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Valentine's Corriander but with some feh's costumes
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Ray lost a bet to make that pose, though while secretly having fun, POKES HER HUSBAND'S EYES, POKES HIS EYE, POKES HIS EYES, POKES-
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Worry and Comfort
Thank you for the support and patience as usual, @breeachuuu! I got a bit carried away with this, but I hope you like it~
Summary: Wolfie had stepped out of the portal back home, but his condition was much worse than expected. He had to be nursed back to health and confront his family about the Hero's Relic he had brought back with him...
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Nausea.
That was basically the only word that could describe what Wolfram was feeling.
His entire body felt like it had been turned inside out while upside down, his mind drowning in wet cotton.
He could hear his own breathing yet he couldn't feel his own lungs; or throat. Or head, for that matter.
It was all a blur.
There were signs of voices shouting around him, but they felt much too far away to be discerned — it was as if he was separated from the entire world through a thick, thick glass.
He lifted his hand. Or tried to. Did he? Was he holding something? Were his lips moving? They felt bone dry and his tongue was too numb to wet them.
"...tri..." he mumbled incoherently, turning his head to the sides in a fever.
Something heavy pressed on his chest, though Wolfie couldn't feel anything.
"St-y w—h me- W—fie!" A voice pierced through the glass, desperately trying to hook him back into reality. "St-y —th Mother!!"
Wolfie recognized that voice... from a distant past. From a recent past.
From a past life.
From... from the present...?
"M…om..." he turned his head, struggling to open his eyes, though everything was so bright even with his eyes closed that nothing changed — nothing but one thing: the nausea got worse. "I— ugh...! I-it burns..." he choked, finally feeling his heart beating again.
It surged with immense power for a moment, washing him down with momentary relief, then draining him back up, leaving a blazing trail inside his veins.
He screamed in pain.
"Stay with me, stay with Mother, Wolfie. You can do this, child... Stay, stay... Focus on my voice!" Nidra pressed her dragonstone on his bare chest, infusing it with power so it could be transferred to him.
Wolfie had passed out the moment he stepped out of the portal, his mana and vital energy completely drained — it seemed as though the cost to open the portal earlier on that end had been his own life force.
Nidra could tell right away that something was wrong even before he came out due to how unstable the portal was on their side, and time stopped for a second once she saw Wolfie's pale countenance as he dropped to the ground.
She had moved on instinct, understanding on a fundamental level what had happened even before she herself could process it.
Tiki immediately took action to close the portal, hurriedly asking Nah for her dragonstone.
The half-manakete was confused, looking between Tiki and the spiral of power swirling around Nidra, but ultimately nodded, taking out her smaller-than-normal dragonstone out of her pocket.
Once, Wolfie's dragonstone had been even smaller than Nah's, since his body couldn't handle a bigger stone due to his lacking draconic power.
Now, however, it seemed as though the slumbering dragon inside of him had awoken — he felt like a full-fledged manakete the moment he stepped out of the portal, though constrained by a crumbling little dragonstone.
Nidra managed to transfer her power to his depleted body right away, but a proper stone was needed to keep the balance within his blood.
"What's going on?! Why is Rammy on the floor like this?!" Cyn roared, her eyes glowing red. The spiral of power around Nidra sucked in the water around Mila's Tree's roots, enveloping them in a watery blockade. "MOM!!"
"Don't get out, now." Henry said in a somber and serious voice, making Cyn flinch, her eyes reverting back to human-like. He had erected a barrier around them the moment Nidra jumped in to aid Wolfie, and now stuck his arm in front of Cyn so she wouldn't come out of it.
"B-but Daddy! Rammy is— he's—" she looked at the spiral of water.
Henry's countenance got darker, making the girl shut up. "Your mom's got this, 'kay? We just gotta be here and wait for a bit; it'll be over soon."
"Father..." Meli clutched on Henry's sleeve. "But what happened? It was so fast..."
"Hm..." Henry looked down for a second, lifting his face back up with a softer expression. "I dunno? You're the dragons here, not me. Just know that if Ni-Ni hadn't jumped in when she did, it would've been... bad."
"Bad..." Meli mumbled under his breath, his eyes shaking.
Behind them, Cynthia and Meliodas trembled as they saw the explosion of power. For a moment, the duo remembered the day their mother had died in the future.
She went out like a flame, burning the brightest before being snuffed out by the darkness.
Shaking, they took each other's hands, comforted by their father's barrier.
"I-it's gonna be alright, Meli, see? Dad got us this time." Cynthia stuttered, squeezing her big brother's hand.
Meliodas gulped, nodding. "... Yes..." he sighed shakily.
Time felt like an eternity for the family waiting behind the barrier, though it all happened in less than a minute.
"Atta boy, you can do this, Wolfie. Just stay with Mother..." Nidra sniffled, pressing her stone even further, allowing his body to slightly absorb it. "Mother's power will help you..." she whispered, as if in a lullaby.
Wolfram withered in pain as the surge of power burned his body from the inside, voicing soundless screams.
With one hand, Nidra pulled the locket out of Wolfie's neck, throwing it to the side — the imbalance of power from his broken dragonstone was influencing how he received Nidra's energy.
His entire being starting from the very cells that composed his body needed to be restructured. It was clear that he had acquired much power and enlightenment during his journey, but it was all pumped back and forth through the small and brittle stone -- his draconic heart, so to speak --, slowly poisoning and corrupting his core.
Both of his hearts — the physical one and the dragonstone — needed to be cleansed from the very beginning. Nidra would need to merge her energy with his — which wasn't hard to do per se, especially because they were mother and son — and push out the impurities into her own stone.
It would break, of course, but that was of little importance. They could always acquire another one — helping Wolfie now was of the essence.
She kept talking to him to keep his mind on the present — on her. If he wandered off into the unknown of their draconic existence, he could lose his sense of self.
There was a sea of memories that could flood between them — he could see his own memories, or Nidra's. Or even the Divine Tree's itself.
The air in this world was packed with draconic energy, and it was all eager to envelop him like a blanket, as if to welcome a long-lost friend. If he so much gave into the wet cotton enveloping him, there was no turning back.
"Focus on Mother, Wolfie. It's almost over now!" Nidra's voice shook as she pressed her forehead on his, pressing her stone deeper into his body.
His chest consumed the stone as if it was made of clay, welcoming it right on top of his physical heart as it pumped the Blood throughout his veins, absorbing the corrupted energy as it rapidly turned black and brittle.
Truthfully, if he had attained the power to fully transform in this world, his stone wouldn't have broken so easily. It only did so in Fódlan due to the drought of the Blood in the air — the entropy kept increasing with nowhere to be exhausted to.
Huffing and burning inside, Wolfie's hand shook as he reached out for his chest. "It hurts, Mom—" he scratched his skin, though Nidra held his hand to stop him.
"Shh, it's almost over, you're doing great, child..." she kissed his forehead and cheek, gripping his hand as he clawed her trying to get away. "Look how strong you became, oh, what a proud mother you have made me, my baby..." she cried, her warm tears dropping on his face.
Somehow, somehow... Even though it burned, even though it was so cold, even though his body felt like it was being resized to fit into the world, the warmth of Nidra's tears brought unfathomable relief.
He closed his eyes again, even though he couldn't tell he had opened them from the blinding brightness; starting to finally feel his flesh again.
He was holding something with the other hand. Something he did not let go of even after collapsing.
Something he used as a walking stick, but now held on to it like a lifeline.
It was Areadbhar.
"Oh..." Wolfie's body relaxed, his forehead drenched with water and sweat finally softening its brow. "Dimitri..." he mumbled, squeezing the weapon into his grip as his consciousness slipped into darkness.
"Good, you have done well, son." Nidra whispered, kissing his forehead one last time as the spiral of power subdued around them. She pulled out the stone out of his chest, not sparing it a glance as it eroded into dust between her fingers, her eyes focused on her baby.
Something appeared in her field of vision, making her lift her gaze as Tiki approached, handing her Nah's stone in a timely manner.
