#fire emblem fanficiton

[lapinbunwrites]

Artwork one and two by Mawwy Mawwy

Artwork three, four, and five by @vellatra

Title: The Distance Between Us

Rating: Teen and Up, Gen

Warnings: Graphic Descriptions of Violence, Major Character Death

Fandom: Fire Emblem Path of Radiance/Radiant Dawn

Relationship: Ike & Mist, Mist & Titania, Mist & Rhys

Characters: Ike, Mist, Titania, Rhys

Additional Tags: During War, During Canon, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Morning

Word Account: 5,155

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Mist let out a breath, seeing it in the winter air, as she looked at the town in front of her. The town she was in was hustling and bustling and it brought a smile to her face. There were so many people here with their families playing games, eating food, and hanging it. Seeing the families spend time with each other, especially the siblings, made her jealous. She couldn’t even remember the last time her and Ike hung out with each other. The last time Mist could even remember it was before their father had died, but that was over three years ago. This wasn’t going to do, she needed to spend some time with her dear older brother. Whether he likes it or not, she was going to force him to spend some time with her and she knew exactly how to do it.

She slapped her face, reminding herself why she was in the town to begin with. She needed to pick up the ingredients to a certain medicine Rhys had wanted to make. Mist was on a mission, not only for the ingredients, she also wanted to see all the games her and Ike could play together. It was truly amazing to her that, even in the midst of a war, people still found the time to have fun and have a festival. It brought her so much joy to her heart. Maybe more days could be filled like these ones when the war was done.

Mist skipped around town, picking up everything Rhys needed. She felt pretty accomplished being able to hunt down everything he needed, even the rarer things. She wasn’t surprised to see him constantly overworking himself by healing their soldiers.

“Hello Rhys,” Mist greeted him, handing him the ingredients.

“Hello Mist!” Rhys chirped, taking them off of her hands. “I assume your trip into town was a safe one.”

“It was! It was really nice being able to see everyone being so lively,” she said, sitting right next to him to help him out with his patients.

“Wonderful!” He smiled, going over to his little desk. He took out a little mortar and pestle to grind up the medicine into a paste. “Was there anything there you got for yourself?”

“No,” she said, slowly wrapping the bandages around the soldier’s arm. “There are a few things that I want to get, but I don’t want to go back there alone.”

“Why’s that,” he asked, handing her the medicine.

Mist took the paste from him and walked over to another patient. She rubbed it all over the man’s arm, allowing it to set before banding him up. “There is this festival taking place there and I want to go with Ike.”

“That’s a wonderful idea!” He chirped again, helping her with her patient. “I bet he would love to go with his beloved younger sister.”

“Are you sure?” Mist asked, starting to feel the crushing loneliness setting in her body. After her father died, it was hard to get Ike to do anything with her and she felt a void take over her body. She felt like crap ever since then and it felt like it was never going to go away. “He has been so busy with war councils, training, and running our mercenary band, he has been all over the place.”

“I’m sure,” he reassured her, patting her head. “He may not be the most emotional man, or the most expressive unless you have meat, but he does care for you. He would do anything for you. I’m sure of it.”

“I want to believe you, I do,” she sighed, placing her hands on her knees. “But it just seems like he’s ignoring me.”

“Mist, go ask your brother or I will,” he glared at her.

“What about everyone here? You need help,” she said, getting up.

“I’ll be fine,” he reassured her, putting his hand on her shoulder to stop her.

“You’ve been at this all day. You need a break,” she reminded him, trying to pry his hand off of her. “I don’t want you to fall over in exhaustion again.”

“I will be fine. I have more healers coming to help me,” he said, pushing her out of the tent. “Now go ask your brother to spend some time with you.”

“Fine, fine,” she said, caving in.

Mist took one deep breath in and exhaled, she knew this was going to be a challenge to find Ike. He was always hard to track down; she knew he could be anywhere in camp. She walked around, and around, and around but he was nowhere to be found. Mist began to feel another void enter her body. It felt heavy, staticy, and it hurt her a lot. Could Rhys be right and that he truly wants to spend time with her? Or was she right and he was just trying to avoid her? The many thoughts that swirled her mind were giving her a headache.

She started to sniff, trying to hold back the tears she didn’t want to cry. She has cried too many tears the past three years and all she wanted to do was laugh, like the people in the town nearby. It hurt her that she couldn’t do that right now, or at all. Her brother was not being kind to her right now, she couldn’t find him at all.

Deciding to give up her search for him, she thought it would be best to go back to helping Rhys. Mist, stopping a few feet away from the medical tent, clutched her stomach. She could feel her stomach begin to burn; maybe coming back was a bad idea. Mist knew that if she didn’t come back with good news, Rhys was going to scold her again and she didn’t want that. She decided the best course of action was just going back to her own tent.

She fell right onto her cot, curling up under her blanket, the warmth was not helping her get rid of the emptiness that she felt throughout her body. Not even the tears that were strolling down her face weren’t helping, and they usually did, if for only a few days. Before she knew it, she was asleep in a groggy haze dream.

Mist could see herself reaching out towards an axe on a cliff, feeling the rain drop against her skin. She recognized that axe, she felt her heart sink when she recognized the person behind the weapon. It was her father. Her heart beat faster, and faster, and faster, trying to catch up with him as he turned his back to her. No matter how far she ran, no matter how fast she went, she could never reach him. Before long, he vanished in thin air, unable to hug him one last time.

Then she felt her body chuck her somewhere else, into a field full of flowers and grass. She could feel the breeze violently move her hair and dress around. Between trying to move her hair out of her face, and looking around, she was able to find Ike standing a few feet in front of her. For only a few seconds she felt a great sense of relief, but it slipped away when he turned around and started to walk away.

He was getting further and further away from her and she couldn’t keep up with him. Mist cried out his name but she was getting no response. By the time she was able to catch up with him, he disappeared, leaving her behind. She could see herself picking up the Ragnell and holding it close to her body as she fell to the ground to cry.

“Mist,” a low voice called out to her, lulling her out of her sleep. “Mist wake up.”

“Ike,” she groggily said, rolling over to her side to face him. “Ike!”

She sprung into his arms, holding tightly as she began to cry.

“Mist, what’s wrong?” Ike asked, wrapping his arms around her body. “What’s wrong?”

“Ike!” She cried out. “I’m so happy you’re alive!”

“Of course I’m alive,” he sighed, pushing her back. He took his hand, wiping the tears off of her face. “I have too many people depending on me to end this war.”

“Including me,” she cried, clutching onto him.

“Mist please,” he groaned, trying to pry her off of him. “If you don’t tell me what’s going on, I can’t help you.”

“It’s-It’s because you won’t spend time with me,” Mist said, slowly breathing. “You’ve been avoiding me lately.”

“I’m sorry Mist,” he sighed, helping her clean up her face. “This is to be expected in a war. It’s not like I don’t want to spend time with you, I have other pressing matters to deal with.”

“Ike,” she softly said, moving away from him. She laid down on her cot, her back facing her brother. “Then go, I will be by myself then.”

“Stop it Mist,” he said, shaking her body.

“If you want to make it up to me, you can take me to the festival that’s happening in the town next to our camp,” she pouted, not even fending him off.

“You know I can’t do that,” he reminded her, stopping what he was doing.

“Then go, I don’t want to spend time with you then,” she said, coldly.

“Fine,” he sighed as he left her tent.

Mist glanced over her shoulder, watching him leave. What a brother she had.

She closed her eyes, hoping that this next dream won’t be the same as the last couple. She was all wrong. It was the same dream she had, Greil and Ike both leaving her.

What was unlike Mist, she avoided Ike whenever she could. It didn’t go unnoticed, most of everyone became concerned about it.

“Mist,” Titania said softly, taking a hold of her arm.

“Yes, Titania?” Mist asked, turning around to face her.

“Is everything alright?” Titania asked, letting go of Mist.

“Yes. Why wouldn’t I be?” Mist asked, curling her lips.

“I’ve noticed that you have been avoiding Ike lately,” Titania sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“I have not,” Mist huffed, trying to storm off.

“You are a bad liar,” Titania said, stopping her.

“I am not!” Mist said, moving her feet, but unable to move anywhere with the second-in-command’s grip held tightly on her.

“You are. You get all huffy when you are hiding something,” Titania rolled her eyes before getting Mist to face her. “What is really going on?”

Mist took one deep breath. She didn’t know how Titania knew saw right through her, but she isn’t surprised. They have known each other for years. Mist looked up into her green eyes before looking at the grass beneath them.

“Mist, it’s okay, I won’t judge this for this,” Titania said, placing her hand on Mist’s chin to look her in the eye.

“It’s, it’s because,” Mist said, beginning to fidget with her clothes. “It’s because Ike won’t go with me to the festival close by. Something to do with being a commander.”

Titania chuckled a little. If she could choose, she would much rather deal with a sibling squabble than dealing with this war. “He’s always been thick headed.”

“He has, and he doesn’t want to spend any time with me,” Mist vented, kicking the grass. “He hasn’t for a while.”

