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Iris

Chárter 5: Lost

The night after the funeral had been just like the previous nights. The kids had the same nightmares. Bel had wanted to give the kids dreamless sleep potions before they went to bed but Alfonse had asked if that would not give them away. Bel agreed with him. If they took the potion and did not dream; the enemies would know they were suspecting something was up. Alfonse had sworn to stay at the front and protect Sharena but especially Oly from being taken. He knew what would await him and could be prepared but he knew the youngest child would suffer too much if she saw her father the way he had. The nightmare passed and this time he knew what would happen and he was ready. At least he was not hurt this time when they awoke.

The next day Bel and Bertha who were closer to the kids were in a state of watchfulness around whoever came into contact with the kids. Bertha had gone to “help” around the kitchen when their food was cooked and monitored who prepared each of the foods and drinks. Bel watched the maids and hand maidens around the kids and everyone else from the household. Everything while still managing the reconstruction of the building since the architect and engineers and extra masons would arrive the next day. Adrien was too busy with managing the army but he still kept an eye on the men with the help of one Private Gudrum. Aleen was their ears around the household servants as well.

Through all of this Henriette was unable to help them. She managed the political side and the matters along with some aides that had arrived the same day. The ball room was slowly being emptied of patients. Those who could not be moved much were taken to a part of the castle used only for when they had official balls and had to entertain many guests. That rarely happened in recent years but the castle had been preserved and cared for, for its historical value and Henriette had ordered to make ready the rooms, to be converted into an infirmary.

Since the castle now had the bests of medical personnel, Gustav had asked to have anyone who was in critical condition be cared for in the castle. Being this the case, the city had transferred a big number of patients to the infirmary. Including those who had gotten sick after the aftermath of the attacks. Those had been sequestered in separate rooms. Luckily Lady klara (Gustav’s maternal aunt) had taken charge of the new infirmary. She was a kind and motherly lady who was the head of the Askr Ladies charities in the capital. She was also a very capable healer.

With all of the work, Bel and Adrien had to put off their departure; at least until all the officials were around to help Henriette do her job. They noticed that even thought there had been no official coronation, the people regarded the royal couple as King and Queen already.

-They are. When the King dies in battle and the heir is by his side the crown goes to him right there and then. They only need witnesses to confirm the King was killed by a foe and there was no foul play. I stand as witness. Not like anyone would even question Gustav’s integrity. Specially after what happened. It is official but the people still expect a crowning ceremony I am sure.

-Oh I see. I suppose we need to attend.

-It will be pushed back till Spring. There is still time to rest.- Adrien and Bel turned at the sound of hurried steps. A soldier came toward them in a hurry with a worried expression on his face.

- General Sir! My Lady! Her Majesty Has requested me to send you a message.- Since Alfonse had died. Adrien had been promoted to the highest rank in the army. General of the Army.The duo stood up from the garden bench they were sitting on to watch the kids play. Adrien bade the soldier continue talking.- Her Majesty asks to speak to Lady Andreas of an urgent matter. She is waiting in the library. If you would follow me.

 

Bel shared a look with Lord Andreas. Bel thought it meant she had found out something about the spies but she could not understand why it was only her being summoned. Adrien motioned for her to follow and gave her a reassuring nod and Bel went to follow the soldier.

Adrien looked at her retreating back. He was confident that Neither Henriette nor Gustav would tell Bel about her ties with the young prince so he was sure that was not the issue being talked about by Henriette. He looked back at the playing children and their guardians, where Feraht’s sharp eyes met his own.

Bell followed the soldier wondering why she needed to be escorted to a place she knew well but followed wondering what Henriette would tell her. They came to a place where the hall was crossed by another hallway. She immediately went to take the left turn towards the library while she noticed that the soldier was taking the left.

-Umm…The library is this way soldier.- Bel said thinking the soldier must not know his way around the castle.

-Oh… Maybe you should lead the way my Lady.- Said he. Bel continued walking with the soldier trailing her.

-Say. Are you from my husband’s regiment?- She asked curious.

-No Mam, but I knew him well. Great swordsman, cunning and smart…- Although his words sounded like praises to his memory they had a hint of something Bel could not make out at the moment. Then it clicked and she stopped walking.- …difficult to outsmart him. We would have never been able to approach you with him around…

Bel was turning around when she heard the sound of metal being drawn from a sheath. She wasted no time and started running down the hall. She had no weapon to defend herself.She entered one of the rooms to her left and found herself on a parlour adjacent to a bedroom. She locked the door just barely before the man reached the door and looked around to find something to protect herself with. It did not take her long to get a poker from the chimney. She heard loud banging on the door as if the man was throwing his shoulder against it. She ran to the window and opened it up and looked around to check that no one was outside as she could not be sure the man was alone in this. She was beginning to raise her leg to get out when she heard the shouting.

-Open! You whore of King…. -She was about to jump down to the flowerbed when she heard the man stop talking, give a loud yell and the banging stopped.

She sat motionless on the windowsill looking at the door. Under it there was a motionless shadow and another moving around. Then blood started to seep inside under the door. There was a gentle knock at the door and a a familiar voice came from the other side.

-My Lady are you alright?- It sounded like Feraht. Bel closed the window and ran to the door and opened it. Indeed it was the man himself standing outside over the body of the assassin. -Careful my lady. - He said offering up a hand to help her step around the body and the still flowing blood. She looked down to see the man’s throat split open and a mask of pain and surprise on the face.

- Did he hurt you?

- No I ran. I was about to escape through a wi…-She was cut short by a commotion all around. There were sounds of shouting and the alarm was sounding outside. -The Kids!

They both run to the central garden. Feraht with his longer legs almost left Bel behind but she motioned for him to keep going. They both arrive almost at the same time to find the kids crying or in shock around a very angry Adrien. He was hugging them protectively. There was something strange about the picture.

Bel noticed it first. Adrien was holding Alfonse close to his chest while he hugged the others with his other arm that held his sword. There were a big number of soldiers running around the place and other kept arriving. Aleen and Deana had a man submitted on the ground and an unconscious woman who was being tied up by some guards. On the floor nearby there were the bodies littering the ground. Most of them were soldiers and the rest civilians. Some of those were dressed with the uniforms of the household.

-Are you alright? What happened?- Bel went to take Oly and Sharena and hug them to her chest but Oly pointed at Alfonse who still looked like he was in shock. All the while more soldiers were coming to help.

 

-Mami!! They tried to take Alfonse!!- Oly said in tears and then hugged her mother tight.

-What? Alfonse! Why? Not them again!

-Brother!- Sharena said softly between sobs, but her plea was not heard by the stunned Alfonse.

-They tried to kidnap him…how about you daughter?

-They came for the both of them.- Said Feraht.- He would have killed her if he really had wanted to.

-Maybe it was a distraction.- Said Bel.

- It was, but he also wanted to take you.- Said Feraht.

-Alfonse! Brother!- Cried Sharena and made to reach for him. Alfonse came out of his thoughts and looked at her and smiled.

- I am fine Sharena. Do not worry.- He let go of Adrien and hugged his sister. Sharena clung to him and cried on his chest. Bel could see his eyes water.

-That’s it. Father we should leave. I would love to stay and get the spies but I will not put them in harms way purposefully.

-Nor should you daughter. We are done here. That woman there is the cook and that man is the stable hand. Those are our spies. We will be diligent with the questioning. If there are more of them we will catch them.- Said Adrien reigning in his anger, then turning to the soldiers he added; his voice like thunder and words cutting.- Take them in for questioning. They will talk one way or another.

As the soldiers carried the people on the ground the woman started to come around. The man was glaring at them all but when they passed the group he full on smirked and said.

-Death to the King and his whore!

Faster than anyone could see Adrien punched him on the face and knocked him out. The man slaked on the arms of the soldiers. The soldiers had mixed expressions. Some smiled at the punch and others looked embarrassed and would not meet their eyes.

Bel, Aleen, Bertha, Deana and the kids were shocked but Feraht who was still alert did not miss the poisonous look the woman gave Bel and then Gudrum who had been the most ferocious in his protection of Alfonse.

The castle was in an uproar for hours. Henriette left what she was doing to come and be with her kids for a while. She took them to see Gustav who was resting still after the strain of the funeral. He had been moved to his rooms adjacent to Henriette’s by a parlour.

It was late evening when the kids had finished their dinner and had retired to the next room to play with Aleen, Bertha and Deana while Gudrum kept close watch. Adrien and Bel were having tea and coffee with Henriette. Henriette had dismissed her attendants and only Feraht remained by their side by Bel’s instructions. She had come to rely on his quick thinking and intelligence.

-When you left daughter, I told Sergeant Guerrer to follow you at a distance. I did not like that only you had been summoned while we all were aware of the situation. I thought it was better to be on the safe side. - Started Adrien when he was asked by Bel to tell them how it all had happened.- He had gone a while when a spell hit me and Deana. She fell down as she had taken most of the hit. She reassured me she was fine and I went to help Bertha and Gertrude who were duelling with the mages. There was confusion since all of them were dressed either like soldiers or servants. Then the woman threw Bertha aside hit Gertrude square in the chest and aided by the man they closed in to where the children were huddled together by Privet Gudrum. The man went to try to kill the Privet and meanwhile the woman took Alfonse who was protecting the two girls.- Henriette who was listening intently smiled fondly at his bravery and her eyes watered but she did not cry.

- The woman asked if she should take the girl but the man said to take only the boy. I was kept away by a group of kidnappers and I heard that part only when Deana came to my aid and took over the situation on my side. Alfonse bit the man on the hand and it gave me the time I needed. I was able to get there and take Alfonse to safety.They had not expected for me to break away from the fight to save him. I struck her from behind on the head and was able to take Alfonse and the other Kids safely away.

-Of course they only wanted the male heir…Poor Alfonse. All of this situation is not good for the kids. And Gertrude! She needs a cleansing for sure that was really bad luck.- Bel said grimacing. Gertrude had been in the infirmary all this time recovering from a severe wound. This was the first time she had been able to come out of the infirmary and was just supposed to be resting in the garden. Now she was back in the infirmary. She looked up to the black haired man.- Feraht?

- Aleen and I went to talk to the servants and the soldiers. At the end we learned that only about seven of the attackers were identified as actual members of the staff and Army. They let the rest of the perpetrators inside the castle. - He reported.

-As anyone is able to enlist in the army, it is difficult to pinpoint the suspicious people and the investigation is ongoing; but the servants is a different matter. They report that the spies had been undercover for at least three years and those closer to the these spies gave us all the information they remember being told about them. Being as how the rest of the servants on the household are local people and member of families that have served the royal family for generations, they are a very close knit community. They have reported that the spies had been hired by the castle royal housekeeper and the butler. The Butler died in the initial attack, but we have the housekeeper held in custody for questioning. So far Aleen gave me a list of all the staff members hired by the two..- He gave the list to Henriette.

-I have with my Lady’s permission gathered them as well for questioning. All except one of them.- Feraht said pointing at a name on the list.

-Deana…

- How long has she been with you? How is it that she is such a high ranking member of the staff to be your lady in waiting? -Asked Adrien.

-She…she is…- Henriette gave Feraht a sidelong glance and thinking about it for a while she added after a long sigh.- My father… before he died sent her to me.She is…she is Gustav’s illegitimate sister. -There were gasps of shock at the news.- The King knew my father had found out she was the product of a…not very honorable act.- A grunt of distaste could be heard come from both Adrien and Feraht. Bel’s eyes watered with anger.- When he learned my father had taken her for protection the king did not take that kindly. She became my father’s apprentice when I married Gustav. Gustav does not know about this. I promised the king I would say nothing while he still lived… not to protect him, but to protect Gustav and Deana.

-She doesn’t know?

-She does…but knowing the king…she decided she does not want anything to do with him or the crown. She was like a sister to me when we were growing up. We pass her up as the daughter of our late butler. He had been a very reserved man whose wife my father knew could not bear children.

-So you trust her.

-With my life and my children.

-I will keep the secret your majesty. Upon my honor and my mother’s name.- Said Feraht with his right hand on his heart and bowed.

-I swear I will keep it as well.- Said Adrien.

-Damn…poor Deana. I can’t believe I would be able to despise him even more, but here we are. I will keep the secret.- Said Bel thinking of Deana. Then after a second she added.- Wait. That was the reason the king hated…did not like you or your father? Because you knew his dirty secrets?

-And yet that was also the reason I was able to interact with and finally marry Gustav. Gustav needed a scribe and my father offered my services to Gustav. We had known each other since childhood but now I had the chance to have a position as a royal scribe. I did not count on we …- Henriette blushed.- The King did not like me taking the job at first but my father knowing my skills and my desire to be able to do this research reminded him of his unique position and the king ended up agreeing.

-I’m going to need you to tell me how that all started later girl! It sounds so very romantic!.- Said Bel smiling and genuinely curious at seeing Henriette blush.- But I need to focus on the now.

- Yes of course.- Smiled Henriette.

- So we wait for the questioning and then we can leave for home father?

- Yes. Henriette we still agree with your kids being safer in our fortress right?

-Why yes! I still agree and so does Gustav. I will ask you to take Deana with you. I would feel better.

-Sure! She sure is a powerful mage and very caring. To be honest I was going to ask you if we could take her with us. They seem more calm when she is around.

-Well if there are no more issues to discuss, we better rest for the night. The kids have gone through a lot and are probably very tired.- Says Henriette sleepily herself. She has been so busy and worried, if it wasn’t for Adrien and Bel she would have collapsed long ago.

-Erm just one thing…the only thing I do not understand is… Why do they keep calling me “whore of the king”? Do they think Gustav and I ….- Bel adds making a movement with her hands to mean togetherness.- Sorry Henriette…I just… don’t want people to start talking, specially on your behalf. I mean if it was just the insult I wouldn’t care about it…but it’s like, they’re saying …something else.

Adrien and Henriette shared a look for a second and then avoided looking at Bel all together. Feraht saw this and his brows furrowed, but said nothing.

-I suppose it is because as a Summoner you are supposed to help the land alongside the King or whoever is leading the Kingdom.- Henriette said, then added.- but I understand your worry. I will make sure your name is not stained by these ruffians.

- So will I daughter. Their lives will be shorten in any case and they will not have much time to spread their poison.

-Thank you. Like I said…not for me. It is your honor and Gustav’s and you are now their leaders after all…and also Alfonse. I do not want anyone to think I have betrayed him in any way…

 

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The next day preparations were made for the trip. Henriette assigned the officials to oversee everything Bel was doing. They also took over some of her own tasks so she would be able to be there for the packing and have time to be with her kids.

Every day more officials and courtesans would arrive to the the town to help take over their work and in the courtesans case to “help” Henriette with her emotional state. The truth was they only were there for gossip as anyone would know.

Everyone by Gustav’s ordered, was to keep quiet about the important points of the situation. AS much as Gustav would have wanted the world to know of his father’s perfidious last moments. It was counterproductive for the people to lose faith in the crown right now. He also did not want his cousin’s name brought up every time it was talked about and for him to be dragged into those crazy theories. Bel was right. Without the people knowing the truth about who the heir of Líf was, and the Hel cult name calling Bel names, it was quite obvious the people would think there was something more between Bel and Gustav.

This they knew, would turn into problematic gossip for all of them, including his own fallen cousin.And gossip there was, even though Hel was never mentioned. Bel was cause of whispered talks among the servants and soldiers who had witnessed the attacks. Many of them were vile theories of her involvement with the newly crowned Gustav as stated by her. They wondered what part he had played in the General’s death. Some of course had seen the part the previous king had played, but they had kept quiet out of respect for Gustav who they knew was innocent and the fallen general. Of course these whispers were dismissed by the majority who had seen just how much both couples loved each other and the love between both cousins.

 

Thankfully when it came to the actual attacks, he did not know it,but the people themselves would see to it that the attacks would be buried in the obscurity of history. The people themselves decided in almost unison that talking about Hel would be bad luck to them. They did not dare even whisper her name or the incident itself.

Meanwhile Adrien made use of all of his arsenal to get the information out of the captives. This included a potion that had been banned for the danger it possessed. It was a truth serum that had at one point been of very common use, but had been banned due to the unrest it had caused among the common people. It was commonly known now as the Love Killing potion. The main use had been to prove spouse’s faithfulness.

At the end of the day he had the rest of the infiltrated cult members and mostly because they were trying to escape. Sadly the captives had no information about the high ranking members of the cult since they were not known even among themselves for their own protection. Adrien assumed they had enough power to be hidden in plain sight, and that they were members of high society of the Emblan Empire and even Askr.

With this troubling piece of knowledge in mind they went ahead and prepared for the departure.

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The trip from the North City Djuprgat to Nibelheilm Fortress took about a week in leisure time. Adrien’s aim was to cut that time to three days time. The first day of the trek, the breaks were minimal and they were hurried and in constant vigilance. They were still in the vicinity of Djuprgat but still making good time. Bel was in a carriage with the kids and the two nannies Bertha and Deana. Outside riding on both flanks were Feraht and Aleen and heading the group was Lord Andreas himself.

