#fire emblem three houses x reader

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

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

One character I do ask for is Bernadetta.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(S/O) "On our bed?"

...

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

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

(Furina) "W-WAIT!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Furina) "...Closet."

Her muffled voice responded.

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

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

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

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

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

...Until her door slid open.

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

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

The two said nothing as they kept unblinking eye contact.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She starts laughing again seeing their exasperated sighing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her eyes slightly narrow.

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

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

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

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

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

S/O sighed, but gave her a smile.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Both would equally startle her, considering.

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

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

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

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

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

All the while, respectfully not looking at themselves.

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

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

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

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

It's not like anyone was gonna see it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Unfortunately for her, someone worse found it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(S/O) "..."

(Edelgard) "..."

Marianne truthfully didn't even want this body pillow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I don’t even have words. Thank you all so much!!

Masterlist VI

-Honkai star rail-

Luocha sings religious songs

Luocha x reader: the Abundance Abomination Pt 2

Lying about being reader’s husband

Reader gets wasted at a party

Jing Yuan and Dan Feng: Status

Reader is a figment of their imagination

Player singing affects

Playing with their toddler

As dad things

Reader takes off the mask

Giving them flowers

Sampo’s little sister is in love with Luka

Jing Yuan’s child gets marastruck

Reader is as meek as a sheep

Rainy day fluff with Imbibitor Lunae and Blade

Reader pretends to be married to them

Reader loses a baby

Would they go to get milk and never come back if you got pregnant?

Clumsy reader

Jing Yuan’s child is a part of the ten lords commission

With a deaf reader

Arranged marriage trope

Miscellaneous Luocha x reader

x baker reader

Reader is shy about singing

Sampo’s little sister goes on a date with Gepard

Toxic relationship with Dan Feng Pt 2

Reader compliments them

Borrowing their clothes

Dan Heng x reader who loves dancing

Dan Feng relationship hcs

Daughter says: I hate you

Jealous Dr. Ratio

Argenti x reader who wears a mask

Argenti comforting reader

Shopping for engagement rings with Argenti

Arranged marriage: Argenti

Dating Argenti hcs

Argenti with a short s/o

Reader is too stubborn to go to a doctor

Trying on Argenti’s clothes

Argenti as a father

Reader is manipulative

Dan Feng: Stay with me

Reader gets emotional on period

Sister tries to steal your Xianzhou man

Yanqing accidentally calls you ‘Mom’

Dragons when you have a jealous best friend

Yanqing’s older sibling dating HSR men

Pregnant!reader won’t stay in bed

Gepard and Welt with an s/o who works too hard

Reader is RICH

Covering them in lipstick marks

Reader flirts like Kafka

Reader tries to scare them with uncanny valley makeup

Astral express reaction to reader dating Dan Heng

HSR men scents

Dr. Ratio x Smart!reader

Dr. Ratio x gamer!reader

Dr. Ratio as a dad

-Genshin Impact-

Reader is like Senku Ishigami

Tighnari and Wriothesley as fathers

Wriothesley x fem!reader: right and wrong

Genshin men when reader wants to start a family

Would they go get milk and never come back if you got pregnant?

Diluc x reader who likes wine

x baker reader

Reader is shy about singing

As dads

Kaeya’s lover gets injured in a fight

When their usually smart s/o does something stupid

Asking Neuvillette and Wriothesley if they want to have a baby

Self-aware!Venti and gamer!reader

Genshin men abandoned by the reader

Dragons when you have a jealous best friend

Pregnant!reader won’t stay in bed

Reader writes fanfiction for them

Taking care of drunk reader

-Fire Emblem Three Houses-

Jeritza x reader

Dimitri x reader

-One Piece-

Sir Crocodile x reader who’s shy around him

Sanji x baker!reader

Reader is shy about singing

Sanji x reader who loves hugs

Mihawk x clingy reader

Sanji x reader: midnight snack

Pregnant!reader won’t stay in bed

-Dr. Stone-

Cuddling with Stanley

Ryusui and Tsukasa with Oblivious reader

Stanley realizing he has a crush on reader

Dr Xeno and Stanley with pregnant s/o

Dr. Xeno x dead astronaut Reader

Stanley x rockstar reader

Dr. Xeno x reader who loves listening to his science talk

Stanley and his escape artist baby

Xeno and Stanley sleeping habits

Stanley Snyder fluff hcs

Reader is meek

-Hades-

Thanatos has a nightmare

Zagreus accidentally kills reader

[frickingnerd]

the words i most regret are the ones i never meant to leave unsaid

pairing: dimitri alexandre blaiddyd x gn!reader

summary: out of all of the regrets dimitri has, being unable to tell you how he feels about you is his biggest regret...

during the last five years, dimitri has been piling up regrets. even before that, he was fueled by nothing but regret. so many people had died and he was unable to do anything about it. there wasn't a day where he wondered what could've been, how things might've changed if he only… but no, it never brought him anywhere. it was all just wishful thinking. he couldn't do anything but pile up more and more regrets with each passing day, as they began to consume him and turn him into nothing but a monster. 

and out of all those regrets, there was one that weighed down on him especially heavy. one thing swore he would never forgive himself for. 

the thing he regretted the most was never telling you how he felt about you.

dimitri had loved you more than anything. when it seemed like darkness would consume him, you brought light into his life. you had saved him time and time again. but in the end, he was unable to save you. 

you were killed by soldiers of the adrestian empire, trying to protect him, after he had run into battle without thinking. you died in his arms that day, bleeding out from your wounds. your last words were his name, as you desperately reached out his hand to touch his face. 

dimitri had never been able to forget that sight. nor had he been able to forgive himself for letting you die in his stead. but what haunted him the most was that he had always taken you for granted. he had never told you that he loved you, never thanked you for your help and never offered any compensation. you gave him everything and got nothing in return. you even gave your life for his, when it should've been him who died that day…

[thatanimewriter]

RETROUVAILLES.

➳ synopsis: v. to meet again, especially after a long time apart

➳ character/s: hayama akira, tsukasa eishi, riku dola, morinozuka takashi, lie ren, winter schnee, qrow branwen, midoriya izuku, todoroki shouto, jirou kyoka, shinsou hitoshi, togata mirio, dedue molinaro, felix fraldarius, shamir nevrand, vi, ekko, dan heng, blade, gepard landau, fushiguro megumi, zen'in maki, nanami kento + any of your faves

➳ warnings: fantasy!au (character is a knight, you are the royal they serve), medieval shit, major character death, descriptions of blood, descriptions of injury, childhood friends to almost lovers, accidental murder lol, intentional murder, reader described as beautiful, hurt/no comfort, angst, gn!reader (as always)

➳ word count: 2k

➳ notes: the thing got graded finally, so you can now have it. sorry for any hurt feelings (not really, that was the whole point of the story-). character list is just some characters i DO write for that i think work for this story. also this won't be tagged properly, but it's fine

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

to them, the weight of their golden armour is equal to that of guilt and grief. the castle they swore to protect is a permanent reminder of their shortcomings, though they never expected to return so soon. their metal-clad figure decorates the deteriorating structure in flecks of fragmented sunshine along the sandstone hallways. the kaleidoscope of light is no longer disrupted by the servants’ shadows. instead, the faux sun lurks on the walls as they drag their feet along the floor. the scraping of metal along stone replaces the low murmurs of maids and the light footsteps of staff as they flitted around the castle. the echo is deafening, and they realise they despises silence. it isn’t true silence with the clanking of their armour, but it makes them painfully aware that they are a survivor. the rattling of metal causes them to be uncomfortably conscious of their isolated existence. glancing through ajar doors that line the walls, they longs for a semblance of home, yet they are met by blood-stained tile and mangled corpses littering the floor in unappealing heaps of sunken cheeks and open wounds. 

anita yasmine rosie luka penny william-

they step around them, gaze flickering to each of the faces paralysed by a still heart and wishes to lay with them, to feel the sticky black blood seep through their clothes and be held by the icy arms of death. they steel themselves against the pungent scent of rotting flesh, waving off the flies lingering around their head but failing to break through the helmet that conceals their shame and anguish.

