#kiran fire emblem

[feshippingpolls]

old hubba, I crave peoples opinion on Kiran x Alfonse

(my friend said that they are like royallecture from pokemon)

FE: Should they kiss?

Kiran x Alfonse

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

kirans from the real world right? does that mean they come from a world where fire emblem is a video game series? do they know of fire emblem? are they a fire emblem fan? how does this effect their relationship with all the heroes? do they tell them? do they keep it a secret? so much to ponder, so little fics to quench my curiosity. what a shame

iirc it is directly stated in game that they are not from a world that has fire emblem. hope that helps <3

[monstierider]

The ramblings of a Gullveig fan, from unserious to serious

The period of time where people thought Gullveig was gonna be Seoirs and Kirans child was hilarious for me cause I kind of figured Gullveig and Seoir were the same once I realised that Seoir is light and Gullveig is time and once you hit the speed of light time gets weird.

Gullveig and Seoirs summer alt is actually really nice, not for "hot waifu" reasons, but because it's one of the only two pieces of official Gullveig art where she's smiling.

Kvasir, Seoir and Gullveig are actually a great way to show character progression because they show the progress of someone who grew up being shaped by a very strict ideal from their parents, the sad, quiet child who just does as they're told, the bubbly, energetic teen who has some deep seated issues and is horrible in social situations and the broken and saddened adult who feels like there's no longer any reason to keep going.

The fact that the only time we see Gullveig smile in the main story is just before her death at Kiran and Seoirs hands absolutely shattered me because it just shows you how deeply broken she'd become by that point that the only way she could smile was when someone was about to kill her.

Gullveigs relationship with Heoir is actually kind of funny and depressing when you realise that, Heoir is actually Seoir and Kirans child, making Gullveig her mother, Heoir and Seoir were raised as siblings, meaning Gullveig would likely view her as a sister and Heoir was born immediately after Kirans death at Gullveigs hands and likely using Kirans soul to create, meaning Heoir is partially Kiran.

[fe-smashorpass]

[keikaru]

more than the scattering of petals | lif x summoner au

Líf doesn’t understand why a building like this exists on the outskirts of the city. Long branches, heavy with the fragrance of flowers, conceal the eastern inspired architecture from view. The building stands aloof, with tree branches stretching near the upper floor windows and caressing the tiled rooftop with its shimmering, green leaves.

But he doesn’t have to understand so long as Kiran is here.  

A gust gently stirs the leaves. The leaves rustle against the tiles and echo the rhythm of rain.

Líf approaches the home in long strides. Near the building, his eyes flicker to a slender silhouette resting between the sliding doors.

Her outfit is a loose garment with long sleeves. Sleeves pool around her as if she sits in the center of a rippling pond.

Without fail, she greets him as if they share a home.

He leans down and brushes his hand against her face, caressing her cheek. She leans into his touch with a gentle smile.

Hand under her chin, he tilts her head to face him.

He loves her with a gentle immensity. Her content expression, the way her body is attentive to his touch—she is his heart. The one he will destroy a realm for, his Summoner.   

She obliges and her eyes glimmer with a tenderness that stirs a warmth inside him. For a moment, she appears much more alive and regains her autonomy not as an automation for Ganglöt but as his beloved Kiran.

“Do flowers bloom knowing they will die?”

Her wispy voice carries a melancholic air, but her expression reveals kindness and love. But why did her words press into his chest like a bell echoing across an empty courtyard?

Uncertain how to respond, he presses his thumb on her bottom lip. Soft, pliant lips part under his touch. Líf opens his mouth to speak, but she laces her fingers together behind his neck and tugs him low.

They fall on the tatami.

Each kiss dissolves all thoughts and words. Nothing else matters but her soft and warm body beneath his. She isn’t like him. Not all the way, perhaps.

His chest tightens. But he knows she needs his body to stay alive.

He no longer winces when she grabs his hair and presses against him for more. When she needs him, she forgets herself. Her thoughts blur instincts to survive, to replenish her life, surpasses her desire to be gentle with him.

