#fe3h reader

[sothisblessmysoul]

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

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

༓ʚ A Flower's Meaning ɞ༓

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[pxstelmxsings]

+ immortal characters x reader musing for anon. I deleted the ask by mistake.

They are old, inhumanily old. They can count on one hand how many other are the same age or older than themselves. Nations have raisen, fallen, and forgotten to the sands of time right before them. Ancient languages still thrive on their tongues. The knowledge they hold shall continue to fill libraries for centuries to come.

♡ Needless to say, age gaps within relationships no longer bother them. How can something unavoidable bother them? Anyone who they will love is simply human. They chose to focus on trying to spend as much time with you as possible.

♡ Zhongli, Alucard, Seteth, Kokushibo, England

✿ They hate falling in love. You will grow old and die. You will leave their side, and there is nothing they can do about it. Once you are gone, how long will your laugh haunt them? How long will they see you out of the corner of their eyes? Dreams will be torturous for decades to come.

But oh... they can't help it. You are a light they are powerless against.

✿ Xiao, Scaramouche/Wander, Flayn, Akaza, Prussia, Japan

✧ They see finding new love as a beautiful new adventure. Your love will be a story they will be carried within their stories for centuries to come. As time flies by, humans will see you as an old folklore, a love story to stand the test of time.

But they know you were real and that they loved you deeply.

✧ Tiki, Venti, Neuvillette, S.italy, France, China

[hana-no-seiiki]

//tw yandere, mention of blood, implied murder/violence, borrowing mr. devil’s creep! reader rq

YANDERE! CHILDHOOD FRIEND : *gives you a knife/dagger as a gift when you two were children*

CREEP! READER: This is such a weird gift

ALSO CREEP! READER: *maybe a decade or so later* *not only keeps the damn thing but is currently licking the fresh blood of their victim off of the gift*

meanwhile…

YANDERE! CHILDHOOD FRIEND : *is just plain horny from watching the whole ordeal* Holy fuck.

[pillow-boi]

Finally, the full color wheel with twitter and instagram's suggestions!

[glowingbadger]

heyyy so i'm imagining the fe3h guys in a modern club setting. who's dancing with you and who's in the corner wishing they were at home?

i feel like sylvain is an obvious answer; he'd be catching ass and dancing and doing all the works- idk about the rest though. i feel like obviously felix is wishing he was anywhere but out, maybe dimitri is awkwardly trying to match the vibe and claude isn't taking anything seriously. what are your thoughts 🎤

Y'know, technically my requests are closed, but it has been FOREVER since I did a little FE3H headcanon break, so let's talk "sexy run-in at the club" - especially since weirdly enough this is a scenario that makes its way through my brain semi-frequently. Maybe because I'm one of those people who listens to music while thinking "how can I make this about my OCs and/or the character I'm currently fixated on"

As a heads-up, these will be of varying degrees of implied spiciness, and a general CW for booze and cigarettes applies.

FE3H guys x GN!Reader

A night out at The Club TM

Modern AU, semi-NSFW

Linhardt: Absolutely does not want to be here, got dragged here by his friends- that said, connecting with you over a surprisingly in-depth conversation while lingering at the far end of the bar is a welcome oasis in this maelstrom of noise and chaos. The suggestion to find a quiet place to continue your chat (depending on the type of club, a private room or a tucked away back hallway) very gradually and naturally turns handsy and heated as the conversation continues. (tbh I always imagine Lin preferring a hookah lounge over all, but maybe that's because of my own fondness for them- plus, sharing a pipe can be so intimate)

Caspar: The noise, the energy, the hype, he is absolutely living for it, he's ready for a loud and wild night. If you're ready and able to match his energy, it's awesome if a little concerning- but more likely, you'll be the level head to help keep him just a little more focused and sane. It won't be long before he stumbles into you with his face flushed and a goofy smile on his face and leans close to make sure you can hear him over the music when he tells you he can't believe how insanely hot you are.

Ferdinand: He thinks he's there as the group chaperone (he is not, that's Hubert), and he's buzzed sooner than he wants to admit. That said, he absolutely loves dancing, and will gleefully take your hand and pull you into the crowd with him. He's gentlemanly about it, of course- genuinely here to have a good time with you. But the pull between you is undeniable, and he's just so charming when he smiles at you through the flashing lights. You'll have to be the one to make any serious moves if you want to go further, but damn is he receptive if you do.

Hubert: Actually the group chaperone, and only along because he knows exactly how out of hand things could get without someone holding the reins. If you're a wild sort yourself, he'll of course tease you a bit with that crooked, sardonic grin- but he's ultimately gentle and doting about getting you home safely. If you're more the responsible type like him, he enjoys the end of the night, when you both have gotten everyone else settled and finally have some quiet time at your apartment to wind down and get comfortable in a more intimate environment. (Those late night/early morning post-club conversations hit different)

Felix: He's another who's been dragged along by his friends, though depending on the club, he may at least be into the band or DJ. You're more likely to find him smoking out back, more for an excuse to get out of the noise for a bit than anything else. If you're so inclined, he'll definitely share his cig with you, but one way or another by the time Sylvain or Ingrid comes to find you both, he's leaning over you with your back against the brick outer wall and your bodies so close that you have to lurch away from one another when you realize you're not alone. Who knows when he'll have the guts to follow up on the undeniable sexual tension.

Sylvain: As you say, he's absolutely in his element here and is positively drinking it all up. Half way through the night, he's got you pulled against him in the middle of the dance floor, his shirt half-open and his hands shamelessly all over your body. He is genuinely a pretty good dancer, and while your dancing together could practically be considered foreplay, he is impressively on-rhythm. Of course, while he absolutely relishes in the tension between you, the moment you lean close and say into his ear that you want him, he's ready to find somewhere private.

Dedue: He's working the bar, serving up drinks with stoic efficiency and keeping an eye on things to make sure no one gets up to anything too risky. Throughout the night, you just barely catch his eyes lingering on you from time to time, and when you accept your drink from him with a smile, he finally lets slip just the smallest shy smile of his own. By the time you work up the courage to ask him when he finishes his shift for the night, he's got his number written on a cocktail napkin for you and hands it over with your drink order, which he insists is on the house.

Dimitri: Visibly awkward even just walking into the place, probably gets carded a couple times even though he's obviously of age, simply because he looks and acts like he doesn't belong here. That said, with time and maybe a drink or two (not too much- he gets existential when he drinks), he'll relax enough to enjoy just spending the time with you and his friends. Hell, you may even persuade him out onto the dance floor "just for one song," which soon turns into another, and another, as he forgets himself for once just for the chance to be close to you like this.

