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yukiwrites · 3 years

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Henry, Sharing Experiences

Thank you so much for the patience and constant support, @xpegasusuniverse! I hope you like it!

Summary: Interestingly enough, there was no known School of Magic at the Altean continent -- apart from a very specific one only known to Plegians. Henry was pleasantly surprised when he found out that there were people who went to a magical school just like him when he overheard them talking in Askr...

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Askr, home to the one and only Summoner who’s rumored to be able to lead the Order of Heroes to victory against any foe. In such a place where many people from differing backgrounds joined hands to work together side by side, a wide variety of groups were formed.

What started as a simple meeting between fellow practitioners of their preferred art of war turned into complex classes with a rich curriculum during the time the Heroes had between battles. One of the most prominent of those were the magic classes: they varied from beginner to intermediate to the Mastery class, which only consisted of the teachers of the previous two courses.

There were mages from all walks of life within this niche, which in turn only enriched the students’ experiences. As a matter of fact, some of them had met one another back in their home world, as it was the case with the four mages who attend to the School of Sorcery in Fhirdiad: Annette, Constance, Lorenz and Mercedes were all attending to the lectures in Askr just as they had done so in Faerghus.

Though, this time, they were all classmates.

“As riveted as I am to be able to attend magical classes with you, Mercedes, the mere thought of not being able to do so back at the School of Sorcery is enough to make me want to reverse the hands of time myself!” Constance shook her shoulders after a sigh, walking close enough to Mercedes to hold her arm.

“Oh, yeah, Mercie mentioned you two just missed each other, right? Wah, I’m so sorry, Constance… But hey, at least now you’re together! And we’re all together!” Annette hyped up beside Mercedes, puffing her cheeks and chest up.

“I suppose, yes,” Constance lifted her chin, “still, to think that we could have been reunited much sooner…”

Mercedes smiled softly, basically sandwiched between her friends. “What matters is that we’re all here now, right? And learning so much, too!”

“Aptly put, Mercedes!” Lorenz intervened from the side as they were all leaving the library that had been hijacked by the mages to be used as a classroom. “To think that all of us attended the Royal School of Sorcery but only ended up as classmates in another world! The goddess truly plays her cards well, do you not think?”

Hearing Lorenz’s words, a white-haired head popped up from behind him, as someone who had also just come out of the library. “Ohhh, so there are magical schools in other worlds, too! I wonder how different they were from the one in Plegia, though.”

“What manner of-” Lorenz jumped out of his skin, almost letting out a disgraceful yelp. “Good lad, I would ask that you do not sneak up on your peers! A word of caution.”

“Oh, whoops, sorry about that. Robin sometimes scolds me about that, too -- guess I’ve been hanging out with Kellam too much, nyaha!”

“Whyever are you speaking to us, good sir? We’ve places to be, so if your business is over…” Constance lifted her chin condescendingly, ready to wrap her arm around Mercedes’ to lead the way back to where they were going.

“No, no, wait! I got curious about this sorcery school in your world. You see,” Henry matched the pace, inserting himself between Constance and Lorenz, “the one back in my world -- heck, back in my country -- taught a veeeery specific kinda magic. Eeevery mage born there only does dark magic!”

“My word, dark magic?!” Lorenz let out an exclamation of surprise. “Back in our world, I’ve known only a few who are capable of wielding such dangerous yet powerful magic…”

“See?” Henry pointed to Lorenz. “I was actually surprised when I got here and found out that there were so few dark mages! I mean, back home they were made in the HEAPS, nyaha!”

Annette’s eyes shone. “How different was your school life, uh-”

“The name’s Henry! I’ve been here for a while so I know allll about you guys!” His smile grew pointedly as a shadow covered his thin eyes. He then giggled, shaking off the cold that had crept in their spines. “But I asked first! How’s the School of Sorcery back in your world?”

