#sylvain angst

[onyxedskies]

 “i know we don’t know eachother well, but i can give you my number and you can talk to me whenever you need..”  Duo of your choice. Make me cry.

oo ok. alright i can work with this.

i am not super good with modern aus but i shall try my best lmfao

pairing: mercedes & sylvain

word count: 767

warnings: suicide attempt

His heartbeat thrummed in his ears.

Miklan had been right about him. He was always right about him.

Just a stupid coward who took everything away from everyone else. Who hurt people with his existence, with his stupidly self-destructive actions.

It was better this way.

Felix, Dimitri, and Ingrid were still at college, and Glenn was on a business trip for the week. He had no other friends - the fact that those four had stuck around so long was a miracle in and of itself. His father would send the notes when he found out. He could be a douche, but he wouldn't go that far.

Sylvain stood on the edge of the bridge, looking down at the roaring waters. He wasn't wearing a coat, a poor choice for anyone to make in a Faerghan March, but he deserved the cold that nipped at his fingers and stung his cheeks.

There were idle footsteps somewhere around him. He didn't care.

He took a deep breath, steadying his resolve. He'd always been afraid of heights; this was the perfect way for him to go. The perfect final punishment.

He bowed his head.

"Wait!"

The footsteps he heard earlier were getting faster, louder, and all of a sudden there was a hand on his shoulder, on his arm, and they were pulling him off of the ledge and into a hug.

"What-"

"No," the voice said. Sylvain tried to lift his head, getting only a glimpse of ash blonde hair before his head was being gently pushed into the person's shoulder. "I won't let you do this."

"Mercedes?" Sylvain asked, hesitant. It was a long shot, but it was possible; she had moved away her senior year, but it was possible she was back to visit.

They didn't know each other well in high school, and they hadn't spoken since then. All they had were fragile memories of shared activities from a time long past.

"You can't do this to yourself," she said. Her voice sounded thick. "I know we don’t know each other well, but I can give you my number and you can talk to me whenever you need."

"I'm not worth that," Sylvain laughed. It was hollow sounding, even to him.

"Yes you are." Her voice was firm, and yet soothing all the same. Inexplicably, tears sprang into his eyes. "You are worth that and so much more. You're not- you're loved, Sylvain."

"All I do is hurt the people around me," he replied, more aggressive than he wanted it to be. "It's better for everyone this way."

"No, it isn't," Mercedes said.

"Yes, it is!" Sylvain cried. "All I do is hurt people. My existence hurts people! God knows my actions don't do anything to fucking help me in that regard, but I can't stop. I want to stop, but I can't, I just can't, so it's better for everyone if I'm gone. If I'm gone, there's only so much damage I can do."

"That's not true," Mercedes said. She hesitated for a second before tightening her grip. "Whatever your brother told you, your father - they were wrong. About all of it. You are worth so much more than you think you are. You deserve support, not to be pushed aside because you resorted to unhealthy coping mechanisms because you had nothing else to do."

Sylvain tried to swallow down a sob. "But I-" his voice broke- "hurt everyone I've ever loved."

"Have you apologized?" Mercedes asked, so painfully gently.

"Of course I have," Sylvain said. He was crying now, tears running down his face as he tried to keep himself from sobbing.

"Have they hurt you?" she asked.

"Yes, but that's different!" His voice was trembling.

"How?"

"Because they're them and I'm just me," Sylvain sobbed. "Because they have good futures ahead of them, with happy and fulfilled lives, but all I have is a silver tongue and a track record of hurting people."

Mercedes clutched him tighter, and he buried his face into the crook of her neck and wailed. She rubbed his back, waited for him to calm down. She might have said something, but he couldn't hear anything else over the sounds of his anguish. Of fifteen years of pain exploding out of him.

"You are worth the help I'm going to get you," Mercedes said as his sobs turned to hiccups. "You are worth all of the money, time, and energy it will require. You're worth it, Sylvain."

He didn't agree, but he didn't have the energy to argue.

And maybe, just maybe, she was telling the truth.

[claudvain]

Do you remember the promise we made when we were kids? About sticking together until we die together?

I remember.

[princessofthevalley5]

working on a crimson flower sylvix fic bc i am insane <3

[onomatoseeyah]

@sylcedesweek

So I stretched the prompt (by a lot lol) so please imagine the 5+1 fanfic prompt where Sylvain protects/helps Mercie the 5 times, and then the 1 time that Mercie protects him

[randomnameless]

Which is stupider, Brave!Lysithea agreeing with Supreme Leader and thinking that getting rid of crests will automatically cause the concept of people with more power over society than others to disappear, or Brave!Marianne idolizing Momo despite presumably knowing full well how much of a monster he was?

B!Lys without a doubt !