the squeal of rusty hinges makes them close his eyes as they shakily exhale. their eyes flutter open at the quiet groan of the floorboards, and their breath hitches in their throat. it is as if colour returns to their vision, and they are several years younger, free of the faint crow’s feet stemming from the corners of their eyes and the dull ache in their chest.

it’s… the same. but you're not here.

silk sheets lay neatly atop the mattress, and the pillows remain meticulously arranged. they think if they sleep under the covers, they might smell your floral perfume on the pillowcases. they don’t entertain that idea. the sunlight filters through the translucent curtains, highlighting the blanket of dust that settles on the furniture and floor. the room hasn’t changed much since childhood; though it was sporadic, they were permitted inside. nonetheless, it was timeless. throughout all the phases of your life, it still felt like you.

they eye the vanity, clear of clutter but filled with nostalgia. the hairbrush is likely unusable – at least not without lacing dust and bugs through one’s hair – but it looked the same as when they originally gifted it. strands of hair weave between the bristles, and they wonder if their own locks are hidden away in the forest of DNA. 

the maids would have cleaned the hairbrush since I was a child.

they don’t touch anything; they knows what is tucked away in the drawers and boxes. there is one thing they allows themselves to taint with their touch. they pry a brick from the wall, reaching into the pocket of secrecy they’d made with you. a matted velvet box graces their armoured fingertips. they don’t feel the texture, but the box size is familiar. they carefully pluck it from the treasure trove of memories and broken promises, sliding the brick back into place. gently unclasping the box, they smile softly at the two rings that lay side by side. 

“one day, i’ll marry you!” they proclaim as you sit on the floor of your balcony. you giggle at their proposal and inquire about the rings you would wear if you married. “rings?” “you have to give me a ring to tell everyone that we’re getting married.” their little shoulders slump, and a pout forms on their lips. they sheepishly scuff their foot along the ground and tries to ignore the tears in their eyes. “...i don’t have one.” you sigh but give them a hopeful look. “but eventually you will?” they quickly brighten and grin through their tears as they lift their head to look at you. “yes! it’s gonna be like no other ring in the whole kingdom!”

they pocket the box and glance at the balcony. they kneel and bow their head, resting their right hand on their heart. when they rise, they look at the room before gently closing the door behind them as if you has retired for the night, and they don’t want to wake you. a practised method that hasn’t entirely left their bones.

as they descend the stairs to the ballroom, they nearly smile at the memory of the ball before the tragedy that befell the castle. they don't let it break through the perfectly crafted mask of neutrality. not when the ballroom floor is occupied by more lifeless bodies and darkened blood smears. they look to their side, wishing they could relive the memory of the ball and hoping they can look into your eyes as they escort you down the stairs, hoping you can share one last dance. 

but you're not here…

they raise their arms, supporting the memory of everything they long to return to, and waltz. there is no music, yet their timing is precise, and despite having no dance partner, their form persists. they ponder the events of the tragedy as they glide along the bloody floor and skirt around the dozens of corpses, each bearing a face they'd seen a million times and maybe even a little more. 

they can almost feel the weight of the spear they carried that day as they dance. they could hear your deafening scream as you were pulled into the crossfire. the sound follows them into their unconscious, a horrifying alarm. they never forgot the ache in their heart as their spear pierced through you. a human shield is a cowardly move in their mind, but the culprit had succeeded if the goal was to leave them with insurmountable guilt.

they come to a halt, bowing to the ghost of you. recalling your morning together beneath the gazebo, they gravitate to the imaginary scent of tea and pastries. the winter sun doesn’t fully reach them through the armour, and they attempt to resist the welcoming rays of warmth that beckon them to stay longer. they sit on the concrete bench they had called dibs on when they were twelve, ignoring the dull pain in their chest. slowly, they remove their armour. the metal feels warm despite the thin layer of ice along the lake the gazebo resided by. 

the metal plates rest neatly on the bench, and they shiver at the fresh, cool air that tickles their skin. they sigh and roll their shoulders free of lingering tension, allowing themselves a moment of tranquility. their eyes – drops of sunshine that had fallen from the heavens according to you – scanned the garden that built their childhood and adolescence. the twitch of their fingers goes unnoticed as they reminisce about their training to become a knight. the tightness in their throat is unacknowledged when they see the statue of you standing tall, proud and beautiful atop a marble pedestal. they wonder if the sculptor had taken a cast of you rather than building beauty with a reference. they clench their fist, imagining your fingers laced between theirs. they've memorised the sensation, embedding it into their brain each time your hands embraced over the years. flicking the box open, they let the rings fall into the palm of their hand.

“like no other in the kingdom”. heh… what an understatement.

they chuckle at their craftsmanship. it is what is expected when an eight-year-old finds wire to make a ring. they observe the jagged circle – if you could even call it that – and the haphazardly hidden wire ends that made them feel like an ant had bitten them. it was irritating beneath their little armoured hand, often coated in a thin layer of sweat, but now they crave the sharp sting that fades to a dull ache. perhaps the discomfort has travelled from their calloused and scarred skin to their weary bones and heavy heart.

they mindlessly hum a tune from their childhood as they unwind the wires, straightening them as best they can. their nimble fingers falter as their vision blurs, but they intertwine the wire into a band of love as the soft melody cracks and fades away. in their tunic, they shed responsibility and don youth while they recraft the rings as if they could rewrite history. the art of creating jewellery didn’t embed itself in their flesh and bones like combat did, despite their parents teaching them before they left the village.

a cold wind kisses their skin, and they wet their lips, gazing at their workshopped rings with a smile you claimed could warm even the most hostile souls. they rise with a newfound energy, standing before the ethereal marble effigy. their breath crystallises as they stare into the stony eyes of the statue, slipping a halo onto their ring finger. they don’t dare to tear their gaze away and finds their vision joining the misty gardens again. a short apology escapes them as they climb onto the plinth, slide the accompanying token onto your marble finger, and lay a chaste kiss on your icy forehead. they dismount the pedestal at the sound of shouting and is struck with a familiar paralysing experience. they can hear their pulse in their eardrums over the voices, and their limbs itch with the desire to escape.

no. i stay.

the faces that emerge from the tall grass aren’t familiar, but the old, blood-stained uniform brings ease. they don’t hear what the intruders declare over their heartbeat, but they focus on the sword shared between the looters. a sudden movement breaks their concentration, followed by a new ache in their abdomen, and they are acutely aware of the sword skewering their organs and poking through their tunic. the sturdy marble pedestal makes an ugly screech against the metal before meeting their back. they hiss when it’s pulled from its temporary sheath, dripping with red and shreds of tissue. the blood that coats the blade slides down the statue’s base, gathering in their hair and absorbing into their shirt. as they slump against the surface, they let their eyes flutter shut, and they faintly hear the footsteps of the intruders grow distant.

they frown as they lay on the lawn, ripping dry skin from their lips with their teeth. “can i ask you a question?” “you just did,” you respond with an ounce of playfulness.  “what if i fail?” you turn to face them with narrow eyes as if you dared them to elaborate. “what if i can’t protect you?” you stare for a moment as you debate your answer. they gaze into your eyes and look for a hint of uncertainty but is met with their insecurities as they reflect their image.  you flash a gentle smile and pick a blade of grass from their messy mop of hair. “i’ll see you soon, won’t i?”

a final smile tugs at their lips, and they exhale, weakly lifting their hand to look at the ring that failed to shine in the sliver of sunset light. the warmth disappears beneath the horizon, permitting the stars to adorn the navy skies, and their hand falls to the ground.

see you soon. i missed you. in our next life, maybe…

[breadbrioche]

nocturnal

claude von riegan x reader

➳summary: you confess some of your worries to claude when you can’t go to sleep

➳warnings: mentions of war and desertion

➳word count: 2.2k

➳a/n: I began writing this back in may 2020 and I’ve been writing this on and off again ever since so this piece is kinda my baby I can’t believe I finished this

It was quiet.

Not awfully so but something like this only took place during the peak of night. Despite everything happening in the world, this was the time where people stayed blissfully ignorant to the events around them; even if it’s just for a few hours. Looking back, this was something you always took advantage of; your past self always expecting it would be there. But, if the past five years taught you anything, peace and quiet was somewhat of a privilege.

