#all in all they all work together to keep Dimitri his happy go lucky self

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While I’m stressing over finals, have some oc content in the form of videos and lore posts because I refuse to be near a computer outside of school until next week. Send an ask if you have questions about any of my ocs that can’t be found on their profiles or if they don’t have a profile yet.

I realized I never made like an actual post talking about Dimitri being possessed and all of his diagnoses. At the age of seven Dimitri was possessed by two spirits, a kitsune and one of his ancestors. At the age of ten he was diagnosed with Multiple Personalities Disorder (MPD, it’s the 80s so the term switch hasn’t happened yet). At the age of 14 Dimitri was bit by a werewolf.

Most of his character development is revolved around coming to terms that he can’t ignore his diagnosis, the fact that he’s a werewolf and the fact that he’s possessed by two dickhead spirits as it is all apart of him. It got pretty hard ignoring them once he realized that he would need Ricardo’s help if he was to take over the family business like his grandparents want him to.

He also had to learn how to control not only the powers he gained from Húlí, the kitsune, but also to learn how to hold back Ricardo, his many times great uncle, from taking his revenge out everyone. Then there’s the trying to figure out how to not randomly turn into a different person when he’s stressed out.

The switches were never noticeable until at least five minutes after they happened because that’s when people realized Dimitri or Damian or Volk (the werewolf) was no longer with them. It became slightly easier when Dimitri mastered his mist flames and they all started reconfiguring the body into their imagine of what they wanted to look like.

There’s six “personalities” as the psychiatrist likes to call them. In reality there’s only three personalities, Dimitri the “main” that’s just regular shmegular Dimitri with all his mental disorders. Depression, anxiety from whenever he’s near Giotto and Angelica (his father and mother), PTSD, the adhd. Faceclaim: Jabari Banks

Ricardo is the many times great uncle of Dimitri. It’s not really known how Dimitri came to be possessed by Ricardo and you can’t really take the word of a known psychopath. He takes the form of what he looked like before he died, a curly brown haired and blue eyed Italian. Faceclaim: Penn Badgley

Húlí is a kitsune who had recently “accidentally” got their previous user killed in the forest behind the Vongola mansion. Húlí attached onto the closet powerful being they could so there wouldn’t be another mishap like what had happened with the previous user. He’s not necessarily a vengeful spirit, he just loves to fuck with people and uses his powers to inconvenience others. Faceclaim: Son Woo-Hyun

Volk is what Rowen started calling Dimitri’s werewolf and it kinda just stuck. Dimitri got bit at the age of 14 while he was wandering around the expansive forest behind the mansion even after he was explicitly told to stop going back there. During the week leading up to the full moon is when Volk decides to be present and he didn’t want to be left out of all the fun of switching Dimitri’s body around. Faceclaim: Tom Welling

Trigger warning for the reasons behind Damian and Demeter’s alters

Then there’s Damian, he was formed to keep Dimitri from remembering most of his abusive history with Giotto. Damian is who mostly interrupts Dimitri’s life if he feels something could trigger Dimitri. Damian will often forth when Dimitri ever has to interact with Giotto or his mother to shield Dimitri from their abusive tendencies. He tends to take the form of a more Asian looking boy to try and connect more with his Asian side of the family. Faceclaim: Ryan Potter

Demeter, she was formed after an incident in Russia when she was 8 that she doesn’t like to talk about. She is meant to reflect the childhood Dimitri should’ve had growing up without the threat of his father having a bad day and taking his anger out on him. She takes the form of young Dimitri and her name is where Dimitri derived from. Faceclaim: Mila Davis-Kent

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So happy you but up the headcanons! All of them are gems and I love them so much. Rereading the Dimitri and Felix rivalry hc made me want to ask for claude and yuri rivalry, but dark of course because both of these boys are sane and logical and would move on if they both caught feelings for you and weren't attached to you by a dark obession lol.

