#but i was thinking about like. how the bear stood out to alfonse not only as a safe option

[moe-broey]

Something funny/fully unintentional actually, pulling up my Askr refs/Aether Resort Inn specifically:

It even has the blue ribbon....

The design philosophy behind the bear really was. Imagine a teddy bear. Most standard bear possible. That's it there you go. And I guess I fucking delivered LMFAOOO

WHICH. Is Not hard to do, but I just think it's funny. Because I was putting sooooo much thought into it, so much characterization here on both sides.

Alfonse, not knowing what to pick, goes for the safest option. Its face kinda makes him think of Moe, too. The eyes are mostly covered by fur, hard to see.

Moe, upon receiving this. Trims the fur away so "it can see". Ties a ribbon around its neck. Unsure when this happens/how much of a bond they have, but it does have Alfonse on the mind when it does this. If it's still early on, maybe it's just to honor him? He was nice to me, after all.

And ofc just. The bear being a stupid ploy in the first place. One of Many things that Moe used to determine how much it can trust Alfonse, what kind of person he is. Guy who is SO normal.

[awkotacosummoner]

What Had Happened

Summary: Kiran asks Lif what had happened to the Kiran of his world.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24134002

Warnings: Major character death

Alfonse, no Lif, was seated in the castle’s garden.  A stone bench was next to rose bush.  Kiran realized it was the same bench that they and Alfonse would sit at all the time.  Alfonse always showed Kiran Askr’s stars, and Kiran would talk about how different they were compared to their world.

It was one of the things that Kiran just adored doing with the prince.  Nobody ever bothered them when they sat on that bench.  It was as if nothing else ever existed when they sat there together.

Kiran and Alfonse had silently to avoid the bench when Lif was summoned.  Kiran and Alfonse had been sitting there, enjoying themselves like they did every night.  But when they left, Kiran had noticed Lif not too far from where they sat.  Kiran brought it up to Alfonse and they decided that they would let Lif spend time there for a while.  It was the least they could do for him.

But for some reason, something just seemed to pull Kiran to this spot.  They knew full well that Lif would be there and that they should give him space, but they felt like they should go see him at least.

Kiran had stood there just watching quietly for about fifteen minutes before they finally got the courage to approach him.

When they finally did, they took a seat next to him on the bench.  Lif did not acknowledge them, but he made no effort to get them to leave either.  They just sat in silence for another few minutes before Kiran finally spoke up.

“Have you talked to anybody?” was all Kiran asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Have you talked to anybody about what you went through?” Kiran re-worded.  “Maybe Sharena?  She’s really worried you, you know...”

“I can’t.” said Lif.  “I put her through so much back in my world, I can’t do it to this world’s Sharena too.”

“What about me?  You know how great of a listener I am.”

“Kiran...” Lif slumped over, putting his face in his hands.  “You have no idea how much it hurts to see you, no matter the circumstance.  I see you all day, and then at night you’re in my nightmares.  Both you and Sharena.”

“Lif... I’m sorry, I had no idea.” Kiran apologized.  “I know it’s hard, but I really think you should talk to someone about this.  It’s not healthy to keep everything to yourself.  If you were to share that burden with someone, I’m sure you’ll feel at least a little bit better.”

Lif didn’t respond to that.  He knew Kiran had a point, but he believed it was his burden to bear.  No one else’s.  Kiran had pulled one of his hands from his face and slowly slipped his hand into theirs.  It was so cold for Kiran.  They gave the hand a tight squeeze before continuing.

“Could... Could you at least tell me what happened to the me in your world?  Keeping this to yourself is only going to hurt you, Lif.”

“Are you sure you can handle it, Kiran?  I can’t imagine how it must feel knowing that if things were just a bit different, you’d be dead.  Do you really want to know how it would’ve happened and what came after?”

Kiran thought for a moment before squeezing Lif’s hand a second time.

“Yes.”

Lif took a deep breath before telling Kiran what he’d been keeping to himself for so long.

----

“Al-Alfonse...” Kiran tried to speak through the gurgling noise of the blood in their throat.

“D-Don’t talk, Kiran.  Stay still, a healer should be here soon.  Everything will be okay.” Alfonse sobbed, cradling Kiran’s head in his lap.  His hand resting on their cheek, unable to look away from the gaping hole in Kiran’s gut.  It was obvious to anyone that Kiran was not going to make it, Alfonse refused to accept anything else.  He had already lost so much, if he were to lose the love of his life after his sister, it would be too much to bear.  

“I love you, so, so much, Alfonse.” Kiran rasped, a little bit of blood pooling out of their mouth and going down their chin.  “I just want you to know that I don’t regret coming here.  I’m so happy I got to meet you, my love.”

Alfonse held Kiran’s hand to his chest and simply nodded.  

“I love you too, Kiran.” he sobbed.  “I love you more than you could ever possibly know.  And I promise you, that I will find a way to bring you and everyone else back to me.   Both you and Sharena.”

“Don’t... push... yourself... ” Kiran’s breath was starting to get laboured, Alfonse realized as Kiran took a deep breath between words.  “Just focus... on surviving...”

As soon as Kiran had said that, Alfonse could feel their hand go limp in his.

Alfonse couldn’t bring himself to do anything except cry into his beloved’s hair.  He just sat there and cried until Eir had finally returned with Askr soldiers.

They had managed to convince Alfonse to return to the castle with them.  Eir stayed away from Alfonse, thinking he must have blamed her.

But in reality, Alfonse didn’t blame her.  He didn’t blame anyone except himself and Hel.  Hel took his parents away, slayed his sister before it was her time, and she had now taken the life of someone who should not have even been here in the first place. Hel.

This was all Hel’s fault.  Alfonse would not rest until he had personally destroyed Hel himself.  He clenched his fists in anger.  For the rest of the march back to the castle, all Alfonse could think of was how he was going to kill Hel.

----

When they had finally arrived back at the castle, it was pretty much empty.  No one except the castle staff and the kingdom’s army remained.  Alfonse discovered that all the heroes Kiran had summoned were returned to their worlds when Kiran died.  Kiran was the only thing keeping them in this world and now that they’re gone they weren’t able to stay.

He knew the castle would feel empty, but not this empty.  It was practically silent in the building.  There were a few confused servants, who were most likely confused by the sudden disappearance of all the heroes.

