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Everything I Thought That I Could Save

It wasn’t fair. (Book vi ch 11 spoilers)

The trip back to the Askran kingdom was a deafeningly quiet one. The order would need to regroup and devise a new plan to stop Embla after she foiled their initial ones so easily. Although, with how easily everything fell to ruin with their first plan, and with his longtime friend dead because of it, Alfonse wasn’t certain he saw much point in trying to come up with something. For all he knew, Embla would just find a way around this one too. Because how dare he have any sliver of hope, the very thing that got Bruno killed.

He hardly left his room since they returned. Only to eat and bathe, and even then, he did those things less so than he typically would. It pained the ones closest to him to see him in such a state, but no one could really blame him. He was on the verge of helping someone he held so dear achieve something he'd been working towards for years, only to have it—to have him— ripped out from underneath with no warning. On top of all of that, he had to be the one to kill him. It would be even more troubling if this wasn’t how he responded.

The prince sat at his desk, holding the mask that Bruno had donned until recently in his hands. His head felt like an arrow pierced it from the abundance of tears he shed in that moment. In the moments since he lost him. His grip on the garment tightened, his face falling into the fists that formed as he choked out more sobs.

“Alfonse?”

He heard a faint knock on his door, alongside a concerned voice calling out for him. The voice of the summoner. His trusted companion. His love. It pained him even more to realize that in the midst of his grief, he had neglected her. He knew she didn’t resent him for it; that she knew and understood how much Bruno meant to him. In turn, she cared just as much for him and was just as determined to bring him back to the order. Even so, the guilt still picked and prodded at him, and he couldn’t get it to stop.

“Babe...? Can you please let me in?” She begged from the other side, and he wondered if she was speaking metaphorically as well as literally. “...please?”

His chest ached as her voice trembled on the last word. It was rare for her to cry, at least in front of others; even him. He could hardly recall the last time he saw her do so, and it cut deep whenever she did.

The lump in Kiran’s throat threatened to snap with how tight it was, and whatever battle she was fighting against the tears in her eyes, she was mercilessly defeated. She shakily stood in front of her beloved’s door, one hand laying on top of it while the other clutched at her chest, where her heart was. She never thought of herself as good with things such as these, but she knew she had to at least try. She loved him too much not to.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, babe, just…” She whimpered. “Just… It kills me to know you’re hurting this much. It’s fucking destroying me knowing that I can’t do anything to take it away. I know you think you have to be strong for the Order… and for your people… but you shouldn’t have to deal with this by yourself. That’s not fair to you.”

Perhaps it wasn’t fair, but it was what Alfonse had grown to be used to. Even as he found himself opening up to others more and allowing himself to form bonds with those around him, he struggled with being completely vulnerable. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, moreso that he knew as future king, there were certain expectations placed upon him. Were he not to live up to them, he feared that people would start to lose faith in him.

“I know how much you loved Bru… Zacharias.” Kiran continued, her voice straining from her own emotions.

The prince could feel even more burning hot tears fall quickly down his cheeks as he heard her refer to his fallen friend by the name he went by in the time he knew him. She had only ever known him as Bruno, but even after it had been discovered that the Emblian prince and his childhood friend were the same person, she noticed that Alfonse would still call him Zacharias. She wasn’t sure if using the latter name would help in any way, or if it would just bring him more pain. She wasn’t sure of anything that she was doing.

“From the time I spent with him and from seeing the two of you together, I can tell he loved you just as much, and he… he wouldn’t want you to think this was your fault. Because it’s not—“

Her words came to an abrupt halt as she watched the door open. In front of her stood a still incredibly distraught Alfonse, eyes bloodshot and accompanied by dark circles underneath. It shattered her heart to see someone she loved so much in such a state, and in some ways, she felt powerless.

“I didn’t account for Embla knowing our intentions….” He murmured.

“None of us could have.” She tried to assure him.

“We were… so close…” His voice shook as more tears fell. “We were so close to… close to saving him… he had been through so much hell…”

It was then she noticed the mask in his hands. Kiran’s hand clasped at her mouth as sobs escaped from it. Truly, Bruno had been dealt an awful hand throughout his life. For it to end the way it did felt outrageously unjust.

“It’s not fair…” Alfonse wept. “It’s not fair…!”

The devastated prince was now on his knees in front of the summoner, hands covering his face as his body shuddered from all the emotions running rampant through him. Kiran promptly stepped into his room, shutting the door behind her and joining him on the ground. Throwing her arms around him, she pulled him into as strong of an embrace as she could muster.

“It’s not, babe. I’m so sorry…” She choked out, echoing his previous words to her. She moved a hand up to stroke the back of his head, feeling her own tears flooding down her face as he pulled her in closer and held her tighter.

Neither of them could recall how much time they spent crying in each other’s arms. At some point, Alfonse could feel himself growing fatigued. This didn’t surprise the summoner, given how much transpired in such a short time. She helped him into his bed, saddened, yet relieved as she observed him almost immediately falling asleep. She knew full well how desperately he needed some rest with everything he had been through recently.

She crawled into the space next to him, wanting to hold him more as he slept but also not wanting to smother him. Eventually, she settled for soothingly rubbing his arm, watching him slowly breathe in his slumber until she herself let her weariness overtake her as she slept by his side.

#fire emblem #fire emblem heroes #alfonse #kiran #bruno #zacharias #my summoner #kiralfonse #bouqfonse #writing #hurt/comfort

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ladies if youre a kpoppie, please occasionally take the time to remind yourself that you are a fan of just some guy

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spoiled ass 💐😒💞

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Just wanted to drop by and say that I adored that little excerpt you wrote about the day of devotion. I'm used to seeing Gustav simping, not often I see someone call him out for the bastard dad he is.

Thank you very much! I’ve noticed the same thing about how people outside of my friend group react to Gustav and it’s a shame some folks are so blinded by their thirst to see him for who he really is

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Hopelessly Devoted

Even Sharena can’t believe she was left out of the Day of Devotion.

It didn’t seem fair.

The Day of Devotion had always been considered a festival for families. Why didn’t she get to attend with her own?

Sharena found herself pacing around the castle’s courtyard shortly after her parents and brother left for the event, these thoughts burned deep into mind. She did love Alfonse, and not just because he was blood and she had to. She did genuinely care for him, but it had always been clear as day to her that between the two of them, he was the favorite. Even so, she never expected to be left out of a family gathering that would have them in the spotlight.

Surely people would ask questions once they realized she wasn’t there. How would they answer? The king would likely be dismissive of anything regarding it, prioritizing keeping up appearances more than anything. Her mother probably wishes she was there, but as queen, she is still expected to go along with whatever it is Gustav says and does. Her brother would be the most worried about her and how being excluded would affect her, but even then, he would still have to be attentive to the general public in the moment.

She had a beautiful outfit picked out and everything. It truly wasn’t fair.

As many friends as she had made in the Order, and as grateful as she was for all of them, it still cut deep to feel like she was nothing more than an afterthought to her father, and that there wasn’t much her mother and brother could do about it. Witnessing all the familial relationships within the Order, she knew it wasn’t supposed to be like this. Yet it didn’t change the fact that that’s how it was for her.

Her throat ached and her eyes began to sting. Gods, no, she really did not want to cry. What would that solve? Gustav would just chastise her and then continue to ignore her. Come to think of it, if she knew how he was with her, why was she even worried about how he’d react?

But that didn’t make her feel any better. If anything, the thought of not caring was even more painful. As soon as those first tears fell from her eyes, many more were close behind, and the princess cursed herself for being unable to maintain her composure. Her hands trembled over her face as she unsuccessfully tried to choke back sobs. She found herself on her knees as she lost herself in her own overflowing emotions.

Did she do something to make him like this? Was there anything she could do to remedy things? Would he even notice her efforts? If he were to notice, would he even APPRECIATE her efforts? In a sense, she already knew the answer to all of these questions. However, that answer was too upsetting to admit out loud. Tears continued to fall from her eyes, some flowing down her face and others dripping onto her hands. She wasn’t entirely sure how long she sat in the courtyard like this, but it was long enough for her to be oblivious to her surroundings.

Including the two pairs of footsteps entering. It wasn’t until she felt a hand on her shoulder that she looked up, too overcome by her other emotions to be startled by it. Who the hand belonged to, and who that person was accompanied by, however, was another story entirely.

“Shouldn’t you be at… be at the festival?” She stammered upon standing in front of the person before her.

“I was able to sneak away with the help of Lif.” Her brother confessed, glancing back at the masked blue haired man behind him. It appeared that he had dressed up for the occasion as well, a white cloth with a golden trim over his face and a similar robe took the place of his usual armor. She found it surprising, as such an event seemed to be in stark contrast to his typical demeanor.

“But why?” She questioned the prince, turning her attention back to him. “You should be there for our people, and for—“

“Not without you.” Alfonse cut her off, feeling bad for doing so but needing her to know what he really thought. “If it upsets father, then so be it. It was wrong of him to leave you out to begin with. I have no interest in attending these festivals—in having to appeal to him— if you're not there too.”

Sharena’s eyes began to well up once more, but this time out of joy. To know he cared about her enough to leave an event simply because she wasn’t there… it reminded her of how great of a brother she had. She tightly wrapped her arms around him, her chin resting on his shoulder and leaving it damp from her tears. He didn’t mind, as long as he knew she was comforted. Alfonse quickly returned her embrace, gently rubbing her back with his thumb.

Lif began to approach the siblings, watching as they let go of each other and turned their heads to face him at the sound of his footsteps. Looking at this world’s Sharena, he was reminded of the one from his own. How her eyes would also light up at the chance to attend a festival. How her own excitement made him look forward to it as well. How indescribable the pain of her being taken away was for him. He would stop at nothing if it meant having his sister back, and it hurt even more to know that this Sharena might not feel that love from the people that she should.

“Lif? Is everything okay?”

His train of thought was interrupted by her question, watching her tilt her head in concern. That same concern his Sharena would often show him when he would become lost in his own mind. Another reminder of the past and how cruel it was to him. He looked down in shame of his failure to protect her, catching a glimpse of the flowers in his hands and remembering why he accompanied Alfonse in the first place.

