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DO U WRITE FOR LOVE AND DEEPSPACE

Teehee 🤭

(currently has a list of secret kink headcanons in my drafts. Need to brainstorm for Zayne and Rafayel.)

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Did someone say school sports headcanons?

No? That's fine, but I'm gonna write them anyway! Here are my headcanons for the characters in a sporting event! It's a three-way tournament between schools partaking in the exchange program! For the sake of fairness, all use of magic and extra limbs such as tails, wings, etc are banned.

Lucifer

Man's competitive, we all know. If someone loses, he'll act like it's fine, and make his classic snide remarks. But it's eating him up inside.

He's not a cheater... But he's not above a nudge here and there in the wrong direction. Lucifer? Lucifer Morningstar? Tripping up a member of the opposing team? Of course not, he's simply having some difficulty breaking these new shoes in and misplaced a foot or two. He would never.

Cheers so loud, but only during the most intense moments, or when he knows the team needs it. He could be silent one moment and out of his seat yelling the next. He's so damn proud of you, and can't contain himself when you score a point for the team.

Mammon

He loves it. He loves it so much. Banned from soliciting bets, but finds a workaround every time. May or may not have a hand in skewing the odds in his favour.

He's the kid that acts like he's in the Olympics every sports lesson, of course he's having the time of his life! He's competitive sure, but nowhere near as much as the others. He's just having a great time all round. He'll sulk if his team loses, but it won't be for long, since he signed himself up for everything he could.

Cheers the loudest for MC, it's borderline distracting. He's determined to drown all cheers for the other team out, and isn't above heckling the other team's players. He wants you to win so bad, and he's gonna be so proud of you regardless of the outcome!

Leviathan

Ew. Outdoors. But cheering for MC? ... he'll make an exception. He's got a lot of excitement to give, but he'll need some warming up first.

He's forced to sign up for something, and complains all the way there. He could be using this time to watch anime! But once the adrenaline and the first taste of victory hits... That's where the envy kicks in. His team better win, cause he is going to sulk so hard if they don't.

He's so ready to cheer everyone on. He comes armed and ready with so many ideas, and knows the score. He brings emergency water bottles, first aid kits, snacks, dude goes to concerts, he knows the drill! Screams your name so loud, and is so close to summoning Lotan to sabotage the other team.

Satan

Oh, you wanna talk competitive? He's the avatar of wrath. He all but invented competitive. He goes full balls with everything he signed up for, and god forbid anyone on the other team sets even a toe out of line, cause he will yell at the referee.

He might not give off a sporty vibe but he's ready to give it his all. He plays fair, but that's not gonna stop him from blowing up when he gets too into it. Needs several breaks, but his face softens when he sees MC. He's so determined to get that win for you, and make you proud.

When cheering for his team, he's never in his seat. He's almost backseat coaching at this point. He's gonna be so proud of you, win or lose, he's so fired up! But it's in a good way

Asmodeus

There's no way in hell he isn't cheer captain I mean look at him. He signs up for one or two of the other sports, but all his energy is going into cheer, and of course he loves the attention.

He might not be in the thick of the actual game, but he's a damn good distraction, even when he's banned from using his charming powers. It's not his fault if he's so gorgeous the other team can't help but state at him! What do you mean "You're not allowed to customize the uniform"?

He's so excited to cheer everyone on! He has signs prepared and everything! Nothing will stop this man from hugging you and kissing every inch of your face once you're back from the game, he just LOVES watching you in action!

Beelzebub

Man's built like a brick shithouse and plays competitively on the reg, he can unnerve the other team with a single look. But he's so excited he finally gets to take part in a game alongside everyone else!

The fairest player, sticks to all the rules, and will often pull his own teammates back, and ensures they're kept in line. He's the captain of numerous sports teams, he knows how to deal with them.

He's in so many of the events he's not often cheering other people on... But because he's in so many of the events he knows exactly how to motivate the team, and leads everyone in the cheers. He's so proud of you, and is making plans to treat you to a meal out afterwards a week in advance.

Belphegor

Ew, sports. Ugh, fine. If he has to. He signs up for the least exerting role, and that's IT. He plays fair, but only because he knows it'll upset Beel if he doesn't.

Surprisingly good at it. He's picked up a fair bit from Beel, and actually enjoys himself a little, though he's loathe to admit it. He takes up a keeper/catcher type of role and stops a lot of points being scored by the other team, even though he'd much rather sleep on the field.

