83AN: Hello everyone! Kalacakra here again, back with a fresh new story for you. I haven't been playing FEH for all that long, but Veronica's character has really started to grow on me and I recently found out that she won the CYL earlier this year and that we might get a Brave version (and hopefully also a normal one?) soonish, which got me excited and got me to thinking about possible ideas for that. This fic was in large part inspired by the One Punch Man reference meme of Veronica and the Summoner, with the latter saying "What's with this sassy...lost child?" (just google "veronica fire emblem sassy child" or go to my profile for links to the pictures).
This is going to be a Summoner/Kiran x Veronica story. It's kind of a crack-fic I guess. I kind of wanted to work on my humour as that is probably my weakest skill out of writing overall. PlusIthinkshe'sjustadorableandIwanttohughertightandneverletgoandletherknowit'sallgoingtobeokayandprotectthatsmile.
Ahem. Also, people who are waiting for FEA:PoL, worry not! My main focus is on PoL, and the next chapter is almost ready. I've just never written combat and action before so that has taken me some time. It should be updated soon. This is just kind of a fun side project that I'll get to when I have time. I started this yesterday and finished today, so I don't intend to go too crazy deep with it.
And I also found this cute as all get out pic of Veronica in the Summoner's clothes (the cover pic) drawn by Aura ( aurapls on twitter) and I just knew I had to do this. Tiki in Robin's tactician robes and Veronica in the Summoner's are the two best pictures in the world.
Edited and updated this chapter a bit after some critiques on it being rushed (which it frankly kind of was) and rereading several times over myself.
Also, I think this might be the first Kiran x Veronica story ever?
Now, on to the story!
"What's With This Sassy…Lonely Princess?"
Chapter 1: Heroes in Battle, Heroes in Love
"Everyone, listen up. I've just gotten a report that Emblian soldiers are advancing on our kingdom!"
Commander Anna's words shook them out of their good mood from having freed a great warrior and her world from the clutches of Princess Veronica and the Emblian Empire. Saying goodbye to Minerva and her sister, the Askran royals, along with their commander and the newly-summoned "Great Hero"(!), one "Kiran", pulled forth from the mists between worlds by the divine relic Breidablik, rushed back to their home to safeguard it from the depredations of their mortal foes.
Upon exiting the portal, Kiran found himself on the outskirts of Askr, face to face with a petite young woman wearing a surly expression on her fair face. She was garbed in a black robe, which made for a stark contrast against her alabaster skin, finer than any porcelain. The thick, silvery-gray hair which fell like a waterfall from her head shimmered brilliantly in the day's light. Ornaments of gold bedecked her body, glimmering brightly against the black of her clothes; the crown which graced her head shone like the setting sun it resembled. From her back, a cape lined with rich crimson silk fluttered languidly in the light breeze, complementing her eyes, which, Kiran thought, as they walked closer towards her, were a rather becoming shade of red.
Behind her stood several soldiers. He could see at least two swordsmen, one of whom was atop a sturdy-looking horse, an archer, and another mounted unit, this one carrying a staff.
"Scurry, scurry little Heroes…Steal for me. Spread destruction. Kill all those who stand in your way. This kingdom must fall. Once it's gone, no one will oppose me. Every Hero, in every world– they'll all be mine. Every last one." Her smooth voice sent a shiver down Kiran's spine.
"We won't allow it, Princess Veronica. And I will personally never forgive this violation of my kingdom!" Alfonse barked out, sword drawn and pointing at her.
"Oh," she replied dully. "It's you. And after I went through all of that trouble to arrange your playdate."
"Now," she spoke, turning her piercing gaze on to Kiran. Her blood-red eyes gleamed with interest for the first time since he had seen her. "Who are you, stranger?"
Kiran stood there, finding himself losing himself in her vermillion eyes. Crystalline pools of ruby, shining in the dying light of the sun's rays peered back at him, and he felt himself falling further and further into their depths .
"…that silly relic. Then you must be the legendary summoner." She looked at the white-cloaked summoner before a small smirk graced her soft, pink, utterly-kissable lips. "…be the first to die. Oh…Xander!"
Kiran payed no attention the tall blonde swordsman riding up to Veronica's side, so enraptured was he by her appearance. It seemed they were talking about killing someone? Whatever. It was probably unimportant.
He heard Alfonse shout something about a Xander from the World of…Corn…Quest, was it? Sharena tried to reassure him that they would keep him safe from the Emblians and began to pull him to the back of the formation as the black-armoured knight rode back from where he came, presumably to rally the Emblian troops for attack.
