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Hello! I would like to request F!Reader x Felix

It is the Winter Ball. One of them is weary of the dancing, the crowds and the merriment and decides to take refuge in the Training Grounds - only to find that the other had the exact same idea. They decide to do something that's more fun than dancing - a sparring match. Bonus points if reader is wearing a fancy gown the whole time.

Whenever your time allows - thank you in advance!

You are very welcome, and I would like to thank you for being respectful of my time.

I seem to be on a roll with these longer stories. I don't know why - more ideas just keep pouring into my head, and of course I want to do every conflict justice.

Thank you for giving me freedom with perspective! I wanted to write something from the view of Felix since I had yet to truly write for him.

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

You stood by yourself on the sidelines of the great hall, your purple dress sparkling against the downward lighting of the chandeliers. There was nothing particularly interesting about you right now; you simply surveyed the dancers on the checkered floor. Dimitri led Mercedes through an elegant twirl, Ingrid talked Ashe through the steps of the waltz, Annette and Sylvain engaged in a heated discussion over something that probably wouldn’t matter in about fifteen minutes…

…and Felix was staring at you.

The swordsman had refused to do any more than the bare minimum for the ball. That meant that despite his suit - one required by the Archbishop’s insipid dress code - his hair remained up off his neck, and his back pressed against the wall.

Dorothea had been making eyes at him from across the room for the past three minutes now. Felix told himself that was the reason he kept staring at you. If he and the songstress never made eye contact, she wouldn’t do anything stupid. Besides, she didn’t seem interested in asking anyone to dance; the brunette would only be accepting such invitations tonight.

Why the hell did he even care?

He didn’t, but he followed your line of sight to Dimitri. The boar switched partners to lead Hilda around the floor, an exchange initiated by the up-tempo of the cello and Mercedes’ apparent request for a break.

Why the hell did you even care?

…did you-?

“Jeez Felix, you’re so obvious.”

Sylvain.

“Trying to find the courage to ask her to dance?” the redhead teased. “I could help you out, you know. I’ve heard I’m an excellent wingman.”

“Do I look like I’m interested in moving right now? And since when have you ever helped anyone but yourself?”

“Ouch. I mean, you’re certainly not helping yourself- your suit coat will get wrinkled if you keep leaning against the wall like that.”

“As if I care!” Felix pushed off the wall to contest Sylvain at his full height. He did care. “There’s no point in this - we shouldn’t even be having a ball right now.”

“No- No- No- Hey look, no sweat, okay?” Sylvain verbally backpedaled, putting an arm around his friend’s shoulder to guide him toward the refreshments. Subtly, he ran his hand along the wrinkles of his coat to smooth them out as they walked, “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but soirées like these don’t happen very often.”

“So?”

“So, you have just as good a reason to be here as everyone else in this room. You can wait however long you want before asking anyone you want to dance, but it’s pretty frowned upon to return to a party once you leave, you know?”

The heir of Gautier knew him too well. Nonetheless, he did make a good point. There was no need to rush to be flustered - he probably had an hour before the final dance of the night.

A drink found his hand, and the two nobles took up a space several paces away from the table. Felix couldn’t stop his eyes from searching for your shimmering gown.

You were still standing alone, still watching the dancers.

At least your eyes weren’t fixed on the boar this time. The son of Count Gloucester glided a blue-haired lady across the floor, her dress trumpeting as he gracefully led her back and forth. Your attention followed their sweeping motions.

Maybe you really did just want to dance.

His classmate’s hand came to rest on his shoulder again, “I’m just saying, you hate to see it, Felix. A beautiful girl like that, standing all by herself. You better make a move before someone else does - or before I take too much pity on her and ask her myself.”

He had called you a girl, “Stay away from her.”

“I’ll put in a good word for you, kay?”

But he headed the opposite direction. The bluenette watched him connect with a pouting Dorothea, immediately starting some banter he was sure he couldn’t care less about.

Felix found himself growing impatient, despite everything his friend said moments ago. If he was going to do this, he might as well get it over with now. That way the two of you would either get as much time as possible to spend together, or he could end his attendance at this event because the one reason for which he cared to stay wanted nothing to do with him.

Only, there was no place to put his drink.

Since you were standing by the southern entrance, and he loitered near the drinks at the western wall, you could see him out of your peripheral. That meant you could catch him too easily if he were to look at you again. Not that it wasn’t already considered rude to stare.

Taking a sip of the cool, vanilla drink, his mind began to think it through a bit. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing to make eye contact. It would give him an excuse to approach you.

And another thing - although you hadn’t been alone the whole ball, you hadn’t been approached by any men, either. Even working to put his bias out of the way, you were objectively attractive. It didn’t-

Goddess, and you belonged to a house in the kingdom, too. A young, available, attractive noblewoman standing by herself at - judging the crowd - the largest social event of the season.

A mumbled ‘What the hell…?’ parted his lips as he surveyed the room again. He might actually understand Sylvain, for once. Logically, this whole scenario didn’t connect.

Finally finishing his drink and handing off the glass, he found it in himself to turn to face you.

You were not there.

His heart skipped a beat before his gaze scanned the dance floor for your dress, your hair, anything. Upon coming up empty, his mind shoved one thought to the front of his mind.

You left the ball.

Again, why? There were too many important people here for you to just up and leave. You hadn’t tried to mingle this whole time, content with simply watching everyone else twirl about the floor. Then, the moment he became too preoccupied with his drink and with Sylvain to pay attention, you vanished.

In light of recent events, it looked like Felix was about to copy you.

With no further reason to stay, he tried not to make a show of striding to the southern entrance. The last thing he wanted was for someone to chase him out or call him back in, especially if that person had red hair or…or connections to the Mittelfrank Opera Company.

His feet instinctively wound the path to the training grounds. He needed to blow off some steam and get out of his head so he could get some proper rest tonight. Even so, if his mind wouldn’t relent, he would work his body so hard that he’d sleep as soon as he finished bathing himself.

Music trailed him, but it couldn’t compete with the creak of the doors to the training grounds. Once the door shut behind him, Felix was well and truly alone. The notes of the orchestral violins couldn’t penetrate the thick wood and metal, and no one else had any reason to come here tonight.

Still, his actions quickly caught up with him. What was he doing here? Why did it feel like he was running away?

Get a grip.

He wasn’t running away, he just wasn’t wasting time, either. Heading to the rack, Felix grabbed a steel sword. It didn’t matter which one, so long as it was heavy.

The sand of the center pit caved beneath his feet. There was no need for a training dummy to warm up. Routinely, Felix swung the sword over his head. His arms needed to be steady even while his attacks retained momentum and strength.

…10…11…12…

Any time a thought of the ball wormed its way into his head, Felix would shove it out. No point in dwelling on his failure to act - the two of you were far too young for anything serious to happen. No need to worry about Sylvain finding you - after what he said earlier, there was no way he would leave all the other ladies in that room for the one he knew Felix was interested in. He knew Sylvain that well, at least.

…57…58…59…

Why the hell wasn’t this working? Usually he could focus on this. This one thing that belonged to him, that he had done endlessly before that insufferable ball, and that he would continue to endlessly pursue after it. His training should belong to him! This was supposed to be how he grounded himself.

Felix was having a very difficult nig-

The doors to the entrance groaned, a delicate piano solo floating in through the opening as the moonlight guided a figure into the facility.

Upon recognition of the shimmer of your gown, the swordsman lowered the weapon from above his head.

…82…?

Thoughtful of the ongoing formal, you pivoted around the door, slowly and mindfully closing it in an apparent attempt to make as little noise as possible. Finally, you exhaled and turned to the center of the grounds.

“Oh- I- Sorry! Sorry, I’ll go.”

But your eyes hadn’t adjusted to the light of the torches from the darkness outside, so your eyelashes fluttered as you reached past the door.

“No need,” Felix frowned. “You chose to come here, I don’t own the place.”

“Wait, Felix?” you marveled, turning back around only to blink against the light again. “I didn’t recognize you. I thought you were someone on maintenance.”

What. “What kind of maintenance staff wears a suit?”

“I didn’t get a good look, okay?” you defended, your eyes finally staying open and guiding you to where he currently stood.

Being this close to you now…it felt strange. Your makeup had been expertly applied, supposedly with help from Mercedes and Annette, the tailoring of your dress was much more obvious…

“But why are you here? You’re dressed for the ball, and I remember seeing you when I walked in.”

