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Nighttime
This is for @lunalove25! She’s such a wonderful friend and I wanted to thank her by writing this drabble for her character Leora and Dimitri!
Dimitri was always a light sleeper. Whether it was the creak of a door, or a pin dropping on a carpeted floor, he was up and alert. That is why, when he woke up late that night, he found himself momentarily thrown off by a sound he had not heard of before.
Were they thieves? His heart thundered against his chest as he reached out for his weapon. However, before he could reach under his pillow to retrieve his dagger, the king felt a slight tug at the bedsheets. One quick look in the dark, and Dimitri found the culprit of the sound. His little daughter, Anya, currently had her fists balled against his comforter.
Before the king could even react, he heard quiet little sniffles from his daughter as she endeavored to pull herself up, but the bed itself was too tall. This tragedy only made her cry even more.
Dimitri wasted no time from then on, rolling over to face his daughter.
“Anya…?” He whispered, voice low and quiet to avoid waking up his dear wife. “Is something the matter?”
The little princess simply nodded, clutching her little wyvern doll close to her chest. It was a gift from uncle Claude and auntie Jackie, and they promised that it would protect her from scary monsters, so she carried it everywhere.
“Daddy…” She sobbed, hands outstretched for her father to pick her up. Catching her hint, Dimitri pulled her daughter up to the bed, setting her in between her parents. Her crying subdued as the king continued to wipe away her tears.
“Did something scare you?” He asked in an attempt to pinpoint her worries. His daughter gave a sharp nod, little wyvern bouncing slightly as she spoke. “Bad dream… want mommy…”
Her tiny voice was enough to wake up her mother, a fact made clear by the shuffling of sheets next to Dimitri. Thrown off by the small shadow in front of her, Leora frowned.
“Wha…?”
“Mommy!” Anya reached her chubby fists out for her mother to embrace. Suddenly awake and alert, Leora did just that, her arms wrapped protectively against her daughter.
“Anya? What’s the matter? Are you hurt?” Her mother’s worried ramblings were cut short by DImitri, gazing at his wife as she comforted their child.
“It seems as though Anya had a nightmare of sorts.” His hand landed on Anya’s back, and he rubbed his hand soothingly across. “I suppose she wanted to sleep with us.”
The king assumed that his wife wouldn’t mind having their child share their bed. After all, they both loved Anya unconditionally, that was true. Plus, the tiny princess fit perfectly in between the two of them, even with her ridiculously sized wyvern plush -- it was almost half her size!
“Can I sleep with mommy and daddy?” Their daughter looked at them with those doe eyes of hers, a look no one was resistant to.
A soft smile appeared on Leora’s lips, warm hands reaching up to thread through her daughter’s messy blonde hair. In response, Anya let a soft giggle escape her lips.
Such a sound made the king’s heart melt right then and there. He gazed at the scene before him. His wife, his wife, lying on her side as she consoles their beautiful daughter. A domestic scene was almost unthinkable all those years ago. When he had lost himself, Leora was the one who guided him back towards the path of justice he once sought out. She was always there, hand extended for him to take and lips curled up in a gentle smile. Somehow, looking at her, his hopelessness faded away.
The hardships they have endured during the war still weighed heavy on the king, but having the support of his beloved wife and daughter made the pain nonexistent. His reminiscing was brought to an end when he felt his unkempt bangs being tugged(he never did fix his hair; even the ponytail failed to subdue his messy look).
“Daddy! Sleep time!” Anya exclaimed, her previous fears now extinguished. With one arm wrapped around her wyvern, she continued to pull on her father’s hair. Leora witnessed the whole thing, covering her mouth with her fist to hide her smile.
“Ah! I am coming! P-Please let go of daddy’s hair!” The king pleaded. Against his daughter, he was powerless, it seemed. Slowly, he settled himself underneath the sheets, making sure to tuck in his daughter. The nights in Faerghus were beginning to grow frigid, a sign of the upcoming winter. The last thing he wanted was his poor daughter or beloved falling ill due to his negligence.
When he was completely sure that both his wife and child were covered up, he finally relaxed.
Once she was wrapped up underneath the layers of blankets, Anya let out a tired yawn.
“G’night mommy, daddy....” Soon enough, their little princess closed her eyes, and she was out like a light. Her tiny chest rose and fell while she snuggled with her wyvern plush.
“She’s precious…” Dimitri whispered, his hand ghosting over her pink cheeks. “Sher certainly gets that from her mother.”
“Nonsense…” Leora remarked, taking Dimitri’s hand. “It came from the both of us. Didn’t you say something like that when she was born?”
Dimitri smiled. “I am surprised you remember that, given how exhausted you were.”
“Come now, how could I forget the birth of my own daughter? You practically hovered over me while I held her.”
Her teasing only made the king blush in response.
“I was merely worried about your safety!” Had it not been for Anya’s sleepy mumblings, Dimitri would have retorted even more. “...and Anya’s.”
“I know, love.” Leora gave his hand a squeeze, her smile never fading. “Let us get some sleep, yes? We have a long day ahead of us.”
Dimitri gave a small noise of confirmation. “Sleep well, my beloved.”
“As long as you are here, I know I will always be well…” Leora let her eyes shut, her smile never leaving, even while she slept.
Once the king was certain that his wife and child were sound asleep, he allowed himself to relax. His eyes close and he was lulled into a happy, peaceful slumber.
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It's Dawn!
Dawn had swept across Zenith, the sun barely peeking out from the horizon. Although almost everyone in the Order was asleep, there was a certain prince who woke up at this ungodly hour.
Normally, Alfonse would wake up at around this time and prepare for early sword practice -- perhaps even spar with any of the heroes that were awake. However, there was currently one obstacle he had to overcome.
The tiny tactician who currently had a death grip on him.
Ever since the two became a couple, Alfonse suggested that they share a bed. He was afraid to admit this to Norrie, but the prince had been experience a reoccurring nightmare involving her death, so seeing her snoozing peacefully would help calm his nerves whenever he woke up.
He did not know that sleeping with Norrie was essentially sleeping with a fluffy cat. She had her arms wrapped around his chest while her legs were tangled with his. Basically, it was an impossible knot of limbs that Alfonse was trapped under.
He would never dare to wake up the slumbering tactician. Norrie already had too much difficulty falling asleep as it is, he would hate to reduce her sleep time even more. But... his sword practice...
As he began to plot a way to escape Norrie's grip, the prince was interrupted by a tiny murmur. He looked down and could faintly hear Norrie mumbling some sort of nonsense.
"Mm... love you..."
Curious, the Askran prince stroked her hair. "Hm? Who do you love...?"
"Alfie..." Came the quiet reply of his beloved.
Alfonse felt his heart melt at the sudden realization of what had just occurred.
He never even thought he would ever experience such domesticity in his life. After shutting his heart out all those years, Norrie managed to make her way through and the prince was ever so grateful for her.
Here they were, sharing a bed. They would get up and get dressed together. Norrie would help him with his armor, while Alfonse would make sure Norrie's bow is tight enough. Perhaps they could brush each other's hair as they prepare for the day. Better yet, they could be on kitchen duty together and cook breakfast together. Sure, they were at war, but there was some sort of domestic charm to all those actions.
He was interrupted again when he heard the familiar whimpering of his tiny tactician. She seemed to nuzzle herself closer into Alfonse, shivering slightly.
Acting quickly, the Askran prince covered her up with another layer of blanket, and she sooned settled back down. He placed a gentle kissed on her forehead as he closed his eyes.
"Rest well, Norrie..."
Sword practice can wait.
#hey guess who made a quick fic during her lunc bream#*break#summoner norrie#alfonse#norfonse#pasteladins writes
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I just wanted to drop by and say that you're writing is wonderful! All your Grima and Kiran fics make my heart soar. It's all so lovely!!
aaaaaaAAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH ;v; ~ I feel like a broken record saying it over and over but it really means a lot to know that it can make other people so happy! Just thank you so much and I’ll do my best to keep it up!
