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yanderelovlies · 1 year

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑

Trigger warning!: mentions of death and blood. Angst with little comfort

Note: when I said angst I meant angst 👀 also I already said Nohr in the last one so I threw in the whole cast 💜

Part 1: I trust you more than anyone

Au: diffrent royalty time line

Fandom(s): DachaBo, ft Nohr royalty from fire emblem fates

Character(s): Bo

War was stressful especially since it was on your kingdom's doorstep. It scared you to no end even with Bo at your side. You weren't blind to the odds of you winning this war, but you could let your people fall into the hands of King Garon. There was no telling what he would do with your subjects. So you fought.

You prepared your armor for the battlefield before giving your sword a couple of swings. You had never been in an actual battle before, but that wasn't going to stop you.

"A ruler's place isn't on the battlefield your highness."

Know that voice anywhere you turned to face your most trusted Knight Bo "Yes well it's neither a farmer's place either, and yet they are still out there."

Bo shook his head disapprovingly as he stepped closer to you. "The people know what they are fighting for."

"As Do I"

Bo sighed frustrated "Yes, but if you were to die on the battlefield who is to rule the kingdom? You have no heir to speak of."

You glared at him "Yes but if all my people are slaughtered then what kingdom do I have?"

"Once the war is over people looking for homes will come." He crossed his arms over his chest, his disapproving look never leaving his face.

"I'm worried about the people now, Bo."

Bo lets out another sigh but never says a word. He turns to leave, clearly upset by your decision, but you stood your ground. You will defend your people to death if that's what it came to.

That argument happened days ago or so you think. The enemy troops you've been fighting have kept you occupied to the point that you lost track of the days. Bo has been by your side, but never spoke to you or even looked your way. He kept the soldier off of you nothing more nothing less.

It hurt you but never had time to talk with him again. Now here the two of you were in the pouring rain cutting down one enemy after the other. Bo ended up a ways from you trying to stop cavalry coming your way.

When you were finally able to look up you were mortified. Bo was clashing with the very king you were afraid of.

"You are a traitor to the people of Nohr!" He thrust his sword towards Bo.

Bo blocked the attack with a shield before swinging his sword at the king "I am a traitor to no one! My loyalties lie with their highness!"

The fight was brutal each side taking a hit. Until finally the King's sword finally pierced through Bo's armor. The blade comes out of his back, blood and rain dripping down the blade.

"BO!" You ran as fast as you could to his before you were struck in the chest with an arrow. "...bo" yet despite the wound, you kept making your way to his body that was now laying in the mud with King Garon above him.

"You would live if you only followed your orders…" without another word he plunged his sword through Box again, and again till no more sounds came from the Knight.

"....no….please." Another arrow to your left shoulder as your right hand reached out for him.

The king stood up noticing weakly making your way to him. Garon scoffed as he swung his sword to his side flicking off what remains of Bo's blood to mix with the rain and mud. "Pathetic just like this dog." He stopped on the wounds he just inflicted on Bo before making his way to his sword at the ready. "It's Time for me to save this poor country that is under such a weak rule."

Your only focus was on Bo as you tried to make your way to him before it all went dark. Thus ending your rule over your kingdom.

That battle had been days ago now people were scouring the dead for any survivors or family members. This also included the young royalty of Nohr upon their father's request.

Elise didn't understand why she had to be out here. She wasn't like her other siblings; she didn't think she could take another person's life, not even out of mercy. It scared her. It did not matter to her father anyway as she was still out here looking at the dead ally and foe alike.

What made her stop was the body of the once ruler of this kingdom, and their knight. The state their corpses were in made Elise cringe and turn away. Did her father do this?

Elise took a deep breath before turning back to the bodies. She was sure they were no longer living, but she had to be sure. It was what her father wanted.

The closer she got the sadder the scene became. It seemed they were reaching for their already dead Knight before their death.

"He must have meant something to them…….I'm so sorry" Elise knew if anyone heard the way she was speaking about the enemy she would be in trouble, but she couldn't help it. "I Pray that you find each other again. Safe and happy…"

"Elise! Is everything okay?" She knew that was her older brother Xander, but she never turned to him as she began to think.