-Come on Mom! Tell us a scary story!!

- Super scary!

- It’s midday! Scary stories are better at night.- Says Bel winking at Deana. Almost right away Alfonse’s voice chimed in.

- I would love to hear one of them now instead…If you don’t mind that is.- He says bashfully. Deana smiled.

-Fine! I give in…let me see…Have you ever imagined being inside a maze?... but not a maze in the gardens of the courtesans… I mean… A Maze that takes a whole Island? One made of stone walls so big not even a giant could see above and so smooth no one could get over.

-That is not scary Mom!

-It is if you get lost inside Oly. It could even be disastrous if no one goes to save you in time.- Says Alfonse.

-Oh but you would save us brother! I know it.

-What if I am inside with you and can not find my way around.

-Oh then It would be even less scary because you would find a way! I just know it!- Says Sharena and Oly agreed eagerly. Alfonse blushed.

- I would not feel alone at all or scared.- Pipes in Oly.

- Oh you wouldn’t feel alone at all…with the Minotaur lurking about….- Bel said ending the sentence with a mysterious voice.

-Minotaur?- Asks Alfonse with widened eyes. - What is that?

- It was a monster half man with the head of a bull that ate people, but if that is not scary enough for you I will tell you one that I heard once when I was like 8 years old.

- How is a monster with a bull’s head not scary?- Asked Deana. Bel smiled and shrugged.

- The one I an about to tell you is different.- There was a pause where she gathered her thoughts and then she started her tale. Her voice sounded mystic and ancient with a thick accent the children had only herd when Be was either too worried or angry.- Once long ago in the land of my ancestors there lived a beautiful girl. Some say she was the princess daughter of the leader of a small kingdom where now lies El Tepozteco. Her skin was smooth and dark like bronze. Her hair black like onyx, volcanic crystal of the Gods. Her voice sweet like the honey made from agaves. She smelled of happiness and flowers. In short she was said to be more beautiful that the pale moon. One day she went to bathe in the river as was the costume. 1)

-So she was pretty like you cousin Bel?- Asked Sharena.

-No Sharena. She was young so she would be more like Oly.- Said Alfonse offhandedly and not looking away. His attentions had piked as soon as Bel said it was a tale of her ancestors.

- Wow … Thanks Alfonse. You made me feel older than the moon …you can call me grandma if you wish.- Bel said mock hurt.

-I… My apologies cousin Bel!! I swear to you I did not meant it that way!

- Don’t worry Alfonse! I’m just kidding. Well… as I was saying…The girl was not only beautiful but she was good and innocent. She was bathing when the wind kicked up. It swirled around her and gave her chills. It behaved so strangely that she grew scared and a while later she went home. Time passes and the girl was not allowed be go outside. Months passed and people wondered if she was sick. Her parents had taken her away to a smaller villa they had in province.

-I think I know where this is going…- Said Bertha. Bel made a face and nodded.

-On the night of the full moon on the distant villa the beautiful princes was about to give birth to a child. Unmarried their parents had not believe her when she told them the wind had been the only one to touch her. They thought she had a lover and wanted to hide her from the people to hide their dishonor. But when the child was born not only was he unwanted by the grandparents he was fearful to look at! The people grew afraid, because now they could see that the child was definitely not human. He was too big and strong and his eyes shone brightly like stars. The parent waited and when the princess slept out of weariness the babe was stolen into the darkness of the night! All along the Dogs Xholoscuntles and the coyotes would howl and bark in fear.

-Why were they afraid?- Asked Sharena with widen eyes. Bel made a gesture for her to wait.

-The man took the babe and with the moon as his witness he put the babe on the anthill of the feared Chancharras Ants that are very big and bite horribly when threatened. They can strip a dead animal to the bone. As soon as the babe touched the ground he started crying and all the animals quietened. Everything was quiet and the man spooked, looked on as the babe cried and the ants would run away from him in fright.- There was a pause for dramatic effect.

-Long nails grew from his little hands and feet and angered, the babe raked at the dirt of the anthill. -Bel motioned with her own long nails scratching them all in turn. Alfonse flinched away from her touch. -His cries reached across the land and nature itself feared it. Even the moon that bathed the child went to hide behind thick clouds and the night deepened in shadows. The man was spooked and ran away.- Bel said and the children drew back in fear.

-The next day the man came back. He expected to find only bones remaining of the boy…but to his surprise, the boy was content. The ants had understood the reason for his cries. He was hungry and they had nurtured him with honey dew and food they had gathered and had stored. They were caring for the child and he was content. More afraid of the child, but fearing to loose his ‘Honor” among the people even more, the man took the child from the ants and placed him on an agave plant which look like aloe but are bigger and have longer thorns on the sides. The man hoped the child would be scratched by the thorny leaves and would be killed by the early Summer sun and carrion beasts.

-But mom…why would he want the baby dead?

-Oly…there are evil people who love power and money more than family. And the baby threatened his power.- Said Alfonse and he lowered his face. He had understood the situation from the beginning as expected. And by the looks of it…he had found a similarity with his grandfather. Bel was about to suggest another story but knowing the ending, she thought better of it. She felt sad for him. A child that young should never experience such troubles.

- But do not worry. The baby did not die. The agave plant sensing the child on top of her; made herself into a cradle and protected him from the rays of the sun and even feed him, her sweet honey. The honey is very nutritious and this made the baby stronger and happy.

-The next day the old man who tended to the agaves came to harvest the aguamiel honey and found the baby asleep cradled lovingly by the plant. The child was beautiful and strong for its two days of life and the talons were gone. Since the man had no children he was happy to have found the child and was sure he was a gift from the Gods so he took him home to his wife.

-The child grew up strong in body and spirit. A good man and very handsome, but sadly his mother passed away when he was a teen and then his father grew very weak. Worse still there was a giant living in the vicinity and he ate people that tried to get past him to go to the city. He knew he was strong enough to kill it but he dared not leave his sick father. When his father finally died he took a satchel and went to kill the giant. On the way he gathered obsidian crystals that were used back in the day as all sort of cutting utensils. When he got to meet the giant. The giant eat him whole!

-NO!- Said said Sharena pouting.

-Ah but all was not lost for he was still alive and inside the giant he took the obsidian crystals and cut him from the inside out until it was dead and he came out of a hole he cut…It was a tiny cut but he was able to come out because he turned into the wind.

-Mom was he as strong as Hercules?

-Yes mija and for the same reason! Hercules was the son of Zeus the Greek god and the child was the son of Ehecatl the god of Wind. His name was Tepoztecatl and he became the god of Pulque the wine made from the agave plant that had nurtured him as a baby and he could turn into wind as well.

-That sounds difficult to say Mami.

-Only at the beginning it sounds difficult but later when….What is going on!?- Bel exclaimed when she felt the carriage come to a stop without warning. Bel and Martha went to look out of their respective windows while Deana shushed the children and made to reassure them everything would be alright.

Outside everything was silent. Aleen stood on her horse griping her lance tight. When she noticed Bel was looking out she took one finger and made a gesture of keeping silence. Bel told the others to do so and went back to looking out of the window but then a loud boom was heard and shouting and the carriage rocked sideways and then a louder boom and it went flying to the side. It landed sideways with the door she was neared to upwards. A huge hole met her gaze and the door was gone.

Everyone inside were tossed around Bel turned her eyes to find Sharena and Oly crying and Alfonse holding them, with Bertha trying to get out of the wreckage. She made to stand and do the same and help her get the children to safety, while Deana made to get the three children together. Bel tried to look out of the hole but she assumed if they were being attacked the enemy would be waiting for them to come out of it. She made a notion for Bertha to try her side which was the ceiling of the carriage and handed her a knife to cut the fabric covering. The wood on the other side was in effect broken. Bertha went out first and was suddenly met with the helpful hand of one Feraht Guerrer who also helped the rest of the people inside.

Once outside Bel noticed there was pieces of wreckage arranged hastily around them and lights of spells coming from all around them.

- Ambush…- Said Feraht.- The scouts and decoy party failed to report and we were just preparing for the assault when it came. We had no time to prevent you.

-Any plan? Where’s father?

-Behind that fallen tree and wagon.- Bel looked towards the the place Feraht indicated. He says he wants to see if they can get them from behind. He sent a messenger to get help….there’s a hamlet nearby.

-I see. We are trapped from all sides. Let me help you.

-They are shooting to stunt.- Said Deana shooting spells toward the nearby treeline.

-They want to take us alive…again…-Bel said and sent a look down to Alfonse who was covering both Sharena and Oly. His brows knitted as he understood.

-Feraht…If they want Alfonse and I… do you think it would be better to split up from the girls? Would this keep them safe you think? I do not want to put Alfonse in danger so I can “ split up” and maybe bait them away. That way their forces would be cut in half for you to make your escape.

-I don’t like it… It does make sense but… it is risky.

- I know but if My presence is endangering the kids, I rather leave them with someone I trust and get the danger away. At leas some of it.

-I’m going with you !- Says Alfonse determinedly.

-NO Alfonse! Don’t leave us!- Cries Sharena. Oly is crying for her mother. Alfonse looked torn between whether to go or stay.

- Alfonse. It is better for you to stay with them. I’ll draw them away. - Bel said and then turned to Oly.- Homey listen I love you and I need you to be extra brave. I will take the bad men away from you so you all can be safe.

-Mami don’t leave me like Daddy did…

-I won’t. - Oly’s words broke her heart but she needed to take the danger away from them.- I will only circle around to the town honey. It is not far but the brave men will take care of the bad men.

- Then I will need to go too or they will stay because of me.- Alfonse told Bel with determination, then he looked down to the girls and added.

 

-We do not want to leave you but we must. Sharena…I need to leave for you two to be safe. We will be back as soon as we can. You will be safe.

- I will trust you brother…please come back.

-Alfonse? Protect my Mami please…Oly asks pouting a little.

-I will.

-We’ll protect each other. Feraht? Stay with them I will take Aleen with us.

-With all due respect Madam, You will need a mage to cover your escape. Leave Aleen to protect the girls. I will go with you.- Responded Bertha.

-OK. Thank you Bertha.

-We still need to tell your father my lady. He is not going to like it.- He turns to the man by his side who is holding up a shield to cover them. They both share a look and Gudrum finally speaks

-Do you want me to stay too Sir?- Feraht nods his head. Gudrum salutes him and turns to the children.- I will guard then with my life My lady!

- My lady…I know you want your daughter taken care of…but you are the one in danger along with the prince… I am going with you. I will not take a no for an answer.- Says Feraht gravely.

-Fine. Thank you. Tell my father while I take something from the carriage to play as a decoy for my daughter. In case they want to use her to get to me.

-Good idea My Lady.

Feraht proceeded to sign to Lord Andreas the plan. The Nibelean troops were able to communicate entirely with sighs after the Viscount had devised the language based on his wife’s recollection of the sign language used in her world.

As expected the Lord was not happy with the idea, but agreed that it was the best curse of action as of the moment. He was going to give them an opening so they would go. Feraht knew where the hamlet lay and would guide them and when the attackers chased the small group Lord Andreas will pursue them, while Deana and Gudrum would get to a safe place in the neighboring town that would serve as a rendezvous point.

At the sound of Lord Andreas shout to attack Feraht whistled for his horse as did Gudrum and some other soldiers. The horses came back. They had been spooked by the initial attack but as any other war horse they were trained to come back when called. The carriage horses on the other hand lay stunned on the ground. Their harness had torn when the carriage had turned over.

With the mages covering their escape Bel took hold of the doll passing as Oly and then Alfonse by the hand and the four of them got out of their hiding spot and on their horses. The rode away and were some distance off when they heard an explosion. Bel’s horses buckled and kicked at an oncoming attacker and as much as Bel tried to hold on she was thrown off the horse. She looked from the ground to see the horse kick at her attacker on the face and see the horse bolt away. She looked back to the chariot and saw it had been destroyed. She saw Gudrum take hold of Sharena and run for cover towards where Lord Andreas’ group was located. Deana did the same with Oly but was blocked and she had to run away towards the opposite side.

-Get the child!! She’s his blood!!

Bel started to run back but her fall had hurt her ankle and was unable to run fast.

-Cousin!! Take hold!!!- She heard Alfonse cry out to her and turned to see him riding back towards her.- He offered a hand for her to climb up the horse and as soon as she was on it he took off dodging the attackers and their spells towards where Deana had gone.

-Hold on Sharena!!! We are coming back!!- He cried when they were near Lord Andreas. Bel had taken the sacred gun and was shooting at the attackers while holding on to Alfonse’s waist

.-I can see them now!! There’s a group of attackers behind them!!- Said Alfonse.

-Get Them!!!

-On the horse!! It’s them!!

Bel heard the voices and saw as more men were closing in on them around the road, while some where following them on horse back. She aimed at the ones she could see. And heard as some of them fell by her shots and some by arrows. Feraht was closing in on them from behind.

Bel felt Alfonse spur the horse on to run faster but the men were now closer and he had to swerve to go around them. Bel kept on shooting while feeling Alfonse’s frustration at not being able to go faster.

-Shoot them!- He cried and Bel did.- To our right!!!

Bel shot at them as fast and as accurately as she could but just as they had a cleared way the horse keeled over and Alfonse was thrown forward and Bel to his side. Spells were shot at them and Bel could only cover Alfonse with her body where he had fallen unconscious. She looked over to Deana and saw her surrounded by attackers. Bel shot at them from behind and felled a couple.

She saw it almost in slow motion just as she felled her sixth man. One of them coming from her left shot at Deana and her tome fell down. She turned around and Bel could see now why she had stopped. Deana had been cornered at a cliff’s edge. Bel’s insides froze in fear at the thought.

-No…-She tried rising up and gather Alfonse but fell down pain shooting up from her right leg, so she kept on shooting from her position. She did no even noticed the figure run fast past her towards Deana who had opened a portal and was jumping inside, holding Oly to her breast, while a shower of spells followed and reached her from behind.

Feraht and Bertha had finally reached them and were shooting the men down but one of them reached Bertha and she fell on a heap by Bel’s side. The few men left jumped to cross the portal but the portal disappeared suddenly sending them down the cliff.

-NOT WHILE I AM ALIVE!!-They heard shouting and the attackers trying to flee.

Bel was shocked speechless. She tried to get up but again she could not put weight on her leg. Men were running around on foot and on horses pursuing the attackers.

- Mam…

-Alfonse??! Alfonse?- Bel turned to the child but he was till out cold. She felt for his pulse and his heart was still beating fine and he was breathing but there was a gash on the left side of his forehead. And he was bleeding from somewhere on his right leg.- He is hurt!! Feraht how is Bertha?

-She…Is unconscious…but fine. Madam…I think they …wounded Deana badly. Those were not stunning spells…No one could withstand so many of them either…

-Who closed the gate?

-It was someone with Baron Gulbrandsen. It was his men who came to our rescue us.-Was Feraht’s answer.

-I have come to aid you. I can carry him on my horse or you if you wish it. I come with the Baron’s men.

Bel and Feraht turned at the sound of the young voice. It was a teen of about 14 or 15 years of age but he was already tall and strong. His skin was a rich tan and his hair pale blond but what struck Bel the most was his bright and expressive dark magenta color eyes. He was getting down his white horse and carried a spear covered in blood.

-I would be grateful if you did. Just let me see if I can heal him a little. - Bel said with her hand on Alfonse’s cheek and trying to stop the bleeding on his forehead with her other one. She asked Feraht to lent her his tome to try and cure Alfonse but he looked like he needed more than what she knew of magic. At least his bleeding had stopped.

When the teen had Alfonse on his arms he heard a gasp and looked down to see the boy’s eyes half lidded and unfocused trying to watch him. They did not last long open before Alfonse was unconscious again, his face falling closer to the teen’s chest. The teen’s reaction was to tighten his hold protectively and lower his face to touch Alfonse’s forehead with his cheek to check for fever.

-He has a fever already.- Said Bel. She looked on the verge of tears as she was helped up by Feraht who was getting her on his horse. She looked reluctant to let the boy too far from her.

-We better take him back to site where they ambushed us.- Feraht said atop his horse and watching the a soldier carry Bertha ho a horse.

-And find out where Deana went. She may have told father she will do this in case of emergencies.

-No.We need to go back to the village. We have our camp there.- Said the teen getting on his horse. He had Alfonse sitting on the horse upright and holding him close to his chest with his right arm.- Lord Andreas will be sending the wounded there. We were sure to let him know.

-Thank you Umm… What is your name?- Bel said remembering she still did not know who he was.

-Bru…Zacharias. My name is Zacharias…- He said turning away from them and spurring his horse he took flight.

Notes:

A/N

1 The Story of Tepoztecatl starts off differently as the “Original” one because I do not know where the teacher read it from when I was in third grade. The story did gave me nightmares btw lol

2.I know we hear Alfonse say Zacharias and the siblings grew up together in canon but also we find out that he is the only one that has been close to Veronica and also is known in Emblan society and to be honest stuff doesn’t add up for their age so I figure he is already a teen who has been with his sister, but later arrived to Askr and to be friends with Alfonse and Sharena when they were still young, then he probably went back to Embla some 4 or 5 years later when he “ disappeared”. The Teen became a man and was later unrecognized by his friends.