He cheers the loudest for Beel, he knows how important this stuff is for him. He'll cheer for you too, I guess... (Lol he's out of his seat and yelling for you)

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Love the concept of Lucifer and Asmo going up to the human world and there's a pride parade on.

Lucifer, avatar of pride seeing all this stuff about Pride and people being proud and being confused beyond belief ಠ_ಠ

Meanwhile Asmo, fruitiest bitch in the devildom, is loving every second

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Nail polish headcanons

I like to think that Asmo takes the most immense joy in painting everyone's nails. Leave your hand too still for more than five minutes and he's already picking out colours.

Lucifer

When he's stressed while doing paperwork, Asmo will sneak in and take his hand, tut loudly, and seat himself next to him. On the desk if he has to.

He won't make any remarks about Lucifer obviously being stressed, nor will he talk about the work. He talks about the day they've had, what the brothers have been up to, plans for the weekend, anything but work

Lucifer always mutters a threat if he gets any polish on the desk or the papers, but Asmo has the most nimble fingers, he never would.

Lucifer allowed him to do it to humour him at first,figuring that since he wore gloves that it wouldn't matter either way. But now he considers it very special bonding time between the two of them, and wouldn't trade it for the world

Mammon

He protests. Of course he protests. He can hardly keep still long enough to let them dry, Asmo shops for polishes that are quick-dry and long-lasting specifically for Mammon

Asmo catches him whenever he's in a bad mood and does it then. Either he's so restless that being forced to sit still calms him down, or he's so upset that he's already still enough, and having someone just touching his hands helps ground him, and get him out of his head

Pretends he doesn't like it, because of course he does. But he closely inspects his nails afterwards, and blows on them like a still-smoking shotgun. Asmo rarely makes mistakes, but if he does, Mammon picks up on it right away with a loud "Oi!"

He loves the time they spend together. He tells himself that HE is the one looking after Asmo, not the other way around. He probably knows deep down that it goes both ways... Probably.

Levi

Asmo times it with Levi's gaming and anime habits, and tries to catch him either between gaming sessions, or when there's a binge session about to happen. If he's been gaming for a long time he'll make sure the joints in his fingers are taken care of as well. It can't be good being so tense for that long! ❤️

There's a very, very small overlap in their interests. Asmo always has to start the conversation, but knows that once Levi gets talking he won't stop. He also knows that Levi gestures with his hands a lot, so it's a balancing act to make sure the conversation doesn't get too wild.

Levi grumbles a little if he doesn't want to take a break from his gaming, but lets him do it, and always thanks Asmo when he's done. He really does love the finished result, especially since the colours match his favourite controller.

Once Asmo has left, he'll sit and look at his nails for a while. He has a folder on his phone that's just photos of his hands in different spots, poses, and lighting that capture his nails differently. His favourite is one where his hand is against the glass of the fish tank and it looks like Henry 2.0 is swimming between his fingers

Satan

Asmo knows how much Satan hates it when people read over his shoulder, but he needs to take a peek to see what book he's reading first. He's only able to get away with doing his nails if it's a really wordy text, and Satan won't be flipping through the pages too fast

He'll ask about the book to slow him down further, but he knows that talking about it will also help him grasp the material better. He has to GRIP his hands though, since he's another one that gesticulates

Satan won't let Asmo come near him if it's a particularly valuable book, and will mutter every time about not getting polish on the pages like Lucifer but likes the ambience of it.

It's torture for him to not pet a cat until the nails are dry, but he doesn't want Asmo to stop. He ends up buying a quick-dry polish and asking Asmo to use it, and Asmo is thrilled, naturally.

Beelzebub

It's once he's finished a big meal or nothing. The window to paint his nails is VERY narrow and has to be timed perfectly.

Asmo just adores how Beel's painted nails look on his massive strong hands, and tells him every time. From the way he smiles when Asmo does it, it's easy to forget who the younger sibling is.

Beel is a quiet one, so he won't say much while he's having them done, but he'll ask about the process, the different types of polishes, the nail care, he likes hearing Asmo talk about it. It's fun just to entertain him sometimes.

The process slightly numbs the endless hunger, so Beel secretly makes sure he's within earshot of Asmo when he finishes a big meal. He can't help but grin when he hears his footsteps when he's running to his room and running back with everything he needs, and acts surprised every time. He loves it.