Worried when she didn't respond Xander got closer to his younger sister "Elise?" The closer he got the easier it got to see what she was looking at. Xander stops himself from grimacing at the bodies of the ruler and their Knight. He knew of the brutality of war, but it never stopped him from being disgusted by it.

"A sad sight…..if only they surrendered…..maybe father would have spared them…" Xander shook hisnhead as he turned to leave "Come Elise let's finish this task and head home."

"Can we bury them big brother?"

Xander stopped and turned back to Elise with a sigh "You know we can't do that. Father wouldn't allow it."

She turned back to him, upset. "Come on big brother we can bury them in their own kingdom father won't go there! He will most likely send one of us or his retainers to stay here. No one will know, but us."

Xander shook his head "your big heart is gonna get us in trouble Elise.." He look back at your bodies. He didn't like it either, but if father was to find out they would be in trouble.

Unless he never did "Fine we will bury then just outside of their kingdom."

Elise gasped then smiled at her brother "Thank you brother."

Xander nodded before turning away from her once more "now let's hurry and finish father's task so we can bury them before anyone notices."

Elise nodded catching up to brother being careful where she stepped. She knew her big brother would be a better ruler then her father.

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xsparklingravenx · 2 years

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from the heart

Title: from the heart

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Hopes

Characters: M!Byleth, M!Shez, Jeralt

Rating: T

Word Count: 4,682

Summary: Shez takes a blow for Byleth. While he's bleeding out the battlefield, he gives a gift, believing it might be his last chance.

Byleth doesn't necessarily understand his intentions, however.

AO3

Byleth was more than used to watching his own back. In battle, there was never any guarantee of someone looking out for you, never a promise of returning alive. It was one of the earliest lessons his father had taught him; if you wanted to survive, you had to be aware of every opening, every blind-spot. The first man to forget that lesson was the first to die.

Swords clashed. Metal struck metal. Blood scattered across the dusty stones of the little town they called their battlefield. It was easier with Sothis, admittedly. She covered his tracks, played with time when it suited her, gave him the edge when he would otherwise be at a disadvantage. She chortled and sang in his headspace, delighting in their prowess as their enemies left themselves open in disbelief. The Ashen Demon cleaved through their number like a mobile guillotine. There was naught they could do to stop him.

But, Sothis was not infallible. For all her power, for all her majesty, she had her limits. Time could only revert so far; seconds, rather than minutes. It could only stop every so often, and she weakened quickly. Her senses dulled, her insight failed. Byleth was still surrounded, soldiers on every side. She yawned behind her hand. Said, sleepily, “Take them all out. You can do this.”

A weapon was merely an extension of his own body. He swung the sword forward, magic setting the blade alight. Fire trailed through the air, screams following them. Above, storm clouds threatened to unleash their might. The first hints of rain caught Byleth’s cheeks. He turned, dragging his sword with him. Another life, ending at his blade. He did not feel the weight of it like many others in Jeralt’s band did. It was a job. His job.

His sword slid through ribs. Twisting, it caught another soldier across his throat. Fire. Ice. Lightning. He danced with the enemies, heavy and striking, never once letting up on the assault. But then, a gasp, ringing through his ears. Not his shout, but Sothis'. “Archer, south! Move!”

Byleth followed the order like she’d taken control of his body. The arrow bounced from his sword in a perfect deflection, magic swirling about his free hand as he sent a ball of fire straight back. It struck the archer front-on, removing the immediate threat, but Byleth knew that he’d made a mistake. His back was open. For every soldier he’d already cut through, three others were ready to take vengeance.

A blur shot past him, purple tones catching in his vision for only a moment before it was gone. There was no time to look; he was still in the fray, still taking sword blows from the front. His sword parried each strike in turn as a commotion erupted from behind him. Cavalry had arrived, though not on the back of a horse. Twin swords, impossible energy, a back hitting Byleth’s own. Two mercenaries, divulging paths, both converging on this battlefield.

“You’re getting sloppy,” Shez said. Byleth could picture the grin on his face just through his tone. He was free with his expressions, even if Byleth didn’t always understand them. “Good thing I was here, huh?”

“Thanks for the assist,” Byleth said as Sothis scoffed, silently. “We should clean up.”