Ashe: Ashe is always someone who's surprisingly adaptable, so while he's not exactly a party animal, he knows his way around a night out with friends. He's attentive to your mood and your vibe, encouraging you onto the dance floor with him if it seems like it'll help you get out of your head and let loose, or simply lingering against the outer wall and watching the crowd together while you two share a drink and conversation. You two gradually stand closer and closer together- you know, to hear each other better over the music, of course. But when he tentatively asks if you'd like to go get some air with him, you can't help your heart fluttering when you nod.

Claude: He's absolutely down for a rowdy night, and is even more so looking forward to whatever dumb bullshit he and his friends can get up to- he loves a bit of drama on a night out, though he prefers to observe and gossip, rather than be directly involved. Halfway through the night, you'll find him lingering alone on a balcony overlooking the dance floor, but the moment he sees you, he'll call you over with a charming grin, slipping an arm around your waist oh-so casually as he offers you a sip of his drink. It's absolutely intentional that every time he leans close for you to hear him, his breath warmly grazes your ear.

Raphael: He's working security for the venue as a bouncer or some-such, and it's hard not to notice his huge, muscled frame on your way in that night. The next time you see him, he's stopping by the bar while on break, and he greets you with a wide and earnest smile when he notices you staring. He quickly gets caught up chatting with you, and barely remembers to finish grabbing a water and snack before getting back to work- but before he goes, he stammers out that you're really cool and really gorgeous, and fumbles out his phone to ask for your number. (You can also bet that if anyone tries to get even a little fresh with you that night, he'll physically lift them off of their feet to escort them out of the club)

Ignatz: Definitely got peer-pressured into coming along by Claude and Lorenz, but he's doing his best to be open to the experience, at least. He's open minded enough about music that he's enjoying the band or DJ while he nurses some kind of eclectic craft beer in hand. He hadn't realized his friends had persuaded you to come along until you're inviting him out onto the dance floor and they're pushing him towards you with knowing smiles until he follows you, tripping over himself a bit and bumping into you until he steadies himself and starts to get into the rhythm of it all.

Lorenz: If it's a night on the town, Lorenz is going all out; he's got a table reserved for everyone on the second floor balcony and gleefully buys the first round of wildly over-priced cocktails, offering a toast to a night to remember. That said, he also severely over-estimates his tolerance, so a couple hours of dancing and pricey drinks later, he'll be pink in the face and rambling to you about how incredible you look tonight and that he can't keep his eyes off of you. The following day, he vaguely remembers how he embarrassed himself, but does assure you that he meant every drunken compliment with complete sincerity. Maybe something to discuss over a hangover-cure-brunch-date.

Seteth: It's a coworker situation, and he's definitely only here because everyone in the office convinced him that it would be a "productive, team-building exercise" for everyone to get drinks together after work. While he's stiff as ever, even he can't hide the way his eyes linger on you all night, and the way he fusses over you as you work your way through a few drinks raises more than a few eyebrows. Canonically, Seteth has unusually high alcohol tolerance, so he's likely to spend the night adorably flustered by your flirtatious looks and touches while putting all of his focus and energy into making sure you (and everyone else, to be fair) get home safely. And hey, being sternly told to let him know when you get home is one way to get your handsome but uptight coworker's number.

Jeritza: Honestly, he's giving "drummer in the band at a grimy punk bar" vibes, and I'm so here for it. He seems completely entranced and in his own world while performing, but after the set when you need a second to breathe and collect yourself, you step outside to find him smoking out back, and the intensity of his stare freezes you in place. You trade a few words and a few drags of his cigarette, but it doesn't take long for him to quietly admit that he noticed you in the crowd, and it takes even less time after that for him to have you back inside and pressed up against the wall of the green room.

Balthus: He's always in for a good time, and more importantly, a messy and rowdy time. He's got running bets on who's going to tap out first for the night, and it sure as hell isn't gonna be him. Before he's even that tipsy, he'll have you out on the dance floor with him, clumsily but enthusiastically jamming along while screaming the lyrics of every song you two recognize. With enough time to get lost in the blissful chaos of it all, you'll be "that couple" aggressively making out in the middle of the crush of bodies on the dance floor until he huskily whispers to you that you should head to his place.

Yuri: Oh, Yuri has got the hookups. He knows the bartender, knows the owner (or hell, maybe he is the owner), and you'll have as many free drinks as you can handle and night-long access to a private room at your request. He's perfectly comfortable on the dance floor, of course, and sees the push-and-pull game of gradually experimenting with touches and friction while feeling the rhythm along side you to be positively stimulating. He'll have you blissfully pressing your body against him by the time he wordlessly begins to pull you back to the private room with him, a smirk across those lovely lips.

[frickingnerd]

dimitri when he's jealous

pairing: dimitri alexandre blaiddyd x gn!reader

tags: academy & war-phase!dimitri, dimitri is bad at feelings (but gets better), unhealthy to healthy behaviour, romantic feelings

during his time at the academy, dimitri isn't too aware of his own feelings and that includes jealousy as well!

he doesn't even realize he's slowly falling in love with you, until he sees you laughing and talking with another guy one day and gets this odd feeling in his chest…

he feels almost sick or like he strained some muscles in his chest? but it's not just physical, as he starts to feel… angry?

dimitri doesn't want to feel that way and it makes him feel guilty about his anger, which quickly shifts him towards a sadness instead

he's unable to tear his eyes off you when you're with someone else! despite how jealous he gets and how it hurts him, he knows it'd be worse if he didn't look at you and the other person!

dimitri grows quiet when he's jealous and just observes the situation, all while his feelings boil up inside of him

once the war begins and some years pass by, dimitri's jealousy grows worse!

it's not just that he gets jealous easier, but he also acts upon it now! if he sees someone else by your side and assumes they have romantic intentions, he'll break up the conversation between you and them!

and at his worst, he'll even threaten the person flirting with you; whether it's in front of you or cornering after they left you!

only as the war ends does he slowly come to terms with his jealousy. dimitri doesn't like feeling jealous and he doesn't Iike the person he becomes because of his jealousy

dimitri might still get jealous from time to time, but now he's acting in a healthier way; reminding himself that he has no need to be jealous and trying to ignore the situation, by distracting himself with something else

[vivillainous]

being gay is so hard

what do you mean i’m eternally damned to think of this middle aged depressed bird lady with severe emotional repression issues?? and the idiotic woman who loves her??

what do you mean i lay awake at night and yearn to write a hurt/comfort fix it fic of this little preppy pink lesbian and her green girlfriend who she’s forever doomed to fail with? and they never even became official??? their love forever unspoken yet always acknowledged between them because they just understood each other??

what do you mean the transfemme catgirl and powerful councilwoman engaging in targeted espionage are haunting my every waking thought??

where did they come from??? when will it end?

spoilers: i will wake up gay again come tomorrow.

