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After the snow tempest, the heat wave. The lions are dead. Seriously, they are fallen in the three's shadow and in their room and they barely move. Ferdinand screams that the lions will die if nothing is done. Caspar believes it and panicks. Lysithéa is like "fiinne" and throw ice magic on them. They end hidding in Abyss. Meanwhile Seteth runs after Claude "PUT BACK YOUR SHIRT"

Where the Blue Lions thrive in winter, they positively cannot stand the heat in the dead of summer. Ingrid pretends she's fine, but after a half hour passes, she's turning pink and is ready to collapse in the heat. Even shirtless, Dimitri, Felix, Ashe and Sylvain are all overheating and probably all roasty-toasty with a side of sunburn. After whatever summertime activities they may get up to, they without a doubt collapse in a heap once they're back indoors, and they probably won't be back at it until at least another day or two afterward. The best off of the four is Felix, who at least tans out after the fact once his burn has healed, instead of turning bright red and burnt, and then immediately pale again.

When Ferdinand and Caspar find them in a common area, collapsed in a puddle of sweat and sunburns, they nearly panic, thinking they've all passed out from sun sickness. Lysithea and Marianne are called over to help the most heat-intolerant Lions recover from their fatigue and sunburns, although not without a much needed lecture on the importance of knowing your limits in the heat and taking precautions in advance to prevent overheating.

Dedue and Mercie don't seem to mind the heat as much. Mercie is entirely as prepared as possible for the heat, decked out with her parasol and clothes that drape over her modestly yet remain lightweight and breathable, and Dedue has more of a tolerance to heat in short bursts, and can even endure it over hours at a time without too much trouble thanks to his exposure to the constant extreme heat of the workshops as the child of a blacksmith. Being exposed to the heat of the kilns has its benefits for his heat tolerance, but the longer they're both out in the heat without relief, the more they start to feel the heat waves beating against their skin. However slowly it creeps up on them comparatively to the rest, they both eventually need a break from the heat.

For all Annette's warmth of personality and her love of a warm fireplace in winter, she's probably the worst off in the heat of the summertime. She burns to a crisp in a matter of minutes, it seems, and she absolutely cannot be out in it for very long because of it.

Overall, most of the Deer are enjoying their time in the summer sun, basking in its warmth with little issue. Marianne and Lysithea have the most experience with accidental sunburns from being out in the heat, but they've also learned how to protect themselves from the heat so they don't get burnt anymore. Still, they sympathize with the Lions' plight in the heat.

Hilda, smart girl that she is, is well prepared to stay indoors throughout the summertime, but when she does have to go into the heat, she is not above roping some unsuspecting gentleman into helping her stay cool by bringing her water, providing shade for her, or otherwise taking over whatever duties that would require this "fragile flower" to go into the sun for anything but sunbathing.

Lysithea will be in the same boat as Hilda, but is more likely to hole herself up in the library to avoid going outdoors whenever possible, using research and homework as an excuse to stay indoors with little exception. Lorenz is typically there with her, barring some social outings which require his presence out in the heat, lest he disappoint his public (aka the other Golden Deer). He is somehow the first one to come up with the idea of using Lysithea's frost magic to cool everyone down after a long day in the heat, an innovative plan that ultimately ends in disaster because someone (probably Claude) pissed Lysithea off by calling her short, leading to a more targeted spell chilling them to the bone.

Leonie is the queen of warm weather, although she tends to survive the heat better in wooded areas that have plenty of shade than out in an open field like Gronder. She tends to spend a lot of time outdoors at any time of year, but summertime is when she thrives, both as a hunter and in general.

Raphael handles the heat very well, used to working outdoors in the heat and cold, rain or shine, due to his sheer stature and strength - and in summer, it's not uncommon to see him entirely shirtless while he works, enjoying the warmth of the sun on as much skin as he can get away with. Ignatz, on the other hand, while he tolerates it well, still ends up with the bridge of his nose turning a dusty shade of pink in the summer sun and needs salve to help ease the discomfort of the mild burn.

Of all people, Claude is the first to rip off his shirt at the earliest signs of summertime, from the first day the weather turns toward warmth and the sun blazes high in the sky. On his wyvern? Shirtless, and probably barely wearing pants as well. In the greenhouse? Ditto. In the classroom? Yeah, still barely dressed, at least until Byleth pulls Seteth into the classroom and he's threatened with expulsion from the monastery for behavior improper of a noble during class time. This man thrives on the warmth of summer, and will absolutely get his comeuppance when winter comes around, as he sits wrapped in five hundred blankets, sneezing and sniffling like crazy while he plots revenge on the weather.

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more cringy dirty & flirty pick-up lines sentence starters

this is extremely self-indulgent, don't mind me lmfao. feel free to use these for whatever you want and change any details that need to be.