But Alfonse could care less right now.

He was all alone right now.

Yeah, sure; Eir was there.  He knew despite everything, she’s still there for him.  Kiran and Sharena both were close to her.  She loved them, and he knows she loves him too.  But he just can’t face her right now.  If he saw the daughter of the woman who killed his love and sister... he just didn’t want to throw any misdirected anger toward another victim.

----

Time blurred for Alfonse.  The moment he arrived at the castle he retreated into his room and had stayed there.  He had no idea how much time had passed.  One moment he looked out the window and the sun was up, he faced away for a bit and the next he looked it was dark.  He couldn’t really remember anything he had done for the past few days.  He vaguely remembers eating the meals that the castle staff had urged him to eat, but the meals were the only way he knew how much time had passed.

It must have been a week of this before he heard this frantic pounding on his bedroom door.  He slowly got out of bed and answered it.  No longer caring about appearances he put no effort into making himself look presentable.  When he opened the door he saw it was one of his general’s.  The name escaped his mind at the moment but the man immediately started his report.

“Prince Alfonse, Hel and her army have been seen marching toward the kingdom.  We believe she’s making her way for the Capital.”

Alfonse stood there for a second, taking in the news.  Not quite sure how to respond to this report.

A part of him was ashamed to admit that he didn’t really care about the war anymore.  Most of his kingdom is gone, most slayed by Hel and her army.  He had no real kingdom to protect anymore, he had no family to fight with him, and he no longer had a love to fight for.

But there was also a part of him who wanted to march straight to Hel and destroy her and get revenge for all that he had lost.  To make her pay for everything that she had done to him and his people.

He finally reached over and grabbed his sword and looked at the general.

“Grab any soldier who’s willing to fight.  We’re ending this once and for all.” he said.

“Y-Yes, sir!” the man saluted before running off toward the barracks.

Alfonse changed into his armor.  He wasn’t going to let Hel have her way, not without a fight.  That’s not what Kiran or Sharena would have wanted.  If Hel wanted a fight, well he’d give her one.

----

With both the Askr army and Hel’s army marching toward each other it wasn’t long before they met and engaged in combat.  Alfonse and what was left of the Askr army did what they could, but soon only Alfonse remained.  He held his sword up, directed at Hel and glared through the rain.

“It seems that after everything you still want to fight, Prince Alfonse.” Hel said, looking down at him from her throne.

“There is nothing you could do that would make me stop fighting you, Hel!” Alfonse yelled.  “I will kill you, and avenge everyone you’ve slaughtered!”

“Is that so?” she asked.  “Well if that’s what you want you’ll still have to reach me.  I have one guard who I think you’ll have difficulty fighting.”

“Send anyone, Hel!  I’ll kill them if it means I can finally kill you!”

Hel closed her eyes in thought for a second before opening them.

“Very well.” she said, and motioned for someone to come closer with her hand.

Alfonse readied his sword and got into position, he was going to cut down anyone who got in his way.

When the person Hel called for had finally reached the front of the army, Alfonse felt all the color drain from his face, he was nearly brought down to his knees from the shock.

There in front him, standing guard for Hel, was his beloved Kiran.

But Kiran didn’t look like themselves anymore.  Their skin was no longer the same color, instead it was a colorless gray.  Their eyes no longer held the same glow it usually had, they looked sunken and lifeless.  Even their hair looked dead and brittle.

It was then that Alfonse recalled one of Hel’s abilities.  She was able to bring the people she killed over to serve her.  As a part of her army of the living dead.

This... This was just too much.

This, he just couldn’t do.

Being forced to fight the person he had fallen in love with?  It was unthinkable.

“Alfonse...” Kiran’s small voice reached his ears, causing him to look them in the eye.  Kiran had a sword ready in their hands.  “Please, kill me.”

Alfonse’s eyes widened at their request.

“K-Kill you?  Kiran, I can’t kill you.  I’ve already seen you die once, I can’t handle it again.” Alfonse argued, feeling tears build up.

“You have to.” Kiran said, tears running down their face.  “If you don’t, I’m going to kill you, and I’m going to kill more people.  Innocent people.  I’ll never be able to rest as long as I live like this.  Alfonse, I can’t control my body at all.  Everything I’m doing is against my will.  I can’t stand this much longer.”

Kiran’s sobbing ripped Alfonse’s heart apart.  He remembered having to do this for his father after he took the curse meant for his son.  Kiran was right, they’d never be able to rest, never move on to the afterlife, as long as they were here a part of Hel’s army.

It was their last wish, for Alfonse to free them from this living Hell that they had been forced into.

Alfonse dragged them into all of this, he’ll get them out.  He promised.

Alfonse looked at Kiran through teary eyes and readied his sword.

“Alright, I’ll kill you.” Alfonse said in a tight voice.  “If it’ll free you from Hel’s will, I’ll do it.”

He saw Kiran smile through their tears before running over and raising their sword.

“I’m sorry!” Kiran cried.

“Don’t be.” Alfonse smiled as well, blocking Kiran’s sword.  Kiran was never strong to begin with.  Alfonse insisted they stay behind the army at all times so they never really had to learn how to use a weapon.  Alfonse knew that despite Hel controlling Kiran, they still couldn’t go beyond the limits they had when they were alive.  He knew that this was just to keep him from fighting.

Well, he wasn’t going to let her use Kiran as a shield.  He’d free Kiran from this nightmare and give them the peace of the afterlife that they deserved.  He at least owed them that much.

Alfonse closed his eyes and swung his sword and felt it penetrate skin.  His eyes clenched tighter when he heard Kiran grunt in pain.

‘This is for the best.’ He reminded himself.

He took a look and saw that his sword cut right through Kiran’s abdomen.  Kiran stood there for a second, sword still raised from moving to cut him down, frozen.

Kiran smiled before coughing up blood that splattered onto Alfonse’s face, but he didn’t even care.  Kiran’s arms dropped along with the sword and Alfonse caught them in his arms before they fell.

“Thank... you...” Kiran smiled as what little life they had left drained from their face.

“Anything for you, my love.” Alfonse said as he held their hand up to his cheek.  “Anything for you.”

----

“It was after that, that Hel proposed the deal.” Lif finished.

“The deal that if you served her she would bring back everyone who dies in this world back to life in your world?” Kiran asked.

