anon asked: “Hi I saw your requests are open for FEH, so I was wondering if I could request a jealous Spring Alfonse with a rabbit loving Summoner who's just enamored with the Spring dressed heros and Alfonse just wants the Summoner's attention 👀👀👀”
a/n: ABSOLUTELY he is my best boy y’all dont even know!!!!!!!!!!! --mod touko
alfonse did not want to dress up for the spring festival. and so he didn’t, the first year at least. however, his mind was changed after he saw you cling onto camilla and pet chrom’s bunny ears, cooing about how cute they all looked. he doesn’t have time to get a costume for this year, but next year...
sharena is the one who suggests it, much to his relief. he wouldn’t have to go through the embarrassment of admitting that he wanted to dress like a bunny so that you would call him cute. anna seems to know, with the way he’s staring at you as you dote on lucina and xander, and unbuttons one more button on his vest before winking and telling him to “go get ‘em!”.
once you notice him, you’re squealing and commenting on how cute he looks, asking him to bend down so you can pet his ears. alfonse is still a bit nervous, as he’s not used to being this... exposed, but with your compliments and touches his embarrassment shifts less to his outfit and more to the fact that you’re so close to him. so close that he’s almost able to say what he needs to, but then you see catria, and immediately dart over to her.
he’s pouting as once again as he’s watching from afar. alfonse understands that you have to work to get closer to all the heroes, but sometimes he misses the simple days of it being just him, sharena, anna, and you. but, he was intent on getting your attention. was it the spring heat that put him in such a needy mood? that he didn’t know.
alfonse, never one to be forward, approaches you and stands by your side, diverting your attention from catria and kagero, who you had also pulled over to gawk at. he clears his throat, and you focus on him with bright eyes, and alfonse suddenly loses his train of thought. luckily, you seem to know what he wants (a few years of being his closest confidant and more recently, his s/o, have let you know almost all of his inner thoughts).
once you two are away from prying eyes, you tell him just how attractive he looks. alfonse, who was the one craving attention in the first place, is now flustered at your words. the sweet words from you, combined with the way you put a hand on his chest and look up at him, make his head spin. you know he likes when you take the lead, and so you lean in close and kiss him, once, twice, and after you pull back a third time, his grip is tight on your wrist. the needy look in his eyes tells you all you need to know.
anon asked: “CONGRATS ON SO MANY FOLLOWERS MODS :OOO and nooooWWW time for an angsty request bc we all love sad headcanons! headcanons for what if the summoner gets into an accident that causes her to lose all memories? in particular, how do the main fe lords (you can choose which lords to write for!) react when the summoner doesnt remember them, especially when they were planning to confess to her before she lost her memories?”
a/n: there’s so many fe lords i chose to stick w my faves and go w chrom, alf, & marth !!!!! my blueberry boys!!!! --mod touko
chrom:
when you first lose your memories, he’s in shock. it must be some sort of cosmic joke that another one of the people in his life just so happened to lose their memories. but, he’s nothing but optimistic, and he doesn’t let it bother him for long.
of course he’s disappointed that you don’t remember him. it took him a while to accept that you’re not playing some sort of joke on him. but he’s more worried about you getting better -- his feelings can wait.
as someone who has been through this situation before, chrom is actually very good at handling it. he’s not a patient man in any sense of the word, but he is good at understanding and helping them get them back (if possible) and create new memories (if it’s not possible to get the old ones back!).
he’d probably introduce you to robin, because she’s been through the same experience! she’s good at talking you through things and helping you piece together little fragments you remember. chrom watches, and every time you remember something, whether it’s big or small, he gets so HAPPY when you come running to him to tell him what you remembered.
alfonse:
is so utterly devastated when you lose your memories. it’s like he lost his best friend and he’s having to start over. on one end, he’s thankful that you’re alive, but he hates that this happened to you, out of all people. he would rather it have happened to him.
he’s extremely patient. when you don’t recall an event that’s happened, he’s very quick to explain it in detail, no matter how long it takes. alfonse is pretty much at your side whenever he can be, trying desperately to help you remember something, anything.
every little spark of memory excites him, and when you recall something big, he feels over the moon. sharena and anna often throw “summoner remembered something” parties in order to express how
he’s very bad at remembering boundaries. he has to remind himself that just because you and him used to sit close doesn’t mean he can do it now. alfonse almost breaks down the first time you lean your head against his shoulder at a war meeting because gods you used to do that almost every day.
marth:
tries not to let things bother him for too long. he pushes aside all of the longing for you and turns it into helping you get those precious memories of yours back. you must be suffering far more than he, he tells himself.
