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Chapter 2 is finally here! Same warnings as the past chapter: Rated E for sexual stuff (you know how it is) and talks about death (as you can expect from Lysithea haha)

Thanks to everyone that has been giving the story a chance and hopefully this chapter doesn't dissapoint ;D

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I originally had other fics planned for @fe-pride-week but didn't get around to them welp so here's some other stuff from this month

connectivity (explicit, t4t Lysiclaude)

to knead and be kneaded (teen, trans Claude/catgirl Lysithea)

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Thank you all for participating in FE Pride Week, I hope you all had a great time with it!

If you have any works you didn't finish on time, don't worry, I'll keep an eye out for any more works that pop up in the tags or blog mentions.

I hope to see everyone again next year! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

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Free | FE Pride Week #7

✧ prompts: first - second - third - fourth - fifth - sixth - seventh

To love is to suffer, and you don't want its source to hurt as well - unknowingly, your efforts do the opposite.

✧ tags: azura x fem!reader, love confession, mutual pining, princess!azura x retainer!reader; 1.3k words

CWs: irl ghosting, wounds, convalescence, fear, guilt, first kiss

The summer heat presses on the tent: you can feel it as it melts your skin against the bandages, as it takes your breath away, choking you under the sheets – and you can't remove them, not as you shiver from the infection and your limbs lay still on the small bed. You see it in violent rays breaching through your eyelids, blinding you before even letting you open them.

“Have you awakened?” You could recognize Kaze's voice among millions; thus you hum in response, and something shields you from the light.

“How long have I slept?” It's almost a whisper. If he were to ask about the fight, you would not know how to respond… a thick fog clusters over your memories, and your head hurts. “Is Lady Azura well?”

A simple sigh: “You should ask her yourself.”

The princess's crossed arms are almost touching your legs, collapsed on the sheets in an attempt to support her head. How did you not notice?

She's been sleeping right there – maybe for hours, maybe just minutes, nonetheless too many for a retainer, even for hers.

That was the agreement, after all. You would serve her until death reclaimed your body, until every threat had been cancelled from this world, until you could be sure your eternal sleep would not put your princess in danger.

An agreement she has never been told about, because you know she would have never agreed in the first place.

“Kaze…” He's listening. “Would you move my hand towards our lady's cheek?”

Hinoka would have never understood his expression, not even the empathetic Sakura, but you do. A crack in his calm demeanour, a surprise he was not able to conceal – you, among all people; you, to whom he as sworn an oath of secrecy, you, ready to bid your lady a last one-sided farewell. “She deserves to know” he thus answers, not without helping you.

And her skin is warm under your gauzed touch, soft just as you imagined, and you unwillingly sketch a smile. “Does she, really? Or does she deserve serenity?”

You can't do this to her – she can't know. She deserves two faithful retainers, whose bowed heads would fall in battle for her; and you almost did, and you still cannot understand how you are still alive. What a disgrace you would put above her shoulders, to be her enamoured knight and to be expecting something back…

No, your love is yours alone to be treasured. “Were you the one who found me, Kaze?”

“Lady Azura was taking a stroll” he sighs in response. He sighs a lot, you notice; it must be exhausting to be witnessing your hopeless devotion. “She was the one who found you sitting against the wall, cadavers all around you and your wounds still open and bleeding to death.”

Of course. Of course she was the one. “Will I ever manage not to worry her?” But you know the answer already – you began offending her peace years ago, when you swore to protect her and distanced yourself altogether. Your love would not bleed on her, this way; she would not need to collect the shards of a friendship that could never be repaired.

Besides, you have been so efficient at protecting her from the shadows that Kaze has been left with nothing to do but enliven your lady's summer afternoons, hushing tears away that she did not want you to know about. “Our Lady misses your friendship. Sometimes she feels your presence, and it breaks her heart not to be able to reach you.”

“Kaze…” Were your limbs cooperating, you would throw a pillow in his direction. “You are well aware I cannot turn back. Not without damaging what little she has left of her idea of me.”

“I would disagree” he just says in return. Instead, he steps back, too far for your pounding head to clearly distinguish his expression. You don't know he has just mouthed I'm sorry. “Oboro's in love with Takumi. Why can't you be with our lady?”