Nidra bowed her head in thanks, receiving the stone and placing it into the spot her own stone had been in Wolfie's chest. The wound would take a while to recover and his body would spit it out in due time — he needed to get used to the wavelengths of this new stone for the time being, so she requested bandages as well.
She needed to get another stone for herself, but that could wait. Tiki could not share her own due to the difference in power between them, but Nidra was used to changing stones throughout her long existence, so it wouldn't be too much of a hassle.
For now, however, she sat beside her son and turned her face to the worried family watching from behind Henry's barrier.
"It is over," she said with a weak smile.
Cynthia lent her dragonstone to Nidra for the flight back home, though not before Nidra and Tiki made arrangements to procure a new one as soon as possible. Nah would also need one, but since she was staying with Tiki to learn the Way of the Voice, hers was easier to attain.
Regardless, the flight back home was silent and tense as Aquilo flew with Cyn and Wolfie on his back. Not only were they all worried about Wolfie's conditions, but they also felt an inherent repulsion towards the weapon he had brought back with him.
Tiki and Nidra had had a long talk about it before they departed, so the matriarch would tell them about it once it was appropriate, but it still exuded such terrible vibes no one but Henry felt comfortable being near it.
What terrible, terrible world had they sent their youngest to?
Wolfram would only wake three days later at dusk, his throat parched and his mind foggy but comfortable for the first time in a lifetime. Being in a place filled with the Presence of the Blood was so soothing he went right back to sleep after absent-mindedly drinking what had been given to him. Henry was the one sitting by him at the time, so he silently watched over the boy as he drifted back to sleep, not wanting to alarm anyone of his awakening.
The next day, the rays of sunlight filtered through the transparent curtains, blinding Wolfie's thin eyelids into finally waking up for real.
He groggily opened his eyes, being greeted by an unfamiliar ceiling.
"Where..." his voice was scratchy from lack of use, but a familiar voice caught his attention by his side.
"Hey there, sleepyhead," Henry flicked Wolfram's forehead, making him flinch and look up, widening his eyes to the point they were visible.
"F-Father..." he choked up a sob.
"Yep," Henry caressed Wolfie's long bangs, the one that were white as his own before he left, but now sported a more draconic green on them.
"Father!" he sobbed, jumping into Henry's embrace. "Is this real? Did I cross over? I'm—" he felt queasy from moving so quickly, his head spinning.
"Easy there, short stuff," Henry deposited him back to the bed. "Why don't you stay put here for a bit while I go grab something to eat?" he meant to get up, but Wolfie caught on his sleeve, his cheeks red and his tears ready to fall.
"W-wait, Dad, I..."
"Don't worry, kid," Henry placed both of Wolfie's hands on top of his own chest and tapped his forehead so he could close his eyes. "I'll only be gone a moment, 'kay? Everyone's dying to meetcha, but you gotta be ready to handle them all, right?"
"Every- everyone—" he sniffled. "Everyone..."
"Yep. I'll be back soon," Henry said, getting up from his seat and leaving the room.
It was such a big and majestic-looking room, too. Were they in Ylisse Castle? But the feeling around the walls were different. It looked newer but more classic in a way... Where were they?
As Wolfie's body was still overwhelmed due to the transition, he couldn't feel everyone's Presences on the corridor just outside, nor could he hear what was being said due to the soundproof barrier Henry placed in the room.
Cynthia and Cyn both fidgeted as their father walked out of the room, both of them wanting to run and embrace Rammy right away, but conscious enough of his condition not to. Meli and Meliodas already had the meal prepared and were lying in wait for the opportunity to come inside, but Henry walked out with his enigmatic smile and patted them both on their heads.
"Not yet." It was all he said, making the children lower their heads in disappointment. "Can I have that?" he pointed to the tray with soup and some water.
"Of course, Father..." Meli pouted as he handed the tray.
"Nyaha, we'll let you in soon enough, 'kay?" He winked, though it went unnoticed, as he turned to the one that hadn't said a word until now. "Shall we, Ni-Ni?"
"... Indeed." Nidra was oddly introspective even though her little baby had awoken, which was rather jarring for the children, but Henry understood it, as a parent himself.
There was much to discuss.
"Knock-knooock!" Henry allowed his voice to go through the barrier, which made everyone hear Wolfie's voice for the first time since he returned.
"C-come in!" his muffled response sounded awkward and crispy, setting Cynthia off as she sniffled a bit, hiding her face behind Meliodas' shoulder.
Once the parents went inside, the children remained in the corridor for a few minutes before dispersing themselves. Cyn went to the room they had sealed that weird lance in to have a staring contest with it; Cynthia went to her room to finish making hand crafted dolls for Wolfie and Meli and Meliodas went to fly around to think for a bit.
Wolfie had sat down on the bed and his jaw dropped once he saw Nidra walk into the room.
"M-Mom..." he choked, tears streaming down his cheeks instantly. "Mom!" He tried to get up, but Nidra was faster as she ran to him and held him in her chest.
"Oh, my baby... My little baby... It's so good to see you again, to hear your voice, to—" she sobbed, squeezing him so much he almost suffocated in her breast.
"You're gonna kill him, Ni-Ni." Henry tapped on her shoulder with a chuckle, making her flinch and let go for a moment.
"F-forgive me, child, I—"
"Motherr, wahh!" Wolfie cried like a little boy again, diving into the comfort of his mother's arms.
Nidra gulped down a few sobs as she caressed his long, green hair, never ever willing to part from him a second time.
After Henry managed to part the crying duo and making Wolfie eat, they could finally sit on either side of the boy and hold both of his hands to talk.
He still needed a few more weeks of convalescing for his body to expel the stone out of his chest, but his overall condition was good, so that was as good a time as any for their conversation.
Henry's smile felt especially cold after Wolfie's return, even though he still kept joking around like usual. However, the shadow under his eyes was an indication of his bad mood.
There was just something so inherently infuriating about being unable to do anything to help one's own child and powerlessly seeing him suffer that just didn't sit well with him.
Not to mention that cursed-like spear. Oh, Henry loved curses, alright. Deadly ones? Even better!
But that spear... only that spear was something he couldn't stand, especially after he ingested the life-extending concoction from Nidra's dragonstone.
After all, no matter how one looked at it, it was a weapon forged from living creatures. Usually Henry wouldn't bat an eye at that, especially if they were human remains, but the creatures used were not only non-humans, but also dragons.
The animal-loving dragon-marrying curse-slinger had to draw a line somewhere, and that was it.
He impatiently tapped on the armrest while the two were calming down their nerves, his own nerves flaring up the more he thought about.
"So! Wolfie," he said cheerfully, though the shadow under his brow made Wolfram flinch instead of smile to his father's voice. "Ready to tell us aaaall about your travels? Specifically that thing you brought with you?"
"Henry—" Nidra frowned, hugging Wolfie more deeply.
"It's okay, Ni-Ni, I'm just a tiny smidge bit curious, is all," he smiled, the dark energy swirling behind his back, however, saying otherwise.
Confused, Wolfie tilted his head to the side. "Huh? What thing—" he looked down to his clearly empty hands, then lifted his gaze in surprise. "Ah! Areadbhar! D-did I bring it properly? It didn't break, right? Where is it? I—" he panicked, flustered, but Nidra's embrace prevented him from moving too much.
"No worries, Wolfie. It's safe! Cyn's keeping an eye on it." Henry tilted his head to the door, crossing his arms and leaning on the backrest. "So?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Henry, stop with that attitude." Nidra scolded him. Of course, she was also worried — even more so than Henry — about that abominable thing, but she had heard the name Wolfie called as he gripped the weapon.
Dimitri.
It was after uttering that name that Wolfie managed to calm down and focus on his sense of self, allowing Nidra to finish healing him more quickly.
The power that a single word had to stop a storm of uncontrollable power was nothing short of a miracle, and Nidra couldn't help but acknowledge it, despite not really wanting to.
It made her think of a future where... a future where they...
She bit her lower lip, hugging Wolfie more into her grip.
