#sylvain fluff

[frickingnerd]

sylvain with a girlfriend who keeps getting flirted with

pairing: sylvain jose gautier x fem!reader

tags: established relationship, jealousy, mention of sylvain being a flirt, character development/growth

sylvain is very much used to flirting with girls and having them flirt back at him

but what he wasn't prepared for was how much people would flirt with you!

sylvain had scored someone as good looking as you, so it wasn't much of a surprise that people would occasionally flirt with you

but he really wasn't prepared for it…

he could stand right next to you and have guys ask you out to dinner or compliment you

for the first time, he started to realize how the boyfriends of those girls he always flirted with must've felt

sylvain vows to you to be more respectful in the future! he'll never flirt with a taken girl ever again! or any girl that isn't you!

sylvain gets all pouty and annoyed when those guys chat you up

he wraps an arm around you, but some of them are persistent

it's honestly such a wake up call for him

you can't help but chuckle whenever he gets like this

after you turn the boys down and they leave, you assure sylvain that you didn't even consider going out with them

and sylvain is really happy to hear it!

still, he'll stick around you closely whenever you go out, just in case someone might try their luck with you again…

[fe-fictions]

hi! do you still have that prompt where during dinner, sylvain tells his children that he once joked about killing byleth, and they’re horrified and run to protect their mother? it was so funny 😄

(The ginger army returns!!!)

Neither of you were sure how the conversation reached this particular point. But you were sitting at the dinner table, telling your children stories about your younger days at the monastery. You were talking with a calm reverence, regailing them with tales of your duties as a professor and Sylvain as your impossible student.

But then it shifted, and Sylvain mentioned made an off-hand comment about how suspicious of you he used to be. Thinking it all quite humorous now, he made the mistake of mentioning how he considered killing you once, because of how suspicious he was.

The second the words left his mouth, the entire gaggle of children that had been sitting with quiet enthusiasm erupted, rallying around their mother and barricading him from reaching you.

You were surrounded by a wall of ginger, all of them shouting at Sylvain to stay away from their Mama. He had never looked so confused and heartbroken, before.

“W-what? I don’t-”

“Papa’s bad!! Stay away from Mama!”

“Yeah, don’t you touch her!”

“We’ll beat you up real bad if you even think about it!!”

“Children, I don’t even feel that way any-”

“No excuses! You touch my Mama, you die!!” They were quite serious. You managed to peek over the protective barrier of babies, shrugging at your husband’s bewilderment.

“But I didn’t hurt her! It was just when I didn’t know her. I love her very much now, children. Why do you think all of you are here at all?”

“That’s a good point.” You agreed, biting back your smile. The twins turned and looked at you, appalled.

“But he wanted to hurt you!!”

“That’s also a good point.” You nodded solemnly. Sylvain stared at you.

“What?? C’mon, don’t encourage them!!” 

“They make a very convincing argument, Sylvain. Maybe I shouldn’t let you get too close. What if you try to stab me?”

Your oldest and the twins gasped in horror, glaring accusingly at their father. Sylvain’s hands went up in surrender, but they weren’t having it.

“No stabbing Mama!” “I-I won’t, I swear! I’ll never ever hurt her, not even when we’re sparring. Okay?”

“No weapons for Papa at all!” The eldest son charged forward, snatching his fork and knife. Sylvain was working really hard to suppress his laughter, seeing how serious the children were. 

The troublesome twins each took a confiscated utensil, pointing them at Sylvain from across the table. A serious threat.

“All right, all right. You’ve all turned against me. But I’ve still got you, baby girl. Right?” He looked to his youngest little daughter, who hadn’t moved from her seat (quite focused on her mashed potatoes). 

But as the antics continued (and when she heard of her father’s plans to stab you), her gaze drifted from her food and towards her Papa.

He was smiling so very sweetly at her, as she was his sweet little angel who could do absolutely no wrong.

So his shock was immense when she quietly climbed out of her chair and waddled over to you, hugging your leg. 

She looked at him so very sadly, tears in her eyes as if this was the hardest decision she ever had to make. 

To turn against her Papa, who she loved with all her heart...but no one could hurt her Mama. 

“No hurt mama.”

Sylvain clutched his heart. “N-no, not you, too!! My only daughter…”

“Hey! I’m here too, Papa!”The other twin protested, her braids whipping behind her in defiance of her father’s words.

Sylvain shook his head. “Any child who would turn against me is no child of mine! At least, that was the plan, until your little sister decided she loves Mama more than me.”

“‘Cos you wanted to hurt her!!”

“Yeah, Papa! That’s really bad! I’m gonna tell Uncle Seteth and he’ll beat you up!”

“Yeah!! Uncle Seteth!!”

“Now, now, little ones. No need to get anyone else involved.” You chided them gently, taking the fork and knife from the twins and ushering them back to their seats.

“But Mama-”

“No but’s. Yes, your father did want to hurt me once, a long time ago. And yes, it was very wrong. In fact he  was so wrong I think he should go to jail for a while to think about his actions.”

“Thanks for the help, babe…”

“But, that was a very long time ago, and he doesn’t want to hurt me anymore. In fact, he wants to protect me, and all of you. Do you know why all four of you are here?” Your littlest daughter looked up at you hopefully. 

“Why, Mama?”

“Because he loves me very much.”

“Ew.” The twins’ noses crinkled, staring at their father with an all new form of disgust. And while he was plenty glad that you were saying such sweet things now, he wasn’t sure if this was any better.

“So you should know that I love him, too. We don’t have to worry about him hurting me anymore. He would never do it...at least, not on purpose.”

“Papa...okay?” Your littlest girl asked, and you nodded, unable to keep your smile from broadening.

“Yes, my darling. Papa is okay, now.”

“...Okay.” She whispered, nodding  as if she had received some sort of divine revelation. That her father wasn’t a horrible evil person that they would have to defeat.

It was just about the worst thing her little mind could conjure up.

“Well, all right.” The eldest huffed, narrowing his eyes at his father. “But if we hear that you try and hurt Mama even once, we’re gonna get you!”

