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sheikahwarriork · 7 months

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prompt for childhood enemies dimileth!!!

When Byleth was 6 years old, and Jeralt left her in the care of an inkeeper while he was doing merc jobs, a traveling caravan of rich people arrived to the inn, and she heard an ugly rich bowlcut blonde baby say his dad was the strongest and could beat anybody's dad and she choose violence.

Someone had to put the bowlcut in his place and make him understand Jeralt was the strongest.

Dimitri didn't want to fight back for his crest until Byleth called him a wussy... which is a word the mercs used around her and she didn't know what it meant.

(she fondly recalls this story as the first time she won a fight)

(dimitri still has bite scars from the incident and was very scared of girls for a long time)

(gustave was worried sick a commoner kid got the crown prince rabbies)

(they haven't connected the dots)

(This is the same anon who hates Dimitri's hair)

(hello dear dimitri's hair hater anon, i loved this prompt a lot! i changed some little points in the narration, but the main plotis the one you wrote. i really hope you'll like this :3)

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Byleth was extremely bored. Jeralt— no, he said to call him dad— Dad went to do some cool mercenary stuff he said were 'too dangerous' for Byleth to attend. How silly! She was perfectly capable of taking care of enemies. She had the best teacher in the world, after all; the Blade Breaker’s abilities were well known along all Fodlan.

Of course, she was still only six, while her father was… How many years old was Jeralt again? She realised she didn’t know exactly. Probably the same age all dads were. Like three-hundred years old or something like that.

Byleth frowned. Did she need to wait three-hundred years to become as powerful as Jeralt? No, it was too far away from now! The little girl stood up. She needed to go training now.

She went out the little inn where Jeralt— Dad left her some days ago, heading for that nice spot she found out the day before to train with her new super powerful sword. (Well, wood sword. After the last time Byleth tried to train by herself, she almost chopped her own leg, so Jeralt took precautions by giving her a weapon that 'woudn’t hurt his precious little girl'. How melodramatic! But he chose it precisely for her. It was special. She wasn’t gonna break it!)

Her wandering gaze stopped when she noticed some people a few meters from her. She frowned. A tall guy with dark hair and a younger blonde boy with an ugly bowlcut were talking under a tree, the very tree of her perfect nice training spot.

She frowned again. As people said, Byleth wasn’t… the best at social interactions. She didn’t like talking to people, especially strangers. And she hated when she had to. Like this moment. She needed those two to get out of her new special training spot. She needed to train! To become more powerful! Like, right now!

The urge to train was bigger than her despise for talking to strangers, so she got closer to the tree, holding hard her sword. Byleth repeated in her mind Jeralt— Dad’s lessons about how ‘not to be too scary with other people’. She had to act nice.

“Hi. Get out of my training spot”.

A greeting! Super nice. ‘Good job, me’, she thought, pleased with herself.

The taller boy looked at her with surprise, but his expression quickly changed in a smile. “Hello, you fellow warrior”, he said in a condescending tone, winking.

Ugh. That was one of the thing Byleth hated the most: grown-ups treating her like she was just a little child!

“Get out, I said! I need to train”, she said, pointing at her sword.

Bowlcut boy frowned. “But you’re too young to train by your own!”

“What?!” Byleth exclaimed to him, annoyed.

“Yes! My dad says children shouldn’t fight until they grow up. And you look almost my age! So, you can’t train”, Bowlcut boy explained, nodding.

Byleth crossed her arms. “It doesn’t make sense! My dad helps me train since I was… younger than you!”

Bowlcut boy looked troubled. “Why does you dad train you?”

“Because I want to become strong, and he’s the strongest mercenary of all Fodlan!”, Byleth said with a hint of pride.

Now Bowlcut boy looked annoyed. “That’s not true! My dad is the strongest one! Glenn, tell her!” he added, looking at the taller annoying guy.

Tall-annoying guy was watching at them holding a hand over his mouth as if he wanted to hide it, slightly shaking. Then he proceeded to burst into laughter, hitting the ground with his fist, without saying a thing.

Byleth frowned. What a weird guy.

