Fell Family Week!
Welcome to the Fell Family Week! Celebrate the bond between Alear, Veyle, Nel and Rafal as a family from September 9th to September 15th!
Day 1: Cozy / Masking / Journal
Day 2: Spicy vs Sweet / Defect / Post-Engage
Day 3: Bucket list / Mourning / Fell Xenologue
Day 4: Gift / Missed opportunities / Memory
Day 5: Embarassing moments / Perfect / Bad Ending
Day 6: Favorite foods / Photograph / Extended Fell Family
Day 7: Free!
Remember to tag @fellfamilyweek in your works and/or add #fellfamilyweek or #fellfamilyweek2024 for your works to be featured!
Rules:
Because this is a week celebrating the four as a family, works containing romance between them will not be accepted. Other pairings are fine though!
Nel/Xenologue!Alear is allowed but must not be the focus of your work.
All Alears are allowed, regardless of their pronouns and gender!
So whether you want to feature male, female, nonbinary or any other flavor of Alear in your works you're absolutely free to do so👍
No works bashing any of the four siblings.
(Artwork by @raikkuno)
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Fic: Fractures
Characters: Veyle and Alear, Nil and Rafal
Word Count: 3,600
Summary: To place one's dragonstone in another's hands is the greatest act of trust. Veyle holds the stone of her weary, broken-hearted brother, wondering if she will ever find him again. Rafal holds the stone of his sister, stained with her twin's dying blood.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/58480957
ANOTHER fic for @fellfamilyweek? Yes, another one.
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Prompt: Hisoka is reminded of his mother.
Rating: 15+
Words: 600
Note: A drabble I should have posted on Mother's Day!
**Warnings for mentions of child neglect and allusions of human trafficking 💀
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Hisoka's eyes are staring at something.
It is a sliced baguette resting in a basket, cradled in white cloth.
His stare is intense.
In his memories, he can see a woman’s hand gripping onto a loaf of bread desperately.
He remembers being hungry, but knowing that not a bit of that bread would be for him.
Hisoka is sitting at a table with Illumi in a very expensive restaurant.
The restaurant is at the top level of a skyscraper, and has a sweeping city view.
Illumi is talking about nothing in particular, and hasn’t noticed Hisoka’s lack of engagement.
Hisoka realizes that he zoned out, lost in a very old memory.
It is such a disgusting feeling to him.
“Illumi.”
Illumi pops another bite of his dinner into his mouth.
“Hm?”
“...♠”
Hisoka glances at the bread again before looking back to his date.
“How much are you worth to your parents, do you think?”
Illumi tilts his head at the odd question, but gives it some genuine thought.
He rests a knuckle to his chin while he chews.
After a moment of contemplating, he finally answers.
“I can’t give any exact amount, but by quick estimate, my services to the family can range from anywhere to the hundreds of billions to tens of trillions of jenny annually.”
Despite his curtled mood, Hisoka’s nose still crinkles to crush a smile off his lips.
Illumi was always so literate.
“That’s not exactly what I meant. ♠”
“I mean…”
“When you were born, what was your value to your parents? ♣”
“How much would someone have had to offer in exchange for you?”
Illumi is confused by the string of questions, but is intrigued nonetheless.
“What reason would they have to sell their child?”
Hisoka can feel his chest chill, as if icy tar is dripping inside him.
“What if your mother was hungry? If she had no money?”
“You don’t think under dire circumstances, that she would trade you for a fortune?”
“Hmm…”
“My mother?”
Illumi thinks specifically about her.
“No. I don’t believe that she would need to in order to afford food or anything else.”
“Why’s that? ♠”
“Well…”
“She is an assassin too, of course.”
“If in a situation where she had no assets or resources, and I was an infant, she would easily be able to work a job in order to afford what she needed.”
“Ah, I see.”
Hisoka takes a sip from his drink.
He can see her dirty nails clutching the small stack of jenny tight with joy.
There is a feeling on his arm; the tight grip of someone’s hand, much larger than his.
Tugging him. Tugging him away from her.
There was so much distress, trying to free himself and return to her.
Did she even look up at him again after they gave her the money?
“So, your mother would rather murder someone else than lose her child?”
“Of course.”
Illumi answers like it is so trivial.
Hisoka should have expected that of someone with an assassin’s mindset, but still…
“...”
He takes another drink, then picks up a slice of the baguette to butter.
He casually takes a bite and drops the memory back into the well it came from.
“You have a good mother. ♠”
Illumi smiles slightly at the comment.
“Yes.”
Illumi continues to talk, this time about random insights regarding his family.
(“My mother worked as an assassin even before she met my father. She is just as skilled as he is, but prefers to watch over my younger brothers now…”)
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Welcome to the Fell Family Week!
This is a week dedicated to Alear, Veyle, Nel and Rafal from Fire Emblem Engage and their bond as a family, and it will take place from Sep 9th to Sep 15th!
While we are working on it we are running an interest check form. Please check it out and feel free to ask us anything!
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Fic: The Changeling Child
Characters: Nel, "Nil"
Word Count: 3,000
Summary: Nel is overjoyed when her twin returns to Gradlon Temple, miraculously alive after his trials on the battlefield. Yet gradually, she realises this boy with Nil's face is not what he seems.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/58480768
My opening piece for @fellfamilyweek!
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