“You first,” he countered. “What did you think you were going to accomplish here in an evening gown?”

That caught you off guard. Your eyes found a spot on the ground beside you before trailing to the wall.

“I don’t know. I didn’t really have a plan. I’m not even sure why I’m here - I just feel like I’m supposed to be.”

His eyes narrowed, “What, are you trying to trick me into thinking this was fated or something?”

Your gaze drew back to him, confusion etched across your face.

“What?”

“Sylvain must have said something to you then, is that it?”

But you only looked more lost than you did before, “I’m sorry, I don’t follow. Sylvain and I haven’t spoken since…” your line of sight shifted above his head and slightly to the side, “…two days ago…? Professor Byleth puts us on stable duty every few days.”

The bluenette’s knuckles turned white as he clenched the hilt of his sword. Sylvain never said anything about this. Felix had no clue you were spending so much time together.

“Forget it,” he insisted, “you’re here, so we might as well do something productive. Spar with me.”

“In an evening gown? You practically said it yourself, I can’t do anything wearing this.”

Goddess save him, he did not know how to handle this situation. In terms of guiding the conversation, he did not think this through. There didn't seem to be a way for him to keep changing the subject or coming up with an idea for you to stay here, either.

All his defense mechanisms were failing, and he was becoming frustrated.

“Okay, your turn,” you crossed your arms, saving him for a moment. “Why did you leave the ball to come here?”

“There wasn’t a reason for me to stay, anymore.”

Some of the light in your eyes dimmed, just enough for him to catch it happening. Just enough to make him wonder why.

“Hang on,” he recovered, “you know I left to come here.”

“That’s not a question,” you affirmed.

“But you didn’t leave to come here. So why weren’t you at the ball?”

Your brows furrowed slightly, “I was at the ball-“

“No, you left before I did,” he asserted. “What were you doing in the time before you arrived here?”

Perhaps he was revealing too much. It shouldn’t matter anyway, and a normal person wouldn’t care this much. Even so, if you wanted to say you were just “called to be here”, he could reasonably contest that any information was up for grabs.

The way you stared at him had a way of making his neck warm. It was like you thought the answers were hidden in his eyes, your gaze focused as you supposedly retraced your night.

“Well, I did leave the ball for a little bit…” you recalled slowly.

After allowing you a moment, he pressed a bit, “Why?”

“Oh- Well, um…I needed to use the ladies’ room? At least, that’s the only other time I can remember leaving.”

The ladies’ room…?

Goddess, he was such a fool.

It was his turn to turn his head to the side, “I see.”

If his eyes could have burned the sand, the whole pit would be glass right now. 

His thoughts were quickly interrupted. Out of the corner of his eye, Felix noticed you slipping off your shoes.

“What are you doing?”

“Well,” you started, kicking the raised flats to the side before picking up a training lance from where someone had discarded it, “this dress doesn’t have sleeves, and I figured that if I took my shoes off, it would be easier to move. The slit up my leg should keep me mobile enough, so long as I don’t have to run.”

Damn, you were actually going to do this.

You lowered into a fighting stance upon returning to the pit opposite him. A smile lighting up your face.

“The sand feels so weird. It makes me wonder if this is what the beach feels like.”

But the two of you lived in Faerghus your whole lives, so he couldn’t tell you.

“Don’t think I’ll go easy on you just because you’re dressed differently.”

“Right, then let’s get started.”

You looked prepared to assume the defensive position; a smart move, considering that too much movement might mean you would slip on the long fabric of your clothing.

Felix far from opposed. He was used to being the offense, anyway.

Placing one foot in front of the other, he crossed the grounds and held his sword up to strike. Quick and easy - the point would go to him before you could even-

Your eyes widened, “Felix, wait! Don’t-!”

He hadn’t registered your words fast enough to stop himself. Intuitively, you held your lance up to defend yourself, and that’s when Felix realized what you were so worried about.

The weapon he was using wasn’t meant for sparring.

Breaking above your head, the wooden pole of your lance gave in. Felix stumbled forward, fighting for his balance as you rolled to the side in an attempt to protect your head.

He hissed, cursing himself for making such an amateur (and deadly) mistake, “Damn, my bad.”

“Goddess,” he heard you breathe, your eyes wide from your position on the ground, “I thought I was about to die.”

That was a thought. His eagerness to train and avoid an awkward encounter with you nearly...well, it wouldn’t have been pretty.

Leaving you to get yourself up, he moved to trade the steel sword for a wooden one. The noble also elected to take off his blazer and leave it behind, giving his arms better range of motion.

Turning back around, he noticed you were still struggling to rise to your feet.

“Seriously? It can’t be that hard.”

But just watching you made him want to take it back. The sand had become uneven from when you dodged toward the ground, and your dress kept finding its way under your feet whenever you tried to stand. Whenever you pooled the fabric out of the way in one area, it only gathered in another to slide under you. Not to mention that after so much struggle, the yellow grains were all over your skin and gown. It looked uncomfortable, at best.

Frowning, Felix approached, “Hang on.”

With your consent, he placed his hands at your waist and lifted you to the point you could stand again. You thanked him, a light flush on your cheeks that he tried not to think too hard about.

“I’d say that was embarrassing,” you started, “but considering I very nearly earned a trip to Manuela a moment ago, I don’t think I should care.”

“Sorry about that.”

“Nothing bad came of it, so I don’t mind. Still, you should work on your etiquette.”

The swordsman raised a brow, “Excuse me?”

“You left me to fend for myself in the sand for two minutes while you went to exchange your sword and take off your coat. It’s like I’m not even here,” you teased, approaching the training racks. “And then not only did you prioritize your sword over helping me, but you couldn’t even grab me a new lance.”

“I’m here to fight, nothing else. If you have a problem with that, no one’s forcing you to stay.”

In all fairness, you were right. He was too wrapped up in being with you to register that he was about to hurt you, and then he was too worried about how he almost hurt you to remember to help you back up again.

Why was he so bad at this?

Thankfully, you seemed to ignore the more bitter parts of his previous statement and took it for what it was - a proposition to rematch.

You found your places opposite one another, preparing for a genuine spar. Felix watched you sink into your defensive position again, nodding to confirm you were ready. 

This time when he charged, his sword remained in a lower position. He wanted to slice upwards, reading your potential roll to the side while still being ready to follow up swiftly.

The moment he brought the sword up into you, you pivoted and thrust the lance forward. It would have technically impaled him, but you were courteous enough (and skilled enough) to angle the weapon so it slid against his side instead.

Felix halted the momentum of his arms, bringing them down slowly and preventing the hit he would have landed on you.

“That one goes to you.”

Switching sides with you, the second son ran his hand along his side. A warmup, nothing more. You wouldn’t go down easy, and neither would he.

You were once again prepared, and Felix signaled that the second round had begun, but he did not rush forward. If you wanted to hit him, you would need to put yourself at risk.

It didn’t take long for you to catch on, though you make a point to approach at a casual walk.

“Are you serious?”

“Are you? You think I’m foolish enough to run at you after I couldn’t stand on my own? If you wanted to go fast, you should have taken up offense again.”

Once you were close enough, you suddenly lunged twice and brought your lance down and across his body. Felix lept back before charging forward, but you came in with a block.

You held strong against his resistance, but your feet couldn’t find a proper stance thanks to your limited range of motion. He probably had your fear of slipping on the fabric again to thank, as well.

Deliberately, Felix stepped on your dress.

A gasp parted your lips as the heels of your feet slid forward. You fell backward only for Felix to step forward and catch you, one arm around your back, one hand holding his sword to your throat.

“Th-that’s not fair, and you know it,” you protested, breaths quickened from the adrenaline of almost falling.

“You chose to come fight in this. You think your opponent is going to care how you’re dressed?”

After a moment, you relented, “Fine, you win this one.”

Usually, Felix would be okay with the “whatever means necessary” ideology. When it came to you, however, it only worried him. Did he really need you to have a disadvantage for him to win?

He lowered you to the ground before picking you up again, presuming you would take longer to regain your footing if he left you on the sand. You were set upright on your feet at the solid edge of the pit.

As he reached the other side of the sands, he noted that you still looked bitter - probably about the last point. Perhaps that could work in his favor.

However, even after several seconds, the emotion in your eyes didn’t go away. You appeared almost…insulted?

