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it's a beautiful night, looking for something dumb to do by enamuko
Fandoms: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses
13 Nov 2019
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Linhardt tells Caspar about a letter he's received from his father, and reminds him of a promise they made when they were children.
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- Part 6 of Casphardt Week
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13 Nov 2019
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Feel the Fever by astrospecial
Fandoms: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses
29 Oct 2019
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Caspar helps Linhardt with his first heat.
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13 Nov 2019
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When The Moon Reaches For The Stars by ValueVices
Fandoms: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses
15 Nov 2019
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Finally reunited after five years apart, Caspar and Linhardt struggle with their feelings for each other in the face of the war.
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- Part 4 of Signs of Love
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09 Nov 2019
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Deicide by venomousOctopus
Fandoms: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses
12 Oct 2019
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"To see what you're not allowed to see, to do what you're not allowed to do: the duality of unbidden guilt and the rush of exhilaration in reaching for something immoral. I read about such an effect in one of the books father had banned, once"
Ferdinand laughed, a hollow sound, so devoid of the bloom it had held for nearly a century. "Would you call our act a childish rebellion then, Linhardt?"
"Not mine, I have my reasons. I don't even know what you're doing."
"Sometimes I wonder myself. To turn your blade against the Goddess is the most immoral act one can commit, so tell me, is it more immoral to turn against the heavens, or your own family?"
Linhardt gave a wry smile. "We have the unfortunate situation of doing both at once, don't we?"
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31 Oct 2019
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Blood on his hands.
Here’s the thing. Linhardt would have preferred it far, far more if his spell had been a proper one—just thunder, just electricity, just something to shut that boy’s mouth up quick and fast. It shouldn’t even leave a mark, just a little spark and sizzle, not enough for him to cry to his father but enough to make him run away squealing. Definitely enough to wipe the sneer off his face, and enough to stop him from ever again saying the second son of House Bergliez was stupid.
But there had been something hot, something terrible, something frightening making Linhardt’s hands shake, blurring his vision, and then suddenly there was a zigzag jolt of solidified lightning cracking through the air and plunging into the boy’s arm.
A scream—a long, drawn-out, terrifying sound—and blood on Linhardt’s hands, bright red splattered across his pale, trembling palms.
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29 Oct 2019