He doesn’t mind because he loves her. Anything to keep her alive, happy, and by his side in this world devoid of his former life…he will give pieces of his life for her body and mind to function without pain.

That is the contract he makes with Ganglöt to bring the Summoner back to him.

For the Summoner to remain with him, in the realm of the dead, he exchanges his life to replenish hers when they embrace and exchange sweet sounds.

He loves her, knowing that her unusual spells that leave her hollow are phases that will disappear in time. Thrasir reassures him that the Summoner’s unusual moods and personality changes are side effects until she accustoms to her body.

Until Kiran is strong enough, in body and mind, he doesn’t mind as her garment slips from her body and coyly guides his hand across her body.

Líf gazes down at Kiran—my Summoner—and they embrace as the heavy boughs scatter flower petals across their backs.

To love and to bloom, he believes their love is more than the scattering of petals.

He loves her, even if her hands carve out the fragments of his soul and life light.  

[phoenixkaptain]

tfw you're so used to being mistaken for your (great great great great etc) grandpa that you respond to his name when he's right next to you

[ctrl-alt-cel]

DIVERSITY FAIL the most incompetent summoner you know just got married 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👭👰👰💯🏀⚢⚢⚢🏳️‍🌈💣💣💥💥💥

happy lesbian visibility week ive been playing feh again

[eos70]

Sharena, Beloved Sunshine comes in from an alternate Askr to bring joy this day of devotion, with her own summoner even!

Under the cut is the transparent version!

[fore-seer]

“team all-fonse”

[monarchamos]

excuse me but what the fuck is this

[shiny-lampent]

babe wake up new kiran's dropped 😳😳

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

Love difference between in game Kiran and 4-panel manga Kiran:

In game they're cool, confident (not in the beginning), caring, ready to kill for their askr family, tolerable to villians, somewhat alright strategist in Sorens eyes (that's already says a lot). Heck, Eitri herself said that she and summoner just a different sides of same coin: doing questionable things for what they think is good not for them but others

In manga they're That Moron™ who loves being migraine to Alfonce

the duality of man

[monstierider]

Personal Kiran head canon

So, I am well aware of how "a day in the life" likes to depict Kiran as kind of a bumbling idiot, which is funny, but consider.

Kiran being that bumbling idiot off duty, when they can afford to be or when doing a tempest trial where everyone's lives aren't at stake, but becoming scarily competent whenever they have to be.

One minute they're acting like an absolute goober, but the minute someone's threatening Askr and the order of heroes they're already getting ready a plan to take them down....until they either get kidnapped because they're still a normal person against....usually gods, or they get taken out of commission by some kind of nearly mortal wound.

[fe-smashorpass]

[yukiwrites]

Kiran, Confused

Thanks for the support as always, @xpegasusuniverse! This was a really interesting take on the FEH world, heehee >v<)b

Summary: Time flowed differently in each and every world. That rang true for Askr, any world connected to it through a portal as well as Kiran’s original world. Time passed and new worlds were connected -- now able to reach to the inhabitants of Fódlan, Kiran cannot hide his surprise when someone he hasn’t expected suddenly appears...

Commission info HERE and HERE!

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Something strange had happened while Kiran wasn’t looking: a new section had been added to the forbidden area of the library.

Curious, the Summoner asked Commander Anna about it and received the most surprising response: It meant that a new world could be accessed through the power of the Askrian royal blood; in other words, heroes from this new world could be summoned through Breidablik as well. That happened once in a while, the Commander told him, then added that it was strange how the library kept expanding on the inside, but the walls around it never left their place. Perhaps it was enshrouded in magic, Anna concluded, clearly tired of spending her time on trying to crack that mystery open.