“Yes.” he said.  “The thought of losing you not once but twice was too much to bear.  I couldn’t handle the idea of having that image of you working for Hel to be the last thing I saw of you.”

“Are you upset that I summoned you here?  Are you angry that you have to keep living in this world?”

Lif was silent for a second, but he spoke up after a few seconds of thinking.

“Sometimes.  It hurts that I’m not able to be with the Sharena and Kiran of my world.” he said.  “But being here, and seeing you two live happily now comforts me.  It makes me feel like I’ve made the right decision.  I feel like this is what the Kiran and Sharena of my world would have wanted.”

Kiran leaned onto Lif’s shoulder and squeezed his hand once more.

“I think so too.”

[the-gedonelune-times]

Pent Up.

So a little while back @klausygirl19 gave me the wonderful idea for a short hurt/comfort fic for Klaus and Elias. 

Honestly, I’ve had a couple of ideas like this swirling around for some time now, but I wasn’t sure how to write it. I’ve always hated the fact that Elias, especially in the earlier routes, had been constantly put down. He would be compared to his father and brother at any given moment and would be told about how he was sticking to the book too much. He’s been living in other people’s shadows without truly being able to express himself, so I wanted to try and write a couple of scenes where Elias is finally breaking away from those chains holding him back.  

Though it’s a bit delayed and a little bit on the short side, I hope you’ll enjoy!  

On the outside, Elias seems cool, calm and collected, but deep down he’s actually screaming for someone to listen to him. Pent up emotions are beginning to affect his prefect work and classes and with a sudden visit from Klaus, Elias finds himself pushed beyond the breaking point.

Hurt/comfort

Words: 1,513

Bells rang to signal the end of classes. After what seemed like an eternity, Elias and the other Day Class prefects were finally able to attend a normal class. Classes were easy and the prefect work was easier than normal, so why was it that Elias was feeling incredibly stressed at the moment? Well, the answer was simple: Klaus. Klaus had just arrived in his old office, hoping to chat with the prefects about some new information about a possible upcoming mission for them. At the moment it was just the two of them in the room. Elias was organizing some papers while Klaus sat on the sofa, quietly. 

Though Elias couldn’t confirm it, he swore he could feel Klaus’ piercing gaze on him at all times, almost as if he was judging him, making sure he was doing his job correctly. Klaus had a tendency to speak his mind about what he thought would be the most effective way of doing things, something that Elias took into consideration most of the time, but today he just wasn’t in the mood. He continued to work, getting everything in order for when the other prefects would arrive. 

“I heard from Schuyler about all the progress you’ve been making as a prefect.”

“Oh?” Elias didn’t even bat an eye as he began rummaging for some files in one of the nearby cabinets.

“Yes. He said you’ve grown as a student here at the Academy and you’ve shown a great deal of potential.”

“Potential for what exactly?”

“Well, he said he wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t join the Ministry after you graduate.”

Elias’ hands shook as he closed the cabinet door, still refusing to lock eyes with Klaus who was beginning to notice that something was clearly going on.

“Alright Elias, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong. Why are you asking?”

“Something is clearly wrong. You’ve barely said a word and the way you’re handling everything right now just isn’t you.”

“Oh really, so then what is me then?”

“Elias?”

“Forget it. You wouldn’t understand.”

“I highly doubt that. If you just talk to-”

“I have talked to you! I’ve talked to everyone in the family about it!” 

Elias cut Klaus off with a rather large shout as he slammed a folder down on the desk.

“Why can’t you all see that this is way too much?”

“What’s too much?”

“Our name, the Goldstein family name.”

“Yes, it can be stressful, we all have to bear it. Being part of nobility has its drawbacks, you know this.”

“Yeah, I do know and it’d be nice if for one day, just one day I can forget about all of it.”

“What in the world are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about the constant pressure, the constant talks about my future which I barely even have a say in. All I ever hear about is how I would fit right in with the Ministry, how I would be the spitting image of both you and father. Even here at the Academy, I can’t be free from that! I’m always being told about how good of a wizard I am, about how my magic has grown and could continue to grow if I could just stop following the book. ‘You remind me so much or your brother when he was a student here.’”

“Elias…”

“I look up to you Klaus, but I don’t aspire to be you or father or even Alfonse. I don’t want to have my future planned out for me, I don’t want to be in your shadows, I want to be me! I want to do what I want to do, I want my magic to be recognized, even if it is ‘by the book’ I’m not you, I’m Elias Goldstein so why is it so hard for people to accept that?!”

A few tears that had been building up were finally streaming down Elias’ face but were quickly brushed away by the sleeve of his uniform. All the pent up anger that had been building up over the years had finally spilled out, leaving Klaus at a complete loss of words. All he could do was watch Elias take a seat down at the desk, steadily calming himself. Klaus heard Elias sigh and place his hands over his face, letting them drop down to his side, his face was both solemn and enervated. 

“I’m sorry, Klaus I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Stop it right there.” Klaus sighed. “I’m glad you said what you said, Elias.”

“W-What? Aren’t you mad?”

“For what? For you speaking your mind? For you to finally tell me what’s going on? For how you feel? Why would I be mad at you for that?”

“I...yelled at you.”

“You had every reason to. Look, Elias, the reason I’m so harsh on you is because I just wanted to see you succeed in life. But you’re more than capable to do that on your own. I suppose my wants for you were preventing you from moving forward in the direction you wanted to go.”

“Klaus…”

“When Alfonse left us all those years ago, the pressure was put on my shoulders, I had to follow a path that was carved out for me all for the sake of our family name. Despite knowing the feeling of practically drowning in stress, I ended up putting quite a bit on your own shoulders Only now am I seeing the true extent of it...”

“It’s not all your fault, Klaus.”

“I never said it was. But I won’t deny that I didn’t have a role in it.” Klaus shifted in his position on the sofa ever so slightly. “So, tell me, what is it that you want to do. What kind of path do you want to carve out?”

Elias pondered for a moment. “I want...I want to do something that involves magical tools.”

“I say that’s a fine goal. After all, you have a ton of expertise in that field.”

“You think so?”

“Of course. I heard from some of the others about some of the things you’ve built. For example, those magical boards of yours.” Klaus chuckled. “You’ve always been good with those kinds of things. I still remember when you were little and tried helping Alfonse and I with our own magical tools. You once picked up a toy hammer and-”

“T-That’s enough!”

