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phlavours · 2 years
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HAPPY 10 YEARS TO MY FAVE GAME EVER! ⚔⚡
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abbyromanoff · 1 month
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Since we talked about it and you said you would accept it. I am requesting Autistic!reader and Kate. Kate helping R who has become overwhelmed and overstimulated. Thanks 😘
BABY MINE
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PAIRINGS: Kate Bishop x autistic!reader
WORD COUNT: 683
WARNINGS: R is overwhelmed/overstimulated, autistic R (based on my own experience with it), fluff, angst, that’s abt it :)
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“Y/N? Y/N,” Kate dragged out, “I’m home!” She kicked off her shoes, something you requested as you hated any dirt in the house. She removed her heavy jacket, shaking off the chills she received before heading towards the kitchen. She didn’t hear your voice, and she guessed you were napping or in the shower so she decided to begin cooking. She knew you loved warm soup on a freezing day, and she shared the same deep desire as you after returning from archery practice.
“Babe? You here?” The woman asked across the apartment, her voice echoing slightly and bringing a deafening silence in the end.
“I made you some grilled cheese and tomato soup!” She carried the items into your shared room hoping to find you, and to her luck, she did. She sighed gratefully and placed the items on the bureau, stalking towards your side of the bed and furrowing her brows when she spotted your eyes were not shut.
“Hey, baby, how was your day?” She began soothingly, and you sniffled as you struggled to look at her. She brushed the few hairs out of your face and you remained emotionally still. She was growing a deeper level of concern the longer you stared off into a distance.
“Can you talk to me? Or is that a little too much for you, princess?” You shook your head slowly, cuddling closer to the blankets as you felt rushes of the cold air breathing against you heavily.
“That’s quite alright, dear. I made you some soup, would you like any?” You shrugged your shoulders after a moment of thought, and she chuckled softly.
“It’s okay if you say no, I won’t be offended.” Your lack of response was the only answer she needed. She slowly pushed your legs and made a small spot for her to sit.
“Is it alright if I touch you a bit?” You nodded, and she sighed happily.
“I know I’m asking so many questions, and I know it might be a lot for you, but I just want to get a better understanding of how I can help you, I’d hate to see you suffering.” She crawled behind you suddenly, wrapping a singular arm around you tensely yet pulling it away in a nick of time when she felt you beginning to tense.
“I’m s’rry,” Her eyes widened just a bit before she shushed you quickly.
“No, baby, it’s alright! I shouldn’t have done that, okay?” You sniffled quietly as you felt yourself missing her soft but cold touch. You whined just under your breath, dragging your hand across your body and pulling hers to meet yours; the act taking so much energy out of your already tired body.
“Work must’ve been so hard, huh? I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to help calm you and text you, but I’m here now, my love, and I’m not going anywhere.” Your pinky tapped against hers in a rhythmic form, causing her to follow soon after. She fluttered her eyes shut as she hummed the lullaby she knew you were tapping, allowing herself to bring a small peck to your shoulder between pauses. She worried you’d tense, but your body remained calm under her touch and her voice, and she felt a sense of pride beaming in her chest.
“I’m tired, Katey,” She paused momentarily to answer to your spoken words that was followed with a yawn.
“That’s okay, just close your eyes.” She whispered before continuing, and a smile quirked at your lips as you succumbed to the feeling.
When the humming came to a slow stop, she called out your name quietly into the ear, receiving nothing but soft breaths in return. She leaned over and admired your eyes shut in a peaceful, sleeping manner, awarding herself before returning to her previous position. She placed her arm on your waist gently, enough to feel as though a feather was only brushing against you, and allowed herself to follow suit, continuing to slowly hum the song so briefly so your dreams were filled with her soothing tone.
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theoneprecioustome · 19 days
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Aigis' S-Link: Platonic & Romantic Route
P3R (finally!) introduced the option to stay just friends with the girls, and Aigis wasn't the exception. I think there's a lot to be said about the way both routes were handled, especially in regards to the rooftop scene, so I wanted to share my thoughts about it while the game is still fresh in my mind lol
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First things first: No matter what route you pick, Aikoto truly are the cutest. Just look at them! Their bond is truly phenomenal regardless of how you choose to interpret it.
From what I've seen, the rooftop scene remains the same whether you romanced Aigis or not. Which is logical, because the rooftop scene has been the same since Vanilla, back when Aigis didn't even have a Social Link. It is not influenced by whether the player chose to romance Aigis or not, because it's mandated by the main story rather than by optional choices.
In other words, whether you choose to interpret it romantically or not, Makoto's bond with Aigis (and the strength of it) has never been optional.
That said, now that we have a "platonic" and a "romantic" route to compare, I feel like P3R makes it even more obvious that the rooftop scene we all know and love features an Aigis who is in love with Makoto rather than one that just sees him as a friend 😂
Beware of spoilers for the entire game and Episode Aigis - The Answer!
Let's begin chronologically. In P3R, you can avoid having to reject the girls by simply not giving them any reason to confess to you in the first place. For Aigis, this happens on Rank 8 of her social link, where we get this choice:
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If the player chooses to tell Aigis that what she feels for Makoto is just friendship, Aigis will accept it and focus on becoming Makoto's best friend (more on that later, because there's a lot to be said about that, too). If the player tells Aigis that what she feels for Makoto is love, Rank 9 and 10 of her Social Link happen just like they did in FES and P3P (unless the player rejects her, of course).
What is really interesting here though is the way the Social Link Cards choose to describe Aigis' mindset in each route. During the platonic route, we get a very general description telling us that Aigis has "shared her thoughts on the significance of finite things such as life..."
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Meanwhile, if you go for the romantic route, you get the following description:
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"She's decided to cast her doubt aside and share her true feelings with me..."
There's no description like that in her platonic route. This is also true of the way Aigis chooses to "confess" her wish to Makoto.
In the platonic route, Aigis says: "I have to tell you my feelings..."
While in the romantic route, she says: "Even if this wish of mine is to never come true... I still want to tell you my true feelings..."
So, the game itself describes Aigis' romantic feelings as her true feelings.
With that important distinction out of the way, let's go back to their platonic route:
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As you can see, it keeps the parts of Aigis' Rank 10 speech that (retroactively) tie it to the rooftop scene. The lines are just modified so they work in a platonic context. This is achieved by including the rest of SEES into the mix, and by having Aigis define herself as Makoto's "best friend".
However, aside from Aigis promising that she will always be by his side, there's no mention of Aigis wanting to protect Makoto, or of the fact that being by his side is what's most important to her. The Rank is focused on Aigis remembering Makoto and being able to carry her memories of him & SEES forever, and this is what is highlighted in its description.
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Now, let's compare this with the romantic route we've always known:
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And what do we see in the rooftop scene?
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Aigis echoes the same sentiments she expresses during her romantic S-Link, in which she is confirmed to be in love with him. Coincidentally, it is her Romantic S-Link's description that deliberately gives focus to Aigis' promise to be by his side in his last moments, even though this promise of hers is present in both routes:
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So I feel that the addition of this Platonic Route and its contrast to Aigis' usual S-Link has helped prove what most of us have been saying along: Aigis falls in love with Makoto through the course of the game, regardless of whether you do her S-Link or not 😭
It is not a coincidence that Aigis' speech to Makoto is very similar to Chidori's speech to Junpei. As I've mentioned before, the only thing missing is the "I love you", but Arena explains why Aigis refrained from saying it:
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Which begs the question, what about Makoto?
Unlike in FES, P3P and especially Vanilla P3, this time the player does have a choice as to whether Makoto reciprocates Aigis' feelings or not. If the player allows Aigis to confess to Makoto during her S-Link, they can even reject her outright.
That's why Makoto's behavior during P3R's rooftop scene stands-out even more than usual. After all, while some of Vanilla/FES Makoto's reactions to Aigis' weren't reproduced in P3R, his behavior towards her in the rooftop scene remained intact.
And the rooftop scene shows him being intimately close to her in a way that he isn't shown being to anyone else in the game.
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We see him laying in her lap, reaching out to wipe her tears away, smiling at her as she confesses that she wants to stay by his side. Most importantly, she is the very last thing he sees and yet he still passes away with a smile on his face, looking perfectly at peace.
When P3P gave players a choice as to who Makoto should have by his side during his last moments, this choice was described as being Makoto's "precious person". I'd argue that the way the rooftop scene is executed in P3R implies that Aigis is still meant to be that person for him, even in this new iteration of P3 where he is much closer to everyone in SEES.
Even if you choose the platonic route, the game makes sure to establish that Makoto and Aigis are supposed to be really close, to the point that she is the only one, out of the platonic social routes with the girls, that can be called his "best friend".
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If you choose "that's a beautiful wish", the scene ends the same way, with Aigis thanking him and declaring them best friends. So even in the platonic route, Aigis is established as being particularly close to Makoto.
So, technically the rooftop scene could work within that context, right? Aigis is Makoto's best friend, who just so happens to realize she's actually in love with him during the fight with Nyx. It fits and doesn't stop Makoto from being in love with whoever the player chooses for him.
But... whoever the player chose to date instead of Aigis isn't there, yet Makoto doesn't look like he misses them.
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Truth be told, he doesn't look like would rather be anywhere else than right there with Aigis lol
Another interesting little detail is that P3R itself tells you that whoever Makoto is dating is supposed to be his strongest bond. A bond that is "far stronger and different from the others."
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So even if Aigis is his best friend in the platonic version of her S-Link, whoever Makoto has feelings for is supposed to have an even stronger bond with him than her according to this.
And that doesn't quite add up with The Answer, where Yukari acknowledges that Aigis was the one who felt the strongest about Makoto (or even the one "closest to him", if you consider this official side-story as canon).
You know what does line up with The Answer, though?
"And the bond you share will deepen even more, entwining their fate with yours..."
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Aigis' is the one whose fate was inexorably tied to Makoto's, to the point that she gained his Personae (the ones that come from the sea within his soul), his Velvet Room and reached the same Answer to Life that he did.
(Granted, I'm basing all of this on The Answer as we know it. It is entirely possible that the P3R Team will rewrite it and come up with a new reason as to why Aigis gains Makoto's Persona, so that P3R SEES are all equally close to Makoto now 😂)
So personally, I'd say that just like Aigis' feelings for Makoto are the way they are regardless of player input, it's fairly easy to assume that the Makoto we see at the end of the game reciprocates her feelings regardless of player input as well 😭 But of course, this all just my opinion!
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I see your writing for fire emblem engage and I really love that game and I just finished it for maddening. I don’t know if this is a request or not but may I ask in the context of the base emblems, can you rank them based on how extreme they would be as a yandere like I think I would rate emblem Celica as 12th cause even if she turns yandere she still very passive and more so she’s just clingy but I would rate Byleth a 4th due to him being extremely manipulative and overprotective
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Hii, welcome to the blog! I´d say normally I would consider this a request but I´m kind of in the mood to write for fire emblem right now so I thought this would be a fun little thing to do ^^
Now I must confess that for most of the lords ( which the majority of emblems are) I have some difficulty with trying to think of them as a yandere or in a self-shipping context in general. Don´t really know why that is. I also haven´t played all of the games yet so I can´t say too much about some of them, I hope that´s okay!
Also because I have a real hard time ranking things in order, here are just some thoughts on most of the emblems as yanderes ☺️
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Characters: Marth, Celica, Sigurd, Leif, Roy, Lyn, Eirika and Ephraim, Ike, Micaiah, Lucina, Corrin, Byleth
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How are the 12 base emblems like as yanderes?
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Marth
Now I´ll have to be honest, I actually haven´t played any of Marth´s games yet so I´m not very familiar with his character. But as with most FE lords, he strikes me as a very kind and heroic character. In Engage he kind of takes the role of a supporter and protector of the Mc and we can see that in general, he is pretty gentle.
He probably wouldn´t be a very bad yandere to be stuck with, I can´t see him ever getting violent with his darling. He strikes me as a protective yandere (something that can be said for most of them) who will do whatever he can to keep you safe while trying to make your stay with him as comfortable as possible.
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Celica
I haven´t quite finished Echoes yet because I´m very bad at finishing games but I agree with your take that she also wouldn´t ever harm her darling. She´s a very devout follower of Mila and I think that same mentality could also apply to her darling. Slowly but surely, she starts seeing them as a divine being worth worshipping. She´s been completely alone for most of her life and after she had to leave Ram Village, she´s been craving more human connections. So when she finally met you, it was like Mila had sent down an angel for her. You were so kind to her, so trusting and good-natured, Celica was immediately fond of you.
She will do whatever she can to aid you in your daily life, she has to repay you for everything you gave her. She´s not very likely to attack other people, even as a yandere, because above else she wants peace. Nonetheless, if a monster or a criminal were to try and attack you, she would kill them no questions asked. No one is allowed to lay their hands on someone as divine as you, she won´t stand for it.
Due to a certain spoilery scene that happens in Echoes, I believe that Celica would also be willing to sacrifice herself for you. If there ever was a point where she would have to choose between your or her own life, she would choose yours without any regrets.
Your survival is of the utmost importance and if that means giving up her life in exchange for yours, then she is happy.
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Sigurd
I have only played the prologue and chapter 1 of FE4 and ragequit when Jamke was killing my units in the forest because I couldn´t get them out in time to recruit him. Oops.
Well from what I know with how his story with Deirdre develops, I believe that Sigurd would fall for you much in the same way: Hard and fast. And if nothing else, Sigurd is stubborn. Once he has his mind set on wanting to make you his, he won´t give up until he finally has you, no matter the consequences. I mean he was literally forbidden from getting with Deirdre and he still did it. He doesn´t care what anyone else says, he doesn´t care if you already have a lover. He knows that the moment you two shared together at your first meeting was magical for both of you. He knows the love between you two is true. And he´s willing to risk it all for you.
It´s a good thing if you actually do feel the same way about him and are single! Because even though he isn´t a bad person, he does conquer several territories in Fe4 without any specific orders to do so. He may not like doing it but if it means he can have you, he would be willing to kill any romantic rivals there might have been ( or any he might have imagined).
Once you´re actually with him, he naturally is very protective of you and doesn´t let too many other people get close to you.
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Leif
Now I have to admit, Leif is probably the character I know the least about here. As I said, I never played Fe4 to the point where you would get him and I haven´t played Thracia either. So most of this is just the vibes I get and a few lines from Heroes.
Now Leif has quite a tragic story and has been driven out of his kingdom when he was still young. Ever since then, he had made efforts to try and reclaim what had been taken from him. Because of that, he also strikes me as someone who would fight for his darling. He knows what it´s like to lose people that are important to you ( his parents) and now that he has clawed his way back from the brink, he doesn´t want the same to happen to you, the person he has decided he wants to spend his life with. He´s pretty desperate to protect you actually.
Still, he´s pretty young and so the love he feels for you very much still is a puppy-love kind of thing. He likes talking to you and finds it comforting to do so. He´s very nice to you and you aren´t really in any danger when being with him. I think being with him isn´t all too bad, he´s just a bit over-protective if anything.
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Roy
I´ll be honest, I know almost nothing about Roy so I´m sorry if this is short😭 Predictably, I haven´t played Binding Blade yet.
He´s also one of the younger emblems here and that shows itself in how hard he tries to impress you. He´s usually pretty dense when it comes to romance but he knows what he feels when he sees you. You make him happy. I feel like he could be a bit hot-headed because of his age but as far as I know, he´s actually one of the few lords that can potentially make peace with the final boss of the game so there definitely is quite a lot of kindness to him as well. He doesn´t really want to pick any fights with people he trusts, all he wants is to be with you and if you don´t resist then honestly, it´s all going to be okay.
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Lyn
Finally, after quite some time, we get to some more games I´ve actually played! And here we go with Lyn! Fe7 was actually the first Fire Emblem I ever played and it really hooked me even back then <3
Now Lyn actually doesn´t strike me as the type of person who would really actively be looking for any sort of romance. She´s lived alone for most of her life and so she does crave some companionship, but romance is something she really doesn´t have any experience in.
When she meets you, she does feel a bit strange but doesn´t put a lot of thought into it. Quickly as you two spend more time together, she really begins to take a liking to you. It´s nice to not be alone and you´re good company. The more you stay together, the more she grows attached to you. If you can fight, she´ll want to fight along your side, if you can´t or are frail in some way, Lyn will prefer you to stand on the sidelines, where it´s safe. She doesn´t know what she would do if you were ever truly harmed. The attacker definitely wouldn´t be living for much longer, that much is sure.
So to sum it up, Lyn is very protective of you and only trusts a select few people with you, anyone else could be a potential danger and she doesn´t want to risk anything.
