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[forblazess]

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[frickingnerd]

Blazing Blade Men Masterlist

Eliwood

eliwood with a childhood friend who's a member of the black fang - headcanons

Hector

hector with a socially anxious s/o - headcanons

Nils

falling asleep on nils lap - headcanons

Sain

sain walking in on you changing - headcanons

Kent

exes to lovers with kent - headcanons

Wil

wil dating dan's ex - headcanons

Erk

erk crushing on a taken reader - headcanons

Raven

raven with a weak but protective s/o - headcanons

Lucius

lucius with a traumatized crush - headcanons

Matthew

dating matthew - headcanons

Guy

confessing to guy - oneshot

Rath

parting ways with rath - oneshot

Dart

dart asking you out - oneshot

dating dart - headcanons

Canas

academic rivals to lovers with canas - headcanons

Legault

second chances - drabble

Pent

secretly dating pent - headcanons

Jaffar

“those hardest to love need it most” - oneshot

Marcus

marcus with a chaotic s/o - headcanons

Dorcas

dorcas with a pregnant s/o - headcanons

[aestheticitii]

thinking about crossdresser mark who's always pretended to be a man, even back in bern, because her parents drilled it into her head that it's Not Safe and it was their condition for her leaving (and they never learned she joined the military and deserted it) so she never talks because her voice is really soft and lyn is the first person she can talk to

and they joke about how sain and florina's behavior would change if they knew she was actually a gIrl all along

and eliwood actually finds out before hector, at the end of the war, because lyn invites mark to stay at caelin for a bit before she leaves to wander again and he runs into this brunette who happens to be lyn's lady in waiting, while he's visiting his lover, and marceline just Knows Things

like she'll randomly pop up, leave him a gift, and attribute it to lyn, but when he talks to lyn, she's always desperately trying to pretend that she actually did ask the woman do it because mark is bad about filling her in on this stuff

and once, lyn slips up and calls her mark instead marceline. eliwood puts it together after that, not believing her excuse that they're siblings, so the next time mark tries to do something for him, he quietly tells her he knows and before he can continue, she just sits down next to him with a soft "hi" and then just spills her background to him

but hector only learns two years later when a strange woman shows up at his doorstep, asking to see lyn because she and eliwood are staying at hector's for a bit, and he's strolling around the castle, taking a break, when he sees this.

so he goes up and tries to gauge if she's actually lyn's friend.

but this woman latches onto his arm and starts babbling a mile a minute about lyn and how she heard about the miscarriage and how this isn't exactly the first time she's missed out on something important that is bad and not good, and she ran over as soon as she heard but what does she even say and is lyn okay?? is eliwood okay??

hector's like, "who the hell is this?"

and he subtly tries to figure out who she is because she seems to know lyn and actually seems to know him too because once she catches her breath, she starts quizzing him on how he's been doing after uther's death and managing ostia and have you been eating okay—you haven't gone fighting recently, have you?

which is a weird thing to ask unless she knows about armads and she's subtly trying to ask if he's going to die soon, because most people would just ask if he's been sick since he has family history of dying young

but for the life of him, he can't recall her until he looks at her hair and realizes it's the same shade as mark's and then it just...slips from him

"mark?"

and she's like, "huh?"

so he's about to backpeddle, apologize, and explain he doesn't know who she is, until she's like "oops, i forgot to tell you. actually, i'm a girl. my real name is marceline"

which he sort of remembers as lyn's lady in waiting who never showed to the wedding and he remembers grumbling about it to mark but she was all weird about it

and he's like "oh"

his ears are beet red and she's not looking at him so for the guards who can't hear what's being said, but clearly see a woman clinging onto their lord and him being receptive to holding her hand afterwards because she's scared about lyn and he's dragging her to the grieving couple but the guards don't know that

and that is a story that's passed down to a young lilina after being modified to cut out the parts about her mom being the tactician that two countries nearly went to war over, who was said to have simply disappeared afterwards—about how her parents reunited and their love story started

and the parts about how she was actually that person are something lilina only discovers after she returns to ostia and she's going through her dad's stuff, and she finds her mom's old journals

after the parts she knows, like being saved by aunt lyn, there are little notes about like, klein's parents and his brother and sue's dad and fir's parents and igrene's dad and even about igrene! and notes about tactics and how she just wants everyone survive, but especially aunt lyn

and then there's this little passage about her dad where her mom's like "idk man, i shouldn't feel this way, but i kind of felt hurt that he told me i could leave. i mean, i can't compare to eliwood and he'd definitely tell lyn that, but it still sucks but i guess it's nice he acknowledges me"

and then she gets to like, the fifth volume and her mom's like "yeah, so i decided living as a woman is easier than having to put up with people wanting me to work for them when i don't want to and the only reason i helped eliwood was because he helped lyn and lyn's my bestie"

lilina puts together that her mom was actually famous and when she visits roy, she asks his dad about it, which he confirms.

and it's just something that's nagged at me a lot, like lilina realizing there was a whole other side to her mom she never knew about and there's no way for her to talk to her about it because her mom died to an illness a few years ago

(until she gets to askr, then she goes after her mom so hard that hector briefly gets worried that she might have a thing for "mark" and tries to dissuade her from it.

so lilina has to explain to her dad that she's just curious about "him" because she never met "him" and it sounds like "he" was a good friend of his

the effort to make it seem like they're unrelated becomes a moot point because somehow, little lilina stumbles across mark without a hood, maybe when she's bathing and it's the first time little lilina has seen her because usually, her dad doesn't let her take baths this late at night, and she's like "that's mommy! mommy's here." and she runs around the place telling everyone about her mommy

and older hector is profusely apologetic about it once he hears about this

eliwood frequently reminds him of the fact he once thought his daughter had a crush on her mom because it's lowkey funny. lyn doesn't start it, not because she doesn't think it's hilarious, but because it's way easier to laugh if her hubby's the one doing the teasing, but she does egg eliwood on)

[randomnameless]

The aversion to rhea js really strange (read: predictable, as body pillow waifu can’t be contradicted too overtly) but at least disengage’s byleth supports really strengthen everything you say about him: he’s eager to bond with others, acknowledges fighting as a necessary evil but doesn’t actually enjoy it, likes cooking and flowers and tea, loves fishing (dunno why nopes tried to retcon THAT), prefers to be seen as a mentor more than a fighter and really cherishes his students. Crucially, he always mentions the monastery in a positive light (except for the kitchen, he kind of disses its food? No idea why) and it’s clear the school and the church were not only places where he was happy, but institutions he sees as forces of good. As for religion, in his support with pandreo their conversation is about how people turn to faith in times of hardship and they even pray together. With diamant, he says there’s little to gain and much to lose waging war.