In the back of his mind, he retraced his steps. You yielded the point how you normally would, and you weren’t a sore loser. You appeared more baffled than anything when he had tripped you…

Shit.

Felix had completely manhandled you out of the training area.

And that would explain why you were simultaneously glaring daggers into him and scanning him up and down.

“Don’t worry, I’ll attack this time,” the bluenette managed. In fear of being wrong and coming off egotistical, that was probably the best apology he could give right now.

“Whenever you’re ready.”

No, you were decidedly not happy.

He approached, trying to build as much momentum as possible before choosing to open with a block. If you were looking to parry an attack, he would be left with an opening. If you were looking to block him too, he would likely knock you to the ground and gain the point.

Maybe then he could offer to help you up properly.

No, he needed to stay focused. He was training right now, not apologizing.

Effectively distracted, neither of his plans came to fruition as you reached out and grabbed his cravat, pulling it down and causing him to run past you.

“Wh-!”

A dull stab at his back shoved him out of bounds, taking away any chance he had at regaining his balance. He tumbled to the ground.

“You’ve been impaled, that’s mine.”

He wanted to be mad, but he was more shocked than anything. After all, he could hardly complain after doing a similar thing to you last round.

A hand in his peripheral offered to help him to his feet. Accepting it, he rose, picking his sword up off the ground.

At least that seemed to get everything out of your system, “Maybe you were right, we can’t really accomplish anything serious while we’re dressed like this.”

“It’s not like we…”

A song loud enough to be heard from within the training ground bounced against the walls. It caught him off guard, especially since he hadn’t been able to hear any music since you closed the doors earlier. Whatever they were playing now, the whole orchestra was involved.

“The last dance already?” your head turned to the entrance, as well. “There’s no way…”

“Did you promise someone a dance?” he guessed.

“Something like that,” you worried. “I told Annette and Mercedes that I would be sure to dance with at least someone tonight after all they did for me. I…kind of got carried away watching earlier, and then I got scared I would forget the moves, and then I left to come here.”

He didn’t know what to say, but there was no way you could go back now. Sand covered your slightly tousled hair, your gown, and he was sure it found its way into your shoes. Your cheeks were still somewhat red from earlier, and…

It was all his fault. He even stepped on your gown without thinking.

Goddess, he really needed to start using his head.

Tossing his sword into the sand, Felix took the lance from your hands and threw it aside too. Swiftly, he retrieved your shoes and placed them in front of you.

“Felix, there’s no way…” but you slid them on anyway, “…and the song already began. It will be over by the time I get there.”

Face unreadable, your classmate extended a hand to you. “Do you think it would count if we started now?”

“Wait, what? You…want to dance with me?”

“If you don’t want me to be your partner after everything that’s happened tonight, I’ll understand-“

You took his hand, placing your own on his shoulder and facing him completely, “You lead. I’m still not certain how this one goes.”

It was a lie. It must have been. The moment the pair of you felt the music together, you were off. The strings followed a simple waltz - an accessible dance that even most commoners could perform. An obvious choice for the last dance of the night.

He knew his frame to be stiff, but it didn’t matter. Especially not when you were so blatantly stealing the hypothetical show, swaying and leaning back as the two of you spun gracefully around an invisible point on the ground. Your arms barely ghosted his own.

In a rare moment, he wished his dance partner were less aware, less experienced. He wanted you to lean on him so he could lead you through the dance, but he knew that was not in your nature.

You were charming, assured, and independent. The dance belonged to you, so much so that he felt like a mere prop. He supposed that was how it went in the theatres Sylvain had always dragged him to in the past. The women stole the spotlight while the men were evaluated on how good they could make their partners look.

There was no doubt. You deserved a better partner.

“Hey,” his voice was unsure. It had been several measures since he last used it. “I…you shouldn’t be dancing with me.”

“What are you talking about?” you smiled, coming back to his chest and resuming your normal posture.

“I mean you should be in the great hall, dancing with someone that would actually do you justice,” he suddenly didn’t want to face you. “I feel like I took that away from you. I spend all my time here working with a sword - my last dancing lesson ended when I was twelve.”

He stopped himself, spinning you away before he could say too much. This was about you. You had missed what could have been one of the biggest days of your life. He pulled you back in and met your eyes. Felix missed an event he already planned on skipping.

“...it’s nice. I prefer it. This way it’s just us.”

“Just us?” he hoped you couldn’t hear his heartbeat.

“Oh- I only mean- I don’t have to worry about anyone staring at me because I don’t know the steps or anything.”

It was beginning to make him angry, if only because it made no sense, “Why do you keep saying that?”

You were caught off guard, slipping up for the first time tonight. Felix finally felt useful, steadying you enough to fall back into the orchestra’s rhythm.

“Well, it’s true, isn’t it?” you lowered your voice like you were telling him a secret. “That’s what my sister told me. She and everyone that visited the manor.”

Blinking a bit, you turned to the side, “I’m doing it wrong. My steps are too wide. My arms are too heavy. I must be repulsed by my partner if I’m leaning back that much. Those kinds of things.”

Your partner merely scoffed, “Jealous.”

He hadn’t meant for it to slip out, but he knew.

“They can’t do what you can. There are nobles all over Fodlan like that; people who don’t like being shown up. They’ll say anything to make you give up or feel bad about yourself, but they lack the ambition to do any better themselves.”

“You really think so?”

“Have you met anyone better at dancing than yourself?”

“Well, I…I’ve never seen myself dance before.”

“Then take my word for it. Show Professor Byleth if you doubt it, but just be prepared for her to demand a rematch for the Heron Cup.”

Honestly, Felix didn’t know why he was being so forward about this. It was just another unjust part of the world they were all tripping over themselves to fix, he supposed. Still, if dancers could be trained for the battlefield, he saw no reason for his house to settle on an amateur.

The piano slowed to play a few high notes and end the song on a major chord. Accordingly, the two of you came to a stop.

“Thank you,” you stepped away timidly, “for the dance…and…”

“I wasn’t trying to make you feel better. Manuela could teach you - you could do this on the battlefield much better than whoever actually won the competition.”

You hummed, probably pondering the thought.

Presuming it was time to head back before you both could be found and accused of something mindless, Felix picked up your weapons from where he had discarded them. He caught you brushing the sand off your skin and down your dress before he left to put the items away. The blazer he set aside earlier found its way to his back again, his cravat tucked in appropriately.

You waited across the hall to hold the door for him. Once you both walked through, it shut with a final thud, sealing away everything that happened in the training grounds that night.

He saw you talking to Professor Byleth after class the next day. Although he couldn’t hear what you were saying, some part of him hoped you chose to take his words to heart.

Perhaps it had been a good time to host a ball.

[cherry-flavoured-thot]

Hey, sorry for bothering. I was wondering if you can do a fire emblem heroes head canon with a child summoner reader, who has social anxiety (of extra drama you can add past trama but this bit is optional)? Again sorry for bother, I just think the idea is cute because tiny timid summoner.

Child!Summoner:

Alfonse, who feels so much guilt that they've placed the burdens of their world on a child to the point where he overcompensates by constantly reminding Summoner to ask him if they need anything at all. "Alfie I'm tired." Yes he lets them call him that nickname, and yes he immediately gives them a piggyback ride.

Sharena is the same, except she will let tiny Summoner hide behind her in social situations. When talking with certain heroes, Sharena will either be right by their side or nearby to jump in if it looks like they are afraid. Camilla is someone else who will allow Summoner to hide behind her if they'd wish during social situations.

"You've seen war child, and you mean to tell me people is what you fear?" Thorr sees the irony in it all, Askr's greatest weapon a child, whose knees threaten to buckle in gatherings of people. "Steady yourself, I will not allow harm to befall you." But she still tries to ease their worries regardless.

Grima calls Summoner, little worm and little human (affectionately). They aren't as sympathetic to Summoner's anxiety, as other heroes but Grima's presence alone scares off plenty of people. "Why worry yourself little worm? I will turn them all into ash and their foolish opinions with them." Yeah... not very helpful.

But if we want to be angsty, and Summoner has trauma, I just know Grima would be seething. "How typical of humans to turn on their own, not even their own children are safe from foolishness. This is why I will destroy them all."

Little Summoner has so many family members now. Hector likes to carry them around on his shoulders, Seteth and Flayn teach them how to fish. Ephraim teaches them how to use a lance, Felix teaches them how to use a sword but both of them make the mistake of handing the child one made of steel and are surprised when they can't even pick the weapon up off the ground. Seth was around when Ephraim was teaching Summoner, and was sighing the whole time.

