#fegenweek

[adelle-ein]

some sprite edits for #FEGenWeek! feel free to use with credit

[moeblob]

(Delayed) Day 3: Rain

[tangerinabina-de-archanea]

Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Seteth (Fire Emblem), Macuil (Fire Emblem), Indech (Fire Emblem), Flayn (Fire Emblem), Rhea (Fire Emblem), My Unit | Byleth Additional Tags: Implied Seteth/Byleth, Canon-Typical Violence, Heavy spoilers for the Church of Seiros in general, Angst, Character Study, Blood, Relic-Making Related Gore and Violence, Non-Linear Narrative, this salad is salty with tears, i just want lettuce fam to be happy but alas, FE Gen Week 2020 Summary:

Whenever the Relics are close, the Nabateans are haunted by the voices of their past.

Written for FE Gen Week 2020, free day.

[aquanutart]

for @fegenweek (although I only just realized I think this was supposed to be more than one character WHOOPS ...... and I was supposed to finish it last week ....... but I combined two prompts in one that’s got to count for something) flowers/dream

[airlock]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fire Emblem Series, Fire Emblem: Soen no Kiseki/Akatsuki no Megami | Fire Emblem Path of Radiance/Radiant Dawn Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Edward (Fire Emblem), Leonardo (Fire Emblem), Noisu | Nolan, Tauroneo (Fire Emblem) Additional Tags: aran gets little a scene as a treat but I'm not tagging him, I showed people a snippet of dialogue from this out of context once, they were a hundred percent convinced the next thing that happens is an explosion, from a certain point of view they weren't wrong Summary:

Originally intended for @fegenweek... 2018. Being posted just in time for @fegenweek 2020. In which the peace right after liberating Daein is pretty boring, but can still get interesting sometimes.

"So, what do you think of Tauroneo, huh?"

"Oh, come on, Edward. Are we really bored enough to start gossiping?"

"Yeah. Yeah, we are."

Leonardo shuffles in his velvet armchair, not wanting to admit that Edward has seen through him.

hey guys, remember when I was doing a tellius piece for gen week two years ago? well... I haphazardly finished it at long last juuuust in time for this year’s gen week! haaa... all delays aside, come watch me care about some radiant dawn characters since nobody else will do it for me

[lesbianpegasusknight]

The World by Storm (gen)

Ferdinand had a simple strategy: marry Constance von Nuvelle, unseat his father, and guide Adrestia to prosperity.

Nothing goes as planned.

4k of DLC friendship for @fegenweek

Here at Ao3

[bi-naesala]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fire Emblem Series, Fire Emblem: The Sacred Stones Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: minor Kyle & Forde, minor Kyle & Ephraim Characters: Kyle (Fire Emblem) Additional Tags: minor appearance of Forde, minor appearance of Ephraim, During Canon, Post-Canon, Character Study, War, FE Gen Week, FE Gen Week 2020, Vignette Series: Part 8 of FE gen week Summary:

A few instances of Kyle pondering about his place after the war.

(Day 3 of @fegenweek | Prompt: unfamiliar)

[disastaur]

Rating: Teen and up (because Eldigan gets saucy and drops an f bomb, which absolutely scandalizes Sigurd)

Fandoms: Fire Emblem Heroes, Genealogy of the Holy War, Thracia 776

Relationships: Quan & Altena, Sigurd & Eldigan & Quan

Tags: Father-daughter relationships, family bonding, mild hurt/comfort, absent parents, correcting past mistakes, banter, fairytales, Leonster’s based on Ireland, Lord Quan the Swan, the 3 musketeers have 1 collective brain cell

Prompt: Free day

Summary: Quan wants to be there for his children. Easier said than done.

[glory-of-bygone-days]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fire Emblem Series, Fire Emblem: Seisen no Keifu | Fire Emblem: Genealogy of the Holy War Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Celice | Seliph & Yurius | Julius Characters: Yurius | Julius, Celice | Seliph Additional Tags: Trans Character, Trans Male Character, Nonbinary Character, Implied/Referenced Transphobia, but very much in the sense of 'fuck this shit', Family Fluff, Sibling Bonding, yes there's no real angst here i'm surprised myself, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, De-Possessed Julius AU, Gratuitous italics, if i try a little harder that can become my Signature Tag, Gender Issues, julius says fuck gender norms, the tags are all over the place and i'm sorry, FE Gen Week, FE Gen Week 2020 Summary:

Julius likes dresses. Celice doesn't.

or: a short piece about not being like others expect you to be, finding understanding in unexpected places, and doing whatever feels right for you

[wyvern-dork]

Summary: “Your strength is impressive”, Altena admitted, and Minerva gave her an embarrassed smile.

“Some say that’s my only redeeming quality.”

“I highly doubt that’s true. You seem like a fine person to me.”

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For the prompt “unfamiliar” of @fegenweek I made Altena and Minerva interact in Askr! I have not written any FEH fics before so it was a fun challenge! 

