#Nagamas 2022

[nagamas]

Monica and Edelgard on a date for @tlayoli_ on twitter. Happy Nagamas ! :)

[inheritskill]

sharena / self doubt -  my @nagamas gift for @fayesdiary !! 

[lululeighsworld]

Friendship is Evergreen

Summary:

“Y/N, are you there?” Ashe calls out, a hint of concern in his voice, “I have that book you wanted to read! Is now an inconvenient time?”

Clutching the shoulder strap of his bag, he looks from left to right to see if he recognizes anyone nearby—but the courtyard outside this area of the dorms is silent, save for the occasional rustle in the bushes from the monastery’s resident cats and dogs. There is no one here but him, and, he hopes, his friend who is waiting on the other side of the door.

Notes:

Happy holidays @fiction-box! I was your Secret Santa for @nagamas this year! You can find your gift fic below, under the readmore -- I had a lot of fun with it, and thank you for the lovely prompts!

Tags:

FE3H Academy Phase, Physical Hurt, Comfort, Kidnapping, Books, Knights and Chivalry, Ashe/Female!Reader, Y/N stands for “Your Name”, Written in Third Person

Word count: 2,281 now on ao3

During the first few weeks of the semester, Ashe hadn’t thought much of his classmate who always seemed to have her nose buried in a book, marking her page with a simple black bookmark and tucking the book away for safekeeping like clockwork moments before their professor’s lecture began. She was quiet, and unlike some of the others in his class, she did not call much attention to herself.

That was until she grabbed a book out from under his nose a few months later in the library.

“Excuse me!” Ashe exclaims, unusual for him. For weeks he had been waiting patiently for the most recent installment of Evergreens and Chivalry to be available at Garreg Mach’s library, eager to finally read what had become of the heroic knight after he had learned the truth of his allegiances at the conclusion of the previous novel. He was out of pocket money to spare for the moment, and so rather than buying the newest book from one of the vendors at the marketplace, he had been relying on the library to secure a copy that he could finally borrow and read in his own time.

Needless to say, Ashe’s tone of voice made it abruptly, and, even if it was beyond his intention, displeasingly known that he had grown a tad frustrated to see someone else had thought of the same idea as him.

“Hmm?” is all the reply he initially thinks he will receive, her hands wrapping around the spine of the book as she pulls it from the shelf. “Oh! We’re in the same class, aren’t we? Your name is Ashe, right?”

Her genuine curiosity catches him off guard, annoyance quickly dissolving as she holds out the book to him.

“I took this from you. In my eagerness, I didn’t see that you were also reaching for it.”

“You also like Evergreens and Chivalry?” Ashe asks, and his classmate affirms with a quick nod.

“I’ve been reading since the first book in the series was published. I was left waiting on my toes—”

“—to see what the hero would do after discovering the truth about his liege!” Ashe finishes her thought, and the pair bursts into laughter. A curt “Sshhh!” comes from somewhere across the library, reminding them, in their excitement, of where they are.

“Here, you read it first,” she speaks in a quieter voice, offering the book to him. Ashe pushes it back in her hands, insistent that she be the first to borrow it.

“Just make sure not to spoil any of the story for me until I have the chance to finish it, okay?”

It’s nice, to make a friend through a shared passion, enthusiastically discussing their favourite parts of the series while seated at the meal hall and as they walk back to their dorm rooms after classes have concluded for the day. As spring turns to summer, and summer all too quickly transitions to fall, news reaches their ears that a special edition novel will be published for Evergreens and Chivalry, accompanied with illustrations as the first book in the series receives a limited-run print.

Combining their spending money to afford the last copy the local merchant has to sell, Ashe wins the rock, paper, scissors bet they hold to determine who will get to read the novel first. He assures Y/N that he will read it as fast as possible, in between completing assignments for their professor and studying for exams, and that he’ll wait for her to enjoy the story too before jumping to discussions of what he thought about the new edition.

The first few nights of the Horsebow Moon come to a close by the time Ashe finishes reading the book, staying up far later into the evenings than he should so that Y/N can have her turn with it before exam season is upon them. Before departing for class, he marvels at his favourite illustrations one last time that morning he plans to hand it over, and tucks the book into his satchel as he heads out for the day.

Except, as he passes through the large oak doors of the classroom, Y/N isn’t there, her seat oddly empty when she had made such a habit of always arriving before him. Ashe does not think much of it as the professor takes their place at the front of the classroom and begins their lecture after taking attendance. He places all his attention on the lesson, losing himself in his notes as Byleth explains the intricacies of a strong battle formation when enemies were surrounding the party from all sides. 

“Maybe she’s not feeling well,” Ashe thinks, glancing over to her vacant seat during a moment of downtime from Byleth’s instruction, “Maybe she’s busy running an errand and lost track of time…” 

It doesn't dawn on him again that he still hasn't seen Y/N all day until supper time, when he reaches into his bag to retrieve a book while he’s sitting towards the back of the dining hall. Looking into his bag, his eyes land on the spine of the first edition of Evergreens and Chivalry, the swirling ornate details in blues, greens, and silvers reminding him of how excited he was to give her the book hours earlier. The colours call to mind one particular illustration, one that he had been so eager to see as he read the special edition as it was from one of Y/N’s favourite scenes that she always came back to during their discussions. 

Ashe eats his stew with slightly less enthusiasm than usual. He hopes what’s been keeping his friend away all day is only a terrible cold, rather than some worse situation, as he makes his way to her quarters.