❝ you're so hot, my zipper is falling for you. ❞ ❝ i love my bed, but i'd rather be in yours. ❞ ❝ nice outfit. it'd look even better if it were on my bedroom floor. ❞ ❝ roses are red, violets are fine. you be the six, and i'll be the nine. ❞ ❝ do you have any room for an extra tongue in your mouth? ❞ ❝ if you're feeling down, i can feel you up. ❞ ❝ my ideal body weight is yours on mine. ❞ ❝ your belt looks really tight. can i loosen it for you? ❞ ❝ there are 206 bones in your body. think you can handle another one? ❞ ❝ let's play carpenter so i can nail you. ❞ ❝ i'd tell you a joke about my dick, but ... it's too long. ❞ ❝ hey, i might be wasted, but the condom in my pocket doesn't have to be. ❞ ❝ i may not go down in history, but i'll go down on you. ❞ ❝ you must be a chicken farmer because you know exactly how to raise my cock. ❞ ❝ sorry, what's your name again? i want to get it right when i shout it later. ❞ ❝ you must be an elevator because i want to go up and down on you all day. ❞ ❝ i'd love to kiss those beautiful, luscious lips. and the ones on your face. ❞ ❝ if you were a toe, i'd bang you on every wall, table, and chair in this bar. ❞ ❝ sit on my lap, and let's talk about the first thing that pops up. ❞ ❝ do you work for UPS? 'cause you've got a fantastic package. ❞ ❝ want to play a game? i'll be the squirrel, you be the tree, and i'll bust a nut in your hole. ❞ ❝ your legs are like an oreo cookie. i wanna split them and eat all the good stuff in the middle. ❞ ❝ i bet i can touch your belly button ... from the inside. ❞ ❝ how do you feel about doing some math in the bedroom? all you need to do is add me, subtract your clothes, divide your legs, and we can multiply. ❞ ❝ remember my name, because you'll be screaming it later. ❞ ❝ my doctor told me i have a vitamin d deficiency. wanna go back to my place and save me? ❞ ❝ if i flip a coin, what are my chances of getting head? ❞ ❝ my dick's been feeling a little dead lately. wanna give it some mouth-to-mouth? ❞ ❝ i'm no weather man, but you can expect more than a few inches tonight. ❞ ❝ is your name medusa? because the moment you look at me, i get rock hard. ❞ ❝ can you tell me what time your legs open, please? ❞ ❝ are you a rubix cube? because the more i play with you the harder you get. ❞ ❝ you look too god for a pickup line, so let's cut to the chase — wanna fuck? ❞

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Ok because apparently I really didn't learn my lesson: I just finished my 1st Blue Lions playthrough finally and I recruited exactly nobody from outside the house except for the Ashen Wolves. All I can say is, I'm a dumb bitch who made the same mistake twice, and I would like to nominate myself for the dumb bitch of the year award

leonie bringing up jeralt at any given moment

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One day there are a snow tempest at the monastery (pre-timeskip) and the lions are super happy, the cold has no effect on them. They play like happy cubs (puppies) in the snow, like if a snowball fight was SUPER SERIOUS. Mercedès is like "haha it's a little fresh today". Meanwhile Claude screams in agony "there are snow until my belly" and fall dramatically in Lorenz and Hilda arms. "I'm sick, friends, save me"

I have, once again, two years later, arisen from the grave to write more FE3H content. 😅

I can picture Dimitri, Ingrid, Sylvain, and Felix having the most intense snowball fight in the snow, decked out to the nines in their winter furs and thickest fortified leather boots. You can see their fingers turning red from the frosty chill of the snow, bright red to match the warmth in their cheeks as the cold wind brushes against them. Ingrid and Dimitri against Sylvain and Felix, they spend hours in the snow until they're so exhausted they can't help but collapse and make snow angels for a while, just to give their bodies more of a break while still keeping their limbs warm.

Dedue has to be goaded into joining the snowball fight. It takes Dimitri practically dragging him into the fray, and Sylvain pegging him right in the face with a snowball, to get him to join the game and take part in the action instead of observing closely from the wayside. But once he's in, he makes sure to get his vengeance against Sylvain with a well-placed snowball to the chest, which knocks him back with enough force for Dimitri and Ingrid to take advantage and begin tactically pelting him with snowballs. At one point, even Felix joins in, slinging a snowball right for Sylvain's head. For a moment, the teams are forgotten and it becomes an entire free-for-all, everyone aiming for everyone, a blur of excitement and competitive energy.

Annette, Ashe, and Mercie have slightly lower tolerances to the cold, but they still enjoy the brisk chill in the air as they settle around a bonfire and exchange their favorite stories about growing up in this sort of weather in the Kingdom. Ashe tells stories about playing with his younger siblings in the snow, long before their parents' deaths, and of, later in life, settling in around the fireplace in Lord Lonato's home to read fairy tales. Mercie talks about her very first winter in Faerghus, how shocked she was at how chilly it got there, and how quickly she became used to it and even came to enjoy the freshness of the wintertime. Annette chatters about how long it took her to get used to the frigid winters, and how much easier it became to appreciate the weather in her homeland when she began her magical studies and learned to channel warmth throughout her body despite the cold.

Now, Claude on the other hand... he's freezing his ass off, dammit! The winter is not his friend at all! He'd much prefer the blazing summer heat to all this frozen water piling up to his chest. He just doesn't really get what the big deal is, what has the Blue Lions so captivated with frolicking and playing in the snow. Sure, tactical games are great, and in theory, snowball fights should be right up his alley because of it, but he just can't wrap his head around why they have to do war games in the dead of winter, when the snow is nearly as tall as Lysithea!

