always will.

- I just need time…I do not want to be confused about my feelings and hurt you in the process.

-We will start from one, if that is your wish.

- God no! I don’t want to go through your “I do not want to get close to people” phase again.- You say laughing.

-We will forego that step.- He sighs and caress your face again.- You are so warm…but it is a cold night. We should go back.

After he leaves you at the door to your room he kisses your forehead and says goodnight. He goes back to his room to find Alfonse inside looking out of his window.

- Alfonse.

-I am not here to ask how it went. I wanted to propose a change of rooms. -Alfonse says not looking at him. Lif scowls.

- Nothing happened and a change of rooms seems unwise. You want to escape.- At Lif’s words Alfonse seemed to loosen up.

- I thought I was past this.- He sounds bitter.

-I died…years passed and I never stopped feeling the same. It was love for my people, my family and her, that help me keep the little sanity I had and drove my motivation. Although…the king always said to me to watch who I got close to…He used to say…

- “The line of Lif, loves deeply and devotedly. ” He said we only fall in love once. I took it as a fairy tale. A cautionary tale to keep me in line.

- Apparently it is not. Even death will not stop it. -Lif was thinking of Gustav as well. He felt sorry he had caused Alfonse’s father’s death who was to an extent his own father, so he did not mentioned anything. Gustav loved his children and wife even after death. Lif knew Gustav had gone back the day of devotion to visit them. Alfonse lived it like a dream but Lif who had been working for Thorr knew better.

-He warned me about _____. Maybe I should have listened.

-You regret it then? Falling in love?

-...No…I was happy despite the war and troubles. Besides… I believe I would not have been able to fall for someone else. It felt, inevitable.- Said Alfonse pensively. Lif nodded his assent. -I tried hard and failed to keep my distance.- He said smiling at the memory.

-It did seemed inevitable… I did the same.-Lif sighs sadly and Alfonse turns to him to asses the reason for the change in mood.- We will never be truly happy Alfonse. Will we?

-The point of this exercise is for at least one of us to be happy.

-Well it seems like an exercise in futility.- Alfonse’s brows furrow. He wants to ask why, but waits for Lif to elaborate. -She wants children. I won’t be able to give her that.

-Are you certain of that?

-Do you want to know what Hel told me once she brought me back and gave me the choice to serve her? “The Alfather is making sure your lineage dies with you. The line of Lif comes to an end.” I am dead and the dead can not give life. It is the same for Thrasir. I told you when I arrived here Alfonse. The real fight is not against Embla. We are getting on his way and he will do whatever it takes to take us out. More especially you Alfonse. I do not know what he has in store for you, but we need to be careful.

-Then we have to find a way to beat the destiny he plans to trap us in.

-And just how do you plan of doing that? I was summoned before I could find his weakness.

-We have knowledge from the nine reals and more. We will find a way.

~*~

The following days you find Lif in the library when you get there after your duties and when you want to do some research. Alfonse has asked you to help him find something to make a plan to take on the Allfather when he attacks. It is a plan for only the three of you. No one else knows about it and your research partner is Lif. Alfonse has changed his schedule to not be near you. It hurts but you understand.

Still it felt familiar to be with Lif. He was not wearing his usual armor, but some very form fitting everyday clothes. The first time you entered the library study and saw him sitting at Alfonse’s desk with a tower of books and a pot of hot tea; you had to stop and do a double take. He was not wearing a mask and there was a tea cup on his hand. You had never seen him eat or drink anything before. He looked up to you and made to cover himself.

-Please don’t! I am just surprised to find you here, is all.- He nodded and left the mask on the desk.

-Tea? It is Chamomile and Lavender.

-Please.- He took the tea pot and poured the tea with such grace, as if he had never tore twenty plus people apart on his way to kidnap you once.

-Yo! We need some cookies too! - You say happily after taking the first sip. He looked at you and opened the bottom right desk drawer to take out a tin box full of cookies.

- I found your “stash”.- He says and there is laughter in his voice.

-Oh man! You know me so well!- He gave a small chuckle. Although from afar his features from his nose down were mostly indistinguishable, and he gave the impression of not having a mouth; from this close you could see his smiling lips. You were mesmerized by that mouth. There was sufficient light in his face to render his teeth and jaw bones indistinguishable, as if the light itself came from them and blended them in with the clear substance. Said light looked brighter after your comment.