Bowlcut boy frowned too, but apparently he decided to let the matter drop, as he looked at Byleth again. “My dad is stronger! He has big muscles, and he’s the only one that can use a super uper big powerful spear!” Then he looked down at Tall-annoying guy, who was still on the floor. “Glenn! Tell her!”

The guy tried to stop laughing, but miserably failed. “So… sorry, Dimitri… you’ll have to… deal with her yourself… PUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Byleth crossed her arms; then, she got an idea. “Let’s settle this with a fight. However wins, has the strongest dad!”

Bowlcut boy’s eyes widened. “N… no! I can’t! I’ll hurt you!”

Byleth was really annoyed now: how dared that little brat imply he could beat her?!

She lifted her sword, pointing at Bowlcut boy. “Prepare yourself!”

“Oh, fuck!” Tall-annoying guy stopped laughing and stood up between them. “Ok, party’s over. Let’s try to get along, shall we?”

Bowlcut boy sighed in relief. Byleth sticked her tongue out, looking at him. “Your dad’s just a… wussy!”

Byleth really liked the word ‘wussy’. The way it sounded was funny. She didn’t exactly know the meaning, but Jeralt’s mercenaries often used it when someone was arguing (usually when drinking that weird ‘grown-ups fruit juice’) with some other of the band, getting the latter very angry. And Byleth wanted to make Bowlcut boy angry.

And she succeded! Bowlcut boy’s eyes widened, and he proceeded to run towards her. Byleth was ready, and promptly dodged the boy. She grabbed his arm, and sinked her teeth in it.

The boy screamed in pain until Tall-annoying boy managed to pull him away. “Shit shit shit! What the hell is wrong with you two?!” he said in a high-pitched tone. Bowlcut boy started crying.

‘Pathetic’, Byleth thought.

“Okay, little girl, we’re leaving, but promise me you’ll stay away from Dimitri!” Tall-annoying guy said, while taking Bowlcut boy in his arms. “We’re leaving soon anyway, so forget about this and do not tell anyone!” he added, going inside the inn, without waiting for Byleth to respond. “Shit! I did tell Gustave I’m not a good babysitter…” she heard him muttering, while Bowlcut boy was still crying.

She looked at the now closed door for a few seconds more, then turned around. “Okay. Melee training for day: done. I should practice with my sword now…”

“You did what?!” Jeralt—Dad screamed in shock.

Byleth crossed her arms. “I bit him, I told you! He was saying some crap about you!”

Dad looked at her in disbelief, and then bursted into laughter.

‘Why is everyone laughing at me today?!’

“You… you bit him… you bit the… freaking… AHAHAHAHAHA!” Dad was laughing so hard he didn’t finish the phrase.

Byleth shrugged, deciding to let him be. ‘It’s not like I’m gonna ever see Bowlcut boy again…’

15 years later

Byleth didn’t know if she was getting better at reading people, or if Jeralt was acting strange more than usual. Since she told him she chose to lead the Blue Lion House, her father started to make a soft giggle everytime she mentioned the house-leader, Dimitri. It was getting annoying.

“Are you going to tell me why do you make that sound everytime I mention Dimitri, dad?!” she finally said one afternoon, while her and Jeralt were having tea in her room.

Jeralt smiled. “Ah! Never. But maybe, you’ll have your answer if you’ll ever see his arm… Summer is starting, after all…”

#didnt put gustave bc In This House We Hate Gustave/Gilbert #glenn is like 12 here i think? but already a Faerghus KnightTM #so when he saw this little weird girl threatening him and The Prince Of Faerghus With The Crest Of Blayddid he starts laughing #but not in a mean way #hes like 'omg shes soooo cute lmao'#also jeralt loses his shit bc his daughter freaking bit the freaking prince of faerghus after calling the freaking king a PUSSY. (*wussy.)#they need to leave like NOW but he has a bit of time to laugh #i had so much fun thank you anon <3<3<3<3 #anon ask #anon prompt #dimileth #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #byleth eisner #jeralt eisner #fe3h #fanfic by op #can i put these fics from anon ask on ao3 too? lmao #yuzu writes #yuzu speaks

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itsmoonpeaches · 1 year

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Title: All the King's Horses

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial, a short fanfic written for Fire Emblem: Three Houses.