“Um, being asked like that at point blank, it’s kinda hard to even remember what to say, you know? Um, umm…” Annette widened her eyes, then scrunched her face in deep thought. “We had… different classes? Ahah, wait, that’s obvious-”

“If you are asking about how the classes were divided, Henry, then the curriculum here in Askr wildly differs from the Royal School of Sorcery in Fhirdiad.” Constance stepped in as Annette mumbled and Mercedes patted her head. “There were classes focused on potion-making, illusory magic, red and white magic, summoning circles-”

“Whoa, whoaaa! Potion? Summoning? Illusory? That’s the same thing back home! How come you’re not a dark mage, then?” Henry tilted his head to the side in wonder.

After all, to him, making potions, illusions and summoning ghastly beings were simply different kinds of hexes. One would collect materials, which could serve as the sacrifice needed for the hex to work depending on the complexity of it; dissect the magical property of each piece of each ingredient (because bat wings were a common material for memory-related hexes, but bat eyes were great for indigestion) and how they interacted with one another so they could be mixed into a magical instrument.

Yet, what Constance meant by those were pouring magical power into concoctions and culinary as a means of enhancing them as well as summoning stronger red magic. The four classmates exchanged curious glances, indeed confused by Henry’s, well, confusion.

If their classes were the same, why, indeed, weren’t they versed in the same kinds of magic?

Noticing the silent conversation going on between them, Henry widened his smile. “Hey, hey, what else? Did you have long-range concentration? Magical energy expansion? I can throw a curse from wayyyyy into Embla from this spot, nyaha!”

All four gasped in unison. “E-Embla?! Surely you jest! No matter how much it borders Askr, it is still another country entirely!” Constance was the one who spoke first, followed by Annette’s vigorous nodding and Mercedes’ sigh of wonder.

“Huhh, so no magical energy expansion? I mean, I heard that a guy managed to curse one of Ylisse’s princes from the Plegian Castle, so doing it from here to Embla is a piece of cake!” He threw his head back in laughter, remembering how excited his teacher was to talk about the ‘glory of the past’ of a guy that died hundreds of years ago. “So how does your magic work, then? Only short range? Ohh, wait, but dark magic in combat is more limited, so maybe I mixed the horses there, nyaha!”

Lorenz awkwardly cleared his throat. “I-indeed, it would be unthinkable to send a highly concentrated mass of magic across countries so easily. I am, however, intrigued by these so-called ‘hexes’ -- as I have only heard worrisome words about them…”

“They’re the most fun things to do! We had a whole term on ‘how to spread a curse from someone’s little finger until their heart without anyone noticing’ and boy was it a BLAST to do all those experiments -- literally! We exploded so many things...” A shade covered Henry’s thin eyes once again as he giggled happily, which made Lorenz gulp instinctively.

“That was rather specific!” Mercedes mentioned. “I don’t recall the Royal School of Sorcery to have anything like that…”

“Perhaps the seminar ‘the art of levitating oneself as a second-nature’ that had been part of the curriculum since the foundation? It IS completely different from the ‘Levitating’ class…” Constance twisted her lips.

Annette, who had her head down the whole time, suddenly jumped from Mercedes’ side to Henry’s. “OH! You know what I just remembered?”

Henry smiled widely. “Eh? What?”

“The way you’re talking about these awesome stuff like they’re normal-- we gotta take you to Lysithea! She didn’t go to the same School of Sorcery we did, but she’s AMAZING with magic, like you! I saw her snap a lightning bolt from the other side of the battlefield like it was nothing!” Annette went from admiring to bragging about her classmate, listing the many occasions that Lysithea managed to impress her -- and how she considered the other as a rival of sorts.

“Woow! I don’t really think I’m that amazing with magic, but I can crack a few skulls more than other people, nyahaha…!” He chuckled darkly before taking Annette’s hand. “Let’s go back to the library! She’s that girl with white hair, right? She stayed behind!”

“Ohh, ohh! She did? I gotta try harder to catch up to her, then! C’mon, Mercie, let’s go!” Full on her try-hard mode, Annette’s eyes shone with the prospect of being among two magical prodigies and the amount of knowledge she could acquire from them.