Shaking off Sharena's hand, Kiran strode confidently up to where the Princess of Embla was standing, to the sheer confusion of everyone there, including the Princess herself. He saw her face scrunch up into a confused frown as he approached and had to fight to not just reach out and pinch her cheeks with both hands. Assaulting the commander of the enemy forces was probably a good way to get oneself killed, he reasoned.
Kiran kept walking towards the Emblian princess till there lay but a couple feet of distance between the pair and gave her a short bow. He then smiled warmly before reaching forward to take her hand into his. He noted idly that it was pleasantly cool against the warmth of his own skin. "W-what are you–"
"How do you do, Milady?" he cut her off with a wide grin, ignoring the cries of confusion, and the "What are you doing, Kiran!?"s, and the "Unhand the Princess, knave!"s, coming from around them. "I do believe we have not been properly acquainted yet, Your Highness. I am Kiran, Summoner to the Order of the Heroes of Askr, and recent summonee to this world myself. I was wondering if you might like to get some tea together after this little battle. Just. The. Two. Of. Us?" He winked.
Kiran knelt, still holding the hand of the stock-still princess, who stood there, unmoving. 'She must not have had much physical affection shown to her or even any contact at all her whole life,' he thought to himself with a frown. 'Ah well, guess I'll have to change that!' he corrected himself, smiling up at her once more.
The sounds of the charging enemy forces shook him from his thoughts.
"Oh my, it appears it's time for the battle to begin, Milady. I see your knight is riding back here rather quickly, and uh…he's looking kind of angry, so I shall just add that it has been a real pleasure to make Your acquaintance, Your Highness." Saying thus, Kiran lifted her (small, soft, cool) hand up to his face, still hidden under his cowl, and pressed his lips to the back of it. He felt her go ramrod-stiff under his ministrations, and let go of her hand after standing up. He saw her face, with its seemingly limited range of expressions run through the gamut of them as it began to turn a rather fetching shade of red, her arm still outstretched where he left it.
Ah…whoops. Look like he broke the princess. Better get back behind his group's lines before he got accused of attempting to assassinate an enemy royal or something.
With a little wave goodbye, Kiran ran back to his group as the sound of thundering hooves grew closer. Of his four teammates, it seemed Virion was the only one who didn't look utterly dumbfounded, choosing instead to give him a wide grin and a little waggle of the eyebrows as a fellow admirer of the female persuasion. As Kiran ran through the group to get to the back of their formation, he gave the Archest of Archers a little high-five in acknowledgement of the subtle praise.
"Now, guys! Attack!" Kiran yelled. And the four fighters under his command quickly recovered from their shock and charged forth to defend their kingdom from the invaders.
Whether it was the princess' confusion leading to her inability to order her troops as effectively as she could have or just his own strategic brilliance (he liked to think it was the latter), Kiran's team made quick work of the opposing squad and sent the Emblians packing.
He and his team practically collapsed onto the ground, relieved that the fighting was finally over. It had been a nerve-wracking few minutes before they realized that they were effectively steamrolling the opposing side. After Sharena took down Xander, none of the other soldiers managed to put up much of a fight.
"Left all alone," Veronica muttered to herself as the Askrian siblings marched up to her with their weapons drawn and pointed at her. "Again? How dull. I'll go console myself back home with a cup of–" it was at this point that she caught sight of the Summoner standing behind them and what she was about to say caught in her throat as the sight of the hooded man reminded her of his…'invitation' earlier, causing her face to go red once more.
"A cup of tea, Your Ladyship? That's a great idea! I would be most honoured to join You and, if I may be so bold, help console You myself," he finished with another smile. It seemed this was simply too much for the poor girl and her cheeks burnt even hotter colouring her face an even darker shade of crimson.
It was at this point that Xander rode past them, picking up the little princess and slinging her over his horse so that she was seated behind him as they raced off into the distance
Speaking of the spear-toting princess, Kiran heard her something about wishing that they could talk her Emblian counterpart out of waging this destructive war, promptly followed by a scolding by Commander Anna for losing her temper.
'Man,' Kiran thought to himself. 'What's with this sassy…lonely princess?'
