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irisandlily · 11 months

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Fire Emblem Siblings Week 2023- Lucina & Morgan (4/7)

Prompt: Return

Rating: General Audiences

(also on ao3)

When they arrive at the ruins in Northeastern Ferox, in search of Naga’s Tear, they aren’t expecting it to be full of Risen.

“I suppose we're just gonna have to earn this treasure the old-fashioned way,”

Lucina sighs, recalling her father’s words. If only things were that simple.

Their group splits off into two different parts of the ruins. Her parents and a few of the Shepherds take to the west side of the ruins. Lucina, along with Owain, Gerome, Severa, Inigo, and Kjelle go along the east side.

Lucina and her group enter a large room, and on the other side, atop a flight of stairs, she sees a figure firing spells off at a Risen general. Their coat is all too similar to her mother’s, and when they shoot off a blast of wind, sending the Risen into the wall, their hood is blown off, revealing familiar short blue hair, brown eyes, and a triumphant smile.

Next to her, Severa gasps. “Is that-?!”

“Cover me!” Lucina shouts, and she fights her way through the group of Risen occupying the room, with her friends making sure she isn’t attacked from behind.

She ends up only a few feet away from the bottom of the stairs, Falchion severing a Risen’s head from its body when she looks up frantically at the boy.

Nine, covered in leaves and dirt, trudging mud into the study, a worm wiggling in his hands. “I found a worm Luci! I- hey, why are you hiding behind Father?”

Thirteen, face smudged with soot, smelling of smoke and firewood. “Hey Luci, hypothetically speaking, how mad would you be if I accidentally set all the training dummies on fire?”

Fifteen, eyes sullen, a faraway look in his eyes, on their mother’s birthday. “Lucina do you think… is it possible she might be-”

“...They’re gone, Morgan.”

“Morgan!?”

At the shout of the name, Morgan turns his head to look at her, his face twisting into confusion when they lock eyes.

He looks just like how she remembers him.

A mix of emotions fills her. Relief, that he’s alive, then anger. Anger that he disappeared without a goodbye, that he never once let her know, in the years he was gone, that he was still alive.

Then the realization that he’s fighting off a Risen general by himself hits her.

Idiot!

“You-” She starts, but she’s cut off when the Risen General roars behind Morgan. Three more Risen stand in Lucina’s way, and she glances behind herself. Her friends have picked off the rest of the Risen, and they continue to make quick work of the remaining three.

She hears Morgan yell out two spells in succession, and a flash of lightning followed by an explosion reverberates throughout the chamber. She looks up in time to see Morgan thrown back by the explosion, and Lucina dashes forward, dropping Falchion as she rushes up the stairs. She manages to catch Morgan halfway, and they’re sent flying, tumbling down the staircase.

Her body aches from the fall, and she manages to catch her breath. Gerome helps her stand up, handing Falchion to her, which she takes.

“Is everyone okay?” Lucina asks, and they all answer varying degrees of ‘yes’. She wipes the blood on Falchion with her cape and sheathes the sword. “Morgan?” she reaches a hand out, and he stares at her, brow furrowed, before deciding to accept her hand, helping him onto his feet.

“I’m okay. Err… thanks,” he says awkwardly.

“Morgan, how did you get here?” she asks, “You disappeared and I thought-” I thought you were dead. She bites back the words. “Where have you been?”

“I-” Morgan hesitates, “Sorry I don’t- Who are you?”

Lucina stares at him in disbelief. “Morgan if this is your way of joking-”

“I’m sorry, I really don’t know who any of you are.” Morgan shakes his head. “I woke up… sprawled in a field, and wandered here. I can’t recall anything before that. The only memories I have are of my mother.”

Lucina feels her blood run cold. She wishes this was a cruel joke. Morgan had disappeared nearly half a year before Lucina and their friends had traveled to the past, making it almost three years since she’s last seen him.

But she knows Morgan. Knows that he wouldn’t play such a cruel joke on her and that his words and expressions are honest, not displaying a hint of malice or trickery.

What other choice does she have but to believe him?

“So you know who Robin is?”

“Yes, I know her! She’s my mother!” he smiles, and Lucina’s heart aches.

“Morgan- this may be hard to believe, but I need you to stay calm and listen to me.” there isn’t a delicate way for her to tell him when he seems to have amnesia, so she decides to be blunt. “I’m your older sister, Lucina, and our mother is Robin. Like me and our friends here, you come from the future.”

“...What?! But I... The future?!” he stares at her in bewilderment, “Is... Is that why I have no memory? But wait, I remember Mother. So why don't I remember you?”

“I wish I knew the answer to that.” she says, “Do you remember our father, Chrom?”

“No, nothing like that.”

“Well… at least you remember Mother.” she sighs, “Maybe you’ll remember something when you meet her and Father. You should come with us till then. I don’t want you pulling another stunt like you just did with that Risen general.”

“Heh.” despite the strange circumstances, Morgan laughs easily. “Thank you, Lucina. Just lead the way.”

