#fe friday

anon asked: “Hi I saw your requests are open for FEH, so I was wondering if I could request a jealous Spring Alfonse with a rabbit loving Summoner who's just enamored with the Spring dressed heros and Alfonse just wants the Summoner's attention 👀👀👀”

a/n: ABSOLUTELY he is my best boy y’all dont even know!!!!!!!!!!! --mod touko

alfonse did not want to dress up for the spring festival. and so he didn’t, the first year at least. however, his mind was changed after he saw you cling onto camilla and pet chrom’s bunny ears, cooing about how cute they all looked. he doesn’t have time to get a costume for this year, but next year...

sharena is the one who suggests it, much to his relief. he wouldn’t have to go through the embarrassment of admitting that he wanted to dress like a bunny so that you would call him cute. anna seems to know, with the way he’s staring at you as you dote on lucina and xander, and unbuttons one more button on his vest before winking and telling him to “go get ‘em!”.

once you notice him, you’re squealing and commenting on how cute he looks, asking him to bend down so you can pet his ears. alfonse is still a bit nervous, as he’s not used to being this... exposed, but with your compliments and touches his embarrassment shifts less to his outfit and more to the fact that you’re so close to him. so close that he’s almost able to say what he needs to, but then you see catria, and immediately dart over to her.

he’s pouting as once again as he’s watching from afar. alfonse understands that you have to work to get closer to all the heroes, but sometimes he misses the simple days of it being just him, sharena, anna, and you. but, he was intent on getting your attention. was it the spring heat that put him in such a needy mood? that he didn’t know.

alfonse, never one to be forward, approaches you and stands by your side, diverting your attention from catria and kagero, who you had also pulled over to gawk at. he clears his throat, and you focus on him with bright eyes, and alfonse suddenly loses his train of thought. luckily, you seem to know what he wants (a few years of being his closest confidant and more recently, his s/o, have let you know almost all of his inner thoughts). 

anon asked: “CONGRATS ON SO MANY FOLLOWERS MODS :OOO and nooooWWW time for an angsty request bc we all love sad headcanons! headcanons for what if the summoner gets into an accident that causes her to lose all memories? in particular, how do the main fe lords (you can choose which lords to write for!) react when the summoner doesnt remember them, especially when they were planning to confess to her before she lost her memories?”

a/n: there’s so many fe lords i chose to stick w my faves and go w chrom, alf, & marth !!!!! my blueberry boys!!!! --mod touko

chrom:

when you first lose your memories, he’s in shock. it must be some sort of cosmic joke that another one of the people in his life just so happened to lose their memories. but, he’s nothing but optimistic, and he doesn’t let it bother him for long. 

of course he’s disappointed that you don’t remember him. it took him a while to accept that you’re not playing some sort of joke on him. but he’s more worried about you getting better -- his feelings can wait. 

as someone who has been through this situation before, chrom is actually very good at handling it. he’s not a patient man in any sense of the word, but he is good at understanding and helping them get them back (if possible) and create new memories (if it’s not possible to get the old ones back!).

he’d probably introduce you to robin, because she’s been through the same experience! she’s good at talking you through things and helping you piece together little fragments you remember. chrom watches, and every time you remember something, whether it’s big or small, he gets so HAPPY when you come running to him to tell him what you remembered. 

alfonse:

is so utterly devastated when you lose your memories. it’s like he lost his best friend and he’s having to start over. on one end, he’s thankful that you’re alive, but he hates that this happened to you, out of all people. he would rather it have happened to him. 

he’s extremely patient. when you don’t recall an event that’s happened, he’s very quick to explain it in detail, no matter how long it takes. alfonse is pretty much at your side whenever he can be, trying desperately to help you remember something, anything. 

every little spark of memory excites him, and when you recall something big, he feels over the moon. sharena and anna often throw “summoner remembered something” parties in order to express how

he’s very bad at remembering boundaries. he has to remind himself that just because you and him used to sit close doesn’t mean he can do it now. alfonse almost breaks down the first time you lean your head against his shoulder at a war meeting because gods you used to do that almost every day. 

marth:

tries not to let things bother him for too long. he pushes aside all of the longing for you and turns it into helping you get those precious memories of yours back. you must be suffering far more than he, he tells himself.