Elias practically shouted with a face as red as a cherry. He groaned and leaned back deeper in his seat while Klaus began to laugh.

“Oh come on, it was cute.”

“Oh, yeah, sure, for you maybe! It’s super embarrassing for me though!”

Klaus laughed. “That’s what big brothers do.”

“Maybe Alfonse should start revealing more embarrassing stories about you then. I’m sure the others would be thrilled to hear some.”

“I beg to differ.” “What’s this about me telling stories?”

Beautiful curly locks of golden hair poked out from the doorway, outside stood Alfonse who, by chance, happened to have been passing by the prefect at a rather perfectly timed moment.

“Alfonse?!”

“Oh? Klaus is here? Did something happen?”

“No. Elias and I were discussing some pressing matters.”

“Oh? Was storytelling the pressing matter? I’d be more than happy to share some!” Alfonse happily walked into the room with a big grin on his face.

“No thank you.”

Without another word, Klaus, who seemed to have broken out in a cold sweat, got up from his seat from the sofa and was now briskly walking towards the door. Before he left, however, he turned to face Elias.

“We’ll need to talk some more later.” 

“Sure.” Elias gave a quick nod and watched as Klaus left.

“What was that all about?”

“Nothing really. We were just passing some time.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.” Elias smiled and was about to get back to do some work when he stopped. “Hey, Alfonse?”

“Yes?”

“Do you remember those blueprints I showed you a while back? The one of the magical tool that could help increase the effectiveness of magical potions?”

“Oh, yes, I remember! Why do you ask?”

“Well...I thought about it and I was wondering if you could help me. I want to make it and present it to father.”

“Huh? Really? But when I brought that up, you said you didn’t want to do that.”

”Yes, well, I think I’m ready now. I want to show him what the youngest of the Goldstein name, can really do.”

“So, you’re doing this to impress him?”

“No, I’m doing this...for me.”

With determination in his heart, Elias was going to carve his own path to a future he would walk down. No matter what was to come, he was sure he could overcome it, after all, he was Elias Goldstein and he was going to make an impact on the world. 

[youkaiangel]

First Impressions Are Everything - WH Fic

Pairing: Klaus/Serge (platonic)

Words: 2620

Genre: angstish for Klaus, fluff for Serge

A/N: headcanon: Klaus and Serge started at the academy on the same day (Randolph: ‘I’m sure it was a coincidence’).

Mostly Klaus POV third person.

***

He walked into the room, and there were already two students sitting at their desks, one engrossed in his textbook and the other practising a spell - it looked like a basic levitation spell but he wasn’t very good at it. The rest of the desks were empty, so he had his choice.

Front and centre of course. First impressions were everything and given that this was the day he’d been waiting for his whole life, he had to make the most of it. There were four desks in the front row of the room, so he took the one on centre left, closer to the window and the professor’s podium.

He laid his briefcase down on the desk and sat down before clicking it open and taking out what he needed, only what he needed. First class was Magical Creature Ecology with Headmaster Randolph, so he’d need his MC Ecology text book, his MC Ecology note book, and a black and a blue pen. The black was for his notes, the blue was for any important information. Different colours helped it to stand out more. Of course, this was only his scratch notebook. He’d rewrite his notes once he got back to the dorm tonight, to help with retention, but also so he had neater notes to study from. Not that his hand-writing was illegible but writing notes in class could tend to get a little messy.

He opened his text book and started flicking through it, wondering what the first topic would be. Perhaps the social hierarchy of fairies? Or maybe the natural habitat of the unicorn?

Over the next twenty minutes students started to file into the room, most of them in twos and threes, chatting amongst themselves.

‘Hey, a new student!’

One of the students had noticed him, sitting there quietly and came over, bringing his friend with him. He stood up as they approached, showing the respect his father had taught him. The boy introduced himself, “I’m Nicholas, this is Alexander. What’s your name?”

‘Klaus Goldstein.’

‘Oh hey, you’re Alfonse’s brother then!’

‘That’s right.’ Of course, the first connection anyone would make would be the Goldstein name, and to his older brother.

‘Wow. Big shoes to fill there,’ the second boy, Alexander, teased.

Klaus didn’t quite get the joke and furrowed his brow in confusion. ‘He wears a size eleven, I didn’t think that was considered big.’

‘Huh? No, I meant...’ The boy started, but then trailed off, not sure how to explain the joke and murmured, ‘never mind.’ The two students exchanged a glance briefly, and perhaps it might’ve unnerved a weaker man, but not Klaus Goldstein.

‘So...’ the first boy started, ‘this is your first day, huh?’

‘It is.’

‘Cool,’ he said. ‘Well, you can come sit with us if you like? We usually sit over there.’ He pointed to the vacant seats in the rear right-hand corner of the room.

Klaus instantly shook his head. ‘No thanks.’ There was not a chance he’d sit in the back corner of the room, especially not on his first day.

The two boys exchanged a look again, but then shrugged. ‘Okay, no problem. Catch ya later.’

They took their leave and headed off to the corner, leaving Klaus alone to sit again and resume perusing the text book he had already read, twice.

The rest of the room filled up, including the other seats in the front row at the side of the room with two young girls. There was one vacant seat to the right of Klaus, and he was quite appreciative of that; no one to distract him in class.

The bell rang signalling the start of class and within the minute Headmaster Randolph came into the room.

‘Thank you, students.’

He commanded the room with an inspiringly powerful air, everyone falling quiet. He crossed over to the podium, placing the two text books he’d brought with him on the podium. ‘Before we start, I’d like to introduce to you some new faces. We have two new students joining us today.’

Two? Who’s the other, I wonder? Not that it matters.

Klaus didn’t let the announcement unnerve him, he knew to expect to have to stand and introduce himself. Alfonse had already told him everything he needed to expect. Headmaster Randolph’s gaze fell on Klaus and he smiled.

‘Klaus, why don’t you introduce yourself.’

Klaus stood up, lifting his chair slightly as he pushed it back so it wouldn’t scrape. He turned to face the rest of the room and cited his rehearsed speech. ‘My name is Klaus Goldstein. I’ve been studying magic for six years. I’d like to become prefect before I finish my student career, and my goal is to become a professor at this academy.’

