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glowingbadger · 3 years

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Hey, strange ask, but that ask that compared Dimitri to a retriever inspired me to request either headcannons or a drabble of Dima magically being turned into a dog but his S/O doesn’t realize it’s him but he still follows them around and is super protective of them and hijinks ensues.

Y'know what, Friend Anon? This is fucking adorable.

This really ended up as more 'fluff' than 'hijinks' lol but I had fun with it, so there you are~

SFW - Gender Neutral Reader

What to make of this situation. Not only are you completely unable to track down Dimitri, but when you go to check his quarters, one of the monastery dogs has gotten into his room and is making an absolute scene. He's a lovely golden color, with blue eyes the likes of which you've never seen on a dog, and the moment you enter the room, he bounds up to you and circles around your feet until you're practically dizzy.

"Woah, hey there! How in the world did you get in here I wonder..." you mutter as you lower a hand to pat his head, "Have you seen Dimitri around, buddy? I can't seem to find him anywhere..."

Having only taken a moment to nudge his head into your touch, he rapidly becomes alert once more and begins an absolute fit of barking. At this rate, he'll disrupt the whole monastery.

"Hey, hey! No need for that, sshhhh, come on, everything's okay-" you try to soothe him, speaking softly as you kneel down to pat his head. He whines softly, but his tail is twitching back and forth just a little, so he must be at least a little comfortable with you. "Listen," you say, standing upright and straightening your clothes, "If you can behave, you can come with me while I look for Dimitri, okay?"

He barks once, and comes to stand directly beside you, almost throwing you off balance. You smile and scratch his ear for a moment, glad to have a companion on your quest.

And it quickly becomes evident that your companion took this quest very seriously indeed. On your way out of the dorms, you see a shock of red hair ahead, and wave down Sylvain to ask for any leads.

"Hey- I haven't been able to find Dimitri all day, have you seen him?"

"Hm? Not recently, sorry to say. Who's your friend?" he says with a smile at the dog beside you, "What a cutie! No comparison to you though, of course."

You slide past that last bit and say,

"Yeah, he was in Dimitri's room when I went to check for him, and he's just kind of... fond of me, I guess?"

"And who could blame him?" Sylvain says, smirking as he leans against the wall beside you, "Say, if you're still looking for Dimitri, why don't we go look for him together in town-"

He doesn't get to finish his suggestion- your canine ally is on him in a second. Up on his hind legs, he jumps against Sylvain, nearly winding him and sending him stumbling back a couple steps. The dog barks and snarls relentlessly, even as you do your best to calm him.

"Sorry, Sylvain! I- I think I should just keep going for now- thanks anyway!"

"Yup- yeah, no problem," he replies, doing his best to regain his easy smile, "Man, your new friend is a protective guy, huh. Take care of Y/N for me, alright?" he tells the dog as you two part.

It's not long before you run into Ingrid on her way out of the dining hall, an admittedly delicious looking meat skewer in hand. The dog trots ahead of you and barks to her- though not aggressively, so you figure she must have made a good impression on him somehow. Once again, you ask about Dimitri, and once again, you have no luck. Ingrid does slide a piece of beef off of the skewer in her hand and hold it out to the dog. He glances back at you. You nod, as if to tell him it's okay, and yet he looks hesitant. With some goading from both you and Ingrid, he very carefully takes the meat from her hand between his front teeth, then chews at it slowly.

"What a strange dog," Ingrid says with a furrowed brow, "I've never seen one so... reticent about food."

"Yeah, he's an odd one," you muse as he finishes his treat, "He's a good boy though, so it's nice having him along."

Maybe all he understood were the words "good boy," but regardless, his tail is now wagging so fast it seems to blur before your eyes.

You bid Ingrid farewell, and continue on your search.

By the time you think to check with Dedue, you've spent an embarrassingly large portion of your day aimlessly wandering and questioning guards and knights. Frankly, he should have been your first guess. Meanwhile, your canine friend has become a comfortable fixture in your day. You find yourself mindlessly chatting with him, and maybe it's just because he recognizes that you're speaking, but he tends to bark back in reply. But when you finally muse aloud that you ought to check in with Dedue, the dog circles you, letting out excited little yelps and barks.

"Okay, okay, I'm going!" you say with a laugh, and head towards the greenhouse side by side with your companion.

And yet, you're not expecting the darkened expression that crosses Dedue's face when you explain that you've lost Dimitri. Sure, you could understand a bit of concern- you're plenty concerned, and the longer this goes on, the more you worry that this could be a serious matter beyond a mere missed connection. But Dedue's voice and bearing are grave as he sets down a watering can and says,

"His highness had offered to help some of the magic students this morning. If anything has befallen him as a result of this..." he trails off, but the malice in his eyes is plain to see. Only the dog whimpering beside you breaks the uncomfortable silence that follows. He pads forward and nudges Dedue's hand with his snout. This small gesture seems to lighten his expression just the slightest bit- but it's something. Dedue sighs and looks to you again,

"I will help you search for him. You continue to look throughout the monastery grounds, and I will check likely classrooms and inquire among the mages. We will cover more ground this way."

You nod, but your canine friend seems agitated. Perhaps it's only Dedue's sullen mood- this does seem like a uniquely empathetic dog, after all. You pat his head gently and say,

"Well, let's try to think of anywhere we might've missed."

You say that, but reflecting on it, it's hard to imagine anywhere you haven't checked and re-checked. You'd done well to bolster your mood thus far, but the more time goes on, the more insidious anxiety starts to take root in your heart. Absently scratching at the dog's furry ears, you let out a sigh, which he seems to respond to by whining softly and nuzzling his face against you.

"I know, I'm sorry, I just... what if something's happened to him?" You say softly, barely more than a whisper.

You're merely wandering at this point, letting your feet aimlessly take you where they will. Eventually, you've found yourself at the training ground, and figure you may as well check here again. Unsurprisingly, Felix is here, among a small handful of other knights and soldiers. Careful to skirt around the edge of the grounds and not get in anyone's way, you approach him, and do your best to greet him cheerfully. Felix huffs and sheathes his sword, wiping sweat from his brow as he scrutinizes your expression.

"You look like a mess." he says, blunt as ever, though you know this is his way of expressing concern.

"Yeah, I- I can't find Dimitri anywhere- I feel like I've looked everywhere twice by now, and no one's seen him since morning, and-" you can't help rambling a bit, a hint of a crack in the back of your throat, "I just couldn't forgive myself if something happened to him- so..."

"I haven't seen him, if that's what you're getting at," Felix says with a hand on his hip. Then, he sighs at your crestfallen expression, "Cut it out, will you? You look ridiculous when you sulk like that. And if the Boar sees you like this, I'll have to watch him sulking too."

You manage an awkward half-smile,

"You're right- thanks, Felix."

You hear your name from across the plaza and turn to see Dedue with Annette in tow. As you turn to meet them, you could swear you hear Felix say something to the dog that trails a few feet behind you. While you're none the wiser, he mutters,

"If you're planning to hang around Y/N all day, you'd better look out for them, got it? They look more like a lost puppy than you do. That stupid Boar had better show up soon."

The dog gives a soft little whine, and gently nuzzles Felix's hand. With an exasperated sigh and a roll of his eyes, Felix in turn scratches at his neck, his expression softening just slightly.

Then, those golden ears perk up at your voice,

"Dimitri?!"

He turns and immediately bounds towards you, jumping up and licking at your face with his tail wagging at full speed. You laugh and ruffle his fuzzy head, then turn back to Annette and say,

"Well, he responds to it, so maybe you're right! But... you're sure the only thing we can do is wait for it to wear off?"

"I'm afraid so..." she replies, coming to stand beside you, "Say, Dimitri- if this is really you, could you please walk in a circle around me and then Dedue, then come back and stand in front of Y/N?"

He follows her request without question. Her instructions are far too complex to follow without extensive training, and with no gestures or encouragement to guide him, it seems almost certain that this dog is in fact your lovely Dimitri. You're eyes burn with the threat of tears, and it only now occurs to you how worried you'd been all day.

"Well, Dimitri, it seems we've had quite a day together," you say fondly, kneeling down to wrap your arms around him, "You make a really cute dog, but I think you'll be cuter when that magic wears off- so come back soon, okay?"

#dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #dimitri x reader #fire emblem #fire emblem imagines #fire emblem three houses #feh #fe3h #fire emblem x reader #x reader

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legendsoffodlan · 4 years

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Byleth Says Something Stupid

*This is based on my actual original theories on the game when I did my first playthrough*

“I’m pretty sure she’s my mother.”

Catherine looked up, feeling as though she’d been punched in the gut. She had been complaining to the Professor, trying to figure out why Lady Rhea favored them so much and they had just blurted out that sentence.

“I’m sorry, what?” asked Catherine.

Byleth shrugged. “I’ve got no evidence but it makes sense to me. My father was a Captain under her command, she couldn’t raise me because she was Archbishop, and dad faked our deaths so she wouldn’t have to choose. It would also explain why he didn’t want to come back so badly, it must be nothing but heartache for him.”

Catherine blinked. It was crazy. And yet... it made a twisted sort of sense. “Of course!” she exclaimed. “That’s why she gave a Professorship to some random twenty-something with no prior experience or even any knowledge of the Church! You’re her child!”

“Again, I have no proof.” said Byleth, but Catherine was already convinced.

“Damn, nepotism. Why didn’t I think of that before!.” Catherine chuckled and walked off, reassured that she had earned her place by Rhea’s side properly.

“Impossible!” cried Alois.

Catherine snorted. She, Shamir, and Alois were out for drinks and she had broken the news of her discovery. They had had... mixed reactions.

“Lady Rhea would never break her oaths like that! It’s blasphemy!” cried Alois.

Shamir rolled her eyes. “Oh come on Alois. Seiros herself got around, are we really gonna blame Lady Rhea for one little infidelity.”

Alois blanched and Catherine broke in. “Yup, all the stories agree. Seiros “blessed” men and women with her love. What’s that say to you? I’ve read a couple legends that called her “Guillotine-Hips Seiros.” True story”

Shamir groaned. “Those were fanfictions written by horny students, Catherine.”

Catherine waved her had dismissively. “Details.”

Alois slumped in his seat. “I can’t believe it. The Captain and Lady Rhea. And yet... it makes so much sense!”

Catherine nodded. “Yup, and now that I know Lady Rhea’s got a type, I gotta start growing a beard.”

Meanwhile, outside, Claude von Riegan listened with a dawning expression of relaization.

“Gods... it makes so much sense!”

Claude ended up telling the Deer, Lorenz ended up telling Ferdinand who told the Black Eagles, and from there the word spread to the Blue Lions. Soon all of Gareg Mach “knew” that Byleth was the child of Lady Rhea. Reactions were wildly mixed.

“AS IF THE PROFESSOR COULD BE ANY MORE UNATTAINABLE!” sobbed Edelgard and Dimitri to their respective retainers.

“And then Lady Rhea and Jeralt went to the Goddess Tower and-” wrote Annette in her fanfiction journal.

“Yeah, is this hair dye guaranteed to make my hair match the Archbishop’s?” asked Leonie of Anna.

“Welp, guess I’ve gotta kidnap Captain Jeralt and force him to confess his love to Lady Rhea.” sighed Cyril.

"BWHAHAHAHAHA!” laughed Solon and Thales.

“You realize you have no one to blame but yourself for this.” said Seteth as he poured another whiskey for Rhea.

“Oh I’m well aware of that Seteth.” growled Rhea. “The worst part is I can do nothing about it! If I publicly deny it the it will look like I’m just trying to spread a cover-up.

Seteth sighed. “They... uh... they aren’t, are they? Your child?” asked Seteth.

Rhea glared at him. “Of course not you blundering half-wit!” she roared at him. She quickly became sullen again. “They’re Sitri’s. I’m almost certain of it.”

“Ah.” said Seteth. “So... what shall we do?”

Rhea sighed. “I don’t know. All I do know is that Sitri will likely be waiting for me with a rusty carving knife in the afterlife when I finally buy the farm.”

Jeralt couldn’t have been more confused. He’d gotten back from his mission, only to be met with a mixture of pity, anger, and envy from everyone he met. That Sylvain kid had come up and begged him to “teach him his secrets”, and a sobbing Marianne had tried to shank him for “soiling her holiness’s honor”. What in the Hell’s was going on?!

“Captain.” said Hannerman as he passed him in the Halls. Oh thank the Goddess, finally someone sensible he could talk to.

“Hannerman, what’s going on? That Cyril kid just tried to catch me in a snare.” asked Jeralt.

Hannerman sighed. “Ah, yes, that. Well, he’s having an interesting reaction to finding out about your child.”

Jeralt frowned. “Byleth? What about them?”

“Well... the identity of their mother you see.” he said.

Jeralt felt his blood freeze in his veins. How?! How could they know Byleth was Sitri’s child!? He’d been so careful!

Hannerman continued to talk. “I just want you to know that no one here is going to judge you. We understand. Lady Rhea is a beautiful woman, and she is still as human as you or I, and of course-”

“Woah, woah, woah! What’s this about Rhea?!” cried Jeralt.

Hannerman frowned. “Why, that she’s dear Byleth’s mother of course.”

“BRRAAAATTTT!”

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pangtasias-atelier · 4 years

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A Berry Bad Trap

The last commission in the batch! This one for @pluusshie who absolutely deserves more followers cause her art is great!

This story is a bit different from the usual fare, involving blueberry TF. But, it was fun writing this and I hope y'all enjoy

Also, I hate this title adbsjnsns so I might change it if I can think of anything halfway decent

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Walking through an Agarthan base, Felix and Sylvain remain focused despite the building’s abandoned state. The area in varying states of disrepair, the entire base lacks any sign of prior occupancy. Located not too far from Fhirdiad, the former Blue Lions had figured on getting rid of the Agarthan’s closest base to Fhirdiad being the key to swiftly dismantling their chances of gaining political power. Though, Sylvain’s and Felix’s search shows the Agarthans own cunning, any sort of records purged or taken. In hopes of finding any sort of clue or stragglers, Dimitri, along with Dedue and Ashe, scours the perimeter of the base. The rest of the Blue Lions, Ingrid, backed up by Mercedes’ and Annette’s proficiency in magic, search the left side of the base.

Sylvain peaks his head around the corner. The room seemingly empty, he motions for Felix to follow him. All sorts of books are missing. Even the Agarthans’ technology is missing, all of their knowledge taken by them in their rush to leave. “Well what do we have here?” Sylvain gloats to himself under his breath. Though not too under his breath, Sylvain purposefully glancing at Felix after ensuring to be just loud enough to catch his ears.

A lone crystal catching Sylvain’s attention, the vivid blue item rests at the corner of the room, as if accidentally forgotten. “I wonder how much you could go for?” Sylvain opens his hands; he immediately heads towards the crystal, the rest of the room devoid of anything of note like all the other rooms.

“If you touch that, I swear,” Felix checks behind himself. The hallway devoid of anyone else, he keeps watch by the door. “Why care what the damn thing’s worth? It’s not like you’re hurting for cash,” Resting against the doorway, Felix clicks his tongue. Crossing his arms over his petite yet defined chest, he grumbles as he focuses on the hallway.

“Hey, a little curiosity never hurt anyone,” Stepping to the side of the crystal so as to keep an eye on Felix, Sylvain grins at him as he reaches for it. “Come to papa,” Grabbing the crystal, Sylvain begins to cough as it shatters into an infinitesimal number of pieces. A heavy blue dust of sparkles spread throughout the room. Sylvain attempts to wave away the dust in front of him. He covers his mouth and nose with his free arm as he coughs. Despite the clear lack of any wind underground, the dust swirls throughout, enveloping the entire room in a blue haze.

Turning around from Sylvain’s commotion, Felix immediately begins to cough, caught off guard with the dust. His chest heaving, he desperately clears his throat in an attempt to get rid of the dust stubbornly lodged inside.

“Sylvain! What did I just say!” Stomping towards him, their different height is completely unimportant to Felix, Felix ready to slice Sylvain with his sword. Sylvain remains in the corner of the room, staring back at Felix with wide eyes, as if a child reprimanded over breaking curfew. Felix stands some few feet away, standing in the center of the room.

“Did you get dust on your face?” Sylvain squints his eyes, staring intently at the miniscule blue dot on Felix’s nose. Sylvain misses the entirety of his own face turning blue, his pale skin completely replaced with the same deep blue hue from the crystal.

“No, you idiot. You have blue dust on your face!” Shoulders tense, Felix points an accusatory finger towards Sylvain. He recoils with a shout as he spots flecks of blue paint on his hand. “What did you do?” Felix brings a hand to his face. His eyes focus on the flecks of blue. Shaking his hands, as if to rid the blue hued dots marring his porcelain skin, the tiny flecks continue to turn into larger splotches. His stomach bubbling, the not quite searing sensation reminiscent of the sauna back when he attended Garreg Mach, Felix wraps his arms around his stomach. He groans. Something clearly off, he shuts his eyes. Heavy, suddenly oh so heavy, Felix huffs. Readjusting his arm to rest it on his stomach, the resulting squish catches his attention.

Felix winces. Daring a glance, his shout hitches in his throat; any sort of anger wells into concern as his eyes stare at the growing mass that is his stomach. His outfit enabling his limber, agile self, the lack of armor perfectly gives away the bump in his stomach. His outfit having only a little give to them, the minimum amount necessary to not impede him during combat, his bulging midsection stretches out his clothes. Belts growing unbearably tight, Felix winces. Far more important matters at hand, he grips his stomach with both hands. His stomach lacks any sort of give, his stomach sloshing as he holds it. The mass nearly spherical, any softness coinciding with fat is unfound. Two snaps ring out. The two belts around Felix’s midsection fall uselessly to the floor as he stares dumbfoundedly at them. Huffing, Felix barely notes how overly bloated he feels as his thighs join alongside his midsection, his upper chest rounding out as well. His strained breathing rings in his own ears as he continues to feel off, something clearly wrong with whatever Sylvain touched. “Sylvain,” Felix’s mind shouts at him as it remembers the culprit for his own misfortune. Checking for Sylvain, Felix simply lifts his head to find him, Sylvain resting against the wall.

Having touched the crystal responsible for their situation, the cursed item’s effects are farther along on Sylvain. His midsection positively bulging, Sylvain stance is wide; his thighs far more filled out closer to his stomach, the straps holding his leg armor are torn. The armor on his legs bulges from its wearer's engorged body, the armor looking as blown out as Sylvain. His midsection squished behind his armor, Sylvain leans his head back against the wall. Discomfort or concern is completely absent from his face; Sylvain has a puffed-out smile from his blue bulging cheeks as he keeps his eyes closed, as if taking a nap under the sun’s warm embracing light. “This,” Unabashed moans come out of Sylvain, the guttural noise petering out into silence only for another one to come as he feels himself fill out further. “Damn, this feels great,” Cradling his stomach, his arms soon begin to struggle with so much girth crammed inside his body. His interlocked pieces of armor stretch as his midsection continues its engorgement, the durable armor giving away with loud metallic shatters as it completely falls apart. First, the section covering his stomach gives way, the massive blue ball of mass staring directly at Felix’s face with Sylvain’s black shirt riding up the surface of it. Sylvain not quite as large the further away from his center, it only takes a few moments for the other portions of armor to fall to the same fate, bits of metal clanking to the floor as he continues to expand and bulge out. His arms and legs eventually suffer the same result as his massively engorged torso. Sylvain’s midsection wider than the doorway they entered, the armor soon comes apart. Left in his plain clothes, his black shirt and red pants stretch and tear, the already taut fabric meant to show off his slim yet built figure instead shows off his bulbous blue body, the material ripping as it gets torn to shreds from Sylvain’s expanding body. His arms and legs bulging, the dark blue appendages seem to shrink as Sylvain’s torso seems to explode with mass. An overly apple shape turns into a near spherical form, the blue mass expanding at a far greater rate and seemingly absorbing Sylvain’s arms and legs. His tall lithe figure disappears under a great blue bulbous body as Sylvain continues to fill out, more and more of his arms and legs sinking into his jiggly blue body. His face filling out, his tire for a neck gets enveloped by his body as well. His overly puffed out cheeks, the same hue of blue as the rest of body, rest on his large ball of a body. Sylvain’s fiery orange mop of hair is the only contrast against his blue body. His eyes dwarfed by his bulging cheeks, his pupils nearly recede to the back of his head, Sylvain clearly in no concern over his state of transformation.