Setsuna and Summoner have both been found just chilling in traps together, Setsuna's calm demeanor helps them to not panic. Xander takes them horseback riding and almost has a full blown panic attack because they immediately fell off the horse. Helbindi incites violence on anyone who makes Summoner cry.

[doki-doki-imagines]

Send in either a palette (The capital letter at the top of each one) or a code + character and I'll write a drabble or headcanons based on the vibes!

[yoshkeii]

𝚂𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚠/ 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜

࿐ character(s): Edelgard, Claude, Dimitri (Fire Emblem Three Houses/Hopes)

࿐ genre: sfw, fluff

࿐ type: headcanons

࿐ requested by: BY ME- 

⌦ male!reader (he/him)

⌦ the three lords and their sleepy hcs (can contain morning & night moments)

A/N: first fire emblem post but its not me just hyperfixating over one character. there’s multiple. and the three lords are FIRST. feeding myself fire emblem content by being a self-indulgent little shit 🏃‍♂️💨

𝙴𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍:

→ although she experiences frequent nightmares and lays awake due to her insomnia. she wouldn’t expect something or even someone to make her feel at ease to try to sleep. but sometimes the world can be unexpected. and the world gave you to her.

→ i have a feeling Edelgard would make sure you are asleep first, the sight of your sleeping expression brings her a shit ton of comfort and reassurance you are safe. a comfortable moment where she feels at peace with your warm body next to her, under the same blankets and sheets.

→ thou sometimes you wait for her to fall asleep, wanting your beloved to actually get some sleep so she won’t seem so tired with her duties the next days.

→ being one of the lords, she has the confidence to big spoon you, and she does- just having you close to her within her reach. inbetween her arms.

→ once it reaches morning, she makes sure to give you a little kiss on your face before she leaves to get ready for the day ahead of her. always leaving you to sleep in a little longer before she would check up on you moments later. and eventually wake you up.

→ Edelgard would time to time not want to get out of bed, comfortable and content to sleep. happy to have someone she can cuddle with days and nights ends.

𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚎:

→ the type to hold you close. very close. as he doesn’t have too much time with you due to his own duties and important things to attend too, he would do anything to keep you close just for a little longer. or even a while longer.

→ which comes to him making any excuse to keep you with him in bed. especially when morning comes with the birds chirping and breaking sunlight between curtains.

→ trying to slip away from his grasp in the morning is hard, as one of his arms hook around your waist tiredly. but it was soon greeted with his other arm closing in to pull you back onto the bed. soft whines leaving his lips like a puppy and an obvious pout adoring his tired face. he just wants you to stay with him a little longer, would you let him indulge?

→ definitely will spoil you. breakfast in bed... showering you in kisses, face and body too... playing with your hair if you let him or letting you play with his quite messy cocoa hair. and a few other things Claude will list.

→ though, on mornings where Claude must admit he’s busy and has to leave to tend to those duties, he always makes sure he tells you sweet nothings and a kiss on your lips or cheek before departing.

→ cant lie... Claude will likely wake up earlier than you as its- really part of his daily schedule before meeting you. but besides that, he lays in bed. watching your handsome face till he forces himself to get up. his mind just lingering of you majority of his mornings, and he’s not complaining.

𝙳𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚛𝚒:

→ its kinda hard seeing him in particular to be soft and all that fluffy jazz with his actual- lore and story... but i just love him too much.

→ Dimitri is (to me) definitely touched starved. so initiating most of the cuddles under the comfortable sheets and blankets would be a new experience with him, one that would take time for him to get used to.

→ but he’s definitely not denying any touch from you. as he may dislike fragile things and anything alike, but your gentle touch that skim his skin. whether it be on his arms, wrists, hands, his face- it makes him yearn and lean closer to your warming body. 

→ his eyes softly closed in the action as he places his own hand over yours whenever you touch his face. nuzzling gentle and maybe the rare bold chance of him pecking a kiss on your palm.

→ mornings with him, is usually him waking before you, leaving to go clean himself up and maybe making/grabbing breakfast for you to bring to the shared room. his eyes softening seeing your resting figure comfortable.

→ Dimitri would always say gentle, sweet sappy nothings to you whenever you are asleep. saving himself from the embarrassment that would occur when you hear him say it. but at the same time he’s so tame and tender with his movements when it comes to you. he treats you like a piece of artwork that could crack any moment, though you may have flaws and possible cracks, you are seen as a Kintsugi to him.

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Hi can I request cuddle headcanons for Shura Hubert Lon’qu Dimitri and Felix separately with a female reader?

of course, thanks for sending in the first request! hope you enjoy.

cuddling with shura, hubert, lon'qu, dimitri, and felix includes ...

SHURA

♡ Like some of the others on this list, Shura is a bit afraid to get all snuggly with you.

♡ He's fond of cuddling, but with his reputation and nature as a thief, he doesn't want you to eventually regret all the hours you've spent so close together and deems himself somewhat unworthy of your affection.

♡ Funnily enough, though, he's the one to initiate cuddles.

♡ He often pulls you into his arms and simply treasures you. His girl, the one thing nobody can ever take from him.

♡ He puts his entire heart into making sure you're as warm and comfortable as possible.

♡ Being the big spoon or little spoon doesn't matter to him, he likes to protect and also feel protected from the harsh world you two reside in.

♡ He enjoys sweet talking you as you two nestle in each other's arms, just letting you know how grateful he is for you.

♡ You'll commonly hear him comment on how a rugged thief like him doesn't know how he scored you, but you're always there to silence him with kisses.

♡ He'll wrap you up in his clothes so you can smell like him even after you two finish your session.

HUBERT

♡ Hubert is someone who enjoys a nondistracting cuddle as he works, you relaxing in his lap as his quill scribbles away at his scrolls.

♡ He'll use his free hand to give your cheek a little brush every once in a while, or peck your cheek if he senses that you need a kiss.

♡ He's here to indulge your every need, so long as it benefits you, so if you're a cuddly one he'll gladly snuggle with you. He's devoted to you and would be a liar if he claimed that he doesn't enjoy your warmth.

♡ He's naturally quite cold to the touch, so when the temperature drops he'll drink in as much of your warmth as possible, preferring to sleep snuggled up with you as opposed to separate sides of the bed.

♡ Cuddling is something foreign to him, but he's a fast learner, and will likely mimic your movements and pick up on things you enjoy. If you relish in having your hair ruffled or being the little spoon, he'll make your wishes come true.

♡ Enjoys reading stories to you to coax you into sleeping peacefully in his arms.

LON'QU

♡ Lon'qu honestly avoids cuddling at first. He's comfortable around you, but he's also terrified of being so... vulnerable with a woman.

♡ He always has an excuse to refrain from bundling up, and one day, he finally admits that he's inexperienced and somewhat nervous to do so.

♡ That's when you lock him into a warm embrace and feel him tense around you, before he relaxes in your grip. He lets out a sigh, and just turns to mush.

♡ He becomes a cuddling monster soon after.

♡ While still vaguely stiff and unsure of what to do with his hands or legs most of the time, he realizes what he's been missing out on his whole life, and finds it a great way to destress after a long day of vigorous training.

♡ He loves to rub circles on your skin, covered in fabric or left bare, he feels so close to you and can feel the joy radiating from you in waves.

♡ You may even spot the slightest smile gracing his features if he's caught off guard enough.

♡ Gently massaging his scars is a good way to see him crack a smile.

♡ Call him petnames and talk to him to break the comfortable silence and he'll fold. Hearing his favorite girl call him handsome or beloved as your limbs are tied in knots together makes him absolutely crumble.

DIMITRI

♡ Dimitri is intimidated by being so close to a human body with how fragile they can be, so when he cuddles you for the first few times he treats you as if you're a goddess made of glass.

♡ His touches and kisses are featherlight, handling you with utmost care.

♡ Eventually you have to encourage him to tighten his grip, to kiss with a little more force, to truly show his devotion to you with zero fear.

♡ To which he obliges. Once he conquers his anxieties, he's smooching you from head to toe, arms suffocating you in adorable bear hugs.

♡ Can and will wrap you in his cloak by the fireplace in your shared quarters.

♡ Dimitri will cuddle you anywhere, anytime. He's fond of showing his affection to his beloved while taking strolls, and will gladly take a seat on a bench to absorb every inch of you.

