#edelgard von hresvelg x reader

[frickingnerd]

edelgard crushing on a competent airhead

pairing: edelgard von hresvelg x gn!reader

tags: fluff, minor mention of marriage

you're a rather unassuming person and edelgard never thought much about you, when she first met you at the officers academy

you were always getting lost, knocking over things, stumbling over your own feet and were as naive as they come!

though when she saw you in action for the first time, her perception of you changed!

despite how much of an airhead you were, you were also an amazing fighter!

edelgard didn't understand how someone as clumsy as you managed to last so long in battle against some of the strongest fighters the school had to offer

and over time, edelgard found out that you weren't just strong, but you were also quite smart!

sure, you couldn't pick up on social cues and often didn't get the jokes your peers told, but you always got good grades and were amongst the top of your class

edelgard knew she had to get close to you, as she knew you'd be quite useful to her

if she underestimated you, then so would the enemy, which made you a valuable asset to her!

as the war broke out, you worked closely alongside her and hubert, helping wherever you could

you were a breath of fresh air to the army, which was likely why edelgard ended up falling in love with you

she knew that once the war was won, she'd let you know! perhaps, she'd even propose to you…

[halcyon-writings]

Edelgard and Hubert with S/O's who plead with them not do to something that will get them killed. The S/O doesn't know about their plans, but they have a feeling that they are doing something dangerouse

smth abt this trope whatever the name is can be something that is so good man....

nav.

it was the odd feeling in the back of your mind that made you speak up in the first place. or at least, you had thought so, their behavior certainly did nothing to ease your concerns, being distant and feeling like they were hiding something from you.

You almost wished you were a pious type, perhaps a prayer to the goddess would help you in someway, especially as the bad feeling lingered for much longer. instead you sucked it up, and confronted them. "i know you won't tell me what's going on, and quite frankly i don't know if i'll be able to understand either. but just, be careful, okay? whatever you're doing, don't get yourself killed."

Edelgard will barely hide her surprise at your words, but just barely. a part of her feels guilty for hiding her plans from you. but she had been planning this for so long. She'll wonder if you knew anything about her plans, and if so, how much? Would you remain at her side if she told you?

The princess sees that you're waiting for any kind of response, despite the worry of your expression, you patiently wait for her to answer. To say something, anything. At least in hopes that it will dispel any concerns or suspicions. But you know better than that when it takes a moment, only slightly, to finally come up with what she hoped was appropriate.

She's tempted to tell you, truly. Trusting you enough to get as close as she did, and to even let you in too. But any potential reaction of yours still worries her greatly.

While the thoughts continue to gnaw at her, Edelgard will instead she gives a graceful smile, one you know is facetious at best. Edelgard will also take your hand (if you allow it) giving what she hopes is an assuring squeeze, "It's nothing to worry about." She'll lie.

She'll lie and pray you forgive her when the day comes that you both stand at opposing sides of the battlefield.

Hubert, to no one's shock, is able to hide his surprise to your question far more adequately than Edelgard could. As someone who's learned to school his features into cool indifference in less than a blink of an eye. His eyes meet your own, an unspoken question underneath it all.

While Edelgard might have possibly hesitated in hiding the truth of her plans to her s/o, Hubert, on the other hand, is much more ready to lie in order to aid her majesty. (Red flag alert here, get outta there bestie /lh)

Maybe he'll feel a little bit guilty about the lie, but he's one of those "for the greater good" kind of fellows, so he won't feel as guilty for it when he thinks that what they're fighting for will help the world as a whole.

If there is an inkling however, to your allegiances shifting more towards Edelgard's, then maybe that's when he'll tell you the truth. But for now, he takes your words with what Hubert's version of a smile is (the corner of his mouth lifting only slightly). "I promise you I am no reckless fool," He hopes to assure, but he knows doubt when he sees it. So a much more foolish part of himself will try to enjoy the closeness he has with you while he can, before it's ruined.

[astrae03]

Captain’s log: It’s been almost 2 hours since AO3 went down I’m not coping well to the point my introverted ass has finally decided to actually post something on tumblr for the first time; but in these dark times desperate measures must be taken. Stay strong everyone we will get through this. 🥲😭

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Hey, a while back you did a bunch of Genshingirls walking in on their S/O with a body pillow of them. Why don’t we flip the script this time? S/O walks in to see the girls (or guys!) with a body pillow of *them*!

One character I do ask for is Bernadetta.

(Genshin Impact/FE3H) Furina, Ayaka, Yae, Shenhe, Kokomi, Bernadetta, Edelgard, and Marianne with a body pillow of their S/O

The implications of someone making a body pillow of yourself is both hilarious and terrifying.

Furina's eyes go wide once the door opens, leading her to rush something underneath the blanket seeing her S/O.

(S/O) "Hey, I'm ba-...Furina?"

She has her usual smug expression as she dramatically blew a kiss to them.

(Furina) "Ah, welcome back dear! I must say you are home far earlier than I expected!"

(S/O) "Is everything alright? You're sweating a lot."

(Furina) "Ah? This? I just summoned one of my little friends to cool me off is all!"

(S/O) "On our bed?"

...

S/O walked over to them and immediately put their hand on her forehead, stunning her for a moment.

(S/O) "Your face is burning hot! Jeez, no wonder you needed them. Let's get you a change of clothes-"

(Furina) "W-WAIT!"

S/O ripped off the blanket and saw themselves on a pillow, forcing them to make sure they weren't going insane.

Furina for her part was doing her best impression of a tomato, with her two fingers awkwardly tapping the blanket and doing everything in her power to not look them in the eyes.

(S/O) "Why do you...H-How...?!"

(Furina) "L-LISTEN! YOU WEREN'T HOME AND..."

Furina began pouting as she put the blanket up to her face, probably about to explode from embarassment.

S/O was flattered at least, but...who even gave this to her?

(S/O) "Where have you been hiding this whenever I have been home?"

(Furina) "...Closet."

Her muffled voice responded.

Ayaka felt that having a body pillow of her S/O felt so...strange.

It was so weird, who even has this kind of thing of their significant other?!

But...it was not too dissimilar from keeping a picture of them, so maybe....?

Ayaka hides the pillow from everyone, and not a single soul besides her knows about it.

Whenever she was missing them, Ayaka would hold onto the pillow, counting the days until S/O could return.

...Until her door slid open.

(S/O) "Surprise! I'm here early-"

Ayaka's absolutely mortified expression speaks for itself as its inches away from a picture of S/O, pasted onto the pillow.

The two said nothing as they kept unblinking eye contact.

(Ayaka) "...Please don't tell anyone about this."

Yae commissioned an artist that she knows to put S/O onto a pillow.

There was something similar going on with Ei, which gave her this idea to begin with.

Yae put the pillow right smack in the middle of the bedroom and waited for S/O's arrival that night.

She could already imagine their reaction, but why imagine it when you can just see it?

Finally, Yae could hear the door creak open, and her smirk increased tenfold.

(S/O) "Yae, I'm home. Hm, what's that on-"

Yae bursts out laughing when S/O pauses and their face scrunches up upon seeing themselves.

Wiping away a tear from her eye, she greets S/O.

(Yae) "Is something the matter, I thought you'd appreciate me always thinking of you."

(S/O) "Why is it so well drawn?"

(Yae) "I paid someone a substantial amount of Mora to get your likeliness down well, little one.~"

She starts laughing again seeing their exasperated sighing.

Shenhe was gifted a body pillow of S/O, strangely enough by Cloud Retainer.

(Cloud Retainer) "One believes that you would appreciate a reminder of your loved one in physical form. At least, that is what the Traveler has spoken."

And Shenhe not really knowing how ANY human interaction works, took it at face value as well.

After all, Shenhe does feel that strange longing in her heart for S/O, there was at least this nice picture of them to keep her satisfied until now.

S/O eventually comes home to find Shenhe hugging the pillow of themselves in the living room, making them do a double take.

(S/O) "...Shenhe?"

(Shenhe) "S/O. It's good to see you again."

Her eyes slightly narrow.

(Shenhe) "Is something wrong? Your expression is changed."

(S/O) "Is...that a pillow of myself?"

(Shenhe) "Yes. It was a gift from master."