His knuckles rasp politely against the door of Y/N's dorm room, waiting patiently for a response so that he may enter. A cat sleeping in a nearby plant pot catches his eye, cozy and warm as it snoozes away in the setting sun. Ashe closes the distance and begins to scratch behind its ears, and still, by the time he has finished, he's heard no response from the other side of the door.

He knocks a little harder the second time, thinking that perhaps she didn’t hear the first. Again, there’s no response nor indication that she’s currently in her room.

“Y/N, are you there?” Ashe calls out, a hint of concern in his voice, “I have that book you wanted to read! Is now an inconvenient time?”

Clutching the shoulder strap of his bag, he looks from left to right to see if he recognizes anyone nearby—but the courtyard outside this area of the dorms is silent, save for the occasional rustle in the bushes from the monastery’s resident cats and dogs. There is no one here but him, and, he hopes, his friend who is waiting on the other side of the door.

“Please forgive me,” Ashe whispers under his breath, “Y/N, I’m coming in!”

He feels bad doing it, a pang of guilt rushing across his chest as his hand finds the knob and turns it to unlatch the door. The fact that it is unlocked does not register as a warning signal until he’s pushed it open to reveal the disaster that befalls his eyes.

There’s clear evidence of a struggle, between the countless books strewn over every surface of the room and the clear defense that was put up by the sight of the desk chair toppled over, legs broken and splintered. Stepping a few more feet inside, Ashe notices dried blood along the carpet, the faint traces of it leading up over the wooden shelving and continuing to the one broken window, smashed with enough force to litter the room with the dangerous glass shards. The evidence trail ends there, as Ashe finds no footsteps left outside the window, and no clues as to who may have trespassed into his friend’s room.

Ashe’s heart drops into his stomach as he recalls what Mercedes and Annette had been whispering about at the back of the classroom a few days ago, rumours of a treacherous figure donned in the attire of a reaper kidnapping students in the midst of the night. He had thought it was merely one of Mercedes' ghost stories she had attempted to scare Annette with, and any passersby who overheard the ghastly details.

Now, as Y/N’s absence, the state of the room, and the rumours all come together before Ashe’s very eyes, he can do nothing but accept the horrible truth that the most recent victim was his friend.

He bolts from the room, hoping to find a faculty member before they all disappear to their quarters for the evening, grasping his bag to his side as he pushes himself to run harder than he’s ever needed to during battle.

Three distraught weeks later, filled with further kidnappings and a shocking discovery on behalf of Manuela, they do find Y/N, along with others, unconscious in the underground chamber. Thankfully, the rescue mission is a success following the retreat of the Death Knight, with no fatalities recorded. For the first time in a month, faculty members and students alike are able to breathe a sigh of relief.

Ashe still feels like he’s holding his when he makes his way to the infirmary a few days later, collecting himself in the hallway before turning the corner into the room. At the moment, it’s only Y/N and one other student currently on bed rest, the one he doesn’t recognize is sleeping on the far side of the room.

Y/N smiles when she notices he’s in the doorway, and to see her again—not bruised and fatigued, but with a look of cheer in her eyes—helps calm his nerves, at least a little.

“Hey,” he waves, quietly approaching Y/N’s bedside. “Is now a good time?”

She nods, and he takes up the chair at her bedside, bringing his satchel to sit in his lap as she rearranges herself on her hospital cot.

“I heard through the grapevine that you were the one to find me—I mean the fact that I was kidnapped,” she begins, looking at Ashe in earnest. She didn’t see the point in small talk; she was tired of answering the faculty members’ questions over the last three days. Now that her head was a bit less foggy, and after restless nights with very little sleep, she had had some time to think over exactly what she wanted to say, so long as her friend stopped by.

And he had.

“Thank you,” she tells Ashe, hoping her tone conveys her gratitude. “If it weren’t for you, my kidnapping might have been overlooked for much longer.”

“No apology is necessary. I was just doing what a good friend should: keeping an eye out for you because something about that day felt off to me, once I realized it.”

She raises an inquisitive eyebrow, prompting Ashe to continue. He pulls his bag open and retrieves the copy of Evergreens and Chivalry that they had brought together, still in pristine condition.

“I was planning to give it to you that morning in class, as I had finished it the night before. But you weren’t there—you weren’t anywhere that day, and by the time evening rolled around I figured I should stop by, just to see if you were sick or something. Please forgive me for entering your room without permission!”

She laughs, one of those full-hearty ones, “Ashe, that’s the least of my worries. Had you not, you never would have discovered my disappearance.”

“That’s true…” he mulls over it, breathing a sigh of relief. His eyes fall to the cover of the book, decorated in the same blues, greens, and silvers that embellish the spine. He wonders what maybe would have happened if he hadn't finished reading the book that night, but the brush of her hand against his pulls him away from sinking too deep into those thoughts. She’s admiring the cover, tracing her finger over the ornate details of the evergreen boughs.

“Would you like to read it now? The book’s all yours since I already finished reading it.”

“Can you read some of it to me?” she requests, pushing the book into his hands before turning herself onto her side as her head lies comfortably on the pillows. “I’m still finding it difficult to focus my attention for certain tasks.”

A smile spreads across Ashe’s face in delight, scooting his chair closer to the edge of her bed so that she doesn’t miss a word as he begins. He narrates the story in as best of a show as he can, stopping to show her the illustrations in between. They stay together like that well into the night, completely forgetting about going to bed at a reasonable time.

“You’ll never believe what’s on the next page,” Ashe breaks out of his narrator’s voice, turning the page to show his friend the illustration for her favourite scene. When she doesn’t react, he grows nervous, worried that perhaps she didn’t like what she saw. He breathes a sigh of relief as he looks over to her, finding her asleep in her bed, curled up to the very edge. Quietly, he blows out the candle at her bedside, leaving the book on the small nightstand after placing the ribbon bookmark in between the pages.