“That damned idiot is enjoying this!” Seething to himself, Felix’s teeth clench, his pearly whites grinding as he stews in anger. Eyes focused on Sylvain’s bulging bulbous body, his moans fill the room alongside the two’s tearing clothes. Felix feels a warmth spread across his face. The warmth not from his expansion, Felix clenches his teeth tighter as he enjoys the sight of Sylvain unabashedly enjoying himself, Sylvain looking so squishable. The thought is saved for later as a pain jolts through Felix’s left shoulder. Checking for the cause, the overburdened shoulder strap is digging into his body. Nowhere near Sylvain’s size, Sylvain still somehow growing, Felix unstraps the protective gear. He hurls the piece to the side, Felix glaring at it as though it were the culprit for his predicament and his current enjoyment, however small the latter is. His eyes shift from side to side. He places a hand on his stomach, giving it a pat. A small smile threatening to adorn his face, Felix yanks his own arm away from his stomach. He tries to ignore how his body continues to swell, his thighs slowly thickening and widening to match his midsection. His boots begin to creak, the fine material unwilling to bend much. Empty shelves and empty walls stare back at Felix, the only other point of interest being Sylvain’s expansive globular blue body, and the doorway. Any sort of possibility better than being completely stuck, though the idea of becoming so large that leaving a room is impossible does leave a small unwanted thrill. Felix offers a passing glance at Sylvain. Sylvain’s eyes closed; his breathing continues to come out hitched.

Felix grabs his own body. The swelling even more noticeable with his hands feeling the filling sensation, he shakes his head with a grumble. His cheeks swish. Better to be found with Sylvain than to explain it all by himself, Felix resigns himself, telling himself that it’s not because he finds the idea of being stuck enticing. Felix huffs as he moves spots. Having unmoved from his spot in the center, he waddles over to the other side of the room. Upon taking a single step, Felix swiveling one leg past the other just to move, he pauses as something squishes underneath his foot. Glancing down, he merely comes face to face with his own bulging body, his globular blue belly protruding farther out than he could possibly fathom, the stomach still maintaining a firm spherical shape to it. Shifting around so as to not stare at his own girth, Felix finds a liquid pooling onto the floor. The same exact shade of blue as himself and Sylvain, Felix’s eyes follow the trail to its source.

Felix having barely moved from his own spot, Sylvain’s body is nearly in his face. He focuses; his eyes barely make out the origin of the liquid, Sylvain’s tits. His nipples are a slightly darker shade of blue. They leak some sort of juice, the liquid flowing freely down his body and onto the floor. Shaking his head with a sigh, Felix glances down at his own chest. Free of any liquid, he finds himself a tad disappointed, his lips forming a frown as he presses a hand against the growing curve of his chest. Grunting, he continues his laborious waddles to the other end of the room; his continuously growing body makes it increasingly hard as his legs and arms become more constrained with his bulging midsection beginning to overtake the appendages. The tearing fabric fills the room, Felix’s ragged breaths filling in the interspersed tears. His blue body soon comes into view as his clothes tear further apart. His legs slowly getting swallowed by his expansive body, he barely reaches the wall before giving in, his legs losing contact with the floor. Eyes half lidded, he shakes his arms. Only his fingers move in response, his arms sloshing with juice instead. Barely immobilized, his body continues to expand in all directions. The sensation of occupying so much space, of feeling so heavy is completely foreign to Felix, Felix wishing for it to end. A smaller portion of his brain whispers to him, wishing to experience and bask in his immensity. His vision mostly filled with his own expanse of a body, he remains unaware of Sylvain’s stopped growth. His chest welling up, a slight bit of definition to set it apart from the monstrosity that is his stomach, Felix winces as a quick jolt of pain rushes through him. His breasts positively aching, he groans gutturally, his usual relaxed, stoic disposition momentarily replaced with bliss as soon as the pain ends, his rounded heavy chest freely leaking juice. Not to the same extent as Sylvain; Sylvain’s chest nearly gushes copious amounts of juice compared to the tiny creak of a stream coming from Felix’s chest. His concern grows as his body begins to press up against the walls, fearing that him and Sylvain could possibly outgrow the room. The fear subsides with a great gurgle in his stomach, Felix sensing his growth having finally ended. Unable to see anything besides his own body, or what he assumes is his own body, what with him and Sylvain being under the same predicament, Felix groans. Unable to move his body either, any sort of help is relegated purely to outside help, the two great immobile men completely helpless. Their churning overtaxed bodies fill the room, the area sounding not too far off from water splashing about.

Felix finds himself wishing that no help had come as he hears a voice sound out. His wish mainly occurring due to the warmth he feels in his face as he somehow manages to spot Mercedes, her figure so small in comparison to his own mass. He briefly wonders how she must feel, so dwarfed by his figure. Felix shuts his eyes, blaming Sylvain for his mixed feelings on his transformation.

“Oh my!” A high pitched voice breaking out, the pitch is even higher as Mercedes spots the two’s unrecognizable bodies. Lifting up her outfit, she watches out for the puddles of juice while getting closer. Completely dwarfed by the two massive men, her eyes drift between the two.

“Ugh, Mercedes,” Felix tsks to himself as he hears his own voice, the uttering of a simple name far more taxing and even deeper sounding than before.

“Felix? What happened?” Recognizing the voice, Mercedes wastes no time in waiting for an explanation. Despite her question. Placing a hand a few inches away from Felix’s body, she begins chanting a restore spell.

“Mercie! You’re supposed to be behind us!” Caution thrown to the wind just like her best friend, Annette comes bundling after Mercedes. Upon arriving at the scene, Annette remains by the doorway. Her eyes shift back and forth, examining the entire scene while Mercedes continues her spell.

“You two need to remain behind me so I can prot…” Ingrid calmly rushes behind Annette; her calm exterior promptly fades away, her eyes wide open with her mouth agape. “Mercedes get back!” Annette places a hand on Ingrid’s arm, her eyes still on Mercedes. Ingrid’s eyes shift over to the other massive blue pile. The entire round, swollen figure encompassed in nothing but blue, the vibrant red-orange hair catches Ingrid’s attention. Her brows furrow into a grimace, Ingrid taking a cautious step backwards from the jiggling, sloshing mass.

Bringing her hand back to herself, Mercedes’ eyes lower as her restore spell fails. “It’s just as I feared. This magic is incompatible with mine,” Felix groans, his body relaxing for a faint second as he hears he’ll be stuck like this for longer. His bloated cheeks occupying most of his vision, the rest of it is mostly overtaken by his corpulent, round body. Felix huffs, a dark blue hue for a blush dusting his cheeks. Felix’s huffs reach Mercedes ears, though she mistakes his desperate attempts at silencing his moans as puffs of complaint, Mercedes knitting her brows. Bringing a gloved hand to the curve of Felix’s stomach, his stomach similarly rounded just like the rest of his body, her hand stops a few inches, Mercedes unsure of what to do or what to say, her usual kind, comforting words unable to come to her.

“Annette,” Ingrid whispers at Annette. She beckons Annette towards the hallway, her eyes trained on the hallway’s corners. “Give the signal,”

“Understood,” Taking a step back into the hallway, Annette feels Ingrid’s focus as she keeps watch. Taking in a deep breath, Annette’s chest rises as she raises her hand. Having placed a magical trail, the welling of magic nigh undetectable to those inexperienced in magic, the trail swirls with a gentle breeze as Annette lowers her hands. The trail meant to guide the group back to the entrance in case of an emergency, the trail’s secondary usage as a signal had been hoped to have gone unused. Standing beside Ingrid, Annette sighs. “So, what happens now?” Glancing back into the room, Annette spots Mercedes still hard at work, Mercedes now attempting her magic on Sylvain. “Mercedes’ magic isn’t working, so I doubt mine will have any effect,”

“You two are the experts in magic. Any ideas we have will be based on you or Mercedes’ knowledge,” Ingrid shakes her head.

“I was unable to affect Sylvain either,” Mercedes announces her return. “Normally I would feel some spark upon casting restore, yet…” Mercedes pouts, staring back to Sylvain and Felix. Ingrid and Annette follow her line of vision, all three staring at the massive men and failing to hear the two’s huffs and moans as they remain transfixed. “Yet ,I simply felt emptiness, as if nothing was wrong with either of them,”

‘Then we’ll need Agarthan tomes,” Annette concludes, Ingrid nodding in agreement to her suggestion.

The sound of footsteps coming closer, they immediately quiet down. Three pairs of feet approaching, Ingrid remains cautious, her lance ready.

Dedue’s shield coming around the corner first, Ingrid relaxes upon the arrival of the rest of the Blue Lions. Dedue spotting them back, the giant of a man lowers his shield, revealing Dimitri and Ashe. Ashe pulls back his arrow with a gleeful smile, placing it back in his quiver. Dimitri rushes ahead, worryingly staring down at the three women.

“What happened?” The rushed nature of his question betrays his stoic face.

“Sylvain and Felix….” Ingrid pauses, unsure of how to explain herself without sounding like a maniac. Standing tall, a hard task next to Dimitri, Ingrid leads him to the room.

Dimitri eyes widen at the scene. Supposing the two sloshing figures to be Felix and Sylvain based on Ingrid’s hesitation, his assumption holds true as they suddenly speak, a tiny blush on his face.

“Ugh, enough with the gawking,” Felix complains, an indistinguishable blush over his face from the attention, not entirely unwanted.

Ashe and Dedue follow suit, the two shocked speechless upon spotting their friends.

“Oh please, gawk all you want,” Sylvain moans out, pathetically wiggling his fingers in a desperate attempt to grope himself, his body so pleasantly full. “Grab all you want too,”

Dedue’s concern quickly turns into a sigh of disapproval. He heads back to Annette and Mercedes, his voice hushed as he speaks to them.

Ashe ignores Sylvain, instead heading towards Felix.

“Why am I the one being ignored!” Sylvain shouts, his entire body wobbling as he kicks at the air, his legs swallowed by his blue body.

“How are you holding up Felix?” Nearly dwarfed by Felix’s overly engorged body, he places a hand on Felix’s body.

Felix squints his eyes, Ashe’s hand a wonderful reprieve on his body. His mind screams at him to beg for more, to be squished and prodded all around, for some reprieve of his exaggerated fullness. Felix instead lets out a growl. “Keep your hands to yourself,”

“Ah, my apologies!” Quickly removing his hand, Ashe wipes off the juice from his hand.

“I am fine,”

“Fine? I expected you to be seething, truth be told,” Ashe jokes, laughing to himself.

“I would rather the lot of you solved this issue that Sylvain caused. But since you’re all completely inept, fine will have to do or else I’ll lose my mind,” Felix winces as his chest churns once more, the heavy load of juice nearly causing him to let out a moan.

Ashe simply laughs, shrugging off Felix’s usual harsh words. “Well, I’m sure that they’ll figure something out soon,” Ashe offers a smile.

Dimitri still gawking, his mind races as the two massively inflated men occupy the entirety of his vision like they do his mind. He briefly registers his name, snapping out of his trance as glances around.

Dedue speaking with Mercedes and Annette, Ashe does the same with Felix. Ingrid focused on keeping watch, Dimitri turns towards the only possibility.

Sylvain grins. Biting his lip, the act somehow harder in such an engorged state, a few huffs still escape his lips as Dimitri turns to him. “Finally, some attention,” Everyone else ignoring him, Sylvain chalked it up to pure disinterest. Except for Dimitri. So trained in spotting any sort of attraction, aimed at himself or others, Sylvain immediately noticed the underlying cause of Dimitri's state of confusion.

“What now, Sylvain?” Sighing, Dimitri takes a few steps closer. Simply as it’d be rude to speak from such a distance, nothing more, nothing less. Though, he does note the extra deep blue hue of Sylvain’s body, his juice flowing down his body without a care.

“Figured someone like you might appreciate this,” Shifting his arms, they remain stuck, encased by the rest of his globular body. “I wouldn’t mind if you cop a feel,”

Dimitri’s eyes widen before glaring. “Sylvain…”

“I wouldn’t mind you doing whatever you wanted. Especially if you were a bit thirsty,” Sylvain’s own heart races at that thought, Dimitri’s lips wrapped around his tits as he guzzles his juice. The resulting possibility of Dimitri growing, his muscular form becoming engulfed in fat, soon, becoming unable to move despite the extreme strength granted to him by his crest. Perhaps even growing so large that the three of them would outgrow the room and-

Dimitri’s heavy breathing reaches Sylvain’s ears. Barely able to make him out past the hemisphere of his body, Dimitri stands hunched, his face burning as he glowers at him.

“I will do no such thing,” He spits out, more to himself than to Sylvain. “You’re hopeless,” Taking deep breaths, his chest rises and falls. Dimitri closing his eyes.

Dimitri turns as Dedue clears his throat. He joins the rest of the group, clearing his own throat as he hopes no one notices the light dusting of a blush blossoming onto his face.

“His Highness will be heading to Garreg Mach alongside Annette and Mercedes,” The entire room ready to erupt into arguing, all of them immediately fall silent as Dedue raises a hand. “We have no way of transporting Sylvain or Felix, therefore some of us must remain watch. His highness will contact the archbishop for aid. In the meanwhile, Annette shall be researching for any possibilities to reverse this,” Standing proud, Dedue looks at the other Blue Lions for any questions.

“We’d be lost without your planning, Dedue,” Dimitri radiantly smiles at Dedue, ever grateful for his assistance.

“What will Mercedes be doing?” Ashe speaks up, walking back towards the main group.

“I’m going to try and find Emile. He’s our only other lead into other Agarthan bases and he’ll only be willing to speak with me,” Mercedes clarifies, a gentle smile on her face.

“Ingrid, Ashe and I will remain here in the meanwhile. While we may lack offensive magic between the three of us, Ashe’s healing shall suffice. And with Ingrid’s pegasus, we’ll have decent contact and provisions with the nearest village”

“That’s actually a well thought of plan,” Ingrid nods her head in agreement. “We better not waste any more time chatting. I’ll be grabbing some food then,”

“So, we’re stuck here? Come on, I’m sure plenty of people would be dying to get a glimpse at me,”

Everyone choicely ignores Sylvain as they say their goodbyes. Annette and Mercedes walk behind Dimitri and Ingrid, the two magic users chatting as some normalcy is regained with a plan in motion.

The room suddenly much quieter with half the Blue Lions gone, Felix gives a sigh of relief from the reprieve. Ashe and Dedue quietly conversing to themselves, Sylvain’s incessant little groans reach his ears, Felix gritting his teeth as he tries to divert his mind to anything besides his engorged state. The constant churning of his own body’s juice reverberates in his ears, Felix mostly wishing that this would all end soon. A sticky feeling sprouting on his chest, Felix fails to hold back a moan as more juice gushes forth from his breasts. His wish for this to end as quickly as possible fades a bit as he closes his eyes, hoping the others can’t hear him enjoying himself.

#I'm honestly not sure what to tag this lol #just gonna go with the usual tags #fat emblem #feeder emblem #my writing #fat!sylvain #fat!felix #fat!three houses

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beyondthetower · 3 years

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Daggers & Bracelets (Dimitri x Byleth)

Summary: After being invited to tea, Dimitri finds himself desperate to surprise Byleth with a gift. The problem? He has no idea what to get her, and Sylvain is catching on.

Characters/Pairing: Dimitri x Byleth, Sylvain

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: Fluff (is that a warning?)

A/N: Not gonna lie, I kind of forgot where I was going with this one. I just wanted something happy, Dimitri is always so sad! Oh god can I not write if it’s not angsty?

The market was bustling. Food vendors called out to passers-by claiming that their prices couldn’t be beaten. Plumes of smoke emerged from the blacksmith’s corner near the gate of the monastery. I stood by one of the carts, frozen, hoping that something from their selection would just jump out at me.

“Penny for your thoughts, Your Highness?” Sylvain snaked his way through the crowd, though it wasn’t hard to spot him when his bright red hair towered over the rest of the villagers. He grinned wide at me, stepping up beside me and scanning the wares himself.

“Ah, Sylvain,” I said stiffly. “Busy day today, isn’t it?”

He scanned my face, and I thought I caught a glint of skepticism in his eyes. But he looked back down at the selection before us and breezed by it. “Sure is.”

“What brings you to the market today?” I went on. “I thought this was your day off. Aren’t you usually in town by this point?” I tried to scan the items secretly, glancing around as casually as I could manage.

“I was on my way,” Sylvain notes. “And then I saw you here and thought, well there’s a suspicious looking old friend, I should see what he’s up to.”

“Suspicious,” I scoffed. “Hardly.”

“Oh of course,” he went on. “Clearly I was wrong.”

“Yes,” I said. “So, Sylvain, I was actually thinking of stopping by to visit you later today. I had some questions about

“Me?” he asked skeptically.

“Oh come on, Sylvain.” I rolled my eyes. “We grew up together, I’m well aware of your natural skill in tact. At least, in battle.”

“Gonna just breeze right past that backhanded compliment there.”

I smiled. “You and Felix were too in sync in our last battle for it just to have been him. There was a plan there, I could see it, and I thought it would be worthwhile to get your input on last week's strategy meeting since-”

“Alright, enough,” Sylvain said with a sigh. “Who’s it for?”

“What?” I asked.

“The girl. The girl you are clearly struggling to buy something for right now.”

“What do you mean?” I tried.

“Come on Dimitri,” Sylvain chuckled. “I’ve known you since we were kids. There is almost nothing you can hide from me. I’m the one who discovered that last crush of yours, remember.” His eyes widened. “Is, god, you’re not thinking about getting her a dagger this time are you? Don’t get her a dagger.”

“Shhh.” I looked around, like somehow she was listening in and that vague sentence was the thing would give me away. “Would you drop that? I’m not getting her a dagger.”

“So there is ‘a her’?”

I cursed myself.

“Who is it? Come on, I need to know.”

“You really don’t,” I countered.

“Of course I do!” he cried. “After all, I wouldn’t want to accidentally hit on your girl and get myself caught in another duel with you. I’m still haunted by the last time.”

“We were like, thirteen,” I reminded him.

“So imagine how much more I’ll lose this time around,” he said. “You may be the future King, but do you know how embarrassing it is to get your ass handed to you by a thirteen-year-old when you’re fifteen?”

The merchant bustled around trying to quell the unending demands of the villagers. The weekends were the busiest. I had thought that was a good thing; being able to get lost in the nameless faces of people on their missions of their weekly errands. Everyone had their own busy schedules and no time to see who else was around. I liked the idea of my voice getting lost in the shuffle. Although, I loved the idea of Sylvain getting lost in the shuffle more.

“Alright, so who is it?” Sylvain went on. “Is it Ingrid? Because I’ll be honest, I’m not sure that’s a great match. She’s too focused on her work and stuff. Plus, eh, I don’t really think she’s into you in that way. She thinks of us all as brothers. She has told me, very bluntly I might add, that nothing would ever happen between us.”

“Sylvain,” I sighed.

“Okay, not Igrid. Is it Annette? I guess I could see that but she is a talker isn’t she.”

“Like someone else I know,” I mumbled.

He must have not heard me, because he kept going on. “And, between you and me, I sometimes catch Felix glancing at her at dinner. I think he might have a soft spot for her. Well I don’t think Mercedes is really your type. So maybe someone from another house? Although I don’t see you spending much time with people outside of-” He stopped short, and I could see the cogs turning in his brain. My cheeks burned at the idea that he had figured it out. “Huh,” he said quietly.

I thought quickly on what to say to end the conversation before he had any more time to think. “I guess you don’t know me as well as you think you do.”

“I guess you’re right,” he agreed, but his voice rang with sarcasm. He leaned down a little too close and nodded toward the cart. “But may I suggest the leather bracelet over there. She was eyeing it the last time we had grocery duty together.”

I turned quickly to look at him, to say something about how he was crazy and he didn’t know what he was talking about. But he was already walking back toward the monastery, waving lazily over his head as he called out a goodbye.

“He doesn’t know,” I assured myself. “You’re overthinking things.”

But when I looked down at the bracelet, I had to admit it looked a lot like her. It was pretty but practical. It wouldn't get in the way of her fighting like the dangling, silver jewelry would. I had thought of jewelry originally, but it had just seemed so impractical. That bracelet, though. That could work.

“See anything you like?” The merchant had finally finished with the other customers, and when he looked up at me he rushed himself into a bow. “Oh, Your Highness! I’m so sorry to keep you waiting, had I known you were waiting…”

“Oh don’t worry about it, Maurice,” I said. “Remember, here I’m just another student.”

“Right, sire,” he said suspiciously. I knew he wouldn’t take my words to heart, but I would keep trying in hopes that he would just treat me like a normal person.

“That bracelet there please,” I told him. “If it’s not too much trouble.”

“Of course.” He quickly wrapped it up, trying to lower the price as I handed him his money. I refused, and threw in a few extra pieces of gold before pushing my way back toward the monastery.

After accessing the stairs to the entrance hall, I veered toward the entrance hall to make my way to the gardens. Byleth had invited me for tea again. It was the second time that month, and I had been looking forward to it all afternoon. Sylvain wasn’t wrong, of course. There was a girl. If I was being honest, there had been a girl since the first night I saw her walk out from behind her father when we ran for assistance in Remier Village.

“Dimitri!”

When I looked up I had made it to the gardens. Byleth was standing under the vine-covered pergola, waving toward me and beaming in a way that I had noticed was usually reserved for me. Unknowingly, I beamed back. I hid the bracelet behind my back quickly, striding to meet her, hoping that I could surprise her for once.