As an aside, i’m so sour we didn’t get to see this in houses, after years of me hearing people dunking on corrin and byleth as The Worst Things Ever but they’re both quite sweet and kind and steadfast and the issues in their games are imho less to do with them and more the narrative that forcibly hobbles them in many areas along with some fuckery from koei. Well, at least feh gave us scenes like brave byleth immediately wanting to sit seliph down for tea and talking to him when she hears he’s feeling sad, male byleth perfectly happy to go look for stray cats, and disengage also has byleth showing off the sotc and doing tricks with it solely because amber asked him to; then again, treating sothis’ bones as a funney joak in the game says a lot about their views on the nabateans 🙄

Yep, if only Billy could have acted like that in FE16 -

Rather, if only Billy could have been a character and not an avatar stand-in for the player who could pick X or Y regardless of the story and ultimately participate in the general "Church BaD" song" with the small twist than in certain routes it goes "Church was BaD but Billy'll reform it to be GoOd" that I honestly found baffling.

Engage!Billy, from what you're telling me, is shitting on Jerry then lol

Jerry, as a mercenary, doesn't see fighting as a necessity but as a way to make money, if Barney is any indication mercs love wars because it means more contracts and the final Jerry line in their support where he goes "imagine you as teacher in a school you wouldn't be able to do it right it's so stupid lolilol" -

But Jerry is a Greil knock-off so the game must spread Vaseline on him (remember how two characters' gimmicks involved being mouthpieces to how genial he is for no specific reason?) and Billy might like the Monastery and the role they were given - as a teacher and later, as an Archbishop - but Rhea must be BaD so they can't love it too much and always hand small amounts of "current Church BaD" rather, being a passive character in FE16, never disagree with the wildest takes about the Church thrown around, like Hapi's complains, 85% of what comes from Claude's mouth or the fuckery of the worst S Support in the game.

Ultimately...

Yeah, I have the feeling IS tries to retcon Supreme Leader but by doing so they cement a "character" for Billy, something they couldn't do in FE16 else you wouldn't "weach fow her hwand" - while still erasing every Nabatean mention, or plot related mention, as you pointed out with the SoC but hey, we can't have people start to care about them now!

(which is why I find it fascinating that the anniversary artwork where Rhea bakes cookies exists, that artist didn't get the memo that Rhea BaD and the worst thing to have happened since baked beans and we never portray her in a positive light?)

[saijspellhart]

Lyndis x Hector and number 46

46. Kisses that are interrupted by an unsuspecting party walking in. (Hector x Lyn)

“Ow, ow ow…” Hector held the saddle horn in a death grip as they crested the last rocky moor overlooking the low forests of the Caelin march. They could finally see castle Caelin in the distance. Without much prompting his horse started down the winding, rocky trail towards a dense forest below, where there was no doubt a stream with fresh water.

Eliwood and his steed followed Hector’s lead, starting down the path with a little more care than Hector’s mare exhibited. “You doing alright there, friend?”

“Peachy,” Hector grunted as the horse barreled none too gracefully over a particularly rough patch of path.

“Won’t be long until we reach castle Caelin. Lady Lyndis will no doubt have meal and a room waiting for us.”

Eliwood and Hector had come to visit for both a Caelin rain festival, as well as a newly implemented Sacaen Moon and Sky celebration. Lady Lyndis was fighting tooth and nail to incorporate a part of her culture in this new march she’d inherited; Hector and Eliwood came to show their support. They would be staying in Caelin for the next month.

Hector hoped they had a doctor that could amputate his saddle sore ass. “She’ll have a room for you.” He told Eliwood, “I bet six gold pieces that she puts me up in a chicken coop.”

Eliwood laughed, and patted the side of his steed. “And put out the chickens?”

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Lyn was going through a mountain of paperwork when a big blue-maned berserker stormed into her study.

“Lyn!”

She tried to catch a wobbling stack of papers before it toppled over the edge of her desk and onto the floor. She failed.

Lyn ran a hand through her bangs, and looked up as the man stalked over to her massive cluttered desk. “Hello Hector, an elegant entrance as always.”

“What are you doing in here? Eliwood and I have been here for nearly two hours and we’ve not seen hide nor hair of y—gods this place is a wreck.” Hector shook one of his boots to dislodge a letter that had attached itself. He tried to carefully step around the flurry of papers on the floor.

“Not all of us have an Oswin to manage our affairs while we galavant across the countryside.”

“Oh,” Hector leaned a giant palm on Lyn’s desk. “Kent not working out? Tell Sain to pick up the slack.”

“If I did that the only papers leaving this office would be raunchy love letters.”

“A marked improvement over the letters Ostia has received from Caelin of late,” Hector snipped back. He revealed a beautifully carved and stained oak box and slammed it down on Lyn’s desk. He opened the box, plucked out a letter, and waved it at Lyn.

“Why Hector,” she raised her brows and smiled coyly, “I wasn’t aware you desired raunchy letters from me.”

Hector sputtered, and attempted (and failed) to hide the blush that stained his cheeks. She could see him trying to quash an embarrassed smile.

He proceeded to unfold the letter in his hand, a letter marked with the Caelin seal. In fact every letter in the chest was marked with a Caelin seal. “‘Dear Hector,’” he read “‘I find myself at a loss for words that you would propose becoming pen-pals. Delighted as I am, Sir Oswin is busy enough with Ostian affairs, surely he doesn’t have the time to transcribe these letters for you.’” Hector tossed the letter on her messy desk. “Implying I can’t write, Lyn?”

