title: pillowtalk
series: castlevania
characters: alucard & richter belmont
ships: alucard/richter, mentions of one-sided trevor/alucard
word count: 2k+
rating: mature ( mentions of..... y’know ;) )
summary: During the late nights and in their afterglow, Alucard and Richter engage in some pillow talk.
“Can I ask you something else?” Richter shifted against him, his hand reaching for his. “It’s a little personal, and I don’t want you to be mad at me for asking it.”
“I’ve dealt with worse than a question that I could possibly not like.” Alucard said, his hand squeezing his to comfort him. “But, feel free to ask if you’re comfortable with it.”
“Were you…” A beat, as Richter’s cerulean gaze glanced away. Finally, he let out a sigh. “Were you ever in love with Trevor?”
title: sun rises
series: castlevania
characters: alucard, richter belmont & maria renard
ships: alucard/richter
word count: 10k+
rating: teens and up ( for blood and swearing )
summary: The castle that once belonged to Dracula receives a guest, 300 years later.
“Your existence isn’t a curse, Alucard.”
“... Excuse me?”
“Your existence isn’t a curse,” repeats Richter, his hand traveling to rest on Alucard’s knee. “You saved the world, saved humanity with your own hands, and you’re giving me the time of day when you could have easily told me to go away. You’re a good man, like I said. I’m happy you’re in this world.”
title: amor vincit omnia
series: castlevania
characters: genya arikado / alucard, yoko belnades, soma cruz, mina hakuba & richter belmont
ships: alucard/richter
word count: 4k+
rating: general audiences ( some alcohol references )
summary: During their snooping through Arikado's house, Soma and Mina find a locket with a picture of a man inside of it.
“Who’s the guy in the locket?” Soma asked with a brow raise.
“That would be my husband.”
Surprised gasps and sputtering from the two troublemakers immediately followed his words.
LucinaxDarius & Wedding AU or a Prompt dealing a wedding?
The general can't help but fidget slightly as they plan their wedding. He's afraid something will happen during it that will possibly ruin it for his future wife. The Exalt, however, simply smiles and holds his hand to reassure him that everything will be fine.
He does not argue with her, because her hope calms his nerves most of the time.
"I named my starter after you," she told him after they finally met up along the route. When he asked why, she tells him that it's like he's never left her side. As always, she can't help but tease him when he looked away to hide the blush on his face.
She wasn't sure what to say, nor did she know if she was supposed to say anything at all. But what Severa knew was that Lucina needed her right now.
decided to write some pre-game Lucina/Severa!! i love this pair a lot.
"You're still out here."
It wasn't so much a question, rather a statement. The blue haired warrior turned her head, her gaze meeting the harden stare of her friend. A light, tired chuckle left her mouth as she turned her head back towards the stars.
"It's a nice night," she said quietly, "and I wanted to stargaze before we left."
Severa sighed a bit. It wasn't surprising, really. Lucina always did this whenever something was on her mind - always kept it to her rather than talk about it to anyone else. To be honest, it really pissed her off.
At the same time, she understood. Today was their last day in their world. Tomorrow, at dawn, they would be leaving for a new world. They would be leaving for the past, so they could stop Grima once and for all.
Everyone was nervous but Severa knew this affected Lucina the most. She was the Exalt after all, the current one at least. She was probably the most scared of them all.
The mercenary sat next to the princess silently. She wasn't sure what to say, nor did she know if she was supposed to say anything at all. But what Severa knew was that Lucina needed her right now.
"Listen, how about I do your hair before we go?" The silence was broken by Severa's soft whisper. "I mean, you need a disguise and we won't have time to totally change your appearance in the morning."
Lucina looked over at the girl, knowing full well that this was her way of asking 'do you want to talk about it'. Severa always had a funny way of showing concern. The princess gave her a loving, soft smile, which only made Severa's face heat up.
"H-Hey, what's with that look?!" She hissed out, gaining a laugh from her friend. Lucina shook her head a bit and tried to stop her giggles.
"Nothing, shall we get started?"
And that's what Severa did - she fixed Lucina's hair, making sure to bundle it up so it looked similar to a boy's haircut, and she listened. She listened to Lucina ramble about how nervous she was. She knew Lucina was ashamed of being nervous; she was the Exalt after all.
It pissed her off that Lucina was so insecure about sharing her feelings.