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Word count: 1,000

Rating: G

Summary: Years after the fall of the Blaiddyd line, Fódlan lives on.

Also available on ao3.

There was a sword and a lance in the forest of forgotten dreams, their blades encased in magical stone. They were trapped there for all eternity it would seem, doomed to see the light of eras fade away like supernovas sparking out of existence in the night sky.

Who placed them there and magicked the stones so that none but someone worthy could wield them, no one knew. The knowledge was lost to time and tale, a distant memory once clear and now long gone.

The weapons had magnificent, strange names which were passed down. Their meanings were now lost to them. The Sword of the Creator was one and the other the Areadbhar lance.

That was the story the villagers told, the ones that lived around the mouth of the forest.

“If you go further, dear child,” an old woman named Renee would say to her grandchild, “you can walk along the light-speckled path. The roots grow in twists and odd knots that straddle the sides of the well-trodden earth as if beckoning to you and clearing the way. You can feel the difference in the air. I have felt it too.”

“But grandmother,” her grandchild would reply. Renee would pat down her blond locks and nod approvingly as she gazed into her azure eyes.

“No buts. Simply listen to me.”

“Is it white magic?”

“Oh, dear child,” cooed Renee, “We can only speculate. My mother used to say that generations ago we once had strong magic in our family, but that time is no more. Perhaps you should speak to the healer down the road. I am sure Betryse will be most helpful to you in finding your answers.”

And so, the little girl decided to go see Betryse. She was a young, curious girl with a bright personality and a benevolent heart. She had been told that one day perhaps that would get her far in life.

She knocked softly upon the door to the healer’s home.

“Miss Betryse?” she spoke through the woodgrain.

The door swung open to reveal a startling woman. Her eyes and hair were a brilliant, ethereal green. Not quite like an emerald and not quite like the green of a tree’s leaves. Jade perhaps, or some other precious stone. There was a glow behind the color that the girl could not name, a mysterious one. But Miss Betryse had always been like that.

She was welcomed in with a slight smile. Miss Betryse was not one to express much emotion, but the whole village knew her to be rather kind.

When the girl explained her thoughts and curiosity, the conversation began as if a question about white magic in an otherworldly forest was natural indeed.

Miss Betryse set a tray on the table between them, biscuits and honeyed cookies balancing upon it. She poured them cups of freshly brewed chamomile tea. The steam still coiled above the porcelain in neat curlicues as they sipped.

“Of course, it’s white magic,” said Miss Betryse. “Black magic does not seal in this manner and dark magic would not dare.”

“But why?” asked the girl. She leaned forward and took a biscuit.

Miss Betryse glanced behind her at a peculiar painting above the fireplace. It looked impossibly old and cracked like it should not have been around still. Like something held the pieces together by an invisible thread.

On it was the visage of a powerful-looking man whose blond hair was tied into a ponytail and a black eyepatch covering one of his eyes. A fur cloak rested on his shoulders, draped around a gambeson of midnight blue. He had striking eyes that reminded the girl of her own and a crown of gold atop his head. Beside him stood a woman whose face was obscured by the curtain that hung from the frame. She could tell she held herself with grace just from the strokes the painter had depicted her with. Her white gown flowed, and her silver wedding band seemed to glint even without the help of a real sun. Her hand rested upon the man’s.

“Once in this land of Fódlan we had a king who united us all after a war,” said Miss Betryse. “He and his queen had a long and prosperous reign that led to peace for hundreds of years.”

“What happened to them?”

Miss Betryse sighed and put down her cup of tea. “All kingdoms eventually fall,” she replied. “The people forgot the king’s legacy and his descendants too did not know the meaning of peace. So, in an act of desperation, the mages of Old Fhirdiad sealed away the king and queen’s legendary weapons in hopes that—when the time comes—the people will remember again.”

The girl sat straight in her seat, her lip trembling. “Will we?”

Miss Betryse smiled. “The fact that you ask this question tells me all that I need to know,” she said. She tapped her chin. “It seems that your grandmother, Renee Blaiddyd, still remembers your family’s past.”

The girl blinked. She was unsure what that meant.

“One day you will see,” continued Miss Betryse. “Our world is a cycle and one day they will be needed again. All the king’s horses will appear on the crest of a hill, and all the king’s men will come.”