“For you.” He murmured, holding out the vase to her while keeping his gaze on the ground.

“Oh, they’re beautiful… thank you.” He heard her respond as she accepted the gift.

Now that he had done that, he didn’t see much reason to stick around. This wasn’t his world, this wasn’t his sister. He heard her express her gratitude, but he didn’t give himself a chance to see her with the flowers as he turned away, starting to walk out of the courtyard.

That is, until he felt someone grab his arm.

“Wait!” Sharena pleaded with him. He still wouldn’t look up at her, but he did turn back to face her. Even in a world entirely separate from his own, he couldn’t tell her no.

It was only when he felt her arms around him that he took his eyes off the ground. A strange warmth filled his heart at the gesture, something he didn’t think was possible with him anymore. He glanced over at the prince with widened eyes, and watched as he simply nodded in response. With that, he also wrapped his arms around the princess, albeit with a hint of hesitation.

His eyes burned slightly, and when he blinked in an attempt to make it go away, he felt something wet sliding down his cheeks. Tears of his own. He believed he stopped being capable of producing tears a long time ago, but the kindness Sharena had shown him proved otherwise. His mask didn’t show it, but he was smiling too. While this might not have been his Askr and his Sharena, to know she still cared for him like he was her brother was enough for him.

#fire emblem #fire emblem heroes #alfonse #sharena #lif #líf #writing #day of devotion #to love a king #hurt/comfort

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POV: it’s totally still July shhhhh (🔞🔞🔞)

Alfonse plans something special for Kiran’s birthday. He enlists the help of Claude, whose own birthday isn’t too far behind.

HEADS UP (seven up): 

1. There’s very nsfvv content under the cut. Please only read this if you’re 18 or older.

2. CW for a tiny bit of alcohol consumption. Not enough for anybody to get drunk but still putting that out there just to be safe

No matter how much time had passed; no matter what was happening in the days leading up to it, Kiran was always excited when her birthday was approaching. She saw it as a perfect excuse to spoil herself at any turn, which she often felt she needed once the day arrived. When she and Alfonse began their courtship, he made sure to go above and beyond for her in order to make her special day even more wonderful. Such efforts never went unnoticed to her, and she loved him even more than she thought herself capable for it.

Unfortunately, it seemed she would have to wait until the evening to spend time with him this year. She was woken up in the morning by Sharena bringing her breakfast in bed, which included a note from the prince. He wished her a happy birthday, informing her that he made the mouthwatering stack of chocolate chip pancakes and included the bowl of strawberries for her, as he knew it was her favorite breakfast. He also wrote that he had multiple meetings throughout the day, so he wasn’t able to see her until the last one was over. The note, however, ended with a promise to more than make it up to her when he was done with them, and a cheesy yet endearing reminder of his love for her.

The breakfast was delicious, as was to be expected when Alfonse was on kitchen duty. The rest of Kiran’s morning was spent with Sharena, which consisted of them visiting the accessory shop in the Aether Resort and treating themselves to the ones they had their eyes on for quite a while now. In the afternoon, she met up with Tana and Lene, joining them in getting their nails done; something she was ever so grateful for still being a possibility in this world. She opted for a vibrant purple, similar to the ends of her hair, which she found to be quite beautiful.

The first part of her evening was spent having drinks with Claude on the beach. It just so happened that his birthday and hers were close together, so they opted to celebrate both at the same time. As the sun set, the hot summer air had faded into a pleasant, warm breeze, making the experience more enjoyable for the both of them. She certainly believed Claude deserved to enjoy himself, as he came from a Fodlan torn apart by war; approximately five years after his time at Garreg Mach. While he definitely matured in those five years, it was nice to see they hadn’t completely broken his spirit.

“Is there a drinking age in Fodlan?” She asked him.

“When you’re old enough to marry, that’s when you’re old enough to drink.” He responded. “Of course, that varies depending on where in Fodlan you are. I had a classmate from Faerghus that would have been engaged during her time at the academy, had it not been for her betrothed dying.”

Well, that took a slightly dark turn rather quickly.

“...she was kind of terrible. If you ever summon her, promise you’ll keep her as far from me as you can.” He went on.

“I can’t make any guarantees there, but I’ll try my best.” Kiran spoke, unable to fight back her laughter at his request. “After all, you are one of my favorites.”

Claude was never one for blushing, but he did so at her declaration, as well as her laying her hand on his shoulder and sliding a bit closer to him. The two certainly became well acquainted during his time in Askr, and in that time he was slowly growing more and more attracted to her. She found him to be quite enticing as well, and while she and Alfonse had discussed the possibility of bringing a third person into their courtship, she wanted to make sure he would be okay with that person being Claude.

“I am, huh?” He playfully questioned. “You know, if you have favorites, you’re not supposed to say it. Makes the others feel bad.”

“Yeah, yeah, like some of them can’t tell without me saying it.” She replied with a smirk. “You should hear the way Serra talks about me when she doesn’t realize I can hear her.”

The two continued to laugh and chat idly as they watched the calm waves of the ocean and sipped on their tropical beverages. They exchanged stories of how they would celebrate their birthdays before their time in Askr, and both had vastly different experiences to speak of, but wonderful ones nevertheless. As the sky grew darker, they opted to return to the castle, where they were surprised with an enormous cake that rivaled the one served at Sigurd and Deirdre’s vow renewal. Kiran wondered if such a large cake was necessary for a simple birthday, even if it was for two people. Once she got to have a bite of it, however, her questioning was pushed to the side, as it was undoubtedly delicious.

As the summoner took in the celebratory surroundings while also enjoying a second piece of her and Claude’s cake, she was surprised to feel a pair of arms around her waist, holding her close as she felt someone’s chest against her back. She promptly turned around to find her prince standing behind her, his warm smile making her heart flutter.

“Babe!” She cheered, putting her fork down on her plate as she pulled him in for a kiss.

“Happy birthday, my sweetheart.” Alfonse gushed. “Gods, it feels wonderful to finally be out of that council room and here with you.”

“It feels wonderful to have you here.” Kiran replied. “Oh! You have to try this cake, it is absolutely to die for.”

She picked her fork back up, sticking it in a small bit of her piece and holding it up to him. Upon taking the bite offered to him, his eyes lit up. He took the fork from her in order to have more of it, prompting her to roll her eyes as she unsuccessfully attempted to fight back an amused smile.

“Prince Alfonse!” Claude called out, approaching the couple and draping an arm over the prince’s shoulders. “Glad you could make it. I was starting to worry about you.”

“Happy early birthday, Duke Riegan.” Alfonse chuckled, patting him on his back. “I trust that you are well?”

“Better now that you’re here.” The dark haired man replied, winking.

“Flirting with my boyfriend while I’m standing right here, I see.” Kiran joked.

“Now, now, summoner, no need for jealousy. There’s plenty of me to go around.” Claude told her.

Alfonse and Kiran eventually snuck off after enjoying more of the festivities, seeking some time alone with one another. What the summoner didn’t know was there was a surprise waiting for her in her room. Alfonse shielded her eyes as she turned her doorknob, and when he pulled his hands away, she was beyond awestruck. The room was decorated with many candles, which made it light up in the most beautiful way. There were also rose petals on the floor, which were arranged alongside some of the candles into a path that led to her bed, which was decorated with them as well. Her jaw dropped upon the sight, and she turned to find her prince with a warm and knowing expression.

“My last meeting ended earlier than I told you it would.” He confessed, sliding his hands onto her hips and pulling her close. “I spent that extra time putting this together. If we were to be intimate tonight, I wanted it to be more special and romantic for you, because you only deserve the best.”

“Well, you definitely nailed that part.” She whispered, rubbing his chest with her hands and winking at him. “All that’s left is for you to nail me.”

“Ah, not yet, love.” He laughed. “There’s… something missing at the moment.”

It was then that the pair heard a knock on the door, prompting them to turn to look at it.

“Is that my queue? I’m lonely out here.” They heard a voice from the other side, which… sounded like Claude?

“Yes, you may enter, Duke Riegan.”

Upon hearing Alfonse’s confirmation that it was in fact Claude standing outside, and watching him enter the room, Kiran almost froze in place. Sure, she and Alfonse had talked about it before, but they had yet to mention specific people that they had in kind when it came to it. Did either of them know something that she didn’t?

“Told you there was plenty of me to go around.” Claude spoke as he winked at the couple, pulling off his gloves and setting them on the table. “And please, Alfonse, you don’t have to be so formal when it’s just us.”

The summoner’s hand shot up to her mouth, trying to suppress her giggles as she buried herself in Alfonse’s embrace. The two men were absolutely successful in their attempt to surprise her, and them being able to pull this off so easily made her want them even more. Heat rose to her cheeks when Claude took her hand in his, removing it from her face and pressing his lips against it. She picked her head up, looking up at Alfonse as he gently yet passionately kissed her.

“Do you like your present so far?” The prince inquired when he pulled away.

“Well, I haven’t had much of a chance to unwrap it yet.” She teased, glancing back and forth between the two men. “But so far it definitely has my interest.”

With that, she captured her boyfriend’s lips once more, hastily grabbing him by his hips and jerking him closer to her. The prince’s eyes widened in surprise but he welcomed her bold advances, swiftly closing his eyes and deepening the kiss. Claude slid a hand around her waist and went to kiss her neck, his warm breath and ticklish beard on her exposed skin sending shivers through her veins and enveloping her body with an overwhelming heat at the same time.

Alfonse continued to caress his girlfriend’s mouth with his own, slipping his tongue in when she let out a needy gasp. An eager hand of his slowly trailed down her alluring curves, stopping at her leg and lifting it to wrap around his waist. She let out a muffled noise of pleasure as his clothed bulge pressed against her hot core, internally cursing the barrier between them as she leaned against the equally aroused man behind her to steady herself. A low groan escaped Claude’s mouth when he felt her hand cup and rub at his own erection, which now strained against his pants.

The trio’s immense desire for each other steadily increased as Alfonse broke the kiss but continued to grind his hips against Kiran’s. His heart swelled at the sight of her eyes tightly shut and mouth wide open, only producing sounds that made it clear that she was very much enjoying herself. The man with piercing green eyes behind her lifted his head from the crook of her neck, bringing a hand up to cradle her face and turn it towards him. Her body tensed and cheeks turned hot at his charmingly sensuous gaze, the smirk his mouth formed into making him even harder to resist.