S/O noticed how tightly Shenhe was holding onto the pillow, before they came in, and she proceeded to hug them just as tight.

(Shenhe) "It brings...some comfort when you are not here."

S/O sighed, but gave her a smile.

(S/O) "That's touching...in a weird way."

(Shenhe) "How is a pillow of you weird?"

(S/O) "Hoo boy..."

Kokomi's body pillow of S/O: +1000 Energy

It embarrasses her to no end that the pillow actually boosts her energy.

But if she couldn't cuddle with her S/O, then there was the next best thing!

At least, that was the plan until the real one walked into her hideaway.

(S/O) "Kokomi, I brought some sna-"

She was so tired that she didn't even notice them.

Kokomi has a soft smile, hugging the pillow of them tightly as her shoulders relaxed.

S/O walked up to Kokomi, unsure to call her name again or tap her in the shoulder.

Both would equally startle her, considering.

They would have to do neither, as Kokomi opened her eyes and saw them standing in front of her.

(Kokomi) "AAAGH?! S-S/O?!"

She quickly tried to hide the body pillow behind her before giving up and sighing.

(Kokomi) "I'm...s-sorry."

S/O gave her a smile before hugging her, letting her relax into their embrace.

All the while, respectfully not looking at themselves.

(S/O) "...How long have you had that pillow, Kokomi?"

(Kokomi) "Please don't tease me about that, dear."

Okay, even Bernadetta could admit that having a pillow of her boyfriend/girlfriend was weird.

But...it brought her comfort, and no one really entered her room anyway, so who cares?

It's not like anyone was gonna see it.

She holds onto the pillow like a lifeline, sighing in content.

(Bernadetta) "Oh, Pillow S/O, thank you for bringing me comfort in my times of need..."

(S/O) "...I don't do that?"

(Bernadetta) "Of course you do! Like nothing el-"

She realized that it spoke up, and slowly turned behind her.

(S/O) "...H-Hi."

Bernadetta was completely frozen in place, eyes widened in absolute terror.

(S/O) "Please tell me you didn't get Ignatz to draw that for you-"

(Bernadetta) "I-IT WAS A GIFT, I SWEAR!"

(S/O) "I'm...not sure that's any better, sweetie..."

It was absolutely disgraceful to Edelgard to have a pillow of her S/O!

The Emperor of Adrestia needs to have more tact than...whatever the hell this was.

But at the same time...she didn't have the heart to throw it away.

She instead keeps it, but WELL out of sight of anyone that could find it.

Honestly, Edelgard would rather a thief find her gold than this pillow.

Unfortunately for her, someone worse found it.

(S/O) "Edelgard, is my clothes in the closet? I can't seem to find my jacket."

(Edelgard) "Hm? Oh yes, it should be-"

Her eyes shoot wide open as she quickly spins around, and rushes to the closet door.

She slammed it shut, giving S/O a panicked look.

(S/O) "WOAH! W-What's gotten int-"

(Edelgard) "B-BY THE EMPEROR'S DECREE, I FORBID YOU FROM OPENING THAT DOOR!"

As if on cue, the door instead fell over to the side from Edelgard's strength, and out flopped the body pillow of S/O onto the ground.

(S/O) "..."

(Edelgard) "..."

Marianne truthfully didn't even want this body pillow.

It was gifted to her by Raphael, and she couldn't say no.

The picture portraying S/O was tasteful and quite well drawn, but who keeps a picture of someone they love on a pillow?

It just felt extremely awkward, and Marianne did not want to deal with it.

She was in her room with Hilda, not sure what to do.

(Hilda) "Wow, okay that's kinda creepy. But sweet too, in a weird way!"

(Marianne) "I suppose, but it seems rude to throw it away if it's so well crafted."

(Hilda) "Iunno. Maybe hang it on a wall? It is a picture after all!"

The door to her bedroom opened, and both of them saw S/O enter.

(S/O) "Hey Mari-...Oh, Hilda! What are you doing in here?"

(Hilda) "Heya. Just trying to figure out what to do with this gift."

(S/O) "What gi-....Oh."

All three of them stared at the picture, unsure what to do.

(S/O) "Um...did you?-"

(Marianne) "I did not make this..."

(S/O) "O-Okay good..."

(Hilda) "Well whatever you guys decide to do, just don't let Claude se it!"

Marianne and S/O gave each other an awkward glance, putting it gently into their closet and deciding it'd be best to figure that out later.

They forgot about it, and Marianne gets jumpscared by the pillow of S/O sometimes.

A/N: OH MY GOOOOD IT'S SO NOSTALGIC WRITING FOR 3H AGAIN

[amphibiahawks321]

Marth : so dude what does it feel like dating edelgard? That woman is an absolute unit!

M!Reader : she may be a unit but She has the cutest reaction when she blushes!

Marth : Really?

M!Reader : Yep! Check this out

M!Reader : EDELGARD DEAR!!

[Edelgard heard the scream]

Edelgard : ???

M!Reader : I LOVE YOU SWEETY PIE!!

Edelgard : 0///////0❗❓

M!Reader : YOUR VERY ADORABLE!!

Edelgard : >/////////<

M!Reader : told you ^v^

[wxntxr-cxtrxs]

arranged marriage (Edelgard)

Assuming your marriage was arranged from birth, I imagine she begins to fall for you when you’re fairly young, most likely before the officers academy. Maybe even before she acquired her second crest. 

El is mostly indifferent to an arranged marriage. It’s not that she doesn't care, just that she is able to follow your lead. If you want to court properly, she will. If you’d rather just pretend it’s not happening, she’ll follow suit as well. 

Edelgard is probably one who has a fairly easy time falling for you despite the circumstances. She understands it’s not ideal, but her grounded and realistic nature makes her accepting of the fact that you are in her life to stay, no matter how that came to be. 

She isn't such a hopeless romantic, she knows political marriages aren't based on romance or love or desire, that this marriage is only for political benefit. 

But when she’s with you, she feels her heartbeat pound and her cheeks flush. Your smile lights up her whole day. She finds herself looking forward to the time she spends with you. You bring out a softer side of her. 

If you do decide to pursue romance with her, she’s overjoyed. As time progresses and you stay by her side, you’ll get to see a softer, less guarded side of her. 

If you decide that you aren't interested in a romance with her, she will remain at your side, even if it hurts her. She wonders why you seem so opposed to marrying her? A lack of attraction? Unhappiness with the circumstances? 

No matter what, she tries to make your life a happy one. She sees to it that all of your wants and needs are met, and that you are as happy as you can be with her. 

[shamefulsho]

𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬 || 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄♫

genre: scenario

requested: no

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pronouns: you/your

wc: 10,624

warnings: none

Edelgard

Somewhere only we know (Keane)

In spite of how busy she is, Edelgard’s love language is quality time. The second she has a break from her duty, she’ll take you away from people and responsibilities, to explore or just to drink in your presence. Her love is adventurous and cheerful, almost as to compensate for the childhood that was stolen from her. While she isn't the type to initiate kisses, she will melt if you kiss her anywhere, especially her cheeks.

On busy days, Edelgard hides away on the roof in order to make for a quick break. If you are near, she’ll send someone to fetch you, so she can have someone to lean on.

You are the only one who will be able to get under her emperor facade. She won’t have to regulate emotions or be mindful of herself. Being able to get her to trust enough that she completely lets go makes you her paradise.

While she isn't necessarily against PDA, she won't initiate because she always has a goal in mind when in front of people. If you initiate, she will become putty and forget her goal which will end up with Hubert being irritated that his plan needs to be saved or modified.

Hubert

I wanna be yours (Arctic Monekys)

On the rare occasion that you can get Hubert to love you, he loves hard, obsessively even. His very being is motivated by love, everything he does. His love language is gift giving with some acts of service. He isn't one for saying I love you, in words, but when he does, he's poetic and careful with how he does it. Almost as if you were to blink, you’d miss it entirely. However, if he were away for war and you were stuck somewhere else, his letters would contain nothing but endearments and poetic love confessions.

He’s not a huge fan of PDA but can look past linking arms or hand holding. Hubert is a decently traditional man, and he wouldn't want to lay with you sexually or not before marriage. But if you catch him in the library with no one around, he wouldn't mind letting you lean on him or wrap yourself in his arms.