“Being threatened by my own children.” Sylvain’s head thunked onto the table, “My family’s betrayed me even when they’re okay with me…”

Distressed, the toddler wiggled from your grasp, quickly waddling over to the far end of the table. She tugged on Sylvain’s pants leg, drawing his attention to his precious kitten. 

“Papa…” Sylvain scooped her up without hesitation, especially when he saw the tears bubbling over. 

“What is it, sweetheart?”

“Sorry.” She mumbled, burying her face in his chest with pudgy little fingers gripping his vest tightly. You were both positive she couldn’t have gotten cuter.

“Aww, don’t cry! It’s okay! Papa forgives you, okay? I forgive you. The others, though...they’re still in trouble. But not you.” He snuggled her close, peppering those chubby, rosy cheeks with plenty of kisses.

“What do you mean, we’re in trouble?!”

“You haven’t apologized to me for threatening me with forks and knives! So as far as I’m concerned there won’t be any dessert for any of you.” “What?!”

“Mama, help!!”

“Maybe we should apologize for hurting his feelings.” You suggested with a hint of amusement, “We do have some shortcake for dessert, after all.”

They gasped.

“Shortcake?!”

“Cake!!”

“We’re sorry, Papa!! We know you’re not an evil demon monster who wants to kill Mama!”

“Yeah! We just wanted to protect her in case you were! We love you lots and lots!”

“Not as much as shortcake, though.”

“That’s fair.” Sylvain laughed, the other three children barreling up to him and smushing him into apologetic hugs.

Despite the mess they’d accidentally made, Sylvain was still happy that his children were so protective of their mother. It was pretty clear where they’d gotten it from, seeing how defensive he’d been of you in his time before the children.

All the concern was forgotten and erased with strawberry shortcake, as all concerns should be.

[wxntxr-cxtrxs]

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[allovertheplace-writing]

Blue Lions and Golden Deer boys' types!! Who would they want to be with,what are they looking in a person? Romantic if possible!! (If you want specific characters I'm curious about Dimitri,Sylvain,Felix,Ashe,Claude and Ignatz!! But you can include others too if you want!!)

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Fire Emblem Three Houses

Character(s): Dimitri, Sylvain, Felix, Ashe, Claude, and Ignatz

Genre: Fluff

Type: Headcanons

Description: Golden Deer and Blue Lions types

Warning(s): Rather Short, Physical Traits Not Mentioned

Hii! I apologize for the wait, but I hope you like it <3

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   ➢ Dimitri

One who accepts him despite all he's done; despite all the misery he's spread

Someone who is kind and uplifting to those around them, yet not afraid to bite back when need be

   ➢ Sylvain

Someone who sees him for him

One who loves him and will stand beside him not just as a partner, but as a friend through thick and thin

   ➢ Felix

Someone who can hold their own, whether it be in a battle or a debate

One that's aware of the cruel world and still smiles; one that still finds happiness despite it all

   ➢ Ashe

One who has a heart of gold, helping others despite their situation or status

Someone with a strong moral compass and someone he can ramble to about the stories he's read

   ➢ Claude

Someone who bites back at his playful quips with equal fervor

One who is insightful and a tad oblivious, perhaps even mischievous

   ➢ Ignatz

Someone who encourages his mind and inspires him to do what he loves

One who shares his ideals and is open-minded, respectful to all they meet

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[theaceofonepiece]

Heyyy. I’m sure none of you know me yet, but I’m Aceial, or just Ace of One Piece. Im trying to start a Xreaded page for fellow lovers of One Piece, I’m free to DM if you wish for me to write in regards to any fanfics for the following fandoms:

One Piece Jujutsu Kaisen Fire Emblem Three Houses Fairy Tail My Hero Academia Demon Slayer Haikyuu

I look forward to writing for any of your requests!!❤️❤️🫧🫧

-Aceial of One Piece

[indigowallbreaker]

Dimivain Week Day 7! The prompt was Pirate AU but 1) I couldn't leave out Mermaid Dimitri and 2) It's not REALLY and AU since it happened in a dream? But I'm counting it.

Summary:

Sylvain can tell at a glance that Dimitri's had another nightmare. So he tells Dimitri about his dream.

[writtingfiction]

Oh Sylvain abd Byleth arguing and the because i love you promt pleaseeee pleasee pleaseeee

o(^▽^)o Anon!! i've arrived !! with a gift!! and also a birthday present for someone! this took a while but please enjoy!

pairing: Sylvain x Byleth

words: 3.6 k

Sylvain looked at the teal haired woman that stood across the room from him. An odd warmth filled him, it felt out of place—no—he felt out of place. Byleth had done something, she had done something to him, was it after their bickering fight the other day? Or was it when she had saved him when he was being stupid in the last battle against Edelgard’s forces? He breathes in sharply as he sees Byleth give Dimitri a quick flash of her rare smile. Thoughts consume him as his eyes does not dare to linger on her anymore.

Sylvain turns, fingers clenching to form a fist as he lets out a breath. One foot in front of the other as they take him away, away and away. He feels as if he can finally breathe when he is on the bridge connecting to the cathedral. Seeing the Pegasus and Wyverns fly above him, the warmth that invaded him has long since left and he feels…

Frowning, Sylvain can’t finish the thought; all he’s left with is a fading warmth now. A shaking hand runs through his hair, maybe this will slow down the thoughts. Doing something with his body, practicing magic, throwing his lance around, or perhaps tending to his horse will bore his own thoughts. That way they won’t stick around.

“Sylvain?” A gentle voice calls out to him. Sylvain spins on his heels, eyes catching that teal hair from earlier. “Are you busy, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to join me for tea?” The warmth from earlier returned, his heart picked up a pace and feels uncomfortable in his armour.

“Enjoy tea with a pretty woman like yourself? I’m always free for you, Professor.” Sylvain speaks and sends Byleth a wink. He knows she’s used to his behaviour (in trying to assure himself) but his stomach sinks to his shoes as she gently shakes her head. A pause in his steps behind her, assuring himself? That has not happened in a while. What is this woman doing to him? Was it all because she didn’t want to get close to him because of his crest? No, that was a childish thought, he knew her better than that.