Belphegor

Asmo tries to catch him when he can't sleep, but their sleeping patterns almost never align since Belphie sleeps during the day, and Asmo likes to get early nights to look after his skin. He'll grab him whenever he thinks he'll tolerate it.

He complains, he whines, and he sometimes falls asleep. But he won't pull his hands away, ever. Asmo hums while he does it, and Belphie pretends he isn't listening.

Asmo doesn't mind it when Belphie falls asleep while he's doing it, since that means there's more he can get away with. If he's very lucky, he'll even be able to cleanse his skin and wipe the sleep out of his eyes. Ever one to push his luck.

Belphie enjoys it. He never used to, but he values the quiet time, and since he usually dozes off, it's nice to wake up to manicured hands. He usually resists Asmo's doting, but he'll let his big brother get away with this much.

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"secretly"

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MC: I love how "Royal Academy of Diavolo" becomes "RAD" that's pretty funny.

Diavolo: Oh? Why is it funny?

MC: Well... You know, like "rad"

Diavolo: ???

MC: In the human world... "Rad" means radical... You know, like when something really cool. It's rad.

Diavolo: ...

MC: ...

Diavolo: LUCIFER GET IN HERE YOU'RE NOT GONNA BELIEVE THIS

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The seven brothers on a night out

Lucifer

Implies he's only going so he can supervise you and his brothers, but it doesn't take much of a second look to see how happy he is to have a night to relax and enjoy himself

All of a sudden, Mammon's tsundere tendancies make sense. He's pretending to complain. He'll roll his eyes as someone stumbles on their words or crumples into fits of giggles mid-sentence, but he's smiling and lets you lean on him as he walks you home.

Drinks very little on the actual night out, but once he's home? That's when the hard spirits come out, and that's usually kept between him and Diavolo... But he'll invite you in with a smirk.

Mammon

Will go drink-for-drink with you, no arguments. By the end of the night he's stumbling home with you as you take turns drinking out of the same bottle of prosecco. You have no idea where he got it from and chances are, neither does he.

He's unsteady on his feet when he's drunk, and will lean and loll on you at every chance he gets, he makes Asmo look distant the way he clings to you.

If he was dumb before, oh man... The brothers have several videos saved of him trying to understand a concept that's being explained to him, while he has the most adorable look of bewilderment on his face. "But... If you don't need a rooster to get eggs from chickens... How do the chickens know to lay eggs???"

Leviathan

The only way you're able to convince him to come is by promising a TSL drinking game when you get back home. But secretly, he doesn't want to miss out on the fun of seeing you when you're buzzed.

He doesn't drink much at all, he doesn't like the taste. That's not going to stop him from wanting a sip of whatever you're drinking though.

Expertly crafts the rules of the drinking game like his life depends on it and ends up having the time of his life. He's the type of guy who can't stop laughing when he's buzzed and will stare at you with pure love in his eyes until you catch him and he gets all red

Satan

Starts out the night looking so composed and classy. Ends it with his tie stuffed in his pocket and holding your face on both of his hands as he tries to hold a conversation with you but neither of you can stop laughing

Hells help the lot of you if he sees a stray cat cause the man WILL go after it and won't come back. He has a lot of love to give and by god that cat is gonna receive it. Forbidden Cats such as possums, foxes, and raccoons are not safe from this either.

Being the avatar of wrath comes with unholy determination. You WILL know how much he loves you he doesn't CARE if everyone else can hear him right now, you need to know!!! Low-key emotional drunk

Asmodeus

He's caring and affectionate at the best of times, he's bordering on mom-friend now. He's the one who grabs people and forms a people chain so no-one gets lost. He's also the one to scrape people off the floor when they stumble. Will hold your hair back too and make sure no-one bothers you the next morning ❤️

Nothing will come between this man and his flirting. If you thought he was promiscuous before, good luck.

Nearly gets lost himself cause his tendencies to stare at himself in reflective surfaces increase tenfold. Has 200+ pictures saved on his phone from the night out and is the one to blow up social media with every single one.

Beelzebub

Is the one who gets lost and separated from the group. Every time. Turns out he's just chilling in the McDonald's down the street but did he tell anyone before he went on his little adventure? Absolutely not.

Holds his drink better than anyone else and is always the one to carry someone home over his shoulders "backstreets back, alright!" "DUH-nuh-nuh-nuh nuh-nuh...."