#feh alfonse #feh #fire emblem heroes #fire emblem #alfonse #lif #fe heroes #feh lif #feh kiran #feh lif x summoner #feh alfonse x kiran #feh alfonse x reader #feh lif x reader

[mysticpink]

Child!summaner: what if you die and I’m still here?

Alfonse:….then you’ll be all grown up.. and you won’t need me

Child!summaner: I think I’ll always need you

-later-

Lif: *looks at Child!summoner talking to Alfonse*

Child!summoner: I think I always need you…

#fire emblem #fire emblem heroes #headcannons #feh x reader #heroes #alfonse fire emblem #Lif #Summoner #child!reader #child!summaner

[fire-emblem-drabbles]

Pairing: Lif x reader

Prompt: The summoner gets a new outfit, based on Hel.

Description: You were a little apprehensive to try on the clothing made in the style of Hel... You didn't realize it would make Lif even more anxious than you.

Rating: sfw

Word Count: 1299

Notes: Whoo its a fanfiction!!! Not only that its a series!!! Anyways is anyone surprised to find I'm writing Lif to get out a little block in writing. I'm certainly not. This is not looked over at all, and yes I did do a whole ass sketch to decide how I wanted Hel summoner to look. You'll probably see a picture for that soon :eyes:

“Wow this is really different…” You couldn’t help the way your voice softened as you traced delicate fingers over the clothing prepared for you. It sat innocently in your room, delivered by the tailor earlier and waiting for you to come and find it. You had asked them to make you some clothing similar tho the heroes from Hel (as well as those resplendent heroes from there; you did always tend to stare when another hero came though with the macabre designs).

Staring down the clothing now, you can’t help but feel a little intimidated by it. With its shining black armor, intricate designs and carefully chosen accessories you felt for a moment that perhaps something this nice (for lack of a better word) was too good for you. But, you had to remember this clothing was quite literally made for you. Each stitch considered carefully, every color chosen with care…

So its with a deep breath that you begin to dress in the outfit before you. Carefully slipping on your under clothing, you can’t help but admire the delicate headpiece and interesting armor. It was interesting to see what on your old outfit inspired the creation of this one, and the liberties taken by the tailor to create something that could absolutely be seen from the soldiers of Hel.

Once on and seeing yourself in the mirror you couldn’t help but feel a little heat over your cheeks. On the wall this outfit didn’t seem so revealing, but this skirt, with its cut edges seemed to ride up higher than yours, with the cut that usually filled you with confidence running much higher than before-- your saving grace being the bright blue thigh highs that showed just a bit of real skin. The shirt, meant to resemble the skin of the dead brought back, had careful patterns cut from it to show off your actual skin. At least, the armor resting on your chest and hips made you feel a little protected, not something the flimsy cape you wore could do.

Looking at your cloak, sitting lonesome on the bed, you almost felt like it would be better to replace your previous outfit instead. But glancing at your mirror once again, you steeled yourself; you couldn’t let your own awkwardness put this outfit down. So, with confidence renewed, you move to head out your door, trying to decide what heroes you should surprise with your outfit first.

You thought of the Robin’s, how they would probably be delighted to see how you matched them now. Or maybe Alfonse and Sharena, the latter who would be so excited to see you branching out a little with your clothing. There was any number of heroes who would be pleased to see you like this, you were sure. You really just had to pick a direction and walk!

...That was, of course, after you finished your patrol. It was that time. In all your giddiness to try on your new outfit, you had nearly forgotten!

“Ohh I know I asked someone to accompany me today…” You muttered, heading out towards the perimeter of the castle to begin. You couldn’t quite remember who it was, though. Unbothered, and expecting to enjoy their presence anyways, you hum as you reach the spot you usually start your patrol. You didn’t see anyone around, though, so perhaps you were just misremembering the day…

“Summoner…?” You turned to the sound of a gasp, already quiet footsteps stopping at sight of you.

“Oh, Lif!” You smile at him, but his red eyes remain wide with shock. “Is everything alright? I hope I didn’t keep y--!” Your cut off as Lif suddenly sweeps you into an embrace. “Lif?” You curl your head up to look at him, hands pressed against hard armor. But he’s hidden his face against your neck. You can feel your heartbeat picking up next to him. “What’s wrong?” Your voice comes out quieter now, as you take the chance to hug him back.

“This outfit you’re wearing… I…” He stops speaking but it doesn’t stop your eyes from widening. “But you’re still breathing… still alive…” You feel his heavy breath land on your neck, cold as his embrace.

“It was supposed to be for fun…” You admit softly. “I… didn’t intend to scare you.” How stupid could you be? Of course an outfit like this would cause him to act like that!

“For a moment I…” He stops again, pulling you close once more to double check your heart was still beating.

“I’m so sorry…” You pull back, just enough that you can see the sadness in his eyes, just as much as you feel it in the way he refuses to let you go. “I promise, I’m not dead. I’m still here…” Your unsure what else to say, silent as Lif closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

“Don’t apologize. I… was just taken back to the past is all.” You can’t help but frown at his words. “So many times I’ve agonized about not being able to save you, and to see you like this…” He shakes his head.

“I-I can go change! I’d still really like you to join me for my patrol.” You remember how much pleading it had taken to get him to agree in the first place.

“You don’t have to do that. I… just need a moment.” Still, he does not let you go. As if letting you go would change reality, and you too would be under Hel’s domain…

“Then I won’t go anywhere, then.” You were still beating yourself up over being dumb enough to wear this around Lif. You hadn’t even considered how he might feel seeing you like this… “I just got jealous of all the other Heroes getting new outfits, so I wanted to join in on the fun. I really enjoyed the way other heroes outfits came out when based on Hel but…” You sigh and shake your head, unable to finish the thought. “Think of it this way, Lif. I match you now!” You say instead, trying to boost his mood from how somber he had become.

“Match me?” He echoes the words. It wasn’t an entirely displeasing thought, but… Even now, taking another look at your outfit, Lif has to stop the pit of anxiety that fills him. You looked so happy though, smiling up at him in that encouraging way.

“Tell you what. We can go slow on my patrol today, and I won’t drop your hand the entire time.” You decide, pulling back from him but taking his right hand in your left. “I know were both wearing a lot of armor, but you can feel how warm I am, right?”

“...I can.” He nods, because even thought your now gauntlet clad hand, Lif can feel the heat of your hand. It’s very comforting, though he dare not admit.

“Then you can know I’m still alive.” You grin wide at him. “And if anything scary comes along during our patrol, I know I can trust you to keep me alive and safe too.” You added. “So… come on! We’re already running a little behind as it is.” You urge him forward by walking yourself, causing Lif to follow lest he lose the warmth of your hand.

The two of you continued forward like that, silent but happy in one anthers company. Lif wasn’t sure he enjoyed your new outfit yet. However, if it meant he got to hold your hand like this, soak in your warm touch as he had before… perhaps it wasn’t all bad. And like you said; the two of you did match now. You were dressed like him, and not Alfonse so… maybe, there was a chance for him after all.

#lif x reader #feh #fire emblem heroes #feh x reader #lif fire emblem heroes #fe lif #fe lif x reader

[avisteliterature]

Rain

Líf (Fire Emblem) x Reader

RATING: General

GENRES: Fluff/ Drama(?)

WORD COUNT: 441

SUMMARY: You like the rain. Líf likes it too for a specific reason.

Líf watches on with a melancholic look on his face as you stare out the window, seemingly in a daze. It's raining outside with the sky a dark grey, but despite the gloomy appearance of the world right now, you seem rather calm and content.

The former general of the dead knows full well how much you love the rain. If he closes his eyes, he can still remember those precious times in which the iteration of yourself from his world would mischievously pull him out into the rain with child-like glee to play around in. He remembers the moments in which he would kiss you underneath the pouring rain and feel you melt against him.

Perhaps it's because he longed to see that smile once more that he approaches you, gently taking you by the hand. You pull your eyes away from the window to look at him with a questioning tilt of your head. Líf doesn't say anything, merely giving your hand a small tug, wordlessly prompting you to follow him.

Surprisingly enough, the castle is mostly quiet, many of the inhabitants having locked themselves away in their rooms or are otherwise scattered quietly throughout various places around the castle. Líf leads you outside with nothing to shield the both of you from the rain.

"Líf—?!" You're confused by his behaviour.

He doesn't say anything, continuing to drag you along until you both arrive at your favourite spot—the garden. He turns to face you, the two of you getting more and more soaked from the downpour, but it seems like neither of you particularly mind it. You stare up at him, half-expecting an explanation. He doesn't provide one. Instead, he takes your face into his hands and leans down to gently rest his forehead against yours.

"Líf, what's wrong?" You whisper in the small space between you two, feeling concerned for him.

"Nothing," he answers. "I simply thought that you might... enjoy being out here."

You peer up at him, your eyes searching his face for any hidden meaning behind his words and actions, but you aren't able to find any. "...I do," you answer him, a small but genuine smile upon your lips. "I... really like the rain. It's extremely calming. It feels like the whole world just stops, and everything goes quiet."

You pause for a moment.

"What about you?" You ask, curious. "Do you like the rain?"

"...In a way," Líf answers vaguely. "...I suppose I do."

Though his reasons for liking the gloomy weather isn't as poetic as yours. He likes it only simply because it can make you, the one he loves, smile.

#Fire Emblem #Fire Emblem Heroes #Lif #Lif (Fire Emblem) #Líf #Líf (Fire Emblem) #FEH #F: Fire Emblem #C: Líf (Fire Emblem) #R: General #G: Fluff #G: Drama #lif x reader #líf x reader #fanfiction #reader insert #avisteliterature

[sherbet-shark]

The ghost of you

Mini Drabble

Author’s note: I’m trying my hand at writing for another fandom/ and the idea of making this blog a multifandom one is invading my mind asdjkl. Do not interact if you don’t want spoilers for this game. Fire Emblem Heroes. I can’t believe I’m being dragged back into the fandom AGAIN,,

Summary: Líf sees the ghost of you every time he every time sees the summoner of this Askr. You have the same face, mannerisms, and beautiful smile that would’ve made his heart skip a beat. If only…

Trigger Warnings: Character Death, FE: Heroes spoilers, War, Angst

Líf loathed admitting how similar you were to his summoner. After you summoned him to the Order’s side, all he could see was the ghost of you in them. Every little thing, the undead general saw you. Líf knew even though he was undoubtedly in an alternate universe where death won. It stabbed his heart with jealousy and malice towards every peaceful interaction you shared with him.

Stop looking at him like that. Stop asking how he was doing after every battle. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop trying to make his already dead heart beat with love for someone that was already gone…

Why did he have to suffer the horror of losing the love of his life, his family, and the war against Embla while the younger version of himself can revel in your affection, the constant victories, and his remaining family alive? Deep down, Líf knew that for your world to win. His world had to lose, but in that painful, horrific moment. A small piece of his sanity and heart died as his summoner drew their last breath by Eir’s dagger.

That was only the tip of the iceberg, as his Order’s Heroes dropped like flies. It made everyone anxious seeing their beloved Summoner dead by an ally’s hand. Soon after, everyone perished. The taste of defeat and death sat bitterly upon the dead man’s tongue as he held Sökkvabekkr. The metal file in his armored hand tightens as he sharpens his sword. To sheer away unwanted memories, clean away the dried blood of his enemies. To clean away the ghost of you, as his glowing red eyes stared into the blade. What would you say now seeing his damned soul like this?

#Líf x reader #Alfonse x reader #fire emblem heroes #fe heroes #fe Líf #sherbet writes #depending on how well received this is I might go multifandom #feh lif #Lif x reader #feh x reader

[cherry-flavoured-thot]

Aww, could we get some poly! Lif and Thrasir headcanons? I'm attracted to them 🙊

haha about to hit you with a scenario instead- 

Your laughter is contagious. Lif and Thrasir have both relented to that fact, accepting the way any tension either of them may have eases at the simple sound. However, Lif is able to get away with the possible effects of hearing your due to the fact that if a smile slips through because of it, the smile would be hard to spot. 

Thrasir has to try a slight bit harder to fight the way the corner of her lips threaten to turn upwards. “Surely it wasn’t that funny.” She reasons, more with herself than you, but when her attempt at reason only causes you to laugh harder as the memory replays in your head again, she’s lost. 

“He just walked straight through the wall! How is that not funny?” You were referring to an incident in which one of the armoured heroes just walked straight through one of the castle walls, Anna and Alfonse were both horrified but you just laughed. “How do you even do that?”

“Maybe they couldn’t see out of their helmet.” If you couldn’t see Lif smile, you could hear it from the slight hint of playfulness in his tone. Thrasir, now considering his words becomes troubled. 

“Wouldn’t you feel a wall? Especially if you were amongst the living?” Thrasir’s confusion only seems to make you laugh louder, not that either of them mind. Your laughter is contagious but very rarely do they contribute to the cause of it, the fact that this time they could makes both of their chests swell with a rare warmth. 

#fire emblem #fire emblem heroes #fe #feh #lif #lif fe #lif feh #thrasir #thrasir fe #thrasir feh #fe x reader #feh x reader #my writing tag

[mecharlie-fox]

FeH: Lif X Summoner/Reader "Save Yourself."

Based on the Book III chapter where Lif and Thrasir became puppets for Hel after their confrontation with Alfonse and co.

You were his Summoner. Unlike the other Summoner who hailed from the World of Steel, you were more experienced in the art of mastering heroes and the mysterious magic that surrounded the phenomenon. Blessed by the dragon god of creation, tasked into protecting the realms - you have served countless of worlds throughout different eras. You did not age, you did not question your tasks, you did not question destiny.

You made friends with your previous comrades, defeated tyrants and conquerors. You could argue that you have seen everything and have prepared for everything, as a summoner, as a hero, and as a tactician. You guided young Summoners and Heroes in other worlds whenever you had a chance - in a sense, you were a mentor, a comrade, and a friend. But when you found yourself in the World of Zineth, you thought that it was going to be the same cycle as it's always been.

You summoned heroes, you fought in battles, participated in this war as per request of your contractor... you eventually made new friends and comrades - but you never expected to fall in love.

For the first time in all of your lifetimes, you wanted a family. You wanted to marry. You wanted to leave this world of yours behind and start a new one with him.

But Death came and took him away from you. Hel couldn't touch you because your soul belonged to the divine dragon god of creation. To go against the dragon was asking for a conflict that she knew she could never win. You were told that you couldn't do anything about it. That you couldn't save them no matter what you did. But you couldn't forget, the guilty consciousness of failing them as a summoner, as a hero, and as a friend was swallowing you whole. Alfonse trusted and loved you, but you couldn't do anything but watch.

He believed you were dead just like the rest of them.

It broke your heart when you saw him in Hel's grasps wearing the black armor and those lifeless eyes of his. You saw it in his eyes as if you felt that you betrayed him by being alive. You served this other summoner as a hero and like other heroes, you can fight but the contract isn't the same when it comes to you. You were a summoner first, a Hero second.

When a Hero dies they can be revived by the summoner. But a summoner who dies was a different story. You were proficient in your magic and you were well versed with your knowledge of rites and runes.

You decided on your own punishment for abandoning the people you were supposed to protect as a summoner.

After Lif and Thrasir were defeated by Alfonse and his summoner, they've become nothing more but puppets without their souls. You didn't know why but you could feel their life somewhere within Hel's domain and began to think. The other summoner needed to reach Hel with the Breidablik you abandoned. They were insistent that since it was originally yours, you should kill Hel. But you declined and said: "I have my own part in this game. I will buy you time."

At first, they refused, not wanting to leave you behind. But they were young with so much ahead of them, they can have a future that you couldn't get because you were so dedicated to your summoner role. You wanted them to live. Prince Alfonse was hesitant to even agree. Eir didn't want to let you go a second time but you had no choice. You wanted to finish what you started, and proceeded to battle alone with a single sword.

Your destiny was right in front of you. You love Alfonse, you still do. And you wanted them to live no matter what. You didn't care about your future anymore - you had to make this work because you don't know what you'll do if it doesn't.

It was difficult facing both Alfonse and Veronica on your own, even when you were able to manage - you had one goal in mind. To live a life filled with regret, that's not living anymore. Your main focus was Lif, the Alfonse you love and still care for. You did your best to match his footwork and avoided his deathblows, dodging any attacks from Thrasir or Veronica who can kill you with her magic.

You were injured severely, they were about to leave you alone because Hel didn't need you dead. But you stubbornly stood up, Fólkvangr still in hand. "I have... nothing left to lose..." you mumbled under your breathe.

He was still in there. You know it. In silence, as you positioned yourself to attack, you prayed your message: "Alfonse. When you wake up things will be different again." The worlds will be different, everything will be different because you were willing to defy destiny for him. You were willing to defy your role for him. You were willing to sacrifice everything you had left for him.