#dimitri x byleth #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #fire emblem dimitri #dimitri blaiddyd #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem #fe3h #blue lions #fire emblem fanfiction

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thesilvervixens · 3 years

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modern blue lions hcs!!!

hey guys, its been a while! we have been busy for the past couple of months due to college and other things, and while i cannot promise we will be active again, we will try out best.

i decided to continue the prompt our other owner was doing, except with the blue lions!

dimitri

because of how much he has been through, dimitri seems like the type of guy who posts positivity on his platforms

he also spread awareness and educates others when needed

shares his past trauma to others and opens up to his followers so they won’t feel alone

ok but hear me out, when dimitri is texting the blue lions, he would use random emojis that don’t make sense because he doesn’t know when to use them

he takes -blurry- photos of his friends and posts them on his account as well, trying to be nice

dedue

his social media platforms would be based around cooking

he would share recipes with his followers

due to popular demand, everyone asked him to make a youtube channel filled with tutorials (he’s basically going to become famous)

dedue seems like the type of guy who would answer his DMs and give out advice, he is a lot nicer than gordon ramsay too lmao

bonus: he has his own garden and uses his own vegetables he grew

felix

felix would not be active on social media unlike the rest (sylvain and annette bugged him to make one)

if he was active he would post about swords and swords only

he may have a sword collection as well (along with a knife one)

he would make comments under sylvain’s posts being a meanie

but secretly he enjoys seeing what his friends posts because he wants to see them happy

he has annette’s notifications on (change my mind)

sylvain

he seems like the guy to go out on adventures and post everything and anything

every second it seems like he has to update his story (it takes like 2 mins to go through it all)

he follows a bunch of girls too and compliments them in their comments

when felix makes a comment underneath his posts, he just spams the laughing emoji in the replies

i bet dorothea had him blocked for a while

he is definitely the party guy as well. as mentioned, he’s posting everything (and regretting it the next day because he was most likely being loud and annoying in the videos)

made a groupchat with dimitri, felix, and ingrid called “the OG bitches”

bonus: he makes tik toks (he kinda sucks tho)

ingrid

similar to dedue’s except she is posting photos of the food she’s eating

a mukbanger on youtube! but a healthy one (she has a pretty good following as well)

she follows many food accounts, i bet she has dedue’s notifications on

tries out every restaurant nearby and reviews them on yelp

though her account is food based, she makes sure she shares tips on having a healthy eating lifestyle as well. she shares diets to try out and has a highlight of her daily workout routine

she keeps sylvain in check and messages him when he should probably delete something

annette

has a groupchat with bernadette and lysithea, they send sanrio memes to each other and reaction pictures

annette collects figures, vinyls, flowers, and also posts her daily hauls

she’s also very big into cute cottage core outfits and participates in outfit of the day

she makes tik toks (fashion tips)

runs a fashion account with mercedes (and a gardening account with dedue but they are inactive)

bonus: she is a book worm and gives out book recommendations

ashe

he barely goes on instagram and twitter but i can see ashe being famous on twitch

he begs everyone to play among us with him because his subs are asking for it

has a bad sleep schedule because he is up all night grinding to the next level of the game he is obsessed (i swear on my life he plays league of legends,,, he plays support)

tried to teach dimitri how to play games but dimitri kept dying and he gave up

annette sometimes joins him in his streams

made a discord server for everyone in the monastery

mercedes

she made the blue lions group chat on instagram and keeps in under control. she refuses to give anyone else admin

i bet mercedes has such a beautiful voice (she makes covers on youtube)

doesn’t understand the memes everyone sends but still likes the messages anyways

more active on the fashion account that she runs with annette than her man account

doesn’t know how to work discord and always ends up mute and disconnecting when the blue lions are calling.

#fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #three houses imagines #fire emblem imagines #fe3h #headcanons #blue lions #fe3h headcanons #fire emblem headcanons #three houses headcanons #mod allie writes

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onyxedskies · 3 years

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Happy birthday Dimitri!

All was quiet in the Fhirdiad palace, the festivities to celebrate the kings twenty-fifth birthday having ended hours before. Now, only the people Dimitri trusted and held closest to his heart remained in his palace, all crowded around a fire place to fight against the chill of Fhirdiad towards the end of the Ethereal Moon.

Dimitri sat beside Byleth, an arm wrapped around his beloveds shoulder as his closest friends - the Blue Lions of 1180 - got settled. Many of them held packages to give to their king, despite his best efforts at telling them not to get anything.

Seemingly sensing the fact that he had noticed the presents and seemed light-heartedly exasperated, Byleth laughed a bit. “Did you really expect them to listen?” she quietly asked the blonde as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“Not really, no. But a man can hope,” he murmured in response, earning another soft chuckle from the woman beside him.

“Aww, Dimitri, you don’t mean that,” Annette said from her spot beside Felix, humor dancing in her eyes along with the light from the fire. “You always cherish the things we get us.”

“Ah, you caught me,” he said, an earnest smile making its way onto his face as his friends began to laugh.

Despite the Blue Lions closeness, they weren’t able to all gather together like this very often. Ashe and Ingrid, being the captains of the Faerghus Knights, were often out on missions around the continent as well as occassionally off of it, having meetings in Almyra and Brigid twice a year. Dimitri would be lying if he said that he didn’t miss the nights the eight students and their professor would spend in the Blue Lions classroom by the fire, sharing stories and growing closer both before adn during the war. Now, he wouldn’t be surprised if they could pass as family.

Dimitri was pulled from his thoughts as he heard the door open, smiling and chuckling slightly as he saw Mercedes carrying a cake in as she walked in. “Sorry I’m late; the orphans at the church wanted to help make the cake, so the kitchen had been a mess. I helped clean up before coming here.”

“No need to apologize, Mercedes,” Dimitri said. “Make sure to tell the orphans that I thank them.”

“I will, don’t worry,” Mercedes replied, a happy twinkle in her eyes. “I’m sure they’ll be delighted.”

“Now that Mercie’s here, we can get started!” Annette said with a bright grin, earning laughter from the group.

“I suppose we can give our present first,” Ingrid said, glancing at Sylvain for the package. “We weren’t entirely sure what to get you, but I think this will do.”

Dimitri took the bag from his friend, digging through the paper that was concealing what was inside. He lifted it, and his smile softened as the cloak was revealed. It had the Faerghus emblem on the back, big and large like many of his cloaks had. But in silver thread beneath it, the names of the nine Blue Lions were sewn on, glimmering in the firelight. “It’s wonderful... thank you both,” he said, looking up at the blonde and redhead who were smiling at him.

“We figured you wouldn’t even think of getting something like that but would treasure it if you did get it,” Sylvain explained with a smile.

“You were right,” Dimitri chuckled. “Thank you so much.”

“Of course,” Ingrid said with a smile.

Byleth took it from his grasp before swinging it around his muscular figure, kissing his cheek as she secured it around his shoulders.

“It looks great, Your Majesty,” Ashe said, chuckling at the venomless glare Dimitri sent his way.

“You can just call me Dimitri, Ashe,” he said with a chuckle. “The knights aren’t here.”

“I know,” he said, laughing a bit at the eye roll he recieved.

“I’m guessing you two got him at least one present?” Byleth said, raising an eyebrow at Dedue and Ashe.

“Of course we did,” Dedue said with a smile. He then handed a package to the king, who took it gently.

The gift was a book, a relatively new one based off the cover. He looked at the title, eyes widening slightly.

“Wingless Hegemon... is this...?” he asked, looking at Ashe. He grinned back at the king.

“The first copy of Bernadetta’s book,” he said with a nod.

“How did you know I wanted to read it?” he asked the silver-haired knight. Bernadetta had sided with the resistance, betraying Edelgard and working side-by-side with Claude. When he heard that the timid purple-haired girl was releasing a book, he had found himself wanting to hear it. But he hadn’t said anything about it; how had Ashe figured it out?

“I overheard you telling Byleth,” he said with a shrug, recieving muffled laughter from Mercedes and Ingrid and a cackle from Byleth as Dimitri flushed a bit.

“Regardless, thank you,” Dimitri replied, smiling earnestly at the two men.

“Of course,” Dedue said, nodding with a smile.

Mercedes gave a small smile, though it didn’t hide the motherly mischief that gleamed in her eyes as she came forward and handed Dimitri a package. He opened it, raising an eyebrow as he accepted the gift. He opened it warily, before his eyes softened upon seeing the gift.

It was a dagger, oh-so-similar to the one he had given Edelgard all those years ago. But there were subtle differences; he noticed the letters spelling everyones names from the class of 1180 on the hilt with his and Byleths names embedded on the blade itself. “Mercedes...”

“I’m glad you like it,” she said with a smile. “It was the childrens idea; they had all heard the story of the dagger from Sylvain, and they thought that maybe the dagger would be a reminder of the good times instead of just dwelling on the bad.”

“I love it,” Dimitri said. “Though, you should really give yourself more credit. It’s clear the thought of the names was your doing; I wouldn’t doubt that the dagger would be the childrens idea, though.”

“Saw right through me, huh,” she said, giggling slightly. “All is well.”

“Us next!” Annette said, practically bouncing in her seat. Felix had an affectionate smile on his face as she crossed the room, handing the king a package. It was small, but based on both Felix and Annette’s faces, it almost definitely had sentimental value.

He discovered he was right upon opening the gift, feeling a tear prick at the corner of his eye as he saw the drawing that had been hidden by the wrapping paper. It was small, but he instantly recognized the scene it was depicting.

It was five children; he recognized it as himself, Felix, Ingrid, Glenn, and Sylvain. It was a scene he hadn’t thought about in a long time, but he immediately remembered it. The five of them had their backs to the artist, all gazing up at the sky. There were stars in the sky, and he remembered Glenn teaching the four younger ones about them.

“Felix... Annette...” he said, looking up at them.

“I had a dream remembering the scene,” he explained. “I know that Glenn’s ghost haunts you; that much was clear back in the war, and I doubt it’s gone away. I figured - hoped - that it would serve as a reminder that his ghost self isn’t him.”

Dimitri felt a tear roll down his face, quickly wiping it away. “Thank you,” he said, looking at the couple as they smiled back at him. “Thank you, all of you.”

The room quickly lapsed into the controlled chaos that everyone knew so well and loved so much. Dimitri missed this; he was glad he could do this with everyone again.

The night continued on, and before long each of them drifted off to sleep surrounded by each other.

They were happy once again.

#fe3h #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #dimitri #happy birthday dimitri #netteflix #felannie #ashedue #sylgrid #blue lions #post canon #post war

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pastelsapphy · 5 years

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Why does Sylvian hates himself?

(This ended up being really long whoops)

*cracks knuckles* time to talk about my boy

[All quotes taken from the Fire Emblem Fandom Wiki, so there may be some slight inaccuracies]

Okay so first off Sylvain grew up in a shitty environment, to say the absolute least, and that fucks with your head.

First: his brother. He attempted to kill Sylvain on multiple occasions as kids because Sylvain had a Crest. And Sylvain just like, accepts that??? You can see that a lot in his A support with Byleth. He talked about being shoved in a well and being left on a mountain in winter by his brother, and almost immediately followed up with “I have no right to complain” because he, in theory, got lucky: he got the Crest.

And you figure, he would’ve grown up apologizing and made to feel guilty just for existing. You can see in his dialogue against Miklan, in chapter five:

Miklan: Hmph! Hurry up and die already. If not for you… If it hadn’t been for you…

Sylvain: Shut up! I’m so tired of hearing that. You’ve always blamed me for something that isn’t my fault.

He’s definitely been saying that since they were kids. That kinda stuff really fucks with your sense of self-worth after a while.

Then we have the rest of his family. We don’t hear anything about his mother, or much about his father, but we can infer some things about the latter: Margrave Gautier disowned, abandoned, and cast aside his first son in favor of the one with a Crest. Considering the dialogue about “everything being taken away” from Miklan, it’s possible that he was being raised to be the next Margrave, because someone had to inherit–with Crests becoming less common, who knows how long it would’ve taken to get a kid with one, if they got one at all? They needed a backup plan. And then Sylvain came along, with the minor Crest of Gautier, and suddenly Miklan didn’t exist. That’s fucked up, and it shows how little Margrave Gautier cared about his kids. I honestly doubt he showed Sylvain any kind of affection or attention growing up, and probably only interacted with him for inheritance- and Crest-related reasons. To him, Sylvain was a walking Crest, not a person (Sylvain’s fear of people only ever wanting him for his Crest, and not as a person in any respect, had to come from somewhere).

(And, if I can add a bit of an aside, I feel like this is the root of his philandering. Makes me think of the whole “even negative attention is better than nothing” kinda thing. You figure, Little Sylvain would have been incredibly touch-starved and desperate for attention. Humans are a social species and we literally need attention and affection to live well. I mean, he flirted with Ingrid’s grandmother when he was eight. I can only imagine what he said/did if Ingrid remembered it, considering she would have been five or six at the time. And kids that young don’t really know any better yet. Poor kid probably just wanted attention.)

(Additional aside that came to mind while writing this: I wonder if seeing the arrangement between Ingrid and Glenn affected this at all? Like yeah marriages in that kind of setting were purely political and such, but Ingrid was engaged to Glenn because (a) House Fraldarius was a powerful, well-to-do noble family and House Galatea really needed the resources, and (b) Ingrid was desirable as a wife because she had a Crest. Of course, we don’t know the exact circumstances of the arrangement, but we can infer from her other prospects. Sylvain still would have essentially seen Ingrid being used for leverage because of her Crest.)

So long before the events of the game, Sylvain is already pretty fucked up, emotionally. Trauma does that to you, especially when you have an “everyone else has it worse and I, actually, got lucky, so it doesn’t count and I’m not allowed to feel bad about it” complex. Survivor’s guilt is a hell of a drug lemme tell you. Sylvain has already internalized that,

He’s only good for his Crest

Any negative feelings about his Crest don’t matter, because those without have it worse.

No one will ever truly see him as a person–he’s just a Crest.

Already, that’s a pretty fucked up view of oneself.

By the time he gets to Garreg Mach, he has a carefully crafted persona set up: He’s an asshole, a liar, a serial flirt and cheater, dumb as a box of rocks, and a self-proclaimed “good-for-nothing.” In his B support with Dedue, you hear that people describe him as “indefensibly worthless,” which is followed by,

Sylvain: Indefensibly? Heh, that’s a bit harsh.

Dedue: I already knew your reputation concerning women. But these new rumors deprive you of all redemption. I did try to correct them. But I doubt I was believed.

Sylvain: Well, thank you all the same. Listen. You don’t need to worry what people think about me. As you well know, it’s not easy to correct misunderstandings or change people’s minds. And if I’m going to behave so badly, it seems misunderstandings are inevitable.

He doesn’t even argue, just kinda brushes it off and accepts that’s just How He Is (listen, Sylvain can definitely be an asshole at times, but I have to agree with that being harsh). He doesn’t want people to expect anything from him (well, not anything good). In his supports with Annette, he’s shown to be pretty smart, but admits he hides it because the pressure it puts on him is suffocating. He kinda goes out of his way to hide his more redeeming qualities like that. Also on that point, we have this bit from his B support with Ashe,

Sylvain: […] My advice on the whole thing is just to follow your instincts. That’s what I do. If someone’s in trouble, I help them. You don’t need to be a valiant knight to know that. Doesn’t matter if the person is an ugly old man or the cutest girl you’ve ever seen, you help ‘em.

Ashe: So, you’re saying…

Sylvain: Everybody’s the same, deep down. It’s our job to help anyone who needs it.

Ashe: Ah!

Sylvain: What? You’re looking at me funny. Did I say something wrong?

Ashe: No! No. I’m just surprised, that’s all. You’re actually a much better person than I thought.

“You’re actually a much better person than I thought.” Several of his supports have some variation of this line. Usually after he does something kind. And I mean, Sylvain is a kind person, under the philandering. Most of his supports involve him helping others out somehow.

He helps Dimitri with the girl situation (he kinda got him into it in the first place but I digress)

His whole C with Dedue is pretty much “racism is stupid and I’m going to be your friend, fuck what everyone else says.”

In his supports with Felix and Ashe, he helps them out in battle, at a detriment to himself (You can also throw Byleth in here, during their A support, but he was a jerk in their C and B).

In his Annette supports, she calls him out for going easy on her during training. He admits he was, but only because he didn’t want her to feel bad because she puts so much effort into her work while he “sorta gets by on [his] wits”

Okay I need to say how much I love his supports with Bernadetta???? He does genuinely try to compliment her work, and when he sees speaking to Bernie face-to-face won’t work, he goes out of his way to write a nice and well-worded review (a fairly lengthy one, according to Bernie) and compliment of her work–which Bernadetta takes to much better than she did talking in person. And this is one of the few supports where he doesn’t try to flirt. He’s just trying to give her genuine compliments on her writing and goes out of his way to do it without upsetting her.

His support with Hilda could go a few ways, but he did return the books for her and he did apparently get yelled at for something he didn’t do and didn’t even try to deflect that. And it seems that’s not even why he confronts her later: it’s because of how her actions were detrimental to other people (”And those books you left in your room for so long? Teachers and classmates needed those. So stop lying, and maybe stop being quite as selfish too.”). It’s not until she asks if the librarian said anything that he’s like “Oh, yeah, they yelled at me.”

And a fair amount of people still see him as “indefensibly worthless.” Sylvain often goes out of his way to help people, but he tends to brush it off and keep it lowkey.

I got a little off track here, but my point for this is Sylvain projects an outward appearance of being a really shitty, deplorable person. Almost everyone he has supports with is GENUINELY surprised when they realize that no, he’s not as bad as all the rumors about him imply. Sylvain just doesn’t really want people to know. And, as much as he plays it off like he doesn’t care, that kind thing gets to you after a while. So everyone except a handful of close friends seeing him in such a negative light? It filters in eventually, even if you’re not already emotionally fucked up.

Another thing I want to point out: A lot of times, it seems like Sylvain does not give a shit about what happens to him. A few of his support conversations involve him taking a blow in battle to protect someone else (and his attitude afterward is “better me than them”). Reading his A+ with Felix, “…protecting me like that. You’re so weak and yet you always… always…” this is definitely something Sylvain has a habit of doing. Additionally, we have one of his goal requests: “The best way to impress people is to save them by diving into harm’s way. That’s what a Great Knight does, yeah?” In true Sylvain style he covers it with “I just want to impress people” but he’s still devoting his training to being the guy who jumps in front of everyone else to tank the hit. Fully committing to that kind of thing takes more than just a shallow want to “impress people.” Then there’s his Monastery line to Byleth, toward the end of Verdant Wind I believe?, where he says he fights like he wants to die. Which…. yeah.

Another line of his that sticks with me: “burn until we meet again,” after defeating an enemy post-time skip. A friend of mine pointed out it might just be dramatic, but I think about that a lot. Does he think he’s going to the 3h equivalent of hell??? Does he think he’s that terrible of a person??

Uh this turned out to be a lot longer than i thought. So I guess to sum up:

Sylvain grew up internalizing the idea that he doesn’t have any worth as a person. Everything he is and has is related to his Crest. Everything that people feel towards him is related to his Crest and not who he is as a person.

He internalized the idea that because he has a Crest, that he’s not allowed to be upset about any of this, because he got lucky.

Growing up with Miklan’s abuse, he was definitely made to feel guilty about simply daring to exist. So he grows up hating himself.

He developed an outward persona that only reinforced these ideas–he makes and lets people believe he’s a piece of shit.

His attitude in battle shows how little he seems to care about himself.

tl;dr: Sylvain grew up without any love or affection, and was severely emotionally fucked up by his family, which complicated his relationships with other people and his view of himself as a person and his worth. He purposely projected an image of himself to support this, letting people believe he’s a shit person and doesn’t argue back because he feels it’s well-deserved. He doesn’t seem to think he’s actually worth anything. Sylvain, of course, like all people, has negative traits–that’s just part of being human. But his sense of self has been so warped and twisted over the years that he can’t seem to do anything but hate himself.

#fire emblem three houses #sylvain jose gautier #sylvain gautier #fe sylvain #fire emblem sylvain #three houses #fire emblem three houses spoilers #fe16 spoilers #three houses spoilers #fe16 #feth #fe three houses #asks #anon #mine #long post #i have a lot of feelings about sylvain okay #abuse mention #abuse mention cw

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OK IM COMING OFF ANON BC IM LIKE 👀👀 FIRE EMBLEM BUT OK.... bc my brain is circulating around fe and twst, what dorms do you think the three houses cast would be in? (and the girls can go into the girl school you created :))

A/N: *PTERODACTYL SCREECHES*

Now! I normally don’t do headcanons, but honestly this is the type of headcanon fun that I’ll do so I’ll... probably edit my rules so I can do more stuff like this since it’s fun! I’ll do you one better and do the girls twice! I went really ham.

For Night Raven College:

Heartslabyul

Edelgard von Hresvelg - Edelgard is in Heartslabyul because her response to being pissed off is a lot like the Queen of Hearts--she decides to topple the monarchy and recreate Fodlan. On that note, I can see her fitting Scarabia too, but closer to Heartslabyul. She’s probably Riddle’s favourite junior. Trey likes her, Cater has tried to flirt with her (Cater: “never again”). Ace and Deuce are probably intimidated by her, and she doesn’t try to get along with them.