So affectionate and cuddly when he does get buzzed. All he wants to do is hug you and laugh.

Belphegor

Of course he's the lazy drunk. He gets home and passes out on the doorstep. He'll pass out on the street if you don't watch him close enough

He seems like a lightweight but he goes straight for the hard stuff and handles every drink like a champ. Don't challenge him to a drinking game cause he'll win.

He might be the lazy drunk but he's also the one who can and will get in a scuffle. It's not usually anything serious, but fists will fly if he's challenged.

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Obey me! Online learning

Lucifer

Meticulously organised. On time, chat rooms assigned, router ready.

Always has his camera on and calls in from his library. Never uses a background, but his surroundings already look like one.

Fully dressed, of course.

Wanted to have everyone call in from the same room but it proved to be too chaotic, and caused more problems than it solved.

Mammon

If he shows up, it's late. He tries to say something about poor connection, realises a minute too late that all the other house of Lamentation students are here, and gets caught in the lie

He's the one who forgets to put himself on mute and is caught talking shit

Will throw a shirt on when he's forced to turn his camera on but is wearing whatever he slept in from the waist down

Spends the lesson on his phone until Lucifer confiscates it during class time

Leviathan

The tech-savy one who ends up giving an impromptu crash-course on the service to both the teachers and the students

Doesn't like having his camera on but he's got a decent webcam, and uses it to get used to the idea of being on camera for game streaming

Works from his desk but is just chilling in loungewear

Absolutely has a background that is a screenshot from TSL

Satan

Laptop is propped up on a pile of books

The one who has the cats who jump onto him and meow down the camera during the call. A cat has stood on his laptop and ended the call several times now.

Decently prepared for class each time, prep work ready.

Is the first to pull out his phone and start recording when someone forgets to turn off their mic or camera

Asmodeus

Huh? What? He was staring at himself in his camera feed, could you repeat that?

Camera is always on, encourages everyone else to have theirs on too

Uses the ❤️ react on everyone's messages during group work

Has a new icon and background each lesson

Beelzebub

The student who is always on mute because he's always eating

Calls in from his bed but is decent

Somehow works better during online classes. He insists it's because he's allowed to eat

Puts Levi's crash courses to good use each time within the lesson

Belphegor

Camera off. Mic off. No thank you.

Has fallen asleep several times during online classes (same) and will do it again

Skips classes less, because if he's sharing a room with Beel, he's going to be woken up by the lesson anyway, he might as well join.

His icon is still the default one

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Also taking requests for Obey Me!

I'm most comfortable writing Lucifer, Mammon, Asmodeus, and Beelzebub but I'm open to others too! Those four are just the ones I'm most confident in, especially Luci.

Feel free to send headcanon or drabble requests, but please understand I might not get to every single one 🖤

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Responses to "are you okay?" when they're clearly not

Lucifer

"..."

Only needs to give you A Look in response for you to have your answer

Sometimes answers with "I am fine." And if you could verbalise punctuation, he would emphasise every comma, period, everything. He's almost too concise.

Mammon

"Whaddya think? Do I look okay?!"

Apologises profusely after snapping

Expresses his problems in either angry shouts, or more honest mutterings after letting his feelings settle

Leviathan

"No! It's all because-"

Gives a long-winded verbal essay on why he's not okay but feels better after letting it all out

Can't sit still until he tires himself out, his brain is running a mile a minute and ends up making impulse purchases on Akuzon to feel something other than worry.

Satan

"Well, let's see. Firstly we have-"

Listing all his problems in a way that makes him sound snappy and sarcastic but it actually helps him think and form a plan

Appears calm but REALLY ISNT

Asmodeus

"I'll be just fine ❤️"

That's when you know when something is really wrong, and there's nothing you or anyone else can do about it. Asmo is normally one of the first to complain about a problem, alarm bells ring when he isn't griping.

Focuses on trying to calm down MC instead, and talk through their feelings rather than his own, and is only sometimes aware that he's deflecting

Beelzebub

"I guess..."

He and Belphie are the quietest of the brothers by miles... But he's too quiet.

Will sit and wallow in his feelings with a completely straight face for hours if no-one stops him, so he appreciates the person-to-person contact

Belphegor

Another quiet one. Can and will dodge the question.

Instead he forms plans about what can be done about the situation, even if he repeats one a few times.