Sorry, I know you asked for love rivalry but I simply could not help myself and got a little carried away with seeing the so-called rivalry to his inevitable conclusion :3c

~Not that it’s probably necessary, but I had to consider the timeline for this. A rivalry between them wouldn’t fit in the events of the game because of Claude’s ambition, but he leaves the country in most endings. My solutions would be to have Claude split his time between Fódlan and Almyra as a politically active prince such as in his solo ending or to propose that Yuri would spend a lot of time in Almyra. Reasons for this could be that he went in aid of his good friend and military commander Balthus (Yuri would make for an awfully good royally sanctioned spy) or that he’s abusing the newfound system of open-market international trade for his criminal enterprise. Either way, Claude is powerful Almyran royalty and Yuri is a shady figure of the underworld. Not too unlike a story I’ve written, but this is separate from that. None of this really matters, ultimately, but whatever I like to think of how this would work out.

~Both men are powerful and ambitious. Both of them are emotionally isolated despite (or because of) their positions. They’re friends, or at least on friendly terms so there’d be a lot of overlap in social circles. And, really, they are quite similar so it’s plausible that they’d go for the same type.  

~I’ve since changed my stance on reasons why Claude might develop a fixation on someone. He is concerned with the intrinsic value of a person. He values the thoughts, feelings, and especially the perception of people he is close with. Claude is also a loner, a fundamentally lonesome person who wishes to be seen and loved on his own merits despite the guard he puts up and the social games he plays. Not to say I entirely retcon my previous opinion, but I focused too hard on the idea that he would need to dehumanize you by zeroing in on utilitarian usefulness rather than be driven to darker feelings by his fear of being alone and need to find a connection.

~This all goes for Yuri too, although it’s easier for me to imagine Yuri getting his authentic feelings twisted up and dark. Yuri’s circumstances were somewhat similar to Claude’s, except that he was shown genuine affection by his mother and the old man. Therefore, he knows what it is to lose that. He learned early on what it is to have people die because of him, to shoulder the burden of guilt that comes with such profound loss. Yuri’s scarred by a brutal, painful upbringing where “love” was a commodity to be traded in for favors (even by his mother) and genuine, honest relationships became nearly impossible to comprehend. If he met you and developed those true, affectionate feelings, if he found a so-called light in the darkness, maybe it’d make sense that he’d do everything he could to keep it from losing it.

~Their similarities in this instance would work out for this scenario. Somebody useful to them, somebody authentic enough to appeal to their deeply ingrained sense of loneliness, somebody clever or interesting or fun… There’s a lot of reasons they could develop unhealthy feelings for you born out of an innocently platonic friendship.

~And it would have to be platonic on both counts. Yuri and Claude are too self-aware for them to make a move if you made a choice early on. Or, I don’t think it’d become as big of a production because they wouldn’t have emotionally invested so much in you. Leading them both on unintentionally just by having a normal human friendship is kinda sad but also kinda funny.

~They’d know that you were close with the other. Of course they would. Maybe it would hurt, but neither would express that feeling to you. Claude would ask pointed (but not direct) questions about your feelings and dazzle you with grand overtures. Yuri would work the seductive and sweet angle, trying to win your heart the old fashioned way. But, you know, with more uncomfortable subtext and innuendo.   

~Something that has not changed is my opinion that Claude would be obsessive about his darker feelings. Not on a consistent, all the time basis, but more like a hobby. A puzzle he couldn’t solve, an itch he couldn’t quite scratch. He’d search for all of the pieces of you in the hopes that the final picture would allow him to understand his increasingly dangerous feelings. Claude’s not stupid, he’s really self aware. Enough to feel guilt, enough to recognize that what he’s doing isn’t right, and enough to justify himself out of the responsibility of doing amoral things for the right reasons.

~Yuri, on the other hand, wouldn’t be so… aggressive about it. He’d want you to come to him, to return to him again and again to prove to himself that what he feels isn’t wrong, to ingratiate himself into your life in a way that validated everything he felt for you and put you on more equal footing. He’d internalize everything a lot more, feel a lot of guilt about the intensity of his feelings, but he’d find ways to keep you close. Or, for you to keep him close.