#answered#pasteladins#fire emblem: heroes#fanfiction#i'm probably not going to stop saying it either#i just get so happy knowing other people are enjoying this#it's such a blast getting all these headcanons in order#and writing things to solidify them all#originally i'd just planned to draw heroes stuff#but i'll be damned if the writing isn't fantastic
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Fire Emblem Heroes
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Alfonse/Bruno | Zacharias
Characters: Alfonse (Fire Emblem), Bruno | Zacharias
Series: Part 4 of brufonse week 2020
Published: 2020-10-23
Word Count: 379
Summary:
Zacharias winced as Alfonse gently rubbed the wet rag against his wounds. He knew, he knew they were deep and needed cleaning before he could be bandaged up properly, but it still hurt.
zacharias and alfonse, patching up after a battle
thoughts under the cut as always
okay so first of all this was written for my girlfriend @pasteladins who i love. this is... loosely inspired by rp shenanigans in which we said we wanted smth like this to happen in our group. never did so she got me to write it instead. and i posted it on ao3 bc brufonse week
... honestly it’s rly short i don’t have much to say abt it lmao. i will say that writing smth like this is a struggle bc of how much i have to deal w/ names and pronouns. like it’s hard to do satisfyingly in a way that makes it clear who is being talked about
also no favorite part because it’s so short it’s hard to pick
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It’s for Medical Reasons, Of Course...
I made another fic for my friend @lunalove25! It’s about her OC, Leora, and Dimitri being pining idiots! I hope you like it!
Given Dimitr’s rampage during the battle, a loss would have been a surprise. After the army gave their victory cheers on the battlefield, reality soon hit. Injuries needed to be tended to, lest they give way into more dire wounds.
Currently, the infirmary tents were filled with soldiers, healers running amok as they did their best to treat everyone. Mercedes and Annette were focused on Sylvain and Felix, as they had accompanied Dimitri during the fight. Although the king had managed to carve out a path for his allies to follow, Sylvain and Felix managed to deal with the stragglers. The action itself held consequences, as the two soon figured out from their injuries.
The tent flap opened, Leora walking in with haste. Mercedes spotted her ally, relief washing over her. “Leora! Thank the goddess you’re here! We need your help attending towards another patient.” The cleric informed her.
Annette piped in, ignoring the glares from Felix. “He went overboard again.” Her tired voice was enough to make Felix scoff.
“That beast has done this many times, but this one certainly takes the cake. Knock some sense into him.” He grumbled as Annette gave him a pout.
“He’s the king! He has to make a path for everyone! ...I just wished he would be more careful.” Ashe cut in, finishing up the touches of his own quick first aid.”I would tell him, but… he doesn’t seem to listen.”
“Maybe you can talk to him, Leors.” Sylvain suggested, his unappreciated pet name was given no acknowledgment as Leora frowned.
“I suppose I could try. He’s been quite reckless.” She added, arms crossed in thought.
Ashe tied his bandages up and gave his hand a tentative squeeze to gauge the pain. “He seems to only listen to you.”
“I wonder why that is-- Ow! Hey, Ingrid!!” Sylvain’s scandalous suggestion was cut off by a slap on the head from his childhood friend.
The pegasus knight had her own injuries attended to. A few knicks from some arrows couldn’t keep her down. “Mind yourself, Sylvain. Anyways, it may be a good idea to check on him, Leora. He went straight to his tent without getting any medical aid.”
Leora gave a nod, wasting no time in gathering supplies into her bag. “I’ll go check up on him.” Once she finished preparing, the cleric made her way to Dimitri’s tent. One hand clutched on the strap of her bag as she stood in front of the tent.
“Dimitri?” She called, her free hand mere inches away from the flap. “It’s Leora. May I come in?”
The lack of a response worried her, and she began to assume the worst. Had his wounds been so grievous? In a sheer moment of panic, the healer busted the flap open, eyes wide with terror.
“Dimitri!”
“....Leora!!”
“D-DIMITRI?!”
The scene before the cleric was one she would consider borderline blasphemy. There was Dimitri, the king of Faerghus, sitting on his bed with a tattered roll of medical bandages. His armor had been cast aside as he tended to his own wounds. However, what was most surprising was his attire.
Or rather, lack of. At least he had trousers on, but by the Goddess this man was shirtless.
Leora, mouth agape, stood there, body frozen in place as her brain shut down on her completely.
Dimitri was no better, his only eye wide in shock as he sat there, certainly surprised on his account. With a clear, albeit awkward, clearing of his throat, the king finally spoke.
“Did you need something, Leora?”
Finally getting over the initial shock, the cleric averted her gaze from such a sacrilegious sight.
“I was… merely coming to check up on you! Mer… Mercedes told me you didn’t visiting the infirmary tent, so I wanted to make sure you were alright…”
“I… I see. How kind of you.”
Oh, now he was polite AND shirtless. How lovely.
Leora shook her head and gave a gracious bow. “My apologies! I know I shouldn’t have barged in, but you didn’t answer and I… I assumed you were dead and so I panicked and--”
“Leora.”
“Yes?”
“It’s alright.” The king assured. “It’s my fault for not paying attention. I was distracted by my, ah, current issue....” He gestured to the ripped up bandages lying before him.
Leora took notice, taking a careful step forward. “I see… What happened?”
Dimitri frowned. “I was trying to treat my own wounds and wrap them up, but… I broke the bandages…” He added that last part quietly, ashamed of his own ridiculous strength.
Before Leora could even control it, she let out a short laugh. He was absolutely precious…
“Here, if you’ll allow it, I will be more than happy to help.” Leora smiled, to which the king immediately returned.
“I would appreciate that very much. Thank you, Leora.”
The way her name slipped past his lips felt better than any hymn sung by the Goddess. Her hand clenched tightly against the strap of her bag. “Of course, Dimitri.”
Swallowing the lump in her throat, the cleric made her way to the bed, accompanying the king as she took out her supplies. She was quick to do her work, justifying her occasional glances at his abs by explaining that it was important to check if he was injured there.
Sure enough, there were a few injuries on the lower part of his body. Leora’s hands shook, fingers gently grazing his muscles. Dimitri sucked back a breath, causing the cleric to yelp.
“I’m sorry!” Leora lowered her sinful gaze.
“No, no! My apologies! I must have scared you!” Dimitri reasoned, his own cheeks flushed with sudden timidity.
Leora shook her head. “H-Here… I can do it…” She reasoned, her hands soon returning to his body. She applied an ointment meant to disinfect and quicken the healing process. Plus, it gave her an excuse to run her hands down his body, tracing the outlines and dip of his muscles. She marveled over how firm his body was as she applied the ointment.
Unfortunately for her, she had covered every injury retained by the king. The entire time, Dimitri seemed to look at Leora, his eyes fixed on her face as he memorized her features. The way her eyes shone like the starry sky at night, how her hair would part at a certain way -- he found it to be cute. How terribly he wished to push back the stray hairs from her face. His fingers would graze her cheeks as he tilted her face. He would lean in, lips partially opened as he closed the distance until he felt her skin against his in a tantalizing--
“I have finished!”
The announcement was enough to stir Dimitri away from his own devious desires. He glanced down only to see his body had been covered up in bandages. She had been so careful that he barely even felt it…
“Ah, thank you, Leora…” He repeated lamely, arms hanging loose at his sides on the bed.
“Please…” Leora whispered, her hand reaching out towards his and she gave it a squeeze. “...do be more careful. I don’t know what we -- I -- would do if you died.”
Her eyes glistened with tears, a sight that made the king’s heart break. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze -- as much as he could, given his strength. “I promise I will be more careful -- anything for you, Leora.” His words were reassuring. It almost sounded like a wedding vow--
No, No. Don’t think like that. Please… He wouldn’t…
“I only ask that you do the same.” Dimitri’s voice made Leora cast her gaze up. “You mean so much to me, and I would not know what to do if something happened to you.”
“Oh, Dimitri…” Leora whispered. She smiled sadly. “I will do my best to stay with you, even after this war. I will--”
“Hey! Leora! Has Dimitri killed you yet-- OW! Ingrid! How many times do you have to do that?!”
Sylvain’s booming voice made Leora jump, causing her to lean towards Dimitri. Suddenly, she found herself being held by the king, his buff arms protecting her from all the evil of the world.
“I-I’m fine!” She squeaked. “Totally fine!”
“Well, alright.. If you’re done there, you may want to check out this big bump that Ingrid left on my head…”
“Come on, Sylvain, we have stuff to do.” Ingrid’s voice soon followed, void of any mirth. Soon enough, the sounds of their footsteps were gone, and it was just Leora and Dimitri.
Leora glanced up at the king, who stared at her. He only just then realized that his arms were around her, and he pulled away.
“My sincerest apologies! I… I didn’t meant to!”
Leora shook her head, her body suddenly cold from the lack of warmth. “No, no! It’s fine! It was… nice.”
“Beg pardon?”
“I should get going! Take care!” And with that, the cleric rushed away, face completely red from the recent ordeal.