[dark-konohagakure2]

hiii I saw that u write for fire emblem that got me SO excited!!!! can u write something for dimitri? lots of misogyny and him being really mean :3

tw: noncon, FE3H spoilers, kidnapping, black eagles!reader, abuse, misogyny, size difference, enslavement, power imbalance, mirror sex, abuse of power

All characters depicted are 18+

Dimitri is no longer the kind young man he used to be, even those outside of his inner circle know this, ever since Edelgard betrayed him in an absolutely unforgivable way, he has completely forgone showing any mercy towards her or anyone who opposes him, even those who aren't explicitly on Edelgard's side in the ongoing way, which means that Dimitri won't take kindly to any Black Eagle students he might encounter by chance in the midst battle.

The old Dimitri, the sane Dimitri, wouldn't be so quick to attack a former schoolmate, someone who he might have even once considered a friendly acquaintance or even a friend, but that version of Dimitri is dead and buried, killed by the very woman this little gnat is defending. The girl's loyalty to Edelgard is infuriating to Dimitri, his savage side wants to kill this loyal mutt where she stands, but his cold and calculated side wins out and he decides to prolong the torment.

Dimitri is the future king of Faerghus and a feared leader of a powerful faction, so he can do nearly anything he wants with little to no consequence, nobody will bat an eye when Dimitri brings in a 'prisoner' from the Adrestain Empire for him to 'interrogate' alone, even Felix, who is usually quick to antagonize the Boar King, doesn't even blink at Dimitri's incredibly out of character decision.

As soon as the doors to his vast personal chambers are closed, Dimitri's intentions towards her become clear as day, torture would have been a preferable fate compared to what he's going to do to her. She's a woman, he's a man, an important, strong, powerful man with a bone to pick, its only logical that she'd be forced to become his slave until further notice, until he gets Edelgard's head on a sphere at the very earliest.

"Filthy empire wench. Did you truly believe that you could side with that woman and get away with it? Perhaps bringing your holes to ruin will teach you some humility..."

Dimitri is savage in battle, and that will also carry over into bed, or at least it would if he deigned to fuck a filthy empire whore like her in his lavish bed, he's not going to sully his fine bedding with her mere presence, instead he'll fuck her right up against the nearest surface he can find, which just so happens to be a mirror.

He'll pound into her hard and fast, his pace and might nearly cracking the mirror, Dimitri will offer no reprieve whatsoever, one gloves hand tangled in her hair and the other gripping her hip tightly enough to draw blood as he takes all his anger out on her pussy, her breasts and face forcibly pressed against the cold glass of the mirror as his much larger, muscular body crowds her's.

Dimitri has never had sex before prior to this brutal session, he's too preoccupied with his royal duties and his revenge for such base desires, but now that he has a convenient and unwilling receptacle for his desires and his frustrations, he's starting to see why silly skirt chasers like Sylvain enjoy plundering some tight cunts so much.

Dimitri won't cum inside of her, he'll be damned if he lets some vile Adrestain harlot taint his revered bloodline with her horrid commoner blood and even more abhorrent allegiances, instead he'll cum on her, blowing his load all over her now red backside. He's disgusted with her for forcing him to waste his seed on her whorish body, but he'll have plenty of time to force her to make up for her apparent misdeeds.

"You disgust me, commoner bitch. There are plenty more worthy women out there who are far more deserving of my seed than you, and you just forced me to waste it. This won't go unpunished. On your knees."

Dimitri isn't sure whether he's going to keep her as his slave permanently, or if he's going to dispose of her once he kills Edelgard and finds a proper woman to marry. But then again, even if he does eventually marry, he might still keep her around anyway as an entertaining little house pet.

[5iyoomi]

3H Leaders With an Overworked S/O

characters: Dimitri, Edelgard, Claude

warnings: none! just fluff

A/N: this kinda bled into an idea I had for them with an insomniac reader so these are sort of a mix of the two things! written for them pre-timeskip and with a gn reader (with one use of dear, darling & sweetheart, but otherwise nothing pointing towards a specific gender). I haven't written for fe3h in forever hopefully they aren't too ooc

Word Count: 1,770

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Dimitri

Like you, he's probably overworked as well

Being a royal and a leader has its merits, yes, even though he doesn't really like all the formalities that come with it, but that doesn't mean it's always easy

He's used to pushing through it, protecting his people and doing anything if it gets pushed onto him. That's his role, after all, and if he can take the pressure off of others then he'll gladly accept it

With you, though, he understands that's not the kind of advice you need. It's not uncommon for him to find you in the Monastery's Library hours after everyone had gone to sleep for the night, hunched over one of the large, elegant tables with stacks of papers and notebooks splayed out around you

He'll sit down with you when he catches the single, dim light on in the otherwise dark room, waving off your questions of how he knew you'd be there as 'just a feeling'

He's realistic, helping you with your workload even if you insist otherwise, that you need to get it done yourself before your deadlines hit. But he'll also hold you to it if you mutter out a 'just one more', his eyes looking between you and the clock mounted on the wall

"Here should be a good stopping point for now, don't you think? You've already finished most of what you needed to get done," Dimitri says with a soft smile, setting a piece of paper into a stack that you'd deemed the 'completed' section.

You'd been there long enough that he had time to go brew the both of you some chamomile tea, hoping the fragrance and sweet notes would help lower your stress. It seemed to be working, your anxiety lessening as you took small sips and noted the fact that you'd at least gotten the bigger, more important things out of the way.

"But-" you start, tapping your pencil against your head in thought, but your words get cut off with a yawn. "There's only a few more left, wouldn't it be better to just finish them?"

Dimitri shakes his head, reaching over to hold his hand out for you. You take it after a moment, interlocking your fingers and sighing when he gives your hand a squeeze. "They aren't due for another few weeks, right? They can wait until morning, you should really get some rest, dear."

You want to protest, tell him it's not even that late, but you've already thrown out every excuse you can think of to get him to not drag you to bed. He wasn't obligated to do any of this for you, and you knew these nights were something that ate into time that he could be using to get some much-needed sleep. So you finally, albeit hesitantly, give in, your teacup long empty and shoulders drooping in defeat. "I guess so-"

The blonde brightens at that, his thumb stroking over your own with a gentleness you'd grown weak to. It was hard to fight him when ocean blue eyes gazed into yours, his love for you obvious in the simple ways he showed his care. "If it helps, you can stay in my room for tonight. I'm sure one night won't hurt."

You nod, sparing a glance at the once disorganized mess of pages and deciding that you'd take his word for it. "I'd like that."

