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viridwns · 3 years ago

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Could I please get some yandere Sebastian, Grell, Ciel, Alois, Claude and William T Spears headcanons reacting to the reader crying in her sleep cause of a bad dream or something? Oh, and if it's not too much could you make it fluff in the end since I could really do with some fluff right about now

I hope you're okay, sending hugs <3

Ciel and alois are aged up‼️

What the yanderes would do if you woke up crying from a bad dream

Sebastian michaelis

Okay so you had a very bad dream about your past.

So you woke up shivering over your whole body and tears streaming down your face

You really needed some comfort rn

But sebby is a demon and thus doesn't need sleep, so he's probably somewhere in the mansion doing things

You carefully placed your feet on the cold floor and began your search for your demon

You were still shaking and while sniffeling made your way around the mansion

You suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder and let out a squeel

Being so scared that the nightmare became reality for a second

But then you met with a pair of red eyes

He was about to ask you why you were out of bed (mans thought you tried to escape)

But then he saw your tear stained cheeks and everything immediately clicked

He pulled you in his embrace and would tell you it's okay

This demon may be cold, but his embrace is so warm and you just snuggle in his chest crying

Probably would tuck you back in and bring you some warm milk with honey

Would ask if you want to talk about it

If you said yes, he would listen and ensure you that everything is okay no

If you said no, he would distract you with another topic

Would stay with you until you fall asleep again

Maybe cuddle you, depends if he has anything important to do

His darling always comes first ofcourse

Grell sutcliff

She sleeps with you no matter what

My girl is touch starved

Fuck work you know

She probably stares at you until she falls asleep

But while she was cuddling you, she could hear you sobbing quietly

She looks at you and your cheeks are filled with tear stains

She will shake you awake in worry

Once you open your eyes and look at her terrified

Her heart just hurts

Will pull your face in her chest and ask what's wrong

Literally hates to see you cry

If you tell her what's wrong she'll just smile gently at you

You could cook eggs in her blood, istg she's so angry for whatever caused you those nightmares

Would get like a thousand stuffies after that night and would spend the whole day with you

(William punching air rn)

Ciel phantomhive

Was probably working and you were sleeping on the couch in his office

He heard you mumble things in your sleep

Didn't think much of it at first

But it got annoying so he walked over to you

Was about to wake you when he saw your pain filled expression and tear streaming over your cheeks

Gently woke you up and sat next to you

Doesn't know how to react at first

But when you tell him it's the nightmares, his whole mood switches

Very understanding

Will tell you about his own, so you don't feel so alone

My mans is traumatized too

Will ditch his work and cuddle you too sleep

He won't mention it the next day, but will spoil you a little more the next few days

Alois trancy

Okay this dude hmmmm

Cuddles with you every night

He has them nightmares too so he probably has woken up with tear stained cheeks allot

This was one of those nights

But something was different

You were sitting straight up and sniffeling with your hands on your face

He was a little disoriented from his nightmare too so he'll first think it's an illusion or sum

But when you notice him and looked at him he snaps to reality

Will shoot up faster than the flash ever could

Will hug you close

You two were just sitting there, two crying messes

He never feels like talking about his nightmares (i know shocker)

Instead he just gets up and gets a dozen blankets and asks you to help him build a blanket fort

You two have a great time

You'll eventually fall asleep on top of him under all the blankets

He can't sleep anymore, but he doesn't mind because he gets to stare at you the rest of the night

Claude walking in to wake his master, only to find a huge pile of moving blankets

Claude faustus

Would probably sleep with you

He could feel your body jerk a little

Eventually you wake up with a sharp gasp

He'll sit the both of you upstraight

You in his lap, against his chest

Will ask if you wanna talk about it

He deals with alois so he's quite good with things like these

Would get you some tea and something to eat if you want

Would hum you back to sleep

The next morning he draws a bath for you and pampers you the whole day

Doesn't mention the events of that night

Wants to make you feel as comfortable as possible

Checks up on you every night to make sure you'll never have those nightmares again

William T Spears

Has a very tight sleep schedule

Values his sleep deeply and hates it when he gets disturbed

So when you were gently nudging him awake he would be very irritated at first

But when you mumble you had a nightmare and sees the tear stains, he'll give a small sigh and sit you both up.

He'll position you to lay on his chest and will play with your hair

This man will demand to know what's wrong

Ngl he gives the BEST tips

Will talk you to sleep

Like literally

You just fall asleep when he was complaing about how he has to deal with grell and not having enough sleep for that

(He did that on purpose, but shhh don't ask him, he'll deny everything)

Gets you books about nightmares and how to deal with traumas from your past

Will have a weekly talk session with you

You basically just rant about your past and he'll listen to you and gives you tips

I hope you like it!

I literally woke up crying last night and just spend the whole night thinking about this ask. Coincidence??? I don't think so

#x y/n #y/n #anime #anime x reader #black butler x reader #ciel phamtonhive #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere black butler #grell sutcliff #sebastian michaelis #alois trancy #william t spears #claude faustus #yandere kuroshitsuji x reader #yandere black butler x reader

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spn-fanfic-reblog-writes · 2 years ago

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Blood in Heaven and Hell - Chapter 5

Summary: Birthday celebration. Alex makes Dean pie. Castiel gives Alex a gift with a surprise.

Pairing: None

Canon: Supernatural (AU), season 10ish. Bobby Lived. Charlie lived. Angels have their wings back/can fly.

Word Count: ~3.1K

Characters: Castiel, OFC!Alex, MOC!Dean, Sam. Mentions of OFC!Aggie and OMC!Aloy

Warnings: SPOILERS. Cursing. Possible show-level violence. Severe injury.

Author’s Notes: AU Spn. Possible spoilers.

Beta’d: @myloversgone

Feedback is gold.

Chapter 4 || Chapter 6

Bobby left early that morning to help out Rufus a few states over on a case. Alex stayed in her room much of the morning trying to figure out what she should do to help Dean.

Near lunchtime, she decided to make a pie and looked to see what they had for ingredients. She made a *graham cracker pie crust and found a box of vanilla pudding.

Dean came into the kitchen with a very audible inhale, “Whatcha making?”

Alex grinned, “Right now, just a graham cracker pie crust. Trying to decide on the filling.”

“Hmmm, graham cracker,” Dean said. He pursed his lips and tapped his chin in thought.

“Have a recommendation?” She asked.

“There are lots of choices,” he began almost as if a critic or something. “Chocolate, banana cream, pecan, fruit, and jam, um…”

“Let me see what I can scrounge up and I’ll let you know when it is done,” she said as she was grinning ear to ear. He was talking to her. Yes! Who doesn’t love food? She thought, trying to keep herself calm while in her head she was jumping for joy and punching the air excitedly.

Dean walked out with a smile into the library. She left the pudding box out on the counter and headed into her room making sure to close the door. She grabbed her purse and phone and put her boots on. On her phone, she looked to find where the grocery store that the brothers went to all the time was.

The sound of fluttering wings were left in her stead and her room empty. She popped in behind the grocery store and looked around to make sure no one was about before walking in to grab fresh fruit and vegetables. Maybe they’ll let me make dinner tonight, like a beef stew or something. Lots of veggies for Sam. Big ol’ hunk of meat for Dean. She chuckled aloud, thinking of the conversation Sam had with her about the things Dean likes to help make him more comfortable around her. So far, food seemed to be working.

Twenty minutes later, she walked out of the grocery store with two paper bags and walked back behind the grocery store. Another quiet flutter of wings is heard and she is back in the pantry. She put the bags down and started to unload the fresh food when her phone buzzed with a text message.

Sam: Alex, where are you?

She walked out of the pantry and called for Sam.

He walked into the kitchen to find her holding bananas. “Where were you?”

“Oh, I was in the pantry. Had Casi go get a few groceries for me so I could finish the pie and make dinner,” she smiled confidently while inside she felt shaky and nervous. Most people freak out when I tell them I can fly; though Sam and Dean do know Casi, so maybe they won’t? I don’t want to be a taxi service though. She felt mentally frustrated but went back to the kitchen counter to finish making the banana cream pie for Dean.

“You could have asked me. I don’t mind driving you to the grocery store to get stuff,” Sam offered as he looked around the kitchen. “What are you doing?” Sam asked as he approached the counter.

“Making Dean banana cream pie,” she stated as she made the vanilla pudding on the stove. “But don’t tell him it’s for him.”

Sam chuckled and nodded. He then leaned on the counter and looked at her, “Isn’t today your birthday today? Shouldn’t we be making food for you?” he teased.

She looked him dead in his eyes, “I want to make pie and make dinner. If you’re gonna play that game, Mr. Winchester, it’s my birthday and I want to make a pie for Dean and to make a sort of beef stew for dinner tonight. So, shut it and go away or help.” She turned back to the stove, and quickly she stuck her tongue out at him before going back to the pudding, not expecting him to do anything but walk away.

Instead, he went into the pantry and fridge to pull out vegetables and the roast that ‘Castiel’ got for her. Alex pulled out a large straight-sided pot.

Together, Alex taught Sam how to make *“stone soup.”

“That’s a weird name,” Sam said.

“It’s a children’s story,” she began as she took the beef roast and piled them salted and peppered it. “There was a man who had no food but had a fire, a pot, and water. He was a traveler and resting for the night. He decided to place a stone in his water to boil as it was better than nothing. He would stir it up and of course, the water would boil, creating steam that attracts other travelers, so when others would see him, they’d ask him what he was making.

He replied, ‘Stone soup.’ They, being hungry travelers too, offered what they had to add to the stone soup to eat what he was making. One had carrots and broccoli and others had spices. A man had meat to add,” she explained as she placed the finished banana cream pie in the freezer.

“Eventually, it was a delicious soup that was shared among all the travelers. I don’t actually remember all of the story itself. It’s an actual book but the idea is a way of using leftovers to make food; so when I was a kid and my parents hadn’t gone grocery shopping for a bit, my Mom would make stone soup. We would just gather what we had of vegetables and figure out what went together with spices as well as some meat. The next day, we’d go grocery shopping but it became a sort of family tradition, usually once or twice a month, we’d have stone soup.”

She shrugged then added as she watched Sam chop up vegetables, ”It would never be the same either. It was sometimes a soup and other times a stew or a sort of rice dish. It was the same basic idea though. Just use up what you have left.” She put the roast in the pot seating the sides until it was all browned then added two quarts of beef broth (due to the size of the pot), prepping it for dinner that evening. Once Sam was done, they added the vegetables and brought them to a boil before letting them simmer for the remainder of the day.

“Thanks, Alex,” Sam said smiling.

“You don’t need to. I should thank you for the help. You’d make a good sous chef, I think, especially with your knife skills,” She complimented him with a grin. “We should spar sometime. I’d love to see your skills.”

He blushed and scratched the back of his neck as he chuckled, “I’m not very good at throwing knives but pretty good at using them.”

“Well, then, it’s a date. Just tell me when and where Mr. Winchester. When you’re up for it,” she winked and walked back to her room. “I’ll be back in a minute,” she called out. From her room, she came out with a book she found in the library, a pen, and pieces of similar paper, and then sat down at the kitchen table to read and write in the book.

Sam has gone into the library as he was researching a few potential cases.

Throughout the day, Alex received several text messages of birthday greetings and even a few phone calls that she made sure were short; Sam and Dean even left for a little bit which she took to go work on organizing and putting the gym together and left her new project on the kitchen table.

She would periodically check in the ‘stone soup,’ chuckling every time she walked out thinking of her conversation with Sam. It is so easy to talk to him. How is Dean so different from Sam? she wondered. He loves him and family is stupidly important to him, which she really liked about Dean and scared her a little for some reason. Bobby’s words echoed in her head as they tended to when it came to thinking of family: family don’t stop with blood. “Shut up, Bobby,” she whispered to herself.

With that thought, she picked up her phone and called him. Getting his voicemail, “Hey, Bobby. Just checking in to see if you made it there yet. It’s been a good day. I think Sam told Dean it’s technically my birthday despite my making Dean a pie and I’m making them dinner. Sam said food can be a good way to soften up Dean, so I am. Call or text me when you get a chance and tell that son of a bitch, Rufus, to focus on his shit and double check his facts.” She chuckled and hung up.

She skimmed through her messages and replied thank you for the birthday wishes. None were from her family but that was normal. Birthdays were no different than any other day to her family. She decided to call her Father and got his voicemail as well. “Hey Dad. Hope everything is going well. Just chilling and looking for a case. If you got one and like company, lemme know.” She quickly added, “Other than a spirit would be nice. Lemme know if you hear from the other two. They’ve been silent for most of the year now from what I can tell.” She hung up and chewed on her lower lip.

The gym was almost put together but she decided to check on dinner. She heard the brothers walking down the stairs talking quietly as she entered the kitchen. “Hey,” she yelled out to them. “Find what you needed?”

It was suddenly quiet. She stirred the pot and waited with a grin on her face, curious if they were actually going to do something with it being her birthday. She mentally cringed at the thought of them trying to give her a gift since they only met like a few days ago, and she really just wanted a nice dinner. She rolled her eyes and hushed her brain as she picked up the book and continued to read. She took nearly page-sized pieces of paper and wrote on them then stuck them into the book between the pages. “I’m gonna have to rewrite, like, half this book, at least,” she grumbled and sighed.

She walked out into the hall to her bedroom and called out, “I’m going to my room. I’ll be back out in about 15-20 minutes to stir the pot.”

There was more shuffling and quiet talking. “Thanks,” Dean called out. Alex giggled as she walked back into her room and closed the door.

She received a text from Sam a few minutes later telling her he would stir the pot and just chill for a while. She agreed and kept working on her project.

About thirty minutes later a thought occurred to her, a flutter of wings was heard and her room was empty.

An hour later, Dean came and knocked on Alex’s bedroom door. When a response did not come, he opened the door to find it empty. He thought for a moment then headed to the gym. He saw it surprisingly was nearly finished. She must have been doing this by herself, but then he remembered that she probably is much stronger than she seems because of the angel-demon stuff. He felt nervous at the thought. It is such an odd thing to be both angel and demon and be alive. He knew she had to be extremely powerful, which made him uncomfortable. Other than Castiel, he has not had a very good relationship with Angels, let alone demons; in addition to how he was a demon only a few months ago. Dean shook his head, ignoring the uneasiness of his demonic past, and walked back to the kitchen.

He turned the corner into the kitchen to see Alex holding a crate and talking to Castiel in the foyer. Castiel grinned wide and took the crate, obviously excited. Alex reciprocated the excited, wide grin and watched him. They walked into the kitchen.

Sam turned around, “Hi!” He looked at Alex.

“Hey, sorry, I was thinking and wanted to talk to Casi, so we didn’t make it back to my room.” She shrugged.

“That’s because there is a surprise for you,” Castiel explained.

Alex looked confused, “Why? I didn’t do anything.”

“You bought us a gym,” Dean stated. “And have been putting it together by yourself. How strong are you?”

Alex blushed and looked to her feet, then shyly shrugged.

Sam walked over to Dean and poked him in the chest, silently mouthing ‘Stop it’, then moved to his brother’s side.

“Right,” Dean began and Alex looked back at him. “It’s your birthday, Alex. We wanted to do something for you.” His face changed as he spoke, softening, sort of. The hard edge of his jaw seemed to relax, as did his body, to a point.

Sam must have forced him to join in. This will be awkward. I hate it when people do this, She thought disdainfully to herself. She closed her eyes and quickly put on a mask, just like working a case, a genuine-appearing smile that touched her eyes and forced her body to relax. It’s a show for them, she thought. Note to self: rip Bobby a new one. This has him all over it. She mentally rolled her eyes as she looked at Dean then at Sam.

Sam smiled, “Yes, we got you an ice cream cake and some candles to make a wish.”

Alex covered her face and giggled as she remembered the flirtations with Dean about her age last week.

Sam and Dean were confused as they had completely forgotten about last week.

Alex takes a few deep breaths, “So, this is how you find out my age, huh, Dean? It’s confusing though.”

Dean’s eyes widened, remembering the conversation, and chuckled.

“Technically, I was born in 1992 but because of how time moves in Hell, quicker, I was 10 when we came back topside. So, the delightful angels made my birth year 1982 since it is chronologically correct. I’ve only been alive for 23 years despite my body chronologically being 33,” Alex grinned the whole time trying not to laugh as she watched Dean’s face fall into confusion which looked very similar to how Sam’s was.

