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Blood From A Stone

Blue Lions Boys X Fem!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Teams,” Dedue noted.

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

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

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

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

“One down, everyone!”

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

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

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

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

“That’s quite enough.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That meant you weren’t needed then, right?

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

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

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

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

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

…45, 46, 47…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Felix must have really gotten to them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…Felix…

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

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

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

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

“Felix! Felix, where are you?”

“Felix!” Dimitri followed your lead.

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

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

“Felix, where’s the trap?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A person?” Dedue balked.

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

“Um…”

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

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

Ashe.

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

“...What?”

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

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

“I’m coming, too.”

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

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

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

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

“Bleeding? I’m not-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ashe! Over here!”

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

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

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

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

Ashe began to protest, “But-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Keep moving!”

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

“Over here, Professor! This way!”

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

But why…?

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

“Woah!”

You supposed you had forgotten to warn Ashe.

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

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

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

“I will bring you to Mercedes.”

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

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

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

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

“...then…this boy…?”

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

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

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

“Will she be alright?”

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

A moment of silence.

“Where is his Highness?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let me know what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He did pass out.”

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

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

“Professor? What is it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Agh- What the hell, Professor?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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r0-boat · 2 years ago

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Be Beating my still heart

M!Byleth x fem! reader Drabble in Byleth's pov.

" I wonder what the professor thinks about on his off time?"🤔

With nothing but the scratching of my pen against my paper being my company as I grade my students' work. My concentration is on Today's assignment and tomorrow's lesson plan. The candle's flickering flame cast its golden glow on the pile of tasks, notes, and other aimless clutter on my desk.

However, tonight, like the ones before, my thoughts begin to drift. I feel slight irritation that my thoughts begin to affect my duty, but at the same time, welcome the memories from whence we talked last. The teacher assistant for Manuela... and she was lucky to have you.

My pen slowed to a stop as I lost myself in my own thoughts. Her enthusiasm was infectious. I could feel the excitement in her voice when she talked about something she loved. And that smile. My favorite one; it was addicting to see. Brighter than the light of the candle on my desk, as hot and passionate as the flame that burns. My hot tea grew colder and colder as it sat untouched, and my attention was my conversation, her smile bringing out mine. It's pretty rare to get her all to myself since she always works or tutors the students around the monastery. Is it selfish to crave more?

Ever since I found out the truth that my heart does not beat, I wondered if I was even capable of feeling stronger emotions. But the fluttery feeling in my stomach when I hear that cute laugh is unmistakable. A sense so foreign, so raw, and a little frightening, and yet I can't get enough. I could feel it now, the heat around my face and a weight being on my chest.

What is it that you like, I wonder? I want to know her more... I want to memorize her favorite foods. I want to ease her discomfort and keep that bright smile on her face. I want her to share everything she loves with me, as I'm willing to do for her. I want to protect her, hold her close, and cherish her.

I want to hear the beat that I do not have. Will it be faster if I lean against her chest? Will I hear her breath shake like mine? Will she run her fingers through my hair like I've been dreaming to do to hers?

My thoughts ran wild, my candle long burnt out as I sat in the darkness, laying my head on the desk, the shadows hiding my softened look, my arms hiding my pink cheeks.

....

I wonder what father would have thought of her?

#fe16 byleth #byleth fire emblem #m!byleth #byleth x reader #fe byleth #byleth eisner #fe three houses #fire emblem 3 houses #fe3h byleth #fe3h x reader #M!Byleth x reader #Male Byleth

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moodyl69 · 1 year ago

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rules :3

general

♡ i usually write in bulletpoint form or short drabbles! no big series or chunks of writing except on my ao3

♡ 3 characters per request please!

♡ i'm usually really busy with life, please be patient with me!

♡ if a request makes me uncomfortable, i can and will deny it

what i will write

♡ fandoms i write for include:

fe16 (all characters except for ashen wolves)

few3h (all playable characters)

pjsk (all units, no vocaloids)

stardew valley (coming soon, give me a few months to actually play the game LOL)

♡ romantic, platonic, familial, polyam relationships, reader x canon (i write canon x canon for fe3h/few3h as well as reader x canon)

♡ fluff + angst (i'm not good at hurt no comfort but i can still try)

♡ all gendered readers! i'll usually stick to gn unless it's specified

what i will NOT write

♡ explicit nsfw (i'm still a minor + generally uncomfortable with writing stuff like that anyway)

♡ yandere, sa of any kind, ed of any kind, age regressing (personal preferences)

#rules

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mommymooze · 4 years ago

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How to Fake Date a Honey Badger

Felix Fraldarius x reader

Modern AU

Felix is lying face down on the table. His brows are deeply furrowed, he is gritting his teeth. He needs to speak up.

“Damn! Do you have to bend my leg back that far?” He fumes.

“Gotta get that range of motion back to where it should be.” You answer as you concentrate on stretching muscles that haven’t been for a few weeks. You make a note in the charts. You’re a physical therapist, working on the knee and calf injury Felix Fraldarius sustained while fencing.

“Get over to the ladder drills.” You order. He knows what to do since he’s been here several times a week for six weeks. “On your toes! Only the toes. Don’t let your heel drop.”

While he runs through his exercises you move to a little old lady recovering from a double knee replacement. You get her situated on the exercise bike. As she makes the pedals turn, the blue haired woman begins to cuss like a sailor.

“If that’s what it takes Gladys, do it. You’re really working hard.” You respond, giving her a light pat on the shoulder. She smiles at you briefly, then begins swearing at the pain in her knees again.

Felix has finished his ladder drills, doing a few lunges, walking around and stretching his legs. You hand him a few bands and he sits on a bench working on stretches. He decides to check his phone.

[Sylvain] Hey Fe, party 2morrow. Need me 2 set up a date?

“Fuck.” He mumbles under his breath. He totally forgot. Last time was a complete disaster. The girl Sylvain set him up with must have been part octopus, couldn’t keep her hands to herself and she never shut up. Where the hell is he going to find a date? He doesn’t have time outside of classes and fencing.

“You doing okay over there, Felix?” You ask as you guide Gladys up and down the stairs. You saw him sitting there staring off into space.

“Yeah.” He answers, getting back to working on resistance with the bands.

“It’s supposed to be a lovely weekend, do you have plans?” Gladys asks as she makes it off the steps, walking around to the other side to go back up then down.

“Sunday I’m taking gramma to the grocery store. No other plans.” You answer, holding her elbow as a precaution as she starts up the stairs.

“A pretty girl like you doesn’t have a hot date tonight? I’ve got a grandson that I bet would love to meet you.” Gladys stops and smiles at you hopefully.

“Concentrate dear. You need to put your foot down completely before you start to lift the other one.” You instruct her, quickly changing the subject. She finishes her exercises then one of your workers takes her to be iced down.

“Sorry about that Felix, thanks for waiting a moment. Ready for some leg extensions?” You wave him to come over as you adjust the weights on the machine.

“Sure. Sounds like you have an exciting weekend planned.” Felix slides into the seat, putting his feet under the cushioned bar.

“Gladys means well, but her grandson is almost 40. He’s a little old for me. I’m only 24.” You adjust his foot position. “Do 10 with both legs, slowly. You may feel a bit of a burn, let me know if there is any pain.

Felix takes hold of the hand grips and slowly lifts and lowers the weight. “I thought you were older than that.”

“Only child, went through the gifted program. Started college at 15. Completed my doctorate almost 2 years ago. People always think I’m older.” You shrug.

It’s now or never, he thinks to himself. Felix bites the bullet, “So, have you heard of fake dating? I have a problem.”

You chuckle. “Really? Can’t say I’ve ever done it but go on.” Your eyes light up.

“Every year my friends have this stupid party. I don’t really date, don’t have time for it. But if I don’t bring one, they set me up and it’s always a disaster. You’ve seen me enough to know I’m not the friendliest or most talkative guy. I don’t have time to waste on fraternizing with women and all of that. I just need someone to go with me and pretend that they tolerate me for an evening.”

“This isn’t going to be a wild and crazy sorority party, is it? I can’t handle that much noise and chaos.” You frown.

Felix shakes his head, “Nothing like that. We’ve grown past beer pong and that shit. The music is on, but you can still hear and talk over it.”

“This is a party where everyone keeps their clothes on, I hope.” You chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. You’d freak out if he says no.

“Of course they keep them on!” Felix looks daggers at you. “What kind of creepy people do you think I would hang out with?”

You shrug. “Takes all kinds to make a world, just want to stay in my comfort zone.”

“Oh.” Felix does a few more lifts. “A lot of sitting around and bullshitting, drinking and eating, then everyone goes home.”

“It doesn’t sound too wild and crazy. So, when is it?” You stop him from lifting and adjust the weight. “Each leg 20 times.”

“Tomorrow at seven pm.” He grunts as he lifts with his recovering leg first.

“That doesn’t give us a lot of time to get to know each other, but we can make it work."

Felix’s jaw drops open. “We have to know each other?”

“If you’re pretending to be dating someone, you at least have to put on a good front. Unless you want to have them think you picked me up at a gas station.” You smirk.

“Crap. Didn’t think of that.” Felix goes back to doing more lifts.

“Let’s hang out together tomorrow. Let me see what you do, get to know each other for a bit.” You can’t believe you are agreeing to this. Yes, you think he’s cute and rather well built, but you’ve never dated a client before. Well this really isn’t a date, right?

“Okay. I get up early, head out to the gym first thing. I can’t compete until the doctor releases me, so the afternoon is open.” Felix answers. Taking out his cell phone he responds to Sylvain.

[me] I’ve got it covered.

Felix suddenly gets a text from an unknown number. Just as he goes to delete it you interrupt him.

“Texted you my number, just in case. What time do you want me at your place?”

“How about 7:30. I hate to work out when the gym is full. Too many muscle-headed idiots around.” He answers.

“Come on, you need to be on ice for at least 10 minutes before I let you go.” You wipe down the machine as he heads to his assigned room. You mold three icepacks around his leg and leave him in peace as you head to your desk to make note of today’s treatments.

Felix pulls out his phone, he’s got another text.

[Sylvain] What! You have a date? On your own? I must see this.

[me] Shut up. We’ll be there.

[Sylvain] ::googly eyed emoji::

[me] ::middle finger emoji::

“Times up.” You announce as you head in and take the ice packs off. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning, honey.”

“No. No cutesy name.” Felix grunts.

“Fine, crabass.” You snip.

Arriving outside of the apartment complex five minutes early, you are not surprised to see Felix standing outside with his gym bag in hand waiting for you. You unlock the car doors, he throws his bag in the back seat and gets in the car.

“I hope you weren’t waiting long for me, crabass.” You coo.

“No on that one too.” Felix mutters.

“Ja, mein Schnuckiputzi.” You grin as you head to the gym.

“I don’t even know what the hell that means, I don’t like it.” He complains.

There are a few other people at the gym, too many for Felix’s liking, but he works out anyway. You put on your knee braces and join him for his warmup run.

“You have good running shoes.” He points.

“Gotta have the right equipment for the job. Yours are great too. People have no idea how they can hurt themselves with poor footwear.” You comment as you complete your stretches.

“Why the knee braces?”

“Car accident. Shattered my right kneecap, made a mess of things. It really got me interested in therapy.” You tighten your ponytail and head to the track.

Both of you run on the inside track that is elevated above the exercise machines and weightlifting area for thirty minutes. Then it’s time for weight training. The first time you correct Felix’s stance or actions, he huffs. Then you explain the muscle groups that he is working on, how they can be strained or even injured if completed incorrectly as well as the proper breathing to go with each set of repetitions, he relents.

One of the gym’s personal trainers arrives and greets you warmly. You chat with him for some time, Felix continues with his workout.

“Where do you know him from?” Felix tries not to raise an eyebrow.

“When you’re in the business, you get to know people. We’ve been to classes together. There are seminars held all the time for continuing education. The good trainers will keep learning and stay on top of the latest developments.” You shrug.

After a thorough workout, it is too early to get lunch, but Felix agrees to stop at a smoothie place to get a quick protein boost. Yours has more fruit than his, he gets double protein.

“Here’s yours, stud muffin.” You say, handing him his smoothie.

“No, that one is disgusting.” Felix complains.

Arriving back at his apartment complex, he leads you to his unit. Opening the door, you are happily surprised that his place is clean enough to be acceptable, but not so clean as to be anal about it. Cat toys are scattered here and there about the room.

“I’ll give you the nickel tour, then I guess you want to shower.” Felix closes the door and leads you about the apartment. He throws his bag on his bed in his room and leaves you at the bathroom.

Of course, the toilet seat is up. You flip the whole thing shut and get out your soap and sundried items. The water is nice and hot, and shower is much enjoyed. He even left out two towels and a washcloth for you. You come out with your hair down, wearing a t shirt, jean shorts and socks.

“Where’s your cat?” You ask, looking around.

“Zoltan. He’s shy around new people. You may not get to meet him.” Felix answers before taking his bag in the bathroom for his shower.

While he is preoccupied, you poke around in the kitchen. One cabinet is full of protein powder and supplements for power smoothies. Another has at least ten bottles of hot sauce, all of them labeled firey hot or instant death, or liquid lava. A selection of nuts and seeds, probably to add to protein shakes. Dishes, a stack of paper plates, plastic storage containers, the usual stuff.

Checking the fridge it has three dozen eggs, butter, two tubs of nonfat Greek yogurt, soy milk and almond milk, both unsweetened, kale and baby spinach, hot salsas, a few beers, gatorades and cold bottles of water.

You scope out the living room. His desk is there with books for class. A rack of decorative swords on the wall, a few fencing foils and épée stacked in a corner with several gloves. Bookshelves filled with books on fencing, swords, armor, history of the same, reference books for classes and what appear to be a few old textbooks. Television, coffee table, Nintendo switch, Xbox, the standard staples of a bachelor’s pad. One older couch, two overstuffed chairs, one cat.

You take a seat on the couch that is furthest from Zoltan. The cat has been watching you walk around, not moving from its comfy chair. You pull out your phone to check your texts. A quick text goes to Yuri, letting him know everything is cool. Felix hasn’t slit your throat or left you in an alley to die. You give him the address, Felix’s phone number, and a copy of his driver’s license that you nabbed from work, just to put his mind at ease. Yuri texts back saying Felix is clean and have a good time. Try not to do anything he would do.

Looking up from your phone you try not to look Zoltan in the eyes as he jumps on the couch to check you out. You hold still and stare at your phone. He sniffs you, moving up your arm, then getting on his hind legs to sniff you close to your ear. He senses no danger, so he lays down next to your leg. Slowly you reach over behind his head to pet his back. It seems Zoltan warms up much faster than his companion, as he is purring and rubbing his face on your hand.

Zoltan is very photogenic and loves to pose for you. You take various shots of him batting a toy, perched on the arm of the couch like a regal lion, and he even poses nicely for a few selfies. You make one of the selfie’s your lock screen.

Felix comes down the hallway to see you sitting on the couch, scratching his cat’s stomach.

“Huh. He won’t let me scratch his stomach. Asshat always bites me.” He huffs.

“Come up behind me and lean over my shoulder. We need a selfie or two. Gotta make this believable.” You ask.

Felix bends down, closer to your face level but too far behind you with a stern look on his face. You take a few shots.

“Look over at Zoltan.” You ask. His face immediately softens and he moves closer to get a good look at his pet. After four more pictures you are satisfied.

Felix comes around and plops into a chair. “So what else do we need to do?”

“Birthdays if anyone asks. Yours is Pegasus Moon on the 20th. For mine, same Moon, cut the 20 in half. 10th Pegasus Moon. I love cats, Zoltan is a sweetie. Check out these pictures I took.” You hand him your phone as he swipes through them.

He keeps swiping through the photos, asking about a few of them. Some of them were of a conference in Derdriu. There are photos of fish, crabs and other creatures in the shallow waters.

“Do you like going to the beach?” Felix asks.

You blush. “When I was a kid, I dreamed of being a Marine Biologist. My father and I took diving classes and for my certification I had to go to a depth of 30 meters, which is about 4 atmospheres of pressure. I tried several times but it was too much for me. I could go 20, but 30 was too much pressure and made me claustrophobic. Snorkeling is great, but mostly I go see fish at aquariums.”

“I’ve always liked swords.” Felix shares, “Their history, the different types and ways of wielding them, how they are made. I have a large collection at home. Fencing scholarships have helped pay for some of my college. Majoring in business, my old man wants me to follow in his footsteps, but…yeah.”

“You even named your cat after a master weaponsmith.” You add, grabbing your phone from the coffee table.

“You actually know that?” Felix looks at you in disbelief. “Girls usually aren’t interested in swords. I have to explain that my cat isn’t named after an alien from another planet to most people.”

“So what else do you do when you have free time? Movies? Books? Video games?”

Felix ponders for a moment. “Early college years, when my friends and I were in the dorms, there were a lot of Smash brothers and Mario Kart tournaments. But with the crush of the last year of school, tough classes, major tournaments, I haven’t had the time. Haven’t seen some of the people that will be at the party for the last few months, maybe longer.”

“Is everyone close in age?” You ask as you lift Zoltan in your lap and take a few more pictures of him, sneaking one or two of Felix when he’s not looking.