B!Lys thinking crusts makes people nobles erases Judith, Holst and hell, even Marianne herself from Fodlan (Marianne is a noble because she was adopted by Edmund, not because she has a crest, hell, her crest is hidden!!).

B!Marianna can sort of exist in the post VW limbo where it is probable that post VW Claude never said a thing about the origins of the Relics and the identity of the Elites to his classmates (just as it is probably he told them, the game doesn't want you to think about those pesky "issues") - but B!Lys exists in a verse where she ignores members of her own faction so...

I wouldn't say it's stupid per se anon, but it's a case of FEH completely ignoring events from the games to create characters (re : Ayra training A!Mareeta) with the Fodlan speciality : the vast majority of the FE16 characters (not their Nopes versions!) cannot have definite personality traits or connect two dots, because if the stars align a certain way, they can join Supreme Leader/ditch their country/family/friends for Billy's pretty eyes. Unlike the Lord who are from their, well, canon versions, B!Lys cannot say Supreme Leader's "reasoning" is nonsensical, because Lys can join Supreme Leader, let it be for Billy's pretty eyes, or because she is the only unit in the game to be able to look at her city being invaded and her friends having been massacred, and choose to side with the invaders to save her life (tfw Lys adopts more willingly the Almyran POV than Hilda, who rejects it in CF and dies fighting to protect her leader/friend).

[callmewishful]

This clip from AM is reason 23 why I think Miklan should have lived in AG.

If Sylvain was this remorseful over the worst version of Miklan, imagine how upset he was over what was arguably the best version of Miklan when he died. Imagine the dynamic between them that could have occurred if Miklan had been allowed to keep growing.

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

au where the faerghus dads in their school years end up in the same timeline as the blue lions from dimitri's school years and they have to co-exist until lambert's group finds a way to get back to their time

[frickingnerd]

being in a love triangle with sylvain and felix

pairing: sylvain jose gautier x gn!reader x felix hugo fraldarius

tags: love triangle, jealousy, pety felix, rivalry, flirting

it's hard to tell which one of the boys fell for you first

sylvain was the one who started flirting with you first, but he wasn't really serious about it right away

felix on the other hand never seemed to change much around you, even after falling in love with you, making it hard to know when exactly he realized his feelings for you

though there is one thing that starts to show that he's in love with you: he tries to keep you away from sylvain!

felix worries that you might end up falling for sylvain and tries to avoid you and the red head running into each other

of course, this only intrigues sylvain as he starts to notice it, suggesting that felix might be crushing on you and keeping you away from him for that reason

though when felix denies that he has feelings for you, sylvain starts to assume you're the one who's in love with him, which only piques his interest

he starts to seek you out more, flirting with you every chance he gets and before he knows it, sylvain fell for you as well

it takes the two boys a while to realize they both love you and once they do, it gets a little awkward between them

both suggest the other one should have you, but both deny as well. in the end, they settle on fighting for you and the better one wins!

sylvain continues his usual flirting with you, often taking you on dates as well, while felix attempts to have more time with you than sylvain, without actually having to call it a date or admit to his feelings

felix also likes to play dirty, telling you small lies like "sylvain won't be joining us today" so he'll have you to himself or he'll cover your eyes when sylvain is does something impress during training, to prevent you from seeing it

[sylvanfreckles]

The Way You Shake and Shiver

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Hopes Rating: G Warnings: implied/referenced canonical child abuse

Summary: All Felix wanted was to have some time alone to think about his brother. Instead he finds himself sharing the burden of grief with Sylvain, as they've both faced loss of family in one way or another. (Read on AO3)

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"Oh Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console" --Francis of Assisi

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“Felix, wait up,” Sylvain Jose Gautier panted after his friend, leaning on a tree for support. “How are you so much faster than me when your legs are so short?”

Felix Hugo Fraldarius—who would argue that he wasn’t that short, it was that just certain red-headed morons were far too tall—shot a contemptuous look over his shoulder. “I train.”

“I train, too!” Sylvain had finally caught up to him, though he stumbled a little through the shin-deep snow. “I train some,” he amended at the look on Felix’s face. “Okay, I don’t train as much as you. Nobody does. Not even His Highness.”

With a snort, Felix turned away. “Don’t compare me to the boar,” he snarled as he pushed through the snow.

He had been intending to go on this scouting mission alone. There was no real danger; he was only looking for some likely terrain for training recruits that might not be accustomed to the northern climate. And yet, Sylvain had tagged alone anyway, saying someone needed to watch Felix’s back.

“Felix?”

“Go back to camp if you can’t keep up.”

“Don’t be like that.” Sylvain lunged through the snow and managed to catch Felix’s arm. “Come on, slow down a little. You’re gonna get lost taking off through the woods like this.”