I think it would actually be kind of tough for darling to figure out that Lyn is obsessed with them. Lyn doesn´t strike me as very physically affectionate. Only if you watch very carefully can you see the way her eyes soften when she gazes at you or the way her hand around the handle of her sword tenses when a particular troublemaker starts hitting you up. She definitely won´t tolerate anyone trying to flirt with you. She´s known you for way longer than they possibly could have, who do they think they are?
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Eirika and Ephraim
I know it´s mainly Eirika and Ephraim is only really present in the special attack but I thought this was more interesting.
So having one person obsessed with you is bad enough but two of them? And they´re siblings too? Things are about to get quite a bit more complicated. The thing is, you´re not really sure if this is better or worse than only having one of them?
Of course, having two people focus all of their attention on you is very overwhelming. It stresses you out, the way they both fuss over you, the way they look at you.
Eirika is definitely the gentler one of the two, speaking to you very softly and taking great care of you. She makes sure you aren´t lacking anything (except your freedom). She also isn´t very fond of conflict and would prefer to avoid it altogether.
Ephraim is the brash and more hot-headed of the two, always picking fights with people he deems a threat ("He doesn´t pick fights he can´t win" or whatever) and generally being bolder with his affections. He doesn´t hesitate to throw his arm over your shoulder to show off to others that you´re his while Eirika prefers to simply hold your hand in her own.
Them being siblings also causes conflict from time to time. After all, what kind of siblings never have any petty squabbles? Suddenly one of them believes that the other has been getting a bit more attention from you than them and the arguing begins. Wild accusations from Ephraim that Eirika is coddling you too much while Eirika complains about the brutish ways in which Ephraim disposes of rivals. It can get annoying really fast but it´s also something that you could potentially try to use to your advantage.
Playing clear favorites with them might make them argue with each other, potentially giving you an opening to try to make your escape while they´re distracted. Do be very careful with this though because once they realize that you´re gone, they´ll quickly get over whatever argument they were having and work together to find you again. Siblings tend to have petty fights with each other but they will have each other´s backs when it comes to the important things. They *will* find you again, who knows what dangers you might be getting yourself into?
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Ike
Similarly to Lyn, I can´t really see Ike as someone who is very interested in romance. In Radiant Dawn, he only has two paired endings, which isn´t a whole lot honestly ( and they´re kind of vague on how romantic they actually end up being). So maybe he would be more of a platonic sort of yandere? He cares a great deal about his friends and his family of the Greil Mercenaries and he tries his utmost to protect them. It would be much the same for his darling.
Ike wouldn´t be very physically or vocally loving in the traditional sense, he strikes me as someone who would struggle a fair deal with expressing his feelings, especially if we´re talking POR Ike where he is still fairly young. In the end, his confession would be pretty blunt, a simple "I like you." or "You´re important to me." maybe but nothing flowery or dramatic, that just isn´t the kind of person he is.
That being said, Ike cares a great deal about your well-being, even if he isn´t all that great at putting it into words. So to show you that, he does the one thing he does best: Protecting you. Ike is a very strong and capable fighter and so he will be quick to dispose of anyone that tries harming you. I don´t see him as someone that would try to isolate his darling however, especially not the Greil Mercenaries. These people are his family, he trusts them dearly and he would want you to grow connections with them and enjoy being around them. It would shatter his heart if you didn´t like being around them.
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Micaiah
Micaiah I see as another worshipper type of yandere. She´s had a rough life so far, only having very few people around her that she could call friends in the Dawn Brigade while fighting for the liberation of Daein. It´s a lonely life, even with Yune whispering into her ear that one day, she will meet the partner of her dreams, the one to make her happy.
And then, on a day like any other, she finds you. It´s a very unremarkable meeting, one you wouldn´t have thought much of afterwards, but to her, it was like all the stars aligned, as if all of her life and past suffering suddenly had a purpose. She was completely starstruck, a loud pounding in her chest when she laid her gaze on you. At that very moment, Micaiah knew that you were the one Yune had been telling her about all along. And so, she vows to let you know just how much you mean to her.
As a yandere, Micaiah is very caring and thinks of you as a higher being, someone who has more worth than any other mortal walking this earth. You are special to her and so she will be damned if anything were to happen to you. She refuses to allow it. If you were ever in any mortal danger, Micaiah wouldn´t hesitate to use Sacrifice on you to transfer over her own life energy to you.
But while she is very nice and caring with you, Micaiah can be quite a bit more snarky and ruthless than you might have initially thought. She doesn´t shy away from making negative or rude comments to people she thinks you spend too much time around. (Remember that scene where she snarkily calls Ike "the father of Sothe´s children" because Sothe talked about him so much? Yeah.) She´s also willing to do bad things if she feels like she has to. If it´s for you, then no crime is bad enough for her not to consider it. She doesn´t like hurting people but she will if her hand is forced.
Also, can we talk about her having a goddess on her side? Yeah, you´re going to have a very difficult time trying to get away from her anytime soon.
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Lucina
Lucina is someone that I think actually has great potential to be a yandere. She comes from a ruined future, a world where all her loved ones and friends died and the entire world is doomed. Now she has travelled back in time to change fate and make things right.
A particularly tragic possibility would be to have her witness the death of her darling in her future. It was an event that deeply scarred her forever and one that she is now desperate to avoid. She can´t allow you to die again, she can´t let it happen a second time. She wouldn´t be able to go on if she ever had to experience that amount of grief again.
So when Lucina finally makes it back in time, her top priority is finding you again. To do that, she has to go back in time quite a bit. Maybe she makes it back to a time where you two aren´t dating yet, or maybe even back to when you hadn´t even met each other yet. You´re so overwhelmed and honestly confused when you´re just going along with your day when suddenly, a young woman rushes towards you and engulfes you in a crushing hug as she cries into your shirt about how much she has missed you.
It´s quite terrifying honestly and you don´t know how to react other than trying to rip yourself out of her grip, which only makes her cling onto you even harder. Her explaining to you that she´s from the future where the entire world has ended and you, her lover, had tragically died and that she now traveled back in time to make things right, doesn´t really put your mind at ease either. I mean, who would honestly believe that?
But no matter what you say, Lucina is determined to not repeat past mistakes. She had been too careless, letting you roam around freely without her at your side, it´s what led to you dying! She won´t let it happen again!
Lucina will try and be sweet to you, knowing how hard this must be for you to believe, but she won´t give you a choice in this. She´s going to stay with you and keep you safe no matter what. She´ll follow you wherever you go with her blade at the ready, prepared to strike at anyone who tries to take you away from her again.
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Corrin
Corrin has lived a very sheltered life for the most part, never really leaving the Nohrian castle. Because of this, they had many opportunities to picture what life outside the castle could possibly look like. What else was out there? What adventures or new experiences could wait for them there? Yes, they were always loved by their Nohrian siblings but they couldn´t help but yearn all the same.
Maybe being read some romance books in their childhood led to Corrin developing a fantasy of one day meeting their ideal partner, the one that would shake up their entire world, the one they would spend the rest of their life with. They had dreamed about it a lot in the comforts of their own room, delving into daydreams about what meeting you for the first time might be like.
And then they leave the castle for the first time and they meet you. And just like they had always imagined, Corrin feels themselves immediately lovestruck when you send a smile their way. This was it. This is the person they´re meant to be with, they just know it!
They´ll immediately be very friendly and way too trusting of someone who is basically a complete stranger. But they just can´t help it, their sheltered life hasn´t really helped them in growing a healthy sense of suspicion. No, instead the thought of you possibly doing something shady is completely off their mind.
Ever since that first meeting, Corrin would want to see you again every day. It´s the first real human interaction they had with anyone outside of the Nohrian royal family and the servants in the castle and they´re hooked on you. Listening to you talk about your mundane life is so exciting to them, both because they love listening to you speak and because it is genuinely interesting to them to know what a normal person´s life might look like.
And soon enough, they just won´t leave you alone. They´re sweet and their curiosity is kind of charming, but they are so very annoyingly clingy. They will pout and beg you to stay around for just a bit longer when you tell them that you have to leave. After some time they start inviting you over to the castle and you can´t really refuse to go when a royal carriage is standing before your home one day.
And then suddenly, one day you just aren´t allowed to leave anymore.
" The servants have set up your own personal room for you. I made sure that everything was just to your liking! Now we can spend even more time together, isn´t that simply wonderful", Corrin will simply tell you one day and then it is a done deal. Whatever your life was before, you will have to abandon it to fulfill Corrin´s dream of a happy married life alongside the person they adore the most.
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Byleth
Honestly, I´ve kind of strayed completely away from trying to rank them as yanderes ( sorry about that) but I agree that kind of everything about Byleht makes them a scary yandere.
First of all, they´re a trained and experienced mercenary, they have all the fighting prowess they might need to keep their darling in check or make sure that nothing happens to them.
Then, they have their affiliation with the church and a certain position of power. Whether you are a student or not, Byleth is still a respected figure in the monastery and has all the benefits that might bring. She has connections to the Knights of Seiros and even with Lady Rhea herself. If you ever were to run away ( or rather, if you were to be stolen away by bandits, is what they would tell everyone afterwards), several knights or even their students would be sent out to look for you. And do you really think you could get away with so many people looking for you? You´ll be back right by their side within 3 days.
Then there´s also the whole... a goddess is in their head talking to them and them having the ability to turn back time thing. Yeah, you´re very much screwed here. How are you supposed to fight back against someone who can simply turn back time? With this ability, they have so many chances to choose the right words when talking to you or to get rid of someone in secret, without you ever knowing these rewinds even happened. In-game we might have a limited amount of uses but I don´t think it´s ever been confirmed that this is actually something that Byleth needs to adhere to in the story.
And then last but not least, there´s the fact that Byleth is just impossible to read. They don´t show any emotions in their facial expressions and their voice is mostly monotone. You would not be able to tell just how obsessed they are with you from interacting with them. You think you´re just having a friendly tea party with them and suddenly you find yourself drugged and locked up in their room.
And even when they finally have you, they´re just kind of creepy with them staring at you for long amounts of time while not saying anything. They´re not very affectionate either.
But what help could you possibly count on now when everyone at the monastery loves the professor?
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Dot having a baby sister makes me so sad for teenage Dot. If she struggles with her brothers her sister must be worse. She definitely feels replace 🥺 I hope eventually Dot realizes how much Rooster loves her.
Warnings: under age drinking? Terms of Endearment Masterlist
Dot has two siblings. Riley Carole Bradshaw & Nickolas Jacob Bradshaw. But let's get into it, shall we? 
Dots so rebellious in her teenage years. Especially around the time she’s sixteen boarding on twenty one. She’s dealing with an identity crisis, doesn’t know who she is or wants to be and that comes out in the form of her teenage angst. Where she believes everyone in the world is against her and that nobody understands what it���s like to be her. 
“I wanna go see dad—“ Odette is barking at you one morning while you’re getting ready for work, making Nick his sandwich and packing his fruit snacks into his lunchbox. 
“He’s literally out the back in the shed Dot—“ You don’t register what your oldest is saying to you until she metaphorically backhands Bradley Bradshaw so hard you know he feels the sting in his heart from the tool shed. 
“Not Bradley—my real dad? The one in prison?” You’re freezing in your place, the knife covered in peanut butter in your hand nearly breaks the slice of bread in half as you feel every muscle in your body tense. 
“No.” You answer sharply, shaking off the fear you felt radiating under your skin. Even after all these years Jaidyn Dolan still had a power over you. He scared the ever living Christ out of you. “End of story—no.” 
“But why not? I mean, it’s not like you ever talk ab—“ Just as Bradley is making his way into the house via the back door, he hears you raise your voice to an octave he hardly ever hears you reach. 
“I said no Odette!! For once will you just listen to me when I tell you no!!?” The whole house falls silent and Dot is just looking at you like she hardly knew you. “Christ! That man has never been a part of your life and he never will be! Do you hear what I’m telling you?” Bradley can see the pain in your eyes, he knows that even still to this day you can’t talk about it—any of it. He knows you and Odette have been on the rocks the past couple of months, to no fault of your own. It’s just teenage angst: 
“Loud and clear Commander.” Odette sasses you as she grabs her lunch bag, rolls her eyes and walks right past Bradley who’s just standing in the archway that separates the kitchen and living room. “Bye—“ He watches her open and slam the front door with the force of a thousand suns. Flinching as the sound of the door hitting the frame echoes throughout the house. 
“What the hell was that?” Roosters asks as he looks over his shoulder at Riley who’s just standing there bewildered at the way her mother had just yelled at her older sister. Frowning a weird expression at his middle child who shrugs her shoulders back at him. “Fe?” 
“Dot wants to go see Jaidyn in jail—“ Is all you say without looking up at your husband. “She’s not going, end of story—“ 
Bradley doesn’t reply. He simply processes what you just said and sighs. He takes a few strides over to where you’re busy taking out your anger on the piece of white bread that’s now full of holes and covered in peanut butter. Bradley stands behind you, he slowly but surely reaches out to take the butter knife from your hand and kisses your cheek softly. Watching as you whisper out a sob and cup your hand over your mouth. 
“I’m not telling you what to do here honey, but maybe if she knew—“ 
“I can’t tell her Rooster.” You turned around into Bradley’s chest, hiding your face in his shoulder. “I just can't.” Bradley understands, he still has nightmares from time to time about everything that happened. He’s woken up with sweat covering his entire body after tossing and turning, dreaming about what could have been if he didn't get to you. He understands. 
“Alright, well, we’re just gonna have to keep managing this phase she's going through.” 
Which you do. For about two days before you can't take the silent treatment any longer. You can't take the disgruntled looks Dot sends you from across the dinner table, the way she looks at Bradley like he didn't raise her since she was two, like he wasn't her father. Instead a stranger sitting across from her pretending to be someone to her that he wasn't. 
“Odette honey will you come here please?” You call out from the living room, Dot just rolls her eyes when she hears you calling for her. She’d been grabbing a drink from the fridge. 
“Yeah mum?” 
“I want you to look at these two pieces of paper for me.” You don't even look at your daughter as she walks closer to the coffee table that has two pieces of paper sitting side by side on top of it. You're watching old reruns of Gilmore Girls and Dot thinks you're just being a bitch with the whole not being able to look her in the eyes bullshit. But what Odette doesn't know is that if you look at her, you’re gonna break down. So you don't bother. “One of those pieces of paper is termination of parental rights form.” You explain softly. “Signed by Jaidyn Dolan himself.” 
Dot just stared at the document that had her biological dads signature on it, his name in print above it. 
“The one next to it is an adoption form, a legal guardianship form that Bradley signed the day after Jaidyn signed all his rights away.” You tried so hard to hide your tears in the glow of the TV. Tried to silence the voices you heard inside you heard that you couldn't turn off. The screams, the pleading and the begging. “You want to go see the man who signed his rights away so be it sweetheart, but I need you to know he’ll never be your dad and he won't ever be your father and he never was to begin with.” 
“Will you take me?” Is all Dot asks as she barely looks at the paperwork. “To see dad?” It kills you whenever she calls Jaidyn her dad, whatever identity you hope Odette finds you hope it's soon and hope it's quick because you can't take the pain of the knife she's slowly twisting into your heart. 
“No baby I won't.” You finally turn to face your daughter, Dot sees the tears in your eyes and wonders why you're crying, but she doesn't bother to ask. “And don't bother asking your father because he’s not taking you either, and Uncle Jake said he’d rather be arrested again than take you anywhere near him.” Dot frowns at the work again in that sentence, like she missed the story about the first time uncle Jake was arrested. “But your aunt Amilia said she will.” 
“Why won’t uncle Jake take me either?” Dot asked just above a whisper as she watched you wipe your tears away, collecting the documents you needed to keep safe incase of an emergency. Copied twice with one set being kept safely in Jake Seresin personal study as well as your own. 
“Because he knows if he's let anywhere near him he’ll kill him, Dotty.” You explain, leaving it at that before your looking at your oldest daughter, hardly recognising her. “Look, I dont wanna have this conversation again, so if you must go see him, by all means do so, but don't tell me about it when you do, because me and your father dont wanna know about it.” 
So Dot doesn't talk about it again. She never mentions it. She just keeps on keeping on with her bad attitude and her teenage angst. Until you get a message from Jake saying that Dots just left with Amelia to head up to the jail. Jake loved his wife to death but he hated that she’d offered to take Dot. he was seething. 
“This just isn't gonna go well Fe.” 
“I know.” You cried. Completely and utterly distressed while you sat on the floor in the shower in all your clothes, fighting off a full blown panic attack while the kids and Bradley were out. “I know but I can't not stop her from going.” 