“We can finish it tomorrow,” he tells her, pulling the blankets up over her shoulders so that she wouldn’t catch a cold amongst the chilly autumn air, “Sweet dreams, my friend.”

divider by Firefly Graphics

[panco-1812]

My @nagamas gift for @miravariable, with the prompt “Wholesome Kaze and Midori dad and daughter content.” Here’s Kaze and Midori’s support where Midori spends more time with her Father in the forest, looking for medical herbs. I hope you like it! Merry Nagamas and Happy New Year!

[good-beans]

Summary: Lucina and Inigo are cast as Clara and the Nutcracker in an emergency production of the show. With opening night approaching, tensions arise.

Happy holidays to @ nymphlings on twitter, I was your secret santa for @nagamas ! I always love a good ballet au, this was so much fun to write 😊🩰

[fiction-box]

Leonie X Lorenz Pinch Hit

Happy February! I have been away from my computer these past few days, though when nearby, I've been working on this piece. Happy belated @nagamas to Kenzotenmas on Twitter! More pieces to come!

The story will be continued beneath the cut.

“Worry not! I will have any threat we run into removed in moments-”

“Or your name isn’t Lorenz Hellman Gloucester. Yeah, I’m well aware.”

The noble in question raised a brow, “Perhaps. Though some members of our number seem to need a constant reminder of the fact.”

This would be the first (and the last, as his partner had assured him) time that Lorenz and Leonie had been assigned the duty of border patrol since they had first reclaimed it from those bandit-pests. Nothing eventful had happened so far, though as the gentleman and the noble, Lorenz naturally insisted upon leading their path.

“I think I get more than enough of them, thanks,” the commoner woman quipped.

Lorenz nodded back at her, “In that case, why not put your lance away and relax a bit? I’ll happily handle any issues on the patrol-.”

“Or your name isn’t Lorenz Hellman Gloucester.”

“That was not what I was planning to say.”

Leonie rolled her eyes, “It may as well have been. Come on, if this is because I’m a girl, or because I’m some commoner you can’t risk being outdone by, I suggest you drop the act now. I’ll have you know I’m able to defend everyone else just as well as some stuffy noble. Honestly, you haven’t changed a bit since I last saw you.”

“E-Excuse me?”

He slowed his horse, allowing her to proceed next to him as he attempted to argue his point.

“I am only being considerate of you. You work hard enough as it is; there’s no reason for you to further exert yourself if it can be avoided.”

“So I can’t do the work, is that it? You’re fine on your own, and I can just head back to camp?”

Lorenz searched for the right words to say, “If that is what you want, I see no reason to stop you.”

“And what if I asked you to head back to camp?” she challenged.

He laughed, “How preposterous! I would never leave you to defend us on your own out in the woods.”

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say. Wordlessly, Leonie’s face morphed into a scowl. She steered her horse in front of his own and cantered up ahead, continuing until he couldn’t see her anymore.

Shaking his head, Lorenz debated going after her. A true noble wouldn’t let her go off on her own to get hurt, but perhaps this could be a lesson for her. It wouldn’t get through her head, otherwise.

Although…he had found himself rather…unconventionally fond of her during their academy days. That attraction had only blossomed further at how she had matured over the years he had not seen her.

What was he thinking? Leonie had proven herself far more than capable of taking care of herself, and Lorenz was well aware of that. She tended to be far more independent than the women he would meet in the court; he should have known suggesting otherwise would be seen as an insult.

“Leonie!”

Lorenz charged his horse forward, attempting to catch up with the woman. He needed to apologize before their relationship became any worse than it already was. The last thing he wanted would be for her to think he did not value her.

It was just difficult with her. Everything came out wrong any time he opened his mouth to speak, it seemed.

The more he charged on without luck, the more confused he became. There was no way she could have gotten that far in the short time he had hung back to think.

Glancing around the forest, he caught sight of a shift in movement. The swish of the tail of Leonie’s horse. 

Relieved, he changed directions, heading toward that small clearing. Slowing down as he approached the animal, his entire complexion paled.

Leonie was not there.

He held his lance up in a defensive position as he anticipated an attack, looking from left to right.

“Leon-”

A shrill whistle interrupted his call, and his partner’s steed perked up. It galloped off further into the forest, Lorenz close behind as he gripped his lance tighter.

Reaching another clearing, the violet-haired noble identified the armor of three knights from the Empire. Granted, two of them were dead on the grass, but the third…

Leonie had the third pinned against a tree with the blade of her own lance.

“How many more of you are there?” she pressed.

“J-just us three! We were told nobody would be out here!”

The woman lowered her brows, “Tch! Then you were told wrong.”

With that, Leonie swung her lance around so that the wooden end knocked against the soldier’s head. He collapsed immediately, thudding onto the ground and dropping his sword.

Lorenz could only look on from the back of his horse.

“Some help you were. And after all that talk, too,” she scoffed at him.

“Three soldiers found you in the time you rushed ahead? And you didn’t think to call me?”

“I found them, and I wasn’t about to lose them to go cry for some help that I didn’t need!”

The dark mage sighed, relieved and frustrated at the same time. Was there truly no way to show that he cared for her well-being without her taking it as an insult?

“Think for a moment, Leonie! What would you have done were there more soldiers waiting out of sight? If there were ten soldiers instead of three, or archers in the bushes?”