"I'm dying! I've got hypothermia, I'm sure of it! Leave me, my friends! I will surely perish in this weather! My dying wish is but for this dreadful blizzard to end peacefully, and soon!" Claude half-jokes dramatically, falling back against Hilda and Lorenz as if he were fainting, much to their surprise. Claude obviously loves his antics, but this is almost on a whole different level of drama, even for him.

Lorenz and Hilda are rolling their eyes all the while, half in amusement and half in annoyance. "I'm sure you'll be just fine, Claude. But remember, if you are to perish, you leave the leadership of the Alliance to me." Lorenz teases as Hilda pushes Claude back onto his feet.

"And don't forget," Hilda adds with a sly grin, "You still owe me for putting in the extra effort in last month's mission, so you can't go dying on me yet!"

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Expressionless Twins.

(every time I see a twin AU it’s one picking the Eagles and one picking Lions for The Drama…. I want a lighter AU where the twins aren’t pitted against each other later.)

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Now I’m picturing the Lions friends all meeting up for the first time at the monastery, and Dimitri attempting to explain why they’ve seen so little of him in the past few years and why he’s being followed around by a hulking Duscur giant.

Dimitri: This is Dedue. I met him in Duscur, and now he’s going to be joining the Blue Lions with us. He helps me train and cooks all my favorite meals *coughs a bit guiltily* and tends the garden and brings me the flowers he’s grown himself and makes sure I get enough sleep and gives me hugs when I’m feeling sad and towels off the sweat from my body after we train and sensually rubs medicine on the scars I received from saving his life. He’s just wonderful!

Ingrid: *hung up on the “from Duscur” part*

Felix: *hung up on the part about Dimitri’s sweaty body*

Sylvain: ….So he’s your, uh…?

Dimitri: My what? Oh, he’s my…vassal! Yes, that’s right. Vassals do all those things, right Dedue?

Dedue: Of course, Your Highness.

Sylvain: *looks at Ingrid and Felix* Do you guys want to tell him or should I?

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I can see Felix falling to a revenge mode if he has really lost everything, but not losing his mind. He would be a lot prudent and subtile than Dimitri. And he would sucess. After all Byleth has not anymore their "time trick" for erase deaths or mistakes. Bonus if Claude is alive and decide to free the Alliance and the Kingdom.

Felix would absolutely be vengeful if he lost everything. But he wouldn’t be feral like Dimitri, who completely loses his mind. Felix is filled with murderous rage, but he’s also cold and calculated about everything he does, and is very discreet about it, too. He would make an incredible assassin, if he could separate his rage out of it.

He knows Byleth can’t do much to bring anyone back from the dead, and he’s well aware of the dangers posed by his enemies and how many lives could be lost with even one small mistake.

He sends a letter to Hilda in the Leicester Alliance, requesting audience with Claude. Because if anyone is as calculating and immaculately brilliant at strategizing and limiting risk, it’s Claude. And Felix can use all the help he can get to take down his enemies without losing anyone else.

Between the two of them, I’d be shocked if they couldn’t find some brilliant solution to end the war with minimal casualties.

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Sorry, again a ask with the Fraldarius Family but it's my favorite family. This time, a divergence: Felix is the one who is stabbed by Fleche while protecting his childhood friend. Except that we aren't cruel, so Felix doesn't die. But he manages to say enough for awake Dimitri from his feral state. And Felix spends the two next months in bed, promising Dimitri that he'll punch him in all friendship when he'll be healed and even manage to finally speak seriously with his dad. Dima cries a lot.

Coma!Felix AU? Here we go! (Although tbh I’m almost certain this is more cruel than Felix just dying, lol.)

Felix falls into a deep coma after saving Dimitri from Fleche. Dimitri goes mad with worry and grief, going in and out of the infirmaries on a daily basis. Byleth has to hold him back from snapping and attacking anyone who so much as looks at him wrong.

The two months that Felix is in his coma, Dimitri descends into a dark place in the back of his mind, hardly conscious of what he’s doing to himself or anyone around him. He just sort of lets his instincts drive his actions, growing more and more feral by the day.

And when Felix finally awakens? Dimitri is by his side as constantly as possible, alternating between crying and begging for Felix’s forgiveness and rambling on and on about how he certainly doesn’t deserve to be forgiven, until Felix finally snaps and threatens to punch him if he doesn’t get out and go do his princely duties. Even so, Dimitri still tries to coddle him a bit too much for Felix’s liking, like an overprotective lioness over her cub.

While Dimitri is away dealing with his duties, Felix is always accompanied by either Byleth or Rodrigue, who talk through what happened with him and try to help him cope with and recover both physically and mentally from the stress of nearly dying. Rodrigue apologizes to Felix one time, saying that he should have been there in Felix’s place, but Felix isn’t having any of it, so he stops, knowing it will only anger his proud son more to say that his sacrifice wasn’t meant to be, because were that true, it would mean it was all for nothing.