♡ If you play with his hair he'll melt. Whether you braid it or run your fingers through it, and after a long day try to sort through the knots with your fingers. he'll be beet red and overflowing with lovey dovey feelings.

FELIX

♡ Felix is like a cat at first, hisses at the slightest touch but before you know it he's curled up in your lap, breathing synchronized with yours.

♡ He may scoff when you pepper him with kisses or intertwine your fingers with his, but he secretly lives for it.

♡ Like Dimitri, his weakness is his lover playing with his hair. Let his hair down and bury your face in it, you won't regret it.

♡ A big fan of hand holding, and comparing hand sizes as you do so. Whether yours are smaller, larger, the same size - he could gaze at your hands connected with his all day and all night.

♡ He isn't a fan of cuddling in public places, but boy does he relax when you two go to secluded wild areas, like a flower field. He's fond of holding hands under tables too, letting you rest your head on his shoulder if you grow weary.

♡ His guard is always up during cuddle time so you may have to hush him and reassure him that nobody will catch him like this, it's just you and him. He appreciates it, and appreciates how warm and soft you feel flush against his scars and bruises from combat.

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Woah, congrats on another milestone :D! I would like to request Henry (FEA), Crewel (TW) and V (DMC) with a fluffy/blushy sentence starter: 'That pet name was so gushy. but it was also so cute'. Please and thank you in advance ^w^

Of course of course!

I hope I them justice. Henry is probably one of the most hard for me to portray well but I tried!

MILESTONE SPECIAL:

That pet name was so gushy but it also was cute

With Henry pet names could go in two ways. Sweet ones that can melt anyone or really questionable ones like "helpful grave digger". There was no in between and you couldn't have it any other way. -Oh!I see you're finally awake my cuddle bug!- He looked at you with a smile so wide it could probably hurt his face. You stirred tiredly -Oh wow...that's a new one tiredly- -You don't like it?- You stifled a laugh -That pet name was so gushy...- You opened your eyes -But it was also so cute no?- -...yeah. it was-

There was no doubt that the young man had a plethora of nicknames for you often related to birds and poetry. You hoped in the van;accidentally overhearing Nero and V talking about you and Kyrie. You flushed once you heard him call you "hummingbird" and scoffed;making your presence clear. -That pet name was so gushy- You planted a soft kiss on his lips. Nero looked uncomfortable -But it was also cute- You smiled at your lover. -...could you please don't? I'm right here you guys!- Nero grumbled embarrassed.

It took you quite some times to get used to being called a "puppy." It wasn't a bad pet name per se but people were looking at you like they were speculating that something spicey was going on between the two of you. -Good morning puppy- Crewel put a cup of coffee on your desk -Good morning diva- You smiled proudly. Crewel blinked a couple of times;then a smug smile appeared on his face -Oh...that pet name is soooo gushy- He patted your head  -But also so cute. I see you're learning from the best- He said content

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hubert von vestra crushing on you

pairing: hubert von vestra x gn!reader

tags: wholesome fluff, mentions of food

it's quite hard to notice when hubert is crushing on someone

you'll only notice if you pay close attention to the way he behaves around you

you'll find his eyes linger on you for a moment longer than usually

he'll turn to look at you when he thinks nobody would notice – just for a split second!

during battle, he is always close by and he always has your back

since he has fallen for you, you haven't gotten injured during battle anymore

he'll memorize your favorite things. your favorite food, your favorite song and your favorite flowers

you might not even notice it, but when he's on cooking duty, you somehow always end up getting served your favorite food

and on your birthday's, he brings you your favorite flowers and a book from your favorite author

hubert always keeps a safe distance from you. he doesn't talk to you any more or less than his other classmates, at least on the surface

though you are always the first one he greets and the last one he waves goodbye

he finds ways to be closer to you, without making it too obvious how he feels about you

he doesn't tell anyone how special you are to him, but he treasures the time he gets to spend with you…

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Fulfilling my dream and sleeping with the Cute Ashen (catboy) demon

M!Byleth x reader sleepy hcs

Byleth has always had a hard time sleeping, usually he would just read a book or exercise until he was tired enough to pass out. And it doesn't have to be in bed this man would be passed down on his desk or napping outside until midnight, only to feel like other crap tomorrow

However since you've been into his life his sleep significantly approved. He doesn't know why just being beside you is so comforting even if you're still awake you'd be dead asleep immediately as soon as he wraps his arms around you.

Byleth engulfs you with his entire body fully spooning you until you're struggling for breath or his hand is just on your body somewhere it doesn't matter he has to be touching you. If you ever get up from bed Byleth will probably wake minutes after trying to find you.

There are moments when you wake up wanting to get a glass of water or something, and Byleth has you wholly trapped in his grasp.

Or you wake up in the middle of the night forgetting something after being in the library for about 30 minutes. You hear a sleepy "What are you doing?" Looking over to the entrance, you see a sleepy bedhead rubbing his eyes with his bed head. Only to have him asleep on the table sitting next to you despite your protests about going back to bed

Byleth will fall asleep anywhere you are currently. It doesn't matter if he lying against you, sitting beside you.

sometimes he would go as far as to wait for you to get done with whatever you doing to join him in bed.

Byleth is completely unaware of his bad sleeping habits, he just thinks that he likes being around you but he doesn't know why he always falls asleep.

Once he falls asleep he sleeps like a rock the only way to wake him up is to remove you from the bed. However be cautious when doing so he can be very cranky short and grumpy when he wakes up.

He got jealous when he saw you sleeping next to Robin while he was reading.

Although very rarely he will steal your sleeping spots, if for some reason he can't have you with him he'll sleep in the same spot you do.

He likes the moments when he lays a picnic blanket outside, and you're sleeping together laying underneath the warm sun. You're lying on his chest well; he lays underneath you, a book in hand.

Byleth never remembers what he is doing when he's sleepy, he swears up and down, but he doesn't remember that time when he scared the shit out of you standing in the hallway quietly waiting for you to finish whatever you're doing, mumbling for you to come back to bed.

[milkdreams-official]

FEH Hríd x Reader Hurt and Comfort Headcanons (Married)

“You and Hríd just got married and you both are enjoying your time together. Sometimes, you become overwhelmed by some memories of the past, but Hríd is right there to help you.”

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- If you are awake in the middle of the night having a flashback, it’s OK if you wake Hríd up to talk about it because he wants to be there for you more than anything. Even if he’s tired and confused, he will give his full attention to you.

- If you tell a lot of painful things to Hríd, he will need to step away for a little while to process it, but he will still come back and listen to the rest because he wants to know the most intimate and sensitive things about you, even if they are difficult to hear.

- Hríd does not like to show you his anger because he thinks it’s the ugliest side of himself, but when you’re not around, he can become very frustrated and enraged at the people who hurt you. He is always thinking of how he can protect you.

- If you had a rough night, the next day, Hríd will go out of his way to do something nice for you like bring you gifts, take you somewhere special, or cook for you.

- If in the past someone touched you in a bad way or without your consent and you don’t want Hríd to touch you, he will respect that and give you your space no problem! He is very giving and selfless, especially for his one and only.

- If being intimate is something you can’t do for any reason, Hríd will respect that and ask you directly in what other ways he can give you affection. He didn’t marry you because it would be easy; he married you because he loves you unconditionally.

- If Hríd is having a bad night and he is not in the right headspace to comfort you or be with you, he will not know how to communicate this very well, but if you are patient and understanding with him, he will tell you everything you want to know when he’s feeling better.

- If for some reason something randomly sets you off and you explode into a complete panic attack/meltdown, Hríd will be terrified and do anything he can to calm you down. If you feel really bad afterwards, Hríd will very seriously tell you you have nothing to be ashamed of and it wasn’t your fault. He still loves you and promises to stay with you.

- Hríd does his best to take care of you, but it does take a lot of energy, so he will appreciate it very much when you thank him for being patient and taking care of you. He will smile from ear to ear and tell you you don’t even have to thank him, but he still feels really good and happy when you buy him things like food and treats as a token of gratitude.

- When you’re finally able to get a good night’s sleep without any nightmares or any overwhelming flashbacks, Hríd will be very happy and proud of how far you have come together. To him, this is the most important and valuable part of your relationship. He loves taking care of you the most!