"I know you're ashamed," Severa started, running her fingers through Lucina's hair, "but your dad would want you to connect with everyone. Hiding your feelings and storing them away is going to make you suffer more."
Lucina fell silent. She knew Severa was right in some aspect. But she didn't want to burden anyone with her problems. She had to stay strong for her people, for the other children. No one wanted a weak-minded leader.
She felt the other girl tug her in, her chest pressing against her back. Severa rested her head against Lucina's shoulder and took in her scent. The mercenary was nervous as well. She was nervous about seeing her mother and father again.
Yet, with Lucina by her side, she felt like she could do anything.
"Do it for me. We've been friends since forever. We've always been there for each other. I... I don't plan on letting anything change that."
She was serious. She would never show this side to Lucina if she wasn't serious. The princess placed a hand over Severa's own, keeping her there. It would be their last intimate moment together, until they reached the past.
She wasn't going to let this go to waste.
"I'll do my best," she answered in a soft but loving voice. "I'd hate to disappoint you."
The morning sunrise had long arrived and the children stood in front of the gate. The Divine Dragon was silent, filling the air with her voice as she spoke.
"There's no turning back now. I fear that Grima's forces will arrive soon. Are you ready, young ones?"
All of them were nervous - Lucina the most. For a few minutes, she didn't answer. Severa frowned and knew she had to do something. Her fingers wrapped around Lucina's hand, snapping the princess out of her thoughts.
"We can do it," Severa mouthed to her. The swordswoman took a moment to give the girl a smile before using her free hand to place the butterfly mask over her face.
This is it. We can't mess this up.
"We're ready."
The light from the gate filled the sky. This was their chance. Lucina looked back at the other children, her voice filled with the authority they all knew. "Quickly everyone, let’s go!"
Lucina tugged Severa forward, her grip on her hand tightening. And not once, did Severa complain, even when the grip became uncomfortable.
Her princess needed her the most now, and she would gladly follow her wherever she went.
"Look, as much as I like your ‘Invisible Tie’ theory, they’ll only help us a little bit. It’s up to you and I to make sure these guys are still breathing by the end of the day - or die trying."
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Prologue: Invisible Threads of History; Part II
FOUR HUNDRED+ WORDS AND I STILL DON'T LIKE HOW THIS CAME OUT. My computer's lagging from it so I won't say anything else. I need to get better at writing fight scenes, that's for sure. it's a long read so uh tread carefully. As also, feel free to savior #thread bound if you don't want to see these updates
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"You all right?" The prince asked, resting his hands on his shoulders to stop the swaying. The coated male’s eyes darted from the prince to the other two - the blonde haired girl and the stern-looking man in armor. The girl’s stare looked rather inviting but the male intimidated just a bit.
He looked back at the man in front of him with a smile and nod. “Y-Yes,” he finally replied with his head bowed a bit, to show him his thanks. “Thank you, Chrom.”
He had no idea why he said that. His name just came to him. It was like he knew the prince, like he was an old friend. But that couldn’t be - he’s never seen this guy before in his life!
At least, that’s what he thought.
The man, Chrom, removed his hands from the male’s shoulders and gave him a look. He shouldn’t be too surprised that he knew him, but he had never seen this person before. He didn’t appear to be a citizen of Ylisse and that coat did look rather familiar.
He decides to brush it off for a moment and smiled lightly with a slight head tilt. “Ah, so you know me then?”
"No, actually…" the brown haired male mumbled as scratched his cheek. “It just kind of came to me. Your name, I mean."
"… Hm, how strange," Chrom mumbled to himself and frowned for a minute. "Tell me, what’s your name?"
"My name," that should be easy. Should, being the key word. No matter how hard he tried to remember his own name, his mind went blank. "I… I don’t remember," he answered quietly, looking down at his feet.
The blonde, who had been quiet for some time, rushed up to him and pointed at him. “Hey! I’ve heard of this!” The others gave her a look, wanting her to explain more. She simply sighed and placed a hand on her hip, shaking her head. “You know - it’s called amnesia.”
"It’s called a load of Pegasus dung." The knight said sternly, turning towards the coated male. "We’re to believe you remember milord’s name, but not your own?"
His glare pierced through him and the mysterious stranger couldn’t help but get a bit defensive. “B-But its true; I… I can’t remember it!”
Before anything could start between the two, Chrom cleared his throat to alert his knight. “What if it is true, Frederick? We can’t leave him alone out here and confused. What kind of shepherds would we be if we did?”