You were relentless. Not giving him room to dodge, not giving him the space to breathe. Each blow was stronger than the last because you were giving more than what you were supposed to. Thrasir tried to stop you with her magic, but you nullified them with your own - runes always did outdid magic from other realms.

You had Thrasir where you wanted her, and you only need a little push for Lif to be where he should. Without any other choice, you forced yourself towards him - your blade against his - you could feel your soul being pulled out because of that cursed blade that Hel gave him. Forcibly, you had his sword fly away from his hand - knocking him off his feet and pressing Fólkvangr on the ground, just beside him.

You could feel Thrasir about to cast a spell, but you were too tired to do anything else and proceeded with your plan. "Save... yourself." You mumbled before his lifeless body pushed you away. It felt as if Hel saw the whole thing through his eyes.

Hel saw how you smirked.

When you landed on the ground, feeling every scrap of pain a human body could imagine - magic circles appeared below from where the two generals stood. You knew things would be different once it was all over. If you can't end Hel... then the other Summoner would. It is as it should be.

This was your choice, your punishment.

"...What... happened?" Thrasir turned to Lif who was puzzled himself. The last thing they both remembered was Alfonse and the other Summoner defeating them. And then what? "Alfonse...?"

Veronica called. The fallen Askran prince's gaze went to where Veronica was pointing - to see a body lying down on the ground. He knew those robes. "Y/n?" He couldn't believe it as he mumbled your name. "Y/n!" He called out again as he ran towards you and held you close.

But it was all done. There was nothing he could do. Your eyes were slightly open but he didn't need anyone else to tell him. You were already dead.

You were truly dead.

#feh #fire emblem heroes #fe heroes #lif #alfonse #fjorm #lif x summoner #summoner is reader #summoner can be your oc #alfonse x summoner #lif x reader #alfonse x reader #summoner was willing to sacrifice everything they had left for their prince

[ao3komorii]

The Last Hope of a Fallen Prince (FEH Lif/Reader)

This is the last of the Fire Emblem oneshots I’ve written, so enjoy! :) Lif is definitely my fav FEH guy for obvious reasons so I wanted to write a nice story for him! The only other Fire Emblem thing I have right now is a semi-written Sylvain oneshot, but I’m not sure when I’ll get around to finishing it.

For clarity purposes, Reader in this story is Kiran from Lif’s world, not from the main FEH world, but still no names or name blanks are used. Also, to make things easier on everyone, Lif is always referred to as Lif and Alfonse is referred to as Alfonse even if other characters address Lif by his other name. Also, there is smut at the end! ----

You had held out hope, but you felt your heart shatter as Hel’s scythe swiped across Sharena’s back. Alfonse’s cry for his sister rang out loudly in the otherwise deathly quiet battlefield in time with your gasp as Sharena’s body hit the ground. You weren’t given a moment to process the loss of your fallen friend when Alfonse screamed your name from across the battlefield at the same time as you felt a looming presence behind you as a scythe was lowered to your neck, gleaming with sinister purple energy.

“So pitiful,” Hel remarked dispassionately. “You had no chance against death.”

Alfonse was still running towards you, his sword drawn as tears streamed down his face. But Hel was death, and death did not care to give any fighting chances. Death would take lives unfairly, and one last cry of your name from Alfonse was the last thing you heard before the scythe was brought back into your neck, ending what little fight you had left as Hel let you fall limply to the ground, her job done and this world conquered of its resistance to her nature.

“We won’t be able to defeat Hel unless we can get Líf’s help,” Anna admitted reluctantly. “I wish I could think of any other way.”

“I don’t know how to get through to him,” Alfonse lamented. “I know that we’re the same person, but I couldn’t imagine serving Hel. I fear that the other me’s heart may be out of our reach.”

The group looked around, in low spirits, but nobody volunteered any ideas. At least a few minutes passed in this deep mist of looming defeat until the princess of Askr raised her head suddenly, staring ahead at the summoner and alerting Anna’s attention.

“What is it, Sharena?” Anna asked, a hand on her friend’s shoulder.

“Summoner!” Sharena exclaimed. “I have a plan that may be tricky, but it could be our last hope of reaching the Alfonse of this world.”

Sharena looked over to her brother, who looked troubled, but nodded back to her. “You have been able to summon heroes from any point in their lives, right?” she asked the summoner, and received a nod in reply.

“But we’re nowhere near the summoning stones!” Alfonse protested.

“And who could we summon that can convince Líf to help us?” Anna added.

Sharena smiled confidently at the others, but kept her focus on the summoner. “Even without the summoning stones, your Breidablik connects you to other worlds, so couldn’t it connect you to your other self?”

“You’re saying that she should try to summon the summoner from Líf’s world, when she was still alive?” Anna probed, thinking about it for a few seconds before a fire ignited in her eyes. “That could work! After all, if he’s anything like our Alfonse, Líf must care for his summoner a great deal. She might be the only one to make him see reason!”

“Anna!” Alfonse protested, face red with embarrassment.

“That’s what I was thinking!” Sharena replied excitedly. “My brother would do anything for her!”

Anna and Sharena grinned at each other, feeling hopeful for the first time in a long time, while the embarrassed prince and summoner stared anywhere but at each other, cheeks warm. While she looked at the ground, the summoner considered this idea. If she could reach her other self, just before she was killed by Hel… it could save everyone. Líf would not listen to her, but he was determined to save his own summoner. She would give it a try, she decided, raising Breidablik as the heroes around her all fell silent, hoping their summoner would be able to pull off a miracle.

Sharena was gone, taken cruelly by Hel’s scythe that had already taken so many lives. Before you could blink, she was upon you, blade poised to take your life. Alfonse could not stop this, you knew that much for sure. You closed your eyes, too scared to look at Alfonse as tears rolled down your cheeks. You opened your eyes again as the scythe advanced on your neck, Alfonse screaming your name, but then everything around you dulled slightly.

As Hel swung her scythe towards your flesh, you felt a hum from your Breidablik, hanging at your side. You quickly reached down to touch it, and as soon as you did, you felt a pull. In front of your eyes, you saw a light so bright that it made you close your eyes in fear of being blinded. And above all, you felt that someone needed your help, that they just needed you to reach back towards them with your Breidablik. Your only other option was certain death, and so you reached back, straining yourself to make the connection between you and the mysterious force absolute.

Your body felt light for a moment, and you had no idea what was happening. You opened your eyes only when the aggressive light surrounding you dimmed, and then you finally opened your eyes and realized that you were not in Hel’s clutches anymore. Your first thought was that you had died, that this was some heaven where you could be with your friends again. But then you caught sight of a familiar figure, one you had only seen before in mirrors or clear, reflective ponds.

It was you, surrounded by Anna, Alfonse, Sharena, Eir and all the other heroes you had come to know as friends and allies. Your eyes stuck on Sharena especially; you had just watched her die, she should be dead. You took a staggered step towards her, then another, and then just ran at her, wrapping your arms around her as she cried out in surprise. She raised her arms to hug you back, and allowed you to stay like that for a moment before you pulled apart. You were so happy to see all of them, but were met with sad, pitying gazes, which made you feel like you were missing some important piece of information.

“Summoner!” Anna addressed you. “There’s something we must tell you.”

You were feeling on edge, and stared at Anna warily, which she took as a sign to continue. “We’re from an alternate world to yours, and you’re the only one who can save our world.”

You reeled back in surprise, unintentionally meeting eyes with your other self, who removed her hood to let you see that she looked exactly like you. Sharena looked uncomfortable, but she stepped closer to you, and looked like she was forcing herself to speak up.

“Your world was destroyed by Hel. She left only my brother and Veronica alive, and she told them that for every person from our world they killed, one person from your world would be saved.”

“Alfonse…” You couldn’t believe it. “He serves Hel?”

Alfonse also stepped forward as his name was called. “I cannot imagine it myself, but the other me could not handle the loss of his world and is unwilling to help us fight Hel.”

“He goes by Líf now,” Anna added. “And while we do not have the power to bring your world back, we think that you are the only one who can convince Líf to help us defeat Hel once and for all.”

This was all so sudden that you were having a hard time processing everything. You couldn’t believe your sweet, kind Alfonse would serve Hel, but in your last moments in your world, you saw the devastation in his eyes. This did not seem like a nightmare of Hel’s creation, so you had no choice but to take them at their word. If Líf was the only thing standing in the way of Hel’s defeat, then you would do anything in your power to convince him. You would make him see that he was not alone.

“I’ll help you,” you agreed.

“Thank you!” Sharena cheered. “He may not be from my world, but he is still my brother, and I don’t want to see him do this to himself any longer.”

“Then we move out!” Alfonse announced. “If we venture further into Hel’s domain, Líf is sure to make an appearance.”

As everyone separated and prepared to move out, Anna approached you with Eir by her side.

“I just wanted to warn you, you may not recognize what your Alfonse has become,” she said sadly. “It has been years since his world perished, and he has grown, warped by Hel’s influence. But no matter what he looks like, you must remember that he is the same man he was when you last saw him.”

Eir bowed her head slightly to you, face full of sorrow. “I am deeply sorry for the pain my mother has caused you,” she apologized.

“It’s not your fault,” you replied. “But I’m just scared to see what is left of Alfonse. I don’t know if I can get through to him.”

“Hey, are you doubting an Anna-approved plan?” Anna joked, forcing a grin on her face. “If you can’t convince him, we’ll make another plan. But everyone here believes in you!”

You couldn’t help a small smile; Anna’s enthusiasm really was infectious. And she was right; if you gave up here, that meant that you were giving up on Alfonse too. You would save him, you would make him see reason. You were nervous to see for yourself exactly what had happened to him in the years that had been seconds for you. As gloomy as the situation seemed, the more you thought about it, the more you wanted to see him.

“We’re ready to march out,” Alfonse announced, startling you as you hadn’t even realized that he had approached your group.

“Right, I’m going to make sure we’re not low on any supplies!” Anna said, giving you a smile and a wave as she went on her way, Eir looking between you and Alfonse before hurrying after Anna.

You stared at their backs as they left, and Alfonse slowly approached you. When you finally looked over at him, he had pity in his eyes, but held your gaze. You felt mixed feelings as you stared at him; he looked like your Alfonse, at least the last time you had seen him only an hour ago, but he wasn’t of your world. You were the stranger here, and while everyone had been kind to you, you felt lonely.

“I’ve talked with him before… the other me,” Alfonse said as you both turned your heads to watch Anna conduct her final checks on the supplies. “He’s doing what he thinks is right. That is the only way he has to reconcile things in his own mind.”

“I can’t imagine how things have been for him,” you admitted. “For me, it’s been no time at all, but he’s gone years without anybody.”

“I’m sorry that we are asking so much of you,” Alfonse said. “But the way he is now, Líf will not listen to us. Someone from his world, someone important to him like you is the best hope we have.”

You were embarrassed to hear him speak so openly about your importance to Líf. The Alfonse you knew had a lot of trouble being open with his emotions, but maybe it was easier for him to talk about because he technically wasn’t speaking about himself. You were sure that both of you felt awkward; it was hard for you to see Alfonse, but know that he wasn’t the Alfonse that you knew, and he clearly didn’t know how to comfort you, likely blaming himself in some way for his other self’s actions.

Alfonse’s attention was drawn away from you when Anna signalled him forward as the army began to march out. He started forward, but then stopped, remembering that you were still there. They had a battle to fight, so you couldn’t take even more of his time.

“Go ahead, I’ll be fine,” you told him, and he looked reluctant, but nodded and headed to meet Anna at the front of the army.

You followed behind, staying in the middle of the pack. You noticed stares from the heroes around you, but nobody approached you. You knew that they were all uncertain of what to say to you. You looked exactly like their own summoner, but unlike her, your world and everyone you cared about here was dead, all but Alfonse. You didn’t blame them; you wouldn’t know what to say to you either.

“I really think you can do it.”

You hadn’t noticed Sharena approach you, but she matched your pace to walk by your side.

“I know that we’re not from your world, but we’re all by your side,” she added. “It doesn’t matter what world you’re from, you’re still my friend!”

“Thanks, Sharena,” you replied as you both began to walk up a desolate hill.

“I know the other me would want us keep your spirits up!” she said resolutely. “Just leave it to your best pal, Sharena!”

Her cheerfulness was helping you feel better. You needed to keep your morale up if you were to get through to Líf. But you worried about what he was like now; would he even listen to you, or recognize you? Your Breidablik had disappeared the moment you had been teleported here, and you didn’t know if he would take you at your word that you were you. A part of you also worried that he would just attack you upon seeing you. You had no idea at all what to expect.

“What does he look like?” you asked Sharena what you had been wondering for a while.

Sharena furrowed her eyebrows; not upset, but in a way that you felt she wasn’t sure exactly where to start. Her lack of an immediate answer made you assume the worst, your mind coming up with dozens of gruesome scenarios.

“Is he…” You almost didn’t want to say it. “A zombie?”

Sharena’s eyes widened. “Oh… no! Not in the rotting flesh way at least!”

She cleared her throat, looking you in the eyes as she answered. “Well, he’s older… he looks at least a few years older. I always thought he would look more like father when he got older, but…”

You nodded politely and Sharena sheepishly apologized for getting off track. “There is a lot that you will have to see for yourself, but just remember that he is still the same prince that hid in his room when he had to wear his hare outfit!” she giggled. “At least I assume he had one in your world too!”

“He did,” you confirmed, a smile lighting your face at the memory.

“He’s too awkward!” she teased. “I had to trick him into leaving his room!”

“His bunny ears were so cute,” you added.

“I know!” Sharena agreed. “Very worth the fight I had to put up to get him to wear them!”

As you walked along, the scenery changed even further. You supposed that maybe you would recognize this place if it looked like it did years ago, but the land was poisoned with death, warped away from familiarity. The grass was dead and grey, crumbling into dust under your feet. Hel had drained the soul from this place, and wouldn’t stop her conquest unless you stopped her. You would have to believe that there was a way to kill death. You didn’t want these heroes and their world to suffer the same fate as yours had.

The next hill opened up to a large valley, a river flowing down the middle that was bordered by trees on either side. You were observing the livelier than usual scenery when the silent march was interrupted by some cries from the back of the army.

“It’s an ambush!” you heard, and Sharena immediately drew her lance as she turned to face the group of dark mages that had gathered for a sneak attack from behind you.

“Get to the valley!” Alfonse shouted, rushing over to the back while Anna began leading the troops to a better position, all rushing down towards the valley.

The order’s mages launched a counterattack, which allowed Alfonse and Sharena to take the mages down cleanly. You followed behind Anna’s group; you figured that it would be safer for you to be with the majority of the army. In your haste, you stumbled on a dip in the hill and fell forward, tumbling down a few feet, which ended up being a good thing as a blast of dark energy sailed over your head and impacted the area where you had just been.

You looked up, startled by the sudden attempt on your life to see enemies emerging from the opposing hill that overlooked the valley. You realized immediately that you were all sitting ducks running into a trap. The rest of the army had gotten fully down the hill, and hadn’t noticed the threat yet. You had to warn them.

“They’re on the hills!” you screamed desperately. “Get to the trees!”

Anna looked back at you, nodding quickly before giving the order for the army to set up a vantage point in the large outcropping of trees in the valley. With a resounding cry, the enemy troops began to rush down the hills, and you realized that you had to move. You heard Sharena shout your name, and you stumbled to your feet as she and Alfonse ran down the hill towards you.

Sharena helped you down the hill as Alfonse rushed to meet the coming enemies with the rest of the army. You looked up at the charging troops of the dead as they approached, wanting to find Líf with your eyes, but you didn’t see anyone who looked anything like Alfonse.

You did however notice a woman with long flaxen hair who seemed to be staring directly at you, even from all the way across the valley. You wanted to point her out to Sharena, but when you looked back, the mysterious woman was gone. You turned back to Sharena as you both entered the trees to make your way to regroup with everyone, mind still on the woman. You saw a flash of green, and only heard Sharena’s cry before she tackled you to the ground, the spot where you had just been scorched and your cloak singed at the ends by sparks from the powerful magic.

Sharena was up in an instant. “Thrasir!”

Looking at the mage up close, her hands glowing with green energy, you were scared. Without even Breidablik to defend yourself, you were a clear burden on Sharena in this fight. Alfonse had gone ahead of you, so you and Sharena were alone here. Sharena pointed her lance at the impassive woman, who stared past her at you, her stare unnerving you. Why couldn’t you shake off a sense of familiarity as you looked at her?

Sharena blocked the first blast of magic, but it was clearly a losing battle. Thrasir targeted you with her magic, and it was all Sharena could do to block the spells before they got to you, not gaining any ground in the fight because she had to protect you. You tried to dodge her attacks, but it was as if Thrasir could predict your movements before you made them, getting closer to hitting you with each blast.