Just needs to be touching someone and to be listened to. Finds comfort in non-verbal communication.

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Eagles and Robins Ch16: Moments of Mori

Once again, Robin was sickened by what he saw.

Is it?

Undoubtedly.

Grima spoke with anger dripping from his voice. Demonic beasts emerged, chasing, attacking, terrorising the students. Edelgard’s brow was furrowed, her eyes wide with anger, Dimitri’s fists shook as he gripped his lance, Claude was lost for words, his mouth failing to produce any semblance of sound.

“Father, don’t…” Morgan didn’t need to finish the sentence.

“I won’t, not this time.” Summoning Grima again would be too risky, especially with unfamiliar students around. Jeralt came rushing in on horseback, lance twirling then crashing down valiantly.

“Uncle, look.” Lucina went to Robin’s side, staring in the direction of the ruined chapel. She didn’t point, however. She didn’t want to attract attention to the individual she had spotted.

Monica stood there, smiling calmly, watching it all happen, just as Solon had. Rage twisted in Robin’s gut, he grinded his teeth, and inhaled deeply through his nose. He must not rush this.

“What should we do?” Lucina’s hand hadn’t left Falchion’s hilt, she stood tall with her chin in the air and her shoulders back. Gods, she looked so much like Reflet, but with Chrom’s authoritative air. It was heart-breaking, she made such a fine leader, but she shone the most under dire and tragic circumstances.

“Our top priority is to protect the students.” Robin saw a beast near the group out of the corner of his eye, he fired an Elwind spell that came crashing into the ground behind it by the ballista, distracting the beast.

“Let’s take out the ones nearby, but we’ll need to attract the attention of the ones by the chapel. The students are backed into a corner, we can’t push the beasts further in.” Byleth nodded, and handed the Sword of the Creator to Bel. “I’ll take the one near the Ballista with my class. Ignatz, you take the ballista.”

“R-Right.” Ignatz nodded, adjusting his glasses as he eyed up the ballista.

“Robin, do you think you can distract the beast with your more powerful spells to draw them away?” Byleth made for quite the commander, his voice had a power to it that hadn’t been directed at Robin before.

“No problem. Morgan, with me. Professors Eisner, my students are yours to command.” Robin and Morgan made for the beast in the upper corner, narrowly missing the claws, jaws, and projectiles of the others.

“Father, there’s something lodged in their heads, do you see it?” Morgan fired a spell to get the attention of the beast, it crashed into its back.

“I see it. I’m hoping I can examine one properly once this is over and everyone’s safe.” Robin cast a Thoron spell, the beast shrieked ear-splittingly loud. Even Monica covered her ears. “Monica! I see now why you were too busy to come by my office!” Monica scowled at Robin. He saw the flash of a dagger, then a lurch. Had Flayn always been at his side? Robin blinked, then it was Ferdinand on horseback too. Robin came a stop mid-run when he realised he was taking these steps a third or fourth time, looking around.

“Father?” Morgan looked to him, Robin’s chest rose and fell. Morgan squeezed her eyes shut for a moment. Robin’s brow furrowed. “It’s nothing, just a little dizzy.” Robin’s head spun to face Owain and Lucina. Owain lost his footing for a moment, Lucina had Falchion in the ground, steadying herself while her eyes swept the sky frantically. They felt it too. Byleth and Bel were watching closely.

At last, Robin understood what it meant to be touched by the power of Sothis.

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Eagles and Robins ch15 Moonlight

For once, just once, Robin saw a glimmer of hope that this month may be peaceful.

There was a ball happening, along with a competition, and the classes had been assigned guard duty to watch out for intruders. Guard duty! He dared not cling to this glimmer of hope, but the idea of festivities taking up his time rather than Grima and death put a spring in his step.

“Can you believe we have to wear uniforms? I was hoping I’d get to try out something new.” Morgan huffed as she examined the stalls at the market. Robin was keeping his promise to make things up to her, she was rather furious about him sending her away while he summoned Grima. Not that Robin regretted his choice in the slightest, he knew how much Grima loved to taunt the children.

“Like what? You always hated ballgowns back home.” Robin chuckled, but winced when a particularly expensive-looking necklace caught Morgan’s eye.