Sylvain blinks and his surroundings change. There’s a cup of his favourite tea in his hand and there’s no breeze in the stuffy room to carry his thoughts away and far away from him. That way he doesn’t have to indulge in his thoughts about her. How she glows when she smiles, the sparkle in her eyes at the mention of fishing, the commanding but safe aura she has when going over battle plans; there’s so much he could say about her, but that’s his professor.

“Sylvain, are you alright?” Byleth’s voice reaches him, shaking him from his stupor. “You’ve been spacing out.” He flashes her a grin.

“Come on professor, aren’t you tired? You’ve been running through my mind all this time.” Sylvain says it as a half-hearted flirt, but it is the truth. He wonders if she knows this because she doesn’t shake him off, instead she keeps a firm gaze on him. He tries to grin wider, white canines showing and all she does in response is look down at her own cup of tea. She takes a long sip from her teacup and Sylvain only grows hotter in his armour. He doesn’t like how long she takes to answer his nonchalant behaviour. When she finally, finally places her cup down, dainty fingers surround the cup before she speaks up.

“I’m concerned for you, Sylvain. What if this behaviour continues onto the battlefield?” Her voice cools him, and he wants to scream. The intensity of her stare lights him on fire, and then her voice showers him in a cold wash of rain. He let’s out a strained laugh.

“This won’t, trust me.” Byleth sends him a glare. “Trust me professor, there’s nothing for you to be worried about. I won’t be chasing skirts onto the battlefield.” He sends her another charming smile, and it seems to placate her since she doesn’t continue to try and comfort him.

Sylvain doesn’t stay much longer after the attempt to reach behind his walls, to reach inside his brain and dissect his thoughts with him. He politely dismisses himself, helping Byleth put things away and before long his hand reaches for the doorknob leading away from her.

“Sylvain,” Byleth calls after him again. “I am here if you need anything.” Her voice is quiet and soft. It’s enough to make him pause, but not enough to turn around. His own voice is small, quiet.

“Thank you.” And the door closes behind him.

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They’re all gathered in the war room; everyone is seated as Byleth talks about their next move. His attention was waning as he focused on the rhythmic tapping of his foot against the floor. He was lucky he didn’t have his armour on, it would be too loud.

“So, we will need someone to scout out area, sneak in, grab the blueprints and leave.” He looked around the room, wondering if anyone also heard the words leave their professor’s mouth. Brief eye contact with Ingrid seems to have prompt her to speak up.

“Why does it have to be one of us? We have scouts for this type of thing.” Ingrid speaks up and almost half the table nods their heads in agreement. Byleth’s brows furrow as she looks upon her former students.

“I can’t risk them grabbing the wrong thing. I have no doubt that they’ll have other blueprints to other fortresses that will not help us. We need someone to go in with the knowledge that we have in order to secure what we need.” Byleth is firm in her words. “It’ll be a quick reconnaissance mission.”

Byleth’s eyes look around the room, a brief look to Ashe and Bernadetta but they look half scared to death. Ashe’s hands are shaking too much to show any confidence. Bernadetta will be too scared to go, never mind remember what to grab. Lindhart barely seems like an option, Caspar does not have the finesse, Mercedes and Annette don’t have the skills to do so. Dimitri has too much bloodlust and combine him with Felix would make a blood bath instead of a stealth mission. Dedue, Sylvain, Ingrid leave Byleth with little choice to pick.

“I’m willing to volunteer.” Dedue speaks up, breaking the silence in the room. Dimitri is the first to speak.

“No.” Dimitri says it with so much conviction it leaves no room to argue. Not that anyone would, not with the last time Dedue was left alone.

“Ingrid, Sylvain?” Byleth asks into the air.

“I’m sorry Professor, I don’t think I would do us justice.” Ingrid said. Byleth nods her head as she moves to make eye contact with Sylvain. The last remaining student sighs, a soft shake of his head. Byleth sighs as well, open palms closing.

“Then I’ve made my choice,” Byleth breathes in. “I will go and retrieve the documents we need.” And lets it out.

The room erupted in protests, and Byleth fights them off. Considering how adamant they were earlier about not going; they weren’t thinking of letting their beloved professor leave them again even if it was for a mission on their own. Everyone had their reasons for not letting her leave alone, that is, alone. Byleth still argued against them, saying it was a stealth mission, nothing else and nothing more. She’s barely able to calm her students, saying she’ll be back within a certain time limit and if she’s gone any longer, they have permission to come after her.

Even with the calmed students and placated tempers, Sylvain stood at the gate beside Byleth as she made sure she had everything, which wasn’t much. A sword, a dagger, a bag, and a flare. Sylvain felt uneasy. Palms sweaty as he stood watch over her.

“Out of everyone, I wasn’t expecting you stay behind.” Byleth said. Sylvain breathes in as he looks around the gate. Its late, the sun is setting, the night chill is starting to creep in the sound of the bugs are starting to awaken. Behind Byleth is the trail that will lead her away from the safety of the monastery, its open until you reach halfway down the large hill where the treeline starts.

“Says the one who volunteered themself.” Sylvain said. “Besides, someone had to see you off. Can’t let our cute professor leave without a handsome man watching over her.” Byleth lets out a scoff as a smile appears on her lips.

“Alright, I’m heading off. I should be back by dawn, if not you all have permission to come after me.” Byleth said. Sylvain nods and his eyes watch her carefully as she turns. His stomach turns, as a heavy weight is felt upon his shoulders. He confirms that he doesn’t like the feeling, but he can deal with it. He can deal with it as he sees her disappear from his sight into the treeline.

He will be fine.

He was not fine.

Sylvain laid in his bed, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. He’s too hot, too cold. The sheets wrap around him like a snake, and he feels the cold sweat throughout his entire body. Sylvain ponders for a moment if this was worse than hearing that she was missing from the fight five years ago. He can’t decide, cause he’s waiting; he is waiting to see if she’s alive or dead come morning. A cold hand raises to grip his shirt, its too tight on him. He needs out, out and away from the cold scales of the snake that dares to consume him whole. In a flurry, sheets are thrown off him and he escapes the room.

