Fire Emblem Guys, Gals, and NonBinary Pals x Reader Oneshots

Spirit Dusts & Secret Books [Henry x Male!Reader]

It's been twenty chapters so I'm obligated by being a thirsty bastard to write for him. I love this man so much I'm so fucking gay.

STORYTIME!

You were stranded in a dead forest of black, leafless trees. You didn't mind, the crunch of the sticks and dead leafs on the floor providing sound in the silent air as the smell of rain lingers. You weren't a pussy. You were a man who could appreciate night and the serenity that comes with it. Sometimes you got to get away from the calamity that comes with being a member of this damned Shepards. But it's bettee than being stuck in the deserts of Plegia that's for sure. You prefer it here.

But you didn't come to this forest for a reason. This place was creepy, and there were rumors in both the town and the army that there was some sort of treasure to be hidden in the center of this forest and there is an ancient structure, a witch's hut if you will, in the center. The thought of an adventure, and one that could further your own sorcerous abilities, it excited you. You wanted to find this treasure.

"Leaving without me on an adventure, aren't you? Nya ha you're no fun (name)."

You didn't jump upon hearing the familiar boy's voice. You knew Henry from a long time ago. You simply smiled, turned one hundred eighty degrees, and looked up in the tree he was resting in. He had a crow perched on his slender index finger and dozens more in that tree and in the two adjacent to it. You and Henry used to go to a similar mage's school, however you never really spoke. You'd pass notes sometimes during class, making morbid jokes, but you got suspended after taking the blame for one of Henry's outbursts that killed thee other children.

"I figured you'd follow me if you wanted to come. It's newrly midnight, we need to get to this little witch's hut and be back at camp for sunrise."

"Ooh! Sounds like a challenge! Nya ha! I'm so in!"

Henry jumped down from the tree, no problem. He was always built like a twink, so you always wondered how he never broke his bones. Perhaps it was a fortification hex on his body? It could be, you never know. The crowd all swarmed around him, checking if he was alright after the willing fall, then they dispersed as he sprang up and skipped over to your side. He snickered, grabbing your arm as a court woman would her suitor.

"And guess what, I know where we need to go! The crows showed me the way! It's kinda far, so whaddya say we do a little hex as we walk?"

Clever Bastard, thinking ahead of you. He really wanted to try this da,n hex didn't he? You never minded. Anything that gives you more understanding on magic and furthers your abilities makes you happy. You were a man built on pride. You always want to be the very best. You gave him a nod of affirmation and he beamed a smile that rivaled the moonlight. Henry skipped ahead in the direction you both were supposed to go and you followed, watching him and keeping yourself at a steady walking pace.

Henry picked up a few stones from the ground, crushing them in his hand with ease. He took the dust of the stones and held it in his left palm, using his right hand to grab another stone from his pocket. This stone was crystallized, a perfect pure white. He crushed that, too, we thought it was nothing but clumped together sugar. He took a small glass bottle he seemed to be hiding in a  chest pocket and poured the dust into it. He turned back to you, grinning in anticipation.

"Okay! I'm gonna need a little bit of your blood and some water! Nya ha this is going to be so amazing!"

You shrugged, not minding. This is Henry. You took a small dagger you keep on yourself st lol times for protection and slit a cut in your wrist, far from a vein so it wouldn't kill you but enough to get s good amount of blood going. Not finding the stinging of the wound bothersome, you squeezed the blood into Henry's bottle. Then you got a small cantine of water you brought and poured a small bit into his bottle. Henry hummed in delight, spat in the bottle and then downed it. You didn't question it. Everything required for a hex is symbolic and has some sore of quality. This was quite tame. You've seen hexes that require the semen of one woth dragon blood before. ...Don't ask.