Despite this, you lied numbly in your bed, eyes wide open and observed how the moon’s light casted patterns on your room’s ceiling. Shifting around the bed, the sheets ruffled loudly. You knew you had to sleep; being sleep deprived could cost you your life on the battlefield. All the benefits of some rest were basically being presented right in front of you with your limbs feeling as heavy as lead. Your body was screaming at you to sleep yet, no matter how long you closed your eyes for, your mind buzzed with useless thoughts. A flurry of irrational worries littered your mind for no reason. The warrior in you felt like scoffing; how could you doubt yourself or your comrades when you’ve reached this far?

You weighed out the choices you decided to take mentally. Logically, you should have tried to go to sleep again. But you’ve already tried that a number of times with all the same fruitless outcome. What’s the use in fighting a pointless battle when you knew you were going to lose?

You sighed deeply. It wasn’t the right thing to do but it was really the only thing to do at this point. With the little sensibility you had thrown out the window, you heaved yourself out of the bed. Wincing as your bare feet touched the cold stone, you padded to your desk and retrieved your cloak. After hastily fastening the clasp to it, you retrieved the lantern that was still barely burning and made your way out of your room.

The door creaked too loudly for your liking. If it was any louder, others would have suspected a surprise attack. You speedily paced through the halls of the monastery, a flickering flame illuminating your path and steadily made a beeline through the dining hall, out to the fishing pond. You hissed as the cool breeze made its way underneath your cloak, and tingled your skin as it brushed past (you were expecting it though, what a great idea going out barefoot in pyjamas and what was essentially a glorified blanket).

Ignoring this, you cast your gaze up at the moon and sighed wistfully.

The moon was free, you thought to yourself. It didn’t have any noble obligations and definitely didn’t need to participate in a war. The moon only had one job; to rise at night and set during the day. Imagining how easy that must be, you continued to admire it mindlessly. You even felt yourself feeling a bit sleepy.

“A little late for sightseeing, don’t you think?” A voice called from your surroundings.

You stopped your actions at an instant and spun around, shifting your feet into a defensive stance. You groaned, feeling stupid for not thinking of any possible unwanted intruders lurking outside of the monastery. You bit the inside of your cheek, cursing yourself for not bringing a weapon with you; reason magic was out of the question too - you couldn’t even call yourself proficient. The professor had always told you to practice using it and you guessed this was the reason for it. You were an absolute fool for going outside and your past self was as much a fool (if not more) as you were now for not putting effort in their studies.

You grew wary and stepped back towards the inside of the monastery. As the footsteps got increasingly audible, the person (was it a man?) slowly emerged from the shadows of the night with their arms up innocently. Rays of moonlight danced upon his face and you released the breath you held unknowingly. Your nose shrivelled in distaste.

“Claude von Riegan! What the hell was that for?!” You shrieked.

“How so? I was only asking a question.” The Alliance leader chortled as he sauntered his way over to you. Huffing, you smacked his shoulder lightly.

“Sneaking up on somebody in the middle of a war, even if it’s just a harmless scheme that’s quite silly isn’t it?” You questioned rhetorically. You crossed your arms underneath the cloak to retain your increasingly depleting body temperature, the chilly winds finally catching up to you. “Why are you up at this hour anyways?”

The man next to you merely shook his head and shrugged. “A Master Tactician like myself is far too busy to rest, even when I want to… what about you? I remember asking you the same thing before you diverted the question.”

You scoffed, waving your hand as you made your way to sit on the ledge which overlooked the pond “It’s nothing complicated; there was too much on my mind to actually sleep. I was hoping a change of scenery could lull me to sleep but all I got was our oh so great leader trying to scare me out of my skin” Your legs dangled off the side freely, relishing the cool breezes that went past them

Claude raised an eyebrow curiously, “Too much on your mind, huh? Willing to give me a penny for your thoughts? Wha- don’t give me that look! You never know, it might help you ease up a bit”

“It’s fine, you don’t need to worry about it. They’re stupid anyways” You insisted yet the inquisitive twinkle in his eyes pressed on the topic. You exhaled in defeat, accepting the fact you couldn’t escape the situation.

“You sure you won’t judge?”

Claude nods.

“Well- how do I start this? … sometimes I just get paranoid y’know? This war’s got everyone on edge, it’s made me realise a lot of things and one of them is the fact that I really don’t want to die. Like literally just now when I thought you were an intruder, I was even thinking about using reason magic to defend myself - and you know how hopeless I am with that… Sometimes I don’t even care what happens or who wins. I guess I just want to be alive.”

Your stomach twisted uncomfortably as you recounted your thoughts. As much as you were aware of its awful implications, speaking your thoughts felt like a weight being lifted over off your chest and you could finally breathe again.

How long have you felt this way?

An awkward silence ensued after your statement. Great, you thought. He probably wasn’t expecting that kind of confession. First thinking he was an enemy and now oversharing your darkest of thoughts - what a way to fuck up your relationship with the Leader of the Lieciester Alliance.

Now you couldn’t bear to look at Claude, ashamed, embarrassed, guilty.

You cleared your throat, catching his attention quite easily. “Uh-… sorry about what I said. I didn’t mean to offend you or anything; it was selfish of me to think that…”

“It’s okay.” Claude stated firmly. “Don’t apologize for something you can’t control.”

Okay, so he pitied you, even after you’ve basically offended him. Just how could he put up with you like this?

“I was being presumptuous.” You insisted with your head hung low as you turned around and slid off the stone wall you sat on. “Just ignore what I said.”

“No, I think that-“

“Stop. Please, you don’t have to listen to my stupid irrational fears.” You pleaded to him. Feeling uncomfortable tingles behind your eyes, you rushed back inside the monastery with your feet slapping against the freezing ground.

“Hey- Just wai-“ he called out to your steadily retreating form before huffing. If he didn’t hate you before, he definitely did now. Just fantastic.

What’re the chances he might send you off to a skirmish where you have no chances of winning or maybe even imprison you for thinking about desertion? Great. Great. Greatgreatgrea-

You were promptly pulled out of your thoughts as a force pulled the neck of your cloak and sent you falling backwards. You braced for a fall that never came as Claude grabbed you and turned you to face him. One hand on your shoulder secured you still while another was placed on your head to direct your gaze to meet his.

“Would you please just let me finish my sentence?” He expired jokingly. He lightly smoothed down the top of your hair, sensing your nerves and embarrassment.

“To put it frankly, you’re not the only one who’s thought about it.”

You gave him an incredulous look. Did that mean that-?

“In my opinion, there’s no shame in wanting to run away. It’s a normal human instinct.”

No way. There was no way you just heard him say that. He wasn’t gonna kill you? And he’s maybe wanted to do it before too?

“No one wants war. It’s unnecessary and it takes more from you than what you get in the end, even if you do win. It’s easy enough to want to get away from it all.”

“But you're the leader of the alliance! Haven’t you been basically raised from birth learning how to prepare for one?” You almost scoffed, still hesitant. He gave you a small smile, and shook his head, hair falling out of place slightly from the action. Though that did little to diminish his appearance - the tousled hair giving him an air of effortlessness and making him look more attractive than anyone should be this late at night. Goddess, you’ve known Claude all these years and somehow you’ve never thought about how hot he was? You really were discovering new things about yourself (and Claude).

“Being prepared for something barely holds a light to actually doing it.” He explained. “Just when you think you’ve thought of every possible situation, life slaps you in the face and gives you a scenario you’d never even considered! The stress it gives you, urgh!”

You snorted, only Claude could crack a joke about something like this. His grin stretched, teeth almost peeking out between his lips, and patted your head lightly. “Welcome back. Frankly, seeing you so scared like that was unlike you, but it’s understandable. Glad to see you can still smile like that”

Rolling your eyes, you slapped his chest halfheartedly. He gasped accusingly and clutched at his chest to play along with you. It was a crime how nice it felt to be around him - the way he made you feel relaxed and safe during a war was something only he could do.

“Alright I get it now. You don’t need to worry about me.”

Claude gave you a look suggesting that he was still unconvinced. Noticing this, you scowl slightly.