His feet carry him, not surprisingly, back towards the gate that Byleth left. He hopes—wants—her to return now, tell him that everything is ok; that everything will work. They’ll win the war, return home and grow together in peace.

Hands run through his hair, its warmer out here than in the confines of his room. His vermilion eyes set on the tree line even though its barely visible. Sylvain needs to be here when she gets back, he must be here to greet her so he can ease his fears. He can’t be left alone again.

Wait.

Oh no.

Sylvain falls back against a crate, head in his hands. He knows what he feels now, it all clicks into that head of his. Byleth is more than just his former professor, more than just a friend and close confidant. Byleth is…

“Sylvain? Are you alright?” A soft voice speaks up. Sylvain whips his head up to see Mercedes.

“Mercedes...!” Sylvain breathes, he can’t pick up the pieces of his mask quick enough as he sees the concerned look on Mercedes deepen. “I-I-I was…”

“It’s alright, we’re all worried about the Professor.” Mercedes said coming close, setting the lamp she had in hand down and sitting beside him on the crate. Shoulders touching as it brings him some comfort. Sylvain sighs and hums in response. “Some people just show it in different ways. Felix was at the training grounds not too long ago and Annette was having a warm cup of tea with me before we went to bed.”

“And I’m sitting and waiting by the Gate…” Sylvain said and it brings a soft smile to Mercedes’ face.

“I know I can’t convince you to go back to bed, but at least let me bring you a blanket.” Mercedes spoke, leaving the lamp behind as she stood up. Sylvain keeps his eyes on the ground as he speaks.

“Thank you.”

Mercedes leaves the red head behind in search of a blanket, footsteps echoing in the distance as his eyes pick up from the ground to the open gate. It wasn’t fair, Sylvain gave up on those mushy feelings of romance so long ago. He knew ever since his crest appeared that surely no woman would come to truly love him. However, when his eyes would meet hers, there was a lingering hope that maybe, just maybe she could look his way. He cursed himself as he stared out into the darkness. She became more important to him than he had realized. Seeing her come back after those five years filled him with so much emotion, he didn’t know what to do with it. Seeing her cut down Edelgard’s forces with such grace reminded him being just a student all those years ago.

She didn’t hate him after all those years had passed when he had said he wanted to kill her. She cared for him and has continued to do so. She was worried over his well being, whenever he got injured. He understands now that he shouldn’t have been so nonchalant about his injuries, but that thought of not having to worry cause she’s here; never went away. That was, until she did disappear.

Sylvain hears footsteps behind him again, he knows it’s Mercedes as she whispers that she has brought the blanket with her. The blanket wraps around him, and Mercedes says goodnight as she’s finally off to bed. Sylvain bids her a goodnight as he pulls the blanket tighter. Eyes moving from Mercedes figure disappearing into the night towards the gate once more. He’ll wait here until she gets back. He has too.

And so, he does. Hours pass him by, he thinks. There’s no more heat from the lamp, and the moon is still high in the sky. Sylvain lets his thoughts linger here and there. They don’t stay long, and he doesn’t entertain them either. Although, the only thought that he does entertain is the one of when to confess his feelings. He has half a mind to confess when she gets back but argues against it. Byleth will be tired, exhausted from the nights trip. So, his thoughts carry him to after the war. After the war he could confess, there would be no real danger for him to fight. The only thing he would have to fight for, would be her.

Something moves in the distance from beyond the gate.

Sylvain freezes. He can’t tell if it was a figment of his imagination or not. He squints his eyes to see but there’s nothing. Holding his breath as he tries to reason with himself, moving to stand in the gate way as a bright flash of light appears.

It’s the flare.

Sylvain’s body reacts faster than his mind can. Blanket left behind as he sprints across the field. Fear creeps into his blood as he gets closer to the tree line, he doesn’t have his lance on him. By the gods, he doesn’t have anything with him if he needs to protect Byleth. His voice calls out to her as he’s steps away from the treeline.

“Sylvain!!!” Byleth yells out and Sylvain catches a tree to help him turn towards her voice at the speed he was going. Sylvain can barely see what’s ahead of him, branches and bushes are in his way as he rushes towards her. He swears if he doesn’t get there in time he will—

“Byleth!” Sylvain yells as he finally comes across the scene. An assassin has dagger at her throat as she does her best to keep the blade away from her. Sylvain waste no time knocking the assassin over, sending him sprawling towards a tree.

Sylvain follows him quickly, body moving fast. His fists are filled with fury as they connect against the assassin’s face. There’s barely enough time to recover for the enemy. Sylvain doesn’t want to give him the chance to breathe as he swings his fists. His right swinging fast. His left coming in right after. The assassin is left doubled over. Sylvain delivers a swift kick to the enemy’s ribs. There’s an audible gasp that leaves the assassin’s throat.

Sylvain pauses his assault, chest heaving. Blood covered his knuckles, leaving the only evidence of him being in a fight. The assassin slumps himself against a nearby tree. Wheezing as he tries to breathe. Sylvain takes a single step forward.

“Sylvain.” Byleth’s voice rings through his ears. “That’s enough. Leave him.”

“Leave him?! He almost killed you!! If I hadn’t been waiting for you to come back, you could have died!!” Sylvain lets a yell. Emotions running through him wildly.

“It was a risk I took when I left the monastery.” Byleth counters. Voice calm and low. It bothered the red head to no end.

“It will be an even bigger risk letting him go and live!! He knows what you have Byleth.” Sylvain argued, turning to face the assassin but he’s no where to be found. Sylvain grimaced as he clenched his fists. “And now he’s gone.”

“For the better, it will serve as a warning if they pursue us. Let your anger go, Sylvain.” Byleth said, brows furrowed as she stared at him.

“Let it go? Let my anger go? Byleth. What do you not understand that your life was almost taken from you!!” Sylvain cried out, hands reaching out to her. “I feared for the worst when you sent the flare flying. If I hadn’t made it in time, you could’ve…” His hands held onto her arms for support to tell him that she as fine and alive.