“Mind if I kiss your girlfriend for a bit, Alfonse?” He spoke with a flirtatious tone.

“That would be for her to decide.” The blue haired man told him.

The summoner arched an eyebrow at this proposition, tapping her chin and humming playfully as she glanced back and forth at the two men between her. Of course she wanted to kiss the leader of the Alliance; she’d be shocked to meet someone that didn’t want to. However, she was feeling rather bold, and decided to wait a few seconds before giving her answer.

“Permission granted, on one condition.” She responded, pointing a finger at the prince. “Start taking your clothes off.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Alfonse laughed, stepping back and fumbling with the top button of his shirt.

The other man wasted no time, pulling the summoner closer to him and capturing her lips with his. He stroked her cheek with his thumb, gently nibbling at her bottom lip so as not to hurt her. He and Alfonse were around the same height, so she still had to stand on her toes in order for them to be face to face. To make this easier for herself, she laid her hands on both of his shoulders, allowing herself to deepen their lip lock. She was surprised to find that he seemed to truly know what he was doing while kissing her; but she definitely wasn’t complaining.

“Feels like you have a lot of experience in this area.” She panted as she briefly pulled away from him.

“That’s because I do. I have some in the other parts of this as well.” He replied, winking at her. “A lot can happen in five years, Kiran.”

As the pair continued to intertwine one another, Alfonse found the sight to be surprisingly arousing. He was rather slow with the unbuttoning of his shirt because he couldn’t keep his eyes off of them. A relief he wasn’t expecting washed over him as he finished with that, shrugging the article of clothing off and letting it fall to the floor. He then stepped out of his boots, kicking them aside and hooking a thumb under the waistband of his pants. However, he didn’t slip out of them right away, trailing his other hand down to his painfully hard length straining against them.

He let out a quiet sigh of pleasure as he stroked himself over his clothes, ensuring he wouldn’t interrupt Kiran and Claude. The relief he felt was only brief, however, as soon they began to feel more restrictive than before. He pulled his hand from his aching bulge, pushing off his pants as well as his undergarments, sighing contently as he freed his swollen member from its restraint. Now entirely naked with nothing holding him back, he immediately wrapped a hand around his cock, already wet from pre-cum, and slowly began working his hand up and down his shaft.

“Hey, that’s my job.” He suddenly heard, looking up to find the summoner eyeing him, still in Claude’s arms with an amused smile on her face.

“Your job for tonight, my love…” He began to say as he approached the pair, sneaking his free hand onto her hip and pulling her towards him. “...is to relax and enjoy yourself while we take care of you. With that said, it’s a bit unfair that I’m now wearing nothing and you’re both still fully clothed.”

“So, what do you plan to do about that, my prince?” Kiran wondered aloud.

It was then that the two men guided her towards the rose petal decorated mattress, having her sit at the edge while Alfonse knelt in front of her and Claude sat down beside her. The sight of the Askran prince on his knees in front of her, hands resting on her thighs was one that Kiran was rather familiar with by now, but it was one that she continuously adored. He also loved watching her admire him, the image being something he could never get enough of. He leaned in toward her ankle, slowly peppering kisses up her leg as she softly giggled at how it felt. She turned to look at the Alliance leader next to her, watching as he unbuttoned his own shirt. The clothing already exposed part of his chest, which had always piqued the summoner’s curiosity, and she was drawn to him even more when it came off and was dropped at the foot of the bed.

The brunette woman lifted her hand to touch Claude’s chest. Not only did he have an impressive amount of muscle to him, but there was also some hair on his body that she felt emphasized his good looks. He gently grabbed on to her wrist, guiding her hand down towards his toned abdomen. He could tell how intrigued she was, which filled him with pride. Alfonse brought her attention back to him as he fiddled with the hem of her top, his fingers brushing against her skin as he lifted it up enough to expose her soft stomach and pressed his lips against it. She hummed at the feeling of his breath on her, stroking the back of his head with her thumb. He pushed the fabric slightly further up her body, prompting her to lift her arms as Claude grabbed onto it and pulled it off entirely, tossing it behind him.

A deep purple, lacy bra was revealed to be worn underneath, holding up her full, supple breasts and showing them off beautifully. The blue haired prince made quick work of her shorts, pulling them down her legs and admiring the pair of panties she wore to match her bra.

“Someone has certainly dressed for the occasion.” Claude whispered, tugging one of the straps down her shoulder and latching his lips onto the crook of her neck.

“I did it for Alfonse, but it’s nice that you’re here to see it too.” Kiran responded, a hint of seduction in her voice as she winked at him. She moved to press a soft kiss to his forehead, running a hand through his hair to encourage him as he subtly licked and bit at her skin.

Alfonse soon stood from the ground, leaning into the other side of her neck and began kissing her there as well. He slipped a hand in between her legs, taking in the sweet sound of her moans as his palm grazed over her hot entrance, smirking at the damp spot on her underwear. He continued to rub her there, listening to the desperate cries of pleasure falling from her lips and taking pride in the fact that he had a part in it.

“Claude, feel how wet she is.” He instructed the other man, moving his hand so it rested on her inner thigh.

“Don’t mind if I do, prince.” The Alliance leader replied, slowly trailing a hand down her body. She felt a jolt of arousal course through her as he slipped two fingers under the fabric and gently stroked her slick folds. “Ah, you are definitely soaked down here, Kiran. You might not even need foreplay.”

“Ohhhhh, but I want it…” The summoner quickly begged. “Please…?”

“You heard her, Claude. Now, who would we be to deny my amazing girlfriend of her desires on her birthday…?” Alfonse interjected.

“Hey, I never said she couldn’t have it.” The dark haired man laughed. “Of course you can have whatever you want from us tonight, summoner.”

He then pulled his fingers from her, a proud smirk on his face at the sight of them being covered with her juices. Bringing them close to his mouth, both she and Alfonse watched as he licked them clean. The look in his emerald green eyes captivated them both, and they knew that he could tell. Upon finishing cleaning off his digits, he slid his hand so it held Kiran’s, his chin resting on her shoulder as his breath tickled her ear.

“You taste amazing, by the way.” He whispered, making her quiver with anticipation.

The Askran on her other side snuck his hand so it rested on the back of her neck, pulling her closer to him and briefly kissing her once more. She held onto his wrist as their lips touched, smiling as he pulled away and kissed her cheek. Claude also peppered kisses along her shoulders and massaged her back, listening to her hum in satisfaction with the two men. His hands slid up to her bra clasp as he tantalizingly undid each hook, his palm rubbing into the skin exposed with it once he finished. Alfonse grabbed onto the straps and pulled the article of clothing off of her, dropping it to the floor and admiring the sight before him.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get over how beautiful you are.” He quietly gushed.

“You always say that when you see my boobs.” She teased, giggling in appreciation nevertheless.

“Well, you can’t really blame him.” Claude chimed in, holding one of her breasts in his hand. “Askr and the Order of Heroes have truly been blessed with how captivating you are.”

“Is that so?” Kiran wondered aloud, leaning against the man next to her while cupping the face of the one in front of her, pulling him closer to her. “In that case, show me how blessed you guys feel to be here with me.”

Oh, show her they would. The prince continued where he left off with kissing her, nipping at her jaw and working his way down her body. She moaned deeply when his hot tongue drew circles around one of her taut nipples, eventually closing his lips around the pink bud and sucking on it. His breath tickled her stomach as he resumed making his way down. He stopped at her violet undergarments, gazing up at her tenderly as he hooked his fingers under the fabric. She ran a hand through his soft, blue locks, returning his loving stare and lifting her hips to encourage him. That was all he needed to pull the clothing from her waist, sliding them down her soft legs and allowing her to kick them off when they reached her ankles.

“Claude said you tasted amazing.” He spoke, echoing the other man’s words from moments ago as he pushed her legs open, getting the perfect view of her glistening center. “I think I’d like to see for myself.”

“Shouldn’t you already know with how long we—“

Her comments were immediately cut off as she gasped from the wave of pleasure that coursed through her body. His hot tongue lapping over her sensitive core was already making her tremble from the ecstasy as she tugged at his strands. Her deep arousal was pushed even further by Claude squeezing and caressing her soft mounds, teasing one of her nipples with a pinch.

The summoner’s hand found its way onto the dark haired man’s thigh, and she quickly noticed that at some point, he had removed the rest of his clothing. He smiled deviously as he guided her hand over to his erect length.

“I think I deserve a little treat as well.” He murmured enticingly into her ear. “After all, it’ll be my birthday pretty soon.”

Kiran wasted no time, wrapping her fingers around the shaft and slowly sliding it up to his tip, gathering the precum that leaked from it and working her hand back down to the base of his thick cock. She found that it was a bit shorter than Alfonse’s, but also wider, and the heat on her cheeks intensified at the thought of how he would feel inside of her. She wondered if she would have an answer for that tonight, or if the men would be interested in doing something like this again another time and she would find out then. Her thoughts were soon cut off by an electrifying jolt coursing through her as Claude circled a thumb over her rosy peak, the motion making her shiver with delight.

She looked down at Alfonse as he continued to lick at her dripping entrance like it was the most divine thing he could have. His sapphire blue eyes gazed up at her, and seeing her disheveled hair and eyes glazed over from her arousal served as motivation for him. He worked his tongue over her folds quicker, even slipping the wet muscle in between them a few times and taking pride in the way her voice grew and her walls pulsed against him. He choked out a few moans of his own as he wrapped a hand around his swelling member and began to stroke himself again, the vibrations from his mouth driving Kiran mad with desire.

“K… keep that up and I’ll… soon…” She breathlessly stammered.

With that in mind, the prince saw no reason to slow down anytime soon. His mouth made its way up towards her now throbbing clit, teasing the nub by drawing circles over it with his tongue. She was certain her lip was going to bleed with how hard she was biting it as she buried her face in the crook of Claude’s neck. Her shivers were growing more uncontrollable, and an overwhelming tension began building in her veins. When she felt Alfonse sucking on her clit, she could no longer hold back as she cried out from the blissful electricity that erupted within her. She felt herself get lost in the pleasure as she pulled on his strands, shaking before him from her climax.