~Don’t get me wrong, though, you wouldn’t get so much of a glimpse of this weaker, more vulnerable Yuri. He’d go the opposite direction of his guilt or doubt, wearing an impenetrable smiling, sarcastic, playful mask. My main point is that I see him as being more emotionally wrecked by having these dark feelings due to his self hatred. I also think Yuri would be more generally sensitive to unhealthy romance dynamics, especially if it became physical at all. 

~In an interestingly twisted way, Yuri hypocritically recognizing Claude’s behavior as being dangerous would encourage him to be more proactive about his own feelings and feel less guilty about doing so. Being the protective type rather than the obsessive really just fits Yuri so much better, although I see it as one ultimately leading to the other.

~It’s not about winning. They’d be competing, clearly battling against each other for you in a way that would not only be creepily objectifying, but also emotionally strenuous, but they’d keep on insisting that it wouldn’t be about winning. They’d just want you to be happy, to be safe. They both would just want what’s best for you. And what is best for you? Just ask them.

~Claude’s argument: Yuri’s lifestyle is dangerous. He’s a good guy, Claude really does trust him, buuuuut he’s not exactly the type of man you’d be safe with, you know?

~Yuri’s argument: Claude’s not treating you right. He’s obviously manipulating you, how could you possibly miss that? You deserve better, don’t you agree?

~But in the same breath they’d both insist that if you didn’t want to be with them romantically, that would be fine. They both, truly and unselfishly, would just want you to be happy. Just want to stay close with you. Veeeeeery unselfishly. 

~Their interactions with each other would be amazingly fake and aloof. Making small talk and smiling all the while vying for your attention in a nearly juvenile tug-of-war. Still, I don’t think, even through all of this, that they’d dislike each other. It’s not about winning, right? It’s not a game, right?

~Okay, so, I know the whole thing with scenarios like this is an inability to face rejection, but if you were to chose Yuri over Claude or vice versa, that’s where it would end. Committing yourself to one of them still wouldn’t work out super well because that’s the nature of giving into such dark and unhealthy feelings, but it would no longer be a rivalry.

~Let me propose, then, that you would eventually reject both of them. At first, the whole thing would have been so fun and so nice. Getting all of this attention from two powerful and attractive guys would be exciting. You’d feel so lucky, they’re both charming and friendly and kind. But then things would have gotten more intense and there’s this weird love triangle that is incredibly trite and uncomfortable and you wouldn’t have wanted to hurt either of them so it’s better to just leave it, right?

~Yuri would be more likely to use his personal feelings as a tactic of manipulation, I think. Worse, he probably wouldn’t see it that way. He knows, he truly knows, how dangerous and terrible the world could be and he’d do anything to shield you from it and his feelings would reflect that. Granted, if he felt you weren’t getting it, I don’t think Yuri would exactly be above veiled threats or bludgeoning you with fear tactics and even a dash of shame for how you’d played with both their hearts.

~Claude would do his best to convince you that you didn’t actually want to go. You didn’t have to chose either of them, but you couldn’t leave, either. That was way too dramatic. Besides… wasn’t it a little selfish? This was where you were needed, he relied on you. He trusted you. Sure, Claude’s a visionary, but what does that vision matter if the one who he shares his dreams with is gone?

~Maybe that wouldn’t work, though. Long term, it probably wouldn’t. I mentioned before that they wouldn’t hate each other, so if it came down to actually losing you, why not work together?

~Love triangles are for chumps, invest in a horribly unhealthy three person dynamic with possible kidnap and very overt tones of mental and emotional manipulation.

~That would solve all the the problems, wouldn’t it? Why would you try and leave them after they made so many compromises for you? Really, would you be that ungrateful and callous? They would both care about you so much, love you, even. Yuri and Claude would be trying to make it work despite the fact that it came down to essentially a tie in this bizarre game, why couldn’t you do your part? Landing such attractive and powerful guys, having them lay their hearts at your feet, you’d have to be a really terrible and selfish person to reject that. Not that you’d be given a lot of choice, but the devils in the details and if you fought them on this, it probably wouldn’t end up very pretty for you.