Castiel looked at her, his brow furrowed, “I thought you went with your chronological age?”

“I do. It’s just fun to fuck with people,” she responded.

Castiel nodded in understanding with a small smile when he looked at Sam and Dean. He went back to the small jars in the crate and pulled one out looking at the handmade label. “Oooo,” Castiel said as he opened the clear jar of honey with ‘Mississippi Gulf coast’ written on the lid.

“Try the one from northern Georgia, so yummy,” Alex recommended.

Sam suddenly chuckled and shook his head, “You’re something else, Alex.”

“Oh, you’re just scratching the surface there, Sam.”

Dean had grabbed a beer out of the fridge and was sipping it, appearing a bit irritated, which made Alex smile.

He looks so hot when he is irritated. What is wrong with me? Friendly. Goal is friendship. Ugh. You got problems, Alex. She thought and mentally facepalmed herself.

Sam was gathering dishes to set at the table when Dean leaned over and quietly asked, “So, how old is she?”

“She’s 33, Dean,” Sam replied and shook his head at him, and finished setting the table up.

“I made you pie, Dean,” Alex suddenly said. “It’s banana cream and in the freezer.”

“She also made dinner,” added Sam.

“Sam helped a lot,” she added.

Dean was surprised to hear the pie was made for him. It was her birthday. She should be making things she likes and for herself.

Dinner went over well. Castiel even tried it. They sang happy birthday to her. The ice cream cake turned out to be Oreo which Dean admitted to asking Bobby what her favorite cake was.

Alex reminded Dean about the pie and that he didn’t have to share with anyone unless he wanted to. Dean blushed slightly and thanked her for thinking of him despite it being her day.

Castiel stood up and gave Alex a hug out of the blue; he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, plain box. “Happy birthday, Alex.”

She looked confused at him, “Thank you.“ She set the box on the table and carefully opened it, looking inside.

A sudden purple plume of smoke erupted from the box, quickly engulfing the room and everyone except Alex fell to the floor unconscious. “Fucking A,” she yelled. She checked the Winchesters first and they seemed fine.

“They’re not engaged with you, so they appear asleep to you,” said a female voice.

Alex turned to the voice, her face covered in disgust. “If you were here in person, I would kill you on the spot.”

“You say that every time,” she chuckled at Alex.

“Just making my intentions towards you clear and consistent. You're obviously afraid of me or you’d show up,” Alex challenged. “What do you want, Agnes?”

“I came to say Happy Birthday to my little sister,” Agnes almost sang as she spoke.

Alex only gave Agnes a look of no more than anger and disgust. “I don’t accept it. Now release me and fuck off.”

“You know, I can keep you in here for days,” Agnes challenged her.

“Ok,” Alex began. “Do your worst. It cannot be any worse than what you’ve already done to me.” She waved her hand at her, “Come on.”

Agnes responded with a wicked grin. “You have no idea what you’ve done.”

“That’s what you think,” Alex smirked.

Alex had collapsed on the kitchen table, unconscious. The purple plume had engulfed her face and delved into her mouth and disappeared as if it had a mind of its own.

Everyone went to her to try to see what happened but she was unresponsive.

Castiel examined her then touched her face. “Her mind is entrapped in some kind of spell. I cannot penetrate it.”

“I’ll call Rowena,” said Sam, picking up his phone as he spoke.

Reference:

*Stone Soup story

*Graham Cracker Crust Recipe

Tag list:

@riley-phoenix

@fluffiest-dreams

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mommymooze · 3 years ago

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Hermann Vestra- Tidbits

Lord Lonato’s Rebellion

Hermann was imprisoned by Seteth and Rhea for the entire time of the quest. Although it was the rebellion of the Western Church, and he is from the Eastern Church, he demands true and complete answers from Rhea as to why children were sent to do her ‘dirty work’ and why did she not allow the disputing church to air their grievances as it is explained in the Sothis Chronicles, Book 5, Chapter 17.

It is rumored that the next time Hermann saw Catherine, he gave her a black eye that would not fade for three weeks no matter how much faith magic was poured into it.

When he next enters the library, the other 9 books of the Sothis Chronicles are there, however book 5 is missing.

Conand Tower / Miklan

The Blue Lions request the assistance of Hermann for this quest. Ever since Hermann found out details of Miklan, he has been speaking with Sylvain. They sit at a small bonfire in the courtyard, talking the night before they leave for Conand Tower.

“You must have the strength to fight for what you believe in. You must do what is right.” Hermann pats Sylvain on his shoulder.

“You’re right. I can’t clean up after him any longer. He must be brought to justice. I will not run from him any longer.” Sylvain grits his teeth, a determined look on his face.

They stare into the fire, quietly watching the flames flicker and dance.

“Did you know that he threw me into a well? Right before a thunderstorm. I almost drowned. Then he left me out in the snow up on a mountain to freeze to death. I was just a kid.” Sylvain shakes his head, pulling his knees closer to his chest.

Hermann scoots closer to Sylvain, putting his arm around his shoulder. “Oh Sylvain. You are well aware as to who my brother is. Let me share with you some of his ignoble deeds. I’ll even show you a few scars to go with each story.”

“Damn, I wish you would have let me bring alcohol. This would have been a fucking awesome party. Maybe we should start a club. We’ll call it the ‘Victims of Fucked up Evil Brothers Club’. What do you think?” Sylvain grins.

Flayn’s Disappearance

Hermann immediately notices the change in Seteth’s demeanor. How desperately Seteth needs to have his sister returned safely. He makes certain to include both Flayn and Seteth in all of his prayers. He also provides words of comfort to Seteth.

“Please, you must eat something Seteth! What will Flayn say when you are reunited? You are wasting away to nothing!. Drink some water. Have faith, the goddess hears our prayers.” Herman urges the assistant to the Archbishop to try and eat the hearty soup he had prepared just for him.

In the catacombs below Garreg Mach, Hermann is on the front lines next to Byleth. His great axe taking out two enemies at once. The door that is locked that must be holding Flayn is no match for his great axe as he slices through wood and metal.

Claude steps back and mumbles, “Hey dude, don’t let me get in your way. Who needs a key with you around.”

Hermann stares into the glowing red eyes of the abomination before him. There is the skeletal visage of the Death Knight. The foul creature laughs as he glares down at the Golden Deer.

“My blade has been sharpened...and it craves flesh," the Death Knight rumbles.

“Foul beast! Return to the hell from whence you came! In the name of the progenitor god Sothis I banish thee!” Hermann raises his hands towards the Death knight, palms open and a look of fierce determination on his face. What seems to be a flash of light bolts from his palms to the enemy’s chest.

The Death Knight collapses, falling from his steed and hitting the ground just as the Flame Emperor appears. “You’re…done for now.” He announces as the Death Knight disappears.

Jeritza wakens in the designated catacomb below the monastery where Hubert and several of his spies tend to him.

Jeritza sits up from being on the ground, takes the mask from his head, looks into the face of it and shudders, throwing it ten feet away.

“Where am I? What am I doing here?” Jeritza looks around, shocked at his surroundings. “Why am I here, Hubert? I want ice cream.”

Hubert shakes his head and groans, he instructs a spy to fetch Arundel, they’re going to have to reprogram the Death Knight. Hubert then uses magic to draw a comical visage of his brother, then proceeds to punch it until the blood is running from his knuckles enough to blot out the face as he curses his sibling in five different languages.

Remire

The Death Knight appears, only to retreat at the sight of Hermann.

Hermann is horrified at the sight of the innocent villagers. Families torn apart by the evil spell they are under. Dedue is holding him back as the Flame Emperor appears, Felix keeping a hand over Hermann’s mouth. Hermann stays in Remire until the last of the dead is buried, until the last bit of healing is necessary for the survivors.

He writes letters beseeching the Eastern Church to send aid to the villagers. He also speaks with Seteth on multiple occasions and only stops when Seteth agrees to send some of the Knights of Seiros to work on rebuilding the village.

The Ball

Hermann is as excited as this is an excellent distraction from all of the horrible things that have been happening. He provides dancing lessons to anyone that seeks them. He represents the Golden Deer for the White Heron Cup. Alois cries, Manuela nearly swoons, and Shamir’s jaw drops open until she physically has to close it as Hermann performs his dance.

Hermann dances with anyone that wishes to accompany him. His perfect stance and moves, yet he always leaves room for the goddess. Seteth declines his request for a dance, he does allow Flayn to dance with him after she begs her brother for 30 minutes. Ferdinand is a gushing mess when Hermann finishes dancing a lovely waltz with him.

Hermann hesitantly approaches Edelgard to see if she wishes to dance. She looks inviting towards him, until Hubert steps between them and threatens his half brother within a centimeter of his life. Edelgard sighs heavily and decides to approach Professor Byleth for a dance.

Hermann does find the spiked punch. He advises the kitchen staff that this particular drink has turned bad and quickly requests that it be removed. He ignores the intentional shoves in the back from Claude and Sylvain who call him a party pooper.

@fireflyfalcon2309 for you and the 2 other people that read about this impossibly handsome man.

#fe3h #hermann vestra #fire emblem three houses

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jeonggukieandcream · 5 years ago

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Save Me and Hold Me Tight

Request: Kuroshitsuji AU where Ciel and Alois work their shit out but Claude is still dead, and Ciel and Sebastian kinda take Alois in and train him in tough love to be a more civilised person, and after a while he ends up being good friends with everyone - @flupetyflupflupp

Word count: 2, 487.

They find him broken and bleeding underneath a large oak tree, its branches spindly; its leaves brown and dying. It was a sorrowful scene, but one in which change could be made for the better.

Ciel and Sebastian are here presented with a choice as they take in the grisly scene:

Leave Alois to die, or save him.

They have seconds to make a decision before Alois' heart gives out, the blood loss from the extent of his injuries too great, and the decision is made for them.

Blood spilled out from Alois' physical wounds; used though Ciel was to seeing violence, for often was he the one ordering for it to be carried out, Ciel gasped at the sight.

It was not the wounds which Alois had obtained which so disgusted Ciel, but the fact that this was a broken contract; a treacherous demon.

In that moment did Ciel know how truly lucky he was to have such a devoted demon, and a noise of shock and, dare he think it, pain ripped from Ciel's throat, though quickly did he attempt to disguise it as a cough.

“I know, Young Master.” Venomous rage dripped from Sebastian's every word, though his facial expression and body language was carefully schooled into one of indifference.

“We must help him, Sebastian.”

“Young Master?”

“That's an order, do you hear me? We will take him in. Heal him. Show him a different way. He's not so separated from me, after all.” Ciel's voice shook with barely suppressed anger and sadness, for himself and for Alois, but he swallowed the bitter taste down and used it for power, motivation.

“Young Master, he may be too far gone. So impressionable an age, so unseemly a demon...”

“We have to try.” Resignation. Determination. Sorrow. Rage.

Red eyes flashed fuchsia. “Yes, my lord.”

With as much tenderness as he usually displayed towards Ciel did Sebastian cradle Alois' abused, broken and battered body in his arms. He didn't hug Alois to his chest, though. That is a privilege only for his Young Master.

Soma and Agni were Sebastian's first thought; Alois would need constant supervision and a gentler touch while he was physically healing.

Upon hearing the very basics of what had happened to this boy – on a strictly need to know basis, of course - one who had so many similarities to Ciel that he was a literal parallel, the two men agreed.

Soma would be the more eager of the two, wanting to make friends with Alois and spend more time with Ciel, whereas Agni would be mentally preparing himself, for he would know that a rough time was ahead for all of them; but most especially for this young boy.

Upon hearing even the smallest of details about the entire situation, everyone, even the household staff, wouldn't be able to stop themselves from comparing Ciel to Alois, and this makes everyone determined to help Alois as best as they can.

There is nothing happy about this.

The solemn air which was in the Phantomhive Manor seemed to grow exponentially as the reality of the matter settled into the fine layer of dust which covered the lesser used rooms.

People's attentions were directed elsewhere; particularly the kitchen staff, whom were kept far away from Alois' chambers – they would be easy targets and the last thing Sebastian wanted to tend to was more wounds.

His Young Master had enough of those, thank you very much.

For the first week or so, Sebastian keeps Alois well sedated.

It's for his own good; he's so injured that the slightest movement could rip open his stitches.

No Doctor from the nearest town is called, despite Agni's vehement and frequent advice.

Sebastian is quite proficient, and so he undertakes the task himself. He is, after all, simply one hell of a butler.

His wounds are so severe that it takes Alois weeks to heal to such a point that Sebastian feels that it is safe to keep Alois awake; this is where tenderness is replaced by tough love and everyone feels its effect within an hour of the teenager first waking up.

Firstly, Alois has two fears: the dark and being left alone.

These two fears are discovered at precisely the same time as a weary Agni bids Alois a good night and tries to remove the candelabra from the bedside table on his way out of the door.

Alois jumped upright, almost tearing his stitches and setting fire to his bed, as the candelabra wobbled when his hand closed around Agni's slender wrist.

“No! Don't leave me! You – you can't!”

“Oh, heavens,” Agni would go into full on Mother Hen mode as he put the candelabra back on the bedside table and sits gingerly on the edge of the bed. “Why ever not?”

“I'm scared.” A quiet, ashamed mumble.

A resigned sigh from the doorway. “I'll stay with him. Can't have him waking the household. You may leave, Agni.”

Ciel starts to camp out in Alois' room from that first night of consciousness onwards and within a week, Sebastian moved Ciel's bed and immediate possessions into Alois' room.

The two bicker and physically fight like no one's business, but Agni and Sebastian do a very good job at not only separating the two when it's required, but also dispelling any tensions before they really begin.

At night time, the fighting stops as the two teenagers fall back on mutual understanding; they're not so different.

Once, Sebastian and Agni walked in on Alois throwing Ciel off the balcony, and then jumping down after Ciel, pummelling him with punches after punches.

Somehow did Ciel manage to roll their lithe bodies so that he was on top of Alois, and they traded punches.

Hearing the scuffles from the next room over did Agni and Sebastian rush into the foyer, barely exchanging a glance with each other before they rushed over to separate the two teenagers; naturally, Sebastian scooped Ciel up and cradled him protectively to his chest, and Agni grabbed Alois by his upper arms and pulled him away from the scene.

“I say! What an unseemly display!”

Ciel huffed. “It was nothing. A misunderstanding.”

Sebastian's concerned, “are you quite well, Young Master?” was drowned out by Alois' indignant cry of, “you're all just like him! My Claude... My heart was trapped in his deceptive spider's web but I only desired him...”

Rage turned to sorrow, and the pain in his voice rippled uncomfortably throughout the room.

A click resounded in Sebastian and Agni's minds as they both realised that now could the true healing process commence.

Ciel shivered, clung to Sebastian's frame. Sebastian gripped him tightly – hold on to me – and the demon shot Agni A Look; this meant that each butler would take their charges and physically separate them for the duration of the day.

Agni, having to take care of Soma and Alois, left the two young teenagers while he cooked a curry for dinner – Soma, eager to get to know Alois, tried desperately to crack through Alois' facade, to break through the anger and reach the corrupted core of the sadistic but deeply hurting boy.

Something occurred throughout the day for both teenagers, for come night time, did Ciel end up climbing into Alois' bed after an hour of listening to Alois tossing and turning.

“Move over.” Ciel huffed, and though Alois initially stiffened up and refused to move, Ciel only moved to the other side of the bed and clambered in, taking Alois' agreement in his total apathy – Ciel knew that Alois didn't really want to say no, it was self preservation which made him rude and cold, and so in Alois' silence was consent.

Come morning, when Sebastian rapped upon the door with the second knuckle of his gloved index finger, Agni hovering behind him – both were braced for war, even at this early hour when the sun still hadn't quite risen above the horizon – they found the two teenagers in bed together, facing one another.

Alois' blonde hair spilled over the pillow like a halo, Ciel's raven locks mingled and joined with the blonde, so closely were they laying together, and it was like a physical representation of Yin and Yang.

To Agni, anyway.

To Sebastian, it looked like a devil (raven locks) and an angel (blonde hair); he found irony in this, for though his Young Master's hair was dark, he was decidedly more angelic than the boy with the blonde hair.