“I’m serious! Thanks to you, I have absolutely no more self deprecating thoughts about running away.”

You assessed his face to gauge his reaction but he simply wore his tried and true smirk, as if this too was just one of his schemes.

“Urgh what do I have to do to make you believe me?!” You groan out. By now, you’ve been outside for longer than you’ve expected (the sky’s colours were changing to a much warmer tone now) and you would like to at least get maybe a couple hours of sleep.

“Do you think I’m just gonna leave you alone after what you just told me? What’s the point in helping you calm your nerves if I just send you back to your room and have you just spiral all over again?” Claude pointed out which made you scoff, crossing your arms.

“What do you propose I do then, Mr Master Tactician? I don’t really fancy staying out here all night.”

“Well then just sleep with me in my room, of course!”

You gave him an incredulous look, eyes probably bulging out of your eyes. Were you hearing correctly? For such a smart guy, does he even know what he’s saying? You’re almost definitely sure he’s messing with you.

“Are you serious?” You gaped. He gave a confident nod.

“But you only have one bed in your room?” You clarified, just to be sure.

Claude huffed in amusement and tugged on your arm. “It will be fine. C’mon, bed is big enough for the two of us. ”

You rolled your eyes but moved your arms so that you linked your with Claude, finally giving in. He beamed at you, excited to have accepted his request. Beginning to guide you the way to his room, you stopped the man in his tracks to give him a stern glare.

“If you push me off the bed, I’ll lose all my hope in you and then I’ll really run away.”

“Well then it's a good thing that I don’t have any weird sleeping habits! You’ll get plenty of sleep tonight.”

[trytoimaginefireemblem]

Headcanon: Hubert Realizing He Loves You Would Be Like...

Request: None

Word Count: 517

Hubert had never really thought about dating or getting married. He thought he would be devoted to one person and one person only: Edlegard. However, when he met you, everything changed.

He first noticed how his eyes drift to you when you are around him. He also finds himself searching for you in crowds. Hubert scolds himself for losing focus but finds he can't stop himself from ensuring you are unharmed after a battle.

Edelgard would notice a change in Hubert immediately. At first, she would tease him about his crush on you. Hubert would deny his feelings for you and try to keep you out of his thoughts. Edelgard would notice that Hubert would still perform all his duties to perfection, but something was different about him. Edelgard would push him to take you on a date.

It was after your first date that Hubert knew you were special. You seemed to understand him better than anyone else, and he knew he wanted to spend more time with you. After a couple more dates, Hubert would like to make it official: the two of you would be a couple.

It would take Hubert a long time to realize he loves you. At first, it would be an unfamiliar feeling that he would look forward to seeing you after a long day or the way his heart practically stops when he loses sight of you during a battle. At first, he would ignore these feelings, but then he would want to know why he was having those feelings. That research would lead him to the word love.

Once he realized he loved you, he wouldn't say anything to you right away. He would want to explore what he was feeling to make sure his love for you was real.

Hubert would find himself spending less time working. He would get everything done but wouldn't work himself into the ground. He would just want to spend as much time with you as possible.

Hubert would try to plan how to tell you that he loves you, but every time he was ready, something would come up, go wrong, or he would chicken out.

In one particular battle, Hubert's hand was forced. It was complete chaos. Hubert wasn't able to keep an eye on you and Edelgard both. He decided to stick with Edelgard but couldn't help but look for you between enemies. It was a tough battle, but eventually, it came to an end. Knowing that Edelgard was fine, Hubert began looking for you. He found you on the ground, injured.

Hubert immediately got help for you. He regretted leaving you alone during battle. He couldn't believe you were injured on his watch. You were severely injured, but the healers confirmed you would pull through. He knew he needed to tell you he loved you as soon as possible. He never knew that you could have been taken away from him so easily. When you awoke, Hubert was there with too many emotions to count swimming in his eyes. His first words to you were, "I love you".

[myreblogfunland]

This is officially my one and only contribution to the fandom. I did my best to blank out one of the roster pages from FE:3H. Have fun filling in OC information!

[pixelblaze]

Hello! I love your writing and was wondering if you would be able to do some general headcanons about what it’d be like to be married to Claude? Maybe with some angst sprinkled in, if you can? Thank you for your time!

Yes I can! Thank you for the request!

-Claude von Riegan as a husband-

-A very devoted and loyal husband, will love you til the end of time.

-That being said, he’s also a very very busy man. Often away for diplomatic meetings and councils.

-So his love languages are mainly gifts and acts of service, quality time is rare but he’ll do his best to make it happen.

-You usually receive letters from him, and gifts of jewelry or other trinkets from wherever he’s currently visiting on diplomatic business.

-When you do get to spend time together, he’s very sweet.

-A big fan of physical affection. Hugs and hair ruffling and the like. It’s how he shows his love for you.

-He loves to just sit and listen to you talk about your day, especially because he hardly gets to spend any time with you, and it’s important for him to know how you’re doing.

-He loves taking you on romantic evening wyvern flights. It’s a great way for him to blow off some steam AND spend some time with you!

-Romantic strolls through the palace gardens are another great way to spend time with him.

-He seriously does his best to squeeze you into his schedule at every available opportunity. Even if it’s him just quickly stopping by to say hi on his way to his next meeting.

-He loves to playfully tease you. It’s all in good fun and he never means any harm by it.

-He takes you on diplomatic missions whenever he can. Having you by his side brings him a sort of peace and calmness that he needs.

-He always appreciates your inputs when it comes to his diplomatic affairs. You’re his soundboard, and he appreciates your advice and fresh perspective. You keep him grounded.

-Anniversaries are seriously important to him, and he always does everything in his power to make it on time to celebrate your anniversary together. If he knows he can’t, he writes you the longest, sweetest apology letter and sends you multiple gifts, promising to make it up to you next year.

-It hurts, but you understand that he’s not choosing work over you, he’s just doing what he has to do.

-He never wants you to feel like work is more important than you, but sometimes that’s how it seems. He really tries to make things right with you when he neglects you for work.

-He wants to raise a family with you. He really really does. But he’s just…too busy. At least right now. But I imagine he’d be a wonderful, but a super busy father.

-The two of you don’t really fight, but when you do…

-It’s typically about his work schedule, how he’s overworking himself, how he’s obsessed with work-

-We’re talking him getting up at three in the morning to prepare his speeches and get himself ready for the day.

-He comes home exhausted, and you feel so bad for him. It’s not fair he has to work himself THIS hard, he deserves a break.

-And he gets where you’re coming from. He really does. But he HAS to work himself as hard as he does or nothing will get done!

-He gives you lots of empty promises about how he’s going to work himself a little less hard, and that he’ll take more breaks.

-You agree to disagree about his work schedule.

-He gets back to working on his speech, and you go back to bed.

-He does feel bad about it though. He knows what you’re saying comes from a place of love, and he’ll leave you some flowers and an apology note on your bedside drawer before he leaves for work that day, thanking you for doing your best and being so patient with him.

-He really does appreciate your patience and kindness, and someday he intends to repay that in full.