Sharena was having a hard time keeping up, and one well-placed feint from Thrasir finally caught Sharena in her chest, throwing her onto her back. You rushed to her, but found that she had been knocked unconscious. The woman didn’t seem to care to finish her off, her predatory eyes locked directly on you. You wanted to help Sharena, but you would have to believe that she would be okay. If you stayed here, you would die. This way, you could at least lure the mage away from Sharena and give her a fighting chance while you ran for your life.

You turned and fled, hoping that Sharena would forgive you. You didn’t hear footsteps behind you, but you knew that Thrasir was coming after you. She had easily herded you away from the rest of the army, so you would have no help unless you could get back there or someone found you. At this point, you weren’t sure which scenario was less likely to happen.

Trees around you fell to her magic as you desperately tried to dodge her attacks. You had evaded her so far, but it was at the cost of your stamina. Your chest heaved, throat burning from the effort. You were starting to slow down, and Thrasir used that to her advantage. You stumbled back, scrambling to get out of the way as Thrasir felled several trees which landed in your way, blocking your path entirely. You turned back, on your hands and knees, to watch as Thrasir approached you. You were caged in with no hope of escape. You wouldn’t even find Líf before you died. The other you’s attempt to save her world and defeat Hel had ended before you could say even one word to Líf.

You didn’t want to die here, but you couldn’t bring yourself to even look at her, burying your face in your hands as you sunk into despair for everyone who would suffer because of your death. You had let everyone down, and it was too much to take. You felt the intensity of her power as she charged it up to end your life, the wind whipping intensely around you and knocking your hood off of your head. Thrasir released the blast with a triumphant cry, and you apologized to everyone in your head for letting them down.

“You…!”

You were alive. You felt little sparks of pain, but nothing had hit you straight on. You hesitantly uncovered your eyes, immediately noticing the large figure in front of you, back turned to you and cape fluttering in the residual wind. You looked past him to see Thrasir, who looked angry.

“You’re weak!” she spat. “You know that you must kill her!”

The man did not reply, but her words made him glance back at you quickly, so quickly that you couldn’t get a good look at his face.

Thrasir glared fiercely at you, and then looked back to the man. “If you do not kill her, I will. Remember what is at stake here.”

She wasted no further time with you, moving her hand quickly and summoning a portal that she stepped into, disappearing in an instant. Your fear didn’t disappear, but you felt some tension release as there was one less imminent threat on your life. This man had saved you, but you didn’t know his motivations. You were expecting him to turn around and finish you off, so you were surprised when he conjured his own portal, all without turning to face you.

“Wait!” You didn’t know why you called out to him, but something in you drew you to him.

He finally turned, and his eyes were bright red, but you knew those eyes anywhere. You shakily stood up, body on autopilot as you moved towards him. Every step that you made towards him caused him to retreat further away from you. Was he just going to run away? He entered the portal without saying a word, and you sprinted after him, barely making it in before it closed, not knowing where it was sending you.

The feel of stale air hit you as you gasped for breath, the stress of going through the portal hitting you hard. While you were struggling, the man just ahead of you looked fine. He hadn’t turned back to look at you, but you weren’t going to let that stop you.

“I knew you would follow,” he said, and you weren’t sure what to think of his new deeper voice, tone gravelly from the weight of several hard years on his soul. “You were always too optimistic for your own good.”

He clearly assumed that you were the you from the other world, and it hurt to see him speaking about you in the past tense. You had been dead to him for years, and your heart broke for him. You didn’t know what to say, but you had to say something, had to let him know who you really were. You weren’t sure what to call him, so you decided to start out slow so that you wouldn’t throw him off the emotional deep end immediately.

“Líf…” you said, and he stopped walking away from you at the sound of your voice.

He stood still, and you took the opportunity to walk closer to him. As you did, you noticed that your surroundings seemed familiar. It was a dilapidated castle hallway, banners and portraits on the walls ripped but familiar. So this was what had become of the Askrian castle. It was broken and crumbling, much like the man who stood before you, bearing the burden of his lost world and dead loved ones. The burden of knowledge had been hard on you, but it hadn’t been years for you like it had for him.

“I should kill you,” he growled. “I need to kill you. It’s the only way.”

“You don’t understand, I’m not–”

He finally turned around, and you were shocked into silence as you finally saw the full extent of what Hel had done to him. Sharena had been accurate in her limited description, but hadn’t gone far enough in emphasizing the stark differences in the prince. His eyes glowed unnaturally red, his hair so long that it reached his neck. He was taller, broader than you remembered him being, the colors he now wore leaving no doubt as to who he served. And you couldn’t ignore the most startling part of his new appearance, his spine and ribs being visible, swathed in a ghastly blue light.

His hand was on his sword, but he seemed to be struggling to draw it as you stared each other down. You couldn’t let fear stand in your way, so you walked closer, even as he drew his sword, looking like a wounded animal. This was your only chance, and you weren’t about to let it slip away.

“Alfonse, I–”

“That is not my name anymore,” he snarled self-deprecatingly. “I threw Alfonse aside when I became this beast.”

You noticed a bright light begin to shine at his side as you approached. One step closer allowed you to discover that it was Breidablik… your Breidablik. He had kept it with him after you had died. He noticed your stare, looking down at himself to see what you were looking at. As soon as he saw the legendary weapon’s gleam, his head snapped up to look at you in confusion.

“Alfonse,” you tried again. “That’s mine. The summoner of this world brought me here right before Hel killed me. I’m–”

Your words were stifled by a loud clang as Líf’s sword slipped from his grasp and fell to the floor. You couldn’t wait any longer and rushed to him, wrapping your arms around him as he slumped to the floor.

“You… you died, so long ago…” he stammered, so quietly that you could barely hear him.

“I’m alive… they saved me,” you reassured him. “The last thing I remember was you calling my name, with Hel’s scythe at my neck, and then I was here.”

Líf did not reply, but by the shaking of his body, you could tell that he was crying. You patted his back, and gradually his arms came up to wrap around your waist, his armor cold against your body. You stayed like that for a while, arms around each other, until Líf stood up, brining you up with him.

He conjured another portal, and you quickly grabbed his hand, partly worried that he would leave you again. He didn’t resist, leading you through the portal and into a very familiar room. It had been yours, back when you had lived in this castle. Everything was where you had left it, but covered in a layer of dust from lack of use.

“I come here when I need to think,” Líf admitted quietly.

You tugged on his hand and pulled him to sit at the edge of your bed with you. You wanted to comfort him with your words, but you knew nothing you could say would erase the years of pain and loneliness he had endured. You leaned over to rest your head on his shoulder and felt him freeze up. It made sense; you had never been so touchy with him before this, and you doubted that he had any affectionate contact in the years since Hel’s conquering of your world. The thought made you want to spoil him with affection, and so you leaned further into him, placing a hand over his chest, your palm against the transparent plate that covered his abdomen.

He eventually relaxed into the contact, putting an arm around you and letting you snuggle into his side. You could feel him physically release some of the tension he had held onto for years; he had you back, at the very least. But you couldn’t forget why you were here.

“Their world needs you,” you said softly, and Líf sighed.

“I know…” he admitted. “But helping them would go against Hel. If I do that, we’ll never get our world back. I’ll never see Sharena again…”

The thought was too painful, and you felt the anguish radiating from him. All you could see were his eyes, and you longed to look at the rest of his face under his jagged mask. You pulled away from him to stare into his eyes, placing your hands on either side of his mask while asking for permission with your eyes.

He nodded ever so slightly, closing his eyes and allowing himself to be bared fully to you as your hands found the latches of his mask and gently pulled it from his face. The lower half of his face was the same pallor as the rest of his face, his lips pale and cheekbones a little more prominent than they had been when you had last seen him. His eyes opened once again as his mask was removed, but he wouldn’t look at you.

“I wanted to see you again… but I didn’t want you to see me like this,” he said, and you could hear the sadness in his voice. “What I let Hel do to me… it’s shameful.”

“Alfonse, I don’t care what you look like. I just want to be by your side,” you replied earnestly.

“I don’t deserve your kindness,” he said simply, staring at his lap.

“You do!” you protested. “You did this to yourself because you had no choice! You did this to save everyone Hel killed. All this proves to me is that your kind heart hasn’t changed.”

“I don’t have a heart anymore. It died the day I lost you, Sharena… everyone. The Heart’s Rite doomed us all.”

Your words weren’t reaching him. No matter what you said, it wasn’t enough to bring him out of his own thoughts. You desperately wanted to show him how much you cared, so you would have to be brave for him. With your heart beating rapidly in your chest, you grasped his chin, titling his head to face you. He stared at you finally, his sadness turning to a startled longing as you leaned in closer to him, so obvious about what you were intending to do that there was no room for misinterpretation. You gave him the time to reject you if he wanted to, but he didn’t, closing his eyes at the same time you did as your lips met with his.

He was cold, but the warmth of your skin slowly started to seep into him as you kissed. You were surprised that he was kissing you back considering how hard he was on himself, but it made you happy nonetheless. You had never worked up the courage to kiss him before, despite harboring a rather large crush on the prince pretty much since you had met him. Despite his current scary exterior, he was so gentle with you, as if he was afraid you would crumble under his touch.

You pulled back from him as your feelings for him overwhelmed you. He kept his eyes closed, chasing your lips until you placed a finger on his mouth, his ruby red eyes opening to look at you with silent questions evident in his expression.

“I love you,” you told him, giggling at his shock and embarrassment as he tried to hide his face from you.

“What are you doing?” you asked him, and he dropped his hands in his lap, but was still too shy to look at you.

“I… I never thought…” he stammered, and it was all you could do not to openly laugh at him. As intimidating as he tried to be, he could never fully discard the awkward nature he had always had.

You had already confessed, so you might as well go all the way in on the chance that it could help him further return to you. “Pretty much since I met you, Alfonse. You’re so handsome and kind, and you care so much for your people…”

“I’m not the same man I once was,” he answered gruffly.

“Is this your way of telling me that you don’t return my feelings?” you asked, hoping that you could trip him up and get him out of his haze of self-deprecation. You knew Alfonse, and you knew that he would never kiss anyone that he didn’t have feelings for. You desperately hoped that this part of him was still the same as it had been.

As usual, he fell right into your trap. “No, I… I do love you, but–”

“But nothing,” you interrupted coyly. “If we both like each other, then you should kiss me again.”

You successfully flustered the prince into speechlessness, the tiniest flush permeating his pale cheeks. He stared at you again, his eyes drawn to your lips, and this time he was the first one to lean over to kiss you. You knew how hard it was for him to be vulnerable, so you would make the most of this. A small part of your mind knew that your allies were waiting on you to bring them Líf’s help, but all you wanted in this moment was to comfort him. You would ask him again when romantic tensions were less high.

You let the kiss go at Líf’s pace, and he kept things slow and gentle, cradling your jaw with one hand, careful not to prick your skin with his armor. His longer hair tickled your cheeks as you pressed yourself as close to him as you could be without sitting in his lap. He leaned into you further in response, his other hand sliding into your hair. You lost track of time, and soon he began to feel tiredness creep up on you. You wanted to stay awake and keep kissing him, but Líf felt you start to droop and pulled back. He gently maneuvered your body back until you were laying down on the bed.

“Rest,” he told you softly.

“Will you–” You were too worried to voice the question out loud, scared of the answer.

He looked down at you tenderly, moving some hair from your face. “Yes, I will stay here with you.”

You smiled, crawling under the covers at last, one hand creeping out from underneath them to hold one of Líf’s hands as you relaxed enough for you to fall asleep.

Líf watched over you as you slept, keeping your hand in his as if you would disappear if he let go. No harm would likely come to you anyways; Thrasir knew that he came here occasionally, but she would not intrude on him. She wanted their world back as badly as he did, and they had come to trust each other over their years of servitude under Hel. He had to admit that he found himself wanting to do what you had been asking of him, even though it would mean going against Hel and losing his only chance to save his people. He had been a monster for so long that he hadn’t been able to see a way out, not until you came. He just didn’t know how he would explain himself to Thrasir.

He found himself staring at your lips as you slept peacefully. He still couldn’t believe you were really here, and that you could find it in your heart to love a creature like him. He had not said it out loud, but he had loved you for a long time. All these years he had spent missing you, and you were finally returned to him.

With you here, he dared to hope. He had reserved himself to being Hel’s servant in order to save his world. He had been confined to this reality for so long that he had lost sight of any other possibilities. Hel was immensely powerful, but could she really be the only being in existence that could bring a dead world back to life? Your presence had reinvigorated him, and he felt himself begin to believe that there may be other ways of accomplishing his goal.

When you woke up, he would tell you his decision. He would no longer be Hel’s puppet and damn another world to the same fate as his. Having you by his side reminded him of who he once was, and now that he had you back, he wouldn’t let you go. He would help his other self end Hel’s reign of tyranny, and free himself of his bindings to her at last.

He hadn’t seen you in so long, and you were just as beautiful as he remembered. Every time he thought of you before today, all he could see in his mind was Hel’s scythe ending your life while he was powerless to stop her. As much as he wanted to think of the good memories he had with you, the trauma of you dying before his eyes overpowered all other thoughts of you. He had always wondered what you would think of him if you saw what he had become. He had anticipated a rejection of all that he was now, but you had accepted him and his faults without batting an eye. He didn’t deserve you, but now that you were here, he would make himself someone worthy of your love.

Just staring at your sleeping face helped to stave off his more depressing thoughts. He had truly missed you; he had not been able to sleep ever since he had become like this, but just being beside you while you slept was good enough for him. He felt like he had watched your face for an eternity before you began to wake; he had been so unaware of the world around him for so long that his brain didn’t register time very well anymore. He had to assume that the Askrian army had defeated the attacking forces and would have noticed your absence by now. As soon as you were ready, he would open a portal to take you back to them so you could all join together to take Hel down once and for all.

You were so tired that you didn’t even dream. Or maybe it was an effect being in the realm of the dead. You still felt tired, but you couldn’t sleep forever, not when the Askrians of the other world needed you. You slowly opened your eyes, noting Líf’s eyes on you immediately.

“Alfonse,” you said fondly before you could stop yourself, but paused at the cloudy expression that overtook his face. “I’m sorry I keep calling you that without thinking.”

He shook his head, smiling softly at you. “I don’t mind when it’s you.”

“Okay,” you agreed happily, sitting up in the bed and leaning over to kiss him.

Líf froze up in surprise; he clearly still hadn’t gotten used to the affected from you even after all the kissing you had done earlier. You assumed he was still having trouble believing that this was real. You pulled away to look at the dazed expression on his face and giggled.

Líf cleared his throat awkwardly. “I, uh, decided. I will help the other Alfonse.”

You felt an immediate sense of relief; you weren’t sure if you could convince him, even being from his world. You would go to help them either way, but it would make you more confident to have him by your side. You would show Hel that she would not get away with destroying your world. Everyone you had lost deserved to see her fall. Even though it would not bring them back, you had a chance to save another world and change its fate.

You knew that time was of the essence now that you weren’t too exhausted to stand. You pushed the covers off of yourself, standing up and adjusting your now-dusty cloak. Líf gave you one last smile as he reached down for his mask. He easily affixed it back to his face, and you were unable to supress a bit of sadness now that his face had been hidden from you again.

You watched as Líf reached down to his side, removing your Breidablik from its place and handing it to you. “If we are to defeat Hel, you’ll need this.”

You accepted the legendary weapon, noticing its pristine condition, not seeing any new dents or scratches in its surface. Líf had taken such good care of it, you noted fondly.

“I kept it with me,” he said, and you looked up from Breidablik to him. “It’s shameful to admit, but I would talk to it as if it were you.”

You stepped forward to wrap an arm around him. “I’m here now. We’ll beat Hel together.”

“What happens then?” he asked. “If Hel is dead, will I disappear as well?”

“I…” You didn’t know the answer to his question, and knew that false promises would do him no good. “I hope not. I don’t want to lose you.”

“I will fight until Hel is no more,” he promised, offering you his hand. “And then we can truly be free.”

You took his hand as he summoned a swirling portal that was the same deep purple as the accents on his armor. This was real. You were going to fight your most important battle yet.

“They have entered Hel’s castle, but they will need us if they are to win. Veronica may cast the Heart’s Rite, but it will take your weapon and the other summoner’s together to kill Hel,” Líf explained.

You nodded, feeling worries creep up that you tried to push down. You squeezed his hand; you had Alfonse with you again. You would have to believe that you could do this. You couldn’t leave your allies waiting.

Líf stepped towards the portal, and you suddenly felt like you didn’t have enough time with him. You wanted more, you wanted to be selfish. But you had to do this.

“Alfonse, I love you.” You wouldn’t go into a battle with such an uncertain outcome without telling him one more time. You hoped that it wouldn’t be the last time.

“And I love you,” he replied, his voice sounding the tiniest bit distorted due to the mask, but the emotion in his voice was clear.

You needed to keep your nerve up, so you followed him into the vibrantly-swirling portal… and straight into an inferno.