Kiran, however, was flabbergasted. Not because of the magic, no, nor the addition of new heroes. He turned inwards into thinking back about his original world -- the ‘real’ world in his mind, though by now he had no choice but to consider Askr as real as any other world -- and how could this addition be possible in the library. How differently did time flow between this and his own world? He knew that he had been sucked into a game (though living alongside all of these people had made them feel just as human as his family and friends back home), so it could only mean that a new game had been added back in the ‘real world’, which enabled access to it in this world.

He was conflicted.

He had known most of the heroes inhabiting this world because he had played their games before. But now, these new heroes and their stories would be completely new to him. He kind of wanted to play the game to get attached to the heroes so he could treasure them better once they were summoned, but he was also conflicted about his own existence inside this world and how time did not wait for him back in the ‘real world’ and kept on passing.

Well, he felt like that from time to time, so by now he was fairly used to it -- it was another story entirely when he had been first summoned, though, but that was in the past. Now, thinking about his previous world only brought a far-off sense of longing, as though he were reaching out to the horizon not really intent on touching it but wondering how nice it would be if it were possible. 

For the time being, he resolved himself in studying this new game-- er, world -- and its inhabitants so he could welcome them properly when it was their turn.

Shuffling around the new section of the library, he could see that there were many books that were indeed published back in that new world -- Fódlan, it was how it was called -- so it was refreshing to read what the characters of the game could read in full and not only some prescripted parts the developers would want the player to read.

Regardless, the main story of Fódlan was actually divided in four different books, much like how the one from Corrin's world had three books.

Kiran started reading the book with the silver-colored cover, then the red, the yellow and finally the blue one. It was an extensive read, done over the course of a few weeks, but one that he finished with tears in his eyes, wanting more than ever not only to play the game itself but to hug each and every character of it.

Armed with knowledge of this new world, Kiran finally felt ready to start trying for the heroes -- if he poured magic into Breidablik (Anna had called it a very rare and specific kind of magic, but it only felt like he was browsing an online list inside his mind), he would be able to sense which characters could be pulled from any given world, so he knew that he could call on either Byleth, Dimitri, Claude or Edelgard at the moment.

The first one who arrived was the Imperial Princess, Edelgard. Since she was mostly the protagonist of the first and second books Kiran had read, he felt as though he had called upon a friend, though of course the princess felt differently. She observed any and all with a keen eye, discerning their qualities so as to put them into better use.

She also spoke endlessly about the dear Professor, Byleth.

Dimitri followed right after -- and Kiran had to stop himself from hugging the boy on sight -- who also mentioned his esteemed Professor at least once in every three sentences.

Claude was the last of the students currently avaliable to join. With him now on the team, the three House Leaders were seen together much more often. He also mentioned Byleth, though with a more approachable tone, as though speaking of a friend.

Kiran felt eager to meet the Tested Professor; not only because of the high praises from his students, but also because the story from the books were told mostly from his perspective, so Kiran felt more connected to Byleth than with the others. He also wondered how if he could talk to the professor about the secret inhabitant of his mind, Sothis, the goddess herself.

There were many so-called gods in Askr, all hailing from their original worlds whence their power was tremendous. However, with Sothis, there was something different about it all in Kiran's eyes. Her very existence was something one could only theorize about and the only one who could say for certain that she was amongst them was the stoic Professor. Everything else was a mystery.

Of course, Kiran had read all about Sothis’ story too, through some of the books that described the past of a wide variety of characters, which only made her story that more tragic.

Loading a red orb into Breidablik, Kiran headed to the Summoning Grounds, intent on reuniting the students with their Professor. He took a deep breath before shooting the magical pillar.

The usual high-pitched noise followed the bullet, clashing into the enormous, round crystal that lay in the middle of the pillar. It shattered -- more in a magical sense than in a physical one, for the countless red-colored shards littered the ground, shining in a blinding light which made Kiran cover his eyes. Fog covered the grounds, only to hide the silhouette that appeared from within the light the shards produced -- Kiran gulped his breath in, widening his eyes once the figure that emerged sported the stature and hair color described within the books.

It was Byleth!