"M-Mom..." Wolfie suffocated, patting her back so he could take a breather, but she did not let go until Henry placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Hahh... Alright, alright, I'm calling off the bloodlust." Henry said in defeat, the darkness around him dissipating like smoke, lifting the mood in the room back up. He knew Nidra was also worried about it, and just adding to her already full plate wasn't becoming of the good spouse he wanted to be for her.
So, he dropped the subject.
"You can tell us in your own time, 'kay, Wolfie?" He ruffled the boy's hair, a bit bittersweet about the white ends and meant to get up. "I'll call over the calvary now."
But Wolfie held him back by the sleeve once again. "W-wait. Dad." He looked into his Father's eyes as he turned around, their similar faces mirroring the concern in their expressions. "... I wanna tell you. I will tell you."
"Alrighty," Henry sat back down, slapping his own knee. "Make sure to leave some for the others, though, 'kay? We wanna hear everything with the entire family."
"Mhm," Wolfie sniffled, nodding.
He told Nidra and Henry the gist of what he had gone through, though the meat of it and the fun parts he would say to his siblings once everyone had gathered. He talked about the mission, the lack of the Blood in the air, the way he had to infiltrate a school and stay with Byleth, how his lessons went...
Henry interrupted him for a moment to talk about how his mana circles indeed looked different than in the past.
Before, and the same as every mage in Arcanea, Wolfie's magical energy clutched itself around his body like a tight piece of clothing or a second skin. The mage needed, then, to channel their magic through books, curses or hexes to give it shape, which was considered normal.
In Fódlan, however, they wore their mana loosely like a cloak -- it was versatile and could flap in the atmosphere to be given any shape the bearer wanted, if they had the affinity for it. Henry would want to hear more about it at a later time, but how Wolfram grew in unexpected ways brought the parents immense joy.
Nidra held Wolfie's hand as he talked about the battles he had to go through and the five years of solitude, but her heart also swelled with pride as he spoke about his devotion to Naga and how he acquired a new power due to his diligence.
She then told him about what had happened once he crossed over, pointing to the bandages on his chest, which he hadn't even noticed.
"I also apologize for breaking the chain, but it is already repaired," she pointed to the locket resting preciously on top of the bedside table, which Wolfie took with careful hands and placed around his neck with a comfortable huff.
It was where the friendship jewel he had crafted for Dimitri was. He had given Dimitri his jewel during the time they were dating, but because the feelings poured into it had changed since he first made it, Wolfie had promised to make him another one.
Yet, now, there was no way to.
Wolfie fell silent as he gripped the locket, making the parents exchange a worried glance between themselves.
"You can tell us at your own pace, Wolfram." Nidra took his hand warmly, saying words she didn't actually mean. She wanted to know now and she wanted to keep him under her wings for a few more thousand years, but she also feared what he could end up saying.
"... But better sooner than later, nyaha!" Henry doused the tension with a truth-filled joke, making the other two giggle in response. "Buuut, I think our time's cutting close. The others can't wait anymore, can they?" He looked at Nidra, who nodded.
Their Presences were back in the corridor outside, though the silence spell was still active in the room.
"So!" Henry flicked his fingers, dispelling the barrier. "Why don't we all hear the rest together?" He clapped and the door immediately banged open.
"Everyone!" Wolfie smiled widely.
"R-Rammy!" Cynthia ran to the bed, but Cyn tackled him so fast the bed cracked  under them.
"RAMMYY!" She yelled, crying on his chest. "You big, stupid, dummy! Dummy, dummy!" She cried. "Waaah!"
"B-big sis—" he sniffled, but had no time to cry as Cynthia also tackled him, and Meliodas and Meli each pulled his cheeks as punishment for worrying them. "O-ouuuch, ouch, ouch!" his nose stung, but his heart was full.
He was home.
Finally, finally he was home.
The bitterness of the sudden goodbye still lingered on top of him like a dense cloak, but the warmth of his family’s reception helped him a great deal through it.
For hours, they talked and listened to Wolfie’s stories, all clutched around the big bed, forgetting to even show Wolfie around their new castle.
It was only on the next day that they finally remembered to tell him that the castle that had begun its construction over 30 years ago had finally been finished — their family had now a permanent spot in the woods behind Ylisse Castle. It was so they could look over Robin and Chrom’s children throughout the ages to come as Nidra had promised her precious friend during the war.
Wolfie still couldn’t move too much, so the family took turns carrying him to show him around the castle, but once they stopped in front of the sealed room they had left Areadbhar in, tension filled the air again.
The boy couldn’t understand why, especially because he had not heard Rhea’s explanation of the truth regarding Byleth’s birth and the past of their species, so he never really found out the origin of the Hero’s Relics back in Fódlan. The only thing that mattered to him was that the spear was Dimitri’s and he had to return it — he had to return to him.
But broaching the subject was awkward at the moment.
Yet, the one who pointed it out was none other than Cyn. She had spent the last several days around that thing and even kicked it once out of frustration.
“Rammy, where did you get that… that thing?” She pointed to the sealed door. “You didn’t use it in battle, did you? It’s— it’s…”
“It is… unnerving,” Meli blurted out, almost actually saying ‘disgusting’, but managing to correct himself.
“Wha—no! And no one can use it either, okay?! It has some really scary powers and only some people can actually use it.” He wriggled on Meliodas’ back, finally standing up with his two feet in front of the door.
“It has some scary powers, alright,” Henry said darkly. “It’s made out of dragon bones, didja know? They were alive, too. You can feel their resentment… It’s a real piece of work. If I’d been a dark blacksmith, I would’ve had a field day studying it!” He opened his arms cheerfully. “You’ve been hanging out with some bad crowd there, haven’t you, Wolfie? This bad boy there can’t have come from a nice place…”
“Dragon bones…” Wolfie paled with the news, then looked to the door, almost able to see through it. “Some… some things make more sense now,” he said, remembering the times he saw people turn into demonic beasts after using Hero’s Relic without possessing a Crest. “Though, not everything…” he mumbled to himself. “But the ones using the weapons are good people! This one— This one specifically, he… I told you all about him, he… the prince…” Wolfie stuttered. “Dimitri…”
Nidra perked up at the name, dreading what would be the next sentence to come out of Wolfram’s lips.
“He lent it to me… Said I had to— to give it back.” Wolfie blurted out, squeezing his eyes as he looked down to his feet.
“Absolutely not,” every single person replied in unison.
“Eh?!” Wolfie lifted his head with flushed cheeks. “B-but—”
“NO!” Cyn stomped her foot on the floor. “NononononoNO!” She threw a tantrum like a little girl. “No way!”
Wolfram gulped, looking at the upset eyes of the ones he loved more than anything, weighing them against the one he now loved even more…
He… he had to convince them first, before anything else. Time was of the essence, but he also wanted to take his time with his family, so he was more conflicted than anything else. Dimitri… wait just a little longer, okay? I promise I’ll come back to you, but for now… He pressed his lips into a thin line, hanging his head down. For now he had to convince them.
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can someone make me play Awakening for the first time again please please im begging here
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The OTP to end all OTPs, basically my first one since I was a kid and still going on strong
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My surprise ship that carries me through every single new MHB and LHB, they won against Emblem Marth and Mythic Lumera and I'm so proud of them, they deserve a rest
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Kiran, Pondering
Thank you for the support and boundless patience as usual, @xpegasusuniverse! I hope you like it! I cried!!! so much!
Summary: Azura had told Corra and Rind that she was the sole survivor of her world's war, despite coming from the Revelation World. Worried that they would be heartbroken should the truth come to light, she asked Kiran to tell her right away if he summoned someone from her world...
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Askr was a refuge.
To Corra and Rin, — Princess and Prince Corrin from the Conquest and Birthright worlds respectively — Askr was the only place where they could meet and learn how to deal with the regrets gnawing at their souls.
It was only between themselves, as the existence known as ‘Corrin’, that they could find respite and support to allow them the chance to move on from their choices. To help them overcome their mistakes.
They connected with each other every single day. They held hands, drank tea and trained together, sometimes without even uttering a single word.