Don’t be surprised to find little things you like in places you frequent. Hubert knows how busy both his and your schedules can be and how rarely they synchronize, so he leaves something to help you push through the day whenever he can. Things like a cup of water, a snack, or a damp rag to ensure you’re taking care of yourself. Everything accompanied with a black flower, of course. He especially loves when you acknowledge or thank his acts. He’s one that loves feeling useful and caring for you

Ferdinand

Until I found you (Stephen Sanchez, Em Beihold)

With loving Ferdinand, you receive a romance only spoken of in books. He absolutely spoils you as much as he can with the finest things and shows you off at every chance he can.

His love language is quality time and words of affirmation. He needs to have something with you every day or so to motivate himself. Should you drink tea with him, he’ll ensure the treats and tea are your favorite. Should you both have a free day, he’ll take you to see his territory. You make him feel alive, human even.

Though everything you do makes his cheeks flush red, he’ll absolutely melt when you verbalize your love for him. Compliment his hair, he’ll light up and compliment you in return. Praise him for his work, he’ll puff his chest with pride and smile for the rest of the day. But tell him you love him and watch his cheeks turn red, his noble facade fade, and his tongue still. He needs someone to remind him that he has worth outside his title.

Caspar

Paper Rings (Taylor Swift)

Caspar approaches his love with a passion that rivals how he feels for training. He loves taking you to train with him, no matter if you spar with him, if he carries you while running or if you sit on his back while he does push ups.

He likes giving (strange) gifts to you. Expect him to bring you random things he finds cool or reminds him of you. Screaming, he’ll run across the entire camp to show you a cool rock he found in the mess hall. When he’s forced to separate from you, he’ll make it a point to send the small things with a messenger or save them for you.

Giving him a place by your side means more to him then you realize. To love Caspar is to love him whether he is brimming with determination or anxiety. He’ll only allow you to see his moments of true weakness, when he actually lets his mind race. His future has never been guaranteed, so having you helps anchor his fears for the future.

Linhardt

Bloom (The Paper Kites)

Linhardt is one for soft, subtle love with his love languages being physical touch and acts of service. His love is like the feeling of nuzzling into you after a long day or gentle hands caressing his face. He will follow you around, no matter what you are doing. If he can lean on you, sleep on you, or touch you while you're attending to your business, he will, but if he can’t, he’ll stay a safe distance and patiently wait for you to finish.

Though, for physical touch, it’s not how you would expect. Linhardt would find comfort in smaller, simpler touches: leaning his legs against yours, his pinkie intertwined with yours, your breath brushing against his face softly. If, at some point, you decide to brush his hair, he won't brush his hair again. He’ll waddle up to you with his tired eyes and his brush and ask you to brush his hair for him.

Saying “I love you” for Linhardt are murmurs as he falls asleep or when he knows you're asleep while he’s indulging his curiosity for crests. Though he says it in other ways when you're sick or unwell. He’ll have all your work done and allow you to truly rest to repay what you do for him.

Bernadetta

Kindergarten (Chloe Moriondo)

Bernadetta loves through gifts and quality time. Most gifts she gives will be handmade gifts. She adores cute little matching sets both you and her can wear.

You're the only person she allows in her sanctuary (her room). She trusts you enough to not overthink around you which automatically makes you better than most. Her room is somewhere she can forget about the outside world’s troubles.

With dating Bernadetta, you can expect her to use you as a shield from other people, often talking from behind you. She finds fiddling with your hand or sleeve to be more comforting than her own hands or clothes. Your presence, visibly, makes her perk up. Watch her paranoid eyes soften and her cowering posture straighten when you walk into a room.

Petra

Oasis (Jasmine Thompson)

Petra, for you, will do her research on romantic gestures of Fodlan. She will ask everyone she knows, she searches books and studies them to please you and to assure herself that you feel loved. Though when you do the same for Brigid’s acts of love, she’ll become speechless and get uncharacteristically flustered.

She'll be absolutely ecstatic if you tell her you want to go with her to Brigid. She would begin teaching you the basics of the language and traditions, so you don’t feel completely lost as she did when she came to Fodlan.

Petra adores your hair with her entire being. No matter where you are or when, she absentmindedly combs her fingers through your hair or braids it. She won't realize how much she loves playing with your hair while talking to you about a topic of curiosity. When she does, expect her to invite you away to do just that.

Dorothea

Willow (Jasmine Thompson)

After being in the Opera Company and adored by many for years, Dorothea finds comfort in the little things she has left for herself. Especially in relationships, she keeps a private, not secret boundary.

At random, she will pull you close to fix your clothes, allowing her hands to linger and her fingers to softly graze. Needing something beside you, she allows herself to especially lean on you. If you hand her something, she grabs it rather slowly, allowing her hand to rest on yours momentarily.

After long, draining days, Dorothea will insist on slipping away with you. To her, it matters not what you do or talk about if you speak to begin with. Her depleted attitude will gradually recover as she absorbs your face’s creases and curves.

Her heart and mind both at ease, leaving her attractive facade at the camp. With you, she's Dorothea, not the Mystical Songstress. With you, she cares not for any stray hairs, any imperfections in her skin, and malfunctions in her wardrobe, but instead for the wind that sways around her and you, the accelerated beating of her heart, and your warm, welcoming presence.

Monica

Cloud 9 (beach bunny)

Monica’s love is unlike her admiration for Edelgard, instead it’s more slowed, believe it or not. Her infatuation is spent on Her Majesty, so when it comes to a relationship, Monica needs something that's soft and requited.

Because she rises at unreasonably early hours, Monica tends to you while you're asleep. She leaves you a cup of water and puts everything you’ll need for the day together. Beside it, a note with Monica’s uniquely curly handwriting on it, expressing her love for you.

When she returns, it will likely be after you’ve fallen asleep. Monica will quietly join you under the covers, wrapping her arms around you and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. The warmth that emits from you comforts her, nothing like the biting cold of the cell she was in.

Jeritza

Valentine (laufey)

Both Death Knight and Jeritza, even if he refuses to admit it, both adore anyone who's stronger than him. The thrill of battle plays with the Death Knight’s heart, and the possibility of death with his head. In contrast, your skills with a weapon remedies his worries and promises him someone to stay by his side.

Despite his elegance with a weapon, he’s terribly clumsy with tasks that require a steady, gentle hand. He wants nothing more than to help you when you are cooking, but the second you assign him a task, it somehow goes wrong. “Measure the flour, would you, Emile?” you tell him; almost immediately there’s a coating of flour on the table and in his hair. “Fill the pot with water, darling,” you hum; the pot suddenly slips through his hand, and the water manages to put out the fire.

He has never been one for words. If it were up to him, he wouldn't utter one more word to anyone except occasionally you or his sister. He would rather feel the warmth of your body against his, your fingers running through his unruly hair, and the soft brush of your lips against his.

After loving him for so long, Jeritza will allow you to use his real name and even prefer it over his alias. The way the syllables fall from your mouth keeps him anchored and tugs his heart strings like no other. It reminds him of his humanity and how dear you are to him.

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//Let our hearts connect through our lips// 

Fire emblem various, first kiss drabbles

Edelgard’s nerves are tempting her to retreat. Only for her pride to demand she stays and drives forward. She’s fought in battlefields with near impossible odds against her at every move, and yet... she finds you far more daunting. Not you as an individual, you as the influence you have on her. No one makes her heart stir so great, or for her to hesitate so much. She knows now is the moment, now that you’re both alone, close together as the sun starts to set. It’s when you look at her, waiting, that she finally rallies up the courage to lean across and press her lips to yours. 

You should be grateful. Grima can take as they please, knowing a life of great offerings for every whim they could have prior to being summoned to your cause. And yet they are ever patient with you, as it’s clear by how many heroes clamor for shreds of your time that your affection has some merit to it. For a human that it is. But their patience has grown thin, you’re skittish. Letting something as worthless as embarrassment get in the way when they finally seem to get close enough. “Human, come here.” Not this time, they have you to themselves. And when you do come close, you’re being pulled into their lap, a heated kiss only a starting point for the affection they plan on claiming from you. 