As Kiran began to come down from her high, she leaned against the Fodlanian man beside her in an attempt to steady herself. He let out a low chuckle at her disheveled state, lightly kissing her forehead and glancing back at Alfonse, who seemed to be proud of himself, and rightfully so.

“You know… it doesn’t have to end here if you don’t want it to.” Claude spoke, resting a hand on her thigh.

“Mmm… I’d love to keep going…” Kiran murmured in response. “But I’ll need a quick breather first, if that’s all right.”

“Of course, love.” Alfonse assured her, standing from his spot in front of her.

The summoner took this time to adjust herself and lie back on the plush mattress beneath her, sighing contently at its softness. She turned her head to look over at her boyfriend, who had made his way over to the table beside the door to pour her a glass of water. Truly, it seemed he had gone all out for this night and prepared for anything, and she both loved him even more for that and was amused by it. When he came back over and handed her the glass, that first sip quenched her in ways she didn’t even realize she needed. As she continued to enjoy the beverage, she glanced back and forth at the two men, confused as to why they were just sitting and watching her.

“You know you guys are allowed to do stuff with each other while you’re waiting on me, right?” She told them, laughing when they took their eyes off her and looked at each other.

“Y—yes, of course!” Alfonse stammered. “Is that, er… is that something you would want, Clau—“

He was quickly cut off by the green eyed man gently pushing him down onto the bed, giving him a quick wink as he climbed on top of him and pressed his lips against his jaw. Claude soon wrapped a hand around the prince’s hot, erect length, working it up and down and sending shivers through him as he teased a nipple with his other hand.

“I, ah… I guess that answers my question.” He chuckled.

“I know we planned this for Kiran, but I’ll admit, you’re not so bad yourself.” The Almyran replied flirtatiously, lifting his head up and gazing into the other man’s deep blue eyes.

The summoner watched the scene in front of her intently, both her cheeks and her core warming up at the pair’s sensual embrace. With how attracted she was to the both of them, she was certainly happy that they shared these feelings not just for her, but also for each other. Instead of trying to one up one another, they helped each other, and it was perfect for all of them. She carefully put her glass down on the floor, not wanting to take her eyes off of them.

Claude soon pulled the prince in for a slow and sultry kiss, stroking the tip of his length and drinking in the moan that Alfonse let out in response. The sound of her prince enjoying himself like this aroused Kiran deeply, and the evidence was beginning to pool in between her legs. She gently caressed her thigh as the sight continued to intrigue her. Both men seemed well aware of what they were doing to her, and as eager as they were to have her rejoin them, they were also enjoying each other’s company quite a bit. The pair came to a non vocal understanding that having her watch them a little longer would help her in being ready for them again. She certainly wasn’t in any hurry.

Eventually, Alfonse felt the dark haired man tighten the grip he had on his cock and jerk him quicker, his voice growing louder in ecstasy. Kiran’s now soaked core began to ache intensely when she heard how desperate he sounded, which made her desperate for some kind of stimulation as well. She hastily parted her legs and slid her hand up towards her hot opening, moaning as the tips of her fingers brushed against her wet folds and swollen nub. She lifted her hips in sync with her hand, small jolts of pleasure surging through her as she kept her eyes on the two men before her.

Soon enough, Claude stopped what he was doing.

“W—wait,” The summoner choked out. “Keep going.”

“And have you miss out? Not a chance.” He replied, winking at her as he shifted his body closer to hers. “Think you’re ready for something more than a pair of fingers?”

Her cheeks grew even hotter at those remarks. She knew precisely what he meant by that, and if she didn’t, the way he hovered over her, his firm length sitting comfortably in his hand, was obvious enough. She opened her legs more at his invitation, smirking up at him.

“Come over here and find out.” She answered, a hint of seduction in her voice.

She was promptly flipped onto her stomach by the Almyran man as she yelped in surprise. She lifted her hips up for him, using her knees to balance herself as she turned her head to look at him. The anticipation made her ache and crave him even more, and he could tell that she was growing restless waiting for him. His hands grabbed her hips to hold them in place, smirking in amusement at the sound she let out just from his tip brushing against her.

As he carefully slid into her, he bit his lip at how warm and tight she was around him. The way her walls twitched against him sent rapturous shivers through his veins, and her moans growing louder ensured that she was enjoying this as well. He did stretch her quite a bit, but with how wet she had already made herself, she wasn’t in any pain. Slowly, he began thrusting in and out of her, letting out small grunts with each movement. He loved how gorgeous she looked before him; how her long, dark locks cascaded over her shoulders; how her naked body still glistened from her first climax.

“Mm… you feel so good…” The summoner hummed.

“The feeling is mutual.” Claude responded, winking at her. “You’re nice to look at, too. Alfonse is truly a lucky man.”

“Speaking of…” She spoke, holding her hand out for the prince in front of her. “Come here, babe. I don’t want you to feel left out.”

Alfonse shifted his body so he was closer to the pair, lying beneath them and lifting a hand to rest on his girlfriend’s jaw as he caressed her cheek. She held onto his wrist to keep his hand in place as she moved to capture his mouth with hers, gently yet hungrily pulling him in. He never tired of her lips on his own, and she loved how tender he was when touching her. Claude had mentioned the prince being a lucky man, but in truth, Kiran considered herself the luckiest woman to have someone love her like this.

The summoner laid her free hand on his side, her thumb stroking his hip and further enticing him as he groaned from the aching in his cock intensifying. Kiran was quick to solve this issue, sliding her hand down as it curled around the shaft and began jerking him, relief washing over the prince at her motions. She briefly pulled her lips from his to study him. His hair was now a mess, and yet it was in a way that made him even more alluring. His skin was decorated with a pink tint as his body grew hotter from arousal. She could see his muscles contracting with each pump, and god did it make her wet.

“Mmm… you are so sexy…” she murmured to Alfonse. “You know that, right?”

“Aah… it’s… it’s still nice to hear you say it.” He breathlessly responded.

His hands wandered over her body without much thought, eventually settling on her soft breasts. He gave them a gentle squeeze, leaning in between them and pressing a kiss to one. A small gasp of pleasure slipped from her mouth as he ran his thumbs over her nipples, feeling them swell at his unrelenting touch. Claude’s thrusts had also picked up in speed, leaving the summoner a euphoric mess between the two men.

“Ha… I’m getting pretty… pretty close…” the dark haired man behind her confessed. Which is why she was baffled when he pulled out of her entirely, looking back at him with furrowed brows. “Switch with me, Alfonse. I want to try something.”

The prince soon stopped what he was doing, guiding Kiran to lie on her back as he held her legs in place. He waited to see what Claude had in mind before going any further, watching as he sat on her stomach, slowly lowering himself so he wouldn’t cause her any discomfort. As the Alliance leader’s thick erection rested on her chest, Kiran quickly realized what he had in mind as she looked up at him with a knowing smirk.

Pushing her ample breasts together, she watched as he began thrusting in between them. His hands clutched onto the bedpost in front of him as his emerald green eyes looked down at her, deep into her brown ones. With how he shivered and panted before her, she could tell he was steadily inching closer towards his peak. She could feel her own brewing as she gasped from Alfonse slipping his throbbing length inside her. He couldn’t see her face with Claude sitting in front of him, but he could tell from the desperate sounds she made that she loved what he was doing.

Come to think of it, the Almyran’s rugged back and shoulders were a rather intriguing sight to the prince. As he slowly moved in and out of Kiran, he found himself leaning into the crook of Claude’s neck, peppering small kisses along the area. Hearing him moan so hungrily served as all the motivation Alfonse needed as he continued, biting and tonguing at his shoulder.

“Aah… s.. so… close…” the couple heard the man in between them choke. “Think th… this might…”

Claude found himself unable to finish his sentence as he felt himself lose control over his body. Letting out a loud cry of pleasure, he gave one last thrust as his swollen member erupted in between Kiran’s soft mounds. His muscles burned with overwhelming ecstasy as he gripped the bedpost tighter and hot cum shot out and onto her chest. The summoner watched with both pride and amusement as he was left breathless before her.

“Doing okay there, buddy?” She asked.

“Never better.” He replied with a smile upon regaining his composure, moving off of her and lying down beside her, resting a hand on her arm and looking up at the blue haired prince before them. “Take it away, Alfonse.”

With that, Alfonse quickly leaned down, pressing his flushed body against the summoner’s. This newfound closeness between them allowed him to push himself deeper inside of her, his rigid cock brushing against all the right spots along her now throbbing core. Her voice grew more high pitched as more ecstasy washed over her, coming closer to swallowing her whole. An overwhelming sense of pride took over in the prince’s mind as he listened to the sweet sound of his girlfriend responding so positively to what she deserved. He took her hand in his own, their fingers lacing together as he pinned her arm over her head, gazing into her beautiful brown eyes as their foreheads pressed together.

“Gods above, I love you so much…” He panted.

“I love you too…” She responded with a warm smile. “...my prince.”

Those words would be the death of him. His firm member grew hotter as it began to fill with his cum, but he was determined to have her finish first. His hips snapped harder against hers, his free hand diving straight between their bodies until his thumb settled on her swollen clit. He stroked the nub with a fierceness unlike anything he felt in previous private moments he shared with her. However, she seemed to enjoy it, if how she clung to him as her nails dug into his back was anything to go by.

Kiran found herself quickly beginning to tremble beneath him, the intense fire coursing through her body was growing more hot, and she knew she was getting closer. She tried her best to match Alfonse’s pace, wrapping her legs around him and lifting her hips with each thrust, craving that sweet release. With one well timed thrust, her wishes were granted. A loud moan snuck past her lips as she shook, her body feeling as though it would burst from the pleasure that washed over her and consumed every part of her. She tightened her already firm grip on the prince, wanting to truly take in this euphoric feeling flowing through her.