Hubert von Vestra - I was pretty close to putting Hubert in Diasomnia, but he’s a pretty stubborn guy and will push himself into Heartslabyul. Plus, he’s a pretty strict guy so Heartslabyul isn’t so bad for him... What’s that? You want to know who Hubert gets along with? *chuckles* oh how naive, he only sees Edelgard. I can see him getting along with Riddle and Trey. Trey more than Riddle because Trey makes great coffee. He thinks Cater, Ace and Deuce are frivolous and a waste of time lmao.

Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd - Dimitri is in Heartslabyul because his response (”KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM”) to getting completely pissed off mirrors the Queen (“OFF WITH YOUR HEAD”). IRONICALLY, he and Edelgard are very alike in that aspect--but while Dimitri is hot anger--Edelgard is cold anger. They both have pretty terrifying rage. Pre-war, the two really did get along so hence I don’t think Heartslabyul will implode. Other than that, he’s actually a pretty peaceful guy unless completely set off. He’d be respectful of his seniors (especially Riddle and Trey), a little miffed at Cater because he’s like Sylvain. He’s okay with Ace and Deuce, but likely gets along better with Deuce. They vibe pretty well.

Dedue Molinaro - Honestly, I could see Dedue in Scarabia too, but I figured he’d find some way to make sure he was with Dimitri. He gets along well with everyone, with their only note that he’s a pretty silent, careful guy. He gets along best with Trey because they like to exchange recipes, and Cater appreciates how Dedue is always willing to help out with the gardens.

Ingrid Brandl Galatea - Actually might compete with Edelgard as Riddle’s favourite junior. Riddle probably likes that Ingrid is strict on herself. She is, however, definitely Trey’s favourite junior because of how enthusiastic she is with his cooking. He think that’s adorable. Cater is scared of her because she treats him like Sylvain LMAO. Ingrid probably also sees Ace in the same way. I think she actually likes Deuce and would help him where she could.

Savannaclaw

Caspar von Bergliez - Savannaclaw has the most because I put the “punch first, ask later” characters into this lmao. Caspar being the most telling. Ironically, the Savannaclaw characters who are named are anything but that lmao. Leona is either dismissive or annoyed by Caspar’s energy. Ruggie thinks Caspar is hilarious. Jack and Caspar would probably get along really well, with Jack probably becoming more noisy/enthusiastic with a friend like Caspar.

Felix Hugo Fraldarius - Leona and Felix might get along well, especially with how Felix dislikes chivalry. Leona, however, will be irritated if Felix kept trying to fight him--as Felix does. Felix probably doesn’t think much of Ruggie, and probably likes Jack a lot because of his strength. Jack and Felix will likely agree to disagree on underhanded techniques. Though I think Felix thinks it’s situational. Underhanded techniques in matches are a no-go, but underhanded techniques in a life-or-death sort of thing is a yay.

Raphael Kirsten - Again, “punch first, ask later” character. He also has that hardworking trait, because he wants to help his family. Probably gets along well with Jack the most tbh. Ruggie probably doesn’t care much about Raphael, until Raphael comes up to him asking for saving tips and stuff. Then Ruggie would see him in a different light. Leona just thinks “great another one.”

Leonie Pinelli - Leonie is primarily here because of her tenacity. She definitely gets along well with Ruggie, and they share tips on how to save money/reuse items. Leonie’s likely to hang out with Ruggie the most, when he’s not with Leona. I think Leonie is pretty 50/50 with him. Like she can respect him, but she might not agree with everything he thinks. Definitely gets along pretty well with Jack though.

Balthus von Albrecht - Leona probably thinks “why did I get a third one?” He probably doesn’t do to well with Leona because Balthus is a very loud guy. Ruggie definitely thinks he’s amusing, and is shook when Balthus admits about his debts and his need to pay back. Another one for the “Ruggie-senpai how do you save money” (I’m also a part of this club). Also gets along well with Jack. (Jack can try to deny it but he’s actually a person who is easy to get along with.)

Octavinelle

Mercedes von Martritz - The most terrifying Octavinelle member. The Donna of Octavinelle. Look, Lorenz is terrified of her. She can still see the Death Knight as Emile, her little brother. She mothers the whole of Octavinelle, and Azul probably pretends he doesn’t like it but actually enjoys it. She can out squeeze Floyd, and now Floyd is probably also a little terrified of her. Jade finds it all funny.

Ashe Ubert - Honestly considered Ignihyde and Diasomnia from this boy before I ultimately chose Octavinelle. He fits in with the Octavinelle trio with his skill sets, but unlike them--Ashe is only mean to the people who he thinks are deserving of it. He uses his skills for good, and he’s a very Robin Hood character if you think about it. Also Ashe in a tux is sending me, help. Floyd probably enjoys threatening him with squeezes. Azul and Jade appreciate Ashe’s honest hard work, and probably enjoy it even more when he’s willing to use his skills to get back at others. He’s definitely one of the lead workers at Mostro Lounge--when people know he’s on schedule to cook, Mostro Lounge is flooded and Azul is happy.

Yuri Leclerc - Yuri, Azul and Jade on the same side is terrifying. Like can you imagine the amount of double crossing they’d do? But here’s the thing, Yuri is also incredibly generous to those he thinks are deserving--which I think is what makes him suit Octavinelle. Yuri especially gets along well with Jade. He probably flirts with the Octavinelle trio. Azul and Jade would probably be impressed because I imagine Yuri can say what Floyd wants to hear so that Floyd would listen to him.

Scarabia

Petra Macneary - I wasn’t too sure where to put Petra. I almost put her in Heartslabyul because she’s pretty strict onto herself, and I almost also put her in Pomefiore because she’s a huntress... but it’s essentially because she’s a huntress that I decided to put her in Scarabia. I figured as a huntress, she probably has that ‘deliberation’ aspect of Scarabia. Jamil respects Petra a lot for her craft, Kalim thinks she’s slightly scary but pretty okay all around.

Annette Fantine Dominic - Annette probably wanted to be in Diasomnia, but she won’t complain and will instead work really hard in Scarabia. She’s probably Jamil’s favourite junior because he can relate to her strive to work hard and prove herself. In turn, she admires Jamil the most from the way he handles himself and Kalim. Annette enjoys her time with Kalim though, they often have small food appreciation sessions though. She also tries to help tutor Kalim, but Kalim is one tough nut to crack.

Claude von Riegen - Jamil hates Claude HAHAHA. Primarily because Claude figured out that Jamil is definitely hiding something, and he’ll spend the rest of his high school(?) life figuring it out--much to Jamil’s despair. Jamil can at least appreciate that Claude helps bring up Scarabia’s average (with Annette). Claude and Kalim definitely get along well because they probably both enjoy parties.

Pomefiore

Dorothea Arnault - Um hell yeah! She’s probably a popular MagiCam cover artist, with a couple of her own original songs. She’s pretty and classy. She and Vil would definitely also get along--they’d probably exchange beauty tips and stuff. She probably would have a soft spot for Epel, because they have similar roots, but she’d probably take him aside to tell him he should take advantage of his looks to win. She probably thinks Rook is weird.

Ferdinand von Aegir - His appreciation for beauty is Ferdi’s primary reason for being in Pomefiore. Vil probably appreciates Ferdinand a lot more than what anyone thinks because he has a fresh and sweet admiration for beauty. Ferdi and Rook are pretty okay because Ferdi would probably not? call him out. Ferdi and Epel is a bit of a 50/50, wherein Ferdi probably unknowingly insults Epel, Epel fights back, and now they get along.

Lorenz Hellman Gloucester - Lorenz and Rook probably get along well because they both have a similar appreciation for beauty. Lorenz will be a bit confused as to why Rook likes to stalk people? But other than that, Lorenz’s position in Pomefiore is because he appreciates beauty and considers himself beautiful. Vil probably thinks Lorenz could stand to try harder at it, but as long as Lorenz is trying then Vil has no issue with him. Epel doesn’t like him, “grrr eat the nobility” (Doro is proud of her son).

Hilda Valentine Goneril - I’m going at this because Hilda is really talented in the arts. ALSO CAN YOU IMAGINE THE POWER OF VIL SCHOENHEIT AND HILDA GONERIL? TOGETHER? Oh my god, Hilda’s my favourite FE3H girl, and seeing her side by side with Vil is sending me! They’ll be so popular, like can you imagine Hilda making Vil’s accessories? Them, featuring on each other’s accounts? Match made in beauty influencer heaven. Epel would start out disliking her, but then when he sees how strong Hilda is, he’d start to like her more. Hilda just think he’s cute. She also finds Rook strange.

Ignatz Victor - His position in Pomefiore is also primarily because of his artistic sensibilities. He’s probably flirted with most of Pomefiore just because he keeps bringing up how beautiful they are. Vil probably commissioned him once to do a painting, and Ignatz became an overnight celebrity on MagiCam. He can get along with Rook, and a little with Epel.

Ignihyde

Bernadetta von Varley - I MEAN. Where else would I put Bernie? She probably is shut off in Ignihyde, and is terrified of Idia because she think he’s out to get her--because whenever she leaves her room he’s also there. (In Idia’s defense, he think SHE’S out to get him because she’s always there when he leaves his room... it’s a never ending cycle with these two).

Linhardt von Hevring - I almost put him in Diasomnia, and honestly I could still put him there... but the reason I chose Ignihyde, is because I think his love for research outweighs his interest in the actual magical feats of Diasomnia. Also, if I remember from... Chapter 1? We didn’t see any Ignihyde students in the cafeteria, so I’ll believe that they all prefer to just stay in unless it’s an important event (which suits Lin very well). I can definitely see Linhardt being interested in Diasomnia though. He’s probably sleeping buddies with Silver.

Constance von Nuvelle - I almost put her in Heartslabyul BUT THEN I REALIZED! Constance is basically Ignihyde personified. She’s more Ignihyde than Idia himself LMAO. Like she’s all quiet, and shy during class, but when she retreats to Ignihyde’s dark dorms--she’s loud, bossy and generally unlike them all. Idia gets a whiplash whenever he sees the 180. Ortho thinks she’s fun.

Diasomnia

Sylvain Jose Gautier - Okay honestly, I almost put him in Pomefiore, but then I realized how much Diasomnia suited him more. LISTEN, everyone would be convinced that Sylvain is definitely Pomefiore material, only for everyone to be surprised when he’s put in Diasomnia because of how smart he actually is. Though he acts a little bit like the black sheep of Diasomnia because of how unlike them he is--he’s definitely going to stun a lot when he comes out with really high grades. Malleus would be impressed. Lilia would just know. Silver is asleep. Sylvain and Sebek... I can see Sylvain having no issue with him but not the other way around.

Lysithea von Ordelia - OF COURSE I’m going to put Lysithea in this house. She’s the little spitfire and darling of Diasomnia. I can see Malleus being really fond of her. In Lysithea’s pursuit of knowledge, I can imagine Lysithea would bug Malleus a lot for help--and Malleus would genuinely be pleased that this tiny little human bothers him so much. He’d love to teach her. Lilia would probably tease Lys often, but would always help her when she needs it. Lys would fight Sebek, and is pretty neutral to Silver.

Marianne von Edmund - Marianne thinks she deserves to be in this house because of her bloodline, and it probably makes her very sad. Lilia probably realizes what she feels and does go out of his way to cheer her up. Lilia probably pushes her towards Silver a lot though, because Silver is a pretty low maintenance friend. Marianne and Silver would also get along really well because they both get along well with animals, and spend a lot of time just sitting in the middle of a forest somewhere--just doing that. Marianne is probably scared of Malleus (and knowing her situation, Mal probably won’t push). On the other hand, Marianne is the one person Sebek can’t fight.

Hapi - If she can summon magical beings with her sighs, then I can see her in Diasomnia just so that Malleus and Lilia could watch out for her. I can definitely see her bantering with Lilia, and just chilling with Silver. She probably... gets irritated with Sebek actually. They fight each other a lot with the use of petty insults lmao. Sebek does not appreciate it, but Lilia finds it funny so he sometimes eggs on their fights haha.

Special Thought: Byleth/s are probably Diasomnia graduates.

For The Garden Academy:

House Cosmos

Mercedes von Martritz - Mercie’s ability to remain positive in the face of all the things she was faced with is the primary reason I chose this house~

House Zinnia

Dorothea Arnault - Because Dorothea is kind to those she knows deserves it. I think I see her very similar to Cinderella, except a tad bit more jaded.

House Eglantine

Constance von Nuvelle - it’s the House of Sophistication! Need I say more? I do believe that Eglantine suits Constance the most, especially for the sake of her noble house.

House Anemone

Petra Macneary - Her interest, and general curiosity--plus willingness to learn more about the world is why I thought she suited Anemone the most.

House Rose

Bernadetta von Varley - I chose this because she shares a love for books with Belle. I think, like Belle, she uses books as a form of escapism.

House Jasmine

Lysithea von Ordelia - her desire to be independent and seen as an adult capable of making her own choices was the primary motivation for this placing!

House Sage

Marianne von Edmund - Marianne’s preference of interacting with animals, and her love for religion is the primary reason why I chose House Sage~!

House Peach Blossom

Ingrid Brandl Galatea - because she understands the importance and weight of honor. And also because I think in Peach Blossom, she could learn that she could gain honor by remaining as she is.

House Water Lily

Annette Fantine Dominic - Annette is honestly a lot like Tiana--determined to prove herself through honest hard work!

House Chrysanthemum

Hilda Valentine Goneril - As the House of Artistry, I think Hilda would love it here because she’ll be allowed to pursue the one thing she enjoys--creating accessories~!

House Thistle

Edelgard von Hresvelg - placed her here because she’s a lot like Merida, wherein she wants to choose and create her own path.

Hapi - Honestly, I put her here because of her distaste for authority. She’s very, openly critical about what she thinks is wrong.

House Hibiscus

Leonie Pinelli - Ironically, House Hisbiscus shares the same belief as Savannaclaw which is tenacity. Since I chose that house based on Leonie’s tenacity, I decided to keep with it.

#aiwrites #aiheadcanons #twisted wonderland #fire emblem three houses #twst #twst headcanons #fe3h #fe3h headcanons #you can see im biased at points... sorry xD

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golden-deer-dear · 4 years

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What We Deserve, Claude x Byleth Fluff

Summary: Claude and Byleth are intent on breaking down the walls between Almyra and Fódlan, and they're starting with their wedding.

A series of snapshots of their wedding day.

Notes: My entry for the @claudlethweek prompt, which was traditions. Hope you guys enjoy!

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What We Deserve

"I want to spend the night with my wife!" Claude whined as he draped himself over a fainting couch. He had spent most of the day running from Lorenz, but his friend had finally caught up with him and dragged Claude into a large chamber covered in maps and tapestries depicting battles fought long ago. Claude guessed this was the room in which Holst usually held his war councils, and was cleared out just for this special occasion. (Ever since Byleth and Claude had asked Holst to take over the Locket for the ceremony, Holst had taken his duty as host very seriously.)

"She is not your wife until tomorrow," Lorenz pointed out while pouring himself a glass of wine. He completely ignored the melodramatic pout Claude shot his way, refusing even to look at the newly crowned Almyran king sprawled out over a plush couch like a spoiled child.

“Well, spending all night in prayer to the goddess doesn’t sound like much fun either,” Claude said, continuing to sulk.

Lorenz and Sylvain both laughed, making Claude feel like he was missing out on the joke. Even Felix was fighting back a smile when he looked up at them all. “Technically what we’re supposed to be doing,” Sylvain said as he popped the cork out of another bottle of wine. “Not that anyone ever really does that.” He poured a much too generous amount of wine into a goblet and handed it to Claude. “Drink up, buddy.”

Claude’s pout fell away, replaced by a much more interested gleam in his eyes. “So this is what you do instead?” he asked as he took the offered cup. “Get drunk and eat too much?”

Raphael laughed, already piling a ridiculous amount of food onto his plate. “It’s a celebration! What better way to tell the goddess you’re thankful for all the good things in your life than by actually showing her?”

Claude raised his cup in a salute. “Well said, Raph.”

“Yeah!” Raphael cheered through a mouth full of food. “Besides, we’ve got a ton of food! It’d be a shame to let it go to waste! And there’ll be more tomorrow too!”

“Yes,” Lorenz drawled, staring at the large man with a bit of endearment, but mostly disgust. “We’ll be attending feasts for the next week, what with how you and the Professor have agreed to honor each culture of your respective cultures.”

“You don’t think we deserve it after all this?” Claude asked lightly, taking a sip of wine.

Lorenz sighed a bit melodramatically, his shoulders slumping to add to the act. “I suppose we do.”

“We’re really happy for you, Claude,” Ignatz added, looking like he wasn’t sure where he should be at the moment. “You and the Professor have done so much for us, we wish you the best.”

“Well said,” Sylvain agreed, raising his glass. “While I am saddened that it will not be me waiting for our beloved Professor before the altar tomorrow, I could not have lost to a better man.”

“Careful now,” Claude said as he leaned back into the couch, raising his cup to his lips to hide the grimace of annoyance that crossed his face. “Keep talking like that, and those words might find their way back to Ingrid.”

Sylvain blanched, while Felix outright laughed. “Ah well, to you and the Professor!” Sylvain managed to finish before tipping his glass back. Despite the nature of the first part of the toast, the other men in the room drank as well, Lorenz shaking his head at their first Blue Lion transfer.

“You got all that?”

Claude turned to look as Cyril opened the door to the large chamber the men had taken over. Someone, Claude suspected was Ashe, walked through with a tray ladden so high with food there was no way he could see over it. “Ah, yes, thank you, Cyril.” Yep, definitely Ashe.

“Here, let me help ya!” Without waiting for an answer, and despite Ashe’s previous assurance, Raphael swept the tray out of Ashe’s hands, leaving the poor boy blinking in shocked confusion, before depositing it on the table with the rest of the food they had already acquired.

Claude’s mouth watered as the scent of onion and saffron floated on the air. “That smells amazing.”

“I hope it tastes good,” Ashe said nervously. “I got the recipe from one of the women that came with your mother.”

Claude looked at the tray, smiling widely at the sight. “Are they cakes?” Lorenz asked.

“A rice cake,” Claude clarified. “It’s got chicken and yogurt in it too. One of my favorites when I was a kid. I haven’t had it in....a really long time.”

“My mom used to make those,” Cyril said softly, his eyes lighting up with happy memories.

The Fódlan born nobles looked at the cakes suspiciously. Ignatz, Raphael, and Cyril were quick to dig in. Claude launched off the couch toward the tray. “Hey! Save some for me!”

And so, Claude spent the night before his wedding feasting and drinking with some of his closest friends. When Sylvain challenged him to a game of chess, Claude showed him no mercy. The only thing that would have made it better was if Byleth had been allowed to join them.

Spring was well under way, but this far up in the mountains there was still a nip in the air. Byleth enjoyed it, content as a light wind blew around them. Holst had cleared out an outdoor section of the keep for her and ‘her ladies’ (as he had taken to calling them). He and Seteth were around somewhere, patrolling to keep unwanted visitors away from the small bridal party. (Although, Flayn had proven to be the most terrifying option to run into. Her disarming smiles made whomever she aimed them at feel as if they had disappointed the goddess herself.)

“All right, so we have options,” Hilda said, uncharacteristically serious. She set a large box in front of Byleth, who simply stared back at her.

Leonie snorted from her position next to Odette, helping Claude’s mother check over some substance called henna. Hilda ignored her and opened the box, revealing golden jewelry. Byleth leaned forward to study them, seeing that all contained little details that were Hilda’s signature trademarks.

“Did you make all of these for me?”

Hilda flushed lightly. “I just brought a selection of my latest designs,” she said too quickly. “I figured we would let you choose first, and then the rest of us could choose something so we matched.”

“That was sweet of you,” Marianne said in her soft voice, making Hilda flush even deeper. Byleth shared a look with Leonie, and they quickly moved to hide their laughter.

“Ooooh, these are so pretty!” Annette squealed, leaning over Byleth’s shoulder to get a better look.

“Oh, this necklace is beautiful.” Dorothea joined them, pulling out a rose shaped pendant made of tiny rubies and emeralds.

“It is,” Byleth agreed. “But I think that would look better on Leonie than on me.”

“Me?” Leonie almost shrieked. Odette clicked her tongue when the other woman almost spilled the henna in her shock. “I don’t really do jewelry, so I’m good.”

“But Lorenz would certainly like it,” Hilda pointed out, her turn to look smug as Leonie went bright red.

Odette was silent as she joined them, setting up her bowls and brushes in front of Byleth. She took Byleth’s hand in her own and began to work as the girls continued to talk. “Do not choose a necklace for yourself,” she instructed. “I brought something for you to wear as well.”

Hilda latched onto those words and immediately focused her attention on Claude’s mother. “I would love to see it!”

Odette smiled, still focused on Byleth’s hands as she began to apply the henna, but said, “Mercedes, please bring over the box in my belongings inlaid with the golden sun.”