#fire emblem siblings week 2023 #fe lucina #fe morgan #fe awakening #fire emblem awakening #lily's writing #fire emblem fanfiction #WEE OOO WEE OOOOO ANOTHER STORY???? WOWIE #anyway i had fun writing this one #took some of the dialogue from when chrom recruits morgan

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lapinbunwrites · 5 years

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New Awakening

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: None

Characters: Lucina, Owain, Morgan, Gerome, Elise

Words: 2,145

Ao3 Link

Ever since she came back from her father's time, she had been nothing but busy. With her coronation and the rebuilding of her country, she never had an off day. Though, there wasn't much to rebuild, construction wise anyway. She woke up to the sound of a pounding on her door one morning. She was led outside and bam! The whole country had beautiful flowers, trees, grass fields, buildings, graves for everyone. There wasn't many people that lived in Ylisse to begin with, but only months afterwards, more people came.

Lucina placed her papers down and looked out the window. She saw Cynthia, Owain, and his wife Elise playing outside. She smiled. It brought her such joy to see her family and it brought her greater joy to see them happy. She sighed. It was about time for her to take a break. She knew that if she didn't Laurent and Brady would get on her about it. Lucina walked around the castle. She was fixated on one thing. Where Morgan was. She hadn't seen her since she left for their time.

"Exalt Lucina." Gerome said.

"You can drop the formalities Gerome." Lucina said.

"Not when I'm on duty as your retainer."

She sighed. "I have no need for you to be my retainer."

He placed his hand on her cheek. He traced part of her face with his thumb before moving his hand to the back of her head. He gently pulled her in for a hug. She gave him a hug back. It may have not helped relived her stress, but it was something. The two released each other. Lucina grabbed on her his arm and he placed his other hand on hers. The two walked to the castle garden. Lucina sat on the ledge of the fountain that was their. She looked her reflection in the water. Gerome walked up to a tree full of apples and started to pick some of them for Minerva.

"My dear," he said, "what is wrong?"

"Morgan."

"You're still concerned about her?"

"Would I not? She's our friend."

"I know. She's been gone for a year. I don't think..."

"You are still a pessimist."

"I'm trying to be realistic."

"You know that went out the window years ago. Right?"

Gerome scoffed. He should no better to question anything. If changing his fate wasn't the biggest thing, he didn't know what was. He walked up to her and handed her an apple. She washed it off with the water. She took a bite of it.

"You'll find her."

"Thank you, my love."

-----x-----

She rushed through the forest and through the rain. She was running as fast as she could. Tears started well on her face. Before her mother died, she would tell her stories of bad men trying, and sometimes succeeding, to capture her for a variety of reasons. She knew who she was. She was the Naga's new voice. All she wanted to do was have sometime to talk to her mother, even if she wouldn't talk for long.

Morgan ran and ran, constantly looked behind her to see if anyone was following her still. She tripped over some branches and rolled down a hill. She found a small tree with dozens of leaves to hide under. She wait for the voices and footsteps of the people to leave. She steadied her breathing to a low and soft tone. The last thing she needed was someone capturing her. Morgan could feel her eyes starting to close. She forced herself to keep them open. She needed to get out of here.

A few hours have passed and Morgan woke up. It had been a long while since she had a nice rest. She peered through the leaves and saw the sun shinning. She crawled out from her little hiding hole. She stretched a little before she started to walk. She walked through the mud until she got to a city close to Ylisse. She put her hood up before walking into the city. She didn't want anyone to see her.

Morgan walked around the city, looking at the very many shops. As much as she wanted to look at them, she didn't have much time. She walked around, trying to find a clothing vendor; she wanted new clothes to disguise herself. Whatever to do to keep poachers and kidnappers away from her. She walked into a giant building that had a massive amount of clothing and accessories. She wanted to look at everything, but she didn't have enough time. She was bound to get caught by the poachers that were out for her. She walked down a couple of aisles grabbing a pair of black boots, washed out black leggings, a dark purple dress, a long black hooded jacket, and a scarf.

She walked up to the cashier, in her new outfit, handing her a dragon scale. She knew that it wasn't a form of payment, but it was all she had. She was lucky enough to have the cashier accept it. Morgan walked out of the store, her face covered, and walked around the city. It's a good thing that Ylisse is running again.

-----x-----

Days and days passed, Lucina still had no traces on Morgan. The only lead she got was from a group of poachers that were in jail. She, herself, went to the forest to check it out. She went to the city that was closest to her. She talked to the townspeople asking them about her friend. Nothing. The only thing she got was from a storekeeper about a woman getting new clothes and paying with a dragon scale. Lucina knew it. There were hardly any Manaketes, let alone any half Manaketes.

She walked back into town asking the people about a person in different clothing. She got a few different stories about how she was buying stuff with a few dragon scales, or how she was helping some people here and there, or how she was able to stop a couple of people fighting. There was one peculiar story that was the tip of it all. It was when people kept telling Lucina that the woman could hear Naga. She knew it had to be Morgan. The people of the city told the Exalt where they last saw her.

Lucina arrived back at the castle with no luck. It late and she was frustrated, she walked to her room. Gerome was there reading a book. He closed it and looked at her. He gave her a soft, small smile. He got up and walked over to her. She sighed and placed her head on his chest. He listened to her words before they fell asleep. She woke up and looked to the other side of her bed. Empty. She knew that Gerome had a hard time sleeping. She got out of bed and walked over to their little table in their room. She picked up his cloak and sniffed it. It was a sweet smelling scent. It always calmed her.

-----x-----

"Hey!" Elise said. "Owain!"

"Yes dear?" Owain said.

"Is everything alright with Lucina?"

"My dear Queen of Sunshine, the Little Blue Butterfly is under lot of stress."

"Owain!"

"Okay, okay. Lucina is trying to find our friend Morgan."