Omake 1: "This sassy...lost child"
Upon exiting the portal, Kiran found himself on the outskirts of Askr, face to face with a petite young woman wearing a surly expression on her face. She was garbed in a black robe, which made for a stark contrast against her pale white skin. The thick, silvery-gray hair which fell like a waterfall from her head shimmered brilliantly in the day's light. Ornaments of gold bedecked her body, glimmering brightly against the black of her clothes; the crown which graced her head shone like the setting sun it resembled. From her back, a cape lined with rich crimson silk fluttered languidly in the light breeze, complementing her eyes.
Behind her stood several soldiers. He could see at least two swordsmen, one of whom was atop a sturdy-looking horse, an archer, and another mounted unit, this one carrying a staff.
"Scurry, scurry little Heroes…Steal for me. Spread destruction. Kill all those who stand in your way. This kingdom must fall. Once it's gone, no one will oppose me. Every Hero, in every world– they'll all be mine. Every last one."
Kiran just stared at the Emblian princess, in disbelief, before tapping Alfonse on the shoulder.
"What..." he began. "What's with this sassy...lost child?"
"I AM NOT A CHILD, I AM 1* YEARS OLD DAMNIT!" came a cry from the other side, where a fuming Veronica stood, face a dark red in anger.
"That's it!" she yelled. "I have had enough of the short jokes! Xander, kill them all now! And start with that big mouthed stranger!"
Omake 2: Big Brother Kiran
He heard Alfonse shout something about a Xander from the World of…Corn…Quest, was it? Sharena tried to reassure him that they would keep him safe from the Emblians and began to pull him to the back of the formation as the black-armoured knight rode back from where he came, presumably to rally the Emblian troops for attack.
Shaking off Sharena's hand, Kiran strode confidently up to where the Princess of Embla was standing, to the sheer confusion of everyone there, including the Princess herself. He saw her face scrunch up into a confused frown as he approached and it was just cutest damn thing he had ever seen. He couldn't keep his hands from shooting out and grabbing ahold of the little Princess' cheeks, pinching and squeezing them into increasingly ridiculous shapes.
Nobody said a word at the 'manhandling' of one of the most feared rulers of the world of Zenith. It seemed the Askrians were just as utterly dumbfounded as their Emblian enemies. One of the soldiers even dropped his lance as he watched this treatment of his sovereign liege.
"B-bhaf are you boing!?" she squeaked, trying to form words as she slapped away the hands assaulting her face.
"Oh. My. God. Are you not just the cutest little thing ever?" Kiran gushed. Not one used to such open and effusive praise, the princess' face grew red as she started to pull out her tome to smite this insolent insect back to whatever world he came from.
"You remind me of my little sister but even littler aaaaaaa! You are so smol!" he said, patting her head.
At these words, Veronica, stopped, looking at the enemy summoner with wide eyes.
"L-little sister?"
"Yeah," Kiran said, frowning. "I haven't seen her or the rest of my family since I got dragged here a few days ago. I hope they're doing alright."
"I-I see..." the princess trailed off, struggling with her words before looking off to the side and saying quietly, "I have a big brother too, but I haven't seen him in a long time." She looked genuinely upset, Kiran noted. "If you like..." she kicked the ground shyly, twiddling with her fingers, "I c-could..." she took a deep breath. "I could be your little sister as long as you're here. I-if you want!"
She turned to glare at the Askrians. "I-I'll even stop fighting them if you agree!"
"Dawwww, Veronica," Kiran smiled. "Of course I'll be your big brother while I'm here. Nothing would make me happier!"
The little princess blushed bright red before turning around and pulling Kiran along with her as he waved goodbye to the Askrian royal siblings and Commander Anna. "It was nice meeting you guys! I'll come see you from time to time!" They said nothing as they waved weakly back at the departing pair, completely confused by this development.
"T-thank you..." Veronica muttered quietly as they walked back towards her soldiers to leave Askr.
"It was nothing, Veronica. Like I said, I'm happy you asked me. It's a great honour to know you'd consider me trustworthy enough to ask me such a thing despite us having just met," Kiran said with a smile as he rubbed her hair.
Veronica just kept walking with her head bowed, her bangs overshadowing her face. She bit her lip to keep from sobbing in joy and relief, but the tears streamed forth from her eyes, vermillion trails in the evening light. "V-Veronica?" Kiran asked, surprised.
"It's nothing..." she said quietly, breath hitched in her throat as she wiped her tears away with the back of her sleeve. "Onii-chan."
The Empire of Embla declared peace and an end to the war within the week.
AN: Now, I couldn't use any of these in this story I'm telling for obvious reasons, but they were ideas I had swimming around in my head and I hoped you enjoyed them!
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