“Yeah. Most of us grew up together.” He muses, “Sylvain is two years older than me. He’s one of the oldest. My best friend growing up. He pisses me off a lot, but we still have each other’s backs.”

“The best kind of friends are ones that know all about you, and still like you anyway.” You laugh.

“Do you have a lot of friends? What do you do besides work?” Felix asks.

“I have friends here and there. My parents moved several times with my father’s job. It was hard to make friends in college because of the age difference. They’re all looking for older friends to buy them alcohol, not someone the same age as their kid brother that plays with Pokémon cards.”

“I read tons of books on many subjects, play video games, single player mostly like Zelda or strategy RPG’s. I travel for work, so its difficult to have pets. Maybe that’s why Zoltan is okay with me. He knows I can use some kitty cuddles.” You say as he lazily snoozes on your lap.

“Hey, we should get some lunch. There’s a new Korean BBQ place that just opened up, they’re pretty good.” Felix suggests.

“Sounds great. I can’t say I can handle as spicy as you, but I’m down for it. Let me pay since you’re taking me to the party tonight.” You offer.

Felix grabs the menu and you decide on a few items. You call it in on your credit card. Soon the food arrives and you’re in the kitchen having lunch together. Felix hits the cabinet with the hot sauce dumping even more heat on the already spicy foods. He offers to share, but you remind him you didn’t bring a fire extinguisher for your internal organs.

Pulling out a pad and paper you make a quick hit list for both of you to memorize before this evening. How you met, how long you’ve been dating (you agreed to use his 6 weeks of physical therapy as the time.) Favorite colors, favorite foods and strange little things to make the list complete.

You both are pretty reserved, so no kissing. You know Felix is not a person that reacts well to unexpected touch so you will warn him before you attempt any PDA, not touching any skin, and can only do it when he isn’t facing anyone. (Although you think his face flushing red is cute, he vehemently disagrees.)

“Why do we need that anyway?” Felix bemoans.

“Oh come on, you’ve never done a little hot dogging before? Pulled a few fancy moves out of your ass to show your opponent what you are truly capable of?” You give him a nudge on his shoulder with your hand.

“I think we can do this.” Felix suddenly announces.

“Great, because I need to start getting ready. Grab anything you need from the bathroom because I have to do all of that fancy girly crap that they will be expecting.” You warn.

He grabs a few things and takes them to his bedroom.

“It’s all yours.” He announces.

Twenty minutes later you walk into the living room to see if he approves. You are wearing a low cut, close fitting black dress just above your knees with low heeled slingback shoes, cat eye makeup, a rolled hair bun and glittering dangling earrings with a matching necklace.

Felix coughs into his hand as his eyes go wide. “That’ll do.”

“Great! Let’s go, my gorgeous hunk of man meat.” You smile.

“Definitely not.” He says as he follows you to the door.

The ride to the party is quiet except for Felix providing directions. He tells you the best place to park the car, then hurries around to help open your door. He offers you his elbow and you take it.

“We can do this.” You smile.

“Yeah.” He answers, swallowing hard.

Felix barely knocks at the door once and it opens.

“Hey buddy! Good to see ya!” A friendly redheaded guy grabs Felix and pulls him to his chest in a brief hug. “And who is this gorgeous lady you’ve brought with you?”

Felix awkwardly introduces you and announces that this is Sylvain Gautier.

You extend your hand and warmly smile at him. “It’s nice to finally meet you Sylvain.”

Sylvain grabs your hand, pulling you close to his chest, giving you a half hug with his other arm. “We’re all friends here. Come on in!”

You enter what you would call a mansion, the place is huge. Sylvain is ‘house sitting’ for his parents who are somewhere in another country for a month.

Sylvain gestures like a flight attendant giving their pre takeoff speech. “The bathrooms are over there, most of what’s happening is in here, the room to the left and one in the back. They’re roasting…stuff in the back yard. Drinks and snacks are straight down this hall. Enjoy!”

Felix announces that he needs a drink, grabs your hand and heads straight down the hallway. You find yourself in a large kitchen, the countertop is filled with different types of alcohol and mixers. Smaller tables are around the sides of the room filled with a number of savory treats and delicious looking sweets.

You turn around to the sound of ice clinking in a glass as Felix pours whiskey over the top of it. You fill a glass with a few ice cubes halfway with orange juice, the rest with white soda and add a touch of grenadine. Grabbing a pair of tongs you drop a maraschino cherry on top for color.

“No alcohol?” Felix raises an eyebrow.

“I’m the double D, enjoy yourself my funky monkey.” You grin.

Felix nearly spits his drink back into the glass. “Don’t ever say that one again.”

You laugh, lightly touching his shoulder. He turns away looking at the rooms, trying to decide which way to go. He picks a direction, and you follow behind.

You’re back in the front parlor. A blonde and brunette woman are deep in a conversation by the window. Felix stops in front of a petite redheaded woman sitting next to a dapper young man with silvery blonde hair.

Felix completes the introductions. Ashe is polite and speaks with a soft voice. Annette is a happy bubbly woman and is gushing with excitement about how elegant the house is and how everything is overly fancy and the decorations are simply divine and she loves your earrings.

Just as you turn to say something to Felix, Sylvain grabs him by the arm. “I have to steal him for a minute, I promise to bring him back.”

Taking a seat on the couch you find out more about Annette and Ashe. Annette is going to graduate this year with a degree in primary education. She definitely has the energy and personality to make it with young children. Ashe is graduating from culinary school and hopes to some day have his own restaurant. He makes some suggestions describing certain dishes and desserts he prepared for tonight’s party and you promise to partake of some.

An elegantly dressed woman enters in the room, coughing slightly so that all eyes are upon her. She chuckles to herself as she glances about the room, deciding to meet eyes with you. She floats over to the couch and sits delicately next to you.

“You must be accompanying Felix, are you not?” She smiles with every one of her over whitened teeth. “My name is Constance, however you are allowed to call me Coco. I am dating THE Sylvain Gautier. It was only inevitable. I am of good breeding and amazing social status. He does have an amazing and outgoing personality that would complement our families greatly. I am a fine specimen of a woman myself and hopefully our union will be the most perfect in all of Fodlan!”

You smile at the woman who is monologuing at you, not exactly sure how you are to respond. “That’s wonderful. I am sooo happy for you.”

“Yes, you should be.” She nods, her curls in her hair bouncing as a result. “We have been dating for over two glorious and amazing weeks. He is the perfect man. Always so considerate send me flowers every day. Does Felix do that for you?”

“I’m not really a big flowers person so we don’t do that.” You shake your head. “Also we have to be concerned about the cat. Zoltan could be poisoned by certain flowers.”

Constance crinkles her nose at the mention of cats. “Does he take you to the opera? The opera is wonderful, we sit in reserved areas for his company and have exclusive meetings with the performers after the show.”

“No, I can’t say I’ve ever been to the opera.“ You shake your head.

“What about concerts?” Constance suggests. “Watching performers live on stage, are they not amazing?“

Taking a sip from your drink you pause. Well, I have only been to one or two in my life. I’m not usually a large crowds person, neither is Felix.”

Constance scoffs, waving her glass in the air, “What do you even do together?“

“We like working out, running, he fences of course. And he’s busy with school. I’ve graduated and I’m working.”

“Oh.” Constance gasps. “Working. Really?

Felix saunters into the room, stopping in front of you. “Um, you look like you could use a refill?”

You stand to join him, turning back to Constance, “It was nice to meet you.”

Felix heads for the kitchen, you are hanging on to the cuff of his suitcoat. He pours another whiskey on the rocks while you repeat your last concoction. Just as you place the cherry on top, Sylvain stands across from the two of you. He stares at your face then at the cherry, back at your face. Really? Okay.

You pop the stemmed cherry in your mouth while Felix picks through different bottles of booze on the counter. Felix asks Sylvain about a certain kind of whiskey. Sylvain glances at you before he turns away, just in time to see you stick your tongue out with the knotted cherry stem. You notice the tips of his ears are quite red as he heads to a cabinet.

You softly whisper into Felix’s ear, your breath warm, “Doing okay, handsome baby boo?”

“Not that one either.” He mumbles as he takes a drink from his glass. “I’m fine. You okay?”

Reaching out to straighten the collar of his shirt you answer, “I’m fine, just missed you.” You say in a singsongy girly tone, wink, then nod toward Sylvain.

Felix stands there a second then. “Oh.” He nods. Then smiles the tiniest bit.

You pat him on the chest. “Good boy.” He smiles wider.

Sylvain returns with the requested bottle and Felix high fives him in thanks for the alcohol. Felix drains his glass then fills it with the new liquid. He leads you to a different room, couches and chairs here and there, the room is a bit darker, with dark wood screaming luxury and elegance. A blue haired woman sits in the center of a couch, it is evident the friend she was sitting next to is absent.

When your eyes meet hers they go wide. You both squeal with excitement as you run to each other and hug tightly!

“By! Is it really you?!” You squeal.

“I can’t believe it! I have not seen you in over 10 years!” Byleth gasps.

“You two know each other?” Felix looks a little confused, a little relaxed too with how much alcohol must be in his system.

“We used to live across the street from each other. We were in grade school together.” You smile.

Byleth pulls you over to the couch so you two can reminisce and catch up. Felix takes a seat to the side of you, watching the conversation quietly.

Byleth fills you in on things going on in her life, how she met Dimitri and she’s been working on meeting everyone in their group. She’s delighted Felix has such a wonderful girlfriend like you, you two will be great for each other, etc.

“Hey, did you become a Marine Biologist like you always wanted?” She laughs.

Felix leans over and pats your knee, “Show her those pictures you took in Derdriu” he nods and waves his glass gingerly.

You open your phone gallery and Byleth stops you. “Is that Zoltan? I’ve never been able to see him! I’ve been to his place two or three times with Dimitri but he always hides! He’s so fluffy!”

“That’s because Zoltan is smart and runs when Dimitri shows up.” Felix says curtly.

You show her a couple others of Zoltan and a cute selfie of the two of you. Then you flip to pictures of the shallow waters of Derdriu and the cute octopus you found on a patch of seaweed.

“No. I didn’t make it as one. I still love it though. I’m into physical therapy.” You finish answering her question as a very tall blond male with a ponytail comes to stand next to Byleth.

Byleth makes the introduction between you and Dimitri Blaiddyd. You laugh because you know him too! He has a hard time remembering, but when you tell him you were much smaller and even more petite, he had gone in for physical therapy because of a rugby injury and you were working on his ankle. Finally, the light goes off in his head and you laugh together about it.

Felix suddenly stands up and asks if you need a refill. You notice that his glass is suddenly empty, it wasn’t two seconds ago. You drink yours down to the ice and thank him for getting you a refill.

You chat with Byleth and Dimitri about how he was a patient during your clinicals and find out more about the two of them. After a few minutes more of chatting, you notice that Felix hasn’t returned. You excuse yourself to head to the ladies room. Dimitri is kind enough to provide detailed directions.

Felix heads to the kitchen, slamming the glasses on the counter. This is a party for him and his friends and his date looks like she’s having more fun that he is. Why did he even ask her to…oh fuck. This was his idea, he told her to try to fit in. She’s done nothing wrong. He’s just being his same bastard self. He takes a few cleansing breaths, gotta air his brain out. He’s only had two, no, three, is this his fourth drink? Damn, he better slow down. He just wants to leave, he hates this so much.

He drops three large ice cubes into his glass and pours the good stuff Sylvain finally brought out. As he is pouring his drink, he hears you come up behind him.

You whisper to him, “We talked about this. Don’t jump. I’m going to hug you lightly.” You slide your hands along Felix’s waist, he is all muscle, you can’t stop the soft moan from your lips. You wrap your arms around his stomach and then place your chin as high as you can on his shoulder.

Felix slightly flinches at first, but then relaxes as he feels your hands coming across his stomach, your chest pushed against his back. This actually feels nice he thinks. He suddenly stops pouring alcohol into his cup, it almost overflowed. Fuck. How is he so distracted? He takes a couple sips out of his drink, the liquid burning all the way down his throat.

You whisper in his ear, “Can you see Sylvain reflected in the glass of the stove?”

You hope he can because Sylvain is trying so hard not watch. His jaw is open wide.

You nuzzle Felix’s neck, “Sylvain is definitely staring.”

“Fuck him,” he says softly. He breaks out of the hug and turns. “Do you want another drink?”

“I think I will.” You answer, refilling your glass. “Are you doing okay?”

“Fine. I’m fine.” Felix says, whether he believes it, that’s another story.

Annette comes in to fill her plate with more food. “Have you tried these cucumber things? They are delicious!” She grins.

“Show me a few of those things Ashe was talking about. If we have a master chef in the making around here, I want to be able to say I tasted his excellent cooking before he was famous.” You laugh. “Why don’t you have a bite or two, Felix?

“You know I don’t like sweets.” He frowns, folding his arms on his chest.

You take your drink and plate and head out to the back yard, hoping a change of scenery will help lighten the mood, but Felix didn’t follow you. There is supposed to be a fire of some kind and you feel like a little fresh air is in order.

Ashe is sitting at the large firepit with a very tall white haired man who is turning some metal baskets over the coals.

“Hey, what do you think of the cookies?” Ashe asks.

“They are delicious of course!” You answer with a smile. Looking at his companion you greet him, “Hello to you too.”

Ashe introduces Dedue Molinaro. “He is already a master chef and just opened his own restaurant featuring spicy Duscur food.“

“It is an honor to meet you.” You curtsey a bit. “I love your restaurant and order from there all the time. It’s only two blocks from my PT office on Springfield.”

“I know of the place.” Dedue nods.

Sitting with Dedue and Ashe is pleasant until you notice there are quite a few couples out here getting very close with each other. The kicker is when you notice Ashe and Dedue are holding hands. Just as Dedue finishes removing some meat kebabs and skewered fruits from the fire, you offer to take the food inside.

As you arrive at the back door, Sylvain waves at you. Your hands are full, and you nod to the door handle. Finally, he pulls the door open as you walk inside. Sylvain has been in the kitchen, talking with Felix, whose glass is already half empty again.

“Here, this isn’t sweet.” You tell Felix as you wave a meat kebab in front of him. He opens his mouth and you put the first piece into it as he pulls it from the stick.

“Good boy.” You tell him as you hand him the kebab and take the rest of them over to the table, grabbing a fruit kebab for yourself. You wish you could feed him something more substantial, but that will have to do.

Felix talks with Sylvain for a few more minutes. When there is a break in the conversation you decide to speak up.

“It’s getting kinda late and you have a busy day tomorrow.” You say softly.

“Right.” Felix downs the rest of his drink, slamming the glass on the counter. “We have to hit the road, be seeing ya.” He says to Sylvain as he grabs your hand and heads for the door.

“Bye.” You smile and wave as Felix drags you out of the house. You wanted to leave but had no idea Felix would directly bolt out the door like this.

He nearly stumbles as you make it back to your car. You open the door while he slides in and hand him the seatbelt. He takes it in his hand and looks up to you. You nod and he puts it on.

Plugging in your phone and gps you start the car and head back to his apartment. Felix doesn’t say a word. By the time you arrive at his apartment he is asleep in the front seat. Before you get out you text Yuri that you’re okay and getting Felix into his apartment.

Opening Felix’s car door, you shake him a bit, but he only mumbles.

“Get up, gotta get you inside.” You unbuckle his seatbelt and pull his arm. Felix stands while you put an arm around him to keep him upright and the two of you stumble towards the door. You walk him to the door of his apartment, and he is half asleep again.

“Wake up, get your key out.” You order.

Felix fumbles in his pocket finally pulling out his key. You unlock the door and maneuver him inside. He stumbles to the bathroom. You head to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of Gatorade as you hear him getting rid of the rest of the booze from his stomach.

Zoltan rubs against your ankle, you refill his food bowl and get him some fresh water. He’s master isn’t going to be capable of this for a few hours, it’s the least you can do for the adorable kitty.

Taking a deep breath, you head to the bathroom to find Felix sitting on the floor, hanging on to the side of the bathtub. You throw his arm around your shoulder trying to get him to stand up.

“Hey, Spiky McAsshat! We need to get you to bed to sleep this off.” You encourage him.

“Rude.” He says loudly in your ear. “But true.”

You haul him to his room and sit him on his bed, handing him the Gatorade. He opens it and takes a healthy drink while you take his shoes off. You’re able to grab the bottle before he falls on his back onto his bed. Putting the cap on lightly you leave the bottle on his nightstand and put his feet up onto his bed, tossing the cover over him.

You leave a note in the kitchen saying you had a nice time and head home.

Just as you get inside the door to your apartment, you receive a text.

[Byleth] Hope you don’t mind but I took your number down when you handed me your phone. Felix looked pretty wasted. Hope you both made it home okay.

[me] We’re fine. I wouldn’t be surprised if he sleeps all day. Glad to see you again and I hope we can hang out soon!

You curse yourself as you realize you forgot your bag at Felix’s place. He’ll probably bring it back when he has his next therapy session. You wash up and head for bed.

The next morning you head over to your gramma’s house and have a wonderful visit. You show her the photos of Felix and his cat, a few you had taken at the party. She comments about what a nice looking man he is and that she’s thrilled you’re doing something besides just working and how you’re too sweet to wind up being an old maid.