Byleth is the only one able to temper Felix’s irritability during this time, limiting his interactions with others and acting as a therapist of sorts for him while Manuela tends to the worst of his lingering wounds. She understands that Felix doesn’t enjoy being coddled, so she doesn’t bother trying. She speaks point blank to him, and doesn’t hesitate to tell him he needs to calm down, or else. Felix knows that he doesn’t want to know what “or else” means, because he knows his former teacher’s punishments are never pleasant, so he tries to do as she says (tries, being the key word).

Finally, when Felix is able to be up and about (with a stabilizing device of some sort, of course - going months without walking meant needing months of physical therapy to be back on his feet again), he makes good on his promise, punching Dimitri (albeit weakly) for coddling him and being overly protective of him since his awakening. 

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on a scale on 1 from 999, how much pissed Felix would be if Cornelia captured his father for force him to kill Dimitri? Felix "I don't care about my father" Fraldarius is super pissed and it ends with the blue lions class + the wolf doing a super infiltration operation for kill Cornelia (Hapi and Dimitri are happy to do it) and to save Rodrigue.

I’m pretty certain Felix would break the scale here. As pissed off as he is at the Boar for how he’s lost his mind since Byleth disappeared, that’s still his best friend. And for Cornelia to pit him against his best friend in order to save his father (who he’s also angry with, but also still loves)? As much as Felix blusters about not caring about his father or Dimitri, deep deep down, he really does care for them both, and he hates being put in a position where he has to play a game where one of them is certain to die no matter what he does. 

It’s quite possibly his worst nightmare, although he’d never openly say it, and Cornelia’s just asking for her throat to be slit by his blade and to be left to bleed to death in a dark pit in the dungeons in Fhirdiad by playing games with their lives like this.

After they discover Cornelia has Rodrigue, Dimitri and Felix come up with a plan. Felix will go to Cornelia and inform her he’s going to do as she asks. In reality, he’s biding time for some of the less recognizable Blue Lions, as well as the Ashen Wolves, to infiltrate Cornelia’s ranks. Dimitri, Dedue, Ingrid, and Sylvain are all too recognizable to Cornelia and her troops, so they fall back a bit, as much as none of them want to. Instead, Ashe, Annette, and Mercedes, as well as Hapi, Yuri, Balthus, and Constance enter the ranks of Cornelia’s army, quickly rising through the ranks under their respective aliases while quietly and discreetly sabotaging each of the missions they’re sent on to kill Dimitri.

Eventually, one evening, Cornelia calls on the amazingly powerful new up and coming members of her army, welcoming them to her dinner table to discuss a new task force. This is their in. Once they’re all settled in the private chamber with Cornelia, she tells them she wants them to form a new task force that will infiltrate the Blue Lions’ camp and take out Dimitri, with Felix leading the way at risk of his father being killed if he refuses. 

Hapi, who is seated closest to Felix and Cornelia both, lets out a deliberate sigh of irritation, “accidentally” summoning one of the demonic beasts. From here, everything devolves into chaos. All of the Blue Lions and Ashen Wolves are suddenly at the ready, ready to lead a barrage of attacks against Cornelia.

Cornelia shouts for the guards to have Rodrigue killed and to send for reinforcements, only to receive no response. Why, you may wonder? Because all the while, Dimitri and the others who stayed behind before now had already made their way into the dungeons to release Rodrigue from his prison cell and made their way back out of the city un-noticed, all according to plan.

From here, I can’t imagine Felix would be merciful toward Cornelia, but at the same time, I think he’s above killing her without an extremely good reason. So Hapi’s demonic beast eats Cornelia for a snack instead, and then the group defeats the demonic beast, and hightails it the fuck out of the city again to regroup.

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Hey what about a Winter !Soldier!Glenn AU? the "Snakes" have took the wounded Glenn at Duscur (it's why is body never been found) and do experiment on him + brainwash until he forget who he is (or a kind of magic block his memories?) and he obeys to them. And it goes to Azure Mon Route and the ineviatable exhange between Felix and him "Glenn?" "Who the hell is Glenn?"

I’ve been thinking about this one for a while now, and it just makes me so sad, y’all. 

Just think about Glenn getting taken by Those who slither in the dark, and they’re quite literally torturing him for information, until they realize that there’s another way to go about it.

They then proceed to completely rewire his memories, implanting false ones in place of his real memories. These false memories include these horrible contortions of every single person he’s ever loved. His dad? Evil now. His little brother? Evil now. Dimitri? Evil now. Ingrid? Evil now.

And don’t get me started on the magical crest experiments they’d probably perform on him to enhance his fighting capabilities.

This man is a shell of the man he once was, with no recollection of who his family really is, or that he even has a family. He only remembers that they’re people that exist, and that they’re apparently his evil archnemeses. He’s mentally unstable, and has ten times the military strength and prowess that he had before.

So when Glenn comes face to face with Felix, and hears him stumbling to find the words to express his shock, he’s confused out of his mind, but wastes no time initiating an attack against him. The only thing that halts him is when he hears Felix cry out his name as he braces himself with his sword to divert Glenn’s lance.

“... Glenn? Who the hell is Glenn, you foolish child?” He growls, using his lance’s momentum to shove Felix down into the dirt. “I know nobody by that name.” 