The tired male simply sighed in response, “Just the same, milord, I must emphasize caution.” Frederick slowly turned his head back to the other male and began to study him for a moment. “‘Twould not do to let a wolf into our flock.”
Am I supposed to be offended? The brown haired male pondered to himself. I feel kind of offended.
"Right then," Chrom began to walk away, "we’ll take him back to town and we’ll sort this whole thing out." The blonde nodded happily and began to walk after her brother and like a dog, Frederick trotted after them.
"H-Hey, wait!" The three turned around, waiting to see what the problem was. "Do I have a say in this?"
"Peace, friend,” Chrom held a hand up to stop any upcoming protests from the male, “I promise we’ll hear all you have to say back in town. Now come." Chrom said and began to walk once more. The male didn’t really have any other option. It was either follow them or stay behind.
In the end, Robin chose to follow.
—
The last thing she remembered was dragging her body away from the boy who was left out in the field.
Her body jolted upwards as she awoke. Where was she? Whose house was this? Where was her brother?
"Gods that was some night…" She didn’t want to remember it, but the image wouldn’t leave her head.
"I’ve finally found you."
The voice echoed throughout her head, making the caramel haired girl shiver with slight fear. Then there was that strange vision she had before she passed out.
"Chrom, huh?" the girl’s hand went up to her eye patch, her fingers brushing against it. Her hand dropped when she heard someone enter her room.
"Ah, you’re awake?" It was a man, one of the villagers perhaps. "My wife and I found you out at the entrance of the town passed out. We were quite worried." He offered her some water, to which she politely declined. "Are you feeling well?"
"Yeah, just a bit sore," she mumbled and rubbed her shoulder a bit. "Um, thank you for taking care of me—"
The sound of a woman screaming alerted them. The man hurried to the window and looked outside, his eyes widening at the sight. The villagers were running away as the houses suddenly lit on fire.
"Brigands," he cursed under his breath. "They plan on destroying—" The man turned towards the bed, only to find the girl near the door. "Hey, where are you going?!"
The girl had grabbed her coat and quickly checked it. Her tome was still there. So it looked like she wasn’t totally useless. Could she even still use magic? Well, she would find out soon enough. She turns towards the male and smiled cheerfully at him.
"What do you think? Someone’s gotta stop these guys."
Before he could say anything else, she was out the door.
—
"What will you do with me? Am I to be your prisoner?"
He was still bitter about being treated like a suspicious person. Granted, they had ever right to treat him that way - he was a stranger to them, a stranger with no memory of who he was - but it didn’t mean he had to like it.
Chrom laughed in response and patted his shoulder gently. “You’ll be free to go once we establish you’re no enemy of Ylisse.”
The male looked around, “Is that where we are? Ylisse?”
"You’ve never heard of the halidom?" Frederick laughed, though it wasn’t the same way Chrom laughed. His laughter was filled with mockery and sarcasm. "Someone pay this actor! He plays quite the fool; the furrowed brow is especially convincing…"
Chrom shot Frederick a look before looking back at the stranger. “This land is known as the Halidom of Ylisse. Our ruler, Emmeryn, is called the exalt. I suppose proper introductions are in order…” He pointed to himself, “My name is Chrom, as you already know.”
He turned towards the girl with a smile. “The delicate one here is my little sister, Lissa.”
Lissa threw her hands up in the air, clearly unhappy at how her brother introduced her. “I am NOT delicate!” She turned towards the other male, replacing the frown with an innocent smile. “Ignore my brother, please. He can be a bit thick sometimes. You know, you’re pretty lucky the Shepherds found you. Brigands would’ve been a rude awakening!”
"… Shepherds?" He looked at the three and studied them for a moment. "You tend to sheep in full armor?"
"It’s a dangerous job," the prince laughed a bit. "Just ask Frederick the Wary here."
"A title I wear with pride. Gods forbid one of us keeps an appropriate level of caution," sighed Frederick tiredly. "I have every wish to trust you, stranger, but my station mandates otherwise."
"I understand, sir. I would do no less myself—" He paused for a moment, brow furrowing a bit.
Robin.
A name was echoing in his head but it didn’t sound like a man’s voice. It sounded like a girl’s voice. It wasn’t mature; in fact she sounded much younger than that. It’s like she was calling his name.
"… My name’s Robin." he finally spoke after seeing the concern stare of Chrom. "I just remembered that, how odd. I suppose that’s one mystery solved."
