#ashe ubert imagines

[dpsisquared]

"Few knights are truer than you, Ashe. I bade you to keep living, and you have."

Scarlet Blaze, Ashe vs. Dimitri at Arianrhod

[sapphirecat]

Imagine

...Ashe coming to you after the battle with Lonato and collapsing into your chest, apologizing and pleading with you in the same breath.

"I'm sorry. I-I can't seem to stop crying. Lonato- Lonato is- I'm sorry to come upon you like this, (Name)... But please don't let me go. I need you."

[dulcesiabits]

injury.

summary: what do they do when you get injured during a battle? (ft. Hilda, Annette, Ashe).

notes: 398 words, drabbles, angst, reader injury, mentions of blood

Hilda Valentine Goneril

You fall, and all Hilda can see is red. 

Red, where it shouldn’t be. Blood everywhere, on your armor, your skin, the grass. Marianne running towards you, and Claude gripping Hilda’s arm, urging her to look away, to keep calm, because it wouldn’t help you if she lost it right here--

Hilda shakes him off, her grip on her axe tightening.

This is real, she reminds herself. This is war. People get hurt, and people die.

This is nothing like the strategy lessons back in Garreg Mach where she watched Claude maneuver pieces on a board against Lorenz. This is no training drill, where you would pop back up, complaining about your sore arms.

No, this is real, and Hilda would simply have to slaughter every person on the field who dared to raise a finger against you.

Annette Dominic

Annette’s hands shake as she presses a rag to your side.

“You’re going to be okay,” she whispers, trying to smile. “You’re going to be okay.”

It’s a promise, a prayer: as long as she keeps saying it, it’ll be true. It has to be. Because you have a future together, so many things you haven’t done yet. She has a ring she has yet to slip on your finger. There’s a festival in Faerghus she’s been wanting to take you to, once the war is over.

Sweat beads your forehead as Annette tries to stem the flow of blood from your wound. The din of fighting rings around her, but it might as well be a million miles away.

The real war is here, as she begs you not to leave her.

Ashe Ubert

You’re by Ashe’s side when the spell hits you, and you crash into the ground like a broken bird.

The world goes on, regardless.

Dimitri shouts orders. Someone grips his shoulder, tells him Mercedes is on the other side of the field. 

Ashe holds you in his arms. Is he strong enough to pick you up and carry you? Would he even make it? If only he had Sylvain’s cleverness, or Dimitri’s strength. If only he had noticed the enemy readying a spell in your direction and pushed you out of the way. If only...

No. There would be time for tears later. Right now, you need him.

He has already lost so much, and he will not lose you, too.

[sokkas-art-corner]

A special drawing for the birthday boy! I just had to draw something for one of my favorite characters in the whole FE series ❤️

[fe-semi-decent-scenarios]

{Of Pens and Paper}- Blue Lions Edition

Prologue: Here Next: Golden Deer -coming soon-

Dimitri

My Beloved,

I know my struggle with words has caused many misunderstandings between us. If not on your side, then on mine. For once I would like the chance to collect my thoughts and share them with you. I have watched the sun rise and set many times, each alone. Yet for a short period the pain of solitude did not grasp my heart entirely. I speak of our days as students, where I had something to look forward to each coming day: you.

For a time, that brief respite was ripped away. Your face had joined the many I would watch the sun rise with, and that would deny me rest when it set. I have always been a husk of a man, yet your face is one I would rather die than see corrupted. To see meet again, yet as the monster I have become--the goddess has a cruel sense of humor. I could not bring myself to appreciate her gift in the beginning. Not as the broken man I was, and still am in a way.

Which is why I write to tell you this. I appreciate you, your presence in my life, the friend you are to our allies, and the strength you give to my homeland. You always have seen the good in people, in the world…even in someone like me.

You are as beautiful as the day I lost you, and not one moment passes where I do not thank the gods for returning you to my side. Above all, I am thankful that you allow me to love you. 

Forever yours,

Dimitri

A letter expressing your importance in their life

Dedue

(Y/N),

Rest well. You have earned this celebration just as we all have. Should you awaken before I return, there are extra blankets stored in the chest near the fire place. I considered returning you to your room, but Manuela instructed for you to remain under supervision until your condition stabilizes. I hope awaking in my room was not too big a surprise. If so then I apologize.