Just by having one another’s presence was enough to fill each of them with strength. They never spoke specifics about the war, as their wounds were still too raw, but just by being together, they felt like they could conquer the world.
Or at least conquer their own pain.
Once it was time to head home, however, it was as though they were pulling the bandages out of a still bleeding wound — reality would come crashing down on them, showing each of them the state of their world, and the crushing notion that it was all, after all, their own fault.
It was because they made the wrong choice. It was because they made the right choice.
It was because they chose. It was because they lived; because they were in that position, it was because, it was because, it was because…
The pit of their regret was bottomless. No matter how much they scooped out of it during the day, the two of them, together, it filled right up again once they were back home, to face the consequences of their choices on their own.
In fact, it was getting harder to go back home, instead of easier.
Askr was a refuge, but it was also a prison.
A comfortable prison, in which time did not pass and none of their choices — past, present or future — truly mattered. They were there to help with Askr’s own problems, while trying to deal with their own.
Coming and going to Askr had been great and terrible for the duo. To learn of the myriad of worlds out there and to know that they were not alone was reassuring in and of itself, but it also meant that they could see, touch and feel the consequences of the actions they did not make.
Just meeting one another was proof enough — not to mention the implications of their own existences.
What state was the world they each left behind to stay in Askr? What could have had changed, what different actions could have they taken so that this or that did not happen? 
Just by looking at each other’s eyes, they could see the same questions plaguing them deep down.
They were strong together.
But once they went back to their worlds… They crumbled that much harder.
Flora had noticed it first, since she considered not meeting Felicia in Askr just so her sister would not break down any further. To give her hope during the day and pull it from under her feet after she came back home was much too cruel.
The clumsily adorable little sister did not deserve that.
Her wonderful, thoughtful and merciful Lady Corrin especially did not deserve that. Flora could see the pain gnawing away at Corrin, slowly but surely, every single day.
The mask that Corrin wore to the world; the one she used to protect herself from the guilt… it was crumbling. Each day, her smile faded more into gray. Each day, her feet dragged harder to stay in Askr for a while longer.
Each day, she looked up at the bright sky, something so foreign back in Nohr, and sighed wistfully.
Each day, Corra and Rin parted ways with heavier hearts than when they had met, unable to break away from their chains of regret.
Unbeknownst to them, kind eyes had been watching them from afar, and, much like how Flora worried over them, so did she. Azura may not hail from the same world as them, but she still considered the existence known as ‘Corrin’ to be someone precious to her. It hurt the princess to see them suffer so.
She and Flora had interacted very little in the past — even in Azura’s own world where Flora is still alive and well — but they decided to quietly meet every now and then so the maid could tell her about the progress between Corra and Rin.
Flora had realized, after talking with Azura a few times, that the princess was not only not the one she knew, but that she hailed from a world where things did not take such a bleak turn, as opposed to her own world.
Although Azura had a great poker face and rarely changed expressions, Flora was good at reading people, so they soon came to the agreement that Flora would report on the Corrins’ mental state while Azura would act as a shield between them and the other people who might hail from her same world.
Azura had, then, brought the matter to Kiran’s attention — though she did not bring the full picture so as to protect her friends’ inner turmoil.
Truthfully, she had just told the Summoner to call her should he summon someone from the Revelation world — how she came about that name was unknown, even though that was classified information hidden deeply in the Royal Library’s secret area — but Kiran could understand even after receiving Azura’s silence on the matter.
As the Summoner, Kiran could see information about the Heroes that no one else could, at least not without delving into the secret library. He could see, and interpret, the threads that bound each Hero to their version of their own world, so it wasn’t hard to imagine the reason why Azura would ask him that.
Surprisingly, Sharena was the one who brought up a concern about the matter to Kiran a few days later — or perhaps not so surprisingly, especially taking into consideration the princess’ disposition to befriend all Heroes.
She had noticed the subtle changes happening between the Corrins — not between themselves, mind, but between each of them and all the others around.
“I can’t really put my finger on it,” Sharena tilted her head with a frown, lowering her gaze to the floor. “They’re acting the same, but not really. Get it? Like,” she gestured something incomprehensible, waving her hands around like a little girl, “like they’re putting up with it, you know? They seemed okay in the beginning, but now… it’s like they’re straining themselves. Do you think we’ve been overworking them too much? Do they need a break? Should we, uh, let them have a vacation? There are a lot of good beaches around…”
Sharena babbled, her voice dying as she realized the nonsense she was spewing. Askr was never peaceful for long, as they have been constantly reminded on a daily basis. It was unthinkable to focus on giving Heroes vacations — especially when they had their hands full with barely maintaining the Order afloat with the sudden flood of newly summoned Heroes.
Alfonse, who sat beside her, had a serious expression. “It’s common for royals to manage their expressions and hide their true intentions, Sharena. Don’t you think you’re overthinking this?”
“You’re not a people person, Alfonse! You wouldn’t understand,” she puffed her cheeks, crossing her arms. Though, in a corner of her heart, she wondered if she wasn’t imagining things either. She wanted to get along with everyone, but it wasn’t as though all of them shared the same mentality.
Corra always greeted her with a big smile and held her hand as they walked — and she kept behaving the same as usual, it was just… there was a shadow over her smile from time to time.
Rin was a bit more reserved, but he was still just as warm — he even told her it felt great to walk barefoot on the morning dew, just as the sun was rising, and he had been right! It felt liberating, even exhilarating, since she had to sneak out of her palace to do so one dawn. Yet, when she excitedly went to tell him about that, she saw his stiff smile and forlorn expression as his gaze headed towards the west training grounds.
“N-not a people person…” Alfonse choked on the words uttered by his little sister, frowning as a way to recover from the shock.
Kiran shook his head at the siblings, looking down to Breidablik in his hands. “I believe you, Sharena. Actually, Azura and Flora came to tell me the same thing recently.”
Sharena beamed while Alfonse’s frown grew deeper, though Sharena soon went back to frowning. Being right about a bad thing doesn’t make it good.
“So, um… What should we do?” She twiddled with her fingers.
“... Nothing?” Alfonse said tentatively, to which Sharena responded with a glare. “We have no right to interfere in other people’s lives,” he added calmly, looking between Kiran and his sister, “especially when they are trying not to show us how they are truly feeling. There is not a single person who likes being confronted about the things they are trying to hide.”
There was a short silence as Alfonse’s words lingered in the air, being digested by the listeners.
“That’s true,” Kiran said in the end, nodding.
“B-but!” Sharena tried to protest, but Kiran kept talking.
“Still, even if talking to them about it would be too upfront,” he glanced at Sharena, then turned his gaze to Alfonse, “I think we could at least do what Azura and Flora asked us to do.”
“Hmm,” Alfonse bobbed his head to the sides, pondering on Kiran’s words. “If you think so, Kiran, then I’ll respect your decision.”
“But it’s not like you agree, huh?” Kiran took a jab, chuckling at the twitch in Alfonse’s brow as he got up from his seat. “Alright. Thanks for the heads-up, both of you. I’m off to the summoning stones, then.”
“I-I’ll go with you!” Sharena awkwardly got up, blowing a raspberry at her brother before running after the Summoner.
“Wha—?! Hahh…” Alfonse shook his head with a sigh at his sister’s behavior, but ultimately got up to follow them as well.
Once he arrived, Alfonse witnessed the most ironic coincidence.
A knight with a cowlick and donning dark armor politely greeted them once he stepped out of the smoke.
“My name is Silas, a knight of Nohr. I'm a little surprised I was summoned, but I'll do what I can to help!” He said with a big smile, setting off Sharena as well.
“Hi! Welcome to Askr! I’m Sharena and that’s my brother Alfonse over there, and this is Kiran, our Summoner! Now, tell me all about yourself!” She excitedly took Silas’ hand.
“Oh, and she’s a princess,” Kiran added jokingly, somehow knowing how Silas would react.
“A p-princess?! M-milady, forgive my rudeness for holding your hand like that…” Silas turned beet red and jumped out of Sharena’s range, hiding behind Kiran.