"Awe! We should help her! What does she look like?"

"Well, she has short green hair, green eyes, pointy ears."

"Pointy ears like a dragon?!"

"Yes."

"So cool. I knew there were Dragons in this country, but I didn't know there was more than one."

"She's actually the daughter of Tiki. The Manakete Princess."

"Wait, wait. The Tiki. I have only heard stories about her."

"Yes. I didn't meet her but I have been told she was an amazing and kind woman."

"Well, since we have something to go off of, let's go find her!"

"Onward! The Justice Cabal is moving out!"

Elise and Owain walked around the town and cities. They talked all about the leads that they got before. Lucina had told Owain about the stories of what Morgan has done. She helped people around the country; she gave them some premonition or words form Naga. The two walked around, talking with the same people that Lucina did, and some new people around the different cities. They were given new leads, but none of them worked. They were away from the castle and the capital for a few days, trying to find Morgan.

Within their travels, they got one new lead from another traveler. They said that she helped with directions. All they knew is that Morgan was heading south. Owain got a light bulb in his head. He smiled. He thanked the traveler before taking Elise back home. It took a bit of time, but they finally arrived back at the castle. Elise went to her room and went to sleep. Owain on the other hand, walked towards Lucina's room. He knocked on the door and waited for her to open it.

-----x-----

Morgan looked at the town. It was Southtown. It was everything began. It was where Chrom, Lissa, Frederick, and her father, Robin defended this town. It was where their journey began. It was a calm little town. Nothing bad every really happened to this town. Except that one incident that happened over a two decades ago. She walked around the town, it was bustling with people. They were talking to each other, buying some stuff, having a great old time. It had been weeks since people have after her. She finally was able to rest properly and soundly.

She walked around, looking at the people. For the most part, the people there were ignoring her. She heard a few whispers of the people saying that they recognized her from rumors that had spread around the country. She now dubbed Naga's voice from the stories of what she had been doing. Little children came up to her and gave her hug. Morgan smiled and patted their heads before than ran off to their parents. She kept walking around, taking an apple from one of the shops.

After a few minutes, Morgan dropped her apple at the sound of an explosion. Someone decided it was a good idea to use their powerful fire magic in town. The fire started to spread through the town. The people were running out of the city, trying to find a safe place to hide. Morgan watched as some of the buildings were burning down. It was that day all over again. She rushed around the city, helping out anybody she could. She went into the deepest fire fog as she could to help save some children.

She did everything to put out the fire, but nothing was working. People were telling her to leave; she heard their pleas and left the town. She rushed into an empty field south of the town. She lied down on the ground from the exhaustion that she experienced from rescuing the town. Morgan closed her eyes and fell asleep.

-----x-----

A messenger rushed up to Exalt Lucina with an urgent news. He told her that Southtown was under attack. Lucina gathered Owain, Gerome, Cynthia and a couple of other people and headed towards the town. It was encased with fire, burnt buildings, destroyed buildings. It was hours before they got the fire out; it wan't long before they captured the culprit that started it. He came clean and explained everything. Cynthia took him back to the castle jail.

Lucina, Owain, and Gerome walked around the town, not seeing anyone here. They walked out of the town, seeing everyone out their. Lucina talked to them, telling them the fire was out, the person was caught, and she would deploy some troops to help out to rebuild the town again. The people from the town kept on asking her if the woman that helped them out was alright. She didn't know and didn't know where Morgan was. After the many words that they asked her to tell her, they went back to the their town.

The three of them kept walking south from the town. They kept walking until they found an empty field. There was only one person there, Morgan. She was sleeping on the ground. It had been a year since they have seen her. Gerome stayed a few paces behind Lucina and Owain. He watched as the two walked up to her.

"Lucina, we have to do something!" Owain said.

"What do you propose we do?" Lucina asked.

"I...I dunno..."

Morgan shifted to her back and open her eyes. She smiled to see the two.

"I see you are awake now."

"Hey there."

"There are better places to take a nap than on the ground you know. Give me your hand."

Lucina held out her hand and helped Morgan up.

"Welcome home Morgan."

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So I have had the this idea since I have played through Awakening. You take the opening with Chrom, Lissa, and Robin and apply it to Lucina, Owain, and Morgan. It's been six years and I have never seen somebody do it so here it is. The only reason why I'm writing it now is because I told my friend @trcelyneart about it and she said I should write it because it gave her so many feels. I hope there are feels in this.

#my writing #fire emblem #fire emblem awakening #fire emblem fanfiction #lucina #owain #morgan #elise

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fireemblemfamiliesff · 6 years

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A Messy Family Time

A Laurent x Lucina + family(their children) by Aprilflowers on AOW

The castle was the noisiest it had been in a long while. She could hear the noise from several halls down. The plain, white hallways filled with ancient treasure, portraits, and vases that Lucina never quite understood why they were so valuable always so clean and quiet. Yes, normally the castle was a sterile state of quiet and cleanliness, as Laurent liked to put it. Just as Laurent’s mother and her father’s most loyal friend, Frederick, liked to keep it. It was after all the place where the princes and princess were being raised.

The last pregnancy had been more difficult than the first one. Carrying twins had been a task that Lucina’s body found difficult. Far more than any of the endurance training she had ever faced. Not to mention the birthing process. After which Miriel decided that she would be needed to make sure Lucina’s health did not fade for months after. Then she often came up with reasons to visit and see the children thought that was never her stated intent. Not that Lucina minded an extra hand or two. Especially now five years later when father was going to be handing the kingdom over to her soon.

