irisandlily

[irisandlily]

if you cant tell already i have a lot of feelings about lucisev

#i love love LOVE them #they give me severe brainrot #lucisev #lily speaks #lucina especially oh my god

[irisandlily]

okay so i have the headcanon that morgan disappeared some time before lucina and the other 2nd gen kids traveled to the past. this is in morgan's pov, after he's recruited in awakening, and he finds out from several that he disappeared and left them all :)

(also on ao3)

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Morgan knows Lucina is keeping something from him. 

He doesn't know what exactly. If he had his memories, he'd probably be able to guess. He can’t outright ask her, because if he asks if she’s not telling him something, she’ll deny it.

When he asks her about their childhood, she answers his questions deftly, with fondness and a soft expression.

When he asks about more recent memories though, such as their time together before they traveled back to the past, she deflects the conversation to something else or is vague- avoiding the topic altogether.

He asks their friends, but receives unhelpful answers, with all of them saying similar things, unwilling to share what they know.

“I got a feeling about what it is, but it ain’t my place to say. ” Brady tells him, as he wraps a minor injury on Morgan’s knee. He had deemed that the injury wasn’t anything too serious and didn’t need the immediate healing of a staff, hence the bandages. “We’ve all gone through our fair share of shit. Everything we’ve been through… If Lucina won’t say, then maybe ya shouldn’t ask.”

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“It’s probably about when you- GAH!” Inigo scowls down at Nah, who glares up at him as if she didn’t just jab his ribcage with the ladle in her hand.

“Ignore him.” Nah says, and spoons some soup into Morgan’s bowl. “We all have our secrets, Lucina more than others.” she pauses, “You should ask Gerome. They talk about everything together.”

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“What Lucina chooses to share with me is between the two of us,” Gerome answers stiffly, as he tends to his wyvern Minerva. “I will not reveal her secrets.” Morgan frowns, almost pouting, and Gerome takes one look at him before he sighs, “If you must know, go and bother Severa about it, but understand this Morgan- Severa’s answer will not be what you’re looking for, nor will it be a kind one.”

So, Morgan approaches Severa, when she’s training alone, a little ways away from the camp, and asks her, why Lucina avoids talking about certain parts of their life, and what it is Lucina is keeping from him.

“Look, Morgan.” Severa sighs, “I’m not telling you because you deserve to know. I’m telling you because Lucina sure as hell isn’t going to tell you, and if Gerome told you to ask me, then he thinks this is important for you to know.”

“What Lucina won’t tell you… It happened almost a year before we traveled to the past I think. She didn’t tell me all the details of that night, but… you guys were spending time together and when she was asleep you just… left. In the middle of the night, you left Ylisstol.”

“I-” he’s… shocked, honestly. He thought Lucina’s reluctance to tell him of their more recent past was for a different reason. That, he and Lucina had argued and separated on less than pleasant terms when they traveled to the past. “I left?”

“You disappeared and left a note for Lucina, yes.”

“What-” Morgan swallows thickly, hands fiddling with the tome in his hands. “What did it say?” up until this point of their conversion, Severa has refused to look at him, staring off into the distance, her voice stilted, expression blank, not betraying any emotion on her face.

“You told her you were going to find your mom. That you didn’t know when you’d come back.” 

“I- I’m sorry.” Morgan apologizes, and it’s more of an automatic response than a genuine one, because he doesn’t know what to say.

What else can he say?

His words seem to strike a nerve, and Severa’s blank expression breaks, anger taking over.

“She spent months looking for you.” she snaps, and Morgan flinches. “Did you even think about how she felt when you left!? You-” Severa closes her eyes for a moment, gathering her thoughts. Morgan doesn’t miss the way she grips her sword, and the thought that she’s restraining herself from running him through with her sword crosses his mind briefly. Severa opens her eyes and levels him with a… certain look. Her brown eyes contain a storm of fury, and Morgan has the feeling that this isn’t his first time being on the receiving end of her rage.

 “You, of all people knew how ragged the war was running her. How- she was overworking herself. How- how she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders but you still-!” her voice falters, and she turns away quickly, taking a few deep breaths. When she turns back around, her eyes are watery.

Morgan feels the guilt and shame well up inside him. Guilt, for his actions in the past, though he can’t remember them, and shame, that he made Severa of all people cry. From the time he’s spent getting to know all his friends again, he knows Severa isn’t one to cry so easily.

“Severa-”

“Sorry.” she grumbles, “I shouldn’t yell at you when you can’t even remember anything.” her words, while correct, manage to sting. She wipes away the wetness from her eyes with the back of her hand and sighs, sniffling. “Lucina’s gonna hate me when she finds out I told you.”

“Luci could never hate you,” Morgan says firmly, so sure of his own words.