I will return in the evening with dinner. Hopefully you will be awake at the time. Feel free to relax anywhere you would like or light the fireplace for warmth. As stated, you did well in our last battle. Professor Byleth said there would be a toast in your honor tonight, and I am proud. Proud to watch you grow, and to call myself your partner.

Tonight's dinner is porridge with fruit. I will prepare it myself, so please be ready to eat.

Regards,

Dedue

A letter of congratulations

Felix

(Y/N),

I would say this in person, but you likely don't want to see me right now. I also would normally wait for you to stop being so childish, though this treatment is mostly my fault. I'm not that bone-headed to overlook our past. All I can say is that I'm sorry. I wish I never acted the way I did towards you. I was in the wrong to be rude when we first met, and my stupid pride caused this annoying 'rivalry,' if you could even call it that.

It seems everything I do regarding you is always one-sided, fighting included.

This isn't coming out the way that I wanted, but I'm on my last piece of paper and nearly out of ink. I can't speak nonsense like Sylvain, or woo you with lies. I would sooner die, honestly. I didn't choose to fall in love with you, it just happened somehow. I want to know if you love me too.

If you don't come find me by tonight then I'm coming to you. I won't leave without an answer this time.

-Felix

A letter containing an important confession

Sylvain

My Love,

Surprised? Didn't think I was one for penmanship, did you? I figure most of my attempts to flirt don't work out well, so why not try something new? Feel free to show this off to everyone. Matter of fact, I expect you to, otherwise I will take great offense. After all, we're partners now. It's not fair if you don't brag about me like I do you.

Man, it feels surreal writing this. Last week I was blubbering to Ingrid about you over a pint, and yesterday you beat me to the punch and confessed. I was so tired of fighting it-my feelings, I mean. I knew the way I thought about you was special. For a long time, actually. I wanted us to stay friends, after all, you deserve someone way better than me. So hearing those words…yeah. I was right, this is hard. All I can say is that it felt like someone said I would get to eat my favorite foods every day. Not in a glutton way, but like being told you'll have some type of promised happiness for life.

Hopefully you can make sense of what I just said. If not? Well, I'll let my actions do the talking next time.

Sincerely,

Sylvain. Aka. Your fiancé  (I saw that eyeroll)

A letter retelling of your first 'I love you'

Ashe

My flower,

I hope this letter finds you well. If not, then I hope you are at least taking care of yourself. Remember to drink plenty of water and rest! I may not be there to nag you myself, but may my words at least guilt you somewhat.

Yes, I am playing 'dirty,' as you like to call it. I miss you dearly, and want you home in one piece.

Home, for me, is with you. It has been ever since we first met. At the time I didn't know it, but I firmly believe the goddess decides our fated long before we are born. The first time you held my hand, something told me deep down that I would follow you wherever you go. I was excited and scared, because at the time becoming a knight was my dream. I knight lived for their king.

I still remember how your hand felt that day. I remember your gentle grasp and how sweaty I was in comparison. It took time, but I learned that being a knight means protecting the people you care about. You serve the king, but you serve to protect your loved ones. The day you held my hand, I knew you would be important.

But the day I realized this, is the day I realized I love you. So please, bring back my home safely.

With love,

Ashe

A letter reminiscing of when they fell in love

Annette

Dearest (Y/N),

Thank you for yesterday! I don't know if I could have taught that class without your help. I know that we're expected to teach our specialties to the new soldiers, but that was way too nerve wracking. The last time I set foot in that classroom was as a student, so who's bright idea was it to have me teach reason lessons?!

I could understand if we had no one else, but Professor Manuela (should we start calling her only as Manuela? It feels rude…) is available! At least give me some time to prepare, you know? I definitely was not prepared to give demonstrations…

You, on the other hand, we're amazing! I would think you had been teaching for years if not for our current situation. I really admire your ability to adapt to change. If it's no bother, I hope you can teach me too? Not in reason but in being more confident!

I know you saw it. My father…he was watching. I don't think he knows that I know who he is. Maybe with your help, I might be able to confront him about it. Being with you makes me want to better myself, and right now? You're my family and my determination to see this war through.