Felix spun around to face his friend, shrugging off his hand. “I don’t get lost,” he snapped. He didn’t need this. Not today. “You see that? See our footprints?” he pointed behind Sylvain, where his own neat prints were overtaken by Sylvain’s messier trail.

Sylvain had the decency to look abashed, rubbing the back of his head with one hand. “What if the snow fills them in?”

Rolling his eyes, Felix turned away again. “Just go back to camp, Sylvain.”

“C’mon, Felix!” Sylvain floundered after him, despite his words. “What would your father say if I let you wander off and freeze to death out here?”

“Probably that I died in glorious service of the Holy Kingdom of Faergus!”

Damn it. He hadn’t meant to say that. Even without looking he knew what the expression on Sylvain’s face would be, that mixture of pity and reproach so common on his own father’s face. “Go back to camp. I’ll be back later.”

“Don’t, Fe. Please. I’m sorry.”

The apology caught him off-guard, and he turned back to face Sylvain. He had his arms wrapped around himself, eyes downcast, face a picture of misery and sorrow. “I forgot it was…it’s his birthday, isn’t it?”

Felix let out a sigh and leaned back on one leg, hand resting on his hip. “Why would you even remember?”

“I miss him, too!” Sylvain met his gaze, eyes brimming with emotion. “Glenn was…he meant a lot to me, too. Especially after…well, anyway. I’m sorry. I should have remembered.”

He looked away at the mention of his brother’s name. Thinking about Glenn on the best of days was difficult, to say the least. He’d just wanted to be alone today, away from the bustle of camp and the constant reminders of what his brother had died to save.

But Glenn had cared about Sylvain. Felix could remember cold nights spent snuggled up at Sylvain’s side while Glenn fussed over bruises on the redhead’s arms. Teaching him how to play chess or taking them both for long horseback rides. Whenever Sylvain came to visit, pale and thin and shaken after another ‘accident’ under Milkan’s watch, Felix had always been happy to share Glenn, to show Sylvain what a real big brother was supposed to do.

Felix shifted his weight, then gestured to the path he’d been following. “Come on. There’s supposed to be a clearing up ahead. We just need to confirm if it’s big enough for training.”

Sylvain didn’t exactly brighten, but he did quicken his steps enough to walk beside Felix. “Sorry.”

“Stop apologizing.”

“Right…sorry.” Sylvain’s head was still lowered, but there was a hint of a smile peeking out under his bangs now.

“I changed my mind. Go back to camp.”

Sylvain threw his head back and laughed, and Felix rolled his eyes with an exaggerated grimace. They were silent for the rest of the walk, but it was a comfortable, friendly silence. Snow crunched under their feet as the wind rustled the bare branches overhead. They’d have more snow before nightfall.

“This must be it,” Felix said as they reached a clearing. It was exactly like the previous scouts had described—roughly circular with a small formation of stones in the center. He eyed the area critically, calculating the number of soldiers they could train in such an area.

“Land slopes upward on the eastern side,” Sylvain commented, pointing. “Might be good practice for charging maneuvers.”

Felix nodded in agreement. He studied the clearing for a few moments more before folding his arms across his chest. He hesitated…emotions weren’t always his strong suit, but he had been a little harsh with Sylvain before. His friend had been acting out of concern, and he had overreacted.

“Thanks. For following me out here.”

Sylvain didn’t answer, and Felix shot him a concerned look. He was staring at the clearing but didn’t seem to be seeing it, arms wrapped around his chest so tight Felix could hear his armor creak. Felix waited, knowing it was always better to let Sylvain find his own way out of his memories than to try to pull him out. Finally, the redhead seemed to realize that Felix was watching him and gave him a shaky smile before staring back out at the clearing.

“I guess…I just didn’t want you to be alone out here,” Sylvain finally said, his voice little more than a murmur.

Felix rolled his eyes. “Not like I could get lost this close to camp.”

It was barely there, but he caught it. Sylvain flinched, his fingers tightening around his arms. “Yeah…you don’t get lost.” Sylvain’s voice was suddenly rough. He wouldn’t meet Felix’s eyes as he stared out at the empty clearing in front of them, his gaze distant.

“Hey,” Felix nudged him with an elbow, “you’re shaking.”

Sylvain seemed to rouse himself and shot him a brief, unconvincing grin. “It’s cold.”

“Right.” Concern was leeching into Felix’s voice now as he leaned in closer, resting his arm against Sylvain’s. “I won’t let you get lost either.”

Sylvain managed another smile, but it was even less sincere than the last. He just stared out into the snow, eyes darting back and forth as though searching for dangers. Past or present, Felix couldn’t say. He tucked his hands under his arms but couldn’t quite hide their tremor.

“Well, I’m done here,” Felix drawled, pretending not to see the way Sylvain jumped at the sound of his voice. Still stuck in his personal hell. “Ready to head back?”