“It’s not that I hated them, I think they’re lovely! …On other people.” Morgan threaded the chain of the necklace between her fingers. “I suppose I feel the same way about them as you feel about the crown, father. They’re wonderful and all, and considering my birth, I should feel right at home wearing one, but… I don’t know, it just seems like a physical manifestation of a role I can never fulfil properly. If I was raised to be a princess, I have no memory of it. What good would I be then?” Her words struck Robin right in the chest. Truly, it was worrying how alike they were at times.

“Well, we can consider this ball good practise then. Besides, you’ll always have myself and your mother to guide you through anything like that back home.” Robin couldn’t help but smile, she really did have him wrapped around her little finger. Owain could have the same, though he rarely seemed to ask for much besides swords, training sessions, storytelling, the chance to name or re-name Robin’s battle tactics, and the occasional evening to bond. Robin sighed and handed over the gold for the necklace, Morgan giggled and hugged him with her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her height as she always did. He couldn’t help but smile, he knew she wasn’t materialistic. Morgan was made of mischief, but took any opportunity to spend time with him, if it so happened to fit a father-daughter-cliché, all the better. Truthfully, the two were still growing used to one another, and learning how to interact as a parent and child.

“You’re the best, father!” Morgan was grinning from ear-to-ear, and Robin rolled his eyes through a smile. “Come on, let’s head back! I want to show Lucina!” She tugged Robin along by the arm, through the halls of the monastery until she caught sight of Lucina and Dimitri. A flash of red caught Robin’s attention, and he saw Edelgard at the corner of his vision pretending she hadn’t made eye contact with him.

“Edelgard, how is the day treating you?” Robin made his way over. She had been avoiding him as of late, he wanted to nip this in the bud now, rather than wait until classes resumed. She had declined an invitation to tea from every professor, even when the other house leaders were in attendance. Robin had hardly seen Hubert as well.

“Just fine, thank you professor.” She smiled uneasily. “Are you looking forward to the ball this month? Have you chosen a representative for the White Heron Cup?”

“I have an idea. I once knew a dancer, you know. Shy as ever.” Robin chuckled. Truth be told, he had an idea but he wanted to speak to Bel first. “I think a celebration is just what we all need to take our minds off the events last month, don’t you agree?”

“I do… though I must admit, I feel out of my element seeing everyone so joyful.” Dorothea caught Edelgard’s eye, twirling around on the green just outside of the classrooms with Morgan.

“It’s alright to relax every once in a while, you know.” Robin smiled. “Are you still feeling uneasy about what happened?”

“I am.” Edelgard’s gaze dropped to the ground. “Hubert tells me you had the opportunity to speak with the one who calls himself the Flame Emperor.”

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Eagles and Robins Ch14: By Her blood

“It pains me to assign such a disturbing mission to you during such a blessed moment in time.” Seteth sighed. Over the past few days, Bel had been practically glowing. She had even teased Byleth once or twice about her class’s victory at the battle. It wasn’t until now that it seemed to fade, and Robin watched her swallow. Bel was being assigned to travel to a nearby village named Remire to investigate the villagers’ unusual behaviour. It felt odd to be assigned different missions, but the remaining two classes were to travel to the nearby villages and check it hadn’t spread any further, Robin supposed it wasn’t too different after all. Though the matter was grim, Robin was looking forward to getting his students to experience the life of a commoner, and to help them become more independent. He had been happy to listen to Dorothea’s rants many a time, and while camping between missions helped, he needed these students to get some real-world, hands-on experience.

Grima had stirred when Manuela and Shamir were discussing the symptoms with the professors and Jeralt.

 What is it?

 No, I would not want to jump to such a conclusion.

 What conclusion?

“It’s either a mixture of poisons, or magic… and dark magic, at that.” Manuela’s stance wasn’t its usual practised pose she seemed to drift about the halls with. Her shoulders were locked, and her knuckles were white as she clasped her hands together. Robin frowned at the mention of dark magic.

“Not standard dark magic either, I’m guessing.” Robin frantically tried to calm himself. There was no way anyone other than he or Morgan had any access to Grima’s power.

“No, this is certainly unusual.”

“My children and I owe the people of Remire village. If something’s happening there, we must help them.” Jeralt set his jaw.

“I can have my class take up the Golden Deer mission if you want to go with Bel and your father.” Robin offered, Byleth shook his head.

“I’ll be staying with them for the first day, then splitting off later.” Byleth spoke. “Thank you, Robin.”