Swords clanged and magic flew from all around you. Hel’s army of the dead was relentless in their efforts to keep the Askrian army from reaching their leader. You had appeared to the side of the battle; closest to you was Sharena, who was flanked by a few heroes as they attempted to fight their way through a squadron of armored units. They were so focussed on their goal that they didn’t see a lone dark mage sneaking up to hit the princess of Askr from behind.

You gasped, gripping Líf’s arm as he zeroed in on the same thing you were seeing. “Stay safe and find the other summoner,” he said, drawing Sökkvabekkr and dashing at the mage.

You watched as Líf easily cut down the mage, surprising Sharena, who grinned happily when she saw who had come to her aid. You had to take your eyes off of their reunion to focus on your own goal; you had to reunite with the other summoner before the Heart’s Rite was completed. You couldn’t see her in the mess of fighting, but if it were you, you would likely be at the back of the army, giving commands from a safe distance. You mentally wished Líf would stay safe as you turned and ran into the crowd of heroes.

It didn’t help that there were a lot of tall figures in the heroes’ ranks; it made finding one girl much harder when you couldn’t see past the armored ranks of your allies. It was all you could do to avoid being hit by the magic flying in either direction. You weren’t sure if the heroes around you realized you weren’t the other you or not, but they let you weave around them as you searched.

There was a commotion at the back of the throne room as the final few soldiers surrounding Hel were taken down, and you caught sight of the summoner at last as she and Veronica advanced towards Hel. You cursed internally; you had been heading in the completely wrong direction. The army began to close in on Hel, which made the crowd condense further, leaving you no room to get over there.

Hel addressed the heroes that stood just in front of her. You could see Alfonse, Sharena and Anna all with their weapons at the ready, but couldn’t hear what Hel was saying. Just at the edge of the crowd were the summoner, Veronica and Eir. You became even more frantic as Líf stepped beside Alfonse’s side, Sökkvabekkr at the ready. You noticed that he looked around for you, but didn’t see you at your counterpart’s side. You wanted to scream and tell him that you were here, but you knew that your voice wouldn’t carry over the crowd.

“Please!” you begged, shoving at the unmoving soldiers in your way. “Please let me through!”

A radiant glow began to emanate from Veronica as she began the Heart’s Rite that would allow Hel to be killed. You weren’t a warrior, didn’t have the strength to push people out of your way who were too busy watching the scene up front to notice you. You were on the brink of tears you were so frustrated; if this plan failed because of you…

Your cloak was tugged at from behind, and you turned back to see Thrasir just behind you. Your first reaction was to jerk away from her, but she raised a finger to her lips and you stilled, staring warily at her.

“Come with me,” she said, gesturing with her eyes to the portal just behind her.

You must have looked hesitant, because she glared impatiently at you. “The Heart’s Rite is almost complete. If you don’t get up there, Hel will not die.”

“But why?” You couldn’t fathom why Thrasir, who had attempted to take your life before would be helping you.

“I did not notice before, but you are our summoner, are you not?” she replied. “Hel had used everyone for too long. I lost my brother because of her. I will not let this chance escape me.”

She could be lying, but if you stayed back here, the battle was lost. You nodded at her; you would have to take the chance that she was offering you. You had no time to waste to give it any more thought. She turned, heading into the portal, and you followed right on her heels.

“Bring death to that which cannot die!” Veronica’s voice rang out loud and clear as you and Thrasir appeared next to her.

“Now!” Thrasir hissed, and you drew your Breidablik just as your counterpart drew hers.

Side by side, you aimed your divine weapons at Hel, who was locked in place by Veronica’s magic. Together, you fired true, striking Hel in the center of her ghostly chest. And then the woman who had taken everything from you was no more. Hel’s body shuddered as she fell apart into dust.

You stared at the empty space where she had been. It almost didn’t feel real that she had been defeated. Everyone was glancing around at each other, embracing each other in relief that it was finally over.

Your focus was drawn to Líf as he dropped to his knees and your mind assumed the worst. You dashed over to him, startling the heroes around him as you also dropped to your knees.

You cupped his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you. “Are you okay?” you asked him, desperately hoping that Hel wasn’t the only thing that had been keeping him alive. You couldn’t bear to lose him, not when you had only just found him again.

“I…” he panted. “It feels…”

His head dropped onto your shoulder and you realized that his forehead against you felt feverish. What was happening to him? His head felt heavy as he leaned more of his weight against you, and you sat down properly so you could support his body.

You placed a hand on his chest to keep him somewhat upright as you tried not to panic. You called his name softly, but you couldn’t see any signs that he even heard you.

“Is he…?” Sharena asked as she dropped to her knees beside you, Alfonse just behind her looking worried.

“I don’t know…” you replied shakily. You didn’t know what you could do for him, if there was anything you could even do for him right now.

He was so feverishly warm, you felt like you were burning up just from being in contact with his skin. You realized that his chest felt clammy under your hand, and you reeled back to look at him just as Eir gasped from beside you.

“Mother’s influence…” she whispered.

Your suspicions were confirmed as you realized that your hand was resting on the skin of his chest. His chest that was now fully opaque, no longer alit with a ghostly glow, his ribs no longer visible. You hastily propped his head up to take off his mask, his cheeks flushed with life again. He wasn’t dying, he was coming back to life.

“With mother gone, her power has stopped influencing him,” Eir explained. “Death taints his skin no longer.”

Líf’s eyes slowly fluttered open, and he grunted in surprise as you hugged him tightly as soon as you noticed he was awake again, feeling his once-again-human skin against yours. He realized almost immediately, looking down at his mostly-bare torso on display from his death armor, and your heartbeat rang out in your ears as you noticed that his eyes were back to their original crystal blue. He was truly free of Hel’s corruption at last.

He held you tightly against him as he sobbed into your shoulder. Everyone around you dispersed to give you space, rallying the troops to return to their own world. You pet his hair and he slowly relaxed until he was no longer shaking, but still held onto you tightly.

“Aren’t you cold?” you teased him, running a hand along his stomach, watching as he shivered under your touch.

He pulled back from you just far enough so he could see your face, a soft smile on his face. “I haven’t felt the cold in years, so it is a welcome change.”

That’s right. You had to assume he was essentially a walking corpse for years left with nothing but his pain for company. But now he didn’t even seem bothered that his entire abdomen was on display, something that was flustering you as you saw a noticeable increase in musculature from when he was younger.

He looked confused by your sudden refusal to look at him, and moved closer to you, but found that you still wouldn’t look at him. Without the distraction of defeating Hel, you had nothing to keep your embarrassment at bay. You weren’t sure how you were so confident earlier in your room; it wasn’t as if him turning fully human again changed your relationship or who he was. But right now, him cupping your jaw to make you look at him in front of the entire Askrian army was sending your embarrassment levels skyrocketing.

“Are you hurt?” he asked, his tone sincere and so full of concern for you that it made you feel guilty.

You reluctantly met his eyes, cheeks so warm you were sure that you looked like a sweaty mess. You still didn’t answer him, unsure of what to say, and he scrutinized your expression, looking for any sign that you were injured. Finding nothing but your blushing face, he leaned in, closing his eyes as he got close to your face. There were so many people around you, and it was all you could think about, and you froze in place, your eyes wide open.

“What’s wrong?” Líf asked, opening his eyes, his lips mere inches from your own.

“N-nothing…” you stuttered.

He raised an eyebrow, grinning flirtatiously with a challenge in his eyes. “Then kiss me.”

When did he get so bold? You tried to pull back to look around and see if anyone was watching you, but Líf’s hand on your cheek held your head still, staring into your eyes with a determination that unnerved you. “Kiss me.”

You knew that people had to be staring, but he wasn’t letting up, so you leaned in to give him a quick kiss. Líf predicted your plan, his hand that was on your cheek sliding into your hair to keep your mouths locked together as he slid his tongue along yours. His eyes were closed, but yours were wide open with shock. He kept the kiss going for a few more seconds before pulling away, and the air was pierced by the sound of a wolf whistle.

“I hope that you’re taking notes, Alfonse!” Anna teased the prince, who was looking anywhere but at you and Líf, who finally let you disengage yourself from him.

“Well I think it’s sweet!” Sharena added.

You and Líf finally stood up, and he leaned down ever so slightly to whisper in your ear. “I’m sorry if I embarrassed you. It’s just been so long since I was fully human.”

You couldn’t find it in yourself to be mad at him. Not after all that he had been through. You both watched as the army dispersed; the healers tending to the injured as the mages began to set about creating portals back to their Askr.

“What do we do now?” you asked quietly.

“I don’t have the answer to that either,” Líf admitted. “I still intend to save our world, but without Hel…”

“I’ll go wherever you go,” you told him resolutely. “We’ll find a way to bring everyone back.”

“I couldn’t help but overhear–” You both looked over at Anna as she approached you. “You both are more than welcome in our Order of Heroes. You too, Veronica. Er, I mean Thrasir.”

You must have looked hesitant, because Anna grinned widely. “Hey, we owe ya one, and I don’t like owing people!”

Alfonse stepped up beside the commander, his eyes on Líf. “I want to help you… Alfonse. Please come back with us. We can help you find a way to restore your world.”

Líf stared at his other self, the two having a mental conversation for their ears only. You wouldn’t mind going back with the other world’s heroes, but you would defer to Líf. You trusted him immensely, and without Hel’s influence, he was free to pick whatever path he chose. You just wanted to stay by his side.

“I will accept your offer,” Líf answered at last, his fingers seeking out your own as he took your hand in his. "But only if she agrees.”

You were startled by the attention suddenly being on you. “I… of course,” you quickly answered.

“It’s settled, then!” Anna said, clapping her hands together. “Everyone, let’s prepare to head out!”

With that, the Askrian trio began to follow the rest of the heroes to the portals, leaving you, Líf and Thrasir standing in Hel’s throne room. Líf let his hand drop from yours to approach Thrasir, who was standing off to the side of the room. She watched him, awkwardly crossing her arms over her worn tome as he stopped in front of her.

“I intend to restore our world,” he told her. “And I will keep my promise to you. We are allies in this, and I have faith that we will accomplish our goals.”

“The portals are ready!” Sharena announced as she strode up to Anna, who was overseeing the situation. “Everyone has begun to head back to Askr!”

You watched as the army began to thin out and heroes filtered out of the portals that had been set up at the doors to the throne room. Sharena and Alfonse split up to assist in herding everyone to the portals while Anna set off through a portal to oversee things from the other side. The crowd got more and more thin as everyone returned to Askr, and soon it was just you, Líf and Thrasir left.

“We’ll be back,” you said with a smile, hoping to inspire confidence in the two.

Thrasir stared at you, and you didn’t know how to feel. You had never been confident with her motives, especially since she had been at odds with Askr for so long. Having her as your ally was an awkward feeling for you, but she had the same goal that you did now. Although you couldn’t help but find her intimidating, especially because you couldn’t read anything into her stare.

Líf looked between the two of you, and then to the portal. Thrasir caught his gaze easily, humming as she waved her hand in a well-practiced motion, summoning her own portal.

“Until we meet again in Askr,” Thrasir said.

“We will see you there soon,” Líf replied, and then she departed through her own portal without another word.

After she left, Líf returned to your side, taking your hand in his again. As he leaned down to kiss you, you noticed that even his hair had returned to normal, the formerly-white fade at the ends of his hair restored to its normal golden color. He pulled back after a moment and stared at you with fondness in his eyes, a look that you had never seen in him before, even before Hel had decimated your world.

“You don’t need to worry about Thrasir,” he told you, and you realized you must have had an uncomfortable look on your face while she was there. “She won’t try to harm you anymore. She’s grown up in the past few years, something I did not miss about this world’s Veronica. I’m surprised Alfonse got her to cooperate with him.”

“Thrasir surprised me when she teleported me up here,” you commented. “I wasn’t sure what to think since last time I saw her, she wanted me dead.”

Líf smiled ruefully. “When I didn’t see you with your other self, I thought the worst. I was prepared to strike down enemy or ally to have you by my side again.”

“Líf…” You weren’t sure what to say, but leaned your head on his chest, hoping your touch would be more of a comfort to him than your words right now.

“As much as I enjoy this time, the portal may close soon, my love,” Líf said, and the pet name had you smiling without thinking.

“Right,” you agreed. “We should probably go.”

“I would take us there myself, but I have never been inclined to magic like Thrasir. Hel’s magic was the only thing that allowed a brute like me that ability.”

“You’re not a brute,” you refuted as you both began to walk around the rubble of the crumbling castle and towards the brightly-colored portals. “You’ve always been a fairy tale prince to me!”

Líf stumbled as your words hit him, and you decided to remove your hand from his so you could link your arm with his instead. He had rescued you from certain death at the very least, a base quality of the fairy tale prince, and you wouldn’t be convinced otherwise.

“I can’t say that I agree,” he said at last as he helped you over a large chunk of ceiling that had fallen in your path.

“You don’t have to,” you hummed. “You’re my prince, even if our world is in shambles.”

Líf sighed, choosing to divert the conversation instead of dignifying your statement with a response. “I’m just relieved to be free of Hel’s grasp at last. The things I did…”

You both were close enough to the portal now to just enter it, but you stopped just short, staring at the swirling blue magic. Now that you were close, you could see the barest shape of the portal’s other end. It was faded and blurry, but you could recognize the courtyard outside of the Askrian castle easily. You couldn’t remember the last time you had been in the courtyard. Even before you were brought here through time, you had been journeying to fight Hel for so long that the Askrian palace felt like an old memory from another time.

“All that matters is what we do going forward,” you said softly.

You knew that you couldn’t wrap up his pain with pretty words, but you wanted to do anything you could to comfort him right now. He allowed himself to be vulnerable with you, and it meant the world to you to see him smile at you, his grip on your hand tight as you took a step toward the portal. Neither of you looked back at the ruined castle as Líf stepped through the portal with you just behind him. You would be back here, you promised yourself, when you restored your world and brought back everyone you had lost.

It was late in the afternoon when you arrived in the alternate Askr. The castle was abuzz as festivities were prepared to celebrate the order’s victory against Hel. It was all quiet overwhelming for you and Líf, and Anna arranged for a room for both of you to allow you space away from the raucous celebrations.

“You won’t mind sharing a room, right?” Anna had asked you with a wink. “It helps the order save on funds too!”

It was weird, being in essentially a guest room in what looked just like the castle you knew so well, but having Líf by your side was a big help to you. As soon as the door closed and you were alone at last, Líf wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on top of your head.

“I was unsure if this could happen,” he admitted. “Part of me thought I would die when Hel did.”

“You scared me,” you said, voice sounding less confident than you intended.

“I don’t intend to make a habit of it, my love,” he said, and you revelled in his sweet tone. He was still wearing his open-chested outfit, and the warmth from his body easily bled into your own.

You leaned back into him, and the position shifted his arms that were around you so that they now pressed against the underside of your breasts. You immediately felt him stiffen up, so you went a little farther, hoping to get a reaction out of him.

He easily read into your intentions, uttering your name warily. You were finally alone together, and he was human again, so you didn’t want to hold back anymore. You gently unwound his arms from around you so you could face him. You could tell he looked nervous, but it seemed to be more of a nervous excitement, his blue eyes looking a shade darker than usual.

You took his hand, pulling him with you towards the bed as he followed with short, robotic steps. You were usually so in sync with him, able to read his thoughts like a book. But this time you didn’t want to rely on guesswork. You wanted to hear him tell you that he wanted you as much as you wanted him right now.

You sat on the edge of the bed, and one more tug on his hand had him leaning over you, placing his other hand flat on the bed to brace himself so he wouldn’t fall on top of you. He put up no resistance at all, the longing obvious in his eyes. Still, you had to be sure.

“Alfonse.” You waited for him to answer with a short hum before you continued. “Do you want this?”

“Yes,” he answered breathily, quickly.

You wanted to clarify further, just to be absolutely sure, but he rushed forward to kiss you and you took that as his answer. In your surprise, you lost your balance, falling onto your back on the bed. Líf eagerly followed, caging you in with his body and kissing you again, deeper this time. You were trying to lose yourself in the kiss, but Líf’s armor was starting to poke uncomfortably into your skin, and you pulled away when you couldn’t take it any longer.

“Your armor hurts,” you whined, and Líf pulled away quickly as if you had burned him.

You couldn’t even begin to tell how his armor came apart, but he did not falter, reaching up and unclasping his collar piece, dropping it to the floor without a care. The rest began to come off just as easily, as the collar was joined by his shoulder guards and bracers, his fluffy cape dropping to the floor as he took off the remainder of his chest armor, his torso and arms now completely bare.

You thought that he would stop there, but he surprised you as he bent over to unstrap his leg armor and remove his belt. His entire outfit seemed to be armored other than his cape, and you weren’t sure how he was comfortable at all wearing it. He likely hadn’t been; there was no way that much armor could be easy to wear all the time. You didn’t realize until it was too late that he was intent on following your request exactly as stated as he removed the armor from his legs, which were connected together. Removing the leg pieces brought the armor covering his pelvis with it, and your face flushed as he now stood before you fully naked.