There was no time for more than that. Byleth flew back into the fight, Shez’s back leaving his own. Magic and weaponry toiled again. Byleth fought freely, now, knowing there was someone looking out for him, knowing he could let loose. It was unlike before, the sense of comradery foreign but not unpleasant. Fighting was never for fun, it was always life-or-death, but this at least made it easier.

The skies opened as the final man slid from Byleth’s sword, as the area grew quiet. Rain plummeted. Shez fell against him, the back of his head knocking against Byleth’s own, his weight leant on Byleth’s back. They stayed there a moment, caught in the rain, taking it slow. Byleth could feel him breathing, rapid and uneven.

“Tougher than I expected.” Shez sounded like he was speaking through gritted teeth. “But, hey. We make a great team. Better than I thought we could ever be.”

“The battle isn’t over,” Byleth said. That meant the job wasn’t done. “We need to regroup, move on to the next area.”

“Yeah, I know.” Shez still sounded off, not as energetic as he so often was. “Can we take a sec here, quick? Won’t be a moment. Just, it’s raining. You’re warm. And I’m…”

His voice trailed. His weight shifted. Byleth realised he was falling only seconds before he did, twisting in time to catch Shez against his chest. His sword clattered to the ground, the other vanishing into nothing. Blood soaked them both; Byleth hadn’t noticed it sinking into his own clothes because of the rain.

“Where?” he asked, cool, calm. There was too much blood to identify the source. Maybe it wasn’t even Shez’s to begin with; just that of their enemy. Perhaps it had just been too much, the battle wearing down at him.

But Shez dashed those hopes with a grim smile, with a mild gesture to his lower abdomen. Byleth looked, spotting the break in his armour, where the sword had found is way in. He pressed his hand to the wound, only to incite a sharp gasp from Shez. “Warn a guy next time, would you?”

Byleth looked up. There was nobody nearby, nobody to call upon. Unlike his father, who could command light and draw forth from his faith to cast spells that knitted the skin back anew, he was only attuned with the reason and logic required to understand offensive magic. He’d given his last concoction to Ashe, who he’d seen struggling earlier after he’d been caught in close-combat. It didn’t seem like Shez had one of his own either.

“Can you walk?” he asked.

“Sure I can.” Shez slurred the words, stumbling the moment Byleth tried to move. He blinked hard, shaking his head. “Maybe not, actually. Did he get me worse than I thought?”

Byleth wasn’t one for reading body language in an emotional sense, but he wasn’t so dense as to not identify when someone was fading. He sheathed his sword, well aware of the stupidity of such an notion on an active battlefield, and pulled Shez’s arm over his neck. The movement prompted another gasp, followed by a barely audible utterance. “Shit, this hurts.”

Byleth recalled an injury years ago, before the war. It had been like this, an unfortunate happenstance of being caught on the wrong end of the enemy’s sword. He hadn’t noticed, not until Jeralt had ridden over with his fear in his eyes that looked unbecoming on such a stoic man, his name half caught in his mouth. It had been a slow realisation, to look down and comprehend that the blood was his. Like a broken spell, then, the pain had struck, crippling and sharp.

“I understand,” Byleth said, because Jeralt had told him that people appreciated sympathy when they were in pain. Shez snickered, which wasn’t the reaction he’d expected. “Is that amusing?”

“Yeah, ‘cause you say it like it you rehearsed it,” Shez’s grin was wide despite the pain he was in, despite how Byleth jostled him as they moved. “Like you don’t really know why you’re saying it.”

“It’s to make you feel more at ease.”

Shez laughed harder at that, to the point where he choked. His coughs rattled, and he gasped for breath. There was an alleyway nearby, and though Byleth didn’t want to risk the possibility of major infection or unknown quantities, he wanted to risk an ambush even less. Even as Shez struggled, Byleth dragged him there, settling him against the wall, away from the opening where Byleth would keep watch.

Sat against the wall, Shez went ahead and probed at his own wound. Byleth didn’t try and stop him; he knew well enough Shez’s impulsivity and was entirely unsurprised when he hissed in pain. While he kept himself busy with deep breathing exercises, Byleth began to shred his own cloak with his sword, keeping an eye out for any sign of movement in the street.

“What are you doing?” Shez asked him, his voice drifting.

