Can I get uhh some Alfonse trying to impress a gender neutral summoner who he has a crush on?? Please and thanks love you lots
Mwuahaha Warning! Slightly Jealous Alfonse who’s a total virgin when it comes to feelings + a sprinkle of extra cockblocking husbands!
P.S. If you ever notice me slip up and add something that isn’t neutral, lemme know!
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Alfonse really hadn’t planned on spending his day like this.
He had no intentions of running about doing his best to garner the attention of his partner-of his summoner.
But things never seem to go as planned when it came to dealing with you, his feelings for you were proof of this.
His entire demeanor of “keep heroes at arms length” had been completely obliterated within a matter of weeks of meeting you.
Now, Alfonse was left with an entirely different predicament. And it had begun this morning at the tactics meeting.
It was just supposed to be a discussion over the newly formed cavalry team. It was agreed that it would be advantageous to excel in specific movement types to combat opposing forces in any environment.
It had been a successful meeting, with every present member aware of their formation and acknowledging their new teammates. With the meet completed, everyone had begun to exit the room, scampering off to the training grounds.
All except Alfonse, the Summoner..and Prince Hríd.
It was customary for Alfonse to remain after a council as he had a major role in leading the army, he would stay to further discuss the army’s wellbeing with the Summoner.
This time was no different, he had turned to speak to you the moment heroes began leaving. Only for him to be interrupted by Prince Hríd approaching you.
A little surprised to see a hero remain after a meeting (Most hated sitting still for the droll of strategy), you flashed him a smile,
“Hríd! Did you have any questions?”
Hríd had paused, casting a glance at Alfonse, before answering your question hesitantly.
This had caught Alfonse’s attention immediately, Hríd seemed wary to discuss what he wanted in his presence. Something that made Alfonse’s stomach churn.
He wasn’t blind, he knew of your bonds to various heroes, a good many of them had admired you as more than a comrade. He saw it in their gazes, looks that lasted longer than they should have, eyes that lingered on you longer than he was comfortable with.
His mind automatically went to the worst case scenario that Prince Hríd would act on some sort of affection that apparently every hero develops upon interacting with you.
With a frown forming, Alfonse remained quiet and didn’t move an inch from where he stood, perhaps it would discourage a confession-
Hríd seemed to be gathering his thoughts, trying to find a manner to phrase what he wished to inquire about.
Alfonse didn’t realize he was holding his breath,
“May I…might I ask why me specifically..?”
Alfonse let out a sigh of relief, something that earned him a questioning glance from the Prince. Coughing awkwardly, Alfonse hoped you hadn’t noticed.
It took a moment for you to connect what exactly Hríd was talking about,
“..Oh! You mean the team! Sure, but can I ask why you’re curious about it?”
“I merely…I am confident that there are swordsmen more capable in terms of the kinsmanship required for such a team to have a fruitful synergy.”
You blinked owlishly at his remark, so he thought that he would not be an adequate teammate for the others to be comfortable and share a sense of comradery, huh?
You gave Hríd a smile, it was thoughtful of him to worry about creating a void in the team but you had chosen him for a specific reason.
“While you may believe that, Hríd. I believe and trust in your ability to lead.”
You paused to make sure he was understanding, he seemed to be intently listening so you continued,
“Hríd, from the moment you met up with our forces you were able to take charge and deduce a traitor in our midst. Even after so many attempts on Surtr’s life alone, you kept going despite suffering horrible injuries and with your family believing you had died.
Hríd, you’re strong. Maybe there are other people who can make them feel more comfortable. But that isn’t the only way to unite people, having someone strong who they can trust to lead them is the greatest comfort of all.
That’s something I believe…I know you can do, Hríd.”
Hríd had stood near dumbfounded, Alfonse had smiled slightly, you always had a way with words and always cared over the worries of your army.
It took a moment for Hríd to gather his bearings, he hadn’t been prepared for such a blatant display of faith.
Then a brilliantly soft smile bloomed on his face,
You yourself were caught off guard by the smile, Hríd rarely smiled unless he was with his sisters, and even then, those smiles were not nearly as grateful and happy as the one he had given you.
After saying his goodbyes, Hrìd had left to train with his new allies.
Alfonse had remained silent until Hríd had left, he turned to speak to you but froze when he saw that you were clutching the clothing over your heart.