You were so busy looking at his lips, you did not see him take a cookie from the tin can. You only noticed it when he opened his mouth. The white of his teeth could be seen but instead of biting into it, a clear appendage came out to lick at the sugar on top of it. The lick lasted a total of five second probably but it felt like ages while it swirled around on top of the round surface. There was a small noise coming from your throat that did not register until you see those lips pull into a mischievous side smile. You close the mouth you were not aware you had opened and look guiltily at the pair of bright crimson eyes watching you. You curse yourself for summoning those heated thoughts of the feel of his tongue on your skin, right at this moment. You fell the heat of those thoughts and the shame of being found out combined on your face.

-Umm…yeah…you caught me red handed.

-May I inquire as to what you were remembering this time?- He ask still smiling and then takes a bite of of the cookie.

-Yeah…I don’t think I want to answer that heh heh…

- I thought so. -He says and chuckles again.- He seemed to try and save you and changes the subject.- The first time I ate something I was waiting to watch it go down and stay suspended somewhere around where my stomach would be. The food just disappears as soon as I eat it. I found that more disturbing than the fact I could not taste it as much. My senses are dulled to pain and taste, but hightened in sight and smell. Pleasure…we can find out later.

==Why did I say that! Oh Askr! Just keep your cool Alfonse!==

He hears you almost choke on the tea.

-Warn a girl before you say something like that!…but…I’m actually curious too…we…can find out later.

=Did she just…?= He looks at your blushing cheeks and “blushes” himself. After that it is easier for him to be around you and not wear his mask. He still did wear it around other mostly because he did not like the attention. He understood that his chest showing was not the same as his face, but he was preparing for the inevitable day in which he had to take the mask for good. After all if the people that he cherished the most had seen him and did not mind it, then the rest of the world did not matter much.

~*~

-I will not be wearing that. I refuse.- Says Lif looking at the offending design of a garment.

-I do not see the problem with this. The armor is functional and it looks great. Do you prefer to show your chest?

-NO! - Answers Lif rather quickly. He hears Thrasir scoffing to his right.- I do not want to be compared to…-He pauses to look at Alfonse.- The head wear is unnecessary.

-Neither do I, if I want to be honest.- Says Alfonse who is leaning on the wall by the window again.

-Well, the point of this is not only that you are part of the order, but also…I want to awaken her memories of you. All of them. This may help.

-It is too formal. What am I using this for?

-It is perfect Lif, and I promise she will not be comparing you to Alfonse because he will be matching clothes with me. His outfit is going to be black and gold.- Says Fjorm. Alfonse turns to her so fast it probably gave him whiplash.

-Where are we matching outfits?

-To the Harvest Ball we will be having two days after the Harvest Festival. It is a masked ball.- Says Fjorm.

-What?- Both Alfonse say at the same time. They look at each other and then Lif motions for Alfonse to talk.

-What Harvest Ball are you referring to?

-The one The Council approved. They told me to let you know….Now you know.- Says Fjorm bashfully.- I kind of forgot to tell you first Alfonse. I told Forest about it and he came up with this outfit he had dawn some weeks ago with the hopes of setting up a date between _____ and Lif. I was exited by the idea of setting them up. Sorry...- Alfonse closes his eyes in annoyance and turns to look out of the window. He was probably more annoyed by her comment of setting Lif and you up than not being informed sooner.

-You want me to ask her to the ball and wear THIS!?- He Looks at the white suit and golden armor. It does not look like Alfonse’s own outfit per say. This is form fitting and it has two layers. There is the inner white shirt collared in gold that covers all chest and neck, then over this there is a high collared sort of form fitting long coat. There are golden shoulder pauldrons with Askran designs and matching arm guards and high boot covers. The “head wear is a golden circlet without any kind of gem or adornment.

- Well you can let my brother ask her out then.- Says Fjorm. -I can guarantee you he will be more than happy to have the chance to have her just for him for a whole night.- Fjorm says looking at the floor but expecting them to react almost violently to that. She is not disappointed. For the second time that day Alfonse turns faster than lightning to look at her; brows furrowed in anger. Lif mirrors his action and expression. They both know Hrid likes you and are seriously jealous of him. Alfonse also hods a grudge against him after the forced marriage. It was him who talked first.