“There is a way to get him to spend time with you,” Titania smirked, putting her hand on her hip.

“What way is that?” Mist gasped, clutching her clothes.

“Beat him in a training match,” Titania said, placing her hand on Mist’s head, and ruffling her hair.

“You know that’s not going to work,” Mist pouted, moving Titania’s hand off of her head. “He is already years ahead of me and he trains relentlessly.”

“If you keep talking like that, you won’t get anywhere,” Titania scoffed, squishing Mist’s face. “Plus you’re not half bad with a sword. You just need some refinement and I can help you with that.”

“Really?!” Mist asked, her voice becoming higher.

“Yes, really,” Titania smiled, releasing her face. “Just meet me in the training grounds in a few hours and we can train for a little bit.”

Mist nodded and watched Titania walk off. She went back to her tent to grab her sword, but was unable to find it. She rushed around camp trying to find it, but with no luck. This was just as frustrating as trying to get her brother to spend time with her. Mist whined a little as she took her training sword instead. Her breath was heavy when she saw Titania stand in the middle of the training grounds, flailing her axe around in the air.

“I’m here,” Mist said, interrupting Titania’s training.

“Hello Mist,” Titania greeted, moving her arm to her side. “Ready to train?”

“Yes, ma’am!” Mist said excitedly.

“First you will need to stretch,” Titania said, ruffling Mist’s hair again.

“Right! I always make sure to have everyone else stretch so it won’t be a good idea if I didn’t,” Mist laughed, getting on the ground.

Once Mist was finished with stretching, Titania showed her how to hold a sword properly. They started with basic techniques, slowly moving to some lighthearted training against each other. They practiced a lot in the day, and a lot more throughout the week. With the amount of training Mist did, she felt confident that she could take on Ike and at least land one blow on him.

“Ike! Ike!” Mist called out.

“What is it Mist?” Ike asked, walking out of his tent.

“I challenge you!” Mist chirped, holding out her training sword.

“What? Why are you acting like Mia all of a sudden?” He asked, moving her sword out of his face.

“No, I’ve just been training a lot,” she smiled, clutching her sword.

“Oh, so you want to train with me now. Are you sure about that? Dad didn’t exactly go easy on me,” Ike smiled, warmth swelling in his heart.

“Yes, but on one condition!” Mist smirked, putting her hands on his arm.

“What would that be?” Ike sighed, as she tugged him.

“If I win, we will go to that festival in town,” she said, unable to make her brother move.

“Mist, I told you I don’t have time for that,” he groaned, feeling her trying to push him.

“If you have time to train, you have time for fun,” she whined, still not being able to budge him.

“Mist, training is important because we are in a war,” he reminded her, taking a hold of her. “The stronger I can get, the better.”

“So is relaxing,” she said, hitting his leg with her fist. “It won’t mean much if you overwork yourself. You can die that way.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ike sighed, dropping her on the ground. “Fine, I will train with you and if you win, I’ll go with you to the festival.”

Mist laughed, kicking his leg in return for dropping her. She followed behind him as they walked to the training grounds. She held up her sword, positioning herself in a normal myrmidon stance. She smirked as she looked at her brother, who seemed a little impressed with her. It was all she needed to feel the fire igniting in her body. She knew she would be able to beat her brother. She knew all his tricks from watching him train with their father.

She waited as long as she could, hoping her brother would be bull-headed and rushed her first. She dodged his attacks as much as she could, he was unrelenting. It was becoming hard to fend him off, she was unable to even land a blow on him before her sword slipped out of her hands. Mist let out a sigh as she fell to her knees, feeling a pit in her stomach. There were many things she thought of that began to fry her brain.

“I won Mist,” Ike said, reaching his hand down towards her.

Mist swiped his hand away from her, not saying a word.

“Mist, why are you acting like a child?” He whined.

“Why do you care?” She mumbled, turning away from him, and clutching her knees close to her chest. “You haven’t cared before. Why start now?”

Ike pinched the bridge of his nose before walking away. “Whatever. When you are done acting like this, you know where to find me.”

Mist peered over her shoulder, watching him leave. Remembering her dream, she reached out for his arm, stopping him in his tracks.

“Mist?” Ike asked, looking down at her.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” she said, letting go of him.

Mist felt her heart wrench when she watched her brother shake his head and walk away. It was almost as she was being thrusted back into one of her nightmares. The feeling of the breeze in her hair, the smell of the nice flowers, and the grass swaying around her. She only wished it could rain, it was more befitting than her starting to hate such beautiful scenery. Tinted with the somber hues of orange, purple, blue, and white only to be undercutted by the crisp breeze that carried a faint smokiness through the air.

The worst part about this whole ordeal was that Ike is right. He was way too busy with the war, commanding an army, making war plans, confirming war plans with Soren and Titania, carrying out missions and many more things. Why would he have time for her selfish request and going to a festival with her. She knew it was better just to spend time with him the way she has been for the past three years. Her priority, much like her older brother’s, should be ending the war and she needed to be okay with that.

Mist finally got up off the ground, taking her time to get to her tent. Her eyes grew dim when she approached the mess hall that was illuminated by the candles in the midnight sky. The appetite she worked up trying to beat Ike, and crying over him, she lost when she looked at the building. She knew it was a bad idea to go to bed hungry, but she would rather not be near people, especially her own brother. She knew only more heartache was going to creep into her already broken soul.

She wiped the last of her tears off of her face as she entered her tent. Through the heavy heaving, she smushed her body whole into her cot. Mist wishes she could enjoy the nice warmth of her thick blanket, but not with what's been happening lately. She always told herself that a nice warm sleep was deserved after a joyous and kind day, but she didn’t deserve this, especially not after the past week has been going.

She wished her father was alive, he was always able to get Ike to spend time with her. That was so long ago and they were children, it wouldn’t work now. Not with Greil dead and gone. Thinking about her father, she sniffed herself into a deep sleep. Her nightmares didn’t let up, they were just as bad as before. Mist couldn’t believe what she was seeing, the battlefield was covered in fire. She placed her hands over her nose to cover the stench of the decomposing bodies.

Standing before her was Ike. She watched as her arm reached out towards him as he rushed someone. Her eyes began to water when he was struck down, falling into her arms. He was wrapped in her arms, letting out his breath. Her tears falling onto his lifeless body.

Mist twisted and turned, patting the ground around her. She had latched onto something weirdly portioned, something that was hard as a rock. She didn’t care very much, she just held it as tightly as she could. Only after hearing a grumble that followed with the person shaking her off.

“Mist,” Ike grumbled, prying her off of his arm. “Get off of me.”

“Ike,” she murmured, letting go of his arm. “Where…am I?”

“You’re in my tent,” he replied, pushing her away. “Why are you here?”

“I don’t know,” she said, rapidly blinking. “I was in my tent when I fell asleep.”

“I need you to leave,” he sighed, rolling his eyes.

“No!” Mist chirped, attaching herself to his arm again.

“Mist! Stop this!” Ike groaned, trying to pry her off again.

“No! I’m not leaving!” She said, tightening her grip.

“How is your grip so strong?” He asked, giving up. “Why are you acting like this?”

“Not any of your business,” she mumbled.

“It is my business, you’re my little sister,” he said, hitting her on the head with his free hand.

“It doesn’t feel like it is,” she sighed, loosening her grip on him. “You’ve been ignoring me for a while. Ever since dad died, you really haven’t cared.”

“Mist,” Ike softly said, putting his palm on the top of her head.

She let him go and as she began to leave, he held onto her. “Let go of me.”

“No.” He sighed, pulling her closer to him. “I’m sorry Mist, I didn’t mean to make you feel like that.”

“I know,” she pouted, prying his fingers off of her. “I just miss spending time with my brother.”

“I know you do,” he softly said, letting go of her. “How about we go to that festival then?”

“Really?” Mist asked, her face lighting up.

“Yes really,” Ike smiled. “Now go get ready.”

She nodded her head and rushed out of his tent. She quickly cleaned herself up and grabbed a few things before meeting up with her brother again. It was mostly a quiet walk to the next town over. She bounced up and down, letting a little gasp, as she saw the many people that were here. Mist smiled, grabbing Ike’s arm as she dragged him further into the town.

There were so many things that they could do, she couldn’t decide. Luckily for her, her brother already knew what to do. Not that she was surprised that he went straight to eating some meat. She laughed a little, there was nothing new with Ike inhaling his food. Mist looked around, trying to find something they could do together. She was a little surprised there weren’t very many games they could play. The more surprising thing to her was that everything was food related. It was baffling to her that this town was able to have all this food during a war.

She shook her head, trying not to think of the logistics of it. Mist was just happy that people were able to eat and have fun. She turned her attention back to her brother, who was chowing down on some kind of meat dish, with it all over his face. She laughed, handing him a napkin.

“Why haven’t you gotten anything to eat?” Ike asked, taking the napkin.

“I’m not really all that hungry right now,” Mist smiled. “Plus, I need to keep my appetite. It looks like we are at a food festival.”