“It’d be easier if she did,” Severa mutters, so quiet that Morgan almost doesn’t hear her. He wants to ask, but decides against it, not wanting to open up that can of worms. 

Morgan is probably the last person Severa would want to talk to about her personal feelings anyway.

“I- thanks for telling me, Severa,” Morgan says awkwardly. “And- I really am sorry.”

“I should be the one apologizing. For yelling at you and shit.” Severa sighs, “Whatever. It’s in the past, and you don’t even have your memories so there’s no point in me staying mad at you for it.” she sheathes her sword, “I need to cool off. I’ll see ya at dinner.��� and she walks back to camp, leaving Morgan to his thoughts.

#fe morgan #fe severa #fe lucina #fe awakening #fire emblem awakening #fire emblem fanfiction #lily's writing #slight hints of lucisev but like you gotta squint and also read knowing i ship lucisev lol #fe fanfic

[irisandlily]

im poor but i wanna commission fe lucina art for some of my stories SOOOOOOO BAD

#foaming at the mouth at the thought of having art based off something I wrote #i will CRY #lily speaks

[irisandlily]

Fire Emblem Siblings Week 2023- Lucina & Morgan (4/7)

Prompt: Return

Rating: General Audiences

(also on ao3)

When they arrive at the ruins in Northeastern Ferox, in search of Naga’s Tear, they aren’t expecting it to be full of Risen.

“I suppose we're just gonna have to earn this treasure the old-fashioned way,” 

Lucina sighs, recalling her father’s words. If only things were that simple.

Their group splits off into two different parts of the ruins. Her parents and a few of the Shepherds take to the west side of the ruins. Lucina, along with Owain, Gerome, Severa, Inigo, and Kjelle go along the east side.

Lucina and her group enter a large room, and on the other side, atop a flight of stairs, she sees a figure firing spells off at a Risen general. Their coat is all too similar to her mother’s, and when they shoot off a blast of wind, sending the Risen into the wall, their hood is blown off, revealing familiar short blue hair, brown eyes, and a triumphant smile.

Next to her, Severa gasps. “Is that-?!”

“Cover me!” Lucina shouts, and she fights her way through the group of Risen occupying the room, with her friends making sure she isn’t attacked from behind. 

She ends up only a few feet away from the bottom of the stairs, Falchion severing a Risen’s head from its body when she looks up frantically at the boy.

Nine, covered in leaves and dirt, trudging mud into the study, a worm wiggling in his hands. “I found a worm Luci! I- hey, why are you hiding behind Father?”

Thirteen, face smudged with soot, smelling of smoke and firewood. “Hey Luci, hypothetically speaking, how mad would you be if I accidentally set all the training dummies on fire?”

Fifteen, eyes sullen, a faraway look in his eyes, on their mother’s birthday. “Lucina do you think… is it possible she might be-”

“...They’re gone, Morgan.”

“Morgan!?”

At the shout of the name, Morgan turns his head to look at her, his face twisting into confusion when they lock eyes.

He looks just like how she remembers him.

A mix of emotions fills her. Relief, that he’s alive, then anger. Anger that he disappeared without a goodbye, that he never once let her know, in the years he was gone, that he was still alive.

Then the realization that he’s fighting off a Risen general by himself hits her.

Idiot!

“You-” She starts, but she’s cut off when the Risen General roars behind Morgan. Three more Risen stand in Lucina’s way, and she glances behind herself. Her friends have picked off the rest of the Risen, and they continue to make quick work of the remaining three.

She hears Morgan yell out two spells in succession, and a flash of lightning followed by an explosion reverberates throughout the chamber. She looks up in time to see Morgan thrown back by the explosion, and Lucina dashes forward, dropping Falchion as she rushes up the stairs. She manages to catch Morgan halfway, and they’re sent flying, tumbling down the staircase.

Her body aches from the fall, and she manages to catch her breath. Gerome helps her stand up, handing Falchion to her, which she takes.

“Is everyone okay?” Lucina asks, and they all answer varying degrees of ‘yes’. She wipes the blood on Falchion with her cape and sheathes the sword. “Morgan?” she reaches a hand out, and he stares at her, brow furrowed, before deciding to accept her hand, helping him onto his feet.

“I’m okay. Err… thanks,” he says awkwardly.

“Morgan, how did you get here?” she asks, “You disappeared and I thought-” I thought you were dead. She bites back the words. “Where have you been?”

“I-” Morgan hesitates, “Sorry I don’t- Who are you?”

Lucina stares at him in disbelief. “Morgan if this is your way of joking-”

“I’m sorry, I really don’t know who any of you are.” Morgan shakes his head. “I woke up… sprawled in a field, and wandered here. I can’t recall anything before that. The only memories I have are of my mother.”