You help her put the groceries away and once she is settled to your satisfaction you head back to your apartment. Just as you drop your bag, you have a text.

[Felix] Hey

[me] I hope you are feeling better.

[Felix] I want to apologize

[me] For what? Nothing went wrong, did it?

[Felix] Let me apologize. You left your stuff here.

[me] No need for a special trip, bring it to your next appointment.

[Felix] Aren’t you angry?

[me] No. You need to take care of yourself. Eat some good food, rehydrate, pet your cat. I’ll see you Tuesday.

That was a strange conversation, you think to yourself.

Monday morning you open the office, start the coffee pot and check voice mails. There is a delivery from the local florist addressed to you. You place the container of purple hyacinths on your desk. There’s no card, but you know who they are from. You’re not sure why he feels sorry. Felix was fine the entire night. Maybe because he got sick? But it was in his bathroom, not your car, so it really wasn’t that bad. You shrug it off and greet the next patient as they come in the door.

Tuesday and Thursday are your late days. One of your employees opens, you close. Felix arrives in the afternoon at his scheduled time, striding straight over to where you are working with Betty.

“Hello Felix. I’ll be with you in a moment. Let’s put you in room 4 today.” You continue working with Betty as he stomps off to his room to change into shorts.

Finishing the current exercise, you set Betty up with lawnmower pulls. You watch her complete the first two, then remind her to bend her knees. Encouraging her with a “You’ve got it!” you head to the rooms and knock on the wall outside room 4.

Felix jumps off the exam table looking all wound up.

“I want…we need…let’s talk.” Felix blurts out, sounding frustrated, fiddling with his hands.

You look him in the eye and keep your voice soft and low. “This is my job. We can talk after hours. You’re here for your therapy, lets get that done like we always do, okay?” You try to keep your voice even, a bit restrained without sounding too bossy. Besides, regular habits and procedures should help him calm down.

Felix doesn’t look you in the eye, however he does nod. He looks like he is literally biting his tongue.

“Get on the table on your stomach so I can take some measurements.” You say in your normal work voice.

Felix complies then you wrap the heating pads around his thigh and calf. “Fifteen minutes then we’ll work on stretches and exercises.

Just as you put ice on Betty for her cool down, the timer goes off to begin with Felix. You advise Betty to leave the packs on the table, she can leave when she’s done cooling down.

Removing the heating pads, you stretch Felix’s leg muscles, loosening them up for the floor exercises. You know something is definitely wrong because he doesn’t say one word.

“Ladder drills...” You begin.

Felix interrupts you, “Toes only. Got it.” He takes a deep breath and begins the drill sequence.

You notice Betty is opening her curtain, she hands you the ice packs as she heads for the door. You remind her of her next appointment. Walking her to the door you lock the door behind her, grabbing gloves and wipes. You wipe down the machines furthest from Felix as you keep him moving, switching to his bands then you need to help him with the machines. Once he’s completed his exercises, you get him on ice, make your notes and wait for him to come out.

Felix walks from the room to stand in front of your desk. You shut off the computer as he approaches.

“Thank you for the flowers.” You smile.

“We can talk now?” He asks, not looking you in the eye again.

You grab your bag from under your desk and lead him out the door. Once in the back parking lot you toss your bag into your car’s trunk.

“Want to go for a walk? Are you hungry?” You ask. You know better than to look at him, he has a lot in common with his cat. You’ll have to wait until he is ready.

Felix shrugs, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He walks alongside you, looking at where you are going what is going on around you, but never quite at you.

You stop three blocks away at a carry out restaurant and get in line at the window. You don’t bother asking him, you order food and wait for it at the other window. Once you take the bag, he takes it from you, carrying it. You take him to a public park that is well lit, even when the sun goes down. Finding a table to the side you unload the contents onto the table, placing several containers in front of him, others in front of you, the last in the middle of the table next to sauces, napkins, condiments in the center of the table, and a small stack of hot pepper packets in front of him. A bottle of water for each of you.

Felix holds his hands out in front of him. “It’s things like this. How do you…?”

“You like spices, the heat, the challenge of it. The burn is like adrenaline to you, how much can you take before it wins? You will even tolerate sweet if the heat is there. Sweet by itself is boring to downright nauseating. Full strength alcohol with a good bite, that’s also your style. Bitterness of beer is acceptable, you’re not picky there.”

Felix nods.

“We should eat. The food is good.” You open your bottle of water and take a drink.

Felix opens the box and finds three spicy meat kebabs, dried peppers stuck to the meat by a sinus opening spicy sauce cooked onto them. They smell delicious and taste even better.

“Just because I can identify a few things that you like and pick up on a few nonverbal cues, it doesn’t mean I know everything about you. You do the same thing in fencing when you face an opponent, size them up watch their every single movement, twitch, hitch, and reaction. You know the techniques, the expected reactions on their part and how yours should correspond.” You stop for another drink of water.

Felix nods, then nonverbally asks for a moment while he finishes chewing. “Still, most women would have poured me out onto the pavement and left. You made sure I was safe. You even fed my damn cat.”

“It wasn’t the cat’s fault you were too drunk to feed it.” You look away so he can’t see you smile. “What I’m trying to say is the more I got to know about you, the more I want to know more. Your friends speak highly of you, even with your spiky attitude.”

“Zoltan seems to like you. He has a damn good judge of character.” Felix nods and smiles. “So…uh…can we have a real date?”

“Felix,” you smile. “Isn’t that what we’re doing right now?”

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uhhhhyandere · 5 years ago

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👉👈 more yandere dimitri pls,,, that last one you wrote,,,, WHEW

haha idk where this was going or like... what the plot is or even what it’s about... but i had fun HAHAHA and literally all that matters

so here’s 8k words of purple prose and pointlessness and idk what else i love him so much... also not proofread bc I'm lazy. y’all stan a lazy ass author.

warnings: gory, death of minor characters, kinda bloody too, injury, manipulation

”It’s stupid. I-I don’t think… I just don’t want to get my hopes up, Annie. It’s been years…” With Garreg Mach looming on the cliffside, memories began to resurface with each field and decrepit village you, Annette, and Mercedes passed. They were fields where you would train relentlessly in the early hours of the day. An excuse, you think, to see him more. Innocent enough. Who wouldn’t want to improve their skill with the future King of Faerghus? Under those very trees is where you would have clandestine meetings at the same time beginning after the celebration of your victory at the Battle of the Eagle and Lion. Undeniably, the best night of your life.

You silently thanked Sylvain for slipping into the wine cellars and claiming you all had to finish the stolen bottles and clear the evidence. The only people still okay enough that night to do any cleaning were Mercedes and Dedue. Felix was technically okay too, but he left far before Annette was vomiting in the washroom to actually help out.

Your drunken first kiss at your bedroom door that Dedue definitely did not see. The sober one the day after. The sneaky one after breakfast. Quick one after training. Goddess, the heavy one in the dead of night after you scurried upstairs that Sylvain and Felix one hundred percent did not overhear through the paper-thin walls of the dorms. Countless kisses under the shadow of covers, night, until the ball. If everyone and their mothers didn’t suspect something was up when you two did not even realize you were the only pair left dancing, all eyes on you, until Sylvain whistled from the crowd, well, you would be deathly concerned about them.

“But those memories are from a long time ago, Mercie.” You pulled yourself from your thoughts. “Thinking about them only hurts. This place, what’s left of it, only hurts.” Mercedes set a gentle hand on your shoulder. “You think after five whole years, it wouldn’t hurt as much, but I don’t think I’ll be okay until this war is over. Until the cause of this - of all this pain and misery - is put to rest. Back then, even if we could have died at the end of any month, I thought he was invincible. I fled Fhirdiad as soon as I heard. Like a coward.”

“You can’t honestly think that! The Empire was taking the city. If you stayed, you could have died too! Don’t think like that.” You rolled your head back to look at the dark sky. You would make it back before it starts, at the very least.

“Everyone grieves in different ways, and it courses through us all at different paces. You have to let yourself hurt.” You shook your head, beginning to see the shadow of the village at the base of the monastery.

“I’ve been hurting for years now. When I met up with Felix in Fraldarius territory, he told me that the distraction will get me killed. An hour later he saved my life in battle, so he's ever the same. I wonder if he decided to show today. Sylvain would inevitably follow then. I’ve always thought--hey, do you hear that?” You stopped your movements suddenly, holding your arms to stop them as well. FIghting.

“Is it the Empire?”

“I don’t know, but we should help out anyway,” Annette replied. “Come on!”

You expected the Empire, but you weren’t surprised when you encountered thieves attempting to saunter off with the abandoned riches of the monastery. It was just like any other weekend you were off the road of bandits with the Blue Lions to clear a path for bandits.

Until you saw him. A ghost. As pale as one, at least. A hulking, nearly unrecognizable mass of strength shrouded in black and blue. Relentless, he tore through his path of thieves, the professor and Gilbert hot on his trail. The… professor? They were alive too? Your hand shook at your side. They’re both… okay? You swallowed. The professor always did tend to micromanage Dimitri. You realized you could not swallow with a closing throat, wobbling along with your chest. Wheezing, crying, freezing in battle. You heard Mercedes and Annette all around you behind a wall of fog. Legs shaking, you fell to the ground, hand tight to your chest.

“Y/N, come on, get up!” It was Annette’s urging, but she stopped suddenly. Two sets of feet set up around you. A barrier to protect you as your muscles shook. Get up. You have to. Get off the ground and fight. Just as he always taught you.

Your bow came out quick, sniping an enemy in Mercedes’ blind spot. Before you can do anything, argue it was your imagination that conjured the sound of his grunts and the blue of his eye, you had to survive to see them and keep track of Sylvain in the corner of your eye. He still tended to always look right instead of left. Were you not so shaken up, you would have reacted to seeing the rest of your old house in battle, but your mind kept filtering back. You did not see him again in battle. He and the professor were far ahead, after the familiar bandit you had dealings with from Anna, with the remaining three bandits. You, Annette, and Mercedes went to secure the area to make sure there was no bandit unaccounted for.

Didn’t last, though, as you fell to the ground against the foundations of a destroyed house, legs outstretched and limp. With your palm being held tightly over your mouth, you squeezed your eyes tight to get any remaining liquid out.

“Y/N…”

“H-he’s alive.”

“We know. We saw-”

“He’s alive. I spent five years grieving for someone who was here. I-I should have known he was here. I thought about it. I thought about it, but then I second-guessed myself and said that it would only hurt more. Searching for the dead. Pining for them, but look. I-I don’t know. I don’t know if I can even face him.”

“And you don’t want to.” Felix’s voice was just as sharp as it always was. He was grimacing, pace fast as he joined the three of you. “He is not the Prince you fell in love with. He’s the boar that’s been festering underneath his polite smile” With an exhale through your nose, you looked away. Felix really could read you like a book. He scoffed. “You knew too, didn’t you? All this time. Of course. I shouldn’t have put it past you to push things under the rug as you always do.”

“Felix…”

“It’s true. It’s how they even got through the relationship. Not as perfect as you thought, huh?”

“Felix, I think that’s enough.”

“No,” you interrupted. “He’s right. I knew. I was at the rebellion. I was at that battle that is ingrained into Felix’s memory. I was in the Holy Mausoleum when we found out the Flame Emperor's identity, but he never told me… I didn’t know the extent. You all knew he would hide me from all harm, including himself. Do you really think he would tell me whatever plagues him now? Though, I could take a good guess after spending a few nights in his room back then.” You swallowed, wiping away the remnants of your tears. “How bad is he?”

“A lowly beast.”

“There you all are. Professor says to regroup. Says we have plans to discuss, if you all are interested - woah, you okay?” Sylvain scratched the back of his head. “Oh right, yeah. Well, I don’t know how long His Majesty is willing to wait. He looks pretty - uh - impatient.” You shook your head and used the wall to support you back to your feet.

“Reunions like this are usually supposed to be happy, aren’t they? I-I’m sorry I’m ruining it on you all. I really am so relieved to see you all okay. It’s just… there’s a lot of emotion going on right now.” It was Mercedes’ hand on your back. You needn’t look to know.

“You don’t have to face anything you aren’t ready for.”

“No, I need to see what he has become. It’s as Felix says. I can no longer ignore problems I must face. I can do it, but we still have to check the perimeter…” Sylvain shook his head.

“Teach had Ashe and Ingrid do it right after you left.” Your professor always knew you better than you could ever know. “Well, let’s go then. Don’t want to keep them waiting on us too long.” His brown eyes came in close. “You hardly look like you’ve been crying, if that helps.”

“It doesn’t!” Annette stomped on his foot. “Y/N, it’s going to be okay. Me and Mercie are right with you!” A smile broke out on your face. Albeit sad, you nodded your head and believed her. Though you both knew, in the scheme of things, you were alone in this battle.

“Sorry, teach. You know Felix. Walks like a grandpa.” Sylvain, as common as it is for him to be the asshole, was a kind soul. No matter how much he tried to hide it. You gifted him a small smile of thanks as he glanced back. You were in the back of the small group when you joined the semicircle surrounding Gilbert, Byleth and… and… you couldn’t do this.

His hair has grown long and unkempt. Grease and grime painted his hair, his skin, his clothes. The armor he wore just a few shades darker than the circles under his single remaining eye but, oh, it still glittered brighter than the rainy sky. That was his eye. Though only one remained, it was his. This was your Dimitri. You clenched your teeth, for you could not cry anymore. Even if this Dimitri, from what you have heard, would not care for your tears, Dimitri five years ago would. You would stay strong for him if no one else.

And when his eye met yours, goddess, the jolt was felt down your spine. You knew your face screamed your emotions. You were no Felix, Slyvain, or Byleth. Lips parting, your breath halted as he kept your gaze. Nothing on him reacted. Goddess, his gaze was so much more piercing. You did not dare to move. As if you were a stranger, his eye flicked back to Gilbert as the knight continued to speak. Annette grabbed your hand from beside you and you squeezed so hard you watched her wince, yet she remained steadfast in holding yours just as tight.

For the mornings spent under the trees in the field after training, you would not cry. Dimitri is alive. He is here. A few steps away, though miles remained in between, he was alive. Within his dead eye, people will find hope. You will find hope. You know Gilbert already has as he speaks about returning to the monastery to begin to plan for the retaliation against the Empire. You know the former Blue Lions have as well, as they follow the professor loyally back up the ruined stairs you used to trip on far too often. You wondered if Dimitri can feel your eyes on the back of his head, or if he has come to be numb to that as well.

Annette did not let go of your hand until it was out of shock in the chapel. Its remnants littering the floors. Still, the peace of the goddess remained. Its silence was a lullaby to your worries. She, it had to be her, brought back the ones you love most. There was no other power. There couldn’t have been. Even though there was a hole where she used to stand, you thanked the rain beginning to pour in.

You would be strong for the boy Dedue would sneak you to in the dead of night. To wherever the Duscur man maybe, you would do it for him, too.

But being brave and strong was always easy for the people in Ashe’s books. They did not hesitate through their fear. It pushed them to be the heroes they are, but you could not find that platform to jump from. A mouse approaching a wolf, a boar. You sought help from the expert himself.

“Have you? I mean, have you tried to talk to him?” Ashe fiddled with the padding on his glove.

“No, not yet. Felix, Ingrid, Sylvain, and Mercedes have, though. You should ask them. They can probably be more help than me.” Stepping onto the wall separating Garreg Mach from the cliff, you sat next to him, allowing your feet to dangle in the open air.

“No, I think I need someone as scared as me. Someone who wants to be a knight from one of your books, but is the measly coward in the back used for poetic comparisons. Not that you are. I’m talking about me.” Ashe shook his head.

“It’s only been a few days since we’ve arrived.”

“And you think I would have already sought out the man I fell in love with already? A faithful reunion. Not quite like the ones in the romances.”

“I don’t think anything going on is anything like a book.” You furrowed your brows. “I know that’s crazy coming from me, but no book is like another. They have similarities, but they are all inherently different. This one we’re in now, this is ours. This is what people will be reading about and looking to for help. Us. No book can help us right now. I think only we can help ourselves and each other.” You kicked your heel against the wall repeatedly. It wasn’t what you wanted to hear. “You should try. If Dimitri will listen to anyone, it’s you or the professor, and they tried already.” You could feel your throat beginning to close up.

“What do I even say? What if I say the wrong thing? He’s hurt, Ashe. He always has been. I don’t want to… I can’t push him more. He’s not off the deep end yet. He can’t be. I don’t want to be the final straw. I know what I’ll say if I get too… emotional.” The man sighed, green eyes scanning the clouds.

“Well, from my humble opinion, which you don’t have to take, is that, if what you’re saying is true, you’re hurting him by avoiding him.” He stopped fiddling with the leather. Instead, he placed his hand on your thigh. “He is, deep down, the same Dimitri we know. What if he was the same, and you were doing this?”

“That’s debating if he is the same underneath. Knights are torn, but I know he’s there. He wouldn’t so easily feed into it. I know it. It may be time and so much help, but he’s in there. This is part of him. This is not an imposter. This is just as much of him as the one we knew so well. It… has to be, because I don’t know what I’m going to do if it’s not.”