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hey!!!! I love ur blog!! please would I be able to have some enemies-to-lovers headcanons for Felix, Sylvain, dimitri and Ingrid? Post time skip. Thank you

{Hello! Uhm, so...I was going through my unfinished drafts and saw that I had begun this but never finished it. I completed Felix's but never got past! It's a l s o more of an imagine than a headcannon. Apparently younger me saw an opportunity and went ham. I don't know when i'll ever get around to sylvain/dimitri/ingrid...but I hope this little Felix offering is something you'll like!}

Prompt: Enemies to Lovers

Master List: Here

"A Lack of Feeling" {Felix x Reader}

Everyone is this man's enemy. End of story.

……

Alright, maybe not everyone but there are more on the list than not. If Felix was an NPC in an RPG, then his affection meter towards anyone he meets beyond childhood begins at -50 points. No exceptions. (at least this is what he wants people to believe)

Normally if someone spends enough time with him they can earn his good graces, you know? At the very least get him on neutral ground, it's only natural after all that time investment

This applies to most cases with Felix

"Most" being a key word here

There are three special cases: the Prince of Fargeus, his loyal pet, and one other emotionally constipated hindrance

Deep down Felix knew that he truly did not detest the first two. The situation involving them was more complicated than his mind could handle during his youth, so until he aged and saw proof of Dimitri's willpower his feelings remained sour. Throughout it all he still had a definite idea of how to view them both and could predict their moves like a book.

The third? Not so much. It seemed like the more time Felix spent observing them, the more he grew unsettled. Nothing they did let any insight to their own emotions or thoughts. All he could learn through the grape vine were blatant facts: their birthday, hometown, etc. Nothing personal. Everything felt…fake? Staged? As if their personality was being written up off the top of someone's head in a book.

Felix couldn't trust them, no matter how much the professor, Sylvain, or anyone else tried to convince him. Rather than antagonize them like he did with Dimitri, Felix chose to flat out ignore their presence.

"My name is Felix, and if you're wise then you won't ever need to use it"- he spoke upon meeting, and that was it.

What he found the most odd was that they simply ignored his hostility. Not in a way to challenge him, or in disinterest, but with acceptance. Any attempt on being friends was made by others on their behalf.

They weren't pushy, he'd give them that. He didn't feel guilty since they clearly had no interest in him either.

Until one late evening a few dawns after Edelgard's betrayal, he had found flowers on every grave within the monestary. It was a chance sight since he'd accidentally spend too long in the sauna, but walking through the Cemetery showed even the most ancient stones with offerings. With dates older than any person in the castle, they likely hadn't been visited in years.

And at the end of it all sat his one-sided enemy. The supposedly empty shell laid a bouquet on another grave and for the first time he saw them cry.

"I didn't know you had the ability to cry," He approached them cautiously and against his better judgement. He instantly regretted too.

"I didn’t know you had the ability to care," they said back, much more brash than he'd ever heard before

Felix said nothing else in response…what do you say to someone after openly despising them for months on end? Did he even want to apologize?

"I don't, but you look more suspicious than usual" he gestured to the graves surrounding them

"It's unlikely they'll be getting any visitors anytime soon…they deserve at least one last honoring,"

That night was when Felix first felt their personality, and it was scarily similar to his own

Perhaps he would have noticed it sooner if he'd tried

Perhaps the similarity is why he never did. One of him was enough

Or…was it? The drop in his chest as they began to become acquainted implied that he may have been missing out on something he'd hadn't planned to ever find

[dancing-cherry-blossoms]

hello!! welcome!!

could i request niles and xander separately with a gender neutral reader who tends to be quiet around other people and has a difficult time expressing their feelings? hopefully this is alright as a request jsjdsks

Hii anon, thank you for the welcome!! Thank you for requesting, I hope I did justice to your request💞

Niles with quiet s/o HCs

Niles loves you an incredible amount and knows you better than anyone else. He knows that the fact that you tend to be quiet around others, isn’t because you’re rude or that you don’t like them, it’s simply who you are.

Other people may not respond very well to you having a hard time expressing your feelings, but if they take it the wrong way then Niles will always stand up for you and defend you. Your feelings are the most important to him and he won’t let anybody hurt you♡

The same goes for you being quiet, he won’t let anyone walk over you just for that reason.

Though, sometimes he wonders what goes on in your head, the fact that you’re always so quiet around others makes it so he doesn’t always know what you’re thinking.

Sometimes he wonders if he isn’t treating you good enough and that that is the reason why you’re quiet or that you’re afraid to say anything about it. He doesn’t want you to leave.

However, he loooves you so much, it doesn’t matter to him if you’re quiet or not or have difficulty expressing your feelings. As long as you’re you and you’re honest, he’ll love you, always.

Xander with quiet s/o HCs

Oh my god, Xander loves you SO MUCH. He loves you regardless of who you are, your wellbeing is the most important to him.

He would try to help you with your troubles of expressing your feelings, he doesn’t want you to get hurt by being misunderstood for something like that. Even so, if it doesn’t help or work or if you don’t want the help after all, it won’t change his feelings for you.

He actually thinks you’re quite cute and every day he can’t wait to see you, just being with you is comforting enough to him.♡

He will always try his best to understand what you’re trying to say, he knows that you have a hard time expressing yourself, so he wants to take extra care in understanding you and the meaning behind your words.

He will never try to force you into situations that make you uncomfortable!! Never will he force you to speak to others when you don’t want to and never will he let others force you to do so either.♡

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Dimitri x F!Reader: Kidnapped Together

This one turned out longer, but I think I was able to communicate everything from the previous ask a bit better (go check it out if you like this one!). The stakes are a bit higher, I had some fun playing around in my head, and this is what came out for you. Enjoy!

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

Dimitri:

“...-tay away from her…”

Voices faded in and out of your head. Of your ears? You weren’t sure if what you were hearing was even real.

“...-ust trying to get her….-et us throu-”

“You have done enough! Stay back!”

That got you up. Your eyes fluttered open, glancing around the room while you shifted into a seated position. The walls were made of brick, but you couldn’t see the door from the three people crowding into the small room. Prince Dimitri stood between you and the strangers.

You moved to stand, but were held down by the chains keeping your wrists close to the floor.

At the rattling you made, Dimitri turned his head ever so slightly to check on you, “Stay down. You mustn't strain yourself.”

“...what?”

“She won’t need to if you just let us tend to-”

“You caused this,” he growled. “I am not so delusional as to allow you to make it worse.”

“Can I please know what’s going on?” you worried, realizing all this directly concerned you.

“Just…stay close to the ground,” he softened his voice a bit to address you. “They hit you on the back of the head while we were hunting in the woods, then used you as leverage to get the upper hand on me.”

A woman in armor gripping a lance approached, trying to take advantage of the apparent distraction. Catching on quickly, Dimitri squared up to her. The lancer’s brows lowered as she backed down again.

“If she bleeds out, know it will only be because you allowed her to.”

You gasped, bringing a hand toward the back of your head before the chains restricted you from doing so, “W-Wait, I’m bleeding out?”

“No, it will be because you chose to attack us. Look at yourselves; you can’t even control your prisoners.”

“We never meant-”

Your classmate cut her off, “But you did. And the only way you could make it right is to either heal her or let us go.”

“You’re not letting us heal her,” the fortress knight closest to the door barked.

“I wonder what option that leaves for you.”

Dimitri was holding himself with all the power and authority of a royal despite the circumstances. It would normally have you in awe, but you were struggling to focus on anything except the possibility that you were a sitting duck in critical condition.

The good news was that he was clearly getting under their skin. Your captors seemed to value both of your lives for some reason; not just the prince’s.

Unfortunately, yours was the life being gambled, and you were on a strict time limit. Dimitri could only call their bluff for so long before they’d have to make a decision. While the daughter of a noble was a decent bargaining chip, you weren’t quite sure how far your captors would be willing to go to keep you upright.

Maybe they’d wait for you to pass out, forcing Dimitri into a final decision.

Perhaps your fate would be decided only after you fell unconscious.

But for now, you said nothing. If you let these…rogues…in on how much you wanted help, they would certainly use your words against Dimitri. Then what would you have to keep yourself safe? No doubt they’d separate you.

“Step. Aside.”

“Then what? You two can’t escape while she’s chained to the floor.”

“That never stopped me.”

Indeed, the cuffs of a different set of chains were still bound to Dimitri’s wrists. He must have broken his own at some point before you woke up.