Felix is perturbed, unsure how his beloved brother doesn’t seem to recognize him, nor know his own name. He forces his eyes open wide, staring at Glenn with a mix of curiosity and concern which would have been rather uncharacteristic of him in any other situation. “Brother, have you forgotten me?” 

Glenn very nearly dropped his lance. “... Who is this brother you speak of? Have you not been my enemy these last 20 years?” 

Glenn would be extremely confused to say the least, and would ultimately want answers more than anything else. He would have a hard time recovering his lost memories, and would have an even harder time determining which memories were real or fake. He just wouldn’t know who to trust at that point.

But in the end, I like to imagine that there’s some kind of happy ending here, where Glenn puts his trust in Felix and Rodrigue, and Ingrid and Dimitri, and all the others, to help him sort out his memories and find out what the truth is before going to take out Those who slither in the dark.

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Kinktober

Hello my loves~!

I’m doing kinktober over at my multifandom blog, kozukenkitten.tumblr.com, and I’m trying to get a feel for what characters people want to see me writing for! 

HMU there if you want to see some FE3H (or any of my other fandoms’) kinktober, and let me know who y’all want to see with which prompts! 

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I may or may not have impulsively made a new Reader character story blog for all my various fandoms. Please feel free to check it out at kozukenkitten.tumblr.com

Is this shameless self promotion? Absolutely. Is it also a way for me to consolidate my 5 different fandom blogs into one? Also yes.

Thanks for your support, y’all.

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I am curious; in the captured au, do you think any students could suddenly realize what they've done to byleth and maybe defect? Like they spy on them and see her have a panic attack and they realize the effect they've had on her? Maybe they realize that edelgard knew and kept going and that is the last straw for them. Maybe one of the more emotional characters could probably just be reduced to tears when they see the state teach is in? How would the blue lions, jeralt, dimitri and teach react?

Honestly? I think it’s definitely a possibility. The Black Eagles love Byleth almost as much as they love Edelgard, and some of them would definitely not be able to stomach what they were told they had to do to her. 

I think Dorothea, Bernie, and Caspar would be the most likely three to realize first not only how wrong it was, but how little they could stand to see Byleth slowly losing the light in her eyes, the dewiness of her skin, and the shine in her hair, their once proud and strong Professor becoming shockingly dull and weak before their very eyes. They would be three of the most likely to defect, in my opinion.

Dorothea and Bernie often take shifts together, and spend their time fawning over Byleth, trying to coax her into eating and maybe even taking a bath or letting them brush her hair. Eventually, Byleth just does what they ask with no will to fight them on it, and they can’t help but share a worried glance. As Dorothea goes to help her to the bathtub one day, she makes a comment about how Edie would be coming for a visit soon, and suddenly, Byleth is collapsing and breaking down. Her breath picks up speed, becoming shallow and ragged, and she’s visibly shaking before their eyes just at the mention of Edelgard’s name. Seeing her in such a state, Bernie and Dorothea can feel their hearts breaking. Bernie bursts into tears, crying over how their professor is acting, and Dorothea can’t even bring herself to console Bernie anymore, because she’s so torn up about it, too.  Finally, one day, Byleth just stares at a wall. She doesn’t put up a fight, she just no longer has the will or strength to move, even if she wanted to. Dorothea and Bernie can’t decide if that’s better or worse than her breaking down, but either way, they’re not okay with it anymore.

Caspar hears about what happened from Dorothea, and if he didn’t know it would mean his death, Caspar would have gone to Edelgard directly to yell at her about how wrong this is, about how lifeless and dull their once vibrant professor is becoming because of them, how Byleth is wasting away into nothing because she refuses to eat as long as she’s trapped in that room, and how she panics just at the sound of Edelgard’s name. Instead, he rants to Linhardt, who attempts to console him, instead only finding himself feeling worse and worse every day the more he hears, until the day Caspar tells him how Byleth has stopped responding to anyone entirely, and hardly moves at all, almost as if she were made of stone. That thought, for some reason, hits him worse than anything else, leaving him feeling so sick to his stomach that he physically throws up his dinner.

Petra, as strong as she is, also understands what it feels like to be held captive by the Empire. Unlike Petra, however, Byleth has no freedom in her captivity, and that is something I don’t think Petra could abide by, even for Edelgard. The only reason she puts up with it in the beginning is because Edelgard is the only thing standing between Brigid and the Imperial army, but if she secured protections from either of the other houses for Brigid, I wouldn’t be surprised if this would be the thing that leads to her defecting, because seeing Byleth wither away to nothing isn’t something Petra can stand to see when she could do something about it to secure freedom, for both Byleth and herself.

Ferdinand would be a toss-up, but even he might consider defecting after seeing how far Byleth has fallen because of the Black Eagles. He’d spend a lot of time trying to justify it, though, so I don’t know if he’d end up being willing to defect. 

Hubert absolutely wouldn’t defect over this. He wanted to kill Byleth in the first place, so he wouldn’t mind watching her descend into darkness until she finally submits and accepts her place in Edelgard’s grand plans.

Assuming everyone except Hubert and Ferdinand defects, and they manage to take Byleth with them, the Blue Lions would be extremely wary, to the point that Felix might even openly make an attack on them until they express that they want to willingly hand over Byleth and defect entirely, realizing how horrible everything Edelgard has done to Byleth has been. 