Nights seem to be falling earlier and earlier with nonstop cleaning, repairs, and supply running. Even if you wanted to, you lacked the time to seek the prince out. The greenhouse had to be fixed. The rubble had to be cleared. The holes had to be patched. Communication had to be made. Word was the Knights of Seiros would be arriving this evening. Preparations had to be made for that. How the hell did Cyril do this day-in and day-out?

You were exhausted by the time Seteth and company arrived and set to meet in the chapel. The second time you’ve seen Dimitri since the bandits. The millionth time war efforts were to be discussed. Most of that work was carried out by Byleth and Gilbert. You only needed to follow orders, and your orders were to clean. Sorting out your emotions was just a side job.

“Y/N. Y/N. Are you listening?” Seteth’s scolding, something etched into your brain from the academy, broke you from your thoughts. However, you first regarded Dimitri, who looked at you the same as he did the first time, before having the courage to look at Seteth.

“I-I’m sorry. Lost in my own thoughts.”

“I asked if you have heard anything from Aegir? I know you were in contact with Ferdinand during the past five years.” Dimitri’s eye burned holes through your head. You could feel the sweat from it on your scalp.

“Duke Aegir has been placed under house arrest, sir. Everything from their title and land has been stripped from them. I… haven’t heard anything since. It would be safe to presume that they will not be an in with the Empire.” Yours and Ferdinand’s history stretches only back to the academy; however, before you and Dimitri became official, you and he would occasionally… work some stress out. Casually. Dimitri always hated this fact, but he did his best to hide the jealousy from you.

“It’s not fair of me to judge you on what you have done in the past,” he said. “I will be more mature about my feelings.” Though the gleam in his eye now was all too familiar.

“I see. Thank you.” Something within you kept you from meeting Dimitri’s eye. A fear he would look away, so you focused on Seteth, Gilbert, and Byleth as they discussed the steps to making Garreg Mach the Kingdom’ base. When the meeting ended, however, you did not listen to such fear. Dimitri spent his time in the chapel. The spectacle to gawk at. It was no surprise when he did not move as the rest of the group disperse, and neither did you.

But he would not break first. Turning around, his cape followed him back towards the wreckage of where the altar used to be. You followed with steps as silent as possible. Opening your mouth to speak, you released only empty air. Inhaling, you tried once again, but a wall erected itself in your throat, cutting you off once more.

“If you have something to say, speak.” His words, guttural, reverberated in you. Wringing your hands together, you took one last deep breath.

“Dimitri.”

“Do you wish to speak of the past?” His head turned, so you could only see one eye peeking from under his bangs. “The boy you loved is long dead. There is nothing here for you.” You shook your head and took an adamant step forward.

“T-that’s not true.” A dry laugh escaped him.

“Is it not? Are you not frightened of me? Is it not why you have hidden yourself ever since you arrived? You know it as well as I.” You tapped your fingers against your thigh. You had to remain calm and patient. He was going to try to push you away, and you knew that. Do not stray from the path.

“It was not you I was scared of, Dimitri.” Another laugh. This one wry. He turned around to face you then. You knew he had gotten bigger, stronger, but he stood so much higher than you. A power stance you would not succumb to. This is the same boy who broke a pair of scissors and was scared Mercedes would yell at him and smuggled sweets for you two to have late at night to study for your certification exams. “Do not tell me it is because you think you could have changed something. Prevented something. Nothing would have changed whether you were here in the past five years or not. Do not think so much of yourself.”

You squared your shoulders. You did not want to take this route, but you had to provoke some type of emotion towards you. Something to tell you that you are more than the tool of war to use against Edelgard, and he had already given you a hint.

“Then what about at that meeting, when Seteth asked me about Ferdinand? I saw the look you gave me. I’ve seen it before too. You cannot hide that.” His jaw clenched, and for a moment, you felt successful. “You can say anything you want. How I am insignificant, a tool to use, another body to die in your path to revenge, but do not-” you pointed a finger at him “-tell me what we had was nothing. I want to see what you see. I don’t want you to shut me out.” His eyes trailed down to your finger, and with an armored, gloved hand, pushed it aside.

“So you admit it then? A tool at my disposal. To use and then break?” You shook your head, and your throat clenched once again.

“You would add me to the list of people who already haunt you?”

“You know nothing of the dead. Of what they say to me. There is nothing for me to be concerned about other than taking the head off of that girl’s shoulders. Should you die getting in my way, then so be it.” His lance to the heart, but you would not let the pain show. He was the same boy who broke his training lance and hit Leonie with the broken handle and fretted about it for the next month, despite the blood on his hands. You had to believe that. Latch on to that single hope.

“You always did what you could to protect me. From Demonic Beasts, bandits, Felix’s words, but right now, I think you’re protecting me from yourself.” Metal against your neck. In a blink of an eye, his lance touches the skin.

“Do not speak as if you know me, and do not speak anymore, or else I will slice your throat where you stand. Go away. If you return, I will not hold back, and I will use you to the bone.” A competition played out between your eyes, but, in the end, you succeeded. Walking out the monastery with a drop of blood on your neck, you did not allow any other droplets to fall until you crossed the bridge into the reception hall.

You don’t who you cried for, or for how long until Catherine found you and guided you back to your room. Thoughts floated from Dimitri, his words, the past, to Dedue and his untimely passing and your peers that were now your enemies that Dimitri was ready to kill without hesitation and the reality of your death that could come in any battle here on forth.

Three knocks on your door. Too hard to be Ashe’s, Mercedes’, or Annette. Not hard enough to be Felix yelling at you to train like he used to when he could find no one else.

“Sorry. I was just passing by, and, well, wanted to check in.” The last thing you wanted Sylvain saying was that he heard your balling your eyes out. With shaky hands, you wiped your burning cheeks and unlocked the door for him to enter. “Oh, what happened? What’s that bandage from? Don’t tell me…” You motioned for the noble to come in and relocked the door. You didn’t want any more visitors.

“Yeah, I talked to him.”

“He hurt you?”

“I went too far. I-I shouldn’t have pushed him so deep into his emotions, presuming things he felt. It was just a scratch. I’m fine. You have the eye, Sylvain. You must have noticed the meeting.” You sat on your bed, while he spread himself on your desk chair.

“I remember he used to come to me during those times. How he can show his love for you through other means. How he had lost you before even had a chance to try. He was so stressed, and so hopelessly into you. I thought he had it for the professor, but color me surprised when he sought me out for advice on you.” You shook your head.

“Never should have started that with Ferdinand.”

“Something about nobles, huh?”

“Shut up, Sylvain. I-Look, I can’t even focus on the past right now. I use it to remind myself I’m talking to my Dimitri, and not the monster everyone fears. That, that man suffering alone in that chapel is the boy who got nervous every time we kissed, but… but it’s so hard. As soon as I saw him that day, I was shocked, overjoyed, but I knew something was wrong the same minute. He’s been alone for five years. By himself. The only people to talk to him were the dead. What kind of… I’m supposed to be the one that knows this, sees this, and helps this, but all I can do is cry in my damned room!” Sylvain was lighting fast to wrap his arms around you, and you clung on tighter to his shoulders. The sleeve of his shirt, the victim of your tears, saliva, and sobs until you had pushed your own self out of consciousness.

When you woke the next morning, your head lied on a breathing pillow. It did not take much to recall the previous night and you let yourself relax under human contact. It was something you have missed dearly in the past five years, and you know, despite his reputation, Sylvain would never try anything with you. Your eyes, heavy still from crying so hard, lazily trailed across the room. The window Dimitri almost broke with his lance, the desk you both hunched over figuring out the mathematical side of tactics, the potted plant the professor gave you for your birthday that Dimitri also broke, but replaced with the long dead ones present. The broken locks on your door from -

“Sylvain!” You jolted up, slapping his chest harshly. He woke with a groan while you stood and approached the door.

“Mm, what?”

“Did you hear anything last night? Banging, or snapping, after I fell asleep?” He rubbed your pillow over his face, so you approached him, tore it from his hands, and smacked him. “Sylvain. My door is broken.” Brown eyes were wide and glowing under the sun from the window. He rushed to check out the damage. “I think I know who would have…” He met your eyes. “Which means he saw - “

“Yeah, I get it. I’m a dead man.” You shook your head.

“Hey, hey, not yet. We could try to guess why he would come in here.” Sylvain rolled his eyes.

“Isn’t it obvious? It isn’t to kill you. He already would have been in the chapel. Oh - we messed up. We messed up big time. I’m so sorry, Y/N.” You put your hand on his arm.

“It’s not your fault. You were here when I was sobbing. I can’t be mad at you for that. I’m mad at this whole situation. This war. Everything. You just need to avoid him at all costs. Stay with someone. Felix most likely. We could explain the situation to him, so he understands, and so he doesn’t think we… you know.”

“I get it. I get it.”

....

“Absolutely not.”

“Felix, it’s only until I get this sorted.” Felix groaned, tying his hair back.

“I’m not playing babysitter, and I’m not letting you handle this on your own. You’ll get yourself killed.” You shook your head.

“He wouldn’t kill me.”

“He actually told you he would.”

“But he wouldn’t. I trust that he wouldn’t, and if one of the two of us were to approach him, it could not be you. Out of the question. It would have to be me, and you both know that, and it has to be as soon as possible. I mean, as in-”

“Have you all seen Dimitri?” Ingrid popped around the corner. “It’s the Empire - they’re coming. Gear up and get ready. We don’t know what forces they’re bringing, but we cannot allow them to take the monastery again.” Of course, of all times.

“We’ll worry about this later. Do not let this distract you on the battlefield. Focus on surviving and nothing else. Got it?” Felix held a finger to your face. You nodded. “Good. Come on, Sylvain. We’ll see you out there.”

Focus on surviving. You were always focused on surviving. Battle was not merely just slaying your enemies. You were the priority. Not the oncoming enemies. That fact never changed during battle. That was the first thing the professor taught you; however, his selfless behavior on the battlefield would have anyone thinking twice. When it comes to fighting with people you cared about, priority gets muddled.

Dimitri was no longer focused on surviving. His priority was to kill, slaughter his way to Edelgard. Nothing else mattered. In this way, his fighting has improved tenfold. No reasonable person would want to confront him in physical combat, which made life harder for everybody else. Being a distance fighter, you, Ashe, Annette, and Mercedes were able to watch his back. Of course, Byleth couldn’t risk that many people micromanaging him. For strategy’s sake, it’s suicide. Mercedes was a critical healer and menace being trained a gremory. That source of power would not and could not be squandered. Ashe had worked incredibly hard to be a bow knight, and your most powerful archer can also not be used as a protector of one person.

The job usually came down to you. Both by order of elimination and by your lack of ability to focus elsewhere. Your eyes were naturally drawn to the splattering blood and the behemoth of a man as the source. Byleth knew this just as well as you. You were the definition of predictable on the battlefield.

But, the one thing you forgot was that, on a battlefield, nothing is predictable. To be able to predict the cavalier was able to reach you with his javelin was precautionary, week-one lessons, but, still, it sunk into your side. Unimaginable pain. The raw snap of impact. Warm blood cascading down your leg. Think… think! You had to get somewhere safe. Somewhere an imperial soldier wouldn’t finish you off. Hopefully, someone else would take care of that soldier before they reached you.

Each inch was crippling. The gathering of bushes and trees seemed so far, and your energy was slipping exponentially fast. You’d be out from blood loss in due time. It even began to drip from your mouth and onto the already stained grass. Almost there. The moment your foot crossed the threshold to the hideaway, you went lip on your back. Smoke and flames met the already decaying sky.

You glanced down your body. The javelin was at least a third in your body. Getting it out would just expedite the process, so you allowed yourself to lie your head back. Distant shouts and screams and metal clashing filled the air. The smell of the earth around you drowned out by the putrid scent of burning flesh. Something you never take note of while fighting for your life.

Peace was not a word to use in these places, but you had no other one to use as you lied still. Is this what Dimitri meant? You wondered what he would think and say when he heard, or even saw, your death. Your death. Another nameless, pointless death in Edelgard’s ruthless path to her goal. You can see Mercedes and Annie crying. Maybe even Sylvain and Ingrid. Felix, perhaps, would cry, but you were sure he’d be pissed at you. And Dimitri…

You sobbed. Perhaps you really were worthless, but you wanted to hope, to pray that he would be there each time you opened your eyes back to the gruel world around you. Each time, he wasn’t.

Until he was.

Blood dripped down his face, none of which was his own. It matted down his locks and dripped from each lock. Areadbhar glowed in his hand and dragged across the flattened grass and mud. The air was only able to jostle the very ends of his hair. His mouth opened, canines peeking from the corner of his lips. Leaving the smoke and fire behind him, Dimitri got larger and larger.

Goddess, he was beautiful. Even as he stared with an empty eye down at you, you couldn’t help but gasp. An angel of death. You moved to rise, but the rip of his lance on your breast pushed you back down. His eye traversed down your figure to your wound. The weapon rose and fell with your breath.

“Dimitri,” you breathed out.

“I told you, did I not?” His chin rose and Areadbhar’s tip dug just a hair deeper. “Foolish Y/N. You are too weak for the thick of battle.” You squeezed your eyes shut. “But you will not die by imperial hands. I will not allow it. If you are to die, it will be by my hands.” Your fists gripped the grass. Dimitri hummed. “You won’t say that I wouldn’t? Or do you finally realize the truth?”

“If you’re going to do it, just do it. Neither of us need this “ -you coughed -”stalling.” His elbow retracted and you winced, ready for the final blow.

“Y/N!” Sylvain. At the silence that followed, you peeked an eye open. Dimitri was focused on the source of the voice, giving you room to squiggle away until he forced the lance forward again. This time, the tip traced your left cheekbone. “Y/N!” Dimitri was daring you to speak, but, right now, you could hardly breath.

“You said you were not scared of me, before. Are you scared now?” He paused. “You said you want to see what I see. Do you keep your word? Do you honor it?” Were you supposed to answer? Fear crippled your ability to formulate words. “You will not die yet.” Areadbhar’s glow now dominated your left visual field.

In a second, everything in that field went black, and you screamed.

…

“I watched you go down,” Felix said. “You were at the higher ground, where you usually are in the midst of battle. You might as well have painted a target on your back if I can see you from across the plain, you idiot. That javelin went into your side,” amber eyes locked onto the bandages covering your side, “but I watched nothing touch your eye.”

Thank the goddess for Manuela and Mercedes. Without an expertise in white magic, you would be long dead. By the same token, thank the goddess for Sylvain who found you bloody and passed out in the cover of the bushes and delivered you to them on horseback.

Your fingers traced the bandages that wrapped around your head and covered your left eye. Everything to your left periphery and everything not covered by your right eye was black. It didn’t throb, didn’t hurt anymore, because there were no more nerves to send that pain to your brain.

“What happened, Y/N?” Ingrid cut in. Her, Felix, and Annette stood around your bed in the medical bed. You shook your head.

“I… I don’t remember. The last thing I recall is crawling towards the cover. I don’t even know if I got there.”

“Liar.” Felix abruptly stood. “Stop defending that boar, and just say it.” Your mouth opened, but Ingrid cut him off.

“Felix, are you saying you think Dimitri took her eye?”

“I know it,” he snapped back. “I’m right, aren’t I, Y/N? Just say it. Say that beast took your eye while we were all distracted in battle.” Your eyes glanced to the others, unconsciously asking for help.

“Felix, you’re adding unnecessary stress. Come on. We should give them space. We’re lucky they’re not dead” Her hand locked onto Felix’s arm. He grimaced, glaring down at you while he shook himself from her grip.

“When will you ever start caring about yourself? There is more death than just physical.” He spit out before stomping out of the room. Ingrid sent you a sympathetic smile and followed her childhood friend out. Annette left soon as well under the excuse of giving you time to rest, but you could not rest. Dimitri’s face haunted you every time your working eye closed. Every throb was its own lance. Its own mark.

His mark.

You thought you were crazy the first time you reflected on why you and Dimitri’s eye total was the same as a normal human being. You thought you were insane for romanticizing it. It was terrifying. Inhumane. To you, at least, but to him, you knew, it was a mark of possession. That when people saw you, thought of you, it would always be connected to him, but it was also a threat. Not only to those who dare try to do you harm that isn’t him, but to you. I told you. This is what you get and will continue to get.

You waited until the sun set, until the priests and priestesses would no longer be in your room to cry, so your pathetic cries of anguish would be bouncing off the walls in peace. Curling in on yourself, you buried your chin between your arms and stared into the dark room. Waiting and watching, a large silhouette emerged from the darkest corner and approached. Cold claws of his armor wiped away the tears on one cheek while simultaneously breaking the skin. You could only barely make him out through the moonlight in the open window next to you. Dimitri circled the bed, looking down at you from the side before bending down and planting his lips on your cheek. His warm tongue wiped at the newfound beads of blood, and you hissed at the contact. He separated himself just enough to look at the bandages around your eye.

“I get it,” you said. “I get it.”

…

Luckily (as lucky as you can get during the situation), the damage cut clean through the nerves, so all ganglion cells and connections to the optic nerve were completely severed. No nerves. No signal to the brain. No pain. Still, it would be a while before the tissue repaired and scabbed over.