She laughed even more when she watched her brother’s face light up, wondering why he didn’t decide to come sooner.

“I better finish this then,” he said, inhaling his food.

“You need to chew first!” She gasped. “I don’t need you to choke on your food!”

He nodded, slowing down his chewing.

“Seriously, if I weren’t around, you would be dead by now just eating your food,” she sighed, shaking her head.

“Whatever,” he laughed, finishing up his food. “We better get going.”

Mist nodded as she got up from her seat. She walked with him around the town, looking at all the yummy desserts that they were passing by. She couldn’t choose what to get. There were coffee cakes, cream cheese cakes, coffee eclairs, strawberry shortcakes, chocolate mousse, and so many other things. She was drooling when she stared longingly at the food. Mist could hear her brother laugh.

“If there is something you want to eat, I’ll get it for you,” Ike smiled, patting her head.

“No, no,” she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I still need to make space in my stomach.”

“How are you related to me?” Ike laughed. “I thought you would have a big stomach like me.”

“Thankfully, I’m not you,” Mist teased, turning to face him. “I actually appreciate the food I eat.”

“I appreciate the food I inhale,” he scoffed, playfully hitting her shoulder. “Why do you think I shove it down so fast?”

“If this war doesn’t kill you, you eating will,” she laughed.

“Ah, that would be the life,” Ike smiled. “Let’s keep walking, you want to work up that appetite don’t you?”

Mist nodded, following him around. She smiled as she watched everyone be like her brother, quickly eating their food while they laughed and told stories. It brought her relief that people were still able to have fun right now. If this meant anything, it meant she needed to end this war faster so they could have many more days like this. She shook her head as she looked back up to her brother who had the dopest look on his face. He found a little area where a small group of people were holding a little sword competition. She could tell he was giddy. Mist gestured for him to go over, and without a second thought, Ike rushed over.

She watched her brother have fun beating everyone that fought him. He didn’t even break a sweat when he battled against anyone. Not that she is surprised by it, his training was insane. Everyone was impressed by his skill; they even asked him to give them some pointers on how to train and use their sword. Deep down, it made her so happy that he was actually enjoying himself and being able to relax for once. She could tell he was a lot less stressed than he usually was at camp.

“Hey Mist,” Ike said, stretching his arms.

“You had fun playing with everyone?” She chuckled, walking up to him.

“I did,” he smiled, meeting her half way. “Are you hungry yet? I think I am hungrier than ever right now.”

“I mean you just went up against ten people and helped them train,” she said, poking his face. “You usually get hungry afterwards. I would be concerned if you didn’t.”

“You know me so well,” he agreed, fending off her finger. “But you still haven’t eaten yourself, I’m getting concerned.”

“Yeah, I think I’m getting hungry,” she smiled, persistent on her poking.

“Will stop that,” he groaned a little, grabbing her hand.

“Let’s go around to get something to eat,” she laughed as he let her hand go.

“Onwards,” he gestured for her to lead the way.

She looked around, seeing that the town was starting to wind down a little bit. It also looked like some people were starting to gather around the food stalls. She rushed around, trying to find something that would be filling and she could carry around. She smiled as she came across a stall with nothing but potatoes. She gave the vendor two gold to get twenty mini potato pancakes with a couple of other vegetables.

Mist let out a little gasp as she tasted the potato goodness. The butter tied into the wonderful taste of the salt, pepper, and other spices and herbs the person cooked it with. The other vegetables that went with it, helped it so much more. She waved at Ike to come try it along with his other meat dish.

“Taste this,” Mist demanded, shoving the potato into his mouth.

“Mist-” He said as he bit into the little snack. Without a second thought, he grabbed another and another. “This is so good. I think this is better than what Oscar can make.”

“You better hope that he never hears that,” she laughed, handing him another piece. “You know how much he likes hearing your compliments.”

“Do me a favor, never tell him that,” he said, choking on his food.

“Don’t worry, they will never come out of these lips,” she smiled, eating a little more. “Just make sure you tell him you appreciate what he makes.”

“You know I will,” he said, coughing up his food. “Anyway, what do you think is going on over there?”

“I have no idea,” she said, looking back at the people in town. There were even more crowding the stalls. She thought the town was winding down. “We should go see.”

“Right,” Ike nodded, following her.

They then realized that everyone was gathered around certain areas, it was because of a taste testing contest. Mist laughed loudly when she saw Ike was beside himself. He looked like a child in a candy store. When they walked around, she grabbed any dessert she laid eyes on. It broke her heart when she was dragged somewhere else by her brother.

It was unsurprising that he found an area that had taste testing for people making ribs. It was his favorite food after all. She sighed before smiling when Ike handed her different types of ribs. She kept to herself how she really felt about them, she really wasn’t impressed by the taste. It was a bit bland, the sauce wasn’t really helping to cover it up, and the meat was a bit chewy. Mist didn’t mind too much, whatever she had leftover she would give to Ike and it made him so happy.

By the end of the night, she could feel her stomach overflowing with food. She knew she would be able to sleep easy tonight. She could also tell her own brother was getting sleepy from the amount of food he ate. It almost looked like he would fall to the ground and just sleep there.

“Hey Mist,” Ike murmured out, holding onto his sister.

“Yeah?” Mist asked, holding her brother.

“Here, I have this for you,” he smiled, handing her a cup full of chocolate mousse.

“No way!” She gasped, letting go of him to grab the dessert. “When did you get this?”

“When we were at the corner with the ribs,” he said, falling to the ground. “I snuck a way for a few minutes to grab you some. Sorry if the freshness isn’t the greatest.”

“It tastes amazing,” she laughed, bending down to the ground to pat his back. “Thank you.”

“Good,” he smiled, trying to get off the ground.

Mist put his arm around her shoulder, helping him get back to camp and into his tent. He was out as soon as they got back. She rested next to him, and for the first time in weeks, she didn’t have a nightmare when she went to bed.

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So I got to participate in @telliusbigbang and got to write for one of my fave dynamics, sibling bonds! I wrote about Ike and Mist trying to bond together but Mist failing most of the time but happy that she was finally able to! She is having a time to say the least. It was also very fun to work with both Vellatra and Mawwy Mawwy who drew the cute art that went with this fic!

[queenlua]

because of Reasons*, i decided i needed to learn a bunch about Martin Luther, & also the protestant reformation more generally

* it's for fire emblem fanficiton

and i gotta have something to listen to during the ~3hrs a week i spend commuting anyway

thus: i downloaded every random podcast episode i could find with "Martin Luther" in the title

perhaps unsurprisingly, the vast majority of these podcasts are done by various pastors

which means i am fast forming snap judgments about the intellectual/historiographical prowess of the various denominations:

secular (??? didn't name any affiliation, at least) oxford professor chick: loved her. particularly liked when she was talking about Luther with a feminist/gender-y lens. lots of great shit here

non-denominational christian: excellent episode; this pastor's clearly read some books and doesn't talk down to his audience. i enjoyed him so much i went to go check out his online presence and... found a bunch of hysterical anti-trans shit. SIGH. which christian denominations are trans-friendly nowadays anyway. hat-tip to them, if they exist, and otherwise man fuck those guys

baptist: predictably banal, sanitized, not particularly accurate. god these dudes must've fuckin ruled during the Great Awakening but unfortunately nowadays i must categorize them as: Intellectual Lightweights

anyway i'll be updating this post as my silly journey continues

[sakumosowainthirst]

Chapters: 2/4 Fandom: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: My Unit | Byleth/Claude von Riegan Characters: My Unit | Byleth, Claude von Riegan, Hilda Valentine Goneril Additional Tags: Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, inspired by a song, Depression, Pining, Fire Emblem: Three Houses Spoilers

[ditzydesu]

Good Morning- Chapter 9

"What?"

"She's totally into you."

"What?"

"I said, she's tot-"

"No, I heard you."

Ao3 / ffnet

[oops-i-wrote-it]

Eagles and Robins Ch14: By Her blood

“It pains me to assign such a disturbing mission to you during such a blessed moment in time.” Seteth sighed. Over the past few days, Bel had been practically glowing. She had even teased Byleth once or twice about her class’s victory at the battle. It wasn’t until now that it seemed to fade, and Robin watched her swallow. Bel was being assigned to travel to a nearby village named Remire to investigate the villagers’ unusual behaviour. It felt odd to be assigned different missions, but the remaining two classes were to travel to the nearby villages and check it hadn’t spread any further, Robin supposed it wasn’t too different after all. Though the matter was grim, Robin was looking forward to getting his students to experience the life of a commoner, and to help them become more independent. He had been happy to listen to Dorothea’s rants many a time, and while camping between missions helped, he needed these students to get some real-world, hands-on experience.

Grima had stirred when Manuela and Shamir were discussing the symptoms with the professors and Jeralt.

 What is it?

 No, I would not want to jump to such a conclusion.

 What conclusion?