~Not saying either of them would hurt you. Physically, I mean. Probably. 

~In some ways, the compromise would make the guilt easier for them to bear. The fact that they were also being forced to deal with something they wouldn’t necessarily want to would be a leveling ground for them to justify any of your unhappiness with the situation. Like, it was all an equal amount of compromise to make things work for all three of you. 

~Claude would know how much Yuri meant to you and feel like the fact that he hadn’t taken that away from you absolved him of a lot of the responsibility of the other things he’d taken from you. Plus, Claude’s a distracted guy who’d lose track of things sometimes, always getting caught up in whatever project he was working on at the time, so he’d know that you wouldn’t be lonely during those times.

~Yuri would see Claude as being, in many ways, a better person than him. More out of a horrible sense of self perception than fact. So Yuri could have his piece of you with the recognition that Claude was there to balance the worst parts of himself and make you happy in ways this dark, twisty version of Yuri might not think he could.

~I don’t think that either Yuri or Claude would ever truly get along because of how similar they are and the fact that they both kinda lost to the other but I also don’t think that would be a huge issue. Their verbal sparring would be entertaining, honestly. 

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wedding bells

Everyone in Garreg Mach overhears the "engagement" and has ideas for the wedding. Ingrid just wants to correct this. Dorothea's just amused. (over here on ao3)

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“Oh Ingrid…I accept your offer! We’ll be together forever!”

 It was a mistake to have done this in the dining hall as soon as they’d returned because at Dorothea’s sudden exclamation everyone turned towards them.

 “No way…” Sylvain said, the first to approach them and grinned at Ingrid as he swung an arm over her shoulder. “Ingrid you never said you were going to propose to Dorothea, I’m a little hurt you cut us out of this.”

 “This isn’t-” Ingrid tried to say to defend herself but was cut off again.

 “You sure she’s worth it?” Felix asked, coming up beside them, in that brash tactless way he had.

 “Felix!” Ingrid scolded, “Anyone would be lucky to marry Dorothea.” She was certain her face now matched Sylvain’s hair the way she was flushing.

 “Just making sure.” Felix scowled at Dorothea and in that moment Ingrid realized it was his awkward attempt at vetting to make sure Ingrid was happy.

 “Ingrid just got to me first.” Dorothea said, giggling and winking at Felix. “No need to be jealous.”

 “Now hang on-” Ingrid tried again but this time was interrupted by Ferdinand swooping over and pulling Ingrid out of Sylvain’s grasp and into a hug.

 “A momentous occasion! The Black Eagle’s own Dorothea engaged to a worthy noble.”

 She’d never realized how loud Ferdinand was before.

 “Oh Ferdie, put my fiancée down.” Dorothea frowned at him until Ferdinand pouted and put Ingrid down.

 “My apologies, I was merely overwhelmed by this glorious news!”

 “Thanks Ferdie.” Dorothea said, but it was dry.

 “Ohhhh, Dorothea! Please say I can do your make-up the big day.” Hilda had made her way over while dragging Marianne with her. “Please, please, please!”

 “Of course Hilda! There’s no one I’d trust more. Petra,” Dorothea beckoned her fellow classmate, “Do you think you could braid my hair.”

 “I would be most grateful to be chosen for this honour, Dorothea.” Petra said and smiled widely at Dorothea.

 “I can do Ingrid’s! Mercie will help, right Mercie?” Annette came up behind Ingrid, making her jump a little in surprise.

 “Of course, Annie!” Mercedes smiled softly at Ingrid. “Congratulations Ingrid, I had no idea you were going to propose to Dorothea.”

 “She didn’t tell anyone? Guess I’m not so left out of the loop then. I still call being a man of honour for Ingrid.” Sylvain grinned, “Felix does too.”

 “Leave me out of this. And since when do you have any honour?”

 “Guys!” Ingrid tried to get their attention but no one was listening still.

 “Talk about breaking down the class barriers Ingrid, who knew you had it in you.” Claude clapped a hand on her shoulder and winked and without a doubt Ingrid got the feeling he knew this was a misunderstanding but wouldn’t help her clear it up.

