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#Bruno Zacharias Fire Emblem
apollo-just-ice · 1 month
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Ooough,,, sappy sentimental lack of sleep ramblings ahead
Idk I think a cool thing is that the more I write Bruno, the more I discover things about him?
(Or ig my perception of him gains depth or something. Obviously I don’t think I’m picking up on a bunch of tiny little clues hidden into the story that only had one way to be interpreted)
Like even this most recent fic, I’ve written something that contradicts a bit with a longer fic I’m working on
But it’s like it just happened while I was writing that I was like “ah yeah ofc it happened this way”
Bleh <3
I am unfortunately crazy about the blorbo
But at the same time, ig it’s neat to see how my creative abilities grow alongside him, as well as how he grows as a character as I continue to work with writing him,,,
Like it’s kind of amazing, when you love a character enough, you grow in your artistic talents, and they in turn grow into more than you originally knew them as,,,
He isn’t real but I am still grateful to him for that,,, like I’ve been writing feh, and therefore Bruno, for coming up on two years now?? That’s crazy, what.
I think I’ve grown a lot as an author over that time… thank you, Bruno Zacharias <3
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rainbowdonkee · 1 year
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Full art for Winter Bruno/Zacharias - Masked Reveler!
Arist: Yusuke Kozaki
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sendingstone · 5 months
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buncha fire emblem heroes doodles, featuring a couple fun commander anna headcanons
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dotted-clouds · 1 year
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how does he do that
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alfonsebelovedhuhuhu · 5 months
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FEH has trivialized the deaths of male OCs so I’m gonna make you think of Bruno again and how bloody depressing his story is.
Bruno can’t be with the people he loves. The politics of Embla were too chaotic for him to be seen with Veronica, much less dote and cherish her like he wanted.
Bruno can’t be with the Askr siblings because the very blood that flows through his veins compels him to end them.
In his journey to be with the ones he loves he has isolated himself, in a tireless pursuit for a cure. A solution. But it never shows itself.
Then suddenly you’re back together with everyone you love. Setting up camp, sharing meals, thinking up battle strategies. It must’ve been unreal to him. But it was real, and it’s fate’s way of giving him a semblance of what he wants before he’s permanently isolated from the people he cherish.
Bruno was lonely the entire time and the moment he is able to witness what he wanted to achieve, his search was over.
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zhorrot · 9 months
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I Want My Summoner Back by Alfonse von Zenith
Alfonse: Have you seen the Summoner?
Anna: No, I haven't seen the Summoner.
Alfonse: OK. Thank you anyway.
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Alfonse: Have you seen the Summoner?
Veronica: No, I have not seen any Summoners around here.
Alfonse: OK. Thank you anyway.
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Alfonse: Have you seen the Summoner?
Loki: No. Why are you asking me? I haven't seen the Summoner. I haven't seen any Summoners around here. I would never kidnap a Summoner. Don't ask me anymore questions.
Summoner: MMMMPHHLONZMMPPHH!!
Alfonse: OK. Thank you anyway.
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Alfonse: Have you seen the Summoner?
Sharena: I haven't seen the Summoner all day. I've been trying to befriend every single Hero!
Alfonse: Want me to help you?
Sharena: Yes please.
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Alfonse: Have you seen the Summoner?
Lif: I had a Summoner once. But then I failed to protect--
Alfonse: I don't care. My Summoner is still alive. Thank you anyway.
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Alfonse: Have you seen the Summoner?
Askr: What's a Summoner?
Alfonse: ...Thank you anyway.
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Alfonse: lying on his back depressed: Nobody has seen the Summoner. What if I never see them again? What if nobody ever finds them? My poor Summoner. I miss them so much.
Bruno/Zacharias: What's the matter?
Alfonse: I've lost my Summoner. And no one has seen them.
Bruno/Zacharias: What do they look like?
Alfonse: They wear a white cloak with gold--
*SUDDENLY REALIZATION*
Alfonse: I HAVE SEEN MY SUMMONER!
Alfonse: YOU! (*running towards Loki*): You took my Summoner!
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*literally five minutes later*
Alfonse: I love my Summoner.
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xander-wolk · 1 year
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Bruno come back..
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mecharlie-fox · 4 months
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I AM ALIVE YES [FIRE EMBLEM: HEROES]
"Such a disappointment. It seems that the reality of the Summoner does not live up to the legend as you say, Askr."