“If you like, I’m sure I could accompany you to the village Byleth… after all, I owe you my life.” Manuela’s flirty drawl made its return. Robin was grateful she had stopped attempting to use her charms on him after he mentioned Chrom and Lissa… unfortunately that meant the Eisners had the full force of her flirting.

“Thank you, Manuela. But I am confident that we are more than capable of handling this.” Byleth nodded, face blank as ever. Robin wondered if he picked up on her attempts to woo him sometimes.

“If that’s all in order…” Robin eagerly steered the subject away, Jeralt’s scowl relaxed.

“Yes, of course. If you’ll excuse me, goodbye Jeralt, goodbye professor…” Manuela smiled as she turned to Robin, and sighed. “Such a shame you’re married, you know. You’re quite the specimen of a man.”

“I hope to be quite the specimen of a professor if I’m going to be of any use this month.” Robin deflected while Manuela tested his joints, his reactions, pressed his wounds… everything was in working order. Even his black eye had gone down. Robin stepped out of the infirmary beaming, Morgan was waiting outside for him. He laughed and picked her up in a hug, spinning her around.

“You’re cleared for service?” She beamed.

“I am! Now, go get your brother, it’s high time I trained with both of you.”

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Eagles and Robins ch13: Inheritance

Morgan was trembling in every limb, and she was furious. She pointed the dagger at her father’s- Grima’s- their chest. Grima merely smirked.

“I don’t believe I need to entertain such things.” He pushed the blade aside with a finger. “I also don’t believe you would do anything to harm your precious father’s body.”

“What have you done with him?!” Morgan hissed. There was no way her father would give himself over to Grima, not without a fight. Something was deeply wrong here.

“He’s resting, fledgeling. There’s no need to panic. I only have a limited window in which I can control this body. Don’t you think your father needs to rest a while?” Grima flashed her a grin, it was so twisted, so unlike her father’s smile… and yet it was with his lips. “We need to discuss something important, Morgan. I need answers that I know you’ll provide.”

“What could you want with me? I have barely any memories, and I have the brand of the Exalt, there’s nothing you could gain from me.” She planted her feet and stood her ground, though her legs felt like they could give way any moment. Grima looked down the row of dorms.

“May we speak inside? If your father’s safety is your concern, know that there is little I can do without him. I need him alive if I am to live, I would not dispose of him so eagerly.” Grima gave her a smile that Morgan assumed was meant to be reassuring. It was not.

She stood aside and allowed him to enter, but still gripped the dagger. What she intended to do with it, she had no idea. Could she bring herself to hurt her father’s body? Grima sat at the chair at her desk smiling, Morgan sat on the window sill. If anything happened, she would have a height advantage, and would be able to see him closing the gap quicker than if she was sat at the bed. She could hear her father’s voice advising her on what to do if anything happened.

“Your memories, or lack thereof… are unusual to me. When I tried to merge with your father upon following the children into the past, I was unsuccessful, and it wiped his memory… at least, most of it. Conveniently enough he managed to remember enough to stop himself from killing that cursed Exalt.” Grima’s lip curled unpleasantly at the mention of Chrom. “The same goes for your aunt. Both attempts were unsuccessful, both attempts wiped their memories. This time, the memories seem to have faded from the shock upon him killing us both, and somehow being placed in this world. Your memory loss, however…” Grima stood up and crossed the room, Morgan leaned back, her breath hitched when he simply pressed a hand against her forehead. “It is nothing to do with me. Though my own memories became hazy alongside Robin’s since coming here, I know that I did not interfere with your body… There is little that I could do, in fact.” Morgan let out a shaky breath when Grima removed his hand. She almost wished he had attacked her instead of touching her so gently.

“Do you think it could be caused naturally?” She breathed.

“I am unsure, but felt you had the right to know.” Grima sat back at the chair, legs crossed. “Now that you know that much, I have questions for you.” His eyes narrowed slightly, Morgan’s hands balled into fists. “How did you find him? When your father was kidnapped along with that girl Flayn, you were the first at his side. I sensed a pull at my magic as well, you used one of my spells.”

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Eagles and Robins: Chapter 12 One Normal Day

Robin sighed as he drummed his fingers on the desk. Normally he would love the chance to learn and test new tactics and strategies, especially teaching ones. This… was something else.

“I want you to understand that I won’t go easy on you, just because you’re my children.”

“Right.” Owain grinned from ear to ear.

“I’d never expect you to, Father! From what I hear from the other students, you don’t go easy on them either.” Morgan giggled.