Since her responsibilities were increasing everyday Laurent had agreed to pause his research on what he explained was the comparative traits between dark magic and it’s supposed opposite healing magic. He had already written half of a tome over it yet still insisted he was nowhere close to bringing a conclusive if not at least acceptable end to his study. YEt he was willing to do the extra care it took to handle the children. It was agreed between Laurent and Lucina that hands-on parenting would be best since both grew up cherishing their parental relationships and wanted their children to feel the same.

Now as Lucina traces down the source of the screaming she begins to wonder if having one of the handmaiden’s help them wouldn’t be such a bad idea. For what Lucina saw when she opens the door to the children’s playroom was indeed a nightmare.

Laurent was pinned to the ground by the twins Lucretia, and Renard. Someone had given them paint for Laurent was covered in marks of blue, brown, red, and green. Their hands were covered in a strange mix of the paints that also was all over their own clothes. Renard’s red hair was covered in blue and green paint as his blue eyes had rings painted around them. Lucretia’s blue hair was clean except for the ends of her twin braids. Yet her face was almost completely covered in paint. All except for her purple eyes thankfully. The floor was decorated as well but instead of paint, there were toys everywhere. Play swords given from Owain, pointed hats from their father were hanging off a pile in the corner, and the collection of wooden soldiers each given by one of the father’s own soldiers were everywhere. There was no organization to this chaos. Just wild abandonment. While the twins dealt with their father Samuel was in the corner tearing pages out of one of his father’s tomes. The five years old she understood, but she had hoped Samuel would have grown out of such behavior by now. Having finally had his seventh name day just a week ago.

“What is going on here?” Lucina asks finally making her children aware of her presence. Immediately Samuel hid the book behind his back as the twins smile up at their mother. They were still wiping their messy hands all over their father and his clothes.

“We’re playing!” Answers the giddy Renard.

“Ah Lucina, just in time I see.” Laurent slowly pushes himself up into a sitting position. Carefully he removes Renard and Lucretia from on top of him. “I thought allowing the children to stimulate their creative sides would help them, but it became a little chaotic and I lost control.”

“Was it before or after that when Samuel stole your tome.”

“Neither he told me the other day that he wanted to learn so I bought a practice tome along with me for him to use today. Though now,” Laurent raises his glasses up on his nose as he looks to his oldest. “I see that I will need a private space where I can teach him one on one.”

“Perhaps tomes aren’t his thing,” Lucina suggests as she offers her husband a hand up.

“Perhaps, but it does no harm in trying. My mistake was bringing it on me to play time.”

“Indeed my dear. I hope you can replace it.”

“Rather easily I believe.” Laurent adjusts his clothes and flattens out his hair again, ignoring all the paint on him.

Lucina turns to her eldest and holds out her hand. With a pout, he does return what was left of the magic tome. Yet he keeps the shredder paper behind himself in the corner. Lucina shakes her head as she reaches over her seven-year-old to retrieve the scraps. As of late Samuel had taken to acting more like a petulant child than a young prince. Leading his siblings and himself into plenty of trouble. Lucina hands her husband the remains of the tome and turns back to her eldest son.

“Samuel,” and right like that the tears began to spring forth from his red eyes. The eyes he retrieved from his father’s side of the family. “Please stop dear. I’m not going to yell I just want to talk to you.”

“Really?” He asks and suddenly his eyes were dry once more.

“Yes. Laurent, can you take the twins and wash them? You seem as if you’ll need one as well after them.”

“Of course though I think I will ask your Aunt Lissa for help for the little ones. Our youngest son has decided he doesn't want his father’s help.” Laurent makes Lucina aware as he picks up Lucretia. Renard runs away from his father.

“Mother says I was like that with her at their age.” Lucina turns to her eldest. “Let’s go somewhere quieter.” Lucina picks up Samuel and turns towards her husband. “I’ll go get Aunt Lissa and send her to meet you.”

“Thank you.” Laurent sounds a bit relieved as he catches Renard’s hand. Lucina gives him a kiss upon one of the cleans spots of her red hair.

She leaves as Laurent gives a grunt and lifts Renard up. Lucina knew Aunt Lissa would probably be in the kitchens where she and Owain often spent their personal time practicing Owain’s cooking abilities. She wanted her son to never go hungry while he was on one of his self-assigned missions for the Shepherds. Samuel stays quiet on his mother’s hip as he buries his face into her arm.

“Do you want to tell me what’s bothering you?” Lucina offers the olive branch so they could solve the problem faster. For anyone who expects a child to, expects too much. “You can be frank, er, honest.” Lucina corrects herself reminding herself that this was her child, not one of the bureaucrats she was often stuck listening to.

“You and papa don’t like me,” Samuel complains, freezing his mother.

“Why would you think that?” Her mind could not fathom why her son would ever think that.

“You always work instead of training or playing with me, and when you don’t work you play with the twins. They always sleep in your bed while I have to sleep in my room alone. You don’t tell me good job or good boy Samuel, and you and Papa haven’t been calling me Sammy anymore.” Samuel begins his rant by clutching his mother’s arm but was soon waving his arms about and growing increasingly hard to hold.

