Based on a semi-recent event in Fire Emblem; Heroes (this was around when I got my ideas for this week). Marth and Brave Eirika are there because Tara Platt, Yuri Lowenthal and Kira Buckland are three of the nicest people on Twitter. I might be getting the box to send my laptop in for fan repairs today, so the other three will get posted today if that happens.
Edelgard,
clad in her golden Empress armor, was standing on another battlefield with her
beloved, Byleth, at her side. Near them
was Eirika, a princess on a horse with her teal hair in a ponytail, and Marth,
a legendary hero-king, though his young looks suggested he was merely beginning
his long journey as Prince of Altea when he had been summoned. A blonde Princess named Fjorm had asked them
to help her and her divine dragon slay their ultimate rival, the dragon
Muspell, deity of the Kingdom of Flame and responsible for the warlord Surtr
and his daughters Laejarn and Laevetein.
Muspell,
a behemoth of a man covered in flames, stood in the center of the room. Unsettling for Edelgard and Byleth, a
familiar green-haired wyvern rider with a chinstrap beard and a blonde Knight
of Seiros stood to his left and right, respectively. He had resurrected Seteth and either freed
Catherine from the dungeon, or both of them were from an alternate Fodlan. A young green-haired mage named Nino also
stood nearby, as did a dark-haired swordsman named Navarre.
“Byleth,
you’re in charge, what do we do?” asked Edelgard.
“You
handle Seteth, like you did when he attacked Garreg Mach.” Replied Byleth. “I shall deal with Catherine. Eirika, you attack Nino and Marth, you fight
Navarre, we will then deal with Muspell.”
The other three nodded and headed forth.
Seteth struck Edelgard with his lance, but it had no effect on her
armor. She responded with her mighty
axe, defeating Seteth with one stroke.
Catherine swung at Byleth, who blocked the sword with her own.
“Why do
you defend that-that usurper?!” asked Catherine as she swung again, Byleth
blocking before lashing out again, striking Catherine. “You could’ve been a great Knight of Seiros,
perhaps even a Saint of the Goddess!”
“I don’t
need glory; I need to make a hurting heart feel better.” Replied Byleth firmly.
Catherine yelled and swung at Byleth
once more, her blocking once last time.
“Allow me to demonstrate!” she cried out, swinging mightily. She broke Catherine’s sword in half,
defeating her with the sword strike. Nino
struck Eirika with wind spells. Eirika’s
horse leapt, getting her in close.
“I will
be your lance!” she cried out, striking Nino with the weapon, defeating
him. Marth and Navarre parried each
sword lunge to each other, much as Byleth and Catherine had done, neither
seeming to gain ground.
“You’re
good.” Panted Marth.
“So are
you, perhaps in another world, I’d be willing to help your quest.” Replied
Navarre. “But here, I serve
Muspell!” Byleth arrived, slashing
Navarre with her sword, defeating him.
“Looked
like you could use a hand.” She said.
“I
appreciate it.” Marth replied with a smile.
The two approached Muspell, who turned into a ferocious, flaming
dragon! Edelgard stood before him, her
armor helping her withstand his flaming breath as she assaulted his face with
her axe. Byleth ran in and stabbed the
dragon in the side, Edelgard slashing once more to the front.
“Ungh,
absurd…” Muspell groaned as he fell to the ground in defeat. Edelgard and Byleth hugged, Marth and Eirika
deciding to give the two their space.
Hours later, the two sat together, cozying by campfire. Edelgard and Byleth were very happy with each
other and felt a strong need to be together.
Resting together, the two wives kissed each other’s cheek in turn, Marth
and Eirika watching at a respectful distance as Edelgard and Byleth smiled in
each other’s warm embrace.
The End
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