“I'm not Oboro.” You are almost offended by the comparison. You have always envied her sincerity, and envy has slowly turned into resentment. “She does not cry in her sleep thinking about Takumi's gentle hands. She does not feel her heart miss a beat every time she gazes at him – but i do with our Lady. And she deserves a better retainer than one who would die for her rather than live for her.”

You would expect him to at least scoff, sigh, something. Instead, he just turns… Away? “Kaze. Kaze, where– Kaze!”

“How foolish of me. How egoistic of me…”

The little blood they have managed to save of your body turns into stone. Should you turn against the sweet voice by your side, now? Like a wild bear, she could maul you as soon as your eyes meet.

“I now understand Kaze's words. I see why he has drunk so many cups of tea with me, consoling my heart without ever condemning my love.” You still can't face Azura, not as tears fill your eyes and a single blink carves your cheeks with wet trails. “You don't despise me.”

“How could I, my lady?” It's a weird laugh, the one that escapes your throat – relief, embarrassment, adoration. “You're the best person I have ever met. The only one whom I could devote my life for.”

“But I don't want you to, not if it means losing you.”

The first time you realized you loved her, it almost went the same way. You were not her retainer yet, but still protected her as if you were. I would never forgive myself if you were to die for me.

But it would have been your biggest honour, you reasoned; and she shook her head, golden eyes resting against yours, a smile you did not deserve. Promise me you'll live for me. Promise me you won't sacrifice yourself for me.

And you promised, you delivered – you knew her closeness was driving you insane, you distanced; you knew being by her side meant taking until the last blow for her, and you made sure it never came to that.

But now, as it all backfires on you, you can only ask: “Will you ever forgive me, my Lady?”

“I don't think I can.” You close your eyes, taking her words in. You deserve this, and yet it hurts. “I cannot forgive someone who was suffering more then I was. It's the other way around.”

“My lady– You did nothing wrong.” Your eyelids open just in time to see her hands take yours in, like a hut in a day of heavy rain, blowing warmth along your whole body – and your fingers slowly curl around hers. “I owe you my life, and you owe me nothing.”

“Before being princess and retainer, we were best friends.” Her voice is that of a noblewoman: sure in her words, clear, unassailable. “As my retainer, I want you to remember this. As my best friend, I want you to be sincere with me.” And you are. “I'm sorry for loving you, my lady. I'm sorry for hurting you for something you had no fault in.” The faint ghost of a sob shakes your body, a dagger making its way through your ribs – and Azura notices. She moves closer, cups your face, waits for you to look at her.

“May I kiss you, then?”

She can, she does. Her lips are as soft as you imagined for all these years, tilted so you can take them in like stray cats, their newfound home. She does not part even to breathe, slightly opening her mouth to regain consciousness, but you move her closer. You are almost one in this embrace, where her arms press on your bed, slow as they insinuate behind your shoulders to melt into you. “May I kiss you again this night?”

This night, tomorrow, for the rest of your life. “You don't even need to ask.”

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses, Fire Emblem Series Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lysithea von Ordelia/Leonie Pinelli Characters: Lysithea von Ordelia, Leonie Pinelli, Dorothea Arnault, Edelgard von Hresvelg Additional Tags: Minor Dorothea Arnault/Edelgard von Hresvelg, Romance, Fluff and Smut, lots of kisses, talks about death, Rated E for a lotta sex and also Lysithea being horny and not hiding it, Not Beta Read, We die like Captain Jeralt and the crests are to blame, Crimson Flower | Black Eagles Route (Fire Emblem: Three Houses), FE Pride Week Summary:

“Have you ever, you know, thought about having sex?” Fuck, that was probably the wrong way to start, but there was no way to go back now. Lysithea’s heart was beating so hard she felt like she was having a heart attack. Leonie tensed and looked taken aback, as if Lysithea had kicked her in the stomach instead of asking a simple question. It was such a knee-jerk reaction that Lysithea was sure Leonie would have started choking if she had been drinking water in that moment. Honestly, Lysithea was freaking out too, but for her own pride she had to pretend this conversation wasn’t making her want to run away.

The main war is almost over, but the battle against those who slither in the dark is still looming in the distance and with Lysithea feeling her imminent death approaching she decides she wants to have sex before kicking the bucket.

FE Pride Week 2024 - Day 7 Free (not a focus in any particular prompt this is just queer indulgence)

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FE Pride Week Day 7 - Free

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Beachside Dance

It’s the final day of @fe-pride-week and I did it guys, at least a fic a day, sometimes two for the entire week. This was a really fun event and I hope you enjoyed at least some of what I put out!