He nodded, though his eyes never quite met Felix’s. “Our footprints…”

“What about them?”

“They’ll be covered.”

Felix rolled his eyes and shoved at Sylvain’s shoulder to turn him around. “It hasn’t been snowing enough for that. Besides, you can see the smoke from the campfires from here, see?” he pointed above the canopy, where a thin spiral of smoke rose into the air. Sylvain relaxed a little at that, but still seemed anxious.

Sylvain still didn’t move, and Felix rolled his eyes. “Here.”

Sylvain blinked owlishly at Felix’s outstretched hand. “What?”

Felix heaved out a sigh. “Idiot. Take my hand.”

He hesitated another long moment, but Sylvain finally slid his shaking hand into Felix’s. Felix led the way back through the woods, reminded a little of the time he’d found Sylvain with a bloody knee and had to coax him back to the house with promises that Glenn wouldn’t be mad.

They’d barely even been out of sight of camp, but Felix didn’t drop Sylvain’s hand until Sylvain loosened his grip. They were less than a stone’s throw from the perimeter, close enough to hear the murmur of voices and bustle of activity.

“Hey, Felix?”

He paused for a moment and, as he turned back to face Sylvain, he felt arms wrap around his shoulders and tug him against his friend’s chest.

“Thank you,” Sylvain whispered. Felix nearly pushed him away, but Sylvain was still shaking. Just a little, but enough to catch at that place of blended anger and sorrow deep in his chest. The part of him that wanted nothing more than to make Miklan pay for every moment of suffering he’d inflicted on his brother.

“Idiot,” Felix murmured, wrapping his own arms around Sylvain’s waist. “Like I’d ever let anything happen to you.”

The arms around him tightened, and Sylvain leaned down just enough to rest his forehead on Felix’s shoulder. “I know. Thank you.”

[lunacchi-fe3h]

New DimiLuna Azure Moon Bad End Timeline Just Dropped

WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE I love torturing myself with bad endings :)

Summary under the cut!

**This ending takes place in one of the rare universes where both Luna and Byleth exist.

After the end of the war in the Azure Moon timeline, Dimitri confesses to Byleth...and gets rejected. While he knows he shouldn't, he stubbornly holds out hope that Byleth will change her mind, but that day never comes as she marries (insert whoever the fuck here LMAO) in a big ceremony at Garreg Mach.

During this time, Dimitri had been focusing on his duties as king, but now that the archbishop has married, the voices pressuring him to find a wife are becoming too loud - and too many - to ignore.

Coincidentally, around this time, Luna is sent on business to Fhirdiad as an envoy of the archbishop. She and Dimitri reconnect and spend time together during her stay, rekindling old feelings. The night before Luna is set to return, Dimitri proposes to her, and she happily accepts.

Their wedding a few months later is a happy affair. Luna is incredibly excited about getting to marry the love of her life, but she can't shake the pit in her stomach after noticing Dimitri's longing gaze towards the archbishop...

Dimitri tries to be a good husband for Luna, but ultimately, his affections lie elsewhere. Luna does her best to support Dimitri anyway, hoping that one day he'll come to return her feelings.

:)

[onyxedskies]

Sylvix for number 7?

Also if number 1 isn't a little lion man reference I will sob /j

it is a little lion man reference i’m so glad you picked up on that

also i’m writing this under my desk after finishing a quiz so sorry if it sucks /lh

word count: 379

Anger boiled in Felix’s gut as he watched the scene unfold before him. Instinctively, his hand jumped to a sword he knew wasn’t there, desperate for something familiar and comfortable to cling to.

There Sylvain was, hand to the wall above a giggling girls shoulder, dazzling smile on his face as he spoke. Felix couldn’t hear the words over the noise of the marketplace, but he could imagine them well enough.

“Can’t image what a pretty little thing like you is doing out here all alone. Why don’t you come with me for a bit, have some fun together?”

“Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?”

“Am I in a museum? Cause you truly are a work of art.”

Well-worn words, murmured to countless girls in countless situations over the years. It didn’t bother Felix much before — it sparked annoyance at most — but now he was doing it, after everything.

Why?

Felix stood there, watching them, paralyzed. And then Sylvain turned, and his face fell. His posture went tense, he leaned away from the girl and started babbling excuses and waving his hands in a way that once would have sparked warmth in Felix’s chest. Now, however, Felix felt nothing.

He turned on his heel, storming away even as he heard Sylvain frantically calling his name. The crowd parted for him, but he didn’t have thought to spare on fixing his expression. The betrayal seared his body, burning his heart and filling his mind with smoke.

“Felix, please, wait up!”

Felix stopped, but didn’t turn to face Sylvain. “What,” he demanded.

“It wasn’t what it looked like, I swear!” Sylvain said.