Her overwhelming climax proved to be enough to send Alfonse over the edge as well. He choked out a cry of elation as he slid out of her, his muscles burning from the intensity of his orgasm and his firm length twitching as thick, hot ropes of white spilled out and onto Kiran’s stomach. He soon fell limp on top of her, his head resting on her shoulder and breath tickling her chest. He soon felt her soft lips kissing his forehead, smiling at how sweet and tender such a small action could be.

“Nice work, you two.” The couple heard Claude tell them, jumping at the sound of his voice beside them. “Aw, don’t tell me you forgot I was here!” He laughed.

“Psh, of course not.” Kiran replied. “Just didn’t realize you were watching.”

“Well, it’d be a little hard to prepare for next time if I wasn’t.” He winked at the two.

A promise of more to come in the future, huh? The thought was certainly nice, albeit surprising that he would bring it up. The summoner found herself wondering what it would be like; how the three of them could explore each other even further.

“That is, if you guys want there to be a next time.”

“I think something could be arranged when my birthday approaches.” Alfonse told him, moving off of the bed. “It is only a little over a month away. But we can discuss it when the day is closer. Would you mind helping me clean her off, Claude?”

The dark haired man nodded in response, standing up and following the Askran over to a basin filled with warm water. The two men soon returned, each with a washcloth in hand. Both gently slid the towels over Kiran’s body, wiping the areas where they came on her. She found it rather soothing as she felt herself sinking into the mattress with how relaxed she was. The two cleaned themselves off a bit as well, then rejoined her on the bed, resting on either side of her and holding her close.

“Happy birthday, my love.” Alfonse spoke first, following his words with a quick but sweet kiss.

“Happy birthday, summoner.” Claude repeated, pressing his smooth lips to her cheek.

“And a happy early birthday to you, Claude.” The prince turned his attention towards the other man, kissing one cheek while Kiran kissed the other.

“Happy almost birthday, Claude!” The brunette woman smiled. “And thank you both for your wonderful gift. Best birthday ever.” She declared.

A comfortable silence soon fell over the trio as they embraced each other, followed by a well deserved slumber for all of them. It was going to be difficult for any of them to get out of the bed once morning approached, but that made it all the more delightful and amazing.

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i know people’ve said this a million times but if you’re ever wondering why fancreators leave tumblr, it’s because of stuff like this

#REMINDER!!!!!

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#yes #fire emblem #fe16 #claude #hilda #lysithea #byleth #f!byleth

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also celebrate George Floyd’s life. he was truly a beautiful, kind, and caring individual. i wish his family so much healing and that they get the justice they deserve.

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#pretttttyyy #alfonse

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Nobody Makes Alfonse Uncomfortable and Gets Away With It

Nobody. Not one soul.

CW: S*xual harassment

You woke with a sudden jolt, finding yourself in a dark field. Taking in your new surroundings, you couldn’t shake this overwhelming feeling in your gut that something terrible was happening. Your suspicions only rose when you could hear chatter from afar. You stood, hoping to find the source and figure out what it was all about.

You were filled with delight when you realized Alfonse was among the group, then you began to see red when you saw what specifically was happening.

“I… love you… I want to be closer to you…”

“I love you. I want to be closer to you…”

You could see it written all over his face. Alfonse could not have been more uncomfortable with these advances from these… odd looking women with wings. But they didn’t seem aware of it themselves, and kept slowly, but undoubtedly, inching closer and closer towards him. Your own feelings for the prince aside, the blatant dismissal of how he was responding to them only added more fuel to your anger.

“All right, that is ENOUGH.”

All three of them, as well as Sharena, who you had only noticed after you said something, jumped at the booming sound of your voice. You grabbed both of the winged girls by their hair, dragging them to the nearest body of water and pushing them in with a strength you didn’t even know you had. They both sat in bewilderment of you and your behavior, unsure of where you even came from.

“Get it together! Both of you!” You ranted as you pointed a finger in their faces. “I’m sure you’re both wonderful otherwise, but that is NOT how you help the royalty of Askr. ESPECIALLY when Alfonse was making it ABUNDANTLY clear that he wanted no part of that!”

Once the initial shock of your response wore off, the pair stood before you. They were dripping from the water and their expressions seemed to be that of remorse.

“I’m… I’m sorry.” The blonde pigtailed girl spoke up. “I fear it may have been the nectar here. I wouldn’t normally act like that, but that doesn’t excuse the disregard for how uncomfortable we were making Alfonse feel.”

“I’m sorry too.” The pinked hair one next to her added. “I don’t wanna repeat all of what Peony here just said, but it’s how I feel too.”

Their apologies seemed so genuine, that you began to feel bad for how you reacted. Was your anger justified? Absolutely. How you expressed it? Now you weren’t so certain.

“I’m sorry too.” You told them. “I don’t like what I saw from you guys, but maybe I was a little harsh there.”

The three of you were soon interrupted by Alfonse and Sharena catching up with you. They both seemed eager to reunite with you, especially the prince, who you learned had expressed concern about your whereabouts more than once in the time of your disappearance. There wasn’t much time to explain or even celebrate this reunion, as there were battles that needed to be fought here. Sharena and the other two quickly set out to fight, leaving you alone with the blue haired, golden tipped man.

“Hey, Alfonse… before we follow them…” You approached him, laying a hand on his arm.

“Yes, summoner?”

“Once we find some time to just relax here, and not worry about any battles… could… could we have some time alone together? I, um… I want to remind you of how much you mean to me. If you’d be okay with that.” You proposed, your cheeks turning a shade of red similar to the strap for Folkvangr’s sheath.

Alfonse could tell exactly what you were hinting at in that statement, his own face beginning to blush at the thought. However, with it being you, he found himself much more at ease and willing.

“That would be wonderful.” He smiled.

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AU I cant think of a title for part 5

Alfonse and Kiran get to know each other better the morning after he moves in.

Upon rising from his slumber that morning, Alfonse sat up in the bed, stretching his arms behind his back. He looked to find that both the other couch and the floor in front of him were no longer occupied, meaning that Kiran and Julian had already woken up. As he moved to stand from his bed, he heard some noise coming from the kitchen, walking in to find Kiran standing over the counter, seemingly working on something. Her dark brown locks were slightly more disheveled than the previous day, which made the purple ends stand out a bit more. In a strange way, seeing her in that state drew him to her more, and he was baffled by this feeling. Quickly, she caught his attention when she lifted her head and saw him standing there.

“Oh, good! You’re up!” She spoke, smiling. “Question: do you like coffee? If you do, how so?”

It was then that he saw her standing before a machine that had a mug sitting underneath it. The aroma of the beverage being made was quick to hit him once he realized what she was doing, and it was a welcome scent for him.

“Coffee would be wonderful. I’ll take it with just some cream. ” He replied.

“Your wish is my command.” Kiran affirmed, turning her attention back to the machine. “So, how’d you sleep last night? Rascal didn’t hog the bed, did he?”

“Ah, you saw him…” The Askran chuckled, a hint of a blush rising to his cheeks. “No, he was very generous with the space we were given. In truth, it was nice having someone at my side throughout my first night here.”

“That’s good to hear.”

The two were interrupted by the sound of the dog in question climbing off the bed, walking into the kitchen and sitting in between them, his tail wagging as though he were expecting something as he looked up at Kiran. When she didn’t acknowledge him right away, he let out a quiet sounding bark in an effort to get her to do so.

“Rascal, I’m glad you’re using your inside voice, but we’ve talked about this.” She laughed. “You’ll get your breakfast once I’ve finished making my coffee… well, and Alfonse’s, too…”

“Oh, would you like me to feed him?” Alfonse offered.

“Knock yourself out.” Kiran answered. “His food is in the blue bag in the top right cabinet. Pour until you can’t see the bottom of his dish.”

“Er…” 

He looked down at his bandaged hand, wondering how exactly he was going to be able to carry an entire bag of dog food with just one hand. He supposed he would just have to try as best he could, and pray that this wouldn’t end in disaster. He stepped towards the cabinet, opening the door and finding the blue bag in question. He went to grab it, noting that it seemed slightly heavier than he anticipated, and set it on the counter before him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Rascal stand and quickly walk towards him, the wagging in his tail significantly picking up in speed.

He promptly picked the bag back up, setting it on the floor in front of the empty bowl. All he had to do now was figure out how precisely he was going to get the food into the bowl. Perhaps tipping the bag over and then lifting it back up once there was enough food in the dish would suffice? There was only one way to find out. He proceeded to lay the bag down on the side with the hole in it, allowing the pieces to fall into the bowl before picking it back up.

“Oh fuck, I am so sorry. I completely forgot about your hand.” He heard Kiran from behind him, sounding as though she was holding back laughter. “And I’m sorry if I forget in the future. Also, I promise I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing at my own forgetfulness.”

“Ah, there’s no need to apologize so much. I understand.” Alfonse assured her.

“At least let me put the bag back for you.” She offered, approaching him and reaching her hand out for it. 

As she went to pick it up, she felt something on her hand, looking down to find that his own had brushed against it. Unbeknownst to her, he felt it too, and they both wondered if the other person noticed as they hid their blushing from one another. Their thoughts were soon interrupted by Rascal barging in between them, startled by his determination to not let anything get between him and his breakfast.

“I know he looks grown, but at his age, he’s technically still a puppy.” Kiran remarked as she returned the bag of food to the cabinet. “I guess he still has an excuse for acting like one.”

“Some dogs maintain that personality well into their senior years. Although that won’t be for quite a while, that could be a possibility for him.” Alfonse told her, taking his seat across from the kitchen at the counter.

“Did you have any pets back in Askr?” She asked, handing him the mug with his coffee.

“There would often be stray dogs and cats outside of the castle, but no. My father never allowed us to have such a companion. The closest thing we had to one was our messenger owl.” He explained.

“Your father sounds like a buzzkill.” Kiran bluntly told him, taking him by surprise as he nearly spat out his coffee. “I’m sorry, but I’ve always seen even the toughest of dads be swayed by animals.”

“Not him. His mindset was not one that could be changed so easily. It’s part of why he hasn’t spoken to my sister and I ever since we joined the Order of Heroes… which was almost a year ago.”