“Oh, certainly.” It did not take Mercedes long to find the specified box and bring it over to the group. When Odette nodded, she opened it, all of the women gathered around gasping at the beauty of the choker laying on black velvet. Mercedes took it from the box and placed it around Byleth’s neck. The large emerald resting against her throat caught the noonday light, reminding her of her fiance's eyes.

“We are bringing the wine!” Petra’s loud announcement broke through the silence that had settled over the group, and everyone relaxed back into their easy chatting as she and Ingrid poured everyone a glass.

“Petra! You should braid the Professor’s hair!” Dorothea suggested happily.

“Yes! That would be amazing!” Hilda agreed readily.

Petra smiled at Byleth hesitantly. “That would be wonderful,” Byleth said, answering Petra’s unspoken question. “If you wouldn’t mind.”

Petra shook her head and took a place behind Byleth. “I do not be minding.”

“Oooh, you’re going to be so pretty!” Annette squealed again. Byleth was finding out that wedding apparently made the younger woman a bit giddy.

“Claude’s going to cry when he sees you,” Hilda said with a smirk.

“All right, I finished it.”

Byleth turned to Lysithea. The young woman had gone off earlier that morning, and no one had been able to find her since. Now it seemed she had returned, brandishing...a flower crown? She blushed at Byleth’s questioning look. “I know you are dressing in Almyran tradition, and Claude is doing the same with Fódlan fashions, but this isn’t exactly something for Claude.”

Seeing that Byleth was still confused, Mercedes continued the explanation. “The youngest member of the bridal party makes a crown of lilies for the bride to wear. It is supposed to represent her devotion to the goddess.”

Byleth raised her eyebrows, and turned back to Lysithea. “It doesn’t have to mean that. I mean, you practically are the goddess, but I just thought…” The young woman trailed off, uncharacteristically unsure of herself.

“I like it,” Byleth said simply. “Petra, can we integrate it into your design?”

“Yes, of course.”

For the first time in a long time, Byleth felt truly relaxed. Her former students...no, her friends, chatted around her, helping her choose the finishing touches for her outfit tomorrow. Tomorrow. Byleth smiled softly and touched the emerald at her throat, thinking of just what all this was for. Tomorrow she would marry Claude.

Odette noticed, squeezing Byleth’s hand gently. “You really love my son, don’t you?” Her question went unheard by the others. Dorothea had roped them into helping her convince Ingrid to wear makeup for the ceremony.

Byleth’s smile grew wider, unable to hide her happiness. “Yes.”

“Good. He needs a woman like you.”

Byleth frowned in concern, until she heard the noise again. With a sigh, she went to the window and waited. “That took you longer than usual,” Byleth said as Claude dragged himself into the room. He rolled gracelessly, crashing onto the floor. A moment later he held something up, giving a triumphant cry.

“Yeah, well I was carrying something.” Claude indicated the covered tray in his hands. “I brought you some food.”

“Are you drunk?” Byleth asked, watching as Claude got himself to his feet.

He held his fingers very close together in front of his face. “A little bit.”

Byleth laughed softly and shook her head. “Claude, you know we’re not supposed to see each other until the ceremony.”

“I know!” Claude whined like a wounded puppy. “But to be fair, it’s too dark in here for me to actually see you. And Ashe made tahchin, and I really wanted you to try it.”

“You’ll have to feed it to me,” Byleth said. There was the hint of a tease in her voice, one which Claude would usually catch onto easily, but this time it seemed to fly right over his head. “Your mother will kill me if I mess up her work.” She wiggled her fingers at him, but it really was too dark for him to make out the details of her henna.

“I can do that.” Claude crashed into a chair, pulling Byleth into his lap. He removed the cover of the tray and picked up some of the food, trying to aim for Byleth’s mouth. He missed completely, smashing it against her cheek.

“Claude!” Byleth laughed, trying to brush the rice from her cheek.

Claude joined in her laughter, burying his face against her shoulder. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of her. Byleth could feel him relax against her back. “Stars, I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Claude,” Byleth answered back, brushing Claude’s unruly hair back out of his face. She kissed his forehead, content to simply snuggle against the man she had chosen as her own. They fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.

Lorenz waking them up with a shriek about decorum was rather amusing. And honestly, Byleth could not think of a more perfect way to start off her wedding day.

Byleth’s breath caught in her throat as she peeked around the corner, managing to catch a glimpse of Claude. He was so handsome she felt she needed to remind herself how to pull air into her lungs.

She watched as he adjusted the sleeve of his tunic, its light gold color matching her dress. The surcoat he wore over it was a soft green, a few shades darker than Byleth’s eyes, and a darker gold. It was emblazoned with the Crest of Flames on the left side, right above his heart, and the Crest of Riegan on the right. The surcoat draped a few inches below his knees, almost meeting his polished black boots. There was only an inch or so of the tight black leggings he worn on beneath, and Byleth felt herself flush slightly upon thinking of seeing him in just those leggings later.

Seteth said something to him, which Claude responded to with a laugh and that charming smile of his. His gloved hands rested on his belt, both inlaid with gems mapping out constellations in the night sky. His gloves showed ones from Fódlan, while the belt depicted those seen in Almyra.

Claude bent his head forward, that troublesome lock of hair falling forward into his face. He brushed it back, only for it to fall forward immediately. But then the music started, and Claude did not seem very interested in his hair any longer.

“Are you ready?” Alios asked her as the other members of the wedding party began to line up.

Byleth took his offered hand and nodded. Alois immediately began to tear up. “I wish your father could see you. He would be so proud,” Alois said, his voice quivering.

“I wish he was here too.” Byleth breathed deeply, her chest aching for a moment as she thought of Jeralt. “But, I know he would not have entrusted this task to anyone else besides you.”

Alois was full on openly weeping now. Byleth patted his hand and watched as Hilda linked arms with Marianne. Petra and Dorothea did the same, as did Sylvain and Ingrid, Felix and Annette, Ashe and Mercedes, Raphael and Ignatz, Lysithea and Cyril, and finally Lorenz and Leonie.

They entered the room before her, lining up on their respective sides. Claude had claimed Petra and Hilda to stand behind him, while Byleth had insisted that Raphael join her. Lorenz and Marianne looked very proud as they took their places as man and maid of honor.

And then all eyes turned back, eager for a sight of her.

Claude’s jaw dropped as Byleth was led into the room. They were separated by a crowd of well wishers, but his entire world shrank to her. She was always beautiful, but right now she simply stole his breath away.

Her dress was a light gold, decorated with tiny diamonds that made her gleam when she moved. He had never before seen her in Almyran fashion, but there was something about the short sleeved top and flared skirts that suited her. As Alois escorted her down the aisle toward him, those skirts, upon which were embroidered golden wyverns, the very symbol of Almyran royalty, flared around Byleth.

She held her head high, her eyes shining with joy as she looked at him, just as unable to tear her eyes away from him. Her hair was pulled back and braided, no doubt Petra’s work with how elegant the design. The red veil was sheer enough that Claude could see every detail beneath. Someone had woven together a crown of white Fódlan lilies and set it upon her head as well.

As she drew closer, Claude could hear the tinkling of her jewelry. Bracelets of gold hung from her wrists, and it sounded like she wore some on her ankles as well, hidden by the layers of skirts. There was a choker around her neck made of heavy gold and emeralds, the very one he knew his mother wore on her wedding day.

With tears on his cheeks, Alois guided Byleth’s hand to Claude’s. His heart skipped a beat as he held her lightly, pulling her closer to him. He could clearly see the whirls of henna on her arms now. There were stars woven into the designs on her fingers, while he noticed a sun and crescent moon on the back of her hands, rotating around a mandala.

“You look like you stepped out of my dreams,” Claude whispered to her, blinking rapidly at the sudden urge to cry. He chuckled to himself. Only Byleth would have him weeping with joy.

Byleth blushed, but held his gaze. “Putting that golden tongue to use a little early,” she teased.

Seteth cleared his throat, reminding Claude that there were other people besides the two of them in the world. The ceremony began, but Claude went through it in a daze. He said his vows, promising himself to Byleth, and intertwined their fingers when their hands were bound together with a thick piece of forest green silk. It was with wide smiles on their faces that they tore off chunks of bread to feed to one another, and worked as a team to take a drink from a goblet full of sweet wine.

They were finally allowed to exchange rings. Byleth sighed softly in relief as Claude’s ring was once more placed on her hand, holding it close to her chest and gracing him with the sweetest smile. Claude was grateful that he had been allowed to slide the ring on her first, because he needed Byleth to take his hand for him, guiding her mother’s resized ring onto his finger.

And then Seteth officially declared them husband and wife. He did not even get the entirety of his sentence out before Claude was sweeping Byleth into a kiss so passionate it was right out of a romance novel.

The room erupted into cheers around them, but Claude simply held Byleth tight, never wanting to let her go ever again.

“Are you ready?”

Byleth looked at Claude’s offered hand uncertainly. Their guests were fed, and their friends had given their speeches. Even Felix had offered a few words of encouragement. But now there was dancing. Dancing in the middle of a crowd was fine, but they would be no other couples this time. All eyes would be on them.

Claude, seeing her hesitation, offered her a gentle smile as well, one she had only ever seen when he looked at her. “Do you trust me?”

Byleth slid her hand in his and allowed Claude to pull her from her seat. “Of course I do.”

“Then trust I won’t lead you wrong, my love.”

He slid an arm around her waist and pulled her close. There was a brief moment, a breath of time, where the world stood still as she stared into Claude’s eyes, and everything else fell away. The music started, and Byleth no longer cared that anyone was watching them.

The dance steps were a Fódlan waltz, but done to an Almyran tune. It meant that she and Claude were probably dancing the fastest waltz in history. They were practically flying across the dance floor, and Byleth laughed as Claude spun her around.

By the time the song was over, Byleth did not want to stop.

There was one tradition Claude was not having anything to do with. It happened to be the one tradition both Fódlan and Almyra shared. When it came time for the bride and groom to leave the festivities, Claude insisted upon escorting Byleth himself by himself.

Usually there would be a whole host of their closest friends following behind, who would help the couple out of their finery. It was intended as a blessing to their union, but there was a darkness that settled over him when Claude thought of anyone else getting to see Byleth like that.

Their bed would be more than blessed. He did not need help in that area.

So Claude shooed them all away with gentle but firm insistence, all of them laughing knowingly as he told them to go back to the party. Byleth slid her hand in his and leaned against his side, content as they began the journey to the chambers prepared for them.

“I didn’t want them to see you like that either,” she said softly.

And yet again, Byleth managed to make his brain forget how to work. Claude stopped in mid step to stare down at her. Byleth looked back at him questioningly, concern creeping into her eyes. Claude bent down to pick her up, throwing Byleth over his shoulder. She let out a small gasp of surprise, before it turned into that melodious laughter he loved so much.

“Claude, what are you doing?”

“I’m about to show my lovely wife the time of her life.”

Claude carried Byleth all the way to their rooms like that, his wandering hands caressing her bottom. He did not set her down until they reached their bed, and Byleth was quick to pull him down to join her.

Byleth woke to sunlight streaming in through the windows. Claude’s warmth was a comfort beside her. It was not the first time she had woken up next to him, most definitely not the first time they had spent the night in each other’s arms, but something about waking up as his wife made her heart swell. He had entrusted her long ago with his dreams, but now he had told the entire world.

She reached out, gently brushing back that unruly bit of hair she loved to play with. Claude frowned and muttered something inaudible, attempting to bury his face in the pillow. Byleth chuckled softly, Claude’s eyes opening slightly at the noise. “I must have really worn you out last night,” she teased.

Claude’s frown deepened, and Byleth could see the start of a scheme forming in those emerald eyes. “Is that what you think?”

“Certainly seems that way.” Byleth rolled onto her back and stretched, feeling his eyes on her the entire time. She moved to slide out of the bed, but Claude’s arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her back.

“I might have to take it as an insult then that you’re so energetic this morning then,” he murmured, sitting up to place a trail of kisses down her back.

“Well the answer to that is obvious.” Byleth sighed contentedly and leaned back in her husband’s embrace, enjoying the way his hands explored her. He had already mapped every inch of her body, but he never seemed content. He always seemed to need to redraw those maps, committing the feel of her to memory.

“Oh? Are you going to share this hidden knowledge with me?” Claude laid her back down, leaning over her as he began to work his way down her body. She shivered in anticipation as his lips journeyed across her stomach.

“I’m happy,” Byleth said simply.

Claude paused, fully positioned between her legs. Byleth caught the deep blush on his cheeks before he dove down, using her thighs to hide his embarrassment. “You know,” Claude murmured against her skin, “sometimes I wonder if you know what you do to me.”

“I do.” Byleth reached down, gently running her fingers through his hair. Claude laid his cheek against her leg and stared back up at her. If anyone saw that look in his eyes, they would have no doubt of his love for her, but Byleth preferred that look to be something for her alone. “But you’re just as aware when you do the same to me. And you enjoy it either way.”

Claude smirked and dipped his head back between her thighs, but not before leaving her with, “And I shall for the rest of our lives.”

#fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #claudeth #claude x byleth #claudeleth #my fic #fanfic #one shot #claude von riegan #byleth

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wardencommanderrodimiss · 4 years

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Been thinking about the inevitable Modern AU and how f!Byleth’s weird armor would translate really easily into a weird collection of modern clothing, but more than that:

Garreg Mach Academy is a historically upper-crust school that is obviously religiously affiliated because Garreg Mach is a city like Vatican City that’s just run by the Church of Seiros, and the academy was built hundreds of years ago as a place where the three bordering countries could have a truce and safely send all their noble children. (As in canon.)

The real shenanigans begin when Rhea hires Jeralt as the chief security officer for campus, and Jeralt brings along his child Byleth who everyone is pretty sure does not legally exist? Her job is just whatever the other professors and staff of the academy pay her under-the-table to help with. She forms a study group of a bunch of students even though she is definitely not enrolled here. She most certainly does not have a drivers’ license. The gang realize this while she is, in fact, currently driving them around.

The Blue Lions, Black Eagles, and Golden Deer are frat houses. They attempted one (1) campus-wide prank war and the Lions and Eagles were so thoroughly destroyed by Claude that they made a pact to never utter a whisper of such a thing ever again.

Ignatz’s parents want him to be a business major but he’s really interested in the fine arts. If Hilda is ever found in the library, it’s because the wifi is more stable there and she wants to watch anime and shirk her day on the dish-washing rotation. Lorenz only joined the Deer because his father was once a member and he wanted his son to rush for the same frat but Lorenz figured he would just like, try and use it as a resume thing, and now Claude’s kicking open the front door of the house like “Hey Lorenz come help me carry this massive box of silly string that I got for real cheap, do not ask me how.” All the campus squirrels and pigeons are extremely fat and demanding of food from every human that passes by because Marianne feeds them all, and she only allows them to use humane mousetraps in the frat house. Lysithea skipped a few grades and is furious that no bartender in the surrounding area believes her fake ID. Raphael is the only one of them with a meal plan and he brings his backpack there and just loads up on food. Leonie has the common room table constantly covered in new scholarship applications she found because she absolutely cannot afford this stupid place.

Ingrid does not live in the Blue Lions frat house because she has spent almost her whole life living with Sylvain and Felix and she does not, she cannot, do it any longer, and she moves in with Annette and Mercedes, who might basically live at the frat house anyway because Mercedes is constantly using its kitchen for baking. If she isn’t, Ashe is, and sometimes there will be Deer or Eagles climbing in the open kitchen windows like “hey that smells good, what are we making today?”

Dorothea enrolled on a performing arts scholarship and will wake up everyone who lives in the Black Eagles frat house with her morning warm-ups. Petra is an exchange student who was not sure of the point of a frat but joined up anyway and she still cannot say what the point of it is. Bernadetta did not want to join a frat but they all just kind of pulled her in and gave her a room there; she is only seen by her fellows at 3 am eating cheese directly from the fridge, and she’s managed to get all of her classes changed to online ones even though she technically is supposed to live on campus. Ferdinand and Caspar are in direct competition to be the Jockiest Jock In This Frat House, and across all frat houses with Sylvain and Leonie as well.

Dmitri and Dedue don’t live in their frat house, nor do Edelgard and Hubert, and they all have their own apartment together until the second semester when Edelgard and Hubert just move into the Black Eagles house without an explanaton or any furniture because Dmitri kicked them out when he found out Edelgard was the one graffiting campus in subversive anti-Church messaging, and Hubert was the one who keeps hacking administration records and 3D-printed Edelgard a helmet that she wears on their midnight spraypainting ventures. Dmitri figured he couldn’t stop them but he didn’t want the administration thinking he and Dedue had any part of it and he threw most of their possessions out the window, nearly killing Felix who was coming by.

(Felix: “You can’t trust the Boar Prince. He acts all well-behaved like he’s a model student, but lurking just beneath the surface--” Dmitri: “I said I was sorry! And that I looked out the window beforehand! You were hiding beneath the overhang then! How was I supposed to know--” Dedue: “I can confirm: we did look out the window first.” Felix: “HE NEARLY BRAINED ME WITH A COFFEE TABLE IS WHAT HE DID.”)

#fe3h #three frat houses au

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irandrura · 4 years

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Now, just for fun, I’m going to list everyone I recruited and give some brief thoughts on each one. If I spend more time on a person, it’s because I found them more interesting, or did more supports, or the like.

I did go a bit overboard recruiting people, but I feel validated by that decision considering the number of people I might have had to kill otherwise. As it is I only had to kill two people I didn’t want to – Lorenz and Caspar; Linhardt also appeared but I was able to avoid him – and while I’m sad, especially since I should have gotten Caspar for the paralogue with Mercedes and the Death Knight, it could have been a lot worse.

I will, however, skip the four DLC kids, since apparently you need to start their supports in White Clouds, I missed them, and didn’t feel like going back. So I don’t have the content there.

Here we go:

Byleth: I covered some of my thoughts on him in the post on Jeralt. I wouldn’t say that I dislike Byleth as such, but because Byleth has no dialogue and has few definite character traits beyond “doesn’t show emotion much” and maybe “likes being a teacher”, there isn’t much to work with. I suppose I find Byleth a serviceable enough player avatar protagonist, but if I were writing fan fiction or anything, I think I would need to work hard to develop a memorable personality for Byleth. As it is, Byleth only works because you imagine yourself in his or her shoes.

Sothis: I was originally quite worried about Sothis, since I thought she might be too sexualised. Fire Emblem has a bit of a tradition of uncomfortable loli characters, but fortunately in the game itself Sothis was not that bad, and definitely walks back the creepiness level from someone like Nowi. Instead it felt a bit more like Byleth was playing the same role as Micaiah, with a child-like fragment of the goddess accompanying him. I suspect other routes do more with Sothis, though, because on this route, you could probably cut Sothis from the game entirely without losing much. Azure Moon seems to be the route that is least interested in the history of the goddess, so I should not judge too prematurely.

Dimitri: The hero of this route, even if he sometimes feels like an anti-hero, or even just a psychotic maniac we unfortunately have to deal with. Of the three house leaders, I think it’s fair to say that Dimitri looks the most like a traditional FE protagonist, but as it shakes out, he might be one of the least. He seems to be quite straitlaced, reliable, and even bland at the start, but a lot of that turns out to be a cover and he goes on a real emotional journey, I suspect to a much greater extent than the other two. I do think his emotional arc goes a bit too fast and the game should have spent more time on it, but it was still a good idea, and I genuinely appreciate just how messed up and traumatised Dimitri is. He has issues, he suffers, he runs off into the wilderness and talks to ghosts, but I like it. I feel like he validates the idea that it’s okay to not have everything together. For him, overcoming his demons was the real triumph, and defeating the Empire was just a coda.

Dedue: He reminds me quite a bit of the Tellius games, with their overall subtheme of selfless service and lord/vassal relationships. Like Dimitri, he has issues, but because he’s such a quiet and reserved person, it can be easy to miss them. I suspect he’s a very easy character to misinterpret as well, both IC and OOC, where the temptation for Westerners to interpret him in terms of contemporary racial politics is going to cause problems. But ultimately I quite liked him, and felt that his faithful service really ennobles the person he serves. My one concern or regret around Dedue is that he isn’t present during the period of Dimitri’s madness, so we never get to see how his dedication to his lord might be tested. Would he enable or even encourage Dimitri’s instability? On the other hand, it seems like the belief that Dedue was dead was a major contributor to Dimitri’s madness in the first place, so perhaps if he’d been around, he would have held his friend back from the brink.

Felix: I like that Felix never stops entirely being an asshole. As time goes by his abrasiveness seems less important, and you get a better understanding of why he feels the way he does, but he’s still a bit of a jerk even to the very end, and that’s part of who he is. I also appreciate that he plays a useful role in being the only Blue Lion who actively dislikes knights and chivalry, so he’s important for the way he can provoke the others into justifying themselves. After all, the Blue Lions are a bit of a knight fan club, and he provides some contrast. Nonetheless, for all his scowling, he is a faithful retainer and can be relied on.