Categories: General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply, Gen Fandoms: Fire Emblem Heroes, Fire Emblem Series Relationships: Minerva & Altena (Fire Emblem) Characters: Altena (Fire Emblem), Minerva (Fire Emblem) Words: 3796

[enigmaofamigara]

Wrote a fanfic centered on Leif, Nanna, and Finn for FE Genweek 2020.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23837110

[moeblob]

(So I’m just going to casually join in on FE Gen Week and today marks day one.)

Day 1: Ride

[royaltyjunk]

Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: Gen Fandom: Fire Emblem: Rekka no Ken | Fire Emblem: Blazing Sword Relationship: Nils & Ninian (Fire Emblem) Characters: Ninian (Fire Emblem), Nils (Fire Emblem), Nergal (Fire Emblem), Lyndis (Fire Emblem) Additional Tags: Running Away, Sibling Bonding, i would die for these siblings

Written for @fegenweek.

[bluepunkmon]

Fe Gen Week Prompt #1: Ride

In which Henry and Ricken (by extension) try to tame a very angry pegasus. Rated G, no blood or violence

Friendship, or really, any relationship, with Henry mandated that one become acclimated to a high level of strangeness. Even if the current subject of conversation, item being considered, or activity being suggested didn’t immediately sound strange, the strangeness would come through eventually.

So, when Henry told Ricken he started training to become a Dark Flier, a totally innocuous and sensible thing given the Shepherd’s current campaign, Ricken knew to be on the lookout for something strange. He found it quickly, in the form of Henry’s choice of steed.

“Where did you even get it?” Ricken asked in a voice that held an equal mix of fear and awe.

He and Henry watched from a distance as the army’s pegasi were tethered and given their evening feed. Amongst the familiar faded dappled grey coats and feathers was a new presence; one larger, sharper and darker than the rest. It was a jet-black shape that loomed over the rest of the flock like a storm cloud blown into a calm summer day.

As if it heard him, the large pegasus turned its head to stare at Ricken. He didn’t know pegasi could even have red eyes.

“In the last town.” Henry answered. “Tied up outside without food or water. The owner was going to kill her because she wouldn’t take any riders. I was just going to free her in the middle of the night, but Robin found out and said they’d pay for it so I wouldn’t steal her. Said I had ‘free reign’ to try to tame her.” He smiled at the pun.

The animal did look skinny despite its height, especially beside such honed war animals – though that didn’t lessen the intimidation factor of its glare at all. It ruffled its dark wings and snorted, stomping a hoof.

“So, it doesn’t like people?” Ricken asked.

“Oh, no, not at all. But I think she gets along with other pegasi, and Sumia said she has the right temperament for battle.”

A pegasus knight walked up to the winged horses, water, brush, and rags in hand. The black horse twisted, red eye watching the newcomer. As they got closer, the pegasus grew more tense, and when the knight reached the animal at the end of the row the winged horse reared and shrieked, slicing the air with gigantic black wings and sending the knight stumbling back.

Henry’s smile fell a bit. “Well. As much as she could tell, from a distance. But I think she’ll be great! And when we’re a team, you can be the first person we give a ride to.”

Ricken looked back at the beast just in time to see it snap up some small scurrying creature and swallow it whole. “Great.”

=

Over the next few weeks, every moment Henry was not in battle or preparing for one was spent caring for and trying to tame, the foul-tempered animal. And, over the next few weeks, every moment Ricken was not in battle or preparing for one was spent trying to make sure Henry didn’t get killed or maimed in the process.

The winged horse didn’t like any humans, at all, and Henry didn’t appear to be an exception. Henry worked, often times alongside Sumia, to calm it and establish a routine to gain its trust. From Ricken’s perspective, none of it worked. She was always on guard, never accepting food or brushing. At best, it wouldn’t react when Henry stood a few meters away to speak to it, which he did fairly often, (so at least he had someone new to tell his more painful word play). The winged horse was always unresponsive, but if the dark mage even thought about moving closer it would start getting threatening. A few times it went beyond threats, and Ricken would run interference to make sure Henry didn’t get too hurt, because he refused to raise a hand against the thing, even in self-defense.

Ricken at least got to receive a crash course in pegasi behavior. He knew now what parts of the wings they were most protective of, that they were born with canine teeth that were usually removed, that they didn’t like to fly if they could help it, all sort of things. He committed them all to memory – habit of an education in magic – but he didn’t think it would ever be useful. He wasn’t not Miriel, craving knowledge for knowledge’s sake.

After too many of these sessions, Ricken was healing a bruise on Henry’s arm while they sat on the grass a safe distance from the beast in question. The dark mage glanced back at the pegasus and said, “I think that went well.”

“But – she just chased you.”

“Yeah, she just chased me! And she went pretty slow, she could have caught me if she wanted.”

“She bit your finger off yesterday!”

“And you reattached it good as new!” Henry answered.  “Also, she spat it out instead of eating it. She didn’t have to do that. Progress.”

Would anything get through to him? “But she’s still as mean as when you first got her.”

“Nah, not mean, just defensive.”

Ricken finished healing the last of the bruises and sighed. “How do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Keep believing she has potential, despite all this.”

Henry looked up to the darkening evening sky in thought, slow to respond. “I’m sure she has her own reasons for being the way she is. And she’s never aggressive with the other pegasi, or even the other horses! She always watches over them, and grooms them, even if they don’t groom her back. Just because an animal doesn’t like humans doesn’t make them mean. Sometimes it just means they’re smart.”

He blinked. “Oh, wow, it’s later than I thought. Got to go, I was supposed to help with dinner ages ago.”

Henry left in a hurry, and Ricken was left to fetch two very harried knights to tether the pegasus with the other winged horses. They only glared a little bit at the request.

Ricken edged closer to her when the knight’s finished, keeping well out of biting distance. The dark pegasus glanced up, ears pricked and alert. Now that he looked, Ricken could see old raised welts along its back and legs, the kind that might have come from a whip.

“You really lucked out,” Ricken said, voice low to avoid startling the animal. “That Henry found you. You couldn’t have found a nicer person.”

As close as he is, he can see that, though the pegasus had lost some of the thinness from before, her wings were still in rough shape, with pieces of leaves and twigs caught in the feathers. There was a large-ish one stuck neat a joint, a place most pegasus dreaded even having touched. Carefully, the young mage case a small wind spell, one tight and controlled enough to straighten some feathers and dislodge the stick.

He couldn’t help much, but he could do this at least.

It proved to be both the least he could do, and the most. After another week, the pegasus was no more tame than before, and Robin tells Henry that the army wouldn’t be able to keep feeding and sheltering the beast for much longer if it kept refused riders.

Henry was still smiling when they go to collect the beast, but Ricken sensed tension behind it. “I’m going to call it quits today. Want to go with me to set her free?”

Ricken agreed, and walked with them away from camp and up to higher ground.

“Why did you want this one, anyway?” Ricken asked. “We have the money to get a tamer pegasus. Or at least a less bitey one.”

Henry’s smile didn’t look like a happy one. “It’s silly, but I just didn’t want her to die. She reminds me of someone I knew. I figured I probably couldn’t tame her, but I wanted to give her a chance to grow strong again. Wild pegasi get picked off by wyverns a lot, but maybe now she’ll have a fighting chance. Though she was still raised on a  farm…”

He trailed off, then shrugged. “Ah, well. That’s life! Can’t say we didn’t try.”

“I’m sorry.”

Henry laughed. “Why? You’re not the one who was gonna kill her.” He shook his head. “The strangest things bother you, Ricken.”

He stopped walking, and the mage stopped with him. They were high up enough for Ricken to see the soft wind blow back distant treetops.

“This should work.” Henry said. He moved to undo the bridle while Ricken stood by, ready to heal in case the beast tried to bite off any more fingers. The pegasus barely reacted to the close contact, only giving a half-hearted huff of breath.

The dark mage stepped back, bridle in hand. “This is it! Fly free my friend, take care of yourself!”

The black pegasus blinked, flared its wings, and without much warning launched itself into the air dazzlingly quickly (Ricken might not like them much, but it was still fascinating to see a thing that didn’t look like could ever belong in the air fly so gracefully).

They watched the shape shrink into the distance.

“I hope she’s okay.” Ricken said, surprising himself.

“I hope so too,” Henry said. “Come on, let’s go back.”

All the way back down the hills to camp, Ricken’s chest felt oddly heavy. The pegasus was not a nice animal at all, but he’d still miss it. His mood was so low, he felt chilled, like the sun disappeared.

No, wait. He did actually feel cold, like someone was blocking out the sun. He looked up, and his jaw dropped as Henry started laughing beside him.

The black pegasus dove down, and for a moment Ricken thought that this was it, this was how he died, not in battle or of old age but from an extremely irate flying horse.

But it doesn’t swoop down to start biting or stomping either of them to death. Instead, it did something even more startling; It landed, gigantic wings folding neatly along its back, stalked up to Henry, and slowly lowered its head near his shoulder. Equally slowly, Henry reached up to stoke the bridge of her nose. The pegasus glanced over to Ricken, and gently nudged his shoulder with her snout.

It was strange, and incredible, and Ricken can’t help but to laugh too.

=

Henry did eventually take him on the ride, after Henry and Hemlock had even enough training to get the all clear from the other pegasus knights. It’s as terrifying as expected and only cements his decision to keep his feet firmly planted on the ground in the immediate future.

[radiant-nasir]

I wrote a thing for gen week! It’s about Nasir and Calill. I hope you like it :3 The skillmates series finally comes back from the dead...

[airlock]

… wan! Ewan! A voice calls out in the dark. Eyelids flicker in uncertainity, back and forth across slumber and conscience.

On the seconds that they lie open, they offer a glimpse of gentle, dim lighting. A longer peek reveals a wooden roof far above and a pair of hazel eyes, much closer, strained open in desperate concern.

“Ewan! Are you awake?!”

I’d been making plans for @fegenweek​ but depression has interfered heavily in executing them, whoops. I did manage to throttle this out today, so I guess I’’ll see if I have the motivation to go through with any of the others, late as though it may be!

if I do follow through -- and stick to the order, at that -- I suppose the next round would have to be a Tellius one! for now, though, here’s these two magic Magvel dorks