Upon hearing that, it was Kiran’s turn to be taken aback and almost choke on her beverage. She had friends that had gone significant amounts of time without coming into contact with their parents before, but it was usually the friend cutting the parent off for something they did; rarely was it the other way around. It angered her to hear that someone could be so nonchalant about their own kin like that; especially for something that other parents would be proud of. However, she didn’t want to show that to him.

“You have a sister?” She questioned in her attempt to change the subject. “What’s she like?”

“Ah, she’s quite different from me, actually.” Alfonse replied. “Despite that, we have a very strong bond. I think she would really like you.”

“How can you be sure?” Kiran inquired, arching one of her eyebrows. “You don’t know that much about me yet.”

“Perhaps, but I don’t believe that would matter to her. She loves meeting and getting to know new people.”

“And what about you? Do you not like those things?”

“I don’t dislike them, but it takes me longer to open up to others.” The prince confessed. “However, I wouldn’t mind if you told me more about yourself.”

“Oh?” Kiran wondered. “What do you want to know?”

Ah, right. Now that he made it this far, he had to think of a question. Well, he did have plenty of questions that he could think of, but he wasn’t quite sure which one he wanted to narrow it down to.

“Well, to start…” he spoke. “You asked me about my sister, so I’m curious. Is Julian your only sibling?”

“He isn’t!” Kiran replied. “I also have two sisters, one older and one younger. The older one is actually his twin!”

“Ah, how intriguing.” Alfonse enthused. “The thought of what having a twin would be like has crossed my mind before. Tell me more about them.”

“Well, let’s see… my older sister is named Iris, and she absolutely loves animals. She’s a veterinarian, so it’s safe to say they’ve had a pretty big influence on her life. Oh! She’s also getting married next spring!”

While Alfonse was still hesitant to open up to Kiran or her brother about many of the details concerning his life before they met him, he found it rather easy to listen to her tell him about hers. For him, it was a relief that once he told her that it might take him time to divulge into his past, she didn’t try to force it out of him. It was also nice that she didn’t seem to mind being the one to do most of the talking.

“My younger sister’s name is Leah, and she can be a pain in the ass from time to time. But in her defense, most people are like that in their teens. She wants to be a dancer when she finishes school, and she for sure has the talent for it.”

“I see…” Alfonse commented. “And what is it you do?”

“Well, right now I’m a teacher.” Kiran answered. “Whether or not I’ll spend the rest of my working years being one, I haven’t really decided yet. I studied photography when I was in school, and as much as I would love to just to be a photographer, I haven’t been that lucky.”

“Photography…?” 

“Photography is kind of like instant portraits.” She explained. “Rather than sit and wait hours on end for someone to paint you or some type of scenery, they point a camera at the thing they want a portrait of, push a button, and voila!”

“And you teach others how to do this?” He followed up.

“Well, not just how to do it. If it were that simple, I wouldn’t have had to go to school for it.” Kiran joked. “There’s different types of photos that a person can take, so I show them what those types are, and give out common examples of each type. I also teach them about the history behind it all. If you want, I can show you sometime.”

Before Alfonse could accept or decline her offer, they heard a tiny click from the living room, followed by the sound of the door opening and closing. The pair turned their attention to Julian as he stepped into the kitchen, covered in a layer of sweat with the front of his hair soaked and clinging to his face.

“Coffee smells good.” He breathed. “Did you make me some?”

“You were up long before either of us were, Mr. The Grind Never Sleeps.” Kiran told him. “You could’ve made your own coffee. Now, go shower before you stink up the apartment.”

“Ouch. It’s “the grind never STOPS”.” Julian playfully retorted.

Alfonse couldn’t help but laugh at their banter. He could certainly relate, as while he and Sharena wouldn’t often speak to each other in such a manner, there had been more than one occasion where such responses had crossed his mind. He was certain it had been that way for her as well.

Later on in the day, he accompanied the siblings as they took Rascal to the park. It felt nice to get some fresh air, and it helped that it was a gorgeous day outside as well. The temperature was comfortably warm, with the sun shining down on the park and making it feel more lively. He learned more about this particular part of this world from Kiran and Julian, like how days like today were rare during the spring for this particular part of this world. It made him appreciate its beauty even more.

The prince couldn’t pinpoint why precisely he felt this way, but sitting at the picnic table chatting with Julian while they watched Kiran and Rascal play fetch put him at ease. Perhaps his time here would be an enjoyable one.

#fire emblem #fire emblem heroes #alfonse #kiran #kiralfonse #writing #fanfic #modern au #fe heroes

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Hime-Hajime (🔞🔞🔞)

Alfonse and Kiran celebrate the new year in their own way.

HEADS UP Y’ALL: THERE IS NSFVV CONTENT AHEAD. PLEASE ONLY READ IF YOU ARE 18 OR OLDER.

Out with the old, in with the new. Such a cliche expression, yet one that would ring true in just minutes. Many heroes gathered near to watch the clock as it inched closer to saying midnight, not just for the new day, but for the new year. Anticipation for the fresh start was all around, and the excitement proved to be rather contagious amongst those celebrating within the Order of Heroes.

Well, most of them were present for this occasion at the moment.

“Oh, where are they?!” The impatient princess of Askr grumbled. “They’re going to miss it!”

“If they do, that’s their own fault. Not yours, Sharena.” Her commander and partner replied when approaching her.

She was right, and Sharena knew this. However, it did little to quell her frustration with the fact that her brother and the summoner had suddenly disappeared right before the new year was set to arrive. She had hoped to have them both there with her when the time came, and it was starting to seem unlikely that it would be the case.

“Will some of my mochi make you feel better?” Anna offered, holding out the concoction to her.

The princess accepted the treat, but only took small bites of it. After all, she would have hated to still be chewing on a piece of it when she received her kiss from Anna at midnight. But the sweet taste did seem to put her in a better mood, so it served its purpose. Still, even if it wasn’t stressing her out as much, she was still curious as to what their whereabouts were precisely.

“Do you think they’ll make it back in time?” The princess asked her girlfriend.

