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pioneer-over-c · 3 months
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uh oh
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emotionaldepravity · 7 months
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I really like your kid reader headcanons, so I would like to know if I could request some kid summoner whit fallen lyon or fomortiis, thanks.
Sure! I'll write for both and you'll see why.
Fomortiis
-The demon king himself never imagined that he would be at another's mercy, let alone the mercy of a child.
-However, he plays along. What good would it do him to rattle his cage before the time is right? He'd much rather play the role of your protector for now.
-He finds it much more difficult to tempt you seeing as simple things like offering you sweets or playing with you are things anyone can do.
-Instead he will just bide his time waiting for you to grow up. He will seem trustworthy until the day comes where he can properly drown you in despair as he did for Lyon.
Fallen!Lyon
-Though he puts on airs, he desires to protect you from himself.
-He might seem cruel or mean for pushing you away, but its for the best. Though you might find an unmarked present in your room if he makes you cry really hard.
-If Fomortiis ever fully took over, no one would know there was a change so he continues to play the villain far from anyone.
-He is careful not to let anyone else like him get close to you either. Your safety comes first. Even if that means you hate him for his rudeness and cruelty.
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Summoner getting the Lyons confused Saga
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Miranda: Hey Lyon, what's up?
Lyon: I'm over here! That's the Demon King!
Miranda: Oops, wrong Lyon.
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Miranda: I invited Lyon to hang out with us.
Dimitri: *nervous* Are you sure you didn't invite the one that eats souls?
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Miranda: Hmm I really need a system for telling these Lyons apart.
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devilrevenant · 4 months
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this one is from around september, i think? i need to create more content of my selfship with fom/lyon, though
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winter-came · 1 year
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"I didn't care much how long I lived But I swear I thought I dreamed her." -Work song by Hozier
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randomnameless · 3 months
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Lyon trying to trick Priam into becoming one of Fomortiis' servants, only to give up once he realizes Priam has too much experience and knows that any offer of easy power always comes with a terrible cost, deciding to go look for someone more guillible>>>Lyon being a perfect guy with no flaws and whose main trait is simping for the Renais twins; never thought i'd have to praise the Awakening Spotpass nostalgia-bait chapters of all things, but Heroes certainly has a way of setting bars unbelievably low.
TBH,
For some characters, the FE13 spotpass/DLC stuff has better characterisation than FEH!
Or...
FEH wants to sell alts, when FE13 wanted to sell "nostalgia" (that's totes why i bought all those packs back then lol), so FE13 could be close to the source material than FEH who wants you to feel bad for Lyon and his tragedy, thus buy alts where he's happy or lives his dream of being a "friend" to the twins.
IDK if FE13 Lyon was Lyon or already Fomortiis or whatever, but it's indeed more interesting to have him be the one who wants power at all costs - even if he had nice intentions (save the world, become the twins's friend) - and destroys everything he once hold dear (the twins, Grado, the world).
As my favourite FEH character says :
Lyon: “Thank you, Eirika. You were always…so kind. The Demon King will claim my flesh as a vessel for his resurrection. Before that can happen…I want you to kill me. I’m sorry, Eirika. I’m already-“ Evil Lyon: “Oh, please…Are you done turning your failings into some sad epic of personal tragedy… It’s time we started then. I have a ritual to complete…and some nuisances to kill.”
As long as they can make money, Heroes will continue to uwufy characters, regardless of canon (see Reinhardt).
But I stand with Fomortiis here, Canon!Lyon's failings led to his resurrection, it's not an epic tragedy, it's, at its core, the story of someone who wanted to rely on "cheap" power to gain everything he desired, and who was arrogant enough to believe he could count on and master said "cheap" power.
(cheap as in an easy way to get power)
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fallenfantasyworld · 3 months
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Lyon’s thoughts of RWBY’s big three red girls—Ruby, Cinder, and Eve Taurus?
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Oh boy, those three quite a lot to say:
Ruby reminds me a bit of myself, granted I didn't have the luck of sharing any relation to any of STRQ. She's developing well, much to see from her.
Cindy...I love a woman with ambition, and with the knob of crazy cranked to a level like hers? Downright irresistible, she's quite a delicious treat.
Eve Taurus, what can be said about her. A cow with nice tits, I love her ferocity, I find it pretty hot.
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seaseren · 9 months
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still in awe that I set out to make a classic ff leading lady type and she ended up just hardcore sucking. Like she's the stereotypical harpy in 2000s yaoi fics except I love and cherish her and she's done nothing wrong ever in her life
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theyuseifan · 2 years
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i had a thought
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koholintnightmare · 7 months
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free solo :) i remember when she first got released, i wanted her but idk how bad the powercreep is now LMAO
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woso-dreamzzz · 5 months
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Champion
Alessia Russo x Reader
Summary: You're riding a high and make sure to keep it going
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The minutes on the clock were ticking down and you shifted on your feet.