“What–” you stammered, caught totally off guard.

“I would never want to harm you with my armor,” he replied, but the smirk on his face told you he was teasing you again.

You couldn’t even look at him; his sudden nudity was flustering you beyond belief. “…you never used to be this forward.”

He laughed, and you felt the bed dip with his added weight and closed your eyes. You felt him begin to gently push your cloak from your shoulders, and you lifted your arms to make it easier for him to take off.

As he undid your belt, you felt his lips at your ear. “I had years to regret never telling you how I felt. I don’t intend to hold back from what I want anymore.”

He tossed your belt aside, and you finally opened your eyes as you felt a hard prod against your thigh. You were once again reminded of the muscle he had put on in the years since he had seen you as his strong chest and broad shoulders engulfed your vision. You kept your eyes above the belt as he slowly unzipped your shirt, exposing the bra you wore underneath.

And then he was kissing you again and you lost track of the clothing coming off. You had never discussed romantic pursuits with him before, never knew if he had even kissed someone before, but he was surpassing all of your expectations. His tongue moved alongside yours so smoothly, like this wasn’t your first time kissing each other, and you found yourself struggling to keep up with the passion he put into the lip lock.

You didn’t know when he had done it, but as he cupped your breasts with his hands, you realized that he had removed all of your top layers. You broke away from the kiss with a moan as he squeezed your chest under his large hands. You squirmed back further onto the large bed, and Líf took the opportunity to slide your pants down, unzipping your boots and removing them as well.

Now just in your panties, you had no time to feel self-conscious as Líf climbed back on the bed as well, his eyes on your body and an ever so slight red tint to his cheeks.

“Can I…?” Líf seemed hesitant to finish his sentence as he stared at your underwear.

You smiled at him in a way that you desperately hoped was attractive, lifting your hips up as an invitation instead of words. He followed your lead, his hands drifting to your hips to slide your panties down your legs and then toss them off of the bed. He stared down at you, one hand moving from its place on your hip to gently move over your currently oversensitive nerves, the sensation making you close your eyes with a shudder.

He seemed to know exactly what made you squirm, zeroing in on the motions on your clit that made you squirm and cry out and repeating them until you couldn’t take it anymore. You opened your eyes again, hand going to brush his fingers away from your body.

“Please… I want you,” you pleaded, unable to look away from his throat as he swallowed at your words. “That means in me, Alfonse,” you teased, and he stared down at you like you were prey, which sent a shiver down your spine.

His expression turned determined as he grasped his cock, and you tried to move your legs apart as much as you could to give him room. He stared down at you for a moment before he grabbed your thighs, and you squeaked in surprise as he pulled your hips flush with his, your legs forced to bend on either side of his hips to accommodate the position. You were basically sitting in his lap, your breasts brushing against his chest with every breath.

You immediately felt the prod of his cock against your clit, and the sensation jolted you forward, your head falling onto his shoulder. His focus was on connecting the two of you, and you moaned into his neck as he began to push inside you. You gripped at his back and shoulders, and he groaned loudly as he fully sunk into your cunt.

“My love,” he whispered into your ear, and you moaned his name back.

He encouraged you to wrap your legs around his hips, and as soon as you did, he slid halfway out and then rocked back in, repeating the motion and sending waves of pleasure through you. You panted into his shoulder, your throat already feeling somewhat dry as he pounded into you. You did your best to rock your hips along with his, but you were much clumsier than he was, getting lost in the sensations and the high of having your feelings returned by the man you had loved for so long. Knowing that he wanted this as bad as you did made you feel impossibly warm in this moment.

You felt one of his hands slide into your hair, the other one on your hip steadying you against him. He pulled your head from his shoulder, gently maneuvering your face close enough to his for him to kiss you. You put your all into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck as his kisses got rougher.

After one well-timed thrust on both of your parts, Líf leaned his head back with a low groan of your name. “You feel so good…” he said, barely lucid in the midst of all he was feeling.

You scratched at his back as his eyes met yours, and you wondered if desire was as blatantly obvious in your eyes as it was in his. He was flushed, and looked like he was getting close already, but it wasn’t like you weren’t in the same boat. The close position meant that you could feel every shiver that went through his body, every quiet breath or groan as he brought you both closer and closer to the edge. You couldn’t hold back your own cries every time he hit in just the right spot, which was happening more and more as he attuned himself to what you seemed to like.

“You’re so cute… it’s hard to hold on when you sound like that,” Líf rasped, and you blushed brightly, suddenly aware of just how many noises you were making until he brought his hand down to rub his thumb against your clit in tight circles and you forgot all about your concerns, the only thing you could focus on was how close you were to going over the edge.

Your sounds spurned him on, as he continued to rub at you as his movements got sharper and harder, the feeling almost too much for you to take. You could do little else but hold on, reaching up to pull his face to yours so you could kiss him. You could feel him getting more and more rushed in his movements, his tongue a little slower to play with yours as he put his all into the rocking of his hips.

Líf’s aggressiveness finally abated as he held you tightly to him, stilling on his last thrust and groaning your name into your mouth. His hand never stilled, fingers bringing you to orgasm at last as he renewed his efforts into kissing you breathless. You were sure that your nails were cutting into the skin of his back, but he made no indication that he was in any pain. Rather, his closed eyes fluttered open to look at you with reverence, resting his forehead against yours.

“I love you,” he said, leaning in for a deep kiss that you happily reciprocated until he pulled back again. “It feels strange to be in Askr with no title to my name. Here, I’m just another soldier from another world.”

“We both are,” you agreed. “I’ll have to get used to not being the summoner anymore.”

“You will be when we get our world back,” Líf replied softly. “Until then, I’ll enjoy us sharing the same room.”

#readerinsert #xreader #fire emblem #smut #fire emblem heroes #feh #fire emblem lif #fire emblem heroes lif #lif x reader #fire emblem heroes x reader #fire emblem x reader

[iamdarkness]

So I heard this song on some Tiktok videos and I thought it fit my fic In Darkness Bound.Also I have been feeling a little left out by the disappearance of our Summoner in Feh.

Lyrics in Spanish and English .

En el altar de mi credo particular Nada, nadie me importa más Que la música de tus labios

Eres azúcar amargo Delirio y pecado Un cofre de sorpresas Llegas, me besas y

Eres azúcar amargo Un ángel, un diablo Maldito embustero

Como duele saver que te pierdo.

At the altar of my particular creed Nothing, (or) no one matters to me more, That the music of your lips

You are bitter sugar Delirium and sin Achest of surprises You come, you kiss me and

You are bitter sugar An angel, a devil

Damn liar.

How it hurts to know I am losing you.

#feh #fire emblem heroes #fire emblem #feh alfonse #fe heroes #alfonse #lif #feh kiran #feh lif x summoner #feh summoner #feh alfonse x kiran #feh alfonse x summoner #feh alfonse x reader #feh lif x reader #kiralfonse #fire emblem lif #lif x summoner #lif feh #feh lif kiran #feh lif #feh summoner x lif

[mysticpink]

TW: death, blood, child death

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“What if you die and I’m still here?”

He ran.

Alfonse ran as fast as he can.

“Then you’ll be all grown up”

He broke down the doors, “SUMMONER!!” He cries out, voice breaking.

Tired from running, so tried from fighting. Just tired.

‘Please be alive. Please be alive’

“And you won’t need me”

He saw them. A child no older then 8 in a white and gold robes. Laying near a red headed woman dressed in white.

He slowly walked to them, heart beating faster and faster, “no, no, no, no”

“..I think I always need you….”

“…Alfonse”

The child was in fact, his summoner. They lay next to Anna, who was also dead. For a while now. It looked like she carried them before being killed herself and the summoner rolled out of her arms. Anna looked to be in very bad shape, one of her notable injuries is that she had a slash mark on her back. A big one for that matter. It looked like to be from a sword or a axe.

The summoner looked no better than Anna. They had some arrows in their back and battle markings on their face. Blood on their front, looking like they took a sword swing to the chest.

He feel on his knees, covered his face in his hands. He lost his sister, his mother, his commander and now his summoner.

In the first time in a long while. Alfonse cried. He actually fully broke down.

Why was Hel so cruel?

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Lif was summoned to Askr only a few weeks ago. Honestly if you ask him, he is still very much in shock he was summoned here if all places. A world very much like his. But only everyone he cared about is alive.

He was on his daily patrol around the castle until he stop to hear familiar voices. He turned to see the Child!Summoner and Alfonse having a conversation that he couldn’t help but overhear.

What he heard broke him.

“I think I always need you….”

#fire emblem #fire emblem heroes #headcannons #child!reader #feh x reader #x reader #Lif #alfonse fire emblem

[fire-emblem-drabbles]

Master List, Fire Emblem Heroes

Alfonse: “Would it be okay if I held your hand?”, “I didn’t know what to get you, so I brought flowers, chocolate and a huge stuffed bear!”, Ephemeral, “It’s okay to love me. Please, I want you to love me.”, I love you “muffled on the other side of the door”, “I’ve memorized absolutely every part of your day so we can always be together.”, “I wish you would just let me have you.”, Contentedness, By your side,

Fjorm: the summoner is an idiot and as it turns out Fjorm is moronsexual,

Hrid: Soulmates; their first words to you are written on your body, “You’re ignoring me. Why? Don’t you love me?”, Incubus Hrid time,

Lif: Dead Man’s Deal, To Love Like This, “I will protect you from everything“, What We Could Be, Soft Like the Snowfall, “you have no idea how much I’ve held myself back for you,” Summoner out fit; hel,

Loki: Sydney tries to write away her bad habits and fails (part 2),

Multi: Lif & Alfonse “One and the Same”, Lif & Alfonse “Aspetabund”, Lif & Ike not sfw “Loki plays a very bad trick on the summoner and Ike gets cucked”, Alfonse & Lif “Shrouded in Shadows”, Alfonse & Bruno “Spring Time Surprise!”,

Sharena: Sharena takes a hit meant for you, “You’re too good for this world.”,

#master list: fire emblem heroes #fire emblem heroes #alfonse x reader #sharena x reader #fjorm x reader #lif x reader #loki x reader #bruno x reader #Hrid x reader #feh x reader #this is exciting gonna see what game I write for the most

[summoner-asha]

It is late and I don’t know where I was going with this but it’s my first post as a FEH blog here so here! It’s a horrible WIP but maybe I’ll visit it again and fix it up...Or something

You had no real reason to dislike Valentine’s Day back in your own world. Regardless though, you still hated it. A commercialized “holiday” was what you called it. And if there was any REAL reason you liked it at all was because it would pull out all the best chocolates for great deals. That was it. You’d buy yourself a heart or two of some high quality candies and call it that.

But here...here it was different. Entirely. And you didn’t know how to feel about it. Watching everyone go about the activities for the Day of Devotion was truly something else here in Askr. And it near took your breath away. It also made you a tad jealous. Watching couples like Alm and Celica , Sigurd and Deirdre. Hell, even Berkut was in high spirits with Rinea. Effortlessly going about his way showing off his Beloved and his prowess. Her giggles of pure happiness at him just being himself. To be honest it almost made you a tad sick.

These were innocent moments of love in these trying times of war. That was right, you guys were still in the midst of a war. And somehow they were all able to...melt into each other’s arms. Your [ e.c ] eyes would gloss over as Robin and Chrom strolled by you, hand in hand as Chrom gazed at an amazed and flustered Robin that held a bouquet of various , delicate flowers in his free hand. Your eyes would then be pulled down to a tome that had been forgotten in your lap. An absent gaze would flutter about the page of scribbles and crossed out images and words. Even now, you could still be found only thinking of the next best thing for the coming battles. Never a time to rest.

“You never rest, do you?” A rough yet soft voice would catch your attention. “No matter where you’re from...here...there.” There was a pinch of teasing begging those words.You had to squint your eyes just a bit as the gowns of white and the sun stung a bit. You’d not have to for long though , for he’d made his way under the tree and to your side. Blue bangs would cover his face more as he knelt to sit, the covering over his lower face shifting just enough for you to have glanced what was underneath. Ever so curious, you leaned just to get a better peak. But he knew this and leaned back so that the cloth would rest back into place. His eyes watched you. Ever so sad they were. And they’d catch you each time since Líf had come to your side.

The silence was getting awkward. But you’d hardly tell from how struck you were by his eyes. You could stare into them all day if you could. But a snap of the fingers brought you back. Your eyes blinking as your brain clicked back to reality. His question now registering through your ears and to your brain.

“There is always time for plotting. We’re still at war here.” You sighed with a beam at him. He was the last person you’d think would be on your case about something like this. What with him all ‘devoted’ out. You were still in your battle attire. You had to be on your toes. Even when everyone was sick in the head with love. At the back of your mind you had to admit it would be nice to be in that spot too…

Gods, the same in either world…

It annoyed him so much. You being like this. Even in his world it was the same. You staying up countless nights for the sake of others. Sacrificing time you could have spent relaxing when you needed it. Time that could have been spent relaxing...Together.

Staring at you now, his mind could only go back to all those times he could have just carried you off from your desk , or the fields , or the library and just took you and hid away from the daily ruckus with you for just a little….

Wait. Now he was the one that was staring. And now you were the one leaning in. You asked him a question but he heard nothing of it. But he was more clever than you. His brows furrowed slightly as a hand slowly reached up, gloved fingers hesitant at your bangs that covered the head band. Your eyes watched his hand. Unsure of what he was going to do. And at the back of your mind you hoped he’d do SOMETHING. He couldn’t be cold all the time.He couldn’t do it. His hand fell and he shifted his body to be facing forward so that he ,too, was looking out at the others.

Man he was just as awkward as your Alfonse…

Words crumbled between you two. It fell silent. And for some reason, your cheeks were gently flushed. But why? He didn’t do anything. He didn’t even answer your question. Why was he bothering with this festival? Why was he bothering with you right now? You didn’t even call him over. He was being weird.

Your eyes would linger back down to your tome. You could tell you weren’t going to be getting any ideas for a game plan. At least not right now. It was lazily closed shut and then set to your side. It was a nice and sunny day anyways. And Líf also seemed to be relaxed for a change.

You might as well take this moment while you could. And so you did. Slipping your cloak off your shoulders and allowing it to pool around you. Your body relaxed as your leaned on your palms. You stole a glimpse of Líf who seemed to also to just...be in the moment. Seeming to stare off into space after seeing you loose. It was a very nice feeling. It you felt you would do best to just keep that to yourself.

#feh #fire emblem heroes #x reader #fire emblem hereos x reader #lif x reader #fe lif #feh x reader #Drabble #I’m running on fumes #so I know this is not a great start #to this blog but I tried #probably too much caffeine #feed back welcome! #and my inbox is open too

[avisteliterature]

Let the World Burn for All I Care | Líf x Reader

RATING: Teen ◇ GENRE: Hurt/ Comfort ◇  686 words SUMMARY: Líf makes sure no one can see you in your moment of weakness. [If you enjoy my writing, consider supporting me by ordering a writing commission or donating via ko-fi!]

Líf comes from a future in which he's seen all the good and bad sides of you. He has seen you at your best, and he has seen you at your absolute worst. And so, that is why he stands guard outside your door to make sure that others don't bear witness to this side of the Summoner they've never seen before. ...Because he knows how much you hate this side of you.

"Let me through, Líf," Alfonse growls at his older counterpart, his hand on the tilt of his sword in a threatening manner. Even if the former General of the Dead is now a member of the Order, Alfonse will not hesitate to draw his weapon at an ally if they get in the way of ensuring your safety.

"..." Líf doesn't answer, finding it unnecessary. He too rests his hand upon the sword strapped to his waist, sharing the same resolve as the young Askran prince.

From behind him, loud sounds can be heard coming from within your room. Although the closed door muffles what could possibly be happening inside, the sounds that blled through the walls and cracks are enough to cause concern. Alfonse can hear dull thuds, almost as though things were being thrown around. He could have sworn he heard some shattering, the sound of things being broken, coming from inside the room as well, but that isn't what he's worried about.

He can hear you. Although it's barely audible, Alfonse can hear your frustrated shouts and cries. He doesn't know what happened, but he can't bear it. He needs to see you and check if you're okay. He needs and wants to comfort you if that's what you need, but Líf stands in the way.

"Leave," Líf orders him, eyes narrowed. "They do not wish for you to see them as they are right now."

"They need me," the prince argues.

"No. They need time alone. Let them have this. I will take full responsibility for whatever happens to them."

It doesn't look like Líf will be backing out of this, and Alfonse knows when he's outmatched. Although it's frustrating, he accepts defeat, his shoulders sagging. He opens his mouth to say something but decides against it in the end. He glares at the former general as though threatening to hold him through on his word before turning on his heel and leaving with a huff.

Líf watches him leave and brings his attention back to your room. It's all quiet now, he notes to himself. Have you calmed down now? Líf takes a deep breath before opening the door. The room is in complete disarray. The sheets and pillows have been thrown and abandoned on the floor. The hair has been pushed down to its side. The contents of the small work desk and bedside drawer have all been scattered around. Pieces of glass litter the room, an undeniable hazard for whoever enters the room.