What finally wins their trust? Seeing Dorothea, Bernie, Caspar, Lin, and Petra looking at Byleth with guilt-ridden, sorrowful eyes as they tell them what happened while Byleth was in the tower. Not a single one of them can tell their part in the story without at least tearing up. Bernie full-out bawls, and Lin ends up making himself sick again while expressing how horrible he feels about how they’ve all treated Byleth at Edelgard’s orders. 

Dimitri is furious for Byleth, and is more than ready to wage war against Edelgard with renewed fervor. The moment Byleth is in his arms, he refuses to let her go to anyone else except her father. Jeralt is even more furious, and is more than prepared to kill anyone who so much as looks at Byleth wrong. He takes to guarding her room every single night to make sure she’s safe.

Eventually, Byleth slowly starts to return to her old self over time, and while she’s still somewhat wary of the now defected Black Eagle strike force, she’s still grateful to them for getting her out of there, and for bringing her home where she belongs. As she forgives them, so does everyone around them, almost as if everyone had been waiting for her cue to do so.

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Imagine Byleth leaving the monastery after her father's death. Honestly, she would have done it not out of fear of death, but because she is weary of Rhea. Her father did warn her of him, and with her father no longer around, who knows what Rhea might do to her?

If Byleth were to leave the monastery after her father’s death, I can honestly see the monastery falling into chaos a lot faster than it did with her there. I mean, she was their Professor, after all. They all cared a lot about her, and suddenly, she up and left them, probably only leaving behind a note for the student house leaders to share with the students, likely using a complex code to hide a message for them.

When Claude finally decodes it, it reads something like this:

“My dearest students,

I am loathe to leave you, but I cannot bring myself to stay any longer. My father warned me about Lady Rhea, both while he was alive, and through the records in his journal after his passing. She may have ill intentions toward me, and while I hope it is not true, I cannot bring myself to take that risk any longer, knowing what I know now. I have already lost both my mother and my father to her whims, I cannot risk losing myself as well. I am wary of her goals, and of the darker side of herself that I have witnessed, if only in passing glances and subtle cues.

Stay safe, my students, and do not allow yourselves to be manipulated in her games as my late parents and I were. I will be away until I can be certain what Rhea’s intentions are. In the meantime, I will send communications whenever possible throughout my journey with information concerning my search. 

Always,

Your Professor

Byleth”

The house leaders don’t tell anyone that their now-former Professor has reached out to them, but each of them begins their own individual investigations into Rhea’s intentions, although Dimitri is probably the most loathe to do so, given Faerghus’ close relationship with the church and with Rhea. Rhea is furious and heartbroken that Byleth has suddenly disappeared out of the blue, and she has sent Alois and the other knights on a manhunt to try to find where she’s gone.

Rhea’s behavior upon Byleth’s disappearance, combined with what each of the house leaders finds in their private searches in their homelands, when put together, shows a deeply disturbing puzzle all around. It shows the failings of the church. It shows the history of Those Who Slither in the Dark. It shows the truth behind the Goddess Sothis, and behind Seiros and the four Saints. It shows the truth behind so many things that the students of each individual house had once considered unsolvable puzzles lost to history. They learn things that they never could have uncovered without all of the information from all of the houses. 

To a point, this series of events would either completely prevent Edelgard starting the war, instead creating a united front between all of the houses in their quest for a better world, or it would split a divide between the three houses even wider than the one that would have existed had they never been set on this quest in the first place. But, no matter what might happen, I believe that the house leaders and the other students love Byleth enough to do what they can to help her reconcile everything that’s happened to her family because of the feuds between the Church and TWSITD, and to help her make sure neither group could ever hurt anyone ever again, so I tend to think they’d lean toward the former end in this situation. (Although, I also presume there would still be a struggle of sorts between the three lands and the Church itself, as well as against TWSITD, and Byleth would come out at the helm of that confrontation upon finding out that her students have found all that they have, because who is better to lead that charge than the woman who has been hurt so deeply by both sides, and who shares blood with both as well?)

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I have something! How about a feral Dimitri x fem Byleth one? During the war, Byleth has had to restrain and keep Dimitri under control, which includes him privately abusing her and emotionally insulting her, even using her body for his own needs. Each passing day, he breaks her over and over. After the war, when it was decided that she would be Archbishop, she breaks down and is ready to run far from Fodlan when Dimitri stops and comforts her.

Precursory Disclaimer: TW for Stockholm syndrome, a bit of gaslighting, verbal and physical abuse, and generally a lot of toxic behavior.

Okay, so Dimitri. Sweet baby Dimitri. He’s just not the same after Byleth disappears. He’s completely feral, driven mad by grief over all the people who’ve given their lives to protect his. He hears their voices everywhere he goes, haunted by the memories of his dear friends and protectors telling him how worthless he is, how unimportant he is, how unfortunate it was that they had to die for his sake, above anyone else’s.