Panicked and worried, he shakingly spoke,
“S-Summoner..!?..What’s wrong??”
A moment passed before you responded,
“Ah..I’m fine Alfonse. It’s just..Prince Hríd’s smile isn’t good for my heart.”
Alfonse’s face contorted into a frown, did..did that mean something? He was not well versed in romance so perhaps he was looking far too much into it but don’t people like the smiles of those they’re in love with? Or like?
He likes your smile and he’s fallen in love with you, so..do you see Hríd in the same light?
Did..would you like his smile, too?
“Hmm…?” You turned away from the direction Hríd had left the room only to be startled when your gaze landed on the Askran prince,
Unbeknownst to him, the smile that Alfonse had presented had been morphed with his previous worries, resulting in what can only be described as a brigands smarmy grin.
Feeling dejected Alfonse had left, leaving you mildly concerned and slightly terrified, but he clung to the hope that perhaps he was simply looking far too much into it.
Despite his own self assurance, he still found himself wanting the same praise that you had given Hríd so freely. A part of him felt guilty, you were merely looking out for your troops and here he was wishing to monopolize your attention…his father must be rolling in his grave.
Speaking of his father, he recalls his show of defiance when it came to you. How he had refused to relinquish his trust in you, against his father’s advice. He flushes about it now and he wonders if his father saw through his feelings like his mother had.
With a sigh, Alfonse let his footsteps drag across the ground. He’d done it all.
He had done absolutely everything he could think of to garner your attention.
During training he had performed his very best, taking down opponent after opponent and despite his best effort, your attention was on the newbie sword units who had recently been summoned to Askr.
He had tried to let his intelligence shine at the afternoon tactics meeting, staying a step ahead of the other strategists in the room and offering ideal positions for the greatest chance of leaving a battle unscathed.
For a brief moment, just a sliver of time, he had seen surprise present on your face and he swore you were about to reward him with praise if the blooming smile was an indication.
But for whatever reason, the world was having fun watching him suffer and decided that at that moment, it would be a fantastic time for Soren to unleash one of his many scoldings on you. Scoldings that everyone and their mother could tell were disguised concern for you.
Alfonse burned a little watching you grin at Soren’s poor attempts to hide the meaning behind “Focus or you’ll die on the battlefield and I don’t want-…I mean, I don’t plan on having to deal with the workload you leave behind!”
Alfonse found that he wasn’t particularly fond of Soren that day.
The final nail in the coffin that had buried Alfonse’s pride with it had been when his well meaning sister appeared to aid him. Giggling and suddenly very perceptive of what her brother was feeling, Sharena cajoled Alfonse into…into one of those festive getups!
Her reasoning had been “The summoner always loves seeing all the fun costumes heroes wear at festivals so I’m sure this’ll catch their attention!”…or at least, its what she said but her little snickers made Alfonse a little more than suspicious.
The cat ears should have stopped him. They really should have.
Sharena was simply having the time of her life dressing him as a “Spring Kitty”..an alternate of the spring festival outfit that he had endured the year before…
Adorned with royal blues, golds, and white (the signature Askran colors) Alfonse had been delivered by Sharena to the summoner. Leaving with giggles and a wink sent to Alfonse, she had scampered down the hall.
He stood in front of you, anxiously awaiting what you would say.
“You look..you look so cute!”
Cute? Perhaps that’s not exactly what he wanted to hear…he’s heard you call Chrom dashing in his spring outfit so…ah well, any attention from you is good.
He might have said more but you had begun running your hands over his costume ears and it was wildly distracting. He couldn’t help the furious blush that had enveloped his cheeks.
“But..what brought this on? I thought you hated festival clothes?”
Alfonse had stood panicked for a moment, he couldn’t just say “Oh, I’m in love with you so I want you to look at me only.”
..Well…he could but he might just disintegrate out of embarrassment.
“..Sharena!” he had blurted, and while you were confused for a moment, you seemed to have understood.
“So your sister roped you into it, huh? Give her my thanks!”
Alfonse had been confused, and his face showed it.
Your hands went from fondling his cat ears to running through his hair, then finally resting on his cheeks. Time seemed to still and he found that he couldn’t move an inch, almost spellbound by how close you suddenly seemed.
The soft expression you held was captivating.
The giant crash and subsequent yelling further down the hall decided that it would be a perfect time to interject.