And in the middle of that chaotic scene is none other than you, knelt beside your bed. Your body is slump against the mattress, your breathing coming out deep and even. It looks like you passed out after your meltdown, the fatigue finally catching up with you. Líf's eyes grow soft, his chest aching at the sight as he tenderly wipes away with the back of his fingers the fresh tears on your face.

Careful not to rouse you from your slumber, Líf lífts you up into the air before easing you back down onto your bed. He retrieves the pillows and sheets, placing them back in their appropriate places so that you can rest comfortably. He watches over you for a moment before proceeding to turn his attention towards the mess in the room.

Without being prompted, Líf begins to clean up the area. When you wake up, he wants you to be greeted with a decent room. You don't need to bear witness to the aftermath of what happened when you let your emotions get the better of you. You don't need any other reason to self-criticize more than you already do.

#Fire Emblem #Fire Emblem Heroes #FEH #Lif #Líf #Lif (Fire Emblem) #FE Lif #Lif x Reader #Líf x Reader #F: Fire Emblem #C: Lif (Fire Emblem) #R: Teen #G: Hurt/ Comfort #reader insert #fanfiction #avisteliterature

[kanda44]

Gift Of Hope - Lif x Reader

A/N: Even Lif deserves some love on Valentines Day. Inspired by @jejesart​ comic! go check it out!

Defeat Hel, and survive...

Even though Lif was thankful for your small gestures and careful approach with him he knew you wanted to get closer with him, however, that wasn’t gonna happen...you weren’t HIS to do anything with.

Of course, there were moments...alright a lot of times when he couldn’t help himself but watch you or just make sure you were safe even during the nights. It was if these actions he took was a silent vow to protect you and make sure this world Alfonse didn’t lose you as he lost you of his world.

This was foolish! He had to stop doing this...but he couldn’t find it in whatever was left of his undead heart to stop...making sure you were safe, breathing and smiling was what he found himself doing from afar.

Even if he kept his distance however you found ways to wedge your way close to him and near his heart.

The moment that it truly got him was days before the Day of Devotion...

Lif was walking around the palace doing the usual patrol, he was silent as ever as he walked through the halls of the place. It was so damn odd to him that the heroes welcomed him with opened arms when just about a few weeks ago they were enemies...

Just as he was about to pass one room which had to door opened he heard your voice along with a few other ladies.

“Your making two of them?” “Yeah.” You spoke up. “Oh come on! It’s clear she's making one for Prince Alfonse and Lif!” “Shout it out loud why don’t you.” You replied embarrassed. “It’s clear though! You care for both of them despite one being from another world.” “Of course I do...no matter what world Alfonse comes from...I’ll always care for him. I just hope this makes Lif happy even in the slightest, it’s hard to watch him with those sad eyes.” You frown.

She’s been watching him too? Wait...what on earth is she making for him? She should just be making something for her own Alfonse not him, yes he’s of another world but he is nowhere near close with her as this worlds Alfonse as he knew the two were together as he was with his summoner.

‘Why would she make me anything? I have nothing to gain from her kindness...I don’t understand why she keeps this up.’ Lif thought walking off.

It had been days later until Feh arrived with a package which he gently took and looked inside, there had been a small gift inside along with a note. With a small sigh, he took the note out and his red eyes widen.

‘Dear Lif, I’m well aware I’ll never replace her. I don’t ever expect to...but you do still deserve to heal, and that’s why I had wanted to summon you here for so long. I also know you’ve decided that you should keep me from a distance, I won’t force to you get close with me but I’ll never stop telling you that you matter to me as well...yes you are of a different world, but in my eyes, Alfonse is Alfonse no matter who he is or what he’s become I’ll always be there for him through and through. And that includes you. So whenever you're ready to talk or just sit side by side...I’ll be there. - (Y/N)’

Lif’s body trembled and he had been shocked to feel tears pool in the corner of his eyes, despite the cruel fate he was pushed into...you a summoner of a different yet such a simular world still understood him without needing to get close to him.

Guess he should’ve expected this of you...yeah you were similar to his beloved summoner but he was very grateful you were still offering to be there for him and give him some space if he needed such a thing...taking your time with him despite wanting to be close to him yourself.

“Oh, (Y/N)...” Lif whispered.

Lif opened his eyes from that and let out a short laugh, somehow someway you always found a way into his heart and honestly his strength to hold himself back was slowly but surely disappearing.

It did scare him that when the day arrived where his hold was gone that he’d give every part of himself to you...and that horrible fateful day arrives once more.

‘Never again...I never want to see those life-filled eyes go hallow or even feel her warm hands go cold...I know Alfonse will protect her however I’ll protect her as well...but as Lif.’ Lif thought.

Clutching the gift you made in his hand he held it up to his mask as if to hold it to his lips, but what made him have that resolve was the fact you made him the same gift HIS summoner made for him years back.

#fire emblem #fire emblem heroes #feh #feh lif #fire emblem lif #fire emblem heroes lif #lif x reader #x reader

[cinnbar-bun]

New Family

A/n: okay so,,, I love the baby summoner idea a lot and I wanted to do... an interesting take. @pokemagines hope you enjoy!!! Baby Summoner is gonna be a young girl and will just have a made up name I choose, but if you choose to see them as smth else, that’s cool too!!! This is just to make it easier for me, and there is slight... Alfonse x reader??? Or Sharena x Reader, if you want it. ~Spoilers for FEH~ also, this is like a... part one? Of sorts?

Alfonse, Sharena, and the Summoner were patrolling once more. They walked in a clearing that edged between a large forest, making sure no enemies were taking refuge there.

A small rustle came from some nearby bushes and the group stopped. Alfonse drew his sword as the Summoner slowly pulled out Briedablik. The others followed suit and waited with bated breath as the rustling grew louder and closer.

Alfonse stepped forward, leaning his head over to see what was causing the noise, when a small squeak made him jolt back. A small figure jumped out the bushes before they screamed loudly.

“Get away! Get away!” They yelled, falling backwards as they sobbed in terror. Alfonse and Sharena dropped their weapons hurriedly as they went to comfort the young child.

“Hey, hey, don’t worry. We won’t hurt you!” Sharena reassuringly smiled. “Are you alright?”

The young girl sniffled before she nodded. Alfonse crouched down and did his best to smile.

“I’m Alfonse. Prince of Askr. This is my sister, Sharena, and that’s our Summoner, (Y/n).” Alfonse pointed to every person, and looked back at the child. “What’s your name?”

The child shook its head.

“Lif said I shouldn’t talk to strangers.” They quietly mumbled.

“L-Lif?” The three gasped. The child nodded before their eyes watered again.

“I-I... I went off without him and got lost. I don’t know what to do anymore. H-He’s probably very mad at me now.” The child hiccuped and did their best to rub their eyes.

You frowned as you knelt down in front of the child and held their hand gently.

“I don’t think he is. Here, come with us. We’ll keep you safe, okay? You shouldn’t be out here alone.” You knew exactly how it felt to be so lost in a strange new world. The child clung onto you and you squeezed their hand as a sign that you would protect them. They seemed to relax with you.

Alfonse and Sharena got up and looked at the young child again. With what they could see... strangely, they looked similar to you. As if they were a smaller version of you. But something felt off about them, almost familiar, that differentiated the child from you.

It wasn’t the time to think of that, as your patrolling session was coming to a close, and you wanted to make sure your new friend was safe. Sure, they may have been affiliated with Lif, but given his recent disclosure on his real identity, you knew there must be more to this. If he really was the future Alfonse, the one who carried your weapon so long even after he lost you, the one who thought of Sharena almost every waking hour, then surely, he made sure to care for this child for a reason. They didn’t even seem fearful when they talked about Lif, so you could only assume they cared as much for the undead warrior as he seemed to care for them.

The young girl beamed at a bushel of multi-colored flowers and tugged herself away from your hands and ran to them.

“So pretty!” She gasped, she reached out a hand to pick one out but she flung her arm back to her side. “S-sorry... I don’t wanna kill them... Lif said that if I pick flowers I’ll kill whatever life it had. I don’t want to do that.”

You three looked at each other in slight confusion and shock, before Sharena stepped forward. She picked a rose from the bushel and placed it in the girl’s hair.

“You’re fine. Really. These flowers are grown for everyone. Besides, we can always just plant more!” She smiled. The girl opened her mouth before she grinned and nodded.

“Thank you Miss Sharena!”

“Just Sharena is fine.”

“Okay Miss- I mean... just Sharena.” Alfonse couldn’t help but chuckle at the conversation, and he looked at you.

“Hah, it’s almost strange but... she kind of reminds me of Sharena when she was young.”

“Is that so?” You responded. “I think I see it though. She looks so happy no matter what.”

You two looked as Sharena and your new friend were happily babbling about flowers, and the previous tension faded away.

“-and this castle is for the Order of Heroes!” Sharena pointed, and the girl gawked.

“Really? There’s an Order of Heroes? Can I be a hero?” She asked, her doe eyes glimmering hopefully.

“Of course you can.” Alfonse answered.

“Yay! Lif should join too! He’s so nice! Besides, he’s so shy and needs new friends. I think he’d love these flowers!” The girl clapped her hands together.

The awkward silence that ensued went unnoticed by her. You three looked at each other once again, unsure of what to say. Despite his reasons, Lif was perhaps anything but a hero. But in a small part of your heart, perhaps even everyone else’s, the tiny, inkling feeling about how he once was, maybe even still, Alfonse.

“D-do you want to meet other heroes?” You asked, trying to break the silence. The girl held your hand and cheerfully exclaimed for you to take her.

As you two stepped into the castle, Anna came marching in, a tight frown on her face.

“Where were you guys? You had us worried half to death! Time is money and-who... who’s this?” She pointed at the young girl in confusion, and you three awkwardly laughed.

“She was a young lost girl. We can’t have her outside all alone! Especially now with...” Sharena rose her eyebrows and motioned her hands wildly.

“Alright but... what’s her name?” Anna asked.

“Uh...we don’t know...” Alfonse looked off to the side.

“You two...” Anna sighed before she looked at the child. “Sweetie, what’s your name?”

The girl hid behind the crown prince and princess, and Alfonse stroked her head lightly.

“Don’t worry. You can trust Anna, she’s our friend.”

“I-If you say so...” the girl stepped forward. “My name is Henriette.”

You all gasped, and the two siblings froze.

“S-sorry. Repeat that?” Anna asked.

“Henriette. Is my name ugly?” The girl’s lips began to quiver. “B-but... Lif said my name was special...”

“Oh uh... no it’s great it’s just... sorry for scaring you. The Queen is named Henriette too. She’s our mother!” Sharena tried to comfort Henriette.

“Really?! She’s a queen?!” Henriette exclaimed. “I wanna be a Queen too!”

“You will be. Anna, come on, I wanna show her around. I think lots of the heroes would love to meet her.” Sharena explained. Anna seemed to think about something before she shrugged and agreed, the two walking off.

You looked at Alfonse, who seemed troubled as he furrowed his brows.

“Alfonse? Are you alright?” You asked.

“Yes its just... Henriette...”

“What about her? You don’t think she’s a spy or planning something bad do you?”

“While I don’t think it’s out of the realm of possibility, I’m more curious about her... family...”

“Huh? Family?” You rose an eyebrow.

“Well... she just looks um...” his cheeks turned pink and he seemed embarrassed to speak.

“What? Alfonse what are you trying to say?”

“I think she might be...our future child. I-I mean not you and me specifically! But like... maybe? But also, possibly Sharena?” He waved his hands in front of him as his cheeks flared red. You cocked your head.

“What? What in God’s name gave you that idea?” Now that he mentioned that, you could almost piece together a somewhat coherent idea. Alfonse was always good at reading into things like this.

“I mean... she looks almost like you. But similar to us too. She acts just like Sharena. Lif has been watching over her, and he’s...” he couldn’t finish that part. “And her name is Henriette. The coincidences are too big.”

You understood now.

“But... what do we do now? Should we ask her or...?”

“I think it’s still too early to tell. We might need to get it out of her slowly. But this is just my hypothesis. I think it’s best we protect her and let her relax. If she’s been with Lif then... there’s no telling what she may have had to deal with.” He trailed off.

“I understand. I think maybe we should just... let them be? I don’t think they’ve had the chance to be a kid. But we should probably go find her before Anna tries to teach her about swindling people out of money.” You chuckled. You were about to walk away when Alfonse grabbed your hand.

“Um... (Y/n)... I know this is a lot to take in but don’t tell this to anyone else. I don’t want to make things awkward or give them hope about something that may or may not be true. I don’t think it’s fair to Sharena to tell her that Henriette may be her daughter or niece.” You nodded.

“Your secret is safe with me.” His face softened.

“Thank you, (Y/n).” He said your name breathlessly and smiled, “I know I can trust you with this.”

You two walked around the castle trying to find Sharena and Henriette, and after about an hour of searching and asking around, you found the two in the kitchen. Sharena was gushing about vanilla cakes while Henriette munched on some cookies, engrossed in every word the Princess was saying. Feh was on Henriette’s lap, the bird being stroked by the young girl.

“There you two are!” Sharena waved you over. “Come on, I want your opinion about my cakes.” She stabbed a fork into her creation and placed it to your mouth, eagerly awaiting for you to try it. You opened your mouth and ate the cake, sighing euphorically as you tasted it.

“That’s so good, Sharena. You always make the best desserts.” She blushed at your compliments and waved her hand dismissively.

“Oh you’re just exaggerating!”

“But I’m not! Seriously!” You exclaimed.

Henriette looked curiously at you two, and you looked back at her.

“Henriette? What’s up?” She pointed at the window, meekly raising her index.

“W-who is he?” She asked, pointing to a young green haired archer.

“Oh? Do you mean Rolf?” Sharena asked. Henriette nodded. “Oh I see! Do you want to be his friend? I’m sure he’d love to have someone his age as his friend!”

Henriette stood up, causing Feh to flap her wings erratically from the sudden jump.

You held out your hand and Henriette skipped over to you.

“I’m going to have a friend! That’s going to be so fun! What do I say? What do I do?” She nervously asked.

“Hey, don’t be afraid. Just act natural. Rolf is very nice, so he won’t hurt you.” You assured.

You two walked outside and you waved your arm in the air while shouting for the young boy.

“Rolf! Hey, Rolf!” You called. The archer looked up at you curiously and ran over to you.

“Summoner! Hey!” He greeted.

“Rolf, I want you to meet Henriette! She’s a new friend who’s going to be staying with us for a bit.” You placed your hands on Henriette’s shoulders as she bit her thumb.

“Really? Hi, Henriette!” Rolf extended his hand. “I’m Rolf!”

“Hi, Rolf!” She bit her lip before she gripped his hand back and shook it.

“She’s new here and since you’re about her age, I thought it’d be nice if you two got to know each other.”

“Will do, Summoner! Henriette, what do you like to do?” Rolf asked.

“Um... I don’t know? Usually I read or play hide and seek.” Henriette responsed.

“Oh okay! Do you know anything about archery?” He asked. She shook her head. “Alright! Then I’ll show ya!” He extended his hand for her to grip, and she did so without a second thought. Rolf grinned as he began to run, Henriette giggling as she ran with him.

You watched as their figures became smaller and smaller. It was a cute sight to see.

But the happiness was short-lived as you thought of what Alfonse said.

This was possibly my child.

It haunted you, honestly. It was just such a sudden notion, and one you didn’t know how to process. In a future where all hope was destroyed, you had a child... with Sharena or Alfonse. Or, this child wasn’t even yours at all. It was tough to think about. You pushed it in the back of your mind. It wasn’t something you should think of now. Besides, maybe Alfonse was wrong. Maybe Henriette really had nothing to do with any of you, and you were just overthinking.

It’s still too early to tell...

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[cherry-flavoured-thot]

...I now require horny Lif please

and giving out horny is what i do best!

Lif: 

-Lif in the bedroom is not like his other self, he has no reservations and is more shameless. He also is not as gentle or as submissive as his other self, so his ends up with lots of bruises after encounters of the sexual kind. 

-To compare, regular Alfonse would never initiate sex somewhere public out of fear of getting caught, Lif will just push his s/o up against a wall somewhere and fuck them senseless if he wants them enough. 

-Also regular Alfonse would be embarrassed if caught, Lif would just glare at the interruption until it goes away.  

-But like there is a rare gentleness that slips out sometimes, where he finds himself tenderly stroking his s/o, placing his forehead against their’s while fucking them, whispering a sweet nothing. 

-He tends to steer clear of that part of himself, fucking away the feelings before they catch up to him. Which is why he’s rough more often or not, also because he’s possessive and likes seeing his s/o bruise. 

-possessiveness = biting. that’s just how it be. 

-So remember how I posted about how he nuts blue ectoplasm, i was going to add to that post that he likes to make his s/o open their mouth when it’s full of cum so he can see their tongue glowing blue. 

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