It should be easy, all Inigo needs to do is ask if he can kiss you. How hard could it be? He can practically tell you anything, from bad jokes which if they don’t make you laugh you at least smile, to whatever is bothering him at the time and when he does you’re always sympathetic. But as he looks between you, your lips and the vacant space behind you, he realises it is in fact quite difficult to ask you such a thing. He’s considering making a quick escape when you start to pout at him. “You know for someone who talks a big game, I’m disappointed that you haven’t asked to kiss me yet.” He sputters an excuse that he was just about to do that, you don’t seem convinced but he doesn’t let it stop him from finally asking you the question. When you say yes, he wastes no time to make his move, all his nerves from earlier spilling away as he kisses you. 

Alfonse isn’t normally so forward. It seems that whenever you’re involved impulsiveness becomes an apparent trait in him, to the point that at times his own actions surprise himself. It was coincidental running into you so late, however a moment where it’s just you and him is rare, an opportunity he quickly snatches by asking you to walk with him. You’ve both paused, noting how bright the moon is and as he stares at you, he finds that it’s light behind you has formed a halo. He’s in awe as he reaches out and presses a hand to your face, only becoming aware of his actions after he does so. A silence falls over you both, waiting for a reaction or action from the other. He decides, that since he’s already come this far, to close the gap between you, eventually causing his lips to meet against yours. 

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[frickingnerd]

haunted by our past mistakes

pairing: edelgard von hresvelg x gn!reader

summary: after the last battle, you became quiet and withdrew yourself from everyone. when edelgard confronts you, she learns about what happened...

you hadn't told edelgard about what happened during the last battle. you thought it wasn't worth mentioning to her, yet your girlfriend could see that something was eating you up from the inside. you had gotten quiet since that last battle, barely ate or left your room anymore. 

after you had skipped yet another meal with the rest of the black eagles, edelgard approached you in the comfort of your own room. 

"what's going on with you…?"

she was direct, but her voice remained calm. she didn't want you to think she was scolding you. 

"ever since the battle in fhirdiad, you've been so quiet. was it because it was your hometown or…"

"mer..cedes…"

you struggled to say her name. it was like your throat was tightening and you had to hold back tears just thinking about her. 

"she begged me not to do it… but i… i had to…"

that was all you could get out, before the tears overwhelmed you. you balled your hands into fists, leaning over and quietly sobbing. edelgard immediately stepped closer and wrapped her arms around you, in an attempt to comfort you. 

"you mean… you were the one who killed her…?"

edelgard asked carefully, only for you to nod softly and begin to sob even louder. edelgard tightened her grip on you, fearing you'd slip away from her if she didn't hold on tight. 

she had heard that a few of the blue lions, your former classmates, had been killed. but edelgard had never once thought that perhaps you had been forced to kill one of them. if she had known you'd face them, she wouldn't have deployed you for that battle. 

"i'm so sorry… you suffered all this time and i didn't notice…" edelgard gently caressed your cheek, wiping away tears that had escaped your eyes. "the burden to kill a friend… it's too heavy for one to bear by themselves. you shouldn't have to suffer like this. i should've been there, trying to find a way for her to join us. but now…"

now it was too late. but edelgard didn't need to say that out loud, you both knew. all she could do now was hold you and be there for you, while you suffered. it would take a while, but eventually the pain would get less. and while you'd never be able to forget what you had done that day, perhaps you'd be able to forgive yourself one day…

[mt-musings]

To Inherit the Night - 14

She cried in the carriage. She cried for the two days it took them to reach the city, until her eyes burned and she she had no tears left. The carriage driver never said a word, though she was sure he could hear her.

They were real tears, but usually she would have pushed them down, never would have cried in front of someone she hardly knew—now she’d use it as a pike. 

After all, she was sure the carriage driver would talk about the battered peasant girl Marquis Vestra paid to have delivered, a peasant girl who sobbed for the entire journey. And when she arrived with red-rimmed eyes and a dress that made her look even thinner than she was, the servants would whisper and soon everyone would be talking about the poor girl Marquis Vestra dragged to Enbarr. 

Hubert she would have to be careful with, but he’d spent the entirety of their time at the academy underestimating her—all she had to do was play into his preconceptions, his assumptions. 

He’d probably force her into his service, make her spy for him, assassinate rivals, pave the way for a new Adrestian Empire with blood and crushed bone. Then she could be selectively defiant, purposely incompetent as long as it was believable, just really gum up the works, all while hopefully funneling information out to her birds and by extension to the Alliance. 

Of course, that was assuming he didn’t just throw her in a cell to rot. For most people that would be a worst case sort of situation, but for her it might be best. It’d be easy for her to slip out whenever she wanted with her shadows, easy for her to case half the palace while she was at it. Even if they cast Silence on her, or put her in some sort of anti-magic cuff she’d be fine, because none of that worked on whatever it was she could do. She wasn’t eight anymore, she’d long since figured out how to break out of any bindings.

As long as he didn’t drug her unconscious and bleed her.

Then her power would drain away with her blood. 

The thought was enough to make her nauseous.

It was a possibility—Hubert was working with Arundel, after all, and he’d do anything to secure Edelgard’s victory and her blood would go a long way towards that.

Still, it was a chance she’d have to take. 

She really was a wretched thing, to know without hesitation that she would allow herself to be used for such destruction if only it saved her brother. But the world didn’t matter without him in it, wouldn’t even exist, for her, had it not been for him. 