“It’s either a mixture of poisons, or magic… and dark magic, at that.” Manuela’s stance wasn’t its usual practised pose she seemed to drift about the halls with. Her shoulders were locked, and her knuckles were white as she clasped her hands together. Robin frowned at the mention of dark magic.

“Not standard dark magic either, I’m guessing.” Robin frantically tried to calm himself. There was no way anyone other than he or Morgan had any access to Grima’s power.

“No, this is certainly unusual.”

“My children and I owe the people of Remire village. If something’s happening there, we must help them.” Jeralt set his jaw.

“I can have my class take up the Golden Deer mission if you want to go with Bel and your father.” Robin offered, Byleth shook his head.

“I’ll be staying with them for the first day, then splitting off later.” Byleth spoke. “Thank you, Robin.”

“If you like, I’m sure I could accompany you to the village Byleth… after all, I owe you my life.” Manuela’s flirty drawl made its return. Robin was grateful she had stopped attempting to use her charms on him after he mentioned Chrom and Lissa… unfortunately that meant the Eisners had the full force of her flirting.

“Thank you, Manuela. But I am confident that we are more than capable of handling this.” Byleth nodded, face blank as ever. Robin wondered if he picked up on her attempts to woo him sometimes.

“If that’s all in order…” Robin eagerly steered the subject away, Jeralt’s scowl relaxed.

“Yes, of course. If you’ll excuse me, goodbye Jeralt, goodbye professor…” Manuela smiled as she turned to Robin, and sighed. “Such a shame you’re married, you know. You’re quite the specimen of a man.”

“I hope to be quite the specimen of a professor if I’m going to be of any use this month.” Robin deflected while Manuela tested his joints, his reactions, pressed his wounds… everything was in working order. Even his black eye had gone down. Robin stepped out of the infirmary beaming, Morgan was waiting outside for him. He laughed and picked her up in a hug, spinning her around.

“You’re cleared for service?” She beamed.

“I am! Now, go get your brother, it’s high time I trained with both of you.”

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[missmarquin]

Ikea Problems (FE3H, Sylvix)

Sylvain can do a lot of things.

Building Ikea furniture isn't one of them.

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Modern AU | Drabble | 260 Words

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Sylvain’s bad at a lot of things, but this one takes the cake.

Felix is sprawled along the couch, trying to read the most recent BUDK Sword Catalog . Sylvain’s making too much noise though, heavily sighing what seems like every thirty seconds, and it’s incredibly annoying.

If he’s going to be loud, at the least, he could be at least hammering something. It’s been over an hour, since Sylvain cracked open the IKEA box, and the book case is still only a pile of screws and shelves. Felix watches as Sylvain leans over the instructions, brows wrinkled and tongue sticking out and concentration.

“It’s like this is a different language,” he finally says. “I mean, isn’t the the thing? Now one can figure this shit out because it’s Swedish or something?”

Felix watches him for another long moment, as Sylvain swaps from the instructions to the parts, trying to figure out what is what before he decides to step in, because he knows if he doesn’t the shelf will never get built, and that’d be a waist of one hundred bucks.

Felix quietly closes his catalog before padding over to Sylvain. He leans over his shoulder, eyes narrowing as he reads over the instructions and Oh hell--

Felix sighs before reaching out to flip the directions the right side up. Then he pats Sylvain’s shoulder, kisses the side of his face and goes back to the couch.

Sylvain reads over the instructions again, mouth falling open before his head snaps up and-- “Wait, I thought this was a bed frame.”

[cursed-fanfic-tags]

“no beta we die like Glenn”

Archive of Our Own, October 21, 2019. Fire Emblem tags.

[kaleidodreams]

Author Meme

Taken from here.

Author name: Heavenly Pearl at ff.net, Heavenly_Pearl at AO3. (Just a slight difference!)

Fandoms you write for: Actively? Yuri!! On Ice, Sailor Moon, Kaleido Star...and maybe I would count Fruits Basket? (It’s been almost a year since I’ve posted a FB story, but I think that’s recent enough.) I’ve written for Harry Potter, Card Captor Sakura, Princess Tutu, Someday’s Dreamers, Super GALS, and Fire Emblem in the past.

Where you post: AO3 and Fanfiction.net

Most popular one shot: I never know how to judge popularity... Uh, let’s just go by kudos and favorites. In that case, Midnight Magic (Card Captor Sakura) has the most kudos on AO3 and The Night Before (Sailor Moon) has the most favorites at FF.net.

Most popular multi-chapter: Huh, there’s a consensus between AO3 and FF.net on this one: No Longer Alone (Kaleido Star) has the most kudos and the most favorites. 

Favourite story you wrote: Argh, this is impossible! Um, I guess To Be By Your Side (Sailor Moon), if I have to pick?

Story you were nervous to post: I would say it’s probably a tie between Friends With Benefits (Kaleido Star) and Head of the Class (Sailor Moon), just because they’re so much more explicit than my other stories.

How do you choose your titles: I don’t really have a specific technique or anything like that to choosing titles. Sometimes a title will come to me right away; other times WIPs will be called stuff like “Emil Sara Story” or “Secret Santa” until almost posting time. Head of the Class from the previous question does remind me of a funny story, though. Originally it was called “Extra Credit”, but I ended up cutting the piece of dialogue that title referred to, meaning it no longer made sense, so I went through several school-related titles until I landed on “Head of the Class”. However, it was only AFTER I posted the story that I realized the inadvertent pun I had made -- it’s a fic about Mamoru, um, giving Usagi head -- and I think I cracked up for like five minutes when it hit me.

Do you outline: If you consider screenwriting a form of outlining... But, no, not the traditional outline.

Complete: Everything that’s already posted except for Friends With Benefits.

In progress: Friends With Benefits (Kaleido Star), The Bonds We Choose (Yuri!! On Ice), Metamorphosis (Sailor Moon), and Stolen Dreams (Sailor Moon). Also, a Secret Santa fic I can’t talk about right now.

Coming soon: The aforementioned Secret Santa fic and a Yuri!! On Ice Christmas story with probably the rarest pairing EVER, because that’s just how I roll, apparently. They’ll both be posted this month.

Do you accept prompts: No, not really.

Upcoming story you are most excited to write: I was pretty excited to work on the sequel to Friends With Benefits, but considering the Kaleido Star fandom is pretty much dead and there doesn’t seem to be much interest in FWB, I probably won’t end up writing it... 

Tagging anybody who feels like doing this!

[broomballkraken]

Title: Snow

Fandom: Fire Emblem Awakening

Pairing: Gregor/Cordelia

Word count: 1145

Warnings: None

Summary: Even during this time of sorrow, Gregor couldn't help but think of how beautiful Cordelia looked standing in the lightly falling snow.

Written for @ferarepair-week 2k18

The mood inside Castle Ferox was colder than the current outside temperature, which was saying a lot as the sky was dumping a rather large amount of snow on the ground in large, slowly drifting flakes. Gregor was certainly not surprised by this, given the recent grim events, and a deep sigh escaped from him as he ventured outside. The loss of Ylisse's exalt had hit everyone hard, even those who were not Ylissian citizens. Chrom and Lissa in particular were having a terrible time, for obvious reasons. Gregor knew what it was like to lose a sibling, and it still hurt to think about to this day. It would take the two royals some time to heal.

Gregor aimlessly wandered the courtyards of the castle for a while, until he came upon a beautiful sight. Cordelia's gorgeous red hair stood out among the snow flowing around her as she leaned against a railing. Gregor could have stopped and watched her for hours, but the silent tears that streaked down her face prompted his legs to carry him in her direction.

He still felt like he was living in a dream world, ever since she confessed her feelings for him. Never in a million years did he think that she would ever feel the same about him as he did her. Yet here they were, in the early stages of a wonderful relationship, and Gregor felt like he was the luckiest man in the world. Seeing her looking so sad made his heart hurt, and he wanted so badly to just be able to take her pain away.

“Cordelia.” he said in a soft voice when he approached her. He saw her flinch and reach up to wipe her face, but when she turned and saw who had spoken to her, she lowered her hand and let her tears continue to fall. Gregor was glad that she didn't feel the need to hide her feelings around him, and he gave her a sad smile as he wrapped his arms gently around her.

“G-Gregor, I...” Cordelia started, her voice shaky. She then dug her fingers into the front of his shirt and buried her face in his chest, breaking down into heavy sobs. Gregor was silent as she let her cry, and he ran a hand through her hair and used his other hand to rub her back, hoping the gentle motion would help her to calm down. She had lost so many important people in such a short amount of time. First, her fellow pegasus knights, and now Phila, her mentor and good friend, had fallen in the same battle as Exalt Emmeryn. Gregor could practically feel the sorrow coming off of her in waves, and it broke his heart.

A few minutes dragged by, and Cordelia's sobs finally slowed. She took a few deep breaths and exhaled slowly each time. She finally pulled away from Gregor and her eyes met his as he reached up and wiped the tears from her cheeks with his thumb.

“Gregor is so sorry his love is hurting so. Wishes he could make her feel better sooner.” he said, gently stroking Cordelia's cheek with the back of his hand. She sighed wearily as she leaned her face into his touch.