Edelgard

Similar to Dimitri, she's always dealt with things by trooping through them. As a more private person and a leader, she rarely ever lets appearances fall, so you're one of the few people that's seen what she can be like behind closed doors

Thus, her first instinct when she sees you nodding off in class is to gently nudge you awake and tell you to get to bed earlier. It might sound a bit harsh, but she only wants the best for you, and she thinks to what might happen if you were to fall asleep like that in the middle of a battle, which doesn't exactly help either of you (dramatic much?)

But when you tell her it's because you're swamped with work, trying to keep up with everything while simultaneously doing extra for people that, in her words, couldn't take the hint that you were busy, she gets upset

Not at you, but more at herself for not noticing the signs sooner when you're her partner of all things, and for making a comment that may have come off as insensitive. She still struggles with how to deal with these things, especially when it comes to you, emotionally or otherwise, so there's a chance she'll just ask you exactly what you need from her

She's a bit more lenient when it comes down to you staying up since she tends to do the same, but she'll still suggest taking a day off at one point

She'll take you to the greenhouse if you're up to it so that you aren't cooped up in your room all night with the idea that a change of scenery might help you avoid burning out or getting too frustrated

The Monastery was so quiet at night, most of the student body and staff already long asleep or busy with their own things. You only see a few people as you step outside, fingers interlocked with Edelgard's and a small crease in your brow from looking over the same words for hours.

You'd always thought it was beautiful, but lately you had no time to appreciate it, what with assignment after assignment piling up on you, so it was nice to get out for a while, even if the only things that awaited you when you got back were unfinished documents and half-filled in pages.

Scribbled notes that you took when you could hardly keep your eyes open. A breath of fresh air was almost enough to make you forget why you've been so stressed out. Almost.

The greenhouse was no different, the place always well-kept due to the student's tireless work. It made you feel a bit better, walking side by side with Edelgard as you're greeted by greenery and the like.

Pink and purple flowers bloom in one corner, slowly but surely growing underneath the bright moon visible through the glass, while seeds you assume to be newly planted sit beneath fresh soil on the other.

"Look at this one, it's the same color as your eyes." Edelgard says, grabbing your attention. You turn towards her in time for her to slip a flower behind your ear, her thumb brushing over your skin with a thoughtful grin. "It's good to get out, isn't it? That's why we're out here, so you shouldn't worry so much, darling."

You smile, feeling your cheeks and body start to warm. She was so effortlessly sweet sometimes; you think it's going to be the death of you one of these days. "Yeah, you have a point there."

Claude

He probably notices before you even say anything or notice you're feeling off yourself lol

He's an observant character, but it does still surprise you when he asks you if something's wrong out of the blue

"Huh? No, I'm alright, just a bit tired."

He sees right through it, but he doesn't wanna push you, so he'll just keep an eye on you for a while, making sure that you aren't overdoing it or setting aside your basic needs

If he sees that you are, he'll make it a point to put extra food on his plate for you. He'll come knocking on your dorm door every now and again to check on you, sliding a snack or drink your way and staying if you let him, though he mostly distracts you

It'd be hypocritical of him to tell you to take it easy when he's the same way, so he won't exactly tell you what to do, but he'll find a way to get you away from your work if he notices it's causing you too much trouble. He'll also have a polite word with your professor, maybe tell them that you're sick and need a few days off if he thinks it's bad enough

You might huff at him and say that that wasn't necessary, but he'll insist it was

It's another one of those nights, times when Claude comes knocking with another excuse at the ready for why he's there. You know why, it's become obvious over the last few weeks that it's his backwards way of telling you that he cares. He'll never scold you for your habits, but you know exactly what he wants to say even if he doesn't say it.

"Hey, wanna dance with me?" Claude asks after a comfortable silence had grown like a veil over the both of you. He'd made himself very comfortable on your bed, but you never actually minded. It was endearing in a way, really, even if you had to turn him down when you finish writing out a sentence, looking up at him from your desk.

"I'm busy, Claude, you know that."

"Come now, you can hardly even focus. Just a few minutes, promise." He gives you his signature smile, one that's saved for you but still equally mischievous as all of his other ones. He holds out his pinkie finger, chuckling at your muttered seriously? But he doesn't see you saying no. After a few moments of hesitation, you stand up, taking his finger in yours and shaking.

"Fine, but only a few minutes. I'm serious." You say, yelping when he stands up abruptly, pulling you up with him and taking your hands in his. He kisses your knuckles oh so softly, a glint in his eyes that you realize far too late that you shouldn't trust, but he's already got you right where he wants you, and he doesn't plan on letting go.

"I know, I know. I won't take up too much of your time, sweetheart." He hums.

It isn't just a few minutes, song after song playing on the record as you danced into the night. But you can't find it in yourself to be mad. Not when he twirls you around so carefully, a hand placed on the small of your back with your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders.

And certainly not when he coaxes you to bed, not even bringing up the thesis you had to finish since all of your attention was on him now. He presses a kiss to your forehead, wishing you sweet dreams, and you fall asleep in a matter of seconds with him by your side.

[yanderehsr]

Imagine being in a relationship with a yandere and not knowing that they're yandere but you think that they're unhappy in the relationship so you break up with them

Sure, you didn't specify a fandom or characters so I'll mix it up a bit if that's okay

Hope you'll enjoy😄

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Kidnapping

Alhaitham: It isn't a surprise that you don't know he's a yandere, he is perfect in hiding his darker thoughts, it isn't a surprise either that you think he doesn't like you, even as a yandere he will be distant most of the time, he just doesn't know how to deal with his strong feelings.

The break up doesn't happen, Alhaitham's studies you so well that he can predict anything you do before you do it, he is like an akasha terminal with only information about you. He will admit that knowing that you think he hates you actually hurt him a bit, but it's all okay, all missunderstandings are cleared now, and you wont leave him again.

"Why would you think I'm unhappy, I'm never happier than when I am with you, remove such silly thoughts from your mind, dear"

Signora: It's not hard to imagine why you would think she is unhappy, she views herself as above you, that you should feel honored to be with her. No matter what she does or what she says, she never feels unhappy being with you.

Signora's reaction to you trying to break up is rage, how dare you leave her, it will take a while for her to calm down and hear you out. After hearing you think she is unhappy, she will start to be softer towards you, she doesn't want this to happen again. You will recieve more compliments even if she isn't the best at them.

"You aren't allowed to leave me, how could you ever think that I'm unhappy after all I've done for you"

Jingliu: She acts cold even to you, sure she may keep an arm around you at all time but it wouldn't be a surprise if you think she is forcing it for you, her face barely ever changes even to you and her blindfold always stay on, she gives a lot of mixed signals.

