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The Way Home by Traincat
Fandoms: Fire Emblem: Soen no Kiseki/Akatsuki no Megami | Fire Emblem Path of Radiance/Radiant Dawn
16 Mar 2023
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“This is an inane discussion,” Soren said. “I’m coming with you, and that’s final.”
He took a step forward and swayed.
If Ike reached out and shoved with one finger, he was sure he could topple Soren right over. He kept his arms folded so he wouldn’t be tempted to try and make a point.
“I’m still your commander, aren’t I?” Ike asked, raising his eyebrows. “You still trust me to make decisions?”
“Yes, but, Ike –” he said.
“Then you’ll do as I say, for the good of the company,” Ike said. “I won’t risk you. You’re too important.”
He stepped close, adjusting the hood of Soren’s cloak. He lowered his voice so he wouldn’t be heard by Shinon and Gatrie, waiting up by the gate.
“Go back to bed,” he said, his voice gentler. “I’ll be home soon.”
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Post-Path of Radiance, Ike and Soren share a promise, a first kiss, and a bed. Not in that order.
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what it means to love by solphitere
Fandoms: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses
26 Sep 2019
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The reputation of the Ashen Demon, who killed without mercy and never so much as blinked in the face of death, went beyond the battlefield, making its way to the hearts of any who bore witness to the same stony gaze that stared down blades.
Jeralt, however, didn't believe in the Ashen Demon. It took time to figure out, sure, but there's more to expressing emotions than the eyes. After many years, the little gestures started speaking volumes. So much can be conveyed by a head tilt, a twitching lip, a furrowed brow. In his own subtle way, Byleth was brimming with emotion.
Even without a heartbeat, Jeralt could see a burning heart.
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those dizzy stargazers by strikinglight for strikinglight
Fandoms: Fire Emblem Series, Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses
10 Sep 2020
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“Well, Claude,” she says, and, taking his cue, picks the cinnamon bun he brought her up in one hand. “I can’t say I know very well what it’s like in the Alliance, but I must say, you’re not at all what I expected from the son of a fine house.”
“High praise from the songstress Dorothea,” he says, grinning, and bumps his half-eaten croissant against hers in something resembling a toast. “You’re not so typical yourself.”
In which two odd birds discover each other.
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Moonrise by Schistosity
Fandoms: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses
15 Oct 2020
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The first time Khalid kills someone he is ten-and-a-quarter and it is not his fault.
Rather, it is his fault, but he hadn’t really meant to do it.
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24 Mar 2021
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“Blood cascades from the wound like flowing water, and Khalid sees the reflection of the moon in the assassin’s eyes, blazing like a beacon. He doesn’t stop to wonder why the moon he sees is a crescent when the moon outside his window is full.”
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and gather as the evening falls by strikinglight for themorninglark
Fandoms: Fire Emblem Series, Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses
11 Aug 2020
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Years later, Ashe will stand beside Dedue at the door of an old boardinghouse in Fhirdiad’s lower quarter, with a deed of sale in one hand and a book in the other, filled cover to cover with recipes transcribed in a blunt and careful hand.
By then, they’ll be older, wind-battered but unbowed, and for all that this looks and feels like an ending each of them will recognize the road that begins at the doorstep of the old house, stretching out steady and promising under their feet.
The house Ashe keeps after the war, with a little help from his friends.
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02 Feb 2021
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“It’s wonderful, isn’t it?” he says instead, and it’s no lie. “That with a little imagination even unripe fruit is good for something.”
Something in Dedue’s face softens, near-imperceptibly. The change is so slight someone watching less closely would likely miss it—but it does not escape Ashe, either. He’s still training his archer’s eye, but in the meantime it is keen enough to attend to other, gentler things.
“I have always thought so, too.”