“I-I appreciate it, Gregor. Just having you here makes me feel a bit better.” Cordelia said, managing a small smile. It was a brief smile, however, and it fell from her face as her grip tightened on Gregor's shirt and her gaze shifted to the ground.

“Does...Does it ever stop hurting? I'm just...so scared of losing anyone else I care about to this senseless war. What if Sumia is next? Or...you?” she whispered, taking a deep, shaky breath. Gregor frowned and wanted to lie to her, to say that yes, all the pain would go away eventually. From his own experiences, however, he knew that it wasn't true. The pain from the loss of his family still stung, even after all these years. He cupped her face with his hands and leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. He knew one thing for sure; he was determined to not let death claim him for a long, long time. He had too many memories still to make with the love of his life.

“From Gregor's own journey through life, he can say that the pain not ever fully leave.” he said as he pressed his forehead against hers. Cordelia finally looked back up and locked her eyes with his. “But the pain will lessen with time. It still hurt Gregor a bit to think about lost family. But, he know that they are always watching him and cheering him on through life. It will be same for Cordelia as well. This Gregor can guarantee. And he will always be here for his Cordelia, to make her smile and laugh and dry her tears. Death will not take this silly old man until he ready to go, and that not be for a long, long time yet.” he continued. Cordelia listened to him quietly, and when he finished speaking, a bright smile spread across her face that made Gregor's heart leap.

“Thank you so much, Gregor. For everything. I love you.” she said, pressing her lips to his. Gregor smiled against her lips and deepened the kiss, pulling away as Cordelia giggled sheepishly.

“Gregor loves Cordelia too. So, so much. He always be by her side to help her through hard times. Never forget that.” he said, taking her hand in his and lacing their fingers together.

“I know. I'm here for you too, you know.” she said, giving his hand a squeeze.

“Hehe, Gregor know this. His Cordelia is best listener. Never fails to cheer this old man up when he sad.” he said, letting out a deep chuckle. Cordelia laughed along with him, and she gasped when a gust of wind blew passed them, stirring up the snow at their feet and causing Cordelia to visibly shiver.

“Cordelia look so beautiful in the snowy weather, but may be good idea to venture inside now, eh? Gregor not want his love to catch cold.” he said, pressing his hands to her cheeks that were rosy red from a combination of her crying and the biting wind.

“Good idea. Maybe we can find some tea to warm us up.” Cordelia said.

“Ah yes, tea is most helpful in getting rid of the coldness. Gregor think that cuddles with his love would also help out greatly.” Gregor said, winking mischievously at Cordelia, who responded by giggling.

“Yeah, I think that could also work.” she said as they began walking hand-in-hand back to the castle to warm their cold bodies, and with a warmth in their hearts that could not be diminished by even the worst winter storm.

[fairylightwriter]

Commission/Trade- FE:A GaiusxFem!Robin Fluff

This was a commission from @thehollowedvocaloid, who asked for Fem!Robin x Gaius fluff in exchange for artwork! 

Commission Info/Donate/Ko-Fi

Peacetime had come, ever since the defeat of Grima. Gaius lived happily with his wife Robin in a tiny little home, who had picked up the art of baking and frequently made her husband sweets or candy, and he repaid with kisses and occasionally, he’d make something for her, too.

While Robin’s candy making skills weren’t top notch, she’d still make the effort

Life was perfect. Gaius had a (slightly) honest job in the markets, Robin was a top tactician of Ylisse royalty, and at the end of long and hard days, they could find solace in each others arms.

Well, things were nearly perfect….

Because she was the vessel of Grima, even after he was gone, Robin was haunted by night tremors and awful visions of the dragon. At night, in Gaius’s arms, she’d jump and tremble in her sleep, sometimes waking her husband, and causing concern in him as he helped her stop shaking and head back to sleep. It pressed on the back of his mind, and it worried him. He didn’t know what she dreamed of, what made her tremble in fear and shake until she was nearly in tears...

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One night, after a particularly long day where Robin’s strategy meeting had to be put on hold because of Chrom’s sickness, and a tiring market shopping for groceries, Robin stumbled into their cozy home, tired as could be.

“Sorry, Gaius, I don’t think there’s going to be baking tonight…” She yawns. “I’m so… exhausted.”

He smirks. “Well, if there’s no baking tonight, at least let me have some of YOUR sugar, Bubbles.”

Robin’s face turns red at his innuendo. “G-Gaius!”

He laughs. “No, not that. I just want a cuddle, that’s all.”

Robin relaxes as she realizes his true intent. “O-oh… Of course, I’ll give you a cuddle. I missed you, after all.” She goes over and wraps his arms around him, breathing in the familiar scent of sugar. She used to hate it, but now she’s endeared by it, and it comforts her after a long and frustrating day, where she just wants to pull hair out of her pigtails, or at night… when the visions came, and she trembled and cried out….

..He’d be there, with his sugary scent and strong arms, to hold her and  assure her that she was okay, that she was safe, and it was all over. She’d bury herself into his chest, and be embarrassed when she found his heart was racing. Perhaps, being so close to her did that. And he enjoyed every moment of being Robin’s husband.

“Gaius…” She whined, hugging him tighter.

“Alright, alright. I’ll carry you.” He grabs her legs and lifts her up, holds her close as she cuddles into his chest.

“So warm…” she murmurs sleepily, and then actually drops off in her husband’s arms, who silently lchuckles..

He sits down on the couch and cradles his sleeping wife for a couple hours well into the night, and it’s about midnight, when she begins to tremble.

No…. no!

Gaius looks at her with alarm, and begins to shush softly. Please be okay, Bubbles.

We’re one and the same, The damned dragon is speaking to her again.

You are a monster. You will destroy. I will come back.

No.. no! I’m not! I’m nothing like you!

I’ll come back. You’re nothing but a ticking time bomb.

No, I’m not! Stop, Stop!

MonstermonstermonstermonstermonstermonstermonstermonstermonstermonstermonstermonsterMONSTER

And all of a sudden, Robin screams, opening her eyes and thrashing about.

“N-No!”

She’s breathing heavily, hyperventilating, almost. She’s so frightened, and Gaius can tell that, and he just begins to rock her and cradle her while she’s having her panic attack, trying to soothe her in any way he can.

Eventually, her breathing returns to normal, and she looks at Gaius, tears running down her face, and hugs him.

“It was horrible, Gaius, horrible,” She babbles, unable to stop the tears. “It was Grima, saying we were one and the same, saying all sorts of horrible things, and, and… It was so terrribleeeee!” She sobs like a child in her husband’s arms, who looks at her, and his heart breaks.

She continues to sob, the sugary sent of her husband slowly calming her down.

“Robin. Listen. Hey.” Gaius says, looking at her.

Robin looks up with her glistening eyes, puzzled.

“You’re not like that damn demon. Not at all. I don’t give two shits about what that thing thinks. You’re not like it at all. You’re kind, and lovin’, and sweet. You try your best for everyone, no matter what. You’re not like it at all. It’s killed people. Ended worlds. You’re not like that at all…” Gaius wipes a tear from her cheek. “Don’t be afraid anymore. That damn things got nothing on you,” he winks.

Robin smiles slightly and nods. “Y-you’re right…. I am me, not Grima..” She nestles into his chest again, more calm than before.

The two stay like that, silent and breathing, until Gaius takes a breath.

“I love you, Bub- Robin.”

Robin giggles. “Try again.”

“ I love you, Robin…” He leans down, cheese ablush, and gives her a soft, sugar tinged kiss, soft and sweet.

“I love you too, Gaius,” the white haired woman whispered back.

And the two stayed there in each others embrace, long throughout the night.

[lapinbunwrites]

Title: A Night in the Woods

Rating: Gen

Warnings: None

Fandom: Fire Emblem Three Houses

Relationships: Rodrigue Achille Fraldarius & Glenn Govan Fraldarius, Rodrigue Achille Fraldarius & Felix Hugo Fraldarius, Glenn Govan Fraldarius & Felix Hugo Fraldarius

Characters: Rodrigue Achille Fraldarius, Glenn Govan Fraldarius, Felix Hugo Fraldarius

Additional Tags: Fluff, Family Bonding

Word Count: 3,119

Ao3 Link

Rodrigue couldn’t remember the last time he had a vacation, let alone with his family. With all of them constantly working around the clock, none of them had the time to take a break. Thankfully he was able to find the time to schedule a couple of weeks off from work, but the weirdest was when Glenn’s and Felix’s schedules lined up with his. They hardly wanted to spend time with him now since they were older. He knew this was going to happen with children getting older, he knew this as a parent, but it still broke his heart.

Rodrigue was becoming more and more giddy as his vacation with his boys grew closer and closer. He even had it written on his calendar and circled with a red marker around the date. He couldn’t wait to go up to the cabin in the mountains that he inherited from his mother when she passed away. Rodrigue and his younger brother would go up there all the time when they were children, and he did it as much as he could with his own family.