“That stuff doesn’t matter here,” she elbowed Kiran out of the way, “we’re all equals at the Order of Heroes, anyway!” She grabbed Silas’ hand again, but this time, he didn’t run away.
Instead, he chuckled. “You sound like my best friend.”
“Oh?!” Sharena widened her smile. “Who are they? Maybe they’ve been summoned too? What about me did you find similar to them?”
Silas looked up at the pristine sky, taking a deep breath. The sky he was used to, the one he had grown up to, was nothing like this. Nohr had always been a dark place; and the place he lived now had floating islands polluting the view, so seeing nothing but clouds up there was actually refreshing in a way.
“His name is Corrin!” He said, puffing his chest with pride, not noticing how Sharena’s hand flinched. “He’s a king back in my world, but he keeps saying to treat him the same way as usual, especially since we’ve been comrades-in-arms for so long.”
Unable to hide her expression, Sharena stiffly looked from Kiran to her brother. The two men exchanged glances as well and nodded.
Before Silas could even realize that something was out of place, Alfonse placed a heavy hand on his shoulder. “That’s most interesting. Would you care to elaborate?”
“B-brother? You don’t usually like—ooooh, right. Yeah. Yeah!” She managed to smooth it over after receiving a piercing glare from Alfonse as Kiran silently excused himself. “Tell us more, Silas! C’mon, we’ll show you around,” she took his hand while Alfonse grabbed his opposite shoulder, effectively trapping him between themselves.
Oblivious to it all, the knight simply nodded and smiled, glad to be welcomed so warmly to this new, strange yet exciting place.
Kiran tiptoed away to find Anna so she could help look for either Azura or Flora, though they had to do it quietly lest anyone found out that there had been a Summoning — after all, once word got out, it would quickly spread.
Time was of the essence and, although Kiran shared most of Alfonse’s sentiment on the matter, it wasn’t as though he would turn down the opportunity to help when he had the power to do so. Still, hiding Silas’ existence or pretending he came from another world would only go so far, especially when dealing with people who shared strong bonds between themselves.
Kiran only hoped that none of it would blow up in their faces later, as he hurried his steps back to the Order while Alfonse and Sharena took Silas to the royal palace instead.
Time was of the essence.
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yukiwrites · 2 months
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Good news, fellow artists! Nightshade has finally been released by the UChicago team! If you aren't aware of what Nightshade is, it's a tool that helps poison AI datasets so that the model "sees" something different from what an image actually depicts. It's the same team that released Glaze, which helps protect art against style mimicry (aka those finetuned models that try to rip off a specific artist). As they show in their paper, even a hundred poisoned concepts make a huge difference.
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(Reminder that glazing your art is more important than nighshading it, as they mention in their tweets above, so when you're uploading your art, try to glaze it at the very least.)
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So when that new dancer was added in feh, the first thing I thought was, 'what if that, but Kamui wearing it for Xander...' adsklmkdas thirst drawing
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yukiwrites · 3 months
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Symmetry Move Brush for CLIP STUDIO PAINT
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I've just released this free "Symmetry Move Brush" tool on Clip Studio Assets.
Check the link for more info on what it does and what it's for: https://assets.clip-studio.com/en-us/detail?id=1974271
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yukiwrites · 3 months
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Happy Birthday, Shauni!
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@shauni-will-never-write here's a winter Tsubaki since IS is so intent on not giving him to you ;v;) Did with Sephiram's costume since I can't design for my life, but I hope you like it!
Here's for many more years of friendship~ I love you!
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yukiwrites · 3 months
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"Do you like darkness?"
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yukiwrites · 3 months
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Freedom and Good-byes
Thank you so much for the boundless patience as always, @breeachuuu! I hope you like it! Watch out for the sin, ye who enters!
Summary: It was time to unite Fódlan under one banner -- the Kingdom's -- and end this was once and for all. Wolfie's days in this foreign land were numbered, but he would come back. For his love, for Dimitri, and for his own future...
Commission info HERE and HERE!
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The last battle for Fódlan’s liberation was nigh. 
Byleth, Dimitri and Wolfram returned from their meeting with Edelgard after the sun had set and immediately headed to the last war council before the end.
They would attack at dawn, just between the window when the imperial mages would be replacing the magical barriers and under the cloak of the darkest hour before sunrise. Wolfie would play a no small role in the invasion as well — he would be in charge of destroying the gates for their troops to storm in, placing him in the very front of the frontlines.
He wouldn’t have it any other way, of course, especially since Dimitri would be leading the vanguard as a true Savior King — as the troops had begun calling him — so they would fight side by side.
Wolfie still — and probably never will be — couldn’t get used to all the fighting; especially not the killing, but he would persevere. For his mission, for Byleth and, most of all, for Dimitri.
This time, they entered the meeting hand in hand, proudly standing side by side as strategies flew back and forth, atop Enbarr’s map placed on the table. Anyone who had eyes could see that they shared a bond stronger than friendship, especially since they weren’t very good at hiding when they thought they were ‘alone’. 
Regardless, Wolfram’s role in the army had never been questioned, especially not after his Divine revelation. Honestly, no one was more worthy of being with the future King of the unified Fódlan than him, though he probably couldn’t see it himself — at least, not yet.
As the meeting stretched on well into the night, Byleth had to forcefully call it off. They would be of no use in battle if they didn’t get a proper night’s rest, so she shooed everyone out of the tent and ordered them, as their Professor and strategist, to sleep.
After suddenly being thrown out, Wolfie and Dimi stayed in a stunned silence for about a second before dissolving into giggles under the watch of the stars.
“I can’t believe she just did that! We were on a roll!” Wolfie complained, puffing his cheeks adorably.
Dimitri chuckled as they walked hand in hand through camp, a slight flush heating up his face from his lover’s adorableness.
Hearing Dimitri’s laugh, Wolfie’s cheeks puffed up more, though it was mostly him trying to mask his embarrassment/excitement rather than being actually upset about it.
Unable to contain himself, Dimitri caressed Wolfram’s face, trailing down his fingers to his braid, picking it up and taking it to his lips.
“Thank you once again for being with me, Wolfram. I do not know what I would have done without you.”
“Um, I,” Wolfie’s eyes spun as his heart rate spiked. “O-of course, Dimi. I’ll always be there for you. A-always…” he looked down, the realization of that promise dawning on him like a bucket of cold water.
He wanted to be with Dimitri forever.
The feelings welling up in his chest threatened to burst just for entertaining the mere thought of hugging him and kissing him again. Of being with him and waking up with him and laughing with him and—
“I just love you so much,” he blurted out, his thought process a mess since he’d been unable to freely transform and stretch his wings.
“...!” Dimitri let out a silent gasp, twitching his hand in Wolfie’s in surprise. “I… love you as well.” He replied, unaware of Wolfram’s inner turmoil, though his words served only to fan the flames inside Wolfie’s mind.
As they conversed, they had walked following each other to nowhere in particular, ending up at the edge of camp. Wolfie looked up, beet red from the exchange.
“Can…” he looked around, as if he could see anything or anyone other than Dimitri in front of him before looking up to the literal Prince Charming staring down at him with that wonderful blue gaze. “Can I kiss you?”
Dimitri’s lips quivered with the question, and he licked them without realizing — Wolfie mimicked the action inadvertently, his throat suddenly going dry.
“Of,” Dimitri exhaled, the spring night of the Empire much, much warmer than the one back in Faerghus. “Of course…” he leaned down to Wolfie’s lips, wrapping his arms around the other’s thin waist.
Wolfram closed his eyes as he enveloped his arms around Dimitri’s neck with the ease of habit, opening his lips to welcome the prince’s uncertain, but hungry tongue.
They shared a nervous kiss under the moonlight, melting into one another’s bodies.
As Dimitri’s tongue roamed inside Wolfie’s mouth, they started to get out of breath, but simply could not pull away from each other. Wolfram started losing strength in his legs, leaning on Dimitri for support as the kiss turned more and more intense. Their bodies heated by the second, but they refused to pull away from one another.