“But I didn’t. Sylvain, you got here in time.” Byleth said.

“That doesn’t change the fact that you—”

“You saved me!! Stop worrying yourself about the what ifs, I’m safe.”

“For now!! Byleth—”

“Stop it.” Byleth argues. “What is done, is done. We need to get back to the monastery. You can stop worrying now.”

“I won’t.” Sylvain fires back as Byleth leaves his grip. He’s grasping at straws.

“Sylvain,” There’s a strain her voice. “I understand that everyone is worried for me; But there’s no need for you to get so worked up over this. We risk our lives everyday on the battlefield. Our lives will be in constant danger until the war is over.”

“I know, but that doesn’t mean I won’t stop worrying over you.” Byleth turns to look at him, there’s a spark in her eyes.

“Why? You were the least engaged at the war room and have always been. I know you care, but this? You were never really involved when engaging with others. You would barely raise your voice to voice an opinion in front of others unless it involved chasing a skirt. Why do I matter so much to you now?” Byleth’s words sparked a flame inside him. A grimace appeared on his face. “You hated me all those years ago, all because of a life that you wanted. You don’t really care—”

“I DO!!”

“Why?!”

“Because I love you!! Because I care for you!!” Sylvain shouted. “You mean more to me than you will ever realize!! When you came back, seeing you in the ruins of the town where those thieves were; I felt so relived. You were safe and alive! Now, you’re leading us against Edelgard, and we’ve had more progress in fighting against her than we’ve had all five years you were gone.”

The two stood in silence as they stared at each other. Heavy breathing came from Sylvain as he tried to sort through his thoughts. Byleth looked at him, eyes wide as she soaked in his confession. Sylvain felt his heart in his throat as he tried to remain calm. Even if he threw his composure out a moment ago. He couldn’t let her consume him, yet.

Byleth’s lips move to say something but not a word escapes her. Sylvain closes his eyes and nods his head. Eyes staying glued to the ground when he reopens them. He accepts the fate given to him.

“Let’s head back, the others are worried about you.” Sylvain speaks in a low tone. He doesn’t have to turn around to know she’s following; the sound of her footsteps is enough to comfort him.

His knuckles ache as he grips his lance. Even with the salve he put on three days ago, it still aches. Byleth hasn’t approached him yet either, although he can take a hint and knows that his feelings are not reciprocated. Sylvain takes another stab at the training dummy in front of him. And one more, and another, and he keeps going until he can’t hold his lance properly between his hands. Sylvain pants as he takes a break. Hands shaking as he stares blankly at the dummy in front of him.

“Overexertion will do your body and yourself no good. We need you in the upcoming march against the fortress.” It was Byleth.

“I know, only training to get better at protect those I care about.” Sylvain says, words taking a stab at Byleth, his former teacher and the woman he holds feelings for.

“Sylvain…” It’s a soft call of his name and it makes his heart flutter. “I’m sorry. I should have been more considerate of your feelings in the past.” Sylvain lets out a chuckle and turns to face Byleth. There’s a frown casted upon her face, but she’s still breath taking.

“Its alright, its not like—”

“You’re also important to me. When this war is over, would you still stay by my side?”

It was Sylvain’s turn to be surprised. Eyes wide and heart racing as he heard her words. He nods, the biggest smile on his face.

“Of course!”

Sylvain swears that the smile that Byleth gave him that day could never compare to the goddess he prays too.

[giggly-squiggily]

Yay, the game is back open! I’ve been rereading your adorable Fire Emblem content and came up with the headcanon that Dedue can be a great tickle monster when he wants to be since he can use his height to his advantage and his big arms to wrap around someone. Maybe Dimitri is chasing after Sylvain to confront him about setting him up with girls again, and when Dimitri sees Dedue, he asks the retainer to catch the fleeing noble so they can both tickle him! If that’s okay!

Headcanon to Dabbles Event: CLOSED!

dajlhlfeahrejhrhj Thank you so much! I appreciate it :D This headcanon/scenario is so freaking adorable! I've gotcha covered, friend!

“Sylvain, get back here!” Dedue looked up at the sound of Dimitri’s voice. Raising a brow, he watched as the redhead sprinted by, eyes wide and grin large. “Sorry, your highness! Had to do it to you!”

“Sylvain!” Dimitri came to a halt as he saw Dedue. He met his eyes, face pleading.

There was a flash of understanding.

“What, gave up the chase-?” Sylvain turned, growing pale as he saw Dedue charging at him. “Dedue, hang on- GAH!”

Within minutes, Dedue had Sylvain pinned, back to his chest and arms pulled back. “I have him, your highness- do as you please.”

“Eh….perhaps better phrasing next time, Dedue.” Dimitri shook his head as he walked up, cracking his knuckles. “Nevertheless, thank you for your cooperation. Now, Sylvain…”

“Wait, wait wait, don't you dahahhahhahhare!” Sylvain burst into laughter, squirming too and from as Dimitri’s fingers found his waist, squeezing gently.

“Yes I dare! Didn’t I ask you not to set me up on random dates? I had at least 3 ladies approach me today asking why I stood them up!” A blush spread over the prince’s face, embarrassment mixed with irritation in his eyes. “When will you learn not to do that anymore?”

“Ihihihiihih’m shahahhahahrry! I gohoohohohot ahehahhahad of mysehehhehelf!” Sylvain cackled, throwing his head back in mirth when Dimitri found a rather sensitive spot along his lower ribs.

“Your highness. Allow me to take over.” Dedue asked suddenly, earning a raised brow from the blonde. “He has caused you mild discomfort. Please, allow me to show him proper retribution.”

“Very well then. Have at it.” Dimitri stepped back, equal parts amused and curious on what Dedue had up his sleeve. Despite the serious tone he always carried, Dimitri knew him long enough to understand what his retainer had in mind.

Dedue clearly wanted to play too.