She opened her mouth to answer with a barbed remark, but Hector didn’t even finish the first letter before opening another letter from his box.

“‘The coffee stain footnoting your recent letter was a bold flourish to compliment the elegance of your brigand prose.’” He proceeded to dump the entire contents of his box over the top of her desk. There were a lot of letters. “Say it to my face, Lyn. Tell me again how my penmanship brightens your day like a parade of drunken caterpillars.”

She turned her face, an attempt to hide the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

While Hector prattled on about the contents of her letters, Lyn slowly and carefully placed a hand on her own stack of letters sitting on the corner of her desk. Every letter in the stack bore the Ostian seal, and the bundle was tied up neatly and lovingly with a ribbon of dyed and woven Sacaen grasses. She very slowly slid the stack to the edge of her desk, where she had toed open a drawer to receive them.

“‘It’s lonely in Caelin these days.’” Hector unfolded yet another letter in his quest to make up for lost time. As if she hadn’t written these all herself, and knew exactly what she’d put in them, “‘The castle is so dreadfully quiet since Grandfather passed. Sometimes I find myself reminiscing about our adventure, longing for the companionship we had then. Tragically I’d even prefer your snoring, that could shake the walls of a tent, over this mind-numbing solitude.’”

She didn’t normally keep the stack of Ostian letters on her desktop where anyone could find them. But she’d just recently received a letter from Hector, mailed off just before he and Eliwood had departed for Caelin. It had arrived just the other day, but she’d been so inundated with paperwork, she’d only just managed to sit down to read his letter and really appreciate the message today. And like every other letter she received from Hector…it joined a slowly growing collection.

But Hector didn’t need to know that.

Actually, there was a giddy flip in her stomach to find out that Hector kept all her letters in such an ornate box. Or maybe the box was just for the ease of transport while they traveled.

“‘I miss those late nights~,’” Hector quoted in a ridiculously wistful impression. Lyn made a choking noise, ears catching fire, and fumbled her stack of letters, flinging them over the front of her desk instead of into the drawer. Hector continued reading as he blindly bent to scoop the stack of letters from the ground, “‘sparring with you under the stars. Exhausted but determined, pushing ourselves to our respective limits. There was a language between us in those moments that I fear I lose a piece of day by day.’” It was from one of her more recent letters to him. A letter she wrote on a night when she’d been more sentimental and melancholy than usual.

Her face heated when she thought of the letter Hector had sent her in response. She buried her face in her hands and willed the fire in her skin to die out. It still made her heart stutter thinking about it. Regardless of his boorish prose, he certainly had knack for…

“What’s the matter Lyn, can’t stomach your own words?” Hector loomed over the desk, sneer pulling his mouth. “What’s this anyway?” He held up the bundle of letters he’d rescued from the floor.

“They’re nothing!” Lyn bolted up from her seat and made a grab for them.

Hector dodged her. “Ostian seal…” a spark ignited behind Hector’s eyes. She swore his gaze was burning as it shifted between her and the bundle of letters. The biggest grin spread across his face. “No way…is this a Sacaen ribbon? This has to be imported, unless… you made this yourself? But then you definitely imported Sacaen grasses to make it…”

“Give them to me!” She practically leapt over the desk at him.

Hector danced away, escaped papers crunching under his boots. “You keep all my letters!”

“So what,” Lyn snipped, “you kept all mine! In a fancy box no less. I thought for sure you’d burn them.”

“But you’re my best friend.”

Lyn about tripped, and actually did slip on a few papers. Her heart hammered erratically within her chest, knocking the air from her lungs. When she found her voice she said, albeit roughly, “I thought Eliwood was your best friend.”

“He is. I can have two best friends. Don’t put me in a box.”

Clearly the definition of “best” eluded Hector. Despite herself, Lyn began to shake as she broke into a fit of silent giggles. She shut her eyes as tears welled up and spilled down her cheeks. Leave it to Hector to say something so recklessly sincere.

“Wh-what’s wrong.” Hector crossed the room in a couple of strides, he placed a large hand on Lyn’s shaking shoulder. “Gods, I didn’t say something stupid again did I?”

Of course not you oaf. Somehow you say the exact thing I needed to hear. She couldn’t put into words how worn thin she’d felt, running Caelin all by herself after her grandfather passed. How she’d had to hold everyone, even Kent and Sain, at arms length while she erected an icy barrier around herself bit by bit; her only defense from the other nobility and their ever present scrutiny. Everyone around her was pretension. Their words a dagger dipped in honey and poison. She realized quickly she couldn’t trust anyone no matter how flowery and sweet their words.

Hector’s letters were never that.

They were brutish and playfully antagonistic, much like the man himself. But they were also honest and heartfelt. And the longer they traded letters the funnier and sweeter his words had become. She’d be lying if his letters weren’t the highlight of her every week.

She wanted to tell him he was the only person she felt like she could be “just Lyn” with.

Instead, her near hysterical giggling just devolved into straight up sobbing when Hector pulled her into the most awkward hug. He held her like his strength might break her.

Lyn buried her face in his shoulder, blotting tears against his shirt. “H-hug me f-f-for…real, mo-oron.”

The air was forced from her lungs as Hector wrapped her in a crushing embrace. He smelled of horses and sweat and fresh clean linen. A mix of scents that were as grounding as they were familiar.

She needed this. Gods, she needed this. Lyn buried her her fingers in the front of hector’s shirt. In his embrace she finally felt safe enough to let out all the tears she’d kept bottled up inside. Vulnerability she could never let anyone else in Caelin see.

Hector’s body was so warm, radiating heat like a furnace.

Lyn didn’t want to let him go.

He held her until her sobs abated. Until all she felt was the heavy weariness coming down from the emotional high.

“I’m here,” Hector whispered into her hair. “I’m right here.”

“Everyone is so…fake,” Lyn whispered hoarsely back.

As if Hector finally understood, the tension in his body relaxed. He pressed his cheek to the top of Lyn’s head and replied, “I know.”

“You’re not.” She turned her face until her nose brushed his throat.

Hector swallowed thickly and she could feel it. “I’m not,” he agreed. “I promise you, I’m not.”