Love,

Annette

A letter thanking you for your help

Mercedes

Darling,

Happy Birthday! I hope you don't mine me slipping in a surprise on this special day. It's very rare that we have a moment of respite, but it would feel wrong letting this day go by without celebrating. I do not know if our paths will cross during our duties, but please pen in some time for me later this evening, yes?

I am so happy that you are here with us - with me. Today we celebrate the gift that is yourself. I have prepared a special meal for us to share later. I won't divulge the surprise, but know that it is something you enjoy greatly! I can hear your thought now, 'but I enjoy everything Mercie makes for me,' hehe. Today you deserve a special treat, my darling.

I am greatly looking forward to our time together. For now, please enjoy the fruits I have left with this letter. Know that I am thinking of you on this day, and that our friends love you. Perhaps not as much as I do, but I believe that is acceptable.

Wishing you the happiest of days,

Mercedes

A letter for your birthday

Ingrid

(Y/N),

I could not help but notice the oversized basket on my doorstep this morning. At first I thought Sylvain was playing a prank, or that Mercedes had baked too much bread. Yet color me surprised when your name was written on the tag.

What did you do? More specifically, what did you break? No gift comes without consequence when it comes to you. Fresh pastries don't come out of thin air and I doubt you have room in your schedule to be baking. If you do then perhaps Seteth has lost his touch in wrangling slackers.

I'm kidding. I just wanted to thank you for the gift. I was surprised to say the least. We're not necessarily in the position to get good-tasting food these days, and it was nice to eat something other than seared mutton. I tried to keep my feelings to myself, but nothing gets by you, huh?

I would thank you in person if I could, but it looks like I'm training the Pegasus Knight recruits today. I also have patrol, which means I likely won't be free until you're long asleep. 

Warm Regards,

Ingrid G.

[dazzlerazz]

CATHERINE OH MY GOD

[husbandomail]

Hi could I request headcanons for Felix Ignatz and Ashe being shy around female reader? If that's ok of course.

Felix:

Out of all the boys, Felix is the one who handles his feelings the worst. He doesn’t even know what happened; last week, he’d had no problem mouthing off as the two of you sparred, his tongue as sharp as the edge of his sword. A flick of his wrist and your own blade had gone flying across the arena, embedding itself in a bay of hale near the wall— as you fought to free your sword from its new prison, you’d pouted at your opponent, and Felix’s next words died in his throat.

Since then, he’s had trouble approaching you in any fashion, and he doesn’t know what changed. Used to, the pair of you were constantly bickering, taking clear relish in your verbal sparring sessions as much as your physical ones. Other students would look between each other with obvious worry painted on their faces as Felix made some comment about your parentage— but when you followed with an uppercut to his ego, it was apparent you were comfortable. Now, though, when you sit next to him in the dining hall, Felix doesn’t say a word; your shoulders brush against his and he finds himself curling inwards. It pisses him off.

Of course you noticed. Even if you didn’t know what was going on, it was clear that Felix was struggling with something; he’d never been the type to share his feelings, but damn if you weren’t going to make him talk somehow. But it seems like Felix is avoiding you— whenever you enter the training hall, he’s quick to sheathe his sword and shut his mouth. When your eyes meet his in class, his face turns red— or maybe it’s just a trick of the candlelight. You’ll get him to talk eventually.

Ignatz:

Ignatz is already fairly shy; he’s used to having to hide aspects of himself, always fearing what other people might think if he strays too far from his projected self-image. It had taken a lot of work to get him to open up to you, and now that he’s comfortable enough to involve you with his art, you don’t want to shatter that fragile balance.

One night, he’d dragged you to an oft-ignored balcony, where he’d already set up his canvas and paints on the stone. He was a bit too nervous to outright ask if you’d pose for a painting, but you knew him well enough to take the hint, quickly sitting yourself on the low stone wall and turning to stare out over the courtyard. And it was there in the moonlight that Ignatz realized he was suddenly really nervous.

The painting will never be finished if he can’t bring himself to look at you, he knows that much. But Ignatz’s hands are trembling too much now, and he barely gets through a basic sketch within the first hour you’re up there. He sighs out an apology, setting his supplies down and averting his gaze; you just smile, one that has his heart slamming against his ribcage, and agree to come back whenever he’s feeling better. For the next few days, Ignatz observes you from afar, hoping to maybe memorize enough of you that he can finish the portrait by himself— but even that doesn’t work, because you’re always catching him staring, and your smile blinds him.