 “Indeed.” Edelgard was standing next to Claude with Hubert hovering behind her as always. “Though I may have to duel you, to ensure you’re right for Dorothea of course. As head of her house I believe I’m owed that honour.” There was the barest hint of a smile on her lips to show she was joking but Ingrid took a step back just in case.

 “Ingrid!” Dimitri of course was next, rushing over with Dedue. “I just heard the strangest rumour!”

 “How?!” Ingrid asked indignant, annoyed at how fast things were spiralling out of control.

 “I wonder if I can get Bernie to help me make a dress…” Dorothea mused.

 “Oh I’ve seen her work,” Leonie piped up, “She’s a good choice for that!” Leonie tugged at her sleeve showing a mended embroidered patch at her elbow, “Fixed this right up for me.”

 Ingrid heard a thud she could only assume was Bernadetta fainting at the compliment.

 “This is just like in the stories!” Ashe exclaimed, squeezing through the crowd to reach Ingrid. “You saw how fervent Dorothea was fighting for you not get married to that one noble and as the gallant knight you couldn’t help but fall in love!”

 “No Ashe, that’s not what hap-”

 “They’ll need a wonderfully tasty cake.” Lysithea was bouncing a little as she said it but Ingrid knew better than to point out how young that made her look.

 “And an even better feast.” Raphael boomed from above her.

 “I believe I can offer my services if such are needed.” Dedue said, bowing a little in Ingrid’s direction.

 “I-I’ll paint you a picture, of your wedding day, a memory for the both of you. It might not be any good…” Ignatz trailed off when Raphael smacked him on the back to assure him his pictures would be fine.

 “All this noise…I may pass on the reception, Dorothea.” Linhardt said between yawns.

 “Aw c’mon Linhardt, this is for Dorothea!” Caspar nudged him. “I bet Ingrid had to fight for her hand in marriage and it was an awesome battle.”

 “That’s not what happened!” Ingrid managed to get out.

 “No, she just asked me, so matter of fact.” Dorothea sighed a little dreamily. “Not quite the engagement offer I imaged but who could say no to my lovely Ingrid.”

 “Dorothea!” Ingrid was blushing again and she knew it.

 “You certainly can’t go wrong with having roses for the wedding.” Lorenz offered, brushing his hair back somehow haughtily, “My expertise will be invaluable then.”

 “Look this is all a mistake.” Ingrid said but was drowned out by everyone shouting out various offers and ideas.

 She buried her face in her hands and pulled away from the crowd, aiming to sneak away.

 “We can’t use black as a colour for the wedding, it’ll look more like a funeral then!” She heard Hilda arguing to Ferdinand who had declared their colours should match their respective houses.

 “Make sure there’s lots of meat dishes.” Raphael was saying to Dedue who was nodding solemnly.

 “Can I be the cake tester? I mean, I assume you’ll need one.” Lysithea was begging Mercedes.

 “I think if this is a merging of the Black Eagles and Blue Lions it should be held on Golden Deer lands to show we’re all involved. Something that really unites us.” Claude said over Dimitri’s offer to host the wedding at his grounds.

 She finally reached the end of the dining hall, bursting out into the gardens and groaning loudly as she collapse on the bench.

 “How am I going to explain this one?” Ingrid asked to herself, blowing her hair of her eyes in annoyance.

 “Oh don’t worry,” A voice said above her and she jerked her head up to see Dorothea standing there with her eyes twinkling a little with mirth. “I’ll make a grand statement that we realized we needed to wait and then over time our love just faded.”

 “I don’t think it’s possible to fall out of love with you Dorothea.” Ingrid said, surprisingly them both.

 “Oh,” It was nice to see this time that Dorothea was blushing. “That’s sweet Ingrid.”

 “I mean it.” She insisted, clearing her throat and looking down a little. “You have this amazing charm about yourself, you always look so well put together and can talk to just about anyone. I’m envious a little.”

 “Don’t count yourself out, you’ve got a grace about you, it’s very clear you were cut out to be a knight. Ashe was right about the whole gallant part.” Dorothea was winking at her when Ingrid looked back her way.