“Your last letter…” Lyn trailed off, she struggled to say out loud what he’d written.

“I meant it all. Every letter, it was me, Lyn.”

They both fell into pensive silence then, their breathing punctuating the moments. Lyn was pressed so close she could feel Hector’s heartbeat in her own chest. It was a steady thump-thump that comforted her.

Hector loosened his hold just enough to run a hand down her back, smoothing the fabric of her Sacaen clothing. So touch starved, Lyn had to resist the urge to arch into that touch like a cat.

Normally, while in Caelin she wore Lycian fashion. Mostly to appease the Lycian nobles. But lately, homesickness had set in, and she’d begun blending Sacaen and Lycian fashion. Today though, she wore a familiar ensemble. Clothing she’d kept from her late tribe, the Lorca. She’d wanted to dress in something familiar to greet the boys; something from the time she’d spent traveling with Hector and Eliwood.

“The Lycian nobles,” she started to say.

Hector gave a hum of acknowledgment, his hand caressing her back paused briefly to comb through her long ponytail. She shivered, and he must have felt it.

“I’m so tired of the feigned niceties, their insincere flattery; flowery but otherwise shallow talk.” She tilted her face to trace her nose along the corner of Hector’s jaw, causing his breath to hitch. It was a modicum more forward than appropriate, but given the contents of the last couple letters he’d sent…well. When her nose reached his ear she spoke lowly, “I’d trade a million pretty words for one touch that is real.”

Hector made a very tortured noise in the back of his throat.

All at once he twisted his face down and to the side to press a kiss to Lyn’s cheek.

Had her mouth not been at his ear, he might have kissed her lips.

Regardless, the chaste kiss sent a pleased shock from the base of her skull down to her toes.

“Lyn…” he breathed, voice low and throaty at her ear. “Can I touch you?”

Lyn could only nod, pulling back just enough for Hector to capture her mouth in a proper kiss.

It was all the confirmation he needed.

Months of pent-up restrained emotions—having been stoked to a fever pitch by their respective letters—boiled over and set ablaze.

Hector’s fingers dug into her back as he kissed her with all the desperation of a man drowning. She met his enthusiasm in kind, throwing her arms around his neck and burying one hand in his stupidly coiffed hair.

He let out a covetous groan, both his hands running down her body, over her hips, until they reached her exposed thighs. His touch ignited fire against her skin. With strength akin to a bear he gripped her thighs and hoisted her up off the ground effortlessly.

Lyn unconsciously hooked her legs over his hips. She pressed her body to his, chest flush against him, delighting in the touch of someone real.

Nights spent fantasizing paled in comparison to this moment.

Hector tilted his head to deepen the kiss. His lips were rough, almost chapped, no doubt from elements during the long trip from Ostia. But Lyn didn’t mind because this too felt so real. It was him, and he was actually here in Caelin, and he wanted her the way he’d alluded in all his letters. The same way she wanted him.

She tugged at his hair as she kissed him back, matching his energy. When he gasped into her mouth she savored the noise.

Lyn took the opportunity to slip her tongue past Hector’s lips, drawing a throaty moan from him. His grip on her thighs tightened.

Hector took a step back towards her desk, his boots crunching papers.

She should have been concerned about those papers—and she had no idea where Hector had placed her bundle of letters—but found herself too blissed out to give a damn.

She knew the moment his backside reached her desk, because her shins struck it too. The scandal of making out on her desk sent a crack of heat straight to Lyn’s stomach.

With the added support of the desk, Hector shifted her weight to his hips and one arm, so his other hand was free to tug at the saffron colored sash around her waist.

With the shift, their kisses lessened to a series of smaller sweet sensual ones. The glide and pop of lips pulling over lips.

Hector was struggling to find the ends of the sash, and Lyn dropped her hand from his hair, fingers over his, to guide him where to start.

He made an appreciative noise against her mouth, and they both felt the fabric begin to fall away when the door to the office creaked open.

“Excuse me, Lady Lyndis?” A familiar shock of red hair poked into the study. “I don’t mean to intrude while you’re busy, but have you seen Hector, I can’t find-“ Eliwood froze in the threshold, hand still on the door handle, and words stuck in his throat.

“Shit!” Lyn cursed, breaking away from Hector so fast that pain lanced through her neck. She pushed against his chest.

The brute of a man didn’t release her.

Instead he had the audacity to give his best friend an exasperated look.

“I-I am—excuse me. Gods, I’m sorry.” Eliwood clapped a hand over his eyes, “I should have knocked!” He fumbled blindly for the handle of the door with his other hand. The speed in which he slammed the door caused a rush of air that displaced a bunch of the papers littered over the floor. “You have my blessing. Carry on!” They both heard his muffled call from the other side.

Lyn’s whole face, ears neck and shoulders all burned with shame.

Honestly the state of the room looked about as compromising as their position.

“Someone put me to death,” she whined, pushing once more against Hector’s immovable chest.

Hector frowned, turning his cobalt gaze to Lyn. “Why? It was only Eliwood.”

Lyn fixed him with a glare that could have cleaved steel, “because the Marchioness of Caelin was just caught in a compromising position with the Marquess of Ostia! This is a scandal. Never mind that I’ll be seen a Sacaen “dog” whose seduced the most powerful Marquis in Lycia. The other Lycian nobility have been waiting for me screw up, be given reason to depose me from Caelin. Hector, we’re neither engaged, nor courting!”

“Then let me court you,” Hector stated bluntly.

Lyn went slack jawed, stunned silent.

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Thank you so so much for the ask! You’re the best CapnQuaggles! You’ve always been so supportive and kind. Following me through every fandom I’ve been in over the last decade. You’re so dear to me. Thanks for indulging my rekindled interest in these old Fire Emblem games. I hope you like both the art and the fic.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

THE ELIWOOD X HECTOR GUY?!

i dont know who qualifies more for a veterans account between the two of you honestly oh my go D

[drbtinglecannon]

Ike and Tibarn were a good distance apart from each other while having this conversation on the battlefield

[feshippingpolls]

Eliwood x Hector

FE: Should they kiss?