Years passed and the girl grew up. She told the story to her children and her children told it to theirs.

The healer watched from her home as her neighbors changed. She did not speak to many of them for a long while, preferring to stick to the sidelines.

Then, in the north where the Sreng Empire inched closer to their borders, war brewed.

She walked through the forest and grasped at the hilt of the Sword of the Creator. Across from her, a man she found familiar held onto Areadbhar’s shaft.

“Beloved,” said the man. “It has been too long.”

The blades slid free from the stone. The eyes of the forest saw all.

#flash fiction friday #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #byleth #fe3h #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fe16 #byleth eisner #dimitri #fff204 #all the king's horses #itsmoonpeaches fanfic

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red1sart · 1 year

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wow guys so glad merric finally got a new alt on the khadein banner hahaha… right

bonus

#red’s art #fire emblem #fire emblem heroes #feh #merric fire emblem #byleth eisner #i don’t even play this game anymore but holy shit. what the hell was that banner #no merric???#anyways byleth king im so sorry they did that to u… good lord #u know what it’s ok he’s like mob he just wears whatever it’s alright :)#merric found dead in askr after trying to stop linde from wearing that outfit by feh more at 6… RIP #sorry for fe posting again i just couldn’t BELIEVE the merric disrespect #IF INTSYS WONT MAKE ANOTHER MERRIC ALT I WILL merricheads this is for u #if the read more section looks janky. i tried tumblr WONT WORK WITH ME please send help.

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usaigi · 2 months

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Planning on writing my own dimitri x byleth story but don't have any ideas. got any?

If you play FE Heroes, maybe something inspired by the Heroes Journey mod??

Dimileth making a snowman or Dimileth find an egg :3c Them going to the beach and Dima getting super sunburnt and Bylie needing to rub aloe on his back

#we should play with the heroes universe more i think #like reg professor bylie not at all interested in noodle boy until she gets teleported and meets older king dima and shes just like *-*#dimitri on a team with chrom ike marth and him thinking he doesnt fit in :(#byleth comforting him #ask #dimileth #anon #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #byleth eisner #fe3h #fire emblem three houses

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pitty-aegis-parlor · 6 months

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I think once you get involved with the multiverse, you learn to expect the unexpected, Mercedes.

Perhaps, but it’s still very worrying to think about…

Well, you aren’t alone on this Mercedes. You have me and the rest of the Blue Lions to support you.

Haha, that is true Byleth. Thank you.

THATS DEDERIGHT!

Like right now? What is your name… strange….. bird?

I’m da king of Dreamland, King Dedede! You must be that Mercedes fella, correct?

Oh yes, I am. And I see Kirby’s looking a little different today, being blue and wearing that mask and all. It’s a nice costume.

*Both Byleth and Dedede quietly snicker, as “Kirby” stares at Mercedes with indifferent stoicism*

My name is Meta Knight.

Oh dear, my apologies.

#ask pitty parlor #super smash ultimate #super smash bros #mercedes von martritz #byleth eisner #female byleth #king dedede #meta knight

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fellstcr · 1 year

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⚔️ // “.....a winter wedding...?”

“truly , we live in an age of anarchy.”

#(SUN I STG DO NOT GET THOSE RINGS YOUU SILLY BOY)#(LET MONKEY KING AND BYLETH EISNER SIT U DOWN AND TELL U NOT TO DO THAT)#(STOP GETTING MARRIED W/O KNOWING WHAT MARRIAGE IS)#⚔️ ic. / crest of flames.#⚔️ dash comm. / building supports.#⚔️ crack. / my battle ends heeere!

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sharyrazade · 2 years

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Three Hopes first impressions (I know it’s late)

- You know, this is actually pretty fun. They definitely recognized the first Warriors’ entry’s weaknesses and built on them. I can’t believe they only now put in a guard button/command, holy shit.

- Ashen Demon, huh? I get that was their (seldom-used) title to begin with, but they were really going all in with the Lloyd-Emil thing, weren’t they? Only that Byleth is really Ludger-like to begin with.

- Late-00s emo throwback look notwithstanding, Severus Jorah Hubert is as...off-putting as ever. Still gotta give him credit for having his this-is-a-real bad-idea moments, his canon, barely-concealed thirst aside.