“That’s why we go on patrol, genius! So that more than three never get this far!” she quipped. “Now if your noble hands aren’t tied, I could use some help getting this one back to camp.”

Together, they used their horses’ lead to tie up the surviving knight. He was then tied to Lorenz’s mare as the two prepared to return to Garreg Mach.

Leonie mounted her steed, “Honestly, my horse is a better patrol partner than you.”

“That is not fair in the slightest! Had you not…run off like that, I would have been right at your side for that skirmish!”

“Pssh, please! You know I’m just teasing.” She turned back to him, raising a brow, “Besides, I would hardly call that a skirmish.”

Lorenz frowned, “Be that as it may, I had originally meant to find you so I could apologize. I meant only to keep you out of harm’s way earlier; it was not my intention to insult you.” 

Leonie turned her chin up, but the noble didn’t look away, “I offer you my sincerest apologies.”

As he watched Leonie throughout his attempt to make amends, Lorenz noticed a faint blush spreading across his partner’s face.

“‘Out of harm’s way?’ We’re out here looking for trouble, not wildflowers.”

It was his turn to feel embarrassed, “I am well aware…*ahem* that is to say…”

“Look, apology accepted. All I want in return is for you to acknowledge that I can take care of myself. If you can handle something on your own, so can I.”

“Understood,” the violet-haired knight nodded. Truly, he did understand. But some part of him that he could neither identify nor stifle knew that he’d be just as worried if he found Leonie in the same situation again.

Perhaps this matter was better left dropped than pressured. He could better communicate his thoughts to her once they were back at the monastery. At least, if he could muster the courage (and if she would actually hear him out).

[fang-emblem]

Nagamas 2022

I was @mahnatti on Twitter's gifter for @nagamas this year! I took the prompt of Robin giving her coat to a cold Olivia.

Yeah I got Olivia's outfit wrong don't worry about it 😔

Close ups;

[kakyoindeservedbetter]

Heya, canislupus-13, I'm your Secret Santa for Nagamas!

I see your rareship of Lenecei and know the hells of lack of content, so hopefully I filled in that gap even by just a little!

[spookyspiderart]

my nagamas gift for aircaliburs on twitter, who wanted one of fe's pink-haired girls! I haven't played the game she's from but she was so fun to draw <3

[bigbluetiger]

I'd like to apologize for the grave lateness on @reyson-needs-an-alt's @nagamas gift.

December & January threw me enough curveballs for a whole baseball game, and I went a bit too much on trying to make the Blotted Ink Pen to work, but somehow I got it working and managed to finally finish it.

Prompt: Reyson & Rosalia Jaye (FEH OC), playing in the snow.

Reyson and Rosalia found an open hill to make snow versions of themselves!

[reyson-needs-an-alt]

A Forbidden Love

A/n: I’m twitter user: mishamaldas Nagamas pitch hitter.  I had a really good time with this fantasy prompt idea.  I’m not too knowledgeable on these two characters, but I tried my best. I hope you like it!  I also posted this to archive of our own.  @nagamas

Warnings: Angst, mentions of death, and force marriages.

Summary: Isadora’s love for her Queen ends in tragedy.

Tags: Angst, death, fairies, forbidden love, Fantasy AU, sad ending

Word Count: 1407

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44482663

Isadora spent most if not all of her life in the service of her Queen. From fighting on the battlefield, to faithfully protecting her people, to guarding her Queen against all foes. She has done it all, that was what she was trained to do.  Trained she was, from the moment she could fly, Isadora was trained to use the sword. A feat that she was indeed good at, and from there she was rigorously trained in the arts of battle from her parents and so forth. She trained all of her life to get to where she is now, the position that was bestowed to her by the Queen herself and what was rightfully hers since birth. A position that her mother before her held during the reign of the former Queen, a title upheld by the women in her life one that she has proudly inherited, the commander of the Royal Guard to the fairy queen of Pherae.

    She has held her title- her position well. All of the training she has endured has served her tremendously. She as served Pherae perfectly and upheld her code of honor like no other. Well, she wishes she could say that last part, but in all reality, she has unbeknownst to her fellow guards, has broken the most important of her code, "not to fall in love with royalty". It was forbidden really, a rule made by those in the royal court to keep both guards and royalty in line. They thought it would be too messy to clean up should issues arise in the relationships, which to Isadora that was beyond reasonable. The royal court just didn't want the royal family to take advantage of their soldier's faith and loyalty and vice versa, not that that would happen, Pherae's rulers both in the past and present were nothing but kind and gentle people, and there had been no issues in the royal guard to warrant such worries. That did not matter in the slightest rules are rules and are not to be broken, but broken they were.

  Isadora couldn't help herself. She couldn't for the centuries that she has been alive stop who she fell in love with. She tried but it just didn't work. The longer she stayed in the service of Queen Eleanora the stronger her feelings got. It was like what her grandmother used to say to her, "The heart wants what the heart wants, and you'd be wise to not try to stop it. For your rationality will not win." Her grandmother's words never rang truer until now, so she did what anyone in her position would do, she allowed her heart to love from a distance and she continued on with her sworn duties. It didn't last long, for her Queen wouldn't allow it. The stolen glances and lingering touches Lady Eleanora sent her way were proof enough that her feelings were mutual.

   The couple soon after confirming their feelings for one another, spent many of nights under the moon's watchful gaze held in each other's embrace.  Isadora couldn't help but let her heart fill unimaginable happiness as every day of the secret relationship brought something new. Every secret meeting was met with lips locked in a passionate embrace, every touch felt like fire, and caress felt like a cloud was holding on to her. She was happy and in love. She knew that her lover felt the same way.  They both knew it was wrong sneaking behind the other's back like one who would steal would, but they just couldn't help it. Noone would understand them or their feelings. Not the council, not her fellow guardsmen, and definitely not her family.