Eliwood x Hector

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

Okay I’ve never sent a question in to this blog before, but I used to be a HUGE FE fan (read: Autistic hyperfixation for several years) and I need to admit something. I hate- no, DESPISE Eliwood x Ninian, and that’s not to be taken lightly considering Eliwood was and still is my favorite FE character. I’d ship him with Lyn, Hector, Fiora… just not Ninian. I hate Ninian as a character, and I hate it hate it HATE IT when people say Eliwood x Ninian is canon. (Sidenote: I like Ike x Soren but also have mixed feelings on people calling that absolutely positively canon as well.)

🥔 (Note: If the emoji doesn’t show up, it’s supposed to be a potato.)

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[idk6123]

The Morph (Hector X Male Reader)

At the water, Eliwood’s and Hector’s army are fighting the Black Fang once again. This time, they’re fighting against the morph, Sonia. During the battle, both sides are clashing their fullest against each other. Nino does the same but stops when she recognizes one of the morphs.

“Y/N!”

In front of her, a man with black hair and golden eyes looks at the little girl with an emotionless face. He’s on the other side, however, it doesn’t seem he intends to fight her.

“Stand aside. I have zero intention killing you, even if Sonia orders me to do so.”

“You don’t have to kill anyone.” Nino tries her best to safe one of the people she loves dearly. “Me and Jaffar are on the other side. They treat us nice. Please, can’t you join us?”

“I can’t. I’m still a puppet of Lord Nergal. I can’t disobey him. Besides, I’m not human anymore. All I am is the remains of my former life.” Y/N argues.

“So what? You’re still Y/N. You’re a kind guy that is always up to help me. When I’m having trouble casting a spell, you were there to help me. And I know you don’t want to hurt me. Please, can’t you switch sides? Or at least stop fighting.”

Y/N thinks about it. He got nothing to live for. To him, fighting for both sides grant him no benefit. Still, deep down, he cares for the mage. “Very well. I stop fighting.”

Nino gives him a grateful smile. “Really? Thank you!”

And so, the battles continue. Although dangerous, nobody manages to get killed. And with the death of Sonia, the army are taking a break for their next battle at their camp. As everyone dispersed, the lord trio catch up with their units, making sure everyone is alright. When they get to Nino, Jaffar and Y/N tent, they’re surprised to see a morph.

“What the-!?” Hector quickly grabs the nearest weapon and point it towards the morph.

“Don’t!” Nino quickly jumps between them, making Jaffer quickly jumps in front of the girl with his dagger out. “He’s good! He won’t hurt anyone.”

Hector stops and takes a closer at the morph, recognizing him. Eliwood too recognizes the man, while Lyn is focused on the fact a morph is at their base.

“Nino, who is he?” She asks calmly, wanting an explanation.

“This is Y/N. He’s one of my friends. He usually was with my mo- Uhm… Sonia. But unlike her, he’s good.” Nino explains.

“I understand the wary attitude. I don’t expect you to trust me. So if you’re willing to kill me, I understand.”

“Y/N…” Hector mutters. He drops down his weapon. Everyone is curious why he’s acting odd. “It’s really you?”

Y/N raises an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, but I don’t believe we never met, nor should you heard my name.”

Hector’s face saddens. “You don’t remember us, Y/N?”

Still, the morph doesn’t get what he’s talking about. “Remember what?”

Hector frowns further. After looking at him for a second, he turns around and leaves the tent.

“Hector?” Lyn is surprised by his sudden behavior. “What’s up with him?”

Like the brash general, Eliwood also frowns, but a lot less. He looks back at Y/N. “He’s upset to his dead friend back alive.”

“Huh? He knew him before?” Lyn asks.

Eliwood nods. Y/N is curious what their history is. “Lord Eliwood, you know who I am was before, do you?”

“Yes. We three used to be childhood friends. You were a noble of House Nightfall. There was an incident almost two years ago, where the entire house got died by a fire. Looking back, the Black Fang were definitely involved. …We never discovered your body. We definitely thought you were murdered, but we didn’t had any leads. We merely needed to accept what happened and move on, but… I don’t ever think Hector ever did.”

This is the first time Y/N heard this. It’s hard to belief, however he knows it’s true. He remembers his first memory almost two years ago. The timeline makes sense. His family got murdered, he got captured and then he got turned into a morph.

“Thank you for telling me.” The morph now wonders how this is all going to get down.

-

Back at Ostia, the group recovers after the loss of Ninian. With the castle heavily guarded, they got plenty of time to regroup before the next battle. During which, Hector continues to stare at Y/N, who is reading his times. He doesn’t know what to think or feel. Sadness, anger, irritation, he’s feeling it all.

It only took a couple of seconds until Y/N senses Hector staring at him. The man looks back at the general and closes the tome. “Good day, Lord Hector. Is there something you need?”

“That tome… I saw you use it at the last battle. It’s dark magic.” Hector points out.

“It is. What about it?”

“Dark magic was always you’re specialty back when you were… you.” Hector let out a sadden frown. “Is there is any chance you don’t remember me?”

“I don’t. My apologies.” Hector let out a huff. He remains quiet, merely looking at him. “Is everything alright, sir?”

“You look like him. You sound like him. You even have the same skills. But you besides that, you’re nothing like Y/N.” Hector clutches his hands, becoming annoyed. He remains quiet for another few seconds, until he grabs an axe. He wonders if he finishes the morph off, if it makes the real Y/N happy in the afterlife.

As he gets closer to Y/N to strike him down, he stops to look at Y/N’s face. His face is without any emotion, but his eyes look alive. There is definitely some kind of life in front of him, yet he can’t help but view the morph nothing more than a walking corpse. He hesitates, wondering if he should do it, before giving up.

“Hector?”

“Don’t say my name… please.”

Hector leaves, feeling more conflicted then he did before. Y/N wonders if there is anything he can do to make him better.

-

It’s near the end of the journey. The army is at the dread isle, ready to end it the entire conflict. They head to the Dragon’s Gate, guarded by the final, upper morph, Limstella. Though first they have to get through the opposing army. As they get to the other side of the battlefield, Y/N spots Hector as they’re no enemies nearby.

“Everything going well, Lord Hector?”