Ashe:

Ashe is already fairly open with his emotions; from the moment you’d met, he turned into a squeaky-voiced bundle of nerves whenever you managed to rope him into a conversation. His face would turn a shade of red that completely drowned his freckles, and suddenly he found his shoes the most interesting thing on earth. It was probably one of the cutest things you’d ever seen.

He’s very easy to tease, especially because he’s eager to prove himself. You’re surrounded by strong men of varying titles and royal bloodlines— if he wants your attention, he’s going to have to fight for it. Of course, that’s easier said than done; the moment he realizes you’re watching him, he completely falls apart. When you’re paired for kitchen duties, his usually-steady hands are shaking so much that he drops everything; even with his beloved bow and arrow, if you’re around, he can’t hit the broad side of a barn.

It’s too cute. He’s too cute. Whenever you get the chance, you find yourself practically hanging off him in ways that you probably shouldn’t, draping yourself over his shoulders until you’re worried he’ll combust. He still makes valiant efforts to fumble through a sentence or two, but the fact that you’re so close— the fact that you might like him the way he likes you— it’s too much. You know it’s bad when Dimitri tells you to knock it off.

[malleux]

Here’s my info for our trade

Fire Emblem male matchup plz (any of the games is fine)

Gender: cis female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: heterosexual ally

Zodiac: Capricorn

Appearance: 5’2 African American hourglass body (although I’m more top heavy if you know what i mean) black curly wavy hair blackish brown eyes chubby cheeks wears glasses sometimes (im far sighted so it’s usually when driving in class or at the theater)

Mbti: infj

Enneagram: 2w1

Personality: kind smart funny motherly responsible empathetic anxious emotional moody perfectionist helpful people pleaser caring compassionate nerdy curious protective polite respectful indecisive fearful nervous introvert shy awkward clumsy low self esteem low confidence (more pertaining to my talents or personality then my looks) sassy sarcastic (I’m mainly these things with people i feel comfortable with like friends or family) soft spoken cute (my friends think im cute because i can be pretty innocent plus I’m small physically)

Likes: animals books reading writing fantasy magic sci fi anime music video games friends alone time learning personality quizzes sweets and bread helping being a part of something bigger than myself

Dislikes: spiders loud sounds people who harm others people who don’t take others into consideration (like make insensitive jokes or don’t consider the comfort of others or are mean just cause they can) people i care about not caring for themselves (im a hypocrite on this i take care of everyone else but not me) not being listened to weird holes and patterns math and tests (I’m being tested for a math disability and i have test anxiety)

Love language:

Giving: acts of service gift giving and physical affection (if they’re ok with it)

Receiving: words of affirmation and physical affection (although i can be shy about it)

Extra: i pace a lot i sing when im alone i talk to myself im a picky eater (mainly with textures) i have a cat i have minor ehlers danalos (a hyper mobility disorder) but it doesn’t hurt me like it does my sisters i get abdominal migraines which is basically like a migraine but instead of headaches it’s nausea

Thank you

hi lovely! thank you for doing this! it’s been super fun. also, apologies if i get something wrong it’s been forever since i’ve played fe3h.

i match you with… ashe!

Ashe is genuinely one of the most caring and kind people you’d ever met. You met your first day at the monastery and accidentally tripped up the stairs going to the library. Ashe saw and immediately asked if you were okay, making sure you had no injuries and reassuring you if you were a little embarrassed.

You mentioned that you were new, and he offered to take you on a tour of the monastery. You’d already been given one by Seteth, but Goddess knows he was difficult to pay attention to, so you agreed. It was way more fun than studying, and Ashe’s company was a lot better than being alone in a new place.

You grew accustomed to having him by your side—whether it be in the Blue Lions classroom, the training arena, or the dining hall. You were inseparable.

Sure, the rest of the Lions were amazing company, but it just didn’t compare to Ashe.

You both kept the other Lions out of trouble, making sure they do their best in school and training as well as each other. Ashe uplifts you in every aspect of your life, whether it’s your academics, talents, training, or just being your best self. He’s genuinely your biggest supporter and this is still before you get together. Imagine how he is once you actually do.

