#during time skip

[cawcawkarasu]

Comfort Food

“Your food.”

As always, Albert paid no attention to the guard nor the food, until the familiar smell of the creamy soup went through his nostrils and woke his appetite. His stomach grumbled without his own permission.

Outside, the guard chuckled, “Leave it to Louis to decide the menu indeed.”

Albert’s voice sounded too high when he finally spoke, “B-Bonde?”

The handsome young man peered through the small opening of the door window, “You don't want Louis to find out you don't finish that soup he made specially for you now, do you?” His voice getting gentler, “Eat up, Albert.”

[chaoticallyfragmentary]

Kuroo Tetsuro x academic rival Reader

"Chibi chan!" Kuroo braces one hand against the wall, deceptively casual, blocking you in. You look at him, flustered and irritated all at once. He tilts his head, a smirk tugging at his lips, eyes trained on you, the intensity of his gaze searing your skin, "still one step behind, I see." "I'll get you next time," you snap, nails digging painfully into your skin. He doesn't move, studying you. "I'm sure you would. Why don't we help each other out?"

"I'll improve your analytics and why don't you help me out with risk management?" He really did have a lovely voice, like slow dripping honey.

"Sure" you tilt your head, mirroring his tone, "I'll help you out." He leans in till your lips were almost inches apart " Good. I don't like it when someone other than us is at the top."

You snort, despite yourself and nearly smile. Kuroo's smirk softens, and he whispers against your ear, a seductive purr. "I've noticed that you can't seem to keep your eyes off me chibi-chan"

"Well, you are quite mesmerizing"

Saying it so bluntly causes him to flush a brilliant shade of red, stilling completely. You bite down on your lip, hard finding yourself wildly self conscious. You hadn't meant to say it out loud.

Now Kuroo has a whole slew of thoughts barreling through his brain in response to that particular reaction. He swallows, mouth abruptly dry.

[crestblooded]

@seir-of-nabatea

Even though they had been working to keep the monastery afloat during all of this, Seteth and Flayn had been spending more and more of their time down in Abyss.  It had been where they escaped after the battle, and the residents, despite them being part of the church, had been welcoming with how Edelgard’s army was after anyone even tangentially with the church.

That and well, Seteth was actually familiar with the tunnels and had been able to help navigate the more complicated ones.  No one asked why he knew.

It was on one of these explorations that he realized someone else was there.  “Hello?” he called, hand ready to grab his weapon.

[heirofgautier]

@seir-of-nabatea

It wasn’t often that Sylvain was able to venture out of Gautier territory since the war started, but every now and then he did worry about how the monastery was doing.  Were there still people there?  Was anything salvageable?  It had him worried just enough that he found himself traveling during a brief respite.

He’d taken back roads hoping to avoid people, but he still heard voices shouting,  When he turned the corner in the path, he found a group of bandits accosting a young woman.

“Hey!” he called, reaching behind himself to where he had the Lance of Ruin stored.  “Get away from her!”

[cawcawkarasu]

Through the Lens

The bright full moon called upon his consciousness.

Moran stood up from the piling rubbish after coming to his senses, his left hand still holding the last bottle of wine. The colonel shook his head and headed up the attic room he rented. He steadied the sniper upon dented windowsill and peered into the scope.

The window on the tower was left open as usual. Brown strands turned golden, absorbing the pale moonlight. The prisoner's face was a bit blurry because of the distance, but it was already the best spot.

“Still as mellow as ever,” Moran exhaled and relaxed.

[heirofgautier]

@bluelionblondies

He almost wondered if he was delusional when he heard Mercedes’s soft voice calling his name outside his bedroom.  He hadn’t been expecting a visit, after all, much less when he was laid up in bed, weak with the flu.  Finally, though, she poked her head in, and he waved vaguely.

“Hey,” he said, voice raspy.  “Don’t worry about me.  Just need some sleep and fluids.”