She’d burn it all to the ground herself, if she lost him. Because she was a monster, the like of which even she didn’t yet know. 

~~~

Edelgard had warned him about his chosen course of action with the Savage Mockingbird’s lovely little dove. 

“She will not bow to the rules of your games so easily, Hubert,” she had said with a raised brow. “You would have much more luck pursuing her affection in a more traditional manner, lest she resent you.”

“I—I do not want her affection. I am simply mitigating a threat to the Empire and ensuring another ring of spies.”

“You could ensure the same without insisting on marrying her.”

“Perhaps. Though the issue of her bloodline would remain.”

“Or is it simply the fact that you can’t bear the thought of her with someone else?”

He hadn’t said anything to that, the answer plain even to himself. He’d convinced himself that he’d be fine with her hating him, as long as she was safe. Right up until her carriage pulled up outside the palace. 

She wore a simple, patched dress, half of her hair braided back from her face and tied with a ragged violet ribbon. There was a fading bruise on her jaw and and her face had sharpened in the last four years—judging from the way the fabric of her dress hung from her frame he’d guess she’d skipped more than a few meals. But she still had the same shock of white hair, the same mismatched eyes—eyes that burned with a barely concealed fury, red-rimmed from crying. 

She ignored the hand he offered to help her descend from the carriage, leaping to the cobblestone with little regard for decorum. 

She’d suffered, in the time they’d spent apart, and suffered greatly. It wasn’t unexpected, but it was hard to stomach the reality of it in front of him. 

She glared at him before turning to the carriage driver and thanking him, forcing a smile until she turned back to him, looking at him with the same sort of disgust as one might a cockroach. 

“If you have harmed a single hair on his head—“ she began, voice trembling as she spoke. 

“He is unharmed, as promised. I am true to my word, Cecily, in case you have forgotten.”

“Take me to him. I won’t agree to anything until I see him.”

“As you wish,” he said, leading her into the palace. He could practically feel her rage roiling off her, see it in every tensed muscle. He was quite sure she wished nothing more than to throttle him. 

She followed him silently through the halls of the palace, ignoring him completely as he carefully unlocked a door and held it open for her. 

Yuri sat on the narrow bed, his usual flippancy replaced with resignation.

She darted to his side as soon as Hubert opened the door. He couldn’t help but see the hopelessness in the other man’s eyes, resentment flashed his way as she threw her arms around him.

“Yuri! I’ve been so worried—“

“You shouldn’t have come, you know it’s a trap.”

“I don’t care. I could never leave you here—“

“He’s just exchanging one hostage for another. Cecily—“

“Don’t, don’t you dare. It’s my choice.”

“Cecily—“

“I won’t hear it, Yuri. Not after everything you’ve done for me.”

Hubert knew he deserved both their ire, had expected it, but he hadn’t expected the look of pure devastation that flashed across Yuri’s face as Cecily buried her face in his shoulder. He’d always been so good at schooling his expression, at keeping up his perfect little facade. It was the first time he’d seen it slip.

It was gone a moment later, replaced by loathing as his eyes flicked to Hubert’s face. 

“This is low, even for you,” he said, venom dripping from his words. Hubert stared back impassively, an art he’d mastered at an extremely young age. He felt it crack just a little as a ragged sob escaped her chest, the sound muffled by Yuri’s shoulder.

“I’ll give you ten minutes,” he said, checking his pocket watch. “Then we’ll talk terms.”

Neither of them answered him, so he stepped out into the hall, leaning against the wall. He should be listening to what they were saying, he knew, but he needed a moment to settle himself. 

He’d thought, maybe upon seeing her, that he’d realize that he’d made whatever affection he held for her larger in his head, that it was magnified by nostalgia. Or maybe he’d hoped. Instead, he found himself discomposed at the sound of her grief, a disconcerting fact considering the amount of traitors and spies he’d heard cry and beg for their lives and felt nothing but disgust. 

Having her near was dangerous, should anyone realize that she could be used against him, harmed in order to harm him. But the alternative would allow Arundel to capture her, torture her, do every awful experiment—

No, he could shoulder her ire, her hatred, her grief and hold it against his soul. He could prevent one atrocity, then, and she in turn could help him exterminate Arundel and his ilk from the face of the earth come war’s end. It was all for the greater good, for Lady Edelgard’s dream.

And perhaps a little of his own selfishness. 

He took a deep breath and turned back to the door, to the voices that had raised behind it.

“You can’t Cecily, you can’t, I won’t let you—“

“You’re not letting me do anything, it’s my choice and only my choice.”

“It’s not, it’s not, you know it’s not.”

“He said he would execute you, Yuri!”

“And you should have stayed far away! You know—you know who he’s working with, you know what they’ll do—“

“I don’t care. I don’t care, I could never leave you here, leave you here to die—“

“And what do you expect me to do? You expect me to leave and let them do whatever awful thing they have planned?”

“Yes! Yes, I do, because I can bear it. You know I can, and everyone needs you. I need you out there.”

“Do you think I need you less? You’re a damn fool—“

“Maybe I am. But it’s my choice and you won’t make me change it.”

“I’m not—I’m not writing your name in my book, Magpie, I’m not—“

“You know they don’t want me dead. Not right away.”

“There are things worse than death! What they’d done to you when I found you—“

“I survived, Yuri. I always do. Just—please understand. I have to. You’re the only family I have left. They’re not getting you, too. Please, please let me be selfish.”

Hubert pushed off from the wall, opening the door once more. They both turned to look at him, Cecily’s face slicked with tears. She’d always been so guarded with her emotions, hiding everything under a smile but now—there were breaking points for everyone.

He knew that better than most.

“I believe it’s time we ironed out the details. Cecily, if you’ll come with me,” he said stiffly, ignoring the murderous look Yuri shot him. 

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” Cecily stammered, hugging him so tightly it must have hurt. “I promise, I promise everything will be okay.”

“Cecily, please don’t. Please—“

“It’ll be okay,” she said, stepping away, smiling at Yuri even as her lip trembled She turned away before he could see the fresh wave of tears rolling down her cheeks, the way her smile crumpled as she held back a sob. Hubert stepped wordlessly into the hall, locking the door after Cecily followed. She trailed behind him, silent, her head bowed, but he could hear her uneven, stuttering breaths, hear how she tried to force them to even out, how she held them when she couldn’t, until she needed the next breath. 

He’d done that. He’d done all of that. 

They thought he was going to hand her over to Arundel, that he was going to torture and experiment on her, possibly until it killed her, and she’d still agreed. She’d come willingly, without an ounce of hesitation. 

No wonder her eyes had been red when she arrived.

He led her to his office, shutting the door behind her before crossing to his desk and pulling out a sheath of documents. He slid them across the desk towards her along with a quill and a bottle of ink, pretending not to see her surreptitiously wipe the tears from her cheeks as she tried to compose herself. 

“I don’t intend you harm, nor do I intend to allow anyone else to harm you,” he said, keeping his eyes on the documents on the desk. “But you simply cannot be allowed to continue as you have. You’ve caused me quite the headache.”

She turned towards him, her face impassive even if it was still clear she’d been crying. She approached the the desk as if expecting to be struck, eyes scanning the documents. She froze when she reached the contract, her already pale face whitening. She looked up at him with wide, frightened eyes.

“You’re joking. Tell me you’re joking and you really intend to send me to the front lines. That you intend to make me spy for you. That you intend to lock me in the dungeon and forget about me.”

“I am not.”

“W-why?”

“Isn’t marriage how most political alliances are ensured? The Empire could use the Savage Mockingbird’s network of spies and I need you to stop with your little extermination project. In return they are spared criminal prosecution and you live in relative comfort.”

She made a face, before turning back to the documents, taking a shuddering breath. She stared at it for a long moment, though he could see she wasn’t reading it.

“House Vestra has no Crest,” she said evenly.

“I am well aware,” he replied, raising a brow. She searched his face, something about her expression unreadable, though there was a flash of something that passed too quickly for him to place. Then she turned back to the contract. 

She shook as she stared at the document, biting her lip. He didn’t think she was really even seeing it, not with the way her eyes seemed to stared through it. 

“And if I sign it, if I agree, then Yuri goes free?”

“He works for the Empire, obeys Imperial commands, checks in when he’s supposed to.”

“And if he changes his mind, after? You won’t hurt him—“

“If he falls in line he’ll be well-compensated and have relative freedom. If he deserts, I will ensure he never sees you again. Otherwise you will be able to see each other at my discretion.”

She made a face, staring off into the middle distance as she seemed to war with herself over something. It was a full five minutes before she finally spoke. 

“I—I want something else, if I sign. I want Yuri to go free and I want something else.”

“And what would that be?” He asked warily. He’d expected her to contest the terms, to want to secure herself money or property or some semblance of independence. She’d never been materialistic, but he expected her to lash back at him in any way she could. And it wasn’t as if it would be that different from any other sort of noble marriage agreement. 

She pursed her lips, curling and uncurling her hands into fists, looking as though she might burst into tears again. 

“There were people in Abyss we got out before you attacked the monastery. People who had nowhere else to go. Urchins and…war-orphans. My work paid for them, and if I can’t any longer—I want you to find someplace decent for them to live, far away from Arundel’s lands. I promised those kids they’d never go hungry. My last purse won’t cover more than two months, for all of them. I—that is my price, that you bring them to safety and keep them housed and clothed and fed.”

He was taken aback for a moment, a rarity. 

He searched her face, her agonizing and fear entirely explained. What she was asking—she was handing him a pronged collar when he’d simply asked for a lead, and she knew it. 

She’d always had a soft heart. It was a terrible trait in an assassin. 

He wordlessly took the contract and added a clause that he would personally take responsibility for the denizens of Abyss as the Marquis Vestra and that he would see them housed comfortably, clothed, and fed. He turned it back for her to read. He watched her eyes flick over it, check the wording twice before she nodded.

She stared at him for a long moment, something hollow behind her eyes, before she took a deep breath and signed the bottom of the document. 

“Is that all?” she asked quietly. 

“It should be sufficient,” he replied, putting the papers back into the drawer. “I’ll see you to your chambers.”

“M-my what?”

“The chambers that you’ll stay in until we are wed.”

“Can’t I go see Yuri? We barely spoke.”

“Your next visit will be based on how cooperative you both decide to be.”

“And what exactly do I need to do to be cooperative?”

“If you do as I say and do not create a nuisance of yourself.”

She stared at him looking so utterly lost. It made his chest ache.

Still, he motioned for her to follow him, leading her through a maze of halls. Usually guest chambers would be in the eastern wing, but he had secured chambers off the Inner Gardens, near his own chambers and far, far from where Lord Arundel stayed when he came to the palace. 

He unlocked the door and stepped aside to allow her entry. It was a small suite, as far as those along the Inner Gardens went, with only a small sitting room, bath chamber, and a bedchamber, but it was the most easily protected and out of the way enough that no one had any reason to even pass by. There was a small balcony where she could enjoy the gardens, though she had no access to them, with a pair of lounge chairs on it. 

Cecily stood in the middle of the sitting room, just staring, for a long time. When she finally spoke it was barely more than a whisper.

“Am I allowed to roam the castle, or do you intend to confine me to these rooms?”

“Until the wedding you will stay here unless you accompany me somewhere at my request.”

She took a deep breath and nodded. “Will my bag be brought up?”

“I will see that it is, along with some entertainment. If you are hungry I can have the kitchens send something up, otherwise dinner will be brought at six.”

She shook her head, still looking dazed. He frowned, but didn’t press the issue. 

“There will be a guard stationed outside your door around the clock. If you should need something, knock and they shall see it fetched. Do you require anything before I take my leave? I have important business to attend to elsewhere.”

She shook her head again, shoulders curling in as she continued to stare. Hubert left without saying anything further, locking her in before flagging down a palace guard to stand watch until his own agent relieved him.

He kept a brisk pace until he reached his office and closed the door, locking it behind him. He leaned against it, squeezing his eyes shut as he pinched the bridge of his nose. 

It would have been better if she’d stayed furious with him. He wished she’d screamed at him or tried to hit him or anything besides the resigned desolation she’d met him with. 

He’d broken her. 