“Anything you do, any trouble you get into, it’s all going to reflect back on me, understand? I need you all on your best behaviour, but you two specifically.”

“Daaad, we would never misbehave!” Owain laughed, though a hint of nerves struck his voice.

“I’m serious, we’re already in dangerous waters.” Robin scowled.

“We know. Professor Hanneman said that if anything happened, he would personally help us escape. So… we have that option.” Morgan thought aloud.

“I’d prefer no reason to escape at all, if you wouldn’t mind.” Robin sighed again, he flicked through the graded exams of his children. He couldn’t keep a prideful smile from his face when he was first handed them, and they made wonderful teaching material to boot.

“You both need to work on authority. Your faith is decent, but could be better. Owain your swordsmanship is on track to be the best in my class, but without the authority to back it up, you’ll forever be lost in battle. Morgan, your reason needs a little more work, but as always you passed the strategy-based questions with flying colours.”

“What can I say? I had a really, really great teacher back home.” Morgan smirked, Robin rolled his eyes but grinned along.

“You’ll need to make sure you’re up to speed with my class, so you might have more homework than the others. I don’t intend to be deliberately harsh, but I-”

“You won’t take it easy on us because we’re your kids and you know what we’re capable of.” Morgan cut in, Owain snickered.

“And I won’t tolerate attitude from you either, young lady. Not between those bells ringing. Now, as for your assigned seats…”

“We have assigned seats?!” Owain blurted out, Robin blinked.

“It’s… a classroom, of course you’ll have assigned seats. I move people about depending on how they learn and if they get on with their neighbours.”

“Aw, I was hoping we could choose.” Owain huffed and his shoulders sank, Robin crossed his arms, but secretly adored these moments. Moments like this where his children looked and acted like normal teenagers and not the product of a ruined future, haunted by memories of war. Even though most have them had left Morgan… Robin still saw the look on her face when Grima first possessed him in his darkest nightmares. Moments where they would huff, and whine, complain, play, laugh, even sing when they didn’t think anyone was around… Robin cherished these moments, even when he scolded them.

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Eagles and Robins ch11 Family Tied

“And that’s everything I have.” Robin’s entire body seemed to relax as he sighed, now knowing he wasn’t the only once burdened with the knowledge he had. Lucina’s grip on falchion tightened more and more with each passing minute, her knuckles had whitened at the mention of Grima. “I promise, I’ll do everything in my power to stop Grima rising again, even if it means taking my own life.” Lucina did not look comforted by this thought, Morgan even less so.

“How can you say that, father?” She spoke barely above a whisper, Robin felt his heart break for her there and then. He hadn’t the time to properly recall what happened, but he had been able to piece together that during the final battle, Robin had met his end alongside Grima.

How he had wound up in Fódlan after such a feat, he still didn’t know.

“It won’t come to that,” Lucina shook her head, “it can’t.”

“We have the head start this time around, right?” Inigo flashed a grin, the tension in the room seemed to disappear the second he did. “We’ll find a way to deal with this dastard and have you back home in no time.”

“I appreciate it, truly. I’m so sorry you have to bear witness to this a second… third time. Things will be different, and we can succeed again. As Inigo said, the circumstances this time are completely different, not to mention we’re in a different world. We may not have Chrom, or Naga, or Tiki, but we still have Falchion if things get dire. But speaking of, there’s a few ground rules we need to apply here in order for us all to stay safe.” Robin had never found himself so grateful for a blackboard in all his life, it certainly made strategizing easier.

“Typical of dad to set rules on a vacation.” Owain whispered and nudged Morgan, she gave a tiny giggle in return. Robin pretended not to hear it, while hiding his own smile.

“First of all, don’t mention Naga or Tiki in public. We’re in the Church of Seiros now, and the clergy will be upset if they hear us revering another Goddess, and there’s enough turmoil as there is. They follow a Goddess named Sothis, a saint called Seiros, and four more saints with their own statues in the chapel. I encourage you all to familiarise yourselves with them out of courtesy… also so Seteth doesn’t give you an earful, and the student’s eyes don’t fall out of their heads when you say you weren’t raised with the church. If you’re in need of someone to confide in, Jeralt the captain of the Knights of Seiros and his children, professors Byleth and Beleth make for good company.”

“Do you trust the church?” Severa eyed him, evidently spotting how he had avoided the subject.

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