he isn’t sure how to go about it, so he starts with telling you everything he remembers since you summoned him to askr. he recounts the stories all the way back of summoning your first legendary hero, to now when you were dealing with hel’s army. marth even leaves in the embarrassing stories about him getting wiped out by blue mages, just to see you laugh. it takes a while to tell the whole story, but your eyes light up every so often as you add in a fuzzy detail you remember. that’s the best feeling in the world to him.
sometimes, you find yourself getting frustrated that you can’t remember things, and he reassures you that everything will come back with time. and even if it doesn’t he’s sure that him and the rest of the heroes there will help you create much better memories.
it’s so worth it because after almost a year of trying to get them back, you finally are able to piece everything back together and you run into marth’s arms, breathless and smiling wide because you finally remembered that you were in love with him. marth sweeps you up into his arms and kisses you over and over, the two of you crying happy tears because FINALLY everything worked out!
anna, alfonse, sharena, olivia, inigo, and bruno + the summoner spraining their ankle
anon asked: “don't know if requests are open or not but... can i get the askr trio, Olivia and two other male heros of your choice reacting to the summoner spraining their ankle? big thanks in advance”
a/n: i chose inigo and bruno to add bc they are my BEST UNDERRATED BOYS!!! >:3 enjoy!! --mod touko
anna is relatively calm, because she’s used to much worse injuries from her dumbass order of heroes. she’s quick to call a healer for you so that you can get it fixed up reaaaal nice and quick. after it’s all good and better (but still tender), she’ll give you some of her fast healing cream to help you out! for free! take that as a sign anna really likes you.
unlike anna, sharena is panicking, but in a more “how do i get the summoner to stop crying” type way. she’s quick to try and tell you jokes or funny stories about the heroes in hopes it cheers you up, as she hates to see you sad for any reason! holds your hand and helps you limp to the medical ward, where you get it healed up. sharena is crying tears of joy once mist tells you you’re all good to go, and gives you lots of kisses so you feel better. she treats you like you’ve just gotten back from the dead.
alfonse tries to keep a level head for the most part, but when it comes to you, his summoner, he just can’t. when he hears you crying because of your ankle, he’s quick to scoop you up in his arms and carry you all the way to the infirmary so you don’t have to be in pain anymore. he doesn’t know how to cheer you up, but he will definitely hold your hand while veronica uses her staves to heal you. scolds you afterwards for being careless, but still will carry you around the castle if your ankle feels tender.
poor olivia is so scared when she sees you crying out in pain! she thinks it’s something serious, so she’s running around begging anyone for their help, as her s/o is injured. once she finally gets ahold of maribelle, she assures olivia that you’ll be fine, and gives you a potion that should make you feel better. after you take it, olivia holds your hands and falls into your chest, face on fire as she begs you not to scare her like that again!
inigo is a lot like his mother, if he sees you in pain, he assumes it’s something terrible. you tell him it’s just your ankle and you’ll be fine, but he isn’t having any of it, and so he has you climb on his back and escorts you to the infirmary. it’s embarrassing having so many people staring at the two of you, and he almost drops you because he’s so nervous. once you’re healed up, he makes sure to get you to smile for him, so he knows that you’re actually okay and not trying to hide the fact you’re in pain. of course, you look so cute he can’t help but steal a kiss... or two.
as the most level-headed of the bunch, bruno assesses the situation before he does anything drastic. as a healer himself, he easily realizes that it’s nothing more than a sprain, and that he can heal you. he grabs your hand, trying to calm you down as he whispers his healing magic spell. it might still be a little sore after, but you can walk fine. that doesn’t stop you from asking for piggyback rides around the castle, which bruno is quick to call you out for being childish. doesn’t mean he doesn’t give them to you though.
anon asked: “Hi! Can I get Alfonse and the summoner marrying, and what the wedding is like? Thanks!”
a/n: this is my formal apology for the alfonse angst !!! super fluff w the blueberry boy awh we love a happy ending! --mod touko
you two had gone through so much together: heroes from different universes, a shapeshifting dragon, the lord of flames and death itself. despite all you had lost, throughout all of your adventures together alfonse was the one person who kept you sane. so as soon as you chose to stay in askr instead of going back to your world, he knew what he had to do. he got down on one knee, holding up the ring that once belonged to his father, and asked you to marry him. (an answer you both already knew the answer to). he’s never been happier, as he picks you up into his arms and cries happily into your shoulder.