“It looked like every other time you’ve flirted with a girl,” Felix said. He turned to stare at Sylvain. “Was it all a disguise? Some sick fucking act?”

“No, Felix, please—“

“No! I’m not dealing with your bullshit!” Felix said.

“It was just a bit of flirting, there was nothing behind it!”

“That doesn’t matter!” Felix yelled. “I’m done. I’m not fucking doing this with you.”

Sylvain said something in response, but Felix couldn’t hear it over the beating of his heart. He stormed off, not paying attention to where he was going, what he was doing.

It hurt.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hello ! I would like to request a half angst half fluff fic for Daemon x Stark!Reader.

Reader is quite a tenacious woman and good with her words, the only daughter of her father. She managed to get her father to let her learn how to fight and she's a great warrior. She even commanded part of his army and was successful in the battle. She is very respected in Winterfell. Even warriors look up to her. She's a fiery spirit and very loyal. She was promised by her father that she could marry whomever she wanted but she actually had no interest in marriage.

But her father will get a very interesting proposal to marry her to Daemon, something that Viserys arranged. Of course Daemon is pissed too. He doesn't want to get married to an unknown woman.

Her whole family will travel to the palace but nothing was yet said to her about the plans being made. Her family will break it to her after arriving just before she will be thrown in a room with Daemon for them to know each other. She and Daemon hate each other at first glance. And I was imaging Daemon calling her wife and she would yell at him something along the lines "I will not be your palace bitch, you manwhore." . Still they get married but they don't actually consumate their marriage that night.

They will spend time apart, not even staying in the same room for a while until Daemon catch her one day at the dragonpit. She will be there interacting with Caraxes. Or maybe him trying to but her not knowing how to approach him properly. Daemon could help her and that's when they begin to grow on each other. they start training together and slowly fall in love and they confess it to one another a while later.

Thank you !

A/n: I might make this into a two parter. 🦦

As the only daughter of your Lord father, Sylvain Stark, your upbringing was primarily done by the men in your life; Which meant being frequently roughhoused by your brothers, sneaking away from your etiquette classes to watch the knights train under your fathers ruthless but fair tutelage within the courtyard. Your mother, much to your surprise, encouraged this behaviour of yours by dressing you in your brothers out grown clothing, disgusting you as a boy and setting you on your way to train with your brothers; Who refused to go easy on you based on the pretence that you were a girl and their sister. Though that didn’t meant that they weren’t protective over you because they were and so much more.

So whenever a boy failed to respect your request to be left alone or impose his thoughts on how girls like you weren’t meant to pick up a sword, irritating them in the process but before any of your brothers could life a finger, you had gifted the boy with a bloodied nose and a cut running across his cheek from your nails. You were punished but it didn’t felt like one, considering the fact that your father had been spent most of it lecturing you on how to throw a proper punch and praising you for developing a backbone. It wasn’t until then that you expressed to him your interest in swordsmanship to which he had laughed off but once he saw the fires being stoked within your eyes, reminding him of himself at your age, demanding his own father to teach him how to fight after being scuffed up in a fight with a boy twice his height.

“You truly are my child, aren’t you.” He says, ruffling your hair, eyes flickering in amusement as you shoved his hand away with a pout and mused hair. “Tomorrow we start your training.” You remember cheering that day, hugging your Lord father by the waist only to be confused when he held at arms length, “I’m warning you now y/n, becoming a knight is not something that should be taken lightly. I’ll be putting you through your paces. Within this room your are my daughter but out there,” your father gestures to the courtyard where two knights were sparing with wooden swords, “you are one of them. No special treatment shall be given during this time, am I understood?” “Understood fa-Lord Stark.” Sylvain smiled at your with pride as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, finally bringing you in for a hug. “Get some sleep dear child for I’ll need you to be up and early for training tomorrow. So no sneaking off to the kitchen for late night snacks.” You groaned at the thought of sacrificing your favourite activity to get what you wished but in the end it was a fair trade.

It didn’t take long for you to prove your worth as one of the best swordsman to have ever picked up a sword in Westeros. Your father’s vigorous training have shaped and melded you into the knight you were known as today. Your body held it’s fair share of scars, providing more then enough evidence to even the most sceptic of sceptics that you weren’t one to be taken lightly without reaping the repercussions. Even though you quickly became a household name within your home of Winterfell, it hadn’t become well known enough to the other houses of Westeros only until it was in conjunction with some of your earliest escapades as commander of one of your father’s men; Which included some of your brothers in attendance.

