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[FILL] the dust of our years
Major Tags: Major Character Death
Additional Tags: fire emblem three houses au, joshua-centric, moral and romantic ambiguity
Permission to remix: Yes
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Here was where he and Jeonghan had gotten reprimanded by the archbishop after the incident with the cats. That was a close call, hehehe. Here was where the three of them had wolf-whistled as Soonyoung and Junhui practiced for the White Heron Cup. Here, where Jisoo had dozed on Jeonghanâs shoulder, watching a boy heave an axe twice his size over his head. Hey Joshuji, are you listening to me?
For years afterwards Jisoo told himself variations on the same story.
[3k on ao3]
A/N: hwa i didnât want to read your fe3h au before i finished this one (sliding home just shy of the deadline) but When I Get You!!!!
Re: [FILL] the dust of our years
hand on heart when I submitted the english patient prompt I wasnât thinking of fe3h at all, but now you have joined those dots and I am keening â dimitriâs ghosts, the ghost of glenn, and now to jeonghan and the lives of all survivors after a continental war â I donât think I can even turn to talking about the text yet itâs like Iâm looking into the sun. I burn!!
As someone who very recently was still doing the monastery grinds, I loved the little locatility before every scene. It took me right back to those scenes which I have run through and played for oh so many hours, I can imagine jisoo and seungcheol and jeonghan so clearly /there/, itâs almost like a memory. (And the call to all those in game activities! Stable duty, saunas, proficiency exams, gardening! Fishing!) Itâs a game I have so much fondness for and I can feel it coming from the words of this fill as well!!
(btw - are the classes Seungcheol/Fortress Knight, Jisoo/Bow Knight, Jeonghan/Holy Knight?)
um the story??!! Iâm bleeding out at the jugular you actually went for the unrequited love triangle and gave it flesh and blood and a knife! Seungcheol looking at Jeonghan looking at Jisoo looking at Seungcheol! The history behind Jeonghan and Seungcheol that Jisoo is so jealous of, yet Jeonghan showing Jisoo how to take care of horses only for Jisoo to use it 15 years later on Seungcheolâs new horse (which he named Angel (??!! â you DARE start with THAT). And of course that ugly choice - but why do I feel like Jeonghan is the one who has won, Jisoo has Seungcheol but he also has his guilt and the knowledge that Seungcheol never chose him, and now Jisoo is the one remaining in a world which is more purgatory than peace ( You canât fool me though, Joshuji, I know the real reason youâre still here.)(again, fist in my throat)!!
Thank you so much for writing this - I love it so much, right down to the dissociative feeling when all the dialogue is indirect, like Jisoo is remembering it all through a fog, at a distance. Itâs like thereâs a feeling of denial about everything (and Iâm choosing to put on my jihan glasses and believe that itâs a denial about how perfectly happy jihan could have been, if jisoo loved jeonghan back). You brought in my favourite part of fe3h so beautifully, which is the turn from youth to war and everyone has to grow up os quickly and kill your classmates. How even in the carnage thereâs a tone of sentimentality which makes it all so bittersweet.
Iâm trying to convey how much this story has infected me. I know the deadline is not real but my fingers are twitching to remix this oh I will GET YOU BACK DW USER KUMQUAT
Re: [FILL] the dust of our years
i spent a long time trying to wrangle the triangulation vis-a-vis political allegiances in my head and my google doc but it's funny that they all ended up on the same side, which is a total cop-out LOL. and also really funny that i never seriously considered mapping jeongcheol onto dimigard like you did, which seems like an obvious choice in retrospect!! i knew i wanted the direction of the triangulation to be csc > yjh > hjs because 1) it's hard for me to imagine any world where seungcheol isn't wrapped around jeonghan's little finger and 2) i wanted jeongcheol to have the childhood friends backstory, but from the beginning i also wanted part of jisoo's character arc to involve a disillusionment with the church especially as this outsider figure coming from a commoner background. so i went back and forth for ages on whether i could somehow map him onto edelgard and have jeonghan defect to join him..... (also i have to keep calling him jisoo in my head to maintain separation from Joshua Hong who i'm sure, despite his inscrutability, is just a nice boy from LA... SO SORRY FOR WHAT I'VE DONE TO YOU JOSH.)
as is obvious now i ended up shelving that idea too (though i think he could pull off flame emperor minus the charismatic leader part, cf your svt as antagonists post). but keeping them all within the political fold of what's essentially faerghus allowed me to contrast jeonghan as someone who understands jisoo too well vs. seungcheol as someone who remains blinded by the chivalric ideal and doesn't understand jisoo at all, hence thinking he still has faith magic, is unironically a member of the clergy, etc.