“Wait, wait Dima save mehehhHEEHHEHHEHHEE!” Sylvain squealed as fingers suddenly dug into his armpits, Dedue’s attack deadly with precision. “HOHOHOOHOHLD OHOOHOOHOHN NOHOHOHOOHT THEHEHEHEHHEHERE!”

“Prepare yourself, Sylvain.” Dimitri snickered, shaking his head warmly at the pair. “Dedue can be quite the tickle monster when he desires.”

I hope this was good!

[bladesandstars-fics]

kinder than i deserve (but it's time to start trying)

I wrote Sylvain with Raphael because they're my friend's two favorite characters. Surprise? I fell for them, HARD. I really liked the characterization here, and the chemistry took me by surprise almost with how tender and pretty they are.

[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

[fe-fictions]

I need more of the gaggle Gautiers. Do you happen to have any more reposts for them?

(I only have one more repost for the Gautier fam... their first introduction!!! Please send in more prompts for them if you want to see more, I'd love to keep writing them ;; U ;; )

Sylvain had certainly slowed down a little bit since the end of the war.

This was due to a few different reasons; the first was living in peace time meant there wasn’t as much need for training.

The other was that he married the Archbishop. Naturally, that came with a lot of new responsibilities, and actual romance he’d never been able to experience.

But the third reason was the one taking his focus; a hoard of red-headed, wild children bursting out the front gates of the monastery and charging straight for him.

“PAPA’S BACK!!” Several loud, young voices exclaimed, and he barely had enough time to dismount his horse and crouch down in front of them before he was charged by the swarm. The very cute, very happy, very much so his children, swarm.

“A-all right, all right. I missed you, too.” He laughed, fighting to keep his balance as more of them ran into him. There weren’t really that many; it was only about four of them, but each one was precious and filled with energy, just like he used to be as a child.

The oldest, hardly over the age of seven, was currently wrapping his arms around his father’s neck and squeezing him tightly (if he wasn’t in armor he was sure he’d be fighting to breathe).

The youngest, who was two and a half, was still waddling behind her siblings and trying to keep up so she could hug her Papa, too.

The middle pair, his twins, were currently climbing over his back and onto his shoulders, fighting for his attention. 

It was all he could do to keep from crumbling under their energy.

“We missed you, Papa!!”

“Did you have lots of fun?!”

“Did you bring us anything back?”

“Snacks?”

“Presents?!”

“A horse?!”

“A new necklace for Mama??”

“A quill for Uncle Seteth?!”

“He was really mad when you left, y’know.”

“He doesn’t like it when you chase us down the halls!!”

“He found the bust of Saint Cichol that we broke by accident-”

“W-we didn’t break it!! It was the creepy guys who live under the church!!”

“Yeah!!”

“Papa…” Sylvain was able to hear the soft, shy voice of his littlest one, his precious girl who was barely able to make her way through the crowd of kids and reach her father. Those chubby cheeks were begging to be kissed.

“Okay, everyone, settle down-” Sylvain plucked his son off, kissing his forehead and setting him down. He peeled off the first twin, kissed her cheek, and managed to flip her brother over and kiss his nose. “I missed you all very much. Now go let Mama know that I’ve come home.”

“Yes sir!!” They burst away from him and stumbled back up to the monastery gates, a very unimpressed Seteth already chiding them for running off so recklessly.

In their haste they bumped their little sister, sending her tumbling backwards- but with expert Dad Reflexes, Sylvain caught her, scooping her up and away from the painful ground.

“Easy there, little girl.” He beamed at her, “Did you miss me, too?”

“Yeah.” She huffed, teeny, tiny hands coming around his neck and hugging her as best she could. Oh, he could just melt on the spot.

“I missed you, too, sweetheart. Did you behave for Mama while I was gone?”

“Mm-hmm.” She nodded, spreading her arms wide. “This good.”

“Ohh, wow. That’s very good.” He kissed her nose, earning a shy little giggle. “Almost good enough for, say...a present?”

“Present.” She confirmed, eyes widening. It was his favorite thing about his littlest girl. She had dark blue hair just like you used to, but there was no mistaking her father’s eyes. 

They lit up with joy when he revealed a small package just for her, which jingled happily when she started to tear the paper away.

Sure enough, there was a small stuffed bunny in her hands, that looked up at her with handsome button eyes.

“You like it?” He asked as he bounced her gently, earning a vigorous nod and a happy blush on her rosy cheeks. Absolutely made the week away from his family worth it.

“Thank you, Papa.”

“You’re welcome. Just make sure you keep it a secret for now, okay? The others will get their presents soon, but for now, you’re the only one. It’s between us.” He said with a wink. She snuggled into her new bunny, but nodded all the same.

“Secret.” She whispered. Goddess, he was blessed.

He carried her up to the monastery, letting her hold the horse’s reins and “guide” the beast along with them. It didn’t take long for you to appear, though, coming down the steps of the main building and smiling at the sight of your husband.

“I take it the talks went well?” You said, spotting the toy in your daughter’s hands. He smirked, handing the horse to one of the stable hands and setting his girl down on the ground.

“As always. It’s not hard to get things done when you’re the Archbishop’s closest advisor.”

“I’m sure the ring on your finger had something to do with it, too.” You added, welcoming his arms around your waist with a smile and a kiss. “...Welcome home.”

“Good to be home.” He murmured against you, kissing you once more. “I hope the kids weren’t too rough on you, this time. Seteth looked like he was about to rake them over the coals when they were running back.”

“They were a little more excited than usual, though that might be my fault.” You explained, breaking apart long enough to take his hand in yours, and your daughter’s in the other. “There’s something I told them that...I need to tell you.”

“Oh?”

“Mama secret.” The toddler chimed in, looking at her jingling bunny. “No tell Papa.”

“Mama secret?” He echoed, eyebrows raised. He looked at you for an explanation, but you just shrugged, giving his hand a little squeeze.

“You’ll find out soon enough.” You assured him, “Let’s get you settled into something more comfortable.”

“Please and thank you.” He grinned, “Hey sweetheart, why don’t you go and play with Flayn? I think she’s looking for you.”

“Okay.”