it’s a big event! of course alfonse would have a small reception if he could chose, but it was a royal wedding. his mother was the his only parent who survived the war(s), and she along with anna helped get the whole thing put together (free of charge!). sharena proudly parades you around her new sibling and helps you pick out a design for your wedding attire.
the two of them want to incorporate some of your world’s traditions too! anna and henriette sit you down and take tons of notes on all of your memories on weddings in your world. they particularly take to having a flower girl (ylgr is so excited to take this role!) and the wedding garter tradition (alfonse flusters so many shades of crimson when you tell him about it).
alfonse is super nervous, double and triple checking on everything. he wants everything to be perfect for you. thankfully, your words of reassurance calm his mind. you’ll be fine as long as he’s there and happy, and he’s so grateful.
you didn’t have anyone to give you away, so you ask laegjarn to. she had been like an older sister figure to you since she joined your army, and she happily agreed to do so. during your wedding reception, she jokingly threatens the prince that if he hurts you, askr will be facing muspell’s army.
when alfonse first sees you enter the hall and walk down the aisle, his breath catches in his throat. he can’t believe this, doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve someone who looks (and acts) as angelic as you. once your hands are in his, he can’t hold back his tears any longer, whispering how much he loves you (you can hear sniffling from the crowd).
once you’re pronounced prince/princess of askr, you throw yourself around alfonse, kissing him passionately, as the hall breaks into applause and people throwing rice and flower petals.
he can’t wait to spend the rest of his life with you, as his queen of askr, and more importantly, the love of his life.
hríd & takumi + their s/o getting hurt protecting them
@willowmum asked: “Aa hi mom could I get Hríd and Takumi (separately) with a S/O who gets seriously injured protecting them? I love angst oop (also I’m sorry if this is too vague? I don’t wanna like,, put a bunch of details into what I want just in case it makes u feel obligated or smth? Sorry I’m weird but I love y’all)”
a/n: i’m a sucker...... for these kinds of fics thank u sm my child!!
ALSO: FOR ALL THOSE WHO CAN’T SUMMON HRID HOPEFULLY THIS BRINGS U LUCK!!! --mod touko
tw: light description of injury... nothing too serious tho
hríd:
it was all a blur. one minute you were across the battlefield, safe and where you were supposed to be, the next you were at his side, shielding him from a magic spell he was too slow to retaliate against. he panics, heart racing as he goes into overdrive taking out any enemy who dared near him at the moment. his mind is clouded with one thought -- get you to safety.
he dismount quickly, racing to your side and calling for your name desperately. your thin robes provided little protection against the harsh magic of the blue mage.
‘it is all your fault’, come his thoughts as pleads for a healer to come help. the rest of the battlefield is muted, an afterthought pushed to the back of his mind as he focuses on keeping you awake.
“please... please talk to me,” he begs, clutching the fabric of the cloak you always wore, where it once was white it was now stained by the char of electricity that had hit you. “[name]... you’re going to be okay, just stay with me!” despite your mind clouded by pain, you can feel his hands trembling as he tries to hold onto you, like if he let go you would slip through his fingers. you try to speak but it comes out so weak you don’t know if he can hear it. hríd’s icy blue eyes are wide with fear, as he pleads for you to stay with him.
you try so hard to stay with him, to focus on those eyes that you love so much, but instead you fall back into unconsciousness, your last thought being the hope that you get to see them again.
he doesn’t sleep for however long you’re in the medical ward. he doesn’t know how long it’s been and he doesn’t care to know. the only thoughts that consume him are the promises he made to you to protect you, and how he failed in that duty. hríd doesn’t grieve, no, he hardly even looks alive, as he paces in front of the door, eyes cast to the floor as he prays for your safety.
gunnthrá, fjorm, and ylgr often come visit him to make sure he’s eating but he always refuses their requests. gunnthrá knows that he’s punishing himself for his failures, just as he did when he failed to protect his family in his world. all she can do is bring him food and try to calm his racing thoughts. fjorm sits and watches her brother, silently keeping him company and reassuring him that he shouldn’t blame himself. ylgr tries to be chipper, but she often sniffles as she prays aloud for your safety.
mist eventually comes out, telling hríd that you’re fine, you just need rest. hríd almost breaks right there, and gunnthrá pulls him into a hug. ylgr cries tears of happiness and latches onto fjorm, who is hardly keeping herself together too. mist insists that hríd can visit, but only for a few minutes. hríd thanks her for all her work, before rushing to your side.
you look a little worse for wear, but hríd thinks you’ve never been as beautiful -- eyes sleepily narrowed but full of life. he drops down to his knees by your cot, trying so hard to be strong, you needed him to be strong, but once you smile weakly up at him, he loses it. tears flow freely, as he kisses your hand over and over, reassuring himself that you were here and alive.