[geasthewritingrat]

Proposing at the same time

Pairings; Ferdinand x reader, Hubert x reader, Claude x reader, Dimitri x reader, Yuri x reader (separate) Gender Neutral! Possibly OOC but I’ve just worked 6 days consecutively I’m tired (I also didn’t mean for Ferdie and Hubie’s to be so much longer than everyone else’s I promise)

Ferdie; -He spent so much time in multiple different towns, trying to find the best ring for you, and if he wasn’t so swamped with work he’d have made the ring himself, but he eventually settled on a gorgeous, elegant yet extravagant, jewelled band that suits you and your stunning beauty perfectly -The whole night was perfectly planned, from the time he calls for you, to the sweet speech he’d prepared (and rehearsed) over the course of many early mornings (Hubie caught him reading it in front of the mirror once and poor Ferdie’s never seen such pure amusement on anyone’s face) -It’s already all set up by the time you both reach the secluded meadow, blanket laid neatly in a patch of grass surrounded by flowers, yet not squishing too many, candles carefully placed so they don’t fall and burn everything to the ground, fireflies dancing in the moonlight, your favourite foods, lovingly handmade by Ferdinand himself, beautifully covered so none other than you two could enjoy it -A perfect night for the most perfect person in his eyes -Yet he completely forgets that he was meant to propose. Literally just, forgets. He’s so enthralled by your beauty and enraptured by your melodic voice that he forgets about the box in his pocket, forgets about the speech he made, forgets that he’s meant to ask you to share the rest of your lives together because in that moment it truly seemed as if you were the only people to exist -It’s only when you, having known his plan all along (he’s not subtle nor sly enough to hide it), pull out a box containing the ring you spent weeks choosing, showing it to him with a sheepish smile, that he remembers what he came there to do and scrambles to pull out the ring he chose for you -Very romantic, 10/10 -He later tells Dorothea everything that happened, dramatically lamenting the fact he never got to say his long, very sweet speech he had prepared, and she brings the whole ordeal up during her speech at the wedding

Hubie; -Oh Hubie, oh sweet, caring mother hen Hubie -As well-informed and sly as he is, he’s near-hopeless when it comes to romance, so when he found out you were taking trips to various jewellers searching for rings he genuinely thought you were just browsing for yourself, even if its not usually your type of thing (or, maybe you were looking at rings for him, to coax him out of his glove-wearing obsession) -With how much time he spent also at the same jewellers that you visited (he thought you were better with accessories than him so he followed your lead in secret) you’d think he would wisen up and figure it out but no, it takes the jeweller themself mentioning you for him to realise you were looking for engagement rings and not everyday rings -He found a ring that he thought would be perfect for you and the jeweller mentioned that you’d been eyeing that one and that’s what finally made him clock on to what all your trips had truly been for -Not wanting to be taken by surprise with no way to smoothly recover and act like he has everything perfectly planned all the time, he carries the ring with him everywhere he goes, even if you’re not nearby or maybe even in a whole other city doing work stuff -After a talk with Edelgard, he decides to plan something special to show that he does, in fact, absolutely adore you and everything you do, but he does still keep the ring with him in a special pocket that he refuses to use for anything else -It happens at a time that neither of you had prepared (the dinner he had planned was set for a week later, and you were gonna do it later the next night), you two were just sitting by the waterfront one warm afternoon, gazing out at the glittering lake before you, when you felt peaceful and relaxed enough to ask him to close his eyes as you stood to kneel behind him, ring box in hand -He’s smart (sometimes) and knows exactly what you’re doing, so he takes the ring box out of his pocket and displays it proudly as he turns around once you tell him you’re ready

Claude; -Fecker knew the whole damn time -Somehow knew from the moment you thought to yourself “huh, I think I wanna marry Claude” -He mentions to Hilda one day that he’s 99% sure you’re out shopping for engagement rings at that exact moment, and then says “hey you know what would be really funny” and decides that he, too, would be proposing after you spent so much time & effort planning everything with your second closest confidant (whoever that may be) -So when you finally muster up the courage to take him to a gorgeous beach one evening after a satisfying dinner, he’s got this unusual, unreadable grin on his face, hands behind his back as he fiddles with the little velvet box containing the ring he oh so lovingly chose for you, only to trip and fall, grabbing you by the arm and bringing you down with him -Now, two identical ring boxes lay on the sand in front of you, and Claude’s sheepish “surprise?” almost makes up for the mouthful of sand you’re now having to spit out -He’s laughing and you’re eating sand

Dima; –Absolutely clueless -You two proposing at the same time really is just pure chance -He didn’t even know you were planning on proposing in the first place! Okay maybe he had a slight hunch but he didn’t want to ask in case he was wrong and it was just wishful thinking on his part -Dimitri (lovely Dima, gorgeous man, amazing) asks the Blue Lions for help with choosing the right ring and planning the perfect date, some help more begrudgingly than others (looking at you Felix Hugo Fraldarius), but in the end he has a solid plan and a pretty damn gorgeous ring, all he needs now is self confidence and you -A while before the actual event, he tells you that he’s taking you to see some of Faerghus’ most beautiful snowy areas, promising countless tales from his childhood, and you decide that that’s the perfect time to propose, because it sounds phenomenal and you had no idea Dimitri was planning on proposing then too -When you two reach the absolutely stunning and truly wondrous area, you pull out your ring box and get on one knee, only to see Dimitri blink a few times before doing the exact same thing, blushing hard and smiling wide

Yuri; -He found out your plan by accidentally going to the same jeweller as you at the same time as you, seeing you carefully inspecting the engagement rings as he got through the door, but because he’s Yuri mf Leclerc you didn’t see him as he stood in the shadows and observed your choice -It made him feel all warm & fuzzy inside so he searches high and low for The Best Ring Ever to give to you -From that point onwards, he’s taking the ring with him whenever you ask him to join you on an outing, no matter how big or small that outing may be, but to his surprise you don’t propose on any of those trips -One day, he’s been working non stop for hours, so you waltz into his office and all-but drag him to the dining table, lecturing him about how he needs to eat properly even if his work is very important, and since he just thought it was a normal dinner he didn’t take the ring with him -To his shock, you end up spontaneously proposing after you both finish eating, confessing that you were planning to propose on each of those little trips you took him on, only for it to not feel right or for nerves to get the better of you, so you decided to do it in a place you both feel comfortable and at ease -He accepts, obviously, but then takes you back to his office to show you that he bought you a ring too, slipping it straight onto your finger

- Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed! As always I have been Geas and you have been awesome, never forget that. I hope that you are giving yourself a break and treating yourself fairly, because while things may seem like they’re spinning out of control sometimes, you are stronger and better than you know. -

[theruseandthecaper]

oh lord its the way i’m ALSO super latched onto fire emblem right now! may i put in a request for dimitri comforting the reader during/after a nightmare maybe? i just NEEEEED some form of dimitri fluffy comfort in my time of depression. thank you 🥺🥺

YES!!!! dimitri stans rise up. i love this man sm. it’s pre timeskip dimitri bc im replaying three houses right now and he’s the freshest in my mind. sorry if it’s a little short/it’s not entirely accurate to his character, im very rusty in my fic writing but i did my best :) i hope u enjoy, tysm for the request!!

The first time you’d had a nightmare, Dimitri wasn’t asleep. He found sleep never came easy for him, as he himself was regularly plagued with nightmares and the ever present need for revenge. It kept him awake, kept his heart hammering, pumping blood through his body and thoughts through his brain. He’d lain awake, reading at candlelight at his desk for the past few hours, his bed neatly made.

The knock at the door broke his quiet thoughts into pieces like a fist to glass. Picking his head up away from his book, he wrinkled his eyebrows. Who could that be, at this ridiculous hour?

His initial shock melted into worry. Was something the matter? Something serious? Memories of Duscur pricked at his mind, causing the hair on his arms to raise. He stood from his desk, pushing the chair in behind him and taking his candle, and warily made his way to the door.

Outside in the cold, misty dark of night, you stood alone. Shivering and clutching a coat around you, your eyes fixed on the ground in front of you. Something swam in your (e/c) eyes- something Dimitri could read all too well. It was fear. You were shaken up about something, and naturally, Dimitri began to grow even more worried. You two had been dating for a few months at this point. It all began when Dimitri asked you out after Sylvain had pushed him into it, but he’d always been drawn to you. Your strength, your positivity, your warm friendliness, your genuine kindness you showed to everybody. You were everything he couldn’t be, and it made him fall, and fall hard.

“I-Is something the matter? Is everything okay? You look cold, come inside.” Furrowing his brow, he ushered you in, closing the door behind you. You sat down on his bed, silent, your eyes fixed on your knees. The second you heard the door close, your tears began. Violent sobs racked your shoulders as you curled inwards on yourself, as if trying to hide from the world and hide from him. Concern ran cold through his blood, urging him to sit beside you and wrap an arm around you, pulling you close against his shoulder. He was warm, so warm, and it made you subconsciously shift closer to him.

A thousand thoughts filled his head. He had no idea how to comfort someone. What should he do? Ask what’s wrong? Say nothing and just hold you until you calmed down? Call for help? Find and give a… stern talking to whoever made you upset?