He was probably biased, though.

Another breakthrough was made this day, for any time after that, if one of them had a nightmare, then the other would climb into their bed.

They didn't hug, they didn't do anything more than simply share a bed, and sometimes would sentences fall from their lips, hushed confessions spoken into the darkness which enveloped them, and it was almost like therapy on their weary souls.

Sometimes, Sebastian would come in too; shadows writhing on the walls, between pieces of furniture, and he would stand just inside the doorway; carmine eyes flashing fuchsia as he listens to the two teenagers talking.

Both of them knew that the demon was there, as silently had Sebastian and Ciel taken Alois under their firm guidance.

It was hard. Sometimes, Sebastian would answer their whispered confessions with logical statements to dispel their sorrows, many of which were shared.

Sometimes, he would dip his chin so that the shadows in the room enunciated his aristocratic cheekbones, a devilish smirk on his face as he just listened with his arms crossed behind his back.

Sometimes... oh, sometimes, the space where his heart should be would clench in awe and almost sadness at how much grief, pain, rage and sorrow which these two souls – both so young, so young, and yet so tired, bore on their shoulders.

Over the weeks and months, everyone in the Phantomhive Manor had to establish a new system of communications.

Alois was short tempered and rough of manners. He was demanding, callous, sadistic and he behaved atrociously.

Even by Soma's standards, Alois was just rude.

Often times, after Alois snapped or yelled at someone, Sebastian's spine would straighten as he drew himself up to his full height, displeasure flashing across his face before his expression schooled into its usual calm indifference.

“Would you like to try again with a different tone, young Trancy?”

“No.” A petulant whine. Crossed arms and a pout.

“Very well.” Sebastian would leave it at that, cold and uncaring, and Alois, so desperate for approval and affection, would immediately stammer out the same words in a gentler tone, or he would try to reword everything in a wholly different tone; it depended on what he had said and the context in which it was spoken.

One time, Mey-Rin served Alois eggs for breakfast and Alois flung the plate on the floor.

Or, he tried to.

Sebastian caught the plate, set it back on the table so that nothing was disturbed – he had been so fast that the plate hadn't even gone over the edge of the table before he had caught it – and in the same movement scooped Alois up unceremoniously and without all the usual reverence which he displayed towards his Young Master,

Alois was sent to his room for the rest of the day.

By three in the afternoon, Ciel had huffed, flung his pen down, and gone to his shared bedroom with the blonde teenager.

Hours passed and none knew of what transpired in that room.

But when it was dinner time and Alois shuffled out of the bedroom with Ciel eyeing him pointedly, Alois offered a quiet, timid yet genuine apology to Mey-Rin and everyone else.

He knew he was forgiven when, in a clipped British accent did Sebastian say, “That is acceptable. You may join us for dinner if the Young Master is agreeable.”

Ciel was.

Almost six months after Alois joined the Phantomhive Manor did he meet Lizzie, and he was cooed over, hugged, cuddled and even kissed once on the cheek!

She had heard beforehand what had happened to him – she knew as much as Soma and Agni did, which is to say, they knew enough to know that he needed help, even if they didn't exactly know why.

She would definitely be the one to help Alois the most, treating him with all the kindness that she naturally carried within her – kindnesses which Ciel often shunned.

I feel like Alois would end up telling Ciel to treat Lizzie with more kindness and Ciel would scoff and remind Alois of how he treats everyone.

They would both promise to just try to be nicer to everyone and to themselves.

At every meeting, Lizzie was her usual exuberant self, Ciel his usual apathetic self, Sebastian his usual attentive self. Soma and Agni were off in London doing who knew what, and the household staff were all attending to their never ending duties with explicitly stated instructions spoken twice so that they knew that Sebastian was being completely serious when he said to not get into any trouble.

So. Recovery was slow. It was painful for everyone, but most especially for Ciel and for Alois; two teenage boys who had been through such similar horrific things.

If Alois had been given a demon like Sebastian, then he would have found a place to call his own, a home.

But instead he had been very nearly killed by his demon, the one being who was supposed to keep him safe.

Nothing was easy in their lives and nothing ever would be easy, but they took it an hour at a time if they had to, and a day at a time when it seemed to be going well.

Alois' sadism would be mellowed out, Ciel's anger soothed with a like minded companion, and Sebastian would find himself not wholly wanting to complete the contract, for he found that he rather liked what he had with this contracted soul.

It was bittersweet that something that grew into beauty came from so much pain, but it's a cruel fact of life that the most deserving of souls are fated to suffer the harshest hands.

#alois trancy #alois trancy au #kuroshitsuji #kuroshitsuji imagine #kuroshitsuji au #black butler #black butler imagine #black butler au

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crackimagines · 5 years ago

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Imperial Space Marine finds himself in Fodlan. Hilarity ensures.

To say I had fun with this prompt is...a bit of an understatement.

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In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war.

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BRIEFING:

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DEATHWATCH MARINE DEPLOYED: Andrus Cassius, Ultramarines.

MISSION: Investigate possible T’au Warp/FTL experiment. Search and Destroy.

Use any means necessary to complete the mission.

The Emperor Protects.

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PROLOGUE

Andrus walked through the woods, his helmet’s visors lighting up the night.

Scanning everything in his vicinity, this world didn’t seem anything like the facility he had just infiltrated.

It was lush and full of life.

The factory he was in did not even have a scrap of grass when he made his way near the entrance.

He decided to put that to the side for now, it was clear that the portal had sent him to a different planet.

The mission to eliminate the prototype was a success, escaping was another story.

Security was hot on his heels as he tried stealing one of their ships as the explosion took over the entire facility.

His luck ran out when the explosion overwhelmed him and the ship. It seemed like the explosion was actually the prototype activating as it destroyed itself.

It didn’t seem like anything was hostile on this planet however, so the coast was clear.

“Only a matter of time before the T’au find me. I have to get out of here until then,” he thought to himself.

He checked the ammunition in his Boltgun. His ammo was mostly full, which he thanked himself for reserving the use of.

Andrus holstered his Boltgun and checked his chainsword, the revving of the engine was still smooth, if a little bloody.

When he looked up, his helmet displayed information that a settlement was nearby. Andrus had the helmet zoom in, checking the population of the town.

When he saw several humans standing guard with spears and armor seeming that of Terra’s ancient times, he sighed in relief.

It seemed that this planet was run by Human forces, albeit it seemed like they hadn’t had contact with the Imperium of Man in a very long time if they were still using such primitive weapons.

He stepped out of the trees and walked towards the guards outside.

(Guard) “Halt! Who....goes...?”

Andrus was used to people’s reactions at this point. He stood at around 9 feet, so he easily towered most people. Most of the subjects of the Imperium revered Space Marines as if they were some sort of deity.

A God walking amongst mortals, is what some would say.

Regardless, he had to make this quick. The mission was completed and it needed to be reported as such.

(Andrus) “His greetings upon you, subject of the Imperium. I need to get in contact with my superiors. Who is in charge around here.”

(Guard 2) “Uh...Who are you?”

(Andrus) “I am Andrus, an Astartes of the Emperor of Mankind. An angel of death.”

(Guards) “...”

(Andrus) “...A Space Marine.”

(Guard) “Buddy, what the hell’s a space marine?”

Although he had his helmet on, he was shocked at their reaction. At first sight, most people knew what he was. These guards however looked like as if they could care less of what he was.

Slowly realizing this, Andrus put his hands near his boltgun.

(Andrus) “You are subjects of the Imperium of Man, are you not?”

(Guard) “We’re part of Remiere village pal. And what’s with the getup? You from the army or something?”

Clearly, something was wrong. They did not know who their own rulers were, yet...

(Andrus) “I apologize, I must have mistaken this place as something else. Is the town open?”

(Guard) “Sure but, I think people’ll stare at ya like a freak. Not everyday we get someone as huge as you.”

Andrus nodded and was about to make his way into town before he heard a voice behind him.

(Girl’s voice) “E-Excuse us!”

He turned around and his helmet outlined three people coming towards him.

Two boys and a girl, seemed like teenagers.

They stopped when they saw him, completely forgetting what they were about to say.

(Boy in yellow) “Holy crap! Uh, sorry to bother you sirs but could you help?”

(Boy in blue) “There are bandits after us!”

(Girl in red) “We are sure our school can pay you whatever compensation you require, but please!”

Andrus looked at the three and the clothes they were wearing.

They were students of some fancy academy it seemed, and it didn’t seem like this place was under Chaos corruption as he suspected.

Whatever the case, now wasn’t the time to gawk. These children were under attack, so the questions would come later.

(Andrus) “Fear not. I will help you for no charge, guards I recommend sealing the gate to the towns. You kids go in as well-”

(Girl in red) “That is not necessary. We can hold our ground as well.”

(Boy in yellow) “Yeah, all we needed was a bit of help. Name’s Claude by the way! That’s Dimitri and Edelgard.”

Andrus nodded, and took out his boltgun.

(Andrus) “I am Andrus. Now, where are these bandits?”

An arrow zoomed by and hit the wall behind Andrus, and saw several bandits were coming from the forest, armed with axes and knives.

Andrus held his boltgun in one hand and took out the chainsword in another.

(Andrus) “Make them pay for this assault! CHARGE!”

Andrus took off running towards the first wave of bandits and began to lay waste.

With a crack of his boltgun, the upper half of a bandit exploded into red paste, and forced the chainsword into the hips of another bandit, cutting through him like a hot knife.

Andrus was expecting these bandits to begin firing any kind of conventional weapons like Bolt pistols, autoguns or lasguns. If any were even present this battle, it was not revealed yet.

Deciding not to waste precious ammunition, Andrus holstered back his boltgun and continued to use his chainsword.

A bandit tried to charge him and slammed the axe into his power armor, it scraping off and not even making a scratch.

Andrus grabbed the bandit’s head, lifting him up into the air and digging his chainsword straight through his chest.

Several arrows flew and deflected off his helmets, making barely a sound as it fell to the ground.

He looked at the bandits trying to attack him with more arrows, but one of them was hit by an arrow, alerting the whole group.

Dimitri and Edelgard rushed in and cut down the rest before they could run.

(Andrus) “Hmph, not bad fighters.”

Andrus lifted the chainsword upwards, splitting the bandit’s head cleanly in two as he shook off the blood and continued to charge.

The ones who were still brave enough attempted to gut him, with their swords completely snapping upon contact with his power armor.

Andrus used his free hand to punch one of them, but the force he was using seemed to be too much, as his head flew off and the body crumpled.

Another bandit was kicked towards the ground, and he slammed his heel onto his chest, making his limbs fly off everywhere as he exploded from the sheer force.

(Bandit) “What the hell is he?!”

(Bandit 2) “N-No way in hell I’m fighting that!”

Bandits near Andrus began running out of fear, seeing what he did to their friends.

He turned his head to several more bandits in the distance, looking straight at them. Andrus was trying to scan what weapons, but apparenly his gaze alone was enough to make them flee in terror.

(Bandit Leader) “Hey, why are you all running?!”

Andrus turned to the bandit leader and raised his chainsword once more.

The leader flinched, not expecting to see a massive man covered in his men’s blood.

Edelgard, Dimitri, and Claude stood behind him, weapons ready.

He smiled to himself as he started revving his weapon.

(Andrus) “Come, show us what passes as fury among your misbegotten kind!”

The bandit leader dropped his weapon and immediately fled with the others.

Andrus grunted, not feeling entirely satisfied that they weren’t all dead at his hands.

Oh well, the kids were safe enough so he supposed that was good for now.

He turned to face the kids and nodded.

(Andrus) “None of you are injured?”

(Dimitri) “No sir. That was incredible what you did!”

(Claude) “Aaaaand terrifying. Don’t forget that.”

(Edelgard) “S-Sorry about that comment. You have our thanks for helping us.”

(Andrus) “Of course.”

(Alois) “Don’t worry kids! The knights of Seiros are...Hey, they’re getting away! After them!”

Several knights chased after the bandits as their captain made his way over to the group.

(Alois) “Thank the goddess you’re alri-IIIIIIGHT...AHEM! Greetings sir...?”

(Andrus) “Andrus. You are part of their academy, I presume?”

(Alois) “Nice to meet you, Andrus! And um, yes, we’re their chaperones if you will. Though it seems their old professor is nowhere to be found. He must’ve ran, the coward!”

It seemed like he was a little nervous as happy as he sounded, so Andrus decided it would be best to remove his helmet to show that there was a human, and not a monster under the suit.

(Andrus) “Leaving children of the Emperor at the mercy of vagabonds is unforgivable in His eyes.”

(Edelgard) “Oh, actually I am the only one from the Empire.”

(Claude) “Yeah, she’s the princess, though she doesn’t look like it.”

(Edelgard) “Hmph. I could say the same of you, Claude. You don’t exactly look like a future leader of the Leicester Alliance yourself.”

(Dimitri) “Both of you are acting like children. You must be confusing Andrus.”

To say that they were confusing him would be a grand understatement. He had no idea what in the hell was going on.

(Alois) “Now now, regroup with the rest of your class before anything else happens. And Andrus, would you like to come along? You don’t seem to be doing anything, and we would be happy to compensate you.”

Andrus turned to Alois and stood for a moment.

He was in a completely foreign land, with technology that seems to have degraded in the most severe way, with people who did not even know what the Imperium of Man was.

Cut off from his superiors and most likely anything he knew from the Milky Way galaxy, he had no choice.

(Andrus) “I will comply. Let us go, then.”

#shitpost #fire emblem three houses imagines #fire emblem three houses headcanons #fe3h #fe16 #Edelgard von Hresvelg #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #claude von riegan #alois rangeld #golden deer #black eagles #blue lions #warhammer 40k #wh40k #space marine

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langwrites · 5 years ago

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Lang Plays Fire Emblem: Three Houses

I’m playing them in this order: Blue Lions, Black Eagles, Church of Seiros, and then Golden Deer. (I organized them by how likely it is to have a true final boss who is actually as relevant to the lore as the opening cutscene. And also because I thoroughly spoiled myself about that.)

So, after sinking what the game tells me was eighty hours into a single playthrough, here’s my thoughts on the first thing I tackled.

Spoilers below the cut.

Very Early Game (Blue Lions):

It’s the Fire Emblem Dad! (I played Path of Radiance. I’ve seen this dude before.)

Hi Claude. Sorry, I’m gonna steal every single one of your peers I can catch. Same to you, Edelgard.

Dimitri is so awkward it’s almost palpable.

Aww, Ashe and Annette are adorable. Mercedes has that dead anime mom hairstyle that sets my teeth on edge, but she’s super nice. It’ll take me longer to warm up to the boys, I think.

Felix is the token “I MUST BECOME STRONGER” myrmidon character. Gotta have at least one per game, apparently.

Sylvain = Sain. Token womanizer cavalier. His support list is pretty odd, though.

Dedue = the guy who done punch things. And he *has* to punch things, because he’s slow as hell and his speed growth isn’t great.

What the fuck is that strength growth, Dimitri. What the fuck is that Charm growth.

I was so close to making him my team’s designated Dancer unit, you guys.

Beleth is gonna be their teacher and somehow I don’t imagine this going super well.

Pre-Timeskip School Life:

Once again, I regret not being able to support with characters who’ve firmly attached themselves to the other two houses. (Which is only like three people in my “gotta catch ‘em all” playthrough, but whatever.)

But I can support all the recruitables, which is...something that took me a long while to do.

The first person I stole for the Blue Lions was Caspar. The first person who straight-up joined was Flayn. Yay, auxiliary punchers and auxiliary-auxiliary healers!

Ashe, your adoptive father really didn’t need to die. You were right. It was all bad all the way down.

Flayn gets kidnapped and I fuck around for a month raising everyone else’s supports and realizing Seteth’s too distraught to train my Lance level. Dangit.

I missed the opportunity to support with Leonie entirely because her personality put me off for the first few in-game months, and it turns out you can only start her support chain while Jeralt is alive.

Dammit. Now I’ve gotta train with lances.

What’s-his-fuck over at the village sure did do a thing, didn’t he. And if he hadn’t dropped his disguise just then he could have gotten away with it.

Their scheme would’ve failed faster if anybody around this fucking monastery could apply logic to shapeshifter shenanigans.