You didn’t know what to do with Dimitri, frankly. Part of you was terrified to even approach him. Another was equally as terrified, but this was out of what he would do if you were with someone else again. You were sure of the correlation between your broken door and your stolen eye. You wonder, then, what else he could have seen? Sparring with Felix or advice sessions with Ashe or… too many instances come to mind.

Byleth pushed you to train more with your periphery severely impacted, and, when the time to march came, confined you to Garreg Mach until you were proficient enough not to get yourself killed.

“Good,” was all Dimitri said on the matter. It wasn’t until your assault into the Empire that Byleth deemed you ready for actual battle. Up until then, you spent your time training. First, it was with the knights, until all of a sudden they no longer desired to raise arms with you. Something about the demon over your shoulder. You looked to Catherine, who glanced to the door, where a large shadow quickly disappeared. You inhaled sharply and pursued.

“No one is willing to train with me. Do you have something to do with it?”

“They can’t help you,” he responded. He quickly strode down familiar, overgrown paths down to the fields below until you both reached the same field he had trained with you in years ago. Dimitri spun around, raising his lance. “They don’t understand.” From your blindspot, he swung, and you barely dodged out of the way, feeling the very wind from the force. “Get up and arm yourself.” You quickly shuffled to your feet.

“Why? Aren’t you… don’t you plan to kill me, anyway?”

“Equip yourself. I will not have filthy empire hands decide your demise, and I won’t have you staying behind on your own.” You gave up on trying to read into him. “Now, fight.”

It was brutal. Unlike the helpful and cautious nature of his corrections and demands, you learned through mistakes. If your leg got slashed, you moved it the next time. If you were pushed and forced to one side, you adjusted your posture for the next time. Dimitri gave you no breaks, no time to tend to the cuts and bruises he gave you. There was hardly time to catch your breath before he was charging again, forcing your back against a nearby oak. He seemed to not be bothered or fatigued at any point.

It would not be the first time your back was pinned against this very tree. Dimitri growled, his weapon lodged into the wood right behind your ear. A moment passed where it was five years ago, hands tight on your hips and heavy breaths swallowed by one another. Now, he pulled his weapon back and went in for another strike.

“It’s dark. I think we need to go back.”

“You think they will not use the guise of darkness? That we will always fight when the sun is out? Arm yourself.”

You limped back to Garreg Mach. The only real guide you had, with Dimitri’s brutal pace, was his footstep imprints and the sound of him pressing on. By the time you reached the gate, you nearly collapsed with Dimitri far ahead. Thank the goddess Anna was around to get help. Byleth’s dark cape flew behind them as they rushed through the market. They rushed you, as fast as you could go on weak legs, to the same bed you were confined to with your eye. Manuela dropped the elixir in her hand as you and your entourage busted through her door.

“Goddess, what happened?! No matter. Get them inside.”

Felix was going to kill you.

But still, when you were able, you met Dimitri again in the same field. And again. And again. Until you were no longer on the verge of death each nightfall when you returned. Your former housemates did not hesitate to chastise you or even micromanage you, but, inevitably, they had to do their own work, and you set off. Felix gave you an innumerable amount of choice words before it seemed he gave up.

You were confident heading into the empire. No opponent you would face, close up or far, was Dimitri. They were far smaller, thinner, and weaker. You’d even say they seemed to have less physical intent to kill you compared to the blonde. You traded in your bandages to a white eyepatch similar to Dimitri’s except there was still padding for the raw skin underneath. Something that inevitably drew enemy forces towards you.

“Y/N?” Despite the cruel, ruthless nature of battle, Ferdinand’s voice held the same noble gentleness. Your eye, wide and wild, met his. Across a stretch of corpses, the redhead stood tall, long hair matted down in the wind. You swallowed. “Y/N!” He called again, eyes wide behind you. In a split second, you turned to see an armored knight’s axe impending down on you. The next, a lance impaling them that breezed from over your shoulder.

“You killed your own man.”

“He almost killed you.” You hurried to dislodge his weapon from the body.

“...Thank you,” you muttered, handing the lance back to him. Your eyes rose to behind his shoulder. “F-Ferdinand!” Your warning came too late. Dimitri’s blunt force knocked him to the ground. There was no warning, no room for words, before the sickening sound of death cracked in front of you. Again… and again… and again. You squeezed your eyes shut.

“Keep your eyes open. This? Was your fault.” Blood splattered onto his pale features, adding to the pattern already decorating his skin. “Let’s go. Stay by me.” Not that you usually didn’t. Still, your legs would not move. Not with the fresh corpse between the two of you. “What?” Dimitri hissed out. “Are you upset? He was just another body in our way... unless it was something more to you?” You shook your head, taking a hold of your bow tighter. “Good. Let’s go.” Dimitri did not bother to even look back, and you… you could not even look down, and hurried to follow.

You didn’t sleep for days. Ferdinand’s kind smile on your mind. You did not dare tell anyone of his gruesome demise. Though, looking at the detail, the monstrous nature of it, it didn’t take too much thought to guess who was responsible for it. You couldn’t even bring yourself to celebrate Dedue’s return. The thing about him though was that he never let too many things go unnoticed.

“How are you?” He simply asked, and you lost it.

“-I couldn’t do anything. I-I couldn’t! Or… or I didn’t. Oh, goddess, I don’t know.” Your hands shook in front of you. “He can do what he will to me, but to others? Because of me? I… fuck. I couldn’t tell anyone. Felix and co. are already suspicious enough.”

“I am sorry. I know those words do not mean much now, but, for what it is worth, I am.” He paused, furrowing his brows and focusing on the ground. “I-,”

“Y/N.” Dimitri hulked in the doorway. Where the hell does he come from? Dedue stood promptly.

“Your Highness,” he greeted. Dimitri briefly regarded the Duscur man before focusing on you once again.

“Come,” he said, and you followed, wishing Dedue a small farewell. Dimitri’s cape glided against the concrete. He led you across the bridge and into the empty echoes of the cathedral. It was far too late for any priests or students to linger. Especially with Dimitri lurking around in the late hours. “You still think about him.”

“I still think about his death,” you carified.

“Do not tell me you mourn for a man who was going to imprison you.” You scoffed.

“He saved me.”

“In order to take you back to the empire for information. Who else would he like to obtain than the one he grew feelings for? Do not be so naive to think he saved you so altruistically.” Your teeth dug into your bottom lip.

“You don’t know that.”

“I do. You and I both know how war works. Do you think Edelgard and her army would not use every former connection to get ahead? There is no line on the path to victory. Being weak, showing compassion, is just how you get killed. How the enemy wins.” You shook your head.

“You said you were going to kill me. Did you not save me for that reason? My death is the same no matter whose hands it is by. It will have the same impact. One less body between Edelgard and you.” Dimitri’s eye glanced downwards, then shot back up to meet yours with a small chuckle.

“Are you not already dead? Have you not already succumbed to the wills of those who control your mind? Have you not already become your own form of monster?” You shook your head and took a step back.

“N-no, I’m not.”

“You are not? You allow these cuts and bruises to litter your body. You allow your own eye to be stolen. You allow others to die. You allow all of this without consequence. You are a worse kind of monster: the one that allows another to live, to unleash without consequence. You hardly see the others anymore. You do not train with them, eat with them. They tend to your wounds and you run to get more.” Metal fingers gripped your chin and forced your head upwards. “I told you I would kill you, and I have.”

HIs kiss was fire compared to the ice of his armor pushing against you. All-consuming, Dimitri’s lips molded to yours and his teeth pierced your skin. He licked at your lips, and you willingly opened your maw to let him in. You willingly allowed him to drown you out, to push you towards a pew and lock you between his body and the wood. He only separated to breath before digging for more, more. His tongue dragged across your own and touched upon your teeth, tasting your intricacies with increasing vigor. He inhaled every exhale you panted into his mouth. These were not the kisses Dimitri five years ago gifted you.

“You taste the same…” he whispered. “Show yourself to me. Let us be dead together.”

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Hiya can I request for Sylvain and Dimitri (separately) where they learn that their love interest returns their feelings but is hesitant to be in relationship in them bc she doesn't want kids and doesn't ever plan on having them? Since they're nobles, they're expected to have kids to carry on the family name yanno? As much she loves them, she feels like a relationship probably wouldn't last if she's expected to have a kid and won't

i did dis in scenario form i hope dats okey

no kids. | sylvain & dimitri

Sylvain

“What? I thought you liked me back, why aren’t you accepting my confession?”

Sylvain was shocked. Yeah, sure, plenty of girls had rejected him before, but he was so sure about you. Sure enough that he’d let himself fall for you because he knew that you weren’t after his crest. He just didn’t know why.

You avoided his eyes. “I just can’t-”

“Y/N…” His voice was pleading. You sighed.

“Well, nobles usually want heirs. I just- I don’t want that. I want my life to consist of me and my husband and that doesn’t usually happen when nobles are romantically involved.”

Sylvain was slightly confused, but then realization dawned on him. So that was why you didn’t care about his crest. “Darling, you know I couldn’t care less about children. My entire existence is based around running away from people who want children for my crest, don’t you remember? This will work. Please, give me a chance.”

You pressed your lips in a thin line. He was right, afterall. You shouldn’t have been so silly about it, but it was a valid concern. Especially with a crest like Sylvain’s. “Promise it's okay?”

Sylvain smiled and took the back of your hand, pressing a kiss to it. “I promise.”

Dimitri

“Children? We don’t have time for children anyways, with the war and all.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, “but after. If we win, you’ll be king of Fodlan. People will expect an heir.”

Dimitri snorted and wrapped an arm around you. “Since when have I ever listened to people’s expectations? My love, it's your body that bares the children. Whether to have children or not is nobody’s choice but yours. If you choose to not have any, I have no complaints. I still have you, after all.”

You smiled and leaned into his chest before he continued, “And I do not think someone like me would do well with children.”

“I think you do well with anything you do,” you complimented, “but thank you for understanding. I was scared to bring it up, actually.”

“Nothing you say will ever make me love you less. Don’t forget that.”

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A Lonely Figure

Dimitri/Reader

It was on a particularly cold night for the season that Dimitri found himself wandering the grounds of the old Officers Academy. It was not uncommon for him to do this when he found sleep particularly difficult, and tonight finding respite was impossible. Too many thoughts were running through his head: some simply about tasks he would need to accomplish once the sun rose and the others awoke; others were more… troubling, but he’d sworn never to let the voices control him again.

The warm glimmer of candlelight stopped both thoughts and footsteps, and Dimitri found himself undeniably drawn to the warm flickering glow. It came from the classroom that once belonged to the Blue Lions, the once bold banners now faded and tattered. Five years of neglect took its toll on all things, it seemed. A figure stood silhouetted in the room and the blond prince knew exactly who it was – even if their outline had changed somewhat – though part of him still scarcely believed it. They… had been dead, their body disappeared, but a moon ago, yet here they stood, hale and hearty though isolated from the rest of their group.

Seeing (Y/n) again in the streets of Derdriu had been such a jarring moment that Dimitri had originally thought himself hallucinating once more. But when he saw the rest of the former Lions reacting to their presence he knew that what he was seeing was not a ghost, but more a miracle. They had been dead, another voice in his mind. But they had not been of the vengeful kind; they had spoken gentle reassurances, hummed melodies of their people that he had not heard since he was a child. Yet, in some ways, these things had made their ghost the worst of them all.

It had been their and Rodrigue’s deaths combined that had finally broken down what little of him that remained. The two of them were what had allowed for a warm hand to reach out to him in a cold rainstorm, and help him take the last step on one long road and the first onto a new one: the road to redemption. (Y/n)’s plans for the recapturing of both Fhirdiad and Arianrhod – hidden away in the desk of their old room – had been the final push he needed in his decision to return to his people, to save them from Imperial tyranny. He… owed them so much, more than they were willing to take credit for.

Dimitri approached as quietly as he could manage, not wanting to startle (Y/n) from their no doubt contemplative state. They had been far quieter since returning, more solemn. They did not speak as often as he remembered, nor with the same strength or confidence that had always been their hallmarks. But he knew why, he could recognise that look in their eyes anywhere: a deep rooted feeling of unworthiness. Dimitri could, in fact, recall one other time where his former classmate had been driven to a similar silence, and he suppressed a shudder at the memory of watching the Death Knight’s scythe tear into the flesh of their shoulder with far too much ease. Back then it had not been him to bring them out of their melancholy, but this time he would do all he could to help. Just as they had done for him.

As his steps continued to take him ever closer to the former classroom his ears picked up on a sound that he had not heard in years, perhaps even in a decade. The quiet tune was familiar to him, one of the gentle songs that the elders among (Y/n)’s people had sung to children they wished to lay to sleep. Back then, he had not understood a word of what they were saying, seeing as they spoke a language separate from that of Fódlan, but the melody had lulled him and his friends to sleep many nights, regardless. Tonight, however, he heard everything, felt every syllable in his soul. This had always been one of (Y/n)’s talents: when they spoke, people listened and felt.

“You shouldn’t be awake at these late hours, Dimitri,” their spoken word cut through the silence left by what they had sung, and the prince’s attention turned very poignantly back to them, though they remained facing away from him, hands clasped together at the small of their back. “You have too much you need to accomplish tomorrow for such late nights.”

His heart stung a little at hearing them call him by his name. Though he wished so dearly that all of his comrades would call him by it, he was not used to hearing it from (Y/n). He couldn’t remember a time where he hadn’t simply been ‘Mitya’ to them, except for these last several moons. He supposed he deserved far worse for the way he had been acting, so though his heart was heavy at the distance between them, he would take the mercy they were willing to give him.

“I find it difficult to fall asleep this night,” Dimitri replied, finally setting foot into the gently lit room, still attempting to stay as quiet as possible, not wanting to break this spell. “And besides, I could say the same to you.”

“Oh, I highly doubt that there will be much for me to do.” And there it was, that veiled tone of bitterness that had been plaguing (Y/n)’s words since they returned. “Perhaps lay a few plans for the army’s future movements, though I do not think that they will be taken into much consideration.”

“Why would you say such a thing?” Dimitri found himself exclaiming, unable to hold back his own thoughts in the face of their dejectedness. “You have always been one of our greatest tactical minds. Together, you and the professor have devised strategy upon strategy that have not only assured our victories but have kept us alive. Kept me alive, even when I wished that I was not.”

They did not respond to him, simply remained stoically facing towards the old teacher’s desk, shoulders rising and falling with their steady breaths. He could see nothing of their face and it bothered him endlessly in this moment.

“We all owe you so many thanks. I most of all.”

“You owe me nothing, Dimitri,” (Y/n) responded with a speed that caught the prince entirely off guard, their head finally turning to allow him to see the corner of one of their eyes; still, they would not look at him. “I have done nothing that warrants your thanks.”

“That is not the truth, my friend.” A tentative step forward and thankfully they did not move to shy away from him. “You helped me return from the abyss that I had fallen into over the last five years. Your words as you laid there… dying still linger in my mind, and each day you were gone I did my utmost to recall what you and Rodrigue said in your final moments and live by your words.”

“I should have been here!” Finally the nomad spun around to face the prince, face hardened and (e/c) eyes glassy. “I should have been here to support you in your state, not throwing myself into death at your feet! What I did was no more than the actions of a coward that could not stand to see their friends continue down the path they were on! So I took action in the only way I could think. A calculated risk that I had no way of guaranteeing whether would work as I intended or would simply drive you further away from reality. Such actions are not worthy of thanks! They are cowardice…”

And then they broke, the sheen in their eyes spilling over into fat tears that rolled down their cheeks as steadily as the rain had poured down following the battle at Gronder. Dimitri felt his own heart break at the sight before him and before he could stop himself he crossed what distance that remained between the two of them and enveloped his old friend in as gentle a hug as he could manage. His form hid them completely, cloak obscuring them both from any unwanted eyes that might find them. (Y/n) heaved a heavy, broken breath into their lungs and their own arms found their place around his middle. Dimitri said nothing as they stood together in the classroom, the world around them just as silent.

For a long while all that existed between them were the sounds of sorrow – sobs and shuddered breaths – but eventually (Y/n) calmed enough to speak but three words: “I’m sorry, Mishka.”

Dimitri’s own breathing broke at the nickname and for but a moment he was once again ten years old, sitting outside the tent of one of the nomadic families with Ingrid, Sylvain, Felix and (Y/n) by his side, listening to an older woman as she vividly recounted a tale that he had never heard before. The woman – Tanja, he thought he remembered – had called him Mishka for the first time that day. ‘Someday you will be as big and fierce as one, but also just as warm and gentle. I can tell.’ He had never learned what the word meant.

Instead of responding to (Y/n)’s words with ones of his own, Dimitri felt tears gently trace their way down his own face and after allowing himself a single, hiccuped breath, let his face fall onto their shoulder.

And the two of them stayed like that, though neither knew for how long, until exhaustion both mental and physical, came to claim them both. Finally, they slept well for the remainder of that night.

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fequest · 6 years ago

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hi!! the headcanons about sylvain and claude ‘acting’ as the reader’s bfs to get rid of the persistant pursuer was really cute, can you do one for dimitri and felix?

Oh my gosh, I love how you write!!!!! Could I request dimitri with the same suitor prompt the other anon sent?