He gave a curt bow and the students clapped respectfully, some of the girls even shared a giggle and a glance with a wiggle of their eyebrows. Klaus noticed, but he didn’t pay them any mind. Alfonse had warned him about this already too: the Goldstein name had a certain charm that would make his social life... ‘interesting’, was Alfonse’s choice word. Klaus didn’t care though, he didn’t come to Gedonelune Royal Magic Academy for the social life. He took his seat again, facing the Headmaster.

‘Thank you, Mr. Goldstein.’

Randolph looked around the room, assumedly for the other new student but quickly gave a small disappointed hm. ‘It appears our other new student isn’t here yet. Let’s press on with class, we’ll see if he comes in late.’ Randolph turned and moved back over to the professor’s podium. ‘Let’s continue where we left off. I believe last lesson we were still on Wing Rabbits?’ Randolph opened one of his text books on the podium and then took up a piece of chalk and moved over to the board to start writing as he added, ‘Chapter two please, page eighty-five.’

The other students scrambled around in their bags for their text books and other requirements, while Klaus flipped through the book to the correct page and sat patiently waiting.

‘So now onto the mating rituals and reproductive habits of—’

Randolph never got to finish his sentence, as the door burst open with a disruptive rustling kerfuffle and a small bang against the wall. Into the room came the most dishevelled student Klaus had seen yet, wincing at the noise the door had made upon opening. Fluffy pink hair and matching strawberry pink eyes were the obvious features to catch anyone’s attention, but Klaus’ gaze quickly moved over the uneven and unpressed uniform, sloppily knotted tie, pink fingerless gloves and mismatched pink and yellow sneakers. He looked like a boy, no more than sixteen or so, but he had to be of age, the usual starting age at the academy being eighteen. Perhaps it was the pink hair that made him look younger than he was. Slung over his shoulder was a calico knapsack covered in drawings of various magical creatures, the bag obviously loaded with all his text books.

How disorganised. Who on earth let this riff-raff in?

‘Ahh, good morning! I was wondering where you were.’ The Headmaster said with a grin.

‘Sorry Headmaster, we got lost.’ The boy laughed, seemingly apologetic with a big, almost nervous smile.

We?

That’s when Klaus noticed the small stuffed bear (or maybe a brown rabbit with that giant fluffy tail and ears slightly too long for a bear) less than a foot tall and dressed in a green pinstripe vest and yellow bow around his neck, waddling of its own accord after the pink-haired boy.

‘Quite alright, just don’t let it happen again. Have a seat.’ Headmaster Randolph pointed to the only vacant seat in the room, front and centre, beside Klaus.

Oh no...

Klaus knew, just by looking at this boy that he would be the world’s biggest distraction all lesson.

The pink haired boy crossed the front of the room to drop his bag on the floor and slide into the seat beside Klaus, giving him a bright friendly smile and whispering, ‘hi.’

Klaus looked at the boy, not sure if he should acknowledge him. His father had always taught him to be polite and well-mannered, you need to acknowledge someone when they greet you, but some deep instinct was telling him to just be silent and still and perhaps the strange boy, like a dangerous snake, would not notice him and move on. Before Klaus could make a decision he was distracted by the little bear-like thing that hopped up onto the desk with jump too high to be physically possible for a creature that size. At this distance he could even see the stitching on the teddy’s stomach, and his little black glass bead eyes.

What on earth is it? And how does it move?!

The Headmaster stood in front of the new student’s desk and said, ‘Actually, before we carry on, why don’t you introduce yourself to the class?’

‘Huh?’ The pink haired boy looked up at the headmaster, clearly caught off-guard by being spoken directly to. ‘Oh, sure, I guess.’ The boy stood up with a loud and disruptive scrape of his chair, moving to stand beside his desk and turned to face the class. ‘I’m Serge, and this is my familiar, Taffy—'

‘Hi everybody!’ The little teddy waved his arm excitedly. From behind him, Klaus heard the giggles and whispers from the girls, cooing over how cute the ‘Taffy’ was.

‘Uhh...we’re new here,’ the new boy continued, ‘and... really happy to be here!’ Serge finished with a smile and sat down again.

Headmaster Randolph gave a nod and said, ‘Thank you, Mr. Durandal.’

Durandal?! This kid is Serge Durandal?!

There was an audible gasp from everyone in the room, and then it quickly filled with whispers.

‘Durandal?’

‘Serge Durandal?’

‘The great wizard?’

No one else could see, but from his angle right beside the pink-haired boy, he could see the colour rising in his cheeks. Serge leant forward over his desk trying to hide his face, and Klaus heard the little teddy whisper to him, ‘See Master? Taffy tell you—'

‘I know, Taffy...’

‘A-hem!’ Headmaster Randolph cleared his throat loudly, bringing the class back to silence. ‘That’s enough thank you. Now, back to where we were: wing rabbits.’ Headmaster turned back to the blackboard behind him and started drawing a table, one column titled male, and the other titled female.

‘Hey!’

Serge whispered to Klaus beside him. Klaus tried to ignore him.

‘What page are we on?’

Klaus glanced at the fluffy-haired scruff beside him, eagerly leaning over to get a peek at his text book.

‘Eighty-five,’ Klaus quickly muttered to him, and returned to trying to focus on the Headmaster’s lecture.

‘Thanks!’ Serge’s whisper interrupted him once more. Thankfully the scruffy mess leant over to the other side of his desk and started scrummaging through his bag, leaving Klaus in peace to listen to the lecture. It was only momentary though, until the fluffy thing that was supposed to be a great wizard leant over to Klaus’ desk again, one pink fingerless-gloved hand reaching over and lifting up the edge of his text book. It was lucky Klaus had the patience of a saint and tried his best to ignore the annoyance.

Once Serge had figured out what book they were using, he turned back to his bag and resumed his scrummaging. He eventually found the right book and pulled it out, flicking through to the right page.

Klaus cast a side long glance at the book Serge had pulled out. As he flicked through to find the right page, Klaus noticed the borders of every page were already filled with scribbles and drawings. There were arrows and circles over the text, highlighting and pointing to certain sentences and paragraphs.

What on earth? He can’t honestly have read it all already?!

‘Klaus, do you know?’