Everything depended on this match and with Bayern Munich only up by one goal, it was up to you to make sure it stayed that way.
You hadn't had much to do during the first half but, after an early goal from Georgia in the second half, Lyon had begun to put on the pressure. You knew that you had certainly lucked out with your Champions League fixtures this year, with Lyon knocking out Barcelona in their semifinal match so you didn't have to go up against Bonmati, Guijarro and Putellas (who all frankly scared you to pieces) but by no means, was this final an easy match.
Twelve minutes of extra time had been added after Pernille went down with a calf injury halfway through the current half.
Your heart pounded as you watched a quick one-two from Van De Donk to Horan, who immediately began to sprint up the wing. You readied yourself in your box as there was a quick pass to Hegerberg, who slipped between your defenders and took a shot.
You grabbed it from the air, the power from the kick almost taking the breath out of you.
"Come on!" You yelled out your joy," Come on! Try me! I dare you!"
The Munich supporters went wild at your save and you spared a look up at the big screen that showed the friends and family box. Your parents were going wild but your focus was on your girlfriend.
Alessia was jumping up and down, screaming in joy. She looked absolutely stunning in your keeper kit and you had to tear your eyes away from her to roll the ball to Magda.
Your high from the save didn't last long when, seconds before extra time ended Lyon was awarded a penalty after Tuva took down someone in the box.
Hegerberg came to take it, looking at you with eyes that promised that she wouldn't miss like last time.
Your throat bobbed for a moment before you took your position on your line.
You knew that match was over the moment the ball left her foot. You couldn't explain how or why you knew, you just did.
The ball soared towards the top left corner and you leapt for it, stretching up before your glove curled around it and came to secure it to your chest.
The stadium erupted into cheers as you celebrated, running from your goal with the ball before booting it clear across the pitch.
You felt Georgia at your back, crashing into you before getting dog-piled by everyone.
It took a while to be released but, when you did, you didn't wait around to celebrate more. You passed Georgia, who had slipped onto the bench and pressed something very familiar into your hand, and headed with a single-minded purpose to the stands.
Fans called your name but you did nothing but give them smiles and waves before you finally came to a stop in front of your favourite fan.
Alessia smiled at you, cupping your tear-stained cheeks as emotions overwhelmed your body. "Hi, baby. That was a good game."
You nodded mutely before tugging off your gloves, throwing them aimlessly into the crowd before wrapping your arms around Lessi's waist and pulling her onto the pitch.
You both fell back at the action, lying on the pitch before bursting into laughter.
The fans screamed when you kissed, remaining where you had fallen with no concern in the world.
"My baby," She said fondly as she pressed another kiss to your lips," Best keeper in the Champions League. Congrats on your clean sheet."
You laughed, riding your high of adrenaline with pride. "What can I say?" You teased," Safest hands in the league too."
"You're silly," She said when you finally rose to your feet.
Celebrations were still going on around you as the officials rushed to set up the stage for the medal ceremony but nothing could quite compare to the woman in front of you.
"I'm very silly," You agreed," But you love me for it?"
"I love you for everything you do." Alessia grinned at you.
"Then I hope you'll love me for what I'm about to do now." You dropped down onto your knee and revealed the ring box Georgia had pressed into your hand earlier. "Alessia, I may have just won the Champions League but there's only one thing I want right now. Make me be the happiest person here...Marry me?"
Alessia didn't even reply to you. She grabbed you by the front of your jersey and tugged you towards her, crashing your lips together and resting your foreheads against each other.
"Was that a yes?" You laughed even as you slowly slid the ring onto her finger.
Her hand dipped into her pocket and pulled out her own ring box. "What do you think?"
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pioneer-over-c · 3 months
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Choose Your Lyons 2/7: The Fall of Renais Sandcastle
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Can we please talk about the fact that Watson receives a telegram that Holmes has fallen ill and immediately rushes down to Lyon in just 24 hours?? The urgency and the devotion of it is just breaking my heart :,)
And Watson and the story in general are taking mental illness seriously and treat it as phenomenon mixed with but not reduced to Holmes' physical exhaustion. Holmes is sick, he needs to rest, but at the same time he's intrigued by the new case and Watson is just trying to make sure he doesn't overdo it again. I especially like the domesticity between them at the beginning. :)
And then the local inspector gets Holmes to work the case, and comes back some time later a bit confused like Uhm, are you sure Mr Holmes has recovered, he's acting really weird, and Watson, despite likely having mixed feelings abuot Holmes getting back to work already just says Nah, he's always like that <3
And Holmes is just in such a good mood, Watson, your country-trip has been a distinct success, I have had a charming morning, and all of this just shows how close they are, I can't get over it. :) Seriously, where's all the fanfic about this? :)
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enmoire · 1 year
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Fallen Heroes: Lyon, Corrin, and Robin 
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outsideratheart · 1 year
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128. With drunk Leah Williamson :)
128 “you’re pretty.” - “you’re drunk.”