[ I didn’t think the post would be so popular! glad you guys liked it!! ]

dimitri alexandre blaiddyd

people have teased him for his supposed ‘crush’ on you, but it’s clearly a misunderstanding!

he admires you greatly. you’re a cherished friend of his, of course it would be natural for him to seek your counsel and value your praise. why must everyone compare him to a puppy chasing after its owner?

when he spots you by the fountain, he’s already making his way over to greet you (as any friend would, naturally)

but then you see him and practically sprint over, jumping into his arms

he catches you before either one of you can fall, face burning and uncomprehending

you’re saying something to him but it all goes in one ear and out the other, he can’t focus with you leaning so close to him like that

please, have mercy on him

you’re pretty much hanging off his arm, but your attention is elsewhere and it takes him a moment to gather his thoughts

some person had followed you, chattering away obliviously, flirting as if he wasn’t right beside you

you’re clearly uncomfortable with this suitor of yours, and it takes all his composure to continue smiling pleasantly (his jaw is set and his fists are clenched and it’s honestly not much of a smile)

“excuse me,” he all but growls. “but shouldn’t we be going, my love?”

of course your suitor objects, as if finally noticing him, and all it takes is locking eyes with him for them to suddenly back off

he’s quick to whisk you away, arm looped around your waist as the two of you disappear into the crowd, wandering around until you call his name and he realizes—

“my apologies, I must have gotten carried away.”

his arm retracts as if he was burned, stepping away from you as you laugh, a little breathless, and his heart is doing all sorts of things he can’t understand

you thank him, a coy smile on your lips as you wave farewell, leaving him to stare after your retreating figure

“my love,” he had called you.

he quite liked the sound of that.

felix hugo fraldarius

he’s been avoiding you for a while now

his newfound… feelings for you has been problematic, a distraction to his training. perhaps he was still in denial, but he just couldn’t stand to face you right now

of course, wanting to be alone was normal for him. it’s not like he would turn red and scowl and run away at your mere presence! totally not suspicious at all.

but when you somehow catch his gaze in the marketplace—

he’s mentally preparing himself for some sort of confrontation, a scolding, hell, maybe you’d even slap him for his rather unacceptable behavior

instead you grab him by the arm, pressing against his side like some long lost lover

he’s completely frozen, hand clutching the hilt of his sword, adrenaline completely crashing any train of thought

was this revenge for ignoring you? was this some sort of cruel joke? had you figured him out?

you ignore him, choosing to speak to the person who had approached and demanded an explanation for whatever this is

something clicks in his mind (or was that the sound of his sword unsheathing?) and now he’s glaring down at your suitor with venom in his eyes and their name on his blade

you’re trying to break the tension peacefully, bless your soul, but he was already taking a step forward, weapon in hand—

your hand clutching his is the only thing stopping him from slicing them down right then and there

your suitor finally takes the hint, stumbling over their feet as they escape with their tail between their legs

“really?” he scoffs. “they weren’t even worth the challenge.”

laughter reaches his ears, and he realizes that you’re now holding on to him to keep your balance, lest you collapse from laughing your lungs out

he tells you to shut up, but you don’t, not when his face is flushed and he can’t meet your eyes—

he’s growling but he doesn’t pull away, or rather, he pulls you along to finish his business, and you’re left stumbling after him

you don’t need to see his face to know that he’s smiling.

— mod hemlock ✽

#fe3h imagines #fe16 imagines #fe3h x reader #fe16 x reader #dimitri x reader #felix x reader #mod hemlock

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feralemblem · 6 years ago

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Any SFW or NSFW headcanons for Catherine/Shamir?

(Oooh yes, those two are amazinggg! I wasn’t sure if you wanted a certain relationship so I did some general ones, feel free to ask again!)

Shamir

SFW

When she’s a hundred percent sure nobody is looking, Shamir will pick some flowers!

Pink and white flowers are her favorite and she’s very skilled in making flower crowns.

With the work she usually does, there’s no time to let her guard down. So indulging in simple things like flower picking really helps her anxiety.

“It’s nice to see something other than a weapon in my hands.”

NSFW

A total switch.

Depends on the day, really. Someone’s getting pinned to the wall.

While she loves the control and dominance she can give in bed, sometimes Shamir will hand it over to her partner.

It’s their turn to do the hair pulling, etc. But nothing comes close to gentle love making when she’s on bottom.

Finally, Shamir can let her guard down and have fighting be the absolute last thing on her mind. Her partner being the first and only.

Catherine

SFW

Byleth once caught her eating a whole raw potato before training.

She swears it helps, and even got Caspar to do it too!

Caspar and Catherine are raw potato buddies.

“Get fired up, Caspar! I have a whole bag of them in my room!”

Byleth won’t question it too much, and would maaaaybe try it themselves.

NSFW

Top! Top! Top hours!

She’ll fight you for the top, and win every time.

Every. Single. Time.

Her partner would have to tie her down if they’d even have a shot of topping her.

But who’s to say Catherine won’t give in on purpose?

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onyxedskies · 2 years ago

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this is a piece for the lovely @omgkalyppso, go show them some support!

pairing: dimitri x neutral reader

word count: 1048

warnings: none!

Though it hadn’t been dark when you had first sat on the bed, you realized with a start that it was now. You’d been sitting on your bed for hours, it seemed, staring blankly at a wall as you tried to find the energy to get up and do something. But you had few responsibilities today, and you and Dimitri typically took your dinner in your chambers anyway. What harm could it do?

Snow had started falling in the early morning, and it was now piled high on your balcony, the top layer likely coated in a thin sheet of ice. You weren’t cold, per se - the fire in the hearth prevented that - but the persistent chill of Fhirdiad winter had long since seeped into your bones, hardening itself in your war-worked joints. It seemed the chill had invaded the edges of your mind now as well, clouding your thoughts with an ever-present exhaustion.

You heard the door to the drawing room open, looking up to see Dimitri standing there, removing his shoes with the shoehorn you kept just outside your chambers. You didn’t realize you’d forgotten to close the door when you stepped in hours before, but you supposed it didn’t matter now.

Dimitri looked up towards you, eyebrows furrowing when he realized you were sitting on the bed, still in your day clothes and likely looking somewhat dazed. You tried to smile at him, but felt it fall after a moment.

“Beloved? Are you okay?” Dimitri’s voice was soft as he walked toward you, sitting on the bed next to you.

You shrugged, not meeting his eyes and instead staring down at the bedspread. “Just tired, I think.” It was only somewhat a lie. You did feel tired, that much was true, but not necessarily in the traditional sense. It was more like your conscience and responsibilities as the King’s partner were weighing more heavily on you than they usually did, sapping at your patience and strength even despite the lack of physical exertion required.

Dimitri opened his arms to you, and you fell into them, wrapping your arms around his waist as he wrapped his around you. You fell against him, broad chest and strong arms enveloping you in comfort. You buried your face in his shoulder, and he tightened his grip on you gently, holding you close. You felt yourself smile slightly, proud of the progress you’ve made together, proud of the way Dimitri no longer fears his strength and has enough of a handle on it to do this for you.

“It’s more than that, isn’t it?” His words were gentle, curious but not prying. It was an open invitation, a lifeline of sorts. Gratitude filled you, thankful that he understood approximately what was wrong even despite your inability to voice it aloud.

“Yes,” you admitted.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No,” you said, shaking your head. You heard a soft chuckle, and you had no doubt it was because your face was still pressed into his shoulder.

You lapsed into silence for a while, Dimitri rubbing your back gently as you basked in his warmth, feeling a little bit of the ice at the edges of your consciousness melting away. It had been a while since you were able to do this, sit together without a purpose other than to simply exist together. It was nice. It was what you needed, even if you hadn’t known it before now.

“You’re doing so well,” Dimitri whispered out of nowhere. “So perfect for me, for the country. I never would have made it this far without your support. You’re so strong, Beloved.”

You felt a flush rise to your cheeks, and you burrowed further into his warmth, making yourself as small as possible. Dimitri just hugged you closer, surrounding you yet again in his comfort. You had no doubt he knew you were smiling, and you were sure he was smiling in return.

“You’re so wonderful,” he whispered. “So smart, so powerful. The way you’re able to balance everything is awe-inspiring. I love you so much. So, so much.”

“I love you too,” you murmured.

Dimitri leaned down to kiss your forehead before resting his cheek on the top of your head. “I’m always here for you, darling. Always. No matter what.”

“I know,” you replied. “Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me,” he said, and the earnestness in his voice made you smile despite yourself. “I want to be here for you. Every moment of every day, for the rest of our lives.”

You hummed, snuggling ever closer to him, ever so grateful for the comfort he provided you just by being there. “I wish we could stay like this forever.”

“Me too,” Dimitri said.

“You don’t have anything else to do, do you?” you asked, almost afraid of the answer.

“I don’t,” Dimitri said. “Even if I did, you’re more important. You’ll always be more important.”

“I hope there are some exceptions to that rule,” you said.

“None,” he replied. You would have laughed if his tone wasn’t so serious. “You will always come first, Beloved. No matter what. The world can wait.”

You felt yourself flush again, but a broad smile was splitting your face now. You pulled away so you could look at him, Dimitri lifting his head from where it was pressed against yours.

“I love you,” you said, appreciating the way the corners of his eye crinkled with his smile.

“I love you too,” he said. He pressed a soft, chaste kiss to your lips, pulling away with that same beautiful smile. “Always and forever.”

You stayed in his arms for a while longer, falling back into him. He hummed a lullaby, the one he had taught you in the early years of your relationship. You smiled at the memory, teaching him the words to the tune your best friend had taught you decades before, worlds and iterations of yourself colliding in the best way you could have hoped for.

You felt your exhaustion begin to tug at your eyelids, felt yourself relaxing even more in his hold.

“Sleep, Beloved,” he murmured as he noticed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“Promise?” you asked.

“Promise.”

#onyxed writing #requests #omgkalyppso #drabble #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #dimitri blaiddyd #dimitri fe #dimitri fe3h #dimitri fe16 #dimitri x reader #fluff #hurt/comfort #fe3h #fe16

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halcyon-writings · 4 months ago

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Can you please do Dedue from FE 3 Houses x reader where he and the reader have a newborn and the birth of the child was particularly hard on the reader and Dedue is trying his best to adjust to being a new dad and caring for his love as she recovers.

Yes absolutely I can. Disregard how late I am in answering this request my writing worms only just came back

— allusions to pregnancy/childbirth and all that relate to it

nav.

The bed dips, the shift in weight makes you open one eye as you stifle a yawn.

Then you hear it. The muffled cries of a baby in the nursery. As you go to stand, a calloused hand is placed on your shoulders. With his white hair that is quickly tied back, Dedue gestures for you to lie back down.

“But the baby…”

“Will be fine,” He says, already tucking the thick blankets around your body, with sleep addling your mind, it’s not difficult to get you to lie down again.

With soft steps and long strides, you watch as Dedue exits the bedroom, his voice still is a quiet murmur. And if you truly focused, you could hear the beginnings of a distant lullaby. In a language you can recognize as Duscur’s, you smile softly.

Your lashes flutter against the pillow.

The sun rises eventually.

With his help, you’re brought to the sitting room, the cushions and pillows are soothing to sink into. And you hum softly as the hot bowl of broth is brought to your lips.

“An old remedy,” He had explained, after you sip the broth and he readily takes the bowl, before bringing another tray this time of buttered bread and fruit. They were simple things to nibble on, as your appetite still wasn’t what it was since the baby had been born.

His mother had been the occasional midwife, and so he had often accompanied her for the more heavy lifting such as gathering firewood or moving furniture around if necessary. It was how he picked up a few things.

The recipe was one that he had learned from her, he could recall the spices she used, the careful eye on the pot as it simmered. Her voice careful in a whisper as to not disturb the resting new mother and child. Her hands were warm. It was different now, now that he was a man grown and making it to the best of his memory.

“Rest,” He instructs, his tone gentle yet leaving no room for argument as he carefully wraps the baby to his chest, still using his hand to support their tiny body.

You raise a brow, a slight wariness to your eyes as you look at him. For the past week Dedue had all but been caring for you, the baby, and the house you both called home.

“Are you certain I can’t help you somehow? I hate to just laze around while you’re doing everything,” You protest. Despite yourself, you find a chill running down your spine as you try to at least keep the blankets over your legs, resisting the urge to sink further into them.

“You are not lazing around,” Dedue corrects, "You had a child and now you're recovering."

He had a point, but it didn't mean you had to like it...

It was a strained event, so then again, you knew that overall, Dedue was more concerned with your health. You had been so weak, from blood loss and the strain. No one said it out loud, but there was a lingering fear that what if your conditioned worsened... if you had-

No, now was not the time to think of such things. A baby's coo brings him back to the present. His eyes trail on soft cheeks, a tiny nose, even eyes that peer back at him in wonder at the new things experienced by this tiny being.

Dedue smiles. All is well.

#halcyon writings.#fire emblem x reader #fe3h x reader #fe imagines #fe3h imagines #fe x reader #dedue molinaro x reader #fe dedue x reader #fire emblem three houses x reader #fe16 x reader #fire emblem dedue x reader

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fiction-box · 2 years ago

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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.

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r0-boat · 7 months ago

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mommymooze · 4 years ago

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Lack of Vision

Reader x Black Eagles

The smell of ancient vellum, leather, ink, paper and polished wood fills your nose before you enter the room. Some of the students have begun to clear out having finished the bookwork assigned by their professors. You prefer the library to be nearly void of others, their whispered conversations disturbing your concentration and you can feel their eyes upon you as they watch you reading and looking for the proper materials for class. You come from a well-respected family in the Empire, not a noble, however your family works with them and high level healers and mages.

None of that matters here at Garreg Mach. Teenagers are cruel creatures, judging everyone by their superficial standards. The more aesthetically appealing, the higher the regard given to the student. You are nearly invisible to most of the students, nothing of importance about you. There are thick eyeglasses on your face that warps your appearance into something strange and difficult to look at. You attract no attention, nor do you draw attention to yourself. The only person that notices you for any reason is Hubert. He took interest in you for a short period of time to confirm that you are no danger to his Lady, once cleared he ignores you like the rest.

The Professor is extremely hesitant to allow you to accompany the group into any battle. Your primary focus is Faith magic and healing, however you do cast reason spells. Targeting enemies at a distance is, extremely difficult for you. As far as healing, Linhardt keeps his fellow students alive long enough for the group to make it back to the monastery, Dorothea being his backup. When the student is brought back to the infirmary, that is where your magic becomes the most useful. Your healing skills quickly rival Manuela. Not being distracted by sparring, fighting and traipsing around the campus flirting, fighting or pranking like most of the students, you immerse yourself completely into your studies.

You constantly write home requesting additional and more advanced healing tomes and books about magical theory. Even Professor Hanneman is jealous of some of the people you correspond with regularly, discussing points of rune manipulation and theory. Professor Byleth is surprised that you pass the Gremory test before the ball. You would be upset if you had not passed, perfecting your magic skill is your obsession.

Eyeglasses are the worst in every weather. They fog in winter, get drippy with spring rain. Summer they slip and slide from sweat. Fall it is back to rain. At the academy, there is just enough space between the buildings that your glasses quickly get acclimated to the cooler temperature outside, then as soon as you step inside, they fog up immediately, rendering them useless. Useless for you means near blindness. You can tell that things moving around are other people. There is no depth perception, stairs are terrifying. As soon as you make your way inside a building you seek a wall to put your back against as you wait for the fog to clear.

Once Ferdinand had found you just inside the building containing the library. He grabbed your hand and started to drag you to the stairs. You had to stop and explain to him why you were so intimidated and refused to go with him.

He should offer his arm so that you can hold on and if anything bothers you or you do not feel comfortable you could let go and keep your balance and composure. He then starts to march forward at his normal pace, which is great if you are tall and long legged such as he is, however your height is more in the category of Edelgard’s and you would have to nearly run to keep up with him.

“Pretend you are carrying a teacup filled to the brim with hot tea. How quickly would you move with that in your hand? Do you want to spill it all over yourself and possibly burn your hand?” You ask.

“Goodness no!” Ferdinand responds. “What a terrible waste of tea!” Ferdinand thusly takes his time and you arrive at the library unscathed.

Time passes, Emperor Edelgard declares war. You join her side without hesitation. The church is indeed corrupt. The noble system is useless and only sustains power to those that should never have been entrusted to it in the first place. The Emperor also announces the Black Eagle Strike Force. Not long after this announcement you approach her, Hubert always alongside of his liege.

You reach forward placing a handful of necklaces with a Black Eagle medallion on them. “I wish to distribute these to the members of the Strike Force with your permission.”

Hubert immediately notices that the necklaces are enchanted. “What is this?” He demands an answer.

“As you know, my sight distance is limited. This will expand my abilities greatly. Should someone undergo severe injuries or become surrounded by enemies I can remove them from the situation or cast physic on them. It does not have to be visible on their person, they can wear it under their armor.” You answer.

“How do you know one from another?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Once everyone has worn them for a few days I will be able to tell the difference, who has which necklace and once in battle I will have no issue identifying the correct person to assist.”

“Hmmm.” Hubert is hesitant to agree.

“I think it is a wonderful idea. We have a long difficult road ahead of us. If it provides the opportunity to save an ally, I cannot see how this would be an issue.” Emperor Edelgard smiles.