- Leopold von Bergliez? Waldemar von Hevring? Gregoire von Varley? Aw, crap, they have actual names. I mean, I was gonna proofread the stuff I wrote anyway and it’s not THAT much all things considered. I was pretty dead on with their respective demeanors though.

- Holy shit, he actually is the King in the North now.

- They know what they’re doing, I promise you, just like when they gave Christmas!Felix a bow in Heroes. And you can see why I was real tempted to make him an archer/sniper. I don’t even write Felix as being THAT racist either...

- Wait a second, braids...? And again! IntSys and Koei Temco just brutally murdering any hint of subtlety. And anyone wonders why I always make her a wyvern class?

#sharyrazade plays #fire emblem warriors three hopes #fire emblem warriors 3 hopes #vaguely shitposty?#an emblem of ice and fire #anime daenerys targaryen #the king in the north #AAAAAAALLLLVIIIIIINNNNNNN #ludger will kresnik #emil castagnier #lloyd irving #byleth eisner #hubert von vestra #severus snape #jorah mormont #felix hugo fraldarius #shinon (fire emblem)

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kplays · 4 months

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And here comes incentive

Alright. Let's go

#ash feh #ash fire emblem #elm fire emblem #elm feh #anankos fe #anankos #risen king chrom #chrom fire emblem #chrom fe #byleth eisner #byleth fire emblem #female byleth #forging bonds #kplays #fire emblem heroes

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dpsisquared · 8 months

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In "No one writes to the king", are their kids aware of their dad's gaslighting and yandere tendencies or do they think their parents are normal???

They think their parents are the perfect picture of true love! After so many years, his yandere is kinda on autopilot because all their old friends have given up on trying to get close to Byleth, and now her entire world is Dimitri and the kids so she never meets new people. She has become completely dependent on Dimitri for all her emotional needs so the thought of being apart is genuinely upsetting to her. That makes it pretty easy to control all her interactions and opinions. So all the kids have ever seen is the desperately in love spouses who spend all their time together and doting on the kids. The contrast between how loving a relationship can look from the outside to how unhealthy it is behind closed doors is definitely something I wanted to portray.

This is why he wants to have more children when theirs start growing up and going out on their own. When it's just the two of them, his insecurities can't help but resurface and he feels like needs something to keep her with him.

#fe3h #dimileth #byleth eisner #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #no one writes to the king #asks

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megacharlie2003 · 1 year

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Tfw when you're THAT late to Valentines Day.

This drawing's sketch was done on the 14th of February but then I got really sick, then I had some family business to attend and then homework.

#valentine #byleth eisner #byleth #byleth fire emblem #fe3h byleth #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #lucyna kushinada #cyberpunk #edgerunners lucy #king of fighters #art of fighting #art of fighting king #kof #kof angel

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sheikahwarriork · 7 months

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Post war unplanned pregnancy dimileth in which Byleth had to leave because Dimitri lowkey ghosted her after a one night stand because he felt unworthy of her love.

But she came back per Gustave's request because of a new kingdom crisis. When Dimitri met her again he fell all over again but he is heartbroken because he thinks she already got to do her life since she is now is a mother of three and his very slim chance is gone.

Reader, all the kids are his. They were triplets. That Blaiddyd (TM) genes were at it again.

Gustave: *requesting Byleth to help Dimitri once again to stabilize the kingdom while lamenting the king is still unmarried and the Blaiddyd line is done for*

Byleth, who has been raising by herself three small blonde menaces with major crests of blaiddyd:

Background: One of her 3 year olds plucking a wholeass tree with their crest, 10 times their size, because his momma loves flowers and the tree had a lot of flowers while Gustave speaks. And the others kids running to search bigger flower trees for her.

Dimitri found out they were his when one of them mistook Areadbhar for an ugly stick and tried to use it to search for earthworms for their mom's fishing and accidentally activated atrocity.