‘....Uh?’ Klaus looked up at the headmaster in front of him, staring in bewilderment. He had been so engrossed in the so-called ‘great wizard’ Serge Durandal’s antics, he had missed the Headmaster’s question. He silently cursed the ragamuffin beside him, but knew it was really his own fault.

‘Any of the mating habits of the wing rabbits?’ Headmaster Randolph repeated the question, giving Klaus an opportunity to redeem himself.

‘Of course,’ Klaus answered, ‘Male wing rabbits become quite aggressive during the mating season. When they find a suitable mate they will chase her and usually pounce on or scratch her until she agrees to entertain him. She signifies she is ready for mating by stopping his advances with a touch to his nose.’

‘Correct, very good Klaus, I can see you’ve done your reading.’ The Headmaster turned back to the board and added as he wrote down the basic points of Klaus’ answer, ‘That’s true that despite their seemingly docile outward appearance, wing rabbits become quite aggressive during the mating season, and the males will simulate attacks on their prospective mates. It’s speculated that this is to make the female feel threatened, so she wants reproduce in order to protect her DNA.’

‘That’s not quite right, sir.’ Serge interjected, raising his hand slightly. All eyes rounded on the newcomer, even Headmaster Randolph turning slightly to look back at him. Everyone knew of his power, and Klaus had heard one of his claims to fame was that he could talk to plants and animals. But he hadn’t heard of his obnoxiousness.

‘Is that so?’ The Headmaster asked, mild surprise in his tone. ‘Do tell us, Serge, what do you know of wing rabbits mating rituals?’

‘Well, sir, a wing rabbit explained to me once, the females actually enjoy the mating dance, and it’s more to test their suitability for each other. The females are more athletic than the males, so to ensure she has a capable mate, she makes him chase her as far as she can. If he can catch her, then he must be good. If he catches her too easily though, then perhaps she isn’t a good mating partner for him. If she deems him worthy, she’ll let him catch her and bop him on the nose.’ He finished his explanation with a demonstration, tapping the teddy’s nose and causing the little thing to giggle and... blush?!

How does a stuffed bear even blush?

Headmaster Randolph looked down at the fluffy pink boy, smiling with mild amusement. Eventually, his smile widened. ‘Well, you’ve certainly done your research!’

The boy shrugged and said abashedly, ‘I was just talking to one, one day, and she explained it to me...’

Klaus was staring at Serge, wondering how on earth he let himself get upstaged, and then glanced down at the book on his desk. Scrawled in the border of the page on wing rabbit mating habits was an anecdotal version of what he had just explained. The wing rabbit in his scrawled note even had a name, Penelope, and below the note was a sketch of two wing rabbits, one tapping the other on the nose. That short note and little picture was just one of a dozen littering that page, one of the hundreds he had seen while Serge had been flipping through the book. A jolt of fear struck Klaus in the heart, thinking of all the tidbits of information that were crammed into that cotton candy head that could upstage him at any moment. Serge Durandal was called a great wizard for a reason...

Klaus shook his head, brushing off the fear. Serge Durandal was a great wizard, but that had no bearing on Klaus. All he needed to do was focus on his own studies and ignore all distractions. Especially pink ones.

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Fool’s Betrayal

 He wondered what it would be like to live in a world without her.  …In truth, the mere thought of it alone brought inexplicable pain into his chest.  He was pathetic. Weak.  A traitor to his own words. He promised himself countless, countless times that he wouldn’t do this to himself. He had lost his friend. He couldn’t bear to lose another.  But the only problem was that; she wasn’t his friend.  She was his tactician. His ally. His second-in-command. She only existed for the sole purpose of helping them win this war. Though her presence wasn’t on her own consent at first, the young woman accepted their plea for help with an open heart. Her tactical strategies were ingenious. Her open-minded personality won the hearts of many heroes.  Much to his dismay, it…won his as well.