Leaving a necklace for the two on the table, you seek out the remainder of the Strike Force handing them their necklaces, giving them instructions to try to wear it at all times, always wearing it during a battle. You then find Linhardt and discuss the intricacies of the spell with him. He is quite impressed, not impressed enough with needing to learn anything further, lest it cause him more missed naps.

Unfortunately, you are not able to give Professor Byleth theirs before the attack on Garreg Mach.

Without being amid the battle itself, you greatly aid your allies. Two clerics with minor healing skills and perfect eyes describe the battle as it unfolds. They both speak at the same time describing everything they see. You have been training them for weeks. They keep you appraised of nearly everyone on the battlefield. You cast physic and fortify on several allies, healing them, allowing them to keep fighting. Nobody must be rescued as a result, however it is always an option.

The weary warriors return to camp, the injured head to the infirmary. Once you heal all wounded there, you quietly make your way around camp. Stopping at the entrance to a tent you announce yourself.

“You are injured. Let me attend you.” You whisper to the canvas entrance flap.

“I have seen too much blood today. Let me sleep.” Linhardt moans.

You enter the tent, shuffling forward until you touch his cot. “You’ll sleep better if you are healed. Assist me if you want this completed quickly. Fight if you want this to take longer.”

“Very well.” The sleepy man turns on his side, tugging at his robes to show his right leg and the gash in his calf.

You need little light to work, most of what you do is by touch. Cleansing the wound, folding and refolding the cloth to have the clean portion removing the debris and dried blood. Healing the wound, finally rubbing the scar with light soft touches of magic until nothing is left but smooth and slightly pink skin.

You leave, heading for the next tent. It is easy to tell who is injured. Sometimes the smell of blood alerts you. Whimpers of pain, cursing, stuttered breathing, all of them involuntary tells that they are hiding their wounds. No amount of chastising them has worked thus far. You must seek them out and find them before they fall face first in the dirt, fevers burning because of infection that quickly settles in their neglected wounds.

You can tell this tent belongs to Ferdinand. He makes the smallest high pitched squeak when he moves an injured muscle the wrong way.

“Ferdie, I’m coming in.” You give him ten seconds before you enter.

“S-Sorry. I should’ve…” The redhead begins to apologize.

“Shh. Guide me to the worst first.” You instruct him. You’ve been through this many times before. You recall back at the monastery you would drag him back to the infirmary after returning from battles. He would then invite you to tea and tell you about everything that happened. He would frequently let slip about a few people that had been hurt, and those you had not seen in the infirmary would be sought out later.

His hip had a deep gouge in it from the point of a sharp lance. You wonder how me made it back to the tent with something that deep, the blood had dripped all down his leg. You cleanse it, pouring some healing potion in to soften the burn as you prepare him for the alcohol to follow, flushing out the debris and who knows what that was on the enemy lance tip. Finally, you heal the wound closed now that you are certain it will not become infected. He tells you the next injury is to his shoulder.

Completing your treatment of each and every one of his wounds you get back on your feet. “Tell me what you find in the morning. The worst infections can come from the smallest cuts.”

“I know, thank you.” He calls out to the darkness of his tent.

You know whose tent is next. You stand outside, pausing. “Don’t blast me into next week. I must do what is necessary.” You announce before entering.

“Your concern is unnecessary.” He fumes.

“You prefer necrosis?” You sass.

“To be looked after –ugh.” Hubert groans.

“Better than dead. I’m going to be here a while, aren’t I?” You kneel in front of his cot, smelling blood everywhere. You know he has a high threshold for pain but this man is ridiculous. He is a human pincushion filled with so many holes he should be classified as swiss cheese.

You begin by placing him under a magically induced sleep. This slows his heart rate, making him bleed out slower. Lighting several candles in the room you need to pick apart this man, healing every possible wound new or old, removing all signs of infection.

He cares so little for himself it is a miracle that he can remain standing on his own feet most days. Tweezers and a scalpel assist you with removing four pieces of shrapnel from his back. Two fractured ribs are also healed. His legs are battered by the fallout of spells attacking him. He can deflect them from his head and torso, however he is so tall that his legs still feel some of the impact of magic and what it carries with it. One last scan for any further untreated injuries makes you sigh in relief. You pull back on the sleep spell a bit. He remains asleep, allowing him to rest, however he should not be so deep in sleep as to not be able to be rustled awake.

Sitting on the ground in front of his cot, you rest and meditate until morning. You will not leave him unprotected. Once he begins to rustle several hours later, you stand and face the exit to the tent.

“I would ask if I missed anything, but you will never tell me if I did.” You state matter-of-factly.

“Thank you.” He mutters softly.

You nod and leave.

Camp is broken down. Everything is packed into wagons or on the back of horses. Enbarr is the next destination. Back to the capital to plan.

Most of the fights for the next few years are smaller skirmishes. The larger battles are much fewer and further between. However, this current battle is quite serious. The Empire has had control over the bridge at Myrddin since the Emperor declared war. There is word of kingdom forces approaching, threatening the bridge and surrounding territory. The entire Strike Force is called together to interfere with the invasion.

You have the bridge map memorized. The strategic meetings provide you with the locations of where everyone is to be deployed and defending their area. Your assistants inform you of the fighting and position changes as the battle unfolds. They update you as the enemy moves forward beginning their attacks. Suddenly the watcher to the right is quickly rambling, upset and excited.

“What! Tell me what is going on!” You order, having no idea what is happening due to their rambling.

“They are swarming, trying to get past Caspar and Ferdinand, many are getting through and overwhelming Hubert. He’s moving back but…”

Immediately you cast Physic at Hubert then Caspar.

“I can’t see Hubert there are so many around him!” the observer is shaking moving left to right to see.

You cannot let him fall. You cast warp and appear standing alongside his fallen body. There are a few surprised utterances by the soldiers, however they are quickly gathering their wits about them. They are not as fast as you are, you throw a series of spells. The first is your Thoron. You cannot see well enough to cast it as a normal Thoron, your modified version is closer to clusters of ball lightning emitting from around you, arcing out in a rotating pattern. You lean over Hubert, who is still alive from what you can feel. The soldiers swarming him are very very much at risk and feeling your wrath. Their bodies jolt and shake with the electricity. Just as the spell ends you cast recover on Hubert.

“Muh…more coming!” The dark mage blurts out, casting Mire at the closest one.

You call upon the hellfire from within you, casting your own special Ragnarock. The smell is horrific as all flesh in a huge circle around you is incinerated in the heat of the flames that extends around you for a 30 foot radius.

“What next?” You ask the dark mage on the ground beneath you.

“You were successful.” Hubert says as he takes your hand to assist him in getting back onto his feet.

Hubert begins to walk briskly towards the next sign of melee. You grab his elbow and are dragged along.

“Are you certain you wish to do this?” The dark mage asks.

“I’ve made it so far.” You counter, scared and excited at the same time as you are headed for the center of the battlefield.

There are a lot more sounds around you than normal. Spells going off, horses rushing in at the direction of their riders, the clashing of metal against metal. You keep turning your head at every sound. You hear the sound of boots coming closer, you cannot clearly make out a face, but the colors donned by the fighter are of the enemy, so you cast a normal Thoron spell at him. Hubert calls out and you direct your attention to him.

“Heal Ferdinand!” He orders.

You lock on the cavalier and cast Physic. A hearty Yes! is heard not too far away as you continue to be aware of your immediate surroundings.

Hubert dashes away from you, headed further toward the center of battle. You know better than to run into the thickest part of things where your clear vision extends not more than six feet ahead of you. A green coated figure comes close and you grab onto the arm of Linhardt as he walks past.

“Everyone good?” You ask as he is dragging you along with him.

“So far. I am glad this is almost over. I am so exhausted.” He groans.

You listen as the noise dies down, the sounds of spells being cast has ended. The voices are calling out more organizational orders than directing the forces to attack. Linhardt takes you to the area where they have set up camp, pointing you into the direction of the infirmary tent before he gets close enough to be dragged inside. A healer outside notices you and hauls you in, you are needed to put a few soldiers back together. Much later, as you emerge from the tent you are grabbed and warped away.

“Sit.” You are pushed backward until your calves hit a surface for you to sit upon. He stands in front of you, arms crossed.

“I know. It is a risk I had to take. You are too stubborn and so am I.” You confess before you are asked a question.

“Do you have any idea what-“ Hubert’s voice is full of venom and anger.

“Yes, I do. More than you. I did not join this war to do anything halfway.” You calmly answer. You know his bark is worse than his bite. And if he wanted to harm you, he would kill you first and ask questions later.

The dark mage turns to step away, then spins around to face you again. “And what of after the war?”

“I have no vision of what is beyond anything that I can see right now. I have bound myself to you through a blood oath that you did not participate in, so that I could help you live through this war.” You respond, quiet and rational. “You are not committed to me and owe me nothing. I knew you would not wear the necklace. I did what is necessary to keep you alive. We cannot win this without you. It is not like I will ever have a suitor clamoring at my door.”

Hubert is furious. You knew he would be. Based on ancient customs and rituals in several countries, one of them Brigid you created the spell. There is an exchange of blood between wedded parties, mixing their blood so the two could ‘become one’. However further research into the matter reveals that as a part of one’s self being with the other could be extremely useful, especially relating to magic spells to locate the other and/or to assist them.

The moment you warped to Hubert’s side, he knew what had occurred. You knew he would treat it as a betrayal of his trust in you, however this being a ‘one way’ blood passing would not bind him to you in any way. A complete exchange blood oath on his part would sever this one sided oath and cause a magical backlash to yourself. Since you had initiated this blood oath, you cannot perform this with another.

He pinches the bridge of his nose. “What is done is done. Leave.” He orders.

The tents and supplies are packed away again, the long convoy is back on the road. The anniversary of the millennium festival approaches quickly. The weather has turned quite miserable, raining day and night. The roads are getting sloppier every day. Riding in the back of the supply wagon is dangerous for you, but you feel it is worse it is worse as you cannot tell where you are stepping. Just as someone announces they can see Garreg Mach in the distance, the wagon you are riding in flips onto its side due to the deep ruts in the roadway and shifting of the cargo. You are buried under multiple boxes and cargo from the wagon.

When you awaken you are dry and clean and lying on a cot in the infirmary of the academy. You sit up in the bed and recall what happened. Your left arm is wrapped up to your shoulder. You feel a bump on your head. What you don’t feel, is your glasses.

“Cleric?” You call out. You know someone was in the room with you, you had heard them with papers.

“Oh! You are awake. I will fetch Manuela.” You hear her footsteps getting further and further away down the hall.

Manuela arrives and explains the situation. Your left arm will have to be in a sling for a few days. Your glasses were crushed under the wagon. A message was written and sent today requesting a replacement pair, nothing we can do for that in the meantime. She fits you with a sling and at your insistence you walk from the infirmary down to the first floor. Alone.

You were able to slowly make it to the end of the corridor that led to a courtyard. From there you only have to cross the courtyard, find the stairs down and then the dorms in order to get to your room. Piece of cake you think to yourself. You know the layout of the monastery, where the obvious dangers are. It’s just the minor details that you can’t see. If someone leaves items out where they don’t belong or an item is in an unusual spot, that could be a problem for you.

The open courtyard is intimidating, people can come at you from all angles, and they do. You do not get run over, but you get spooked when a large something crosses your vision suddenly. You feel better when you get to the area that has bushes all along one side. You stay close to the bushes, keeping out of the way of the faster people.

Now is the dangerous part. The stone walkway in front of you, and the stairs that go down to the dorms. You must choose embarrassment or death. You choose to not die today. Sitting on the ground you scooch your behind closer and closer to where you think the edge of this level is until your feet reach the end of the stone covered walkway. You scoot until your lower legs are over the wall and feet are hanging. From here you scoot right until your feet touch the stairs leading down.

Whew. Now you can stand on the steps, hold on with your hands on the level above as you cautiously descend down the stairs. One step at a time. Your hands are now flat on the wall above the stairs. One last step and there’s no further steps. You made it! Nobody saw you or if they did they said nothing and you lived!

Cautiously you walk across the small courtyard until you knock into the porches of the dorms. You grab a post, sit on the porch, spin your legs and then stand up next to the post. No stairs, no problem you think.

You are at the last room, that belongs to Byleth. You knock.

“Come in.” Is pleasantly called from the inside.

“Byleth, can you give me a hand and get me to my room. I’ve been released by Manuela.” You request.

The former Professor walks past you, stopping so you can take her elbow. “I am happy that you are out already and didn’t have any serious injuries. Your eyeglasses were smashed beyond fixing. Are you going to be okay getting around on your own? She inquires.

“I can make it here and there. I have problems with stairs, anything that is left out of place, cats and dogs being on the paths. I perhaps should get a walking stick to help with balance. I can see a little, everything is just very very blurry. While you may see a barrel, its edges, the lines of the wood, the metal band holding it together, I see a brown almost oval blob. I can judge by the size of the blob if I am close enough to bump into it.

Byleth leads you out the door, pausing at the stairs, then through the courtyard to the next set of stairs, finally over to your room that is next to Bernadetta’s. Thanking her you go through your room, arranging your clothes and belongings. You are always quite organized in your room. Everything must be in its place or you can’t find it. You go to your desk drawer and pull out your magnifying glass. If you have plenty of light you can just make out a few letters in a row on a written page. So you can read, but it’s going to give you eye strain. You decide that maybe it’s time to do some handiwork. Heading out the door you walk to your neighbor and knock on hers.

“Bernie, can we talk a minute?” You ask pleasantly.

Bernadetta cracks her door open then shuts it quickly. “Who is it!”

“Bernie, it’s me. I don’t have my glasses, so I guess I must look different?” you question as you answer her.

“Oh! You do look much different without your glasses on.” The purple haired woman opens the door, now recognizing you, she lets you inside leading you to a chair by her desk.

“I heard they were broken when the wagon tipped over. How are you doing? I bet Bernie can help you some.” She smiles.

“Oh Bernie, that would be wonderful if you can walk with me sometimes. I don’t want to be a burden on anyone. I know you don’t like getting out much, but I do need to get to the dining hall. Honestly, the stairs scare me a lot!” You confess.

“Oh! I think they would be scary to someone that can’t see them. I will help you. Just let me know, okay?” Bernadetta offers.

“You have perfect vision, I trust you so much Bernie. Oh! I came over because I have a request. Since I can’t read much right now, I thought I would knit. Can I borrow a couple pair of needles you’re not using right now?” You request.

“Sure! I have quite a few different sizes, so you have a few to choose from.” The woman dashes to a drawer to grab her needles.

You are sitting on a bench outside the greenhouse knitting, a small rectangle grows longer below the needles.

Without turning you call out, “Hey Ferdinand, are you busy?”

“I did not see you there. You are looking quite well. Are you getting along all right? May I be of assistance in any way?” He happily answers, being the noblest of nobles, he must offer his assistance to all that could possibly require it.

“If you would have some time to escort me to the market briefly in the next few days, I would like to purchase some yarn.” You request.

Ferdinand bows low, “Of course, I would be most happy to assist. I do have somewhere I have to be, however I will return for you before dinner. I will then escort you to your room to store your purchase, and then take you to the dining hall as well. It is my duty to help all in need of aid. Please do let me know if there is anything else that I can assist you with.” He smiles brightly, you know because you can hear it in his voice. If a smile was ever loud, it would be his.

Time passes and Ferdinand returns to greet you again. “I am yours to command.” He says bowing before you.

“If you could please take me to the market and find the one selling wool and other knitting materials.” You say grabbing his elbow as he leads you past the pond.

“How are you getting along without your glasses? I see you are keeping busy.” He asks as you slowly stroll.

“I am doing fine. It’s not like I’ve suddenly lost my vision altogether. I simply cannot see clearly at the moment. The finer details are not visible. A basket of apples is varying shades of red in a brown circle. Grass is simply mottled green with no individual blades. Stairs do not show their depth, the ground does not reveal its pitch. If small thin items are on the footpath I cannot see them. Reading is difficult without a magnifying glass, and that gets tiresome after a while. I could not see very far away before, so nothing has changed there.” You reflect.

“Here we are.” Ferdinand brings you forward to the cart.

“Sir,” you ask the proprietor, “Have you any lambs wool or perhaps Angora?”

The man hands you two skeins of wool, one being a bit softer than the next. You feel some of the wool that he has on display. These two skeins are softer, but not by much, certainly not Angora wool.

“I have a project in mind for the Emperor you see…” You don’t care much for name dropping, however in this case, it is the absolute truth.

“Oh.” The merchant gasps. “I think this may be more in line with what you are looking for.” He takes the other two balls of yarn and replaces it with a different one.

This skein feels very silky and soft. There are long, soft hairs mixed in with the wool, which is much closer to the feel of the yarn you desire. “This is more like what I will need.” You answer. Haggling the price a bit you make your purchase. You also buy 8 other skeins of wool in different colors. And several pairs of knitting needles.

The merchant packages your goods and hands them to Ferdinand.

“Anything else?” the noble asks as he walks you back towards the dining hall.

“Thank you so much, it went much faster than me wandering from cart to cart, trying to identify what the merchant is selling.”

The next week you take your shifts in the infirmary, go to meetings and knit in your spare time. Bernadetta attends the meetings regularly, since she must escort you.