Ashe is like, the sweetest boyfriend to exist. He wants to do almost everything for you just for the sake of taking care of you, but also respects your boundaries. No PDA or affection that is too much for you to handle. Keeps an eye out in case you do get shy, but thinks it’s super cute so he might do it on purpose here and there. Never too far, though.

It gets rough when Lonato dies, and even harder once the war begins. With Dimitri and the Professor’s return, the war becomes serious and your relationship is put under a lot of strain. There are stressful times and hard conversations about your lives on the line. But never once does he want to leave you or think that you’re not worth the added stress.

If anything, Ashe trains harder to be able to protect both him and you, even though he knows you’re fully capable of protecting yourself. You do the same, ready to risk your life to save him even though you promised him you wouldn’t.

Luckily for the both of you, it doesn’t come to that. The war is won, and it is time for peace.

You and Ashe find peace in Faerghus, where he takes over Lonato’s lordship and works closely with Dimitri and Byleth to rebuild Fodlan. You help him, supporting your now-fiancé to the best of your abilities.

Your life has been up and down since the day you met Ashe, but you wouldn’t change it for anything. Especially when you see the tears in his eyes as you walk down the isle, all of your former classmates and friends around you. Life is good.

[onyxedskies]

actually ashe is a swimmer

[k1ngdom-of-thieves]

Blue Lions Masterlist

Dimitri Alexandre Blayddid

Accidentally breaking his training lance. Again.

Dedue Molinaro

Tending to his little garden

Felix Hugo Fraldarius

Insulting Dimitri for breaking his training lance

Sylvian Jose Gautier

Flirting with some poor girl

Ingrid Brandi Galatea

Pulling Sylvian away from the poor girl

Annette Fantine Dominic

Singing little songs around the academy

Mercedes Von Martriz

Watching Annette sing her little songs

Ashe Ubert

Reading knight stories in the library

[originalfireemblemscenarios]

Can I request headcanons for Hubert Felix Ashe and Ignatz being shy around female Byleth separately?

All of this is pre time skip (as I don't write for post time skip Hubert)! I'm writing this as some sort of a puppy-crush thing and it's one-sided!

Hubert, Ignatz, Felix and Ashe feeling shy around Byleth

Byleth here is female

Hubert von Vestra

He's completely charmed by her face expressions. Her lack of reaction is cute... But getting her off guard is even better.

He's not the kind to be lost for words, he just tries his best to unsettle her in order to make her leave him alone so he can calm down a little.

But if it fails he always has plenty of reasons to leave. And he's not hesitant to use his excuses to avoid the professor.

Once she sees him, then she doesn't. He's in control of when they meet and he makes sure to always be ready just in case.

Ignatz Victor

Her grace is the attribute that makes him ever so less confident around her. Even though he was already intimidated to begin with.

The way she moved, talked, hell even yawned all was like looking at a goddess! Even her imperfections were perfect.

So he didn't really talk to her when she wasn't the one to approach him. He preferred to admire her from the distance.

You can probably imagine but he'd be totally lying if he said he never sketched her during a lecture. He never made it into a painting... But looking at Byleth sure inspired him as to how a goddess he imagines looks like.

Felix Hugo Fraldarius

Her strength is the key factor of him missing his words. Earning respect from your dream opponent is something he definitely wants to achieve.

He insults her like it's nothing, he's straightforward- but sometimes he himself doesn't know what he's thinking.

Asking for advice was a big no to him. He only wanted to adjust his mistakes by practice.

So having her fix his posture, or anything really made him lose his focus for so many reasons... That of which he wasn't aware of.

Ashe Ubert

Her being so helpful is perhaps one of the things he admires the most. She's so thoughtful and always makes time for everyone.

To himself he translates this feeling as total admiration and a reason why he'd like to be just like her.

So while being at a receiving end of her gestures is amazing... He often finds himself unable to think of a way to react to her kindness.

He always tries to be available to her too... But it's rare for her to reach out... Sometimes it motivates him to check up on her by himself! There's nothing wrong with looking excuses to being around her, right?