She scampered off as quick as her legs could carry her (not very), both her parents proudly watching her go off on her next adventure, jingling the entire way.

“I don’t think we could ever top that, honestly.”

“Hmm?”

“I love all my children equally, and you know this. But Goddess, we were unbelievably blessed with the cutest human being on the face of the earth. Probably of all time.”

“You’re just saying that because she’s the baby, and she has different hair from your ginger brood.”

“You have to admit it gives her an advantage. She’s going to have all the boys after her.”

“That’s what her brothers and sister are for.”

“The twins are gonna be all over that.” He agreed, escorting you up to the bedroom. “Though I’ve gotta admit, I’m impressed you can still keep secrets from me, even with all my little informants.”

“I know you think you’re the favorite parent, but...there’s a reason we have Mama secrets.” 

“Care to tell me what it is?”

“Not yet. But I will admit, it’s not going to be as easy for a little while.”

“Why’s that?�� 

“Well,” You released his hand, undoing the latch and letting yourself into the bedroom. You paused in the doorway, peeking back at him, “There’s going to be another informant that has to keep the secrets, too.”

“Oh, I see.” He nodded, it made sense. Then he gasped.

And choked on air.

And proceeded to tumble into the bedroom behind you. 

“W-wait, another informant-!?”

Your reunion home proceeded to wash away all of Sylvain’s exhaustion with your special little announcement, as if he couldn’t be over the moon enough with the big, beautiful family he already had. 

There was no reason for him to be as fast paced and stressed out as he used to be; he was allowed to slow down.

After all, he easily had the greatest family in the world. And it was about to get a little bit bigger (and a little more ginger).

[sylvanfreckles]

No. 23: At the End of Her Rope

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses Rating: G Warnings: none Summary: A letter from a relative has Ingrid spiraling into despair and uncertainty about her lot in life. At least she has good friends to lean on in times like this. (Read on AO3)

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The shaft of the practice lance shattered, and Ingrid tossed it aside in frustration before slumping back against the wall of the training yard and sliding down to sit on the ground. She drew her knees up to her chest and buried her face in them as she fought the tears that had been threatening to spill over for hours now. The letter crinkled in her pocket, bringing a fresh wave of anger and humiliation. This was all too much. They couldn’t really expect this of her, could they?

Someone nudged her boot, and she peered up only to frown at the sight of her red-haired classmate. “Oh. It’s you.”

Sylvain, to his credit, didn’t immediately launch into the sort of sardonic retort that would have her wanting to sweep his legs out from under him. Instead, he crouched down to be on eye level with her. “You missed dinner.”

Ingrid snorted. Which wasn’t ladylike, but she didn’t really care at the moment. “I wasn’t hungry.”

His frown deepened. Sylvain scooted over to sit next to her, and it was somehow easier to accept his company that way. “What happened?”

Tears filled her eyes, but Ingrid furiously dashed them back. She didn’t have anything to cry about, really. She could sort this out on her own, and life could get back to normal.

“Is it from your father?”

The letter. Of course he knew about the letter. They’d all been together in the dining hall when mail was passed around. She shrugged. “He has another marriage proposal for me to consider.”

Sylvain bumped her shoulder. “That doesn’t usually get you so down, though.”

Ingrid sniffed. “Lord Estes is past forty, with an estate to the far south of Faergus.”

“I see.” Sylvain didn’t reply for a moment, and she finally leaned against him, seeking some comfort from her old friend. “Well, an age difference doesn’t always lead to disaster,” he began delicately.

“I know. But he’s old enough to be my father.”

“Is that what’s upsetting you?” Sylvain wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “I’ve seen you turn down other offers with less of a reason.”

She shook her head. Her cheeks flare with humiliation, and she stared at the stone beneath their feet when she answered. “He annulled his two previous marriages because his wives only provided him with daughters. He wants a son to inherit his lands and title.”

Sylvain whistled. “I can’t believe your father would entertain his suite. What’s gotten into him?”

“It wasn’t my father.” Ingrid tugged the crumpled letter out of her pocket and held it out to Sylvain. “His aunt.”

He took the letter and smoothed it out on his knee to read. Ingrid hid her face again, knowing what he would see.

…if you can’t do your duty as a daughter of House Galatea and accept a suitable alliance, I shall have your father pull you from that useless academy…

…his other wives could only provide him with daughters, but as you are a girl of sturdy build and high temperament you should have no such trouble…

…Lord Estes is a friend to the crown and to House Galatea, and to be wed to him is an honor many a court bratling would not turn her nose against…

…not entertain these delusions of knighthood any longer. You are a daughter of House Galatea, and you will do as you’re told…

Sylvain whistled again. “What a dreadful old woman.”

Ingrid let out a teary laugh. “I’m sure my father will take my side in this; he’s been more than patient with my indecision here. But I worry…is this what the rest of my family thinks?”

He snorted and balled the letter up in his fist. “In my experience, people like this are among the minority. I’d bet your aunt is the only one thinking this way, and if you sent this letter to your father, he’d have a few choice words to say to her.”

She wiped her eyes with the heel of her hand. “Really?”

“Yep. So, is this letter what has you so worried?”

Ingrid rested her chin against her knees. “Father’s putting more pressure on me to choose a suitor. He’s agreed to let me finish at the academy, but he’s made it clear that I’m expected to do my duty as his daughter and not pursue knighthood.”

“Well, that’s easy to fix.”

She elbowed him in the side. “Be serious.”

“I am!”

“All right. How.”

“Marry Ashe.”

Ingrid let out an unladylike snort of laughter and shoved Sylvain away. “What are you talking about?”

“He’s Lord Lonato’s adopted son, right? So, he’ll inherit the lands and probably the title. And I’ve seen the two of you in the library, heads together, poring over all those old chivalrous tales. Do you really think he’d say no if his wife wanted to be a knight?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Ingrid shook her head and settled back against the wall. She didn’t think her father would approve of a match with Ashe, not even as Lonato’s adopted son. Then again, Ashe’s genuine integrity might just be enough to sway her father…not that she would ever attempt it.