“Mhm…” Wolfie rolled his eyes in pleasure, panting under Dimitri’s relentless tongue.
The longer the kiss went, the harder it was to pull away, until Wolfram started feeling something poking at the tip of his stomach and squirmed under Dimitri’s rock-solid grip.
“Diimi… Dimi…” he bemoaned, gasping for air.
Under the stupor of their shared heat, Dimitri slowly opened his eye to look at Wolfie’s disheveled and flushed mien. “Yes…?” He huffed with the herculean effort it took to pull away from those sweet lips.
“There’s… something here,” Wolfie mumbled, not fully coherent and limp like a wet noodle, as he squirmed his waist along Dimi’s.
“T-That’s—” Dimitri suddenly pulled away, his face shimmering in a deep red. “I— Forgive me, I— I think it would be better if you went back first… I… I should take care of… things… before returning…” he blabbered, unsure if he should hide his face or the bulge in his pants.
Wolfie widened his eyes in surprise at the monument growing right there, suddenly feeling parched. “Um…” his head spun and his mouth spoke before he could think properly. “It’s okay. Can I… can I see it?” He asked without taking his eyes off of it, missing the egregious expression in Dimitri’s face, though he could’ve sworn he saw the bulge grow bigger… or maybe it was a trick played by the moonlight.
Regardless, that wasn’t important at that moment.
The important thing was that, as soon as Dimitri nodded, they held hands and ran to the nearest tent — thankfully, Dimitri had a tent for himself as the next King, so they headed there in a stupor.
At some point, they started kissing again, but Wolfie was just so focused and curious about it all, he immediately helped Dimitri out of his armor as soon as they reached the bed.
Wolfie could see well in the dark, though he wished he had lit some candles after they went inside — he knew he was missing the details under the chiseled muscles and rough scars Dimitri’s body was hiding.
The proportions under there were all so well distributed it made Wolfie’s mind spin. He remembered the first time he saw Dimitri shirtless after they reunited and oh boy, seeing it all again, but now from a different angle and while he was breathing so heavily and all flushed like that — it was simply inexplicable.
However, the proportion that caught him off guard was that of Dimitri’s manhood.
By Naga, how big it was.
Wolfie felt his own pants tightening in response, as he tried to gulp with a dry throat. 
Dimitri squirmed in the silence as Wolfram’s shimmering eyes scavenged his body. “Wolfram…” he squeaked, snapping Wolfie out of the stupor.
Dimitri’s perfection was too much for the poor manakete to handle all at once. Still, his words outpaced his thoughts once again, and his hands moved on their own.
“Can… Can I touch it?” he huffed, sitting on the bed, in the middle of Dimitri’s crossed legs.
The prince covered his face with both hands, his voice sounding muffled. “You do not need to ask permission for everything…” he almost cried, his embarrassed voice much too stimulating.
Wolfie gulped, then touched the tip slightly, retracting his finger immediately. Dimitri flinched with the sudden touch, but only let out a shivering breath. Veins bulged out of his arms in the effort it took to stay put rather than succumb to his most primal instincts, but he managed to stay in place.
Once again Wolfram reached out for it, but this time, enveloped it with his hand. It was so big he almost couldn’t close his hand around it — were he a woman or just slightly shorter, he probably wouldn’t have been able to.
By Naga, just that thought made Wolfie salivate. He moved his hand up and down slowly, watching as Dimitri hardened his entire body in self-control while biting his lips so as to muffle his moans.
The lips…
Wolfie leaned in to lick them, making Dimitri widen his eye in surprise and let out a moan escape as he opened his mouth to welcome Wolfram.
As if being released by a binding spell, Dimitri finally moved his hands, focusing on taking off Wolfram’s clothes. The faster he moved, the faster Wolfie touched him, forcing his reason to go further and further away from his mind.
“W-Wolfram…” he grunted as the climax rose from within his chest and escaped through Wolfie’s fingers. His seeds burst out of him, thick and milky, landing on both his and Wolfie’s chest, as well as drenching Wolfie’s hand entirely.
“So much came out…” Wolfie looked at his dripping hand, and, as if in a trance, took it to his behind. “Can I…” he was about to ask, but Dimitri was faster.
“Yes… Yes, you can.” He almost pleaded as Wolfie moved his hips up and down inadvertently, almost seductively so. Dimitri watched, patiently but painfully, as Wolfie coated his behind with Dimitri’s own semen and slowly descended on his erection.
“It’s… it’s so big,” Wolfie huffed, his body feeling hotter than when he used the dragonstone to transform. He didn’t know that, but his draconic skin shimmered with the moonlight filtering through the flaps of the tent, making the scene look holy in a debauched manner.
Dimitri closed his eye in pleasure, holding Wolfie’s hips for support. “If… If you wish to stop…” he said with a thin voice, almost not wanting to say it, but forcing himself to. He cared more about Wolfram than about his own pleasure, after all. It was still so hard to say.
Oh, so hard.
It felt so good, even with just the tip in.
“No… No… I can do it, we can do it…” Wolfie rolled his head to the sides, drunk in the pleasure just the tip was giving him. He lowered himself further, further and further down. As his stomach filled to the point of bursting, he felt like there was no end to it, but the moment his crotch touched Dimitri’s, they let out a sigh of pleasure in unison.
They were complete.
They were one.
By Naga, it felt so good.
Dimitri dug his face into Wolfie’s shoulder, his breathing erratic. “Wolfram… can I…”
“You can… Please, please, don’t ask…” The roles turned around, but neither of them noticed it. Wolfie simply couldn’t think anymore — he just wanted to be with Dimitri, to feel Dimitri, to taste Dimitri… his mind was spinning.
Dimitri carefully held Wolfie’s hips with one hand and slid the other one behind his neck, changing their positions so he would be on top. 
“Mhhhn…” Wolfie squeezed his eyes in a painful pleasure as the penetration felt deeper once it was out of his control, but he couldn’t let go. No, instead, he grasped harder at Dimitri’s hair and crossed his legs around the prince’s waist.
Locked in their lovemaking, Dimitri claimed Wolfie’s lips once more as he started to move slowly at first. He dug his tongue into Wolfram’s mouth, accelerating the rhythm of both the kiss and their lower bodies with each new breath they took.
Tears of pleasure rolled down Wolfie’s cheeks as Dimtiri’s thrusts dug deeper and harder into him, molding him into Dimitri’s shape.
“Ah… hahh…” Wolfie gasped for air, digging his claws on Dimitri’s back as the heat spread around his body like a wildfire. “I l-love… ah… you…” he slurred the words, delirious as the pleasure was too much to take. “Dimi…”
“And I… you… my love…” Dimitri grunted as he pounded harder into Wolfie, their bodies so in sync, they felt the epitome of pleasure at the same time — Dimitri released himself inside Wolfram as Wolfie’s seeds spread between their bodies, as a testament of their shared lovemaking.
Panting, but still joined, the couple shared a groggy kiss to seal their vows under the heated imperial night.
With the events of the previous night etched into their hearts and bodies, Wolfram and Dimitri rode into battle with a renewed resolve.
Dimitri would ask Wolfram to stay.
Wolfie would tell Dimitri he would come back for him.
There was no future where the two of them weren’t together; it simply wasn’t possible — not anymore. 
However, they still had to win that future in today’s battle.
With the dawning sun at their backs, Dimitri stood at the front, holding his Hero’s Relic that shone with a shimmering red. His mind was clear, and his voice carried the weight of all the lives of those he lost — and the lives of those he would protect, now and in the future.
“Sons of Fódlan!” He roared, truly fitting for the leader of the Blue Lions. “My brothers,” he spoke more softly, though with no less conviction. “For too long have we been fighting. For too long have we failed to protect our loved ones, our families… Our homes.” He shook his fist with regret, but raised his head as the first rays of sunlight peeked through the mountains. “Ere the sun rises!” he pointed his spear upwards, “the first day of the rest of our lives! Today we fight to reclaim our peace, to save those in need… Today we fight for unification and understanding! Today we fight to see another day! By all that you hold dear on this good earth, I bid you stand, Men of the Kingdom!” He rallied, the thunder in his voice clapping on the heart of every single soldier there.