- Lif.- They both looked at each other, for a while. Understanding came like they shared the same mind. They both radiated this miasma of doom and anger.

-…There will be no need for you to do that Alfonse. I can do it if the situation calls for it…Fine. I will ask her out...

-Wow! It is scary how you have those conversations between you in your eyes like that…Any way . It is great because I already have the design for her matching dress. You will both be Angels. Here is the design of your cloak. It has a set of golden feathers that form wings on the side. I would show you her dress design but… I want it to be a surprise.- Lif looks at the design of the cloak. The design is so much like the design he would have used on your wedding…he could not bear to look at it for long, much less wear it. The more he looked at it the worst he felt about it. He chanced a look at Alfonse. He was giving them his back and looking out of the window. Lif understood how he felt.

-I…I am sorry to ask this of you… but can you make the wings on the cloak to look like…light elves’ wing instead? I…my wedding…the cloak…- He covered his eyes. They felt strange, like smoke had been blown his way and he felt like getting out of the room. It felt so small so suddenly, like the air he did not need to breath had been sucked out of his nonexistent lungs. He turned away from them and opened the high windows to get out to the balcony.

-Oh!…I…I’m so sorry. I did not know. I’ll do something different.- He makes to follow Lif but Thrasir stops him. She shakes her head gently at him to leave him be. She motions for them to leave.

-Come Forest. I will help you with your new design.- They both leave and Fjorm follows silently.

Alfonse is left rooted to the spot. He has no idea what to say, but he understands what Lif is feeling. He himself had, had daydreams of his wedding to you and the reason he had not been able to look for long at the design was the same as Lif’s. The difference was…He had only daydreamed about his wedding and had never been able to tell you about it because his engagement had gotten in the way; but Lif… Lif had planed it with you. He had proposed and you were engaged. You had promised Yourselves to belong together…you had been lovers. To Alfonse it had been a sweet dream, to Lif it had been a reality taken from his grasp.

Alfonse went out of the room to the balcony. He looked at Lif and had the impression that Lif was not aware that he was crying. It was until he himself felt the wetness travel down his own cheek that he realized he was crying too.

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A/N

This will have a happy ending or so help me!

Also I made a drawing to go with this. I will post it next!

1. Here is what I think about when I think of the castle in Nifl in a sunny day. https://weheartit.com/entry/178147415  It reminds me of Lif.

2. On a brighter note we all know Chrom is bisexual and my head canon here is that he would so totally be Lif’s sub, after watching him dressed all sexy and badass.

[fire-emblem-drabbles]

Day 4

Pairing: Alfonse x reader

Prompt: Contentness

Description: After speaking with Ash and thinking it over just a moment, you decide that after all these years, you have to let your feelings be known; you have to tell Alfonse how much you love him.

Rating: sfw

Content Warning: None

Word Count: 1196

Notes: I think I could write about being in love with Alfonse a million times and never get tired <3

It felt so right to be by his side; loving someone had never felt so right, so pure and sweet. Almost like it was your first love all over again. But it wasn’t-- this was Alfonse. Prince of Askr. Leader of the Order of Heroes. One of your best friends.

He didn’t know you felt this way, of course. There was always other things to take care off… Tactics to consider, Heroes to train with or summon, meetings and papers… Not to mentions battles and wars. It was a lot, for one prince, for one tactician. So for the time being, you kept these feelings under lock and key.

But, you were content with this. You had felt this way for years, after all, so you doubted they would go away any time soon. As long as you got to stay by his side, support him and see the day he smiled again. Well, that was enough.

“Summoner?” You blinked away from your thoughts, seeing Ash before you.

“Hello Ash! Was there something I could help you with?” You smile politely at her, trying to pretend you weren’t just lost in your thoughts. What were you doing again?

“Oh, well you see I saw you staring off into space, so I thought to bring you back with us.” She smiled sweetly. “So actually, can I help you summoner? That is why I called you from your thoughts.”

“Ahh, well…” You frown slightly. You did adore Ash, but you hesitated in sharing your thoughts with her. If only because you didn’t want to bother her with your feelings. Still, a little insight would be… nice.

“Ash, have you ever loved another person?”

“Loved?” She seemed taken aback at your question. She took a moment, and spoke again though. “I… cannot say that I have, at least not in the sense your seem to speak. I loved Lord Askr like a father, and I adore you mortals as he did but… I’ve never fallen in love, so to speak.” You nod at her words, a soft sigh leaving you.