Lucina feels her blood run cold. She wishes this was a cruel joke. Morgan had disappeared nearly half a year before Lucina and their friends had traveled to the past, making it almost three years since she’s last seen him.

But she knows Morgan. Knows that he wouldn’t play such a cruel joke on her and that his words and expressions are honest, not displaying a hint of malice or trickery.

What other choice does she have but to believe him?

“So you know who Robin is?”

“Yes, I know her! She’s my mother!” he smiles, and Lucina’s heart aches.

“Morgan- this may be hard to believe, but I need you to stay calm and listen to me.” there isn’t a delicate way for her to tell him when he seems to have amnesia, so she decides to be blunt. “I’m your older sister, Lucina, and our mother is Robin. Like me and our friends here, you come from the future.”

“...What?! But I... The future?!” he stares at her in bewilderment, “Is... Is that why I have no memory? But wait, I remember Mother. So why don't I remember you?” 

“I wish I knew the answer to that.” she says, “Do you remember our father, Chrom?”

“No, nothing like that.”

“Well… at least you remember Mother.” she sighs, “Maybe you’ll remember something when you meet her and Father. You should come with us till then. I don’t want you pulling another stunt like you just did with that Risen general.”

“Heh.” despite the strange circumstances, Morgan laughs easily. “Thank you, Lucina. Just lead the way.”

#fire emblem siblings week 2023 #fe lucina #fe morgan #fe awakening #fire emblem awakening #lily's writing #fire emblem fanfiction #WEE OOO WEE OOOOO ANOTHER STORY???? WOWIE #anyway i had fun writing this one #took some of the dialogue from when chrom recruits morgan

[irisandlily]

Fire Emblem Siblings Week 2023- Lucina & Morgan (3/7)

Prompt: Clothes

Rating: General Audiences

(also on ao3)

"Hey Luci!" The door to the study bursts open, and Lucina looks up to see Morgan. She doesn’t even get a chance to greet him or ask him why he’s here (when he’s supposed to be in a meeting with their Mother) before he runs over to her excitedly. "I got something to show you." He turns around, fiddling with something, and when he turns back to face her, it's like she's looking into a mirror.

A familiar blue mask, reminiscent of a butterfly covers his face.

"Where did you-?"

"Gerome gave it to me. He said he didn't need it anymore." He grins, "Don't I look like a masked vigilante?”

“You do.” With the mask on, he looks just as Lucina did when she disguised herself under the alias ‘Marth’. Of course, Morgan doesn’t know about ‘Marth’, and has never gotten the chance to meet him. If he had, he would have known instantly that it was her, and probably have teased her for it. “Did… Gerome tell you why he had that mask?”

“No, I just assumed it was an extra he had lying around and never used,” Morgan says with a shrug, taking off the mask. “But you know… I think this mask would look good on you.”

“...Me?”

“Yeah.” Morgan nods his head enthusiastically. “I bet you would look really cool if you wore it!” he shoves the mask in front of her face, and she leans back, lest he somehow pokes her eyes out with it. “Try it on!”

“I-”

“Come on Luci! Pleaseeeeeee?” he pleads, and Lucina relents. She puts it on at his insistence. It’s… strange, how familiar and comforting it feels to be wearing it again.

“Wow!! Lucina, you look so cool with the mask on!” Morgan exclaims, “I bet if you wore this all the time you’d be super popular!”

“I… do not want that to happen,” she’s lucky that when she first wore it, people left her alone. She wouldn’t be able to handle it if she had a gaggle of admirers following after her like she heard happened to Gerome some time ago. She takes off the mask and hands it back to Morgan.

“Oh, by the way, Mother told me about ‘Marth’.”

“Ah… did she…?”

Morgan laughs at her sudden awkwardness. “Who knew you’d become a masked hero like in the books we read as kids?”

“Well, it had been a last-minute decision,” Lucina huffs, a little embarrassed. 

“I think it’s pretty cool that you did that though. But then again, everything you do is cool.”

“Now you’re just saying that.” Lucina shakes her head, “But… thank you. What do you plan on doing with the mask?”

“I think I’ll wear it around for funsies.” Morgan grins, “See if anyone recognizes me or mistakes me for you. Or better yet-“ he puts the mask back on, and picks up Falchion from where it’s propped against the desk “See what I can get away with doing.” he swings the sword, knocking over a stack of books in the process, and Lucina sighs.

“You are going to be a menace.”

#fire emblem siblings week 2023 #fe lucina #fe morgan #fe awakening #fire emblem awakening kids #lily's writing #fire emblem fanfiction

[irisandlily]

Fire Emblem Siblings Week 2023- Lucina & Morgan (2/7)

Prompt: Bedtime

Rating: General Audiences

(also on ao3)

Ever since they were little, Morgan has always been spoiled by Lucina. Even now, Lucina allows him to try out any experiments he wants, as well as any questionable ideas and tactics he has. She lets him skip the meetings with the council, and lets him (sometimes) get away with accidentally setting things on fire, despite the scolding he gets from their aunts and Frederick.