“Making bandages,” Byleth replied. “We need something to staunch the bleeding. I have no medical supplies on me.”

“Thought you liked that cloak, though.”

“I do.” Byleth wasn’t sure what that had to do with him cutting it to pieces in the name of saving his life. He was certain that Jeralt would say that anyone else would do the same. Admittedly, he wasn’t very good at getting the cloak into a workable state; field medicine was not a strong point of his. Sothis had decided it was high-time to take a nap, so there wasn’t any help to be found there.

“Guess you like me more, then?” Shez asked.

“Yes,” Byleth pulled back Shez’s under-armour, examining the wound. It was short, thin, but that didn’t mean it wasn't deep. The sheer amount of blood it gushed made it difficult to see. Shez had gone quiet, so Byleth began to dress it. As he predicted, it brought some life back to him, Shez shoving the back of his hand against his mouth to muffle his shout.

“Damn,” he said, eyes squeezed shut, the rain running in rivulets across his skin. “Hah…can’t believe I rank higher than the Ashen Demon’s beloved cloak. If you told me two years ago that this was gonna happen, I’d have laughed in your face.”

“You have laughed in my face,” Byleth pointed out. “Just now, when I helped you here.”

“Eh,” Shez waved his hand weakly, dismissively. “Point is, you nearly killed me once. Now you’re here trying to stop me bleeding out.”

“After you saved me,” Byleth said, pulling back. The ribbons of his cloak were already dark with blood. He tried not to think about it too deeply.

“After I saved you.” Shez found it in him to laugh again, somehow. Byleth had never had much desire to understand what made others tick, but he wished to know what prompted these amused responses. There was nothing worth laughing about; not that he could tell just by looking, anyway.

The laughter didn’t last long, though. Shez’s strength left him quickly, his eyes turning glassy in the space of mere seconds, his gaze far away. As his amusement died, he rested his head back against the wall, body going lax. “So…hey. What’s the prognosis? I’ve got this annoying voice in my head that’s telling me I’m not gonna make it, that I’m an idiot for risking my life for you. What do you think?”

Byleth looked back out towards the street. Still, there was no-one. “Your voice is right. We need a healer, or you’ll die.”

“Wow. Great bedside manner.” Shez squeezed his eyes shut. “Can’t say I thought today would be the end…not even a big battle either. Or a major foe. Just some random guy.”

“Enough,” Byleth said, surprising even himself. The way Shez spoke incited something deep in his chest, something he didn’t quite understand. It made his ribcage ache. “You’re hidden here, which means you’ll be safe. I’ll go and find someone to help.”

He went to stand, only for Shez’s hand to catch on his wrist. Byleth looked back to him, unsure of what to say, to do. Was he supposed to pull away? Draw closer?

“Don’t go,” Shez said, voice a wispy, thin sound. He pulled on Byleth’s wrist with little strength, and Byleth let himself go in that direction, dropping back to his knees in front of him. “If I bleed out while you’re gone, that’d be a lonely way to die.”

The blood was watery, spilling onto the stone beneath them. Byleth looked at it, then at Shez’s face, raindrops dropping his hair into his pale face. There was nothing for it; he tried to pull back. “If I don’t go, then you really will bleed out. I…don’t want that.”

Shez’s laugh, this time, was breathy and empty. He still had his fingers wrapped around Byleth’s wrist. “Stay,” he said. “Please?”

It felt hideous. Final. Cold. Byleth had felt helpless before, but this was different; caught between what he should do and what was being asked of him. As he searched Shez’s face for an answer, Shez let go of his wrist, only to grab something from the pouch where his concoction should have been. “Give me your hand.”

“Why?”

“Just,” Shez gritted his teeth, wincing. “Give it to me.”

He gave it willingly. Shez put something cool and thin in his palm, closed Byleth’s fingers around it. “For you,” he said. “Just in case…”

Byleth pulled his hand back, looked down at what he’d been given. It was silver, dulled with age, but he knew its shape. A whistle, but he didn’t understand. There was no instruction given with it, no indication of its purpose. What was he meant to do with it?

“Why—?” he asked, only to cut himself short when he heard the sound of hooves, harsh against the stone. Byleth snatched his own sword from its sheath, the whistle held tight in his other hand. He was on his feet in seconds, marching out into the rain with blood cascading from his armour. He would hold the area even if it killed him. He had no choice but to.