~~~

He’d made sure he could see her rooms from his. She kept the curtains shut tight, but he could see her sitting on the little balcony, her feet propped up on the rail. He’d been watching her off and on for over an hour since he’d retired to his study to finish his reports as he usually did in the evening. She’d originally gone out to smoke, a habit she must have picked up since he’d last seen her, and she’d just sat on the railing itself, staring up at the black sky.

The city lights blocked out all the stars. 

She’d stayed, though, after she’d finished, occasionally shifting position as she stared into the darkness. He’d thought at one point she might have been reading something, but she’d left no light on in the sitting room behind her to illuminate anything, hadn’t even bothered to light the fire.

She hadn’t eaten, either. Her dishes had returned to the kitchen untouched. 

He’d address it if it became a habit. For now he’d let her be, let her adjust as best she could. He looked up at a knock on his chamber door, tearing himself away from his voyerism. He crossed back through his sitting room to answer the door, fully annoyed at being interrupted.  He swore if it was Ferdinand—

“Do you have a moment?” Edelgard asked.

“Of course,” he said, stepping aside to let her in. “I’ll make tea.”

She nodded, crossing to sit on one of the couches in front of his coffee table, directly in front of the white pieces of his chess board. He watched her consider the pieces a moment as he made tea before resolutely making her move.

They often played as they talked, something they had begun doing as children. They were evenly matched, simply trading victories when they didn’t end in stalemate. He enjoyed it, though they had been playing so long they both knew what the other would do practically before they did it. Somewhere around Edelgard’s thirteenth birthday the whole thing had become rather mindless, something to do with their hands, an excuse to sit for an hour in quiet conversation, conversation no one would expect was plotting revolution. 

“I heard Cecily arrived,” Edelgard said as he set the tea service down. He considered the board a moment before making his move and turning back to the service to make her cup—a splash of milk and far too much sugar. 

“She did,” he said, setting it by her elbow as she countered his pawn.

“And?” she asked pointedly. “What happened? How is she?”

“Half starved to death and covered in bruises. She agreed to the terms without a fight.”

Edelgard furrowed her brows. “That seems odd, considering her reaction in the Tomb.”

“She’d come under the assumption that I planned to give her to your uncle for further experimentation. So I suppose marriage to myself is preferable to indefinite physical torture, though only just. She did suggest I instead throw her in a cell and allow her to starve to death.”

“You know that I didn’t mean it that way.”

“I do.”

“She’ll come around. Did you explain anything to her?”

“She could hardly look at me. I considered it cruel.”

“Well, you did hold Yuri hostage.”

“Yes, but I expected her to be furious, not—“ he broke off, shaking his head.

“Not what?”

“She was desolate. Broken.”

“You threatened to kill her brother and she assumed you meant to imprison and torture her, Hubert. I told you it was a terrible idea.”

He said nothing, pretending to concentrate on their game. He could already see he would lose. 

“Have you at least tried to explain any of it to her?”

“She will only think I’m lying. If she will listen at all.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Oh? Did you forget what she did when the Church assigned us to hunt down Sylvain’s older brother?”

Both she and Miklan had been covered in blood by the time the Professor and the rest of the class had caught up to her. She hadn’t even bothered to unsheathe her sword, instead somehow leaping on his back and clinging on as she plunged one of her tiny throwing daggers into whatever flesh she could reach, so long as it wouldn’t kill him quickly. She hadn’t stopped when he’d plunged the Lance of Ruin into her shoulder and he doubted, had the professor not dealt the decisive blow that knocked her from his back, that she would have stopped until he resembled hamburger meat or transformed into a demonic beast beneath her.

“That was entirely different.”

“Because he’d actually killed her mother, rather than just allying with her murderers?”

“Because she hated Miklan.”

He huffed a laugh, utterly devoid of humor. “I can assure you, she loathes me.”

Edelgard appeared unconvinced. “If you only explained to her the reality of it then perhaps she would realize we are all of the same heart when it comes to my uncle’s ilk.”

“I think it best if I leave her be, for now.”

“You mean to leave her in those rooms without company?”

“I’m sure she’d prefer it to mine.”

“Or the solitude will drive her to desperation.”

Hubert flicked over his king, conceding the match. Edelgard gave him a piercing look. 

“This would all be much simpler if you only admitted your affection for her and explained the danger you’re attempting to mitigate.”

“Or she’d use it as a knife to drive into my back.”

Edelgard gave him a look, brow raised. “I think she’d at least have the decency to stab you in your front. She was sweet on you, after all.”

“That was a long time ago,” he said, trying not to think of the way she used to smile at him, crooked and unrestrained, her mismatched eyes sparkling with mischief. Not the hollow, tear-stained cheeks and dead eyes of the girl he’d seen today.

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[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Edelgard, Dimitri, and Mercedes with a s/o who is always tried thought the day, either half asleep or taking a nap somewhere.

Doesn't help that when it's 3am s/o is doing literally anything but sleeping.

(FE3H) Edelgard, Dimitri, and Mercedes with a perpetually tired S/O

just like me fr

Oh lovely, now there was another person who is eternally sleepy in the Black Eagles.

But, at least this time they weren't skipping out on lectures.

Edelgard at first tries not to be overbearing and just gently nudge them in the right direction of trying to get more sleep in the night.

Of course, that does not last very long.

(Edelgard) "I somehow knew you would be in the library, S/O."

(S/O) yawn "Edelgard? Oh, hey. Has the lecture already started?"

Edelgard sighs as her expression softens a little, gently putting a hand on their shoulder.

(Edelgard) "It's nearly time for bed. If you are going to rest, you can at the very least do so in your own room."

She doesn't want to sound like a nag, but she can't help but fret over S/O, at least in private.

Sometimes, she knocks on their door when she suspects they're still not asleep on the nights she can't either.

Those sleepless nights usually result in the two having a heart to heart, and being extremely tired come morning.

But Edelgard would not trade those moments with them for anything in the world.

Dimitri can't help but chuckle at seeing S/O yawn in the morning. The sight was honestly quite cute to him.

If not a little worrying. This was the fourth day in a row they looked ready to drop dead.

(Dimitri) "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were a ghost with how ghastly you look."

(S/O) "Ugh, I feel like one..."

(Dimitri) "Then perhaps you'd like something to wake you up? I could ask Mercedes to bake you something, or have Sylvain annoy you to awakening."

(S/O) "Goddess, please don't. It is way too early to be dealing with him...I might take you up on asking Mercedes, though."

He usually brings coffee or some kind of tea to help keep S/O up, or something to let them sleep late at night.

Dimitri trusts them enough to be responsible enough to know when it was time to sleep or not, but he has on occasion found them still awake at midnight.

(Dimitri) "S/O? What is that racket!?"

(S/O) "I needed to clean my room up, it's a little too messy in here."

(Dimitri) "In the dead of night?"

(S/O) "...It's not that late is it?"

(Dimitri) "Late enough that someone else other than me might come and make a noise complaint..."