A break up with Jingliu would never end well, she wouldn't hesitate to remove a few limbs to make you stay, even if you explain it to her that she seems unhappy with the relationship she will still remove the limbs, she loves you so much, she can't risk you ever leaving her, you can't leave her if you don't have any legs now can you.

"Stop crying, you brought this upon yourself... did you really think I didn't like you, I guess I need to show you just how much you mean to me"

Hubert: He places his loyalty to Edelgard above even you, even as a yandere that wont change, Edelgard has been his whole life and sure he may love you but to put you above the empress is something he would find hard to do.

But it hurts Hubert however much he tries to hide it when you tell him he looks unhappy in the relationship, it hurts him even more when you tell him you wanna break up. He isn't unhappy, far from it, you are someone he wishes to spend the rest of his life with. You will feel a cloth over your mouth and nose as you start to black out, the last thing you see before waking up the next time is Hubert's eerie smile.

"Did you sleep well, my apologies if you feel any side effects, that wouldn't be my intention, now lay down again, I'll be back in a short while, have to make sure there isn't any way out"

[luvlybunnie]

CLAUDE from Fire Emblem eating his favorite victory meal.. his enemy’s wife 😌

a / n : oh we finna get NYAAASTTYYY !

claude was petty.

actually, he's beyond petty.

usually after his victories, he feels as if he deserves a good meal. something that heightens his taste buds. tickles his brain in that.. special way.

he knows it's dangerous, but he's far too sneaky to be caught— per usual. two fingers knuckle deep into his enemy's wife's cunt, tongue lapping up your juices and writing his name over your clit. you whine in your shared bed, the ghost of your husband in bed mimicked by your discarded nightgown.

"fuck, tastes so good." he hums against your clit, empty whispers of lust entering your hazed-over dome.

your fingers dance in his curls, a sharp moan exciting your lips as he thrusts his tongue into your hole— another something that he excels at, which your husband does not.

there's men running down the halls, your husband's voice ringing out— blah blah blah, battle has been lost, soldiers killed, endless blabber about things a queen like you has no business with.

your husband had banned you from work. you're more like a pet than a wife. but claude— oh, claude. he treats like the woman you were meant to be.

every victory he gets, he's opening your delicate stained windows, climbing in as if he were a thief— guilty of stealing your heart and—

"claude— by the gods, i'm gonna cum— ohh my—"

orgasms from your soul.

"shhh, pretty girl. don't want that.. husband of your's to hear us right? atta girl." he hums out, hooking his well-toned arms around your thighs and hoisting your pussy directly onto his face.

he's face-fucking himself with your cunt, drowning in your essence, pouring his soul into giving your pussy what she so desperately needs.

your back arches of the bed, eyes shut and hands dug into his dark curls, mouth open in a silent scream— it's amazing. your body is tingling, your whole body is on fire, and he's lit the flame.

getting remarried sounds great right about now.

a / n : mmm something abt claude who hates fighting, so he fights dirtier... mmm.. what an asshole..

[sothisblessmysoul]

Different anon but I'd love to see Ashe just because I love him so much (a threesome sounds super fun tho hohoho)

(This is my first time writing this type of stuff so I didn't go the whole way. If this is bad I'm so sorry. Also this is long, probably longer than it should be, you've been warned)

[ Warning: NSFW; Handjob. If you squint there is some Top!Reader and Bottom!Ashe and praise kink, and Reader taste Ashe (does this get marked as a warning?) ]

༓ʚ Sweet Like Candy ɞ༓

Summary: Somehow Ashe was able to be talked into wearing a maid’s outfit by his partner.

Ashe Ubert is the kind of boyfriend that someone brings home to meet the parents, the one that any parent would want their kid to marry. He is sweet like warm honey and soft like marshmallows, and he is almost too sweet that it leaves you with a sugar rush, wanting more and more of him that is so indescribable that you can't explain it.

And, perhaps that sweetness that makes you crave more of him is why you take guilty pleasure in teasing him. To see what his limits are, to see him melt into your hands like chocolate left in the sun for too long, to see him come undone. Like right this very moment as he stands in front of you with a fluffy innocent looking maid uniform with bright blushing cheeks.

His heartbeat was racing as Ashe looked into your eyes, slowly taking in his appearance. The silence in the room was far too quiet for his liking, praying with each breath that the silence would break it, say something, or do something. As if knowing how Ashe felt, you finally spoke, “Come here.” It felt awkward to walk in the uniform almost like he was relearning how to move properly but Ashe took no time to move closer to you who learned against a sturdy wooden office desk.

Your eyes take this moment to look at him closer in an attempt to burn this memory into the back of your mind. His freckled cheeks are flushed in a beautiful shade of red and yet despite the obvious bashful expression, Ashe stares at you openly with love. “Such a good boy,” You hummed, grabbing his hips to bring him even closer to stand in between your legs as the weight of Ashe’s body pinned you against the desk. Ashe sighed shaky, those words making a shiver run throughout his body. One of your hands stays on his hip, rubbing little circles as the other hand reaches up to grab the back of his head, fingers taking hold of his hair to guide Ashe down to your lips for him to claim. 

His lips taste sweet. You think, wondering if the rest of him is sweet too, is a follow-up thought as your tongue against his bottom lip to ask for entrance. When his lips part to allow your tongue to slip in, take that moment to tug on his hair that your fingers were still holding on to. Between your skillful tongue and the pull of his hair, Ashe whimpers quietly. But not so softly that it went unnoticed, making you pull away to smirk up at him, watching how out of breath Ashe is.

Using the hand that was still holding the back of his head to roughly tug Ashe’s hair so his head would go leaning back giving you perfect access to his neck that you began to place wet kisses on. The whole time that this was happening, Ashe welcomed it, each kiss and hair tug making him sigh in pleasure with goosebumps dancing on his skin. Neither you nor Ashe knows if it is subconscious or not but Ashe’s body automatically started to grind his pelvis against yours, letting you know how aroused Ashe is as his hands squeeze and clench your upper thighs. 

The friction that Ashe is making with you made both of you groan. You stop kissing him to now directly impatiently palming him through this maid uniform with the hand that formerly tugged on his neck, as the other hand is holding tightly on Ashe’s hip still. “Where do you want me to touch you?” You whisper, still palming but with more added pressure. He is beyond hard at this point. “Show me.” 

When Ashe didn’t immediately do it, focusing more on the pleasure, you pulled away from touching him. The removal of your touch and warmth made him let out a tiny whimper. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” Ashe moaned breathlessly this time, it sounded so heavenly that you want to hear more of it. However, you waited patiently as possible as he forcibly stopped himself from grinding against you.