Ashe: He’s just a sweetheart, really. A commoner background contrasts nicely with the others, his lockpicking skill is useful, and he’s just generally very genuine and kind. Plus his appearance and voice-acting sell that he’s a bit younger than the others and on the callow side. I feel like he’s one of the characters who grows most in overall maturity, and his journey towards knighthood is probably the longest. He was a character I relied on a lot and I never got tired of him taking down the boss with a single arrow from halfway across the map. In my playthrough he ended up together with Petra and I am sure the knightly order they create will go on to be fantastic.

Sylvain: I’m a little confused by Sylvain. Early on it seems like he irrepressibly flirts with every girl he sees and always gets dumped, but later on, in part two, he clarifies that girls constantly flirt with him because they want to marry into a bloodline with a crest. It seems like it can’t be both ways? I suppose the best reading might be that Sylvain constantly flirts with strangers, who don’t know his heritage or his crest, while rejecting advances from people who do know about them, because what he really wants is someone who loves him as a person, not as a mere opportunity to increase in social status. For someone who seems so cheery and laid-back on the outside, he actually has some real problems beneath it all. That said, at times I was a bit suspicious of the translation: there are a few opportunities to call him a jerk, and I wonder if those were added, since otherwise his flirting seems like it’s presented as harmless, fun, or even a charming character quirk.

Mercedes: I didn’t think a whole lot of Mercedes at first: the caring healer character appears in a lot of FE games, she didn’t seem to put much of a twist on it, and I found her voice acting a little stilted at first. I suppose, to be fair, a soon-to-be-ordained friend of mine has a similar cadence, so it’s possible, but it did throw me off a little. For the most part I found Mercedes very reliable and my primary healer/mage, but I think a more full judgement of her character will need to wait until I do her paralogue with Caspar. Her family background and relationship with the Death Knight seem key to understanding her.

Annette: The translators and voice actor were clearly having fun with her dorky improvised songs, and I love them. They’re great. That said, Annette didn’t really come alive for me as a character until she got to interact with Gilbert. He’s probably a more interesting character than she is, really, but their relationship is what makes them both start to stand out. Overall I find her likeable and reliable, but, Gilbert aside, not one of the most fascinating characters on the roster.

Ingrid: Again, a quite straightforward character in many ways. She wants to be a knight. She trains hard. She becomes a knight. Okay. I did find it a bit odd that even at the end of the game she still talks about wanting to be a knight, even though she’s spent the last few missions entirely in the Falcon Knight and Holy Knight classes, has battled across the continent at the side of her liege, and has defeated countless enemy champions. Eventually I wanted to ask her, “What more could you possibly need to do before you’re a knight?” There is some drama around marriage and social expectations for her as well, and it surprised me that it took her so long to figure out that she could be a knight and serve her family. Her family don’t want a political alliance through marriage or anything: it is specifically money and resources that they need. Knighthood seems like a career that can bring you great wealth – plunder, ransoms, tournament rewards, etc. – so it seems like knighthood, no less than marriage to a wealthy noble after a crest, could be a path to restoring her family’s fortunes. (Also, she was the one I S-supported, so I suppose the marriage plan worked out anyway. *shrug*)

Ferdinand: Everything about him is laser-focused on this question of, “What is nobility?” At times it got a bit tedious, and I wanted him to just shut up about being a noble for five minutes. However, while he laid it on a bit thick sometimes, what I like about him is the way that his character development seems like it could really change based on which route he ends up in. After Edelgard declares war and dispossesses his father, he has a really interesting choice to make: take up arms against her and join the resistance, or accept her offer of rank and power in the Empire. Since I recruited him at the very last minute, in the last month before the assault on the monastery, I might have imagined him struggling with that choice, and I like to picture him debating the importance of visible rank and status to the nobility that he tries so hard to achieve. I could easily imagine him going either way on that choice, believing in Edelgard’s vision or passionately warring against it, and that to me made him much more interesting.

Bernadetta: Her voice actor was clearly having a ton of fun. The energy she brought to the role made the character very entertaining to listen to. That said, I feel bad for her: her extreme social anxiety is sometimes played for laughs, but knowing that it’s the result of an abusive childhood makes it quite a bit less funny. Oddly my favourite support with her was Bernadetta/Sylvain, mainly because of the supports that I saw, he was the only one who made a serious attempt to respect her boundaries and to communicate with her in a way she would find comfortable. Seriously, writing her a letter and tucking it into a book was quite clever and sensitive of him... even if he ruined it by just walking up afterwards and saying hello.

Dorothea: Judging from the online stats the game showed on loading screens, Dorothea must be one of the most popular characters in the game, and was deployed almost every mission. This makes it a bit awkward that I never really deployed her at all, or focused much on her. I don’t have anything against her, and she seems interesting enough, but I suppose I already had enough mages and other people were higher priority. Oh dear. Maybe next time. She seems to be a popular choice for the dancer class, but since I made Marianne my dancer…

Petra: On the other hand, I did like Petra a lot, built her as an assassin, and got a lot of use from her. I wonder what her odd speech pattern is in Japanese? Looks like in Japanese she misunderstands idioms, rather than misuses the present continuous tense. At any rate, I really like the role Petra plays in worldbuilding, since her status as an outsider taken to the empire to be educated as a hostage serves to characterise both Brigid and the empire itself. Like Ferdinand, I also think she’s in a fascinating position where she could plausibly end up either pro- or anti-empire. I enjoyed being able to fight for freedom and self-determination, but I could also see her buying into Edelgard’s vision of a reformed empire. That sort of flexibility seems really valuable in a game with different routes like this.

Raphael: Unfortunately another character I recruited only at the last minute and didn’t get to spend that much time with. The fact that I avoided brawlers probably didn’t help. However, from what I did see, I liked that they included a character who genuinely struggles with his studies, and I also thought it interesting that he presents yet another character who wants to be a knight, but for a totally different reason. Ashe has a romantic view of knighthood; Ingrid has a relatively romantic view as well but also thinks of fighting for her ideals; Felix outright hates knighthood and chivalry as a bunch of lies. In contrast, Raphael’s pragmatism is a little refreshing. He just wants to support his family, given his strength fighting seems like a good way to do it, and knighthood promises more stability than mercenary work. Good for him.

Ignatz: And yet another character thinking about knighthood, albeit again for a different reason. He doesn’t want to be a knight as such, but has to because it’s his duty. At times even I got a bit sick of the game constantly talking about knighthood, but the wide range of opinions on it was definitely a good thing. Alas, all Ignatz wants to do is paint and worship the goddess. Sadly I used Ashe as my main archer, so I didn’t see as much of Ignatz as I might have liked. Another playthrough, then.

Lysithea: See above, really. I get the impression she’s a quite popular character, but as with Dorothea, I already had a few mages and didn’t have much need for her. I’m guessing she would have a lot more importance on a route where her backstory with what are presumably creepy Slitherer magical experiments is more relevant? As it is, sorry, I just didn’t see that much. Young, likes sweets, ambitious in order to help her family because she hasn’t got long to live… but that’s about all I got.

Marianne: On the other hand, I did use Marianne quite extensively. She was my backup healer after Mercedes, and she was my dancer, so she was very useful. (Some might say it was cruel to make her dance in public: I thought it might help build her confidence!) Her paralogue also stood out to me as one of the most interesting and fun. At first I thought her self-loathing might be irrational or a symptom of depression, but it turns out that she actually has quite an understandable reason for thinking that she’s awful and that no one should ever get close to her. Bringing peace to her ancestor and giving her the opportunity to increase her confidence and bloom as a person was very heartwarming. Her character arc gave me some WAFFy feelings, and I enjoy that sometimes.

Leonie: It’s weird to me that a character defined by her relationship with Jeralt, the player’s father, is so easy to miss recruiting. Nonetheless I did pick her up, because I love cavaliers and use far too many of them. Still, most of the other cavaliers were nobles, which made Leonie’s role as a mercenary knight a nice change. I think it might have worked better, though, if I’d known a bit more about the role of mercenaries in Fódlan. Are there mercenary companies? How do they usually find work? It would have been nice to know a bit more about the world that Byleth supposedly comes from, and which Leonie is so keen to break into.

Seteth: I was not a big fan of Seteth at first, but he grew on me, which surprises me particularly since I was on a route that never actually explains what his deal is. I feel like every long-term series fan, on meeting Seteth and Flayn, must have gone “oh they’re dragons”, because they fit that archetype just so closely, but somehow I got through the entire arc without anyone figuring it out. Nonetheless, while he starts off as quite suspicious of you, and even hostile, I enjoyed how further supports gradually humanised him. Seteth/Felix or Seteth/Ingrid, for instance, stood out to me as nice: the older man going out of his way to give practical advice to someone who’s still sorting himself or herself out. He’s a good mentor. I know often the thing people remember about Fire Emblem is the young protagonists and the shipping and so on, but sometimes it’s the older, more mature characters that I find the most interesting.

Flayn: In contrast, I did not find Flayn as interesting as Seteth. She’s a nice enough person, and the enthusiasm of the Flayn/Dedue support was cute, but ultimately I didn’t see that much of her. Mercedes and Marianne were my primary healers, and Byleth had a high Faith skill as well, so I didn’t need another one and didn’t take her along that often. I hope there are more depths, because as it is, I wasn’t that struck by her.

Hanneman: Another character I generally did not take along, so most of what I learned about Hanneman was around crests and his scientific curiosity. I think Hanneman supports my previous speculation that Fódlan might be starting on an intellectual renaissance at the time of the game. He is the Father of Crestology, even though crests have been known for a thousand years. That suggests that the organised, academic study of such matters is in its infancy.

Manuela: Again, not someone I looked at too closely, and her most obvious character trait, her romantic loneliness, could be a little bit cringeworthy at times. I would have to do more supports and look more closely at her to form a stronger opinion. The parts that I found most interesting with regard to her were about her history with the opera. Her relationship with Dorothea seems like it might reveal some more about both of them, but alas I didn’t use each character much.

Gilbert: On the other hand, I did use Gilbert quite a lot, since Dedue went missing for a while and I needed a substitute tank. Gilbert is clearly a loyal man who has suffered an immense amount, especially under the weight of guilt and self-doubt. It’s striking that he abandoned his family and homeland and fled to the church in order to assuage the weight of guilt he felt for the king’s death; but in the end the separation from his family only intensified feelings of guilt and unworthiness. Nonetheless, despite being a man who’s really screwed quite a lot up, he stoically tries to coordinate the Faerghus war effort, even when Dimitri is in his worst state. I was very glad to eventually get the Annette/Gilbert paired ending, as a valuable reminder that even at Gilbert’s age, it is possible to start healing and putting your life back together.

Alois: I really only got the Byleth support with Alois, so I don’t have that much to say. His cheery optimism is a nice change after a lot of the other faculty and knights are either serious or sad, and I enjoy horrible puns as much as the next man, but I think I need to see more.

Catherine: Speaking of cheery knights, Catherine’s rough-and-tumble confidence is also pretty appealing. Unlike the students, Catherine is strong and she knows that she’s strong, with a confidence that comes of years of fighting. What I saw of her personality I generally liked, and I learned a bit about her history, but I’m going to hold off on any further comments until I get some more context for her and Rhea. She is obviously incredibly devoted to the archbishop who saved her life, and in some ways seems to have reinvented her life from who she was before (cf. Dedue, the loyal service theme again), but I think I should need to see a route where Rhea plays a larger role before I come to conclusions.

Shamir: I like Shamir quite a lot, and she might be my favourite of the knights, even though she doesn’t have much to do with the actual plot. Her outsider status is the most striking thing about her: unlike pretty much everyone else, she has no personal investment in Fódlan or its politics, which frees her to focus on the needs of the moment. I would like to know a bit more about Dagda and Brigid, to be honest, but I suspect I’ve seen all there is to see already...

Cyril: Unfortunately I never used him. I can tell that he’s the Est of the game, a young character who probably has excellent growths and can excel in any class, but my roster felt pretty complete by the time I got him, he didn’t seem like he had interesting relationships with other characters that I might want to explore, and he’s so young that I feel uncomfortable making him a soldier. I can completely accept that there might be really good material around him, perhaps especially on the Golden Deer route where Almyra might come up, but as it is I don’t know any of it.

Anna: Yep, she’s Anna. Not much to say. Anna is always the same character, and Fódlan’s Anna doesn’t seem particularly special or unique.

…phew, that took much longer than I thought. These games and their giant casts, man.

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Rating: T+ Genre: Romance, Friendship Characters: [Byleth/My Unit, Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd] Words: 5,286

“Byleth hates March. She has piles upon piles of marking to get through, packed office hours with confused students, it is raining, and Dimitri is stressed. He apologizes for it almost every day, but Byleth is mad at the circumstances, not him.” / dimileth modern au

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Byleth hates March. She has piles upon piles of marking to get through, packed office hours with confused students, it is raining, and Dimitri is stressed. He apologizes for it almost every day, but Byleth is mad at the circumstances, not him.

Today, he comes home so exhausted and burned out that Byleth takes one look at him and sends him straight to bed, saying she’ll wake him for dinner later, but that he needs to sleep while he can.

As she stirs the pasta sauce on the stove, she thinks about the chaos that awaits just around the corner for both of them. Exam season starts in April for her, and Dimitri’s job is just exhausting all the time for him. It doesn’t help that she knows what has been in their mail recently and the effect it has on Dimitri.

Sylvain had texted her the other day, asking for a recipe and she hadn’t even had to ask to know that he was cooking it for Ingrid. Annette had warned them that both hers and Felix’s phones would be off for the day as well. Byleth had called Dimitri in sick and tucked him tighter under their covers so that he could sleep more. He had been annoyed at her, but she has always been good at diffusing his annoyance.

Dimitri’s phone rings on the counter where he had left it when he went to nap. Byleth turns down the heat on the stove and reaches for it, checking the caller ID before she answers it. She wrinkles her nose at the name, but answers the call.

“Dimitri Blaiddyd’s phone,” she greets politely.

“Oh, hello,” comes the overly smooth voice that Byleth has grown to hate. “I need to speak with Dimitri.”

“He’s occupied,” Byleth says pleasantly. She wanders back to the stove and stirs the sauce idly. “Can I take a message?”

“It’s Byleth, right? The girlfriend?”

“Yes,” Byleth agrees. “Now, if you have business with Dimitri, Cornelia, I suggest you actually indicate that with his work hours, not his personal hours.”

“I’m calling about the gala. I need to know if he’s decided on a theme for it or if he just wants to leave it to the professionals. We also need to discuss my rate,” Cornelia says. Byleth hates the smug tone of the woman’s voice.

Cornelia is the party planner that Dimitri’s uncle had hired to take over organizing the Blaiddyd Spring Gala once Lambert and Patricia had died. Byleth had been to three galas with Dimitri: one as friends and two since they’d been dating. She had hated Cornelia’s decor and extravagant, gaudy themes every single year. Dimitri always expresses the fact that his galas will never be as elegant as his parents’ were and Byleth can’t help but hate Cornelia since, according to Sylvain and Ingrid, she was in it to spend as much of the Blaiddyd fortune as possible and to squeeze the grieving son for payment and that she had never cared about the gala itself.

“Actually,” Byleth says before she can stop herself, “we’ve decided to move forward without you.”

Cornelia laughs shortly. “You’re not very good at telling jokes, Miss Eisner,” she says coolly, switching to Byleth’s surname to be petty. “The Blaiddyd Gala will be a failure without my touch.”

“I disagree,” Byleth says cheerfully, spinning her spoon through the bubbling tomato sauce. “I’m tired of you manipulating my grieving boyfriend into shelling out way more money than necessary so that you can skim off the top and squeeze him into paying you way more than you’re worth with the trashy decor you seem to insist on every year. This gala is a way for Dimitri to honour his parents and I’m tired of you trampling that legacy.”

“Listen here you bitch,” Cornelia snarls, all polite pretenses gone.

“Goodbye Nessarose,” Byleth says before hanging up the call.

She turns to place the phone back on the counter and sees Dimitri standing in the doorway, looking between her and his phone. She feels instantly guilty. She just fired his party planner and created more work for him to do on top of the stress he is already managing.

“Dimitri,” she starts, looking to apologize.

He shakes his head. “Nessarose?” he questions.

Byleth flushes. “The Wicked Witch of the East from Wicked. Elphaba was understood but Nessa was kind of a selfish bitch.”

Dimitri walks towards her until he’s standing right in front of her. His neutral expression breaks into a smile and he cups her face to kiss her deeply. Byleth closes her eyes and relishes in his warmth for a second before she leans back, furrowing her brow.

“I just made our lives way harder, shouldn’t you be mad at me?”

“Thank you,” Dimitri says instead, kissing her forehead. He takes his phone from her and slips it into his pocket. He glances at the stove where she’s cooking the pasta sauce. “Smells good,” he murmurs.

Byleth pinches his arm and he jolts, looking back down at her as she frowns. “Shouldn’t you be mad at me?” she repeats.

Dimitri shrugs. “Not when you’re right. Cornelia is expensive, spends too much, and doesn’t even make the gala look good. We’ll figure something else out.”

Byleth sighs and turns back to the stove, poking the sauce with her spoon. “I still feel bad.”

“Don’t,” he suggests. “I trust you, By, it’s alright.”

“Hand me the wine, will you?” she requests.

He passes her the open bottle of red wine that was on the counter and Byleth pours a generous half-cup into the sauce. Dimitri hums in approval and moves to grab the brown sugar which is on the counter next to where he had grabbed the wine bottle. He offers her the sugar in a trade.

Byleth lifts the bottle to her lips and takes a drink straight from it before she hands it to him and takes the sugar. Dimitri moves away and she turns back to her meal to finish doctoring up the sauce. She’s stirring in the last of the brown sugar when Dimitri’s hands close over her hips and he bends his head to kiss the side of her neck.

Byleth laughs breathily as Dimitri presses himself close to her. “That’s not distracting at all,” she murmurs.

“Try watching you cook in that,” he replies, kissing her neck again.

Byleth glances at her outfit and notices that she’s wearing shorts and one of Dimitri’s old hockey shirts. “Hmm,” she hums appreciatively, cocking her head so he has more to work with. She lifts a spoonful of sauce up and holds it for him to taste.

He licks it from over her shoulder, making her giggle, before he hums happily. “Delicious,” he says.

“Good!” Byleth says, turning the heat off. She places the spoon down on the stove next to the frying pan.

She spins in Dimitri’s grip, distracting him from his dedication to her neck, and kisses him hard. He pulls her close immediately and Byleth runs her hands through his blonde hair. He deepens the kiss and moves to back her up against the stove, but Byleth steps on his toe to stop him and he pulls back, blinking at her.

She laughs at the expression on his face. “I know you’re tired, but I don’t particularly want to burn my ass on the hot stove.”

Dimitri’s cheeks turn red immediately as he realizes that they’d gotten a bit carried away. “Sorry,” he says, kissing her chastely once more before he steps away.

Byleth doesn’t let him retreat, clinging to him so that he takes her with him when he moves. She laughs at him and boops her finger on his nose. “Did you sleep?” she asks. He looks guilty and Byleth feels disappointed. “I told you to sleep,” she nags. “Did I keep you up?”

“No,” Dimitri assures. “Except, maybe, that I’m used to you being there when I sleep,” he adds the last part somewhat sheepishly and Byleth’s heart swells.

She steps onto his toes and stands on her tiptoes to kiss him. This kiss doesn’t have the heat that the previous one did, but it conveys the familiar, deep love Byleth has for Dimitri. The way that his arm winds around her waist as he kisses her back tells her that he knows. She pulls back after a moment, but Dimitri keeps holding her close.

“That’s adorable,” she tells him lightly.

He huffs out a breath but kisses her forehead. “We should eat dinner and then maybe we can watch a movie before bed.”

Byleth grins and ghosts a hand over Dimitri’s rear. “Mm,” she agrees playfully. “A movie,” she teases.

She steps out of his grip before he can carry her away to the bedroom and pulls two plates out of the cupboard. Dimitri groans behind her and Byleth laughs out loud.

“Tease,” he complains.

“I love you,” she responds.

Byleth is working on grading papers when Dimitri knocks on her office door. He’s holding his tablet and his shirt is unbuttoned completely and he looks exhausted. She puts her pen down and walks over to him.

“Okay?” she asks.

He scrubs a hand over his face tiredly. “Do you have a minute?”

Byleth nods and takes the tablet from him. She recognizes this as gala-induced stress, not work-stress so she’s happy to help where she can. The screen is displaying a list of names which Byleth assumes is supposed to be a guestlist.

“I cross-referenced last year’s list, but I can’t help but feel like I’m missing people,” Dimitri admits.

Byleth skims the list. She sees all the usual names who were previous business partners and friends of Lambert’s as well as some family members that Dimitri can tolerate. He has marked Felix and the others to receive their own invitations instead of the family invitations. She pauses when she gets to the bottom of the list.

“What about your friends, Dimitri?”

He frowns. “I invited them.”

She hands the tablet back and crosses her arms. “No, I mean Edelgard, and Claude, and Marianne, and Raphael. Your friends , not the ones you’ve known for forever.”

He sighs. “I didn’t know I could invite them,” he says quietly.