“i’m so sorry, love, it’s my fault...” he starts, and you use the hand he’s pressed up against his face to wipe his tears. “i should have protected you like i swore i would. i have failed not only my family but you as well”.
“no you didn’t,” you say, quiet as you were still weak from your injury. “hríd, it was my choice to protect you... you mean a lot to me, you know.” hríd is silent, gazing lovingly down at you, tears now dry, but guilt still heavy on his heart. he knew you would assure him it wasn’t his fault, as you always did, but there would always be a part of him that drove him to be stronger to protect his family. something that now included you. he couldn’t lose you again, he would die a thousand deaths to make sure you were happy and healthy.
“and you mean... gods, you mean more to me than anything.” he places a kiss on each one of your knuckles. you look up and see his eyes, still beautiful, still bright, just tired. he must’ve worn himself out worrying. “just... we can talk more about this in the morning. let me stay here with you tonight? just to make sure... you’re here.” there’s a vulnerability in his voice that you know comes from losing those closest to him. you nod weakly, scooting over, and he joins you on your small bed. he’s careful not to move you, as to not strain your injuries, and he lays beside you, feeling the warmth of your body and smiling softly.
never again would he fail you.
takumi:
he’s desperate, nocking another arrow with unsteady hands as he sees the enemies start to near him, and more importantly you. forcing every thought but keeping you safe aside, he shoots down enemies like a man possessed. he’s so focused on those in front of him, he doesn’t realize there’s a sword knight sneaking up on him. before he can even react to it, the blade comes down and he braces himself for the hit. but it never comes.
and then he hears your cry, a horrifyingly shrill noise that cuts through his heart like no blade could. he doesn’t see you go down, instead, he reacts as he always does, shooting down whatever is causing him grief. the red enemy ends up with an arrow through his skull, collapsing beside you on the ground. takumi then rushes to your side, eyes scanning your limp body as he tries to think of something, anything to do. thankfully, veronica and maribelle are nearby, and they come to your aid. takumi, however, refuses to leave your side, and has to be taken away kicking and screaming by ares and minerva, so that the healers can escort you back to askr.
+ he chokes back a sob, gods, there was so much blood. all because he wasn’t there to protect you.
in the days that follow, he doesn’t eat or sleep, his guilt consuming him from the inside out. he becomes more snippy, yelling at anyone who tries to comfort him because in his mind, he doesn’t deserve to be coddled. he should be the one half-dead in the medical tent because at least then you would be okay. ryoma and hinoka let him be, silently waiting with him in support of their brother. sakura makes him food and tries to get him to rest, but he, stubborn as he is, refuses.
takumi’s heart thunders in his chest when he sees veronica exit the medical ward, a look of relief on her usually stoic face. she glances to all the heroes that wait in the hallway for news of your condition: takumi, of course, along with his siblings and the askr trio.
“they’re okay.” she says, and then glances to takumi, “i know they’ll want to see you so... i’ll allow it for a few minutes, but no longer than that.” he has to push back the urge to deny her request, as he didn’t think he deserved to even look at you, but his feet carry him inside the infirmary anyways. he sees you, weakly propped up on a few pillows on a cot in the corner, and he shatters. with each step, tears flow down his face. he kneels down beside you, and you smile weakly up at him.
‘he doesn’t deserve your smile. you should be yelling at him because he couldn’t protect you.’
“i’m sorry... i should’ve done my job and protected you.” you use your one hand that’s not in a sling to gently pet his hair. he takes your hand in his own and sobs into it, shoulders moving up and down as he lets out that he had been bottling up for the few days you had been in the medical ward. “forgive me, i don’t deserve you... your kindness.”
“oh takumi... don’t you see i was just protecting you.” you pet his cheeks, wiping away all the tears you can. his eyes are puffy from crying, and you wish you were strong enough to reach up and kiss him better. “just as you always do for me. gods know how many times you’ve ended up in here because of me.” you chuckle weakly, and he kisses the palm of your hand.
“ryoma could’ve protected you... so could’ve hinoka...” his voice is small as he voices his insecurities. you don’t know why he constantly compared himself to his older siblings, but that was apart of him that had been ingrained in him since he was younger.