Seriously, no one should have trusted Monica.

You vanish over the course of a year, and come back with your personality totally inverted.

Tomas/Solon had just demonstrated what it looks like when these dickbags drop cover, and then everyone subsequently failed to make the correct deduction. If they hadn’t, Jeralt would’ve lived.

Dad-stabbing: A theme of Fire Emblem games. Seriously. Check out the huge list of dead dads (which goes all the way back to the first game in the series.)

Also dead moms, but for some reason moms are less prominent in the series as a whole.

For the purposes of this analysis, we are also including every single boss who had kids. Which isn’t most of them, but god damn there are still a lot of dead dads.

Dorotheaaaaaa be my frieeeeeeend

Yoinked Linhardt after finally showering him in enough gifts to get his sleepy ass to sign transfer papers.

Swiped Marianne, Bernadetta, Petra, Ignatz, Alois (kinda), Shamir (sorta), Manuela (iffy), Hanneman (yoink), Catherine (see previous), Hilda (how), Lorenz (woop woop), and Leonie (sigh).

The Death Knight remains, for the moment, unpillaged for his Dark Seal drops. This time it was an accident: I killed everyone else in the room except for him and a priest/mage, but then that last dude squared up with Felix and died.

All the points I poured into their associated skills and their supports, however, left one big gap:

DAMMIT FERDINAND, I’M TRYING TO SAVE YOUR LIFE. WHY DO YOU CARE SO MUCH ABOUT HEAVY ARMOR. RAPHAEL JOINED UP DESPITE THAT.

(I got a B-rank support with him and he popped into my office to say he was transferring, nbd. Ferdinand’s B-rank is locked until after the timeskip.)

tl;dr: The only recruitable character I missed was Ferdinand.

Seteth and Gilbert don’t do shit until post-timeskip and Rhea isn’t playable, so w/e.

As soon as I say that, Seteth and Flayn have a paralogue. It’s a beach level. I hate beach levels and desert levels. Seteth gets to be MVP because he’s the only jerk who can fly.

They have a little speech after the paralogue level that reveals that they’re actually father and daughter, not siblings. And the whole story of this little subplot basically confirms that they’re dragons.

Neither of them transform over the course of the game, and that’s okay.

Ruh-roh, Raggy. Let’s see who’s really under the Flame Emperor’s mask--

“AND I WOULD HAVE GOTTEN AWAY WITH IT TOO, IF NOT FOR--oh wait teleportation exists. BYE!”

Dimitri proceeds to thoroughly lose any chill he ever pretended to have, and I’m 99% sure the villain in question isn’t actually old enough to have caused the Tragedy of Duscur. Unless the biographies in the notes were lying.

Now, the backup dancers over there sure as shit are, but logical reasoning has its time and place.

Whatever. Time for stabbing.

WE ALREADY KNOW THESE PEOPLE ARE CAPABLE OF MAKING THEMSELVES LOOK LIKE ANYONE, MASKS TOTALLY UNNECESSARY. THE VICTIM ONLY HAS TO DISAPPEAR FOR A WHILE.

WHY AREN’T WE CHECKING THAT AS A BASIC PRECAUTION.

THERE HAVE BEEN THREE OF THESE CREEPS ALREADY.

Their name is too long and I should call them Morlocks.

But seriously, check for infiltrators.

What passes for strategy around here: Take Paladin Dimitri, plunk his overleveled ass down on a corner where all the enemies’ targeting reticles converge, and wait five minutes for all the counterkill animations to play out.

If I wanna try the same with Sylvain, he needs to be backed up by at least Annette and probably Felix. Maybe even Mercedes if she’s not already busy slinging Physics around.

Dimitri’s fine with just sitting around with a forged Steel Lance and poking holes in everything.

Beleth can do the same, but is much more reliant on dodging and not just facetanking axes.

The little “no damage!” sound effect is still very satisfying. Yes, game, my Defense/Resistance has escaped the bounds of your damage curve.

Dorothea became my Dancer unit, because despite Dimitri having twenty-eight Charm to her nineteen, he begged me not to and also is better sitting on a corner and killing everything.

Huh, the monastery is sure being invad--you know, Edelgard, if it wasn’t already really obvious that your faction is basically the “villain route” in Samurai Warriors parlance, using giant mop-headed demonic beasts as shock troops would probably give it away to observers. If they weren’t already running away in abject terror.

The principle from How to Train Your Dragon still applies: A downed dragon is a dead dragon. If Rhea didn’t want to basically get mobbed, she should’ve stayed in the air and acted as flying artillery for the Knights of Seiros with her mouth laser. She could’ve sat on top of a wall and fired with relative impunity.

Sure, some demonic beasts can fly, but there weren’t any in that cutscene and the flying ones have, mechanically, one less health meter than the landbound ones.

Also, they’re pushovers.

And there’s the washed-out creep brigade! They look like the Grimleal, but with more feathers and less of a tan.

...And there goes Beleth, off to have a five-year nap.

Welp.

Post Timeskip:

Oh good, it’s been five years. Beleth, I hate to break it to you, but you’re probably at least slightly dragon at this point. Check your ears if you have a chance.

Tiki canonically napped for like 99% of her three thousand years in Awakening, ironically enough, so it’s not like dragon-people are exactly early risers.

Poor rando gets asked “what year is it” like that question is ever used outside of fiction. Beleth doesn’t read time travel books, I take it.

“oh you probably shouldn’t go to the monastery, it’s like super haunted and shit”

“sorry what was that i couldn’t hear you over the sound of me climbing up to the monastery”

Eyyyy, it’s a lance-wielding pirate.

...Hi, Dimitri. Where’d your macaroni hair go.

You know, it’s not surprising that Dimitri would think Beleth was a hallucination. He spent a lot of time yelling at his inner demons even pre-timeskip, after taking a couple of severe psychological shocks.

But he absolutely should have walked into her and been surprised when he knocked them both on their asses.

He’s been spending the last five years stabbing people, hasn’t he.

Yep.

He looks like he fell out of Game of Thrones.

Blue Lions! Rah rah something team chant. Rah rah Rasputin, lover of the Russian queen~

None of you people trained any of your skills. In five years. Dimitri you were a paladin. Did you eat your horse.

You are all getting sent to boot camp.

Hi, Gilbert. Why are you playable now all of a sudden. Why is your speed a fucking two.

THIS IS WHY MIKLAN HANDED YOU YOUR ASS.

Once again, the “plunk Dimitri’s overleveled ass down on a corner and watch people die” plan is still a valid strategy. I still don’t know where he gets all this strength (and charm). Like, goddamn.

Annette got cornered for like five turns because I was too cowardly to put her in range of a Brawler.

Then she killed him with a critical Fire.

So, I guess Felix’s remarks about Dimitri’s issues make some sense now, but he should still stop making them. I know he’s a tsundere par excellence, but still.

STop TalKing AboUT KilLing PeoPle

Warning: Sympathetic Boss Approaching.

Look, most “sympathetic” bosses in Fire Emblem kinda fall flat. The better ones are placed in the way of the player characters while they’re in the middle of a low point in the emotional arc and get utterly wrecked in a flurry of misdirected fury. Sometimes the characters even feel bad about it afterward. The worst ones are the ones who are just utterly devoted to someone who’s earned everyone’s ire by being a utter fucking asshole.

Good: Mustafa from Awakening and Shiharam from Path of Radiance. Good people forced into bad situations. Or just cornered. Henry talked up the former long after he got a Chrom to the face, and the latter was probably the best-written of the “aw, I wish I didn’t have to kill him” bosses I’ve run across.

Bad: Levail from Radiant Dawn. There is no getting around the fact that General Zelgius was a bad dude. Levail holding him up as a paragon of knightliness and swearing to serve him out of sheer admiration did not make him even marginally better.

We sure did kill Caspar’s uncle, didn’t we. I’m sure that won’t come back to bite us square in the ass. Not after he had that “this guy is a person who cares about stuff” cutscene to remind us of his pixel humanity.

I’m sure it’s fine.

Bwoop, bwoop, everyone say hello to Ferdinand and Lorenz! And say goodbye to Ferdinand, because he didn’t allow himself to be recruited pre-timeskip, isn’t recruitable post-timeskip, and then I had Felix kill him with Thoron.

Lorenz can rejoin us, though. He doesn’t count as an enemy commander once he’s been smacked down to 0 hp.

HI, DEDUE. WHY ARE YOU ONLY LEVEL TWENTY. GET IN THE BACKLINES AND DON’T TALK TO ME UNTIL YOU CAN ACTUALLY DAMAGE ANYTHING.

(Seriously, tho, I was waiting for Dedue to come back for two reasons. One: I did that paralogue of his way back in Part One and he did not get to die after all that. Two: Part of Dimitri’s epic slide into “spear-wielding mountain man who runs around killing people with his bare hands” had to do with Dedue “dying” during the timeskip. That jackass cracked a smile for the first time in ingame years thanks to the world’s punchiest bodyguard coming back alive.)

(Fortress Knight is still the worst class.)

I totally didn’t pay any attention to what, if anything, actually separated Master classes from Advanced classes other than my inability to get my hands on Master Seals. So Ashe is a Bow Knight now, while Felix made it to Mortal Savant (wtf is that name and why is the class model basically a samurai) and I spent a very long time level-grinding Sylvain’s Reason skill to make him a Dark Knight. I aimed for Gremory with all my spellcaster girls, but I admit to not really paying attention to specifics.

(I ended up with five Gremories: Annette, Flayn, Mercedes, Lysithea, and Dorothea. Bernadetta became a Bow Knight and Marianne promoted eventually to a Holy Knight. Dorothea also ended up taking Mortal Savant, which she didn’t ever use.)

(Seteth became a Wyvern Lord and Dedue eventually made it to Warrior.)

(Byleth qualified for Mortal Savant and used it precisely no times.)

(It became pretty clear that I just threw Master Seals at people whenever the possibility of promoting them came up.)

(Certification is a weird system.)

I stopped paying a ton of attention to supports around the time I realized that Ferdinand wasn’t going to be recruited no matter what I did in the final month before Shit Went Down.

Then I started paying attention again like two chapters from endgame, because I remembered some A-ranked supports meant that the characters could get paired endings.

I also stopped ignoring Cyril and started using him as an adjutant, though his stats never quite caught up to Seteth (also known as the only instructor unit I ever consistently used).

Cornelia is absolutely a Morlock plant. That is a face she just made, even in flashback.

I wish we could've seen Dimitri’s now-dead uncle, if only because I’m curious. Also, what did Edelgard’s mom/Dimitri’s stepmom look like?

Why is there always a fire level. I saw it earlier thanks to doing Ingrid and Dorothea’s paralogue, but it’s a Fire Emblem stock level type and I hate it.

Okay, yeah, this area totally got nuked. Magitech nukes, but still. It’s still on fire centuries later? Why??

Felix’s dad is a Holy Knight. Why do I have to keep his ass alive on a field when half the enemies are barely Advanced classes, never mind Master classes.

Oh right, because I want the exp for myself.

Rodrigue is possibly the single person here who can make Dimitri’s murder-bender change direction even slightly. He also gets along with his actual son so much worse than that. He’s like Annette’s dad, but with actual verbal confrontations.

There’s Caspar’s not-exactly-forgotten aunt, here to “secretly” avenge her dead brother. Dude, could you say something about that?

Three levels later: I thought we were done with the dad-stabbing.

Felix has officially lost Too Many People in pursuit of keeping Dimitri alive. As has everyone else, frankly.

In other routes, Dimitri absolutely runs his campaign off a cliff.

Here, he turns his life around. More or less. Gotta make the choice to get better.

Time to take back the Kingdom’s capital, like we’ve not been doing for four chapters now. Finally.

Cornelia is absolutely a Morlock plant. This is like the fourth character who supposedly did a complete characterization 180 after a period of being actually useful to other people. Goodbye, civil engineer we never knew.

I think the only infiltrator who did things properly was Solon, but he still dropped his disguise for no good reason early in the game. That operatic level of drama is not a trait that helps him survive a month later. Just goes to show that the Morlocks don’t have more than one type of good judgment at a time, I guess.

I know I’m supposed to avoid the giant doom robots, but...

No, it turns out I can just have Dimitri and Beleth stand in the middle of the killzone and destroy them for fun and profit.

Ding dong the witch is dead.

Welp, time to go save the Alliance, which is getting schooled by the Empire.

HI CLAUDE.

I MISSED YOU AND YOUR FAITH IN HUMANITY. And specifically in Dimitri, for some reason? I think he kinda stabbed your soldiers a lot the last time you two met, but feel free to keep being the Best Character.

Your bodyguards are top-notch, man. One of them got hit with anything over the course of the entire battle.

Your general Judith, however, necessitates Flayn using ALL of her Rescue spells just to keep her alive.

I still had to send Ashe to keep a Falcon Knight off you, but no big.

And also had to send Hilda and Petra to kill the Asshole Reinforcements to nick their stuff.

Dimitri sat there and dodge-tanked all of Arundel’s attempts to kill him until the team killed everybody else. Then Dimitri poked him and he died. Dimitri OHKOs everything except monsters now, and that’s only because they have multiple health meters.

And then Claude fucks off to become king somewhere else. Okay then. It was a nice speech, though.

Killing the Death Knight for fun and profit and now Mercedes is crying. Shit.

Doesn’t this place get vaporized in every other route?

Did killing so many Morlocks by accident lock us out of seeing an intercontinental ballistic missile?

(And it is by accident, because this route is like the only one where the Morlocks are incidentals instead of the main problem, partly due to Dimitri’s tunnel vision and partly just because they don’t drop their disguises upon death.)

Well, I guess it’s time to confront Edelgard.

It’s completely valid of her to look at the guy who was threatening to rip her head off with his bare hands and hang it from the gates of the Empire’s capital a little while ago, and then go “Yeah, diplomacy’s shot.” That Dimitri stopped being quite so all-consumingly homicidal a bit ago is not actually reason to try throwing herself on anyone’s mercy. I feel kinda bad for her, since she’s been pushed into this corner and her ace-in-the-hole allies are basically decapitated, and I stole all her potential friends back during the school phase of the game.

Also, sunk cost fallacy.

Still walloped the entire roster of the second-to-last level, down to killing Hubert with Lysithea. Hilda and Cyril killed all the bird demons.

On the final level, which starts immediately after the previous one, three characters got totally destroyed by the sheer number of mages floating around: Dimitri (whose Avoid finally failed him four times in a row), Hilda (same), and Dedue (thirded). Seteth miraculously survived taking 68 points of damage from a single attack, and then later went on to take Edelgard’s last health bar off with a crit.

Weirdly, Beleth’s Avoid was just fine. Finally let her use the Sublime Sword of the Creator and she killed most of the Gremories that took out Dimitri and Hilda.

And everybody we could save per plot constraints got to live! (Except Ferdinand.)

I’m willing to save him on subsequent routes because killing him made Dorothea sad.

Next time: Lang plays the route that screws over most of these people in service of killing the God-Pope.

#Lang plays Fire Emblem: Three Houses #fire emblem three houses #spoilers #Lang Plays #fire emblem

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hjazysol · 5 years ago

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-Near the ocean on a pier.-

Jacqueline, drinking out a water bottle: Where & how could I find a gift for mom. I could just go back and ask her for money then get something. And it must be special! Far above any gift that anyone can possibly offer!... ...Gah! But the hotel is so far away. I can't be bothered with this...(Sees a person with a lost expression)...Hmm... ...An idea sparks to my mind.

Jacqueline approached the wandering man.

Jacqueline: Hey there! You look lost can I help you out?

Alois: (Stared at her in silence)

Jacqueline: Say your quite short for a guy aintcha? But either way what do you want help with?

Alois, in sign: I want to find a hotel round here.

Jacqueline: ... ... ...("Shit. Does this dude speak in signs? What do I say!? I studied some of that stuff in class but I wasn't really paying attention! I'll just guess.") If your looking for a hotel then just head up South then when you see a large lit up building take a right. It should be there. ("DID I GUESS RIGHT!?")

Alois: ... ... ...(Does the gesture for "Thank You")

Jacqueline: Oh! Your welcome!...But. (Grabs Alois by the wrist) Directions come with a price my friend. So I'd happily go on with my day if you were to spare some cash.