(S/O) "Well, while you're here, can you lift my bed real quick? I need to grab something, and then I promise to sleep."

S/O was still full of energy, that was either a lie, or they'd sleep during lecture after trying and failing.

(Dimitri) sigh "Alright, please move aside."

Mercedes is probably the best solution for S/O's sleepy tendencies.

That, or she might accidentally make it worse.

Due to her usually calming demanour, S/O feels ten times as sleepy whenever they're together.

Mercedes doesn't particularly mind, since Annette feels the same way too.

In the morning, Mercedes has some sweets that she baked for them to help wake them up.

And if they needed to sleep? She'd happily let them rest their head on her lap.

(Mercedes) "Oh, I know! What if I tell you some of the ghost stories I know to keep you up?"

(S/O) "I-I think I'll pass on that one. The last story you told me, I couldn't keep my eyes closed for hours..."

(Mercedes) "Hm...Well, I'm glad I do such a good job of telling them at least! But I wish that didn't come at a cost of your sleep schedule."

(S/O) "I mean, it wasn't exactly great to begin with."

(Mercedes) "And it's too late to bake any sweets...Oh, I could make you something spicy!"

(S/O) "...Y-You mean you're going to cook?"

(Mercedes) "I'm still trying to learn from Ashe, but I think I could make something great for the both of us!"

Suddenly, S/O became far more alert.

(S/O) "I-I think I'm full for right now, Mercedes! And I'm feeling really awake talking to you too!"

Mercedes looked slightly disappointed before S/O sighed internally.

(S/O) The things I do for love... "...But I wouldn't mind trying at least little!"

Her expression brightened at their response.

(Mercedes) "Really? Okay, let's head to the mess hall!"

(S/O) Goddess be with me...

[misscoolisback123]

I have a Beauty and the Beast Headcanon for a Dimigard x reader story based on the comment I saw about their ship on a reddit thread. This person said that their ship is the best and refined. It really is the best Fire Emblem ship! The only one I can see being refined in the readers' relationship with Dimitri and Edelgard as beasts would be Edelgard. But the reader will say that both of them were mean, coarse, and unrefined as per the song. But both Dimitri and Edelgard will both be refined later on in their relationship with the reader. My other Headcanon for this is that they will truly love each other but will hold no love for anyone else. In order to break the spell, they will both have to find someone that they can both love in the same way that they love each other. This is where you come in, obviously. Ferdinand will be Gaston. I also want to base the Headcanon on the original fairytale so you'll have two sisters. They will be Marianne and Bernadetta. Your father will be Hanneman. This will be based on both the original fairytale and the Disney version.

[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

Can you please write Yandere Dimitri from fire Emblem forcing Edelgard’s sister to marry him after he won the war.

Ok I'm having a little too much fun with this idea. Would have finished this sooner but I got sick then as soon as I recovered I got back pains and was pretty much bed bound for a few days. Feeling so much better now though.

Chapter one is just mainly setting the plot.

Eagle under the lion's paw Pt 1

(Yandere Dimitri Blaiddyd X female reader)

The last thing you could remember was being taken underneath the castle you and your siblings called home. you were told that it wasn't safe outside so you had all been brought to the basement. You held your sister Edelgard's hand tightly as only a small candle dimly lit the room and the muttering amongst your siblings grew.

You woke up in the middle of a farm, luckily the owners were nice enough to offer you a place to stay when they found you. You felt strange as you walked back with them, like your body was not your own. They took you in and allowed you to bathe. You looked at yourself in the mirror and were shocked. You were older, a young adult at this point. You nearly fainted from the shock but were able to catch yourself on a bench before you fell. Even as you scrubbed all the mud off of you you cringed, it felt so wrong to be in this body. How could this have happened? You desperately raked your mind for a clue but you couldn't remember anything after being left in that room.

After you had bathed the farmers had offered you dinner and asked you questions.

"What is your name dear?" The lady asked.

"It's (Y/n) von Hresvelg" you replied. The couple's eyes widened before they began to whisper. You couldn't quite make out what they said to one another.

"You are a member of the Adrestian empire's royal family? I thought the only child of the emperor was Edelgard" she said in what you assumed was a sceptical tone. Edelgard was the only child? No, that wasn't true. What about all of your other brothers and sisters? before you even had the chance to figure out how to respond there was a knock on the door. The man got up and answered the door.

"My apologies for interrupting but I heard my Niece was spotted around here. Do you perhaps have an idea as to where she might be?" a familiar voice asked. It was your uncle's.

You stood up and made your way to the door and he was indeed there.

"There you are" he said, his voice unusually cold. The man moved out of the way so that you could join him. Your uncle did not look a day older than when you had last seen him.

"Thank you for caring for her" he thanked the couple, however his voice held very little gratitude.

"Now we should be leaving" he said as he held your wrist. It struck you as strange, he held your wrist with authority. Very unlike him.

"Thank you for the hospitality" you thanked them before you left. He took you to a carriage and you entered.

"What's happened?" You ask him as soon as he enters.

"What do you mean (Y/n)?" He asked you. Almost cluelessly.

"I can't remember anything after I was seven, I have no clue what's going on" you explained.

"Strange… I was told your carriage was attacked by bandits as you were on your way to the officers academy, perhaps you sustained a head injury that left you with memory loss during the attack" he explained.

"What about my siblings? The couple told me that Edelgard was the only child of the empire" you asked.

"There was a riot in the empire many years back, you and Edelgard were the only survivors out of your siblings after that attack" he explained. It broke your heart when you heard his explanation. Tears trickled down your face. You hadn't been as close to your other siblings as you had with Edelgard but still it hurt to hear they were gone. You expected your uncle to at least offer you some sympathy like he usually did but he just sat there.

"We'll be at the officers academy later tonight. Tomorrow you'll be attending your first class, I'm sure that Edelgard will be overjoyed to know you're safe"

When you had arrived you were quickly guided to your dorm as your uncle explained the situation to the professor. While you walked to your room you noticed a white haired woman staring at you. She seemed familiar, almost friendly if it weren't for her scrutinising gaze. You tried to pay her no mind as you continued your way to the room.

You didn't even unpack, you just laid in bed and thought about what your uncle said. You were sceptical, he was a completely different person, he used to be so caring. You remember when he had taken you and Edelgard to Fargus. You had been very ill at the time and he'd spent all the time he could to comfort you but now after a supposed attack he didn't even ask you if you were alright.

You stayed up for hours tossing around in bed. Unable to sleep with your head filled the brim with questions.

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That morning you had gotten ready as quickly as possible and made your way to class. Most of the class had already arrived and their gaze was on you.

"Hey it's the new girl!" a blue haired boy shouted and the green haired boy next to him turned his head to look at you while still resting his head on his hand.

"Can you lower your volume Casper, the whole school probably heard you" he responded lethargically to the boy beside him.

You turned to the left and saw that white haired woman from last night at the bookshelf. She noticed you and that stony gaze returned.

"So what's your name?" A feminine voice asked. You turned to see a brunette lady. You jumped a little at how close she was to you.

"Aww I'm sorry, I didn't want to scare you" she apologised as she took a step back.

"No I'm sorry, I should have noticed you sooner" you apologised.

"So what's your name?" She repeated.

"(Y/n) von Hresvelg" you told her and she gasped.

"Edie, you never told us you had a sister!" She exclaimed as she addressed the white haired lady. She looked at you like you were a ghost, and you assumed you held a similar expression to her.

"Edel" you muttered as you stared back at her. You should have realised sooner it was her but that hair, why was her hair white? Everything was getting stranger by the second.

"You look at eachother like this is a reunion after being away from each other for so long"

"It is" Edelgard spoke in a voice that was stern and held no love. It made you want to cry. She was the older sister who had always stood up for you and made sure you were safe. She would help you when you fell and let you sleep in her bed whenever you had nightmares. She was your protective older sister. What happened to make her reaction to you filled with such disdain? You didn't want to bring it up now for who knows what this issue was an what drama it would stir.

Soon a lady, elegant yet somewhat unkempt, entered the class.

"I see you're getting to know our new student, (Y/n)" she commented as she made her way to the podium.