…

Morgan has been lying in bed for an hour, unable to fall asleep. There’s too much noise in his mind, tactics and ideas flying around, making him toss and turn.

I wonder if Lucina’s still up. His bedside clock reads a little past one. The likelihood of Lucina still being up is pretty high, but there’s always the possibility she decided to turn in early for the night.

He untangles himself from the warmth of his blankets and leaves his bedroom. He doesn’t run into any guards as he walks through the palace (weird, he’ll have to bring that up to someone tomorrow), and his feet lead the way.

The quiet of the palace at night always made him uneasy as a child, and being older (fourteen) didn’t change that. He’s used to the noise and chaoticness that came with maneuvering through the halls and weaving in between staff and nobles during the day.

At night, it always felt like there was something lurking in every shadow, waiting for the opportune moment to strike him.

He stops in front of Lucina’s room and knocks on the door. He hears the shuffling of papers and the scrape of a chair. Lucina opens the door, and there isn’t a hint of surprise on her face when she sees him.

“I wondered who would be knocking at my door so late at night.” she says, “Is something wrong?”

"Can I sleep in your room?"

"Morgan, you're not a child." is what she says, but she lets him in anyways. Morgan throws himself onto her bed, kicking his slippers off in the process, and proceeds to bury himself under the heavy winter blankets.

“You’re not sleeping?” he asks, when she goes to her desk instead of coming to the bed.

“I need to make some revisions to a couple of documents first.”

“It’s bedtime,” he says with a frown. “Do you need those done before the morning meeting?”

“Hm, I need them done before the end of the week.” Lucina muses, “It’s always better to get them done early and out of the way.”

“What a workaholic,” Morgan complains, and tosses a pillow at her, hitting his sister in the face. “I’m telling Aunt Lissa and Aunt Maribelle that you were up working all night again.” he threatens, and Lucina winces.

“Don’t- do that. They already have enough to worry about.” Morgan glares at her, and she sighs, relenting. She blows out the candles on the desk, and the room is engulfed in darkness, save for the moonlight coming from the windows and balcony doors. Lucina shuffles to the other side of the bed, and slides under the blankets.

Morgan grins, “Goodnight Luci!”

A small smile finds its way onto her lips. “Goodnight Morgan.”

#fire emblem siblings week 2023 #fe lucina #fe morgan #fe awakening #fire emblem awakening #lily's writing #fire emblem fanfiction #just some fluff <3 #more angst later today or tomorrow

[irisandlily]

man its really been almost a whole year since I last posted a fanfic 💀

#ive been writing so much lucina and lucisev on and off #but i realized i never posted them cause i never finished any of them 💀💀💀 #anyway expect more this week #the fe siblings week has revived me #lily speaks

[irisandlily]

Fire Emblem Siblings Week 2023- Lucina & Morgan (1/7)

Prompt: Fears

Rating: General Audiences

(also on ao3)

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"Gerome, Severa, Kjelle, Inigo, and Nah with me," Lucina says, “Brady and Laurent will stay here at camp, and I want Yarne and Morgan to head back to the castle to update Owain and the others of the situation.”

"I'm not going back to the castle."

"Morgan-"

“If you won’t let me go with you, at least let me be here to greet you when you come back.”

“...Alright.”

That had been an hour ago. Lucina and less than half the soldiers at the camp left to assist a village plagued by Risen, because Lucina always helps those in need.

Morgan paces back and forth in the supply tent. He’s helping Brady go through their inventory and record how much of what they have left in stock and if they need to get more supplies. Well, he’s supposed to be helping Brady, but Morgan is feeling too restless to do that.

"Yeesh. Stop pacing so much. You're even making me feel uneasy." Brady complains.

"I just feel so useless." Morgan grumbles, "The others are fighting and I'm just sitting at camp waiting for them to come back."

"And what does that make me and Laurent? Chopped liver?”

“I didn’t mean-”

“Just sit your butt down and help me organize our inventory.” Brady motions him over, and Morgan obeys with some reluctance. agitated by how unconcerned Brady seems to be.

“What if it’s an ambush? What if the Grimleal-”

“Stop thinking about all these what-ifs.” Brady snaps, “I’m worried bout them too, but worrying ain't gonna do nothing for them.”

Morgan knows Brady’s right, that Morgan worrying isn’t going to do anything, so he tries to calm his thoughts. He focuses on helping Brady with inventory, fiddling with the record book and quill in his hands.

