5 Works by lamines
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past midnight by lamines for dabblingDilettante
Fandoms: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses
15 Jan 2021
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“I don’t think that was it,” she shook her head. “They were just… different, overall.”
Edelgard turned back around, as Hubert was staring at her. He must’ve heard the entire thing as well, there was no doubt. “Different, you say,” she whispered, and slowly got up from her seat.
“Different how, I wonder?”
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just like magic by lamines
Fandoms: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses
31 Oct 2020
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Two figures came into view, and Annette recognised one of them immediately - Claude was standing there, dressed up as a vampire. She could see the sharp fangs poking out of his half-open mouth. “Oh, Annette!”
And the person next to him was… well, she was the person Annette was looking for.
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your candle in the dark by lamines
Fandoms: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses
20 Aug 2020
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Ferdinand wished he knew how to reach out to him, how to ease his worries and solve his problems; but he was afraid of causing more problems in the end. The last thing he wanted was to make him feel worse than he already did. The last thing he wanted was to see him in such a bad mood.
If only he knew how to help.
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in the middle of everything by lamines
Fandoms: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses
28 Jun 2020
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She'd been reckless in one way or another before, but the war had completely unleashed her irritative side, shattering all of her boundaries and maybe even humanity. Had it been 5 years ago, she would've been imagining a world where no war existed, but now that she was involved heavily in this ugly, reckless war, she'd become ugly and reckless herself.
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white petals in my heart by lamines
Fandoms: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses
20 Jun 2020
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What was it that made her want to see Edelgard again? The way they chatted so easily, despite both being horrible conversationalists, maybe. Or the fact that she could find comfort in this stranger's awkwardness, her seriousness.
But here she was, once again; and unlike last time, it was her choice to be here.