“but i don’t want them, takumi... i want you.” you assure him, voice cracking from disuse. “i’d do anything to protect you because i love you. you deserve to be happy and healthy. and if that means me taking blows for you from time to time... well, so be it.” overwhelmed with emotions, he gently slings his arms around your neck, careful not to disturb your wounds, and sobs into your neck, occasionally whispering how much he doesn’t deserve you.
you two stay like that for some time, despite veronica occasionally coming in to give you a hurry it up look.
anons asked: “Can i ask headcanon for hrid please nsfw and sfw” & “Can you do literally anything fluffy with hrid? I’ve been obsessed with this man ever since I saw his face”
a/n: hrid. my darling. love of my life? yes. writing this to put Big Legendary Hríd energy in the air i need to s-support him omg
sorry didn’t write n.sfw it’s no nut november i can’t tempt y’all like that..... once november is over tho i will def write some sin dw ;) --mod touko
when he first met you, there was something he was intrigued about. a lot of heroes say that you have an “otherworldly attraction” but hríd seems to notice it the most. he likes watching you from a distance, not wanting to disturb what you’re doing but also longing to know more about you. thankfully, that opportunity presents itself sooner than he expected…
you ask him to accompany you on your nightly report of the army, writing up the results of the previous battles and assessing what could’ve been done better. he’s puzzled by why you came to him for help, but he’s willing nonetheless.
+ he actually has a very keen eye for tactics. he’s not a genius like soren or saias is, but he does see things from the view of a soldier. it’s something you’re grateful for.
but as the weeks pass on, spending late nights after every battle together, you start to bond as friends. where hríd once seemed stiff, cold, and distant, you now know him to be the warm and kind-hearted prince gunnthrá had always described him as.
he worries over you on the battlefield. though you’re not defenseless by any means, you still aren’t as experienced as most of the army is. hríd takes great lengths to keep you by his side, often at great risk to himself.
hríd realizes he’s in love when the two of you are making your strolls around the castle, both tossing back and forth ideas of what you could’ve done better in the previous battle to prevent less injury to your allies, and he notices you shiver. it had gotten cold in askr (he hadn’t noticed, he’s used to the frigid weather of nifl), and he takes his cape off his shoulders and places it atop yours. it’s comical — the large cape easily swallows your smaller form, but you’re grateful nonetheless. you smile up at him, flushed crimson and he says: “i’m sorry, my arms are not very warm, but hopefully my cape helps a bit.”
+ oh shoot he just admitted he would cuddle with you oh what does this mean, hríd do you like them or something? (yes. he does. very much so).
he’s a very straightforward and honest guy, so when he realizes his feelings, he has to get them off of his chest. he invites you into the library where you two can be alone without risk of anyone interrupting.
he’s not nervous, really. he grabs your hand and tells you what you mean to him. when/if you reciprocate his feelings, he can’t help but pull you against his broad chest, placing a small kiss on your forehead.
+ “you warmed my cold heart like no one has before. i swear on all that i am to protect you forever and one day, with you at my side, we can lead nifl to a peaceful and prosperous future.”
hríd loves spoiling you. he’s a prince, so he can afford to buy you the things you want. you’re always nervous to accept his gifts because you don’t want him to think he has to get you things, but nope! he’s just a giver! when he has to get up early and (unwillingly) leave your side, there’s often flowers and/or a handwritten note with something along the lines of: “i hate to wake you because you looked so peaceful sleeping. i’ll be training if you need me when you wake, my love.”
actually tends to be affectionate in public. he likes to have an arm around your waist or your hand in his. your presence relaxes him a lot so when he can physically feel that you’re there, his stress melts away.
big on cuddling! him and his sisters used to cuddle back in nifl during the extremely cold winter, so he does the same with you when it’s cold out. his body temperature is icy, so you often squeak when he puts a hand on your exposed skin. he’s a big big tease you can’t show him that his cold hands bother you or he will terrorize you at any given opportunity.
honestly? gunnthrá, fjorm, and ylgr will constantly tease the two of you. asking hríd when he’s gonna marry you or else “i might have to!” gunnthrá would say with a laugh. fjorm and ylgr both really idolize you (they did before you and hríd were dating) but now? you’re like another sibling to them.
anon asked: “Can your write Hrid meeting his and Summoners future child” and “cccan we get a hríd future child prompt, please & thank u still haven't summoned ice ike but i'm tryin. maybe he'll come home if he sees our beautiful child”
a/n: this is my last push for y’all who don’t have ice prince.... hopefully he’ll come through !!! --mod touko
you had loki right where you wanted her, the trickster’s traps seeming easy compared to her usual dark magic she used to fool you and the order. it seemed like all was over, her magic rendered useless as lachesis uses her slow spell to keep her from simply darting away, as she always did.
a cornered animal has the deadliest bite, or so they say.
you shout for hríd to back down, your grip tight around his midsection as you ride with him on his horse. the telltale venomous smile was etched across her pearly features, something was wrong. he heeds, slowing his pursuit towards her. loki merely remains in place, not trying to move out of the way of your attacks on her. she merely taps a finger to her chin, her deep purple eyes boring holes into yours. she beckons you forth with a finger, knowing you’ll come. you hate the fact that she knows you’ll listen.