YAAAAAS i love dimi being a dumbass clueless of byleth's feelings

id like to think of this headcanon as post three hopes: byleth got recruited into the kingdom army, she and dimitri [REDACTED] and then she left while being pregnant after the war ended. both of them have feelings for each other but are unaware of the others'

gustave calls her back after a few years and dimitri is all sad and grumpy seeing his beloved the ashen demon got over their little one-night adventure (unlike him) so that she has a family of her own (even tho... wheres the father?? what kind of man could have left this beautiful woman all alone with three children????? children that are particulary cute..... with their blonde hair and green eyes........ dimitri cant stop thinking about his old fantasy of having a family with her and how much they look like his dreamed-children...... well what a funny coincidence!)

since its hopes, jeralt is still around but he doesnt know who the real father is. when he sees the king playing around with his grandchildren he goes <.< but says nothing. too much to deal with

one day, dimitri talks to byleth about his worries of not having a wife yet bc blayddid bloodline blabla...... byleth is like 👁_👁 while thinking about how well dimitri f*cked her all those years ago and his desk looks great for getting pregnant again...........

the little three menaces children go around the castle causing troubles but everybody already loves them. one day dedue tries to teach them to cook and when he saw one of the children eating leaf-spices [how are they called those like laurel?? lol] thinks "hm. already saw that but cant recall when or where"

and then your last scene dear anon. dimitri looks at that child with disbelief... ofc his first thought is "did the ashen demon meet someone else with the crest of blayddid?? who are they??? could it be...... RUFUS?!?!?!??!?!" bc hes dumb as fuck. dimitri is still looking at his child when byleth arrives and grabs the baby, lecturing them about taking someone else's things without permission, but smiles fondly when the child hands her the worms they found. dimitri is MESMERIZED by her smile and loses his composture. he drops by his knee and says, "miss eisner... i am aware you already have another significant other in your life since you two have children, but... i cannot bear the sight of you raising them alone. please let me take care of them, of you... please let me be their father and your husband"

byleth: 👁_👁 "you DUMBASS they are already YOURS. always have been"

dimitri: *brain stopped working* "oh! i... see..."

byleth: "the marriage thing can still be arranged. yk. since we're not married."

dimitri: *hes in paradise or what??* "you... youd like to marry me????"

byleth: *oh my sothis help me* *kisses dimitri* "pretty much so." and smiles again

they get married the next day and one month later byleth is pregnant again eheh. the blayddid bloodline requires a lot of heirs and they are both happy to indulge in it

#YOOOOO I HAD SO MUCH FUN THANK YOU ANON THANK YOUUUUU #dimileth #byleth eisner #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #fe3h #anon ask #few3h #sothis ships dimileth

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linilou-von-hevring · 6 months

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Flayn's Instruction

Read it here on ao3!

A grin spreads across Flayn’s lips as she watches the students file in. They seem tired; midterm season was particularly gruesome this year, leaving even Flayn exhausted to her core. But it’s a new day, and with a new day, it means she can share more stories with the teenagers that take their places, their tired eyes glancing between their professor sitting on her desk and their study material. She watches as the last of them file in, the bell ringing as the doors of other classrooms shut. It’s going to be an interesting period.

Flayn hops down from her desk, bringing her hands together and redirecting the attention on her. Phones are dropped to the bottom of bags and pencil cases; all eyes are on her. She’s ready to put on a show, a fun class that might cheer up the sleepy eyes before her.

“So today we’re going to be talking more about the Great Fódlan War! Who can tell me what it’s about, in broad terms?”

Glances are exchanged amongst the students before a few shy hands come up. Flayn is happy to call upon her students, encouraging them as they give her bits of the right answer.

“Correct! It’s when the Empire lead a rebellion against the Church of Seiros! Anything else?”

A few more bits of information are handed to her: Edelgard von Hresvelg was the leader of the Empire rebellion, the victors were the army lead by Claude von Riegan, the first ruler of Fódlan was Byleth Eisner. The answers come more confidently as Flayn shows her excitement for every raised hand; it’s how she likes to teach, reinforcing her students’ participation. And knowing that they show even the slightest of interest in her class, well, what more could she ask for?