“If they don’t, then it won’t be the end of the world.” The redhead assured her, wrapping her into an embrace from behind and resting her chin on the top of her head. “After all, it's possible that they could be celebrating in their own way.”

~~~~~

Elsewhere, the prince and his summoner in question seemed to have no intention of appearing in public any time soon. The couple exchanged heated kisses, warm hands traveling all over each other’s bodies as swollen lips and wet tongues collided together. Alfonse had Kiran pinned against the wall behind her, and she had little intention of taking her hands off of him. However, she broke the kiss briefly in order to catch her breath... and attempt to entice him.

“Hey babe…” She panted. “You know what I like about these kimonos?”

“Hm? What would that be?” Alfonse asked her in response.

The smirk on her flushed face that followed was one that he was all too familiar with. She had something up her sleeve, and he was eager to find out what that was. After all, one of his favorite things about her was her ability to constantly keep him on his toes. He watched intently as she fumbled with the front of her robes, his eyes widening as she revealed her answer to him.

“With how loose they are, you can wear nothing underneath and get away with it.”

The prince stared in awe at the sight before him. His beloved opened the multiple parts of her kimono to show that she, in fact, was fully naked under them. He could feel the hot blood rushing up towards his face, as well as down towards his cock, which was now straining against his own robes. To engage in something so lascivious would be very risky for the couple, given that the festival was occurring just outside of where they were. What would happen if someone were to walk by and see them in a way that they were only meant to see each other?

However, these factors served to make it feel more thrilling, which only heightened both of their arousal.

“We have to be quick.” Alfonse told her. “It’s almost midnight.”

“That makes it all the more fun.” She salaciously replied.

Kiran reached for her boyfriend’s garments, swiftly pulling them open to expose his front. Those abs he gained through all of his work with training made her ache with desire for him, as well as seeing how hard he was for her upon freeing his thick erection. The two opted to have their robes opened but kept on for this, as it would be easier for them to cover themselves should someone walk by.

Alfonse quickly went to kiss her neck, his soft lips and hot tongue on her skin making her gasp. He always started off so careful with her when it came to intimacy, and she loved how considerate he was of her and her pleasure. His hands found her large breasts, kneading at the soft flesh and running his thumbs over her rosy nipples. This drew out more lustful noises from the summoner as she clung to him, her hand grabbing a fistful of his dark blue hair.

She hummed in delight as he slid one hand down her body, his fingers grazing her wet folds as he slipped two of them inside her. The prince curled the tips of his digits to reach for the spots that left her a mess before him as he worked them in and out of her. In the midst of her euphoric haze, she wrapped her warm hand around his throbbing length, gathering some pre-cum from the tip with her palm. Alfonse was left just as breathless as her with every slow stroke, moving his free hand onto the wall in order to steady himself, with Kiran doing the same by grabbing his shoulder.

“Fuck… ah, fuck, yes…!” Kiran choked out. “You’re always so amazing, babe…”

“As are… as are you, m… my love…” Her prince panted in response.

The violet-tipped brunette trembled as Alfonse thrusted his fingers at a quicker pace, his palm occasionally brushing against her nub. The sensations running through her made her tighten her grip on his now slick cock as her fervent pumps picked up in speed as well. Certainly the couple would have no trouble sleeping upon returning to their quarters; assuming they had the intention of doing so.

“I think I’m ready…” The summoner breathed.

With those words, she retracted her hand from him as he pulled his fingers out of her. She lifted her leg in order to give him enough room, and he moved a hand to keep it in place. Alfonse positioned himself so his tip brushed her dripping lower lips, the teasing nature of it making them both shiver before they even went any further. He gently pressed his forehead against hers, smiling as she brought her hands up to rest on his face, her soft thumbs stroking his cheeks.

“I love you… more than anything in not just this world… but any world.” He whispered tenderly.

“Alfonse… I love you, too.” Kiran warmly replied.

The two shared a gentle yet passionate kiss, which soon turned into them moaning into each other’s mouths as the prince’s throbbing member slipped into her slick heat. With little time to waste, Alfonse’s thrusts were quick and strong, his hands tightening around her body. Kiran threw her arms over his shoulders, clinging to him and repeatedly calling out his name as though it was the only word she knew. His hot breath on her neck served to make her even more wet as her walls clamped around his length, the couple becoming dizzy from the pleasure.

What sounded like cheers could be heard from outside. They weren’t entirely sure how much time they had until it was midnight, or if it had already passed, and at this point, they cared little for it. All that mattered to them was each other. All they needed was each other. To spend the last few moments of the old year, as well as the first few of the new one, intertwined together was truly something special to the both of them.

“Kiran… love…” The blue haired prince moaned into his girlfriend’s ear, sending chills down her spine.

Before she could respond, she felt him brush against a particular spot in her that made her quiver from the intense gratification. She tightened her arms around him as her voice grew louder in ecstasy.

“Alfonse, there…!” She gasped.

He quickly obliged, pinning both her legs against the wall behind her and slamming into her with a fervor he forgot he even had. His body clung to hers as his lips crashed against her own, the delectable sounds they both made being muffled by the kiss. There was so much overwhelming pleasure coming from many sources, that they could both feel themselves inching closer towards their rapturous peaks.

Kiran soon wrapped her trembling legs around Alfonse’s waist, allowing him to slide a hand down between the two of them. She tightened around him when she felt his thumb press against her throbbing clit, her fingers digging into the fabric of his robe as he rubbed it at a pace matching his thrusts. He could feel her hot core twitching against his cock, and her breathless whines tickled his ear. The pressure built up in her veins and and left her desperate for her release. Once it came to her, her mind went blank as she cried out her love’s name, the hot electricity coursing through her body and making her shake in ways only he was capable of making her do so.

The prince was not too far behind, continuing to slam into her with vigor. Kiran moved to plant a soft kiss at his jaw, sliding a warm hand down his chest. From there, it was all over for him. A sharp gasp shot from his lips as his length twitched against her core and his hot seed spilled into her. He knew she was taking herbs and that she would get spells from the healers as an extra precaution, so he wasn’t worried about anything coming of this.

As soon as he pulled out of her, he wrapped his arms around her shaking torso. She rested her head on his shoulder as she returned his embrace, stroking his back with her thumb. More cheers erupted from outside, catching their attention as they stared at the wall between them and the festival.

“We missed the transition into the new year, didn’t we?” Alfonse quietly chuckled.

“Who gives a shit?” Kiran asked him.

She picked her head up, staring into his ocean blue eyes before closing her brown ones. She stood on her toes to reach up and capture his lips with her own. This kiss was a much more gentle one, as they were both rather spent from everything just moments before. Upon pulling away, Kiran sank back into her boyfriend’s arms.

“We celebrated with each other. That’s all I could ask for.” She gushed with a smile on her face.

“Agreed.” Alfonse replied. “We will go back out and join everyone else when we’re ready. For now, let’s just enjoy this time together.”

#writing #lemon #fire emblem #fire emblem heroes #alfonse #kiran #f!kiran #kiralfonse #my summoner #bouqfonse #fanfic #new year

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AU I can’t think of a title for part 4

Alfonse learns a bit about this new world around him.

As Kiran opened the door to hers and Julian’s apartment, she could hear Rascal’s footsteps eagerly charging towards them. His tail wagged with vigor as he ran up to Alfonse and began to sniff him, the prince laughing at his enthusiasm as he pet the top of the retriever’s head.

“Oh yeah, that’s Rascal.” Julian told him. “As you probably figured out, he loves to meet new people. I apologize in advance if he gets too excited.”

“I don’t mind at all.” Alfonse assured him, moving his hand behind Rascal’s ear and gently scratching there. “I was never allowed any pets growing up, so this is nice.”

As soon as he moved his hand away from the dog’s ear, Rascal began to lick the back of it. He followed the group as they ventured across the apartment, the siblings giving their new roommate a general tour of the vicinity.

“It might just look like a couch at first, but if you do this...” Kiran explained in the living room as she reached over the couch, pushing the cushions over and flipping them until they resembled a mattress. “Pretty nifty, huh?” She smiled.

“Quite so.” Alfonse replied, in awe that such a thing was possible in this world.

“Not all the couches here can do that, but we recently got one that does in case any of our friends would be spending the night. Since you’ll be here for longer than that, you need it more than they do.” She jested. “So, I would imagine after lying in the dirt and subsequently being in the hospital overnight, you want to bathe.”

“Oh, yes. The healers… er, doctors, never really gave me a chance to do so.”

“All right then. I’ve worked up quite an appetite, so Julian, why don’t you go show him how the shower works while I get us some food?”

Kiran then stepped out of the apartment, leaving Alfonse to follow Julian into the bathroom, with Rascal not far behind them. The dark haired man approached the curtain, pushing it aside to reveal a faucet high on the wall, just a few inches below the ceiling. Below that, there were two knobs, leaving the prince confused. Wouldn’t it only need one? The advancements of this world were rather bewildering to him, no matter how much more convenient they were.

“The one on the left is for hot water, while the one on the right is for cold water.” Julian explained. Ah, that would make a lot of sense. “Turn both of them until you get a temperature you’re comfortable with. Use whichever soap and shampoo you’d like.”

“I think I get it. Thank you.” Alfonse responded graciously.

“No prob, man. Towels are in this closet right here.” Julian told him, patting his hand on another door within the room before stepping out and patting on his leg, his eyes now on the dog. “Come on, buddy! Let’s give him some privacy.”

Rascal promptly stood from the floor, following him out of the bathroom as Alfonse went to close the door. He turned his attention back to the interesting contraption before him, reaching out to the left knob and turning it and watching as water began to shoot out from the faucet above. He ran his hand under it to test the temperature, immediately retracting it when he felt how hot it was and turning the right knob to help cool it a little.

Once the water felt nice enough, he stepped back to undress himself, letting the articles of clothing fall to the floor as he moved towards the shower. A relaxed sigh escaped his lips at the feeling of the warm water raining down on his body. Moments later, he grit his teeth at the slight stinging he felt at the water and soap on the wound upon his shoulder, grimacing while scrubbing at it as gently as he could. Eventually, he got used to the pain, allowing himself to wash the rest of his body and his hair. After stepping out of the shower and drying himself off, he heard a knock on the door, prompting him to wrap a towel around his waist and crack the door open slightly.

“Figured you wanted some clean clothes.” He heard Julian speak from behind the door, holding his arms out in between the gap with said items.

“Ah, that would be appreciated.” Alfonse replied, taking the pile and closing the door again. “Now, where might I be able to locate some medical supplies?”

“Cabinet to the left of the mirror.” Julian answered.

The prince opened the cabinet that was mentioned, grabbing what he needed to bandage his wounds. He then threw on the new pile of clothing, and like the previous set, these were also a bit large on him. However, they were certainly more comfortable.

Upon exiting the bathroom, Alfonse made his way back to the living room, finding Julian and Rascal sitting on the other couch together, the dog’s chin resting on his lap. They appeared to be staring at a large rectangle in the front of the room; one that had…. people talking to each other in it? They didn’t look as though they were trapped inside or desperate to get out, nor did Julian look concerned for them.

“Do… do those people live in there?” He questioned.

“What, in the TV? Don’t worry, they don’t.” Julian chuckled in response. “Those are actors on a show.”

“A show?”

“Shows are a lot like plays, except you don’t have to go to a theater to watch them. Movies are like that too, although there are some theaters with a much bigger screen you can watch them in.” He explained to the prince.

“How fascinating…” Alfonse marveled. He was looking to learn more, but just before he could ask any further questions, the door to the apartment opened, with Kiran stepping back in.

She appeared to be carrying two short, yet wide boxes in her arms. When she set them down on the counter in the kitchen, she opened one to reveal its contents: a warm, giant circle of bread that was topped with a red sauce as well as melted cheese. It looked to be cut into eight triangles, and it had a nice, fresh scent to it. When he asked her about it, she called it pizza. She pulled one of the slices, setting it on a plate and handing it to the prince.

“It might need a few minutes to cool off, but trust me, it is delicious.” She told him. She then went to grab a slice of her own, promptly picking it up and biting down on it. Her eyes widened as she quickly took it out and set it back on the plate. “Oh yeah, it definitely needs to cool off first.”