 Ingrid laughed, “I think he’ll be the one most crushed we’re not getting married.”

 “A shame to break everyone’s planning like that.” Dorothea said and then took a seat next to her. “Though it was fun to pretend at least for a little while.”

 “Oh? I’m sure you’ve gotten offers before, you’ve never pretended with one of them?”

 “They were only interested in voice or my looks.” Dorothea sounded bitter and angry, so unlike her usual cheery self that Ingrid immediately felt bad for bringing it up and wanted to fix it.

 “Well I’m not.” Ingrid said and then flushed at how it sounded. “I mean interested in your voice or looks. Not that they’re not lovely, I mean you’re lovely.” This wasn’t going at all as she planned. “But I care more about you as Dorothea the person is what I meant.”

 Dorothea’s smile was blinding and only made her blush deepen. “You’re adorable Ingrid. I almost wish this was real.”

 At that moment Ingrid almost wished it too. But her father would never allow it.

 She opened her mouth to say that but what came out instead was, “I should at least court you first.”

 Dorothea raised an eyebrow, “Really?”

 “Well,” Ingrid swallowed, “A knight doesn’t go back on her word.” Her father didn’t have to know, this might not go anywhere after all but with the soft look Dorothea was giving her she really didn’t care either way just then.

 Dorothea’s lips curved upwards, “I accept your proposal.” She said and then after a moment added, “Can I keep the ring?”

 Ingrid snorted in amusement, “Sure Dorothea, think of it as a courting gift.”

 “I’ll be expecting something better later.” Dorothea nudged her lightly, leaning in and then pressing a kiss to Ingrid’s cheek. “C’mon.” She stood up and offered Ingrid her hand, “Let’s go correct everyone’s assumptions. I promise not to lead them on this time.”

 Ingrid took her hand and let herself be pulled up but didn’t pull her hand away afterwards, awkwardly holding on. She lifted their joint hands up so she could press a kiss to the back of Dorothea’s hand, feeling silly as she did it but she’d always felt it was romantic in the books she had read of knights who courted maidens.

 “Oh Ingrid...” Dorothea said softly, smiling at her.

 “Maybe we can let them plan a little while longer.” Ingrid relented, looking back at the dining hall which was still loud with everyone shouting things. “Or at least tire themselves out to the point they can’t talk back when we correct them.”

 “And in the meantime?”

 “I hear the Goddess Tower has a lovely view.” Ingrid squeezed Dorothea’s hand that was still in her grasp.

 Dorothea giggled and used their clasped hands to pull Ingrid along. The ring she’d put on her finger brushed against Ingrid’s fingers, the metal warmed from Dorothea’s skin.

 Maybe one day, if her father could ever be convinced or maybe she just wouldn’t care, the ring could be replaced with another.

 But she wasn’t going to let Sylvain or Felix plan one second of that wedding.

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AsheXReader price of war part 9

This part wasn’t even in the outline, I just wanted to have some free writing fun. Sorry I haven’t been updating either one of my stories that much, I’m working and going to school, but thank you guys for sticking around.

“Ha! You see that!” Y/n said to Hubert as she hit a tree with a bolt of thunder.

“Yes. You might be able to fry a chicken with a bolt like that.” Hubert said.

“Well I’ve had to work on my magic by myself, Mr. too busy hanging out with Edelgard after school hours.”

“We have important business.”

“I bet y’all are making out.”

“You couldn’t be farther from what’s the actual truth.” He told her. “And what about you? You’ve been having late visits from..oh what’s his name...Ashe-“

“Ubert-Hubert! Ha! And yeah we’re friends, sometimes friends hang out like you would know anything about that vampire man!” Y/n teased. 

“I don’t think your family would be too happy if they found out all your time was spent with a commoner.” Hubert told her. 

“They can suck on some lemons then.” She told him. 

“Y/n, I hope this isn’t a bad time.” Edelgard said joining the picture. “I must be taking Hubert with me to town.”