But it was not the enemy. “Jeralt?” he said, half-disbelieving. Yes, it was his father, spear in hand, strong atop his horse. Fortune favoured them. Maybe the goddess herself, though he'd never considered himself much of a believer until recently. “Jeralt!”

His father's head snapped towards him, and there was the expression that Byleth recalled from years ago. Fear, panic, fleeting but undeniably there. He rode over in an instant. “Kid, what the hell happened to you—”

“Not my blood,” Byleth said, looking back at the alleyway. “Shez’s. We need immediate assistance, or he won’t survive.”

Jeralt nodded. Didn’t ask, didn’t waste time. He was like that, always had been; practical and calm, even in the worst-case scenario. “Got it. Leave it to me, kid, you carry on the fight.”

Right. The mission. Byleth knew his father would fix things, knew he could trust him, so he ran; to the next battlefield, to the next fight, the next unfortunate man to fall from his sword. But in his other hand, he held the whistle tight.

In battle, there was never any guarantee of someone looking out for you. But Shez had still looked out for him.

~x~

The ground outside the infirmary was drenched and dusty, but Byleth sat there anyway. It was busy, as to be expected after an operation, and he’d been turned away at the door when he revealed that he wasn’t actually injured, just looking to check in on someone. “Come back later,” Manuela told him, though her rushed tone hadn’t matched her gentle expression. “There’s no room for you right now.”

Time stretched onwards while he was outside, like Divine Pulse had lengthened the space between seconds. It had since stopped raining, the clouds lingering, but filtering some of the dying sunlight through the gaps. He held the strange, dull whistle up towards it so that he could have a better look, but nothing revealed Shez’s intentions in giving it to him. It made no sense.

“What’s that you’ve got there, kid?” Jeralt asked when he came by. He didn’t ask why Byleth was hanging around outside the infirmary instead of in the mess hall, or in his tent, or anywhere else where his time might have been better spent. “Someone lost something again?”

“No,” Byleth said, turning the whistle to see if it would reveal a secret or two. He came up empty. “It was given to me, but I didn’t get to ask why.”

“A gift?” Jeralt crouched down to get a better look at it for himself. “Looks handmade, if you ask me. Kind of old. Little crochety, just like your old man. Who gave it to you?”

“Shez.” Byleth’s hand in his. Words trailing. That glassy look in his eyes. “While we were in the alleyway. I was trying to go and get help, but he wouldn’t let me. I don’t understand why, I was trying to save him. If you hadn’t come when you did, he’d be dead.”

That thought troubled him. He’d lost allies before, of course he had; it came with the work. Why, then, was this different?

Jeralt hummed thoughtfully. After a moment, he asked, “You want me to explain why?”

“Why he gave it to me? Or why he wouldn’t let me go?”

“The latter. Don’t have a clue why he gave this to you, and I’m not one for guessing that kind of thing. You’re better off asking him outright.” Jeralt sat down next to him properly, knees up, hands resting on top. “He’s just a kid, like you. I want you to think about it this way; if it were you out there bleeding and he was with you, what would you want him to do?”

“Get a healer,” Byleth said. “I’m no help to anyone if I’m dead.”

Jeralt snorted. “Yeah, okay, maybe I should have expected that. Okay, let’s adjust the scenario a bit. Let’s say you’re wounded, and it’s not looking good. No allies around, no real chance of being saved, it’s just you and him, just like it was today. If you think you’re going to die, do you really want to be alone? Or do you let him go on the off-chance that someone might miraculously be around to save your life?”

Byleth clenched his fist around the whistle. “An off-chance is still a chance.”

“Are you angry?” Jeralt asked curiously.

“No.” Byleth knew what anger was, logically. He’d seen the rage of enemy commanders when their forces were on the losing side, remembered Jeralt snapping at members of the band when they screwed up, had been on the receiving end of many a furious lecture. Once, he’d asked Jeralt what it meant to feel so strongly, and Jeralt had told him that often, he felt it in his chest. Like his ribcage might split open with the intensity of it, anger, hate, love, joy, sadness, pain. Byleth still didn’t understand; the space in his chest that was supposed to contain those feelings was empty, and always had been.