Alois stared at Jacqueline's wardrobe. Immediately thinking that a girl with those kinds of clothes wouldn't need money. So he instinctively thought he was getting robbed. But a girl with such a flashy outfit wouldn't need to rob anyone. Even though this situation was seemingly stupid to him, it was severely pissing him off. So he threw a punch at Jacqueline.

Jacqueline: (sigh) I figured as much. BEAT IT!

A large fist appeared out thin air to block the oncoming attack.

Alois: ("A Stand!?")

The hand punched Alois through the air his wallet falling out at that same time.

Jacqueline: Sorry dude but this is for a good cause I assure you. (Runs off from the pier to an alleyway)

Alois: ("Up in Flames")

Jacqueline: Mom's gonna be so happy with my gift she'll be in awe! I always pull through for her!

Loud agressive clicking could be heard behind her. She turned around to be met with the hand of a slender figure that was surging with energy.

Alois: ("I don't wish for this child to die so I'll just have to electrocute them for now")

Jacqueline: OH FU-

A flash could be seen from the distance.

Alois: ("All sorted now time to get back what's mi- ACK!)

A large hand mark appeared round Alois' neck.

Alois: ("WHAT!? I thought I had electrocuted her!?")

Back in the alleyway.

Jacqueline: The hell's your problem huh!?

Beat It continued to choke Up in Flames.

Jacqueline: Good thing my Stand can absorb electrical energy huh. But you wouldn't know that since it didn't cross your mind. I may not know whether or not you belong to that mute dude back out on the street. But either way (Clicks fingers) I'm gonna pummel you into paste! But first (Beat It squirts the water from Jacqueline's bottle directly onto Up in Flames) let's see how you like it!

Alois: ("WATER!?")

Beat It: THRILLERRRRRR!!!

Up in Flames began to electrocuted from itself aswell as Beat It's shock.

Alois: ("WHAT THE HELL!?")

Jacqueline: Now drop dead. Cause it's curtains for you!

Beat It: KATE! KATE! KATE! KATE! KATE! KATE! KATE! KATE! KATE! KATE! KATE! KATE! KATE! KATE! KATE! KATE! KATE! KATE! KATE! KATE!

Jacqueline: Kātenkoru!

Alois: ("Gah! What the hell's going on from what I can see the Stand has stopped punching but my body is continuing to react. As though I'm still being hit several times!")

Jacqueline: Now I ain't too sure if you are that mutes Stand but not my problem now those sounds and vibrations from Beat It's attack will make you go insane. So now if you'd excuse me I've got a gift to purchase. (Opens his wallet) WOAH! THIS DUDE WAS PACKING!!! LOOK AT ALL THAT CASH!!! Hmm. Maybe I'll just keep all this. Not like the guy can even take it back from me hehehe!... ... ...Hmm? What's this? What's this? Like a profile?... ... ...(She looks at it)...SHIT! I just beat up a deaf mute man from a rich heritage! ... ... ...Technically I still am...Speakers down.

Beat It's attack suddenly shut off.

Alois, fell to his knees: ("I just wanted to know directions")

Alois then fell unconscious. Jacqueline, steps out the alleyway to see him on the floor.

Jacqueline: Oh damn. That really was his Stand. Maybe I should... ... ...Nah. I'll just give him back the wallet.

Jacqueline took out all the wallets contents then placed it in her pocket she then put the wallet under Alois' head with a note saying "Sorry for beating you up here's your wallet. No money though :p"

Jacqueline: Now time to go.

Alois: ("I refuse")

Alois now regaining consciousness got Jacqueline in a choke hold.

Jacqueline: Oh shit! Ack!

Alois then tightened his grip.

Jacqueline: ("Well then I guess I could just have Beat It rip this guy away. His Stand doesn't seem all big so I wouldn't be interfered.... ....Then again he's behind so he has no clue what I might be saying...So let's embarrass him by making false statements after all this can't possibly look good from a bystanders view & the Coast Guard is right there he must be on break or something. Ohohoh yeah! It's all coming together!")

Alois: ("She isn't resisting? I would've expected some kid like her to-")

Jacqueline, inhales: AAAH!!!! (Suddenly starts thrashing about)

Alois: ("WHAT!? WHY'S SHE SUDDENLY DOING THIS!?")

Jacqueline: AAH! PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP ME! THIS MAN KEEPS TOUCHING ME! PLEASE HELP!

Alois: ("I can't read her lips back here! What's she saying!?... ... ...(Sees someone from the Coast Guard approach at a high speed) Why is that guy charging!?")

Jacqueline, turns to face Alois: Oh you're in trouble now!

Alois then realised the situation he was in. Then released Jacqueline in disgust. Jacqueline ran off far from them now with Alois's money aswell.

Alois: ("That little!")

Delta Kancri, the Coast Guard, goes to kick Alois. Alois dodged expertly. They both then communicate to each other in signs

Delta: Criminals like you who use women for their own use! You disgust me.

Alois: Oh please as if a fully certified Coast Guard couldn't tell the difference between an exaggerated act & reality.

Delta: We'll see what's an exaggeration once I bring you into custody.

Alois: A damn bastard like you shouldn't even be here! You haven't a damn clue what happened!

Delta: You violating a young girl is what I recall seeing.

Alois: GRR! YOU KNOW WHAT I'M FUCKING DONE! UP IN FLAMES!

Delta, gasps: He's a Stand User!?

Random guy: Is that Officer Kancri?

Random girl: Yeah. I guess this dudes giving him trouble.

Random guy: Tch! You sort that guy out Kancri! Show him what happens when you cause trouble on your terf!

Alois: Good god! I've had enough idiots today! I'm gonna give you to the count of 3 to get lost or you'll either. Lose your teeth, get cooked, get shocked or get you nose broke!

Delta: It seems you have a Stand aswell. Nice. I also have a Stand!

Alois: Oh fuck. He's gonna do what I think he is.

Delta: My Stands name is Crab Rave it allows a tough shell like exterior called Chitin to form and- ACK!!!

Delta was suddenly bashed round the face by a hella impactful punch from Alois knocking Delta out immediately before he could even activate it.

Alois: ("Looks like he chose a broken nose. I don't have time to hear you whine about your abilities like an annoying excited child. If youbwant to fight me get straight to the point damnit good god. (Sighs) I guess I'll go find that hotel that girl was on about")

-Later at the hotel entrance-

Alois: Well I just remembered I don't have any money. Perhaps if I-

Jacqueline: Hey. Dude.

Alois: ("Ah shit here we go again. Up in Fla-")

Jacqueline, hands back his money: Sorry for the trouble.

Alois: ... ... ... ... ...(Oh...I...Thanks" I guess)

Jacqueline: I felt guilty fir trying to using your money for my own benefit. So again, sorry please forgive me...I just wanted...A gift for my mom!

Alois: (Hands Jacqueline half of his money to get her Mom something.)

Jacqueline: You're giving this to me?

Alois nods out of pity: ("If we're staying in the same hotel then I might as well help you get a gift)

Jacqueline: HAHAHA! Thank you! I owe you one!

Alois: (Raises his hand above her head)

Jacqueline: Huh?

Alois brings it down on her head.

Jacqueline: ACK!!! WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?

Alois: ("That's for framing me for rape earlier")

@hopeaterart

@lyxine

#jojo oc #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #Jacqueline Michaels #Alois #Delta Kancri

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sun-and-shadow-aloy · 6 years ago

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Favorite Passage

I have done this one once and went with a passage from a Dragon Age story, so @pikapeppa hit me again ;)

This time I am going to share one of my favorite passages from Seeker of the Nora. It was insanely hard to choose just one but this passage shows how deeply two of the men she loves care for her and she for them. (Also, maybe a bit of a nod to Pika, since she was the one that tagged me ;) )

“So, you’re here. Really here. You risked your life.”

Sylens glared at her for a moment. “Of course, I did. If you’d have been killed, the Nora’s Sacred Mountain would have never given up its secrets.”

This man’s cruelty knew no bounds. He had saved her only so he could continue using her. Here she was thinking that maybe he was actually beginning to care what happened to her, but no. She was simply a prize, a weapon, a tool.

“Too bad you wasted your time. Helis destroyed my Focus and the Alpha Registry with it.” She was tempted to turn her Strider away and continue on to the Sacred Lands without his aid. She knew if she ever saw the man face to face, she’d want nothing more than to punch him.

Sylens laughed then, a small one, but enough to turn Aloy’s attention back to him. “Not at all. The whole time I’ve been monitoring your Focus, I’ve duplicated every data file you’ve scanned. Installing that data to a new Focus was trivially easy. ‘Happy birthday, Isaac. Daddy sure does love his little big man.’ He tossed a new Focus to her and she nearly dropped it in her shock.

She hadn’t heard those words in so long. It used to be her favorite find. Amongst all of the data her Focus had collected, it was the first and the one she watched when she wished for a family of her own. Of course, Sylens must have known this. There were little collection ticks anytime a file was opened. It always showed her, her most viewed files first. Among them were favorite pictures of beautiful landscapes, photos of Avad, Erend, and Nil. Audio and video recordings of times long since past and even one of Rost fishing. That was the first time she’d realized she could capture a video log. He’d had no idea what she was doing, so he sat there and took in the gentle breeze and the cool crisp air. It was him in his element.

“You’re really good at making it impossible to like you. But I guess I need this.” She wouldn’t let him know what some of those images meant to her. She placed the device on her ear and felt a calm settle over her as if she had reattached a piece of herself that had been missing for far too long.

Sylens smiled then. “It’s time to see where you were born. Maybe even learn why.”

Aloy’s frustrations with the man piqued again. “Yeah. Meet the machine that birthed me into this world. Isn’t that how you put it?”

He shut down then, turning his strider away from her. “I’ll be off.”

“Wait,” Aloy said suddenly. Not even sure why she was unwilling to let him wander away.

He turned back to her then. “Yes.”

She wasn’t sure what she wanted to ask him. Many thoughts and questions ran through her mind. She was about to ask but then their attention was drawn to the not so far off distance. A cloud of dust rose, signaling an oncoming horde. Aloy froze. Sylens watched in silence. Both of them seemed wary of whoever was coming.

“Shadow Carja,” she asked.

“Not likely. Coming from the wrong direction.”

This eased a bit of her nerves and she pressed on. “Helis recognized you back in the Sun-Ring. You told me that you’d assisted the Eclipse. Not that you knew the men who killed my… who almost killed me.” She had almost said her father, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of being able to correct her again. Rost wasn’t her biological father and he knew that. It would be one more thing he could throw in her face.

“So, now you know. The man is a serious threat. So let’s do all we can to make sure he and Hades do not succeed.”

She didn’t know what she expected him to say. Maybe some form of argument or some admission of guilt, but as always she got nothing. She sighed, “Right.”

She knew she would get no further answers from him and the dust cloud was drawing ever closer, making Sylens antsy. It was apparent that he did not want to be seen, even if they had just surmised that these people weren’t likely Shadow Carja.

“I’ll be on my way. To make matters worse, Helis ordered an Eclipse detachment to attack the Nora Sacred Land. The tribe’s already weak. They won’t stand a chance. You should come with me.” She knew a fighter lay under his intellectual façade. He wouldn’t have gotten this far if he weren’t.

He huffed. “Absolutely not. I have preparations to make elsewhere. Besides, it looks like you may have more help than you thought.” He gestured to the crowd of men that still drew closer to their position.

Her eyes still weren’t at their best and she tried to squint through the blazing sunlight to see what Sylens meant, but she couldn’t make out what he was trying to tell her.

Before setting his heels into his Strider he handed over one last gift, Shadow Carja armor. He said it would help her should she need to return to Sunfall or Shadow Carja territory. And then he apologized for being needlessly cruel about who or what her mother may be, telling her he did hope it was a who, not a what. That lifted her spirits somewhat, but not as much as the next thing she caught sight of.

Avad’s banner, along with the banner of the Vanguard swung proudly in the hands of the men coming toward her. And at the head of these men, two figures sprinted toward her. One was bulky and in heavy armor. He couldn’t quite keep up with the man ahead of him but he pushed just as hard.

Aloy jumped from her seat on the Strider. Tears sprang to her eyes as the sun’s gleam caught on the white of the Carja armor, made the red feathers glisten. She never thought she would be so happy to see that stupid headdress. He was alive! And he had brought the whole of the Vanguard with him, Erend included.

She raced forward. The tears made her swollen eyes ache but she didn’t care. She needed to touch him, to make sure the Sun wasn’t playing tricks on her. She needed to hold him, to kiss those thick lips and to know he was real. After her battle with the Behemoth, her legs ached, but she pushed through. She would make it to him, even if she collapsed into his arms.

As they closed the distance to each other, Aloy was rewarded with one thing she thought she’d never see. Nil was smiling. A genuine ear-to-ear smile. The last few days must have been just as hard on him as they were on her. To see emotions from him in any capacity was more than she had anticipated and made fresh tears bubble to the surface.

When she was close enough she leapt into his arms. She didn’t know she had the strength left, but somehow she made it and neither of them could help the laughs that sprang from them as they collided. Nil swung her around and buried his face in her neck as she wrapped her arms around him.

“I love you, Aloy. I love you.” He kept repeating the words like a mantra.

Aloy began to believe she would never stop crying. Her heart felt lighter than it had in a very long time, but they continued to spill down her face. With each new revelation the moment brought, it was like a wall was broken letting the rains pour and wash away all of the hurt and pain of the last few months. Hell, the last few days. Neither one of them had been certain that the other had survived. She knew he had made it out of the room before Helis’ bomb went off, but nothing past that. He must have thought the same when he heard the explosion behind him.

When he put her down, she pulled him into a deep kiss. Her heart exploded. She couldn’t contain how she felt about him any more than he could. “I love you, too. Everything about you.”

The moment was broken, but in no way ruined by the sound of someone else coming up behind them. She turned to the sound and opened her arms. Erend pulled her into a tight hug and the tears started anew.

“Fire and spit, Aloy. You have got to stop doing this to me. This is the second time I thought you may be dead.”

He squeezed her so tight that his armor started to hurt but she didn’t care. He was here. She had her rock to see her through this next phase. She had the Vanguard at her back. She had Nil. She might be able to give the Eclipse a real fight.

I believe I have tagged everyone already, so if you are reading this and haven't been tagged yet... consider yourself tagged.

#writer meme #seeker of the nora #niloy #Ereloy #favorite passage

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entergamingxp · 5 years ago

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Making a Video Game Hero: Action-Adventure Edition

April 24, 2020 12:00 PM EST

In our newest ongoing feature series, we’re putting together the ultimate video game hero for the action-adventure game of our dreams.

Nathan Drake. Aloy. Ezio Auditore da Firenze. Sam Porter Bridges. The list of great characters in action-adventure video games is long and vast. Each and every one of them possesses their own unique skill set that makes them the best of the best. But what if you were some kind of video game version of Dr. Frankenstein and wanted to build the best possible hero for the action-adventure genre? Who would you pick? What traits would you value the most? Who has the best abs?

Below, we’ve answered all those and more to make the ultimate action-adventure video game character. Of course, a list like this is highly subjective. So if you have other ideas, be sure to let us know in the comments. We’re also only putting one character per franchise on this list to ensure it’s not just all Yakuza’s Kiryu and Majima. Enough preamble. Let’s sharpen that bone saw and flip on the high-voltage electricity!

Brain: Batman (Arkham series) Runners’ Up: Aloy (Horizon Zero Dawn) and Sam Fisher (Splinter Cell series)

There are several different directions we could go in for this one. Do you take the exact genetic copy of one of the smartest women in the world? What about the mind of a super spy who’s lived through countless battlefields? Both are great options, and we’re sure you could think of a few others. However, there’s one super-genius that takes the cake.

Listen, Batman with prep is a dumb meme at this point, but the reasoning is sound. There is no other fictional character whose battle-hardened brain is more capable of getting through any situation than Bruce Wayne. No matter what the villains throw at our hero, the brain of the world’s greatest detective will give them the upper hand.

Eyes: Agent 47 (Hitman series) Runners’ Up: Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher series) and Ellie (The Last of Us)

As with most of these body parts, there are tons of options. Ellie from The Last of Us is particularly intriguing. She’s grown up in the middle of a zombie apocalypse and seen terrible things most of us can’t even dream of. If we went through that, we’d be a sobbing heap of a human, shoveling down Ben & Jerry’s and watching Barney re-runs just to get the memories to go away. But Ellie stands up to that adversity, looks it right in the eye, and refuses to back down.