Finally he got himself to wrap an arm around your shoulders. You leaned into him, his warmth comforting as you cried. To him, it felt like hours passed, you curled up against him crying while he stood there stiffly not sure how to react. In reality, it was only 10 minutes when you looked up at him with red tinged eyes, your cheeks damp with tears.

“S-Sorry. I didn’t know where else to go.” You whispered. Dimitri’s blue eyes widened a little, his grip on you tightening.

“Please, don’t apologize! It’s alright. Are you alright? Did something happen?” He pulled his hand off your shoulder, shifting it to hesitate right above your waist. Poor guy had no idea how to comfort.

“I had a nightmare.” You looked down at your lap, the light leaving your eyes as the memory of the dream began to return to you. It causes more tears to pool in your eyes, which he noticed.

Damn it all, he thought as he wrapped both arms protectively around you. You wanted to feel safe. He may not have known how to correctly comfort his partner, but you liked tight hugs, yes?

Empathy crashed through him like waves on a rocky beach. Nightmares were something he struggled with every single night of his life. Horror movies of his father’s murder, the flames of Duscur, the screams of the innocent people around him played behind his eyelids every night. It kept him awake, kept him from being able to sleep. Kept him in the training grounds or the library, mind focused on revenge. It consumed him, and now it was consuming you, and he couldn’t take that. Your suffering was the worst thing he could possibly imagine.

He didn’t press aboht what the nightmare was about. All he did was gently lay back, you still comfortable in his arms. You nuzzled closely against his chest, and he rested his face against your head.

“You’re safe here.” His voice was a gentle whisper, only for you to hear. And you knew that. Safe here, in the iron arms of your boyfriend. He was insanely strong and driven, but even if he wasn’t, you knew he’d stop at nothing to keep you safe. He’d lost everything. You were the only one he truly had left.

Gentle hands rubbing circles into your back helped lull you back to sleep, your breathing steadying as Dimitri held you. However, sleep evaded him. He needed to be there for you, be awake in case the nightmare came back and you awoke in tears again. He needed to be awake and alert in case something happened. You were so tired, so vulnerable asleep against him. He needed to make sure no harm came to you. You placed your trust in him. He wouldn’t let anybody harm you as long as he was there.

Keeping alert, he found himself studying your sleeping features. Your (skin color) skin, so soft under his fingertips as he brushed his hands over your cheeks. Your (hair color) hair, pooling on top of the pillow underneath you, tickling his face as he kissed the top of your head. He’d keep you safe. He’d keep you protected.

As long as you were by his side, no harm would ever come to you.

He’d never let it.

[cravingsfromatwistedone]

DEVIOUSNESS [ DRABBLE / NSFW ]

AUTHOR'S NOTE: SOMETHING SHORT AND SPICY! I RECALLED HAVING A SMALL CRUSH ON BALTHUS BECAUSE HE WAS SUCH A HIMBO! ENJOY READING DARLINGS! TW: THREESOME, ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP (WITH CLAUDE, READER IS CLAUDE'S WIFE), IMPLIED CUCKHOLDING KINK (CLAUDE) CLAUDE VON RIEGAN X FEM! READER X BALTHUS VON ALBRECHT

"Does she look alright?" Balthus huffed before letting out a low muffled groan against your skin

Claude beams a grin to Balthus's direction, caressing your face and wiping away the tears that streamed down your face "Oh, she looks euphoric to say the least" He says

It had been a simple invitation really. A very, very simple one

Claude told you that Balthus will be dropping by for some tea to talk over some things he'd like to catch up on over the recent years and you figured 'Why not?'. The bulky man may have lacked some strength in his brains but he certainly did not lack in his heart; he was a good man after all. But you had forgotten that your husband was no ordinary man. He likes to concoct plans. Devious plans. Just like you are in one right now

Balthus's chest was pressed against your back and he held on to your arms backwards as leverage, his heavy hard cock pulsing as he pushes and pulls his hips back and forth, eliciting out breathy whines and whimpers from you that Claude seemed to enjoy far too much. Maybe the next time Claude says that a 'friend' is coming over, you shouldn't have entertained the idea.

Maybe.

Having two cocks at once does things to your brain, doesn't it?

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

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

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

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

just like me fr

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

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

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

Of course, that does not last very long.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Dimitri) "In the dead of night?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

That, or she might accidentally make it worse.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Suddenly, S/O became far more alert.

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

Mercedes looked slightly disappointed before S/O sighed internally.

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

Her expression brightened at their response.

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

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

[pix3lplays]

-Yuri Leclerc relationship hcs that nobody asked for because I am Down BAD-

Cw! Suggestive. It’s Yuri. Violence and Blood, unwanted touching, Yuri is a little bit…unhealthy? Toxic? Manipulative? Not exactly sure what to put but he’s not the healthiest partner, kidnapping

“You strike me as the naive type. Best be careful around someone like me~”

He likes naivety in a person. He thinks it’s cute. Charming. Definitely a man who’ll lead you around by the nose at first, sizing you up, testing to see if you really are that naive or if you’re just trying to lead him around too-

He’s not one to just…let his guard down. Even if you ARE that naive. No, he’d rather start taking advantage of all that sweet naivety in you~

Making you do things for him…he’ll tease you relentlessly, rather directly or by the way he strokes your face with his gloved hand, guiding your chin gently up, your lips centimeters away from each other and you’re practically Begging him for a kiss, but he’ll never indulge you. Not yet at least. It’s just fun to see you flustered, desperate for his love and attention and affection.

But even if he is just toying with you like a cat with a mouse, he becomes genuinely protective of you. You’re one of his people, after all.

You remember it vividly. Your first exposure to the true nature of the Savage Mockingbird.

A man. He put his hands on you. And Yuri saw and didn’t hesitate to spill the contents of the offender’s throat with a pretty, gleaming dagger. Right in front of you, too…

He turns to you with his sharp, purple eyes while the man chokes on his own bleeding throat on the floor.

“Did he hurt you?” Yuri asks, looking you up and down for injuries.

“No…” you say, staring in horror at the man dying on the ground.

“Good. Then I guess I’ll make this quick,” he says, turning to the dying man. With a swift, aggressive stomp of his boot that makes you jolt at the suddenness and intensity, Yuri finishes the man off, then turns all his attention back to you.

“You need to be more careful. Don’t let people touch you, or THIS-“ he gestures to the man he murdered , “-will happen. I’ll keep you safe. But you need to do your part too,” he says it coolly and matter-of-factly, wiping blood from his face.

Truthfully Yuri didn’t typically Want to kill people in these scenarios, but there was something different when it was you. Something that stabbed a deep and red-hot jealousy into his stomach when he saw another man touching you however he pleased. Something told him this murder was justified. He was defending your honor, after all. And a part of him just wanted to.

I think Yuri would take it upon himself to teach you to defend yourself. He gifts you a dagger. An ornate, silver blade, just as deadly as it is beautiful.

You don’t want to take it. You don’t want to hurt people. But something about the way Yuri’s eyes as he closes his fingers around yours, making you grip the dagger’s hilt…it tells you that you better do what he says.

So you begin training with Yuri. At least twice a week, in the evenings, or what you assumed was the evenings in the Abyss…

You spent your evenings with Yuri’s hands on your wrists, showing you how to conceal the dagger, showing you how to defend yourself, showing you how to disembowel a man twice your size in just a few swift motions.

It worries you to see Yuri like this. So determined to teach you how to kill. Even with the gentle way his hands find your wrist, or the gentle look in his eye as he congratulates you for learning yet another deadly technique…

You couldn’t help but wonder. Why was Yuri so determined to teach you to fight? To kill?

One day he decides it’s time for a Serious duel between the two of you.

Which ends with you pinned to the ground, his boot on your shoulder, his dagger at your throat.

You thought he’d be mad at you, for being so weak despite all your training.

Instead, he smiles at you beautifully, and laughs.

“Don’t have the heart to really strike at me?” he smirks, removing his boot from your shoulder and helping you to your feet. “I suppose I should be flattered…”

You don’t know if he’s just teasing you again or if he’s being serious.

Truthfully you were just too weak. You really did give the duel your all, but you were no match for the Savage Mockingbird.

You see the moment it dawns on him that the truth of the matter is you really just can’t fight very well.

He lets out a whistle. “I guess I’ll have to keep you close then, if you’re incapable of protecting yourself from bad men like me…”

Something about Yuri considering himself a bad man strikes a nerve with you. You had known him long enough to know he wasn’t a bad man. You had heard him softly sing the children of the Abyss to sleep.

But before you can protest, he’s leaning close to you, his lips hovering over yours. “Do you want this?” he says, sounding serious all of a sudden. “Because you do know what you’re getting into, right? If you become involved with me?”

And you respond by tasting his lips, and his hands move to your cheeks to help deepen the kiss.

“I really can’t tell with you…” he murmurs against your lips. “If you’re really this naive…or if you just want something from me…”

“Time will tell,” you say with quick wit…and he kinda likes that response. He pulls back and smiles at you.

“I think that, right now, I’d be happy either way.”

Yuri walks you home that night, a hand on your shoulder, just in case anyone should get any ideas. He kisses you goodnight, and promises that you’ll meet again soon.

You try to return the dagger, since he’s labeled you a terrible fighter, but he insists you keep it.

‘A gift from him’ is what he says.

That night you sleep with the dagger in your hands. You’ve never slept so securely.

-

Becoming the Savage Mockingbird’s lover came with more risks than you realized…

You knew Yuri had a bit of a reputation…but somehow you didn’t realize it was because he was Literally the leader of a gang-

This put a target on your back.

“Yuri’s little bird,” is what you became known as.

Of course, you weren’t aware of any of this. You could only wonder why Yuri kept you so close. Quite literally.

He was almost always nearby.

He never gave you the impression that you were in danger though. He was always calm. Almost relaxing to be around. You never really had the feeling you were in danger.

Until you got kidnapped, and held for ransom by a rival Abyssian gang.

When Yuri found out…

You had never really…seen him angry before. Until that confrontation. And you had LEARNED from past experience that Yuri could be violent, but you didn’t realize just How violent-

You had to look away as he made the leader of the rival gang SUFFER before he died.

You were shaking, terrified, your vision going black until you felt two hands rubbing either of your arms.

Yuri.

You look up, into his face, covered in blood, and he wipes some of the droplets off your cheeks. The ones that got on you during the massacre.

“I’m so sorry…” he says. And he’s not apologizing for the way he traumatized you. He’s apologizing for the fact that he’s not quite ready to let you go.

He walked you home, like he always did, the two of you soaked in blood to varying degrees. And he asked if he could stay the night with you.

He was worried about you. Afraid members of the rival gang might come and kill you in revenge.

So you prepared him a little spot in the living room, but it wasn’t long before you were hearing noises and seeing shadows and you realized you wanted the Savage Mockingbird with you in the bedroom.

He doesn’t sleep at first.

Just watches over you, staring out the window or sitting on the edge of your bed.

But when you wake up that morning your forehead is pressed to his and your arms wrapped around his bare shoulders.

When he wakes up, he swings his legs over the bed, and you’re left staring at your boyfriend’s scarred back. You imagine all the things he must’ve done to earn those, and it makes you shiver a bit.

He glances over his shoulder at you, and you don’t bother with pretending to be asleep. You just gaze right back.

“I want you by my side today, and the next one…just in case.”

And even though you’re horrified at this man’s capacity for violence, you can’t help but agree that that would be for the best…

You can have the discussion about his violence later.

-

Yuri’s probably not really the type who can Truly settle down. Not while there’s injustice to be solved.

So maybe he will marry you. But his work isn’t done. Don’t expect him to become some sort of househusband for you.

His proposal is direct. He tells you right there the reasons why you SHOULDN’T marry him, while he’s in the middle of offering you a ring. You accept the ring anyways, despite your better judgment, and he kisses you and the next thing you know you’ve had a modest Abyssian wedding ceremony and now you were married.

Yuri as a husband, unfortunately has to do many unsavory things to keep you healthy and happy and taken care of. At least, in his eyes.

You don’t know where the money is coming from.

He’s always brushing off your concerns with ease. And before you know it, you’re not worried about where the money is coming from, because Yuri’s home, and you missed him so, so much.

-

If he’s confident that a meeting won’t turn sour, he’ll actually bring you with him. He’ll sit you on his lap or have you curled up in his side while he listens to the meeting.

In a way, having an attractive thing like you on his arm is a status symbol. But also…you help keep him calm.

But if there’s even a hint that things might take a turn for the worse, he makes it Clear no one’s to mess with you. He’ll tear out their throat if anyone so much as looks at you wrong.

-

Yuri’s singing voice…it is truly beautiful, but for reasons unknown to you, he never sings for you, or anyone, beyond the children.

Sometimes you sneakily listen to him singing the children to sleep, fearful of what would happen if he caught you.

One day he did.

He told you to just…keep it to yourself. Please. You promised him you would.

Only when you’re seriously sick, and you ask that he sing for you will he indulge you. He doesn’t want to lose you, but if his voice is really what you want to hear before you potentially slip through his fingers then fine. He can get over it and sing for you.

He’s always grateful that you recover, but now you won’t stop talking about his voice…

Alright end of part 1, I’ll. Probably write more later.

[frickingnerd]

dancing the night away

pairing: dimitri alexandre blaiddyd x gn!reader

summary: dimitri asks you for a dance on the night of the ball...

all eyes were on you, as the prince of the holy kingdom of faerghus grabbed your hand and led you onto the dancefloor. a mere commoner like you, getting to dance with the future king. you would be staring in disbelief as well, if it hadn't been your hand that dimitri had grabbed. 

and now he was placing one hand on your waist, his other hand gently holding yours, as he started dancing with you. there was a small blush on his face and he could only sneak glances at you, before he got too flustered and had to look away again. 

you could barely hear the music that was playing as the two of you danced. your heart was beating way too loud for you to focus on anything else. you could only watch as dimitri's lips moved, unable to hear what he was telling you. 

"what did you say…?" 

your question caused the poor prince to blush even more and you worried you had overheard something very important. 

dimitri slowly closed the gap between the two of you, your body pressed against his, his hand wandering to your waist and holding you close to him, as he leaned in and whispered into your ear:

"i said, you look beautiful tonight~"

[seraphiism]

𓆩 ღ 𓆪 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬

( my dear, i will always be this tender for you. )

chara : m!byleth fandom : fire emblem: 3 houses quote cr : sanober khan a/n : reader is also a professor! thank you for the comm :^)

i. the transition from mercenary to professor is certainly not an easy one, byleth recalls, memories of previous months at the academy blurred and faded to black. how drastically his life changed, an isolated warrior who knew so little of a life outside battle suddenly responsible for the future and wellbeing of many. it is a heavy weight, this role, and surely he is not alone in this feeling.

that’s the hope, at least– but his typically neutral expression always says so little, no one even thinks to complain about their job in comparison to a professor that’s been thrown to the wolves. it doesn’t help that he has yet to witness anything but your calm demeanor as a fellow teacher; how envious he is at times, watching in curiosity as you offer advice for the tenth time to your students. whether it’s tutoring hours, lunch hours– there’s always someone running up to you in a panic, though you are quick to make it dissipate in a moment’s notice. 

byleth does not know much about dance or what it is like to be a dance professor, but he can only assume it is as difficult as it looks.

so that’s how he finds himself in your office, intentions fully focused on seeking advice until he does, in fact, realize that he is not the only teacher that seems more stressed than they let on. it is both humorous and mildly concerning, he thinks, watching you hurriedly organize scattered documents, mumbling frantically to yourself.

he wonders if he should come back at a better time, act like he didn’t see this for the sake of your pride. he tilts his head, clueless, contemplates his options for a few seconds, and loudly clears his throat.

“do you need help?”

you look up, match his gaze, and it is almost strange how quickly the stressed countenance turns into one of absolute relief at the mere sight of him. how embarrassing it is to be caught in such a manner.

“i’m always like this when it comes to lesson plans.” mildly distressed, you laugh ( slightly ) nervously and scratch your cheek. “if you have spare time, i’d really appreciate it.”

“what do you need?”

you wring your hands together, smile sheepishly as he raises a brow at you.

“let me teach you?”

byleth blinks once, twice. this is most certainly not what he expected, nor what he came for, but perhaps being a professor is not bad, after all.

( no, byleth does not know anything about dance, but for you, he is willing to learn. )

ii. so it turns out you’re always like that before each lecture. you can’t explain it, you tell him, sighing in defeat for the fifth time in two minutes. teaching? easy. preparing the lesson? terrible. horrid. you cannot imagine anything worse. there’s always a hint of self doubt that lurks in your mind, makes you wonder if you’re teaching these students adequately enough to help them in their future endeavors.

– which ultimately leads to byleth being your student of sorts ( you guess, which sounds kind of strange now that you think about it ). you can’t count how many times you’ve done a practice run of your seminars to him, and here you are now, hands on his shoulders, words gentle as you instruct him.

“how am i doing?”

between trying to evaluate yourself in the way you provide instruction and the repetitive sway of the dance, your thoughts drift elsewhere. the sound of his voice anchors you back to reality, eyes widening as you come back to focus, accidentally taking a minor misstep that ( unfortunately ) results in you stumbling right into the other. his arms wrap around you in secure hold, but only for a second before you’re scrambling to save what little dignity is left.

“so sorry.” you blurt out, clearing your throat and absentmindedly wiping the imaginary dust off your uniform. “i didn’t mean to– uh,” your face burns so much. you may as well be in the sun. on the sun, even. “you’re doing great.” you tell him in the most normal way possible. “i think you should probably teach me, actually.”

you sigh, bury your face in your hands as if it’d hide the shame. byleth doesn’t quite catch what you mumble, something about the gods punishing you, he’s not quite sure. there is a kind feeling that envelops him, instinctively brings the faintest of smiles to his lips. how amusing it is, seeing someone so normally composed so worked up.

softly does he call your name, but in your distress, it does not reach you. so instead, he steps forward, touch light as he pulls your hands away to reveal a flustered expression. his smile grows, and perhaps there is something all too endearing in this time you have spent together.

“you teach very well.” he tells you, his voice quiet yet warmer than you’ve ever heard it. “i admire you.”

( & when you resume the dance lesson, minds far too occupied with that moment of earnest, you almost think he holds you a little closer than before. )

iii. “something on your mind, kid?”

byleth has never been one to express his emotions openly, visage nearly a blank slate at most times. there are few who can understand him with such ease, and jeralt is proud to say he is one of the few. after all, what kind of father would he be if he couldn’t understand his own son?

there is a hesitation that adorns the professor’s countenance– the slightest furrow of the brow, a pursing of the lips ; rarely is it that he wields such a concerned expression, and rarely is it that there is anything that causes him to worry. jeralt stiffens, sits up a little straighter when he notices. there are too many things that could go wrong at the monastery– too many possibilities, too little time. what has happened? has his son been threatened? has someone–

“i think i am in love.”

( there are many times where byleth has frightened jeralt to the point where he believes he may have a heart attack. this is one of them. 

byleth does not think he has ever witnessed someone go through all the stages of grief simultaneously. )

iv. byleth has never really heard those typical life lectures from his father, but he is most certain that he triggered one. a very long one, actually, and he thinks he may or may not have zoned out during some of it. he supposes it might be a little shocking, seeking his father out for advice on a delicate topic. he has never been one to think about romance until recently– not until he began interacting with you more.

“you know,” you start, watching his form with both amusement and approval, “i don’t think you have to suffer through my seminars and dance practices anymore. you’ve got everything down.”

( and if you have to be honest, you’re surprised that you both became so invested in this, spending so much time together to improve each other as professors. )

“i enjoy it.”

with his hands on your hips and yours on his shoulders, you fall into the motions, all the right steps taken and memorized with absolute perfection. he has helped you immensely through this all– you’ve noticed that lesson planning goes much smoother as of late, although there are some occasions where he does catch you in a frenzy, hovering over your desk as if the next seminar may end your life.

“you like hearing me teach? or you like dancing with me?”

there’s a teasing tone to your words, a blithe smile resting on the curl of your lips. you don’t expect him to look at you so thoughtfully ; you may be overthinking when you see something different in those blue eyes, but you swallow hard, hold your breath instinctively. he feels reluctance claw at a still heart, but there is such a curious tenderness in the way you look at him that he cannot remain silent any longer.

“both. i would like you to be my partner, actually.”

you pause, almost stumble over your steps once again.

“your dance partner?”

you can almost hear the wheels turning in his head. he doesn’t have the slightest clue what a proper confession is, nor does he know how to go about it. he doesn’t think he’s ever felt such fear in his life.

“if you’d like.” he says slowly, contemplating his next words. “but i would like you to be my partner in general, as well. i–”

he reflects on his father’s advice, practically hears the echoes of his words. byleth has always been a straightforward individual, maybe too straightforward, so maybe now is not the time to–

“byleth?”

there is a sense of urgency in the way you call his name, catching him before he drifts off too much in musing. no, perhaps he should not start out with an ‘i love you.’ but maybe– 

no. he will keep it simple for now, take things slow.

“i am… very fond of you. i want to be with you.”

you want to think he’s joking, think that maybe claude thought it would be funny to set up such an elaborate prank on you, but there is nothing but genuine adoration in his eyes. you wonder if he can sense your reciprocation of such feelings.

“i want to be with you, too. i–” you pause, feel your face on the verge of exploding from the heat, “i’m also fond of you, byleth.”

the relief on his face is nearly palpable, shoulders lowering as he lets out a sigh. with a gentle smile, he welcomes you into his arms, holds you ever so tenderly as you bury your face in his chest, half in embarrassment, half in affection. the air is filled with peace, his embrace slowly lulling your heart to a calm. you think you could stay in this moment for years to come.

“lesson plans and confessions break your composure, i’ve noticed.”

you lied.

“shut up, byleth.”

( he kisses your temple gingerly, feels a strange sensation in his chest at the sound of your laughter. it almost feels like a beat, a quickening, this quiet knowing of a love that resides in a heart. )

[shamefulsho]

𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐯. 𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 || 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆♪

Genre: headcanon

Not requested

Not edited

Pronouns: you/your

wc: 420

a/n: (As a Syrian I thought I should write accurate Syrian wedding stuff. Almyra, Palmyra, see? Every wedding hc I’ve seen for Claude were European or American and yk)

The party would be big with mountains of food and colorful lights. Because he’s the Almyran king, it takes place in Almyra.The golden deer and his closer companions from Fodlan would still definitely get invited.

While the party was huge and crowded, the actual wedding/legal stuff had only his and your closest friends. He wanted at least that to be a special moment for the two of you. An intimate secret to be kept away, for only a handful to know.

Claude would hire the best tailor in Almyra to ensure your dress would be comfortable, light, and well-fitted but stunning and elegant.

The food would be whatever his and your favorite foods are, no matter how improper or not elegant it is.

When the food came out and you were permitted to retreat to your small, hidden dinner table, you were both drained, almost deflated, from all the interactions and movements. Quiet conversation and murmured jokes fill the air

When he was putting the jewelry on you, most couldn't tell but he was shaking. Poor dude was so nervous to mess something up in front of so many people or in front of you. He had imagined it so many times and wanted nothing more than for it to be perfect.

The first dance the two of you share is slow with his hands on your hips and yours on his shoulders. At that moment, the guests, the entire world even, seemed to slip away. The only thing that mattered was your breath on his neck and his eyes locked with yours.

Claude is the debkeh king and you cannot tell me otherwise. He will get into it like no other. He leads the line with Nader after him and they slowly pull everyone into the line.

Your wedding night is not in fact filled with sex. That is a white people thing tbh. Your both way too tired to do anything other than sleep. It was a struggle to get out of all the hair pins, makeup, shoes and wedding dress to begin with. Though, I will say there was a lot of cuddling and kissing.

When you woke up, you made some Arabic coffee and spent the entire morning gossiping about those who attended the wedding. Claude had some especially good shit to talk. Hair frazzled, eyes barely open, talking about how someone who took a second wife without his first knowing or who has been arguing with their daughter-in-law or son-in-law.