Byleth takes one of his hands in hers and squeezes it tightly. “Dimitri, I understand that you’re trying to honour your parents by keeping it to all the same people they would have invited, but it’s your legacy now too. If you want to invite your friends, then you should. Your parents would never fault you for inviting people you actually want to be around to your biggest social gathering of the year.”

“But,” he mumbles, “El? And Claude?”

Byleth smiles. “The way I see it, it puts the company in good standing with their family businesses. They’re your friends, but it’s also a business opportunity for all three of you.” She wraps her arms around him, underneath his shirt against his bare skin, and squeezes. “You’ll be fine, Dimitri.”

He hugs her back with the hand not holding the tablet and smooths down her hair with his palm. “You’re my voice of reason, By. Thank you.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” she reminds. “Now, do you have anything else to do for this today or can we deal with the other issue?”

Dimitri tenses. “What other issue?”

Byleth presses her palms against his bared abs and gives him a sly look. “You came in here with your shirt open and you didn’t expect me to want to jump you?”

Dimitri laughs and kisses her between the eyes. “I wish we could. But, I do need to figure something out about a decorator and planner. I figured since you so elegantly fired Cornelia, you might be able to help me with that.”

Byleth wrinkles her nose. “Hey, you agreed with me that Cornelia needed to go,�� she points out.

Dimitri smiles. “I know, I know, but I thought you might like to help. I’ve been looking on a few job sites at resumes and I’m not overly impressed.”

A realization strikes Byleth suddenly and she brightens. “I have a better idea.”

“You do?”

“You invite the Gonerils every year right?”

Dimitri’s brow creases, but he nods. “I do. Their father did a lot of work with mine.”

Byleth smiles. “Hilda is fresh out of design school and doing the work that she’s doing for her brother is definitely not her cup of tea. I’m sure she would do a great job on the decorations and planning,” Byleth suggests.

Dimitri considers it. “Don’t you think she might be a bit unmotivated? Claude complains that she is horribly lazy in their apartment.”

Byleth hums in agreement. “Sure, but that’s just because she doesn’t want to do that kind of work. But, if you present her with a design opportunity and let her delegate, I guarantee that she’ll be great.”

“Alright,” Dimitri conceded. “I’ll give her a call and ask for a portfolio.”

“Excellent!” Byleth said. “Now, what’s next on your list of very long unimportant things that you need to do.”

Dimitri glances over her shoulder at the stack of essays on her desk. “Don’t you need to work?”

Byleth rolls her eyes. “They’re fourth year papers. Most of them are excellent and need very little work. I can do them any time. This,” she taps the tablet, “is more on a time crunch.”

Dimitri sighs. “Byleth, you don’t have to plan the gala for me. It’s supposed to be my responsibility.”

She frowns at him. “Then let’s make it our responsibility. Dimitri, I want to help you. I like spending as much time with you as possible, even if it’s just us arguing over the colour of the napkins at a fancy party.” She looks around her office. “Besides, we literally live together in your massive mansion. If I was uncomfortable with any of this, we wouldn’t be living here together.”

He breathes out and stoops so that their foreheads are pressed together. “What did I do to deserve you?”

Byleth giggles. “You bought me a coffee because you thought I looked sad. As soon as you smiled at me, I knew I was a goner.”

He laughs. “I love you.”

“Now,” she redirects, tapping the tablet again. “What’s next on the list?”

“Catering,” Dimitri says. “I know I could let Hilda do that if she takes it on, but I wanted to look into it myself this year.”

Byleth considers. “What about Ashe? His restaurant opened last month, didn’t it? If you call him this week, he’ll have over a month to prepare for everything. We already know the food is good so I don’t think that’ll be an issue.”

“I hadn’t even thought of that. I had been looking into so many of these fancy catering places Dedue sent me. I didn’t even realize I could commission a restaurant.”

Byleth taps his nose with her index finger and winks. “That’s why I’m here.”

Byleth wakes up with a gasp. Her hair is stuck to the back of her neck and she feels entirely too hot. She twists on the bed, sliding out from under Dimitri’s heavy arm, trying not to wake him. She kicks back the covers and sits up. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she risks at glance at Dimitri.

His brow is furrowed now that she’s not tucked under his arm, but the rest of his body is dead still in his sleep. She exhales and pushes off the bed, heading for the adjoining bathroom. She closes herself in the dark room before she turns the light on.

She curls her hands in the edge of the sink and stares down her reflection. Her skin is pale and she can clearly see the dark circles under her eyes. She rubs her face, but only succeeds in mussing one of her eyebrows so the hairs in it stick out in every direction.

She runs some cold water into the sink and washes her hands. The water almost burns against her too-warm skin and she shuts it off, staring into the sink as the droplets of water roll off her fingers. Byleth looks at the line of bottles along the edge of the sink: hand soap, her facewash, Dimitri’s shaving cream, hand lotion, her make-up remover, and Dimitri’s cologne. Their things are mixed so casually and completely that Byleth can hardly remember what it was like to have her own bathroom in her tiny apartment before she and Dimitri had moved in together.

Her dream is still unsettling her and she’s entirely too warm to even consider going back to bed. She fiddles with the silver chain around her neck and rubs her thumb over the looped pendant on the end of it. The metal is warm from resting against her skin and Byleth feels a little lightheaded.

She grabs a hair tie and pulls her hair into a bun, trying to keep it off her neck, but that doesn’t even give her much relief. She’s still too hot and uncomfortable and tired and it’s awful. Finally, in a last ditch effort, she strips out of the too big t-shirt she had stolen from Dimitri and turns the shower on.

She keeps the water at a lukewarm temperature because ice cold showers are definitely not super good for the body. She lets her hair down again and runs her fingers through it, pulling through tangles in the mint green locks. She stares at the wall of the shower and watches water droplets roll over the tiles over and over again.

She thinks of raindrops and the way that it had rained that day. She thinks of blood on her hands and hard pavement beneath her knees. A lump swells in her throat and she sinks to the ground, sitting on the floor of the shower as water pours over her. Byleth looks at her hands and can basically watch the red oozing from them become diluted and run down her arms before draining out of the shower.

Distantly, Byleth hears the bathroom door open and the shuffling of footsteps. Metal scrapes on metal as the shower curtain is drawn back. The water is shut off and Byleth blinks through the droplets caught in her eyelashes as she looks up. A fuzzy towel wraps around her and she is about to stand on her own when strong arms lift her, soaked and wrapped in a towel, off the ground and out of the shower.

She tries to complain, but Dimitri doesn’t let her. He sets her on her feet on the bathroom floor and pulls the towel tighter around her shoulders. He grabs a second towel and starts gently wiping her face and neck before he starts on her hair. He wraps the towel around her hair and rubs it, drying her hair with friction until it hangs, only partly wet, around her shoulders.

Byleth curls her fingers into the towel and looks up at Dimitri. “I’m sorry I woke you,” she mumbles.

He draws her into a hug and Byleth’s face is practically smushed against Dimitri’s bare chest. He is warm and Byleth realizes that her stifling heat had given way to a frigid cold that permeates her being. Dimitri holds her close and rests his head atop hers.

“Don’t apologize for that,” he says sternly. He leans back just enough so that he can look into her eyes. “Are you alright?”

She sighs and steps out of his arms. She dries herself and tugs her discarded shirt back on. It clings to her hips and chest with residual water. Dimitri doesn’t say anything else, he just watches her dress patiently.

“I had the dream again,” Byleth finally admits. “I woke up hot and I just needed to cool down.”

Dimitri’s gaze softens and he holds out a hand. She takes it and he leads her out of the bathroom, shutting the light off. In the dark of their bedroom, he tugs her to the bed and sits on the edge of it. Byleth pushes his shoulder back with the hand not holding hers and he complies, lying down. She basically crawls on top of him, tucking her head under his chin as his arms wrap around her.

Dimitri breathes deeply and calmly and pulls the blankets up over them. Byleth burrows into him and tilts her head so that she can kiss his collarbone. Dimitri’s arms tighten and his fingers grip the fabric of the t-shirt. Byleth loops one of her legs behind one of his knees and closes her eyes.

It is far from the first night that horrid dreams have awoken one of them. Byleth has nightmares of the night her father was stabbed and Dimitri dreams of gunshots and fire from when the hotel he was at with his parents was attacked.

In the years they’ve been together, they’ve fallen into an easy rhythm of comfort when one of them wakes up from a bad dream. Byleth likes to be close to Dimitri with her head on his chest so that she can fall back asleep hearing the hum of his heartbeat. Dimitri likes to have her run her fingers through his hair and for her to hum and whisper to him until he manages to fall asleep.

With the stressful few weeks they’ve been having, they had both been mostly too exhausted to dream when they slept, but there is always an exception.

Dimitri falls back asleep faster than she does and she notices the moment his breathing becomes deeper and his grip loosens a tiny bit. She angles her head until her neck aches and reaches a hand up to brush aside some of his blonde hair. It’s getting long and could probably use a trim soon. She smiles to herself, letting go of the grief that had stricken her from the dream, and just listens to Dimitri’s heartbeat thrumming rhythmically beneath her.

“I love you,” she breathes into the darkness of the room.

Unconsciously, his arm twitches around her, and Byleth smiles. She closes her eyes and calls to the darkness of sleep. She doesn’t dream again that night.

In the chaos of the two weeks leading up to the gala, Byleth picks Dimitri’s tux up from the tailor, finalizes the menu with Ashe, writes the cheque to pay the musicians ahead of time, and stays up until 4 in the morning discussing lighting and garland decorations with Hilda. Dimitri is run ragged as well, and most nights they pass out on the bed without hardly as much as a chaste kiss goodnight.

The gala is in six days and Byleth stares into her closet and realizes her greatest mistake: she doesn’t have a dress for herself.

She bangs her head against the closet door as she stares at the black dress she wore last year and the white and blue one she wore the year before. “Fuck,” she mutters.

Dimitri pokes his head out of the bathroom, a toothbrush in his mouth. “By?”

She waves him off. “I’m an idiot, but it’s fine.”

He disappears for a moment and she hears water run in the sink. She closes the closet door and turns to see Dimitri emerging from the bathroom, pulling his hair into his little hair bun. He’s still looking at her curiously.

“I’ve spent all this time making sure that the napkins will match the tablecloths with Hilda and I didn’t buy a goddamn dress,” she moans. Dimitri bursts out laughing and Byleth glares at him. “Don’t laugh at my pain!”

He walks over to her, places his hands on her biceps, and squeezes lightly. “Don’t be mad,” he says lightly. He releases her and walks to his closet behind her.

Byleth follows him curiously and Dimitri pulls out a white box with a silver ribbon tied around it. Her jaw drops.

“Dimitri,” she starts.

He shakes his head. “Please don’t complain about the money, By.” She folds her arms and looks between him and the fancy box. “How did you even figure that I hadn’t bought a dress yet?”

“Mercedes, mostly,” he admits. “She, Annette and Hilda have been keeping me updated. Mercedes said you went shopping with her and Annette, but that you barely looked for yourself. Hilda has also been keeping you off the subject of dresses on purpose, even though she had been dying to style you herself.”

She frowns. “And this?” He smiles at her and holds the box out. “Dorothea and Ingrid picked it out with Hilda’s approval.”

Byleth sighs and takes the box. She places it on the bed and removes the lid. She peels back a layer of tissue paper and takes in the beautiful dress in the box. It’s silver and sparkly and made of a light material that won’t be clunky. She lifts it up and admires the loose long sleeves and the wrap it ties to in the front. It has a deep v-neck in the front and a matching v-cut in the back. It’s absolutely stunning.

She stares at Dimitri. “I don’t know what to say.” He smiles wider. “Try it on,” he suggests.

Byleth knows that normally she would have taken the dress and slipped into the bathroom to change, but she’s still almost a little annoyed that Dimitri went behind her back with her friends to get her the dress. She turns her back to him and sweeps her hair over her shoulder, baring the zipper on her shirt for him.

“Unzip?” she requests.

He slides the zipper down and steps back, giving her plenty of space to move past him to the bathroom. Byleth hides a grin as she instead slides her shirt off and shimmies out of her work skirt. She turns back to face Dimitri and notices he has gone completely red, but he’s watching her with an unreadable expression on his face.

Byleth holds eye contact with him as she unclasps her bra and reaches for the dress. She secures the dress, fitting her arms through the draping, sparkly sleeves and fastens the wrap tie at the front. Dimitri is still staring at her. His blush has faded a bit and now there’s a darker, heavy edge to his gaze and Byleth steps close to him and trails her finger down his chest over the white t-shirt he’s wearing.

She glances down at the dress. It fits her perfectly and it helps that from the angle Dimitri now has, he’ll look straight down exactly where she wants him to when he tries to take it in.

“I like it,” she says.

“You should hang it up,” he suggests, his voice low.

Byleth kisses him and Dimitri pulls her flush against him as he kisses her back. He pulls back after a second.

“Seriously, take the dress off or I’m going to rip it and then you’re still going to need a dress for next week.”

Byleth laughs.

“Hey, By,” Dimitri calls from the kitchen.

She twists on the couch and looks back at him. “Yeah?”

“Can you grab me the wine from the fridge?”

Byleth places the stack of exams she had been marking down on the coffee table and walks into the kitchen. Dimitri is cooking dinner tonight and he’s making some kind skillet chicken with a cream sauce. Dedue had given him the recipe a few months ago and he had made the recipe once before and it was delicious.

Byleth opens the fridge and grabs the open bottle of cheap white that they’ve been using to cook. She’s about to close the fridge when she sees something that definitely doesn’t belong in the fridge behind where the bottle was. She stares at it dumbly for a moment before she grabs the small black box and takes both the wine and the box out of the fridge.

She turns the box over in her hand, confused. It’s a black cube with one inch dimensions and a seam along the centre where it can be opened. She places the wine bottle on the counter and studies the box with both hands, feeling confused as well as mildly alarmed. Finally, her curiosity gets the best of her and she pries it open along the seam.

Inside the box, nestled in what looks like silk is a silver ring with an emerald set in the centre. Byleth almost drops it.

She spins to face Dimitri, brandishing the box at him and finds empty air at eye level because her boyfriend has dropped to one knee in the middle of their kitchen like an idiot. He’s grinning at her and Byleth wants to hit him.

“Byleth,” he starts and she scowls.

“What the fuck, Dimitri!” she exclaims, cutting him off.

He chuckles and reaches for the hand that’s not holding the ring box. “Marry me?” he asks.

Byleth drops down to her knees and throws herself against him, hugging him as tightly as she can while not displacing the ring from the box she’s still holding. “Of course I’ll marry you, you absolute fool.”

Dimitri entangles her arms from his neck until he can hold both of her wrists in front of him. He takes the ring box from her and removes the ring from the box, holding it out to her. Byleth offers her hand to him and he slides the ring onto her ring finger. Kneeling on the kitchen floor together, Byleth studies the ring.

It’s beautiful. Now that she’s not completely taken aback, she can appreciate the two little diamonds on either side of the large emerald and the emerald. She had always kind of pegged Dimitri has a gold ring and huge diamond kind of guy, but looking at the ring he picked out for her, she had had him wrong.

She tears her eyes from the ring and looks at him. “The fridge? Really?”

He shrugs. “I like simple and I know you do too."

She leans forward to kiss him lightly on the lips. “Still stupid,” she points out.

“You said yes,” he counters.

Byleth stands up and offers him a hand, pulling him to his feet. “I was always going to. You had to know that.”

Dimitri places a hand on her waist and reels her in, pressing them together, and kissing her firmly. He pulls back after a second to brush some of her hair back.

“You can’t blame a guy for being nervous.”

She punches his shoulder. “I can, kind of.”

Dimitri laughs and kisses her forehead. “Well, I apologize then.”

She smiles and twists the ring on her finger. “Is this the kind of announcement that you want to make at the gala?”

Dimitri’s expression tightens and he sighs. “No, not particularly.”

Byleth unclasps the necklace around her neck and pools the chain in her hand. She pulls the ring off her finger and slides it onto the chain so it hangs next to her father’s pendant. She rehooks the chain around her neck on a lower loop so that the ring and the pendant hang just low enough that they can be hidden in the neckline of a shirt or dress.

“There,” she says.

“Perfect,” Dimitri agrees. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Byleth says.

She cups his face in her hands and kisses him. For all the chaos of the gala and Dimitri’s work and Byleth’s teaching and the rest of the world, there was always Dimitri. And where there was Dimitri, there was Byleth.

The ring rests against her heart and Dimitri threads his hands through her hair. As he kisses her, Byleth smiles.

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serenlyss · 4 years

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Some Things Never Change

Fandom: Fire Emblem Three Houses Rating: G Relationships: Dimitri & Mercedes & Ashe & Dedue Summary: Mercedes attends a class reunion lunch and catches up with some of her old classmates, including one visitor she hadn't expected to be able to make it. Read it on AO3: Some Things Never Change

Now that preorders are closed, I'm able to post my zine piece for the Beneath the Banner zine on twitter! This zine gives individual focus to each class and its characters before and after the timeskip, and my assignment was to write about post-timeskip Blue Lions. I had a ton of fun with this light-hearted piece, which was my first ever FE3H fic at the time. I hope you all enjoy it as well!

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The door of the inn swings open with the tickling of a bell, signaling Mercedes’s arrival. She lingers briefly in the doorway, letting the cool summer breeze fill the lobby and rustle the leaves of the lush green plants that sit beside tall windows. Colorful flowers poke out from between the leaves, lending a pleasant color and aroma to the modest space and contrasting the dark couches and armchairs that await the arrival of new visitors. Just the sight of it brings a smile to her face; she’s only been here a handful of times before, but the familiarity of the comfortable inn is like returning home for the first time after a long trip.

From the kitchen to her right, she can already hear the faint sound of quiet conversation, the hushed voices of old friends reaching her ears and bringing a rush of excitement to her. She drifts toward it, the smell of freshly-baked bread hovering in the air as she pushes through the closed door and enters the dining area of the inn.

“Mercedes!” Ashe’s happy call sounds from across the room just before Mercedes locks eyes with her old friend. He’s standing behind the counter, wearing an apron that covers him from his shoulders down to his knees, and his shirt sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. “I’m glad you could make it. We’ve been waiting for you.” Wiping his hands off on his apron, he makes his way over to Mercedes and greets her with a warm hug, practically beaming as he does.

Mercedes lets out a soft giggle, giving Ashe a brief squeeze before he pulls back. “It’s been too long, Ashe. I was so excited when I got your invitation to this dinner, I just couldn’t pass up the chance to reconnect with my old friends!” she says. “Is Dedue here as well?”

Ashe nods his head, waving for her to follow him over to a group of tables near the kitchen’s open counter. “Yes, he’s just in the back grabbing a few more ingredients for our dinner. Did you bring tea with you? You mentioned wanting to in your letter, so we brought out the tea set if you’d like to use it.” He flashes her a brief smile, nodding to the stovetop behind the counter where a kettle is already heating.

Mercedes claps her hands together joyously, then turns and reaches into the bag at her hip for a small box. “Yes, of course! I’ll get it started right away,” she says eagerly, making her way over to the edge of the counter where she can work on the tea without getting in the way of the rest of the kitchen. Dropping a teabag into each of the ceramic teacups, she adds, “The inn looks like it’s doing well. I was surprised when you told me you wanted to open it instead of becoming a knight, but you’ve clearly done well with it. It turned out gorgeous.”

Ashe chuckles softly, rubbing the back of his neck in a sheepish, humble manner. “Thanks. It was a lot of hard work, but I’m really proud of how it turned out. Dedue helped me a lot with the kitchen menu and decorations, too, so he’s partly to thank as well,” he says, glancing down into a pot heating atop the stove. He picks up a wooden spoon and begins to stir its contents. “He’s still a much better cook than I am, at least when it comes to food from Duscur, but I’m learning quickly. He can’t be here all the time, after all!”

Mercedes giggles into her hand, nodding her head, and as she does, Dedue emerges from the storage room at the back of the kitchen with a handful of assorted vegetables and a few bottles of spices. “Good afternoon, Dedue!” she calls, waving a hand in the large man’s direction as he moves to set the extra ingredients down on the counter beside the stove.

He lifts his gaze at the sound of her voice, a smile coming to his face. “Hello, Mercedes. You’re here earlier than expected. I trust you were able to travel safely?” he says, his deep voice easily carrying over the noise of the kitchen.

Mercedes nods her head, removing the kettle from the heat and pouring a cup of tea for herself to take back to one of the tables with her. “Oh, yes, everything was quite smooth,” she replies, claiming the table nearest to the counter and pulling out a seat for herself. Cupping the teacup in her hands, she goes to take a tentative sip from it. “By the way, Ashe, did anyone else respond to the letter you sent?”

“Some did,” Ashe responds, “but not everyone was able to come. Ever since the end of the war, it’s been one thing after another.” He sets the wooden spoon he’s been stirring his pot with down in the sink and moves to dry his hands on a towel, turning to face Mercedes. “Sylvain’s had to pick up some of his father’s slack now that Margrave Gautier is assisting with the rebuilding effort, and with the Kingdom short on trained knights, Ingrid’s been working day in and day out to keep up with all the work that’s coming in. I imagine things must be pretty hectic in Fhirdiad.”