Except there had been something, out on the battlefield.

“What is it?” Jeralt nudged his shoulder. “You can talk to me, kid.”

“I think I was…frustrated.” Byleth didn’t know which word he was meant to assign to that brief ache he’d felt, not really. It hadn’t made any real sense to him. “He was speaking like he was already dead. I didn’t know what to say to him.”

Jeralt listened. Nodded. “You wanted to help him, but he wanted comfort. If you were frustrated, then it’d make sense to me, especially when I know you can be stubborn.”

It wasn’t usually like this; Byleth was the one who listened, not the one who spoke, but this time, he needed it. “So, what you’re saying is that he didn’t let me go because he was scared to die alone. Is that it?”

“Probably,” Jeralt shrugged his shoulders, made to stand. “Can’t speak for him, but sounds the most likely to me. You don’t have to agree with what he wanted, I know you don’t, but that doesn’t mean that you can’t understand it. Sometimes, you have to look at things from all the perspectives, not just your own.”

His father left him with that, heading off in the direction of the mess hall, most likely for a stiff drink. Byleth returned his attention to the whistle. Stared at it like it might give him answers if he intimidated it into speaking. It didn’t, of course, but he wished it could be that easy.

He was still there hours later, when Manuela popped her head out and nearly shrieked at the fact that he hadn’t moved. She lectured him for several minutes on how he could better be using his time helping out around the camp, and then finally softened, inviting him inside. “Who were you here to see? We’ve got everyone patched right up, so let me know and I’ll send you on your way.”

Shez was right at the end of the row of beds, awake and laying on his back. He tried to sit up the moment he spotted company, though Manuela swatted at him and left them with a sharp warning to not make any strenuous movements. Byleth stood awkwardly at the foot of his bed, the whistle held in his hand while everything he’d wanted to say made a quick escape from his mind.

Sothis rolled her eyes from her throne, but he made the elective decision to ignore her.

There was no hesitant silence. No strange tension, never was, with Shez. “Glad you made it out okay,” he said, like he wasn’t the one who’d taken the sword, like Byleth was the one who’d ever been in serious danger. He looked paler than he did normally, his shock of violet hair contrasting starkly with his skin. “I thought I was a goner, for real. Was a relief to wake up here, let me tell you.”

Byleth held the whistle out to him. Jeralt had been wrong; it wasn’t been a gift. Shez had said, just in case before his voice had trailed off. He’d meant to keep it safe, to prevent it from being lost on the battlefield. Byleth was his method of doing so. “I think this belongs to you.”

Shez’s eyes widened a fraction as he realised what he was looking at. Then, he smiled, soft and sweet. “Nah, it’s for you. I meant to give it to you at some other time, but it never came up.”

Jeralt had been right? Byleth retracted his hand, looking back down at it. “Why?”

“You’re so good at open-ended questions, you know that? I never know what I’m answering.” Shez yawned, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. “Too exhausted for this, I swear…it’s my old merc whistle. I made it years back, but it means a lot to me. I figured I’d give it to someone who was important, but then I thought I lost my chance, so I had to be quick about it.”

It didn’t seem right. Shez had plenty of people that he surrounded himself with, people who’d been with him for far longer, people who made him laugh, people who looked up to him, people who hadn’t torn through his entire band of mercenaries and gone for his head too in the name of a job. Byleth didn’t understand, but he longed to. He wanted to know the meaning of it in the same way that others managed implicitly.

“But why me?” was the question he truly wanted the answer to.

“Same reason I jumped in front of ten swords for you,” Shez said, like it was easy, because for him, it was. “Same reason I drag you along for all those expeditions, too. And why I cook you food all the time.”

Admittedly, Byleth did favour those expeditions. He liked drinking tea on mountainsides or by lakes, liked answering whatever questions Shez decided to ask. He enjoyed sampling Shez’s cooking too, giving comments on the flavour, the texture. “Because we’re allies, is that it?”

“Guess so, if that’s what you want it to be.” Shez sighed. Closed his eyes. “I’d have said friends at the very least. For now, anyway. But you’re important. Can’t believe it ended up this way, but it’s true. I like you, Byleth.”

