Fire Emblem Oneshots

Alfonse x Reader || Path in Life

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-Alfonse's POV-

With the increasing number of new heroes being summoned each day, it was only natural to see their evident glory and legendary power. Each was as tremendously skilled as the last, each wielding powerful weapons, clever skills, and bravery mightier than anything else.

In comparison to warriors who had made it into the storybooks that made up my childhood, I was little to nothing. They all shone brighter than that of the very sun that hung gloriously in the sky. Victory was, without a doubt in my mind, certain with the swordsmen, mages, and even the thieves of the revered myths.

Of course, it was all made possible due to (Y/N), a girl who fell into our world by what appeared like pure chance.

While I had talent after years of training in my family's castle with special tutors, I didn't hold a candle to everyone else and was drastically falling behind. Even our Summoner — (Y/N), who didn't have a lick of experience in battle at all — could likely beat me, a prince whose origin means nothing to the heroes from places like Archanea, Jugdral, and Fodlan, where savoirs rising from the fray appear to be common occurrences.

I, on the other hand, am the one being replaced by these heroes. When I once held first place on the Summoner's teams, now stands many others — all glittering, sacred, and noble-like. One beaming Roy could stand in place for many other units combined.

For a while, I was fine standing on the sidelines for a bit. I'd certainly earned a break. But after seeing the amount of pure emotion (Y/N) had after summoning Hector and Nino and how she fussed over each's levels with such intent dedication and passion... I was reaching my breaking point. I was going to snap over my growing sense of overwhelming envy.

Sure, I paled in comparison. Alas, I still had one thought wriggling through my mind. Jealousy. The guilt that came after it was immense, but I couldn't stop myself from challenging (Y/N)'s new favorite to a duel.

"Hector! Give me the honor of sparring with you!" I demanded earnestly, my gaze steady with uncalled-for brashness and my sword — Folkvangr — already unsheathed, ready to fight.

His plated armor, nearly larger than life, clanked loudly as he turned to face me. Hector's broad grin never left his face, and, eager to speak his mind as always, shouted, "Of course, little one! I'm always up for a good match!"

"I thank you, Hector." I return as a formality, grip tightening on my blade.

The shining axe at his side was larger than anything I'd ever even want to attempt picking up, and yet this giant did with ease as if it were no more than a feather. After pushing his swirling cape aside, he gets into a ready position, not unlike me. "Then let us begin!"

If I could only win this one fight... I knew (Y/N) made her rounds just about this time of day, mid-afternoon. She would pass through the training camp in mere minutes, so I had to win as swiftly and impressively as I could.

-Your POV-

As I was heading towards the training grounds, hoping to help some heroes in their levels or merely chat for the fun of it, I was met with the clear, precise voice belonging to none other than Alfonse, the crown prince of this region, Askr.

A response, filled with boldness, was fired back at him. "Then let us begin!" That was likely Hector, from the depth and confidence that he flaunted with an obviously certain tone.

After I entered the main training area, I saw it devoid of any heroes actually honing their prowess and sharpening their weapon of choice... and were instead using their time to watch a brawl in the center. I duck through the small crowd that was forming to see the one-on-one between Alfonse and Hector, just as I had predicted previously.