Another hour passes, and a horn is sounded, signifying Lucina's return. Morgan stands up quickly, knocking over the inkwell and spilling ink all over the floor. He ignores Brady’s annoyance, and rushes out of the supply tent, just in time to see Nah landing in the middle of the camp. She is quick to detransform, her face panicked, voice loud as she shouts for Brady. Minerva lands beside her, with Gerome and Severa and-

His heart drops to his stomach.

Lucina sits in between Gerome and Severa, leaning against the redhead, eyes closed, face a deathly shade of white. Gerome dismounts Minerva, already taking Lucina in his arms from Severa when Morgan gets to them.

"What happened?!" Blood seeps through Lucina's clothes from a wound cutting across her chest and through her armor.

"Outta the way!" Morgan hears Brady, who comes up from behind, pushing him to the side. He quickly accesses Lucina, before barking orders at Gerome to get her to the medical tent.

Morgan hurries after Gerome and Brady to the medical tent, where Gerome sets Lucina down on one of the cots, and strips her of her armor to give Brady better access to her injuries. Brady is quick to get to work, staff in hand as he begins repeating a mantra of healing spells, a trail of white magic escaping from his free hand as it hovers over Lucina and into her wounds.

"Brady her arm-" Morgan chokes out. Lucina's right arm, her sword arm, is broken, bent at an unnatural angle. He notices another injury on Lucina's shoulder too, a deep gash cutting through her clothes that he can see where her skin is cut.

He feels like he’s going to throw up.

The more he looks at Lucina, the more injuries he starts to notice, and the more he begins to spiral into a jumble of anxiety-ridden thoughts.

What if she already lost too much blood?

What if Gerome brought her back too late?

What if she-

"Morgan I need ya to leave." Brady’s voice breaks through his distress, and Morgan snaps his attention back to the blond.

“I’m not-”

“You’re hovering and you’re getting antsy.” Brady points out, not taking his eyes off Lucina. “I can’t concentrate if I have to worry about you having an anxiety attack while you watch me. Gerome, take him outside.”

Gerome grabs at his arm, and Morgan doesn’t resist as his friend leads him out of the medical tent. Morgan shakes off his friend’s hand and sets himself down on a wooden crate outside the tent, refusing to move. Gerome leaves him there, walking away to (Morgan assumes) tend to his wyvern. Laurent arrives, nodding to Morgan in greeting before he enters the tent to assist with healing.

Over the course of an hour (maybe two, Morgan isn’t keeping track of time), the rest of his friends and the soldiers that had gone with Lucina filter through. 

Kjelle with a fractured leg, Severa with broken ribs, Inigo with a concussion, and Gerome and Nah with arrows lodged in them. They all have more injuries on their bodies, but none so in a state as bad as Lucina's.

“Hey.” a bowl of soup is shoved into his view, and he lifts his head to see Nah in front of him. “Here.”

“I don’t want any,” he says, his stomach still in knots as he waits for Brady to emerge from the tent.

“And I’m not asking.” the Manakete pushes the bowl into his hands. “You need to eat.” She sits down next to him, staring at him until her gaze becomes almost unbearable, and he eats a few spoonfuls of soup to get her to stop staring at him.

The soup is bland and watery, the carrots undercooked, the meat tough, and the potatoes turned into mush. He forces himself to consume at least half of it, to alleviate the concern on Nah’s face.

They’re both quiet, and Morgan notices Nah’s shoulders and right arm are wrapped in bandages.

“How’s your-” he motions with a hand.

“Better with Laurent’s help,” she answers. “He said I should be fine in a day or two. Just needs to rest.”

“That’s good.” they’re silent again. Normally, Morgan would be carrying the conversation, but right now…

“Lucina will be alright.” Nah speaks suddenly, “She won’t let herself get killed by something like that.”

“What… did happen?”

“There wasn’t a lot of Risen at first.” Nah explains, “But then more and more started showing up, and we found out there was a dark mage. Lucina was their target and-... well, you get the picture.” 

A dark mage…

Brady emerges from the tent, and Morgan bolts up to his feet, uncaring about the bowl of soup spilling to the ground.

“Brady- Lucina- is she-?”

“She’s doing fine.” Brady answers, “You can stop worrying. She’s awake.” that’s all Morgan needs to hear, and he pushes past Brady and enters the tent. It’s almost empty by now, with only a few healers and soldiers still inside. 

He sees Lucina, color returned to her face, sitting upright in the cot, with Gerome standing by her bedside. Like Nah, the two of them have their injuries wrapped in bandages. She turns her head, and when she sees him, her gaze softens. 

Morgan walks over to her, and all but collapses at her side. Fear and relief overwhelm him, and he starts to cry. Lucina doesn’t say anything, reaching over to pull him into a hug, despite her injuries, to comfort him.