Lucina had to admit it was hard getting the twins to sleep in their own bed. Especially Lucretia since she had her own room, and didn’t like to be alone at night. Though she did not think she and Laurent showed that much more attention to Renard and Lucretia then Samuel.

“Is that why you asked papa to show you how to do magic?” A short nod. Lucina sighs and sets her eldest down. “Listen, Sammy, mama is very busy. She is very sorry, but she and papa don’t dislike you. We love you.” She runs one of her hands through his blonde hair gently. The way her mother showed her to do it to calm children down. “Hey how about we go help papa bathe the twins then he can show you some magic?”

“Okay.” Samuel agrees still sounding a little dejected.

“What can I do to help you, Sammy?” Lucina asks feeling her heroic blood pounding through her veins to answer the call. Or so her cousin Owain enjoyed saying.

“Can I sleep with you guys tonight?” He asks his red eyes looking a little scared.

“You don’t think you are too old?”

“No!”

“Then alright. For tonight you can sleep in our bed, but tomorrow you have to help keep Renard in your bedroom. Deal?”

“Deal.” She made have just solved the whole bedtime problem for one-half of the twins. Now how to for Lucretia?

“Now are you ready to help and be a big boy?” Lucina asks offering to pick him up again.

“I am a big boy!” Samuel shouts before running down the hall.

Lucina follows at a leisure pace behind him. His blonde locks bouncing off of his shoulder with every step that hits the ground. Samuel led the way to the bathroom while urging his mother to go faster. She chooses to catch up to him as he reaches the bathroom door.

“Ah Lissa, Lucina said you would be,” Laurent stops mid-sentence as he sees it was his wife and son instead. Then he smiles.

“We thought you could use our help instead. Especially since you need to bathe as well.” Lucina picks out a piece of dry paint from out of his hair.

“Yes well, I was going to wait since I thought it was your aunt coming.”

“Go ahead. Sammy is going to help out with the twins. Get a bath ready for yourself.”

“Thank you.” Laurent smiles. Carefully he holds Lucina’s head up as he bends down to meet her face. Leaving a gentle kiss on her lips and a bit of blue paint on them too. Lucina laughs and Laurent moves to another tub on the other side of the room to wash up.

“Hey! Stay in the bath! Mom said you had to listen to me.” Samuel was shouting as he tries to keep Renard in the bath. Lucina sighs and begins washing Lucretia as her sons start to wrestle. She would apologize to the maids who clean the room later.

Once more I found that I really enjoyed writing about the kids and their children. Just as with the Gerome+Noire and their child story I may write more for these characters. Since I have already begun on a second story for the former. Let me know what you all think of them.

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#fanfiction #ff #aow #laurent #lucina #lucina/laurent #laurent/lucina #oc children #oc kids #fire emblem awakening #fea #fire emblem laurent #fire emblem lucina #fe lucina #fe laurent

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patricia-von-arundel · 6 years

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Pas de Deux - Part 1/7

I don’t have a summary for this. I don’t have anything, except I needed to escape for awhile. I started this almost two years ago, but haven’t finished it - or shared it.

This one’s Fire Emblem Awakening. Sorry about that.

It’s about Severa. And Inigo. It’s not a romance, though romance is involved. It’s about... well, moments in time, I guess.

I’m not sure I should even post it. I don’t know that I’ll finish it. But here’s the first part.

I’ll give it a T rating, just to be safe, and warn that there is a character death (besides the expected ones).

I: Severa

The first time she saw him, he was kicking, struggling, fighting in the arms of the three guards it took to hold him. She saw him catch one of them across the cheek, hard enough the man winced and jerked his head back, though the boy was no more than a skinny little scrap of a thing.

“I can’t leave her!” His voice was ragged and hoarse with tears. “No, no, no, I promised, I can’t!” He was still fighting as the guards kicked the door shut. “Please. Please!”

Cynthia, beside Severa, moved a little closer, but Severa shoved her away, because she needed to grow up. They all did, because Gerome had been right, when he finally said it: soon, they would be the only ones left. It wasn’t good, it wasn’t fair, but it was true.

Door secured, the guards unceremoniously dumped the boy on the stone floor, and left him to the care of the rest of them: children, just like he was. He crawled to a corner and curled into a tight ball, shivering and crying.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Cynthia again, because she was stupid - it was obvious what was wrong. It was the same thing that was always wrong. The thing that brought them all here - all except Lucina and Owain and Cynthia herself, who called it home.

Until last year, Severa had lived nearby, in a normal house, doing normal things. She knew there was a war, she knew her parents fought in it, but that was normal, too - she couldn’t remember a time when anything was different. Ylisstol was safe, it had walls. The war was outside the walls.

But last year, Exalt Chrom was killed. She remembered the day her parents came home, her father’s face hard and set, her mother disappearing into her bedroom, the sound of her sobs. Severa had been confused until her father told her. Then it all made sense. Severa was nine years old then, and even she knew her mother loved the exalt - the married exalt - more than she loved Severa’s father. More than she loved Severa too, probably.

It was only a few weeks later when the walls were breached, and the war finally came to the city. Then her father didn’t come home. And there would never be normal again. Something in her mother hardened, but it seemed a brittle hardness - fragile. And there was no one now to explain it to Severa. She wanted to fix it - she was younger than, and still thought she could, she just didn’t know how. She was helpless. She was afraid. And she watched her mother leave again. Leave to fight for a memory. A shade .