The fortress knight stepped forward this time, holding out his lance as the witch next to him primed her magic. Fire, from the looks of it.

“Pathetic. Do you really think you can stop me?”

You had never seen this side of Dimitri before. He was acting a bit more…well, scary wasn’t the proper word. Authoritarian wasn’t either. In all honesty, you weren’t quite sure how you felt about it.

Not that it mattered. At the end of the day, he was getting you out of here.

Suddenly the world spun. You were caught by surprise, but you couldn’t steady your head with your hands. The most you could make of the skirmish in front of you was bright colors and blurred lines. You wanted to throw up, yet you felt like there was nothing to get rid of. Plus, it would only worsen your headache.

On instinct, you tried to balance yourself; to stop yourself from falling over. Since you weren’t actually off-centered, the endeavor didn’t go so well, and you struggled to regain control of your body before you could hit the floor.

When you set your hand on the ground beside you to steady yourself, blood dripped onto it.

Was this a good time to ask for help?

…more help?

Looking up as your sight came back to you, you realized you had no idea where you were. There were bodies on the ground, drops of blood spattered around them. They matched the beads trickling down your hand.

Prince Dimitri was at your side, tearing through the chains at your wrists.

“Where are we?” you asked him, glancing back at the people motionless on the floor. “D-Did I do this?”

“What? No, you’ve been stuck here on the fl-” his voice quieted, “By the Goddess, no…”

His hand moved to your face, angling it toward him until you had nowhere else to look but into his eyes. After a moment, the action had made you somewhat dizzy.

You recoiled a bit, “Wh- You’re acting strange…”

He turned his head away, sighing lightly as he broke your other shackle off. Arms now free, you moved to stand before he stopped you.

“Your eyes…we need to get you out of here.”

“Okay, so let’s go.”

“No,” he again prevented you from getting up. “No large movements…I need to find a way to get you out of here safely.”

Glancing around the room once again, you couldn’t identify any living threats to your survival, “There must be something I’m not getting. Where are we? It doesn’t look like we’re in any direct danger; nothing is stopping us from leaving.”

He rose to his feet, watching to make sure you stayed down, “I don’t know where we are…some ruffian camp by the monastery- but I know the way back. They kept me conscious during the walk.”

“...that’s an odd way of phrasing it…”

“Yes, well. I won’t be doing much more of that. The important thing is getting you out of here as efficiently as possible. That means without you…moving…y……d…t…m…ch.”

You ducked your head as you felt it throb, staring at the floor and trying even just to breathe. In and out. You were in trouble, you knew that much, but you just couldn’t…

…if…if you could just…focus…

Vaguely, you registered hands at your arms. They shifted; one to your waist, one to your back, an arm to your head, and you suddenly couldn’t feel the ground anymore.

“...I…”

“Please, try not to move. I’m going to get you out of here.”

…out…of here…?

“Put your head down. I will keep you safe.”

That voice…it sounded so familiar…

They sounded so calm and comforting, so easy to trust, you found it hard to think of disobeying. How easy it was to rest, to ignore everything and rest your head.

But the feeling of dread wouldn’t go away.

“...I feel…bad…”

“I know,” he said. The voice was male, “Just hang on a bit longer. Does that sound manageable?”