#fe lucina #fe morgan #fe awakening #fire emblem awakening #fire emblem siblings week 2023 #fe nah #fe brady #lily's writing #fire emblem fanfiction #i LOVEEEEEEE writing these two as siblings

[irisandlily]

trying to write something for lucinas birthday and... it's definetly going somewhere

#what im writing is soemthing ive been writing for almost two years on and off #cause im a lazy dumb dumb #who cant focus ln writjng one thing which is why i post a fanfic once a year #fe lucina #fe awakening #fire emblem awakening #lily speaks #anyway i hope to finish this by the 20th but #who am i kidding this is me were talking about

[irisandlily]

my headcanons for the awakening kids heights because i need something to reference when im writing my lucina fics

2nd pic is just lucisev height comparisons post awakening and post fates

#fe lucina #fe severa #fe awakening #fire emblem awakening #god i dont want to tag all the kids #fire emblem awakening kids #lily speaks #i tried to take into account that some of the official art they're not like #standing fully but eeeehhhhh you get the idea #also ngl noire's heroes alt hurts my back just looking at her #fe heroes #fire emblem heroes #lucisev #kinda

[irisandlily]

Anoooother ElizaSilas commission for @liliesiris ! 🥰🥰🥰✨✨✨

Some Valentines alts for these two!

#hehehehehe 🥰 #fe silas #fe fates #oc: eliza(fire emblem) #fire emblem mu #elizasilas #fe heroes #fire emblem #lily's oc #art

[irisandlily]

lucina my beloved <3

#contrary to popular belief i actually want GOOD things for lucina #as opposed to all the sad things i write about her #blorbo bleebus #fe lucina #fe awakening #fire emblem awakening #lucina fire emblem #but i do love giving her trauma <3

[irisandlily]

debating if i should even do fictober cause

1. it’d be probably just fire emblem/lucisev

2. ill give up writing halfway through the month like usual

#im also depressed af rn and hella stressed cause of work #soooooo #my motivation to do anything other than play genshin is nonexistent #lily speaks

[irisandlily]

lucisev angst :)

(also on ao3)

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Severa is attuned to Lucina’s presence. She can tell, even with her back turned, when Lucina enters the room, even if she doesn’t make a sound.

Inigo had called it her 'Lucina compass', to which she had smacked his arm in response. He had described it perfectly and Severa didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of being right because-

Severa had grown so used to always being with Lucina, that it felt like a part of her was missing when they were apart for too long.

So of course Severa wakes up in the middle of the night because Lucina isn’t tucked around her body like usual, disturbing her sleep. Despite how late it is, Severa can make out her lover a few feet away from the foot of Severa’s bed, standing and looking out one of the windows as snow falls outside, surrounding Nohr. The moonlight reflecting off the snow bathes Lucina in a white glow, making her look ethereal. 

Lucina turns to look at Severa with a smile.

"The snow reminds me of home." 

“Anywhere that snows reminds you of home.” 

Lucina chuckles, “Yes, but the snow and Nohr's scenery remind me of our future past. Bleak and… empty.” Severa knows what she means. After the deaths of their parents, the war had ravaged and torn through Ylisse, and the Fell Dragon had descended upon them and turned their home into a desolate place until nothing had remained.

She doesn’t understand why Lucina’s bringing that up though.

Lucina beckons her over with a hand, and Severa stands up and walks over. Lucina brings her close, hands on her waist as she kisses her. Something nags at the back of Severa’s mind, but she ignores it in favor of kissing Lucina.

Lucina presses a kiss to her nose, and her smile is… off, as she speaks. "Do you miss it, Severa? Home?"

"I do." There isn't a moment where Severa isn't thinking of home. Of Ylisse and their friends and family. 

"Then why did you leave?” Lucina's hands squeeze, pinching at Severa's side, and she yelps, wiggling out of the other's grip, only to have the princess grab her wrist.

"Lucina- you're hurting me." Lucina's grip on her wrist is tight, nails digging into her skin.

"Why did you leave us? Leave me?"

"What are you- I didn't-" a sudden realization hits Severa like a bucket of cold water, shocking her to her core.

Lucina didn't come with her to Nohr. She hadn't been there with Inigo and Owain when they became retainers to the Nohrian royal family.

How could she forget?

The Lucina in front of her, gripping her wrist, isn't real.

"Why did you leave?" Lucina asks again, and she isn't smiling anymore. Her face is blank. Emotionless.

Because I had no choice-

Because they needed my help-

Because-

"You left first." Severa forces out.

If Lucina hadn't left Ylisstol- hadn't left her, then Severa wouldn't have gone with Owain and Inigo. Or she would have asked Lucina to go with them.

But she didn't ask, because Lucina had already left weeks before. 