Alfonse’s mouth curled into a smile he couldn’t fight in response, and he brought his broken hand up to cover it in an attempt to hold back his laughter. He truly felt bad that she now had a burned mouth, but she did bring it on herself with her lack of patience. However, she knew this as well, which allowed her to laugh alongside him.

The rest of the day was rather uneventful. This “pizza” that the siblings introduced him to turned out to be just as tasty as Kiran had described, if not more so. They both enthusiastically answered any questions he had about the ways of this new world, and it surprised him to see their patience and willingness to explain the things he didn’t understand.

As the day progressed into night, he felt drowsiness overtaking him, and the same could be said for Kiran and Julian as well. Neither of them made it back to their rooms before they fell victim to their own fatigue. Kiran curled into the other couch in the living room, snuggling the pillow underneath her head, while Julian was flat on his back on the floor, the both of them deep in their slumber.

Alfonse was too for a while, until he was woken up by the feeling of something wet on his face. He went to wipe at it when he realized his eyes were the source of it. Had he been crying in his sleep? He supposed it would make sense if he was. After all, even with how welcoming and kind Kiran and Julian had been towards him, this was still a world that he was completely unheard of to him, and he was stuck in it for the foreseeable future. All he had in this world was himself, and these two generous strangers that he didn’t want to burden with these feelings. More silent tears flooded from his eyes, and he promptly wiped those away as well when he suddenly felt a shift in the weight on the bed.

He couldn’t quite tell with how dark it was, but it looked as though Rascal was resting his chin on the other side of the mattress. Alfonse reached his hand out to pet the top of his head, and was greeted with the dog climbing up next to him, lying down as he licked the tip of the prince’s nose. He simply chuckled as he stroked the fur on Rascal’s back, then gently patting his side. The prince fell back asleep shortly afterwards, and he rose the next morning to find the dog still by his side, sleeping by his feet. He warmly smiled at the animal, letting him lay there in order to not disturb his slumber.

#writing #fire emblem #fire emblem heroes #alfonse #kiran #f!kiran #kiralfonse #modern au

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Sunrise (Mild 🔞)

Alfonse’s birthday awaits, and his wish is to lay just lay in bed with you.

Your eyes slowly opened, blinking a few times as you greeted a new morning. The rising sun peeked through your window, illuminating the room rather beautifully. A hot summer day awaited you later on, but for now, there was a comfortably warm air flowing through the room. As you were taking it all in, you felt a pair of strong arms pulling you in closer. You turned your head to find Alfonse still sound asleep, giggling at the rare instance that you were awake before him.

Although, he did have you to thank for that. The previous night was the eve of his birthday, and with that came many hours of passionate intimacy as an early present. All of your clothes, as well as all of his, were still scattered across the floor, the articles thrown in various places in the midst of last night’s heated frenzy.

A small blush rose to your cheeks as you recalled the events, from the two of you rushing to get to the door to you shoving him against a wall as your lips crashed together feverishly. The delightful sounds you both made as you explored each other upon stripping away every layer that was in the way. How you found each other trembling numerous times throughout the night with each climax that coursed through your veins. It wasn’t your first time together by any means, but that didn’t make it any less gratifying.

“Mmmrph…. love…?” You heard him mumble, his eyes fluttering open after a few moments. You turned your body to face his, a warm smile painted on your face.

“Good morning, handsome.” You whispered in response, caressing his face with one hand and giving him a sweet peck on the tip of his nose. “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you.” He smiled, the sight of which made your heart swell with joy. In the time you knew him, you saw him go through his fair share of struggles, so any time he showed happiness, it made you happy as well.

There was a comfortable silence between the two of you shortly after awakening. You used that silence to study how effortlessly exquisite he looked laying beside you. The way the sun seemed to emphasize how beautiful he truly was, inside and out. Goosebumps trailed across your skin as he ran his fingers along the small of your back, taking in your own beauty.

“We have the entire day to ourselves, so what do you want to do?” You broke the silence to ask him. You leaned in closer to the prince, the tip of your finger trailing down his arm as you gave a flirtatious smirk. “If you’d like, we could pick up where we left off last night. We are both still naked, after all.”

“That would be nice… later on.” Alfonse softly replied. “For now, all I want is for us to relax in each other’s arms.”

“As you wish,my prince.” You warmly smiled, leaning your head on his shoulder and wrapping your arms around his torso.

The prince pulled you closer into his embrace, tenderly pressing his lips to your forehead. You let out a content sigh, resting a hand on his chest as you nuzzled your face against the crook of his neck. There was something so intimate about having your skin against his in a non-sexual manner, and it was truly amazing to feel so close to him. That comfortable silence returned, the only sound you could hear being Alfonse’s heartbeat as well as your own, and you couldn’t think of a better way to greet the morning of such a special day for him.

“I love you… and I’m ever so grateful to share this day with you.” Alfonse whispered, stroking your shoulder with his thumb.

“Of course.” You warmly replied, looking up at him. “I love you too, birthday boy.”

#mild lemon #fire emblem #fire emblem heroes #alfonse #kiran #kiralfonse #writing #birthday #reader insert #fluff

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AU I can’t think of a title for part 3

Kiran and her brother learn more about how Alfonse ended up where he is.

The car ride over to the hospital the following morning was a rather quiet one. Partially because the minute Kiran stepped into the passenger seat and buckled up, she fell back asleep. All Julian could do once he noticed was quietly chuckle. She truly was his sister. Upon pulling into the parking lot, he nudged her shoulder, letting her know they had arrived.

“I wanna talk to you about something before we go in there.” He spoke.

“Ohhhhh my god, yes, I let Rascal finish off the peanut butter jarrr.” Kiran slurred in her still drowsy state. “It’s supposed to be good for him!”

“...I already knew all of that, and it’s not about that.” He corrected her. “It’s about him… Alfonse, I think it was?”

Kiran raised her brows at that name, picking her head up to hear what her brother had to say.

“Remember how he said he doesn’t know where he’s going once he’s discharged?”

“Yeah, what about it?” Kiran inquired in response.

“He probably isn’t familiar with anyone other than us here, so I was thinking…”

“He could stay with us?” She answered for him.

“Exactly.” He confirmed. “He could sleep on the pull out couch we got recently, and we definitely have enough food for another person. Plus, I’m sure Rascal would love having someone around to hang out with him when we’re at work.”

“Maybe so, but do you think we can afford a third person?” She brought up. “There’s only a few weeks of school left, and I haven’t been getting any inquiries for pictures so after that, I have no source of income until school starts back up.”

“With the raise I just got? Yeah, we have nothing to worry about.” Julian assured her.

In truth, Kiran wasn’t sure she was entirely convinced, but for now, she would take his word for it. The two exited the car, stepping into the hospital. When they reached Alfonse’s room, they saw that he was out of his bed and walking around, which was certainly a good sign. When he noticed the two standing in the doorway, he gave a warm smile.

“Brought you some stuff to wear.” Julian greeted him, handing him the stack of clothing. “They might be a little big on you, but they’re something.”

Alfonse certainly didn’t doubt that. While the prince did have some muscle to him from all of the training it took to join the Order of Heroes, Julian looked as though he had been training his entire life with how burly he was. However, he knew his own clothes were too tattered and torn up to wear, so he was grateful for the man’s generosity.

“Thank you.” Alfonse replied. “Would you allow me some privacy while I change into them?”

“Oh, of course! We’ll be here when you’re ready.” Kiran said.

The two siblings watched as the blue haired man stepped into the bathroom connected to his room, closing the door behind him. After a few moments, he re-emerged in the clothes. As expected, they fit a bit loosely on his body, the collar of the shirt being more low cut than it would’ve been on Julian; and while the pants managed to stay intact without Alfonse having to hold them up, they were rather baggy around his legs.

“Well, getting dressed is certainly a little more difficult with one hand…” He joked. “Now, I believe I owe the two of you my life story.”

“I wouldn’t necessarily say you owe us anything.” Kiran responded. “Although if you’re comfortable with telling us, we would like to know more about you.”

“Very well.” Alfonse decided, seating himself at the edge of the bed. “My home is… rather different from this place. In the short time I’ve been here, I can already tell this world is much more advanced than my own. I… I am a prince from a land known as Askr, on the continent of Zenith.”

Julian and Kiran continued to listen to the prince as he explained his origins. They had never heard of the places he spoke of, but with the way he detailed everything without much hesitation, they could tell it wasn’t something he was just randomly fabricating. In addition, he didn’t have much reason to lie in the first place.

“I was in the middle of a battlefield when all of the things from yesterday occurred. I was blindsided by someone’s attack, and I thought my death was certain. If not by someone else’s hand, then by the lightning strike. And yet…”

“It brought you here.” Julian finished that thought for him.

“I’ve never known something like it to be possible, but I can’t think of any other conclusion.” Alfonse stated. “Back home, I had the ability to open gates to numerous worlds as needed, but this world… it’s vastly different from anything I’ve ever seen before. Even with the advancements within it, I’m not so sure such a thing is possible.”

“Why not?” Kiran questioned. “Do you have to be in a specific place to open a gate?”

“Yes.” Alfonse answered her. “It isn’t as simple as opening it in any given location. At least, not in such unfamiliar territory… I don’t suppose either of you know where I could go to open a gate in this world?”

“We… we don’t.” Kiran bluntly replied. “But we can try to figure it out!”

“In the meantime, you can stay with us.” Julian offered. “Our space is kinda tiny compared to your home, but it’s still a decent place.”

“It wouldn’t be a burden for you?” Alfonse asked.

“Dude, no way. What would be a burden is leaving you to fend for yourself when you don’t know anything about your surroundings.”

“Oh, thank you!” The prince graciously accepted, shaking hands with the siblings. They both chuckled at his enthusiasm, making him quietly laugh as well.

#writing #fire emblem #fire emblem heroes #alfonse #kiran #f!kiran #kiralfonse #fanfic #modern au

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A Sweet Treat

Roy and Lilina discover ice cream, and have some fun with it.

The sun was bright and the sky was clear, breathtaking blue on a warm summer day for the Order. As such, the summoner used this to their advantage, and gave everyone a day off from training to travel the beach and make the most of the beautiful weather. Some played in the ocean, while others took to building some sandcastles. Lilina, however, decided she was happiest just sitting under a tree while she took in the scenery of it all.

In her hands was a rather interesting concoction from the summoner's world. It was cold on her tongue when went to taste it, but it was also very sweet. Ice cream, she believed they called it? Whatever it was, she was thoroughly enjoying it, and she made a mental note to get a recipe from them later on.

She furrowed her brows in curiosity when she felt a hand on the top of her head. She looked up to find Roy, a longtime dear friend to her, standing above her. His hair was a somewhat darker shade of red from how soaked it was, little droplets falling down and landing on the sand. The rest of his body had drips cascading down it as well, perhaps from some time in the ocean with Fae.

“Want some company?” He smiled down at her.

“If it’s your company, that would be wonderful.” She responded, watching as he sat down beside her. “I take it Fae talked you into swimming with her?”

“Both her and that small girl from Nifl.” He chuckled. “They seem to be getting along rather well. It’s great to see her making some new friends.”

The pair exchanged words over various topics, from how their training was going to the activities they witnessed the other heroes partaking in. Eventually they came to the subject of the cold, creamy treat that Lilina was consuming. She described it to Roy how the summoner described it to her, and it left him intrigued.

“Do you think I could try some of it?” He asked. She nodded her head in response, holding the cone out in front of him.

As he stuck his tongue out to taste the concoction, a humorous thought entered Lilina’s mind. With a sly grin on her lips, she shoved the ice cream in Roy’s face, watching eyes widen and hearing him let out a small gasp from the surprise. When she pulled back the treat, she saw that some of it was coated around his mouth and a little on the bottom of his nose, resembling a beard made of the ice cream.

“Oh… I think you got some on your face.” She informed him, feigning innocence and unable to fight back her laughter.

“I suppose I do.” He replied. “Although soon I won’t be the only one.”

Before she could ask him what he meant, he took ahold of her wrist, pushing it near her face as her cheek got covered in the cold treat. She yelped at the feeling, but was quickly giggling all over again as she attempted to push some on his own cheek. Roy promptly stood up, trying to run away and laughing as Lilina stood as well, chasing after him.

#writing #fire emblem #fire emblem heroes #fe6 #roy #lilina #roylili #roylili day #this is completely sfw btw