The night before going up to the cabin, his son’s stayed the night at home since it would be easier for them to get up to the mountains. He was surprised that they both decided to stay the night at home, especially with Glenn. Over the years, after graduating college, Glenn kept his distance from Rodrigue and he never knew why. He could only imagine it was because he was this big name in Fodlan and Glenn wanted to make it out on his own. Glenn probably didn’t want to tack himself to his father, this was Rodrigue’s only guess. Felix on the other hand, they’ve been growing distant since he entered college. It still felt like he was in his rebellious phase and wanted nothing to do with his own father. It broke his heart that his children did not want to do much with him. He was expecting them to come back around again here soon.

Out of habit before going to bed, Rodrigue checked up on his sons to make sure they were asleep. He smiled as he covered them up with their blankets and gave them a kiss on their heads before going to his own room. He didn’t really care that they were adults now, he still loved doing his little habits with his children. He curled up into bed, cuddling with his wife. Rodrigue was sad she wasn’t coming, but she knew why. This whole thing was for him and his sons to connect with each other again, and she was the one to suggest it.

In the morning, it took him a little bit to get ready. Rodrigue made sure that they had everything. When he got into the living room, he saw that both of his sons were ready and messing with their sons.

“Took you long enough,” Glenn said sarcastically, looking up from his phone.

“Sorry,” Rodrigue rolled his eyes. “I just want to make sure we have everything.”

“Oh please,” Felix scoffed. “You know we do.”

“Felix,” Rodrigue sighed. “I don’t want you to break down crying again when you forgot a toy of yours.”

“That was a nightmare,” Glenn egged his younger brother.

“Hey! That happened one time and I was eight!” Felix reminded them both.

“So, I double check to make sure we have everything,” Rodrigue said, walking towards the door with his suitcase. “Let’s get going. The sooner we get there, the better.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Felix sighed, putting his headphones in.

It was a quiet ride to their cabin. Rodrigue was driving with Glenn in the passenger seat, sleeping to make up for the lost sleep from working too much, and Felix in the back listening to his own music and messing with his phone. He missed the times when they were younger, before Felix entered highschool. Glenn and Felix would always sit in the back of the car to talk about how they would stay up all night to make a fort and play around. They would sit and talk about how they were going to sneak out at night to explore the woods and catch the woodland creatures.

Their plans always failed, Rodrigue was always able to catch them. He would take their hands, walking back to the cabin. On the way back, his two sons would talk endlessly about how the forest looked at night. How the moon glistened on the mountains and lake in the midnight dark, and it was only accented by the shining stars. But they were both sad when they weren’t able to go up the mountain to see the beautiful view of the woods and their cabin.

Remembering holding little Felix’s hand as he watched Glenn walk ahead of them, it brought tears to his eyes.

“Mmph,” Glenn muttered out, opening his eyes to look over to his dad. “Why are you crying old man?”

“Oh, nothing,” Rodrigue said, using his free hand to wipe the tears strolling down his eyes. “It’s probably nothing,” Felix groaned out. “He’s just a weepy man.”

“Felix,” Glenn said, reaching over to slap his brother’s leg.

“Hey!” Felix shouted. “What was that for?”

“Be nice to dad,” Glenn scoffed.

“You just called him old man!” Felix slapped him back.

“So? This is our relationship,” Glenn catching Felix’s hand.

“Enough, the both of you,” Rodrigue intervened. “What’s with you two lately? You guys have been fighting a lot more recently.”

Both of them just growled at Rodrigue.

“Whatever,” Rodrigue sighed, rolling his eyes, and pulling into the driveway of the cabin. “We’re here.”

Rodrigue sniffed as they all walked into the cabin, not realizing how unused it had been in the past few years. He missed the times when Glenn and Felix ran into the cabin, yelling and grabbing everything in sight to make a fort. It always brought a smile to his face when they were rough housing, it always reminded when he and his brother were young. Now, they weren’t talking to each other and shoving each other in their rooms. Rodrigue could feel his heart break when they went their separate ways.

With his broken heart, he walked into his room, and laid his suitcase on his big bed. He traced his hand over the thick cotton blanket, he faintly smiled as he remembered the good times on the bed. After coming back to the cabin after his son’s failed night exploration, they would get onto the bed and start jumping on it to get out to let out late night jitters. Then they would crawl under the covers, hugging him tight as they all slept. Oh, how nice those memories were. He could only wish he could go back to those times.

Rodrigue laid out all of his stuff, placing his clothes in the plain wooden dresser that was close to his bedroom door. He really needed to dust it, he needed to dust everything. Before he did that, he sat on the windowsill on the other side of his dresser and looked out the window. It was still a very beautiful view, you could see the tall trees towering over everything, but they still let the sun shine through. Being able to see the dirt, flowers, and wildlife was rather calming. Rodrigue smiled, he knew what he could do with the boys.

As he got out of his seat, he excitedly scurried out of his room to go to Glenn’s and Felix. He felt his heart fall to his stomach when he went to check up on his sons. Glenn was dead asleep, curled under his blankets and Felix ignored his knocks and ignored him when tried to get his attention. Rodrigue sighed and decided to go with his other plan, clean up. This vacation wasn’t really feeling like a vacation.

He quietly worked around the cabin, dusting, cleaning clothes, rewashing dishes, and other domestic activities. By the time Rodrigue got done, it was starting to get late. This was the part of the vacation he dreaded, cooking. He had never been a good cook. The last time he had cooked something was in his early twenties and trying to impress his wife. He ultimately burned down his apartment kitchen and she took over the cooking for the past thirty years of their marriage.

Rodrigue knew that his sons weren’t going to help. Glenn was probably still asleep and Felix couldn’t deal with his father being near him when he cooked. His hands began to shake as he opened the cabinets to grab a dutch oven. He clunkily put it on the stove, turning on the highest heat. From there, it was a bit of a disaster. Rodrigue accidentally burned the oil, filling the air with a pungent burnt smell and smoke.

“What the hell?” Glenn said confused as he groggily walked into the kitchen. “Why are you cooking again?”

“We need to eat,” Rodrigue coughed, trying to clear the air of smoke.

Glenn sighed as he helped his father clean up his mess. He turned down the heat and moved the dutch oven into the sink.

“Thank you, Glenn,” Rodrigue said, taking out a fan out of the pantry and turning it on.

“What were you trying to make?” Glenn groaned.

“I was trying to make a beef and sweet potato stew,” Rodrigue replied, letting out the last of his boisterous dad cough.

Glenn rolled his eyes as he looked at what they had. “You were never going to be able to make that.”

“Why’s that?” Rodrigue asked, walking over to his son.

“Because we don’t have any beef, you fool,” Glenn teased.

“Heh, well what do we have?” Rodrigue laughed.

“We have food for a garlic soba noodle bowl,” Glenn smiled, pushing his father out of the kitchen.

“Will you stop pushing me, please?” Rodrigue said, his smile turning into a frown.

“No, because I know you will want to help and you’ll burn down the kitchen,” Glenn insisted, feeling his father use his body weight to stop the pushing. “I will pick you up and carry you to the couch.”

Rodrigue began to laugh again, using his weight to let them both fall to the floor, making a loud thud that Felix could hear.

“What is going on?” Felix groaned, scowling when he saw his father laying on top of his brother.

“Get off of me!” Glenn yelled, pushing Rodrigue off of him.

Rodrigue’s laugh was just as boisterous as his cough when Glenn pushed him onto the wood kitchen floor. He grabbed Glenn’s hand when he offered to help him up, fixing his clothes when he stood.

“What’s that look for, Fe,” Glenn asked, scuffling Felix’s hair.

“Because you guys were making too much noise and annoying me,” Felix lied.

“Awe, c’mon Felix,” Glenn said, moving his arm over his younger brother’s shoulder. “You are more than welcome to join the fun.”

“Hmph, fine. I don’t need this old fool messing it up again,” Felix groaned, walking over to the kitchen counter.

Rodrigue smiled as walked over to the other side of the kitchen counter, sitting on a seat to watch his children cook. It felt relieving to Rodrigue being able to see his sons work together and make dinner together. Watching them chat, catch up, and laugh was bringing a warmth to Rodrigue’s heart.

All three of them were able to talk over dinner, talking about work, what Felix was doing in college, and how Rodrigue and their mother were doing. This is where Rodrigue learned that Glenn was dating someone and Felix was learning the intricacies of the music world. This is where they found out that Rodrigue was planning on retiring. He may be a little young for it, but he was able to save enough money for it and was excited to be able to spend some more time with his family.

“What?” Felix said, shocked. “How does mom feel about this?”

“Ha! Like you can sit down and do nothing,” Glenn said bluntly, drinking the broth of his dinner.

“I haven’t told her yet,” Rodrigue answered Felix, eating the last bit of his food. “And that’s not true.”

“Oh please,” Glenn snarked, placing down his bowl. “Why do you think we are up here? You are going to drag us around town to find something to do.”

“That is not true,” Rodrigue sarcastically gasped.

Felix just rolled his eyes as he finished up his dinner.