Across the counter from him, Dedue nods in agreement. “It seems that both Sylvain and Felix have their hands full helping out in their own territories,” he says with his usual seriousness. “With Rodrigue gone, all of House Fraldarius’s affairs fall to him to manage. I can’t imagine either of them have much free time. Faerghus may be stable now, but there’s still much to do, and that’s not even imagining the work His Majesty is surely wading through.”

Mercedes sighs softly, leaning her head on her hand. “It’s like that all over the Kingdom, it seems. Even Annette’s had her hands full with her work at the School of Sorcery,” she adds, frowning slightly. “She was quite disappointed that she wasn’t able to come…”

She opens her mouth to say something more, but before she can, she’s interrupted by the telltale sound of the front door’s bell ringing, signalling the appearance of a customer. Ashe straightens up, making his way toward the kitchen door. “I’ll see who it is,” he announces, but whoever it is beats him to the punch, stepping through the door of their own accord with the kind of hesitant politeness that could only belong to one person.

Poking his head sheepishly into the doorway is none other than Dimitri, to Mercedes’s utmost shock. Though he’s traded his full-body armor for more comfortable day clothes, he still carries a sword sheathed at his hip, and the thick fur cloak thrown over his shoulders only serves to make him appear even taller and broader than he already is. Still, it’s clear that he’s not lost his politeness since the last time Mercedes spoke with him, as he hesitates to enter, as though waiting to be acknowledged before he encroaches on the conversation. When Mercedes meets his eyes, he offers her a small, almost shy smile.

“Dimitri?” Mercedes exclaims, her surprise quickly melting into delight at the sight of her old friend.

Ashe goes slack-jawed in the face of the one and only King of Faerghus standing in his doorway, though he’s quick to compose himself with a wide smile. “Your Maj--I mean, Dimitri! What are you doing so far from Fhirdiad? When you didn’t reply to my letter, I figured you were just too busy to come all the way down here,” he rambles, clearly taken by surprise.

Across the counter, Dedue straightens up, as if on impulse. “Is it wise for you to be so far away from the capitol?” he asks, though he’s clearly just as shocked as everyone else.

Dimitri relaxes some, letting out a short, soft chuckle as he closes the kitchen door behind him. “You’re as strict as ever, Dedue,” he replies, his words taking on a teasing edge. “Don’t worry, it’s only for a few hours, at most. I’m… on break, you could say. Mind if I join you?”

Mercedes jumps up at once, moving to meet Dimitri halfway and grabbing him by both of his hands. “Dimitri, you don’t even have to ask! It’s so good to see you,” she assures, giving his hands a gentle squeeze and tugging him toward the kitchen’s counter. He stumbles a little in the face of her forwardness, though he’s quick to recover.

“I can’t believe they let you leave,” Ashe laughs, the corners of his eyes crinkling in amusement with how widely he’s smiling. “I’ll admit, I didn’t think there was a chance in the world that you’d be able to come, when I wrote you that letter. Things are just so busy, everywhere, and you must be getting the worst of it, being King and all.” He turns back to the pot he’s been tending to, removing it from the lit burner and extinguishing the fire underneath.

Dimitri takes a seat beside Mercedes as she reclaims her spot, tugging off his gloves and slipping them into the pocket of his cloak. “I wouldn’t say they “let me”, necessarily,” he admits. “I suppose it’s more like I… snuck out, for a bit. Not to worry, though, Felix agreed to cover for me for a short while. It was his idea, actually.” He grins at this, a twinkle of amusement in his gaze as he reaches for his teacup and moves to take a sip. “I was surprised when he offered, but I trust him to keep things from blowing up while I’m away. I’ll no doubt be in for a scolding by my advisors when I return, but it will be well worth it.” Glancing down, he looks a bit more embarrassed when he adds, “I wanted to see you all.”

Mercedes smiles, as softly and sweetly as she always does. “We’re so glad you could make it,” she replies. “Next time, you should make Felix come! Maybe things will be a bit calmer by then.”

“Maybe,” Dimitri agrees, smiling in a way that makes the corners of his eyes crinkle. His genuine smiles are easier to come by since the end of the war, a detail that Mercedes tucks away fondly. It’s been too long since she’s seen him smile so freely; he’d never been one for genuine emotion. Now, though, he no longer holds himself back from expressing his happiness, his amusement. Mercedes doesn’t think she could ever grow tired of seeing it.

Sitting down across the table from them, Ashe begins to untie the strings of his apron. “Say, Dimitri, have you heard from the professor recently?” he asks suddenly, draping the dirtied apron over the back of his seat for the time being.

At the counter, Dedue finishes up his preparations, setting a hot pan on the stove to cool, and moves to join the rest of the group at the table. “Last I heard, they were headed out to Enbarr to check up on how the local government is rebuilding,” he says. “That region has been particularly volatile since the end of the war.”

Dimitri takes a sip from his teacup, then nods his head. “I see the professor from time to time, when they come to Fhirdiad on business, but the Kingdom has dominion over all of Fodlan now. There aren’t enough hours in a day for them to do all the work that needs to be done.” He chuckles fondly, cradling his teacup in his hands. “Even with the Knights of Seiros helping out, we still have a ways to go. The professor always seems happy, though, whenever I do get the chance to speak with them.”

Mercedes smiles at this. “That’s good to hear. It must be lonely work, being the archbishop, but if anyone is up to the task, it’s our professor. I just hope they’re not working themself too hard!”

“It’s good to know that they’re doing well. I haven’t been able to see them much since the end of the war, with them being so busy,” Ashe says with a somewhat sad sigh. “I know they’re doing whatever they can to help, but I still can’t help but hope that someday they might be able to come out here sometime, to see how things are going. I have a new recipe I’ve been working on that I’ve been hoping to let them try; they always did like sweets, after all.”

Mercedes perks up at the mention of sweets, eyes going wide in realization. “Oh! I almost forgot, Annie helped me make these before I left this morning. She wanted me to share them with everyone as her apology for missing out. She sends her love.” As she speaks, she reaches into the bag she’d propped up against her chair and pulls out a covered container filled with about a dozen hand-decorated cookies. The little tan-colored cookies have obviously been frosted with great care, each one featuring different colors and patterns to give them a light, fun feel.

Ashe’s eyes light up at the sight of the treats. “Oh, wow! Those look amazing,” he exclaims, leaning over the edge of the table to get a closer look. “I’ve missed eating your and Annette’s sweets, there really are none better than yours.”

Even Dimitri looks excited, leaning forward every so slightly in his seat. “Yes, it has been a long time since I’ve had these, too. Yours always were the best.”

Mercedes grins, moving to take a cookie from the container. “You flatter me, Dimitri,” she giggles. “In any case, these should go well with the tea I brought, so please, help yourselves.”

“I’ll prepare the soup. It should be cool enough by now,” Dedue announces, standing up from his seat with a small smile.

“Thanks, Dedue,” Ashe calls after him, “you’ve been a big help setting all of this up.”

The container makes its way around the table as Mercedes watches her friends eagerly snatch up the treats inside. It’s a scene that feels reminiscent of their old Academy days, when she and Annette would often bake sweets for the rest of the House after training or during study sessions for upcoming tests, and the thought of it makes her chest warm with affection. In nearly every way, they’ve changed, shaped by their time at the monastery and the years spent fighting in the war, and yet they all remain friends despite having walked very different paths in life. It brings her a sort of indescribable comfort to know that, no matter what should occur in the future, they, at least, will always be consistent.

“Are you alright?” Mercedes is drawn out of her thoughts by Ashe, who tilts his head inquisitively in her direction when she turns to meet his gaze. “You’re being unusually quiet.”

Mercedes nods her head with a smile. “Yes, I’m just fine,” she assures. “I was just thinking that I’m very lucky to have friends like all of you.”

Dimitri lifts a hand to his mouth in an attempt to stifle a brief laugh, nodding in agreement. “I feel the same,” he says, eyes crinkling in fond amusement. “I would have been lost a long time ago, had you all not been there to bring me back to my senses. I am blessed to be surrounded by such kind and dedicated allies.”

“Hey, that’s what friends are for,” Ashe chimes in, reaching up to pat Dimitri on his broad shoulder. Next to the King, he looks like a veritable child, and yet the two manage to stand on equal footing, here, at a casual dinner between old friends. “Even though we never technically graduated, the Blue Lions house has always been a place where we look out for each other. That isn’t going to change anytime soon. I know the others feel the same, too, even if they couldn’t be here today.”

“Yes, you’re absolutely right,” Mercedes agrees. “We rely on you as our friend and our King, so you can rely on us in return. It’s only fair, after all!”

Dedue returns to the table with a tray laden with four bowls of soup, and the savory smell of it quickly fills the dining hall.

“Oh, that looks delicious,” Mercedes praises as the bowl is set in front of her, and it seems that the rest of the table is quick to agree, because all four of them dig into their meals with vigor. It isn’t long before the dining room is filled with the sounds of laughter and joyful conversation, and the clinking of glass and silverware on bowls and saucers. At this moment, Mercedes thinks she couldn’t possibly feel more content.

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pangtasias-atelier · 4 years

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How about this: Felix has been eating cake very often, everyone has told him, he can't stop. He'll grow bigger and will realize that no matter how much he trains he cannot recover his figure, on the contrary everything gets worse. Someone will tell him it's out of control. Felix will refuse. Sudenly he feels is about to burst and BOOM. It was a dream. He had fallen asleep without finishing his cake. He will move it away in anger "Im NOT out of control" After a few minutes, he will eat it. Ty~ :3

This one got really long omg. And after shortening down the ideas I had for the other Blue Lions’ interactions lol

But! Another one I’m happy how it came out. Now I just wish I actually bettered myself and took like actual writing lessons but eh, focusing on other stuff right now.(Still wanna make sure I’m not fucking up and mixing tenses tho)

This was really fun to write, so I hope you enjoy!! Especially since you’ve made a bunch of good FE fats for us and thank you for that!~

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Felix doesn't know how it started, maybe it was a spell, new ingredients, a better chef, but it was something. Anything. Anything but his own fault.

All of a sudden his innate disdain for cake was replaced with a wanton need for it. Everyday, he needed some of it to satisfy his insatiable cravings for it.

And despite the signs all pointing to a clearly obvious problem, Felix was the only one who refused to see it. Even as a bit of pudge began to form on his thin body.

The first had been Annette.

On a visit to House Fraldarius, the day had been spent in relative uneventfulness, the day consumed with talks about their territories. It was upon dinner that the mood had changed.

Unable to control her expression, the puzzlement displayed on her face on a visit to House Fraldarius is evident to Felix, his features tightening in a scowl.

"Just say whatever it is your thinking instead of keeping it to yourself like those mindless gossipers," Felix spits out, already scowling.

"I'm surprised to see you of all people eating cake, Felix," Annette smiles at him.

Felix responds with a scowl, his grip tightening. His slice of cake sits nearly finished, Felix almost devouring it entirely if it hadn't been for Annette interrupting him.

"You always hated the stuff,"

"Well, opinions change," Unwilling to deal with any comments over his shameful new preference for the decadent sweets, Felix simply stands up and walks away with his plate in hand.

It takes a couple of hours when he's cooled down from the conversation for him to leave his room. Unfortunately, despite the cover of night, he encounters Annette in the training grounds.

Casting a simple wind spell, the rush of air still flows faster than it should, both of their clothes willowing in the rapid gusts.

Felix catches the glint of metal against the wall, Crusher resting. Deciding to head back, Annette turns around, face neutral. Caught, Felix sighs, resulting with his hand on his hip.

"I overreacted, what else do you want me to say?"

"An apology would be a nice start," Closing her tome, Annette wipes the sweat off her forehead, her hair disheveled. Grabbing Crusher, Felix forces himself to not visibly react at the way she easily grabs it and carries it.

"Sure, I'm sorry for whatever I did," Felix grumbles. Crossing his arms on his chest and resting on the heels of his feet, Felix makes out the way Annette's eyes quickly drift down this time before they don't, Annette making sure to be less obvious.

“Don’t let it get out of control,” Annette offers, smiling.

Felix doesn't ask her what else she wants to say this time, biting his tongue back and blushing.

The second had been Ingrid.

The embarrassment of Annette noticing his slight paunch apparently hadn't been enough shame for Felix, his constant devouring of cake only worsening.

The small bump for a stomach grew into a large swell, clothes needing an upsizing by his tailors. His flat, sightly defined chest filled out with small flabby bumps. Yet it was his lower half that grew larger in proportion. His thighs became swaddled with a generous portion of overlapping fat, his graceful movements now slower and clunkier. The rise of his ass was a reminder to his size, his sizeable asset jostling about with each hefty waddle.

Annoyed with having a visitor so soon again, Ingrid's usual calm disposition was relatively easy to deal with. As long as he didn't raise his own temper, her's wouldn't rise either.

Except Ingrid had no sense of calmness, immediately going to fretting over Felix.

Felix who had been so agile and active. Felix who hated cake. Felix who had been

"You do know you have a problem, right?" Ingrid asks over dinner, her eyes on Felix's plate of food, the portion much larger than before. The clanking of his fork on his plate only prompts Ingrid to speak more. “Of course you don’t,” Ingrid sighs. “You’re too busy criticising others and their issues that you don’t even see your own,”

“I don’t have a problem,” Felix leans back into his chair before he feels the heft of his own body resting on him, Felix sitting upright once again. Yet even in that position he feels the way his stomach seeps onto his thighs.

“Really Felix?” Ingrid frowns, pushing her hair to the side.

“I can work it off,” Felix gives in, only partially.

“Then you would have already,” Ingrid fights back. “It’s getting out of control,”

Yet no matter how much further she goes, Felix refuses to admit his issue. And so by the time Ingrid’s entourage and ride arrives, she finds it far better to simply leave and free herself of Felix’s own stubbornness than to deal with even more back and forth arguments.

Nothing learned, Felix pays no heed to Ingrid’s words, cake far more important. Any kind he could get his greedy hands on would do. Chocolate, vanilla, strawberry shortcake, cheesecake, lemon, regardless of the flavour, Felix felt the need to devour it all the same.

His sense of time lessening, the only truly memorable moments was when he was stuffing himself with the delicious sweet contents of cake.

His waistline suffering for it, his own remarks of training off the extra abundant inches off his waist never came. Soon, walking became more difficult, chairs became too weak, doors too narrow, clothes too revealing. To Felix, everything else had an issue except himself. Even as he continued to grow fatter and fatter.

Most likely through Ingrid’s meddling, soon other former members of the Blue Lions came to check up on him.

The third had been Mercedes.

Her charitable nature and nice sensibility had led to her coddling him on her first day, Mercedes even baking a cake for Felix. That had apparently been a test, Felix failing it when he finished it in one sitting. Her kind coddling was only met with more detest on Felix’s end.

Felix undeniably fat, his poorly fitting outfit was only more cause of concern on Mercedes’ end. Instead he had merely thanked her for the cake before waddling away, his shelf of an ass wobbling behind him all the while.

The fourth and fifth had been Ashe and Dedue together.

The two specializing in cooking, Ashe’s own successful inn clearly showed on his short frame, Ashe containing a paunch. Dedue was the same as ever, his figure massively built and stacked.

Whereas Ashe was at most chubby, Felix was obese, his titanic rolls swaddling his body, his cheeks marring his own scowl and softening it. And instead of hedding both of their concerns, all Felix had were retorts to Ashe’s own size.

The two didn’t remain long, Felix targeting both Ashe and Dedue for Ashe’s newfound weight alongside both no longer having the patience meant Felix had been free of their torment.

Some dedication to his training grounds, and he’ll easily work off the extra weight is what Felix clings on to.

But those days never arrive, Felix happily gorging himself on cake and nothing but cake.

The sixth had been Dimitri.

Finally able to take the chance to get away from his own dealings as King of Fhirdiad, Dimitri instead had to deal with an annoyed Felix. Only a week after Ashe and Dedue’s visit, Felix had overall been the same out of shape angry person.

Dimitri a passionate person, his scathing remarks had been the only ones to get Felix to shut up and listen. Pointing out Felix’s need for three chairs at the table, if he even bothered to walk instead of eating in his room, the way his body was inundated with rolls making even the simplest of tasks a chore for him to pull off, his increasing appetite that only would worsen with time. Dimitri had actually even made Felix use his training grounds for the first time since Felix could even see past his mountain, roll riddled gut.

The pathetic speed Felix swung his sword only made Dimitri worry more, Felix struggling to even get a proper grip with his bingo wingo arms pressing against the side of his moobs. Felix’s complaints and asks for a break were ignored by Dimitri, forcing his friend to keep going.

By the time Dimitri had left the next day, he left with hopes for Felix, Felix grumbling yet thankful for talking sense into him.

Except after a couple days, Felix’s own inability to control his appetite left him giving up, Felix merely reverting back to his gluttonous lazy self.

The seventh and last had been Sylvain.

Felix so far gone in his ravenous ways, the last vestiges of his own mobility was apparent. Sylvain had whistled upon sighting Felix, eyes wide open, unable to believe it himself.

Where Dimitri embarrassed Felix to help him, Sylvain had done the opposite. Ridiculing Felix, Sylvain did it with the intention of putting him down.

Grabbing Felix and forcing him to walk, Felix sweating and waddling by his side while he heaved and puffed all the while in between curses, Sylvain would tire him out only to leave him alone, Felix falling down to the floor with a resounding crash and staying there. Forcing him to sit on a single chair instead of the necessary four so he’d crush yet another piece of furniture. Pushing him into too narrow doorways only to leave him stuck inside, Felix too fat and wide to get through or push himself out. Barraging Felix’s entire body with powerful slaps to make his engorged body shake as if an earthquake had just occured.

Sylvain’s cruel methods had only reinforced the subconscious idea in Felix’s brain of why even bother. Unfortunately for Felix, Sylvain had stayed the longest, a month of disparaging remarks and acts endured by Felix. Sylvain had even left without a word, disappearing in the night.

Unwilling to act and far too fat to do so, Felix’s only companion was the increasing amounts of cake he devoured each day. The ability to one day quit and lose all of his weight always in the back of his mind, said day never came, Felix reaching immobility before he even had time to consider the possibility. Not that he ever would consider it, Felix too stubborn to think he’d let himself go this far.

A feeding tube in his room, Felix hadn;t even remembered asking for such a thing, his mind in a constant haze of cake. Barely a couple hours after lunch, Felix was already on his fifth meal. Each lasting an hour, he only paused intermittently for a few minutes, his hunger quickly coming back.

Bed completely covered in his own rolls, Felix can feel all his weight press down on him from lying on his back. Only able to stare at his tube and the ceiling, wiggling his fingers and toes are the only other things for him to do besides eating or sleeping. His ass encapsulating the bed and reaching the floor, Felix pays it no mind, focusing instead on guzzling the cake flavored whatever, Felix even uncaring about what it is he’s devouring.

Reaching a full state, Felix mumbles past the tube, his incoherent words a jumble. Expecting the tube to turn off, it remains on, filling his stomach with a torrent of cake. Increasing his complaints, the only response is his feeding tube picking up in speed, Felix gurgling as he;s forced to devour it all. Chugging it, Felix feels himself expanding.

Stomach rising in the air and cascading all around like melted vanilla ice cream, his breasts flow and sink back down towards his face, his numerous neck rolls meeting them head on. His thighs become even more dimpled, the couch sized appendages forced even wider to accommodate the rapidly filling thighs as they grow larger and wider. His ass pushes him high in the air, Felix groaning as his large room becomes even more cramped, his now blob like body filling it.

His feeding continues, Felix groans, his eyes half lidded as he continues to guzzle. His stomach stiff, the stuffed state of it feels oddly relaxing, Felix giving in to the tube. Suckling it, Felix complains as his body finally reaches the edge of his room, fat reaching from corner to corner. Huffing,the cramped and compressed nature of it makes him complain. Body seemingly one large blob with no definition, joints seemingly improbable, the walls begin to crack and tumble as Felix grows ever fatter,his eyes even hard to keep open with so much fat clinging to his body. The floor even cracking underneath him, it takes no time for the whole area to explode, Felix’s body rushing out like a dam breaking.

Jolting up in his chair, Felix hisses as he hits his arm against his table.

Alone in his room, Felix heaves as he checks himself. Nightclothes on, a simple pair of shorts and a shirt, the moon high in the sky notifies him of it being night. Grabbing his stomach, Felix grimaces as his hand wraps around a sliver of pudge. Sniffing, the aroma of strawberry assaults his nose. Turning to the table, Felix spots the remnants of a slice, a couple of forkfuls left.

Sighing upon realizing it was all a dream despite the vividness, Felix leans back into his chair. Glaring at the cake, Felix stands up. Bones aching, he stretches, humming as they crack. The warm covers of his bed calling and reaching out to him, Felix takes a couple of steps. His stomach growling, the hunger calls and reaches out to im as well. Glancing at the bed, then the cake, and then finally his stomach, Felix frowns. Grabbing the plate, he swiftly devours the remains of the cake.

“I’m not out of control,” He grumbles to himself.

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