i'm really glad that the dissociative feeling came through! i wanted it to remain ambiguous who says the very last line... i also love how you phrased it, a world which is more purgatory than peace. jisoo can't bring himself to face or acknowledge his guilt, but he also can't leave this place that has become his only home, despite his total lack of faith, so i imagine him going through the motions of monastery life as his convoluted way of paying homage to jeonghan (and that tag in your prompt â acts of service as a love language but it's actually repentance). that's the price of survival...
for classes: i was definitely very influenced by risa's fe3hteen post. in my mind coups would eventually become a great knight with fortress knight as the advanced class step of the progression, since he's not a lord character here, and jisoo/jeonghan would have both have had early proficiency in faith and so would have trained together with the goal of becoming holy knights. but bow knight would be an easy switch to make mid-wartime especially if he had a magic bow since that would calculate damage based on his magic stat. and as risa says, he doesn't seem the type to want to get his hands dirty... as for jeonghan, i like to think that he was always pragmatic enough to see through the church's promises, but that his faith came from his belief in jisoo <3
one last thing before i write out my fe3hteen seminar response on the kingmaker thread!! when i was trying to figure out political allegiances and who kills who, i really wanted to find a way to incorporate claude's dialogue when hilda dies: hilda why didn't you retreat?! i counted on you retreating... not to mention the prior exchange that happens when you make marianne fight hilda, that's just so heartbreaking too, and hilda's own dying line â it's been fun claude, sorry to go so soon. so idk, if you're going to keep the jihan glasses on... i just wanted to share for no reason at all :)
Re: [FILL] the dust of our years
AHH you referenced the antagonists posts ;____; glad itâs still of value after all these years, but Iâm laughing @ pre-fe3h me typecasting edelgard onto minghao⌠if I had to cast now ⌠(supersonically speedruns edelgardâs eugenics/torture arc onto all 13 members) ⌠hilariously enough I think Soonyoung would be the closest to edelgard if he got put through something similar (thinking about the guy who confronts saesaengs + the guy who keeps dancing after dislocating his shoulder).
Can you tell which of your points I latched onto in my remix? so thankful for your comment re jisoo being a commoner and resentful to the church (it makes so much sense why heâs afraid of horses⌠I kept thinking about all the monastery advantages the noble children have!! Only advantage jisoo has is his faith magic and even that he abandons!! Iâm still screaming about that btw, I couldnât incorporate that decision bc I chose a jeonghan POV but!! to leave the thing you are the best at!! to let your friend become the healer!!)
I loved that about your fill, how it intertwines the past and the present just like the english patient. And in presenting both stories, one can see the impact of the past. Donât think I didnât realise that it takes him fifteen years to reach out to seungcheol!! the ghost of jeonghan will haunt him forever!
he doesnât want to get his hands dirty SO TRUE. Just today I saw a clip of the Nana Tour, when seokmin mistakenly used soonyoungâs toothbrush and soonyoung was just like âok I will use yoursâ AND JOSHUAâS FACE. The shock, the disbelief, the horror!! top comment was: that night joshua hong slept cradling his toothbrush. My gentleman princess joshujiâŚ
I would never make marianne fight hilda asdamkqas Iâve already made mercedes fight annie âŚ. âItâs okay Marianne. These things happen in war.â Okay and what if I cease to exist instead!! That Claude->Hilda line!! 3 days until Iâm back home and you bet I will be going through the sylvix tag and your ao3 fe3h bookmarks and the youtube compilations of all the death lines⌠for the transit Iâm going to think about heteropatriachy and the elitism of horses and I canât wait!!
[REMIX] my will across the sky in stars
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: fire emblem three houses AU, self-denial, pikachu meme if pikachu understood the human condition
Permission to remix: Yes
***
Jeonghan has always been easy to love.
He was his motherâs favourite, because he always paused in his path when she reached out to run her fingers through his hair. He was the servantsâ favourite, because he rarely made requests, and only did so with a polite lilt to his voice and the most courteous of words. To the local lords, he was by far the favourite of the younger generation, for he sat quietly during church and listened to the sermon with a small smile.
It was easy to be loved, when one knew what people wanted. His mother wanted reassurance and attention, for his father was either absent from home or preoccupied by business. The servants wanted peace and gratitude, for they were kept busy by people who never looked them in the eye. And the local lords, they wanted to see obedience, to know that the next generation was devout to the same goddess, faithful to the same cause.
Jeonghan is young when his father takes him to the Choi estate, but not too young because he is able to think: this is my fatherâs friend. And when he meets Choi Seungcheol, the five year old snotty-nosed, cherry-lipped boy with heavy lashes and a heavier pout, Jeonghan thinks â and this is my friend.