"Robin?" Chrom cocked his head to the side a bit. "Is that foreign?" He shook his head a bit. "Well, we can discuss it later. We’re almost there, just a bit more—"
"Chrom!" The three jumped at Lissa’s voice as she pointed ahead. "The town!"
They could see it from where they were standing. The entire place was burning to the ground, the screams of innocent people lingering in the air. The blue haired prince cursed and his breath and grit his teeth in both anger and disgust.
It was a look Robin had seen before.
"Damn it! The town is ablaze! Those blasted brigands, no doubt…" He quickly looked towards Lissa and Frederick, giving them both a nod. "Quickly, we need to help them!"
"Milord, what about him?" Frederick gestured over to Robin. Chrom, clearly impatient, raised his voice.
"Unless he’s on fire as well, it can wait!"
"Aptly put, milord." Frederick mumbled as Lissa began to yell at them to hurry up. The Shepherds began to run towards the burning village, leaving Robin behind. For a moment, he just stood there.
"Someone’s gotta stop these guys."
That voice again. He had no idea whose voice it was, but he knew that he couldn’t stay here and wait for the Shepherds to come back. He needed to help them. He didn’t know why he felt that way, but he wasn’t going to turn away from those in need.
Robin ran after them, calling their name.
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The place was in shambles as the brigands began their rampage. Their leader watched with an amused smile, laughing as he held on to a maiden.
"Gwa ha ha! Get to it, lads! Grab anything shiny, and put the rest to the torch! We gots an example to set for these Ylissean types," he leaned down, looking closely at the woman in his grasp. "Ain’t that right, lass?"
The maiden tried to struggle and wiggle her arm out of his grasp but in the end, she was no match for his strength. “S-Someone, please help me!”
Lissa gripped on her staff, frowning at the sight before her. “Chrom, we have to stop them!”
"Don’t worry," he gave Lissa a quick squeeze on the shoulder, a determined look on his face. "After today, they won’t bother anyone—"
Before he could finish his sentence, a brigand had been thrown across them. The three ducked, watching the enemy slam into a fruit cart. His body cackled with electricity and after a few jolts, there was no sign of life in him.
"… What just happened?" Chrom asked in a whisper. Frederick scanned his eyes before they fell on a young girl with an open tome. She seemed rather young in appearance, but she also seemed rather skilled as well. One thing he noted was the eye patch she wore.
"I believe that girl just happened." He said and pointed towards her. Before Chrom or Lissa could say anything, they heard a voice calling for them.
"Chrom, wait!" Robin slid to them, catching his breath. Chrom was surprised to see him but he didn’t oppose it either. That meant he wanted to fight with them, right?
"Robin! Why did you follow us?"
"I… I’m not certain myself, but I’m armed and I know how to fight, if you’ll have me."
Chrom nodded, “Of course - strength in numbers. Just stay close!”
Robin nodded and looked around until his eyes landed on the girl in front of them. His eyes widened, quickly grabbing Chrom’s arm.
"Chrom, I know her." Yes, he did know her. She was in that strange dream he had. She was the one with him, standing by his side with Chrom.
Rufure.
She was familiar, he knew that. They were blood, he was sure of that. But no matter how hard he tried to remember any memories he had with her, none came up. All he could remember about her was her name, face and voice.
What kind of a brother was he if he couldn’t remember his own sister?
"You know her?" Chrom asked once Robin lets go of his arm. Robin nodded, looking back at the girl.
"Yeah, she’s my sister…. I just remembered that. I think I might be getting my memory back."
"We’ll discuss it later. Right now, it looks like she needs our help!" He quickly dashed towards the girl. Robin didn’t hesitate this time; he followed Chrom, pulling his sword out.
Rufure… I wonder if you’re in the same condition.
—-
This is strange; my magic is a lot weaker than before. Hell, I don’t even know where I am.
Her memory seemed to be jambled up as well, she noted. She remembered Robin. She knew some guy named Chrom apparently, thanks to that strange dream she had. And she remembered that night…
But when she tried to remember anything else, everything was a blank.
Now wasn’t the time to focus on her slightly screwed up memory; she had to defend the village. She quickly fired another blast of lighting at the brigands. It was certainly weak, but it did enough damage.
But it’s not enough to kill ‘em. I can’t do this alone!