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It's about an hour's drive. And the entire Time Dots’ palms were sweating. She had so many questions that needed answering. She can't remember Jaidyn or what he looked like, but when she sees him being led out in his orange jump suit in handcuffs? Her heart sinks into her stomach. Maybe this was a bad idea after all. It just became glaring obvious that her father was a criminal. 
“Odette Bradshaw.” Jaidyn is smiling ear to ear when he sits down across from his daughter for the first time since she was two. A total of forteen years had passed. “So, your mother did end up marrying him huh.” It made Jaidyn so mad to know he’d lost. 
“Yeah, I guess she did, hi dad.” Dot had dreamed of this day, she’d always wondered what her real dad was like, what he’d done to end up in prison. Braldey always responded with ‘He’s just not a good man Dotty’ which never gave her much to work with. 
“Hi baby, god look how much you've grown hey?” He wore a maniacal smile that for a second, creeped Dot out as she sat across from the man who had helped you create her. “I wish I was around to see you grow up, kid.” It was a lie, Jaidyn wished Odette was dead. But something inside him told him that you would have hated the fact she was here with him right now. “But your mother ran off with you when you were only two, took me ages to find you and when I did she’d already started dating–” Jaidyn pretended to forget Bradley's name. So Dot filled in the blanks. Falling into the trap so easily because she was so utterly desperate to find out who she was. 
“Bradley, she’d already started seeing Bradley.” 
“That's his name!” Jaidyn just smiled, overly ecstatic. “Yeah, wouldn't let me see you at all.” There's a silence between the pair of them as they sit in the monitored room with guards watching Jaidyn like a hawk, because they know what he tried to do to the little girl Dot used to be. But she's none the wiser thanks to you. 
“Dad, why did you sign your rights away?” Odette asked, leaning in as she spoke a little quieter because it felt illegal to question it. “Did you not want me? Or–” 
“I was made to, your mother made me sweetheart, she wanted a life with that Bradley fellow and she forced me to sign those papers. She didn't want me involved with your life and I regret not fighting harder for you.” 
“But why are you in prison?” 
“I was set up for something I didn't do sweetheart, but I think you should ask your mum about that. If you don't know why I'm here then I guess she hasn't told you the whole story.” But as Dot shook her head, Jaidyn knew he had her hook line and sinker–
And he had one final chance to fuck with you. 
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It's quiet in the car ride back home between Odette and her aunty Amilia. Dots hit her boiling point, she feels so utterly betrayed. She's sitting in the passenger's seat with her arms crossed looking out the window to hide the fact her bottom lip is quivering. 
She always knew you were hiding something but she never thought what you were hiding was that you’d set her dad up and forced him to sign his parental rights away. 
“Can you please keep the car running please?” Dot asked under her breath as she undid her seatbelt. Amilia just puts the car in neutral as she nods silently, sending her niece a soft smile of sympathy. Waiting for her to get out and march up to the house she couldn't stand to be in for a second longer with parents who’d lied to her her entire life. 
“Hey honey–” Amilia is greeting her husband over the phone. “I think Odette is coming back to stay with us tonight.” 
“I'm gonna tear that little pipsqueak a new one if she doesn't pull her bloody head in with all this crap baby.” Jakes pacing up and down the back deck back at home. He’s got a folder in his hand that explains everything. Jaidyns case file. The one that exposed you as the one thing you wanted to keep a secret from your daughter. 
That you were a victim of domestic abuse and attempted murder. 
“I said this wouldn't go well.” Amilia is taken aback when she hears shouting coming from inside the Bradshaw household. It's so loud that even Jake hears it on the other end of the line. “Holy fuck was that Dot?” 
“I think it was–but I can't be sure.” Amilia frowns. Deciding to stay in the car and wait for Odette to make her less than gracious return. 
“Dotty! Hey can you braid my hair for school tomorro–'' Riley is asking as Dot bursts through the front door, Odette just shoves at her younger sister till she's stumbling back. Dropping the brush she held out for Dot. 
“YOU LIED TO ME!! ABOUT EVERYTHING!” Odette is shouting at the top of her lungs. You just stare back at her with wide eyes as Nick, your eight year old, turns around to look at his older sister in complete shock from the spot on the floor in the living room he’d been playing his xbox at. YOU SAID HE DIDN'T WANT ME BUT HE DID!” 
“Honey, let's talk okay?” You try to reason with Odette as you take a step towards her, but all she does is shake her head as tears stream down her cheeks, stepping away from you to keep the distance between you. “Dot–?” 
“He told me that you took me from him, and when he finally found you after you ran away! That you'd already started dating Bradley!” 
“Who'd you take Odette from mum?” Nick is asking as he stood from where he’d been sitting on the ground. Dot just scoffs at you, watching as your eyes begin to fill with tears. You're shaking, so afraid of losing your daughter because you’d been too afraid to just own up and tell her the truth about it all, about everything her father did to you. 
“My real dad!” It's at this point Bradley is racing down the stairs after hearing Dot go off. He’s still putting a shirt over his head as he misses the last step. Slipping and stumbling before catching himself not so gracefully. “Because dad over here–” Dot spits in Bradley's direction as Riley and Nick look his way. “ISN'T MY REAL DAD!” 
It's the first time Nick and Riley ever hear that Bradley isn't Odette's biological dad and in the heavy silence that follows, they both erupt into tears. Not understanding what's happening and it breaks your heart. Your little family is being torn apart by a man you hadnt been in over forteen fucking years. 
“He’s a fake and a phoney and forced my real dad to sign his parental rights away because mum wanted to hurt him.” 
“That's enough young lady–” Bradley is squaring his shoulders and pointing a finger Dot's way. “You don't know a single thing about any of this–” Bradley doesnt want to raise his voice, he doesn't want to scare his children but the way he wanted to storm out the front door right now, grab Jake and storm that prison just to get rid of that son of a bitch once and for all was consuming him entirely. “You don't get to speak to your mother that way, or me.”
“Dad told me what you did to him!” Dots laughing at Bradley and in that moment you swear you see Jaidyn all over her sixteen year old face. “That you almost killed him and yet he’s the one rotting in prison for the rest of his life!” Bradley doesnt know what to say when he looks over at you with panic in his eyes, watching his son hug his mama because you're crying, watching as Riley stands clear away from everyone because she doesn't understand what's going on. “I hate you and I hate mum and I know everything I need to know to understand that you both lied to me for sixteen years–!” Odette steps towards Braldey who's still standing in the way of the stairs. “I'm going to get my stuff, I'm going to Uncle Jakes.” 
“Uncle Jake won’t put up with your attitude Odette.” Bradley hisses, stepping aside to watch his daughter stomp up the stairs. 
“I dont care, at least he won’t fucking lie to me like you two did.” 
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Jakes irate when his wife, Amilia Fisher-Seresin and his spawn of satan niece Odette Lillian Bradsahw are pulling up in the driveway. But, he's going to be the bigger person in all of this chaos. Jake knew why you didn't want to tell Dot about everything that happened–but he was going to because if he didnt? He was afraid that Dot would never quit this behaviour, this totally unreasonable moody teenage melodrama she’d been living in for the past two years. 
Someone had to tell her to pull her fucking head in, and if she wasn’t about to listen to you or Bradley? like fuck was she about to not about to sit and listen to every word her dear old Uncle Jake had to say. 
Jakes sitting on the front veranda when Dot steps out of his wifes black suzuki swift, Dot catches his gaze the second she's throwing her overnight bag over her slumped shoulders. He's got a six pack of Budweiser next to him, a bowl of salt and vinegar chips and a cream coloured folder that's full of all your deepest darkest secrets. 
Dot trudges her way over to Jake as Amilia stops to give her husband a kiss before leaving him to be the person Odette needed right now. A friend, someone to loop her in on the situation. 
“Before you yell at me for yelling at mum, just know, I don't care.” Dot mumbles as she drops her bag and plops down beside Jake. He doesn't say anything, but the corner of his lip turns upright into a barely there smirk. It vanishes seconds after when he realises what he's about to do. You might end up hating him for this, but then again, what are brothers for? 
“Grab a beer.” Jake reaches down to grab his own, twisting the top off before taking a sip, sighing as his back hits the back of the cushiony lounge that sits perched on the veranda. “Go on–” 
“I’m sixteen–” Dot’s still trying to pass herself off as the goody goody niece. But Jake cuts her off before she can get too far along with it. 
“Shut the fuck up kid, Roosters told me you’ve smoked pot together on the roof, I’m not stupid, I know you drink–” Jakes trusting a sixteen year old girl to not throw his ass under the bus and tell the authorities on him for providing a minor with alcohol. He could lose his job for this if he was found out. But as he takes another sip, he watches as Dot leans forwards–grabs the beer bottle, and cracks the top off on the side of the small table that's holding the bowl of chips like a pro. She’d done this a million times before. 
“Did Rooster also tell you that he almost killed my dad?” Dot mumbles as her lips press against the dark glass of the beer she holds up. That's Jake's cue. He sits up, picks up the cream folder and hands it over to Dot. “What's this?” 
“Everything you’ll ever need to know about that dickhead you've been calling your real dad for the last couple of months when your dad’s been standing right in front of you.” Jake explains with a solemn tone. “You’re pissed because you think your mum hasn’t been telling you the truth, but that's not true–she hasn't been lying to you Dot, but she's too scared to tell you the whole truth because she thinks you’ll think she's weak.” 
“Mums a lot of things but being weak isn’t one of them.” Dot snickers, taking a sip before she's putting her beer down on the table, sitting back and opening the folder. Her eyes scan the photos that fall out into her lap. There's pictures of you, battered and bruised. There's pictures of Bradley, beaten half to death. And there's a photo of Dot, being held in Jake's arms in a towel, soaking wet, it looks like she's screaming in the picture. “What are these?” 
“Jaidyn Dolan is in jail for assault and battery, murder, attempted murder and commision of domestic violence in the presence of a child.” Jake Seresin had memorised those charges ever since he’d first heard them. It was like a lullaby to him nowadays. Those words soothed his soul to repeat, hell he wanted to engrave them on a plaque somewhere just to commemorate the momentous day that was Jaidyns sentencing. “Should be a lot more but that's just the charges they could get him on while he was in North Island, none of that accounts for the fact he used to be your mother black and blue when she was pregnant with you, the daughter he actually asked her to abort.” 
“Why has mum not told me any of this?” Dot asked, completely stunned as she trailed her fingertips over the picture of your younger self, she hardly recognised you. 
“Like I said honey–” Jake sighed, taking a sip of his beer as he pushed his hair from his face. “She didn't want you to feel sorry for her, she didn't want to and still doesn't want to be seen as weak.”
“He said Brad dad tried to kill him? Is that true?” Dot asked as she turned her attention to the report, reading bits and pieces of the faithful night that made her want to throw up.  
“Dadliey did.” Jake confirmed. “But only after Jaidyn tried to kill you.” 
Dot sat with her Uncle for about three hours, reading, listening, crying because she knew she broke your heart by even asking to go see that awful man who’d used her to get to you just one final time. The final twist in the metaphorical knife that would let you know he won. He was always going to win. 
“Holy shit I need to go home and apologise–” Dot sobbed as she whipped her tears, she’d had three beers by the time her deep and meaningful with Uncle Jake was over. “I need to go ho-home.” When Odette went to stand, she stumbled forward, unable to use her legs to support the eight of the world that had come crashing down around her. God she’d been such a dick to you, to Bradley. All you ever did was love her, protect her, and she'd just been throwing all that back in your face. 
Jake just sighed, watching as Odette cried her heart out on his veranda, crouching down beside her to rub small circles against her back. 
“I think you should give your parents some space for the night Dot, post up in the spare room, think about how much crap you've given them over the last few months, and when you do go home tomorrow, you can hash it out with them with a clear head.” 
“They’re gonna hate me forever.” Dot cried as she fell into her Uncle's chest. Jake just held her in his arms as she did, letting her let it all out in a safe environment. “Oh my god poor mum–!” 
“Please for the love of god dont say poor mum to your mother kid she’ll have me castrated on site.” Jake chuckles as he kissed his niece's forehead. “And no darlin, they could never ever hate you.” 
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When Dot does arrive home the next day, Jake is dropping her off with a hangover that makes him question his own morals. Odettes almost as bad as Jake, she's wearing sunglasses because the suns far too bright and her head is pounding like crazy. 
“Hey Dot?” Jake's groaning, letting his head rest against the steering wheel of his wifes swift. 
“Yeah?” 
“Start pulling your head in before I shove my foot so far up your ass you’ll taste my shoe.” 
“On it–” Dots groaning back, she feels like death. But the self pity drinking she’d done with her Uncle late into the night wasn't going to help her now when she had to face her parents. So, she's fronting a brave face, dragging her feet through the threshold of the front door and into an eerily silent home she wasn't used to. She spots Riley at the dining table doing her homework. “Where is everyone?” 
“Nicks at soccer practice, it's Monday.” Riley doesn't even look up from what she's doing. “Not that you'd care anywhere, dad and I just got back from the beach because the swell was up.” 
“What about mum?” Dot mumbles as she drops her stuff, heading in the direction of the stairs. Riley just sighs, she's still mad at her older sister for making you cry. 
“Mums been in bed all day.” Guess Uncle Jake wasn't the only one who called in for a sick day. “Dad said she just needed a day to be by herself.” 
“Seems fair enough—“ Is all Dot manages to mumble as Riley looks at her like she doesn’t know who her sister is anymore. 
“Hey Odette?” 
“Hmm?” Dot looked over her shoulder. 
“Dad told me and Nick last night you have a different dad than us.” Riley confessed as she stood up from her spot at the dining table, collecting her work before she made her way over to the staircase that Dot had already started walking up. “And if you’re gonna keep treating him like he hasn’t been the best dad ever then I’m glad you aren’t really his.” Dot’s stunned to hear her twelve year old sister say something so confronting, but she knows she deserves it. 
“Thanks Rils, I’m sorry—“ 
“Don’t say you're sorry to me.” Riley sighs, stomping up the stairs with her homework. “Say you’re sorry to mum and dad.” 
Which is what Odette does. But it’s not an easy feat. She knocks on your bedroom door and there’s no answer. When she pushed the door open slowly? Odette is met with a darkness she’s never really seen your room shrouded in before. You and Bradley always seemed to have the curtains drawn—but right now? Dots stepping into your depression pit. Finding you still in your pyjamas, in the middle of the bed laying on your side, still teary eyed and full of sadness because this all could have been avoided if you’d just stuck to your guns and told her no. Or told her the truth for that matter. 
“Mum?” Bradley’s in the bathroom trimming his moustache, he can hear Dot talking apprehensively before she shuts the door behind her. “Mum, can I talk to you for a minute?” 
Bradley’s heart breaks a little more inside his chest when he doesn’t hear you answer, he hadn’t seen you like this since right after everything happened. The version of you who laid in the middle of the bed without speaking a peep all day was the same version of you Bradley Bradshaw first met when he came face to face with you in the threshold of Jake Seresin home when he’d come to check on him. The broken version. 
“I spoke with Uncle Jake—“ Oh fuck this can’t be good. Bradley thought to himself as Dot crawled up the bed into your arms. Nuzzling into you as Bradley stepped out of the bathroom with a towel slung low on his hips and a half shaved moustache. “He told me everything, about what happened—“ 
And with that you're bursting into tears, Bradley dips a knee on the bed as he leans in to hold you, but all you do is hold onto Odette a little tight as she cries with you too, hiding her head in your chest. 
“I’m so sorry—“ You sob, kissing her forehead. “I never wanted you to have to know.”
“No I’m glad I know, I’m so fucking sorry mum, dad—“ 
“You’re so grounded—“ You chuckle out through a whimper, still kissing Dot's cheek. “Like forever.” All Odette does is hug you tighter, accepting her punishment without a single complaint. 
“I expected that.”
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softguarnere · 6 months
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Hi, Dove!
It’s been awhile! I hope you’re doing well!
Sending in an request, idk where this is going😂
Okay so female reader with Liebgott and something along the lines where one of them yells “BECAUSE I LOVE YOU, YOU IDIOT!” in the middle of an argument. I’m not really sure about the rest of the details, so you can do whatever you want😂
Have a great day!
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A/N: Hi lovely! Thanks so much for another wonderful request! I hope you enjoy it, and that you have a great day as well 💕 (This is written for the fictional depictions from the show - no disrespect to the real life veterans!) Warnings: language, mentions of war
When was the last time that you felt this angry, this fired up? Some distant part of you wonders as white-hot wrath courses through your veins. Your nails dig into the soft beds of your palms, barely containing yourself as you stalk through the hallways, boots echoing off the walls of the remnants of Haguenau’s buildings. Although you think you’re doing a pretty good job of appearing calm, the people who pass you by give you concerned looks as they watch you go. Is it that obvious?