"Please be accommodating to her, I've been informed she has some memory issues following an injury she sustained" she notified the class as the few who were standing quickly got into their seats.

You followed suit and sat down to before the class started.

You eagerly took notes but you couldn't help but notice the occasional glances both Edelgard and an ebony haired man shot at you. Why were they continuously looking at you like you were going to do something?

When class ended you decided to try and talk to Edelgard. You followed her as she left but was quickly stopped by the man who had been staring at you earlier.

"What do you intend to do?" he asked you with venom dripping off of his words.

"I want to talk to Edelgard" you explained, you attempted to pass him but he grabbed you by the wrist.

"I cannot allow that," he replied.

"So I'm not allowed to talk to my sister? I don't understand why I can't" you said as you pulled your hand out of his grip.

"Tell me, why can't I?" you continued.

"My job is to protect her highness at all cost" he replied, not really giving you a proper answer. It hurt like a knife to be told you weren't even allowed to talk to your own sister who you loved and adored and the way he looked at you with those eyes made you feel like you were a horrible person. What did you do to deserve such treatment? To be identified as a threat to your own sister.

You couldn't take it anymore. You turned away.

"I understand the concern for my sister…" you just sniffled, holding in your tears before walking the other way. You didn't know where you were going, you just walked you ended up in what you assumed was the training ground. Your eyes fell onto a blonde haired man wielding a lance with ease. You stood and watched him. His movements had you in a trance.

'If only I could wield a lance like that' you thought to yourself. Perhaps that's what you'd do. Professor Manuela had informed you that the students of the academy participated in monthly missions where students would fight alongside the knights of Seiros. So it was best if you learnt how to wield a weapon soon.

You took mental notes on how he manoeuvred. Perhaps tomorrow you'd come back and train.

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The next day was much the same as before. You had questions thrown your way about being a Hresvelg. Still Edelgard and the ebony man who's name was Hubert watched you closely. The brunette yesterday who'd introduced herself as Dorathea sat next to you and chatted with you during breaks. She was a former opera singer from the mittlefrank opera company. She reminded you of your oldest sister Karoline, she had been fair and loved to sing.

"I don't understand why Edelgard is avoiding me" you sighed. You'd already explained your memory dilemma to her and she'd been very supportive. Offering you any help you'd need.

"Edie's probably just in shock. I'm sure you two will be comfortable with each other again, maybe just do your own thing. You're both still in each other's presence, she'll see you living your life and she'll have to start talking to you again" she explained.

"It's much the same with adoring men" she commented.

Maybe she was right, you should try and be independent. Just give Edelgard some time.

"That sounds like a good idea" you replied.

"So do you want to have some afternoon tea after class?" She asked.

"I was actually planning on going to the training ground for a bit, since I'll have to be ready for whatever this month's mission is but I'd be happy to have dinner with you at the dining hall" you replied.

"Understandable, dinner sounds great thought" replied with a smile.

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When class ended you grabbed your things and put them back in your room before making your way to the training ground. You made your way to a stand that held all the training lances and grabbed one, to your surprise they were a bit heavier than you thought. You stood in one spot and attempted to swing it around, you struggled a fair bit, nearly falling in the process. You wondered how that man yesterday made it look so easy.

You got lost in your thoughts, trying to figure out how to use the lance. Not noticing that the blonde haired man approached you.

"Try putting your right foot back a little more" he suggested, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Oh, thank you" you thanked as you repositioned yourself like he suggested.

"Is this your first time wielding a lance? I'd be more than willing to teach you" he offered.

"Thank you…" you replied.

"Dimitri" he said.

"Yes, thank you Dimitri" you said with a nod.

"It is no problem, I assumed you'd be here trying out a lance after yesterday" he said.

"You saw me?" You muttered. Rather flustered.

"There's nothing wrong with watching me spar, I'm flattered to have inspired you to try it out" he reassured you.

"Bend your knees and try to swing now" he said as he took a few steps back.

You followed his instruction before swinging the lance. His advice helped, you didn't feel like you were going to lose your balance, yet something still felt off.

"Did that help?" He asked.

"It did but something still feels off" you replied. His blue eyes inspected you as he walked back to you.

"Try moving this hand closer to the head" he told you as he tapped on your dominant hand and moved his finger to the new spot.

Again you followed his instruction and he gave you room to swing again. This time it felt much easier.

"That was an excellent swing, with some more practice I'm sure you'll wield a lance with no issue" he praised you.

"Thank you Dimitri" you thanked him.

"Could you teach me some more? Only if you're willing to of course" you asked him.

"Of course, I believe training together would benefit us both���" he replied. He paused for a second before speaking again.

"Forgive my rudeness, It slipped my mind to even ask your name" he apologised.

"It's fine, my name is (y/n)" you replied as you held out your hand to shake his. You didn't want to share your last name as it had only caused you drama since attending.

"You are Edelgard's sister?" He asked as he took your hand and shook it.

"Ah you already know" a sliver of disappointment escaped your mouth.

"Word travels fast around the monastery," he replied.

"It is a near impossible feat to keep a secret here" continued.

[fucked-up-character-tournament]

Tentative list of characters!

1. Siyun Baek, Dreaming Freedom:

2. Juhyeon, Dreaming Freedom:

3. Khalid, From a Knight to a Lady:

4. “hikaru" from the summer hikaru died.

5. komaeda, danganronpa:

6. Dagmar from Disenchantment -

7. Zylith, Freaking Romance:

8. Morae Baek, I Don’t Want This Kind of Hero:

9. Fiona Frost, Spy X Family:

10. Der Tod, Elisabeth:

11. Ijin Yu. Teenage Mercenary.

12. Fu Shenxing, Who is the Prey:

13. Cutthroat from Akudama Drive:

14. Damon Gant from Ace Attorney:

15. godot from ace attorney.

16. Atsushi Nakajima from Bungo Stray Dogs.

17. Ken Kaneki from Tokyo Ghoul.

18. Hidan from naruto!

19. Nagisa Kaworu from Neon Genesis Evangelion.

20. Joshua Kiryu from The World Ends With You,

21. Tomura Shigaraki, BNHA,

22. Qifrey from Witch Hat Atelier

23. Gojo Satoru from Jujutsu Kaisen

24. Killua Zoldyck from Hunter X Hunter

25. Nikolai Gogol from Bungou Stray Dogs

26. Akio Ohtori from Revolutionary Girl Utena:

27. Some Rabbid from Rayman Raving Rabbids.

28. Tooru Mutsuki from Tokyo Ghoul.

29. Hoshiumi Kourai, Haikyuu

30. Allegro from Vampire in the Garden.

31. Pina, Beastars.

32. Henry from Fire Emblem.

33. Sephiroth from Final Fantasy VII series.

34. Edelgard von Hresvelg from Fire Emblem.

35. Divus Crewel from Twisted Wonderland.

36. Sky Kids from Sky: Children of the Light.

37. Charlotte Wiltshire from Hello Charlotte (video game series)

38. Kim Namwoon from omniscient reader's viewpoint,

39. Mammon Obey Me!

40. Quercus Alba from Ace Attorney Investigations.

41. Kyubey from Madoka Magica:

42. Shinya Banba from Akuma no Riddle:

43. Yukako Yamagishi from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Diamond is Unbreakable.

44. Enrico Pucci from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure: Stone Ocean.

45. Sukone Tei, VIPPERloid.

46. Cecil Palmer from Welcome to Night Vale,

47. Lysithea von Ordelia from fire emblem three houses.

48. Ursula - The Little Mermaid -

49. Shogo Makishima from PSYCHOPASS.

50. Enoch Drebber from The Great Ace Attorney 2.

51. Ayame Sohma, Fruits Basket:

52. Yashiro nene

53. Muraki Kazukata (Yami no Matsuei/Descendants of Darkness)

54. Brook (I’m the Grim Reaper)

55. Dr Frost

56. Reinhart (I Failed To Oust the Villain)

57. The Sandman from The Sandman (Uri/RPGMaker).

58. Sal (Wadanohara)

59. Kanna kamui from Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid.

60. Ice King from Adventure Time.

61. Jiraiya from Naruto.

62. Dash X from Eerie Indiana:

63. griffith of berserk.

64. Noi, Dorohedoro