This seriously fucks with him, to the point that when Byleth does reappear, five years later, he can’t bring himself to believe it’s really her. He feels a bit better that way, because if it’s not really her, he can take his aggression out on her more easily than if he were to believe it was. He worships Byleth. He doesn’t want to hurt Byleth. But at the same time, he doesn’t really believe this is her. He can’t. What if it’s some shapeshifter like Kronya, here to take away everything he ever cared about from him all over again? So in public, he keeps his distance. In private, he berates her, slanders her, curses her. He tells her over and over how she isn’t needed, isn’t wanted here. How she abandoned him, abandoned the war efforts when they needed her most. How she’s the reason he lost his eye. 

Anytime they’re alone, especially in the privacy of his chambers at night, he finds some sick sort of relief in belittling her in any way he can. He grabs her by the wrist, by the hair, by wherever he can grab her. He manhandles her, and forces himself on her more times than Byleth cares to count (she doesn’t exactly say no out loud, but is more than passive enough to indicate she isn’t offering enthusiastic consent - more that she’s just going along with it in hopes it’s what he needs to help get him back to normal). If this is what he needs, if this is how she can prove she’s here, for him and him alone, then she’ll put up with it all for him. She’s dedicated to him, to giving him what he needs from her to understand that he’s not alone anymore. But over time, it weighs on her that he seems to hate her, and seems more than willing to torment her than to show her any sign of affection, and eventually, she just can’t deal with it anymore.

She puts up with Dimitri’s horrific behavior behind closed doors from the moment she returns tp the Monastery until the moment the war ends and Dimitri is officially crowned the King of Faerghus. The moment she’s told she’s meant to be the next Archbishop of the Church of Seiros, to rule alongside him, though? She’s out the door faster than anyone could imagine, sprinting toward the Monastery gates. The Gatekeeper can hardly call out “Hello Professor!” before she’s out the gates. She runs as fast and as far as she can, until she reaches the Red Canyon, and enters the ruins of Zanado.

She cries there for a long while, hidden amongst the ruins, just wishing Sothis could tell her what she should do now. She hopes more than anything that being there, in Sothis’ home, will help her hear what Sothis thinks she should do, although it’s to no avail. She gets no response, of course. As much as she wished she would, she knew she wouldn’t get a response. But Byleth can’t handle more of Dimitri’s abuse, she can’t lead a nation with him when he clearly doesn’t trust her or care about her in the way she does him. She can’t handle being alone with him anymore. She can’t keep putting herself through it, no matter how much she’s loved him over the years. So, she resolves she needs to leave.

It’s a few hours later when she hears the hoof-beats of a lone horse pounding into the ground. Tucked away in an alley, she peeks out to see who is riding toward her. 

It’s Dimitri. Byleth can’t fathom why he’s come here. He wouldn’t come looking for her. He hated her, or at least, that’s how he acted. Why would he come looking for her? She withdrew deeper into the alley, hiding in the shadows, until-

“Byleth? I know you’re here. Come out, now.” His voice rumbles, soft and deep. “We clearly need to talk.” Byleth barely suppresses her surprised gasp at the lack of abusive language, at how much he sounds like the Dimitri she once knew, long before the war. He’d hardly said a single sentence to her that wasn’t full of aggression or abuse since before the war began, all those years ago. She hesitates, but slowly creeps out from the alleyway into the main path through the ruined city, to hear him out, and eventually, to tell him she was leaving. 

“Wh-what do you want, Y-your Highness?” Byleth stumbled over her words, too anxious to speak without stuttering. She didn’t want to risk setting him off, but she wanted- no, needed, and frankly, deserved- answers. 

Dimitri looked over the woman before him, how she trembled like a leaf, observing how her tearstained cheeks quivered with anxiety as she stumbled over her words, just to try and convey to him a simple question. It was as if he suddenly understood what he’d been doing to her from the moment she came back into his life. “I understand you’re scared. I- I’ve been horrible to you this last year, and I... I know I can’t atone for that. But I need you to know, as selfish as it is, that I want you here, with me. I want you to rule at my side, to be my advisor and my companion. I want you to stay with me, so please... Please, don’t leave me alone again.” He rambles, trying not to cry himself at the thought that the woman he had loved for years might leave because of his disturbing, awful behavior.

Byleth couldn’t help the whimper that escaped her. “I- You-” She hesitated, looking away from him. She spoke carefully, her voice low, devoid of emotion as she steeled herself against him. “What happened to me not being needed, or wanted, King Blaidyyd? What makes you think I’ll be willing to stay for you, when you’ve treated me so terribly? Why shouldn’t I walk away right now?”

Dimitri was shocked at the cold tone of voice and the unfamiliar title she used to address him. “Byleth, have I not shown you my love over the years? I’ve made love to you numerous times, shown you how I feel.” He couldn’t comprehend that his behavior was completely uncivilized and unloving, despite how he had interpreted and intended it.

Byleth laughed harshly, scoffing at him as her eyes blurred with tears. She had to stand her ground now, or she never would. “Your love? You think that’s what you’ve been showing me by abusing me with every aggressive word that leaves your mouth, with every bitemark and scratch and cut you’ve left on me? With every time you’ve rutted against me for your own release and played with me for your own entertainment? You think that’s love, now? The Dimitri I once loved would have known better than to call that love.”