    Every single one of them would look down upon her in disappointment and shame. She knows or a fact that if the royal court were to find out they'd be furious. Isadora knows that they would blame her and make it out to be her fault. A lowly guard defiled their innocent queen and manipulated her into a relationship. The worst part of it all is that she knows that deep down everyone would believe their words. How could they not, what the court says is true, and none has the gall to prove them otherwise. It's just how it is, with Queen Eleanora being unmarried the royal court pretty much runs the kingdom.

    "My love what are you thinking about?"

  A soft melodic voice brought Isadora out of her thoughts. Blue eyes met with concerned pair of purple eyes. In all her ethereal beauty Eleanora, was staring back at Isadora. Her hair the prettiest shade of purple, caressed her pillow made of silk like waves down her back. It almost looked as though her hair was like the waterfall itself. "That's right." She thought to herself, "I'm with my love I shouldn't be thinking about such things."

   "Nothing my beloved!" she answered her as her eyes roved over the delicate features of her lover.  She watched has the soft concerned face of Eleanora, changed into a thoughtful expression.

    "It doesn't seem like nothing. Your presence seems to be elsewhere at the moment, and that's not like you at all."

   Isadora let out a sigh of defeat. Leave to her lady to be ever so observative one. She expected nothing else for her queen. Eleanora was not only beauty, but she was strong willed woman. She was thoughtful and very loving to her people and those who served her, and not to mention her warmth and kindness. These were all characteristics are what made Isadora admire her so much, and they are also what made her fall in love with the fairy queen.

    She paused for a moment to gather her thoughts, before she finally told her lover what was wrong.  "It's just...I was thinking about our relationship and what would happen if the royal court were to find out. I guess I'm just worried is all."

   Eleanora let out a hum in thought, as she tucked a strand of Isadora's blue hair, behind a pointed ear. " It's going to be all right my love!", she started with a smile on her face. "They're not going to find out and if they do then so be it. I'm the queen and I should be able to love whoever it is I please to, and I chose you. If things come to be that they find out then I will request for your hand in marriage, I will fight tooth and nail for our love. I won't let anyone come between us. Even if that means you having to give up your position for a better one, would you?" she said all of this with an uncharacteristic serious look on her face. So, she knew how serious her love was.

  "Yes of course I would!" She exclaimed "I would a thousand times over, all you have to do is ask."

    "Perfect my love! Then you have nothing to worry about. I take care of everything, nothing bad is going to happen you'll see." She said as their lips met. A kiss to seal a promise, but this promise was to be broken. Like some fairy tales, some do not have happy endings. This one was one of them. Sometime after their sealed promise, the council found out about their affair. They, like Isadora already knew, were not happy.  Try as she might Lady Eleanora's pleas for her love were heard on deaf ears. The council saw it fit to marry her Queen off to Elbert who was a noble to a well-off family.  She would then proceed bare a child, who would become the heir to Pherae. Elbert would be crowned king and that would be the end of it, or so she thought.

   Isadora would soon find out that her fate was just as bad. She was to be banished from the Kingdom of Pherae, and to never return again. Not only was she losing the love of her life, but she was also losing her family, her friends, and her comrades. Isadora knew being banished, she wouldn't last very long. Fairies never do, being banished usually means death. She would die, the last of her light would be drained, for she would no longer be sustained by the magic from her home, she'll turn to dust and fade away. No one would remember her, not even her lover.

[nagamas]

Hello! I got GaHoolianGirl (A03) as my giftee! I did the prompt of Claude and Hilda coming back to Fodlan enjoying a snowy day! Or more so just Claude.

[junowritesstuff]

My #Nagamas gift for @justrandomgrill​, I hope you enjoy this one!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fire Emblem Series, Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cyril/Lysithea von Ordelia Characters: Cyril (Fire Emblem), Lysithea von Ordelia Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Fluff, Comfort No Hurt, Established Relationship, Kinda, Some angst, Beta Read, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Intense Handholding, Written for Nagamas 2022 Summary: 

As the thick fog coats the monastery for the night, Cyril is attempting a daring journey across the ground, to bring a very special delivery to Lysithea.

[damoselcastel]

2024 Author's Notes

Oof, my wordcount output really shows how this was a crazy year for me... in a bad way. Admittedly there's some things I worked on but aren't in any sort of show-ing shape.

Here's a yearly-sum-up of my personal thoughts for my written works in 2022 (ones with chapters updates count too), my own personal tradition. All of the fic I listed can be found on my AO3.

JANUARY

Petals and Shards - FE17 Diamant/Celine My gift fic for Nagamas 2023, for a rarepair I was shocked to find someone else also shipping. I honestly found the younger royal sibs interesting across the board, so very much enjoyed speculating on how various political-marriage type ships might go over. Celine could definitely hold her own anywhere, but Brodia seems particularly spicy (fully admit: I picture some stuff going down on the Firene border when Alfred dies too early)

Daemoni - FE14 Marx/Hinoka demon!AU A fic inspired by this great piece of fanart. I started with a full tank of gas in 2023 but sadly ran out and hit writer's block hard (I blame perfectionism towards the big fight scenes). The fic will end at 13 chapters, so I only have a few more...really want to get this fic finished considering how I'd initially came at it. Should also one day do some illustrations, to show off the horned babes.