There were some knights within your squadron who believed you to be too weak for such a position, some even went as far as to petition themselves as commander instead but your father would only scoff and say, “A real man wouldn’t feel the need to take opportunities away from others, unless they were scared. So tell me lads, if you believe yourself to be as tough as you say, why don’t you let my daughter test that theory out herself?” Needless to say those knights became dutifully compliant to your every command after having the lesson vigorously beaten into them by your own hand. Those who were unsure or uncertain of your leadership held their tongues within your presence, soon enough their views on you changed after being lead to countless victories under your command against all those that opposed House Stark.

So much so that you have heard yourself and your squadron being referred to as ‘The Iron Wolf’ and ‘The Wolf pack’ in passing when you and your squadron road through the courtyard, armours soaked in the blood of your most recent conquest, the excess staining the snow in an unsettling shade of crimson whilst the disembodied head of the lousy Lord who dared to pick a fight dangled from your hip like a spoil of war. Men, women and children gathered to greet you back with their deafening cheers that filled the air. So much to the point that you could barely hear the voice of the servant, who came to stand by your side as you handed the reigns of your horse over to the stable boy. “Your father would like a word with you in the grand hall, Princess.” You could tell from the tone of his voice that it was immediate that your presence was needed and with a curt thanks you rushed through the castle, helmet in hand, until you were in the grand hall where your father was sat at the head of the table.

“You called for me father.”

“I did indeed child, I take it that the battle was a successes?” Sylvain questioned as his eyes looked at the bleeding head at your hip with pride. You smirked, reaching to unclip the head from your belt before presenting it on the table before him. “You said that you wished for his head, so his head I have brought you.” You replied. Sylvain only chuckled as he lifted himself from his chair, moving to bring you into his arms, uncaring of the blood getting on his clothes; He was just happy to have his child back home safe and sound like any parent. “Is there a reason for my presence here today?” You asked when you pulled away from his embrace, your smile fading from your lips when you saw the somber look upon his face. “Dad?” Your father sighs heavily, “I received a raven this morning, from King Viserys. He wishes for my presence at KingsLanding at once.”

You instinctively reached out to grasp at your father’s arms like a lost child, gripping them tightly as your displeasure with being departed from your father became all the more evident. “Whatever for? We do our duties here in Winterfell and he and his family does theirs in KingsLanding? Why the sudden urgency? It’s not out of the realm of possibility to suspect something has arisen.” Your father didn’t have the heart to tell you the truth, so instead he choose to lie but had he tell you the truth, he knew you’d outright refuse. Ever since you grew to a certain age where marriage was put into question, Sylvain decided that instead of forcefully searching you a suitor, he would let you yourself choose on your own accord. However your disposition to get married had placed him into a corner he felt he couldn’t get out of before your eligibility comes to pass.

So when he received word that King Viserys was offering up his brother, Daemon, for your hand in marriage; It felt as though the gods had decided to spare him the fate of an impending headache that would surely come from the small council’s demands of your arrangement. “Give your mind a rest dear daughter,” Sylvain chuckled, his hands cusping your elbows reassuringly, “I wouldn’t want you to take up arms and storm KingsLanding on the pretence of a misunderstanding. I’m certain it’s primarily down to boring political business.” You snorted at your fathers disinterest for political disputes despite his position as Warden of the North, causing a smile to spread across his lips. “The upside to this however is that I’m granted the due diligence of bringing along my beloved family.” You smiled softly at your fathers words, resting your head comfortably against his chest like you did as a child. “Oh and your invited too.”

“Oi!” you exclaimed, pulling yourself away in order to slap him on the arm for his cheeky comment that only made your father laugh at your reaction. “You think yourself so fucking funny for that, don’t you?” You rhetorically asked him as he made a face as though he were in genuine thought, “I’m believed to be quite hilarious, according to some people.” Your father responded in kind. Though before you could make another jest, your worried mother -who had heard joyous news of your return but had yet to see you with her own eyes- walked into the hall upon hearing her husband and your laughter echo off the stone walls from just outside. Her eyes widened upon seeing you, picking up her skirts in her hands as she rushed to your side before letting them drop so she could cusp your face in her hands. Your eyes closed upon instinct at the touch of your mother, sighing deeply at the one thing you’ve missed the most since your time away from Winterfell. A strong warrior you maybe but even the strongest of warriors fall on their knees at the gentle touch of a mother.

“Hello mother.” You said wistfully, bringing your own hands away from your father to support your mothers arms. Practically purring in content when her thumbs brushed across freshly healed scars that ran across your cheeks like jagged bolts of lighting. “My sweet brave child, you had me worried sick when you didn’t visit me upon return!” Your mother exclaims but calms down when she saw that other then the occasional scar, you were without major injured. “Then again I shouldn’t be surprised that it is your father who gets to see you first.” You knew deep down your mother wished she was more hands on with your growth, after all you were the only daughter she bore out of a cluster of boys. Your mother thought that due to being the only women in the family, you’d be as thick as thieves; Unfortunately for her, you had more of an affiliation with anything that constitutes to boys. She tried her best to have common ground with you though it never lasted long, especially when your vigorous training sessions with your father left your tired and unable to withhold conversations.