Today for the free day we have transfem Olivia and Nerthuz in the aether resort!

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Fire Emblem Pride Week Day 1 - Day 7 - Free(dom)

This is me putting a lot of my struggle into my art here. Pride can be a difficult time for me; not least because of my struggle to accept my lesbianism, but also some of the trauma I've endured at the hands of my own internalised homophobia and witnessing queerphobia at large. Me, Edelgard, we've both been through shit.

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D6 - Pride

OR, the OG lesbians for me feeling the winds across the plains! Seeing their paired ending as a teen really changed something in me, abstract as it was. It felt like something I had always wanted but didn't know I could have, it filled me with hope, and maybe a bit of pride. And for that they will always be iconic to me, no matter how many canon gays we get 🌈.

Tomorrow's the last day of the @fe-pride-week so stay tuned for the last entry!

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fire Emblem: Soen no Kiseki/Akatsuki no Megami | Fire Emblem Path of Radiance/Radiant Dawn, Fire Emblem Series Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lay | Ranulf/Skrimir Characters: Skrimir (Fire Emblem), Lay | Ranulf Additional Tags: Set during RD Part 4, Briefly referenced trans Skrimir and trans Ranulf, Background Giffca/Caineghis and briefly referenced Ike/Soren, FE Pride Week, Character Study Summary:

Gallia chooses its ruler based on strength. Skrimir is thus committed to becoming a king his uncles and country can take pride in—and to having a partner at his side that makes him just as proud.

For @fe-pride-week Day 6 - Pride. This is the last piece I have prepared, and I’m quite proud of it. <3 Thank you to the event runner for organizing this event! I’ve had a blast writing for it. Happy pride, everyone!

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Cause and Effect

Today for @fe-pride-week we have something a bit silly, that description really is all this fic had going on.

Sorry for the late upload I procrastinated making a title and had to spend way too long trying to think of one.

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FE Pride Week Day 6 - Pride

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Fire Emblem Pride Week Day 5/6 - Diversity/Pride

Decided to fuse these two days because they're quite similar. These are all my BE headcanons!

Edelgard- bi/demi-aro Hubert- genderfluid/queer Ferdinand- bi Bernadetta- bi-romantic ace Dorothea- bi Petra- sapphic Caspar- gay Linhardt- gay/demi-ace

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Pride | FE Pride Week #6

✧ tags: pride parade!!, azura x fem!reader, imagine post

Imagine taking Azura to a Pride parade.

She's barely online, so she knows three flags at best – every five minutes you'll see her squint at one to look it up on the internet;

She'll vanish - one second and she's gone. You'll find her three miles behind petting every dog she sees;

“What do you mean I can't get on the cart”

Some drag queen helps her get on the cart and they dance together;

She somehow gets a microphone and “YOUUUU ARE THE OOO–”

No, I am kidding. She starts singing Sofia by Clairo;

When she finally gets down the cart, she has also won a bisexual flag to wear as a cape;

Bonus:

At some point you have to explain to her that no, those tails she wants to pet are not real.

“My friend Kaden has one, though. And it's real.”

She now wants a fake tail to pet anytime she wants.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fire Emblem: Soen no Kiseki/Akatsuki no Megami | Fire Emblem Path of Radiance/Radiant Dawn, Fire Emblem Series Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ike/Senerio | Soren Characters: Ike (Fire Emblem), Senerio | Soren Additional Tags: Set during RD Part 3, Trans Ike (Fire Emblem), Trans Soren, Trans Male Character, Established Relationship, Discussion of physical transition via magic, Discussion of fantastical racism that Ike isn’t prepared to address, Microaggressions, FE ArtScuffle, FE Pride Week Summary:

While Ike is tired of people reacting to the changes in his body, he can’t help but wonder why Soren hasn’t taken the same steps as him.

For @gloamvonhrym for the FE ArtScuffle, as well as Day 5 of @fe-pride-week <3

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D5 - Diversity

OR, Edelgard isn't really sure what her exact relationship with Byleth is, or her relationship with the goddess... or both...? This idea sounded less silly in my head but I already drew it so screw it, we carry on (based on a text post that I cannot find right now) I know there are things more diverse than a relationship between an emperor and god's vessel, but I couldn't draw 'em

For the @fe-pride-week

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FE Pride Week Day 5 - Diversity