FEBRUARY

Joyful Labors - FE17 Pandreo/Alear A pinch hit for Nagamas 2023, honestly probably my fave ship for Alear? I'm usually not very fond of Avatar-protags in FE, but Pandreo himself kinda won me over with their support dynamic. I definitely brought some downer knowledge with how friggin' long Cathedrals take to build.

SEPTEMBER

Basking in the Glow - FEH Pandreo/Alear Cowritten with @mrmissmrsrandom , PanLear but in FEH's setting to take advantage of Alt silliness (to give Pandreo the vapors about being surrounded by his beloved god). Funnily enough, we speculated on a santa-lear but got the outfit colors wrong, lol.

NOVEMBER

When a Door Closes, Open a Window - Suzume fic, Iwato Tamaki/Serizawa Tomoya Got a gift of a Suzume/Souta fic and wanted to gift in kind, this being the other age-gap ship we came away with. Kinda irreverent by design, I have more ideas for chapters...just got to get over a particular nit-pick. Will likely be shortish, despite the multi-chap.

MARCH + DECEMBER

Hunger Pangs - FE16 ABO childhood Prequel to Sense of Taste, where it’s mostly the Faerghus four being cute kids and sfw. I’ve notice the trope very rarely ever deals with questions of like, what it’s like pre-puberty with all that presentation weirdness. And then I’m once again wasting Faerghus headcanons by sticking it somewhere no one will read them. I think there’ll only be 3 more chapters, though I have more ideas for the verse- like Dedue’s claiming and a SoT sequel.

Fully admit- failed to keep sanity this year, and I know I'll lose more next year... But I'm planning to crave more time to write, cause don't like this low-wordcount result.

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[nagamas 2022] Flower Dance (Everything's Alright)

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Gen Fandoms: Fire Emblem: Seisen no Keifu | Fire Emblem: Genealogy of the Holy War Relationship: Celice | Seliph & Yuria | Julia Characters: Celice | Seliph, Yuria | Julia Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Restoration of Grannvale, Dreams, Flowers, Gardens & Gardening, Memory Loss Summary: 

“The sunflowers would grow over there,” she tells Seliph once, during a rare occasion of respite in the garden, “I can’t remember who was tending to them before, well, everything, but I remember they were raised with care.”

“Would that have been Mother, by any chance?” Seliph asks, “Or any of your handmaidens, even. I could scarce imagine your lord father would take care of the gardens himself.”

“You’re right, the hand in my dreams does not feel like his,” Julia nods, “It felt more like that of a woman’s.”

Following the flowers in the Imperial Garden, Julia regains some of her memories. 

A Nagamas 2022 gift for @misshallery. Apologies for the delay, and Merry @nagamas​!

Read here.

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A Tale All Their Own (Claude x Lysithea)

Hello again, my lovelies, and happy New Year! I have returned to Tumblr courtesy of the @nagamas event! (Sorry it has taken me so long, life tends to get in my way.) Regular posts will return after this, but first, I would like to wish a very lovely holiday season to my recipient, Denpring, over on Twitter! Somehow, this grew to be a Claude-centric blog, so I found it a little funny that the user I was paired up with had a plethora of Claude prompts to choose from. This one caught my eye right away, and I can't wait to share it with you all!

I hope you receive this gift, Denpring! Enjoy!

The story will continue under the cut.

Stepping outside the small cottage she now called home, Lysithea smiled at the light breeze ruffling her skirt and tossing her hair. The sun beat down lightly onto the warm grass. A perfect day for a picnic.

Off in the distance, she could make out the silhouettes of the three people she loved most. Together, they shifted as the largest one chased the smallest around the great willow tree which had come to be so familiar to her. The third figure could be seen lying on his stomach, a book in his hand and a blanket beneath him.

Her approach was silent, though perhaps it could be attributed to the amount of focus she needed to spend just getting to the tree. Stubborn as always, Lysithea tried to carry everything- napkins, food, and drinks- in one trip.

Though she was quiet, her impending arrival did not go unnoticed by the company near the willow.

“Look, Papa!” came a young girl’s faint cry, “Mama’s got the food all ready!”

“M-Mother!” the boy set down his book once he caught sight of Lysithea, getting up off the blanket and rushing to her side, “You shouldn’t be carrying all that by yourself! Stay there; let me help you!”

She smiled, allowing her son to help her carry the picnic to where he was resting just a moment ago. Claude’s laughter mingled with that of their daughter’s. It appeared her husband had taken advantage of the little girl’s excitement and caught her. He tickled her a bit before she ran away toward her mother, giggling the whole time.

Lysithea and her son just barely caught their balance, unstable after the little girl attempted to hug them both while they walked.

“Careful, sister! We could have spilled the drinks!”

Finally, she made it to the blanket. Claude helped take the beverages from her hands, allowing her to set down the sizable basket weighing down her arm.

“There. Once I unpack all of this, we can start on lunch,” Lysithea remarked proudly. “Sorry it took so long! I had a bit of trouble figuring out how to pack everything.”

“Honestly, Mother, you could just call for help. I would be happy to make a few trips if it meant saving you from spilling lemonade all over yourself!” her son worried.

The woman began unpacking the sandwiches, “I didn’t spill anything! Though I am grateful for the help…”

Her husband just laughed, listening to the playful dispute between the two as their little girl already began to pick at the fruit that had been set out.

Everything found its way out of the basket and onto the blanket. The family took their seats, Claude sitting between the two children as Lysithea sat next to her son. They formed a spacious semi-circle, talking about whatever came to their minds between bites. Discussions of books, studies, magic, flowers, games, and other topics found their home among the lips of the family members.