Almost on cue, a brigand fell right in front of her. She jumped for a minute, thinking that he was attacking her, but upon further investigation, she found that the man in front of her was deader than dirt. She looked up, her eyes locking with the man in front of her.
"Are you alright?" The blue haired prince gave her a smile, to which she replied with a nod and a smile of her own.
"Thank you, Chrom."
He stopped for a moment, raising an eyebrow. “By any chance, your memory wouldn’t be messed up as well?”
"Um, actually… It’s kind of messed up," she mumbled, quickly looking behind him to see a brown haired male fighting off one of the brigands. Her eyes lit up and she mumbled a spell, casting it towards the brigand and finishing him off.
"Rufure," he began to rush towards her but the girl held her hand up. "We can talk later; right now we need to finish these guys off."
Robin nodded and quickly examined the field around them. Frederick was having no problem slaying off the brigands and Lissa was following close behind. Chrom wasn’t too worried about his younger sister; he knew very well his knight would protect her.
"Hey, Robin… You see what I see right?" Rufure whispered to him. Robin looked at their enemies, studying them. How strange, he could see their strength, the flow of the battle - everything like that.
"You see it too, then?" Robin asked as he tilted his head. Before his sister could answer, Chrom looked back at them.
"You two still with us?"
"Hmm... It’s strange, Chrom. Robin and I, here on the battlefield, we can see things…" Rufure answered. For a moment, her words got to attention of Frederick and Lissa, who were nearby.
"See things?" The prince asked, clearly interested in what the girl had to say. "Like what?"
"The enemy’s strength, their weaponry, the flow of the battle…" Robin pondered this for a moment. "We must have learned this somewhere."
"So, you’re saying you can seize the enemy up at a glance?"
"Yeah, it would seem so," Rufure said as her fingers trailed along the tome. For a moment, they went back to the battle. Robin and Rufure did their best to give information about the enemy to Chrom and Frederick and Lissa used her staff if there were any injuries.
Chrom slashed at a brigand, quickly killing him off before turning to the two tacticians. “Are you two alright? Don’t rush into danger.” They both gave him a nod and he continued to speak, “… You’ve both lent us our strength, and that makes you friends. Having an ally by my side gives me courage.”
"Thank you, but I think there’s more to that," Robin began as he quickly blocked an incoming attack. Rufure got in front of him and yelled out a spell, sending jolts through the brigand’s body. "It’s fuzzy, but I think working in pairs improves strength, defense, speed… Yes, I’m sure of it!"
"Then we’ll work in pairs. Chrom, Robin, you go on ahead. Frederick and I will handle these chums." Rufure said with a grin, waving them off.
This sounds way too familiar… Robin thought to himself. He shook the thought off and joined Chrom’s side as they went off to face the leader. Rufure sighed as she watched them leave.
This is a mess.
—-
"Here, sheepy sheepy, come to the slaughter!" Garrick taunted as Chrom readied himself in a fighting stance. He glanced at Robin and awaited his instructions, or at least a sign to attack. Once he got a nod from Robin, he charged at Garrick and attacked him.
The leader staggered back and touched his arm, where the blade hit. Blood seeped out of the wound. He growled and went after Chrom, who moved out of the way but still felt the axe against his bare skin cut him. He grunted in pain as he stepped back, allowing Robin to take a shot at him. The tactician uppercut the man before dodging the next attack – but barely – the axe swiped against him, cutting beneath his cloth.
"He’s strong," Robin admitted. Chrom nodded a bit and blocked an incoming attack. "We’ll have to use a lot of force to get to him."
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck the brigand and a scream left his throat as he fell to his knees. Robin glanced behind him to see Rufure, with Frederick and Lissa behind her.
"Chrom, now!"
The prince didn’t wait for any other orders. He rushed up to the leader and brought his blade down on him, quickly ending his life. Garrick screamed in agony once more before falling back lifelessly.
"We did it!" Rufure cheered, rushing up to the two males. Robin just smiled at her and looked back towards Chrom, who offered him a smile of his own.
"Yeah, we make quite a team."
—-
"That’s the end of that," Rufure said with a content laugh as she stretched a bit. Robin stood next to her, looking around the town. For the most part, the town’s fires were put out by the villagers. Chrom and Frederick had interrogated Rufure a bit but it seemed she was in the same boat as Robin. She couldn’t remember anything but Robin, or so it seemed.
"Do you remember how you got here?" Chrom had asked her. The girl thought for a moment and a vision flashed in her mind. A smiling, hooded man was looking down at her. The smile wasn’t anything generous though. It was filled with malice and cruel intentions.