The new exalt - well, kind of; Lucina should have been exalt, but she wasn’t old enough - did not fight, and she offered the royal palace as a refuse for the children. Severa knew Lucina and Cynthia - her mother and their mother had been best friends for practically forever - but not Owain, their loudmouth cousin. Kjelle came around the same time as Severa, and Severa liked her; then Laurent, who was too much like Lucina - always so serious - but all right. Better than Cynthia and Owain, anyway, who were just irritating.

They were kept busy as first with tutors and lessons and training, and while Severa hated it then, now she kind of wished for it back. Now, there seemed mostly endless, empty hours, interrupted only occasionally by times like today: someone in pain. Another parent lost. Severa hadn’t seen her mother for over a month, and the dread of her own moment like this was a slow, constant pulse, just beneath her skin.

The more recent arrivals were the orphans: Gerome with his sad eyes and long silences. Noire, who sometimes took to following Severa around like a meek puppy desperate for any hint of affection, but other times flying into violent rages even Owain’s mother could not quell with her endless, gentle words. Brady with the scar across his eye and his sharp tongue; Owain’s mother had brought him herself, tears making shiny tracks down her cheeks.

And now, this boy who fought and begged and cried: another orphan of Grima. Owain and Brady had joined Cynthia; they were peppering the boy with questions, but he ignored them, eyes squeezed shut. Finally, he rolled away from them, and Severa smirked - it was just what they deserved. None of them knew how to take a hint; it was infuriating.

Severa left the new boy alone - he’d get used to the constant, dull ache of the loss, just like they all did. She sometimes woke with her father’s voice still echoing from her dreams - or with nightmares of her mother still etched upon her mind’s eye. Both left her shivering and miserable, huddling beneath blankets on a bed that would never truly be her own.

Lucina joined them at dinner; she spent most of the day training, always training. Being busy, occupied - Severa envied her ability to order it, and have those orders obeyed. Severa and Kjelle had sparred with broom handles, until one broke and they couldn’t find a replacement. Everyone unessential had gone to fight, or had attempted to flee Ylisstol. There were no more tutors, no more trainers. Lucina trained with the guards. Owain’s mother said the war would be over before they were old enough to fight, but Severa didn’t think she believed what she said. Severa didn’t believe it, either. Not anymore.

Dinner was bread and stringy chicken - meat was rare, even for the royal family, but there was always bread. Lucina tried to talk to the new boy, but he just shook his head to everything. He looked dazed, Severa thought. He didn’t touch his food.

“Can he even talk?” Owain asked around a mouthful of food.

“Yeah,” Brady said. “Ma was friends with his mother. He’s good.”

“I want to make him feel better,” Cynthia said.

“Leave him alone,” Kjelle said. “He needs some space.”

“Lucina isn’t.”

“Lucina isn’t like the rest of us.”

She wasn’t sure what woke her, but there was something, in the hallway outside her room.

Severa rubbed her eyes awake and sat up, sat still, listening intently. There was definitely something - someone? - out there. It wasn’t a guard; there weren’t enough left to man all the gates at once, much less patrol the halls.

Risen?

She’d never seen one, but nothing she’d heard made it seem like they were stealthy. Maybe one of the adults had come back, and was trying not to wake anyone?

Maybe... her mother?

It had been so long - it must be her. Because she did care about Severa, even if not as much as Exalt Chrom - right?

Severa slid off the bed, slipped on her boots against the cold floor. She wouldn’t allow herself to run, but she walked quickly, her breath catching as she pulled open the heavy door.

In the shadows, a small shape froze. A shape far, far too little to be her mother.

“You’re going to get in trouble,” she said, so maybe her disappointment wouldn’t show. It had been a dumb thought. Of course it wasn’t her mother.

“I don’t care.” She didn’t know the voice, but it was obviously the new boy. “I have to keep my promise.”

“To what, get eaten by Risen?”

“No.” He sounded surprisingly chipper, after earlier.

“Then what?”

“Just something that... that my mother taught me.” He started down the hall again, but when she followed him, he looked back and added: “Alone.”

“Huh? Where, though?”

He shrugged. “Not here. I’ll come back when I’m done.”

“That’s stupid. And you’re not allowed out. Especially alone.”

He smiled at her. He had come in screaming only hours before, and now he was smiling at her. “Are you offering to come with me, good lady?”

“What? No. And my name is Severa.”

“I like your name. I’m Inigo.”

“What is wrong with you?”

“Nothing. I just need to go. I promised.”

“Where?”

He shrugged again. “I’ll find somewhere. I just some space to... move around.”

She took a deep breath - and made a decision she was pretty sure she would come to regret: “I know a place, but you have to let me come with you.”

He regarded her for a long moment, and she took the opportunity to do the same, really looking at him for the first time. He was small and skinny, with floppy hair that fell across his forehead and - to her surprise, when she caught sight of the glint of it in the moonlight - a pierced ear. She had never seen a boy with a pierced ear. And why only one?

“I accept,” he finally said, then smiled again. “But no peeking.”

“Sure, whatever. C’mon, before we get caught.”

“You lead the way, Lady Severa.”

“Never say that again.”

“What?”

“Lady. It sounds stupid.”

He was walking beside her and grinning. “Sorry. Severa.”

“Just be quiet.” She was kind of wondering what would happen if she hit him. He sure wasn’t acting like someone who’d just lost his parents.