he isn’t sure how to go about it, so he starts with telling you everything he remembers since you summoned him to askr. he recounts the stories all the way back of summoning your first legendary hero, to now when you were dealing with hel’s army. marth even leaves in the embarrassing stories about him getting wiped out by blue mages, just to see you laugh. it takes a while to tell the whole story, but your eyes light up every so often as you add in a fuzzy detail you remember. that’s the best feeling in the world to him.

sometimes, you find yourself getting frustrated that you can’t remember things, and he reassures you that everything will come back with time. and even if it doesn’t he’s sure that him and the rest of the heroes there will help you create much better memories. 

anon asked: “don't know if requests are open or not but... can i get the askr trio, Olivia and two other male heros of your choice reacting to the summoner spraining their ankle? big thanks in advance”

a/n: i chose inigo and bruno to add bc they are my BEST UNDERRATED BOYS!!! >:3 enjoy!! --mod touko

anna is relatively calm, because she’s used to much worse injuries from her dumbass order of heroes. she’s quick to call a healer for you so that you can get it fixed up reaaaal nice and quick. after it’s all good and better (but still tender), she’ll give you some of her fast healing cream to help you out! for free! take that as a sign anna really likes you. 

unlike anna, sharena is panicking, but in a more “how do i get the summoner to stop crying” type way. she’s quick to try and tell you jokes or funny stories about the heroes in hopes it cheers you up, as she hates to see you sad for any reason! holds your hand and helps you limp to the medical ward, where you get it healed up. sharena is crying tears of joy once mist tells you you’re all good to go, and gives you lots of kisses so you feel better. she treats you like you’ve just gotten back from the dead.

alfonse tries to keep a level head for the most part, but when it comes to you, his summoner, he just can’t. when he hears you crying because of your ankle, he’s quick to scoop you up in his arms and carry you all the way to the infirmary so you don’t have to be in pain anymore. he doesn’t know how to cheer you up, but he will definitely hold your hand while veronica uses her staves to heal you. scolds you afterwards for being careless, but still will carry you around the castle if your ankle feels tender. 

poor olivia is so scared when she sees you crying out in pain! she thinks it’s something serious, so she’s running around begging anyone for their help, as her s/o is injured. once she finally gets ahold of maribelle, she assures olivia that you’ll be fine, and gives you a potion that should make you feel better. after you take it, olivia holds your hands and falls into your chest, face on fire as she begs you not to scare her like that again!

inigo is a lot like his mother, if he sees you in pain, he assumes it’s something terrible. you tell him it’s just your ankle and you’ll be fine, but he isn’t having any of it, and so he has you climb on his back and escorts you to the infirmary. it’s embarrassing having so many people staring at the two of you, and he almost drops you because he’s so nervous. once you’re healed up, he makes sure to get you to smile for him, so he knows that you’re actually okay and not trying to hide the fact you’re in pain. of course, you look so cute he can’t help but steal a kiss... or two.

anon asked: “Hi! Can I get Alfonse and the summoner marrying, and what the wedding is like? Thanks!”

a/n: this is my formal apology for the alfonse angst !!! super fluff w the blueberry boy awh we love a happy ending! --mod touko

you two had gone through so much together: heroes from different universes, a shapeshifting dragon, the lord of flames and death itself. despite all you had lost, throughout all of your adventures together alfonse was the one person who kept you sane. so as soon as you chose to stay in askr instead of going back to your world, he knew what he had to do. he got down on one knee, holding up the ring that once belonged to his father, and asked you to marry him. (an answer you both already knew the answer to). he’s never been happier, as he picks you up into his arms and cries happily into your shoulder. 

it’s a big event! of course alfonse would have a small reception if he could chose, but it was a royal wedding. his mother was the his only parent who survived the war(s), and she along with anna helped get the whole thing put together (free of charge!). sharena proudly parades you around her new sibling and helps you pick out a design for your wedding attire. 

the two of them want to incorporate some of your world’s traditions too! anna and henriette sit you down and take tons of notes on all of your memories on weddings in your world. they particularly take to having a flower girl (ylgr is so excited to take this role!) and the wedding garter tradition (alfonse flusters so many shades of crimson when you tell him about it). 

alfonse is super nervous, double and triple checking on everything. he wants everything to be perfect for you. thankfully, your words of reassurance calm his mind. you’ll be fine as long as he’s there and happy, and he’s so grateful.

you didn’t have anyone to give you away, so you ask laegjarn to. she had been like an older sister figure to you since she joined your army, and she happily agreed to do so. during your wedding reception, she jokingly threatens the prince that if he hurts you, askr will be facing muspell’s army.

when alfonse first sees you enter the hall and walk down the aisle, his breath catches in his throat. he can’t believe this, doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve someone who looks (and acts) as angelic as you. once your hands are in his, he can’t hold back his tears any longer, whispering how much he loves you (you can hear sniffling from the crowd). 

once you’re pronounced prince/princess of askr, you throw yourself around alfonse, kissing him passionately, as the hall breaks into applause and people throwing rice and flower petals. 