Either it’s not, or Liebgott is good at pretending. Because when you stomp into the room, he only glances up at you. He doesn’t look ready to fight, or even to throw a witty remark your way.
For a moment, you just stand before him, spluttering as you work out what to say and gasping as you try to catch your breath over the adrenaline caused by the anger surging through you. Finally, you manage to spit out the simplest question you can manage. “Joey, what did you do?”
The two of you are the only ones in the room. There’s no one else around. No one else to look cool for, to perform for. Yet Joe continues calmly smoking his cigarette. He blows a smoke ring, as if you haven’t just demanded an answer, then grinds out his cigarette and looks up at you, completely neutral.
“I did what I had to do.”
“Am I the only person in second platoon not going on this patrol?” You wonder aloud. “Tab said that you volunteered to take my place.”
Joe shrugs. “Yeah.”
You pinch the bridge of your nose, forcing a lungful of air to try and calm yourself. You don’t want to yell. Hell, you and Joe were so competitive back in Toccoa, half teasing and half not as you competed against each other in everything, that you’ve been determined not to argue since you finally became friends back Holland. But this – this is testing your resolve.
“Why would you do that?” You ask slowly, emerging from behind your hand to look at him again – still infuriatingly casual.
“(Y/N), the war is almost over.”
“So they say.”
“I’m not risking losing you over there,” Joe says. “We’ve been watching each other’s backs forever now. But we’re too close to making it out of this thing to risk it all now. Besides, what’s the point of having two translators?”
He’s not risking losing you over there? “But what about you, huh? I don’t want to lose you either, Joe.”
“Had to be one of us.”
He’s right. Someone has to be able to communicate with the prisoners that will be taken. But if someone has to go, you would prefer that both of you cross that river. Then one of you wouldn’t be waiting anxiously all night. You could watch each other’s backs, just like you’ve been doing.
Any points you might make to refute his lodge in your throat, sticking there while you fumble. Liebgott is hardheaded at the best of times; you don’t know what to say to make him see this from your perspective.
The conflicting emotions must show on your face, because Joe cocks an eyebrow in question. “Why does this bother you so much, anyway? It’s not like this is the first time only one of us has gone on a patrol.”
No, but it’s the first time that this has happened since you became friends. Since you started caring about him. Since you started worrying about losing him . . .
That’s when the realization hits you. The emotion that underlies all of your internal conflict isn’t anger – it’s fear. Fear of losing someone you’ve grown to care for.
“Joe, I can’t let you go alone. I’ll talk to Speirs myself. I – “
“(Y/N), no!” In a second, Joe jumps up from his chair and places a hand on your shoulder to stop you. His eyes are wide, and he’s got an expression that you’ve never seen before, and that you can’t quite place. “I got you taken off that patrol for a reason.”
“Well, you shouldn’t have,” you retort, a renewed wave of anger sweeping over you. “It wasn’t your choice to make.”
“I did it because I love you, you idiot!” Joe exclaims. Then he blinks, as if stunned by his own words. Perhaps they did not have his permission to be spoken. Or maybe they weren’t planned, or he doesn’t know where they came from.
You certainly don’t. Don’t know where they came from, that is. Joe never seemed interested in anything romantic with you. You, however, have occasionally allowed your mind to wander to a place where your friend is something a little more – a place where he holds your hand and reserves all his warmest smiles just for you. You never would have imagined that his mind had wandered in a similar direction. “You – you what?”
Joe hesitates, then nods, confirming his words to both you and himself. “I love you, (Y/N). That’s why I got you taken off the patrol. So that I don’t have to worry about you.”
“That’s why I want to be on the patrol – with you! So I don’t have to worry.”
“Oh.” Joe blinks again, taking it all in. “I tried to protect you. You tried to protect me. We both fucked up.” He tilts his head, studying you. “Do you really?”
“What?”
“Love me?”
“Yes,” you answer with no hesitation. It’s strange to say it out loud. To realize it, here, in this moment, at maybe the same time that he did. And right before the patrol places you on two different sides of that river, where God knows what will happen.
Gently, Liebgott takes your hand. His lips are warm when he presses them against your knuckles in a sweet kiss. “Then I have a reason to make it back across the river.”
Your heart trips over itself in your chest. How cruel is fate, to let it happen like this. “You better. Joseph Liebgott, I swear to God, you better come back from the patrol.”
But maybe fate isn’t cruel after all. Because you’ve hardly left the room, hardly stepped outside, when Major Winters stops the two of you and informs you that Joe will not be crossing the river – he will be staying firmly on this side to provide covering fire, with you.
The major walks away like nothing happened, leaving the two of you confused, but smiling. You can’t help but laugh as you take it in. “What happened?” You wonder aloud. After all, how are they going to take German prisoners without a translator?
“No clue.” Joe squeezes your hand. “But I ain’t complaining.”
It’s brief, but from across the street, Webster catches your eye. The Harvard man gives you a nod. He’s a writer. A romantic, even.
You return the gesture, wondering if Joe saw it as well. “Yeah. Me neither.”
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fioras-resolve · 5 months
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did you know that in fire emblem echoes, every food item you can eat has a different flavor category? and that every single character has different preferences? this affects basically nothing about the game in practice, you will have plenty of food to heal any fatigue, but it does mean we get to know one important thing:
how do the fire emblem echoes characters feel about the taste of cough syrup?
okay, i could have said alcohol for that, but you can't actually drink any of the alcohol in the game we got. there's data in the game for Wine and Ale potentially being consumables, but in the game we got that's not a thing, probably for balance reasons to do with drinking age. without them though, the only provision with the Bitter category is Medicinal Syrup, which is exactly what it sounds like. it is an *extremely* good healing item, healing 40 HP and a lot of fatigue, but it comes with a unique flavor that nothing else you can consume has. so how does every character feel about cough syrup?
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this is pretty funny, and i imagine some of this is a holdover from when alcohol was also a drinkable Bitter thing. but i think it's cute seeing that a lot of the younger characters (and alm) dislike it, while some absolutely love the taste of cough syrup, it's their favorite thing!
anyway did you know that the reason we know the fe echoes characters' ages is through datamining? yeah, people managed to find age data for each character, and that probably had something to do with the drinking age thing! also, did you know that there's an entire Tasty category that every character loves? it is solely for the provisions from the Japan-only 7-Eleven crossover dlc, the same one that gave us the Seven Sword and Eleven Shield. you as a player outside Japan cannot access the Tasty items. amazing
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Just me loving all over Fire Emblem: Engage
Years after being so thoroughly disappointed and even angered by Fire Emblem: Three Houses — which, it must be said, is deeply popular and incredibly successful because that's how it goes for me — I've found myself loving Fire Emblem: Engage. I put off playing it because the online reception was so "meh," but I needn't have been so worried. My deep affection for the series is back.
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Play as Aquafresh OR Pepsi!
The two biggest reasons I'm happy? Well, FIRST, my biggest complaint about Three Houses has been... not cured, unfortunately, but still significantly alleviated. If you want to remain adequately leveled/competitive in taking on strategic battles, you still need to do a bunch of side chores that amount to "running around your home base doing boring shit" between each fight. BUT. 1) The sheer amount of those chores is significantly less now, and 2) all the blind guesswork has been removed from increasing Support levels. You'll never be trying to helplessly guess what to say at some fucking teatime or in some classroom conversation where every response seems valid, nor will be you making your best guess on what food to serve people. Because the game just fucking tells you the kind of gifts or food each person likes! (And tea events/random interstitial convos are blessedly absent.)
SECOND, however? It's the quality of the writing. Yes, I know people have complained a ton about the writing in "Engage," but in my experience, they're primarily complaining because they felt the story is so simplistic. And, sure — I get that. There's so much emotional drama built into the setups of the last three games (Three Houses, Echoes, and Fates) that this tale seems rather bog-standard by comparison. The overarching story of Engage can be boiled down to a tale as old as the franchise itself — essentially "Evil Dragon gonna Do Evil." There are also some aspects of the worldbuilding/subtextual implications that don't quite make sense. But I'm not talking about the overarching plot when I praise the writing here — I'm talking about how the characters possess more detail/facets than usual, and the dialogue/banter between characters is so damn fun.
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A woman I feel completely normal about.
I don't even quite know how to explain it. Maybe the humor is just more to my taste, but I've laughed so much more at this one. And by the same token, maybe I'm just digging deeper into these characters because their dialogue is endearing them to me. But after playing the past four games before this one (yes, I started with "Awakening" like some Filthy Casual, I'M SORRY), I don't recall any other game featuring characters with so much detail to them. In Engage, many chracters possess more than the usual "two noteworthy personality traits/talents" that are typically found in FE's enormous casts. I'm talking about people like Citrinne, Lindon, Yunaka, Clanne, Ivy, Gregory... I can easily say like FIVE things about each of them. And yes, I consider this to be an important step forward.
Okay, so: I like the dialogue, I like the characters, I don't like all the side busywork, the overall story is bland. (The Fell Xenalogue's story is kinda sick though?) But hold up, what about the actual MEAT of the game — the core gameplay of having strategic battles? That's not usually a problem, mind you. But how'd it go this time around?
WELL. I'd argue we've got some of the best maps and best ways to optimize characters that we've ever had. There are still some lame straightforward corridors in here, but by and large? You get a lot more freedom in how you lure enemies to you, how you can split up and flank them while simultaneously attacking from the front, how you can now disarm (or "Break") them during one turn so other allies can attack more easily/do more damage — it's pretty rad!
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One of the earliest maps to make me go "Oh cool."
There's even a main theme with lyrics, and although it's never gonna be the inescapable earworm that "You are the ocean's gray waves" became, it's not shabby either.
I've put over 80 hours into Engage so far, and although I'm finished with the main story, I'm not yet finished unlocking stuff. There's a lot to love here. I'm just happy to be back.
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Pretend (peter parker)
A/N: so this is a repost, since my first account got suspended, but i love this fic so much that i couldn't not post it again. This was my first time writing for Peter Parker (mcu) But you can aslo read for any of them :)
Enjoy,
Cloudy
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Peter Parker was the new roommate at the compound. You thought he was cute, and he was your age... finally someone to talk about things of your era.
“Hey boomers” you cheer when you enter the open kitchen.
“Mornin’ Y/N” respond everyone.
“Hello Y/N” blushed Peter, but he could see something was not right with you, he could sense it.
“Hey kiddo, she won’t bite” teased Sam.
“Depends when”, you teased back making Peter blushed even more. You got a sweet spot for the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man.
You felt dizzy this morning, a little bit lightheaded. You pretended to be okay in front of them. But you were scared because you didn’t understand what was going with you.
See you had powers; I mean you were an avenger. Like Wanda and Pietro, you were an experiment. You could read thoughts and see the future. But you had developed another power, that you tried to understand with Bruce and Tony. Lately you would dissociate in time. Sometimes your body was moving before you did. And this morning was like the other for the past two weeks.
“Shit, she’s not here, is she?” asked Clint.
You became blurry and your voice distorted.
“Hey boomers!” you said again. Nobody responds this time, they all looked at you. You felt the tension and you looked at them. “What” your voice echoed. You turned your head and there’s a reflection of your movement.
“Shit I feel dizzy” before you fall, Peter caught you. His Spidey sense made him the only one able to catch you. Your body was visible three times in the kitchen and the other avengers were not able to take the right one. But Peter reached for the correct body before he could think of it.
“You’re, ok?” he asked you.
“Well, you caught me, so never been better”. He helped you sit down on a chair and brought you a black tea and some buttered toast.
“I think you need to it. You dissociate a lot when you’re with an empty stomach” pointed Peter.
“I hope you are writing down Bruce or Tony, he has a point”. They both nodded and Tony talk to his watch... taking notes.
“Well Queens, you sure are very observant.” Said Steve.
“I-I need to prepare for college” blurred out Peter before almost running out of the kitchen.
“Well done old man, who’s gonna bring me my toast now” you complained.
Vision appeared from the wall and took your plate with your toast.
“I am Y/N, you look very pale... you must eat before dissociating again”.
“See Vision and Peter take care of me... not like you other”.
“Oh my god, you are sure she’s not your daughter Tony,” laughed Natasha.
After breakfast, you went back to your room, it was the one next to Peter’s. You passed by, hoping he hasn’t gone without you to college. You entered your room still feeling dizzy but this time you knew it was because of the emotions bubbling up in Peter’s head. With your dissociation you felt everyone emotions, it was tiring but you delt with like a champ... well you pretend anyway.
Images entered your brain. It was you; Peter was thinking of you, and you weren’t playing scrabble.
“Shit, that’s hot” you said out lout. Peter was imagining you riding him. You were wearing on of his scientist pun shirt, hands in your hair, praising him. His hands were on your thighs and then his thumb was on your clit. The emotions, he was feeling, were so strong that you could almost feel him inside you.
“PETER STOP IT NOW” you screamed. The images in your head froze and you felt the embarrassment growing in Peter heart.
“s-sorr-sorry Y/N” he yelled back.
He was cute, but he was very frustrated since his breakup with MJ. You felt bad for him. You didn’t know the entire story, he told you it was an agreement between them to end their relationship... but you were sure she was more ok with it than him. You felt his broken heart for weeks.
You finished to get ready for school and wait for Peter in the living room. When he arrived, he was red like a tomato, and he looked at his feet.
“It’s ok, Petey. I’m not mad”.
“I-I’m sorry. Eve- ok you’re not mad. Bu-but I shoul-I should not do that either way” he stuttered.
“It was hot, very intense, I almost felt you... inside me.” His eyes went wide but you were too deep in your reflexion to see it. “Crazy right? I think I can feel more when I’m like... I don’t know connect with the person... I should tell Bruce about it”.
“That you can see and feel my... wait don’t tell him, please” he begged you.
“Relax Spidey, I am not telling him I can see and feel when you jerked off.” you laughed when he blushed even harder if that was possible.
You took his arm and went to the garage to take one of Tony’s cars. Your touch went straight to his crotch, he had a crush on you since the last two months. You were kind to him, always defending him when the other teased him too much. Always helping him, when he struggled with his project for school or when he wanted to improve his suit or his fighting skills. You made him laugh and forget about his problems. You were like his personal sunshine and when he missed May too much, he looked at you to feel a bit more home. You were his new home now, but he was too heartbroken to see it yet.
You both arrived in college in no time. Peter drove because you were not sure if you would dissociate again. When he parked the car, you were about to go but he stopped you. “You are not totally here yet” he said calmly. You watched his hand on your forearm, but you didn’t feel his grip.
“Jesus Spidey-boy, how?”
“Spidey sense, I think”.
You were the only one to not called his Spidey sense, “Peter tingle” and he liked you a lot for that among other things.
When you felt his grip, it when straight to your core... for no reason except maybe it was like a reaction to him daydreaming about you. His gaze past you and your heart broke. You turned your head and you saw MJ talking with a guy, a handsome one, and she kissed him with passion. Back to Peter, you saw him with teary eyes.
“Hey Pete, don’t... she’s not worth it.”
“I want to move on, it’s been six months.” he murmured.
“You can’t decide when you’ll be totally healed. it takes time.” You caress his cheek in attend to comfort him. He gave you his puppy eyes signature. Those fucking eyes.
“You can pretend.”
“Pretend?”
“That you moved on too. “
“How?”
“We could pretend that we’re dating.” He looked at you, then looked at MJ who was still kissing the new guy, then looked at you again. His hand on your arm holds you tighter and you hand on his cheek went to the back of his neck.
“It won’t hurt anyone, plus maybe your fantasy might come true.” you teased him. Without any warning he kissed you. it was a kick gentle one. You blinked a few times before registering that he did kiss you.
“S-sorry, I should ask you” You shook your head before lean in again and connect your lips to his. This time you took control of the kiss, you took your time to feel his lips against yours. He sighed and parted them a little, your tongue went brush his teeth. You thought he would back off but no he pushed his tongue out to meet yours. You broke the kiss first, scared to not be able to stop... he was a good kisser.
“Well, one of my fantasies is already complete” he said with a certain confidence. You smiled, you liked when he was more confident. “I feel better already, thanks”.
“Did I kissed your boo-boo away?” you joked. He rolled his eyes and got out of the car. He waited for you, then he put his hand on your back.
“It is not for pretending that we are together, you’re still sitting in the car” When he finished his sentence, you felt your soul coming back to your body. Peter holds you closer to prevent from any falling. He heard your heart tumbled in your chest and he hold you closer by putting his harms around your waist. Your head fall on his shoulder by the impact of yourself on your own body. “You, ok?”.
“I don’t know Pete”. You looked up to meet his gaze. His concern about you, you felt it. “It has never been this strong, and… what the fuck? I mean you just hold me and wait for my soul to come back to my body, like you felt it?”
He looked you up and down before putting his lower lips between his teeth. “I-I felt it yeah. Like goosebump. And you have this look in your eyes when you dissociate. Like a cloud on your pupil.”
You’re surprised. He is very observant of your condition, even more than Tony or Bruce, maybe it’s because is more with you… or maybe he likes you more than you think.
“Can you note that somewhere? I have to report this to Bruce.” He nodded and helped you reached your first class.
“Meet me at 2 in the parking lot?” he asked you. “Yeah, fine see ya Peter”. He kissed your cheek before disappearing in the crowd of students. You started blushing for sure.
Two weeks later your condition is worst than ever. You can’t go to class because you keep dissociating. You don’t even know where you are most of the time. The only way to be yourself is when Peter is around you and it makes you sick to be this dependant on someone.
“Y/N?” call Bruce.
“My room.”
The scientist comes in and analyse your state from the door. He frowns.
“Yep, I look like shit, I know. I can’t shower. I mean I can not get up from my bed. Too dizzy”
You hear him hums and scribbles on his notebook. You turn your head slightly and your vision blurs instantly. You close your eyes and groan of frustration. Then… you hear his thoughts.
Maybe the kid could help her shower. Just to see if it works.
“I am not showering with him” he chuckles before speaking out loud.
“No, of course. But maybe he could be near you? I mean when he’s in the same room as you, you seem to functionate almost normally.”
“I am not a machine, Banner.” He sits on your bed, and he pats your leg. “I know, sweety, but could you try? A shower, it’ll make you feel better.”
You sigh and nod positively. Bruce leaves your room, and you wait. A few moments later, you feel Peter coming. He’s nervous and impatient. Bruce knocks and you tell them to come in. Peter is slightly blushing, and his smile disappears when he sees you on your bed.
She looks so ill. I should have come earlier. Shit she can hear me. Think of something, think of something. Lama, dogs, cactus, not her naked, don’t picture her naked. Idiot she can see right trough you. Fuck, fuck… why am I like this. Watermelon, pineapple, no not pineapple, don’t think about what your sperm will taste if you drink or eat pineapple. Stop it, Peter.
You can contain your laughter at his thoughts. Bruce looks at you, but you quick to tell him that Peter is doing what it does best, overthink everything. “And that’s cute, he’s too concern about me. You know, I have to live without you Spidey.”
“I let you two alone now. Let me know how it goes”.
I am cute? She thinks I am cute. Fuck, she’s still reading my mind. Hi Y/N, hope you like my rumbling thoughts.
He thinks about what he did and saw during is time in college and you sigh in relief. You prefer those kinds of random thoughts, feels more like the radio and you don’t have to focus on what is saying.
“You want to try to get up?” you nod before sitting on you bed. Your head does not spin like you’re drunk anymore. You look at him, he stays right beside your bed, slightly nervous.
“Give me your hand Parker… please”. He holds is hand out for you to reach. You take it and push yourself of your bed. You sigh and grip his forearm with your other hand.
“You good?” you nod too weak to form word. He leads you to the bathroom. You both enter and then you stare at each other.
“H-how do you w-want to- to proceed?” he asks you.
“Maybe you can just turn your back and stay in. And no peaking with the mirror behind you.”
He nods and turns; you’re facing his back. He hears you strip from your clothes and enter the bathtub.
“How was your day?” he scoffs but you continue “it’s nicer for me to hear you with your actual voice and not just your thoughts Pete”. He laughs and then start to tell you everything that happened to him. You interact a bit with him, but you quickly become quiet. He continues to ramble and stop instantly. Something is wrong, he can feel it.
“Y/N, still there?”
“I don’t know” your voice echoes. He doesn’t know what to do, you told him to not look at you while you shower. But he feels that you need help, that you are dissociating.
“Peter?” he hears it three time and he closes his before turning and going to the shower. He trusts his Spidey sense to reach you. When he feels your arm, he grips it.
“Peter” you ask this time able to realise that he is with you under the water. His sweat and his socks are soaking wet, but his eyes are closed.
“You there with me again” he breaths out.
“I am, thanks”. He smiles at you shyly. “Peter?”, he hums. “I can see what you’re thinking” he blushes.
“Sorry?”.
“Why am I always wearing one of your t-shirts?” a strangle laugh lives his lips.
“Because I never saw your naked chest and I don’t want to imagine it. So, you in my t-shirt are good enough.”.
“Oh my god, you such a dork!” he takes his hand of your arm, and you feel like you’re falling. Before you know it, Peter catches you in his arms. Now your naked form is pushed against him. His eyes are still closed, but his breathing becomes erratic.
The water is running down on him. You follow a drop along his jawline, and you feel a wetness between your legs.
“Peter, open your eyes” he shakes is head. Your hands snake along his chest to his cheeks, before tugging in the back of his hair. “That’s why I told Bruce I was not showering with you”.
“Wh-what?” his expression is priceless. He arches his eyebrows, and you can almost see the surprise behind eyelids. Your only response is to connect your lips with his. He quickly kisses you back and push you against the wall.
“you’re soaking wet, Pete”. You whisper when he breaks the kiss. 
“So are you”. This time he opens his eyes shocked by his own words. He meets your big grin, and he blushes.
“You’re a specimen Parker, how can you tell me that and then blush like a twelve years old”, because he is right, you are wet… he is making you wet.
Flashes of you riding him in his shirt comes to your head and you laugh. Peter closes his eyes again to stop his thoughts. “I might just do that if you help me finish showering.” His face and ears are crazy red, and he chuckles.
He helps you and puts you in bed. When you head hits the pillow, you fell asleep. Peter stays a while and watches you. Bruce sneaks in and asks what happened. Peter reports the essential and skip the kissing part. You twitch in your sleep and your hand reach for Peter’s. you interlace your fingers with his and you hum.
“Good, I let you take care of her.” Bruce goes out and Peter does not know what to do. He sits awkwardly on the mattress, a butt cheek hanging out of it.
You can lay with me.
He looks at you. Did you just to talk to him in his head.
Need to note that, Pete. But still, you can lay with me if you want. I like to be the little spoon.
He takes a deep breath and positions himself behind you. You scoot over him and take his arm to put it around your waist.
“Thanks Pete.” You murmur.
He kisses your temple and watches you drift in a deep sleep again.
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what was lost, what was gained ch. 6 (finale)
yay, we made it! Thanks to everyone who's stuck with this story, and thanks to @bluedaddysgirl for the beta.
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T-minus one hour and thirteen minutes to arrival. Their voyage to Coruscant was almost over. 
Cody wanted to be happy about it. Standard operations would resume when they landed. The 212st would go back to the front lines. General Kenobi would regain his vigor and return to the stalwart, steadfast man that he’d been before. No more sleepless nights. No more empty smiles, even if those had been dwindling long before they had captured the Sith. The war weighed on everyone, Cody reminded himself, no matter how great they were. 
Cody’s lookout chair sat empty. He paced the block instead. It didn’t matter if Maul saw how restless he was. Soon the Sith wouldn’t be seeing much of anything.
It was a cruel thought, but Maul was a cruel man. Cody couldn’t drum up any mercy for him. 
Inside his cell, the Sith was quieter than usual. Cody had assumed it was nerves at first, but that wasn’t it. Maul was calm, like he was prepared to answer for his crimes without a fight. It was consistent with his attitude during his imprisonment, but still…
Maybe Cody had been wrong all along. Maybe Maul really couldn’t remember. Maybe he never would. Maybe Maul was actually prepared to face judgment, not because he remembered his crimes, but at the behest of General Kenobi. Cody had seen the general’s silver tongue at work before, how he averted large-scale conflicts with well-placed words and what Cody guessed were gentle nudges in the Force. 
His thoughts were disturbed by a shout echoing down the corridor.
“Commander—!” 
It was Maul. His voice was piercing, tight with fear. The cadence of it was so startling that Cody had already crossed the block before any suspicion had time to register. He chided himself. Being so close to the end of this whole mess was making him jumpy. He slowed his step, composing himself before he stepped in front of Maul’s cell.
“What? Getting cold fe—”
The sight of Maul stopped Cody mid-sentence.
The Sith was folded in half on his cot, spasming. A long, panicked whine escaped him; it sounded less like a man and more like an animal caught in a spike trap. Maul was tearing at his neck—no, his collar. The device was sparking. Had Maul tampered with it? Or had it malfunctioned somehow? The sight and sound was horrible; it chilled the skin on the back of Cody’s neck. He wanted to close his eyes and clutch his hands over his ears. Mishap or no, he had to stop this, needed to alert medical immediately. If not for Maul, then for the general. 
“Kix, send a few troopers for retrieval in cell block two,” Cody blurted into his wristcomm. “The Sith managed to electrocute himself.”
He didn’t wait for an affirmative. He was already disabling the rayshields and stepping into the cell. Cody’s bracers were resistant to certain levels of voltage. He could probably pry the collar off before his backup arrived, minimizing the damage.
Beneath Cody’s hand, there was a crack, metallic and sudden, a stark whiff of ozone. Electricity arced in a dazzling line, bright enough to hurt his eyes. The collar fell away into pieces, nothing more than smoking, useless scrap. 
Maul’s dark eyes glimmered. Brightened. He wasn’t writhing. Not anymore. 
“Thank you, commander,” Maul said, voice sibilant. 
Cody grabbed for his blaster. It was too late, he knew. But that was the thing about instinct. It was impossible to fight. Ingrained. 
Then he couldn’t breathe. His hands shot up, clawed at the invisible pressure at his throat. Stupid. Stupid! He knew better. He’d known all along! 
“You’ve done so much already,” Maul crooned, “but I do hope you’ll aid me in one final matter.”
Cody’s vision wavered. His self-loathing and fury were as painful as the Force crushing his windpipe. Whatever words he wanted to say, scream, spit—were reduced to a pathetic mist of spittle.
He would kill Maul. If it was the last thing he did, he would do it—
Confusion perforated Cody’s thoughts. He wasn’t getting enough oxygen. He had to be hallucinating. 
Before him, Maul’s face twisted, red and black gone taut and jagged. His eyes began to change. Like blood in water, yellow poisoned his dark gaze. Sith’s eyes. They were so bright they seemed to shimmer. A trick of the light? No, not that, Cody realized. A long, pealing howl sliced through the silence. 
Maul was crying. Openly. He didn’t try to hide it. Maybe he didn’t even realize he was doing it. 
The hold on Cody’s neck eased. He drew in a ragged breath. Maul startled at the sound, quieted mid-sob. One moment crying, the next, emotionless, alien. Hard as stone. 
Just like the general, Cody thought.
Maul tightened his fist again. That tear-stained face was the last thing Cody saw before his world faded into darkness.
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There was screaming. The smell and heat of blaster fire and smoking machinery. Even so, it was hard for Cody to open his eyes. He was in so much pain. He felt like he had swallowed glass, like he was being held together by external pressure alone.
He blinked back spots and took in the scene around him. The toes of his boots scraped along the durasteel floor. He was floating, carried by the Force. He could feel the Sith close behind him, his invisible vice locked around Cody’s throat. They passed other members of the 212th in a cruel mimicry of a Republic Day parade—only there were no cheering onlookers, only bodies. Some moving, others not.
Cody wanted to scream at his brothers yet to fall. Kill me! Don’t let him escape! But the Force stole his voice. His eyesight blurred dangerously. He couldn’t let this happen. He couldn’t. He reached for his blasters, but his holsters were empty.
Useless. Useless!
Cody had to watch as his men were flung back and away, into walls, into each other. They stood their ground bravely, but it didn’t matter. Their attacks were deflected. And each one of them went down. Nothing stopped Maul’s relentless advance.
Cody struggled, but the Force tightened whenever he did. Only when he collapsed into his hold did Maul allow him to breathe.
“Such anger,” Maul purred into his ear, “isn’t becoming of a man of your status.” 
Cody thought he did pass out then, mind black with fury. Gone was any trace of the broken, weeping man Maul had been in the cell. 
When he could think again, they were already halfway across the ship. They had reached the docking bay escape pods. The hatch behind them sealed. The locking mechanism squealed as it was destroyed with a single, sickening crunch. End of the line. Cody inhaled what air he could, afraid his heart might stop.
There was a single man blocking their path. Eyes so blue, face so controlled he looked like he was carved from marble.
If Cody could’ve killed himself right then and there, he would’ve. He had fallen for Maul’s ploy. He had been used against his own men. Now he would be used against his general.
“You don’t have to do this, Maul,” came General Kenobi’s soft words. 
There was a rumbling. Then the sound ratcheted, ricocheting down the hall. Ghastly, hair-raising peals—Maul was laughing.
“Your arrogance never ceases to astound. Did you think fucking me would absolve you?” 
Cody’s eyes shot wide. What the hell was that supposed to mean?! He stared, dumbfounded, at the general, but the man wouldn’t meet his eye. He was looking past him. Looking right at Maul.
“It’s true, commander,” Maul said. He was close to Cody now; his words were hot on the back of his neck. “We’ve had quite the sordid affair, Obi-Wan and I. Didn’t he tell you?”
A hairline fracture splintered the general’s perfect facade. Cody felt himself fracturing too. Where was the general’s anger? His outrage?
As Cody’s shock began to fade, dread filled its absence. Deny it. Deny it, please. 
But the denial never came.
“Enough, Maul,” General Kenobi said. “Take the escape pod. Just let the commander go.”
Maul released another humorless laugh. “How stupid do you think I am? I need him. What else would stop you from destroying my pod as soon as it launched?” 
“I don’t want to kill you, Maul.”
“You already did, once,” Maul hissed. “Surely you are not above doing it a second time.” 
A line appeared between General Kenobi’s brows. Another crack. This was hurting him. Why didn’t he defend his actions? He’d had every right to kill the Sith.
Why care about a murderer like Maul?
“That was then,” the general said. “I give you my word that your ship will not be shot down.”
Maul could posture until the charhounds came home about how he didn’t trust the general, rub his past in his face. Yet the Sith seemed to be considering his offer. He was quiet for a long time. Then his reply snapped the silence.
“Your word is meaningless.”
He took a step forward. The motion sent another flood of pain through Cody, but at least he could take cold comfort in Maul’s refusal. Finally, someone was being reasonable. 
Then Cody noticed the change in the general’s expression, his falling shoulders, his defeated words. 
“If you can’t trust me, then take me instead.”
No. Dissent lodged in Cody’s throat, crushed silent by the Force. The general couldn’t honestly be considering this. Panic seized Cody. Seconds scraped by as he fought with himself. His world narrowed, black spots, red haze. He lost consciousness again. Not for long, but long enough to miss most of Maul’s reply. The single word rang like a blaster fired next to his head.
“... come.” 
General Kenobi approached. 
No. Nonononono—
The general turned to face Cody, and his mask softened. He smiled, a small, apologetic thing. Cody knew that expression. It was the look the general wore when he was about to do something heroic… something life threatening.
It’s going to be all right. Don’t worry, it said.
The general drew nearer. Cody tried to shake his head, to move, to speak. All he could do was tremble, balanced on the edge of consciousness. His eyes were burning.
General Kenobi stopped in front of him. He raised his hand from his side. He seemed like he meant to touch Cody’s face. If he did, it would be over, then and there. Cody winced and shut his eyes. That was a mistake. He couldn’t stop the tears now. But what else could he do? If he looked at General Kenobi and let himself be comforted after failing so miserably, he would break… as if he hadn't already. 
A heartbeat. Two. Three. The touch didn’t come. 
Cody heard the general step past him, then Maul flung Cody aside. It was a kindness, in its own way. The impact hurt. The gulps of air forced into his lungs razed like a chemical burn. Cody fought through waves of nausea and pain, rolling over onto his stomach. He had landed several meters away, too far to be of any use, too far to stop either of them.
Cody tried to call out to General Kenobi, but a coughing fit stole over him. He could only watch helplessly as Maul reached for the general—not with the Force, but with his bare hand. The high collared tunic that General Kenobi wore was displaced by his grip. The revealed skin was mottled and discolored. Bruises. Several of them. They were deep, fresh, perhaps only a few hours old. Maul seemed to study them, traced each one with his claws. Then he spread his fingers, pressing all of the bruises at once. Together, they formed a perfect match. A constellation of Maul’s own design. 
Last night, Maul had touched him. Maul had hurt him.
Fight. Fight! Cody wanted to scream. Don’t go. He’ll kill you!
But Cody could barely wheeze. And General Kenobi didn’t move. He stood with hands at his sides, eyes locked with Maul’s. Did he think the Sith wouldn’t harm him? Even after he regained his memories? Did he know? Could he not tell, looking into those eyes? Even after he had used Cody as a human shield? Nearly choked the life out of him?
The general’s doing this for me, Cody thought. He wanted to believe it more than anything.
Maul yanked General Kenobi closer. For a harrowing moment, Cody thought he was going to kiss him. But Maul stopped right before their mouths made contact. He tilted his head to the side, pressed his nose beneath the general’s ear. Cody knew what the general smelled like. Cypress, ansionian tea, pressed cotton. But Maul wasn’t human. What he detected was surely more complex—intimate—and utterly unknown to Cody. Eyes narrowed, Maul was savoring it.
Cody’s yell was no louder than a garbled whisper. He tried to stand, and when he couldn’t, he began to drag himself across the cold durasteel floor. 
Neither Jedi or Sith noticed. They might as well have been light years from him, locked in their own orbit. Unreachable.
When Maul spoke, his words froze Cody to the bone, stopped his approach dead in its tracks. 
“I may have forgotten you once. But I will never forget you again, Obi-Wan.”
Then he moved, the motion too quick for human eyes to track, too quick for Cody to dread what was to come. 
The kiss lasted for all of a second, but it may as well have been an eternity. A soft, muffled grunt, a hard press of lips, the general’s wide eyes, his hand raised to the Sith’s chest... To push away–or to pull closer?
Suddenly, the hatch to the docking bay exploded. Heat and smoke barreled over Cody. What remained of the hatch was knocked aside, and several troopers flooded into the bay. 
“Hold fire! He has the general!” 
It was all the time Maul needed. He sent General Kenobi flying with the Force, then lunged into the nearest escape pod. A wave of blaster bolts roared over Cody’s head, but the pod sealed without taking damage. 
There was a small porthole on the escape pod. Through it, Maul stared at General Kenobi. It was an unreadable expression. Fixed, unblinking. It made Cody ill. 
Then the pod launched, and the Sith disappeared.
There was a cacophony of activity around Cody. Troopers barked orders into their wristcomms. Two rushed forward and knelt over him. Others attended to the general, who was picking himself up from the floor.
“Commander, are you hurt?” 
Worse than you know, Cody thought. He shook off the steely numbness that threatened to overtake him. He couldn’t freeze now. “Bacta.” He tapped his throat. “Then take me… to bridge.”
Giving orders felt good. There was comfort in setting a plan in motion. 
Kix administered a bacta shot to the side of Cody’s neck. Then they were off.
“Casualties?” Cody asked Kix.
“None that I know of, sir,” Kix said. “A few are concussed. We were lucky today.”
Yes, lucky, Cody thought. Surely Maul wouldn’t have shown them mercy.
When they reached the bridge, the troopers working navigation were already in pursuit. The ship was out of hyperspace, and Coruscant loomed, its atmosphere clear. In the center of the viewport, a reticle blinked, and the navicomputer sounded. The escape pod. 
“We are locked on target,” Chits said from his station. “Ready to fire.” 
They had to take the shot. The whole planet was a city, layered, labyrinthine. It provided an endless number of places to hide. A Sith loose within the galaxy’s capital was a threat too large to leave to chance. If they didn’t shoot now, they would lose him.
“Fire on—”
“Don’t fire. That’s an order!” came the general’s voice from behind.
Cody whirled around. Kix had to scramble to keep him upright. “General Kenobi, we must kill him. He’s a threat to every citizen on the planet!”
He is a threat to you! Cody nearly screamed. Why can’t you see that?!
“I gave him my word,” the general replied. 
Cody hated how he said it. As if his command was somehow reasonable. 
“Whatever he does down there. It’ll be on you. Blood on your hands.”
The words were hot like poison. Cody was out of line, but he needed to be. He needed to make the general see.
“You’re right,” General Kenobi said. “He is my responsibility. Alert the Jedi Council. They will assemble a supplemental team to help us capture him.” 
It was too easy. Too convenient. No one—not even the Jedi—would take the general’s side on this. 
“We’re losing him. He’s almost out of range!”
General Kenobi turned to Chits. “Continue pursuit, but do not fire. We’ll catch him.” He returned his attention to Cody. His expression softened, but his voice was firm. “Commander, prepare a ground force. Then report to the medbay.” 
It was hard to look General Kenobi in the eye. Cody couldn’t see the man he was, the man he respected and trusted. He could only see the way he had looked when Maul had kissed him. His bright eyes, his mussed hair. 
Cody looked down, but that was even worse. The general’s collar was still rumpled, his bruises on full display. They’d heal in time, but Cody would never forget them. Maybe that had been the point, all along. Maul wanted his claim to be obvious. Maul wanted Cody to know how useless he was. He wanted him to know that he would never taste what Maul had tasted. Would never leave such a mark.
Cody closed his fists so they wouldn’t shake. He couldn’t deal with this now. The general was waiting for his response. So Cody gave the only reply he could. 
“Yes, sir.” 
Regardless of what Maul had done, regardless of what General Kenobi had let him do… it would have to be dealt with later. 
For now, the general still needed him. And that would have to be enough.
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Engage was fantastic but even if it was subpar i think i would take just about anything over 3H at this point. i honestly do not like the person i become in 3H-centric spaces because seeing people outright defend rhetoric that's uncomfortably close to shit that actively threatens me in real life as being Good Politics makes me feel like a cornered animal and even just trying to communicate that i'm not comfortable with it makes people interpret that as me trying to Debate them about the honor of their anime girlfriend or whatever and it just ends up upsetting me even if i just disengage there. literally anything that doesn't attract the kind of people that try to tie their real-world politics to which video game character they like is an improvement honestly
It really becomes a dicey discussion considering how people go far to defend a fictional character to the point they're ignorant to how real people are affected by similar happenings.
Like you said, what happens in 3H is real shit that happens to real people in real life. The kind of war in 3H isn't something that can be written off as Extremist Anime Shenaningans done by Anime Waif Who Has a Point, there are actual real life instances of terrible people spreading lies and extreme perspectives in order to justify military occupation of nations and force them to assimilate. And it's done in the name of "a better world" which again, is fucking yikes for how this war is among the most indefensible in FE, possibly the most-partly because it is more realistic.
And echoing your point, that's also why I'm partial to Engage's plot, as well as pretty much every other FE plot, over 3H's, because there's no overt grandstanding by the writers or the fandom at large about how the entire war is some kind of deep metaphor for clashing ideals and war's cruel tragedies and whatnot. Like, I don't need a game to use characters as mouthpieces to explain a point, a character's backstory and auxiliary content like supports and special conversations do plenty to give context as to how they feel about war without set commentary each chapter.
3H overexplains without committing to anything, and that results in a war story where the war isn't criticized in any way except to make the player sad a few times, the emperor who started the war gets away with having no responsibility because she's treated as a victim who had no choice, and all of this culminates in a very touchy and insensitive depicition of this type of war story, on top of how 3H already fumbles with other serious subject matter.
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Chapter 1 - The Deliverance
Part 1 - The Six Resurrection Seeds
The thousands of floor tiles that lay across the entrance hall were embedded deep into the earth. The people of the Kingdom of Zofia placed their trust in those stone tiles of the beautiful Zofia Castle, believing that peace and stability would last forever.
But the roar of several hundred combat boots currently filled the hall. It was not at all the roar of those wishing for peace in Zofia.
Blood flew through the air and onto the floor, polished so thoroughly a unit could look down and clearly see their eyebrows in the tiles.  The blood slithered across the floor and the history etched within it like countless tiny red snakes, pooling in a small dip in the tiles, forming the silhouette of a giant red starfish.
"I've captured him!" A voice echoed from the back of a group of units in uniform, who'd gathered within a room in the center of the building, searching for the throne room. 
A tall, broad chested unit standing far away, separated from the rest of the army, quietly walked towards the sound of the voice.
The army split into left and right groups to welcome him. Judging by the way everyone slightly lowered their chins before him, it was clear that this man was their leader.
In front of the divided group was a tall, golden throne. Upon the throne sat an elderly man wearing a long, white fur coat, skinned from a beast living atop the snow covered mountains.
Embedded in his chest was a sword. One stabbing would not be enough to end his life, and so he had multiple gaping wounds, gushing so much blood that it was seeping through the leather of his coat and dying the fur crimson red. And the gold and silver jewelry he wore, until this very day a glittering symbol of the Zofian royal family, was already starting to rust.
The giant unit walked straight towards the throne. As he walked, he put a hand on the hilt at his waist, and unsheathed a longsword forged from steel. It was the Royal Sword, formally passed down through Zofia, its possessor always a respected member of the royal family. Yet the giant unit holding it now had not a single drop of royal blood flowing through his veins.
The elderly man on the throne was still breathing. He moaned in pain and flailed an arm around in the air seeking support, reaching for the giant unit approaching him, and managed to say, "Desaix. Your selfish ambitions to be more than chancellor… will one day lead to your downfall…"
The giant unit was Desaix, Chancellor of the Kingdom of Zofia. The person to bestow that title upon him was King Lima IV of Zofia. Now, the person Desaix had plotted a coup d'etat against, stolen the Royal Sword from, and stood in front of as he bled, was that very King Lima IV himself.
Desaix said, "Even while in pain from bleeding out, you still make futile complaints. It sickens me that you are being such a disgrace in front of this army. King Lima IV, I have lost all respect for you."
Desaix had walked along his path of insurrection entirely indifferently. He was only able to devise it because of the walls the king had erected around him.
"Long live the king!" His thunderous voice echoed throughout the castle hall at the exact same moment that he swung the Royal Sword. 
"Long live the king!" The ring of units around him all echoed his words in unison.
It was not a cheer that wished in any way for King Lima's death, but an oath they were pledging to Desaix now that he had conquered Zofia Castle, and the coup d'etat was a success.
The gold throne became the beheaded King Lima's casket. When his head fell atop the stone tiles, his gray beard quietly soaked up his own blood, and his half-closed eyes stared up at Desaix, still full of resentment.
Desaix took a single glance at the head, wiped the unworthy blood off the Royal Sword with the corpse's fur coat, and placed it back in its sheath. In awe of the majesty of his successful uprising, the army had bowed to one knee before he even realized they were doing so, every single unit present now utterly loyal to him. "And what of the Knights of Zofia?"
In response to Desaix's question, one of the armored units answered, "We have thrown them all into the dungeon.”
A smile slid across Desaix's face. “Oh? All of them are in the dungeon? Seems that not many survived, then!”
The armored unit also smiled, looked up at Desaix, and said, "You are correct, sir."
-
Beneath the stone floor of the castle hall was an exceptionally large dungeon carved into the earth, with metal bars sectioning the cells off from the outside and each other. As Zofia was such a peaceful country, it had not been used in a long, long time.
A short while ago, a member of Desaix’s army had thrown the notice of King Lima IV’s death into the cell. 
"It's your lucky day! Lord Desaix, to celebrate his success, has found it in his heart to grant you each his pardon. He said that he will let you free, under the condition that you vow his loyalty to him. He will wait until tomorrow morning, when the morning birds sing. Those who cannot wait patiently here until then… I'm sure I don't even have to say what will happen to you. You will be killed."
Everyone in the cell, upon hearing the unit's words, all began once again crying tears they thought had long since dried up. The first time they cried was when they learned the effort to defend against the coup d'etat had failed, and they had to prepare themselves for King Lima's death. Now, they cried tears of anger at Desaix's utter lack of shame, attempting to trample over the dignity of the survivors.
"We should take our own lives in honor! If we bite our tongues now, it will beat the true character of the Knights of Zofia into Desaix!"
Twenty knights remained. Desaix's surprise attack had reduced the number of brave knights serving the Zofian royal family from several thousand to a mere twenty. Most of those twenty were the Knight’s leaders. They were veteran units and central figures of the Knights, teaching and honing the skills of the front line forces.
Among them remained a mere six loyal young units. Having witnessed their allies fall one after the other during the battle against Desaix’ army, they had already attempted to take their own lives, but were stopped and taken to this dungeon.
In their cell, filled with stagnant, cold air, one of the six young units, a Cavalier named Clive, proposed suicide. There was no doubt that his sacred horse was outside looking up at the first stars in the night sky, waiting for his master that would not return.
As the precipitation from the ceiling fell and splashed atop his armor, one of the elderly units said, "It is tragic when young units rush to their deaths. They think of dying as proof they lived a good life." 
"If we do not take our own lives, then we will abandon our honor!" Clive stared straight at the gray haired unit, vehement anger in his expression.
"Do you really think that the Knights of Zofia's history, written over thousands of years, would be trampled by a single person like Desaix? We will not let them touch us. Live. Do not surrender yourselves to their blades. Will you assure your old teacher that you will not?" The gray haired unit smiled. "Right now, you should wait. Young units like yourselves may strongly wish to die while you are still beautiful, so you will stay beautiful forever. I was like that once myself, so I know all too well how you feel. But anyone who's lived as long as I have will be a little wiser than all of you. Rather than carve the honor of the Knights into the truths of history, your desires will surely shift, and you will think it wiser to leave behind tales of the lives you lived after you survived." 
The gray haired unit searched his breast pocket as he spoke, until finally pulling out a small bag that was tightly sewn into his uniform. The bag had turned black with his sweat, and likely his blood as well. When he turned it inside out, six black pills, each roughly the size of a grain of wheat, tumbled into his wrinkly hand.
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"I have here six Resurrection Seeds. They were made by mixing a unicorn horn ground into powder with the blood of a necrodragon, then reciting a prayer to Mila and Duma while kneading the mixture in total darkness, over the course of ninety-nine nights of a new moon.”
The other thirteen elderly units simply listened to him talk. Since none of them even tried to add a single word, it seemed that his words represented how all of the Knight's remaining leaders felt.
"If you swallow them, you will die. But four hours later, you will be resurrected. While you are dead, even flies will be drawn to your body. Miraculously, there are exactly six young units among us under the age of twenty. We must have Mila's divine protection. Even after everything that has happened, she has not abandoned her Knights." The gray haired unit called out six names.
First, the Cavalier Clive, leader of the young units.
The Pegasus Knight Clair, his younger sister, blessed by the gods with the ability to ride a winged horse.
The hot-blooded Soldier Lukas, who handled his lance like a bolt of lightning. 
Another Soldier, Forsyth, the polar opposite in personality from Lukas. His true strength was his ability to calmly make decisions in the heat of battle.
The Archer prodigy Python, whose abilities with the bow were fueled by both his short temper and great skills.
And lastly, the beautiful Cavalier Mathilda, an extraordinarily skilled female unit, whose brave soul was never to be outdone by Clive's.
They stepped forward as their names were called, having no idea of what was about to happen, and gathered around the gray haired unit, sitting down further inside the humid, cold, and wet cell.
"Swallow these. They will get you out of this cell." When his words reached their ears, all of the color drained from their faces.
"We could never!” Clive shouted.
"We cannot leave our teachers behind!" Mathilda said to support Clive's words. 
Clair, standing next to them, nodded firmly and bit her lip.
Though they had only just learned what the elderly units' intentions were, Forsyth was the first to realize the full implications, and tears were already streaming down his face.
"We will die together! We all swore that to each other as the Knights of Zofia, at the very same time that we swore to live together!" Forsyth said as he choked on his tears, having already fallen into his mouth.
"We would never think of trying to survive if it meant you had to be sacrificed!"
"Are you trying to make cowards of us? We will die together. That is our deepest wish." Lukas and Python said in support of Forsyth.
The gray haired unit, Resurrection Seeds still in his hand, looked past the six young units and their tear stained faces, to the other elderly units standing behind them. "Doesn't this move you, everyone? Don't you feel as grateful as I do? We are feeble old men who could not protect the royal family, yet these six young units still consider us their comrades. For units like them to be the only six left, don't you think Mila has placed us under her divine protection?"
Though it was each in their own way, the thirteen elderly units all began to cry, and wiped their faces with their sleeves, tattered from the previous battle.
The gray haired unit looked back at the six young units. "But I will also put it another way. You are all fools."
The young units were all forcing their mouths to stay shut to hold back their sobs, but when they heard his words, their mouths all hung open in shock.
The gray haired unit paused to confirm the new tension on their faces, then continued, "Listen carefully to me. Our deaths are not what you should grieve. It is not cowardly in the slightest for you to survive as we sacrifice ourselves. If you do not understand that, then you are all genuine fools. It shocks me to hear units like you speak of our army's honor."
While the others were all completely taken aback, Python felt anger surge through him with no idea exactly what to direct it at, and started to suddenly stand up, but Clive raised one of his muscular arms to stop him.
The gray haired unit saw this, and smiled at him. Clive did not smile, instead staring straight back.
The gray haired unit's expression became grim once more. "What you should grieve is the death of Zofia's soul. Of the Zofian royal family. Do you understand? The Knights of Zofia has a history several thousand years long, and now we are all that is left of it. Though we are all that remain, none of that was for naught. The Resurrection Seeds have not been discovered by Desaix’s army, and there are as many of them as there are of you.
”Don't you see it? Mila is telling you to live. Telling Zofia to live. Telling you to release Zofia from Desaix's grip upon it, so our home can be free once again. That will be much more painful than your deaths would be. Getting back up after this dire situation, and standing on the front line once more, will be greater suffering than being torn limb from limb. But if you try to run from that agony, you will be good for nothing as units."
“Take these.” He held his hand straight out in front of them.
None of them moved, but that lasted only for a moment.
The first person to take a Resurrection Seed was Clive. And once Clive took one, everyone else reached out at almost exactly the same time.
The gray haired unit, now that his hand was finally empty, curled his fingers up and put his hand into his breast pocket, as if he was sheathing a dagger.
”You've likely heard the name Mycen before. He is known as the Holy Knight, and was once Zofia's symbol of justice. Desaix plotted against him and had him chased out of the castle, and so he now lives in the hidden Ram Village. It is a village built on a cape, in a remote location at the southernmost tip of Zofia. Meet with him. Build up the Deliverance, and liberate Zofia from Desaix's clutches."
Those were the last words he said.
The six young units put the seeds in their mouths, swallowed them, and died.
"We will come save you." Mathilda whispered the moment before her false death.
A commotion had long been brewing in the dungeon cell. It annoyed the dungeon guard, and he came up to the cell to figure out what was going on.
Inside the cell, six units were lying in a pile on the ground.
"They all drank poison! It dissolved their insides, and we cannot stand the smell! It's going to kill us feeble old men before any of you can!" Said the gray haired unit, in the front of the group, while pinching his nose. 
A bad smell was unquestionably wafting from inside the cell, and the dungeon guard deduced immediately that the terrible stench would travel to the castle hall by nightfall.
He called for backup, and while another guard stood around the cell with his sword drawn, he dragged the six dead units out of the cell, and threw them in a hole behind the castle used to dispose of garbage.
-
The fall of the castle was not enough to satisfy Desaix’s guard. Still nervous, they were continuing to monitor the castle, when in the starry sky, they saw something that looked like a white cloth flying away, towards the southwest of the castle.
It was Clair's pegasus. The mount was circling the skies above the castle, waiting for her master to return. When she heard Clair whistle sharply, she immediately descended. 
Afraid that the sounds of their sacred horses' hooves would echo loudly, Clive and Mathilda tore strips of fabric from their uniforms, and made them into bags to wrap around their mounts' hooves. The dust clouds they kicked up blended into the darkness.
Because they had not been noticed yet, and Lukas, Python, and Forsyth did not have mounts and needed to ride with someone who did, the pegasus and horses were weighed down significantly, and they could only gallop at half their normal speed. But regardless of that, just before daybreak, they arrived at the cave they had set out to reach.
The southwest of Zofia Castle was a coastal area. If one traveled down the coastline long enough, at the end of that path was a cave, roughly about the size of a rice paddy.
The cave was made to be the Knight's final fort. Only weapons and rations were stored inside, the entrance was tightly closed off by a giant rock, and no one knew to come to this area, so they could go undiscovered by Desaix’s army. After having taken note of what supplies were stored inside, and returning the rock to its position blocking the entrance, the six units confirmed that Desaix’s army had not pursued them, and sighed with a hand on their chests.
They all had a bitter taste in their mouths as a side effect of the seeds, so first, they rinsed out their mouths with spring water. After that, they searched the weapons stored inside the fort, each took one that matched their fighting style, and checked each one for rust, impressed that the oil used had kept every single weapon from developing any.
Four of the units heard an argument break out. Only Lukas and Forsyth were left inside the weapons storage. Their armor had been cracked and they lost their gauntlets in the battle at the castle, so the others heard them squabbling over a set of armor so new they could see their faces in it. 
But they were not the only ones. In the cave entrance, Clive and Mathilda were yelling so loudly that they were spitting on each other.
"We will go to the castle immediately! To where our teachers are!” Now that they all had both weapons and armor, Mathilda proposed that they should go rescue the remaining members of the Knights, still locked inside the dungeon.
Python had put a bow carved from an old persimmon tree on his back, and filled his quiver full of steel arrows. As he agreed with Mathilda, he stood next to her and glared at Clive, who was trying to interject.
Mathilda continued to lay pressure on Clive. "If we go now, we can still make it to them in time. We cannot leave our teachers to die!"
Clair was the only one unclear of whose side she was on. She stood frozen in the middle of the three units glaring at each other, looking back and forth nervously at whoever was actively talking.
"We wouldn't make it out alive!" Clive shouted. "How many times do I have to say it before you get it?! Are you just repeating yourself to feel better?! You heard what our teachers said! If you would just think it through, you'd know that there is only one answer! Desaix's numbers at the castle alone are in the hundreds! I can't just let you go to your death without doing something about it!"
“Are you afraid to die?!”
“That’s not it!”
“Our teachers are going to be killed in a matter of hours!"
"I know! I know that all too well! So cut my chest open!"
"Why would I do that?!" Mathilda froze in bewilderment. 
Clive ripped open his combat shirt with both hands and tore it off his body. His bare chest, deeply sunburnt and covered in wounds from many consecutive days of battle, was assaulted by the tension in the room. "You don't need your favorite lance. Just that dagger on your waist will do. If you're going to go to the castle, cut my chest open. Then go. You heard what our teacher said. Mila is telling us to live. Telling Zofia to live. You heard his words too, didn't you?! If we lost you, it would be the same as losing everything! If you die, we cannot liberate Zofia, and our teachers will have died in vain! If you're fine with that, then do this, too. If you want to die, then I will follow you and go to the castle. But I don't want to die by Desaix's hand. I wish a thousand times harder for you to be the one to kill me."
That was it. Python immediately responded to Clive's words by putting a hand on Mathilda's back. 
Mathilda finally looked away from Clive and walked off, then, still standing, she put her elbow on the rock wall, and bit down on her finger.
Python sat down on the closest flat rock to him, pulled an arrow out of his quiver, and began to polish the arrowhead.
"The path we follow will be bleak, whichever direction we go in." Clive said. 
At some point, Clair had brought over a new shirt and put it around his shoulders. 
He did not put his arms through the armholes, instead leaving it to hang like a coat.
As he sat down on his own large, flat rock, it was clear from the expression on his face that he was trying to think of a strategy.
Clive still knew that his desire to never give up would not vanish so suddenly, even in a situation like this. He looked over at Mathilda, standing still in a shadowy part of the cave, and called out Lukas' name. "You are the fastest on foot. And you are the best among us at being able to hide yourself. It would be even faster to go by horse, but they stand out too much. Go to Ram Village. Trust everything to Lord Mycen. This is a map of Zofia." On top of a rock, he opened a sheepskin parchment with a large drawing on it.
Lukas walked over to the area of the room where the light of the lantern hanging from the cave ceiling shined the brightest, stood right beside Clive's shoulder, and looked down. Forsyth did the opposite and left them there, then headed towards the weapons storage alone.
"Give me two nights. That's all I will need." Lukas said. 
Clive said nothing in response, instead only slapping his hand on Lukas’ shoulder and nodding.
Forsyth returned from the weapons storage and came up to them from behind. In his hands was a standard lance, which he handed over to Lukas. "I chose the strongest and lightest one."
Lukas took the lance from Forsyth, and tried it out two, then three times against a rock. "It's perfect."
The two hugged and thumped their fists against each other's backs.
"Go. Don't worry about us." Clair chased him down to the cave entrance. "I'm going to go check on the horses. If the foliage we put around them to camouflage them blows away in the wind, we'll be in trouble."
So she said, but it was clear as day to everyone that her true intentions were to say goodbye to Lukas alone.
Python looked straight at them without even a hint of shame, and grinned before whistling at them.
Forsyth scoffed and glared at him for a moment before watching Clair and Lukas walk off, then moved towards Clive, studying the open map’s details.
“I want us to have at least twice the numbers we do now.” Forsyth said, starting a long discussion between them about their battle strategy.
Each individual unit in Desaix’s army was not that strong. But their sheer numbers would undoubtedly be a problem, so they had to fear the possibility of exhausting their stamina and weapons supply. While their biggest problem was numbers, if everyone had known Holy Knight Mycen was with the Knights - now the Zofian liberation army, named the Deliverance - perhaps not as many units would have defected to Desaix’s army. They had to think of a strategy before Lukas returned with Mycen…
The oil in the lanturn suddenly ran out, dimming its light, making Forsyth and Clive realize how much time had passed.
“Clair still hasn’t come back yet?” Clive asked, realizing he hadn't seen her. 
Python had already finished polishing several arrows, lined them up in front of him, and gathered even more arrows. He just shook his head. 
Mathilda, who'd been crouching against a wall holding a lance, lost in thought ever since her argument with Clive, looked up at him, the expression on her face making it clear that she had realized something.
For a brief moment, in the entrance room of the cave, the cold night air rushed inside.
"I’ll go take a look!" Forsyth said, and grabbed his lance leaned against the stone walls before hurrying outside.
He soon returned, but his footsteps were several times faster and louder than they had been when he left.
That was when they realized something had happened.
"She's not here. Neither is her pegasus."
Even in the weakened light of the lantern, as he spoke, they could see that all the color had drained from Forsyth's face.
"I saw hoofprints from several horses left behind on the ground. And they weren't from our horses. I remember seeing those hoofprints before. They left the same mark as the horseshoes Desaix's forces use. I know it."
Mathilda immediately stood up. "I'm gonna say it!" Anger flashed across her beautiful features. "If we'd made the first move, this wouldn't have happened to your sister! And we could have saved our teachers!" She raised her lance and pointed it straight at Clive, whose face was perhaps even more pale than Forsyth's.
"You're a coward! You aren't even worth killing!" Mathilda screamed so hard she spit in Clive’s face, then ran out of the room.
Clair had been captured by Desaix’s army. She hadn't even screamed, probably fearing that if she did so, the cave would be discovered.
For a long while, Clive did not try to chase Mathilda down the long entrance to the cave. Before the night was even over, The Deliverance was already on the brink of death. All he could do was cry his eyes out.
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Hi there! I found your blog through your Claude x Asexual!reader fic, and I loved it so much! (Both as an asexual myself, and a Claude lover 😅) You write for FeTH(ouses) right? Would you do three hopes as well or not? I don't want to force you to play the game, or anything I just wanted to know since the character's appearances outfits and potentially personalities are changed between the two.
But all that aside, could I possibly get a Claude x Fem!reader that were separated during the time skip for whatever reasons and are reuniting during/after battle?
Also, is it okay with you if I go by Ace anon?
Hello, lovely Ace anon! I have not consumed enough material from FEWTH to reliably create material for the game, and I am not likely to play the game in the near future either. That said, I will happily write for the games I have already played. I have been moving backward rather than forward in the Fire Emblem series; the game I am currently playing is FE Echoes: SoV.
Hopefully, this doesn't hold you back from sharing your ideas with me. It is always exciting to hear from others and indulge both them and myself in material that we love.
The story will be continued under the cut. Requests are open!
Following Professor Byleth’s disappearance, the Golden Deer became more of an idea than an army. There was no need for such a force when the Church and Kingdom were already deploying all of their troops against the Empire. To top it off, the Leicester Alliance couldn’t come to a decision on which side of the war they would support.
The Leicester Alliance’s system was doomed to fail from the start; this was simply the push it needed.
In any case, your sister, a renowned animal doctor, had funded your education at Garreg Mach in hopes you would grow to become a pegasus knight in the Alliance’s Guard of Derdriu. No doubt the pay would be more than enough to set you for life.
…but you technically never graduated.
That took quite the toll on your family. Tuition had been expensive, to say the least. Not only did Garreg Mach not give you a title that would land you anywhere in this world, but they also denied refunds in the name of the war effort. The very war effort that strained mountains of commoner households across Fodlan, specifically.
So your family had settled on the next best thing. You would become an apprentice under your sister, studying what you had not already picked up just from being around her and supporting her dream in your youth.
You were surprised to learn that business was booming during the war. Your sister practically toured the continent, going wherever safety was guaranteed and money was abundant to train, strengthen, and heal all types of war creatures. Wyverns, pegasi, horses, dogs, falcons…and you were along for the ride.
Just being around such a renowned practitioner allowed you to come to truly appreciate both her work and her dedication. She was intelligent, compassionate, witty, and ethical; any time you had a question, she was right next to you with an answer. There was just no parallel for the amount you learned in such a short time.
The money went back to your family, for the most part. There was enough to go around and then some, though the two of you urged your parents to do whatever they could to help your community with the funds. No reason to be stingy when higher salaries came with every job.
It went on like this for years. Your sister would be called, you would follow, and the animals would find themselves in peak condition after about a month. Then the two of you would move on, your travel accommodated in advance by your next patrons.
Such repetition was easy to fall into, especially when it meant luxury for you and the ones you loved. It almost made you forget about something important.
A promise you had made to your friends 5 years ago.
Discussing your plan with your sister, she was at first adamant that you remain with her. Any affiliation that wasn’t strictly neutral with a territory would certainly lead to you being marked for the war effort, after all.
But you assured her that you had been training for this. She had sent you off to become a knight, so why was it wrong to follow through?
In the end, your place was on the front lines while hers was to play support. No amount of playing doctor could change your mettle.
So when she reluctantly let you go, releasing you to carve your own path, the two of you prepared for it to be your final goodbye.
“Please, be safe,” she enveloped you in a hug, “and don’t forget resolutions forged in the hour of fear. You are who you are; this war must never change that, you understand?”
“I do. I’m going to miss you more than you could know.”
“I’ll write often, I promise.”
“...”
Finally, you mounted the saddle of your pegasus. You had enough rations to get to Garreg Mach, according to one of the knights, and your weapon was sharp and ready should you need it.
“No holding back out there. Don’t let anyone forget who you are, no matter what.”
Neither of you had the heart to say you loved each other.
“Make the world a better place.” Goodbye, sister.
Off you went, wind blowing past your face into your hair. You would not look back, and you would not look down. This would be the path to your future.
The trip lasted what felt to be an eternity. Eventually, your rations lowered to a dangerous level, and you weren’t quite sure how far you had yet to travel. Geography was not your strong suit, despite your travels, and you landed your pegasus near a stream before dismounting.
Your steed, built differently than a horse and needing to use far more strength to carry you and your equipment, would require more food than just grass. Not to mention you were hungry for something fresh, tired of the bits of meat preserved by copious amounts of salt.
Naturally, your mind had come to fish as its conclusion. Meat without much fuss, and you would always know where to find it.
There was another reason.
After all your work these past several years, you doubted you had the gall to kill an animal outright. A fish was the furthest removed thing on the food chain from what you worked with in terms of meat, from the top of your head anyway.
So you primed your spear, peaking into the stream. Today’s meal would be perch if you were skilled enough.
“I’m so sorry,” you whispered, just off the top of your breath.
It was repeated like a mantra as you tried to think of a way to kill the animal as painlessly as possible. No way you could stomach watching it flop around in its final moments.
“Please forgive me, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. I don’t want to do this.”
Even your horse, it seemed, was giving you a judgemental look. Really it was just a fish, right? You could do so much more good to the world than a-
“Well, I never thought I’d see the day.”
Quickly, you spun on your heel to face the new voice. It was one you hadn’t heard in half a decade, but you could never forget that tone.
“Claude? How did you end up out here?”
He chuckled, moving in closer, “We all met back at Garreg Mach the day of the Milennium Festival. Unlucky for us, a group of bandits beat us to the punch, and we had to clear them all out. I came out here looking for stragglers in a haphazard perimeter check when I saw something strange by this stream.”
Your pegasus, moved by its stomach, approached Claude after observing your reaction to your previous house leader. It sniffed at its bag before nipping at it impatiently.
“Woah, easy there!” he grinned. “You two must have been on quite the journey if you’re this demanding. That, or maybe you’re just a spoiled little thing.”
Grinning, you watched as Claude gave in, opening the bag on his hip and holding out bits of meat for your companion.
“Won’t your own wyvern be jealous?”
“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. We landed yards away to be stealthy, so she shouldn’t come snooping around here if she’s being good-”
“Wait a minute!” you interrupted, “I missed the Milennium Festival? But how? I was told I had enough rations to get to Garreg Mach, and that I’d be in the area the day before.”
Claude sighed, petting the pegasus with his now-empty hand, “We wondered where you were; I’ll admit there were rumors something had happened to you since you’d last been with us, but I held onto hope.”
Still, that didn’t answer your question.
“Based on the direction I think you’ve been heading, you probably would have passed your destination too far to the east. It’s a good thing I caught you- otherwise, that would be a one-way trip to Enbarr. If the soldiers or the starvation didn’t take you first, that is.”
Your steed pulled away, approaching you before pawing at the ground.
The archer’s eyes met yours, “I could take you back to Garreg Mach the fast way. I’m sure both you and your friend would have an easier time eating whatever Leonie caught today.” He grinned, “Unless, of course, the whole Enbarr-trip thing sounds like something more your speed.”
Laughing in response, you mounted and followed Claude through the bushes to his wyvern.
“By all means, lead the way.”
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Hunter - Enemy Mine 8 - The Uncertain
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Warnings: Angst/Tension/A Bit Of Fluff
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There is a new, unexpected chapter ahead of you. You don't quite know what will happen next, and the thought of what happened between you and Hunter is still new and confusing. Hunter seems to know exactly what he feels and wants, but you are not quite sure yet.
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What Happened Before:
Enemy Mine
Part 2 - No Way Out
Part 3 - Turning Tables
Part 4 - Beneath The Surface
Part 5 - Priorities
Part 6 - Choices
Part 7 - Not So Welcome
Part 8 - The Uncertain
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Even though Crosshair wasn't in your immediate vicinity now, you didn't feel particularly comfortable in your skin the entire flight. Basically, you were still among enemies, even if they didn't act that way for the moment. Hunter sat down next to you with some courtesy distance, tried to engage you in conversation for a while, but you didn't really feel like it. You were still confused by what was happening here, what had happened on the planet, how close you had become.
You shifted uneasily in your seating position until he finally stood up and retreated to the cockpit for now. You took a breath with a sigh.
"You seem tense."
Startled, you looked up, you had almost forgotten about the one called Echo because he was sitting so still, a little apart in his bunk.
"How would you feel if you had your mission messed up by a group of separatist soldiers, and you had to depend on them to keep you safe and keep their word"
Echo sighed and finally nodded, "Okay, good point."
After a pause, he said, "No matter what Crosshair said, you are safe with us"
"Hmm, okay" you said quietly.
"Anything to that?"
You frowned questioningly.
"What?"
"About the hunch Crosshair made that there's something going on between you and Hunter".
You dodged his gaze uncertainly, and apparently that was answer enough, because Echo growled softly, "I see, so it's true."
You sighed tiredly and shrugged your shoulders.
"Yeah, I don't know, something happened between us on the moon, but I have no idea what it was or is and if it has any significance"
Echo looked at you with scrutiny and said, "From the way Hunter looks at you and talks to you, it certainly seems to have meaning, at least to him"
"It may," you said reluctantly.
Part of you wanted that quite a bit, another part of you didn't feel quite right about it. There was still something surreal about the overall situation.
Echo said quietly, "If you're not interested in this, in all fairness you should tell him as soon as possible, Hunter is- different, the longer you wait, the more he gets into this."
"I see."
The queasy feeling in your stomach unfortunately didn't go away for the time being. You finally pretended to be tired, lay down and turned your back to Echo. You really didn't feel like talking to a stranger about your feelings.
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After a while, you must have actually fallen asleep. When you opened your eyes, someone gently shook your shoulder, and you saw Hunter's face hovering over you. Startled, you pushed his hand off your shoulder, which he pulled back, equally startled at your reaction. Unless everything was deceiving you, he looked not only rattled but a little hurt, but you couldn't tell for sure.
"We're here," he said quietly, taking a step back from the bunk you were lying in.
You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and straightened up to sit. The tall, skinny one named Crosshair stood a little apart and glared at you, chewing on his toothpick. There was no point in dealing with him, so you ignored his probing looks as best you could.
Hunter tried to reach out to help you up, but you ignored the outstretched hand and stood up without his help.
"Did I upset you in some way?" he asked softly.
His expression seemed so vulnerable, that you were unnerved in the first moment.
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Hunter looked at you, your scent hung in his nose, still, the closer he got to you the more intense. He didn't want to and couldn't stay away from you, but when you gave him the cold shoulder and acted rather dismissive, he felt like he was missing a step while climbing the stairs. An unpleasant feeling spread in his stomach, but he couldn't help but inhale your scent and adore you.
He didn't get an immediate answer to his question, and the tingling unease under his skin continued to spread.
"No, I'm just nervous, I don't really know what to expect now".
He suppressed the relieved sigh that tried to escape him and nodded.
"Understandable, this is an exceptional situation".
With a careful, welcoming gesture, he said, "Just follow me, I'll take you to Cut and Suu and introduce you to them."
He paid close attention to your steps behind him, whether you were really following him. He felt relief and his shoulders relax as you actually followed him down the ramp out of the shuttle.
Outside the weather was beautiful, it was already evening, the sun would set soon, but it was still bright and warm. He smiled contentedly, in his opinion this was a very good first picture you got of this place. At the moment, he wished nothing more than that you would like it here, so that you could stay, and he could see you again.
The thought that he would soon have to move on with his brothers for the time being was heavy on his stomach.
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Meeting Cut and Suu was, contrary to your expectation, quite calm and relaxed. They were very nice, as were the children, even though the latter were very curious and asked a lot of questions.
You were finally alone with Hunter for a moment, so you could say goodbye and exchange a few words before he had to go on. His look was hopeful, but also nervous.
"So, do you think you'll stay, at least for a while?" he asked with a tentative smile.
You nodded slowly and said, "For the time being, yes, I wouldn't know where else to go at the moment."
Hunter looked over his shoulder, his brothers were already back on the shuttle. When he looked back at you, he seemed unsure of what to do next. He stepped from one leg to the other for a moment before finally leaning toward you.
His face came closer, and you held perfectly still as he kissed your cheek, very tenderly and chastely, completely different from the way you had approached each other on the moon. When he straightened up again, he smiled softly.
"I will come to see you as soon as I can. Please promise me that you will stay here at least until then."
For a moment you hesitated with your answer, actually you didn't want to promise him anything, you didn't even know if you could settle in here or how long it would take until he came back.
The longer you hesitated, the more restless he seemed to get, but he kept silent, trying to wait patiently.
"All right," you finally said.
You could see that he had held his breath and released it from his lungs when he heard your answer.
"I'll do my best not to let too much time pass until then."
With a nod, you gave him a small smile.
"I'll take your word for it"
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Hey mfs I’m making my character x reader blog finally!:pp
You may call me Spiral🌀
Here is my bsd masterlist
RULES AND REQUEST INFORMATION: PLEASE READ BEFORE REQUESTING
ALL SMUT REQUESTS WILL BE POSTED TO THIS SMUT BLOG FROM HERE ON OUT!
This was a Bungo stray dogs blog but I want to write from other fandoms like fire emblem, jujutsu Kaisen, baldur’s gate 3(once I learn more about it), the case study of vanitas, Arcane and Spiderverse (mainly for hobie brown and Jessica drew) cuz I definitely get the sudden urge to write for other fandoms :ppp
so just ask me if I write for a specific character from those series! If I don’t know the character well I will just research.
You can request anything within the rules but please request smut on this blog from now on!
The most characters you can request in a single request is currently 3,(maybe 4) I’ll only do headcanons and sometimes short scenarios if it’s two or more characters requested
I don’t write for OCs
You can request any character(s) but I’m best at writing the following:
Kunikida Doppo
Nakajima Atsushi
Fukuzawa Yukichi
Dazai Osamu
Yosano Akiko
Edogawa Ranpo
Akutagawa Ryūnosuke
Higuchi Ichiyō
Oguri Mushitarō
Izumi Kyouka
Fire Emblem
I’ve played fe awakening, fe echoes shadows of Valentia, fe three houses and fe three hopes, So I know to write for most characters of those games.
Arcane
Most characters
Vanitas no carte/The case study of vanitas
Noe Archiviste
Vanitas
Dominique De Sade
Jeanne
Amelia Ruth
Dante
Jujutsu Kaisen
Most characters from jjk I don’t feel like typing them all out man😭
I can write reader x Kyouka, Kenji, or Q but it will always be platonic if the reader is older!! No exceptions!
Rules for requesting:
These rules don’t necessarily apply to just bsd characters but they apply to all requests! And these rules apply to requests, not fics I make for myself!
If you don’t specify the gender than I’ll mostly go with GN! Or Fem, I also write for Male!Reader. That being said, I always automatically try to omit the gender of the reader
Specify if you want the relationship to be romantic or platonic example: “dazai pranking reader hcs (platonic)”
AND PLEASE! When requesting two or more characters specify if you want them together or separate! Example: “can I get kunikida and dazai dating hcs?(separate)” or (can I get kunikida x reader x dazai?”
When requesting please provide as much information as you can! Example: “Can I get a ranpo x fem!reader Where they go on a date to the amusement park?(romantic)” “can I get a kunikida comforting reader after a panic attack?(platonic)”
If you don’t specify any of this it’ll take me more time to think of a scenario, and I’ll end up going with my own ideas.
I will write: fluff, angst (I’ll try), crack, relationship hcs, gore(as in fight scenes and injuries, ik this isn’t exactly sfw but yk, I’ll just put a warning)general headcanons
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I still taste the past - Chapter 8
Relationships: Curufin/Finrod, Celegorm/Aredhel (background) Summary: Finrod wanted to see Curufin, get his closure after all they had gone through, end things once and for all. What he gets is a journey through the memory of where they've been and the choice of where they will go. TW: none. A/N: Enjoy!
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The other smiths and stonemasons watched the two of them like the most interesting duel they had ever seen.
Findaràto sighed and gritted his teeth "If we decide on the columns with the leaves we'll have the better aesthetics and the vanyarin influences would further our friendship," if the workers were asked there was a rather odd emphasis on the last word "for the next festival."
Curufin scoffed "The leaves design is an eyesore and the structure is unstable and completely unsuited for our purpose, which the vanya would understand if they could pay attention to anything past their own noses."
Findaràto opened and closed his hands, taking deep breaths as he tried to not scream his next argument, the workers had never seen him this way before this project "We already have plenty of perfect utilitarian columns around Tirion, if we want for this to be a success you need to be open to different approaches."
"With the leaves design there is no reason for my or my smiths presence past the structural phase, which you will desperately need," Curufin replied "It is an insult to our skills to pick the option that would render us useless."
"Look who's not looking past their nose now" Findaràto grumbled quietly.
"Anything you want to share?"
"Besides the fact that you are worse than a mule?"
"Very well then, you win Findaràto, we will go with the leaves design as you wish," Curufin got up and gave him a faux smile "And when we're done with the structural measures I will be returning to Formenos as I should."
The workers thought that was fantastic idea.
Curufin tried to leave but Findaràto followed right behind him, steps echoing in the corridor, their workers staring from the open doors.
"Come back here, Curufinwë!" he screamed, every semblance of politeness gone "Stop being an obstinate ass! We are not done discussing this!"
"Ass, mule, any more animals to creatively call me?"
The workers were of the opinion that prince Findaràto was in the right, from the start of the project any could see that prince Curufinwë was resolute in his objective of obstructing any decision from the other prince. Findaràto wanted one type of stone? Curufinwë disagreed until it became a screaming match. Findaràto wanted one color? Curufinwë disagreed and everyone feared it would become a fist fight. And now the prince was fixated on the minor detail of the column design before storming off.
For a long time they had discussed what had motivated that particular rivalry, alas, their curiosity would not be sated as the two disappeared into the family side of the palace.
Findaràto sighed again once they were safely in Curufin's bedroom "I'm tired of fighting, Atarinkë."
Curufin didn't spare him a look "And you think I'm not?"
"If this is about Amarië again-"
This time Curufin did glare at him "You know exactly how I feel and still invited her."
Finrod groaned "I know that," he said gesticulating for emphasis "I. know. But Tyelkormo had already invited Irìsse and-"
"Oh, I thought you were just made of friends!"
Findaràto stared at him unimpressed "I tried, Atarinkë, I tried! Everyone already had plans, it's not like you are any different!"
"Ah, yes, because Astalalmë is the same thing." Curufin rolled his eyes.
"You used to have a crush on her, Amarië is just a friend, I think I should be the one throwing the tantrum here."
He sighed, it was something he did a lot lately, but trying to bring Curufin closer was like hugging a marble column, cold and stiff.
"Please, just give me a few hours, Atarinkë" Findaràto asked him "A few minutes of just us, no petty squabbles, please."
Curufin nodded but they still felt more distant than ever. He couldn't understand why Findaràto was so blind, from the moment of their introduction to now he had observed Amarië and it was clear it was not friendship she hoped to receive from the prince.
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"They look very suitable, would you agree?" Astalalmë asked him.
As he had predicted, Amarië and Findaràto were the talk of the party, to everyone this invitation was the sign of future good news, after all, it was after one such party that Turukàno and Elenwë had finally announced their betrothal, so why would it not be so for his closest friend Findaràto?
"You look tired," Astalalmë commented.
Of course no one would say that of Amarië, there had been nothing but praise for the vanya and several approving comments on prince Findaràto choice of partner although the most used word had rather been bride. And how were they not to confuse the two when Findaràto would oh so gently twirl her around in dance, not one unhappy moment to be found.
"Curufinwë!"
Curufin finally looked at Astalalmë and felt guilty, he really had not planned on ignoring her for most of the party, but he'd spent the entire time before arriving being sick and seeing Findaràto and Amarië so perfect in every way was making the bile rise again, it was really taking everything in him not to puke.
"I'm sorry, please, have fun without me," he bowed and he heard her sigh in disappointment "I will fetch a drink, do you want anything?"
Astalalmë glared at him and just gave him a curt no before leaving, Curufin knew she would not return even if he asked her to. It would be better if he left as well.
He dodged elbows and stepped on some feet, finally making his way to the beverage table where the assortment of mostly alcohols stood beautifully decorated. Curufin groaned and went around in search of water.
"You know people are talking right? I thought that was why you insisted on secrecy?"
Curufin didn't answer, picking instead a pink liqueur in front of him.
Findaràto took a deep breath "Why can't you just dance with me, is any of this truly worth it for you?"
Nothing.
"Curufinwë, is any part of us worth it to you?"
"Oops."
Findaràto closed his eyes, forcing himself to find anything inside of him to calm down and not make a massive scene in front of everyone, even as he felt the cold of the drink Curufin had thrown at him, not even pretending it had been a mistake.
People closest to the table had stopped their dancing to stare at them, and talked, hushed voices trying to understand what happened, Curufin gave him a practiced bow and uncaring of the eyes on him, left the ballroom.
Curufin thought he could escape, if he could just get where none of the gossip court would deem worth following, if he could only be left alone, but he should've known Findaràto wouldn't just leave him be so easily.
"You are a coward, Curufinwë!" the blond screamed at him "Can't you just look at me as you keep throwing me away! Am I not worth more than your contempt?"
"Leave me be!" Curufin cried, looking around to see if there was anyone watching them.
"I'm not leaving!" Findaràto said, voice rough "What have I done now? What is not enough, Curufinwë?"
Nothing, he wanted to reply, You are the most perfect thing that has happened to me and I don't want to lose you.
"She is in love with you, you blind fool," he replied instead, tears falling on the grass "When will you realize?".
"But I'm not in love with her!" Findaràto screamed, finally reaching Curufin "I don't want Amarië, I want you, I want to be with you but you're making it so difficult to love you."
"Then maybe you shouldn't!"
Findaràto shook his head "You can't be serious."
Through the tears, red eyes glaring, Curufin, however, continued "I release you, Ingoldo"
"Curufinwë, please."
Curufin screamed and shook Findaràto's arms away from him "I release you, Ingoldo, and be glad that no deeper bond existed between us now."
"How can I be glad when you're leaving me?!"
Findaràto stood there, not knowing what to do or how to fix things, he just watched as Curufin ran away, all his dreams, all he thought they had, castles of fantasy falling as his lover was more and more a dark silhouette under Telperion's light, until there was nothing left and he could see Curufin no longer.
"Atarinkë?"
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