“Alright, so now that we refreshed ourselves on the basic of this war, we’re going to talk a bit more about the victors of the war: King Claude and Quen Byleth. And while I could go on and on about how they gained the high grounds against Empress Edelgard and King Dimitri, I think you’re all a little too tired for that this morning.” A smile pulls at the corners of Flayn’s mouth as she pushes herself back up onto her desk. “Who wants to hear about the relationship that united Claude and Byleth instead? It won’t be on your exam, but it’s a great fun fact if ever you want to tell someone a nice little anecdote from the past.”

There’s little that brings Flayn as much joy as watching the eyes of her students turn to sparkles. She loves watching the heads go up before being put back down on the desks, attentive ears turned to her. What more can a professor ask for?

“In that case, how about I start with the betrothal?” Grins appear like the first spring daisies. “In that case, we go back a thousand years, back to 1187, a few months after the war has ended…”

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Byleth’s chest heaves as she watches the last of the enemies fall. It’s over. It’s finally over. Or at least, it’s over for now. For now, there will be a semblance of peace. For now, there is no one else that opposes Byleth’s reign. Which means…

Her smile grows as she watches the horizon. He’s right there. He’s so close. Byleth can almost feel him, his touch, his loving embrace. He’s right there, his wyvern flipping in the sky against the pinks and the purples and the oranges of the setting sun. He’s right there, so beautiful. He’s right there, finally back, just as he had promised.

Relief washes over Byleth as the shadow grows larger, the white wyvern making its way straight to her. She never thought she’d be this happy to see the giant beast, though saying her excitement was for it alone would be a lie. What truly has Byleth’s head reeling is the prospect of finally seeing him, the one who had promised to be back all those months ago. Claude, he’s finally back.

He’s gorgeous as he stumbles off of his mount. His smile, it reaches his eyes, something it didn’t use to do. And his eyes, so green, so beautiful, they crease at the corner from the happiness. And his lips, well… They find their way home in a kiss that Byleth is more than happy to return.

She never had envisioned their reunion to go like this. She had always thought he would walk back into the monastery one day, happy to announce that his work was done. It had always been a peaceful reunion in Byleth’s mind; it had never crossed her mind that it would come with more bloodshed. And yet, this feels perfect for them. The cuts and scrapes against her body still ache, and the blood that stains her skin feels crusty, but it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter because Claude is back. It doesn’t matter because Claude is here, kissing her under the sunset. Nothing matters; only Claude matters.

“Took you long enough.”

He smiles into yet another kiss, this one slower and more careful than the last three. This one, it tastes like love and victory. This one, it tastes exactly the way Byleth remembers their kisses to be. This one, it tastes the way every kiss from Claude should; it tastes like forever.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t become the king of Almyra any sooner. I’ll be faster next time it happens.”

A hand flies up to cover the snort that escapes Byleth. Her face falls against Claude’s chest as she openly laughs, something that has never happened before. And as Claude’s arms wrap around her, she feels safer than she ever has. Claude, how she missed his presence.

“Teach?”

Byleth hums, not bothering to lift her head away from Claude. She’s too comfortable there. He’s warm and safe; he’s finally home. And as his fingers cup her cheek, Byleth can’t help lean her weight into him. How is she supposed to leave the here and now? How is she supposed to risk losing him all over again? Though she knows this isn’t a dream, she can’t risk it. She can’t risk opening her eyes and watching him leave once more.

The kiss to her cheek is what it takes for Byleth’s eyes to flutter open. And they open to green; Claude isn’t gone, disappearing with the setting sun. He’s there, for real. He’s there, for her. He’s there, and by the sounds of it, all their friends are there too.

A content smile pulls at the corners of Byleth’s lips as she turns to the crowd that has started to form. First, it’s Hilda and her cheers. She screams louder than Byleth’s ever heard her scream as she jumps up and down. Then there’s Lorenz and his gasps. He seems surprised, but he soon eases himself into a content smile and a congratulatory nod. And then there’s Raphael and Leonie, both cheering, one shouting congratulations, the other screaming near obscenities. Not far off, there’s Lysithea, her mouth agape. She’s pointing at both Claude and Byleth, yet no words manage to leave her lips. And finally, there’s Marianne and Ignatz, both silently smiling at the pair. Everyone is there; the Golden Deer are finally back together.

“Claude! Why didn’t you tell me you and the professor were an item? I thought we were closer than that!”