Hector turns back, somewhat surprised to see the morph. “Oh, it’s you… Everything is alright. What about you?”

“The same can said to me.”

Hector hums. “You don’t feel conflicted about fighting your former allies?”

“I guess I don’t. Besides Nino and the Reed Family, I never had much pleasant times with the Black Fang. Even the short time with your army brought me more joy then spending time with Lord Nergal and his men.” Y/N explains.

“Were you lonely?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know how life is with people I care about, so I never experience feeling loneliness.” Y/N answers. “But enough about me. I’m curious about you. Our last conversation left me wonder what is going on with you.”

Hector’s eyes sadden again. “I’m sorry if you felt scared.”

“I didn’t.” Y/N responds coldly, while sounding casually. “If you were to strike me down, I would be alright with it. Death doesn’t scare me.”

“Don’t say that!” Hector raises his voice. “Don’t say that again.” His shakenly says. “Whatever you are. Whatever parts of Y/N remains in you. I don’t want it gone. You deserve better than that.”

“Do I deserve that, or the Y/N you knew?” Hector remains quiet, refusing to answer. Y/N wonders what his answer is. “Lord Hector-”

“Hector. Drop the lord part.”

The dark mage accepts his request. “Hector, if you don’t mind, after this is all over, can I visit my former self’s house? I’m curious about my past.”

Hector shows a sad smile. “Sure thing. Maybe then you remember something…”

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And so, after the final battle against the resurrected Black Fang, Nergal and the fire dragons, Lycia is saved once more. And so, the army got disbanded. Some quitted the life of fighting. Some start a family. Others are continuing their ambition. For Y/N, however, is visiting his heritage, alongside with the Marquess of Ostia.

They get to the former house land. Although recently destroyed, the castle looks to be rebuild. As the two looks at the building, Hector wonders if there is any bell ringing back at Y/N.

“We buried your folks in the garden. You want to visit them?”

“Yes.”

The two get to the back of the castle to enter the garden. It looks tranquil, with many water features like fountains placed around with trees sprouting everywhere. In front of the two is a massive shrine. Flowers are placed everywhere. The names of the victims are carved on the stone, even Y/N’s.

“So, here are my real parents…” Y/N looks to his right to talk to his friend. “Can you tell me something about them?”

“They were real bookworms, always hungers for knowledge. Somewhat distant, but you were always positive about them.” Hector shares what he can remembers, making him smile. “Everything you know about them is thanks to him.”

“That so?” The morph looks back at the shrine. There is no emotion on his face, merely looking out with a bleak stare.

Hector wishes he could read Y/N better. Although there are resemblances, the Y/N before and now are completely different. “We used to play in this garden, y’know? Tag, hide and seek, the list goes on. I miss those days.”

“I wish I could remember it.” Y/N confessed. He turns back to his friend. “Not because of me, but because it makes you happy.” Hector gives a genuine smile, happy to hear it. “What about later in our life? Were we also good friends?”

“…The best.” Hector hesitates for a bit before answering, which Y/N notices.

“Hector?”

Hector, who was forcing a smile, drops it. “We weren’t friends. …We were more than that.”

“Oh?” That explains his behavior a lot more. Compared to Eliwood’s behavior, Hector looked distraught, and it appears this is why. “My apology.”

“It’s alright.” Hector reassures. “I’m not mad at you. I’m just… lost. I thought god was playing some cruel joke on me when I saw you like this. I lost the man I loved, and then I got him back, stripped away from his memories and identity. And as I continue looking at you, I can only hope there is some way Y/N can come back at me.”

“I wish I could help, but…”

“You don’t remember.” Hector could’ve guessed that. “I guess I just have to accept the fact the Y/N I knew is gone.” There is an awkward silence between them. The two look back at the shrine, looking at it for a couple of second before the general speaks up. “I stop trying to make you remember the past. You’re not the same Y/N I knew. I probably shouldn’t treat you like the same person. If there is anything you want, ask.”

“What do you mean?”

“I can provide a house if you want to live a normal life. If you have any other desires, I’m sure I can provide it. Whatever life you want to live, all you need to do is say it.” Hector explains. “What do you want to do?”

Y/N thinks about it for a minute. He doesn’t have a place to call home. The only people he properly knows is Nino and Jaffar, but he doesn’t want to interrupt their peace with his presence. He doesn’t have any ambition to live for. There is only one thing he can think of.

“I want to be by your side.”

“Huh!?” Hector gets caught off guard. “Why?”

“I don’t have any other place to go. You’re the closest thing I got. You treated me with kindness.”

“But I tried to kill you.” Hector objects.

“But you didn’t, nor did you want to.” Y/N corrects him. “I know you still mourn my former self, and if really don’t want to see his face anymore, then I’m fine with it. But… I would appreciate holding part of my past, even if I don’t remember it.”

Hector looks at him for some seconds, before he shows a warming smile. “Maybe you aren’t too different from him. You were always considered towards others. Maybe even without you’re memories, parts of the old Y/N remain. I don’t expect you to remember, but maybe we should look at differently. You can make new memories. Happy ones, like we had.”

“Is that a yes?”

Hector smiles wider. “Yes. On this day, you will be by my side. I make sure nothing, or anyone is going to hurt you again.”

[these-detestable-hands]

That's Hector's bf!

When you eventually start fe7 please tell me about it I would love to hear about your experiences, it's my favorite game, and I love it and I love the characters and and and

Anyway, here, take a picture of eliwood

I ABSOLUTELY WILL CRAB DW

and eliwood………. red boy…..

[olivine-ocean]

Tagged by @explosionguts for this game so…

Last Song: Moonlight On the River was the last track to play for the night on my current playlist

Currently watching: was part way through rewatching Ted Lasso this week before the wifi died, will be going back when I can

Three Ships: uhhh I have no clue but first ones to come to mind r Elihec (Eliwood x Hector, FE7), Metadede (Meta Knight x King Dedede, Kirby series), and uhhh Vergil x Therapy. Have not been like having a lot of shipping brain as of late I suppose?? Vergil needs a therapist tho.