Rodrigue laughed as he took all of their dishes to clean. He glanced up from the sink, surprised that his children were still at the table. He would have thought they would have gone back to their room and screw up their sleeping schedule. He felt elated that they were still around.

“Where do you think you’re going, old man?” Felix asked, watching his father walk over to the front door.

“I’m going out into the woods,” Rodrigue replied, putting on his jacket. To his surprise, he saw Glenn and Felix walk over and put on their coats. “What are you two doing?”

“Coming with you,” Felix said, zipping up his jacket.

“You’re an old man,” Glenn said, sarcastically.

Rodrigue choked up as he clinged to his sons. “I knew you boys cared about me!”

“Don’t get the wrong idea, you fool,” Felix harped, pushing Rodrigue off of him.

“Old man,” Glenn huffed, following Felix’s lead. “Let’s just go.”

Rodrigue laughed and opened the door, allowing his children to walk out first. He walked slowly behind his sons, watching them walk side-by-side, and pointing out the different things that they see on the trail. It was a nice change of pace walking with them in the woods instead of chasing them down and bringing them home. It got him thinking that his sons were probably happy they were able to be in the woods at night.

“Where are you going?” Glenn asked, glancing over to his father.

“To the base of the mountain,” Rodrigue replied, catching up with the two.

“Can you even climb the mountain with your old man bones?” Felix asked, sarcastically.

“Felix,” Rodrigue sighed, messing with his hair.

“Hey, now!” Felix yelled, fending off his father’s hand.

“I’m not that old,” Rodrigue said, walking in front of them.

“Why are we going that way?” Glenn asked, trying to catch up with his father.

“Because there is something I wanted to show you guys,” Rodrigue smiled.

“Oh?” Glenn said, his voice perking up. “What is it?”

“It’s a surprise,” Rodrigue said as he kept walking.

Glenn and Felix rolled their eyes as they trailed behind him.

Their walk turned out to be the same as their car ride here, quite. There was much to be said, only seeing the forest for what it was. The nice moonlit walk showing them the way, hearing the rustling bushes, the little sounds from the animals around them, being able to see their heavy breaths in the increasingly cold climate. Their walk became slightly harder as they began walking up the base of the mountain, especially for Rodrigue. He was beginning to fall behind his children.

“Dad?” Glenn said, glancing behind him. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” Rodrigue replied, feeling short of breath. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t look it,” Felix said, stopping. “You look like you’re getting worn out.”

“I assure you, I’m fine,” Rodrigue said, slowly moving his body up the hill, only to fall.

“Dad!” Glenn yelled, rushing over to him. “This wasn’t a good idea.”

“I’m alright, I’m alright,” Rodrigue reassured his son. He felt Glenn help him up and allow his son to put his arm around his shoulder. He smiled when Felix took his other arm and put it around his shoulder. “Thank you boys.”

Glenn smiled and rolled his eyes as they continued to walk.

“How much further do we have to walk?” Felix asked, walking slowly with his brother and father.

“Just upon that rock,” Rodrigue replied, pointing towards a rock ledge that was thirty feet in front of him.

Felix nodded and kept at the same pace as the other two.

After a long, slow walk, they eventually made it to the ledge of the woods from above the trees. Rodrigue let out a breath, being able to see it, as he smiled down on the cabin. It was nice to see the dark green trees being illuminated by the moon and the stars. With the dim light, they could see the sky being covered with snow flurries descend upon the earth.

“Wow,” Glenn said, amazed and with a big smile.

Felix didn’t say anything, he was just stunned at the beautiful scenery.

“All my life, I wanted to see this,” Glenn said, his eyes widening as he watched the snow fall.

“This is beautiful,” Felix finally muttered out.

Rodrigue smiled as his boys looked at the scenery, very pleased with himself. It had been so long since he saw their smiles, to see their eyes wide with joy. It brought him so much warmth and pride. He held his sons close, giving them a hug, being happy that they returned it.

“We better get home,” Felix said. “It’s getting past your bedtime, old man.”

Rodrigue chuckled, letting go of Felix.

“Yeah, plus this cold weather is good on your joints,” Glenn teased.

Rodrigue placed his hands on Glenn’s cheeks, pulling him closer to give him small kisses. He laughed more as Glenn fended him off.

“Stop that!” Glenn said, his face heating up as he heard his younger brother laugh loudly.

“Are you feeling left out, little Felix?” Rodrigue asked, doing the same to him.

“Hey now!” Felix yelled, pushing his father away.

“I love you boys,” Rodrigue said.

“We know,” they both said in unison. The both paused, taking a few seconds to try to muster up their words in response to his.

“I know, boys,” Rodrigue smiled, knowing exactly what they wanted to say. “We better get going.”

They both nodded their heads and walked next to their father on the way home. It was a long night that both Glenn and Felix went straight to bed. In his usual habits, Rodrigue went around and made sure that everything was clean. He also checked up on his son’s, retucking them in when they were asleep, and giving them a kiss on their forehead. He took one last long look out the window before curling up under the blankets. Little did Rodrigue know, while he was asleep, Glenn and Felix snuck under the covers and hugged him tightly as they slept. Rodrigue was truly happy to have the children that he had.

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Happy Nagamas to @kakyoindeservedbetter! I am your @nagamas gifter and I gift you with the feels of the Fraldarius'. I love this family so much and dealing with this prompt was an utter joy. I hope you love it just as much as I had writing it! And I hope you enjoy the winter and fill your space with warmth and hot food and drinks.

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I’d say *insertt the review from AO3*

This story is amazing!

If I actually bothered to title all my chapters, this one would be “Tale of the First Dragons.”

3696 words

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Directory

#hearty fanfic - Fanfiction by Vulture’s Pen

#crested caracara of flames - Fire Emblem fanficiton

#mutant musings - X-Men fanfiction

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Good Morning!- Chapter 10

"I'm still laughing about you doing pre drinks, though. What are we, teenagers?"

Ao3 / ffnet

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Title: Cold Embrace

Fandom: Fire Emblem Awakening

Pairing: Gregor/Cordelia

Word count: 1989

Warnings: None

Summary:  Cordelia cannot imagine how she will go on without the one person who gave her the strength to keep on fighting.

As the fierce battle raged on around her, Cordelia prayed hard to the gods for the strength to make it out alive. She was currently in a tight spot; she was stuck battling on foot because she had ordered Aurora to flee from the battle with an injured Ricken. Her heart was heavy, because she wasn't sure if he would make it back to safety alive with the injuries that he had sustained.

At the moment, however, she was more concerned about her own odds of survival, for she was stuck hiding behind a large rock, while the risen searched for her. She panted heavily and her heart rate quickened when a couple of risen headed in her direction. She tightened the grip on her lance and readied her self to attack when they got close enough. She hoped that she could take them out without alerting the others.

When one of the risen passed by her hiding spot, she quickly shoved her lance at it and impaled it through the head, killing it instantly. The other one had managed to sneak up behind her, but luckily Cordelia's reflexes were good enough that she was able to turn around in time to block its sword with her lance. She grit her teeth as she struggled to push the risen away, but suddenly the beast let out a screech of pain as a sword was shoved through its chest from behind. As its body fell to the ground and dissolved into purple dust, Cordelia's heart filled with relief as Gregor stood before her.

“Oi! Is Cordelia alright?” he said, ducking behind the rock with her as he placed his hands on her shoulders. He looked her over quickly, his demeanor serious as his eyes were filled with concern.

“Y-yes, I'm okay.” she said, nodding slowly. Her eyes then widened as she noticed that he was bleeding from a wound on his side. It didn't look too serious, but it was still fresh and she noticed that he was wincing in pain.

“Gregor! You're hurt!” she said, placing a gentle hand on his chest as she squatted down to examine the wound more closely.

“Eh, it not too bad. It take more than this to stop Gregor.” he said, a small smile crossing his face. The smile quickly faded however and was replaced with a grim look as he carefully poked his head out of their hiding spot to survey their surroundings.

“Need to find others. Frederick tell Gregor that fell dragon most likely on its way here.” The color drained from Cordelia's face as she listened silently as Gregor spoke. “Gregor will protect his Cordelia. Not matter what.” He reached over and took her hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“W-where do we need to go? There are risen everywhere.” Cordelia said as she shifted with unease. She looked behind them and saw that they were near a steep hill that led into a forest at the bottom. It didn't look too steep though, so sliding down it would probably not be a problem.

“Maybe we can sneak over and slide down the hill? We could probably escape into the trees.” Cordelia suggested as she looked back at Gregor.

“Good idea. We most likely be spotted though. Must be quick.” Gregor said, taking a deep breath as he placed a hand over his wound.

“Can you run, Gregor?” Cordelia asked, gulping nervously. Gregor grinned slightly and nodded.

“Hehe, Cordelia underestimates him again. Gregor can run. He be fine.” he said, chuckling. Cordelia was not convinced as she frowned.

“Gregor-” she began, but was interrupted as the rock they were hiding behind was hit with a wind spell and broke apart.