They made it out without being spotted, but getting past the walls was trickier - she knew Lucina had mentioned a hole big enough to squeeze though, but Severa had only a vague idea of where it was, and the walls were patrolled at night.

“Over here,” she whispered, grabbed Inigo’s sleeve and pulling him into the shadows of a grove of trees.

“This is where we’re going?”

“No, idiot. Shh!”

They watched as the uniformed men passed, three of them, pikes held high. When they disappeared around the palace, Severa tugged at Inigo’s sleeve again. “C’mon. Quick!” He ran with her, and he could at least keep up, which was better than Brady and Cynthia could do.

It took less time than she had feared to find the chink in the wall; it would have been harder during the day, but a glimpse of the few lights left in Ylisstol when there should have been only stone was an easy giveaway. She climbed through and jumped to the uneven ground beyond, Inigo wriggling through after her, landing neatly at her side with another broad, inexplicable smile. She pretended not to see it.

But it was hard to suppress a smile of her own when the reality of it all hit her: they were outside, all alone, at night. It was dangerous here now; Risen were mostly kept under control within the city, but not always, and roaming bands of thieves and mercenaries were happy to take hostages - or, if rumors were true, anything they might be able to cook and eat. And now Severa, and this strangely happy boy, and her heart was pounding and her eyes felt wide and bright.

She knew the way, though it was a longer trip than it had been from home. A place she had gone hundreds of times with her parents, to buy vegetables and fruits and bread, wool and nails, to see performers - singers, dancers, jugglers - and to beg for cakes or the pretty flowers her mother said were a waste of money. There’d been a bracelet she had seen and longed for and chattered about, and on her birthday her father had taken her there, bundled up tight against the cold, and the vendor clasped the delicate thing on her wrist and proclaimed her the prettiest girl in all Ylisse.

She had heard Lucina’s mother and Owain’s mother discussing it: the necessity of closing down the market square. it was just too dangerous, that many people in an open area surrounded by shops, only narrow, ancient lanes leading in and out. it didn’t matter if they had closed it or not, though; this late, no one would be there.

“This way,” Severa said, and Inigo followed her.

The streets of Ylisstol were dark and silent. Any others out moved as furtively as they did. Once, she could hear two men arguing in low, furious voices, but they were not visible, and she just kept to the shadows until they were out of earshot. Inigo didn’t ask where they were going; he didn’t say anything at all. That meant he was trusting her. She liked that.

They made their way down the last, pitch-dark lane, looming buildings blocking wan moon- and star-light both, and then were there, clambering over the wooden fence that enclosed the square.

“What is this place?” Inigo was looking around, at the empty booths and animal pens, his eyes lingering for a moment on the raised wooden dais at the center of it all.

“Market.”

“Oh. Uh, well...” He offered her yet another smile, this one a little embarrassed. “Promise you won’t watch?”

“I said I wouldn’t already. I’m going over there." She sat cross-legged on the ground where she could lean against a fence post, her back pointedly turned away from him. “Do what you need to do, I’m tired.”

She tried not to look - she really did. She yawned and traced doodles in the dirt with her fingers and yawned again. Behind her, for a long time, there was only the rustle of clothing, rhythmic footfalls.

It was only when she heard a harder, heavier sound - was he jumping? - that she broke her word and gave in to her curiosity. She turned slowly, carefully - and her eyes widened.

Inigo was dancing.

She had never seen anyone move like he was, like he was no longer tied to the earth, a small creature of flowing, powerful grace. He was muttering to himself, eyes squeezed shut, but he seemed somehow sure of where he stood on the dais, in no danger of the edge. He spun and leapt and bent and rose before an invisible partner.

And he was crying.

Not the desperate, choked sobs of earlier in the day - these were silent tears, catching in the moonlight on his cheeks. Still, he never paused, never hesitated.

Severa couldn’t have said how long it lasted - it seemed an instant and an eternity, both at once - but the end was curiously abrupt: a finished twirl, his arms out for another, and then he just... stopped. He went still, covered his face in his hands, and wept.

She pushed up and went closer, not sure of the right thing to do. “Hey - what’s wrong?”

His shoulders shook; his voice was muffled under his fingers. “I just... I... I miss her...”

“It gets easier. Really. My... my father died last year. It was... a lot harder at first.” She’d never tried to talk about this, and she didn’t really want to, and she didn’t know the right thing to say to make anything better.

He shook his head. He was looking at the sky now, wiping his cheeks with his palms. “It was almost six months ago. I... I don’t know if it’ll get better. Maybe if I figure out the ending...”

She had no idea what he was talking about. But... “Six months? Did you live really far away or something?”

“No. I... I was only my own. For a long time.”

“For six months?” He couldn’t be much older than her. It didn’t seem possible.

“I promised her I wouldn’t leave.” A single, final tear, and he scrubbed it away almost angrily. “I promise I’d keep dancing for her. But the army found me, and... and they made me leave.”

“You’re a really good dancer. I guess.”

She rarely offered compliments, and maybe this was one reason why - the anger in his expression when he turned to her, the deep flush across his face, visible even in the dim light. “You promised not to look!”

She shrugged. “I changed my mind.”

He just looked at her for what felt like a very long time. Then he turned and started to walk away. He was over the fence before she found her voice: “Uh, where are you going?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he started to run.

“Hey! Wait! You idiot-!” She took off after him, but he was fast - and he had a good head start. It was hard to keep sight of him, darting in and out of shadowy streets. But she had one advantage: this was her city, not his. She ducked down an alley, and another, putting her back on the same street just in time to tackle him.