Naturally, the food didn’t last long. It never did. They were a rather active family after all; Lysithea and her son used their energy to study while Claude and his daughter preferred to train, fly, and play throughout the day.

Like always, their son would work with his mother to clear off the blanket so the family could all lie down and watch the clouds, and like always, their daughter would get bored too quickly and beg her papa to braid her hair. He would always give into her pleas, and the little girl would always follow with the same exclamation:

"Papa, Mama, tell us a story!"

"Who could have guessed?" her brother smiled softly.

Then, Claude and Lysithea would think over the stories they knew, trying to recall one they hadn’t already told (or, if one was requested, they would be relieved of this step).

Out of the corner of her eye from her spot lying on the blanket, the sugar-loving lady caught a grin spreading across the lips of her love.

“Here’s one we haven’t told yet,” he announced. “How about the tale of the prince that gave up everything for a sorceress he fell in love with?”

Lysithea’s brows scrunched up a miniscule amount, “If I’m thinking of the same story you are, then I’m pretty sure the sorceress had to give everything up, too.”

“Ooh! I wanna hear that story!” their daughter beamed.

“Right, but I can’t seem to remember how the story begins,” Claude frowned.

Lysithea took her cue, “It would start when they first met, of course! Years ago, there was a sorceress who spent her time studying anything she could. Naturally, she was exceedingly talented with her magic, but she never limited her studies to tomes.”

“The prince,” the brown haired marksman joined her storytelling, “was known to spend his time flying in the sky on a dragon he had received as a gift when he was young. By the time he grew up, he had become more skilled with the bow than anyone else he faced.”

He continued, “The two met at a great gathering of warriors. The sorceress was attending in the hopes that she could expand upon her studies while the prince was attending to learn how to lead his army.”

“Their relationship grew through meetings alone in the library, or…” Claude thought for a moment, “...no, yeah, that’s pretty much it. Aside from communicating on the battlefield, the two would study together from time to time.”

The little boy nodded, “That sounds useful and practical. I suppose it would be easy to grow close through important work.”

“No! But that’s boring!” their daughter drawled.

Claude gave a small chuckle, kissing her forehead, “Be patient, will you? Every story has to start somewhere.”

“Eventually, a great war began. The sorceress and the prince had to fight for a great many years to bring peace back to their homeland. They lost many of their friends along the way, but they were always able to rely on each other.”

“Oh, so…kind of like the war you and Mama talk about? The…um…the uni..”

“The Unification War,” her brother filled in the rest.

Claude smiled at him, “Exactly like the Unification War. Anyway, during that time, the prince came to realize he had fallen in love with the sorceress. Once the war was won, he quickly asked for her hand in marriage.”

“Yay! She said yes, right?”

Lysithea turned to her daughter, “Actually, if I remember the story correctly, she initially told him ‘no.’“

The boy grew confused, “What? Why?” 

“Well, the sorceress had been keeping a sad secret from her allies. You see, long ago, an evil group of people had captured her. They performed dangerous experiments on her. The experiments succeeded, but there was a catch.”

“That’s so sad!” pouted the younger girl. “I don’t like this story anymore!”

“Hang on. If these experiments had succeeded, then nothing bad actually happened, right? What does this have to do with marriage?”

Claude laughed, then turned to his wife, “I think they both inherited your impatience. Didn’t you kids hear her say there was a catch?”

“They most certainly did not inherit that from me!” Lysithea huffed. “Besides, their curiosity could have come from either of us!”

The little girl tugged on her mother’s skirt, “What was the catch, Mama?”

“Hey, I thought you said you didn’t like this story,” Claude teased.

“The catch,” Lysithea glared playfully at her husband, “was that the color of her hair became white. More horrifyingly, her lifespan had been shortened considerably. The sorceress was destined to die young.”

“But the prince was determined not to let such a thing get between them. As soon as he heard the news, he dropped everything and began working with the sorceress to find a cure. They searched every library they could access.”

“The prince even flew far away to search for a cure. He and the sorceress did not see each other for many months as they continued to hope for a solution.”

“Eventually, the prince returned with a lead…”

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There was a rumble outside the cottage at which Lysithea had taken refuge for the night. An older couple had graciously allowed her to sleep there while she spent her days at the libraries and bookstores nearby.

Someone knocked on her window, and just like that, she was wide awake.

Her head whipped over toward the noise. As soon as she saw who waited on the other side of the glass, the mage raced to unlock the window.

“Claude? What are you doing out here so late? How did you find m-?”

“I can answer everything on the way, I promise.”

The head of the Golden Deer was balancing on his wyvern’s back, extending a hand out to Lysithea.

“Wh-What?”

“I think I found the solution to your problem, but we have to go right now. There isn’t much time left if we want to get you healed in the next decade or so.”

She hesitated, letting his words sink in and thinking for a moment before taking his hand.

“Okay. I trust you.”

Claude extended his other arm, helping her out the window and into his arms. He lowered her onto the wyvern in front of him, then sat and took the reins from behind her.

A faint blush appeared on his neck; not that Lysithea could see it in the darkness.

“We’ll uh…” he turned his head to the side, “we’ll find you something better than those nightclothes on the way.”

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The children were quite invested in the story, looking between their parents as they worked together to weave a captivating tale.

“And so,” Claude continued, finishing his daughter’s braid with a yellow hair tie that complimented her brown hair, “the sorceress and the prince traveled to an island that could not be located on any map. They worked together to create the cure the prince described, using the resources on the island.”