His body trembled a little and a blush that even reached the tip of his ears, Ashe slowly lifted his skirt to reveal the white stocking and garter underneath. You touch them, making sure to brush your fingers on the inner space of his thighs, close enough to tease him with the touch that Ashe desperately needs. With remaining willpower, he fully lifted the skirt higher up to his hips this time, showing off the lovely white panties that looked on him that clung to the fully hard erection, the tip of its head peeking out from the panties.

“Such a good boy,” You whispered, staring at his length that you slowly reached out to softly touch with both of your hands that gently pulled his undergarment off to fully expose himself. Ashe shivered from the cold air that touched him, hands tightly continuing to hold the bottom ends of the maid uniform. Struggling to not let go of the skirt, to not reach out and take both sides of your face with Ashe’s hands to pull you roughly for a deep breathless kiss. Ashe wants to kiss you so deeply that it hurts to breathe.

But before the young man gets lost in thought, a deep groan escapes from his throat when your hand takes hold of his length. Soon, in a sort of pattern and rhythm, you moved your hand to stroke him up and down. Everything about him is beautiful from his heart to his personality and physical features. You want to ruin this sweet man. Ashe began to thrust into your hand that’s stroking him, adding more pressure and speed to the movement. He is panting with delicious-sounding moans, getting lost in the pleasure. 

“Your moans sound so pretty.” His eyes lock on to yours after hearing that, attempting to keep eye contact but when you twist your wrist in a way that he likes, Ashe’s head falls back and a whimper leaves his lips as Ashe’s body starts to tremble. “Please.” He whimpered, finally speaking in a whiny and needy voice. Ashe couldn’t take anymore at this point. He needed release badly now. 

“Please what?” You replied, cooing at him as if he was something adorable and slowing down the speed and movement of your hand. God, Ashe was so close. Just needed more attention, more of your touch to him, just anything that you will give him. “Beg for me. Beg for what you want.” “Please let me cum.” Ashe sounded as if he was close to tearing up from the teasing because despite you stopped stroking Ashe, you would rub the tip of his length with your thumb, giving it the right amount of attention so that it begins to release more pre-cum. 

“As you wish.” You smiled, removing your hand from his length to spit your saliva on the palm of your hand to act as lubrication as your hand soon returned to touching him again. It did not take long for your hand to pick up the same speed and movement from earlier as Ashe had enough pre-cum to start to leak that which added more lubrication. Between friction and motion with your hand and Ashe thrusting violently into your hand, it’s not a surprise that he is coming to cum soon. 

Leaning upward to kiss him on the lips shortly followed with leaving kisses and hickeys from Ashe’s neck to shoulders, and even leaving some bite marks that leave him feeling weak in the knees. He groaned when you kissed and licked a new bite mark. Each moan, groan, and whimper from him makes you equally aroused that the place between your legs wants just as much attention. The image of Ashe in between your legs is so realistic that you could almost feel it. The sensation of his soft hair tickling the inner of your thighs as he begs to pleasure you that he’ll have to work till allowed him to touch you. 

To feel his warm wet tongue lick you so much that it is hard to tell whether it is his saliva or your juice. To have his callous slender fingers teasing your entrance hole, fingers curling in and out of you. The image makes a moan of your own to escape, lips parted and trying to not touch yourself because it has to wait, it needs to wait, as the desire to see Ashe come undone in your hand is stronger. 

The sound of your moan was the final push for Ashe as he stared at you with lustful but dazed eyes with his mouth open, panting. Impatiently he took hold of your wrist that’s stroking his length to make your hand grip Ashe become firm, increasing the speed that he is pumping and thrusting into your hand. His action had taken you by surprise since rarely does Ashe do this. The way that Ashe is making you touch, grip, and squeeze him leaves you to wonder if this is exactly how he touches himself and when he does it. Does he do it in his room? And that he pretends that his hand is yours, imagining you touch him in ways that Ashe might be too nervous to tell you. 

The thought makes you more excited as you feel Ashe coming with a full-body tremble and loud moan that the young man didn’t try to cover. Ashe’s semen spilled a little on the floor but most of it ended up on your hand, “Sorry,” He said breathlessly, burying his face in the crook of your neck only to whimper a little at your touch since Ashe is too sensitive at the moment. Even as Ashe needed a moment to breathe, he still placed very affectionate kisses against your neck while you had brought your cum covered hand up to your mouth to begin licking it clean, eyes locking onto Ashe's face who was blushing heavily at the sight. After making sure your hand was clean with a coy smile on your face, there were only two words offered. 

“So sweet.”

[pxstelmxsings]

Women who have hardened their hearts to survive. Whether it was done in childhood to live through endless hardships or in adulthood for work, it does not matter. The nurturing love society expects of her died long ago.

Women who strike fear into the very bones of men around them. They hunt down and eliminate their enemies like it is your primary nature. She out smarts any man in her way like they are a simple childs toy. The very art of fighting, of war, is simple to them.

Women who never gave love a passing thought. Love would surely only get in the way of their goals or their work. The very idea of having someone depend on them feels like a drain on their limited emotional grasp.

Women who don't understand why you make their heart race so quickly. Their gaze follows you aroubd the room, studying every movement you make. The sound of your voice makes their cheeks burn. A simple graze of your fingertips makes them feel faint.

Women who have no idea how to process your femininity. You handle tasks like planning gatherings, meals, and child caring like second nature. The way you handle task after task with such elegance and grace it makes them question if there is more than one kind of strength.

Women who truly don't know how to process falling in love with you.

♡ Arlecchino, Ada, Mary/Lady, konan, Michonne, Acxa, Carmilla, Edelgard, Tao, Olivier

[thatanimewriter]

CAT'S OUTTA THE BAG.

➳ request: i can see you've almost hit the 20 request limit, so i hope this one still gets in in time 👀 can i request claude von riegan, dimitri alexandre blaiddyd, dedue molinaro, felix fraldarius and ashe ubert (seperately) sneaking out at night to meet up with the reader (preferably genderneutral), who they are secretly dating and getting caught by their friends/a friend? hope you have a lovely day and take care! <3

➳ character/s: claude von riegan, dimitri alexandre blaiddyd, dude molinaro, felix fraldarius, ashe ubert

➳ warnings: kissing and cringe love stuff, implied aftercare (dedue), use of darling (ashe)

➳ notes: SLAYYYY i love this request ;v; some of them don't technically catch y'all, they just figure it out

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

── 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐍.

hilda caught you guys because she was sus of you guys for ages and claude wasn't giving her anything

ended up staying up late to 'do work' and heard you guys talking in hushed voices

desperately tried to open her door without it making that giant ass creak

claude didn't really care if she caught you guys, he wasn't ashamed of you

he just didn't want to make it super public so you'd both get bothered by people

"i knew it!" hilda whisper screamed, pointing at you both with the utmost betrayal. "ah, you got us," claude said, shrugging casually and draping an arm around your waist to pull you close. "can't tell anyone though, i'll make a courtyard announcement about that one time at the ball-" "fine, fine," hilda sighed. "how long have you guys been dating?" you glanced at claude to ask if it was ok to tell and he squeezed your side lightly for permission. "nearly a year," you admitted. "WHAT?!" "shush, people are trying to sleep," claude tutted, shaking his head disapprovingly.