But we want something a little more useful as a gameplay mechanic. The first idea that comes to our mind is Geralt of Rivia’s Witcher-enhanced cat-like eyes. His superpowered suite of abilities has given him night vision eyes, something that comes in handy, but isn’t as all-encompassing as other options. Instead, we’re going with Agent 47’s peepers.

The star of the Hitman series has the ability to instinctively “see” everything around him in ways that normal humans never could. Heck, the guy can “see” patrolling bad guys through walls! You don’t get much more useful eyeballs than that. Plus, that steely gaze will come in handy when you’re staring down the final boss.

Mouth: Ezio Auditore da Firenze (Assassin’s Creed series) Runners’ Up: Solid Snake (Metal Gear Solid series) and Nathan Drake (Uncharted series)

Okay, so we have a genius brain and a superpowered set of eyes. Now, all we need to finish off our creation’s head is a silver-tongue. At first, we were leaning toward the gruff voice of one Solid Snake. After all, his grizzled dialog is equal parts intimidating and hilarious. The man really has a knack for delivering over-the-top quips at exactly the wrong time.

However, while his voice undoubtedly sounds great, he lacks that charm we’re looking for in our leading role. Nathan Drake of Uncharted fame more than fits that bill, but even he can’t hold a candle to the suavest man in video games.

Let’s be honest, there isn’t a sexier accent on the planet than Italian. It’s not called the language of love without a reason. And, while Ezio Auditore is certainly one of the best assassins to ever grace the digital world, it’s that Italian charm that’s turned him into a fan favorite. All the other candidates’ hopes will just have to requiescat in pace.

Torso: Kiryu Kazuma (Yakuza series) Runners’ Up: Kratos (God of War series) and The Boss (Saints Row series)

Let’s talk about The Boss first. They have the willingness to endure as many surgeries as needed to make their body look however we need it to. Whether we need to be the most jacked woman alive or a beanpole of a man, The Boss is ready and willing to visit the local plastic surgeon and make it happen. Their dedication to our cause is certainly admirable, but we want something that’s stood the test of time. And there are no better options than the two best dads in gaming.

Listen, dad bods are hot right now, and there are none hotter than Kiryu and Kratos. Look at those glistening abs. Marvel at those pumped-up pecs. Watch the sweat sparkle on their massive shoulders. These guys know a thing or two about weight training and proper nutrition. We’d bet dollars to donuts that neither of these guys has even eaten a donut before. However, Kratos is a demigod, Kiryu is just a 50-year-old dude. An incredibly ripped 50-year-old dude with a sick tattoo and deadly fighting skills, but just a dude nonetheless. Thus, we’re giving him the nod for the sheer willpower it must take to stay that in shape as a “regular” human.

Left Arm: Link (The Legend of Zelda series) Runners’ Up: Nero (Devil May Cry series) and Spider-Man (Marvel’s Spider-Man)

We’ll be honest, this one was probably the hardest to come up with for runners’ up. Sure, Spider-Man could take the spot and give us the power to web-sling around the gigantic open-world map our game would be set inside. He might not canonically be left-handed, but he does have those web-shooters on both arms. That said, we want a true southpaw for this list.

Nero is another potential option given his sword prowess with that arm. However, his right arm is the one that held the Devil Bringer, making us wonder if he’s a true lefty. Instead, we’ve gone with the hero of Hyrule himself.

Before Skyward Sword went and ruined everything in the name of making Link’s movement feel good for the general public, the hero had always been left-handed. Nintendo decided to keep the travesty going with Breath of the Wild, but true lefties know that Link is one of them. It only feels right to have one of gaming’s best southpaws grafted onto our inhuman monster of a character. Nintendo may have forgotten about you, but we haven’t.

Right Arm: Chris Redfield (Resident Evil 5, mostly) Runners’ Up: Marcus Holloway (Watch Dogs 2) and Samus Aran (Metroid Prime series)

Since we have an expert swordsman’s left arm, we can get a little more creative with our right. Samus presents an interesting option. After all, her right arm is a freaking laser cannon with several options for alternative fire modes. It’s tough to think of anything more rad than that. Marcus Holloway is a bit of an out-there selection, but his hacking ability would certainly come in handy in a pinch.

That said, there’s really only one option. We could go on and on about why we’re selecting Chris Redfield’s rippling right arm for this slot, but instead, we’ll just show you. Watch this man punch a boulder and tell us there’s another choice. You can’t.

Legs: The Prince (Prince of Persia series) Runners’ Up: Sam Porter Bridges (Death Stranding) and Ryu Hayabusa (Ninja Gaiden Black)

If we’re talking about sheer power output, it’s hard to argue with those bodacious thighs that Sam Porter Bridges built up delivering packages across America. Seriously, go strap 200+ plus pounds of freight to your back and walk around the neighborhood. His quads have to be powerlifter strong. How much do you think Sam squats? It has to be north of a thousand pounds.

If we were looking to be a little more nimble, you’d love to have legs like Ryu Hayabusa. The way he effortlessly bounds around an environment on his way to cutting up baddies with his katana is something to be jealous of. However, what neither of these characters has is the ability to control time and space.

Enter The Prince. Not only is he an expert in parkour, but, if he does screw up his fancy movement, he can just rewind time. That’s an invaluable addition that we just can’t pass up. Some might argue that it’s actually his dagger that controls time. While those people would be correct, the dagger is on a belt that sits on The Prince’s hips, which are basically his legs. So, in this court of law, it counts.

Hair: Bayonetta (Bayonetta series) Runner Up: John Marston (Red Dead Redemption)

Likely the easiest selection of the whole list, but let’s pretend for a second that anyone else had a chance. John Marston has one of the manliest beards in video gaming. Those bear claw scars scream “I’m grizzled, don’t mess with me”. And, while his head hair is grossly stringy, it definitely gives him a further air of someone who you don’t want to cross. Unfortunately, he can’t use said hair to fight off the bad men.

There are a few video characters who can fight with their hair, but none of them have the pizzaz that Bayonetta does. Her Wicked Weave techniques are as stylish as they are deadly, making her hair the perfect thing to (quite literally) cap off our creation.

That is quite the hero, if we do say so ourselves. Of course, you might disagree. If you do, feel free to give us your creation in the comments below. It was tough to leave off people like Lara Croft or Corvo, but we had to stop somewhere. And, if you liked this list, be sure to check back later as we’re planning to put out one of these for several other genres in the near future.

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IN “Siegelman’s Journeys,” one of five short stories by the Czech-German author Johannes Urzidil (1896–1970) collected in The Last Bell, the eponymous protagonist is a travel writer who has never left his nondescript provincial hometown. He woos a lover by impressing her with fictitious anecdotes about his wanderings, embellished with details gleaned from various travel books. When he finally admits to having made it all up, she leaves him. The story’s setting effects a peculiar cognitive dissonance: the nondescript provincial hometown in question is none other than Birkenau — a name synonymous with infamy but deployed in his story, set prior to World War II, as a byword for obscurity. “Siegelman’s Journeys” is also noteworthy for its inversion of the author’s own circumstances: Urzidil, who migrated to the United States in 1941 in the wake of the Nazi invasion of Czechoslovakia, wrote these stories in New York but set them in early-to-mid-20th-century Bohemia. His life was defined by itinerancy, yet he preferred to write about the world he left behind.

“The Duchess of Albanera” tells of a bank clerk named Wenzel Schaschek who swipes a famous portrait from a museum in a moment of kleptomaniac opportunism (“The sudden impulse acting in harmony with nature…”). He takes it home and talks to it, and gets spooked when it starts talking back. The Duchess goads him about the pointlessness of the crime he has committed, and his naïveté in thinking of her as an “incomparable pinnacle of radiant womanhood”: “Do you really think I’m sweet, innocent and devoted? Hardly. I’m selfish and depraved.” Duly unnerved, he returns the painting to its rightful place, but it’s too late: the theft had set off a chain of events culminating in the deaths of two people. The security guard responsible for the painting has lost his job and suffered a breakdown, as a result of which he stopped visiting his mentally ill daughter, who then committed suicide; her mother, in turn, has died from grief. This plunges Wenzel into a Dostoyevskian meditation on contingency: “there was no one he could talk to about the outlandishness, the insolvability and unbearableness of his fate.” As with the hapless Siegelman, we witness a man of modest status trying to transcend his circumstances through the power of his fantasies, and coming unstuck.

Probably the strangest story in this volume is “Borderland,” which concerns a precocious orphan girl whose powers of clairvoyance and weird harmony with nature — she tames wild birds, fishes, and hares — are connected in some obscure way to the premature death of her mother. One day, she sees a young couple embracing in a field and begins to sob uncontrollably; from then on her powers begin to wane. The story ends on an unhappy note as her father compels her, against her wishes, to join a convent. The rustic setting is reprised in “Where the Valley Ends,” which is about a feud between communities on either side of a rural river. On one level it’s a farce — the initial quarrel starts with the theft of some cheese and culminates in the death of a cow — but its allegorical connotations are hard to ignore: “Where the Valley Ends,” like “Borderland,” was originally published in 1956, a mere decade or so after the end of World War II. “[T]he mightiest life force,” remarks Urzidil’s narrator in passing, “is always rapid forgetfulness, that most assiduous reviver of error and evil.”

Urzidil gently lampoons the blockheaded stubbornness of the warring peasants, but the conclusion of the story reveals his sympathy toward their erstwhile way of life. The land on which they had depended turns into a barren wasteland when the soil, as if in revolt against their shenanigans, becomes overrun with poisonous weeds. We are given to understand that the natural order of things has been unsettled by the irruption into their halcyon world of capital-p politics. A forester reports to the narrator that “[t]he people are obsessed with politics now. It was never like that before. Are you for it or against it? That’s all you ever hear now.” There are echoes in this tale of Flaubert’s customary denunciations, a century earlier, of what he liked to call the “stupidity” that proliferates when faddish political zeal overrides intelligent cooperation. Given Urzidil’s postwar vantage point, the story reads like an indictment of the toxicity of humanity in the 20th century.

Though raised as a Catholic, Urzidil was ousted from his job at the German Embassy in Prague by the Nazis for being a “half-Jew” (halbjude). He fled Czechoslovakia in 1939, going first to Britain and then to the United States. Of the five stories in this collection, only the title story deals directly with Nazi rule. Set in occupied Czechoslovakia, “The Last Bell” tells of a maid whose Jewish employers have been deported. She helps herself to their apartment and money with cheerful nonchalance: “Nobody’s a saint,” she declares, “and what fun is anything without a little swindle.” Eager to convince in her new guise as a wealthy woman, she lectures her sister on the importance of airs and graces, encouraging her to haughtily dismiss any food that is placed before her as “nothing special”: “If you can’t get into the habit of that, you’ll never amount to much in this world.” Her complacency is punished as her sister, who is sleeping with German soldiers, fleeces her in turn. It’s an oddly slapstick treatment as Holocaust fictions go — there is even a barroom punch-up at one point — and yet, in its own way, it accesses a kernel of truth: the base, thieving impulse that turned so many normal people into willing accomplices in mass murder.

“The Last Bell” lacks the throwback charm of the other four stories, but shares their blend of wisdom and sharp sardonicism. For all their sagaciousness, though, it is in the moments of fleeting whimsy that these tales come to life. “Siegelman’s Journeys” includes an amusing description of an über-officious legal clerk (“Tiny paragraphs pulsed in his veins instead of blood corpuscles”), while “Where the Valley Ends” features a memorable character called Alois, a village idiot who laughs uproariously when he is sad. At one point in “The Duchess of Albanera,” Wenzel finds himself talking to food: “[he] freed the […] sour pickle from its soggy wrapper, laid it on a plate and told it to wait.” (That story is inexplicably prefaced by a list of its characters such as might appear in a play.)

Urzidil published only one novel in his lifetime, 1959’s The Great Hallelujah; his better-known works include the short story collection Prague Triptych (1960) and several nonfiction books on cultural history. We have Pushkin Press to thank for bringing these previously untranslated stories to an Anglophone readership. The text comes with an introduction by its translator, David Burnett, which helpfully situates the stories in their historical context. Burnett observes that Urzidil stubbornly resists classification: “was he a Jewish writer or a German one, an Austrian or an American? Or simply a ‘writer in exile,’ a representative of the vast Exilliteratur that resulted from the tragedy of twentieth-century European history?” His literary style is similarly difficult to pin down — these fictions are flickeringly redolent of Gogol, and also contain elements of magic realism and modernism. This intriguing heterogeneity, arising out of the author’s position at the intersection of disparate demographic and literary traditions, makes The Last Bell not only a compelling read but also a valuable literary artifact.

Houman Barekat is a writer and critic based in London, and founding editor of Review 31. He is co-editor (with Robert Barry and David Winters) of The Digital Critic: Literary Culture Online (O/R Books, 2017).

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To the End of a Dream (evil!Byleth AU)

AU Masterlist Here!

Withering Flower - FINALE (Part 1)

With the Knights of Nemesis retreating from Gronder and about to activate the Javelin of Liberation, Dimitri, Edelgard, and Claude leave the Church forces behind to pursue Byleth.

Their final clash will be at Garreg Mach.

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The Elites of the Fell Star Journal - “Second battle of Garreg Mach”

Having everything end where our plans began.

There was no need for anyone to point out the irony of the situation.

Not only was the Empire attacking us, but the Kingdom and Alliance and even the damned Church raised arms against us, and only us.

One way or another that day, we all thought the same thing.

“This will finally end when hundreds of us lay dead at either side.”

-----

Byleth was in the classroom organizing his papers when he heard the doors open.

(Byleth) “Hm? Oh, class.”

The Black Eagles class walked up to him, looking very excited.

(Byleth) “What’s with the smile on everyone’s faces?”

(Dorothea) “Well, professor! The ball is tomorrow!”

(Edelgard) “Hah, I have no worthwhile memories of such an event, yet I am still looking forward to it.”

(Hubert) “As am I, in the sense that I look forward to destroying all the unworthy suitors that would swarm Lady Edelgard.”

(Ferdinand) “I admit, Edelgard is adorable, however I think I am far superior on the dance floor!”

(Dorothea) “You’re not a bad dancer Ferdie but you have some moves that are...hard to watch.”

(Linhardt) “I also know how to dance...in theory. Maybe I should participate as well.”

(Bernadetta) “N-NOT ME! You wouldn’t catch me dancing no sooner than you’d see a fish swimming through the sky!”

(Caspar) “You do tend to flop around like a fish on land after all! Though, speaking of it, do we get to choose who we dance with and stuff? I wonder who I’ll ask...”

(Petra) “I will fight with all I have!”

(Byleth) “Er...I don’t think fighting is what you’ll be doing, Petra-”

(Dorothea) “So, professor, got anyone in mind?~”

Byleth raised his eyebrow at her.

(Byleth) “I...don’t think I’m going to dance, I’m a mercenary not a-”

(Ferdinand) “No, you’re not a mercenary either, professor! You’re our teacher!”

(Bernadetta) “I-I won’t be dancing but, I’m sure watching you would be interesting!”

(Edelgard) “Our professor ball dancing?” Snrrk!

(Byleth) “I-I can dance! At least...I think I can?”

(Caspar) “You mean those ‘dances’ you do with the other mercenaries? That’s drunk dancing!”

(Hubert) “Seeing our professor ‘drunk dance’ at a ball as fancy as this would be very entertaining? May I humbly request you do this?”

(Byleth) “Absolutely not.”

Everyone began chatting about the dance, Byleth’s dancing skills and who they were going to ask to dance.

Edelgard watched the class engage in such a lively manner, it brought a smile to her face.

(Edelgard) “Excuse me, sorry to change the subject but I have a proposition. Five years from tomorrow, let’s all agree to meet up again!”

(Caspar) “Like a class reunion? That’s a great idea!”

(Petra) “Yes, you will get to see how much growing I have done! This is a good idea!”

(Byleth) “Five years time? Hah, I wonder how all you kids will be five years from now.”

(Linhardt) “And you won’t be enjoying a cozy retirement by then, professor?”