First Ship: uhhh fuck if I remember… smth from a book I read as a kid and got into decently like Percy Jackson or H^rry P*tter. But to give an actual answer, shout out to Stucky (Steve x Bucky, MCU) for being like the first ship I was really into tho aside from whatever self ship shenanigans middle school me was up to.

Favorite Color: Blue and maybe more that like blue green blue, is it teal? Turquoise? Something??? Idk but somewhere in blue

Currently Consuming: Mallomars, they r good

Currently Working On: Pokemon SV DLC, some secret Santa stuff, maybe some fic snippets I’ll never actually publish as usual

Relationship Status: single and not looking for anything romantic, aro ace in me says nah but QPR perhaps

Last Movie: I actually couldn’t tell you, maybe FNAF movie in theaters. Legit don’t think I’ve sat and watched a movie in like a month or two.

Uh tagging people right?

Feel free to ignore if you don’t wanna but..

@the-magic-thief @smoothiekins @blue-haired-heathen @coupleoffruits @seemlikeapercy

Not sure who else to tag so if I missed you feel free to @ me in ur response

[crabknight]

dont know too much about what blorbos are from your shows, but how about eliwood fe7 for the ask game?

Omg yippee I get to talk about Eliwood!

So my favorite thing about him is his personality, it's very endearing to me, especially the way he acts towards his friends

My least favorite thing about him is that he's kinda weak in the actual gameplay and he promotes extremely late

My favorite quote from him is from the last chapter so I'll hide that at the bottom so anyone who doesn't want to get spoiled don't have to

For the brOTP it would be a crime to say anything other than Hector, but I do also really enjoy his relationship with Pent and Lyn

My OTP is very basic, it's Ninian, but I love them so much. I also don't really like any other option, like Hector x Eliwood is funny but I see them more as a platonic duo

The closest thing I have to a nOTP would be Eliwood x Lyn, I don't really think they feel like they should be a couple, but I don't have strong feelings on it

It is my headcannon that Eliwood really enjoys baking and often bakes for all his friends when he gets the chance

I don't really know if it counts as an unpopular opinion but Eliwood deserves more, for being the main character of the first game released in the west it kinda seems like IS don't really like him, like really, both Lyn and Hector are emblems in engage but Eliwood just has to sit on the sidelines as a bond ring? Like at least but him in with Hector like they did with Robin and Chrom

I have never thought about a song for him, but with a quick look through my playlists I decided that "I'm here" by Michael Shirt has Eliwood vibes in the way it makes me feel safe and calm in a way I feel like I would also feel in the same room as Eliwood

This is my favorite picture, the good ol classic

Ok here's the quote

"Nergal! I will defeat you! Here! Today!! But...even now, there is no hatred in my heart. You who were born human, you who lost the heart that defines your humanity... For you, I have nothing but pity."

[aestheticitii]

the thought of roy and lilina dancing after roy convinces his parents to have a wedding reception with their friends...

they talk about how lilina was hoping to get the bouquet for herself, after she comments that seeing her parents getting married would be so so wonderful. they talk about how she's seriously considering re-entering next year for that reason, because askr is the only time she can relive the times when her family was together, just like roy

and roy offers to pair up with her or otherwise help her in her quest. because he knows how much it would mean to her, because her very-obviously-in-love parents are half the reason she wants to get married

when she ends up hinting at who it is that she'd want her fairytale wedding with, he picks it up immediately because they used to talk about it all the time. how could they not?

after all, roy's dad leaves little love notes for his mom, and his mom rolls her eyes lovingly before carefully pasting them into a diary she keeps. she's got at least fifteen of those by the time she dies because he gives out at least one per day and he gets one kiss per so sometimes he writes more. after they spar, if she even just compliments him, his dad feels like he was the one who won their bout instead because he's so happy about it

she buys him a gift every time she heads to town because "it reminds me of you" but they're very, very loosely related things, so much so that even she can't recall what connection they have to her husband. she just thinks about him a lot and it shows in the way she accidentally slips into praising him any time someone says something remotely nice about him

meanwhile, everyone's quietly scared of lilina's mom because they know her dad will be furious if they disrespect or hurt her in any way—he's her biggest supporter and it's something she mentions often whenever lilina talks about wanting to get married. "find someone who supports you like your father supports me. and make sure to support him just as much."

and her mom goes out of her way to give him a singular wild flower—sometimes a weed—she found every day to let him know she's thinking of him. he keeps a list of their descriptions. anytime she complains about any sort of pain, he'll take it as an excuse to carry her around and even though she acts like she'd be fine if he didn't, she makes no moves to let go, even when she's teased about it

but like back to their dream wedding—lilina's dream wedding really is just what they both wanted, what they both talked about as kids. and roy's never really thought about it too hard, because in the back of his mind, he's always assumed it's going to be lilina walking down the aisle and well, he's already talked about it to her

she kisses him on the cheek when the dance ends and he asks, hesitating slightly before telling him that she's always liked him, and apologizes for taking the moment away from his parents

he asks her to dinner instead

lilina never gets to answer because everyone starts taking pictures with the bride and groom, and of course, lyn and eliwood insist on roy being in most of them.

but when he shows up at the place he mentioned, she's waiting for him.

[four-loose-screws]

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Chapter 7: Those Who Slither (“False Friends” in localization) (Section 5)

"Grr, thieves really do have no shame…!” Guy exclaimed as he dodged the repeated attacks of the pirate before him, then sliced twice into the man’s torso, leaving an X-shaped wound behind.

Guy was currently away from the grueling fight unfolding on the battlefield, and fighting alone as he aimed to make it to the southern village. 

Their newest member, Erk, had requested them to help his employers, and Eliwood and Hector both agreed. And so, in order to protect her, they decided to have someone go to the southern village. However, they were currently in the middle of a difficult battle. Without many allies to spare, they decided to have Guy go alone.

Originally, Erk was going to go as well, but the only other ally they currently had who could provide long range support from the rear line was Rebecca, so they were short on people. That was why they decided that Erk would immediately join the battle.

And to make matters worse, a group of pirates knew that a battle had started, and were trying to take advantage of the chaos to attack the village. Guy was the one stuck with fighting that difficult battle to save Erk's employer in the village.