And then later, as Seungcheol wrestles him into the grass in the Choi estate gardens, ruining Jeonghanâs braided hair and throwing one of his shoes into the fountain, Jeonghan thinks, I suppose we could be friends.
And then later, as they both learn to how to curry a horse, to polish a sword, to twist a lance into a straw man, Jeonghan thinks â
Here is a boy who needs to win.
Here is a boy who needs me to see him win.
And then later, as they learn to twist the neck of a hare so that it dies in an instant, when Jeonghan wipes the tears from Seungcheolâs eyes and the blood from his hand, Jeonghan thinks â
Here is a boy who contains no darkness.
Here is a boy who must defend the weak.
And then later, as Jeonghan talks him into running away from their governess, from the reason class which Seungcheol hates, as they hide together in the reading room which no one uses, as Seungcheol grasps his hand with both of his own and looks at Jeonghan with an earnestness so bright, it feels inconsolable.
Youâre an angel, Seungcheol says.
And Jeonghan thinks â
Oh.
And then, oh no.
Jeonghan had always found it easy to see through people.
Seungcheolâs father sends him briefs on each student enrolled at Garreg Mach. Seungcheol brushes it aside in favour of shopping for new axe handles. Jeonghan picks up the pages from Seungcheolâs breakfast table.
Jeon Wonwoo. Empire noble, oldest son, but his father was the youngest of three. Jihoon had seen him at the harvest day feast, reading a book half hidden under the table. Jeonghan knows his type. Born into responsibility, but preferring to avoid it. He will be impressionable and eager to defer to authority.
Kwon Soonyoung. Alliance commoner, son of a steelworker, danced so well at the solstice festivities that even Kingdom peasants heard of his hips. But new money is fragile money, and Soonyoung will be pressured to succeed and cement his familyâs fortunes. Being a commoner, he will not have the same education of the noble children, and will struggle in class. A weakness Jeonghan will exploit.
Wen Junhui. Stateless. Little was known of him, except that he is currently a guest in the Kim estate. The Kims had adopted Xu Minghao a decade prior, a war refugee who bore the crest of Indech. There was a motive there, but the grander ambition Jeonghan needs to sniff out, for the Kims was an old Empire family near the Kingdom border.
One month into the semester, Jeonghan overplays his hand in a fishing competition that leaves Xu Minghao teary-eyed, Kim Mingyu hard-pressed, and Wen Junhui turning on his heel and striding the other way.
Fine, Jeonghan thinks, espionage can wait a few more moons. He decides to forsake his duties entirely and indulge in the freedom of academy life, lounging in the sun by the fishing pond, reading books stolen from Professor Jeritzaâs desk.
But curiosity maintains the habit of pilfering the reports from Seungcheolâs father. Reports of changing political winds, shifts in voting blocs in the Emperorâs cabinet, a new student enrolling abruptly.
Hong Jisoo. Bastard son of a margrave, raised as a commoner. Mother was a prominent figure in the western church but recently assassinated by separatists, Jisoo to be transferred to Garreg Mach as a ward of the church. Diplomatic hostage, Jeonghan reads between the lines. He knows how the cards fall when the greater powers wrestle.
Every sentence is a collection of troubled traits Jeonghan is gleeful to analyse. He expects Jisoo to be broody, resentful. Raised on the edges of privilege but never a beneficiary of it. It would sting, to be perennially aware of the much you can never have. Kids like Jisoo tend to be outcasts, fated to recreate the exile they were born into.
Jeonghan catches a glimpse of Jisoo when Mingyu takes him on a tour of the grounds. Jeonghan gives a light wave and his friendliest smile from his perch by the pond, but Mingyu purses his lips and hurries Jisoo along, face darkening as he whispers in Jisooâs ear.
But Jisooâs face does not change, he smiles back at Jeonghan, pleasant as the summer wind and shallow as an hourâs frost. The crinkle by his eye is impermeable, suggesting amicability and nothing further. The tilt of his head exactly enough to be kind but not inquiring. The perfect pilgrim, Jeonghan thinks. A face you could confess to.
They shared faith classes, Jisoo far more proficient than Jeonghan ever will be, spells practised into mantras. But Jeonghan has a habit of keeping his eyes open during the Archbishopâs prayers for he was neither devout nor conformist. And so he sees amidst the bowed heads, Hong Jisoo with his chin held high, mouth hard and eyes even harder, staring into the stained glass with a bitterness that could only belong to the unbelieving.
Jeonghan thinks â Here is a boy who hides his darkness.
Here is a boy I want to befriend.