“Run! Now!” Gregor yelled as he grabbed Cordelia's hand and they both sprinted towards the top of the hill. Cordelia glanced behind them and saw the risen giving chase, and her eyes widened in fear as she saw archers nocking arrows. They weren't going to make it.

“Sorry, my Cordelia!” she heard Gregor say before he let go of her hand and used all of his strength to shove her forward. Cordelia yelped in surprise as she left her feet and fell over the side of the embankment. She managed to look up in time to see arrows wiz by overhead, before she hit the ground and rolled down the rest of embankment. She groaned in pain and pushed herself up, just in time to see Gregor's limp body slide to a stop a few feet away.

“Gregor!” Cordelia yelled as she scrambled to her feet and ran to his side. She grabbed him and rolled him onto his back, and the blood drained from her face. Arrows were embedded throughout his body; two in his right shoulder, one in his gut, one in his left thigh, and one in the right side of his chest. Gregor's face was contorted in pain, with his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth set in a grimace.

“N-no...” Cordelia choked, tears already spilling down her face. She took a few deep breaths to try and calm herself as she looked up to where they had fallen from. The risen were not there yet, so she had time to get Gregor and herself out of sight before they were found. She quickly looped her arms under his and dragged him with her into the forest. When they were in the safety of the trees, she propped Gregor against a large trunk and looked him over.

Cordelia really hoped that this was all a huge nightmare, because Gregor's condition looked grim. Blood was oozing from where the arrows pierced him, and some was leaking out from the corner of his mouth. She raised a shaky hand and placed it on his cheek; it was cold to the touch.

“Gregor, please...” Cordelia said as she broke down sobbing. She could feel her heart breaking, and every breath she took was like fire in her throat. This couldn't happen to her. She couldn't lose him, not now. They had too much to fight for. She couldn't fight alone. An image of Severa popped into her mind, causing her to sob harder. She didn't want to return to their daughter without him.

“C-Cordelia...” Gregor said weakly as his eyes slowly opened. His breathing was ragged, and he coughed as more blood seeped from his mouth. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out as she choked on her sobs.

“Cordelia...Gregor is so glad you not hurt...So glad...” he breathed, a small smile crossing his pale face. He reached up with a shaky hand and cupped her cheek, wiping some of the tears from her face, but leaving a streak of blood behind.

“Gregor...I-I'll go find help!” Cordelia said as she started to stand up, but Gregor grabbed her arm and stopped her.

“N-no, please stay with Gregor. He...is not long for this world now.” he said softly, his own eyes filling with tears.

“Please don't say that! You can't die here!” Cordelia wailed as she reached out and placed her hands on his chest, her hands desperately gripping his shirt. “Please...Please don't leave me...I love you so much...And Severa...”

At the mention of Severa, the tears filling Gregor's eyes finally spilled down his face. “My little Severa...Gregor so sorry he leave her...And his Cordelia.” He took a deep, shaky breath and wrapped a hand around Cordelia's back, weakly pulling her closer.

“Gregor need to thank Cordelia, for giving him gift of wonderful and happy life. He was so loved by the most amazing woman in land. He not regret saving her life.” He choked out as he coughed up more blood. “Please...promise Gregor you live on and protect our dear daughter, Cordelia. Tell her he sorry he not live to see her grow up...”

“G-Gregor, I...” Cordelia began, but she couldn't continue as she was raked with more sobs. She had so much she wanted to say, but nothing came out, and she didn't have enough time to say it all.

“Cordelia, please do one thing for Gregor.” he said softly, running a shaky hand through her hair. “Please, smile for Gregor? Will be a good parting image of this world, he thinks.” Cordelia sniffed and took a deep breath. She had no idea if she would be able to smile at a time like this, but she would try. She thought of all the good times they had together, and she forced a small smile to cross her face.

“Ah, thank you. Such a beautiful sight...Gregor so lucky...” he said weakly, offering his own strained smile. ���Gregor loves you Cordelia, so much more than words could ever describe. He is so, so sorry.”

“I love you too, Gregor. So much.” Cordelia said softly as Gregor's hand slowly dropped from her face. He took a strained breath as his eyes slowly shut, and he sighed as the air left his lungs for the last time. Cordelia's heart shattered as she let out an anguished wail. She threw her arms around Gregor's lifeless body and screamed into his chest. Every breath she took felt like fire in her lungs, and she couldn't think of anything other than the fact that the love of her life was gone forever. She didn't know how long she sat embracing the body of her dead husband, but she was only pulled from her sorrowful state when someone shook her violently and screamed her name.

“Cordelia, please snap out of it!”

Cordelia didn't have time to react as someone pulled her away from Gregor's body and slapped her across the face. Stunned into silence, she looked up to find Sumia looking down at her, tears running down her face.

“Su...mi...a...” Cordelia croaked, her voice strained from all of her sobbing. Sumia tried to pull her friend to her feet, but Cordelia would not loosen her grip on Gregor.

“Please, we have to get out of here. My pegasus can't carry us both and Gregor's body.” Sumia said softly.

“No! I will not leave him!” Cordelia said angrily, glaring at Sumia as she hugged Gregor's body tighter.

“I will take him!”

The two women turned to see Frederick ride up to them on his horse, a grim expression on his face. He dismounted and hurried over to Cordelia, and he lifted Gregor's body into his arms as Cordelia reluctantly let go. The knight lay the body on his horse beside another, its while robes and blond hair stained dark with blood. Cordelia felt sick when she finally recognized who it was: Libra. If a man totally devoted to the gods was forsaken, what chance did the rest of them have?

“Get to the rendezvous point. I will not let anything happen to Gregor's body, Cordelia.” Frederick said, and he quickly urged his horse onward and he disappeared back into the forest. Cordelia suddenly felt very weak and her legs almost gave out, but Sumia managed to catch her in time.

“Oh, Cordelia, I'm so sorry.” Sumia whispered, hugging her best friend tightly. Cordelia didn't respond, and instead clung to Sumia for dear life. The little hope that she had been clinging to had quickly diminished. How was she supposed to go on without the one person who gave her the strength to? How would she protect their daughter without him?

“W-We need to go.” Sumia said as she grabbed Cordelia's hand and they quickly mounted her pegasus. They flew off to regroup with the survivors, and Cordelia's heart was darkened. Her future was now bleak and empty, and she closed her eyes and tried to think of a way to tell Severa of her father's demise. It would not be an easy task, and she was not confident that the future would treat them well at all.

[lapinbunwrites]

Raising The Dead

"He is what?!" Chrom asked.

"He is raising the dead." Robin replied.

"Who gave him a license to raise the dead?"

"Uh...Last I checked, no one and that shouldn't be a thing."

Chrom sighed. He and Robin walked outside of the town. They found Risen crawling all over the plain fields. Chrom sighed again. He and his best friend cleared out the field. No matter what they did, they kept on crawling all over the place. The two hoped, by now, that all of the Risen's would be eradicated. It has been a few years since the war had ended. The followed the path of the monsters. When it finally ended, they saw Henry near a lake.

"Nya hehe." Henry laughed.

"What the hell Henry?" Chrom yelled out.

"Oh your highness! What brings you to this neck of the woods?" He asked.

"You know why."

"Oh. Heh, that."

"How in the hell did you manage to create these things."

"It's not hard. I just combined different spells and taadaa!~" He said, conjuring up a monster or two.

"Ah!" Robin yelled. "Get it off of me!!"

"Zaap!~"

"Gods Henry. Please stop I beg of you."

"But I want to keep doing it. It's fun and death!"

"I swear to Naga if you don't stop doing this, I will shove that book up so far up ass all you can feel is death." Chrom said.

"Who says I don't already feel dead inside!~"

"HENRY JUST STOP! I DON'T WANT TO THROW YOU INTO THAT LAKE SO YOU CAN FREEZE TO DEATH!" Robin screamed, trying to get the other monster off of himself. "PLEASE!!!"

"Hehe, okay!~"

"THANK YOU!" He finally killed the other Risen. He slowly calmed himself by pacing his breathing. "I don't much appreciate the other Risen to be a smaller version of Grima. I don't need that kind of heart attack again."

"I know."

Chrom placed his hand onto Robin. Helping calm down. "Thank you."

Robin slowly walked towards Henry. He took the book full of spell and set it on fire. The two parted from Henry and headed back to the castle. Robin was still trying to compose himself.

"That was one of the most terrifying things in my life! And I saw myself turn into a Death God!!"

"I just hope that he won't raise the dead again."

"You never know."

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Sorry that this is short. I was trying write something that wasn't shippy at all. I follow a prompt blog and one of the things that was posted by them was “do you have a license to raise the dead?" and I instantly though of Henry. On a different note, I probably won't be posting anymore. A few reasons why, all petty reasons, I have no friends who care about my stuff, no one cares for my stuff, I don't care for my stuff, and I'm also losing interest in this. I'll participate in Valentia week on tumblr, and post here, and if I get selected for a zine, I will participate in that. But when that ends, I'm going to stop. So, see ya around.