~Mod Bernadetta

[ashes-of-ailell]

hello clover may i interest you in headcanons about ashe’s siblings

they’re twins named evie and elijah

evie studies magic and its application in peacetime, often working with sylvain

elijah takes over rowe (renamed to ubert) territory in the aftermath of the war and is also knighted

evie loves baking and befriends annette and mercedes through that without even realizing who they actually are in relation to ashe

elijah and felix spar regularly. ashe ends up turning it into a fundraising sort of thing cause people got so hyped up for it and thus faerghan champion rings were born

hi hi onyx!!

oooo these sound really fun! me 🤝 you - making the younger Ubert siblings twins.

the idea of Elijah and Felix sparring becoming a regional event is so funny, I love that so much. Also adore Evie just casually befriending Annie and Mercie with no outside influence, that's so cute! I imagine the things they make together would be amazing.

Fun fact! Edith (my Evie) also will have magic capabilities in the Wolves Route for her and Connor (Elijah)'s Paralogue Battle.

i like seeing how our ideas of Ashe's siblings are both really different but also a little similar. Evie and Elijah sound wonderful, thank you for sharing! :3 Have a lovely day!!

[fabledoath]

"...You are Ashe Ubert, yes? A word, please."

Understanding that his presence is often an intimidating one, Sirius uses body language and tone to come across as welcoming as possible. He rarely speaks with the other knights unless carrying out a task, but often has the chance to overhear their conversations. Not that he is an eavesdropper, but some things just have a way of trickling down to him. One hand remains at his side, the other opening to usher in the boy's attention.

He's been feeling pretty uneasy about this mission, and hopes a good deed will bring him fortune in the struggles to come.

"You are among those who will watch over the dreamers, are you not? 'Tis an important role to fill, requiring much of one's body and mind." And their will, but Sirius speaks not of the toll this duty will take on whatever hope Ashe holds onto. As a Knight of Seiros he's seen the strange machinations of his comrades. There is no way to put it besides that they are slowly losing their mind: something unbecoming of such a prestigious order. "You have my thanks for your service. The road ahead will not be an unbroken one, so I come to offer you motivation..."

"The other knights tell me you have an interest in their regimen. They have seen you watching them train, caught wind of your aspiration... I have traveled to a country famed for her order of knights, and picked up some of her habits. See me after the mission's success and I shall spar with you."

A bit intimidated is about right, yeah. But after a few seconds of hearing the other talk, Ashe's expression turns into something more akin to awe than anything else. That sort of aura... While very much unaware of his greater exploits, it's immediately clear to Ashe this man is something else. Extraordinary, even? Though maybe that's a bit too much for first impressions...

Either way, he should respond and stop staring all surprised.

"You.. will?? Well, I don't imagine I'll be much of a challenge compared to an actual knight, but it's still an opportunity to watch and learn. Of course, I accept!" Ashe smiles and nods, before joking. "Hopefully I won't be too battered after it's done, hah."

But then, as a second thought comes... Ashe's tone mellows down just a little bit. "Oh, yeah... I'm not turning the offer down, but I hope you don't feel like you have to reward me, Sir. Keeping people safe is its own reward - not to mention it's my duty here."

The archer adds, just as a little side note, before smiling again.

"Still, thank you so much for keeping me in mind. I'll be looking forward to learning from you!"

[misora-msby]

u asked for short feth reqs soooo can i order one general hc with ashe??? ty!!!

(finally getting around to this omg sorry this is horribly late! i hope this sort of format is okay with you!)

(reader is a student, not byleth)

on his free days, ashe loves having picnics with you!

he even cooks the dishes you two would eat!

(perhaps with a little help from mercedes when it comes to desserts)

he’d knock on the door to your dorm shyly in the afternoon, saying “i know we went on a picnic last week, but would you like to go on one again?”

his freckled cheeks are dusted pink and his big eyes are looking at the floor because he’s still shy

until you say, “sure! i’d love to!”

he set up this super beautiful spot in the field just outside the monastery, under a tree that provides a decent amount of shade while still being able to feel the warm sunshine on your skin

during the picnic you two chat about your day, your hopes for the future and what to do after graduating from the officer’s academy, and how delicious the food is (among other things)