Hilda grins as she dramatically leans against Lorenz, looking ready to faint. Of course, he catches her, though not without a bit of reticence. Lorenz, he’s never been good with Hilda’s antics. He’s always been too polite to play along with her. And yet, as the years go on, he seems to be more exasperated than uncomfortable with the girl. Perhaps that’s what happens when a group of people spend so much time with one another.

Claude grins at the rest of the group, but not without pressing another kiss to Byleth’s cheek. He wants to drive home that she’s his and that nothing can keep him away from her any longer. Or maybe he likes the attention, from Hilda’s squeals to Lysithea’s gags to Lorenz’s groans. Maybe he likes that everyone is back together, though this time in far less threatening circumstances.

“You’re so gross, Claude! Literally no one wants to see you doing,” Lysithea gestures in his and Byleth’s direction, “that. Like get a room or whatever.”

“I mean if—”

Byleth couldn’t help the smile that grows at the corners of her mouth as she smooths out her coat sleeve, which seemed to have magically smacked Claude in the face. And he laughs along; he always laughs along, but this time, his laughter is genuine. This time, Byleth knows he’s happy.

“Okay, okay, I guess I should make this official in front of everyone.”

Byleth’s head turns as Claude takes her hand in his. His smile, it’s soft, and it’s gentle. His eyes, they sparkle just as they did all those months ago, though this time, tears don’t well up at the corners of either of their eyes. This time, they’re not placed in a dire situation, one where even the happiest of outcomes left them in tears. This time, it’s real happiness.

She doesn’t resist as Claude turns her towards him. Byleth lets him take the lead on this; she needs a break from being the leader. And by the way he’s looking at her, she knows what comes next.

“Byleth Eisner, my Love who has already said yes to me all those months ago, my Love who has provided us with a new peaceful, happy world, will you do me the honor of being my queen and marrying me?”

Clapping and cheering echoes in Byleth’s ears as she pulls Claude in for a kiss. Of course she accepts; she’s already waited too long for his return. And as Claude lifts her from the ground, she can’t help but grin into the kiss. This, this is what true happiness feels like. It’s being surrounded by friends. It’s getting to live in a peaceful world. It’s being in the arms of the man she loves more than anyone else. This is happiness; Byleth is sure of it.

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Small smiles pull at the corners of Flayn’s students as she wraps up her story. It did them some good to have spent a class not taking notes, but just listening to a story of Flayn’s choosing. She knows better than to make every class a potential exam question, facts memorized and regurgitated. Sometimes, kids just need a moment to learn without the expectation of repeating the facts exactly as they have been told.

She watches as her students get up from their chairs, stretching a little before filing out of her classroom. And Flayn grins as a few students come to her, prodding her for more details. She happily fills them in, though not without keeping a few of the information to herself.

Where did she get that story? Where can they read it for themselves? Well, Flayn tells them she had come across it during her university days, back when she was a student who had travelled to the ancient capital of Derdriu. The exact source, she can’t recall, but she’ll be sure to tell them if she finds it somewhere.

Why was it she seemed so familiar with people who had lived a thousand years ago? Well, that’s simple. She’s spent so much time on the subject, they almost seem like friends to her. She’s read so much about them, seen so much art about the victors of the Great Fódlan War; she can’t help but talk about them as if she were acquainted with them.

Did Claude and Byleth have children? Did they get to live happily ever after? That, Flayn has no troubling answering. She has no problem smiling as she nods: they did have children of their own, and they did get to live a happy life together, though not without their disagreements. Claude and Byleth, they were both headstrong, though it is said that the King more often than not conceded to his wife out of pure love and devotion. The only thing she could never win against him was the way wyverns were trained, not that she had any intention of correcting him on his way of treating the beasts.

But for more stories about the King of Almyra and the Queen of Fódlan, they would have to wait for another class with Flayn. Until then, she ushered them to their next class, reminding them of their upcoming reading assignment. Until the next time Flayn could tell them stories about Claude and Byleth, or perhaps of their friends, her students would have to get through their other classes.

It wouldn’t be long before Flayn would tell another story of her friends, not that anyone had to know that she had been there, standing behind everyone as horror and beauty filled Fódlan, during its destruction and its rebirth.

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