It wasn’t. It sounded easy enough, but the darkness that engulfed you afterward said otherwise.

~~~~

“Dimitri!”

His head shot up from the side of your medical bed as he startled awake.

“What? Is something the matter?”

But once his eyes adjusted, it didn’t look like there was much on your mind except confusion; as though you had called out to him from some dream you had, or perhaps you had been reliving past events. You were just staring at the bookshelf across from you, dumbfounded.

“How…? But I thought-”

“Easy,” he lightly set his hand atop yours. “We’re safe now. This is Manuela’s study.”

“Oh…” you commented. “I only remember a few things, I think. I was hit on the head…there was blood and a prison of sorts…and then nothing.”

“We were attacked by some band of scum after we left to hunt for the monastery,” Dimitri frowned. “They tried to hold you over my head and capture us both…and I’ll admit they got away with it for longer than I’m proud of.”

You looked worried, though he assured you everything turned out fine. The two of you had returned to safety, after all, and you looked relieved to hear it.

“I managed to bring you back without running into trouble, but…”

He felt his face begin to warm, his eyes finding a spot on the far wall; anything to keep himself from making eye contact with you.

“...you said a few things on the way.”

“What…what do you mean?”

“You kept fading in and out- surely, some of it was coming out of your head. I…I don’t want it to-”

“Your Highness, what did I say?”

“Ah, erm…” the hand he was resting on yours flew to the back of his neck. His face was burning now, but he’d only be more embarrassed if he tried to hide it, “Please, don’t call me that right now…”

At least you seemed to be back in good health. Manuela had gathered quite the posse to care for you, but he had pulled rank and refused to leave until you were awake. This was his fault, at least partially, and he would see it through.

His position as the Kingdom’s heir certainly had its uses.

“...you’re scaring me. Please, just tell me what I said,” you looked down at the thin white sheet covering your legs, your body rigid and still, “I hope it wasn’t a mean thing.”

“N-No,” he rushed to assure you. Goddess, why was this so difficult to say when you were the one that said it in the first place?

He felt your eyes trying to connect with his own, “Then…what?”

“You…said you loved me.”

One of your hands flew to cover your face as it tinted scarlet, prompting his own face to turn a similar hue, he was sure.

“And I know! I knew you had suffered head trauma- I wouldn’t have even given a second thought to it…but you began saying all these other things. You called me kind and courageous, chivalrous and determined…”

With each of his words, you seemed to grow more and more…well, whatever it was your eyes were expressing through your fingers, it was making him grow nervous.

“I…If it is okay with you, that is…I would like to know if you truly thought those things about myself…?”

Please say yes. Please say yes. If only you were to say yes, maybe I-

“Of course,” you muttered, letting your hand lower as your gaze directed toward it, “How could I not? Especially after the tendrils of what little I could remember coming back to me, I…”

He said nothing, hoping you would find it in you to continue your praise of him. Perhaps it was a little underhanded, but he found he liked hearing you speak of him in such a way.

“You’re brave- you protected me when I couldn’t defend myself. I remember you were patient with me when…when my condition worsened-“

You cut yourself off after accidentally meeting his eyes, as though you had just begun to realize what it was you were saying.

Should he say something too? To make it less awkward?

“I find you attractive too.”

Wait.

“What?”

What?!

“N-No, that’s not what I meant. I, well, I do find you attractive, but I was trying to refer to your actions and your personality. Not that I…don’t find you physically attractive as well, but-“

“Just…say whatever it is you need and leave? I think I’ve had enough of everything, today.”

His heart clenched a little, at that. That wasn’t what he had meant to say at all, and now it sounded like you didn’t even want to look at him.

Why was it that he had to ruin this when it was so close to going right?

“That came out wrong,” the leader of the Blue Lions sighed, “It’s because of your determination and strength that I have come to understand the only limitations of life are the ones I place upon myself. You are loyal, honest, and true to yourself; even if that means going against those around you.”

There. That was closer to what he truly felt. He wasn’t sure he could manage to say much more without messing everything up again, so he opted to just close his mouth and wait.

You looked brighter though; almost like Dimitri hadn’t just ruined whatever your relationship was not but two minutes ago. That was what truly mattered, he supposed. You had gone through hell today, and the least he could do was try to make the end of your day better.

“I…perhaps you had better get more rest. I will retrieve Professor Manuela for you,” he stood, turning back to you one last time, “Get well soon, and don’t hesitate to ask if you need anything.”

You responded with a simple wave.

Dimitri shut the door behind him, taking a few steps down the hall before leaning against the wall. He covered his face with one hand. His heart was racing too fast. The prince took a deep breath only to let it out a moment later.

Honestly, today had made him feel sick with the amount of emotions swirling around in his chest. There was so much fear- both of you would have been ransomed or worse if your captors had been a little smarter, and you had nearly…

The blond shook his head. He knew fear, and that was definitely part of what he felt, but for some reason it had created an amalgamation with his…well…attraction to you. The words you had exchanged mere moments ago certainly didn’t help, and he had held you so close on the way back to the monastery that it was a miracle he was still functioning.

Shifting off the wall, he rushed out of the hallway and down the stairs to find Professor Manuela. You needed help first, even if he didn’t want to wait to talk to you again.

He’d see you when you were better, and though maybe you’d forget your conversation, at least now he knew something about how you felt.

Perhaps there existed some hope for him after all.

[cherry-flavoured-thot]

Face sitting with Dimitri and Claude pls(⁠●⁠_⁠_⁠●⁠)

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Dimitri would be so polite even asking his s/o to sit on his face, all "please beloved let me pleasure you," but once he gets them there manners are off the table. He eases into it at first, tongue doing gentle laps first before he's gripping onto his s/o just so he can pull them right against his face to slip his tongue into them as deep as he can go. And any signs from his s/o that he's doing a good job, moaning, them bucking against his tongue, just goad him on further. He's the type to get off just from pleasuring them, might even occasionally moan if they say his name just right between their pleasured cries.

Claude's all jokes, waving to his face with a sly smile, "your throne await your highness." And if his s/o is hesitant he's giving them a dreamy sigh, "what a way to go, in between your beautiful thighs." And he's convincing them that it will be just fine until he's got them lower down onto his face. He's a bit of tease, light tongue flicks and slow circles over just the right places to drive them crazy. He really wants them to fuck his face, and if they do he goes completely wild. He loves hearing them telling to stick his tongue out further, so his s/o can grind against it. And the way the bucking of their hips starts to stutter as they get closer to cumming, has his cock twitching.

[sapphiresandgoldenhalos]

✧❈𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐝 ―― 𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒚

General Headcanons Sigurd x reader FE Sigurd x reader

✧ Sigurd is a man beloved for his charity and benevolence for the people, and this benevolence extends even to his closest companions――it is altogether genuine, and seldom a soul is exempt from it. His courtesy extends most softly to you, his lofty flower against the horrors of young war. You blossom and bloom, and so does he.

✧ Amidst the roaring political issues of Jugdral as a whole, and, most specifically in Grannvale, he is a steadfast advocate for peace of mind despite how calmly he masks his worry. He extends an offered hand not only to his comrades, but most sincerely to you――any troubles or tribulations, fears or worries that disturb you, he asks only that he can be the one to assuage the strife.

✧ Furthermore, he would love if you helped him in his charities――in speaking to the younger souls of the company, in extending an aiding hand where struggle befalls his friends, in lifting the spirits of the company and bringing the brightness of cheer to their faces. Any advice that you may have, he will call to council, so explore the hope that you offer regardless of how lofty or meager the advice might seem. He is there for every part of it. This is war, after all.

✧ He is also an active, restless force where the commonfolk and innocent are accused. Their safety is his greatest wish if he cannot wish for the war to end. In other words, he would be your first and primary supporter if you wished to visit the villages beyond castle walls, if you wished to ascertain the status of the locals. He will always, if not a bit too quickly, support any offered grace or blessings you wish to bestow upon the villages the company crosses.

✧ He struggles the most with the idea of Oifey's and Shannan's lives being hoisted into his hands, heralded only by his good name. His insecurity lies most heavily in the notion of whether or not he will spare them from the antics of war and politics, if he can truly promise them safety and comfort. There are many days spent on the road, many more spent in conquered castles awaiting the next vengeful strike. Console him, support him, advise him. He will mask it with tranquility and mighty words, but leadership was thrust upon him quickly, and loss is eternal-seeming.

✧ In return, he is your greatest supporter, the knight whom you may eternally call upon. Your troubles are his, and he will strive to alleviate them. His comrades will become your comrades, and a family forged of camaraderie will bring cheer to dreary spirits. You are his hope, and he hopes that he can be yours.

[thot-writes]

Hi, is it alright by you if I ask for (n)sfw hc's of Dorothea and a shy male/AMAB s/o?

dorothea my beloved….. yes u absolutely can!!! i had a lot of fun with this (submissive amab sluts deserve the world!!!)

big mommy dorothea and shy little boy toy reader (NSFW 18+);

Dorothea comes off as such a mommy dom to me she would absolutely adore a shy s/o

on a wholesome scale, she would fawn and fuss over you even when you insist she doesn’t need to (inwardly though, how could you complain? she’s everything you want and more, the idea that she even likes you back is difficult to believe!)

she’d bring you flowers, take you out to eat, play with your hair, compliment you until you’re just about ready to melt into a puddle, and serenade you with her angelic voice whenever the opportunity arose (and she’s good at making opportunities.)

you want a loving, doting girlfriend to look after your every want? you want someone so good they leave you questioning what benevolent god decided to bless you? that’s dorothea

if you also want someone to treat you like the closet slut you are— that’s dorothea too.

you thought she couldn’t possibly make you blush any harder than when she flatters you endlessly. but what she does to you in bed blows that out of the water.

she’s a tease. a huge tease. she’ll worship you in one breath, then taunt you in the next.

“You like my breasts that much, you naughty boy?” she coos, gazing down at you as you suckle her soft, milk-white tits. she cradles you, running manicured nails through your hair as her left hand delicately trails the underside of your yearning cock. tears burn at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill over at the torment you’re receiving. she’s touching you, sure, and you have her tits in your mouth, that’s true— but you’re silently begging her to just take you.

she knows it, too. it’s why she’s got that look in her eyes and that smug smile on her lips. your cock pathetically dribbles pre-cum on her fingers, she knows all it would take is a couple pumps of her hand and you’d be squirting all over her, but she denies you all the same.

your lick slowly at her nipple, unable to keep eye contact with her for longer than a second. she hums and caresses your cheek. “So cute. You’re being so polite even though you’re reaching your limit. Do you want me to take you?”

the tears start flowing. you’re so desperate for her it’s painful. you timidly nod your head— it’s all you can manage.

she shuffles so you’re not sucking on her anymore, and you miss her warmth. she leans over and kisses you passionately, a yelp rising from you as she does.

she sticks her tongue in your mouth, and you obediently open your lips wider for her. you moan as she toys with your tongue, licks at your lips, and savour her vaguely sweet taste. your arms wrap around her neck and she repositions herself to be completely on top of you.

her pussy bumps up against your erection and you almost cum right then.

she pulls away from the kiss and giggles at your whine. her hands cup your tear-slicked cheeks and she gazes down at you fondly.

“Tell me, my love,” she starts, smiling innocently. “How do you want me to fuck you? Shall I ride you, or do you want to be filled?”

your breath catches. either sounds heavenly, but you find your eyes flickering to her pussy. the thought of her warm walls squeezing tight around you and her hands lingering dangerously on your throat as you cry out seems too tempting to pass up.

she tilts her head, waiting for your answer. you manage — miraculously — to speak, “I-I want your pussy, p-please… Dorothea..”

you notice a glimmer in her eyes. you swallow in anticipation as she hovers over you — but instead of feeling the sweet sensation of her cunt, she simply leaves.

you snap up from your lying position on the couch, scared you’d done something to displease your mistress, but she gestures for you to lie down again and you comply. tension grips your body until she comes back wearing her strap-on.

she grins at you as she approaches, trickling a bottle of lubricant all over the toy attached at her hips.

you open your mouth to ask what she’s doing, but she interrupts, “Are you disappointed, pet? Should I not fuck you at all?”

“I-it’s just—“

she positions herself between your legs, letting the lube drip over your cock and along your upper thighs. “Don’t worry,” she laughs. “I’ll make sure everyone can hear your cute voice, my love.”

her careful prepping of your waiting hole is juxtaposed by her rough and relentless thrusting. the air is ripped from your lungs and your arms flail for purchase on the armrest behind your head.

her fat tits bounce with each thrust of her hips, her nails dig into your skin but you’re unable to care.

the room is filled with the noises of wet slapping, wood creaking, and your own unrestrained moans of pleasure. you cum quickly, but she’s unwilling to let you off with just that.

your whole body feels like it’s on fire, your swollen and sensitive prostate enduring a merciless onslaught from dorothea.

one of your hands flies to your nipple and you tug on it roughly. your shyness has been replaced with a burning lust. “F-fuck— yes, Dorothea! Fill me up! Fuck me harder, I n-need you deeper!”

“Ah? Then I’ll make sure to leave you satisfied, [Name]!”

you can feel yourself squeezing around the girthy dick she’s fucking into you, and your eyes roll back.

your shameless cries echo out into the night— much to the chagrin of your neighbours— and dorothea doesn’t stop until you’re completely spent and spends the rest of the night cuddling and caring for you. you fall asleep in her arms the same way you have a hundred times before, thanking your lucky stars that you’ve found a soulmate in Dorothea.

[yoshkeii]

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