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alfonse-field · 2 years
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my predictions for the rest of the book
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apollo-just-ice · 8 months
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Me when Bruno has the tiniest appearance in a day in the life 😭😭 like omg!! Wondered if he was gonna be there and zoomed in and found him right away <3
It’s been so long since he’s appeared there I think,,,
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generichero · 1 year
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bruno zacharias fire emblem the guy ever
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rainbowdonkee · 2 years
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I NEED WATER REAL FAST
*Spoilers!*
New art for Bruno/Zacharias in the upcoming story chapters!
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lustrous-dreams-art · 2 years
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A symphony to the fallen
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bouquetwrites · 2 years
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Everything I Thought That I Could Save
It wasn’t fair. (Book vi ch 11 spoilers)
The trip back to the Askran kingdom was a deafeningly quiet one. The order would need to regroup and devise a new plan to stop Embla after she foiled their initial ones so easily. Although, with how easily everything fell to ruin with their first plan, and with his longtime friend dead because of it, Alfonse wasn’t certain he saw much point in trying to come up with something. For all he knew, Embla would just find a way around this one too. Because how dare he have any sliver of hope, the very thing that got Bruno killed.
He hardly left his room since they returned. Only to eat and bathe, and even then, he did those things less so than he typically would. It pained the ones closest to him to see him in such a state, but no one could really blame him. He was on the verge of helping someone he held so dear achieve something he'd been working towards for years, only to have it—to have him— ripped out from underneath with no warning. On top of all of that, he had to be the one to kill him. It would be even more troubling if this wasn’t how he responded.
The prince sat at his desk, holding the mask that Bruno had donned until recently in his hands. His head felt like an arrow pierced it from the abundance of tears he shed in that moment. In the moments since he lost him. His grip on the garment tightened, his face falling into the fists that formed as he choked out more sobs.
“Alfonse?”
He heard a faint knock on his door, alongside a concerned voice calling out for him. The voice of the summoner. His trusted companion. His love. It pained him even more to realize that in the midst of his grief, he had neglected her. He knew she didn’t resent him for it; that she knew and understood how much Bruno meant to him. In turn, she cared just as much for him and was just as determined to bring him back to the order. Even so, the guilt still picked and prodded at him, and he couldn’t get it to stop.
“Babe...? Can you please let me in?” She begged from the other side, and he wondered if she was speaking metaphorically as well as literally. “...please?”
His chest ached as her voice trembled on the last word. It was rare for her to cry, at least in front of others; even him. He could hardly recall the last time he saw her do so, and it cut deep whenever she did.
The lump in Kiran’s throat threatened to snap with how tight it was, and whatever battle she was fighting against the tears in her eyes, she was mercilessly defeated. She shakily stood in front of her beloved’s door, one hand laying on top of it while the other clutched at her chest, where her heart was. She never thought of herself as good with things such as these, but she knew she had to at least try. She loved him too much not to.
“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, babe, just…” She whimpered. “Just… It kills me to know you’re hurting this much. It’s fucking destroying me knowing that I can’t do anything to take it away. I know you think you have to be strong for the Order… and for your people… but you shouldn’t have to deal with this by yourself. That’s not fair to you.”
Perhaps it wasn’t fair, but it was what Alfonse had grown to be used to. Even as he found himself opening up to others more and allowing himself to form bonds with those around him, he struggled with being completely vulnerable. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, moreso that he knew as future king, there were certain expectations placed upon him. Were he not to live up to them, he feared that people would start to lose faith in him.
“I know how much you loved Bru… Zacharias.” Kiran continued, her voice straining from her own emotions.
The prince could feel even more burning hot tears fall quickly down his cheeks as he heard her refer to his fallen friend by the name he went by in the time he knew him. She had only ever known him as Bruno, but even after it had been discovered that the Emblian prince and his childhood friend were the same person, she noticed that Alfonse would still call him Zacharias. She wasn’t sure if using the latter name would help in any way, or if it would just bring him more pain. She wasn’t sure of anything that she was doing.
“From the time I spent with him and from seeing the two of you together, I can tell he loved you just as much, and he… he wouldn’t want you to think this was your fault. Because it’s not—“
Her words came to an abrupt halt as she watched the door open. In front of her stood a still incredibly distraught Alfonse, eyes bloodshot and accompanied by dark circles underneath. It shattered her heart to see someone she loved so much in such a state, and in some ways, she felt powerless.
“I didn’t account for Embla knowing our intentions….” He murmured.
“None of us could have.” She tried to assure him.
“We were… so close…” His voice shook as more tears fell. “We were so close to… close to saving him… he had been through so much hell…”
It was then she noticed the mask in his hands. Kiran’s hand clasped at her mouth as sobs escaped from it. Truly, Bruno had been dealt an awful hand throughout his life. For it to end the way it did felt outrageously unjust.
“It’s not fair…” Alfonse wept. “It’s not fair…!”