“i’ve not come to fight.” she states simply, and your grip on him tightens. hríd seems to notice, and he shoots you a wary glance. “i’ve come to bargain.” you swallow the lump on your throat, starting to dismount his horse. you jump down, him helping you part of the way by holding your arms. letting go, you shoot him a nervous smile, and he mouths a ‘you got this’ to you.
“what do you want?” your eyes narrow, and she eyes you innocently. the rest of the small team that went with you watches cautiously from beside hríd.
“oh nothing really, moreso i have something for you.” her honeyed voice seems innocent, but you know there something more. nothing is free when it comes to loki. “i have something, or should i say, someone that would be of interest to you... and you.” she points at hríd, and you feel your heart hammer in your ears. who could this person be that she was talking about?
“what do you mean?” you ask, and she absentmindedly twirls her staff. “i don’t think i follow?”
“of course you don’t darling,” she smiles, “after all, they haven’t been born yet!” she says with a wink, and you feel your cheeks warm. hasn’t... been born yet? was she implying that she had your child... yours and hrid’s?
“what are you saying, witch?” hríd snaps, and you turn around, seeing ylgr grabbing onto his arm to keep him from reacting brashly. her expression falls, rolling her eyes before diverting her attention back to you.
“i think you’ve connected the dots at least.” she muses, and you fidget anxiously with the sleeves of your cloak. “what’ll it be, hun?”
“what’s in it for you?” you retort, forcing your voice to remain steady. any weakness shown around loki would sure be your downfall. “how do i know you aren’t lying?”
“have i ever steered you wrong?” loki chuckles, playing with her long nails. when you don’t respond, she knows she has you. “all i ask in return is a favor from you. not now, but sometime later. do we have a deal?”
“don’t do it.” hríd warns, feeling his hand on your arm. you pull out of his grip, your mind already made up. she wouldn’t go through all this trouble and have it be nothing. stranger things have happened, and you knew of a few other comrades who had summoned their children, despite them not being with child in their world. it was just crazy enough to be true.
“i have to.” you reach your hand out, and she shakes it. her devilish smirk grows wider, and you suddenly feel small.
“pleasure doing business with you,” and with a wink and a fog of smoke, she’s gone, no sign of her except for a cold, green orb left in your hand. you turn it over, carefully, entranced by the sight of it until a pair of strong arms snap you back to reality.
“are you okay?” he asks, and you gently shift your gaze to him. despite his earlier warning to you, he doesn’t seem angry at you for not listening. he looks moreso concerned, scanning your face for any signs of injury by her. you knew hríd didn’t trust her at all, he hated it whenever she was near you -- not only from jealousy because of her obvious attraction to you, but because she has disguised herself as his sister and helped surtr with his plans in destroying nifl.
“i’m fine...” you glance up to him, trying to push aside your thoughts of what she would do with her favor. “let’s see if she was telling the truth.”
when you and hríd arrive to the summoning pedestal, you feel your heart’s pace quicken. on your way back to the castle, you had explained to him all that loki has implied to you, but had remained silent, not knowing what to do. surely, if this really was your child, he would accept them.
right?
“wait,” he says, watching you place the bright green orb in the pedestal. “just... wait.” he tugs at your arm lightly as he looks up at you on the alter. “i want to let you know that whatever happens... i want us to have a future together.” his porcelain skin dusts pink, sharp blue eyes conveying so many emotions -- anxiety, curiosity, but most of all reassurance. he loved you, that much was so clear. “and... if somehow this is our child, well... i’ll love and protect them with all that i am.” you jump off the pedestal, unable to keep your hands to yourself. you place kisses all over his cheeks, before pulling back and kissing his nose. he smiles at you, easily holding your weight with his strong arms.
“i love you so much.” you say, trying your best to contain your emotions. he doesn’t want to let your go, but he has to, and he gracefully sets you on the pedestal.