“Oh of course! Take him! He’s been chatting my ear off with curses and hexes!” Y/n after dramatic and then did a not so secret wink at Hubert. 

“What was that?” Edelgard asked about winking.

“Nothing.” Hubert told her. 

“Oh my goddess! Just go have a grand time! Don’t get complicated feelings and enjoy your youth!” Y/n yelled as they walked away. 

 Y/n didn’t want to be alone with her thoughts. Hubert did he’d her with the anxiety of his words! Of course he had to bring up her mother! She liked Ashe and she doesn’t care what her mother thinks! Her mother is gonna wanna hire him as a knight! That doesn’t settle in the stomach well...they’re friends not supposed to be boss and employee! It was more complicated than that!

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The kids were put back to battle against Slyvain’s brother. It was a tough month to prepare for, Gilbert even made his presence known. Students kept apologizing to Sylvain that they were going to put an end to his life, but Slyvain told the world he didn’t care. 

 The mission was simple, kill Miklan and his bandits and retrieve the hero relic. Their hide away was an abandoned fort in the kingdom. It was towering over the students before they entered. Ashe wondered why this wasn’t for the knight of serios to complete? Why make blood kill each other? It was maddening to watch Slyvain hide the pain. It was no secret why the family tossed Mikilan away, but it was still heartless to pit children against each other. 

 Y/n was forced to keep up with the front lines in order to keep Dimitri, Ingrid, Sylvain, Felix and Dedue healed. The bandits were ruthless, they didn’t care that they were facing bright eye students. They wanted blood to spill. It was hard being an archer in a close quartered building, luckily he was well versed with an axe. When the front lines got the throwaway son, the building began to shake and lose its structure. Old bricks fell out of place. 

“Y/n, look out!” He called to the girl, staring in horror at a beat he couldn’t see.

Ashe wasn’t as lucky, he was hit in the head with a brick. He could hear, but not move an inch. Not even a real enemy that took him out, but some debris. 

“Ashe? Ashe! Goddess! Ashe are you alright?” he heard Y/n. She turned the boy over and saw the blood streaming over his face. She quickly put her hand over the wound and began healing. Her other arm was used to hold Ashe in her lap and keep his head supported. “What the hell is that thing?” Y/n cried, still holding onto Ashe. With all his might he tried moving his hand to grab Y/n’s wrist. Her healing hand held his hand first and put it on his chest and went back to healing his head. “I’m not gonna let anything else hurt you tonight, not another bandit, brick or that thing!”  She whispered.

 Ashe ended up losing the rest of his consciousness. His eyes didn’t open at the sensation of waking up. His head was splitting, but there was a soft hand caressing his cheek. A soft hum welcomes him back into the world. His green eyes began to open to see Y/n was the one in the room with him. He was relieved and rubbed his face more into her hand. 

Once the battle was over, Y/n had gotten Ashe into the infirmary. Manuela was impressed by the work that was done on Ashe. She left the two students together, maybe it was her womanly instinct, or maybe because she had to take care of more students. The way Y/n was looking at Ashe, she knew now what her feelings were. How her stomach dropped when she saw him get injured, or how she heard he visited her when she was injured, or the ghost night, he was her favorite person. She felt a little disgusted with herself, caressing his face, while unconscious. She would never have the guts to do that if he was wide awake. But she couldn’t help it, he was injured in pain, no one to comfort him. His green eyes opened only a little bit, but she knew he wasn’t fully awake. She wasn’t flustered by her own actions, she wanted him to feel comforted in such a dire moment. He may have lost his parents, Christopher, Lonato, but he wasn’t alone.

 “You’re gonna be just fine, Ashe, I promise.” She told him ever so gently. 

“Y/n…” he breathed. Her (colored) eyes widen. It was a declaration of love or anything, but the way he said it, not fully there, he said her name like it meant something. His hand reached for her wrist and this time his fingers curled around it. “Thank you….”