The devastated prince was now on his knees in front of the summoner, hands covering his face as his body shuddered from all the emotions running rampant through him. Kiran promptly stepped into his room, shutting the door behind her and joining him on the ground. Throwing her arms around him, she pulled him into as strong of an embrace as she could muster.
“It’s not, babe. I’m so sorry…” She choked out, echoing his previous words to her. She moved a hand up to stroke the back of his head, feeling her own tears flooding down her face as he pulled her in closer and held her tighter.
Neither of them could recall how much time they spent crying in each other’s arms. At some point, Alfonse could feel himself growing fatigued. This didn’t surprise the summoner, given how much transpired in such a short time. She helped him into his bed, saddened, yet relieved as she observed him almost immediately falling asleep. She knew full well how desperately he needed some rest with everything he had been through recently.
She crawled into the space next to him, wanting to hold him more as he slept but also not wanting to smother him. Eventually, she settled for soothingly rubbing his arm, watching him slowly breathe in his slumber until she herself let her weariness overtake her as she slept by his side.
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randomkposts · 5 months
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“For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.“ -Vincent Van Gogh
A FEH book iii based story.
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When Alphonse died, he asked you to look after Sharena. And you have kept this promise to the end. Veronica fell to lies, the summoner to betrayal. Hel is dead now, but at the cost of everyone. Of everything. The world is dying around you, withered with no decay. Decay is a form of life, and this world has no life or death left in it. Just the endlessly stretching eternity of nothing. The mask is hot on your face, and you dare not take it off, for fear of what you might breathe unfiltered. 
The sky burns with the low red of fading fire. Your eyes have long grown adjusted to it, as you work in the near dark.
"This time..." Sharena starts, but doesn't finish. 
You squeeze her fingers. You know what she means. This time things will be different. This time you will intervene where the past you had failed to act. Not complete control, but enough. At the very least, this time you will not be the last man standing. 
She hugs you. Slowly you hug her back. Sharena is a gift. You would be in a worse place without her. Her optimism has kept you going in a world gone to hell. 
"This time we can be friends sooner." You tell her. She's crying, but responds that she would like that. 
It's not long before you are finished with the prep work. You hold each other close, masks off, your knife in her ribs, and hers in yours. 
Together you fall. 
You hold her as you both lay dying, while the ritual activates .
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It works. Or it works well enough to be called a success.
It's not as if you wanted full control. You are in the background of the mind of your past self, as he concerns himself over issues you have long since forgotten about. But you do have a truce, and sometimes have control to set up for the future. 
You meet her sometimes. She looks at you oddly, but the friendship is still there. Your Sharena and her present self learn to cooperate. She has prep-work of her own to set. But it's nice to have her company again. You have missed her. 
Together you manage to put off the bad future into the far off future. Until they are older and wiser and capable of handling it better. But you know that you are both just buying time. 
She dies first, and something in you breaks a little at the news. You didn't want to be the last one standing.  You broke your promise to Alphonse, to protect her to the end. And a world without Sharena feels like a world with the moon. Hope is still there in the stars, but something fundamental is gone. 
It bleeds like a raw barely healed cut, and you try to avoid thinking about it. Your other self notices. 
"You loved her."
"Yes." 
"It was impossible, you know."
"It didn't matter. Sharena was a breath of fresh air in a stale hellscape. You don't know how much you need her until she's there, and remember life can be beautiful If you let it."
"I'll take your word on that."
"They are the main reason that life is worth staying alive for. Don't waste your moments away from them."
"Your reasons, maybe."
"The end will come no matter what you do. But when the time comes, do you want this to be your regret? " 
Bruno decides to try to help them become  friends. It doesn't go super well, given they both want his attention, but he's taking your advice, and that is satisfying. 
In this world, Bruno is not the last man left standing. Alphonse and Veronica are crying, and Bruno is scared, but you are there with him. You don't fear death again. 
"They will do better than we did." You tell him, as the blessing of silence washes over everything.
"You once said that life can be beautiful, if we let it." 
"I did."
"I can see that now."
"I'm glad."
You look up at Veronica and Alfonse crying over you. You have every faith they can create a better future then the one you left behind.
You die at peace, and amongst friends.
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I wrote this a bit ago and thought I would clean it up and share. Bruno and Sharena (last survivors of their world), use a ritual that sends them back in time (or possibly to a diffrent world), where they work with themselves of the other reality to try to prevent their bad future.
(This new timeline leads to Lif and Thrasir)
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acenya · 2 years
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Everyone's sad about Bruno dying... Meanwhile I'm surprised he actually lived that long. He's been a walking red flag since forever.
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