You had pulled away at the sudden noise and turned to face it behind you. For a moment you thought it was just another brouhaha that had broken out among heroes but the very familiar “DIE,worm!” had you sprinting down the halls praying that Anna would not kill you for the damages that the Fell Dragon was sure to incur.
Alfonse was left standing with in a very embarrassing outfit with a feeling of both empty disappointment and the sudden urge to fall to his knees and curse the gods.
Free of his pride-decimating suit, Alfonse let out another sigh, continuing his patrol through the halls. Done wallowing and reflecting on his attempts, he relinquished the idea. Perhaps he wasn’t meant to stand out from the others around him…
He paused, he hadn’t even heard someone creep up behind him. He really needed to pull it together, it could have been an assassin.
“Summoner?” He was surprised to say the least, he was sure you would be busy begging Anna not to make you send every hero involved with the incident home.
“Finally! I caught up to…aww! Your outfits gone already?”
Alfonse let out a nervous laugh, continuing the conversation as you fell into step with him.
“I..yes. Anna let you go free?”
“Hm? Yeah, she lectured my ear off though…but I’m glad I could escape, doesn’t it feel like we haven’t been able to talk all day?”
Alfonse might have screamed that yes, yes the world seemed to have the absolute need to keep you away from him today but feeling defeated from his previous attempts, he merely nodded.
You frowned and your steps slowed to a halt, Alfonse the same.
“Summoner, do you think…”
Maybe it was a strange moment of vulnerability appearing but he was quite sure it had more to do with being able to express himself in your presence. You just seemed to draw things out of him.
..you could ever come to like me?
“..am I a worthy of leading this army..?”
The first question had crossed his mind for a brief second, but he cast it aside. He wasn’t quite ready to confess his affections, so he muttered his other worries.
With so many other kings and princes about, he wonders if he has any place being at your side, leading the troops, having trust placed in his ability.
There were so many others who could replace him.
He kept his gaze trained on the ground, almost afraid what he’d find if he looked at you.
He hated the silence that followed,
His eyes flew to you, an instinct when it came to hearing your voice.
You were staring at him, seemingly in disbelief. You scanned his face, oh no, he was serious.
“Alfonse, you’re quite literally the epitome of what this army needs.”
You grasped his hands in yours and looked him straight in the eyes, gaze unwavering.
“I came here knowing no one and knowing nothing, but I placed my trust in you anyway. Because I felt that I could. A prince who would risk his life alongside his comrades in order to keep the people of his homeland safe? How can I not believe in you?
Time after time you’ve laid down your life, listened and trusted me when it came to the army. You were..you were gonna die for all of us when we were up against Hel, and even then, you didn’t look back and thought only of how you could be an asset to us.
We might not have started all buddy buddy but you’ve become someone irreplaceable to me.
Alfonse, you’re my partner.”
It was almost like a wave, just sweeping away every little doubt he might have had. Instead, he was filled with the feeling foolish, how silly of him. He has you beside him, with you, he can do anything. Except confess.
You thought of him so highly…it’s..it’s all he needs.
“But if you had those thoughts then maybe I’m not doing enough to-”
“No! No, Summoner, perish the thought. You’ve done more for us than anyone could think to ask for. I merely..needed a reminder. Please don’t think that it’s in any way your fault. Pardon, I feel a bit like a fool, how could I have these doubts when the great and almighty summoner is on our side?”
It took a moment to register the playfulness in his voice, he was trying to ease the mood.
You played along, flippantly remarking
“W-well! I suppose if you need my powers so badly~”
You two shared a small laugh, and suddenly Alfonse became very aware that you were holding his hands.
Partners. You’re his..partner.
The blush he had while you were messing with his costume had come back full force.
It sounded much more appealing than it should have been, but he basked in it anyway. Maybe someday he’d tell you about all the feelings he held for you, but for now, he was satisfied with being the one you placed all of your trust in.
Partner…he really liked the word now.
A genuine smile found its way to his lips, and he doesn’t think he’s felt such profound happiness in a long time. If he ever became more with you..he might just explode of joy.
However, the smile disappeared from his face when you quietly slipped your hands away from his.
“Summoner..?” he frowned, had he done something wrong?
You clutched at the clothes over your chest.
“Ah..sorry..it’s just..your smile isn’t good for me either.”
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