── 𝐃���𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐘𝐃.

he's not slick, he's too awkward that dedue figured it out ages ago but decided not to say anything

he got asked about it while weeding the lawns and turned bright red the whole time

dedue really didn't care, he just wanted to know if there was a second person he needed to look out for

on behalf of his king, he might have to protect you as well

dimitri would appreciate it but he likes being your saviour :))

"you're dating [name], right?" dedue asked monotonously as he carded through the grass looking for weeds. "what? no... we're not together- not that i would hate it, but-" "i saw you both last night," he interrupted. "under the stars." dimitri's face burned at the notion of getting caught with his partner on a date, but he continued to work on his weeding. "don't tell anyone, please..." dedue smirked at dimitri's embarrassment and nodded. "looks like i'll be needing to protect someone else as well." "that'd be appreciated, but i'd like it if they didn't need such protection if i'm around," dimitri admitted, covering his face with his hand.

── 𝐃𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐎.

it was ashe who caught him actually

dedue was cooking something for you that night cause you pestered him to stay the night

ashe came in for a late night snack and saw dedue cooking and was confused because dedue doesn't like the thing he's making

turns out he's making it for youuu

ashe doesn't get it entirely but honestly doesn't want to know do he gets his snack, says goodnight and goes to bed

"dedue?" ashe called softly, holding a candlelit lamp in his hand. dedue turned from his work to look at the smaller boy with a gentle smile. "ah, what are you doing this late?" ashe laughed awkwardly as he made his way to the cabinets. "i could ask you the same thing," he responded. "i just wanted a midnight snack." dedue hummed at ashe's answer as he dished your food into a bowl and moved to quickly wash the pans. "isn't that [name]'s favourite?" ashe wondered, staring at the bowl. "indeed. they wanted something to eat, so i took it upon myself to get them their favourite," dedue explained. ashe nodded slowly as he processed the information. "so... are you guys dating?" he wondered. the silver-haired man simply smiled in response.

── 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒.

he will skin sylvain alive if he ever blabs to anyone about your relationship

he can't be caught being soft, even just a little bit-

y'all are hanging in the markets n he saw you looking at a necklace one of the merchants was selling

he went back to buy it for you, but not without sylvain coming along and ruining it

mans isn't happy about being discovered

"hey man, didn't you already come to the markets earlier today with [name]?" sylvain asked, following behind felix as they mulled about the stalls. "does it matter?" felix bit back, shoving the red-head by the shoulder. he stopped in front of the stall you'd found the necklace at and forced himself to suppress a relieved sigh. "oh, that's the necklace they were telling me about at lunch today," sylvain commented. his jaw dropped as felix picked it up and handed the money to the merchant. "wait, are you guys a thing? is that why you've been staying out late?" "shut up." "dang," sylvain ran a hand through his hair with disappointment. "i was gonna ask them to dance with me at the ball, too- OW!" the man doesn't think his arm will ever feel the same way again.

── 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓.

he's so in love with you, you're obligated to marry this man because i said so

he's meeting up with you to have night time picnics, but oops-

ignatz is there painting the scenery, but IT'S OK

you'll get a cool cute painting of yourselves made by ignatz himself by the end of the night

he won't ever tell on you guys though, so your secret is safe and you get free art

"hello darling," ashe greeted, pulling you in for a hug after he set the picnic basket down. "are you ok?" you nodded and leaned in to give him a chaste kiss. "mhmm. did you make dinner tonight? it smells nice." he smiled at your compliment and laid the picnic blanket down for you to sit. "i did, i tried to get here as fast as possible so it'd still be warm enough," he said, settling in beside you. as the night passed and you began finishing your date, you both froze at the sound of footsteps. looking to the source, you awkwardly smiled as ignatz emerged from the trees. "i'm so sorry for not announcing myself, but i came out here to paint and ended up with this..." ignatz shyly handed you his fresh painting, warning you about the wet paint. you and ashe smiled softly at the image and thanked him for the painting. "i won't tell anyone, i promise!"

[glowingbadger]

Sick again, but what else is new. Being immunocompromised I feel like I spend a stupid amount of time with the common cold. Anyway, for fun, I'm ranking how well each of my personal Top Tier Husbandos from all of my big fandoms would take care of their lover when they're sick. A shockingly fluffy premise by my standards, I know, but I need some comfort slop right now. Also this is a great way to self-report that the only types of dudes I'm into are chaotic fuckboys and serious older men.

Going from WORST to BEST, How well they take care of you when you're sick:

8. Kishibe Rohan (JJBA) - I think this is an uncontroversial pick, since being an emotionally stunted asshole is like, an enormous part of his personality. At best, he grabs some medicine at the store while he's picking up his own things, and while he does insist you rest, it's mostly so that you're not hacking and coughing near him- he really can't afford to get sick (nevermind that the man churns out manga pages in mere minutes). The only caveat I could see to this is if he's able to use Heaven's Door to simply make you stop being sick- but A. I'm not certain that's within the scope of his Stand, and B. I don't know if he'd even want to get close enough to you to do that if you're sick.

7. Soren (FE 9/10) - Listen. By all accounts, Soren is very much capable of feeling quite tender and even nurturing towards someone who has managed to work their way into his heart. But he doesn't have a lot of practice with caring about other people, much less in the material sense. He'll ensure that there's a healer on-call for you at all times, but he feels there's really not much he can directly do, and so takes a very clinical standpoint on it. You need rest, fluids and nutrition, and he hardly sees how him hovering over you will help with any of those things. He's most likely to commit himself to the practical side of things, keep things moving smoothly in your absence so you have less to worry about, as he's well aware that his bedside manner is miserable. He will, of course, be very relieved in his own way once you've recovered.

