Fire Emblem Oneshots

Rosado x Reader || Reunited

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As a healer traveling around Elyos, I usually didn't get too involved in the affairs of others. Nearly always, I kept to myself, healed the occasional fellow traveler, and then was on my way. Sure, I stopped by towns for supplies, but it was merely safer for me to not fight.

So why, oh why, was I amid a brawl between the recently risen Divine Dragon and a hoard of zombie-like men?

If it were any other situation, I wouldn't have hesitated to flee. It wasn't my fight. War wasn't invented yesterday, and I can't always play hero. That's for the more confident ones. Regardless, here I was, waving my staff around and healing everyone I could on one side of the battlefield.

When I was passing by the battle, I caught a glimpse of glittering aquamarine eyes, vibrant ribbons and excessive frills styled uniquely, and the bold sound of a laugh filled with daredevil glee.

Rosado.

I rushed in without another thought. I hadn't seen Rosado in years, ever since...

"Hey, watch out, girl. Get your head out of the clouds." A shrill, arrogant voice snaps me out of my thoughts. When I realized that one of the monsters had almost sliced me in two, I immediately turned to thank my savoir.

It was a girl, skillfully spinning a silver sword in her delicate hands like it was a baton and she was a cheerleader. But she didn't seem like she would cheer for anyone but herself.

"No need to thank me." Her smile was so fake I almost laughed. "Just watch out, I'm not saving you again. I'm far above you in strength and—"

"Goldmary! You watch out too!" I immediately looked up at the sound of Rosado's melodic voice — it was so familiar to me. He was riding his beloved wyvern, just like he always would, and his fashion had remained just as it did in our academy days.

The haughty girl, Goldmary, huffed, then rushed back into the fray with reckless conviction.

Once she left, Rosado leaped off his wyvern with a small grin, using his pet name for me as he greeted me. "(N/N)! Long time no see!"

Just as I was going to respond, I noticed the gashes running up and down his limbs and the crimson blood soaking his carefully selected outfit — all lace and pastel colors, as always. No amount of beaming from him could stop me as I fumbled for my healing staff. It was on its last use, but I hastily thrust it up to the sky, and a burst of light showered Rosado within seconds.

When the illumination faded, Rosado said, "You didn't have to, (N/N). But, truly and sadly, this isn't the place to talk. The Corrupted aren't hesitating now." One of the so-called Corrupted charged, and he tossed a javelin through its torso without a hiccup in his speech. "Talk later?"

"Right, yeah. See you." The first words I spoke to him in years, and that's what I went with. Super.

I can't even remember the last thing we said to each other either. It would've been... gosh, something at Elusia's prestigious academy — the same one the royals attended. We had so many classes together, I remember how we laughed for hours. And all the conversations we'd have. We'd draw together, although I was lacking in talent when compared to him. We'd dress each other up in the most frivolous things that were the height of trend.

But after problems in the village that I came from — it was unfortunately destroyed — I hadn't seen his face in so, so long. Far, far too long, if you were to ask me.

Now, we were both fighting side by side for our lives. It was a change of pace, but not entirely unpleasant. The fight was almost won, I realized, with a red- and blue-haired young man leading the charge with the refined strategies of a sage tactician.