Dimitri frowned, biting back a curse. “Is that what you think? I- I know I’ve been harsh, and crass, but have I truly been so unbearable that you can’t see how much I care for you still?”

Byleth shook her head. “The fact that you can’t understand that you have done nothing to show your care, shows just how long you have to go before you’re ready to truly love someone. I’m leaving, Dimitri. I can’t stay here and take more of this from you. I can’t lead the church and deal with you at the same time. Goodbye, Dimitri. Maybe one day, our paths will cross again.”

She moved to cross his path to leave, but as she did, a hand reached down and settled on her head. She flinched, expecting him to grab hold and pull at her hair. She could feel the panic rising in her again, seeping into every crevice of her mind. But the expected pulling never came. Just a large hand resting firmly upon her head, stroking her hair in a surprisingly gentle way. The first gentle physical action he’d taken toward her in years. 

“I understand your urge to leave. I cannot blame you for it, because I caused it. But please, I beg of you, consider staying. You are powerful, intelligent, and beyond brilliant. You are what the people need, more than I, or any other leader. Fodlan needs you to lead them, and I need you to lead me. I swear by all that I know and all that I hope to learn that I will never willingly hurt you. Never again. I want nothing more than to worship you, and to serve our people together, for the rest of our days. I know I cannot reassure you, or make you trust me. But I put my faith and trust in you, whatever you choose to do. You can lead the church, and you can lead Fodlan. Together, there is nothing we couldn’t do for our people.”

Byleth sighs softly, looking up at him with slightly warmer eyes as she addresses him with a sort of fondness in her voice, a tone reserved for the Dimitri she knew all those years ago. “I promise you that I will consider your words thoroughly. For now, though, I must still leave. There are too many wounds that need time to heal before I’m ready to lead anyone properly. But I will return when it is time for me to take up the mantle of Archbishop, be it a year or five or ten from now. And when that time comes, we will talk again.” And with that, she pulled herself away from his touch, and walked away.

Five years later, Dimitri finds out through whispering rumors that a woman with mint green hair has returned from the eastern lands beyond Fodlan, and found her way to the Garreg Mach monastery. Not long after, he received word from Seteth that Byleth had finally returned to take her place as Archbishop, and would be visiting Faerghus to discuss unfinished personal matters with him at a later date. 

He can’t help feeling a sense of anxiety and giddiness at the opportunity he’s been blessed with to see her face again, and to speak with her once more. Whatever was to come of it, whether she would claim him as her own or not, he was ready to face her once more, and to show her he had taken his own time to heal and become a better man, a more deserving man, one who could be worthy of her love and affection, and who could reciprocate those feelings healthily.

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Spoiler Warning for Seteth & Flayn Character Facts

@naehja Seteth would almost definitely react along the same lines as Byleth, with one no-so-subtle change. Varley wouldn't even have time to explain himself before Seteth has him shoved up against a wall begging for mercy. (Now, whether Seteth shows any or not... I'm afraid to say I'm pretty sure he wouldn't. Because let's be honest, this man hurt his own daughter. He straight up tortured and neglected her. Seteth is a dad to a daughter that looks to be close in age to Bernie. He can't imagine ever hurting his daughter, and he can't fathom why any father would hurt their child like Varley has Bernie. He couldn't stand idly and abide by that abuse. He just doesn't have it in him. He's also an ages old dragon man, who has seen more than enough personal loss and bloodshed in his life at the hands of human mortals like Varley to fuel his righteous fury and willingness to use the dangerously deadly skills he's honed to survive and protect his daughter over the years, especially since he's now willing to use them to protect one of the children he's basically adopted at the Monastery (because he has absolutely adopted all the kids that set foot in the monastery, and is their honorary father figure, without a doubt). So he'd give Varley two options, an ultimatum of sorts: A life filled with torture equivalently severe to what he did to Bernie, or a slow and painful death. (And if Varley thinks either option is any better than the other, well... He has no idea how miserable Seteth is about to make him, regardless of which he chooses.)

So...How would the students react to Bernadetta telling them about her horrible father?

I firmly believe that literally every single person who knows Bernie, professor or student, would rally and fucking riot at Varley.

The way I see it, there's the ones who would openly march up to his door and beat the shit out of him: Leonie, Ferdinand, Sylvain, and Annette are a few of the people I can see taking that route.

Then there's the ones who would march up to his door and demand he apologize and atone for what he did (threatened with pain of death, of course, although much more subtly): Mercie, Dorothea, Ingrid, Edelgard, and Dimitri are the ones I can see taking this one.

Then there's the ones who would drag him out by the collar, then rant and berate him for being a terrible father who doesn't deserve a daughter as sweet and precious as Bernie: Raphael, Ignatz, Caspar, Dedue, Flayn (who mostly just yells at him while tearing up because how dare he hurt Bernie like that) and even Marianne gets up the courage in her anger.

Then there's the schemers. The ones who don't openly confront Varley, instead killing him off with subtler means like poison or elaborately plotted "accidents" during a visit: Claude, Hubert, Felix.

As for the professors, especially Byleth? Varley won't be alive long enough to explain himself if their rage is any indicator of how long he has left to live once they get their hands on him.