“and i you, princess.” he says gingerly, the blush having spread to the rest of his face.
setting aside your anxiety, you take a deep breath, and use breidablik’s power to call forth the hero locked in their own world. mist surrounds the stone, and out of the mist pops the head of a teenage girl, green tome clutched to her hip and curious, steely blue eyes scanning her surroundings. when she locks eyes with you, you feel the rush of a familial love that you didn’t know you possessed in your heart. storge, you remembered some book you had read back on your world, was the word for it. she rushes forward, her braided [hair color] locks bouncing all the way as she tackles you into a hug. hríd joins the two of you as she sobs into your shoulder, arms cradling the two of you safely.
anon asked: “I know FE requests are closed...but can we maybe have a little angsty thing about Alfonse's impending doom? Pwease? You're good with these things..”
a/n: LISTEN THIS IS SO GALAXY BRAIN IVE BEEN IN AN ANGST MOOD AND I SAW THIS AND ??? im screaming miss hel please give back my blueberry boy !!! please he is my husb i have children ,,,,
also this is def nothing canon i just really wanted to write angst but stil @ intsys hire me --mod touko
day one:
you had not had enough time to process what was going on. in some strange way, it was like a fever dream. her words, cold and bitter as ice didn’t even seem to reach you. you were far away in your own thoughts, as you tried to push down any proof that your boyfriend was going to die. it wasn’t real, and you weren’t going to accept it.
and then he got sick.
day three:
it started out with a small cough, one that he tried to hide from you as you spent all day at his side, refusing to leave. alfonse assured you that you would find a way to undo her curse, but you didn’t know. it seemed impossible: odds that you had beaten before, yes, but you weren’t sure your luck would hold on for much longer. he notices how distant you look despite keeping a grip on his arm at all times as you flip through ancient books on curses and anything you can find on the realm of the dead.
alfonse sits beside you, flipping through book pages with one hand and letting you hold his other. every so often he finds something that could prove useful for you to write down in your notes. so far you really don’t have anything besides a bit of information on hel and others who have succumbed to her curse.
eir doesn’t seem to want to speak on it, as she says she doesn’t remember much about her mother’s curses, but she looks grim when you ask her if there’s any way you can get rid of it.
day five:
each day you spend time with alfonse, trying desperately to find answers in askr’s library, but it seems hopeless. the prince seems determined though, reassuring you over and over that you would find a way to fix this. anna was working to help eir remember anything, while sharena was keeping watch. if hel struck again you would be ready.
you started noticing physical changes in alfonse, where it was just once a cough, now he seemed paler and more tired. when you mentioned it, he said he was fine, that he just didn’t get enough sleep last night (despite the fact he slept soundly beside you from what you remembered. if anything, it was you awake worrying about the next few days). he even fell asleep on your shoulder during the day’s meeting, something that he would never do were he well.
you let him sleep, while you listen to all of anna’s intel gathered while talking to eir and some of the villagers who had heard of hel. it wasn’t much but you were clinging to every bit of knowledge you could get. anna’s gaze softens as she looks at you, the prince still asleep on your shoulder.
“we’ll save him,” she says, her usually chipper voice now serious. “i promise.” you want to say you know, that you’ll do it together like you always did, but your voice catches in your throat.
“gods, i hope so.”
day six:
it’s over halfway to the day where hel promised to take alfonse. you feel desperate, like an animal slowly being cornered with no where else to run.
you can’t stand how people shoot you sympathetic glances in the hallway like he’s already dead. he’s not, not if you had any say in the matter. despite the pessimism of the first few days, it’s like a fire had ignited in your chest. you couldn’t mope around and do nothing, reading books and trying to find a way around this was better than nothing.
meanwhile, alfonse refused to leave your side, despite the some of the healers pleading for him to go to the infirmary ward. he didn’t seem to be showing signs of any certain disease. every day he grew weaker, until the point he could hardly walk without leaning against you for support. you didn’t mind helping him, you could handle helping him around for the rest of your life if you needed to.
he can’t keep his hands off you. you don’t know if it’s weakness or what but seems to have lost all his inhibitions as he kisses you over and over no matter where you are, even in front of others.
“why all the affection?” you chuckle, as he places another kiss to your cheek. you’re in his lap as you continue to rummage through books in the library, your tired eyes hardly able to understand what it is you’re reading, but you press on nevertheless.
“just... in case.” he mumbles, resting his chin on your shoulder, his arms encircling your waist. “you deserve so much love, [name], i’m just giving you everything i was too afraid to give you when i wasn’t... sick.” it sounds like he’s given up, so you turn to face him, straddling his lap.
“hey, you’re going to be around for a long time, okay? don’t say things like that...” tears threaten to spill over, but you force yourself to be strong. for him.