You didn’t blame her, you couldn’t blame her for wanting something that was just for you and her. She was your biggest supporter in whatever it is you did, the pride in her eyes was the soul reason why you kept fighting the tougher fights, just so you could come home to her appraisals and motherly comfort. “I apologise, the adrenaline of our victory must’ve carried me away from you. I’ll be sure to make up for it in the meantime.” Your words must’ve brought her some comfort as she smiled at you before pressing a kiss to your forehand. “You best do child, now I’m certain your father has told you of the contents in the King’s letter, why don’t you run along to your chambers to pack your things before we are due to set off.” She says as she ushers you out of the hall before looking back at her husband who’s attention was brought back to the letter. “You haven’t told her have you?” She asks, walking up to his side. “No,” he said, “she’d refuse before i could even make it to the proposal.” Your mother sighs, picking up the parchment, being mindful of the bleeding head she knew of to be your work, reading and re-reading the inked words scratched into the letter.

“She’s held this off for far too long. Brandon, Richard, Edward and Sylvester would’ve already been married to their betrothals by the time she chooses a suitor.” Your mother commented as your father slumps back into his chair, his face covered by his hands as he ran them down his face. “Which is why I took the liberty to accept on her behalf.” Your mother looked at him with wide but confused eyes, “but you said-“ “that she could choose? Yes I did but you know as well as I that girl detests marriage, never less political ones.” Your father cut her off, knowing very well how her mind works in certain situations. “Y/n would rather lop off her own arm if it meant getting out of an arrangement. She must one day understand that I made this decision for her.” Your mother knew how much your father loved you, she knew that he didn’t wish for you to be a lone wolf for the rest of your life. He merely wishes for you to be happy and he could only pray to the Seven that this marriage would do just that even if it takes forever.

“I wish her to be happy too Slyvain,” your mother replied, holding his hand in hers, “but we mustn’t act the victims when she soon learns that we’ve been withholding the truth.” She advised before taking her departure from the grand hall, leaving your father to mull over recent events and question himself before an audience of a dead man’s severed head. “Did I do the right thing?”

[priintaniere]

collab i did with @/dryltt3 on twitter for originally a prompt for the 2022 Sylvix Week, you can read their fic “bathe a body” here (also known as  titsout_miserable.jpg)

summary:  sylvain spends most of the first year of his marriage away in sreng, bypassing the honeymoon phase and going right to angst upon returning to felix’s side

※ please do not repost my art ※  ➜ commission and ko-fi links in bio

[sheikahwarriork]

Do u have any dimileth headcanon??

LMAO TOO MANY. here's a brief(?) list

dimitri fell in love right away when they met but realized it only during the rain scene

byleth fell in love more slowly and realized it at the goddess tower (academy)

sylvain knew about dimitri's crush all along and kept teasing him about it but dimitri was dense and clueless and always like "i dont know what you are talking about, sylvain. my only feelings toward the professor are admiration, care, and the wish to spend all my life at her side. totally normal"

during the fishing tournament, byleth asked dimitri to keep her company. dimitri was confused, the professor always fishs alone!, but gladly accepted. she also tried to teach him how to fish but he kept broking the fishing rods

byleth always spends at least 3 hours at sunday having tea with dimitri (its me im byleth)

the first time byleth tried to make tea for dimitri, she made a chamomille too strong for a normal human to enjoy. luckily dimitri isnt normal and it was the first time in years he tasted something. byleth keeps over-pouring his chamomille just to see him enjoying some taste

dimitri cant cook for shit. byleth only knows how to stew at a campfire. dedue is their savior

(dedue knows about dimitri's crush too but doesnt tease him about it)

they love each other in every universe, in every timeline. even if they dont realize it, or one of them (dimitri) dies, they still love each other and always will.

dimileth CF: edelgard is the one who kills dimitri, byleth tries to stop her but fails, and after she spends an entire day hugging dimitri's corpse, unable to understand why her heart feels so broken (since when does she have a heart?)

dimileth VW: after the timeskip, byleth meets dimitri for the first time at the gronder. she rushes to him and hug him, whispering "i thought you were dead", and dimitri replies " i thought it about you too". then an archer hits dimitri on the back. he looses strenght on his legs. byleth starts screaming. dimitri doesnt look at her, he only says "i always wanted to dance with you" and dies. byleth turns back time till the monastery and now chooses the blue lions :)

dimileth SS: (wooo "ghost scene".) dimitri always loved the professor from afar. and hes not dead, but he knows he's about to, so he goes to the monastery to see the professor one more last time. he needs to tell her what hes doing, what hes about to do, but looses all his composture once he sees byleth smiling at him in relief (she thought he died- offscreen during gronder). ohhh but he needs to go now, he feels like that smile isnt meant for him, this isnt his- their story; maybe in another life. this is dangerous. why this urge to kiss her, why right now? he needs to go, now. "im sorry, professor. im a coward, i've always been a coward. i came here to tell you-" shes crying, shes smiling. "i love you too".