It takes Jeonghan a few attempts to wriggle into Jisooâs spheres. Jisoo is busy after their faith class, Minghao steers him away from Jeonghanâs table in the dining hall, and Jisoo is a stellar student who should be tutoring rather than tutored. It takes a fortuitous assignment of stable duty before Jeonghan is able to talk to Jisoo proper. Like most students born of the common class, Jisoo has never been taught to ride or groom. Jeonghan takes the curry brush from Jisooâs hand and teaches him how to brush a horse, how to carry gentleness in a hand and home in a voice. And then later, Jeonghan teaches him how to sneak into the saunas without a teacher, which of the stray cats were the friendliest, and when the kitchen serves the best meals.
And then later, Jeonghan introduces Hong Jisoo to Choi Seungcheol, and sees the way Jisooâs breath catches, how his eyes linger on Seungcheolâs face and hold a hurricane of longing beneath a practised smile. Jeonghan thinks â
Here is a boy who wants a boy who wants me.
Here is a boy I can teach to be wanted.
And so, Jeonghan teaches Jisoo everything about Seungcheol and watches the adoration bloom in his eyes. How Seungcheolâs favourite meal were the meat skewers and least favourite was the peach sorbet. The tribulations of Seungcheolâs first hunt and first ride. How Seungcheol was driven to win at all costs yet refused to fight needlessly. How he was a boy who contained no darkness and could not see the darkness within people.
And later, Jeonghan teaches Jisoo when to watch Seungcheolâs practice, how to time his praise so that Seungcheol is the proudest, what to say and how to say it. Which classes Seungcheol detests, and would inevitably ask to copy homework. Which merchant sold Seungcheolâs favourite whetstone and when they restocked. All details which Jeonghan knew like the contours of his own hand, retelling with the familiarity of his own life. It was Jeonghanâs joy, to share his stories with Jisoo, to sit with him in the lazy sunlight on stolen afternoons, his own head resting on Jisooâs lap and gazing upwards at the boy who was so beautiful it puts the heart in his chest on wings. Jeonghan thinks
I want you to be never lonely again. I want you to be safe. I want you to understand me as I understand you.
And Jeonghan thinks â
Oh.
And then, oh no.
Re: [REMIX] my will across the sky in stars
well first the structural elegance of this fill, the parallelism! i think you are so strong at these kinds of big picture questions of structure/form (i want to use the language of composition/value/shape design as an artist) and i love how you set up the contrast between what is expected of jeonghan and what he himself wants. i love how jeonghanâs thoughts go from this is my friend > i suppose we could be friends regarding seungcheol, and the almost counterintuitive phrasing there is really effective in illustrating how even as a child heâs painfully aware of the slippage between expectations vs reality â but also the gulf between them.
you do a great job of drawing out the irony in that respect: jeonghan sees himself as easy to love, which is why seungcheol loves him; he's exactly what everyone expects and needs him to be. so not only is it unexpected that jeonghan comes to love jisoo, in terms of the expectations surrounding his social class/position as academy noble, but it's a breath of fresh air to find someone immune to his charm and opaque to his understanding! someone whose love and companionship he has to work for and even then never fully attain. and then, jeonghanâs realization at the end is suchhhh a great counterpoint to the first one: the lazy sunlight of his companionship with jisoo vs. seungcheol's inconsolably bright adoration.
and i SO love that you leaned into jeonghan as spymaster too and used that to sketch out some of the other seventeeniesâ roles in this world. yes unwilling heir jww! new money alliance commoner ksy! obsessed with whatever is going on with gyujunhao here and the fishing competition!! i'm so looking forward to ur full writeup of fe3hteen profiles ^_^ thank u so much for remixing hwa, it's truly a gift to play in the space with u
Re: [REMIX] my will across the sky in stars
Thank you for being such a wonderful reader (and writer)! Youâve pinpointed the reasons why Iâve set up the fic this way ;____; I wanted to write something short before the flame of inspiration burned out, so I wanted the structure of the fic, and the comparison between the cs/js to set up the irony, and thereby the agony within jeonghanâs circumstances. This was a story that I probably spent thrice as much time thinking compared to writing. I also reread [the dust of our years] over and over again, scouring for the details, looking for the gaps where another story could fit. I wanted to be faithful to /your/ jihancheol, and most especially /your/ jeonghan (although in the scheme of things we both come back to his empathetic clarity and martyr tendencies!)
Right after reading, I knew the points I wanted to hit:
Funnily enough the profiles of wonwoo/soonyoung/junhui I wrote first because Iâve just been thinking /so much/ of fe3hsvt and in writing it didnât quite fit the parallelisms nicely but I /needed/ to throw it in because it was so fun to think about, the wider universe where they exist (and suffer).
In writing and thinking, I lead myself into my own devastation:
Thank you for reading and enjoying!! I love playing in this sandbox with you as well!!