(he also blushes again)

and after that nice filling meal, you two lie down to watch the sunset together <3

then ashe would walk you back to your room and sort of linger at the door, not wanting to leave

until you hear some footsteps nearby

“good night!” he would whisper and peck your cheek before running off before you could say a word, leaving both your cheeks a bright pink 

[firemblem-fics]

HI LAY IT SAID YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN A A A A A A A A anywho!! can i request ashe, dimitri and yuri headcanons with an s/o who loves to sing? i dont know if you already did this but i think it'll be nice 🥺

Singing S/O

-> Pairings: Ashe x Reader, Yuri x Reader, Dimitri x Reader

-> Warnings: None

-> Genre: Headcanons, Fluff

-> A/N: Tumblr can eat my entire ass. I have to write headcanons on the regular tumblr site because i just have to yk and this shit kept deleting Dimitri’s part and i was like??? for fucking what?? fuck you

Ashe

Ashe definitely didn’t know that you sang until the two of you were together

It wasn’t that he never paid attention- God, no, he always paid attention to you- it was just that you didn’t sing around people often

So one night, one finally-peaceful night during the war, you started humming to yourself

You thought Ashe was asleep, resting against your chest as you played with his hair

Soon, your humming turned to singing. It was a small tune that is often sang to smaller children in Faerghus. It used to be Ashe’s favorite song as a kid

Ashe smiled as he heard it, but decided not to say anything

He slowly fell asleep listening to his new favorite song- your voice and heartbeat. He’d bring it up tomorrow to tease you a little bit

Yuri

Unlike Ashe, Yuri knew you could sing

He actually befriended you because of your voice. You were walking to class and he stopped you, wishing to compliment you on the little tune you were singing as you went

Duets are very common

Yuri can carry a tune and loves to sing along with you, even if you outshine him a million times

If you’re alone together, at least one person is humming a tune

Sometimes, the singing brings the two of you together for a small dance in the middle of your room

It looks kind of ridiculous, but it’s so sweet

Dimitri

Out of the three, Dimitri is the most appreciative of your singing

In the Monastery days, Dimitri would be in utter awe of you

The hearts and stars he got in his eyes every time you so much as hummed something were undeniable

Don’t even get started on when you actually performed in front of people- you shined and he wasn’t afraid to tell you that

During the five years, you stayed by Dimitri’s side. He won’t say it, but he’s glad you did

Call it creepy, but he’d often stop outside of your room just to hear you sing some

It grounded him. He was able to latch onto the words and the melody and your voice and you and pull away from those awful thoughts- even for a little bit

Don’t tell him, but you knew he was out there. He wouldn’t accept help, but you could still give it

One day, after the war, Dimitri came up to you and asked you to sing that song again

It was one you’d sang constantly throughout Dimitri’s bad nights- one that could calm his storms in an instant

And for the first time, he sang along

[halcyon-writings]

ooh this is a 3h request for ashe and “so you must have courage, dear friend, courage in your heart to do all that must be done” from the pillow thoughts prompt list! thank you!!

i like how my first idea was to make this angsty oop-

notes/warnings: set post war Azure Moon route, spoilers (idk if they really would be but i’m just putting the warning there to be safe).and because phrasing I didn’t use dialogue prompt in an exact way; I hope that’s okay anon!

all links (like to my masterlist/rules/kofi/etc.) are in a pinned post on my blog!

requests are open

Your horse moves in a slow trot, not that you mind that is, your hand reaching up to cover your mouth to stifle another yawn, attempting to rub the sleep out from your eyes with the other.

It was nice to experience easy mornings like this.

Not like the ones during the war, ones where war trumpets blared, soldiers rushing and scrambling to dress and arm themselves, uncertainty hanging in the air on whether this battle would have been their last.

You shake your head, no, it wasn’t the time to think of that now.

The war was finally over, things were okay.

Yet even you barely believed it, given the rumors of Imperial loyalists and even further disturbing rumors about people underground.

You smack your cheeks lightly, already feeling slightly flushed from chilly morning air.

Taking the reins in one hand, the other bringing the cloak around yourself even tighter, you couldn’t help but relax and sink into the soft furs lining it, courtesy of Mercedes. You had to remember to find her something nice in return for it one day, you decided.

And then you saw it.

Just as you finally made it further past the town’s gates, there Castle Gaspard awaited you.