 Ashe wasn’t sure if he was dreaming or not, the last thing he remembered was getting injured, and Y/n rushing to his aid. He couldn’t move, but he didn’t hate the environment. He knew it was Y/n from her voice that his mind or eyes were seeing. His sight was still too fuzzy to make out defined shapes. He wanted to thank her for abandoning the battle to ensure he wasn’t going to die. Whatever she saw back there in the battle, she risked herself settling by Ashe to save him.The warm movement over his cheek let his senses know it was her hand. Her body shifted and their faces were only inches apart. Her bright (colored) eyes stared into his half lidded green ones. She pressed her cheek  to his. He wasn’t knowing what to expect, but it wasn’t that, his body was too sore to react though, or maybe it was the chain of his dreams keeping him still.

“I was really scared, Ashe.” she whispered in his ear. 

 Ashe was able to muster enough strength to curl his fingers around her wrist of the hand holding his face. This action shocked the girl. That’s when the reality of her actions started to have a real weight on her. 

“But don’t worry, things are working themselves out!” she pulled away, brushing his gray hair back. “I’m gonna replace your bandages, just rest up!” her voice was shaking with every work as she tried to spring back to her usual self, pretending she did not just do what she did.

 Ashe did come around in the ifmirany, again, but he was met with Manuela this time, and he was stronger when he awoke. He was met with a series of questions and tests, his eyesight, could he move his arms, walk in a straight line. Manuela explained his injury, but it was probably not as bad as they thought. Due to mental state, his body was more susceptible to collapsing. She empathized getting rest, and finding closure, easier said than done.

“I’d let you go now, but Y/n said she was going to bring you your breakfast.” Manuela said.

“Was Y/n injured at all?” Ashe asked.

“Just a couple of scratches, I heard Felix kept an eye on her. She did take good care of you while you were unconscious on the battlefield.” Manuela smirked.

He got flustered at the thought. Luckily his head was only injured so she didn’t have to remove any armor or clothes.His throat dried at the thought. His dream began to haunt him, what if it was real? He liked her, but when he touched her she seemed uncomfortable. She was probably getting him food to ask him to never do that again. 

“Well, I hear footsteps. I’ll leave you two alone.” and now Manuela was misinterpreting the entire situation!

His mind was racing. Yeah, Y/n let him touch her when he was showing her how to wield bows and axes, but that was personal gain! Maybe it was fine, he grabbed her wrist when they were on the battlefield, but it could have been the heat of the moment she didn’t notice. He didn’t even mean it! It was just instinct! Y/n came through the door, and his heart was ready to just explode and beg for forgiveness.

“Hey, I brought you breakfast, I had Dedue make it!” Y/n said like nothing happened.

 She was putting on a brave face trying to be so strong even though he had to of creeped her out. He was trying to find the right words, but his mouth was going dry just thinking of what he did to her.

“I’m glad to see you’re sitting up, you were out for sometime.” she continued as she unwrapped the dish.

Maybe he could start with a thank you! Thank you for healing me, sorry for being weird when I was unconscious could be a good line. He saw her hand go straight into his face waving up and down.

“Are you okay? Did you lose your hearing?” she asked.

“Ah! No, no!” he was going off like a jitterbug. “I was just thinking...uh, thank you for taking care of me.”

“Well of course, I’m a healer.” She took the meal into her lap, and got the silverware. “Are you well enough to feed yourself?”

“Yes! Yeah I can feed myself!” He took the dish out of her lap. He didn’t actually know if he was or not, but he was eating by himself. He didn’t want to burden her with more work.

 But of course that action backfired in Y/n’s mind. Ashe has to hate her for what she did for being a creep, taking advantage of him in such a state by caressing his cheek. She had to be the most selfish person in the whole world.

“Hey, can I ask you something, Ashe?”

Oh no! She's gonna ask why he was such a creep!

“Yeah.”

“When I was watching you, not like a stalker, just you know for symptoms or anything, I uh was wondering if you could just forget about it, it was just the heat of the battle, and-”

“Yeah let's forget it, no hard feelings?” he was asking.

“You sure?” she thought it was a statement he was making about the situation.

“Yeah.”

 Manuela was listening and just wanted to kill both those students for their poor communication skills. Byleth was rubbing off too much on them.