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An Arrow Piercing the Heart’s Eye - Prologue

The shadows loom deep and thick over the forest of Mircea, heavy with history and dark with blood. On their way home after claiming the Great Bridge of Myrddin, Marianne and Linhardt are separated from the rest of the convoy during a raid and become lost in Mircea. But even with Maurice gone, something still waits in the dark heart of the forest…

The prologue is up on this beast!

“Hey.” There was a hand on her arm, shaking her gently. “What’s the matter?”

Marianne felt her fingers picking at her sleeve cuffs, and eventually, she managed to make herself stop. “Umm…” This was silly. She was being silly. She should just make her excuses and leave. Eventually, those thoughts were put away as well, and Marianne asked in a low voice, though, as far as she knew, there was no one close enough nearby to hear her or Hilda speaking, “When your father gave you Freikugel, did you notice anything…”

Hilda tilted her head, a few stray tendrils of hair brushing against her cheek. “Did I notice… what, Marianne?” she asked her, puzzled.

#Fire Emblem Three Houses #Fe16 #Fanfic #Marianne von Edmund #Linhardt von Hevring #Flayn #otp: especially for you #Linrianne #Triggers #Check author's note on each chapter

“linhardt, not in front of the professor!”

#because this isn't just an erasermic blog i swear #marianne von edmund #linhardt von hevring #linhardt x marianne #marianne x linhardt #marihardt #linrianne #linhardt fire emblem #marianne fire emblem #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #fe3h fanart #there's not nearly enough content out there for these two #highkey try em out #the game wants you to

Linrianne, some hair down men, and Sylvain studies bc his hair gives me actual aneurysms

#linrianne #fe linhardt #fe marianne #fe felix #fe ferdinand #fe sylvain #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #my art

I’m curious as to what the interest for a not-so-lighthearted Linhardt x Marianne fic would be. It’s one of my Three Houses OTPs, and I’ve been rooting around for a fic idea for it that isn’t one of my as-yet unwritten longform fic plans for a while. …Of course, this one is also longform. I’m still in the outlining stage, and I think that it’s likely to be somewhere between twenty and thirty chapters long (probably closer to twenty than thirty, but who knows?); potential word count is pretty variable. Linhardt x Marianne is a rarepair on AO3, and most of the fics in the tag tend towards the sweeter, rather than what I’m aiming for. It’s not that I plan to write the ship dynamics as dark (well, there is [redacted], but I feel like it would be weird to talk about, divorced from its context); it’s more that I’ve dropped them both into a traumatic situation that unearths some things in themselves that they would have sooner not confronted. Also, Flayn is there, confronting things she would have sooner not confronted as well. Between what I’ve actually written, and what I am planning to write, it seems like I find new ways to traumatize characters every time I write Three Houses multi-chapter fics.

I was planning on writing this and publishing it to AO3, regardless, but I was curious about what the interest for a fic like this might be like.

#Fire Emblem Three Houses #ncfan's writing process #Linrianne #otp: especially for you #Linhardt von Hevring #Marianne von Edmund #it's set during the War Phase of Azure Moon #while Dimitri is still in boar mode #It's one of the bleakest stretches of any of the 3H routes which I thought would serve best as a backdrop #An Arrow Piercing the Heart's Eye #(might as well start tagging the fic name now)

An Arrow Piercing the Heart’s Eye - Chapter One

Chapter One is now up!

Marianne sighed heavily, her head heavy on her shoulders as they trudged through the misty woods. A fortnight prior, she had come to this forest, and here, she had met a monster. She had met a monster with a reasoning mind like a man’s, with a mouth that could form words like a man’s, and even if bottomless hunger could take all that away from him, she had met a monster whose bones were weary with the burden of ages and whose eyes were dull with the twinned burdens of blood and guilt, and she and her companions had taken it upon themselves to relieve him of all burdens, for all time.

Once, there had been a shadow as great as a mountain looming over her past. Its reach had been so vast that it burst the bounds of the past and lapped at her feet wherever she went in the present day, whenever that day happened to be. It had blackened the sun, and darkened her heart.

Was that shadow really gone? Marianne wished she could say for certain, one way or another. She wished that she could confidently say ‘yes’ or ‘no’; being able to definitively say yea or nay would at least have afforded her something resembling a path to follow. Maurice was dead, and she was now the inheritor of the sword with which he had slain untold numbers of innocents, the sword which had bathed in the blood of thousands, even if it bore not one drop. Was that shadow really gone from her? She did not know. There were moments when she felt like the sun had been fully unveiled for the first time in years, and yet, there were moments when she felt as though her heart was shrouded in the black of mourning, and this time, she mourned not for her parents, but for herself, and for the end of secrecy, which had been the only feeble defense she had ever really had. She didn’t know.