The king merely stood there, his eye as wide as it was when she had first seen him shirtless. Suddenly, his lips curled into a soft smile, cheeks rosy with a sudden timidness.
“Thank you, Leora.”
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A Surprise for Tactician and Princess
..:: This is a fic trade I made for @lunalove25! She’s really sweet and requested some birthday fluff with her summoner and Laegjarn! ::..
To the princess of Muspell, birthday celebrations were not common. As the daughter of Surtr, her only purpose was to grow stronger, be better, and be smarter. Menial celebrations like one’s personal growth meant nothing the the king of Muspell, so Laegjarn was never introduced to the idea of birthday celebrations. Thus, she found it odd when the summoner had gasped out loud when she said that her birthday was in a week.
“A week?!” The Askran tactician repeated, eyes wide and mouth agape over the recent revelation. “Aren’t you excited? Birthday parties are always a fun time!”
Laegjarn raised a brow, her hair falling past her ears. “Birthday… party? Beg pardon, but why should we throw a party over something so trivial?”
Her genuine curiosity threw Luna off. Of course, she knew she shouldn’t be so surprised. After all, Surtr wasn’t the best father in Zenith, so for him to disregard such an important milestone was not unusual. The tactician shook her head. That would definitely not do. Laegjarn deserved much better than Surtr, and now that she and Laevatein were free from Muspell’s violent war path, Luna was ready to show them what their new freedom would give them.
With a quick and sturdy push, Luna stood up from her seat and dusted away the dirt. “I have a tactics meeting with Robin in a few minutes, but I’ll see you later, yeah?” She glanced down at Laegjarn, who followed her actions by standing up.
“Very well. If you need me, I will be training with Laevatein.”
“Right. See you later!” The purple haired woman gave a cordial wave and ran off -- she had other things on her mind than tactics; something very important.
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Laegjarn’s birthday had finally arrived, and with it, so did a frantic party planning Luna. She ran all over the castle halls, parchment filled with a list of To-Do’s for the celebration. Currently, she had Sharena dustracting Laegjarn by taking her to the market and visiting alternate Askr’s. The Askran princess was great at talking up a storm, her ability to keep heroes busy with social tasks was one of her many talents. In fact, it always seemed to put Laegjarn in a good mood. It was a pleasant change of pace from the constant war meetings and such.
Throughout the week, it was difficult to keep Luna’s plan under the wraps, especially with nosy heroes who tended to gossip over every little detail. Luckily, a quick threat to increasing time at the training stratums was enough to keep the Order quiet enough about her plan. Her heels clicked hurriedly against the stone floor of the castle. Following her was the exalt prince Chrom -- he was part of the manual labor division, putting up the heavier decorations and such. However, the Ylissean prince was not allowed to carry delicate items. Luna found that out the hard way when Chrom dropped a dozen wine glasses by tripping on a rug.
“Luna! Luna!” A tiny Fae rushed over with armfulls of flowers from the garden. Ylgr came running in toe, her satchel filled to the brim with flowers. The two girls dropped flowers wherever they went. They were quickly picked up by Lon’qu, who was in charge of flower duty, much to his chagrin. However, it was either that or help the ladies with other tasks, and he much preferred the former.
“Where do I put these pretty flowers?” Fae asked, hopping on the tips of her toes.
Luna gave the two girls a pat. “You two can put them in the barrels next to the table with the cake. Thanks, girls!” The tactician gave them a friendly smile, watching them rush over to the designated area.
The Askran tactician gazed at her work. A week’s worth of planning had finally reached its final stage, evident by the abundance of hustle and bustle of heroes. Alm and Celica were seen assisting Laevatein with her special task of making a regal flower crown for Laegjarn. The crown itself was made from Muspell’s Fireposy. Each flower radiated a gentle warmth, their calming aura putting a genuine smile on Laevatein’s lips.
“That’s it! You’re getting the hang of it.” Celica spoke softly as to not startle the young princess. Alm had been there for moral support, seeing that Celica was much more of an expert in the art of flower crowns.
“H-Here… Is it… good?” Once the crown had finished, she showed the Valentian rulers the fruit of her labor, each flower meticulously tied together with their own vines. Alm and Celica gave Laevatein a pat on the head for a good job.
“It looks fantastic, Laevatein. Your sister will love it.” Alm was quick to respond, making the young Muspell princess’ smile grow. Her chest was filled with warmth, and not just from the fireposy. She was proud of her own work, and even… excited. Laegjarn would love this.
Just a bit of ways, Luna stood holding a box wrapped with a bright, colorful bow. She had spent just as much time looking for Laegjarn’s gift as she did planning for the whole party. Her gloved hands rubbed against the colorful packaging, eyes staring keenly at the box, silently hoping that the eldest princess would enjoy her gift.
“Summoner Luna?” Her thoughts were cut off when she spotted prince Alfonse approaching her. “Feh has informed me that she saw my sister and princess Laegjarn entering the castle. Are we all set to go?”
Luna gave a firm nod, eyes flaring up with determination… and nervousness. “Yes we are. Everybody!” Her voice rung clear in the banquet hall, all the heroes ceased their actions and turned to face their summoner. “Sharena and Laegjarn are coming -- take your places!”
Upon hearing her words, the Order scurried, hiding behind barrels and table clothes. However, Laevatein stood there, confused and flustered. Her eyes darting from left you right while her thumbs rubbed against the fiery petals. Luna was quick to notice, gently taking Laevatein’s hand.
“Here, come with me so we can give your sister the flower crown.” She spoke. Her gentle words comforted the young princess, and she gave Luna an affirmative nod.
Some of the heroes pulled down the curtains and blew out the lanterns, ensuring that the surprise would not be ruined right away. Heroes were heard giggling and whispering to one another, only to be quickly shushed when they heard the sound of heels clicking in the distance.
“Sharena?” Although she sounded far away, Laegjarn’s voice was immediately recognized. “Where are we going? I thought we were meeting Luna for lunch at the royal gardens?”
“We are~” Sharena was quick to reply, her golden locks hopping about while she walked. “But we had a recent change of plans…”
Her voice grew closer, an air of apprehension and excitement filling the room. Nowi and young Tiki were peeking from below the table clothes, only to be held back by Grima. She kept the two in place by holding them by their capes.
Laevatein fidgeted in place, making sure not to jostle the fireposy in any way. Her shoulders rose when she spotted two silhouettes making their way to the banquet hall.
“Sharena, it’s completely dark in here…”
It was now or never.
“SURPRISE!!” Laegjarn took a step back, eyes wide from the sound of party poppers and confetti flying about. The curtains pulled up and the lanterns were once again lit, revealing the decorated hall filled with an abundance of heroes. In the center stood Luna and Laevatein, both looking positively elated.
“Wh...What is…” She looked around, perplexed at the recent outburst. Luna was the first to answer her question, her hands behind her back as to hide her gift.
“It’s a surprise party!” She explained simply, her purple tresses falling in front of her shoulders. “After you said that you never celebrated your birthday, I knew I just had to throw a party for you.” Her cheeks with dusted with a light pink blush. “And the rest of the Order was happy to help! We got you presents!”
As if on cue, groups of heroes raised their respective gifts -- all ranging from cute drawings from the young dragons, to elegant tiaras and accessories from the royals.
The Askran tactician turned her head and nodded at Laevtein, giving the young princess an opportunity. She timidly walked over, carefully presenting the gift to her sister.
“Princess Celica and Alm helped me make it… I hope you like it, sister.”
Laegjarn stared at the gift, eyes shining against the bright gift. “I love it, Laevatein. Thank you.”
The response made Laevatein grin, and she placed the crown atop Laegjarn’s head. Thus, the festivities were now in full swing.
There was never a dull moment as Hector and Ephraim offered to arm wrestle any hero that dared challenge them. Laegjarn wasn’t one to back down from a challenge, and she accepted. Although it was a close battle, the princess of Muspell won against both Hector and Ephraim. Of course, she couldn’t have lost -- Luna was cheering her on. When the winner was declared, the Askran tactician had congratulated Laegjarn with a spontaneous hug. However, she immediately retracted, pulling up her cowl to hide her blushing visage.
During the party, Luna had effectively hidden her gift; her nerves had prevented her from showcasing her gift to Laegjarn. However, the princess of Muspell was quick to notice, catching the bright ribbon from under Luna’s cloak.
“Hm? What’s this, Luna?” Laegjarn leaned over, and Luna felt the heat return to her cheeks once again. In an attempt to compose herself, Luna pulled the gift out from her cloak, the ribbon still elegantly tied and in one piece.
“It’s your gift… I hope you like it.”
The Muspellian picked up the package, careful to not ruin the box as she pulled the ribbon. Once she opened the lid, Laegjarn’s lips parted in surprise. Inside the box was a necklace that contained fiery jewels located only in Muspell.
“Luna… how did you…” Her voice was naught a whisper as she tenderly raised the accessory at eye level.
The Askran tactician straightened her back.”Laevatein helped me pick it out. She said that you really liked necklaces that glow. I know they’re only found in Muspell, so Laevatein, Helbindi, and I did some exploring of our own.” Her brows furrowed, and her hands were clenched in fists as she spoke. “Do you like it…?”
“Like it…?” Laegjarn whispered. Slowly, she raised her head, facing Luna with a bright smile on her lips. The Askran tactician must have been seeing things, because she swore she saw a blush on Laegjarn’s cheeks!
“I love it.” She reached a hand over and placed it on Luna’s shoulders. “I’ll treasure it always.”
Hearing Laegjarn’s genuine words put Luna at ease, as she lowered her hunched shoulders with a heavy exhale. “I’m so glad!”
The two shared a tender moment, only for it to be interrupted when a rowdy Hector demanded a rematch.
“Well, I’ll need my talented tactician to cheer me one, if that is alright with you.” Laegjarn shared a knowing look to Luna, making the tactician blush.
“Absolutely. I’ll always be there for you.” She responded with complete confidence, taking Laegjarn’s hand and guiding her over to the table.
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Possibilities
One of my many upcoming Norfonse drabbles. We’ve got a pregnant Norrie dealing with some anxiety~
Also, I mention @lunalove25‘s OC Freya and a little headcanon so shout out to you!
"Do you think it's a boy, or a girl? Or one of each?"
The second half of that sentence caused the Askran prince to choke on his tea.
"O-One of each? As in... twins?" He sputtered, catching Norrie's uncertain gaze.
"I'm afraid it's a possibility." Her hand rubbed atop her stomach, and she smiled when she received a kick in response. Unfortunately, her giddiness was short lived. "Just the idea of two births makes me feel a little anxious..."
Upon hearing her quiet remark, Alfonse took Norrie’s hand. "It will be alright, love. I promise.” He gave her hand a soft squeeze. “The odds of two births is quite slim. Even so..." Then, his hand lowered to her stomach. He couldn’t help the warm smile tug at his lips when he felt a kick. "...you are a strong, capable woman, and you have all of us to support you."
His words brought a blush to the tactician's cheeks. Despite having been praised by so many heroes this far into the world, she still became a flustered mess -- especially when it came from her beloved prince. She looked away, eyeing the empty tea cup she finished. "I... thank you, Alfonse. I know I can depend on you guys, but... I just... I wish you could be there when I'm in labor..." Her words were forlorn, and Alfonse watched as her shoulders slumped and her gaze was set downcast.
"Oh, Norrie..." His whisper was barely audible, but the tactician heard it. "I will be waiting at the door for you. Besides, the room will be filled with healers! It won’t be so lonely." The reply failed to console Norrie, in fact, he spotted the tears brimming her eyes. Alfonse instantly regretted saying anything as he heard the familiar sniffling.
"But it’s not you! They won’t hold my hand, or... or give me kisses to calm me down! I'm still going to be all alone!!" His wife sobbed. Tears streamed down her face as she made little effort to stop any of it. Although a simple comment would never make Norrie breakdown in such a manner, her pregnancy had made her more emotional. With that, came more anxiety, and, ultimately, more crying.
Alfonse never minded, of course. He was always there to console her no matter what.
"No, no, no!" He hurried over to remedy his mistake. "You will not be alone!" He spoke gently. "Isn't Freya a midwife? She did mention it to us a few days ago. We can ask her!"
Norrie hiccuped, her lips jutting out in a pout as they trembled. "R-Really?"
Alfonse smiled, wiping away her tears with a handkerchief. "Really. How about we ask her together when she and Sharena return from their mission?" This time, his response was met with an eager nod rather than tears.
"Good." He finished wiping away her tears.
"Thank you, dear." Norrie let out a sigh of relief, her free hand landed on her growing belly as it rumbled. "Er, in the meantime, can we have lunch? I'm hungry..."
"Certainly! What would you like to eat?"
"Cake! With sausage and tuna inside!"
"Er... I'll see what I can do..."
#Norrie#Alfonse#Me? putting stuff in the main tags? I would never#Never#norfonse#make that a tag now#pasteladins writes
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Wake Up Call
Pairings: Alfonse x Reader
Rating: General Audience
Summary: You were never a morning person, Alfonse notes as he eyes your sleeping figure.
Notes: I originally planned to have two fics queued up for the weekend that I'll be gone, but the second one needs to be tweaked much more than I thought. Have this short fic in the meantime. Also, I hope that the “read more” works this time for mobile. Thank you. 🖤
Also on Ao3 for your convenience and kudos! ❣
The prince prided himself in being one of the few people you trusted enough to share your secrets with. Besides whatever you had told him, the blue haired royal was able to pick up on your quirks and habits. He knew when you were tired, or when something upset you -- even when the other heroes did not. Although a few of these ideas were merely assumptions, there was one thing that he knew for sure.
“Kiran.”
You were not a morning person.
“Kiran, it’s time to wake up.”
“Nooo...”
The Askran prince was well prepared for the day, clad in his usual Order of Heroes attire sans the golden armor. His main task for the morning, or every morning, was trying to get you out of bed. Making you change was another challenge altogether, so he had to focus on the main objective.
“Kiran,” He began, voice soothing yet pleading. “We have a meeting in an hour and it would be wise to prepare for it.” The Askran prince tugged on the blankets, but you acted quickly, yanking them away and covering yourself in a protective shield.
You grumbled, curling up against your comforting cocoon. “No. I like it here.” You mumble against the sheets, allowing your eyes to close as you once again welcome the warm embrace that is sleep.
However, the prince was moving on to phase two of his plan -- and he did the unthinkable.
“I respect your decision. As long as you respect my decision to do... this!” Immediately, Alfonse yanked the curtains, revealing the infernal sun that glared through the window. Despite having your eyes closed shut, you could feel its burning light searing past your eyelids, not to mention the abrupt change from soft darkness to piercing light was too much for your sight to handle.
“AH GODS!” You groan, turning away and covering your entire body with the bed sheets. “Alfonse, I thought you loved me! That was cruel, and I am less inclined to get up!”
The Askran royal placed a hand on his hip, but he failed to stifle a chuckle. “Come now, Kiran, there is no use fighting. You said so yourself that I am quite stubborn when I want to be.”
“Well so am I. Two can play at this game.” Determined to not be bested by the blue haired prince, you cover your entire body with the sheets, curling up and creating an almost impenetrable barrier. Almost.
Alfonse shook his head, assessing the upcoming battle before diving onto the bed and plopping right beside you.
Curious as to what your beloved was plotting, you turn around to face him and cautiously peek out from the safety of your blanket cocoon. He seemed innocent, eyes conveying nothing but genuine love as he patted the top of your head.
“How about a proposal?” He offered
“You want me to marry you?”
“What?! N-No!!” He sputtered, cheeks flaring up at the mere thought of seeing you in a wedding gown. “I-I mean, not that I haven’t thought about but…” He catches that coy little smirk of yours and he glares back at your snickering. “D-Don’t try to distract me!” And he pulls the sheets, and you, closer to him. That sly smirk on your face has now melted into a soft smile as he holds you close.
“I meant that I have an offer.”
“Go on…” Your voice is light and sweet, and Alfonse can feel his heart pick up in pace. It was amazing how just your pleasant and melodious voice was enough to make the prince a blushing mess.
As he spoke, you failed to notice Alfonse was undoing your carefully woven blanket cocoon. “If you can get up right now...” His voice was low as he whispered close to your ear. “Then I can promise you something special for tonight…”
Upon hearing this, you lean closer to the prince, chest pressed up against his. “Oh? A surprise? Can’t I just… get the surprise now?” You echoed, threading your fingers through his hair, undoing his crown and his meticulous combing. However, he does not seem to mind as he slides his hand down to your waist and to your lower back. Your lips are close, and you can feel his breath mingle with yours as you continue with a sultry whisper.
“I’m sure no one will mind…” And just like that, you effectively press your lips against his, your hands running through his hair and down his collared shirt, slowly undoing the first few buttons. You hum as you pull away, looking up at the prince with a mischievous glint in your eyes. “What do you say, my prince?”
You were confident in your abilities, hoping your scheming would be enough to persuade him to stay. It was possible -- as the prince looked lulled by your advances, leaning forward as you pull away from the kiss. He blinks for a moment, dazed.
“I say…”
Suddenly, Alfonse is aware of the trap. With pursed lips and cherry cheeks, he shakes his head.
“N-No.” He stammers, taking your hands before they could undo another button from his shirt. They’re soft and warm, and the prince cannot help himself as he plants a gentle kiss on your fingers. “Apologies, my love, but we must prepare for the day.”
Upon hearing your disgruntled groan, he pushes himself up and pulls the sheets away before you have a chance to retreat into them again. Before you can make a grumpy remark, he simply adds.
“And I shall reward you for your patience.” The prince speaks as he combs his hair yet again, a sincere smile on his lips. “That is a promise.”
You quirk a brow, a pout still evident on your expression. “A Promise?” You repeat, languidly pushing yourself upright as you tilted your head. “I suppose a promise from a crown prince is genuine…” You offer the prince a lazy smile as you force yourself to stand up and prepare for the day. “But only if you help me get ready!”
“Of course, my dear.” Alfonse chuckles -- he expected as much. Helping you prepare was a much better outcome, as it would reduce the amount of bellyaching you did. He understood your dislike for early morning meetings. After all, the occupation of chief tactician required you to stay up late planning and wake up early to explain your ideas. It was only natural to want to take in as much sleep as you could. It seemed like the only time you could rest without being bombarded by work and other heroes. Plus, he enjoyed gazing at your sleeping face – so peaceful and vulnerable. The mere thought of it brought a warm smile to his face as Alfonse retrieved your cloak from the closet.
The prince makes a mental note to pull you away from your busy work schedule during the day for a well-deserved nap. And he also remembered to lavish you during the night as a gift for being such a wonderful tactician and partner.
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Resurrect
Pairings: Alfonse X Fem!Reader
Summary: Alfonse has always wondered whether Breidablik contains other uses...
Notes: This was an impromptu fic inspired by a headcanon that @grimastiddies has. Thanks for the inspiration!
Contains major character death
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He should have been watching you. He should have been there dammit. The minute he decides to turn his back, you are ambushed by an axe user. All the prince could do was scream out for you, begging you to react faster than he spoke.
To you, it felt like a slow, yet unavoidable attack. You turn around only to witness an axe wielder raise their weapon up high as he shot out of the bushes. Your feet would not move. They were stuck in place, and you were petrified. Your eyes were wide with terror as your vision focused on the lethal halberd in the soldier’s hands.
Blood sputtered from your own body as the axe cut into your skin. The gash burned as you fell onto the hard ground. Before your body came in contact with the rough floor, a pair of arms grabbed ahold of your body. You heard someone call out orders, followed by the sound of something cackling -- perhaps magic… Your mind was hazy at this point as you feel yourself losing consciousness.
Despite your muddled sense, your blurred vision still spots the sickening crimson dripping from your body. The runny liquid stains your coat, and the serene grass beneath is now stained with your own blood. The sight would normally make your stomach churn, but your entire body feels numb, and you feel as though you are drifting away… somewhere far away....
“...ran! Ki… Look… me…!” That voice sounds familiar, you think to yourself as you raise your weary head up. You see someone -- someone familiar. Blue hair now matted with a golden crown now askew. You make the mistake of looking at his eyes. Tears…
“...Alfie…?” You muster up enough strength to mumble the cute nickname you called him in private. Just then, a bright light emits from above you, and you spot the top of a staff as it attempts to heal you.
But you are far too gone. Too much blood has been loss. The wound is too deep. You were not going to make it, and you knew it.
“Al…” You croaked, trembling fingers reaching out for his own. The prince wastes no time in taking hold of your hand, and he leans closer to listen. His eyes glisten with tears as he squeezes your hand, although you no longer feel it.
“I… I’m sorry… I promised… I w-wouldn’t leave you b-but…” You eyes begin to fade in color, and your skin becomes a ghostly pale. There isn’t much time left.
“Kiran! Don’t you dare say that. Don’t you dare…” The Askran royal looks at you, pleading for your survival as Lissa desperately endeavors to fix your wounds, but nothing works. Your breathing is inaudible, and black spots dance around your vision. No… just a little longer… please.
“...I-I’m sorry… please… keep going, Alfonse. I… lo-love… y-you…”
Suddenly, your grip loosens, and its as if Alfonse can feel your life fading away into nothingness. Lissa sits next to him, bawling, babbling as she begs the gods for some kind of miracle. Beside her are Nino and Robin.
Nothing except the sobbing of the two ladies are heard as they mourn over the loss of their beloved tactician, but Alfonse cannot hear them; he stares at your lifeless body, and his grip on your hands tighten as anguish overwhelms him.
“Ah...A-Ah… Kiran… Kiran…” The prince mumbles your name, and each time you do not answer, he feels his heart breaking even more. An immeasurable amount of sorrow flows through his body. However, along with the sorrow, anger begins to bleed through, and he raises his tear stained face to the sky.
“Gods!!” He calls, startling both Nino and Lissa. “Why?! Why her?! She… She’s done nothing wrong!!” Your body remains still as he loses his composure, his mind stricken with grief. “She did not deserve this… All she wanted… was peace…”
Memories pass through his mind as he grieves. The blue haired royal recalls the numerous moments you would run up to him, a radiant smile on your face as you put all your weight onto him, trusting that he would catch you as you fall in front of him. He remembers how your laugh sounded like bells, and how he would do anything to hear your sweet giggling.
But that was gone forever.
Or so he thought.
Suddenly, a light begins to emit from the inside of your coat. Everyone stares at the source with bewilderment, but Alfonse is the first to flip your coat open. In one of the inner pocket lies Breidablik, gleaming with an eerie and unfamiliar light.
The purple aura begins to glow brighter, and the group has to avert their eyes to avoid being blinded. After the initial explosion light, the illuminated weapon grows darker in color, and its light begins to spread. At this point, the aura resembles more of miasma than actual light. The magical light buries itself into the ground, and purple veins appear above the earth.
Slowly, the grass beneath them begins to fade to a sickening gray, and they crumple and wither. As the plants lose their life, a bright purple orb emits from each one, and they float over towards you -- specifically your wound. The gash begins to glow as a plethora of orbs flow effortlessly towards you.
Confused and at a loss for words, the group silently observes. It is Robin who points out the effects of this dark magic.
“Look! The trees! They’re… falling apart.” Just as the tactician had said, the trees fade into an almost black, and their branches snap off from the lack of support. As the tree had been confirmed dead, its remains begin dissolve into a stump.
The aura begins to spread around in a designated radius around you. Just as the dying grass did, the trees release a glowing purple orb as well. The spherical item makes its way to your wound like the others.
In one quick motion, another bright light flashes, releasing the plants from their eerie grip. The group turns their heads to scan the area around them. Everything around them is lifeless -- their crumbling remains covered in pitch black darkness. The grass beneath them is nothing but dust, and its remnants are uprooted in the wind. Stumps from the dead trees serve as the only evidence that there once stood life in this area. The faint smell of burnt wood permeates the air, mingling with the smell of blood from the battlefield.
Wait. "Kiran."
Alfonse lowers his head to inspect your body, but what he finds makes his eyes grow wide. Color has returned to your face, and your breathing resumes as if nothing had ever happened. The prince’s eyes fall onto the wound you sustained, but he finds that it has disappeared -- only the cloth from your cloak and undershirt were ruined, but your bare skin was in tact. Tentatively, the Askran royal allows his trembling fingers to travel down the area of the wound, inspecting the skin that now magically healed.
Suddenly, your face scrunches up in displeasure, slapping away the hand that tickled her shoulder. Lazily, you begin to open your eyes, and your blurry vision catches the sight of four heroes, all staring at you incredulously.
Confused and startled, you bury yourself against the prince’s armor.
“Wh...What happened? Why are you all looking at me like that?”
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Request: Norrie with a smol baby zach who’s chasing butterflies outside in the gardens?
Yay!! Baby Zacharias fics! That makes me so happy!
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Silence loomed over the library, save for the fervent scribbling of the Askran Queen. Calloused hands rubbed against the sturdy quill as she signed one last piece of parchment. She placed the item on top of the rather large pile of finished paperwork.
And with that, Norrie leaned back on the chair and sighed heavily. “Well, this is always better than war.” She muttered to herself, glancing back at her work.
“Uwaaahh!”
Her thoughts were interrupted when a tiny voice sprung up from below. The queen lowered her gaze and spotted the source -- her tiny toddler son waving his hands frantically.
The sigh of her son always brought the queen great joy, especially when it was after a hard day’s work. Not wanting to waste a moment, Norrie picked up her son and placed him on her lap. “What’s the matter, sweetie?” She asked, her honeyed voice seemed to soothe the young boy.
“Play!” Zacharias gripped his mother’s dress, eyes wide and pleading as he looked up at her.
“Hmm~” She hummed, her free hand running along Zacharias’ soft little tresses. Her smile grew as she watched her son tug at her dress. “My, my, you’re awfully excited. You really want to go outside, don’t you?”
It was part of their everyday life. Norrie would take Zacharias to the outskirts of the castle, awaiting for his father to return from his own royal duties. The crown prince enjoyed running around the field littered with flowers, and it would tire him out for his upcoming nap. Norrie considered it a win-win scenario.
She hoisted her son up and giggled as he shouted in excitement.
“Aaah!! Up! Up!!” He clung to her shoulders, nuzzling his head comfortably against her neck.
After taking care of Zacharias for almost two years, Norrie had grown accustomed to carrying her child with one arm. He was a well-natured boy, and rarely ever seemed to fidget, unless he wanted to be put down.
Of course, this was apparent as Norrie arrived to the field. She struggled to keep hold of the child who was already squirming and babbling about flowers. As soon as his small feet touched the velvet ground, Zacharias began to run around and squeal.
“Flo!”
Norrie took her spot on the plush grass, watching her son as he waddled around. She marvelled at the flower he had recently yanked with his tiny hands.
“A-Ah! It’s pretty, love, but let’s not yank out the flowers.... They’re happy where they are.” The queen giggled, taking her son’s crumpled up flowers and setting them down on her lap.
Before Zacharias could pull another flower from the earth, his eyes landed on the colorful object fluttering around. His stubby legs fumbled as he followed the tiny object, its paper-like wings flapping about.
“Bo!”
“Butterfly!” Norrie exclaimed, pointing towards the insect, it’s yellow wings blending in with the flowers. However, Zacharias was quite observant, and he never lost sight of the insect. He ran towards it, his chubby hands reaching out to grab the butterfly.
Unfortunately, as Zacharias lunged forward, he lost his footing, and landed face first onto the grass. He was unscatched, thankfully, but the shock of falling onto the ground frightened the poor toddler, and he began to sniffle.
As soon as her son hit the ground, Norrie was already up and heading towards him, picking him up and checking for any injuries. The only scuffs that Zacharias had were mere patches of dirt or grass rubbed onto his clothing, nothing serious, but still very startling for her son.
His sniffles increased to loud crying, and Norrie wasted no time in shushing her son, bringing him close and rocking him against her.
“Aw… There, there…” She cooed, hand rubbing his back as she rocked him. Her voice was soft and gentle despite the screaming child with her. “Shh… shh… it’ll be okay... “
Her repetitive motions and soothing voices was enough to quell the tiny toddler, and his sobbing turned to tiny sniffles and whimpers.
The queen pulled out her handkerchief, cleaning up her son’s face as she cooed and doted over him. His pudgy hands were clenched into fists as he rubbed as his tears, but they were gently brushed aside as Norrie wiped away his tears clean.
“There!” Her smile was wide and shining. “All better! Your clothes need cleaning up, but other than that you’re okay!” She ruffled his hair affectionately. “No more chasing butterflies, though, alright?” The queen looked down at her son, hands placed on her hips and eyebrows raised. She never expected a response from her son, but it was nice knowing that he would still pay attention -- even if he had no idea what she was saying.
The toddler babbled a few incoherent phrases before finally gaining the courage to push himself up. He seemed to have completely recovered from the ordeal, and was ready to go out again. His sights were still set on the butterfly fluttering about. He pouted as he watched the insect landed on the flower, completely relaxed and pleased.
“Mmm… bwa…!” He reached his hand out for the butterfly, squirming against his mother’s hold.
“You still want revenge on that guy don’t you?” Norrie slowly pushed herself up, holding Zacharias flush to her chest. Her feet carried her closer to the butterfly, and she reached down so her son was just an arms reach of the insect.
Intrigued and excited, the tiny toddler extended his hands once again in order to grab the butterfly, but he was too slow. The small insect flapped its wings and landed ever so gently onto Zacharias’ nose.
“Oh… Oooohh my gosh…!” The queen whispered, trying her best to keep her voice at a low decibel as to avoid scaring the creature away. “Oh, that is so precious…”
It was a magical moment, at least until Zacharias sneezed and scared the tiny butterfly away. However, the prince didn’t seem to mind at all, instead, he was elated over how far he had sent the poor thing.
“Wow. You pack a punch…” Norrie muttered, eyeing her giggling son with awe. His squeaks and laughter seemed contagious, and the queen soon found herself laughing along.
She leaned her head down and place a soft kiss onto Zacharias’s forehead.
“Well, that’ll be a story to tell your father. Isn’t it, Zachy?”
“Bwah!”
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“You’re cute when you’re worried” with alfonse pls?
Of course! This one is rather short compared to my other works, but I think it’s much better this way
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“You’re going to what now?!” Alfonse suddenly spoke out after hearing your upcoming plans for the day.
Your eyes widen, and you frown, taken aback by the prince’s outburst. “Is there something wrong with that?”
The blue haired royal looks at you, unable to believe how casually you spoke to him over such a risky plan. He attempted to compose himself as a prince ought to, but his anxiety overrode his manners, and he gripped your shoulders. “Of course there is! You cannot go!”
Just moments before, the atmosphere was much more lighthearted. You greeted the prince by rising on the tip of your toes to give him a quick kiss. Afterwards, you were hopping in place, practically giddy with excitement. That was when you explained to Alfonse that you would be taking a ride with Shanna on her pegasus, to which he was strongly against.
“Oh? Shanna seemed pretty excited about it, and I already promised her I would meet her in the barracks in half an hour.” You placed your hands on your hips in slight displeasure. Although your excitement was dulled out by Alfonse’s dismissal of the idea, you did not feel the need to raise your voice. You knew the prince would object to the idea, but, in the back of your mind, you also knew you would be able to persuade him. Besides, these were your plans – not his.
Alfonse did not waste time in responding, already prepared to retort. “It is incredibly dangerous! Shanna may be a talented pegasus rider, but you cannot ignore the risks you are taking!”
“Such as…?” You inquired, raising a brow and tilting your head towards the distressed young man. This prompted him to place his own hands on his hips, as if establishing dominance. He towered over you with a drastic height difference, but you did not let it dissuade you as you give him a playful smile despite the current circumstance.
“There’s always the possibility of falling! Her saddle is only made for one person! What will we do if our tactician falls and hits their head? Or worse?” You could hear the panic in his voice and you almost relented. However, you were unwilling to compromise just yet.
“Oh, Alfonse, you may be blowing this a little out of proportion.” You had to control your growing smile as you observed his adorable little pout. “I won’t be flying too high off the ground! Besides, it’s not like I asked Valter to give me a ride on his wyvern.”
“Don’t ever joke about such things, Kiran.”
“Alright~” You replied cordially, twirling around the prince and embracing him from the back. You can feel his body relax as you gently run your hands through his hair, removing his golden crown and placing it on your own head. “I promise we’ll be careful, okay?”
Alfonse wants to give it more thought, but your soft touches make him melt, and he cannot find it in himself to argue. In his relaxed state, he almost fails to notice his crown being plucked from his hair. He tilts his head to face you only to see his golden circlet haphazardly placed on your head. He laughs at the sight, and you feel your heart doing flips upon hearing this.
“Alright I concede.” He rotates himself to face you and adjusts the golden crown on your head. His hands are gentle as he fixes your hair without pulling out any strands. “I hope you intend to keep your promise.”
“I would never break a promise!” You reply immediately. It is then that you begin to giggle, covering your smile with a gloved hand.
“Hm?” Alfonse raises a brow. “And may I ask what is so funny?”
Not missing a beat, you look up to him, placing both hands on his chest. “It’s you! You’re so cute when you’re worried!” You coo.
The prince cannot control the blush rising on his cheeks, and he averts his eyes. “C-Cute? I wouldn’t say that…”
“Aw! You’re even cuter when you looked flustered!” You teased, rising to the tips of your toes as you kiss him on the nose.
He finally relents, lowering his head again to give you an easier reach. “Well then, if you are looking for cute things, I might suggest looking in a mirror.”
You can’t help but burst out laughing at his tacky line. However, tacky or not, you still feel the warmness of your cheeks forming a blush. “Ahaha! And where did you get that from? Have you been taking lessons from Laslow?”
“Of course not! I thought of that one myself!” He admits proudly, pulling you in for a tight hug. The apprehensive prince finds himself at ease with you in his arms, but he makes a mental note to allow you to enjoy whatever activities you would like, even if they are a little dangerous.
#kiralfonse#fe alfonse#fe kiran#reader-insert#fire emblem heroes#Alfonse likes to keep you far away from Valter as possible#plantsarefriendsnotfood03#Pasteladins Writes
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For the prompt ask, how about “I’ve never felt like this about anyone, and honestly it scares me.” With Kiralfonse? :3
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Alfonse found himself to be a hypocrite. He recounts hisconstant reminders to never get attached to anyone, especially heroes. Yet herehe was, smitten with you -- the great hero no less. Truly, this had to be somecruel irony he had to suffer.
The prince could not remember how he had fallen for you, or whetherit was gradual or instant. What he does recall are the moments that truly makehim realize just how fond he is of you.
There are the moments when you announce the upcoming battleplans. You are confident and reassuring, raising moral and improving the statusof the Order. He sees you conversing with heroes, laughing with them, or simplyempathizing with their tragic past or future. As a leader, you are the pinnacleof hope, and you carry that burden with pride.
Yet, despite your upbeat and mature demeanor in public, youare a gentle soul. Alfonse remembers hearing quiet sobs escaping your room onenight during his strolls. He has heard your crying so many times, and so manytimes, he has been too afraid to comfort you. The first time he hears it, theprince hesitates. He was so used to seeing your professional behavior, thatthis new side of you worries him.
That is when he decides to spend more time with you. Hespots you in the castle halls alone one night and approaches you. He offers totake you to the library, to distract you from you worries. You agreewholeheartedly, and you smile.
This smile is different, Alfonse notes. It is warm andpleasant, and it makes his chest feel odd. The blue haired royal brushes thisfeeling away quickly, denying it any opportunity to linger. The nights he hearsyou crying and farther in between.
The more time that passes, the more time you two spendtogether. At one point, you two became inseparable.
Alfonse would knock on your door in the early moments ofmorning to make sure you were awake. He would accompany you as many times as hecould throughout the day, eventually becoming the one to protect you duringbattles. At the end of the day, the prince would escort you to your privatequarters and wish you goodnight.
However, the prince began to feel differently about you onenight. It happened in a dream. The two of you were sitting in a vast meadow,surrounded by flowers with a variety of colors. He sat behind you, threadinghis hands through your silky hair. As he continued to play with your hair, youhummed a blithe tune. Eventually, the song died down, and you turned towardsthe prince.
You had an innocent smile on your face as bright, shiningeyes gaze into his deep azure. Slowly, you cupped his face with your hands and riseto your knees to even the height distance and whisper in a tender voice.
“I love you, Alfonse!”
He awoke from the dream slowly, still half-asleep and revelingthe sound of your dulcet voice. It was only when the Askran royal fully awokethat he realized just what he had dreamt.
After that moment, Alfonse found himself in a difficultposition. He wanted to be with you -- to hold you close in bed and kiss yougoodnight. He wanted to wake up to see your slumbering face as he stirs youawake with a good morning kiss. Gods, since when did he start falling in lovewith you?
Alfonse vehemently denied his unyielding feelings for you.How dangerous of a position to be in, he mentally scolded himself. Somethinghad to be done, or else he would risk letting himself be hurt again -- onlythis pain would be much worse. Unfortunately, this lead the Askran prince tomake a difficult decision
He chose to avoid you. If he spent less time with you, thensurely his feelings would dissipate.
That is what he did, or rather, endeavored. The planbackfired, in fact, it only made his feelings grow. The moments spent withoutyou were painful. He became fidgety and impatient, often fighting the urge togo find you. The prince did not feel comfortable without you, and that onlymade his actions feel much worse.
One night, the Askran prince spotted your figure entering themess hall. He panicked, hastily handing his entire meal to Stahl andunceremoniously running away. He could not stop and made the awful mistake oflooking at you.
Bright eyes, the same as his dream, stared into his, butbefore you could say anything, the prince ran off. Afraid of the warm feelinggrowing in his chest, the Askran prince hid from you for weeks.
Although Alfonse had done this to avoid getting hurt, hefailed to see the damage this was doing to you. You questioned whether you trulymeant anything to the prince, and words of self-doubt and self-depreciationfestered in your mind.
As you thought about this, you found something to be odd. Afew weeks ago, he had confessed to you, calling you his trusted partner in theend. The ambiguity of the statement left you confused and flustered, but onedistinct statement he made still rung in your head.
“But you're alwaysthere when I need you, to the extent that when you're not near, I feel...notquite myself.”
Why, after all that he told you, would he suddenly beavoiding you if he felt uncomfortable without your presence? Nothing made senseto you, and you decided to take matters into your own hands.
With all the current thoughts swirling in your head, youknew sleep would be impossible at this point. So, you decided to sit in thegardens to find some comfort in its lovely display of flowers. However, as youentered through the white gates, you spotted a familiar figure sitting alone onthe stone bench. Without thinking, you ran over and called his name.
“Alfonse! There you are. I haven’t seen you around, so I wasgetting worried!” You watched him as he flinched, fumbling over his words as heconcocted an excuse.
“Er… Yes. I havebeen… busy.” He said lamely, directing his eye contact anywhere but yourdirection.
“Busy?” Your repeated, tilting your head and sitting on thebench next to him. You cannot hide your frown as he scooches away from you.“Well, is there anything I can do to help?”
He quickly shakes his head. “No! Er, that is to say, I amquite alright, thank you.”
“You are not ‘quite alright,’ Alfonse.” You finally reply,lowering your head to meet with his downcast gaze. “You’ve been avoiding me forsome time now. And it… it hurts.”
He finally meets your eyes. They glimmer, as if tears couldspill any moment, and Alfonse feels the guilt of his actions setting in.
“I care about you, Alfonse, and if I have done something toupset you this much, then just tell me…” Your voice is quiet and defeated, andnow you find it difficult to look at the prince. “I’ll fix whatever it is. Ijust don’t want to lose my best friend.”
The Askran royal bites his lip. Best friend? Is that allthis relationship could be? No. He wanted more than that. Confessing now wouldbe too risky. If you did not feel the same, then it would most surely make yourfriendship feel awkward. Worse, it may ruin it altogether. This was anirreversible decision.
“...Alfonse?” His thoughts are interrupted by the sound ofyour dulcet voice. He recalls the dream he had, and at that moment, he can nolonger keep this a secret.
“Kiran, you didn’t do anything wrong. This is all my fault.”He began. His hands reached out towards yours, and he held them. The suddendisplay of affection left you speechless, and a hint of pink dusted yourcheeks.
“As I have stated before, I have grown to cherish our bond.Being around you has made me feel whole again. You always watch over me duringbattles, and you are always there when I need you.” Deep breath. “However, lately, my feelings have grown to somethingmore… intimate.”
You could not believe what you were hearing; your mind wasin a frenzy, and you were unable to concentrate.
“I… I have fallen in love with you, Kiran.”
One simple sentence -- that’s all that it takes to changeeverything.
“I-I know it sounds ridiculous, but these feelings towardsyou… keeping them inside me was suffocating. You mean the world to me, and Iwish no ill to ever befall you. As a prince, you see how this puts me in adifficult position. There is so much to lose, and I can do very little to stopit. I’ve never felt like this aboutanyone, and honestly it scares me.”
The prince’s rambling finally ceased, and he gave you thechance to respond. Although the abrupt confession took you by surprise, youcould not deny that you did reciprocate his feelings. Slowly, you push yourselfcloser to the blue haired royal, your knees touching and yet neither of youflinched away.
“Alfonse,” You whisper his name, so quiet, that it barelycatches his ear. “I care about you so much, and I’ve treasured our momentstogether as well. Gods, I wish I could speak as eloquent as you.” You mutter,shyly looking away. “But that feeling… the feeling that scares you. I know it isdifficult… because I… I…”
There is silence as you stare down at the stone bench, butthe tension soon disappears when you raise your head up and blurt out. “I love you, Alfonse!”
There it was. Another simple sentence that changedeverything.
“I know it’s scary at first, but I want you to know thatit’s okay to be scared! Love can be dangerous, but it is also wonderful andamazing! At least, that is what it feels like when I’m around you.” You weregripping on the prince’s hands, but seeing as he never once winced, you assumedhe was alright. “I don’t want to let go of this feeling -- no matter howscary.”
During your rambling, you did not notice how close you hadgotten to the prince. You wanted to run away and apologize profusely, but youfelt one of his hands release yours. He placed his free hand on your cheek,gently guiding you even closer. Parted lips were so close, and you could feelhis breath mingle with yours.
Finally, in one quick motion, you pushed yourself forward,closing your eyes and eliminating the distance. His lips pressed onto yours ashe now held your face with both his hands. All you could do was wrap your armsaround his neck, letting him kiss you for what felt like an eternity.
The need to breath became too much, and you pull away. Yourforeheads touched as you caught your breath. Slowly, you opened your eyes toget a good look of the prince. His face was flushed as recollected himself, andhe went to grab your hands again, an action that he found reassuring.
“Kiran…?” The Askran prince whispered, rubbing his thumbsagainst your hands.
“Yes, Alfonse?”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Just a simple sentence -- that’s all that was needed.
#kiralfonse#fe alfonse#fe kiran#reader-insert#kiran is gender neutral I believe#fire emblem heroes#ask games#Pasteladins Writes#gamergirl8989
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Tarantism with Kiralfonse?
The sky never seemed plain in the world of Zenith. As you sat on the soft grass, you tilted your neck towards the heavens, eyeing the abundance of shining stars overwhelming your visual. They blanketed the clear night sky, their twinkling mocking you as your eyes followed their trail.
A soft evening breeze tickled your skin, making you shiver under your signature cloak. Normally, this breeze would not bother you in the slightest, but tonight you felt weak. An emptiness devoured your heart, making you feel frigid.
It started off with a small and negligible pain in your chest during the morning. You shrugged it off and claimed that you were merely sleep deprived, after all, the job of chief tactician comes with a few sacrifices. So, you went on with your day, fully expecting the pain to wash away. However, as the day went by, that pain began to grow, practically suffocating you -- even as you surround yourself with fellow allies. To your dismay, a bath in the soft and tranquil waters also failed to quell that despicable feeling growing inside you.
You eventually succumbed to this unwarranted melancholy, skipping dinner and retiring to your private quarters rather early. You did not care what the heroes thought of this as you ignored their greetings and inquiries on your way to your room. Instead, you huffed and shut your door, burying your face on a plush pillow to drown out any sorrows.
As the night passed by, your restless tossing and turning only made you feel more awake, and you stopped trying to sleep. By the time you had dropped the idea, it was already midnight. The moon rose high in the sky, bringing its little dazzling stars to dance. As a desperate last hope, you opted to go out for an evening walk, unable to vanquish the loneliness that consumed you.
Here you sat, gazing at the stars with some sense of longing, but not quite understanding where this drowning sensation came from. Your body began to tremble as you felt yourself losing to the emptiness consuming your, making your chest ache in agony. Finally giving in to defeat, you pulled your legs close and buried your face behind your knees.
“Kiran?” A gentle voice calls, and turn around. You crane your head upwards, spotting Alfonse walking towards you. He was not wearing his usual outfit, as he adorned the regular blue buttoned shirt he wore under his armor with a pair of white pants.
You gave him a forced smile when he approached and sat down next to you. “Ah. Hello, Alfonse! What are you doing here?”
He does not return the smile and instead frowns as he looks right through your facade. However, his tone is not hostile or accusatory as he speaks; it is calm and fretting. “I came to check up on you. Is everything alright? Some of the heroes told me you looked rather upset today.”
You hugged your legs close, scrambling for an answer. Any excuse would do, but as you continue to convolute a plan, you realize that nothing can get past the crown prince. He knows you too well at this point, so you wonder if it is even worth trying to make something up. Your train of thought is interrupted as you feel the prince gingerly squeeze your shoulder. His eyes shine against the night sky, making his visage even more charming.
“Kiran,” His voice conveyed nothing but compassion as he spoke. “I know you carry a heavy burden. I understand if you do not wish to talk about it, but please, if you need to, you know that I am always here to listen.”
You visibly swallow to fight the sob that is trapped in your throat, and you fear that it may jump out if you speak. His tender reassurance only makes you feel guiltier, for you are not even sure why this feeling arose. Instead, you give him a small nod, allowing a smile to pull on your lips, although subtle.
The prince sits at arm’s length, hesitant on whether to come closer, but he receives his answer nonverbally as you pat the ground beside you expectedly. He wastes no time in coming closer, your hips touching in an innocent intimacy you both adored. You lean your head on his shoulder and gaze upon the sky. Your chest still ached inside.
Even with Alfonse’s company, the feeling of sorrow still burns inside you, and your mind begins to panic as it wonders why not even your beloved prince can ease your pain. You attempt to organize your thoughts when a stray suggestion intrudes your mind that causes you to stop. You do not want to sit still and let this crushing feeling consume you. You want to stand; you want to move -- with Alfonse. You wish to move in tandem with the prince, following his steps as he leads you around aimlessly in the grassy meadow, with only the stars and moon as your audience.
“Alfonse.” Your voice calls out meekly for the prince, looking up at him with those shining eyes of yours.
“Yes?”
“Will you…” The words fall short as your lips quiver with the unknown fear and loneliness. “Will you dance with me? Please?”
Alfonse looks down with a frown at first, worried as to why you were so hesitant, but when you asked for a simple request, his smile reappears. “Of course.” He slowly pushes himself up and lends out a hand for you to grab. “Shall we?”
You take his hand, relishing in the familiar contact that you have yearned for. He guides you, placing your left arm on his shoulder and holding your right hand tenderly. You feel his hand slide down your hip, his gaze never leaving your eyes -- you can feel the love and adoration he has for you.
Without a word, he begins to take his first steps, not needing the assistance of music to guide him. You follow suite, your legs syncing in perfect rhythm to the prince’s. The two of you glide across the velvet ground, your footwork practically silent. There is no sound save for the soft rustling of the grass beneath you; the fireflies illuminate your surroundings, providing stage lights for your private performance.
You take it all in, and at that moment, you can feel the cold melancholy dissipate, leaving a colorful warmth that brings you back to life. Your steps are in sync with the prince, who seems to be blissfully sailing across your impromptu stage. You silently wished that this moment would last forever. You took it all in -- his loving gaze, his secure embrace protecting you from harm, the leisurely movement that ease your anxieties… it was breathtaking.
The moment had to end -- you knew, but what you were not expecting was for the prince to lead you into a delicate twirl and bring you back much closer than before. You felt your breath mix with his before the feeling of soft lips pressing against yours occurred. You reached out, threading one hand through his scalp while the other pressed itself onto the small of his back. The two of you were engrossed in the kiss, as it lasted quite a while. Finally, the both of you pulled away. All you could do was press your forehead onto to his as you let out a soft and pleased hum.
“Thank you.” You whispered, so quiet that only he could hear. His smile is as radiant as ever as his hands fall and grab hold of yours.
“Anything for you, my love.” His words make your heart skip a beat, and you feel the heat of a blush on your cheeks. Your reaction did not go unnoticed by the prince, and he fails to suppress the prideful chuckle. “Do my words truly affect you that much?” He teased.
You sneak a quick kiss. “Only because you mean so much to me! The emptiness is gone now. But...” You avert your gaze as you suddenly feel shy for asking yet another selfish request. “...would it be alright if I spent the night with you? I don’t want this moment to end so soon.”
Witnessing his confident tactician act so shy makes the prince melts over how adorable your demeanor is. “I would be glad to be with you tonight.” He whispers. Without missing a beat, he lifts you off your feet. A small squeak escapes your lips followed by giggling as you lean your head against his chest, feeling overjoyed by his devotion for you.
“I truly am lucky to have you in my life, Alfonse.”
“It is I who is thankful for having such a wonderful partner like you, Kiran.”
You allow yourself to relax as he carries you back to his room. The hollow feeling in your chest is no longer there, instead, you feel yourself filled with positive emotions and pure love for your precious prince.
#kiralfonse#reader-insert#fe Alfonse#fe Kiran#Pasteladins Writes#Writing Prompts#Here's something fluffy before I start with the angst <3#yourhardloverbouquet
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