@willowmum asked: “Aa hi mom could I get Hríd and Takumi (separately) with a S/O who gets seriously injured protecting them? I love angst oop (also I’m sorry if this is too vague? I don’t wanna like,, put a bunch of details into what I want just in case it makes u feel obligated or smth? Sorry I’m weird but I love y’all)”

a/n: i’m a sucker...... for these kinds of fics thank u sm my child!! 

ALSO: FOR ALL THOSE WHO CAN’T SUMMON HRID HOPEFULLY THIS BRINGS U LUCK!!! --mod touko

tw: light description of injury... nothing too serious tho

hríd:

it was all a blur. one minute you were across the battlefield, safe and where you were supposed to be, the next you were at his side, shielding him from a magic spell he was too slow to retaliate against. he panics, heart racing as he goes into overdrive taking out any enemy who dared near him at the moment. his mind is clouded with one thought -- get you to safety. 

he dismount quickly, racing to your side and calling for your name desperately. your thin robes provided little protection against the harsh magic of the blue mage. 

   ‘it is all your fault’, come his thoughts as pleads for a healer to come help. the rest of the battlefield is muted, an afterthought pushed to the back of his mind as he focuses on keeping you awake. 

   “please... please talk to me,” he begs, clutching the fabric of the cloak you always wore, where it once was white it was now stained by the char of electricity that had hit you. “[name]... you’re going to be okay, just stay with me!” despite your mind clouded by pain, you can feel his hands trembling as he tries to hold onto you, like if he let go you would slip through his fingers. you try to speak but it comes out so weak you don’t know if he can hear it. hríd’s icy blue eyes are wide with fear, as he pleads for you to stay with him. 

   you try so hard to stay with him, to focus on those eyes that you love so much, but instead you fall back into unconsciousness, your last thought being the hope that you get to see them again. 

he doesn’t sleep for however long you’re in the medical ward. he doesn’t know how long it’s been and he doesn’t care to know. the only thoughts that consume him are the promises he made to you to protect you, and how he failed in that duty. hríd doesn’t grieve, no, he hardly even looks alive, as he paces in front of the door, eyes cast to the floor as he prays for your safety. 

gunnthrá, fjorm, and ylgr often come visit him to make sure he’s eating but he always refuses their requests. gunnthrá knows that he’s punishing himself for his failures, just as he did when he failed to protect his family in his world. all she can do is bring him food and try to calm his racing thoughts. fjorm sits and watches her brother, silently keeping him company and reassuring him that he shouldn’t blame himself. ylgr tries to be chipper, but she often sniffles as she prays aloud for your safety. 

mist eventually comes out, telling hríd that you’re fine, you just need rest. hríd almost breaks right there, and gunnthrá pulls him into a hug. ylgr cries tears of happiness and latches onto fjorm, who is hardly keeping herself together too. mist insists that hríd can visit, but only for a few minutes. hríd thanks her for all her work, before rushing to your side.

you look a little worse for wear, but hríd thinks you’ve never been as beautiful -- eyes sleepily narrowed but full of life. he drops down to his knees by your cot, trying so hard to be strong, you needed him to be strong, but once you smile weakly up at him, he loses it. tears flow freely, as he kisses your hand over and over, reassuring himself that you were here and alive. 

   “i’m so sorry, love, it’s my fault...” he starts, and you use the hand he’s pressed up against his face to wipe his tears. “i should have protected you like i swore i would. i have failed not only my family but you as well”. 

   “no you didn’t,” you say, quiet as you were still weak from your injury. “hríd, it was my choice to protect you... you mean a lot to me, you know.” hríd is silent, gazing lovingly down at you, tears now dry, but guilt still heavy on his heart. he knew you would assure him it wasn’t his fault, as you always did, but there would always be a part of him that drove him to be stronger to protect his family. something that now included you. he couldn’t lose you again, he would die a thousand deaths to make sure you were happy and healthy.