Severa had gone through a turmoil of emotions. She had wanted to scream and curse Lucina for leaving because that was better than the other option. Crying. Crying and curling up in bed.

She did neither of those things, because she's Severa and she wasn't going to let anyone see how affected she was by Lucina's absence. So, she acted the same as ever, and if she was a bit more hostile whenever Lucina was brought up well… that was her business.

Leaving Ylisse, leaving to assist another world, had provided her with a good distraction for the most part.

"You didn't even say goodbye." She chokes out, and the grip on her wrist loosens, as the Lucina in front of her runs her thumb over Severa's wrist, as if attempting to soothe the pain she had inflicted.

Her expression is… regretful. Loving, as she presses a kiss to her wrist.

"Do you hate me?"

She wants to say yes. It would be easier, to hate Lucina, even if the one in front of her isn't real. 

"What a stupid question." Severa huffs, "I could never hate you. Not even a dream version of you."

Dream Lucina smiles, “Thank you.” and kisses her again.

It’s early morning when Severa wakes up, sunlight peeking through the curtains she’d forgotten to close completely last night. She grasps at the ring hanging from a silver chain she’d forgotten to take off last night. A silver band, with a royal blue sapphire sitting in the center of a silver rose, accompanied by small diamonds on either side. Given to her shortly after the war had ended.

She brings it up to her lips and presses a kiss against it.

Happy birthday Lucina.

#lucisev #fe lucina #fe severa #fe awakening #fire emblem awakening #fe fates #fire emblem fates #lily's writing

[irisandlily]

me: i wonder if lucina ever had people trying to kill her because she's a princess/her dad's chrom 🤔 anyway that's what this is basically, with some lucisev 😌

(also on ao3)

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Lucina wakes in the middle of the night, to a nightmare she can barely grasp the details of, and a feeling of discomfort, creeping under her skin. The room is colder. Louder, and Lucina notices that the balcony doors are open, allowing the storm outside to blanket them in the sounds of the wind howling and the thunder and rain.

She sits up, and Severa grumbles beside her at Lucina's movements interrupting her peaceful sleep. Lucina soothes the redhead with a kiss on her cheek and slips out of bed, wondering if she or Severa had forgotten to close the doors and the storm had blown them wide open. It wouldn't be the first time, especially with how busy and tired they are these days. 

She lights the lamp on the bedside table, barely illuminating the room, and walks over to the balcony doors, a nagging feeling in the back of her mind, telling her something isn't right.

That's when she notices a pair of muddied footprints, leading from the balcony, to the foot of her bed and stopping there.

Someone's in here. 

Fear seizes her heart, but the worry for Severa's safety overrides it. Before she can even move to where Falchion rests against the bedside table, there's a flash of lightning, and a figure rushes at her from the darkness of the room, a sword gleaming in the night as it's raised at her.

Lucina moves in an instant, lunging to the side to dodge, but the sword slices through her shirt and her skin, and she lets a cry of pain. She doesn't let it stop her from grabbing the first thing she can get her hands on though. 

She all but tosses a chair at the intruder with every bit of her strength, who narrowly dodges it, undeterred by almost being hit with a chair.

Another flash of lightning, and she can see them a bit more clearly than before. A black mask with violet markings. Markings she's seen many times before: in the heat of battle, on her brother's hand, and at the nape of her neck in a set of mirrors.

The Fell Brand.

Lucina needs to get to Falchion, but the Grimleal stands between her and the divine weapon. She can only wait for an opening or attempt to disarm them. 

She's shocked though, when the Grimleal lets out a pained sound, as a sword stabs through their middle. The sound of flesh echoes in the room as the sword is pulled out as quick as it had pierced through, and the Grimleal falls over.

Severa stands there, breathing heavily, gripping Falchion in her hands. When her eyes meet Lucina's, she tosses the sword to the ground and stumbles forward to catch her as the princess all but collapses into her arms.

When Lucina opens her eyes, she's in Severa's arms, the redhead's worried and fearful expression the first thing she sees. Lucina’s drowsy, and barely registers the warm feeling of a healer's magic weaving through her body, mending her injury as she reaches up a hand to touch Severa's face. 

"How you feeling?" Severa's voice is uncharacteristically soft, but Lucina can hear the concern and tiredness in her voice. 

"Fine." She answers, "You're not hurt are you?"

"You're the one who was stabbed and you're asking me if I'm ok?" Severa brings her own hand up to rest against Lucina’s hand on her cheek, turning her face slightly to press a kiss to the palm. "I'm fine too." 

“I’m a little sleepy,” Lucina admits, letting her hand fall to lay on her stomach.

“That’s the magic doing its job.” Severa threads her fingers through Lucina’s hair gently, soothing. “You can sleep. I’ll be here.” 