“I see… I’ve been in love with someone for a long time.” You admit, a soft smile meeting your lips at thoughts of Alfonse. “I’ve never tried to confess to them or anything because our lives are always so… so hetic.” You frown a little. “I don’t want to complicate his life by admitting my feelings.”

“Oh, Summoner…” Her voice goes soft. “Don’t feel as if I’m pressuring you, but I think you admitting your love might help this person.” You meet her gaze, Ash smiling reassuredly at you. “Love is a very precious thing… I think you only have something to gain by sharing it.”

“You think so?” You sigh softly. “It never bothered me in the past but lately… I don’t know.” You sigh softly. “I guess I’ve just been getting angsty.” You admit to her.

“If you don’t mind me asking… Who is it?” Ash looks at you with big, wide eyes.

“I’ll give you three guesses.” You wink. She probably already knew, after all.

“Is it… Prince Alfonse?” She asked.

“Yup. It’s always been him.” You smile softly. “Knowing that now… do you still think I should confess?”

“Hm…” She closed her eyes a moment, considering all that had happened. “Well… I know he cares for you very much Summoner. I can’t say that it’s love but… I think it would be worth it, in the end.” She decides, nodding.

“You think so?” You can’t help but get a little excited at her words. “You know what… I think you’re right!” You grin softly. “I think I’ll go find him right now! Thank you Ash!” You can’t help but leave with a pep in your step, off to find your beloved prince.

“Don’t do anything too rash!” Ash calls after your retreating form. She can’t but smile as you bound off though. Things would be okay, wouldn’t they?

“I’ll be fine!” You assured her, hurrying on your way. This time of day Alfonse should be…

“Whoa!” You bump right into someone, the both of you stumbling a little but luckily not tripping (despite the speed you were going).

“Goodness, ____, what’s got you in such a hurry?” You can’t help but grin as Alfonse stands before you, bracing you by the shoulders.

“I was looking for you, sorry.” You breath out, breathless and nervous now that you were in his presence.

“Oh, is everything okay?” He frowns at you, but your shake your head.

“It’s great, actually!” You assure him, grin on your face. “Fantastic, even. I came to a realization. But ah…” You look around at the space you were in. “Follow me, to somewhere more… private.” You decide, cheeks darkening. You take his gloved hand in yours and all but drag him towards the castle gardens.

“What’s gotten into you?” Alfonse follows along side you despite being confused.

“You’ll see! It’s nothing bad, I swear!” The two of you pass Ash, and she can’t help but smile as she sees the two of you talking-- and walking, rather quickly away.

“You keep avoiding my questions.” He sighes softly. “Suppose I’ll just have to trust you.” He smiles softly, the sight making your heart pound.

“I’ve never lead you astray, have I?” You smile right back at him, now outside in the castle gardens. You lead him straight to your special space, hiding behind the blooming roses.

“No, you haven’t.” Alfonse chuckles and looks at where you’ve taken him. “So, why the special scenery? Why sneak away with me all the sudden?” He looks to you. He still hasn’t dropped your hand. You dare to dream.

“Well…” You shift on your feet a little, nerves hitting you now that your initical wave of excitement had died down. “You know how happy I am by your side, right?” You ask him.

“...Yeah? I’m happy to be by your side too. There’s no better summoner, or friend, I could ask for.” You take his other hand in your own, being brave and facing him eye to eye.

“I’ve felt this way for a long time, Al. I’m content to stay by your side for as long as you’ll have me… but I want more than that. I love you.” You give him a shy smile, fighting against the urge to look away.

“...Love me? You love me?” He repeats. As if the words aren’t real.

“I do. I really, really do.” You laugh a little. Does that mean, he…?

“_____…” The way he says your name makes you melt. “Of course I love you. I always thought that… I don’t know. That you wouldn’t feel the same.” He laughs softly. “That feels so silly now, having heard you say it.”

“Doesn’t in?” You can’t help but squeeze his hands in yours, and he does the same in turn. “Feeling this way now… knowing you love me like I love you.. I’m so happy.” You drop his hands, only to pull him into a hug, one he happily returns. The two of you squeeze one another a long moment, far too content to think of letting go.