You never were a fan of christmas but you did love going home to celebrate it. Living in France and playing for Lyon meant that you didn't really get to see your family except from when you came back to England for camp.
Before going home to Rochdale you planned on spending a few days in Manchester with your sister Keira. You are barely through the door of her apartment when you got a phone call from her asking if you would go and pick them up from a bar.
Truth is you didn’t really want to. You had finished your last game of the season which was a late kick off then you hoped on the plane to come home. You wanted nothing more than to go to bed but you can already imagine your mum’s reaction if she were to find out you left your baby sister stranded in the wild Manchester night life.
“I can’t believe you came” Lucy says as she helps Keira into the car.
“And risk facing the wrath of my mother if something happens to her baby girl” you point to you highly intoxicated sister “Hi Key”
“Y/N my beautiful big sister. I have a surprise for you”
“Do you now?”
Looking through you rear view mirror you can tell she is almost asleep so you leave her be. Let time answer your question.
“One more” Lucy says after fastening Keira’s seatbelt.
You turn to face Lucy only for her have already left the back of your car. As far you were aware it was only her and Keira that you were picking up.
When you see the passenger car door open you see the surprise your sister was referring to.
“Y/N!” A very drunk Leah Williamson greets you “the champions league winner is home and she’s looking very tired”
“Thanks” you eyes are on the road as you begin the drive home “I have just landed after playing 90 minutes, give a girl some slack”
In the back seat you see that both Lucy and Keira have fallen asleep leaving you alone with Leah. The blonde is talking to you about anything and everything. She tells you about her season, the trip to LA that they went on and how she cannot wait to play the euros with you.
“You’re pretty.” Leah says between hiccups.
She shake your head at her compliment knowing that she would never say this if she were sober. You and Leah had a very weird relationship. You could spend hours with her and it would feel like minutes. She would accompany you to family events so that you didn’t get bugged about not having a girlfriend and she would come to Lyon to support you when her schedule allowed it. Despite that you remain friends and nothing more. She was your little sister’s best friend, she was off limits and it made her forbidden fruit, something that you dreamed of tasting.
“You’re drunk.” You replied all while not taking your eyes off the road ahead of you.
“Doesn’t mean I’m lying” Leah blatantly replies whilst resting her head of the cool window as she watches the streets of Manchester pass by.
When you get back to Keira & Lucy’s apartment, the older defender tell you she will take your sister and leaves you to get Leah.
“Hop on” you tell Leah as she gets out the car.
“Look I’m finally get to ride Y/N” Leah says a little too loud for your liking.
“Leah Williamson you will be the death of me”
She only hums in response.
“You smell good” you can hear Leah taking a deep breathe and as she exhaled you can feel her warm breathe on your neck.
Her continuous breathes cause goosebumps to rise to your skin.
Once in the apartment you realise that there are only two bedrooms. Any other day you would happily take the couch and let Leah have the bed but you were tired. You and Leah get into bed and she immediately snuggles into your side. The overwhelming need to pull her closer supersedes your need to create distance.
When you wake it comes as no surprise to find you are the first one up. A hour of so later Lucy joins you and the two of you catch up on your season over a cup of coffee.
Then comes Leah and Keira, both of them looking worse for wear.
“Good Morning girls!!” You make the extra effort of shouting at them.
“Noooo” Leah wines.
“Here” you hand them both a cup of coffee.
You cannot help but laugh at the sight in front of you. The younger players fail focus on anything as they stare into the space.
“So Leah how did it feel to finally sleep with Y/N?” Lucy teases earning a disapproving look from you.
“What? I didn’t? Did we?” Leah looks at you for guidance.
The look Lucy sends you way begs you to play along.
“We did. I’m surprised at how loud you were” you tease her further.
What makes it even better is the look of shock on your sister’s face.
“You slept with my sister?” She looks at Leah “and you slept with my bestfriend?” Keira slaps your shoulder hard.
“Ow! No need to get violent. Did you expect me to sleep on the couch after playing a game, being on a flight for two hours then having to come pick your drunk arse up”
“Wait you when say we slept together you actually mean sleep?” Leah asks you as a wave of relief washes over her.
“Of course. What else would I have been talking about?” You raise your eyes brows playfully and smirk when you see Leah blush at the thought.
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