The drums of war resounded, deafened by the troops’ roars. Spears, swords, shields, bows and tomes shot upwards, to the sun — to the future they would reclaim with their own hands.
Roused by the Savior King’s speech, the army charged forward, following the path Wolfram opened with his powers.
With such high morale, the Kingdom’s army trampled through the resistance, no matter what was being thrown at them.
Enbarr was littered with Demonic and Magical Beasts both of which did not care who was friend and who was foe — destruction was their only objective and there lay no unturned stone where one such beasts was. 
Dimitri made sure to instruct all soldiers not to pillage nor deliver unnecessary judgment, but to also rescue any civilians or surrendered soldiers in danger.
The battle would have ended sooner had he just focused on charging on ahead, but he had grown from that.
Charging on ahead without caring for anyone wasn’t going to achieve his goal — even if it would, he would be alone in the end regardless. A future of him sitting upon a pile of corpses in a field of tragedy could not be considered as such.
Bloodsoaked as he was, he still could do something good with the power that had been given him — and taking back a once doomed future was exactly it.
They marched on ahead, finding more and more Demonic Beasts the closer they got to the palace. Their stench was everywhere, to the point of numbing Wolfram’s nose.
“Dimitri!” Wolfram called from the sky, his voice being carried by the wind. “There’s something really powerful inside. It’s like one of those beasts, but somehow more…” he trailed off, unsure of even what he was warning his beloved about.
But Dimitri nodded with a deep frown. “Thank you, Wolfram,” he said firmly, turning to Byleth for counsel.
They had to adapt their strategies once they stormed the castle — they would go from an open city to a closed fortress, after all — but there was no time to rest on their laurels.
The battle was nigh, and soon they discovered the source of Wolfie’s anxiety: The Hegemon Husk, a gargantuan demonic beast that was waiting for them at the throne room, as if it was its owner.
Wolfram had used his Naga ability only once when a group of beasts were swarming a church, but he felt that he could still use it one or two more times if needed — and the boy was sure it would be.
Normal attacks bounced off of the Husk, not to mention the humongous reach its attacks had. Once they all got closer, however, they realized it was not a simple monster — it was Edelgard in the flesh, consumed by whatever foul power had made the beasts in the first place.
Dimitri and the others had been fighting towards a better future, one that all could live in peace and harmony. Edelgard held similar ideals, once. Or at least it was what she seemed to have believed when they had met at that secret summit.
However, now she looked like nothing more than a demon ready to swallow the world — and its peace with it.
The Savior King stood tall in front of the monster many times his size, brandishing a lance of legend. Many artists would try to recreate this moment in the future — of Dimitri’s holy aura; of the dark path that lay behind him as he trailed towards a bright future; of the monster the size of a mountain that stood in his path… But none would make it justice.
The scene felt somewhat holy — and Wolfram wasn’t even a big part in it, despite what people believed about his ancestry. It was the tale of a single man, carrying the weight of the world in his shoulders, standing down in front of impossible odds and still being able to overcome them.
His gaze was unwavering as he looked up to the beast. “To be changed beyond all recognition… That is what lies at the end of the ideals you served so diligently.” He adopted a battle stance. “I have no pity for one such as you. If that is the future you hoped for, then you deserve no compassion.”
Having said that, Dimitri started his onslaught against the Husk, being aided by his comrades, by his classmates, by his Professor… and by his beloved. Together, with the strength of all who would lend it, the odds tipped in their favor and, after a fierce day and night of battle, the Husk toppled over, dissolving into dust.
It revealed the real Edelgard underneath, her face devoid of emotion as she looked up to Dimitri in defeat. Wolfie reverted his transformation, landing right behind Dimitri, gripping at his cloak for support.
Edelgard glanced at the boy, then to Dimitri, her silver hair cascading down her shoulders.
“El…” Dimitri reached out to her, comfortable with Wolfie’s support behind him. However, Edelgard reached for the dagger inside her cloak and threw it at Dimitri in a last spur of strength.
“Dimitri…!” Wolfie gasped, unable to catch the action that had been too quick even for his heightened senses. 
Dimitri simply grunted as the dagger pierced under his armor’s bindings on his left shoulder, his right hand moving by instinct and stabbing her with his lance at the same time. She crumpled lifelessly on the ground as Wolfie reached to cast healing magic right away, watching as the dagger fell on the ground under the healed flesh.
After an entire day of death, after fighting through the night and breaching the darkness, Dimitri turned around to the open door.
The sun was shining once again.
It shone as if reminding them all not to lose hope; not to forget that a new day would always dawn, no matter how dark the previous night had been.
He took Wolfie’s hand and headed towards the light, though he hesitated for a moment, meaning to look back at Edelgard one last time before the end; however, Wolfie didn’t let him. He pulled him this time, leading the Savior King to his faithful subjects; leading him straight to the victory roar and into the embrace of the sun.
Dimitri squeezed Wolfie’s hand in his, smiling, then grinning, then laughing happily as the bright rays of sunlight shone on his golden hair, reflecting a precious, precious memory that Wolfram would never, ever forget.
His heart full, and his lips stuck in a permanent smile, Wolfie felt tears trickling down his cheeks as an immense weight was lifted from his chest.
It was over.
It was finally, finally over.
He had arrived in this land no older than a boy, lost and without a true purpose in his home world. He had been born in an Era after the end — in an Era that had seen the end, fought against it and reclaimed its peace with its own bloodsoaked hands.
He had been born unto a loving family and an even more loving home, but was thrust upon this world to help it fight against its own end. No year of training could have truly prepared him for what he had witnessed and experienced in Fódlan.
No wise counsels from his siblings, no ‘cool life hacks’ from his father, no amount of information from his mother — nothing could have truly prepared him for Fódlan. He had arrived as nothing more than a young man, loved by his family.
From nothing, he had acquired so much.
He had done so much.
He had befriended so many people, he had learned so much about himself, about humanity, about his own species and their distant cousins.
He had learned about true love. 
Looking at the scene in front of him, at the scene that had seemed to have stopped in time — of a smiling Dimitri, being showered with confetti and praises by their comrades, by the people and even by the surrendered soldiers. A halo of light shone behind him, or perhaps that was simply his golden hair dancing with dawn.
Wolfie had truly, fully finally learned what life was about only after embarking on this long yet short journey.
For five, lonely years he dove into his faith, following what he had been destined to do.
For five, lonely years he prayed, depositing more and more power into the tiny dragonstone he carried.
For five, lonely years he worshiped the small, handmade shrine. One that would play a great part in the future, though he was still not aware of how yet.
Yet, after his dragonstone cracked, he had been unable to focus on his prayers. Not even a whisper from Naga could be heard, even in the most silent of nights. 
But that was about to change.
With the weight lifted from his heart and mind, Wolfram’s body, exhausted from overusing his ultimate ability and for staying transformed for so long without pause, reached the point of enlightenment.
He could turn his head and see no one moving; he could see the trails of the wind and he could smell the color of the sun.
As his heart pounded and his ears rang, Wolfram heard it for the first time in what felt like an eternity.
“Young One, the time is nigh.” He heard the voice, though it felt like he was reading the words being written by the sky. “Go now, to the place where you used your power to save those in need.”
Wolfram couldn’t breathe, but he could feel all the molecules of air around him at the same time.
“Naga…?” he croaked out, his body somehow merging into the unknown, becoming part of the sky.
He saw Enbarr as if he was looking down at a model city, complete with the destroyed buildings and even the people moving in real time. His field of vision narrowed nauseatingly quickly, taking him to the back of the church he had first used his power Naga at.
At a small shrine right behind the church, close to a small fountain, there shone a lingering pool of light, connected by a white thread that ran all the way back to him.
As if he had made the trip himself — or at least his soul had — Wolfie was thrown back into his body forcefully, slumping down the moment he felt he was made of flesh again.
