Let Me Be With You, Always
Status: Complete
Words: 2,591
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Fandom: Fire Emblem Three Hopes
Categories: M/M
Relationships: Ashe Ubert/Shez
Summary:
"This sword, I gifted it to Christoph when he was your age, but… it’s yours now, Ashe. This way, some part of him will live on in this world, as long as you keep using his sword.”
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FE Rarepair Week, Day 2: Heirloom
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Ashe/M!Shez wip for day 1 of fe rarepair week because life got in the way before I could finish so take this and go 💙💜
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Prompt: Snow
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Oh, snow.
Cold, glorious snow.
Painting the whole of Faerghus in beautiful white.
Tree tops, fields of flowers, the roofs of buildings.
Faerghus loved to snow all year round, but particularly, this was a truly beautiful late Ethereal moon.
Almost the end of the moon. It would be a new year quite soon the dawn of something brand new.
Ashe would have more to do at the start of the year, especially since he had been shirking his duties as of late.
But how could he help it? Special guests didn’t come around this often!
Even if they’ve been in Gaspard territory for quite a few moons now, lodging within his own manor.
But as as the new (ish) Lord, Ashe had an obligation to help his citizens and those in need.
Especially one that he served in war with.
War time, it is never pleasant. Painting the world in blood instead of sunlight, ripping life from flesh, tearing family from family, taking sons and daughters from fathers and mothers. A horrid time where soldiers are thrown at each other as “necessary sacrifices” for the “greater good”.
The death Ashe had seen just a few short years ago. It would live on with him forever, carved into his heart, etched in his mind, with him, always.
He would carry their names, carry their words, carry their breaths, always, with him, and until the very end.
Ashe was sure he would have lost his mind had it not been for the allies that had helped him along the way, friends he probably would not had met if life had gone differently when he was young.
But where was the use of dwelling on the ifs, the hows, the whats?
What was important was the here, and the now.
And the now?
Garreg Mach Founding Day.
Ashe hadn’t planned to do much. After all, he had only spent a few short weeks there years ago. But a certain violet haired man sleeping in one of the many rooms had urged that they should do something together.
Maybe a feast? Maybe a party?
Who knew?
Only Shez would.
And he was sure to keep Ashe waiting, sitting on the soft couch in his room, gazing out into the midmorning through the window, adoring the falling snow.
He remembered when snow fell like this, soft and careful. When a free moment was scarce, and had to be treasured. When worrying about what to do with your free time ate into it, devoured it whole. When war ran the people of the world ragged.
A large hilltop of snow, a single tree at the top of it. Running, leaving fresh prints behind in untouched white. Laughter from not just one, but two people.
“Come on!” Shez had called, gripping hard onto Ashe’s hand, his warmth seeping through Ashe’s gloves like sea water. “It’s just up here!”
“What is it you wanted to show me?” Ashe had gasped, trailing just behind his closest friend and ally. The man had come barreling into his tent just a few minutes beforehand, urging him outside at the beck of something beautiful to see. “Is it far?”
“It’s not much further now!” Shez had assured him, holding his free hand up to cover his eyes from the then-falling snow. “Look! That’s the hill!”
It was only one moment later when the pair came to a halt, causing Ashe to almost bowl over and fall into the snow. When he had situated himself he followed Shez’s gaze off into the forest.
“Whoa…”
Oh, the sight of it.
A clearing that they had once picnicked in, blanketed in perfectly untouched snow, undisturbed from people or wildlife, lacing the trees, freezing the river, laying of grass-blades, frosting the petals of flowers.
A sight that made Shez smile so brightly, bright enough to rival the reflections of pure white into is eyes.
“Let’s go make snow angels!” Shez laughed, taking a step forward, and bringing the silver-gray haired man with him. The snow was cold, frigid, freezing, but the warmth inside of him at the sight of his closest friend being so excited kept him warm.
How long ago was that now?
Too long.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ashe Duran | Ashe Ubert/Felix Hugo Fraldarius
Characters: Ashe Duran | Ashe Ubert, Felix Hugo Fraldarius
Additional Tags: Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Snow, Snowball Fight, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Title from a Ricky Montgomery Song
Series: Part 1 of Fire Emblem Rarepair Week 2023-2024
Summary:
It was tradition, at this point. When it snowed, for the Dukes of Fraldarius to go out for an afternoon. Nobody knew exactly what happened, what they did, but they always came back giggling and tripping over their sodden clothes, cheeks red from the cold and their activities.
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