“Well, how about Felix?”

She stared at him in mounting horror. “Me and Felix?”

“Sure. You know your father wouldn’t disapprove of House Fraldarius.”

“But…Felix?”

“Why not? He handsome, intelligent, charming…”

She nudged him with her shoulder again. “Then why don’t you marry him?”

Sylvain let out a mournful sigh. “Because he keeps rejecting me. My heart is truly broken now, and I must seek more tender companionship to be a salve to my wounds.”

Ingrid rolled her eyes. “And what about you, hmm? Would my father accept you?”

He shot her a wounded look and placed a hand on his chest. “We just established my heart belongs to Felix, Ingrid. It’s cruel of you to suggest such a thing.”

“Of course.” She let out a sigh and stretched her legs out in front of her.

“Feeling better?”

“A little,” Ingrid nodded. Somehow, Sylvain had eased her fears and lightened her spirits. “Thank you.”

“Any time,” Sylvain answered, pushing himself up to his feet. “Now, we should probably get you something to eat,” he added, holding a hand out to help her up.

She took it and he pulled her to her feet. “Sounds good to me.”

“Oh, I’ve got it!” he grinned. “You can marry Dimitri! Your aunt couldn’t do anything if you were the queen!”

Ingrid thumped him in the sternum. “You’re incorrigible.”

“And you’re stronger than you look,” Sylvain whined. He rubbed his chest with a wounded expression, but soon switched to his dazzling smile as he held his arm out to her. “Shall we check the mess hall?”

She looped her arm through his. “That’s the best idea you’ve had all night.”

[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?”

[viv-url]

hi!! i really love your art, and really like seeing your claude/sylvain fanart ^^ would you happen to have any fic reccs for them?

thank you!!! and oh howdy thank you for asking because BOY DO I HAVE SOME RECS FOR YOU !!! and for everyone else here too (I'm making this everyone's problem)

Heretical by howlish (post azure moon) - this is the bible, the gateway drug to claudevain. an actual novel of slowburn romance, political drama, attempted assassinations, heists, and more. the way this writer understands Sylvain and Claude, both individually and together, is so real and thoughtful and perfect.

all this riot of light by asael (post crimson flower) - this one is melancholic but bittersweet in its nostalgia. Claude and Sylvain find themselves bereft in the aftermath of the war, but their unexpected reunion is light and hopeful.

fox trap by omobot (white clouds) - cute and sweet! Sylvain gets turned into a fox and then runs into Claude?! Ohhh the absolute fluff in this... my heart melts.

Salt, Stone, and Secrets by timehopper (mermaid AU) - Claude finds a new face in Derdriu, mysterious yet alluring... I love the world this writer sets for this AU, it feels like a dreamy and romantic fairytale.

The Tent by retikrit (verdant wind) - I can only give you this summary: "Claude discovers that people are having a lot of sex." There is so much pining and fleeting touches here. the banter, the tension ... I adore their interactions, the inner turmoil Claude goes through in trying to understand how he feels about Sylvain. It's a little horny, a tiny bit angsty, and very endearing.

and a super special mention to Ruined Sky, Fallen Star: Claudevain Anthology which is coming out soon! this zine is made up of an all-star team of talented artists and writers, plus I drew a postcard with a naked Sylvain. Here's a preview:

please enjoy, make sure to comment and kudos if you liked any of the fics, and please spread the good word of our lord and saviour claudevain

[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

[omgkalyppso]

writing patterns tag game

Rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

Tagged by @dustdeepsea . Thank you for thinking of me! How did you format your list so well? ghfdfghdfg Mine looks all squished

Upon The Hill (Wyll & Gale, Wyll & OC, bg3, one-shot, fluff, rated T) Wyll had spent the past week going through his father’s bookshelves.

A Hopeless Dove (Zevlor/Raphael, bg3, one-shot, adventure & romance, rated M) The cliffs in Rivington smelled of civilization.

Passion In A Glass House (Ferdinand/Sylvain/Lorenz, fe3h, one-shot, fluff, rated T) Aegir was beautiful in the summer.

Shared Ink And Interests (Ferdinand & Sylvain & Lorenz, fe3h, one-shot, modern au, fluff, rated T) Lorenz’s home was bright as it was full.

Hidden Talent Brawling (Constance & Hapi, Constance & Balthus, fe3h, one-shot, fluff, rated T) Constance saw magic in everything.

Bad At Biting (Astarion/Étoile (Tav), bg3, part 6 of series, vampire bites, rated M) Astarion sat up upon his bedroll, tracing bruises up and down his arms with fascinated fingers.

Stargazing (Astarion/Étoile (Tav), bg3, part 5 of series, fluff, rated M) Astarion had centuries of experience with well-meaning idiots and adventurers who believed they had done or could do some good in the world if only they were challenged, or recognized, or lucky.

Fragile As Stone (Rodrigue/Eugénie (rodwife oc), fe3h, part 2 of series, hurt/comfort, rated M) The glow of faith magic had long since faded from his hands, and yet still Rodrigue held Eugénie in the quiet of their bedroom.

The Blue Hour (Frederick/Stahl/Cordelia, fe:a, one-shot, fluff, rated T) Marriage had done little to keep Stahl from sleeping alone.

The Horror of Honor (Rodrigue & Glenn, fe3h, one-shot, poetry, grief/mourning, rated T) The honor of the north is blue as morning

I can never decide between American and British spelling. Oh well. Lots of little sentences as my openers...

I'll tag @the-eldritch-it-gay, @umbralstars, @sevarix-blogs, @recurringwriter, @lemonbronze, @razrogue, @lucius-the-sinful, @bladesandstars, @klkirbles, @ghostwise, @allycryz and YOU.

And while there's also some sentences of context in that last fic, The Horror of Honor, I'm going to post that whole poem again below the cut:

The honor of the north is blue as morning As fickle as the sea Spring comes, spring comes, spring comes And still the frozen earth won’t accept the seed

The horror of the north is blue as mourning As chilling as can be Harvest, harvest, harvest now And at the frozen hearth we’ll feed