She could remember Robin telling her to run and like the idiot she was, she didn’t run until she was close to death, because she wanted to protect him. From what, though? From the hooded man, from something else – she had no idea.
"I’ve finally found you."
"No," she lied. "I don’t remember."
Lissa placed her hands on her hips as she looked at the two newcomers with a smile, “Well, lucky for us not only were we close, but Rufure was already here with her incredibly strong magic. That was amazing! Swords, sorcery and tactics! Is there anything you two can’t do?”
"You two certainly can handle yourselves, that’s for sure." Chrom said. Rufure flashed him a grin and crossed her arms. It was a compliment she was willing to take.
Of course, there had to be just one person to rain down on their parade and that person was a certain knight that was staring down at the two with a frown. “Indeed. Perhaps you might even be capable of an explanation for how you came here? Or why you suddenly remember you two are related.”
Robin could tell his sister was about to rip Frederick a new one so he decided to step in, extending his arm out in front of her. “I understand your skepticism, Sir Frederick. And I cannot explain why only some knowledge has returned to us. But please, believe me. We have shared all that we know.”
"Yeah," the shorter girl said, looking at Frederick with her eye. "Please give it some time. Once we get our memory back we’ll tell all we can know."
Chrom had been quiet for most of the conversation but he spoke up with a smile on his face. “You two fought to save Ylissean lives. My heart says that’s enough.”
"And your mind, milord? Will you not heed its counsel as well?" To be honest, the knight wasn’t too surprised at his lord’s words. Chrom always had a kind heart and always was overly trusting, which was a kind trait - but it was also a deadly sin.
"Frederick, the Shepherds could use someone with their talents," he started to explain as he nodded towards the two, who were talking for a minute until they heard Chrom. "We’ve brigands and unruly neighbors, all looking to bloody our soil. Would you really have us lose such two able tacticians? I believe their story, despite how odd it sounds."
"Th-Thank you, Chrom," the male tactician said with a nod. "I promise we’ll tell everything we can when we get our memory back."
"So you’ll join us?"
"Sure," Rufure said casually. "We would be honored. Think of it as repayment too. You found my brother and accepted me as well." It was the least she could do to thank them.
As they helped the villagers out, Frederick broke the silence, “Did you notice, milord? The brigands spoke with a Plegian accent.”
Plegian, the word made Rufure pale a bit, for some reason, and she quickly turned away so no one could see her. Robin glanced at her for a moment before looking back at Frederick.
"Plegian? What’s that?"
"Plegia is Ylisse’s westerly neighbor," Chrom answered as he helped smother any small flames that were still burning. "They send small bands into our territory, hoping to instigate a war."
That’s not the only thing they want to do, a voice in Rufure’s head spoke. She shivered for a moment and rubbed her arm. What the hell was that? Certainly that wasn’t her thoughts.
She was glad when Lissa spoke up, distracting her from her own thoughts, “And it’s the poor townsfolk who suffer! Totally innocent and totally helpless…” The princess pouted a bit and the knight to her side laughed gently, patting her on the shoulder.
"They have us, milady. After all, shepherds to protect the sheep. Do not be swept up in your anger. It will cloud your judgment."
"I know," Lissa finally said as she smiled at him, "Don’t worry, I’ll get used to all of this."
Before anything else could be said, the villager man who had helped Rufure out appeared, with the maiden they rescued. “Milord, please! You must stay the night! We are simple folk of simple means, but we would gladly toast your valor with a feast!”
"A most generous offer, sir, and no doubt your hospitality would be grand…" Frederick began, an apologetic smile on his face, "But I’m afraid we must hurry back to Ylisstol."
"Dark meat only for me, medium well, and no salt in the soup, I simply—" It was then Lissa realized what the knight said and gave him a stunned look, like he had just said Plegia wanted to be friends with Ylisse. "Wait, what?! We’re not staying?! But, Frederick, it’s nearly dark!”
"When night falls, we’ll camp. Eat off the land, make our bed of twigs and the like…" Frederick said sternly before grinning. "I believe you mentioned you would be "getting used to this"?"
"Frederick? Sometimes I hate you."
Rufure looked over at Chrom, “You’ve quite the stern lieutenant there.”
"Yeah, well, "stern" is one name for it. I can think of a few others!" Lissa glared at him and looked away, with a small ‘hmph’ leaving her mouth. Chrom laughed a bit at her reaction.