The Professor looked confused for a beat, his usually unreadable brow knitting in puzzlement. He looked up and around as though searching for something, ignoring or not realizing Kiran was a few steps ahead of him. “Where are you?” Byleth muttered under his breath, calling the name of something deeply connected within him that had suddenly gone missing once he crossed over the fog.

“Wha-!?” Kiran exclaimed as Breidablik suddenly shot itself back up, charging up magic the moment the words were out of Byleth’s mouth. It was as though the weapon had gotten a life of its own, and no matter how much Kiran pulled, it kept charging up power. “Watch out!!” The Summoner managed to shriek before the magical weapon shot another red-colored bullet straight into the Professor’s direction-- or so it seemed.

Surprised, the former mercenary jumped out of the way, only to see the bullet hit and shatter the glass once more, covering the ground with red shards which radiated light. His eyes widened, unable to tear themselves away from the magical show ongoing right in front of him -- from the illuminated ground, the shape of the one only Byleth knew of started to appear, floating as she had always done around him.

Sothis opened her eyes as her wavy hair slowly descended along with her body, finally touching the cold stone with her feet. She huffed a breath, shook her head and blinked.

What was going on?! The three of them thought at the same time.

“Soth-”

“SOTHIS?!” Kiran cut Byleth’s gasp of surprise with a yelp of his own as he looked from the weapon to the summoned goddess right in front of him. “B-but I only charged one red orb…! What-”

“My. My, my, my oh my.” Sothis looked at herself, from her limbs to her hair, touching the fabric of her dress as she twirled around. “I am actually in the physical world, most interesting! It has been so very long since I held any material form this is quite overwhelming.” She took a deep breath. “Breathing!” She marveled.

Byleth and Kiran, though unacquainted, exchanged surprised glances, then hovered around the young-looking girl. “Wait, so you weren’t the one who willingly crossed over? I- I didn’t see you on the list of heroes that could be summoned…”

“Ah,” Sothis and Byleth both exclaimed flatly. “So this is that ‘Heroes World’ we have heard of. Indeed, I do not carry a badge on myself, so I did not think I would experience it quite first-handedly like this instead of from inside- ah, I am speaking too much, it seems.” She muttered something about ‘the delight of actually feeling the words leaving one’s mouth’ before taking a step sideways into Byleth’s direction.

Kiran scratched the back of his neck, lowering his hood so he could introduce himself. “It’s okay, I kind of know your story already. I’m the Summoner of this world and it’s actually my job to bring in new heroes from other worlds so they can help fight our war.” He fidgeted with Breidablik, making it disappear with a sleight of hand, “so I’m actually really surprised that someone who wasn’t even on my list showed up out of nowhere like that.”

“It DID almost kill me. Good to know it wasn’t intentional.” Byleth said with almost a snort, receiving an elbow on the ribs from Sothis. She marveled that as well once she felt the dull pain of someone’s bones on her own.

“Yeah, sorry about that. I’m Kiran, by the way.” He offered a short bow to the duo, receiving one from Byleth and a nod from Sothis in return. “If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to talk to you about this a bit more before I let your students kidnap you.” He smiled, watching how Sothis snickered and patted Byleth’s back teasingly.

“Of course.” Byleth nodded, bobbing his head in Sothis’ direction. The young-looking girl smiled, reaching out to touch the Professor’s arm, linking hers with his.

“I would dearly love to study this wonderful world, as well. Perhaps there is an answer within the fog that it is my memory…” She mused, gesturing for Kiran to approach. “And with each word I say and each breath I take, I feel it thinning further and further…” She lifted her chin elegantly, taking Kiran’s arm once he was close enough, intent on having the both of them guide her in her first steps in many, many millennia. Once they took a step followed by another and another, her satisfaction grew. “Let us solve this mystery together, boys.”

Kiran smiled widely, mirroring Byleth’s rare expression, followed by a gleeful exchange of glances over Sothis’ short head and a nod in unison. “Let’s go.”

[thisnowexists-emblem]

have a quickie comic for today cuz this has been in my mind for nearly 2 years or something