Under no means was it the most gaudy of castles, that title you had to give to the new Margrave Gautier, the building was decently sized and rather imposing now that you were outside.

You wave over one of the guards, only for the man to bow quickly as soon as he recognizes you now that you reached the gates.

Having the man stand fully, it dawns on you that you really weren’t used to this sort of treatment at all.But to be frank, only so few could say they had fought alongside the now King of Faerghus and the Archbishop to end the war with the former Adrestian Empire.

But, really? You weren’t particularly nobility by any means. That and you had all but refused any titles to you offered by King Dimitri. However, thanks to your  old friends and former professor, you were suddenly regaled as a “hero.”

Once more, you’re taken away from your thoughts, this time by a familiar voice. 

You can’t help the way your face lights up, mouth in a wide smile, “Ashe!” Hopping off from your horse as the animal chuffs at the sudden jolt, you place a placating hand on her neck. Your other arm is raised, waving at him excitedly, “It’s been so long!”

The grey haired man before you smiles back, but you quickly note that the smile just barely reaches his eyes, pushing the thought to the back of your mind.

With some more words exchanged, you leave your horse to be led to the stables, as you are led inside, to what you assume is his quarters, or at least, the main “official” study, you sink into the comfy chair as Ashe sits beside you instead of behind the large desk. 

The warm cup of tea feels rather nice in your hands. 

“So Lord Ubert,” You can’t help but coo, “How has running Castle Gaspard been faring for you?” 

He laughs nervously, eyes not meeting yours, “It’s going...um, well.”

Something in Ashe’s expression makes you place your tea cup on the desk, sure he looks happy, but from the look in his eyes, you can tell something is bothering him.

“Ashe,” This time your voice is more gentle, “You can talk to me, we’re friends right?”

This time he looks up, you realize how tired he is, slight bags under his eyes. Shoulders slightly slumped, but body tense. You can see he’s exhausted, sympathetically you take one of his hands, giving it a soft squeeze. 

“I just,” He starts, trailing off, you’re keenly reminded of back when the class had gone to fight his father.

“I don’t feel cut out for this.” He confesses, his grip around the tea cup tightening as though it were a security blanket, “Compared to Lonato, he knew how to handle all these disputes and requests, even Christophe, he would know a lot about it as well.”

“I don’t know if I can do it.”

Your mouth moves before you think of your next words. But you can’t find it in yourself to mind too much, “Well, it’s not like they were alone either, they also had help too. If you’d like, I can stick around for a bit and help. I’m not awfully busy with anything.”

He looks up in surprise, eyes hopeful. Before they look down again.

“Oh no, I couldn’t do that, I couldn’t make you do that for me,” He mumbles softly, “You’re my friend after all.”

“And as your friend,” You say quickly, “I want to help, you are making no one do anything.”

“Don’t lose heart,” You encourage after a short pause, giving his hand another squeeze, “And don’t sell yourself short either. You are far more capable than you know.”

Ashe’s smile is shaky but he squeezes your hand right back. 

Only when your stay extends, the short few days that had been originally turned into a few weeks, those few weeks into months up to the point where you had been living there for nearly a year. 

Whether your former classmates took notice, they made no indication in their letters, well, except maybe Sylvain but he was always one to tease or poke fun. However, it isn’t until one morning that you two are sitting down for breakfast, Ashe’s siblings already having gone out, doing whatever it was kids these days did. 

Ashe fidgets, however unlike the last time you had seen him similarly like this, he looks...giddy? You don’t press him to speak right away, and he’s grateful. He asks you if you would like to stay, for much longer. Tea cup in hands, you smile and agree.

Years later down the line, you spend mornings like this with him, warm tea served for the two of you, comfortable conversation or silence between the two of you. Or sometimes when neither of you feel too inclined to getup early enough, the warmth of your shared bed far better than the chill of Faerghus. You curl up against him, Ashe tucking your head beneath  his chin. In a state between dozing off and clarity of being awake. 

“Shouldn’t we be getting up?” He yawns halfway through the question.

You shake your head, pulling the blankets over yourselves tighter, “Nothing’s on fire so no.” 

Ashe laughs quietly, settling against you once more, and the two of you end up asleep again. Not waking until much later in the morning.