The light was too blinding, and the noises were too indistinguishable for him to focus. His vision blurry, he could barely make out what Dimitri was saying, as if they were separated by a thick glass.
“Dimi… I have…” he tried to move his dry lips, but soon darkness claimed him, and all that awaited was a forced slumber.
It all happened in an instant.
Barely had they stepped out of the throne room into the courtyard, Dimitri only had time to look at Wolfie and smile before the manakete collapsed in his arms, mumbling his name.
“Wolfram!” Dimitri’s blood ran cold. “Speak to me!” he tapped Wolfie’s pale cheeks.
“Medic!” Byleth yelled from behind, quickly putting herself between Dimitri and Wolfram. “Give him some space,” she elbowed him as she raised her voice. “Manuela and Hanneman!”
Although Byleth wasn’t completely in tune with the Blood inside of her — Sothis had disappeared way too early for that, and the talks she had with Wolfie about his world hadn’t nearly been enough — she felt an instability in Time itself for a moment there.
It felt like when she used a Divine Pulse, but somehow on a bigger scale, which was absurd. What could be bigger than turning back the hands of time itself? 
Yet, she could feel the lingering presence of a Blood in the air, as if reality itself was distorting to accommodate it. She could see a thin, silvery thread coming out of Wolfie’s locket towards the city, and that thread was consuming his power at a constant pace.
“Gods above!” Hanneman cursed in shock, “this is a severe mana exhaustion. Manuela, let us hurry and make a transfusion right away.” Being a renowned mage and Crest expert, Hanneman noticed the problem Byleth had seen but had no name for right away. He lifted his sleeves as Byleth lay Wolfie down on the grass, taking the boy’s hand the next moment.
Manuela grumbled something about not receiving orders from Hanneman, but acted quickly for the sake of the patient on the ground.
The two of them interacted with the mana circles inside Wolfie’s heart, infusing some of their own magic into him to supplement the sudden depletion.
“That should do it for now,” Manuela said after a few minutes, though Wolfie’s countenance did not look any better.
“Perhaps, but not quite,” Hanneman twisted his lips with a frown. “Something is consuming his mana at a steady rate. If this goes on, he will simply collapse again.”
“That’s why I said ‘for now’, you old coot,” Manuela growled. “We have to find the cause quickly — otherwise, even our mana will be depleted.”
“Is it that grave?” Dimitri crouched beside them, caressing Wolfie’s pale cheek. 
“It can be if we cannot find the source quickly,” Manuela tried to whisper, but had to yell due to the festive hollers and loud cries all around them. Wolfie passing out was just a drop amidst all the chaos the end of the war entailed.
There were a few onlookers crowding around them, but they did not linger for long amidst all the huddling and jostling. 
Byleth looked at the thread, then to Dimitri. “I think I know the cause,” she said, then turned to Manuela and Hanneman. “How long can he stay away from you two? I need to take him somewhere, but if it’s too dangerous…”
“As Manuela said, he should be fine for the time being. The mana being consumed is not much, but it is being depleted at a steady rate. A few hours, perhaps.”
Manuela bobbed her head to the side, then concurred. “Yes. I would rather you took me too, but I’m not confident I can follow after you two,” she waved to the two overpowered beings in front of her.
The bearer of the Crest of Blaiddyd who sported superhuman strength and the Avatar of the Goddess herself. Yeah, Manuela would not be able to keep up with them if they ran at full speed.
“Just bring him back right away if you can’t undo the spell.”
“Alright,” Byleth nodded, meaning to carry Wolfie in her arms, but Dimitri placed one hand on her shoulder, asking for permission. She took a step back, allowing the King to hold his Consort preciously in his arms.
“Lead the way, Professor,” he said in a grave voice, his heart trembling inside his chest.
Byleth pressed her lips into a thin line, then ran ahead, jumping over people and roofs, following the thread mostly by instinct rather than by sight. 
The Presence was faint, but constant, as if guiding her feet towards it.
The closer she got to the source, the more silent the surroundings became. Soon, as they dove deep into the buildings, even the light took a while to keep up with them, shrouding them in darkness.
Yet, the place they went to — a small church that could be easily overlooked if one did not know where to look — somehow shone in an otherworldly glow. Time felt slow around it.
As they approached, Wolfie showed signs of waking up.
“Wolfram!” Dimitri flinched, quickly finding a nearby bench to place Wolfie on. “Are you alright? Talk to me, my love…”
“Dimi…” Wolfie rolled his head to the sides, “I gotta… Naga said it’s time to go… I…” he blabbered, his vision blurry and his tongue numb. Tears rolled down his temples, wetting his pointy ears. “I didn’t know it would be so soon…” he sobbed.
“Wolfram…” Dimitri hardened his jaw. He wanted Wolfram to stay. Of course he did.
But if he was to suffer from mana depletion for the rest of his days… if he was to stay in a hospital bed, receiving transfusions just for his own selfishness, then…
Then, there was no other choice.
“But you must,” Dimitri said in a choked voice. “You must go, Wolfram.” 
He pointed to the fountain that shone brighter and brighter. Each droplet of water shone in a rainbow-colored light, as if the ever-changing surface of the water would reflect something else. Someplace else.
“Dimi…” Wolfie got up with Byleth and Dimitri’s help. “I couldn’t even say goodbye…” He groaned, light-headed and miserable.
“Still, you must,” Dimitri urged, his Adam's apple going up and down uncomfortably. “You must go and…” he reached for the Hero Relic strapped to his back — to Areadbhar, the lance passed down in the royal family since the dawn of the Kingdom. He took it and placed it on Wolfie’s hands. “You must go and come back. Come back to us. To… to me.”
“B-but this is your lance!” Wolfie protested, gripping at the Relic for support. 
“It is. You must return it to me, Wolfram. Promise me you will. Promise me you will return.” Dimitri grasped Wolfie’s hand on the lance. “You taught me selfishness, and I am aware this is a tall order I am asking, however… You must come back to me, Wolfram. I simply cannot be without you.”
Wolfie sniffled. “Dimiii!” He let go of the lance, jumping into Dimitri’s embrace. “Of course I’ll come back. I’ll find a way to come back and I won’t ever leave you alone again. We’ll be together forever.”
Dimitri’s nose stung with tears. “Yes,” he dug his face into Wolfie’s shoulder. “We will.”
“I love you, Dimi.” Wolfie hiccuped, kissing the prince’s ear, making him flinch.
“And I, you,” Dimitri replied in kind, letting go of their hug just enough for their lips to meet.
None of them thought that this was how the war would end.
They thought they would have the time to propose — for Dimitri — and the time to plan for a comeback — for Wolfram.
Yet, the Destiny’s Call was relentless in its pursuit for righteousness. It had to fix the otherworldly variable now that the worst had passed.
And it was the two lovers that had to be separated in the process.
Their last kiss was hungry, yet sorrowful. It longed for more, but it was pressed for time.
If only time could stop at that moment, to give them just a little bit more time together. Just a little bit more.
However, it was Aquilo’s cry from the sky that made the couple separate sluggishly, unwilling to part. He had also felt the distortion in the air, and followed the trio closely as they made their way into the city.
It was time.
Wolfie picked up Areadbhar from the floor, dusted it and held it close to his chest.
“Just don’t use it in battle,” Byleth patted Wolfie’s shoulder with a smile. 
“Duly noted,” Wolfie let out a hollow chuckle, then glanced back at Dimitri. “I’ll be back soon.”
“I shall be waiting for you.” He took Wolfie’s hand and kissed it, watching it slip away from his fingers as the dazzling light enveloped the fountain, then the entire area around them, swallowing Wolfie and Aquilo both in its almighty glow.
Just like that, in the blink of an eye, Wolfram was gone, and Byleth and Dimitri were left alone at the back of the church.
Dimitri’s shoulders slumped for a moment as his face was covered by his bangs, but soon he looked up to the sky — the same sky Wolfram always loved to trail on about; the same sky that he was sure Wolfie would be looking up to wherever he was.
Looking at that sky, Dimitri smiled.
They would see each other again.
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