They went down in a tangled heap, and she heard his breath knocked from him. He tried to wriggle away, but she held tight - and when he continued to struggle, she pulled her leg up and kneed him, hard, in the stomach. He finally got the message then.

She pulled away, brushing hair out of her face. “What is wrong with you?”

He had curled himself into a ball again. “I’m going home.”

She snorted. “Yeah, right.”

“I am.”

“Have fun dying, then.”

“I won’t. I know how to fight. My mother taught me.”

Severa felt a sting of jealousy; her mother had never had time to teach her to use a lance, and she’d gotten in trouble for trying to teach herself. When there had still been training at the palace, she’d picked swords instead.

She tamped down the feeling. “If you can fight, you need to stay here with us.”

He sniffled. “Why?”

“Because... because it’s going to be our war, soon. That’s what Gerome said, and... and I think so, too.” She had never said it out loud, but now the words settled on her shoulders, cold and heavy and permanent.

He was staring at her again, then seemed to realize and quickly looked away. “Yeah.” He didn’t need to say more. She knew he was agreeing to stay.

She felt funny, all of a sudden - exposed and uncomfortable. “We should get back, before they realize we’re gone. I’m not going to get in trouble because of you.”

He got up first, and offered her a hand. She ignored it. He was smiling again. He was ridiculous.

But he was also, she thought as they walked back, really pretty all right. Better than Cynthia, anyway.

And a really good dancer.

“Why didn’t you want me watching you?”

He grinned at her. “Your eyes deserve only to see things as beautiful as they are.”

“What?”

Kind of all right, then. He’d have to earn more than that.

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do you have any Inigo/Gerome headcannons sfw or nsfw 👀👀💦

It’s been a while since I’ve had Inigo/Gerome on the mind and I don’t think I usually come up with HCs without being prompted by an outside party, but it is one of my first FE ships and holds a good place in my heart, so I will do my best for u, anon

(I just scoured the wiki for evidence and found nothing and so this might have actually been a fic I read once and not something that actually happened in-game, but) it’s my default setting to think Gerome originally wasn’t going to travel to the past with the other kids because he canonically believes fate cannot be changed. It wasn’t until Inigo found him before they left and begged Gerome to come with (or even threatened to stay in their doomed world with Gerome) that Gerome relented, i.e. showed up at the last moment the day of. There was a good chance Gerome wouldn’t have gone or Inigo would have stayed if they hadn’t had that (pleading) conversation.

EDIT: this anon helped me confirm that this is actually canon! My heart!!

Like Severa, Inigo does not recognize Gerome the first time he sees Gerome without the mask because it’s been so long since Gerome has shown someone his face. Because Awakening!Inigo is a little shit, he most likely teases Gerome about his looks while secretly thinking Gerome is very handsome without the mask as well.

Wiki says Gerome is the last to fall asleep among the Shepherds on a regular basis so please imagine that he watches Inigo sleep some nights because Inigo definitely falls asleep first. Cute or angsty depending on mood.

Inigo has a sense of privacy when it comes to himself but not really with other people and he canonically spilled a bunch of butter in Gerome’s tent and attracted scorpions or something smh. Whether or not Gerome was there probably doesn’t matter, since Inigo goes through other people’s private property as well (see: Owain’s journal), so Inigo probably sneaks into Gerome’s tent on a regular basis both to sate his curiosity about Gerome’s stuff and to give Gerome a sense of belonging about being with the Sheperds because he’s on the outskirts so often

Gerome has gone from tossing Inigo out of his tent on a regular basis to begrudgingly accepting it. He doesn’t own a ton of personal stuff anyway.

They’re both huge losers and it look them like 2 weeks after realizing they like each other to hold hands

This definitely happens because they’re both Awful:

Inigo: Hey, don’t be so mean! I thought you liked me!

Gerome: …I do like you.

Inigo: Haha! You admitted it! You like me!

Gerome, red faced: You like me too!!!

Inigo, now with a tomato face: Don’t say that, that’s embarrassing

I wish I was joking. They are Awful

Gerome tries to take Inigo flying on Minerva’s back once and Inigo almost cried and held on to Gerome very tight the whole time. Gerome was sad, but Inigo was appreciative that Gerome shared something like that with him and thanked both Gerome and Minerva for the trip and promised he’d try to get over his fear of flying

Gerome said he would definitely not be taking Inigo flying again because his reaction was so bad, but Inigo really wanted to try and so he would climb trees and stuff sometimes to practice with heights, even though climbing trees and flying aren’t really the same. Gerome appreciates it, even though he keeps telling Inigo he doesn’t have to do that.

Gerome is Tall and Inigo is Not so Height Difference

nsfw hc:

the mask is a kink 👀

that manhandling line is very 👀 👀 👀 👀

the above two are combined as well

#my text #asks #fe13 #inigo #gerome #inigerome #inigogerome #geromeinigo #gerinigo #jeroazu #i forgot their ship name #they're the epitome of that fall out boy lyrics #'I want to scream I love you from the top of my lungs/But I'm afraid that someone else will hear me'#they are Embarrassing and I love them #I forgot how much of a shit Awakening!Inigo was #like #he's a sensitive guy and a bit of a crybaby but also kind of an asshole sometimes #i love him so much and his character growth #this ask kind of reawakening my love for gerome/inigo also

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