“...of course.” his voice sounds sad.
day seven:
he could now not walk. he was confined to the bed in the medical ward, you and healers surrounding him all day. nothing seemed to be working though, and with each hour, it seemed like he was slipping through your fingers.
“i brought you something.” sharena says, and despite a smile stretched out on her face, it doesn’t reach her eyes. you know she’s suffering as much as you, and so you accept the small gesture. placing the soup she has on the bedside table for later.
“any news?” you ask her, your voice gravelly from lack of use. she grabs your hand, squeezing reassuringly.
“no, nothing we haven’t thought of.” she sighs, leaning her head on your shoulder. “hel’s forces have been silent. there’s nothing we can do now but wait.” hearing that from sharena, a carefree optimist somehow hurt more than the words from hel herself.
“when hel comes to take him... i’ll...” you clear your throat, “i’m going to ask her to take me instead. maybe she’ll--”
“no. you can’t do that!” she squeaks, “you mean so much to this army and--”
“but he means so much to you. and to me. he’s a prince and i’m sure there are other summoners out there the universe can choose but--”
“but none of them are you!” her voice breaks, tears stinging at the corners of her eyes. “you... you can’t... you think alfonse will ever forgive himself if you do?”
“i’ve decided. i’m sorry sharena but...” you squeeze her hand, “i have to. it’s the only way.” she’s silent, the gears turning in her head. it’s then she makes up her mind. she smiles at you, a real smile this time, full of warmth.
“i don’t think you’ll need to do that, [name].”
day nine:
you sob, holding onto alfonse’s hand as he slowly slips out of consciousnesses. he’s so deathly pale and weak he hardly looks like the man who confessed to you, nervously spilling his guts to you with the brightest blush on his face as he awaits rejection. it never came, much to his delight. you could never reject someone as sweet and kind as him. his eyes were bright and full of hope as he thanked you after you told him how you felt in return. you can still remember those words loud and clear:
“i don’t know the true reason why you were brought here but… without you, i dare not think where we would be… where i would be. you make me want to be a better man, so… stay by my side forever?”
he promised forever. he promised. it wasn’t fair.
hel sits on the railing of the balcony, looking at you with pitying stares. you, sharena, and anna all hugging each other and crying. you begging for him to keep his eyes open, stroking his face lovingly. despite his weakness, he told sharena to be the responsible leader he knew she could be. asked anna to continue leading the army with courage. he assured you that you could be happy, even without him there. to not lose your optimism and hope that you gave to everyone in the army. alfonse apologized for not being able to be there for you three.
you couldn’t save him. you lost. he was going to die and you had to sit helpless and watch him suffer until his last breath. god, why didn’t he listen to his father for once? why did you encourage him to take on hel? you sob harder into his chest, his hand gripped tightly in yours.
hel creeps closer, slowly as to let you say your goodbyes. the three of you finally notice, and anna draws her weapon. she looks to the redhead, then back to alfonse.
“hel! please,” you beg, voice breaking off, “take me instead, i p-promise just... don’t let alfonse die. please.” you’re desperate, and now that you’ve got her where you want her, you have to say your part. nothing could kill her, she was death itself, but maybe she would make a trade.
“it is not destined for you to die, little one.” she touches your head, her fingers ice cold and you feel like lunging at her. hel floats above alfonse, readying her scythe, and you scream at her not to. “i would say my last words, if i were you.”
“wait, if not them, than me.” sharena’s voice is defiant, angry tears in her eyes. “you want a child of askr? then take me.” anna grabs her arm, telling her to stop, but hel freezes, turning her steely, indifferent gaze to sharena.
“very well.” she says, “either child will suffice. and i see a determination in your eyes that intrigues me.” you scream at sharena, telling her to stop. hel extends her hand, and the blonde gives the two of you a smile, leaning over and kissing the tears on your cheek. you grip onto her, telling her not to do this, before she extends her own hand to hel.
“i'm sorry.” she whispers to you, “take care of alfonse for me, ‘kay?” she tries to sound chipper, before the two disappear into nothingness.
“...[name]?” alfonse whispers, rubbing at his head, “i’m... what happened?” you sit in shock, both you and anna silent as you try and process what just happened. “you did it.” he squeezes your hand, which you had been gripping the whole time.
“where’s sharena?” he asks, and you can’t look in his eyes. once more, he repeats the question. hot tears fall down your cheeks, your eyes puffy and red from all the crying you’ve been doing. anna looks to you to see if you’re going to answer. his grip grows tighter.
“where is she, [name]... anna?”. he says, much quieter and scared this time. you can only whisper out a weak:
