#dedue x reader

[sothisblessmysoul]

Can I ask for a bouquet of flowers for the blue lions? That sounds so adorable. 🥰

(I never knew if you wanted all of them or selected few so I did all of them)

༓ʚ A Flower's Meaning ɞ༓

Summary: The Blue Lions react to you catching a bouquet at a friend’s wedding

༓Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd He watched you catch it without blinking or flinching, mainly just confused as the realization slowly took over your face as you finally met Dimitri’s gaze. There was something about how the flowers looked in your hands and the look that you gave him that made Dimitri feel so flustered. So pretty, is his single thought as Dimitri’s made his way to you, feet on autopilot.

༓Dedue Molinaro Dedue’s eyes were completely on you, holding the colorful flowers that all mean a term of love in language as everyone else is looking between you and him. He doesn’t flare up in a blush or appear startled but you can see Dedue is feeling embarrassedly flustered by the awkward stiffness of his movement as the tall man makes his way to you.

༓Felix Hugo Fraldarius Felix does not want to be here with unimportant people, if anything he wants to be comfortably at home with you. But he will admit that the other wedding is pretty. Felix wonders if you’ve ever thought about marriage, but any further thought of the subject changes when you catch the flowers that nearly smacked you in the face. The image of what you would look like holding yours flashed quickly in his thoughts as for once Felix quietly watched you.

༓Ashe Ubert A blush marked his freckled face with a happy smile but a shy expression at the teasing that Ashe knows his friends and siblings will give him as you walked over to him. Subconsciously Ashe reached out his hand for you to take, gently pulling you closer to his side as Ashe studied the flowers. The bouquet was pretty but it wasn’t your favorite, he thought to himself. The following thought is how beautiful you would look, holding your favorite flowers while neither Ashe nor you let go of each other’s hands because it felt like two missing puzzle pieces found a place to fit perfectly together.

༓Sylvain Jose Gautier Immediately starts to sweat nervously as the flowers are perfectly in your hand while his hand subconsciously touches his pocket where the ring is that he’s planning to ask your hand for later. He had been carrying it, not having a day or place in mind until right now. This is a sign, he thinks as you lock eyes with him and smile which he returns.

༓Mercedes von Martritz She was standing right beside you when you had caught the flowers, she leaned over to sniffle the flowers with a smile growing on her face as she looked up at you, pulling away from you but not before kissing your cheek. She giggled quietly at your reaction to the flowers and the kisses. She is going to tease you but this will bring up the thought of marriage and the future with her.

༓Annette Fantine Dominic Instantly a crimson blush blooms on her face as endless giggles of excited bundles of nerves, reaching how to touch one of the flowers’ petals. Annette went quiet, wondering what flowers she would pick for her wedding, she subconsciously looked at you. She isn’t going to say anything immediately today or tomorrow but there will be hints of marriage, hoping that you’ll catch on and talk about it with her.

༓Ingrid Brandl Galatea She never really thought deeply about marriage, it was just something that her father wanted for her. But when Ingrid saw your reaction to catching the bouquet to look for her and finally smiling when you found Ingrid, she wondered for a fleeting thought if you would smile like that at the altar. She can’t explain why it made her face blush although Ingrid didn’t hate that idea at all because without question she knows that Ingrid would say yes if you asked her.

[fiction-box]

Blood From A Stone

Blue Lions Boys X Fem!Reader

Hello, my lovelies! I wrote this in an attempt to psyche myself up for these next few days as I will be traveling for a job interview. I hope you all have been staying warm these past few weeks (the temperature has been consistently negative where I am now). I will attempt to start working on my inbox once I return. This work was not originally going to go this far in-depth, but this is where the story wanted to go. Nonetheless, please enjoy!

Requests are open. The story will continue under the cut.

After what might have been a ten minute walk, Professor Byleth halted her Blue Lions in the middle of the woods surrounding the monastery. You felt the warmth of the late spring sun shining through the trees; an experience made more pleasant by the soft breeze rifling through your hair.

You and Ingrid had been speculating what exercise you might be coming outside to do, taking an opportunity to make conversation during the walk. Each Friday, the professor enforced some group activity - shopping relays in town, competitive hunting, blindfolded sparring matches - to let everyone better learn the strengths of their classmates.

Sure enough, you watched the former mercenary pull the infamous blindfolds out of the satchel sitting on her waist. A hefty exhale resounded next to you.

“Aw, come on! Not this again…” Annette whined.

No one could blame her; Dedue had hit her uncharacteristically hard in the confusion of his blindness during their match. She might even still be sore from last weekend.

“Now, now - repeating the same exercise two weeks in a row wouldn’t be much help to us. This is meant to build our sense of camaraderie, not our dread for the end of the week,” Byleth corrected. “Line up, please.”

You did so, shuffling into a spot between Annette and Ingrid as your teacher scrutinized the class.

Dimitri caught a green bandana in the same second Dedue was handed a brown one. Green for Ashe and Mercedes, brown for you and Annette.

“Teams,” Dedue noted.

“Please tie them around your foreheads. I’ll explain in a moment.”

A brown scrap of fabric landed in Felix’s palm, the bluenette bringing it to his forehead before Ingrid and Sylvain received their green cloths. Silently cheering, you watched Professor Byleth fix the final brown textile to her own head.

“Today’s activity focuses on both stealth and strategy. Everyone received a color responding to their team. Your objective is to steal all of your opponents’ headbands - the first team to lose all of which will lose.”

Immediately, Sylvain reached over Ashe’s head to pull Felix’s bandana off his head, dangling it in the air.

“One down, everyone!”

“You know damn well we haven’t started yet!” the swordsman snapped.

Dimitri grinned, “I must say Felix, I never saw you as someone to be so easily caught off your guard.”

Ingrid hardly held back a snicker, Ashe’s body practically trembling with a similar sentiment as he reflexively moved out of the way of the two nobles.

Felix clenched his hands into fists, “I’ll tear that cloth into tatters while it’s still wrapped around your insolent-”

“That’s quite enough.”

Professor Byleth eyed Sylvain, prompting him to quickly return Felix’s band. Not without receiving a moderate punch to the arm in retaliation, of course.

“The forest will be split down the middle in regards to starting positions. Those with green bands will begin on the east while brown will start on the west. Each team will be given one minute to conceal themselves, come up with a plan, and do anything else they see fit before I sound the whistle.”

“Your opponents’ accessories can be taken by any means necessary. While use of stealth is encouraged, feel free to use weapons and other advantages as you see fit. The goal is to win, first and foremost. Once you are eliminated, you are to return here until we finish.”

“Prepare to sit on your ass for fifteen minutes, boar.”

You couldn’t help the sound that came out of you at that. Dimitri’s eyes flashed over to discern your reaction before his face promptly flushed a light hue of pink.

“Wh- Sylvain took your headband, not me!”

The redhead frowned, lightly ghosting his hand over his new injury, “Throwing me to the wolves so quickly, your Highness? Maybe-”

“Oh, enough already,” Byleth huffed. “Off to the woods with you all. Right now. Sixty seconds!”

Newly motivated by the time constraint, everyone shifted to group up before rushing to their respective sides.

You weaved between the trees, Professor Byleth following close behind as you trailed Dedue and Annette. Not long after you reached a central-western location, Felix instantly pulled the two in front of you aside.

“...-ce at the northern end of the forest where the dirt is…”

A bit confused, you shifted your eyes to meet those of your professor. Apparently, neither of you were invited to this strategy meeting.

That meant you weren’t needed then, right?

It was all the same to you. Better than the same, actually; an archer flying solo on a stealth mission in the woods didn’t sound like a terrible assignment in the least.

To top it all off, Professor Byleth on her own elsewhere in the forest at the same time? The anticipation would surely kill you. Maybe you would even see her skills more personally than you had on the few traditional battlefields your class fought on so far.

You were brought back to the present as your professor turned to you in real life, nodding at you before slipping into the shadow of a thick tree.

Sticking around just a little longer, you gathered enough snippets of Felix’s conversation to understand his plan. He wanted to make a hole in the ground on the northern side large enough to hold as many members of the opposing side as possible. It sounded a bit ambitious, but you supposed that was nothing new concerning the second son.

In any case, your team seemed to masquerade as the better part of a mess. You wondered how things were with Ingrid…

…45, 46, 47…

After a moment, you strengthened your resolve. The best way to see what the other team was up to would be to go see for yourself, right?

Swiftly working your way counterclockwise around the forest, you snuck over to the eastern side, crossing over only upon hearing a shrill note knocking against the trees. It was now imperative to stay hidden in whatever darkness would conceal you. Having a bow certainly made this easier in terms of mobility since you could just sling it across your body.

Even the animals seemed quiet. Accordingly, you were on high alert. Your movements became more careful, more deliberate as your heart began to race in anticipation. No stepping on branches or leaves; just grass and dirt. No bumping against the trees or sudden movements; just liquid flow and shady cover. Soft, swift, and silent.

Once you believed yourself to have rounded the terrain far enough, you stopped, climbing the tree with the best vantage point in the area and scanning the shady path where your opponents must have started. That is, if the ruined leaves on the ground served as any clue. Prepared for action, you took your bow off your back and pulled an arrow out of the slim training quiver you had been given. Patience was a game you were sure to win, especially in such a good position.

Nothing happened, though. You detected no movement, no flash of colors, and you eventually concluded that the other group must have had a similar idea. After all, most people are right handed, so they might have felt more comfortable countering on the northern side than from the south.

You were somewhat discouraged at your failure to help, but it was no big deal. Especially not when you heard the sound of branches snapping back the way you came. Felix’s strategy must have worked - there was nothing else you could imagine that might make that kind of sound. It must have been effective, too; you recalled an offhanded comment he made about Leonie teaching him something about traps.

Resigning yourself to picking off any stragglers that might have strayed from the group near Felix, you lowered yourself from your tree. Perhaps enough time remained for you to return to your side and assess the damages to see who was left.

Progressing back the way you came would be simple enough. Although you were intent on remaining undetected, you heard several branches snapping and some shouting up ahead.

Felix must have really gotten to them.

You grew close enough to the commotion to recognize Dimitri and Ashe’s voices as the ones yelling, but it made no sense. You had hardly moved a few paces past the tree you were in, and you were still circling the southern side of the forest.

Why were they being so loud? Did they lose, or did they forget this was meant to be a stealth exercise?

But that didn’t make sense, either. They were the best listeners in Professor Byleth’s class, barring Annette; there’s no way they would slack off now of all times.

Silently, you crept toward their shouts until you were brought to a wall of greenery. If you went through…

You didn’t have enough time to hide before they came barreling through the bush.

“Woah!” an ambush? And you fell for it, no less?

Ashe’s eyes widened, his natural agility allowing him to dodge you just in time. Dimitri, with no such skill, slammed into you. The two of you crashed into the ground, the prince scrambling to the weapon you knocked out of his hands as Ashe pulled you onto your feet.

“Come on, get up!” the archer begged you.

 Dimitri frantically shot off the dirt while Ashe started to guide you in the direction they were running. You didn’t have a moment to collect your thoughts or ask questions.

The crown prince’s longer legs carried him past you before he grabbed your left arm with his free hand. Your right hand still connected to Ashe, the three of you formed a chain for a moment as Dimitri lent you his momentum.

A terrible roar emanated from the bush where the boys appeared, prompting you all to detach and pick up the pace. The sounds of three sets of feet slamming against the dirt bounced off the trees in the forest. 

Two crest beasts barrelled through the shrubs, snapping branches in their pursuit of you and your friends.

“How?” you pleaded, your legs moving impossibly faster with the new adrenaline rush.

“No clue,” Dimitri weaved between the trees, his breath heavy, “where they came from.”

A wave of terror pulsed through you. All you felt were eyes on your back, on your friends, and there was nothing you could do about it. They approached, so much larger and covering so much more ground.

Naturally, your smaller size and unfamiliarity with the area caught up with your group. The demons pursuing you could simply demolish the forest in their path, but Dimitri could only get so far before his height forced him to fumble through a group of low-hanging branches.

Unable to slow down, you crashed into him, sprawling to the forest floor. Ashe had once again been attentive and agile enough to change course, but you and the prince lied prone on the ground.

A sound of anticipation came in the form of an unearthly squeal from one of the monsters trailing seconds behind you. If you did nothing here, you would surely die. 

Upon noticing Dimitri had again dropped his lance in his fall, you snatched it and flipped over to face one of the beasts, contesting a well-timed snap of its jaw by holding the weapon up and angling it to act as a pike. It worked just well enough to force the creature’s mouth open…

…until the beast’s maw clamped down on the training weapon, struggling over it with you before it splintered and snapped.

Knocked backwards, your shoulders never got the chance to hit the ground. Dimitri had been given enough time to stand, placing his hands under your arms and dragging you back while Ashe shouted from another direction.

The archer’s cries were enough to split the horrific hunting party, though the only thing you and Dimitri did was continue running.

This is hopeless. All our weapons are meant for training, Ashe is on his own, there are no other fighters with us…

“We can’t keep running,”  you breathed, looping around a tree to throw the monster off your trail, “something has to change.”

…Felix…

You curved around the forest, switching to head back to your group, “Follow me.”

The two of you determined that zig-zagging was the best way to outrun the monster, though if you slowed down, you would no doubt be back on the ground again.

Intuitively, you followed the path you were fairly certain Dimitri’s teammates must have taken to get to the western part of the forest. All the while, you silently prayed that your legs would continue to carry you at a pace fast enough that the beast wouldn’t gain too much ground.

Not that it could be helped; you took two strides for every one of the beast’s.

“Felix! Felix, where are you?”

“Felix!” Dimitri followed your lead.

A figure appeared in the distance, his fair skin and blue hair giving him away, “Why the hell are you two-?”

The shriek from the beast trailing you and the prince drowned out the rest of his sentence.

“Felix, where’s the trap?!”

“Shit,” he cursed, though you couldn’t hear. “This way!”

Pushing yourself just a bit further, you forced your mind to ignore the screams of protest from your body. Felix sprinted just ahead of you, his lack of fatigue allowing him to match pace with your adrenaline spike before he rounded a bush.

“Get the professor!” your teammate ordered someone you couldn’t see.

Dimitri rushed past you to follow the bluenette. Upon leaving the beast’s line of sight, however, he was yanked into the large shrub. You recognized Felix’s hand wrapping around your arm before you stumbled into him, entering the branches as well.

“Thank you, Dedue,” you heard Dimitri’s voice next to you, the phrase uttered out between gasps for air.

It was in the split second before the beast rounded the shrub that you turned your head and recognized the trick. The covering on the pit was placed in the path next to the bush you four were in. If someone hadn’t known to stop and take a route through the hedge, they would have fallen through the dirt.

And upon seeing Professor Byleth appear at the other end of the pit, creator sword drawn to lure the crest beast toward her, you recognized how smart your teammates really were.

The pit wasn’t big enough to hold a crest beast by any means, but it certainly did the trick to immobilize it as the monster lost its footing. A well placed strike to the crest stone on the back of its neck shattered the source of its power. You could only stare at the crumbling animal, its bony limbs reduced to dust. The only thing lying in the crater at the end was…

��A person?” Dedue balked.

You moved to get a closer look before realizing Felix still had his arm around you.

“Um…”

Absentmindedly, he released you, throwing an apology over his shoulder before going to examine the woman lying dead in what very much could have been her grave.

Unbeknownst to you, your body was beginning to shut down. Running all that way left you exhausted, and having done so at a sprint certainly didn’t make matters any better. Yet the second you sank to the ground to truly catch your breath, you remembered.

Ashe.

“P-Professor,” you coughed, “...Ashe-”

“...What?”

“Damn, we left Ashe in the forest!” Dimitri agonized.

Byleth’s eyes sharpened, “Understood. I’ll go find him.”

“I’m coming, too.”

“What?” Felix questioned. “No, there’s no way - you’re way too tired.”

“Dimitri and I are the only ones who know where he is!”

At this, the prince attempted to rise from his position bracing on his knees “Then I’ll go.”

“Are you kidding me? You’re a worse candidate than I am - you’re still bleeding from the trees!”

“Bleeding? I’m not-”

“Your highness,” Dedue cut him off, “your chest.”

Certainly, his uniform was ripped in places, blood pooling out from the cuts he received when he scraped himself on the branches, earlier.

“You must not have felt it due to the adrenaline. We should get you to Mercedes.”

Sure of yourself, you began to walk backwards in the direction you came from, “Professor, there’s no time! You have your sword, so if push comes to shove, I’ll be fine. Ashe doesn’t have a proper weapon, though, and he must have been running for a long time!”

Professor Byleth wasted no words, “Fine then. Lead the way.”

As the two of you picked up the pace, she turned to call out, “Be sure to clear that girl out of the pit! Get her to Mercedes!”

The dull ache in your legs became impossible to ignore once you ran back into the forest. Still, through a mix of retracing your steps and following the sounds of roaring and trees snapping, you managed to get close to where you and Ashe had parted ways.

Sure enough, several trees had been reduced to splinters and fallen trunks. The damage created a small clearing, through which you could see your friend. He looked really out of it, the forest around him a mess from the beast’s rage. 

“Ashe! Over here!”

The professor hit the creature a few times with her sword, extending its reach to divert its attention to herself. Recognizing her attempts to hurt it, the beast reared its head and focused its efforts on Byleth.

She had provided enough of a distraction that Ashe could make it to you. Allowing himself a moment’s respite, he braced himself on his knees similar to how Dimitri had earlier. Breathless, the two of you watched your mentor’s skills at work.

The creator sword would wrap around the wild creature’s neck; Byleth’s obvious attempt at trying to break the stone. Each time, the tether was countered by a snap of the beast’s teeth, or her attack missed entirely. The angle was impossible from where she was standing.

“Fall back, you two - I’ll be right behind you!”

Ashe began to protest, “But-”

“You’re both tired, you’ll need whatever headstart I can give y-ngh!”

Her opponent had grown impatient, swiping its claws at the chain of her sword before her next attack could connect. The weapon was yanked to the side, knocking the professor off balance for a moment and sending the weapon flying out of her hand.

“Just go! I promise I’ll be right there!”

Willing your legs to move, you grabbed Ashe’s wrist and pulled him up, guiding him the first few steps of the way. Once he managed to find his footing, you took a position to lead him back to the group in the west.

You didn’t think you would be able to do much of anything tomorrow, after this. The taste of blood stained your every breath, your throat felt dry to the point it hurt, and you were surprised you could even lift your legs anymore. The adrenaline had worn off by the time you left Dimitri with Dedue.

The noise increasing behind you cut off your train of thought. The pounding of paws much heavier than your own feet thundered against the forest floor. Leaves crushed so loudly you could have sworn they were snapping logs, and the veil of the safety you thought you still had was quickly torn away.

What about Professor Byleth? She should have been on her feet, should have caught up to you and Ashe by now if-

“Keep moving!”

The voice next to you startled you almost enough to make you lose your footing, but a steady hand at your back and the sight of a flash of green hair at your side kept you upright.

“Over here, Professor! This way!”

Annette waved her arms over her head, signaling a new location nearby. They must have created a separate trap in the time you had been away.

But why…?

A snap at your backs inspired the three of you to round this new shrub at record speed. This time, you were ready when Dedue pulled you into the bushes.

“Woah!”

You supposed you had forgotten to warn Ashe.

Sure enough, everything else was the same story, just with different people. The Professor pivoted out of Sylvain’s hold in time to pull the sword she retrieved from her hip. The beast fell in the trap upon rounding the hedge, giving her a more advantageous angle to properly fracture the stone, reverting the creature to the body of a young man.

“I don’t understand,” Felix’s brow furrowed, Ashe ducking out of his hold and falling to the ground to finally breathe.

You were beginning to feel similarly. Were it not for Dedue, you doubted you would be standing. Your classmate seemed privy to this knowledge, as well.

“I will bring you to Mercedes.”

A nod was all you could muster while Dedue bent to put an arm beneath your legs, lifting you off the ground. The air you were practically drinking filled your lungs with more oxygen than you thought they could hold, and your resulting breaths sounded almost raspy. Respectfully, you ensured that your head was turned away from Dedue (though it was also to ensure you could get as much air as possible).

Even still, you managed to catch the final words of those behind you.

“Why didn’t you just take that girl to Mercedes and reuse the last trap?” Professor Byleth wondered.

“Well…” Sylvain, “there wasn’t really a point...she was already dead.”

“...then…this boy…?”

You tried not to focus on the silence that followed her final question.

A few paces later and Dedue had made it to the outskirts of the woods. It was where you all met at the beginning of the exercise.

Mercedes approached the two of you before you cleared the trees, guiding Dedue to set you down on a patch of soft grass in the shade next to three green scraps of fabric. She must have anticipated your arrival.

“Will she be alright?”

“Oh, yes,” Mercedes assured him, though her light tone didn’t match the furrow of her brows. “She’s mostly dealing with fatigue, but the strain on her lungs should be soothed before she tries to go anywhere.”

A moment of silence.

“Where is his Highness?”

The glow of soft magic hovered over you before you felt inclined to close your eyes. You tried not to focus on the strange feeling coursing through you - you still weren’t used to healing spells, yet.

“He and Ingrid went back to the monastery to consult Lady Rhea about all this.” She sighed, and you felt a pause in the flow of her enchantment, “I don’t really understand everything that happened today. It all feels so wrong.”

“I agree. There should not have been any crest beasts this close to the academy. The knights should have noticed.”

Another pause led to a stronger wave of magic passing through your lungs; it was all you could do to focus on breathing next to this weird feeling, but you opened your eyes just to make sure you were still okay.

 “I will head back to the monastery as well.”

The healer nodded, “I’ll let the professor know.”

“Let me know what?”

It seemed the rest of your class made it out of the forest. Professor Byleth approached at the lead, followed close behind by Annette, and finally by Felix and Sylvain supporting a pale and winded Ashe.

As Dedue filled your teacher in on everything, Mercedes abandoned you to go help Ashe. Annette replaced her, kneeling where her friend sat just a moment ago to continue her work. Fortunately, you didn’t feel like there was much left to do.

“Right. You can head back. Take some of the training weapons with you, please - I have a feeling everyone else will have their hands full by the time we head back.”

Dedue removed the brown band wrapped around his forehead, adding it to the pile lying about a meter away from your feet. Picking up the discarded wooden lance, bow, and sword lying in a pile closer to the woods, he turned and wordlessly took the path leading back to Garreg Mach.

“My bow…” you remembered, testing out your voice from your position on the ground, “I think…I dropped it somewhere in the forest?”

Felix scoffed, “With the amount of trees those beasts managed to fell, I don’t think a bit more wood lying around would hurt anyone. The Church can just buy a new one. They replace training weapons all the time.”

“Take it from Felix, they’re used to broken weapons,” Sylvain grinned. “Repairing a broken bow can’t be much different than replacing a missing one.”

A small huff of air came from the swordsman’s nose at his classmate’s remark. Rather than respond, however, he just turned back to you.

“How the hell are you still awake after all that? I expected you to have passed out by now.”

“Me? Shouldn’t you be more worried about Ashe? Whatever running I did, he ran and then some.”

“He did pass out.”

Turning your head to where Mercedes knelt, you found your friend sleeping on the grass, uneven breaths heaving from his chest.

After everything he went through by himself, you could only think that he deserved to rest.

“Professor? What is it?”

Annette’s inquisition immediately led your mind to drop the subject, turning instead to see Professor Byleth lost in thought.

“I’m just…trying to understand something. Those people that came from those monsters - did I kill them, or were they already dead? How did this happen so close to the monastery without anyone coming to help us? And…”

No one knew what to say. You hadn’t recognized the people that died, not their clothing or their faces.

“Nevermind. We need to head back in case anything else unexpected is looking to find us.”

“That should be just fine, Professor,” Mercedes agreed. “I’ve made sure these two are stable. The best thing for everyone now would be to rest.”

“Very well,” your teacher began circling around to everyone, collecting their headbands to place in the bag she had left here earlier.

Annette extended her hand out before Professor Byleth made her way over to the two of you. Taking it, you attempted to get up only to be frustrated by the fatigue of your legs. A sharp inhale followed by a hiss of pain accompanied the feeling of Annette lowering you back to the ground.

“Yeah…might not be ready for that yet…” you gritted your teeth.

Byleth walked over, tugging the brown textile off your head in a fluid motion, “Sylvain, please help her get back to the monastery. Felix, you can carry Ashe.”

“What?!”

Sylvain barely contained his laughter, approaching you with easy footsteps and lifting you off the ground bridal-style.

“You’re sure you want Sylvain of all people carrying the woman that can’t walk? Or fend for herself right now, for that matter?”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got plenty of experience with this sort of thing.”

“...with carrying people?” you raised a brow.

Sylvain winked, “...with carrying women that can’t walk.”

Professor Byleth hit him on the back of the head so hard that Sylvain dropped you on the ground.

You landed, reeling with a small squeak and a light curse. Your breath came labored through your teeth from the incidental blow to your legs. Not that it could have hurt as much as whatever she just did to Sylvain.

“Agh- What the hell, Professor?!”

“You and Felix have done an excellent job of changing my mind. I think we would all feel better if you volunteered to carry Ashe back with us, instead.”

Now it was Felix’s turn to fight a smirk, though he was hardly trying. After making sure you were okay from your slight fall, he picked you up in much the same way Sylvain had mere moments ago.

Meanwhile, Sylvain seemed to be making a point to carry Ashe over his shoulders.

The seven of you headed back to the monastery together, Professor Byleth calling off her lessons for the beginning of next week just to make sure everyone was well rested. Annette tried to reason that taking the weekend off would be plenty of time for most of the Blue Lions. After all, you, Dimitri, and Ashe were the only ones that really suffered any fatigue. Your teacher countered that if she were holding class, you three were the most likely suspects to insist on attending regardless, no matter how badly you were injured.

Perhaps you left too good of an impression on the professor today for her to think such things of you. Regardless, you agreed with her, if only to save Annette from the pointed glares of Felix and Sylvain at the idea of rejecting a day out of class.

[randoimago]

may i request “you love me? are you sure?” from the idiots to lovers prompt list for caspar, dimitri, sylvain and dedue from three houses?

“you love me? are you sure?”

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Characters: Dimitri, Caspar, Dedue, Sylvain

Type of Request: Headcanons

Notes: This is very cute, I’m happy to do this!!

Caspar

Completely taken aback when you confess your feelings towards him. He just didn’t see it coming at all and had no idea until you actually said something. No matter how obvious you might’ve been.

“you love me? are you sure?” He asks in disbelief because again, he had no idea! Don’t get me wrong, he’s happy but he needs to process this information first.

Immediately offers to take you on a date. He doesn’t really know of any good date ideas though, but he likes to spar so maybe you’d like to as well! Or you can watch him and he’ll try to look extra cool for you!

Has like zero experience with dating others and so he doesn’t really know what to do. He knows he’s beyond happy, but he’s clumsy. Caspar does make up for his inexperience with being very determined to be a good boyfriend for you.

Dedue

Raises an eyebrow when he hears your confession. It is... unusual. Your feelings towards him aren’t unwelcomed, but considering who he is, he didn’t think anyone would confess. Much less you.

“you love me? are you sure?” It’s direct and serious as he asks. You know what people say about him. He knows the whispers and harsh words that get spoken. Should you wish to pursue a relationship, they might turn towards you as well.

But if you truly mean what you say, he will take care of you. He will protect you with his life and make sure you know he loves you in return.

Dedue definitely doesn’t have experience with romance, but he’s blunt and has no hesitation with telling you his feelings and how he sees you. Should you ever question anything, know that he is quick to give you his own love and tell you every thought he has.

Dimitri

Dimitri freezes when he hears your confession. He’s received his fair share of them as being with him would be a good way to help someone’s status and house. But for you to confess to him...

“you love me? are you sure?” his voice is soft and gentle as if he’s trying not to scare you away in case you change your mind. He hopes that you won’t change your mind, but he also wants to make sure you actually mean this.

Definitely nervous as he also doesn’t have a lot of experience with being in relationships, but he promises to make you happy. You will be treated right and he’ll do his damnedest to never let you down.

Expect to get many trinkets and presents from him as a way to show his affection. He gets tongue tied around you easily and is still nervous about physical affection, so he hopes his gifts can help show his feelings while he learns how to treasure you.

Sylvain

Definitely wasn’t expecting you to confess to him. Sure, he’s had countless of girls (and some guys) confess feelings towards him which he gladly dated until they realized their mistake. But you?

“you love me? are you sure?” he has to ask just to make sure you’re in the right mindset. I mean you two are close and you know about all his experiences with others. Why would you want to be with someone like him??

For a split second, he wonders if it’s the crest. You just got close to him so you could eventually get his crest for your own sake. He shakes that thought away because you actually befriended him first and he knows you wouldn’t mess with him like that.

Sylvain wants to accept your confession, he really does. But he’s hurt a lot of others and so he’s afraid that he might hurt you too. So he’ll need some time to think, but he promises he’ll give you an answer.

[frickingnerd]

eloping with dedue

pairing: dedue molinaro x gn!reader

summary: you're trapped in an arranged marriage with an abusive noble, until you and dedue decide to run away together

tags: canon divergent, arranged marriage, abusive fiance, hurt/comfort, implied blue lion!reader

you were engaged to a noble man from the empire, supposed to be married to him as soon as you'd graduate from the officers academy

yet you hated the man that was supposed to be your husband and wanted nothing to do with him

but because of your crest and the situation your family was in, you couldn't disobey them, even if you wanted to

you didn't love your fiance, nor would you ever fall in love with him. after all, your heart already belonged to your kind classmate…

dedue was always there for you, always comforting you when your fiance was being horrible to you and he always treated you with so much love and respect that you couldn't help but be in love with him

dedue always listened to your troubles and tried to help you out as best as he could, even if he knew his suggestions wouldn't lead to anything

like that one time you were crying in his arms after your fiance had hit you, only for dedue to tell you that if things ever escalated like this again, you should run away from him and never look back

perhaps you took him a bit too serious in that moment, looking up at him through teary eyes, asking him if he'd run away with you

dedue hesitated to reply, seeing how serious you were about this, but instead of backing out of this and playing it off as a joke, you doubled down on it

you confessed to dedue, finally saying out loud what you felt for so long now. that you wished you could be with him instead, that you wanted to run away with him and spend the rest of your life with him

dedue knew that he shouldn't agree. you were already engaged, soon to be married, and he was the prince's loyal retainer, supposed to stay by his side forever

and yet, dedue agreed to your proposal. he couldn't turn you down, not when he loved you and knew that you'd be so much happier with him…

dedue and you ended up eloping a few weeks later, just after graduation

with the help of dimitri, who knew about your plan to run off together, you two escaped to faerghus, specifically a small town near fhirdiad

there was a modest house waiting for the two of you there, that dimitri had offered the two of you as a wedding gift

aside from dimitri, only a few of your former classmates knew about your relationship and the place you stayed at

though your family and your ex-fiance never found out where you went and you and dedue got married soon after arriving at your new home, with your former classmates secretly attending the wedding

[certified-boyliker]

How Cuddly They Are on a Scale of 1-10 (Blue Lions)

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Dimitri is... a 4!

He likes cuddling with you, don't get me wrong. However, he doesn't like admitting it, and he gets very stuttery and awkward when he cuddles with you. It's kinda cute, when his face goes red and he starts stuttering.

Dedue is... a 3

He also likes cuddling with you, but this is a man who seems like he hates himself. Thinking that he isn't worthy to cuddle with you and have you hugging him. Not as blushy or stuttery as Dimitri, but he is taken off guard and he gives you a small smile afterwards

Felix is... a 1

He is not cuddly at all. He's not really a touchy person. The most he'll do is wrap his arms around you possesively. He doesn't like PDA and prefers to show his affection through words and just being in your presence

Sylvain is... a 9

Are we surprised? Sylvain likes holding you so much. Any chance he gets, he's touching you. Holding your hand, hugging you, cuddling you, you get it. It's partially because he likes contact, but also because he trusts you. He knows you don't like him for his crest, but him. And that makes him want to hug you so much

Mercedes is... a 7

She really does enjoy cuddling with you! She likes setting you in her lap, resting your head against his chest, as she plays with your hair. She likes kissing you and hugging you.

[originalfireemblemscenarios]

Hello I would like to ask could you do a scenario on how Raphael, dedue, and balthus would reassure a insecure s/o .

You didn't specify the insecurity so I kept it as general as I could!

Raphael, Dedue and Balthus reassuring their insecure S/O

Reader here is gender neutral

Raphael

At first he didn't know why you were upset, so he decided to cheer you up in his usual ways.

He was so sweet and caring, like always it made you feel like you didn't deserve it. And seeing your mood getting worse as he tried to help... It was hard to describe how it made him feel.

So he was determined to find a reason why you're recently acting the way you do. And if you're not going to tell him, then he'll ask your friends and if that doesn't work he'd just try to guess it.

The last thing he'd expect was you feeling insecure so his guesses were all far from the truth. So he was incredibly stunned by it.

He couldn't believe that there could be anything about you to dislike. But since you clearly weren't on the same page, he tried to understand why you'd feel that way and of course describe his point of you.

You'd take small steps, but he'd be very stubborn about it. He can't allow for you to feel like you don't deserve the best!

Dedue

He was very observant. So even if you'd try to hide your insecurities he'd just know. Although he would be a little troubled... Since he wouldn't know what to do about it at first.

So he figured the best he could do, is to be blunt. Talking about this kind of an issue is really important, and he'd hate it if he dismissed something like that.

The next opportunity he had he just asked you how did you feel about yourself. His tone was filled with concern and it'd make you feel guilty to lie.

He knows it's not in his power to tell you how to feel, so he just wanted to know how to make it better. He'd do honestly anything to boost your confidence.

He believes in you, but he will let you take your time. He wouldn't shower you with too much compliments to not overwhelm you but he isn't shy to praise you when you achieve something great. That way you can't really say that it was undeserved.

Balthus

Okay, no. He's not letting you say what you want to say to the end note. It's not about not wanting to listen to you but just the first sentence of you thinking you're not good enough was enough for him to listen to.

After all he's not going to let anyone insult his partner, especially if it's you saying all that stuff.

Main difference is that he doesn't knock that out of your head literally. He just makes extra sure to give you all the right attention.

Words of affirmation just won't stop. Whatever you say will be corrected because for someone so smart you have a habit of saying some really dumb things about yourself.

But hey, happens to the best and he's having fun correcting you when it comes to an issue like this. I mean, he's always loud about his feelings for you so having one more excuse to do just that is great actually.

You know that Balthus doesn't set for anything but the best, so why would you question his judgement on you being the top tier catch?

~Mod Bernadetta

[manga-gamer]

Pet Names (Blue Lions Boys)

Note: I'm playing the game. I am certified boyliker. I am going to major in boy. Sue me.

Characters: Dimitri, Dedue, Sylvain, Felix, Ashe

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Dimitri:

Bless this boy

So flustered when you call him pet names, so he came up with his own

My Love, Sweetheart, Darling

Very traditional pet names

Doesn't stray much from that

Dedue

My love <3

He was hesitant for obvious reasons, but he got comfortable and came up with them

Love, Mine, My sweet

So adorable

So flustered when he says them too

Sylvain

Dear Goddess.

Him. He comes up with. Names.

Sweetcheeks, cutie, babe, lil cutie

No matter if you're taller than him or not, older than him or not, he'll call you lil cutie

A tad annoying, but he's a little charming.

Felix

Um. Him as well

He's not the sweet or sentimental type, so chances are he wouldn't have any pet names

Most he'll do is not call you "You" when he's trying to address you

That's it.

Maybe "mine" if he's possessive and Sylvain was flirting with you (and didn't know you were with Felix), but that's the most you'll get

Ashe

Absolute opposite of Felix

He's very sweet and sentimental

Baby, sweetheart, love

Also traditional

Such a sweetheart and such an adorable cutie

[mortyvongola2-0]

hi could I request some first time with dedue headcanons? maybe touching on any kinks of his as well? this man needs more love </3

I agree, he does need more love! He's such a sweet man, he deserves the world.

Thank you for asking, I hope its not too short for you.

Dedue is a very patient man. He's steadfast and kind, as long as it doesn't go against his position as His Highnesses vassal, he'd be willing to do whatever it takes. He is an excellent man to be with for someone's first time.

He'd prefer to be told beforehand about whether or not it is his partner's first time. It would help him understand exactly what needed to be done so that he and his lover could both have the most enjoyable experience possible.

He's not a super kinky man, but he does have a few things that he really enjoys.

He's definitely the type to enjoy taking his time, to go slowly, whether its the first time or not. He likes the buildup, the subtle sounds. He likes to know that his partner is getting the most out of the experience as well. His patience and want to pleasure leads a lot into overstimulation.

He'd rather over perform than underperform.

Dedue also enjoys oral sex, he prefers to be on the receiving end. It makes him feel accepted and so attractive. He doesn't like to finish in his partners mouth though, he'd prefer to see it somewhere else. Like on his lover's chest of thighs. He's not totally into marking but he enjoys the view every once in awhile.

He likes to hear the sounds of his partners. A lot. He may not make much noise but he loves to hear them make it. Especially during a first encounter, it tells him that he's doing a good job and depending on the sound it can also let him know if they're in any pain or not.

He's a sweetheart so there's a lot of kissing involved. Soft kisses, pecks of reassurance and a mumble of "you're doing so well," every so often. Dedue is large, and he knows he's large, so he feels the need to give as much reassurance and reciprocation as he possibly can.

He'd distract from pain with those loving kisses, with tender touches along the sides and waists of his partner, and pay special attention to where he knew they loved to be touched after his entry.

First times with Dedue are slow, tender, and loving. He makes sure to be as delicate as he would be with the many flowers he loves to care for. Its a wonderful time.

tagged list: @therantingfangirl @skydaddy01

[trytoimaginefireemblem]

Headcanon: Giving Dedue Flowers Would Be Like...

Request: None

Word Count: 370

Dedue really enjoys gardening and taking care of the flowers in the greenhouse. He loves learning about different types of plants. He often finds himself in the library, looking into plants he had never heard of.

Being from Duscur and spending almost all of his time in Faerghus, Dedue was unfamiliar with all the different plants that could be found in other parts of Fodlan.

Dedue would never expect anyone to give him a gift, and he would never expect anyone to give him flowers.

If you ever decided to gift Dedue with flowers or a plant, he would be surprised and slightly embarrassed. He would love the gesture, but he is not used to receiving gifts, especially not something related to one of his hobbies.

Dedue would graciously accept your gift. He would thank you multiple times. He would promise to take good care of the plant and keep you updated on how the plant is doing.

If you gave Dedue flowers, he would cherish them even after they wither and dry up. He would hesitate to throw them out even when all the petals had fallen off and made a mess in his room.

Dedue would also ask if you have any interest in plants. If you do, he would want to talk to you about different plants. He would want to exchange information on different types of plants and expand his knowledge. If you aren't interested in plants, Dedue would understand. It would make him feel even more special because you went out of your way to get him something he is interested in even though it isn't interesting to you.

The next time Dedue had to go to the market, he would try to find you a gift that you would enjoy. He would want to make sure that his gift for you is as thoughtful as your gift to him.

Overall, Dedue would absolutely love it if you gave him flowers or plants. It would make him feel special and happy that you took the time to find out what he likes. Dedue would want you to feel as special as you made him feel, whether it be through gifts or just spending time together.

[sapphirecat]

Imagine

...You persistently trying to befriend Dedue even while he tries to convince you to distance yourself until he eventually comes to understand you truly do care about him.

"I do not think it wise for you to continue to come around and speak with me. I've been hearing other people speaking of our relationship with ill tones and yet you do not seem to care in the slightest. In truth, I don't understand why you continue to try to befriend me... yet I find myself happy that you do. I've found you to be a valuable ally... and an even better friend. I'm sorry, that's rather contradicting, isn't it?"

[mindyco]

Dedue x gn!Reader 🩷 (Field of Flowers)

Warnings: none

Artwork credit: @darlsdraws (Twitter)

Dear Dedue, Sir, please. Just have some tea with me for 2.5 seconds, I swear I'll feed you all the ginger tea in the world. I'll even traverse to fucking Antarctica to find you, so just send me your Google Maps location. Please and thank you. ~ Sincerely, your hottest lover, Seril

In the realm of the ever so powerful and vigilant retainer—a loyal vassal to the valiant Dimitri—the life of Dedue was fraught with difficulty. His eyes had witnessed countless shifts in darkness, his hands had cupped the face of horror in the aftermath of battle, and he had been trained to both witness and inflict unimaginable slaughter. A being who had subconsciously closed himself off from those around him, he sought to shield the ones he held dear from the ashes of despair.

Dedue, bearer of many names—some cruel, some rewarding—shouldered titles he had never asked for. He stood now amidst the aftermath of a war-torn world, his hand resting firmly on an axe that was far too heavy and colossal for a mere mortal to wield. His gaze was fixed forward, sharp and menacing, for the one who stood just behind him was worth every ounce of suffering. As long as you stood beside him on this earthly plane, he knew there would always be beauty—a beauty that surpassed even the splendor of the flowers and plants he so diligently nurtured. Your eyes radiated with an ethereal brilliance when they met his, your smile as you welcomed him back from arduous journeys with the other soldiers filled his weary heart with joy. And your voice, a soothing balm, reached deep into his soul, promising solace and tranquility. As long as you were by his side, he would fight with unwavering determination.

His weary spirit had once expected a future filled with monotony and solitude. But fate had other plans. In your presence, he experienced strange and unnerving moments that he embraced, traversing each step of his life with childlike wonder and awe.

"Dedue," you called out, your voice a soft melody that stirred him from the depths of his thoughts. It was rare for him to be so deeply immersed in introspection, as he often remained vigilant, ever watchful. But with you, he found solace and security—a sanctuary from the burdens he carried.

"Mm?" he replied, his voice deep and resonant. He didn't wish to reveal his exhaustion to you, silently thanking the gods for making his short and blunt responses the defining characteristic most people noticed about him. Dedue secretly hoped you wouldn't perceive his weariness. The past weeks had been consumed by the relentless training of soldiers in the barracks, with Dedue assuming the role of their leader. Ever since Dimitri had entrusted him with the responsibility of guiding a group of raw recruits, Dedue had embraced his role with unwavering dedication. The young faces, eager and determined to fight for their country, kept him awake at night, his mind plagued by the knowledge that not all of them would survive. The horrors of war were a heavy burden for any soul to bear, and the thought of a single misstep on his part, a neglected lesson or a forgotten defense tactic, haunting him with the fear that it could lead to their downfall. And he would bear the weight of that responsibility.

It was an ugly truth—a truth he wished to shield you from at all costs.

"Are we almost there yet?" you asked, a small smile gracing your face as you observed him nimbly leap down from a sizable rock on the hill you were traversing. He landed with a soft grunt, seemingly unscathed.

The terrain was rugged and treacherous, hardly conducive to an effortless journey for someone of your stature. Despite your best efforts, navigating through nature's obstacles proved challenging. However, Dedue was adamant about showing you something special, even if it meant enduring a long and arduous trek. But you harbored no concerns. As long as he was with you, even encountering a pack of wolves wouldn't dampen your spirit. He was your shield, your protector, and you knew that no harm would befall you as long as he was there to ward off any dangers.

Dedue turned to face you, his gaze softening as he took in your radiant presence. Your eyes were fixed upon him, filled with admiration and trust—a reflection of the love and adoration he harbored for you deep within his heart. He approached you with a deliberate step, his large hand extending towards you, as if beckoning you to take hold of his steady warmth.

"We're almost there," Dedue replied, his voice a deep timbre that resonated with strength and reassurance. "Just a little further, my love."

The words left his lips with a tenderness that surprised even him. Dedue had never considered himself a master of words or gestures of affection. But with you, he found himself yearning to express his devotion in every way possible. Every word he spoke was measured, every action calculated, for he wished to convey the depths of his affection without overwhelming you.

You smiled, a soft giggle escaping your lips as you placed your delicate hand in his, your fingers intertwining with his much larger ones. The contrast between your hands was stark, a contrast of strength and vulnerability, yet they fit together with an innate harmony that spoke volumes of the unbreakable bond you shared.

As you continued your ascent, Dedue ensured each step was secure, his watchful eyes surveying the path ahead. Occasionally, he would pause, allowing you a moment of respite, his broad frame serving as a sturdy pillar against which you could lean. The warmth emanating from his body enveloped you, shielding you from the cool gusts of wind that whispered through the trees.

In this moment, Dedue felt an overwhelming sense of peace. The cacophony of war and the weight of his responsibilities were momentarily silenced. It was just the two of you, a haven amidst chaos, where love flourished like wildflowers in an untouched meadow. Dedue's heart swelled with pride as he looked upon you, his eyes tracing the contours of your face, committing each delicate feature to memory. Your presence brought light to his world, illuminating the darkest corners of his soul with an unparalleled radiance.

With every step you took together, Dedue's protective instincts surged, his unwavering dedication and commitment to your safety etched into every fiber of his being. His love for you was a roaring fire, steadfast and unyielding, its warmth and intensity reaching the very depths of your heart.

As you reached the summit of the hill, a breathtaking panorama unfolded before your eyes. A field so magnificent, it seemed like a dream. It stretched out before you, an expanse of colorful petals carpeting the ground, as far as the eye could see. It was a breathtaking sight, a testament to the beauty that flourished when nature and love intertwined.

The sun bathed the landscape in a warm golden glow, casting a vibrant tapestry of colors across the horizon. Dedue took your hand in his, his touch both firm and gentle, as you walked together through a field of blooming flowers. The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of nature's blossoms, a symphony of scents that danced on the breeze.

You twirled among the flowers, your laughter filled the air, a melody that resonated deep within Dedue's heart. He watched in awe as you moved gracefully, your figure weaving through the vibrant blooms like a dancer in a reverie. Your flowing dress mirrored your graceful movements. It billowed and swirled around you, like a cascade of silk and satin caught in a gentle breeze. The fabric, a soft pastel hue, perfectly complemented the vibrant colors of the blooming flowers that surrounded you. With every step, his love for you grew stronger, his admiration for your spirit and joyous nature deepening with each passing moment.

As if choreographed by the invisible hand of fate, you both found yourselves kneeling amidst the colorful array, your fingers reaching out to pluck the most captivating blossoms. Each flower seemed to hold a piece of your connection, as if nature itself conspired to celebrate your love. The delicate petals caressed your skin as you collected an assortment of flowers, each one a testament to the beauty that surrounded you.

While sitting side by side, you and Dedue began arranging the flowers into intricate patterns, your fingers dancing with care and tenderness. Dedue's touch, though strong, became gentle as he delicately held each fragile stem. However, despite his best efforts, the flowers seemed to protest, snapping off under his large, calloused hands.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you watched Dedue's earnest attempts. You couldn't help but find his struggle endearing, his determination to create something beautiful for you shining through. With a gentle pat on his head, you leaned closer to him, offering both comfort and encouragement.

"Don't worry, Dedue," you whispered, your voice a soothing melody amidst the blooming symphony around you. "We can do this together."

With renewed determination, Dedue's eyes met yours, gratitude and affection evident in his gaze. Hand in hand, you resumed your task, your fingers entwining with his as you guided him through the delicate process. The flowers responded to your touch, seemingly enchanted by the love that intertwined with each delicate petal.

Time seemed to stand still as you wove together a crown of blossoms, your laughter mingling with the soft rustle of petals. Dedue's touch grew more gentle and precise, his hands mirroring the delicate nature of the flowers themselves. The once stubborn stems yielded to his touch, surrendering to the whims of his love and devotion.

Finally, as the flower crown took shape, you marveled at its beauty. It was a testament to your shared efforts, a tangible representation of the love that bloomed between you. With a smile as radiant as the sun, you placed the crown atop Dedue's head, the vibrant blooms contrasting against his dark hair, a crown befitting the king of your heart.

But as the crown found its place, a mischievous spark danced in your eyes. Leaning in, your lips brushed against his, a tender and sweet kiss that conveyed gratitude and affection. It was a silent acknowledgement of the happiness he had brought into your life and a testament to the love that blossomed between you.

Dedue's surprise lingered in the air for a moment, his eyes wide with awe, before a soft smile spread across his face. In that instant, the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the vibrant field of flowers and the gentle touch of your love. His arms enveloped you with a tender strength, pulling you closer to him, as if he couldn't bear to be without your presence.

With a playfulness in his gaze, Dedue's lips curved into a smile. He shifted his weight, his body gracefully falling backward onto the soft grass. You were caught off guard, but laughter bubbled from your lips as you landed on top of him, your bodies cushioned by the embrace of nature's carpet.

The sweet scent of blooming flowers enveloped you as you found yourselves lying amidst the vibrant colors and soft grass. Dedue's deep laughter filled the air, a joyful sound that mirrored the beating of your own heart. It was a moment of pure bliss, a shared intimacy that spoke volumes without the need for words.

In that tranquil haven, surrounded by the delicate blooms and the warmth of Dedue's love, you felt a profound sense of gratitude. Gratitude for the beauty of the world around you, for the bond you shared, and for the love that had brought you to this magical place.

～𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

[halcyon-writings]

Thank so much for the response. May I also request something soft and comforting for Dedue? Yesterday I was separated from my coworkers by another and faced harassment from him about how I am such a bad person etc and I am not doing good atm even though my friends are trying their best to remind me that this dude is a prick (he blew up on me because he has been taking extended breaks and I told my coworkers to do their tasks over his first so his things did not get done as a result). Please take as much time as you need. I just want something to look forward to.

hello dear! i first off would like to apologize for the wait on your request, a lot of it was just me shaking the worms to get the writing juices flowing, and now after the personal war with my writer's block, it is finished (confetti poppers appear) and i hope that guy steps on a lego, i've worked with people like that and genuinely they're awful, i hope that you're doing much better and that you enjoy the fic!

nav.

there be hurt/comfort in this one, annie and mercie being 1000/10 friends

You don’t like to worry Dedue. 

Not that you didn’t trust him or anything, nothing like that at all! You just did not want to add onto his responsibilities that he had. Especially not when the man already had enough on his plate as Dimitri’s right hand. The thought of even causing more work for him made you wary. 

So you did the only reasonable thing you thought you could do- Keep it all in and pray that the matter would be done with so that way you would not trouble him. 

Of course, that was much easier said than done. You had to give Dedue credit, he was a keen observer. Nothing really got past him, which was no wonder why Prince, now King Dimitri had trusted his friend well. 

Your hands wiped your eyes frequently, frustration bubbling beneath your skin as your eyes burned with unshed tears. Don’t cry, don’t cry. Don’t allow them to see your frustration. Don’t let them see that their cruel words affected you. You remind yourself as your throat constricts slightly.

Annette and Mercedes’ hands rubbed your back soothingly. Their own comforting words did little to help, but nonetheless, you were grateful. Your breaths come out in shaky pauses, you inhale and then exhale. Cursing yourself, for letting some stranger’s words get to you so strongly.

“Really, it’s not something for you to worry over, that man had no reason to be so crass and rude,” Annette says, indignant on your behalf.

It was a nice banquet, one that not only hoped to boost the morale of the Kingdom by inviting both nobility and commoners, but it’s secondary agenda was to scope out who truly was loyal to the crown and not attempting anything nefarious, it was difficult enough to weed out Empire loyalists in the previous month. 

It started with some Duke from the western area of Faerghus, preening to whoever paid him any mind that he deserved to be in the small council room before Dimitri could make his appearance before the people. Only to look like a fool when not only was he barred, but attempting to stop you from going in, when you were literally invited by the King himself. 

Where the audacity came from, you were not sure, but overwhelmed from just the number of people attending, to then this stranger getting into your face and proceeding to insult you for something you had no control over (well you did, but you had no reason to help the man into the meeting place now), you quite literally were this close to losing it on the man. Which was where you were grateful for Mercedes’ intervention followed by Annette carefully taking you somewhere more private to calm down. Because you weren’t certain if you were going to punch the man or cry. Or do both. 

From her tone as she confronted him, you almost felt bad for him, almost. An angry Mercedes was a scary Mercedes after all. 

Annette moves from where she was standing as you all hear a knock on the door, her voice is hushed so you can’t really make out what she’s saying or who she’s talking to. The door shuts gently behind her and Mercedes, who promises to see what’s happening follows a short moment later.. The banquet was still ongoing, but with a slight delay as the king was preoccupied with other matters (You later learn it was because Dimitri had not wanted to walk out without everyone in his retinue, aka his former classmates). 

The door opens once more, as you wipe your face with a cool rag to hide your flusteredness. 

“Mercie, I’m alright, I’ll be out in a moment,” Comes out slightly muffled as you press the cloth to your cheeks and your forehead.

“I do not wish to leave you alone,” A much deeper voice, one that did not belong to either her nor Annette catches you by surprise.

You look up at him bewildered, wasn’t he with Dimitri?

When you voice this concern, Dedue steps forward, and you see the swishing skirts of your friends behind the door as they send you small smiles and thumbs ups. You can’t help but shake your head.

“I actually told His Highness that I would go search for you three when Sylvain or Felix hadn’t found you all earlier, in fact, he even encouraged me to do so,” As he stepped closer, while you’re preoccupied, he takes in your frazzled appearance, still dressed to the nines for the occasion, but hands slightly shaky, your expression flustered and eyes looking like they held back tears still. 

He unfortunately had not been present for the incident, only being filled in by a rather indignant Annette when she had found him during his search. He did not judge her reaction, of course, in the slightest. Dedue was not petty or snappish in any way and much more passive, something that Dimitri had almost always scolded him for since they had attended the Officer’s Academy at Garreg Mach. However something in your expression broke his heart, and in turn, made him angry. 

“I’m sorry,” Your quiet words take him away from his reverie, you use the small counter as a makeshift seat, hoisting yourself up to sit on.

Gently, he takes one of your hands in his own, anger quelled, but not forgotten. “You have nothing to apologize for, if anything, that man should be the one apologizing to you for his behavior.” He is quick to insist, to drive away any doubt that you may have had about yourself. 

“If you wish, we can return home, His Highness will understand,” Dedue offers quietly, his hand tucking a stray piece of your hair behind your ear, 

At this you shake your head, “No, a lot of work went into tonight, and I don’t want to let one person ruin all of it. Dimitri would want to show all of us present to support him. If even one of us isn’t there, I’m sure the nobility will want to talk about it.” 

Court politics gave you a headache, and you couldn’t help but pity the friends that had come from noble families (and also feel a bit grateful that your own family was one of merchants, so your encounter with nobility was minimum at best). 

While he does appear doubtful, he ultimately does not push you to decide. 

“If that is what you wish to do, then I will be amenable to it.” 

Your eyes have dried, and you quickly inspect yourself in the small compact that Annette had tucked away (while also excitedly telling you about the pockets of her dress in order to cheer you up) for you. 

“Then, yes, we’re staying.”

You get a sense of comfort from his presence. Knowing that not only did you have his support but the support of your friends as well, you walked out with them all with your head raised high, (faking the confidence just a little bit). 

When the duke that had previously treated you cruelly saw you, his mouth was left agape. Although, it was your turn to look surprised when you saw Dedue turn up his nose at the man, making his jaw drop further as due to his friend’s actions, Dimitri only would interact with the man for propriety’s sake and propriety’s sake only. Surprise became admiration as you learned another thing, Dedue really could be petty when he wanted to be.

[randoimago]

How about Linhardt, Mercedes and Dedeue meeting in the Goddess Tower with their s/o accidentally, but with the same idea - to spent some time in peace and quiet alone, away from the Ball. But in the end they talk, make wishes and dance. Alone. With each other.

Meeting S/O at the Goddess Tower

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Character(s): Dedue, Mercedes, Linhardt

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): Here you go!!

Dedue

He had left so he didn't inconvenience people with his presence. It's no secret how most people view those from Duscur. He did not intend to stumble upon you.

"Apologies, I'll leave," he'll tell you when you notice him. You're quick to say he can stay and he debates it for a second but agrees. You two are alone so there shouldn't be rumors spread about you being seen with him.

Dedue isn't one for small talk but he listens. He listens to anything you want to talk about, voicing a few thoughts now and then. It isn't until you suggest making a wish with him that he lets a smile slip through. Mythologies aren't something he's interested in, but he likes the one with the Goddess Tower.

Dancing also isn't something he's good at. His highness had him attend the lessons that he had, but Dedue didn't really dance himself. He still tries with holding you close and letting you lead.

Linhardt

Honestly he just wanted to take a nap. It was all exhausting. But he saw you in the spot he wanted to nap and let out a sigh, letting you know he was there. You don't get time to react before he moves your hands so he can lay his head in your lap.

It's quiet at first before you two do start talking. It's mostly him either complaining about the party or talking about crest research.

Linhardt would go quiet again after a bit and you'd think he finally fell asleep until he speaks up. "We could make a wish for research purposes. See if there's any truth to the legends." rather he was being sincere or sly, who knows.

At the discussion of dancing, he's not a huge fan of the idea. Yes he knows how to dance - he's a noble he had to attend those lessons - but he doesn't like dancing, it's too tiring. But if you really look upset at not having a dance with him then he'll relent.

Mercedes

She was really trying to find Ingrid, who was hiding from her again. Mercedes did need a break and she thought the best way would be to touch up some makeup. That idea left her when she saw you alone at the Goddess Tower.

You get a cheerful, "Hello!" from her as she makes her way over to you, sitting next to you. Having conversation comes easily enough before she's teasing you about waiting for someone to make a wish with.

Mercedes is more than happy to play into the traditions of the Goddess Tower with wishing with you, hoping for happiness in your future and the rest of her house's future.

She would be the one to suggest dancing too. She was upset when she realized that she had to take a break from dancing in the first place, but now she's all relaxed and wants to spend the rest of the night dancing with her beloved S/O.

[frickingnerd]

reunion at dawn

pairing: dedue molinaro x fem!reader

summary: the last time you saw dedue was five years ago, before the war started. after looking for you all this time, he finally finds you. but you're not alone anymore...

tags: reader has a child (with dedue), angst with a happy ending

dedue had thought he would never see you again. it's been five years since the two of you were last together in the monastery. back then you had just confessed your feelings to him, before the war broke out. he still remembered that last night he spent with you, how close the two of you had been. and then war split the two of you apart. until today. 

dedue had found his way back to his former classmates and now that he was by dimitri's side again, the two of them were looking for you. they could really use your help winning the war, sure. but dedue honestly just wanted to see you again. he needed to know you were doing okay. 

it had been so long since you two last saw each other. he wondered if you would even recognize him. if you maybe still felt the same about him. or if you had moved on since your last time together…

dedue and dimitri had followed rumors about you, that led them to a small cottage in the woods, just a bit outside of town. dedue first thought those rumors had to be wrong. after all, you were a noble! you had always lived in large mansions with servants attending your every need. and yet, here you were, inside a small cabin. all alone. well, not quite. 

"dedue…?"

you looked at the large man standing in front of your door. next to him was the prince of the holy kingdom of farghus, who was presumed to be dead. neither of them should be here and yet they were. and somehow they had found you. 

"w-what…? how are you–"

you just stared at dedue, barely even looking at dimitri. after all, dedue was the man you loved. and the reason you had lost everything…

"mommy…?"

dedue's eyes widened as he heard a child's voice from inside. even dimitri looked shocked, turning his head towards his friend.

you hurried back inside, leaving the door open behind you. the two men didn't hesitate and followed you inside, where they saw the child that had been calling out to you. you had picked up the small boy, holding him in your arms. and he looked just like him.

judging by the look of it, that child must be around four years old. plus the nine months it took before he came to this world… dedue quickly put two and two together. this was his child! it had to be! the small boy looked just like him…

"i didn't know…"

he tried to speak up, but you softly shook your head and stopped him.

"didn't know i was pregnant? well, i didn't know you were alive until now, so that makes us even…"

dimitri, who had been quiet since arriving here, finally spoke up.

"that's why you weren't with your family anymore, right? they wouldn't accept a child from a man of duscur…"

dedue's eyes widened. was he telling the truth? had your family disowned you because of him? because of his child?

"they made me choose. my son or the rest of my family. i made my decision… and i would chose him again and again!"

the child on your arm smiled innocently. he probably didn't quite understand the gravity of the situation, just excited to meet some new people after living isolated for so long. you carefully let him down again, before bending down and smiling.

"how about you show our new friend around the house a little?"

you pointed towards dimitri, who quickly got the message. you probably didn't want your son to hear more about his past than necessary. not when he was still so young.

dimitri took the child's hand, heading into another room and leaving you alone with dedue. once it was just the two of you, dedue carefully approached you. he was overwhelmed by the situation, worried he would say the wrong thing. still, he had to say something! this was his child after all…

"i… i'm so sorry"

dedue took both of your hands, gently holding them between his own.

"i'm sorry for not being here. for leaving you alone with your…our child!"

"you didn't do it on purpose, dedue. it was the war that made us part ways. i know you would've stayed by my side if it had been different"

you had become so mature since the last time the two of you had met. you were shouldering all of those responsibilities all by yourself. dedue admired you for this, but he wished things could've been different. you deserved to live a peaceful life for a little longer.

"i'm never going to leave your side again, y/n!"

dedue swore, a serious expression resting on his face.

"from now on, you won't have to do this alone anymore. i'll make up for all the time we lost. i'll take care of our child, i'll talk to your family and convince them to take you back! and i'll win this war for you. once i did this, you can finally live the peaceful life you deserve, my love…"

[legend-of-dorte]

What do the Blue Lions do if you are a target of bullying at the academy?

Note: Reader is Gender Neutral

Dimitri

He observes for a moment, taking stock of the situation. Then he calmly intervenes. Your aggressors look up and freeze the moment they notice Dimitri standing there. How long has he been watching?

"Forgive my intrusion. It looks to me as though there is some sort of quarrel going on here," he remarks with usual politeness. Then he crosses his arms, narrowing his gaze on your tormentors. "I would be happy to mediate, if needed."

For all his courtesy and friendly demeanor, there is a sudden intensity in his stare. A power in his presence that commands all the attention and respect befitting of a future king. One who would someday be tasked to deliver judgment on all wrongdoing.

But there is something else in those eyes. Something unyielding. Something that promises much worse than simple punishment should these misdeeds continue.

The grip on your collar loosens. Your bullies waste no time with apologies or excuses as they flee to escape Dimitri's wrath.

Dimitri helps you onto your feet and offers assistance as you straighten out your uniform. Your belongings are scattered on the floor in the midst of the commotion. He gathers them up for you in spite of your protests.

"I'm so sorry that you have to endure this," he says remorsefully. "If it would help, I could accompany you between classes. Only if you allowed it, of course."

Dedue

He interposes without uttering a word, planting himself between you and those who would do you harm. Like a shield, he endures their insults, their jeers - all the things that he is used to hearing - but does not entertain their demands for him to move aside.

Facing the sheer iron in his stance and on his face, your tormentors are reluctant to retaliate by physical means. Only once are they out of sight does Dedue turn to face you.

"Are you hurt?" he asks, looking you over. When you shake your head, his shoulders sink with relief. "I'm glad."

The conversation tapers off into an awkward sort of quiet. Your nerves are still frayed, and you have trouble calming down. Of course, he notices.

"...Have you eaten yet? The dining hall is not far from here. Allow me to prepare you something."

The meal he serves you is delicious, of course. Grateful for the distraction, you fretfully stuff your face as Dedue takes a seat across the table. The two of you sit in silence as he attends you with an expression that is unreadable, but not unfriendly. There are no words - only unspoken empathy and understanding.

Sylvain

The moment it seems like there is nowhere for you to run, you feel a firm hand on your shoulder.

"There you are, I've been looking all over for you!" Sylvain is at your side, wearing his most infectious smile.  "Don't tell me you've forgotten our plans to visit town today."

You stammer in response, unable to recall any such plan.

His eyes drift towards your aggressors. "By the way, who are these friends of yours? It sounded like you were having a juicy conversation." The air plunges to sub-zero temperature as his voice suddenly turns hostile. "...Any room for me to join in?"

With his arm slung firmly around your shoulder, you have no idea what kind of face he is making at your bullies. But it is enough to make them slink back with terror in their eyes.

"Was it something I said? Ah, well." Sylvain claps your shoulder cheerfully as he leads you away. "Remember that place I've been bothering you about all week? Let's grab a bite to eat and you can tell me how your day has been."

After everything he had suffered at the hands of his older brother, the least he can do is let you know in his own little way - you will never have to face your tormentors alone.

Felix

At first he does nothing, merely watching from a distance to see if you're capable of growing a spine. As the confrontation escalates, so does his dissatisfaction, until he can stand idle no longer.

Just as your aggressors are about to turn violent, Felix finally announces his presence - by loudly kicking over some nearby piece of furniture.

"What a pathetic bunch, ganging up on someone weaker than you," he sneers. He points with his practice blade, issuing a challenge. "Why don't we settle this by finding out just how strong you clowns are in a fair fight?"

The resulting scuffle is no contest. The vandals are sent fleeing, covered in fresh cuts and bruises. You are left with the task of having to physically restrain Felix before he outright runs them down.

"Don't think for a second that I'm going to make a habit of this," Felix chastises you once the dust settles. "Next time they corner you like that, you need to stand up and fight for yourself."

In fact, he drags you to the training grounds and finds you a practice sword to call your own. By the time he is done drilling you on the basics of armed and unarmed self-defense, you are more than ready should your aggressors return.

Ashe

On impulse, he steps out into the open and calls out your name. When all eyes are on him, his face goes red with panic. Even so, he musters courage and acts on the first idea that pops into his head.

"The Professor wanted to see you! They said it was an urgent matter and asked me take you to them. Hurry!" Grabbing your hand, he pulls you into a run. Your tormentors are slow to react as the two of you make your frantic escape.

Out of breath, you both take refuge within the greenhouse where plenty of school staff are present. It's uncomfortably warm and muggy, but there is no shortage of tall plants to hide behind.

"That was close! Are you alright?" he pants. "Oh... The Professor? That was something I made up." He laughs weakly. "Sorry that I couldn't be of any more help..."

Though your bullies are nowhere to be seen, you elect to hide in the greenhouse for a while. Ashe is determined to stay by your side for as long as is needed.

"...Do you want to tell someone?" he offers quietly. "Surely the Professor will understand. I can come with you to help explain what happened."

It's clear that he wishes he could do more instead of just running, but even true justice comes in small steps.

Mercedes

Though she is aghast at your plight, her solution is both simple and effective. The moment she sees you being menaced, she drops everything she is holding to cup her hands around her mouth and shout at the top of her lungs.

"Oh, Professor! Someone! Please come help, quick! There's a student in trouble!"

Mercedes is well-loved in Garreg Mach for her benevolent nature. As such, heads turn at the sound of her voice. Knights, the school staff, and even the clergy emerge from the woodwork to investigate the commotion.

Your tormentors immediately panic and turn tail, fleeing the scene.

Your savior rushes to your side and immediately sets to work mending your scrapes and bruises.

"You needn't worry. Everything is going to be alright now." She gives you a reassuring smile. "You should always yell out for help if you're in trouble. That's what I always do!"

Annette

Her face nearly as red as her hair as she rushes to your defense, confronting your tormentors with clenched fists.

"Jerks! You leave my friend alone right now!" she snaps at them with a ferocity that shocks even you. "You think I won't fight you? Is that it? Why don't you try me!"

Her hands suddenly flare with magical energy as the winds pick up, threatening a storm. Her face, ordinarily cheerful and sunny, suddenly goes dark. "Ooooh, you're all gonna be in big trouble if you keep this up!"

Your aggressors stammer excuses. This isn't worth it, they mutter in agreement, before quickly vacating the scene.

The winds settle, and Annette takes a deep breath to calm herself down. You've seen her get all worked up before, but never like this.

"Whew! That was a little too exciting, even for me! They didn't hurt you, did they?"

Her face brightens when you reassure her that you're fine. "Don't worry about those creeps from now on. The next time they show up, I'll handle it myself!"

Ingrid

The moment she clues into what is going on, she is filled with righteous fury. Oh, hell no. This is not happening. No way, absolutely not on her watch.

Your bullies know that they are in deep trouble the moment Ingrid marches over, crossing her arms with a look of reproach.

"Excuse me, but what gives you the right to take part in such shameful behavior?" she chides them. "You won't cut it as knights if you keep wasting everyone's time like this. If you would call yourselves students of the honored Officers' Academy, then start acting like it or pack your things!"

By the time she is done verbally tearing into your aggressors, they are begging her to relent, profuse with apologies. She continues to stare them down coldly as they make themselves scarce.

As you murmur your thanks, she gives you an encouraging smile.

"Think nothing of it - I can't stand bullies either. Lucky for us, they're all cowards. So, don't hesitate to call on me if you help, alright?"

[originalfireemblemscenarios]

Can I request cuddle headcanons for the Blue Lion males separately with female Byleth?

I already wrote some for Sylvain, even though that was reader insert I don't think much would change with Byleth. So I'm not going to add anything there.

Also I had no idea how to tag it all... Since I know only ship tags with Felix, Sylvain and Dimitri so I'm not tagging them as ships :y

In all cases though: I think we all can agree that Byleth likes to listen to heartbeats

Blue lion Boys cuddle headcanons

Byleth here is female

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd

He used to be scared of not controlling his strength... But he actually doesn't have any problems being gentle with Byleth.

Just in case though... He tends to be a little spoon when they cuddle. Jokes aside, he actually prefers it that way. It's a very comforting feeling.

He likes to at least take one of her hands "hostage" if their position allows it.

But of course he definitely loves having her in his arms as well. Although at times he'd be anxious if she's comfortable. Then again her some says everything he needs to know.

Dedue Molinaro

He does usually feel the need for cuddles but he certainly is happy to provide them when necessary.

His embrace is warm and safe. It's hard for her not to relax when he's hugging her. Hugs from Dedue are literally the best way to forget all of your day's worries.

As for spooning he has no preferences at all. Whatever would go he'd think on how happy he is to have someone like her in his life.

When he's the big spoon he thinks how although she's strong- he wants to protect her.

When he's the little one he remembers that he can rely on her to be there for him.

I know it's a lot of symbolism for just cuddling but I don't know how else I can describe it.

Felix Hugo Fraldarius

He isn't used to cuddling much. He also doesn't enjoy being still for so long... But with Byleth it's different.

Still at first he was very awkward with it. Both when it came to his desire for cuddles and how he went about asking it.

He doesn't mind being vulnerable with her. Even though he'd rather die than admit it out loud.

So even though he tends to be a big spoon he definitely loves being small one just as much.

He usually holds her tightly. Not in a way that would make her uncomfortable, he does it more in a "I'll never let you go" way.

Ashe Ubert

He usually is the one to initiate things, so whenever Byleth decides to take the lead or ask him if he'd like to cuddle he's pleasantly surprised!

When they lay down together he really likes to play with her hair. He can get a little restless so this is his way to keep his hands busy.

He often feels like he should say something, but quickly finds comfort in the silence.

When it comes to spooning he's usually the big spoon. After all Byleth is always taking the lead in her daily life, so having a break by finding comfort with your lover is a nice change.

~Mod Bernadetta