6. Kaeya Alberich (Genshin) - while Kaeya does hate to see you feeling under the weather, and will show he cares in his own way, he's not exactly used to being responsible even for himself, let alone someone else. Hell, when he watches Klee, half the time he ends up swept in whatever she wants to do to amuse herself and is just there to make sure she doesn't get hurt or upset. He'll have some great book recommendations to keep your mind busy, and he'll have flowers sent to you, but his bedside manner is just a touch too casual and cavalier to be overly comforting. Frankly, he'll likely spend most of your recovery time planning something fun for the two of you to do to celebrate and get you back on your feet once you're feeling better. (He's also probably the most likely on this list to get himself sick in the process)

5. Axel / Lea (KH) - we are finally getting into the tier of guys who would actually be fairly good at this, given Axel is a protective sort at heart, and truly takes on the "team mom" role in his own friend group. While he's not exactly brilliant when it comes to the medical side of illness, he is openly worried for you, and will be at your side as often as he can. He'll do his best to distract you and keep your mood up with light conversation and funny anecdotes- though you may have to be the one to tell him when you just need to rest for a bit. Overall, he's very big on indulging in your comforts when you're sick, making sure you have your favorite sweets, plenty of blankets, a plushie to snuggle, and whatever books, games, shows, etc. will get you through.

4. Elliott (SDV) - in a strange way, Elliott is all-too eager to dote on you and take care of you when you're sick. It's something he'd mentally prepared for, as caring for one's lover in their time of need is exactly the sort of romantic thing that he'd envision when picturing being with the love of his life one day. His heart breaks to see you suffering, of course, but he's practically excited at the prospect of expressing how he cares for you by going above and beyond to help as much as he can. He's another who's not exactly knowledgeable when it comes to illness, but he likely has a few home remedies, a favorite tea, a special soup, all of the small creature-comforts that he puts his heart into preparing for you. His sheer sincerity about it all is uplifting in itself; when he tells you you're every bit as beautiful with your hair out of place, bags under your eyes and sinuses congested, he truly means it.

3. Seteth (FE3H) - I'm sure some of you are shocked he's not number one for me- and to be fair, he is absolutely wonderful to have at your side when you're not well. His unusual biology means he almost never gets sick, so he'll have no qualms about bringing some paperwork with him so he can continue his work while staying at your bedside for as long as you'll allow him, ready to fetch you more water, more medicine, a healer, more pillows, anything at all. He's also used to caring for others, so he'll check your temperature and monitor your fluid intake himself, all while gently but firmly encouraging you to do what's best for your health. The only issue is that, predictably, he can be over-bearing about it. Flayn may even need to intervene at times to coax him away from your side and remind him to take care of himself as well. Seteth is also the type to snap at anyone who disrupts your rest in any way. Overall, very helpful and nurturing, but absolutely a worrier.

2. Kurama (YYH) - To be honest, having Kurama around is like having your own personal nurse and pharmacist wrapped up in your beautiful and caring lover. He has plenty of experience caring for his loved ones through illness, and while he's no healer per-say, he's well versed in exactly what kind of rest, hydration and nutrition you need, and will keep you on a healthy regimen while attending to you with that calm and steady demeanor. I wouldn't be surprised if there are even some plants from the demon or spirit worlds that he'd have access to with fairly advanced healing qualities, so you may even have a cheat code to a fast recovery through him. That said, he's familiar enough with human biology that he knows not to rely on "miracle cures," and will do all he can to help your recovery while keeping you comfortable and remaining by your side so you won't start to sulk or feel lonely.

1. Welt Yang (HSR) - Really his place at the top of my ranking comes down to balance. Welt is protective, kind, and nurturing, but will also keep you on a firm but gentle regimen of medicine, fluids, and so on. He's mature and calm enough to be your rock while you're suffering, and won't over react to your illness, but he's also in touch with his emotions enough to show you he cares and be there for you through it. He's got an extensive catalogue of fun shows and movies in mind to recommend to keep you distracted and pass the time, and hell, if you just want to relax and watch him sketch for a bit, that's fine too. He's proactive about asking what you need, and what would be most helpful and comfortable for you in the moment, but he's also sensitive to your mood and good enough at reading you that he'll be able to tell whether March and Dan Heng constantly coming to check up on you is actually helpful, or just stressing you out. Overall, just 10/10 vibes, he's got the practical know-how and the bedside manner, no notes.

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clinging to a promise

pairing: dimitri alexandre blaiddyd x gn!reader

summary: when the war broke out, you got kidnapped and locked away in fhirdiad. for years you clung to the hope that dimitri would one day save you. and that day finally came…

tags: kidnapped!reader (by cornelia), brief mention of torture/experiments on reader, angst to wholesome fluff, all blue lions are here, dimitri & reader are childhood friends, set during azure moon

“i promise, i'll keep you safe. always.”

for years, those were the words you clung to. that promise between two childhood friends, that you hoped hasn't been forgotten. the promise dimitri made to you all those years ago. the only hope you had, while captured and experimented on. the only thing to keep you going, even in your darkest hour.

it's been years now that you had spent in the captivity of cornelia, locked away in a prison in fhirdiad. rumors of dimitri's death had spread even within the prison, yet you still held onto the hope that dimitri had managed to escape his execution. and that one day, the two of you would reunite again.

and that day was rapidly approaching.

“what's going on–!?”

“they infiltrated the capitol–!”

“surrender! there's no use fighting them”

most of your mornings were quiet and lonesome, but when you woke up with people screaming and panicking outside, you knew something was different. whether fhirdiad was being invaded by outsiders or your savior didn't quite matter to you at that moment. things couldn't really get worse for you either way.

“everyone, step away from the bars–!”

a familiar voice suddenly echoed through the halls of the underground prison. a voice of your former classmate and vassal to dimitri. and if he was here, then surely…

“are you in here? please, answer me–!”

your heart skipped a beat when you heard dimitri's voice. footsteps soon echoed through the halls of the prison, as people started running around, looking for a certain cell.

“i found them–!”

it was felix who got to your cell first, rattling on the bars that kept you separated from everyone else. soon, the rest of the blue lions followed, with dimitri pushing his way to the front, busting open the cell door, as if it was nothing.

“dimi–” before you could finish his name, dimitri had swept you off your feet and pulled you into a tight hug that made the other blue lions panic.

“not so rough–!”

“you'll squeeze them to death, boar–!”

“careful, your highness…”

dimitri's grip on you loosened a little, enough to allow you to stand on your own two feet again. but aside from that, he paid no mind to the others and still held onto you, worrying that if he let go of you, you'd slip away from him once more.

“after all these years… i finally found you” dimitri's face was nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his words coming out as mumbles that only you could hear. “i promised i'd keep you safe, always. but i couldn't do anything, all those years. can you… ever forgive me…?”

you held on tight to dimitri for another moment, not wanting this warm embrace to be cut short. when you finally did slip away, your hands had cupped his cheeks gently and you made the taller man look down at you, gently caressing his cheek.

“there's nothing to forgive you for, dimitri. you saved me, just like i knew you would. all those years, i've waited for you, knowing that, one day, you'd find me. and now that you're here, i harbor no ill feelings towards you. all i feel is delight, that we are once again reunited…”