 She wasn’t his friend. She was just his summoner. She was just a summoner.  She was…She was never his to begin with.  He wondered if he could live in a world where she would soon have to go.  …  ………  It hurt. He didn’t want to think about it.  Not when he learned she had collapsed so suddenly on what was supposed to be a fine sunny day.  Hours felt like days. Alfonse was immensely grateful for the numerous healers who had appeared the moment news of her unconsciousness reached the halls. He felt utterly useless while he waited for any news of her healing. Thoughts and fears plagued his mind as he waited outside of the medical room. Sweat trickled down the sides of his face and neck. Shivers pricked his skin, causing his fingers to twitch and dig deep inside the skin of his crossed arms.  Sharena gave sympathetic glances at his brother, though her own heart was waved with constant worry. Bright eyes shined with obvious tears, the princess kept patting Alfonse’s shoulder, kept reassuring him that Kiran would be alright, that Kiran would be awake before they knew it.  Alfonse wished he had his sister’s optimism.  Urging himself to distract his demons from digging that hole any deeper, Alfonse looked to the side. He saw the young prince of Rigel stand coldly a few feet away. His own arms were crossed too, head down and lips horribly tight as if he was stifling a scream. Dark bangs shielded the chilling gaze that could cut through glass. Though his upper body was as stiff as stone, Alfonse could perfectly see the prince’s right foot tapping endlessly in a rapid, impatient beat.  He remembered the prince – Berkut. Yes, he remembered now. The prince’s name was Berkut – carrying Kiran around the halls, screaming at people to give space and bellowing at any healer who was fast and useful enough to give aid. His scene alone was enough to catch anyone’s attention. While some of the Heroes would be baffled to see the cold-hearted prince acting so exceedingly caring over their summoner, fear and panic mostly took hold of them as the summoner’s name echoed against the castle walls.  It irked Alfonse to feel his chest tightened.  It hurt. It absolutely hurt.  Days felt like months. Until finally, the door to the room opened slowly. Three heads turned to the entrance. Without a thought, Berkut had swallowed the distance and stood in front of the startled Sakura.  Alfonse also bumped into the prince’s shoulder; it took him a second to fully realize that he had taken a few steps forward so that he could see Kiran. ---  He wondered what it was like to lose her.  Madly he shook his head until his vision blurred into vivid colours.  Night time had reached the sky. Sakura’s words still rang clear in his head.  “She’s overworked herself to exhaustion,” the Hoshidan princess explained. “Her blood pressure was so low. Thankfully, we’re able to stabilize her.” He remembered her tears reflected in his deep blue eyes. “So right now…right now she just needs lots, and lots of rest.”  Alfonse wanted to kick himself for not realizing the issue sooner.  She was his tactician. She was his ally. She was his second-in-command who fought by his side and led the Heroes to victory. Her laughter was always booming in everyone’s ears. Her smile always beamed brightly like the first sunshine of the day.  He was a fool to know that he made her like this.  Maybe he had formed such great a distance that she thought he had rejected her. Maybe he had built such tall a wall that she thought he never needed her at all in his life.  …He was a fool who didn’t deserve to be in the same room with her.  Hell, even Berkut was a far better candidate to accompany her. But as oddly caring as the Rigelian prince was, he also had an ego that could match the darkest of black holes.  “Stay with her.” Alfonse remembered Berkut said—commanded. “It’s better when she wakes up later and sees you by her side. Trust me.”  The words pricked Alfonse’s heart; he wondered how close Kiran was with the Rigelian prince to have Berkut say something so boldly.  At the same time, it…opened something in his chest that he wouldn’t dare to go further.  He felt stupid. And foolish. And completely vulnerable.  He wondered if the warmth in his eyes was from the sight of seeing her lying limply on the bed or from the thought of lo—  Alfonse quickly shook his head again.  A faint groan caught his attention. Blue eyes sharply focused on her, seeing nothing but a worn out woman bundled in a thick blanket. Her face was still flushed. Her skin was still hot. But thankfully, she was able to sleep peacefully for the night, at least until the healers come the next morning for another dose of healing potions and magic.  He was ordered to stay with her for the night.  ...In a way, he wanted to bite his tongue to feel relief washed over such a selfish request.  Body felt heavy and heart felt heavier, Alfonse plopped a seat onto the chair next to the bed. He was free from his armour, but the Askrian prince felt a terrible weigh pressing against his back and chest. To see her so weak…so frail…he had to hold his breath in order to prevent a sob.  Her body turned to the side, face now facing the stunned prince. Hands curled together near her flushed face, Kiran mumbled something incoherent before moving one hand forward.  His cheek felt wet, yet Alfonse actually managed a soundless chuckle.  His body betrayed his mind. His common sense was drowned thickly by desire. Eyes perfectly fixated on his—the summoner, Alfonse mindlessly reached out for her right hand.  It felt hot.  Pink lips pursed shakily. His body leaned forward, and forward, until Alfonse opted to just sit on the floor while resting his elbows on the bed.  He felt closer. She felt warmer.  It hurt.  He was crossing a dangerous path he swore never to even glance before. And all he could do now was move forward.  Shaking hands gripped around her left hand. Vision slightly blurred from the sorrow that clouded his eyes, Alfonse quietly brought her hand closer to his trembling mouth.  The sound of her breathing was the only reason he could stay rational right now.  I…I can't l-li…ve—  Eyes squeezed shut until tears caressed her warm palm, Alfonse kissed her fingers again. END

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My Greatest Fear || Fire Emblem Heroes Yandere!Alfonse x Kiran (Reader)

A/N: For some reason, I’ve become obsessed with the concept of it, so now I’m writing this. Shout out to @randomnerdyfan for getting this concept in my head.

In the few moments, I have to myself, I wonder how it ended this way, what I did to trigger it, and how do I fix it? Did I create a monster or did I call out to a beast that was already inside?

I realized what was happening the moment he pulled me close the day he confessed to me. There was something about his touch that was off. I could sense a new, more obsessive, maybe even possessive side to him. At first, I wrote it off as paranoia and maybe I’ve read too many questionable works of fanfiction in the past, but then it just started to get weird.

It started with Alfonse just randomly showing up to my room unannounced. Though nothing really happened, he came every night and so we talked almost every night. Most our conversations involved me going to sleep at a more reasonable time or me talking about my world. When I started running out of material for the latter, those talks became mostly about the former.

He ended up winning as we always end up snuggling on my bed with him lulling me to sleep. Small actions like that didn’t ring any warning bells since they seemed normal. But, I was slowly developing a dependency on him being in my room before I went to bed and I wasn’t sure how exactly to feel about that as there also have been several times where I would find marks on my neck that weren’t there before I slept. Thankfully most of my shirts were high-collared ones, but I’m scared to think of what else he’s done to me in my sleep.

He soon started to become more ruthless in battle. He always was very strong, to begin with, but his attitude toward battle changed. It wasn’t just about the mission anymore. He insisted on staying near my side in battle, but I never let him. I’ve reminded him time and time again that I would be fine on my own and that the other Heroes had trained me in self-defense in case anything goes arry. He tested me at that point and was successful. I thought it was going to be over after that.

Then he started picking fights with heroes, which was pretty out of character for him. He got really worked up when I had small talk with anyone other than him. He hid that well around Sharena, Anna, and some of the Heroes, but with other Heroes, he always gives them a stink-eye and is more hostile with his words, especially with the male Heroes. Our relationship wasn’t exactly public among the Order so things got really awkward.

I once tested him by asking Niles to deliver a message to a friend of mine in another world. Needless to say, never will I do that again, that is, ask Niles for favors. But gods, Alfonse’s punishment was something else, as it involved pinning me to a wall in a position that I’ve only read about. He took advantage of my embarrassment and made me promise to never speak to another Hero again without his presence.

That incident did not only trigger my warning bells but the warning bells of every hero that I considered to be good friends as well. Most especially Lord and Lady Robin and Prince and Princess Corrin. Don’t tell either Robin I gave them those titles, by the way, it’s the only way I can distinguish between the two of them. Anyways, the five of us had strong bonds with each other as we all felt a strange kinship with each other and Alfonse left me alone with them for the most part. They became the older siblings I never had. But as much as I’d like to tell you more about our dynamic, I need to tell you how this dynamic almost saved me.

I never told anyone about the marks, even them. I didn’t even bother to bring it up to Alfonse as I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, but I knew I was in for some deep trouble once either Robin or either Corrin saw them. Unfortunately, they were found by Lord Robin, the last person I wanted to find out. If he was my actual big brother, he would’ve been the protective, stern big brother and if his daughter had ever brought a boy home, he’d been the one polishing a weapon in front of them.

“Where did you get these marks?” He asked.