“Heehee, don’t pull, Annie, I’m coming!” Mercedes dangled behind her over-excited best friend. “Constance, sweetie, you too!”

“Very well! Surely my vast knowledge will be needed!”

Lorenz watched the scene unfold with wide eyes, suddenly finding himself alone. “Why- how dare you abandon your peer in such a manner!” He ran after the group with an offended tone.

Little did they know about the barrage of questions Lysithea would ask Henry after hearing about his magical prowess, wondering if they, perhaps, shared a circumstance…

#feh #fire emblem heroes #henry fire emblem #fe 3h #my writings #yuki's commissions

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rileyomalley · 6 years

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Rootin’, Tootin’, and a Cowboy Goofin’

From a silly headcanon came a one shot. Not my best but I hope ya’ll enjoy!

Pairing: McCree/Non-Binary Reader

Word Count: 1543

Rating: SFW, Fluff, goofing all around

With a click the door swung open, the rumbling sound of the storming rain to follow as you stepped in your small home soaking wet. Your only saving grace was the large coat that kept you dry, despite your feet feeling soaked. Kicking off your boots, shrugging your coat, you made way to the kitchen to get a few things before settling down in the living room.

You didn't want to move. After the past couple days (especially today) you wanted nothing to do with the outside world. When you weren't running off on missions, you had side jobs to take care of for part time work, which was perfectly fine by you. You'd slept in a little longer than needed, transportation was against you, the weather ESPECIALLY seemed rampant against you, and above all else- you felt like the work was only piling up no matter how much you got done.

Were you just going to give it all up? Was it really the sort of thing for you? These questions always riddled your mind when life was getting heavy, but further contemplation seemed to set in. You couldn't shake it and you felt like it was finally getting to you. That you were going to break and feel you weren't right for Overwatch. Perhaps you just spread yourself too thin throughout everything you did. Whatever it was made it difficult not to feel the tears well up in your eyes, stuffing some ice cream in your face as you zoned out on the TV. Moments later a figure moved through your periphery, and though you didn't look up you knew it was your boyfriend. Either he'd been back to the apartment before you, or he just stepped in.

"Hey there, pumpkin. How was your da-" Cutting his question short when his eyes flit up to look at you, seeing how tightly curled and utterly exhausted his partner looked. He moved into the room keeping an eye on you before speaking once more. "Something wrong hun?"

You almost hadn't registered that McCree was talking to you until those few words brought you back to reality. Everything felt like noise to you at this moment. Rubbing at your eyes you glanced up at him, smiling weakly in an attempt to deter any concern.

"It's nothing I just...I've had a really long day...days, I don't know anymore." A quick ruffle of your hair followed by a groan, you stared down at your ice cream in defeat. You wanted to stuff this entire container in your face, but no matter how much defeat you felt, you knew that gaining a brain freeze would be the last straw.

You were tempted.

McCree on the other hand held a concerned expression, hands resting on his hips in thought. Usually when you weren't feeling all that great he'd take to settling in for the night with you, forgetting what they day had brought and look forward to the next day. But as of late though he may not have said much, he could tell how much it had been weighing you down. The nights you weren't in bed and desperately trying to focus on your various jobs. Designing, paperwork, scheduling, hearing the faint whines you made and hoped to stifle so you didn't wake him up.

It was a pained noise he was all too familiar with. He admired your determination, but at the same time he worried over your well being. He shifted his weight from side to side.

"Well, how 'bout I get myself settled and we'll watch a movie together hm? I'll get some extra blankets so we can be allll cozy." He gave you a smile, to which you tried to return and gave a nod.

McCree was the sweetest damn man you were fortunate to know, and even more so to love. His personality at first was something that threw you for a loop, and at times his flirtatious nature left your eyes rolling. But...he was fun. He was lively, but most of all he expressed it all from the heart, even in his most stubborn moments. You loved every bit of that man.