"Frederick only smiles when he’s about to bring down the axe." He commented. Robin took a quick look at Frederick, who was staring down at him.
"Duly noted," mumbled the tactician. Rufure laughed gently at her brother, who ruffled her hair affectionately. Chrom watched them, realizing that they did look alike. Funny, from an outsider’s point of view they would have easily guessed they were siblings by the way they acted. But Rufure and Robin couldn’t remember any memories they had together. All they could remember were their faces, names and voice – and of course their relationship together.
Whatever they went through, they must be blocking it out. Chrom mused to himself as he continued to study them.
Frederick cleared his throat, “You do realize I AM still present?” The prince turned towards his knight, glad that he broke him out of his thoughts.
"Oh, we realize.” His lord teased a bit, earning a laugh from Robin and Rufure - though Robin was a bit more polite about his laugh than Rufure, who was giggling like a mad woman.
"Milord remains as amusing as ever," sighed the tired knight. "Now then, shall we be going?
"All right, all right,” Chrom held his hands up defensively and looked over at the two siblings. “Ready to go, you two? The capital isn’t far."
The two nodded and followed the three. Rufure glanced at Robin for a minute. He seemed content. From what she remembered, he was a lot sterner in the past. Is this what amnesia does to a person?
"Look, as much as I like your 'Invisible Tie' theory, they'll only help us a little bit. It's up to you and I to make sure these guys are still breathing by the end of the day - or die trying."
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Oh hey, I'm finally starting this thing. Yippy! For those who don't know, this is my little novelization / reimagining of fe:a. I won't be fully going by the script because that's boring but it will stay close to the source material.
There will also be two tacticians because I figured it would be interesting. The pairs will be kept a secret ( though if you know me, you'll know who the male tactician will be paired with ) and will be revealed as time goes on! Feel free to make predictions I guess.
The tacticians won't have their default looks, as they are based on the avatars I made in both of my current playthroughs.
Rufure - body: 2; face: 5; hair: 2; hair colour: 15; voice: 1 ( so basically loli with an eyepatch )
Robin - body: 1; face: 1; hair: 5; hair colour: 5; voice: 2
This will be posted to the tag, because it is literature which is art, but if you want to block it, I will be tagging this as #thread bound so feel free to tumblr savior it. OK, these notes are way too long so I'm just going to start the story. YEAH ENJOY I GUESS
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There was no such thing as "destiny" or fate.
To her, they did not exist. The Gods didn't write a script for them to follow along. The Gods did not plan out their life. They made their own choices. They were responsible for their decisions. Their father often talked about this destiny bullshit.
Tonight, he would be proven wrong.
"You two are a part of us and no destiny can change that." The two tacticians glanced at the prince in the middle of them, who held his sword in his hand. The caramel haired girl on the right nodded and pulled out her tome while the boy on the left said nothing, pulling his sword out.
"Gya ha ha! Fools! Struggle all you want! You cannot unwrite what is already written!" His voice is malicious and it makes the girl want to vomit right there. She hated him. She hated everything about him.
And yet, in the past she wanted to please him so much. Nothing pisses her off more than that.
"We need to get closer," the girl said, a hand brushing along the eye patch she wore. She turns towards the male at Chrom's left and gives him a nod. "Robin, go ahead!"
The boy - Robin - nods and proceeds to go ahead of them. "You better know what you're doing, Rufure." He said with a slight grin. She grinned back at him, waving him off.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever,” she turns towards the prince. “Chrom, guard him. His ass is grass if you don’t." The prince didn't say anything as he rushed up to the other male. Rufure sighed and made her way in front of them, her right hand cackling as the lightning around it grew brighter. Once she was close to the sorcerer, she fires her attack.
It manages to hit him and he screams in pain, quickly getting to his feet and glaring at the girl.
"Foolish girl, why do you resist me?!” He yells at her, drawing himself closer to her. “You were meant to be God, to unite with this boy! And yet, you try and create your own identity?! You have no other purpose, other than what’s already written!”
His words hit her and she finds herself almost dropping her tome. That wasn’t true and she knew it. Yet, there was a voice in the back of her head telling her to obey him.
No… You told yourself you wouldn’t feed it. You’re stronger than this. You’re stronger than this. You’re—
As she’s distracted by her own thoughts, he fires his own attack, aiming straight for her. The male tactician acts as a guard for Rufure before charging at the sorcerer, striking his sword against him.