(Byleth) “Hah, not likely being honest. Though, no matter what I’ll be, I’ll be right back here in time.”

(Edelgard) “It’s a promise, professor. Don’t you forget it!”

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(Edelgard) “Five years...”

(Dimitri) “El?”

(Edelgard) “O-Oh, Dimitri. Sorry I...”

He stood next to Edelgard, looking up at the monastery.

(Dimitri) “We cannot turn the hands of time back to what it once was.”

(Edelgard) “I know but...maybe if I had done something different...Byleth wouldn’t be what he is now. If I had never started the war then...Maybe we could have all lived in peace together-”

(Claude) “What’s done is done, Edelgard.”

He walked up beside her, looking up with the two.

(Claude) “Much as I would have loved to live a life of friendship, reality doesn’t work that way. All we can do now is try to right our wrongs.”

(Dimitri) “No matter what, we’ll stay alive long enough to fix this world, together.”

(Edelgard) “...Together.”

(Claude) “I like the sound of that. But, right now we gotta hurry. We’ll be within Garreg Mach in an hour...”

(Edelgard) “Byleth...”

(Everyone) “...”

(Edelgard) “Alright. Let us put an end to it, once and for all.”

...

Byleth stood near the gates watching the three armies converge on their location.

(Soldier) “Sir, the Javelin of Liberation will be activating soon. All of the main forces who haven’t rebelled are out here in the gates.”

He nodded.

Ever since the massive casualties at Gronder, their morale was shaken and started to question their loyalty.

The fact that Shamir, Alois, and Leonie had defected did not help easing their fears.

There was an uprising within the barracks that had to be contained. No one had time to properly kill them.

(Soldier) “If I may sir?”

(Byleth) “Go ahead.”

(Soldier) “I don’t think there’s much chances of us surviving this fight, so you need to get to a safespot and ensure that the Javelin activates.”

Byleth turned to the soldier.

(Byleth) “You are right but...Not being with my men in this battle would surely break mora-”

(Soldier) “We’re all dying for this cause, one way or another. For us loyalists, I’d be more comfortable knowing our deaths ensured victory.”

Byleth looked at the armies who were getting closer, seeing Edelgard leading everyone alongside Dimitri and Claude.

(Byleth) “...Understood. Sothis watch over you all.”

The soldier nodded, and started directing commands to the others, preparing for battle.

Byleth went to the roof to watch the Javelin’s progress on activation.

The main core was in the Tombs where he found the Sword of the Creator, near the chapel.

(Byleth) “All of this blood I have shed...All the lives lost. All will soon be forgiven for everyone...”

...

(Dimitri) “Even though he is our old friend, we must not go easy today...”

(Claude) “As long as we pull off the victory, doesn’t matter how.”

(Edelgard) “Our victory must be absolute, no matter what it may take...”

Kingdom, Alliance, and Empire soldiers drew their swords, the House Leaders retainers coming up to them.

(Dedue) “We all are ready to lay down our lives to stop this madness.”

(Hilda) “Speak for yourself! I don’t plan on dying. I plan on kicking their butts, and living to tell the tale!”

(Hubert) “An inelegant way of putting it, but something I agree with nevertheless.”

...

The Blue Lions slowly drew out their weapons.

(Sylvain) “Can’t say that this is where I imagined the war taking us but...I’m glad we’re all together today.”

(Ingrid) “I will protect my homeland, and my people!”

(Felix) “Tch...If I die here, then the Old Man would never let me hear the end of it...”

(Annette) “My father is gone, but I will not be losing anyone else today!”

(Mercedes) “I’ll protect everyone, even if it means losing my own life!”

(Death Knight) “You will not be losing it when I am around, because I will make sure you die by my hands...”

(Ashe) “Lonato, Christophe, everyone...Today, we’ll make things right for everyone!”

...

The Golden Deers all stood behind Hilda.

(Marianne) “After seeing so much death firsthand, I now realize how precious life is. I won’t let everyone be robbed of such a wonderful thing!”

(Raphael) “I got my little sister, and she sure as heck isn’t going to get killed by this weird Javelin thing if I have anything to say about it!”

(Ignatz) “I’ll protect my family, and all of ours!”

(Lorenz) “What kind of noble would I be if I let a tragedy such as this slide? It is my honor to-”

(Lysithea) “Put a sock in it, would you?...Hmph, I’m not sure I have long to live but, I won’t be letting it end early!”

...

The Black Eagles Strike Force looked down sadly.

(Linhardt) “To think this is where 5 years would put us...”

(Bernadetta) “This one time, I won’t run away. If I die today, well...At least I know it was for all of you.”

(Caspar) “Randolph...even though I didn’t know you that well, I’ll make the professor pay for what he’s done to you, and your sister!”

(Dorothea) “Professor...”

(Ferdinand) “I am conflicted as well but, I will be protecting all of our homes.”

(Petra) “Whether it be Brigid or Fodlan, protect them I shall!”

...

(Edelgard) “Hubert. From the schematics and plans Leonie told us, you and the other retainers will lead the students to the core.”

(Hubert) “And you’ll be going for the control room where Byleth is, correct?”

She nodded.

(Hilda) “We’ll get it done, don’t you worry Miss Edelgard!”

(Dedue) “Leave it to us.”

Everyone looked back to the gates and took a deep breath.

Everything they did here would decide the fate of everyone.

[Apex of the World (Rain) - Fire Emblem Three Houses]

(Edelgard) “FORWARD, NOW!”

(Dimitri) “FOR HONOR!”

Claude motioned forward, and charged with everyone else.

Demonic Beasts came barreling out of the gate, running at a full tilt sprint at them.

Dimitri jumped into the air slammed the lance straight into its head, making it stop and trip over, the corpse now acting as a mini shield for everyone.

The second beast tried going for Claude, only to miss as his Wyvern flew into the air, letting Claude land a shot in the eye.

Hilda, Lorenz, and Ignatz attacked from the sides, sticking their weapons into its head as it tried to break free from the barrage.

Marianne and Lysithea finished it off with a combination of holy and dark magic, burning parts of the body off or completely disintegrating it.

The third beast swung its claws at Edelgard, which was blocked by a magical barrier that reflected it back.

She stood still readying her axe as the rest of the class charged in front of her.

Caspar grabbed onto its head while it was recoiling, and started punching it in the eye, with Hubert, Dorothea, and Linhardt keeping it down with magic.

Ferdinand, Petra, and Bernadetta began taking down the soldiers that were accompanying the beasts and were eventually joined in by the others.

The Blue Lions rushed into the town with Dimitri, seeing the soldiers in formation, walking towards them.

(Ingrid) “RIGHT AND LEFT FLANKS!”

Soldiers emerged from the houses, catching several Kingdom soldiers off guard and killed them.

The Death Knight was almost caught off guard by two soldiers, but his horse leaped back, and cut both their heads off with his scythe.

(Dimitri) “KEEP AN EYE ON THE HOUSES, SOME ARE IN HIDING!”

Dimitri swiped his lance upwards, cutting off the limbs of one knight as he helped one of his own up.

The rest of the classes joined in, with troopers on all sides pouring from the other entrances.

(Nemesis Knight 1) “THEY’RE IN, SHUT THE GATES!”

The Gates closed behind Edelgard, seeing that a good portion of her soldiers were still out there, alongside Claude’s and Dimitri’s.

Claude’s Wyvern landed on a porch right in front of the gate and motioned to everyone.

(Claude) “PREVENT ANY REINFORCEMENTS FROM COMING IN OUTSIDE, AND FIND A WAY TO BLAST THESE GATES OPEN!”

(Alliance Captain) “Yes, Milord!”

Claude nodded and flew back into the fight that was ensuing in the town.

Felix and Sylvain struck down a soldier trying to charge Annette and Mercedes who were trying to cast a spell.

As another squad tried to come at them from behind, Ingrid swooped in, knocking them all back with her Pegasus and skewered one of the soldiers on her lance, making her drop it and pulling out a sword.

Annette and Mercedes shot a line of ice spikes that shot out of the ground, sending a battalion flying into the buildings around them.

Ashe took out the enemy snipers trying to shoot Ingrid, and Dedue protected him from any attackers coming from behind.

A soldier turned the corner and ran straight into Dedue’s shield, making him kick the soldier down, tumbling onto other soldiers falling at the bottom.

Once the Town Square was clear, they all moved to the gates.

However, more and more soldiers began to surround them.

(Dimitri) “Damn, there’s no end to them!”

Dimitri cut down several soldiers, twirling his lance and impaling a soldier behind him without turning to look at him.

Edelgard crushed a soldier completely into the concrete, breaking it and making blood splatter everywhere as Hubert shot a fireball into the building, making everything inside explode.

A soldier opened the door from the building, completely on fire as he fell to the ground dead.

(Edelgard) “We will not be able to make it to Monastery at this rate!”

(Hilda) “Claude, take Dimitri and Edelgard to the monastery, there’s no time to wait up on us!”

They all looked back to their retainers, realizing if they had any chance, they had to be left behind.

(Dedue) “Your highness, go!”

(Hubert) “We have no intention of dying just yet!”

(Hilda) “GO YOU IDIOT!”

Claude nodded, and had Dimitri and Edelgard hop on.

(Claude) “This ride’s gonna be really bumpy, so hang on!”

His Wyvern shot off towards the Monastery, leaving everyone behind.

(Dedue) “Now, it’s up to us!”

The soldiers who accompanied the classes were finally wiped out by the overwhelming numbers of Knights of Nemesis, who slowly began to surround them.

(Hilda) “Looks like they still haven’t found a way to enter in yet! We need reinforcements!”

(Hubert) “EVERYONE, HOLD YOUR GROUND!”

All the classes stood back to back, drawing out their weapons as they moved closer in.

(Ingrid) “So many of them...!”

(Lorenz) “I admit, I’m more than a little worried!”

(Hilda) “I never thought I’d be dying back at the schoolgrounds!”

(Dedue) “How about side by side with your classmates?”

(Hilda) “...No!”

(Hubert) “Both of you be quiet, we need a plan!”

(Bernadetta) “You know what...?!”

Everyone turned to Bernadetta who grasped her bow firmly.

(Bernadetta) “TO HELL WITH ALL OF YOU, NONE OF YOU ARE GONNA KILL ANY OF US TODAY!”

She took the chance to fire her arrow straight through someone’s head, making the soldiers flinch.

(Death Knight) “Well said, little one! General Vestra, you have your plan!”

Before they could react, the Death Knight jumped into the crowd, swinging his sycthe left and right and decapitating and chopping people into pieces.

Now, the rest of the class began attacking, charging and making their enemies back up in fear.

Ashe and Petra pulled out a sword and started trading blows with anyone who got too close to their circle, followed by Felix and Sylvain.

Annette and Mercedes went back into the circle as everyone was keeping the close combat soldiers at bay, alongside Marianne, Lysithea, Dorothea, Linhardt and Hubert.

Spells ranging from healing to offensive were being cast, keeping everyone in fighting shape as they slowly turned the odds back into their favor.

Ingrid grabbed Ignatz by the hand and onto her Pegasus, leading them towards archers who were about to fire into the crowd.

Ignatz dropped down and sliced most of their bows in half, with one archer being able to shoot into the crowd.

Dedue grabbed his shield and deflected an arrow that was about to hit HIlda.

(Dedue) “Ineffective!”

(Hilda) “Thanks!”

She said cheerfully as she swung her axe down, cutting someone in half, and kicking the legs toward a crowd.

Caspar and Raphael used their gauntlets to pulverize the enemies, charging straight in together, crushing heads and stabbing through stomachs.

A group tried to gang up on Raphael, who grabbed one of the soldiers by the legs and swung his body like a weapon, sending troopers flying back from the sheer force.

Ferdinand and Lorenz had to get off their horses to fight in such close quarters, elegantly dodging with their lances and striking back, almost as if they were fencing instead.

The more that everyone cut down, the more soldiers that took their place coming in.

(Ashe) “S-So many!”

(Dedue) “WHERE ARE THE REINFORCEMENTS?!”

As if on cue, one of the gates close by completely exploded, shooting debris all over the floor.

Everyone stopped fighting and looked towards the noise, unsure of whose side it was.

(Nemesis Knight) “That came from the barracks we had in town!”

More Knights of Nemesis emerged from the smoke, raising their weapons.

The students clenched their teeth, raising their weapons as the Knights of Nemesis started to cheer.

Their cheering stopped when they saw Thunder Catherine step out in front of them.

(Catherine) “Sorry to keep you all waiting!”

An arrow flew out of the smoke, hitting a soldier dead in the eye, letting the Knights with Catherine charge out into the fray.

They were joined by Knights of Seiros, adding more to the chaos and confusion.

(Nemesis Knight) “DAMN IT, THE DEFECTORS GOT OU-AUGH!”

A soldier had an axe thrown into his chest, and another was taken out by a woman on horseback.

(Shamir) “Looks like we made it in time.”

(Alois) “Had to make a quick detour!”

(Leonie) “Come on, the Monastery guards will be too busy to deal with us!”

The classes looked off into the distance and saw smoke coming from Garreg Mach.

Even the demonic beasts were having a hard time dealing with the Defectors.

(Shamir) “The beasts we made were ordered not to attack our own forces in the event someone possessed them or Those Who Slither were still around. Obviously, that came to bite them in the ass.”

(Hilda) “Then what are we waiting for, let’s get a move on!”

Everyone nodded, and left the fighting to the soldiers, running towards Garreg Mach.

Catherine was leading the charge, cutting down anyone foolish enough to get in her way, with the classes coming in right behind her.

(Alois) “We’re heading towards the chapel’s Tomb! That’s where the core is!”

Everyone nodded and made a mad dash for the chapel.

Able to run through most of the mayhem with the Loyalists and Defectos fighting each other, they ran down the stairs and saw the core.

It was a massive glowing crystal that was so bright, it almost illuminated the entire tomb.

(Leonie) “There it is, let’s go!”

(Dedue) “A moment, Leonie.”

(Leonie) “Huh?”

(Hilda) “Where are the guards at?”

Everyone remained silent until they saw a shadowy figure form in front of the crystal.

(Hubert) “That sword shape!”

Catherine turned her attention to the weapon the figure was holding.

(Catherine) “The Sword of the Creator! Damn it, it’s Byleth!”

(Linhardt) “N-No it isn’t! Look at the shape of that person!”

(Death Knight) “It is someone worse...”

The core pulsated, and now lit the entire room up to where everyone could see the figure clear as day.

...

“Who...WHO ARE YOU ALL?!”

(Mage) “Sir, the ressurection is working, and he’s under our control.”

(Byleth) “Amazing, Thales. Simply amazing. Trying to resurrect this man against Seiros. How symbolic.”

“That sword...that is mine...! And that crest...!”

(Byleth) “It was never yours to begin with. Sothis belongs to no one.”

“Your hair...your eyes..that means...YOU’RE ONE OF THEM-”

(Byleth) “Kneel.”

“HRRGH! I...CANNOT...MOVE...”

(Byleth) “This is your duty, and you will obey. You are to protect this room from invaders, and you will forfeit your life in order to protect it.”

“I AM A KING! YOU CANNOT CHAIN ME DOWN LIKE-”

(Byleth) “I can, and will. I’ve read the reports on what you are. You’re nothing more than a pathetic old man, but a useful one I suppose. Put him into stasis and have him reemerge once someone has infiltrated.”

(Mage) “Yes sir.”

“YOU WHELPS, DO YOU NOT KNOW WHO I AM?!”

...

[God-Shattering Star - Fire Emblem Three Houses]

(Hubert) “Nemesis...!”

“You...YOU ALL WILL DI-”

(Hilda) “GO BACK TO HELL YOU CRUSTY OLD BASTARD!”

(Leonie) “Goddess, that’s what Byleth was doing all this time down here?!”

(Dedue) “Tch, doesn’t matter! We must get to the core, from the way it’s glowing its about to activate!”

(Catherine) “THEN LET’S DO THIS! EVERYONE, CHARGE!”

(Everyone) “HYAAAAAAAAA-”

(Nemesis) “NO ONE WILL GET IN MY WAY TO DESTROY SEIROS AND HER CRONIES!”

Nemesis charged into the students, and clashed swords with Catherine.