woooo too much angst. back to the romcom fluff

when byleths asks dimitri to go to the sauna with her, he heats up so fast not bc of the heat, but bc the professor is in her underwear sothis help me-

mercedes knows too. (actually every blue lions knows. theyre not very subtle) she tries to help byleth realize her feelings by talking through metaphors but byleth is too dense and she keeps wondering why mercedes always talk to her about "the goddess and her king"

during academy phase, dimileth dont kiss. but according to sylvain, they spend all the time "eyes-fucking each other". true!

their first kiss? lmao actually at the S support scene. theyre clumsy and a bit awkward- its the first kiss for both- but its also the best one of their lives. bc its the beginning of their life.

sothis hates both of them (lovingly). A LOT. she considered many times to get control over byleth's body just to make those two fuck. everytime byleth smiles under her breath when she thinks about dimitri and then wonders "what is this hot wave im feeling? must go ask manuela about it" sothis starts screaming

at the ball, dimitri spent all the night looking for the courage to ask the professor to dance. once he collected it, he sees claude dancing with the professor! (how dare he!) (why am i so jealous?!) the next time he spares with claude, claude ends up in the infirmary. "oops. my crest activated :("

they have many children and lives happily ever after forever.

("brief list" my ass.)

hope you enjoyed this! many of these hc comes from a very long fic i wrote some time ago that i still havent published, but im working on its translation (its currently only in italian) and maybe, one day, it will be on ao3. i hope so. :3

[theeeveetamer]

So I was thinking about how they keep the bond scar from getting infected in omegaverse, yeah?

Concept: antibacterial alpha saliva. Hear me out!

So my thought here is that when an alpha is ready to bond with an omega they might produce some kind of disinfecting effect in their saliva, which would basically make their fangs sterilized before they go in

The wounds they leave behind still heal under a normal timeframe. So I was thinking it's a sign of devotion or love for an alpha to continue taking care of their omega's wound personally after mating. So a particularly devoted alpha would spend days afterward checking the wound and licking and kissing at their partner's neck to keep it clean until it's fully healed.

Of course if an alpha didn't want to do that then they could just take care of it normally. So like, if for example an omega was bitten by someone they didn't know then they'd have to disinfect and bandage it themselves. But I think if they do it that way it never quite heals right. Like, you can always tell when a bond scar was healed by an alpha vs. when a bond scar is healed without an alpha.

Whiiiiich leads to lots of social stigma/judgement toward both alphas and omegas. Like, if the couple is still together then a poorly healed bond scar will have people judging the alpha for being an inattentive or uncaring partner. If they're not together then maybe an omega is pitied or judged for choosing poorly and being left by their bondmate.

So ways I could totally make this about my ships:

1 Angsty Dimidues where Dedue marks Dimitri just before sacrificing himself to save Dimitri during the time skip. Dimitri has to heal the wound all by himself, complicated further by him being on the run with very little in the way of supplies, which leads to it looking pretty gnarly.

That's partially why he wears high necked shirts/armor after the timeskip. Partially because he doesn't want anyone to know, and partially because looking at Dedue's mark hurts too badly. Once they're back together he fiercely defends Dedue against anyone who would judge him for the way the mark looks

2) Soft Dimidues where Dedue takes the best damn care of that bond mark and Dimitri constantly brags and gushes and shows it off to everyone so they know how wonderful Dedue is

3) Maybe some angsty Sylvixes where Sylvain marks Felix during a rut and then doesn't remember it later. Felix takes care of it himself and hides it from Sylvain for years

Sylvain discovers it eventually, but doesn't realize it's his mark, and is ready to rip whichever asshole did that to Felix to shreds (surprise! it's you, asshole!)

4) Fluff-angst Leokumis where Leo takes the best damn care of that bond scar, but partially because he's traumatized from Garon being such an asshole. Garon never took care of anyone he marked so they always wound up with gnarly looking scars. The court judged them very harshly for it

5) Some kind of interaction between Alfred's illness and the scar mark healing? I dunno if I would want it to turn out gnarly no matter how hard they try (for the angst) or if I would just want it to take a really long time for it to heal, meaning Diamant has to be extra extra dedicated to it (for the fluff)

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

flashback to the time this happened in my vw run 😔

tried to get all his boyfriends to calm him down

he attacked a boyfriend (and called him not worth it! 😩)

boyfriend had to retreat