Lysithea nodded, “Just off the shore, a plant with a purple stem and white petals grew beneath the waves. The sorceress waded into the water to retrieve it, though she only found one such plant.”

“On this island,” Claude added, “the shore would turn to pearlsand under the light of the full moon. The prince filled half a vial with it.”

“These ingredients were already quite rare on their own. Finding them both prepared on the same day was nearly impossible; that’s why the two needed to leave right away.”

Claude smiled, supporting Lysithea’s addition, “So the two reconvened. The plant was burned, and its pure ashes were placed into the vial with the pearlsand. The vial was shaken so that the pearlsand would mix with the ash, and the vial was filled the rest of the way with water elsewhere on the island that had never been touched by the light of the moon…”

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Lysithea watched Claude emerge from the darkness, shaking a vial of ash, sand, and water in his hand.

“I’m supposed to drink that?”

Claude’s eyebrows lowered a bit, “No…it’s not supposed to be like this. The way the tome described it…it was more of a-!”

Staring at the vial, their attention focused on the solution as it melted and mixed until the ingredients formed a shimmering silver liquid.

Lysithea’s breath had been taken away, though she wasn’t certain if it was because she was amazed at the transformation or relieved she wouldn’t have to choke down what could only be described as gritty mineral water.

“Yeah. More of a silver,” Claude allowed the corners of his lips to turn up, handing the finished product to the mage.

She eyed him warily, accepting the small glass container, “...you’re certain I’m meant to drink this?”

“Yep.”

“Every drop?”

“That’s what it said.”

“...and you do realize that once it’s gone, it’s gone? No going back.”

“Hey, drink it or don’t! I’m just saying, if we have any shot at keeping you alive…this is probably our best bet.”

Lysithea pursed her lips. Finally, with a determined gleam in her eyes, she held the vial to her lips and drank.

Claude could only stare, waiting for something to happen. The tome didn’t go any further into detail than the recipe. What’s more, he didn’t know how much more of this search he could take. He had no idea how much longer Lysithea had to live, and he was running low on hope.

When she took the vial away from her mouth, it was as clear as when Claude had first bought it. He watched her closely, though he physically gave her space. The archer had no clue what was about to happen, after all.

It was then that the vial slipped through the fingers of the rosy-eyed woman, landing with a light sound on the white shore.

“I feel…strange,” she was swaying a bit, and her eyes found Claude’s own, “...maybe this means…it’s working…?”

“Lysithea?” he noticed her unsure footing. “Lysithea! Hey-! Lysithea, stay with me!”

The prince stepped into her as she lost consciousness, catching her and lowering both himself and the sorceress to the sand.

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“The prince did everything he could to awaken her. Anything he could think of, he tried-”

“Did he try kissing the sorceress?” the little girl piped up. “That works in most of the other stories you’ve told, Papa!”

“Well, he did try that too, but it didn’t work-”

Lysithea’s eyes went wide, “H-Hold on! I’ve never heard this version of the story before! The prince kissed the sorceress? While she was unconscious?”

In a rare moment, a fair amount of red began to dust Claude’s cheeks, “I…he was desperate! He thought she had died, or fallen into eternal slumber…or something worse! Look, the prince was dealing with a curse, and he pulled from the only sources of help he had, okay?”

His son raised a brow, “The prince relied on…fairy tales? That sounds more like an excuse to me.” The boy turned his nose up a bit, “Father, this prince sounds like a creep.”

“Gah! Let’s just move on, then!” Claude covered his eyes with his hand.

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When light penetrated her eyelids, Lysithea began to stir from her slumber.

It took all of Claude’s willpower to keep from smiling.

“Good morning, princess.”

About half an hour after the noble had passed out, Claude held a good suspicion that the potion had worked. Of course, he had made sure to fly them both to the closest inn by that island. The stroke of bad luck came in the form of a language barrier between himself and the innkeeper. Still, it was nothing a bit of money and a V-sign couldn’t communicate.

Lysithea groaned, bringing a hand to her head as she shifted into a seated position. Immediately, she opened her eyes and looked to the man standing across from her.

“I remember what happened,” she started, “but judging by your expression, I don’t know if I want to get my hopes up.”

He helped her to her feet, then pointed her to the bathroom, “Why don’t you go get ready for the day, first? We can talk once you’re ready.”

Claude’s eyes followed Lysithea as she drowsily made her way towards the bathroom, shutting the door.

Not a moment later, a muffled cry came from that very room.

“Oh! M-My hair!”

The grin easily slid onto his face as the door of the bathroom flung open.

“Claude-! My hair-!” her own smile was wider than he had ever seen it, “The color is back-! I-!”

Seeing him smiling too, Lysithea ran to her partner. Laughter spilled from both of their lips as Claude caught her in his arms, hugging her for a moment before picking her up and taking her back to the mirror in the bathroom. He set her down in front of him, both of them continuing to laugh as they stared at the mage’s hair, which was now full of color.

The wyvern rider lowered his head to kiss the top of her head, then brushed her hair out in front of her shoulders.

“I think it’s safe to get your hopes up.”

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“And so, unable to wait any longer with the final barrier between them shattered, the prince proposed to the sorceress. She accepted, and then they lived happily ever-”

“He proposed to her in the bathroom?” Claude’s son recoiled.

“If it’s true love, it doesn’t matter where the question is asked,” the green-eyed man reached over and ruffled the boy’s hair. “All that mattered to them was that they could be together.”

Lysithea smiled, shifting to a seated position, “That’s right. You’ll understand one day when you feel the same.”

“Did you and Papa feel that way, Mama?”

The parents shared a loving look.

“I remember we felt exactly that way.”