But for someone like him, aiming to become a swordfighter of Sacae, such foes were no match.

"And this is the last one!" Guy aimed his sword at the pirate and swung it straight down.

The pirate tried to repel the attack with his axe, but Guy managed to change the course of his swing ever so slightly, and the hilt of the axe sliced the pirate's neck.

After confirming that the pirate was spurting blood and had collapsed, Guy rushed to the southern village.

Erik did not seem to have positioned any soldiers in this area, and the pirate he just defeated seemed to indeed be the last one, as he did not see any other people.

Without any other significant obstacles in his way, Guy arrived safely in the southern village.

"Now all that's left is to… What was his name? Erk, I think? All that's left is to find his employer."

He looked all around him, then decided to start walking towards the town square in the center of town for the time being.

"Huh? Ah, um, are you…?"

When he noticed the young woman that came into his field of vision, he suddenly gasped.

Her shoulder length crimson red hair, dark green eyes that looked like they could draw someone within them, and dainty, slim body all accentuated the ephemeral aura she radiated. 

The horse next to her stood right alongside her to protect her.

When she saw him, her beautiful face twisted into a frown. "...Are you another of the Marquess' messengers? Please take your leave. My feelings will not change."

"W-w-wait! I'm not a messenger from the Marquess!" He started to act completely out of character, blushing as he continued, "I'm Guy! Y-Your employee Erk asked me to come here!"

"Oh my! I'm terribly sorry. Please… forgive me…"

"I-I-It's okay! A-Anyway, the son of Marquess Pherae and brother of Marquess Ostia will guard you. C-Come with me!"

His face was now completely red. 

His words made her smile.

"Thank you, Guy. My name is Priscilla. I am pleased to make your acquaintance… Hm?"

"W-What's wrong? D-Do you doubt me? I-I really am here by their order, after they accepted Erk's request for assistance…"

"No, you are injured."

"Huh?"

She pointed one of her slim fingers at Guy's right cheek.

It must have happened when he was fighting the pirates, but it was just a cut, nothing unlike what he was used to sustaining every day.

But even for such a tiny wound, Priscilla used her Mend staff to heal it.

"There, it should be healed up now."

"..."

"Please do not hesitate to reach out to me whenever you are injured." She said with a carefree smile on her face.

When Guy looked at her with that expression on her face, he felt his entire body heat up.

'I really didn't need her to heal a cut like that… …What a strange woman.' He thought, so flustered he could not keep his emotions under control.

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With the addition of the mage Erk, the tide of battle gradually shifted in Eliwood's favor. 

They had a solid vanguard in Marcus, Lowen, Oswin, and Hector. Flanking them were Eliwood, Matthew, Bartre, and Dorcas, waiting for their moments to strike and trap the oncoming Laus soldiers with their pincer formation.

Behind them were Rebecca, shooting arrows to support them, and their new member Erk, utilizing his spells to make even more of their enemies run away in fear.

Before this large enemy army, Eliwood and his allies were successfully holding their own.

The person most agitated by that scene was Erik.

"Grr, they're better than I thought… Hey, someone, I don't care who! Go to the castle and bring back as many reinforcements as you possibly can!!"

Unable to accept his inevitable defeat, Erik made one of the soldiers nearest him his messenger.

If reinforcements just came to help them, then they could crush Eliwood's army.

As someone who lacked true combat experience, Erik's only hope was in sheer numbers.

ー

"Lord Erik is struggling! I have come to request reinforcements!!"

"What?! He is requesting reinforcements this quickly…?!" Hearing that his son was in danger drained all of the color from Darin's face. 

Ephidel, standing next to him, did not even try to hide his disappointment. "...To think that he is unable to bring them down even with those numbers…" It had been a waste to simply place their hopes in Erik. That was what his tone conveyed in his muttered words as he began to walk towards the door.

"Ephidel? Wh-Where are you going?"

"Placing Lycia's takeover on your soldiers was far too heavy a burden for you. I will tell my master of what occurred here, and the Black Fang will leave this place."

"A-are you telling me that you have come here to abandon us?!"

Darin's face became even more pale than it had when he learned that his son was in danger. He clung shamefully to Ephidel as the man attempted to leave.

Ephidel looked down coldly at him and said in an icy tone, "You yourself are the one who said that it would be trouble if Ostia learned of this, are you not? Marquess Darin of Laus."

"I-It was. I can no longer turn back! I-I beg you! One more… Just give me one more chance! I will produce results that will satisfy Lord Nergal!!"

Ephidel, looking at Darin making his desperate pleas, thought carefully. ‘Actually, there might still be a way we can use this man…’ 

There were many uninjured soldiers left at Laus Castle. ‘If we make good use of them, then they might still accomplish something…' He decided, keeping a level head, then turned towards Darin and said solemnly,  "...In that case, gather the soldiers at the castle immediately, and we shall regroup elsewhere."

"N-No… Are you telling me to… abandon my castle… and my son?"

“Would you fall together with your son for his own blunder? You have our master, Lord Nergal’s, support, and he will give you the throne of a united Lycia… It is unthinkable anything would be so important that you would trade away that opportunity, is it not?”

“Yes… Yes, you're right. I… have a great duty as the person who will become the king of Lycia!"

If he was in his right mind, then Darin probably would have rejected Ephidel’s plan. He was greedy and lecherous, but not so cruel that he would abandon his beloved son.

But he was lost in his sweet dream of becoming king of Lycia, and lost the ability to think clearly. Ephidel’s words comforted him like a deep sleep…

“You can still have another child or two. Do not be so foolish as to allow temporary sentiments to cause you to falter."

“...” Darin could not find a response to Ephidel’s words.

He closed his mouth and looked up at the ceiling with his eyes glazed over. An image of himself as the King of Lycia flashed through the back of his mind.

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[teaveetamer]

For Blazing Blade ? let me guess. "Roy x Lilina is incest" and "Roy x Cecilia" is grooming.

Wouldn't know, I haven't played FE6 or FE7 as of yet. I've heard the Lyn shipping got a little strange, tho. I actually found an old fossil Lyn/Eliwood vs. Lyn/Hector ship war post a while back, which was wild.