"Chrom, now!"
The sorcerer has no time to react as the prince had moved behind him. Chrom strikes him, right in the heart, and a scream of agony echoes throughout the room. His blood trickles down the shining blade of Falchion and Chrom quickly removes it from him, watching him fall to his death.
"What... have you—?"
As he falls to his knees, Robin watches him closely. He can see the man grinning at him, even in his death, and the tactician can't help but back up and look over at the girl.
"Something's wrong," he said to her. She doesn't respond, as if she's in a trance, and he realizes then that something is wrong. "Rufure, what's going on? Say something!"
"He's here," her voice is nothing but a hoarse whisper. All of that hatred she had been feeling, it was finally catching up to her. "You need to get Chrom out of here. Leave me behind."
"Run. Don't look back. Leave me behind."
His mother's words echo through his head as he shakes the girl. "No, I won't do that! Rufure, what the hell is going on?!" It can't be. Yet, the signs are there. She's cold; the trance expression is overtaking her face.
No... You were supposed to be the strong one... Mother said that you were the one to change destiny...
"This isn't over... DAMN YOU ALL!"
Robin has little time to react as the man fires an attack at the prince. Quickly, he pushes the male out of the way and takes the hit himself, a scream leaving his lips as he falls to the ground. The remains of the sorcerer seem to vanish completely as Chrom rushes up to the male's side, holding him up.
"Are you alright?" He asks as he catches his breath, glancing towards where the man's remains were. "That's the end of him... Thanks to you two," he looks over at Rufure slowly making her way towards them in a zombie-like state, "we carried the day."
Robin feels his vision blur and no matter how hard he fights, he can't stop this feeling growing in him. This feeling of despair and hatred fills him, and any other feeling is erased from him entirely. He knows Rufure feels it too.
We're two halves of a whole you know, literally I mean. But you know we shouldn't let that be our identity.
His hands start to shake and Chrom finally notices it, a worried expression on his face. He starts to shake his lifelong friend, yelling out to him. "Hey, are you alright?! Rufure, the barrier should be weak by now. We need Lissa!”
We may share the same heart, but we have our own identities, our own lives. We decide that. Destiny—
Robin's hand begins to glow and cackle, the spell being murmured under his breath. He can't stop it, and from the corner of his eye he can see the girl nodding at him with a smile.
Destiny cannot be changed.
"Hey, hang on—"
The prince has no time to finish the sentence as he feels a sharp pain through his chest. Instead of the usual strike, the male tactician had formed the bolt to a sword-like state and used it to stab his lord. The prince stumbles back and glances at Rufure.
The smile on her face was different. It held so much malice, so much hatred for the prince.
He looks back at the male and barely, he manages to get some last words out.
"This is not—" he gasps for air as he drops to his knees. "—your fault…" He coughs, the blood trickling down his lips, dripping to the ground like raindrops. "Promise me... Promise me you'll escape from this place..."
He drops lifelessly. He sees nothing but black. Nothing but darkness surrounds him as he tries desperately to hang on to a string of life.
And just as darkness surrounds him, nothing but sadistic laughter surrounds them as they break the barrier, heading off into a world that now belongs to them.
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"Chrom, we have to do something."
The voice is familiar to him, but he can't figure out where he's heard it before. It was sweet sounding to him, yet something he wouldn't want to listen to every day he decides. It wasn’t annoying, but there certainly are much better voices out there to listen to.
"Well, what do you propose we do?" He heard a sigh, and this time he knows he recognizes the voice. It's lower than the girl's voice and a lot smoother than hers.
It's so familiar to him.
"I... I dunno." The feminine voice quieted down a bit in a concern tone. "Something, I guess. We just... We just can't leave him here!"
A groan left the male's lips which alert the two and they quickly bend down a bit. Their smiles are warm and inviting and they give him comfort in this unknown place.
"I see you're awake now," the older male chuckled. The girl to the side of him nods, her smile brightening. "Hey there," she greeted.
"There are better places to take a nap than on the ground you know." He held his hand out to the boy, who just looked at it with a confused look. "Give me your hand."
Something in him tells the male to trust this person. Without hesitation, he grabbed a hold of his hand, allowing him to pull him up. His hand is warm and the smile he gave him is familiar, like this person was a lost friend to him.
At the same time, Robin felt like he just made a terrible mistake.