“I was fooling around and hit myself with the Breidablik,” I replied. It wasn’t total lie. It has happened before, but I can tell he didn’t buy it.

“Ok Kiran,” Robin replied, “You’re not that clumsy.”

“I tripped up the stairs,” I said in my defense, which he’s seen, “I think I know what I’m talking about when I say I hit myself.”

“But how do you angle that?” Robin asked.

“I don’t know,” I replied, “It just happened.”

“Ok...” He said, “What’s been going on between you and Alfonse?”

“Huh,” I said, “W-what do you mean by that? Everything’s fine.”

“Really,” Robin said sounding skeptical, “Because Tharja and Niles told me something interesting the other day. Tharja and a few others have been having strange dreams as of the late about you and Alfonse and Niles just happened to mentioned that he got mad at you once and pinned you to the wall.”

“Fuck, he saw that!” I thought. I was tempted to yell that out loud, but I bit my tongue, still doesn’t change the fact that I basically confirmed that it happened with my expression.

“Look I don’t care if you two are actually an item, but if he’s harming you in any way, that’s what I want you to tell me,” He said sternly, “I don’t care if he’s a prince. No one has a right to force anything on you.”

A thought occurred to me to say, “Whatever dad” and leave, but I stood there looking stunned. I never expected to hear such a ‘modern’ idea while I was in this world, but it made sense for it to come from Robin. He valued bonds above all else.

I struggled to find any words to say and I begun to hyperventilate out of sheer panic and fear. The room began to spin before I passed out on the floor. While I was in that state, I had a dream and I had a feeling that it was the same dream that everyone’s been seeing.

I saw myself in Alfonse’s embrace, but the atmosphere remained oppressive. The room seemed to echo nonsense until I begun to listen closely. It was Alfonse’s voice.

“I love you.” “Don’t leave me.” “I can’t bear to lose you.” “Stay with me.”

My dream self begins to panic as Alfonse’s grip tightens.

“You’re the only one who understands.” “I need to keep you safe.” “I can’t let you leave.”

Then Alfonse begins to glow and his voice grew louder and louder to the point where I couldn’t comprehend them and soon it was silent.

I was now in a cage with Alfonse and still stuck in his embrace. My face was empty as he stroked my hair. My eyes were dull as he whispered sweet nothings. Time stopped as my dream self turned to me and uttered one single word.

“Help.”

Then I found myself asking a question that I haven’t dared to ask.

“How did my greatest love turn into my greatest fear?”

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"No, please don't leave me..." [ hello its ur turn to hurt me bae

Sudden goodbyes are always the worst.

Send  “No, please don’t leave me…”  for my muse’s reaction to dying in your muse’s arms  || Accepting

“CLARISSA!!!”

What did she do? What did she DO?! It was STUPID of her to run out and take the blow for Clarissa? She would of been fine, right? She would of been OK? But it was too late. Everything went white for a moment, feeling the sword enter her stomach and pierce through her. Coughing up blood, the dragon stood there and shook, hands reaching for the blade. Its wielder seemed to have no remorse, twisting the sword and pulling it right out. Kamui SCREAMED with all her might, falling to the ground with a heavy thud. Hands wrapped around the wound, tears forming from the pain alone. Even the light touches made it sting.

Things went black for a moment. She didn't feel herself being moved, or the screams of her favorite red-head calling out for her. Or the wails and screams that followed the initial blow. Silver hairs were beginning to soak red. Shakes S P R E A D  O U T her body. Kamui couldn't stop them; her body going into shock. When her consciousness came too, rubies glanced into red hues.

Water...? Was Clara crying? The summoner held the dragon's hand so tightly, pressing it up against her face. She was hugging her. Not like their usual embraces, but more. The princess could feel her body shaking from the horrible sobs. Uncurling her hand from Clarissa's grasp, a gloved hand gently rested against her cheek. Although bloody, shaky, and uncertain. She tried to smile like usual.

"Clara---. .... Clara, b-breathe. I-I'm going...." The Fateful Princess couldn't lie. She wasn't going to be fine. She was scared out of her damn mind. To imagine, her death happening so slowly and suddenly. Suffering so much pain that it was hard to bear. Turning her head to cough, more blood expelling, she returned her gaze to her friend. Her BEST friend. The one who always cared about her since their journey started. To think, after so many months (years? How long has she been in Askr?)... All to be torn away like it was nothing. Fingers held the wet cheek, a sob choking her.

"I'm scared." She pipped out. "I'm so scared, Clarissa. I don't want to die. I don't --- I want to stay." Was it alright to be so selfish? As they cried, it only made her pain worse. She would, and never was, prepared to die. Kamui knew it would happen one day, but alas, she thought too far ahead. Death was at her door, and she could see it. She could feel her heart rate dying.

"S-Say.... reincarnation.... if it's true -- i-if it's real, no, it MUST be real...... promise me. Promise to look for me no matter what. I... I don't know who I'll be in the next life b-but I do know one thing..... I'll recognize you..... Your smile always.... Always made me feel so much better. You... You've helped me through so much.

"Clarissa, smile for me?" It must of been an odd request, for the reaction she got was confusion. Soon, that smile came. The smile she came to love from her dearest friend. The smile that would happen when they would laugh over Alfonse getting dissed by Sharena. Or the smile that came after a small jam session. She loved that smile.

"That's it. Don't l-lose that smile. Alright? F-For me. .... " It was getting hard to breath. The Fateful Princess could see the Summoner's face change back to panic and worry. Her head tilted up, screaming for a healer -- for Alfonse, Anna, and Sharena. It didn't take long for red hues to return to dying rubies. Their light almost gone. Brushing her thumb across her cheek, she suddenly tensed up and cried. Oh how holding back all the pain made it hurt even more. Accepting that fate would take her hand and lead her away started to become real. Kamui felt herself slipping. Darkness came to welcome her with open arms.

"If you're with me, then everything's alright....." Final words that would leave everyone around them stunned. Just as the trio arrived, Kamui's fell limp. Her hand slipping from Clarissa's grasp. What were once bright rubies dark and closed. Her last breath drawn in the warmth of Askr.

THE FATEFUL PRINCESS                                                         FAITHFUL INTO THE END.

Goodbye, my friend. 

May the Gods above reunite us, and let us have a better life together.