Guardian Moon is extremely cold to those from Enbarr. People from the Kingdom would probably walk about in their shirtsleeves. You invite Emperor Edelgard to tea in your room this day and she accepts.

You bustle about your room, gathering everything necessary for a lovely tea. The bergamot is steeping, smelling wonderful as she knocks.

“Please come in, Lady Edelgard.” You answer.

“You are as bad as Hubert! Just Edelgard, please!” She laughs.

“Please help yourself.” You offer sweet pastries with a delicious cinnamon crumble on top.

You fuss with the tea, removing the leaves now that the brew is complete. You pour for the both of you and offer sugar cubes or honey.

There is a knock on the door, “Package!” is called out in a male voice.

You are so excited you nearly knock over the tea table. You dive to the door and take the box from the delivery person, throwing coins at them and slamming the door.

You return to the table and hand it to Edelgard.

“Please open it for me. My new glasses!” You are beside yourself with excitement.

She laughs as she is handed the package and quickly removes the wrapping. Sliding the lid of the box open, she hands the box to you.

Your hands shake a little as you reach inside, taking the glasses in hand at the edge of the lenses, flipping the temples out, you slide them onto your face. You will have to adjust things a bit for the fit, but they feel like home.

“Well, how are they?” Edelgard excitedly asks.

“Perfect! You look even more beautiful than I remember you!” You grin widely, so happy to be able to see her clearly again.

“It is a shame that you have to wear them.” Edelgard comments. “They really distort your eyes. Perhaps some day they can create some type of magic to correct your eyesight.”

“Thankfully, I am not vain. I choose being ugly and able to see rather than be blind and pretty. As Dorothea says, beauty is only skin deep. It is the true beauty of the person inside that counts.”

“So true.” Edelgard nods.

You stand and scuttle over to a dresser. “I have something for you!” Reaching inside you remove a long red fluffy scarf. “It is getting colder outside, my hands need to keep busy. I made a scarf for everyone on the Strike Force.” You announce, handing her the scarf.

Edelgard takes it in hand and wraps it around her neck. “Oh my! This is the softest thing I have ever felt! It is so warm! I can feel my neck is warmer already!” She exclaims, then stands to give you a warm soft hug.

“We certainly need to keep warm through the next few battles.” You nod.

“Your perseverance is your strongest attribute.” Edelgard commends you. “We need people with that on our side. To engage the obstacles head on, finding new and different ways to get around them. I admire your strength in continuing to do your best, no matter what adversity is thrown your way. Knowing you makes me a stronger person.”

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cryo-regalia · 4 years ago

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realization

with the land divided in the middle of a war, it isn’t very often that claude gets to have much time between him and his teacher. it’s only over a cup of tea and snacks that he realizes how much he cares for them and that they’re more than just a pawn on his chessboard ft. claude von riegan

— THEMES: byleth!reader, gender neutral!reader, vague spoilers for verdant wind

Claude von Riegan wasn’t a flirt. He wouldn’t call himself one, or maybe that was just him.

He didn’t indulge in romance in the same way someone like Sylvain or Lorenz would. He didn’t approach the first woman he laid eyes on and ask them out on a date out to town with no intent of truly understanding them than what was presented at face value or inspired by self-loathing. It never held much substance in his mind to focus on holding up his image as a member of nobility when that as it was wasn’t something he concerned himself over, or to hunt out the perfect wife for when he rose to power. People could think what he wanted about him, he didn’t care. He didn’t arrive at Garreg Mach or Fódlan as a whole to find a woman to marry or carry his bloodline and Crest. He knew that would become a necessity at some point in his life, but when people were tossing themselves into a war no one wanted to be in, it wasn’t really the time. Not when the stability of a fraction of Fódlan and another continent entirely rested on his shoulders. He may have had an ulterior motive of prying the secrets and information out of someone when they had piqued his interests, but he wasn’t cruel enough to play with their heart and drop them just as quick. He had a dream to carry out, and he didn’t have time to prioritize romance when there were plenty else at stake that could be ripped from his grasp if he dropped his guard.

But the person in front of him tore apart the walls he built up so well and so long ago. Did they realize what they had done? Surely they noticed how authentically relaxed he was, with slumped shoulders and calm eyes compared to the casual yet defensive stance he usually held himself up with. Piece by piece, it fell and crumbled into shards of what once was and only glued itself together when he stepped foot in front of someone that wasn’t them or the Golden Deer, people he had come to consider more than allies or sources of information. Five years changed nothing about the feelings for them that he cherished, aside from heightening them considerably when he saw them glowing beneath the rays of the sunset on the Goddess Tower. They may have been shocked and bewildered—he couldn’t blame them when everyone and everything but them had succumbed to the hands of time, for the better or worse—but they were just as beautiful as they were the last time he saw them. Goddess, they left him speechless. Figuratively, anyways. He always had something lingering on his tongue ready to slip a lie or two to get someone off his back. But for them, Claude would give them as much of the truth as they asked for without even thinking twice about if it was something he wanted to divulge or not.

How did it come to this? To him falling for the person who saved his life in Remire Village all those years and chose his class to teach of their own volition the very next day. To him missing spending time in the dining hall with them, his favorite meal, and a plus-one he secretly wished would sit a few chairs away to get some privacy. To him fighting a war missing them being by his side and their confident orders that left them with the thrill of victory coursing through his veins without fail. To their private chats that initially started as him probing them for information he couldn’t get elsewhere or to quell his own gluttonous curiosity to something more personal that left him feeling naked, vulnerable, and lighter. To him sitting beneath the gazebo for a cup of tea and assorted sweets in the rare moments of peace they had with the person of his dreams across from them. Green eyes watched as a stick, once lying peacefully on the ground where it fell from one of the many trees around them, was whipped around like a sword in exuberant gesture. He remembered the conversation of overcoming weaknesses had come up and drawn him in, but, with an amused grin, he couldn’t help but wonder what had convinced his favorite professor and partner in crime to start performing physical reenactments and examples.

“When the enemy swings like this-” The tree branch whistled as it was whipped left-to-right, then right-to-left. “Pull your wyvern back and as they’re regaining their footing and stance, aim your bow and fire. Even if they have a shield, the rest of their body is open. An opening is an opening, no matter how small it may be.”

Claude bobbed his head as they spoke, listening to every word and drank it in like a desperate and dehydrated traveller in the middle of a heatwave. It was to no surprise that each movement they followed through with was full of experience. Although it lacked the same energy as it would during an actual fight with an opponent aiming for their life, there was clear effort put into it. It looked strikingly similar to an advanced technique he remembered Felix learning not too long ago and quickly mastering. Each step they took was coordinated and exactly, meant to support their weight and keep them stable as if their invisible enemy would knock them off their feet if they misstepped. There was a clear understanding of the art, and that only made the sight of them even more eye-catching. It was a miracle he wasn’t shot down from his wyvern when he spent so much time watching them and their movements, plunging their weapons outwards or pulling back the drawstring with such expertise that it became second nature. He wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case; they were the child of a mercenary and from what he picked up on, a sword took the place of a rattle when they built up the muscles to support it.

His lips pressed against the porcelain teacup cradled in one hand and took in the warm liquid flooding against his taste-buds while his eyes took the person in front of him in. It wasn’t often that they had time to sit and relax like this when there was so much else that had to be done, and so when they had the moment of suspicious but welcome tranquility he treasured them more than anything. They always knew what to talk about that had him drawn in, they always had the perfect answer to whatever questions he posed, but not in the sense that they were just trying to butter him up. Their responses were so authentic and genuine, as if he had found his other half. Claude bit back the snort that dared to try and reveal itself and instead took another gulp of the beverage served. There was something nutty about it, with the faintest tickle of chocolate that had him questioning what was in his cup. It was too dark and thin in texture for it to have been hot chocolate, or any kind of dessert masked behind an unassuming hue. But he drank it anyways, knowing they put the time and effort into it and that they wouldn’t add anything to it that would harm him. It was oddly familiar and while it laid on the tip of his tongue in a physical and metaphorical sense, the answer was so close that he could reach out and grasp it but his fingers would brush against it.

Eventually, his professor (he still struggled to not call them that) shifted from sword techniques to that of a lance and then a bow with graceful and effortless movements. That was his Teach, able to do whatever they put their mind to. He wasn’t surprised how easily they held their natural weapon and he felt a swell of pride bubble in his chest knowing that five years hardly dwindled their ability to fight. Relax your back, he silently mused as he examined their stance. They looked a bit stiff and while he knew their armor would conceal most of their body, if they were ambushed by a close-ranged fighter they’d be toppled over pretty quickly and easily. Claude knew that they could handle themself just fine, but that didn’t stop him from becoming bitter at the thought of his favorite person being given a nasty wound that could have easily been avoided. The stick was held up vertically, one hand curled around it and the other pulling an imaginary string and arrow back and over their shoulder. They spun left and right with a dramatic flair that he recognized as his own, shooting at imaginary enemies appearing around them with somewhat dramatic sound effects provided.

They performed yet another spin on their heel, this time moving to face him with playful determination spread across their features. But as they moved to a standstill, a sharp yelp slipped from their lips as they fell backwards. Their eyes flew open wide in surprise and they jolted, arms spread out at their sides to catch them. One second Claude was still in his chair and cradling his teacup like it was a wyvern egg, the next he was on his feet with his nose less than an inch away from brushing against theirs in some kind of strange kiss. A frantic and uncontrolled hand gripped onto the fabric of his sleeve beneath the golden armor plate connected to the loose matching cloth while the other clutched into the Alliance’s emblem sewn into the cloth of his opposite shoulder. His own was wrapped around them in a secure embrace as he leaned over them, boots digging into the ground to keep him up and prevent them from toppling onto one another. One arm curled around their hips, the other supporting their upper torso and the base of their neck with large and gentle hands. A few strands of dark hair had slipped out of place and tickled their face, but it was a feature he noticed for a moment but paid no mind after that. The suddenness of it was a bit exhilarating, but he found their situation a bit more shocking than anything.

[Your name]’s lips slowly opened in surprise as they let everything that happened within seconds sink in. Their grip loosened around his clothing, but didn’t let go just yet and, to be frank, Claude was okay with that. “Thanks,” they said breathlessly after a moment more of silence mixed with their breathing.

“No problem,” Claude replied in a tone mirroring their own.

His mouth felt dry out of the blue and his throat stung like he received a minor papercut. Thankfully he had his gloves on or they would have felt the sweat form in his palms and he didn’t know if the most perfect lie would have gotten him out of that. Why was he getting so nervous? There was no reason to be. He had sparred with them time and time again, in which he sometimes found himself on his back with a blade against his throat and other times he had his chest to their back, the arrowhead tapping against their cheek teasingly. Careful, Teach, he would say with a grin as his eyes checked to be sure it didn’t form blood, One draw of my bow and it’d be over for you. But they both knew he wouldn’t have laid a hand on them. That went unspoken for half a decade now and he knew that wouldn’t change no matter how harsh the passage of time was on the two of them. Now, he couldn’t look away. It felt impossible to do so, like some external force had a tight grip on him and his actions, but he didn’t have a problem with it. This felt right, it felt natural despite his inexperience, as though the two of them were the only ones in the world or in the damaged Garreg Mach Monastery. They fit perfectly in his hands without trying or being aware of it. He wondered if they were thinking the same. If he leaned in a little more, he could-

“Claude?” [Your name] asked in a voice barely reaching above a whisper.

“I never want to let you go, Teach. I love you a bit too much to do that.”

The sentence came out so smoothly and easily tumbled past his lips that usually refused to allow his vulnerability or truth to escape. On one hand, letting that slip was a mistake. It was too unguarded, too personal and abrupt. What if a spy infiltrated the walls of the monastery and overheard his confession? He didn’t want to think about what might happen if Emperor Edelgard and her lanky shadow found out what he held dearest of all and planned on an attack because of that. Because of him. The paranoia tugged at him to make sure, and sent a careful and subtle glance around the gazebo surrounded by tall hedges. Why did he even confess in the first place? If they were truly loyal to him, things wouldn’t change if they happened to not accept his feelings, that’s that he told himself anyways. Their second nature was fighting the world with weapons of different names and effects, his was retracting his words and making perfect excuses and it activated only seconds with only a wide-eyed silent response. A dry like the leaves scattered across the grass escaped him, this time of his own accord, in an attempt to play it off as though he cracked a joke or was messing with them. As he was about to respond, a tender touch cut him off.

“I love you, too.” A calloused hand came up and patted his cheek with a soft and infectious smile that only highlighted any of their relief or joy or any other emotion. Their fingers rested against his skin and beneath his eye and he didn’t deny the idea of leaning against their palm. Claude didn’t know how long they stayed like that and the thought of that slipped his mind, but he focused his attention back on them and the sound of their voice. “Let me up, pretty boy.”

Pretty boy. Now that got an authentic laugh out of him that caused his shoulders to bounce and his lips to pull upwards. He was usually dismissive of flirtatious nicknames like that—by dismissive, he meant smile and nod and think nothing of it—but he was strangely welcoming and open to it to a point that it made something in his chest flutter. Claude did as asked, raising himself to his feet and brought them up with him. He made sure they were stable before releasing them and there was an odd pain in his chest when his hands moved from their body, like two magnets being pulled away from one another. He immediately missed the warmth and touch on their face and had to hold himself back from stopping them. They circled around him and back into their chair behind him, but neither of their gazes broke from where they He glanced down to his boots when a sharp snap reached his ears and [Your name]’s makeshift weapon laid in two pieces beneath his shoe, brushing it away and beneath the table like it wasn’t there to begin with. A laugh reached his ears that caused him to turn his head away as he returned to his own chair, first picking it up off of the ground and dusting the dirt and leaves off.

“I meant what I said,” Claude added after situating himself and tucked the loose hair behind his ear. He crossed his fingers beneath his chin, elbows pressed against the table, as he leaned forward. “When was the last time someone told you that?”

They lifted one of the snacks from the tray set out between them and stared down at it in a moment of thought, “Never, I don’t think. Dad might’ve said it a couple times when I was a kid, but that’s really it.”

“Then I’ll have to say it more often,” Claude hummed with a wink.

He received a roll of the eyes in return, an action he quickly picked up on being playful rather than unimpressed or bothered. After his little confession, Claude didn’t know what he was expecting and was pretty satisfied with the response of it. This wasn’t a romantic serenade and their teatime wasn’t meant as a date, just an outing as friends. Could they still be considered friends after that? Did either of them want to be friends still, or something more? He wouldn’t complain if it was the latter case; he liked the thought of being something more but bit his tongue. Instead, they continued to chat away and enjoy the tea and snacks presented in front of them until only crumbs and dark droplets remained in front of them. Their attention, however, laid on one another and barely focused on what was no longer there aside from the occasional reach for the teapot only to realize it was empty and leave it alone. From topics of past laughs, to Fódlan’s future, to places he’d like to go to, they just talked to one another. There was something much more freeing about the way the both of them spoke to one another. So comfortable, open, a little more than before, as though some kind of barrier stopping them from doing so before had been shattered to pieces.

Both of their heads raised at the sound of the ringing bell that bounced through the air. They had spent months together within these very walls, but the nostalgia was just as overwhelming as it had been the first night he and his Golden Deer returned for their reunion. The sky, once a baby blue hue with puffy white clouds passing by, started to become stained with orange and purple while the sun drifted beneath the horizon. The moon had taken its place long ago as it often did in the early mornings, but only now was it truly welcome and no longer needed to share the sky with its solar counterpart. Realizing this, [Your name] jolted in their chair as remembrance crossed their expression and scrambled onto their feet. Their jacket proceeded to be unceremoniously tossed over their shoulders from where it had been shed and draped on the back of their chair early on in their time spent together. Claude watched them oddly and, half expecting for them to drop into a defensive position and scouting an enemy, reached for Failnaught at his side, but returned his arm to his side when they seemed more in a hurry to get somewhere than about to be attacked.

“Have to go already?” Claude questioned and watched the host of the tea party.

[Your name] nodded with an apologetic smile. “Yeah, I’m sorry. I told Ignatz I’d help him with his riding skills before his Certification test and I don’t want to get to him too late,” they said as they pushed the chair in behind them. “But I’d love to take some more of your time tomorrow, or whenever you’re free.”

“So would I,” was his quick and earnest response. “Here, let me walk you there and I’ll get out of your hair.”

As they worked to assemble all of their cups and plates onto the cookie tray, a true and more joyful smile that showed their teeth bloomed across their lips. He hated to admit how his heart skipped a beat and how he held his breath at the sight of it like some kind of lovesick idiot. Only they did this to him and back during his academy days, he would have thought he dropped some kind of potion into his drink or soup. Before they could take it, Claude scooped the tray into one arm and easily balanced it with one hand and took the outstretched hand in his free one. He rose it to his lips and just as he was about to kiss their knuckles, his face was pushed away with a bright laugh but their hands remained intertwined anyways. The leader of the Alliance pouted but couldn’t keep it up for long and happily followed after them when they got walking. Side-by-side, they stepped around the tall hedges and down the stone pathway leading towards the greenhouse, leaving the table empty and alone behind them.

“By the way, Teach, what kind of tea did we have? It’s familiar.”

“Leicester Cortania. You wouldn’t believe how hard it was to get my hands on that.”

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