Assumedly your boyfriend was off getting blankets to which you went back to zoning out on the TV, but found your attention was being pulled away by the sound of...jingling? Where was it coming from, and more importantly...what was McCree getting into?

Your questions would be answered in no time flat. Foot step by footstep, leg by leg and a swagger that would make a drunken man jealous out came Jesse McCree, dressed in a casual t-shirt, cactus pattern pajama pants with a belt haphazardly tightened around it leaving the top to hang on him like some goddamn clown. He went as far as wearing his boots with this ridiculous look, toting in his hands NERF guns designed to look like his own. Your eyes could not be squinting harder at this man.

"Jesse...are those my gu-

"Reach for the skyyyyyy..." He says in a quick flurry, having spun those guns and pointing them straight at you. You huffed a soft laugh, your face straining hard in trying to comprehend all this.

"Hun are you seriously wearing those joke pajama pants I got you last year?" You managed to ask, granted it was hard to get the words out with the noises you were making watching as he moved closer to you. Still pointing those guns. Still slouching in the weirdest fucking way ever.

"Now now, we ain't here to discuss attire, sugar. This cowboy has come for a very, very nasty bugger who's been causing a lot of ruckus these past few days." He gave a curt nod, looking to you with a raised brow and motioning for your hands to rise. As silly as it was, you obliged raising them above your head. "Okay cowboy, what trouble has this person caused then? Surely you don't mean me."

McCree chuckled, spinning one gun after the other before returning to their position. "Not at all. But I have a sneaking suspicion that this bothersome sort has been plaguing you with the blues. We can't have that now." You bit your lip in an attempt to stifle your laughter, lowering your arms a bit. Jesus he was the biggest dork ever, it was very, very difficult not to snicker with how he danced about even with how 'serious' he was in playing the part. "What exactly...are you gonna do, oh savior of mine?" Might as well play along. Better than being distracted by all that was stressing you out as of late.

He stood tall, showing off as much flare as he could with those guns before placing them in the holsters, then slowly crouching to meet your eyes. That classic quirky grin of his, a tilt of his head and reaching up to gently take your chin in his hand.

"I'm gonna give 'em a warning. I'm nice enough to do that. But I want them to know this- they keep telling you ya can't do what you're up to, well that’s not their decision. That's your own. They outta be shuttin' their mouth whether or not you can take a lot on, or when you need a break. And honey...it's about time you needed a break."

You chuckled softly, reaching up to brush your fingers over his own. His smile grew warmer, his dark eyes staring back into yours with that all familiar love you both had for each other.

"I don't want anything to overwork you. You're stubborn, and I love ya for it. But no matter what - don't forget to do for yourself. If I could I'd drag you away from it all to make sure you did."

Gently you nuzzled his hand, closing your eyes for a moment. He was silly as an be, but once again proved how deeply he affected you. He grounded you as much as you would do for him. Perhaps you were taking on too much than you were truly able. A time for re-evaluation was definitely in order - perhaps planning for a vacation as well.

"Oh ah...just one more thing..." He placed a kiss to your forehead before standing up again, fiddling a bit with one of the NERF guns. "If that bugger ever comes around again, I won't let 'im off so easily."

You laughed softly, ready to reach out to pull him back down when you suddenly felt a -PLUNK- to your forehead. Eyes widened, looking up to the dart that stuck so prominently on your forehead like a unicorn horn, the goddamn man snickered like a mischievous child tossing the gun near you before darting off.

THAT MOTHERFUCKER.

As though you weren't in a slump at all, with a newfound vigor you dashed after him screaming in fake rage, shooting after him back and forth throughout your apartment. It turned into an all out showdown, from shouts to laughter to shooting an eye...and McCree accidentally kicking his own ass with a spur. Still though, it made the heavy weight of the day almost nonexistent. You loved him and his spur poked butt for it.

#rileys writing #Overwatch #mccree x reader #jesse mccree x reader #fanfiction #fluff #that title is goofy but whatever THIS ENTIRE THING IS

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