   “and you mean... gods, you mean more to me than anything.” he places a kiss on each one of your knuckles. you look up and see his eyes, still beautiful, still bright, just tired. he must’ve worn himself out worrying. “just... we can talk more about this in the morning. let me stay here with you tonight? just to make sure... you’re here.” there’s a vulnerability in his voice that you know comes from losing those closest to him. you nod weakly, scooting over, and he joins you on your small bed. he’s careful not to move you, as to not strain your injuries, and he lays beside you, feeling the warmth of your body and smiling softly. 

   never again would he fail you.

takumi:

he’s desperate, nocking another arrow with unsteady hands as he sees the enemies start to near him, and more importantly you. forcing every thought but keeping you safe aside, he shoots down enemies like a man possessed. he’s so focused on those in front of him, he doesn’t realize there’s a sword knight sneaking up on him. before he can even react to it, the blade comes down and he braces himself for the hit. but it never comes.

and then he hears your cry, a horrifyingly shrill noise that cuts through his heart like no blade could. he doesn’t see you go down, instead, he reacts as he always does, shooting down whatever is causing him grief. the red enemy ends up with an arrow through his skull, collapsing beside you on the ground. takumi then rushes to your side, eyes scanning your limp body as he tries to think of something, anything to do. thankfully, veronica and maribelle are nearby, and they come to your aid. takumi, however, refuses to leave your side, and has to be taken away kicking and screaming by ares and minerva, so that the healers can escort you back to askr.     + he chokes back a sob, gods, there was so much blood. all because he wasn’t there to protect you.

in the days that follow, he doesn’t eat or sleep, his guilt consuming him from the inside out. he becomes more snippy, yelling at anyone who tries to comfort him because in his mind, he doesn’t deserve to be coddled. he should be the one half-dead in the medical tent because at least then you would be okay. ryoma and hinoka let him be, silently waiting with him in support of their brother. sakura makes him food and tries to get him to rest, but he, stubborn as he is, refuses.

   takumi’s heart thunders in his chest when he sees veronica exit the medical ward, a look of relief on her usually stoic face. she glances to all the heroes that wait in the hallway for news of your condition: takumi, of course, along with his siblings and the askr trio. 

   “they’re okay.” she says, and then glances to takumi, “i know they’ll want to see you so... i’ll allow it for a few minutes, but no longer than that.” he has to push back the urge to deny her request, as he didn’t think he deserved to even look at you, but his feet carry him inside the infirmary anyways. he sees you, weakly propped up on a few pillows on a cot in the corner, and he shatters. with each step, tears flow down his face. he kneels down beside you, and you smile weakly up at him. 

   ‘he doesn’t deserve your smile. you should be yelling at him because he couldn’t protect you.’

   “i’m sorry... i should’ve done my job and protected you.” you use your one hand that’s not in a sling to gently pet his hair. he takes your hand in his own and sobs into it, shoulders moving up and down as he lets out that he had been bottling up for the few days you had been in the medical ward. “forgive me, i don’t deserve you... your kindness.” 

   “oh takumi... don’t you see i was just protecting you.” you pet his cheeks, wiping away all the tears you can. his eyes are puffy from crying, and you wish you were strong enough to reach up and kiss him better. “just as you always do for me. gods know how many times you’ve ended up in here because of me.” you chuckle weakly, and he kisses the palm of your hand. 

   “ryoma could’ve protected you... so could’ve hinoka...” his voice is small as he voices his insecurities. you don’t know why he constantly compared himself to his older siblings, but that was apart of him that had been ingrained in him since he was younger. 

   “but i don’t want them, takumi... i want you.” you assure him, voice cracking from disuse. “i’d do anything to protect you because i love you. you deserve to be happy and healthy. and if that means me taking blows for you from time to time... well, so be it.” overwhelmed with emotions, he gently slings his arms around your neck, careful not to disturb your wounds, and sobs into your neck, occasionally whispering how much he doesn’t deserve you. 

anons asked: “Can i ask headcanon for hrid please nsfw and sfw” & “Can you do literally anything fluffy with hrid? I’ve been obsessed with this man ever since I saw his face”

a/n: hrid. my darling. love of my life? yes. writing this to put Big Legendary Hríd energy in the air i need to s-support him omg

sorry didn’t write n.sfw it’s no nut november i can’t tempt y’all like that..... once november is over tho i will def write some sin dw ;) --mod touko

when he first met you, there was something he was intrigued about. a lot of heroes say that you have an “otherworldly attraction” but hríd seems to notice it the most. he likes watching you from a distance, not wanting to disturb what you’re doing but also longing to know more about you. thankfully, that opportunity presents itself sooner than he expected…

you ask him to accompany you on your nightly report of the army, writing up the results of the previous battles and assessing what could’ve been done better. he’s puzzled by why you came to him for help, but he’s willing nonetheless.