The next time Lucina wakes up, it’s in the palace infirmary, and Severa sitting at the edge of her bed, holding her hand.

Later, she'll have to deal with the aftermath of meetings from almost being murdered. But for now… 

She presses a kiss to Severa's hand. 

For now, she'll enjoy the quiet of the infirmary with Severa at her side.

#fe lucina #fe severa #lucisev #fe awakening #fire emblem awakening #lily's writing

[irisandlily]

I love Lucina a normal amount

#i need to start building my collection of lucina merch its a CRIME i barely have anything of her #also im gonna buy that kucina figma mark my words #in two weeks...... ill buy it and she'll be mine #fe lucina #fe awakening #fire emblem awakening #lucina fire emblem #lily speaks

[irisandlily]

LuciSev- “Will you quit talking like that?! I’m not leaving you behind!“

happy pride everyone here’s some lucisev based on a prompt from here!! (also on ao3)

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The rain pours down on Severa and Lucina, drenching them from head to toe through their cloaks as they traverse through the forest, stopping to catch their breath. Their cloaks do nothing to keep them dry against the onslaught of rain, and their boots are waterlogged and sink into the mud with each step they take.

Severa feels absolutely gross and cranky.

Her grumpy mood is apparent, and Lucina only chooses to speak once they seek shelter under a tree, which does little to help shield them.

“I’m sorry Severa. This is all my fault.”

Severa doesn’t say anything, because it kinda is her fault that they ended up in this dingy forest in the first place, looking for old ruins far from Ylisstol. When they did find it, the place had been crawling with bandits and they had barely managed to escape.

So, she keeps quiet, and instead does a quick glance over the princess. A bandit had managed to stab into Lucina’s side, but not without the princess swinging Falchion and severing the man’s hand from his arm. 

Severa crouches down and tears at her own cloak, urging Lucina to move her hand where it's pressed against her injury. The stab wound isn't as bad as Severa had worried it would be, and she uses the cloth she tore to wrap around Lucina’s middle in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

“He didn’t stab through anything important,” Lucina’s attempt to lighten the mood doesn’t help in the slightest. Severa scowls at her, and her fingers reach to pinch the other's cheeks.

"If you ever make a joke like that again while I'm stopping you from bleeding out I'll stab you myself, understand?" She pinches again for good measure, and Lucina winces.

"I understand." Satisfied, Severa lets go of her cheeks and pushes strands of blue hair plastered to Lucina's face out of the way. Blue eyes stare softly at Severa, despite their circumstances, and she has the urge to lean in and kiss the princess.

Of course, Lucina has to ruin the moment when she speaks.

“Severa- I want you to go back to camp without me.”

“What-” Severa stares at her, brow furrowed, wondering if she heard correctly.

“It'll be faster if you go alone. You need to leave me behind,” Lucina repeats herself, “I'll be fine by myself. I can-" 

“Will you quit talking like that?!” Severa stands up and snaps at her, anger rising to the surface and bubbling over at the mere suggestion of leaving the princess. “I’m not leaving you behind!” 

“At the pace we’re going we’ll be caught before we make it back to camp for help.” Lucina stands up, leaning on the tree trunk for support as she continues, despite the volcano of fury erupting from Severa. “I’m slowing us down.”

“You think I don’t know that?!” gods Severa wants her to stop talking. To stop voicing everything Severa’s been worrying about since Lucina broke her ankle. Severa needs to get her to shut up. With her mouth on hers, preferably. 

Not really an appropriate line of thinking given what Lucina is telling her to do, mixed in with Severa’s fury at her, so Severa instead kicks a rock at a tree, refusing to meet Lucina's eyes as she tugs her hood back up over herself. She doesn't want to see whatever expression Lucina's making. She hopes she feels guilty for making Severa upset. 

From the corner of her eye, Lucina takes a step forward and reaches out with her hand, turning Severa's face to look at her.  Lucina’s eyes still stare at her softly, fondly, though her smile is sad as she pulls Severa close and kisses her. As if she’s handling something fragile. 

It does something to Severa's heart, but she's not going to think about that right now.

"I'm sorry that I upset you with my words." Lucina pulls away, though she still holds Severa in an embrace. "Can I really not convince you to go without me?"

Severa is quiet, as she clutches the back of Lucina's cloak, burying her face into her shoulder. 

"I'm not leaving you alone," Severa whispers against her. "Nothing you say will convince me. I'd rather die than leave you."

#lucisev #fe lucina #fe severa #fe awakening #fire emblem awakening #lily's writing #the way i almost posted this to the wrong blog #if the ending seems rushed dont worry about it #im literally at work waiting for my sister to get off in 2 hours so we can go home #and my laptop is burning cause of how hot it is in here