The swings were met blow for blow, both of them too fast to actually make any decisive hits.

Alois and Leonie came in from the sides, attempting to flank him.

Kicking Catherine away, he cut the head off Leonie’s horse, making her fly off and the horse making Alois roll out the way.

Bernadetta, Ignatz, and Ashe fired several arrows at him while he was in place, making him back off.

Activating the whip, he deflected the arrows and swung it the archers.

Ignatz managed to dodge in time, but Ashe and Bernadetta were hit by it, making them hit the floor.

Leonie and Alois charged again, Alois slamming the axe onto the floor with Nemesis rolling out the way, blocking Leonie’s hit in time.

Pulling back his sword, he swung at Alois, cutting his axe in half and striking him down, a visible scar on his armor as he fell down.

Leonie sustained a similar injury, though without the blessing of armor, having blood spill out.

(Hilda) “LEONIE!”

(Hubert) “FOCUS!”

Nemesis jumped into the air, slamming his bastardized version of the Sword of the Creator into the ground, creating a mini shockwave.

Dedue, Hilda, and Hubert, and Catherine were sent flying and hit the pillars behind them, falling onto the ground.

Annette and Mercedes fired a multitude of spells at him, Nemesis using the whip to absorb the spells with his sword.

Quickly deactivating the whip, he countered both the Death Knight and Felix’s attacks, who came from his sides.

Nemesis grabbed Felix and threw him onto the Death Knight, making him fall off his horse.

The horse went ballistic, and started charging at Nemesis out of pure fear, which he cut in half with a single slice.

He turned to his right and saw Ferdinand, Lorenz, and Sylvain charging with their lances in three separate directions.

Flicking his wrist, the whip reactivated and he swung it upwards, decapitating all the horses and inflicting cuts that went through all three of their armors.

He noticed that his shadow was growing larger, and looked upwards seeing Ingrid trying to divebomb him with the Pegasus.

Rolling to the side and taking several swings, both unable to land a solid hit on each other.

Nemesis grabbed Ingrid by the arm, and pulled her towards him and off her mount.

He punched her in the stomach, denting the armor and making her cough up blood.

The force which he grabbed her dislocated Ingrid’s arm, and he threw her into the closest wall, making the wall crack using Ingrid as a projectile.

When she fell onto the floor, it was then he noticed that Lysithea, Annette, and Dorothea were charging up a spell.

It was starting to become brighter than the core in the room.

(Lysithea) “FIRE!”

Unleashing a beam of dark magic, it completely incinerated the pillars next to Nemesis, with him barely dodging in time.

He was about to run before he noticed that parts of his arms were singed off, making it hard to hold the Sword of the Creator.

Flicking his wrist, he was about to strike at the three mages until it got caught onto something.

Looking back, he saw the Death Knight’s scythe was holding the whip.

Caspar and Raphael leaped out from cover, and drove their gauntlets into his head, making an audible cracking noise.

Instead of falling over, Nemesis mustered all his strength to throw the Death Knight around like a ragdoll, finally releasing his grip.

Having nothing to restrain him, he headbutted Caspar so hard that blood came out from both their heads, and kicked Raphael into the ground.

Nemesis aimed his sword at Raphael’s heart, but his hand was shot by a precision shot, making the sword fly off from his hands.

Turning back, he saw Shamir and Petra, loading up arrows.

He ran up to them, leaving his sword behind and using rage as his weapons, raised his fists.

Petra and Shamir dodged his punch, as he punched the wall and created two massive holes.

They took out their daggers and went for the his knees, slicing the major arteries and hopping away quickly before he could retaliate.

From this position, Nemesis could see the room clearly.

All the mages in the room immediately went to healing the injured, Mercedes, Marianne and Linhardt healing the gravely injured first.

However it was at this point he realized he didn’t see Hubert, Catherine, Hilda or Dedue from where he knocked them out.

He saw Lysithea in the distance, firing at a spell behind a rock.

Then, the bright light appeared right above him.

Catherine was warped right on top of him, slamming Thunderbrand into his arms, which he tried to use as a shield.

Feeling his bones start to split apart, he then realized where the other three were.

Right beside Catherine.

Hilda slammed her axe into his legs, severing it, which made him lose balance, leading to his arm getting cut off by Thunderbrand.

Dedue slammed his shield with all his strength on top of Nemesis’s head, crushing it and splattering his head all over the floor.

Everyone hopped out the way as Hubert casted his most powerful dark spell, completely overwhelming Nemesis’s body and vaporizing it into dust.

Once his body was gone, the mock Sword of the Creator dissipated into the air.

(Shamir) “Leonie, Alois!”

Marianne grabbed Leonie while Mercedes helped Alois up, trying to heal their injuries.

(Leonie) “D-Don’t worry about us, the core...!”

They all looked to the core which was pulsating faster and faster.

(Shamir) “Shit, it’s about to activate!”

(Alois) “Y-you-agh! N-Need to overload it with magic! HURRY!”

Dorothea, Linhardt, Lysithea, and Annette all started to cast their strongest spells and aimed it at the core.

(Shamir) “NOW!”

At the same time, all of them shot from their hands, ranging from ice, holy, dark, meteoric spells onto the core, hitting it all at once.

The core exploded into fragments, the energy overtaking the room in a bright light.

[SONG END]

Catherine held her eyes shut, expecting to lose all feeling from the blast, until she opened an eye.

The room was just lit dimly with the orange torches that were in the room, no longer outshined by the core.

She looked around her, seeing all the students were having a similar reaction.

(Leonie) “We...did it...hah...!”

Marianne felt Leonie go limp, which prompted her to start shaking her.

(Hilda) “L-LEONIE!”

(Marianne) “I-It’s the shock from her blood loss, I can still save her!”

(Catherine) “And the others?!”

(Sylvain) “A-Agh...right here...!”

Sylvain was helped up by Felix, but they nearly tripped over themselves once they saw how Ingrid was.

Ferdinand and Lorenz helped each other up, which Linhardt began to heal the both of them, alongside Dorothea.

(Hubert) “That was far closer than I’d like...”

(Hilda) “N-No kidding...!”

(Dedue) “Wait a second, our lords!”

Everyone’s eyes widened when Dedue said that.

They may have taken out the core.

But what about Byleth?

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Child!Byleth Killing Flayn

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The Decisive Collision (FE: Three Houses Short Fic)

Child!Byleth Professor AU (Soldier of Sorrow)

The Knights of Seiros attack the Empire controlled Garreg Mach, throwing all they have into it.

It was costly for both sides.

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"EVERYONE, DEFEND THE MONASTERY WITH YOUR LIVES!" Edelgard shouted to everyone.

The Knights of Serios had returned in full force, the empire currently engaging Rhea and Catherine in the frontlines.

Meanwhile an elite strike force was sent to capture the Monastery, luckily the Black Eagles were prepared for this.

The tiny professor ran out with his armored company while everyone took up defensive positions.

He'd leave the defensive strategies to Hubert, right now Byleth would focus on the enemies incoming.

It was a team of archers, all taking aim at him.

Byleth turned to the sergeant and nodded as he stood behind him. The sergeant raised his shield up and turned to the company.

"FORM THE WALL!"

The soldiers in the back held their shield up while the ones in front stood their ground. As one, the batallion moved forward, blocking the arrows being shot at them.

They were like a massive slab of iron, crushing the debris under them as they walked as one, completely impervious to all attacks.

As soon as they got close enough, Byleth ran out of the crowd and cut them down, prompting the company to charge and rush the archers down.

Their formation was broken down, and Byleth turned to the sergeant.

"The enemies might be hiding in places we don't know yet, so keep your guard up! I'm going after their commander!"

"Yes sir, be careful!"

Byleth then rushed to the armored company's flank, and cut down anyone in his way.

Right as he saw a squad of soldiers, they were immediately cut down by a hail of arrows and magic. He turned to his left and saw Linhardt and Bernadetta keeping this sightline locked down.

Byleth rushed down the road now that the way was clear.

"MA'AM, WATCH OUT!"

The soldier said, looking to his right.

Looks like there's one of them, no need to waste time then.

Instead of cutting the soldier down, he jumped on his shoulders and leapt off him, landing right in front of one of the Knight's Commanders, and his whole world stopped.

"Flayn...?!"

"Byleth!"

She turned to him, a few soldiers stepping in front to guard her.

"Stand down everyone, STAND DOWN!"

The soldiers looked at each other as Flayn pushed them aside, running to Byleth.

As she took a step forward, Byleth took a step back, holding the Sword of the Creator.

"...Oh. That's right we're...we're-"

"Enemies." Byleth said, reluctant to admit the truth.

She wanted to hug him so bad, finally seeing him alive after 5 long years. But of course, that was a fool's dream. They were now enemy commanders on opposing sides.

Byleth was fighting for the Empire, while Flayn fought for the Church.

"Byleth...Even though we are foes I...I cannot raise my weapons against you. After all, you...you saved my life before. I am in your debt."

Byleth stood still, not knowing what to do. His years of mercenary training never prepared him to kill someone he loved.

...Well, used to. There was no longer a place for that anymore.

This was war.

"...Then make use of your debt, and run, Flayn! I don't want to hurt you."

"I...I can't do that! Is there no way to lay your weapon down?!"

"Flayn, you don't know what you're supporting! Rhea is a lunatic, smiting all who oppose the church for even the most-"

"How is Edelgard any different?! She ruined our lives at the academy, turned everyone we spent so much time with at the academy against each other! YOUR STUDENTS!"

"...I..."

"FLAYN!" A third voice was present now.

Byleth looked up and saw Seteth fly towards her on his Wyvern, getting between them.

(Seteth) "Why haven't you?!...Oh."

(Byleth) "Seteth."

(Seteth) "Professor...You have my thanks for rescuing Flayn from back then and...To be quite honest, I do not agree with Lady Rhea's intentions anymore..."

Byleth saw a chance.

"Is there anyway that the army...No, just you two could leave?"

They both were silent. That was an option they could actually take.

...Well, it used to be.

A bow and arrow trained onto Byleth, a woman taking a sharp inhale.

(Shamir) "Taking the shot."

THWAP!

It was in slow motion for Flayn, she saw the arrow come out of the corner of her eye, and landed inside Byleth's arm.

It seemed the aim was off just by a little, because that shot would've skewered his brain.

(Flayn) "BYLETH!"

Both Flayn and Seteth's eyes widened, slowly looking up.

Shamir was on top of a building by herself, as Alois was coming around the corner.

(Alois) "Byleth...! How could you betray the church and go against the monastery?!"

Byleth staggered back, ripping out the arrow.

His eyes met with Flayn.

There was no more hesitation, only betrayal in them.

(Byleth) "Tch, I was an idiot letting my guard down!"

(Flayn) "P-Please wait!"

(Dorothea) "PROFESSOR!"

Dorothea, Edelgard, Caspar and Ferdinand came out of the woods nearby, and started attacking the enemy.

(Edelgard) "You're injured, what happened?!"

(Byleth) "They got the jump on me, proceed as planned! Get Shamir, and leave the commanders to me!"

They all nodded, their soldiers charging Alois and Shamir.

Seteth and Flayn were left with Byleth.

(Byleth) "Peace was never an option...was it?"

Not bothering to let them answer, he activated his whip and swung it toward Seteth. His wyvern flew up into the air as Flayn jumped backwards, tears in her eyes.

(Flayn) "Byleth...! Tch, ABRAXAS!"

Light from the skies shone down on his location, he quickly got out of the way as it smited the ground, completely obliterating whatever was in it.

Seteth flew down his axe slamming down, almost hitting Byleth.

He couldn't block that attack from the force of a wyvern supporting it, which meant he had to bring it down.

Byleth ran backwards while using the sword's whip to block any magic attacks Flayn was firing at him.

He needed Linhardt's magic to bring the Wyvern down.

As he ran back, Seteth gave hot pursuit, and eventually cutting off Byleth.

He swung his axe while the Wyvern slammed its tail, trying to crush Byleth.

The sword's whip was barely keeping the both of them at bay.

Flayn was coming up from behind, he needed to act fast.

"CAPTAIN!"

The armored company charged as one, managing to catch Seteth off guard, and knocking his Wyvern away, but it quickly flew up and roared at them.

Seteth saw a bolt of lightning coming towards his direction, and jumped off before it could hit him.

The wyvern was struck down, and hit the concrete. It tried to get back up before the armored company stabbed it in the gut, dogpiling on it.

"Its the commander!" "Get him!"

Two of the knights foolishly charged, and were instantly cut down by Seteth, followed up by another three.

(Sergeant) "Get back you idiots, don't take him on!"

(Bernadetta) "SHIELDS UP!"

All the soldiers lifted their shields in response as Bernadetta and her battalion unleashed a volley of arrows on top of him.

Byleth while this was happening, was desperately fighting off Flayn.

Her magical prowess was nothing he had ever seen before, it was as if her abilities weren't human to begin with.

Smite after smite, too fast to even dodge, was starting to wear him down.

His armor was heavily damaged, he was now starting to bleed.

Flayn breathed heavily, the use of all this magic and having to physically dodge the whip was exhausting. She wasn't sure how long she could keep this up.

Byleth knelt down, seemingly no longer able to fight. Flayn slowly approached him, holding her hand to his face.

"Byleth...Thank you for everything..."

"Flayn. I want to thank you as well...But I also want to apologize."

"Don't...You're fighting for what you believe in-"

"No. For deceiving you like this."

"Wha-?!"

"Divine Pulse."

Time froze in place as Byleth slowly stood up, and walked back behind Flayn as he deactivated the whip and reverted to the sword.

Time took a little bit to catch up, so he sighed, saying his goodbye to Flayn.

"...It didn't feel good to lie to you, even if you won't remember it. I...really did like you, Flayn."

She slowly began walking backwards, and finally into place.

"Huh?! Where did he-"

And in just a moment, her back was split into agonizing pain, as she fell forward, unable to stand up anymore.

Instead of her face hitting the concrete, she felt someone catch her gently, and lie her against the floor.

The pain was starting to subside, as was her consciousness when Byleth grabbed her hand. She felt tears on her face, and gently wiped it off of Byleth.

"I'm...sorry.......-"

Seteth managed to fight off the spears from the armored company until he looked behind him and saw Flayn.

Bleeding.

"FLAYN!"

He ran towards Byleth, axe about to swing until he felt an arrow in his back, followed by a blazing heat, making him fall forward.

The armored company then followed up with several stabs, but truth be told, he didn't feel anything after he saw Flayn dead.

He was too, the moment she did.

Byleth gently put Flayn onto the floor, and turned his attention to Shamir and Alois.

Shamir was cornered by Caspar who had punched her bow and sword away, leaving her wide open.

She tried taking out a dagger and stab it into his stomach, but he was far faster than it.

He kicked her hand away, making her drop the dagger and rolled out the way, Shamir not knowing why.

(Dorothea) "METEOR!"

Shamir's eyes went wide as she looked up, a giant rock of immeasurable heat, landed, no, crushed her. Shamir was gone.

Alois was impressively holding off Ferdinand and Edelgard, but the company following him was already dead.

Byleth didn't want this to go on any longer than it had to. Especially for a dear friend of Jeralt's and himself.

Byleth jumped into the fray, and stabbing him through the stomach, piercing his armor.

The last thoughts he had was something only Byleth was able to hear.

"Jeralt I...protected...the...-"

He never finished it, however.

Alois slid onto the ground, finally dead.

(Knight of Serios) "RETREAT! RETREAT!"

The empire soldiers all raised their hands into a cheer, everyone except for the students.

They all saw what Byleth had to do, after all.

The next night...

Byleth put flowers on Flayn's and Seteth's graves.

He recalled how much Flayn had made him smile during the Academy.

How wonderful it was, and now all Byleth could wonder if something different could've happened.

He heard someone behind him.

(Edelgard) "I'm...afraid the time for mourning can no longer be spared."

(Byleth) "..."

(Edelgard) "We need to depart now, the forces are all gathering."

(Byleth) "Understood."

Byleth was thankful all the tears he had for Flayn was already out of his sytem.

Though, it only took from this morning since she was buried until now to finally be rid of it.

He walked alongside Edelgard, about to depart for the Holy Kingdom.

He couldn't help but look back to Flayn's grave one last time.

"..I...Think I loved you but...I'll never know."

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