   + he actually has a very keen eye for tactics. he’s not a genius like soren or saias is, but he does see things from the view of a soldier. it’s something you’re grateful for.

but as the weeks pass on, spending late nights after every battle together, you start to bond as friends. where hríd once seemed stiff, cold, and distant, you now know him to be the warm and kind-hearted prince gunnthrá had always described him as.

he worries over you on the battlefield. though you’re not defenseless by any means, you still aren’t as experienced as most of the army is. hríd takes great lengths to keep you by his side, often at great risk to himself.

hríd realizes he’s in love when the two of you are making your strolls around the castle, both tossing back and forth ideas of what you could’ve done better in the previous battle to prevent less injury to your allies, and he notices you shiver. it had gotten cold in askr (he hadn’t noticed, he’s used to the frigid weather of nifl), and he takes his cape off his shoulders and places it atop yours. it’s comical — the large cape easily swallows your smaller form, but you’re grateful nonetheless. you smile up at him, flushed crimson and he says: “i’m sorry, my arms are not very warm, but hopefully my cape helps a bit.”

   + oh shoot he just admitted he would cuddle with you oh what does this mean, hríd do you like them or something? (yes. he does. very much so).

he’s a very straightforward and honest guy, so when he realizes his feelings, he has to get them off of his chest. he invites you into the library where you two can be alone without risk of anyone interrupting.

he’s not nervous, really. he grabs your hand and tells you what you mean to him. when/if you reciprocate his feelings, he can’t help but pull you against his broad chest, placing a small kiss on your forehead.

   + “you warmed my cold heart like no one has before. i swear on all that i am to protect you forever and one day, with you at my side, we can lead nifl to a peaceful and prosperous future.”

hríd loves spoiling you. he’s a prince, so he can afford to buy you the things you want. you’re always nervous to accept his gifts because you don’t want him to think he has to get you things, but nope! he’s just a giver! when he has to get up early and (unwillingly) leave your side, there’s often flowers and/or a handwritten note with something along the lines of: “i hate to wake you because you looked so peaceful sleeping. i’ll be training if you need me when you wake, my love.”

actually tends to be affectionate in public. he likes to have an arm around your waist or your hand in his. your presence relaxes him a lot so when he can physically feel that you’re there, his stress melts away. 

big on cuddling! him and his sisters used to cuddle back in nifl during the extremely cold winter, so he does the same with you when it’s cold out. his body temperature is icy, so you often squeak when he puts a hand on your exposed skin. he’s a big big tease you can’t show him that his cold hands bother you or he will terrorize you at any given opportunity.

anon asked: “Can your write Hrid meeting his and Summoners future child” and “cccan we get a hríd future child prompt, please & thank u still haven't summoned ice ike but i'm tryin. maybe he'll come home if he sees our beautiful child”

a/n: this is my last push for y’all who don’t have ice prince.... hopefully he’ll come through !!! --mod touko

other future child fics: alfonse // sharena \ fjorm & gunnthra // loki \ michalis // shigure \ zelgius // chrom \ ike 

tagging @lunalove25 c;

   you had loki right where you wanted her, the trickster’s traps seeming easy compared to her usual dark magic she used to fool you and the order. it seemed like all was over, her magic rendered useless as lachesis uses her slow spell to keep her from simply darting away, as she always did.

   a cornered animal has the deadliest bite, or so they say.

anon asked: “I know FE requests are closed...but can we maybe have a little angsty thing about Alfonse's impending doom? Pwease? You're good with these things..”

a/n: LISTEN THIS IS SO GALAXY BRAIN IVE BEEN IN AN ANGST MOOD AND I SAW THIS AND ??? im screaming miss hel please give back my blueberry boy !!! please he is my husb i have children ,,,,

also this is def nothing canon i just really wanted to write angst but stil @ intsys hire me --mod touko

day one:

   you had not had enough time to process what was going on. in some strange way, it was like a fever dream. her words, cold and bitter as ice didn’t even seem to reach you. you were far away in your own thoughts, as you tried to push down any proof that your boyfriend was going to die. it wasn’t real, and you weren’t going to accept it. 

   and then he got sick.