Byleth nodded, regarding the whistle again. There was another question burning in his mind, something he thought he now knew the answer to, but wanted confirmation on regardless. Before he could ask it, however, Shez beat him to it. “Oh, yeah, when I held onto your wrist…I thought I was imagining it, but I wanted to check. Can I have it again?”

He moved, sitting on the side of the bed, offering his hand to Shez. Shez took it, but in a deliberate way, his calloused fingers pressing into his skin. They were both quiet. Byleth rolled the whistle in his other hand, and finally, Shez said, “Knew it.”

“Knew what?”

“Your heart. I thought I couldn’t feel it before, but now I’m sure. There’s no pulse. Am I right?”

“You’ll never guess why,” Byleth said, thinking of Jeralt and Alois, how they joked and played with words when it suited them. Shez found amusement in everything, but he wanted to be the one to make him laugh.

“Wait, seriously? It doesn’t beat?”

“No, because I don’t have one.”

Shez didn’t snicker, as he expected. His mouth didn't so much as twitch in the faintest sense of amusement. Instead, something shifted in his expression, something so unbearably tragic that was entirely at odds with what he’d been going for. Byleth tilted his head curiously. “You’re not laughing.”

Shez blinked. “Wait, was that a joke?”

“Yes. Because people say I’m heartless. Don’t you get it?”

“No, I get it, I get it, but…” Shez pressed his hand to his forehead, a groan slipping past his lips. “That wasn’t even funny! I couldn't even tell you were making a joke. And, hey, you’re not heartless. Your face goes brighter than one of Ferdinand’s holy spells when I get you cake!”

Ferdinand’s spells were bombastically bright, Byleth strongly suspected that Shez was exaggerating. “Alright. I have a heart. At least, I think I do. But you’re right; it doesn’t beat.”

“Yet somehow, that’s still the least weird thing about you.” Shez shrugged, wincing when he apparently managed to pull at his wound with the movement. “Ow. Ouch, okay, I need to keep still. Guess I'll let you have that, seeing as I'm not much better. What were you gonna ask, by the way?”

“Hm?”

“Before I cut you off. I could tell you were about to ask something.”

Byleth hesitated. The whistle felt heavier than before. It was so small, yet it carried with it so much weight, unsaid words and unusual feelings. He knew he was meant to thank Shez for the gift, but there was something more he needed to know first. “I…wanted to know why you gave it to me then. At that moment. What made it right?”

Some of the colour returned to Shez’s face, his cheeks faint red. He covered his eyes with the back of his arm, and said, “It had to be then. I thought that I wouldn’t get another chance, and that whistle...I wanted to give it to someone as kind of a symbol. That I’d always be watching their back, you know?”

Like the final piece of a puzzle clicking into place, Byleth understood. He’d intended it to be a keepsake, if he didn’t survive. Just in case had meant, just in case I don’t make it out of here. Something to remember him by, if he was gone.

The thought hurt. Byleth’s breath snagged in his throat. He caught Shez’s other wrist in his hand, just like Shez had grabbed his in the alleyway. He was warm, where Byleth ran cold. Full of life, still. Possibility, too; trips to the forest, food shared over the dinner table, battle side-by-side.

“Don’t go,” Byleth said, echoing Shez from hours before, understanding now why he’d said that, why he’d held on so tightly. “I think I need you.”

Shez raised his arm from his eyes, eyebrows a fraction higher than usual, mouth parted in surprise. But then, there was his smile again, and there was his laugh, everything where it should be, soothing the pain in his ribs.

“Yeah,” Shez gripped his wrist back. “I think I need you, too.”

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#Fire Emblem Three Hopes #male byleth #male shez #fe3h #shezleth #My Writing

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oldbaton · 7 months

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I’m playing my first fire emblem game. Blazing blade. I want blinding blade because it has my precious Roy in it. But Blazing is on the switch GBA thing.

#if anyone has a copy of binding blade they don’t want say hi tho

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sweptawxy · 1 year

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Hello there, and thank you so much for looking at my blog! I’m not sure how things are done currently, as I am coming back to the fandom, but consider this an introductory pinned post to my blog and a promo of sorts as well.

This is a multimuse indie blog for the Fire Emblem series. Games included are: Blinding Blade, Awakening, Fates, Echoes, and Heroes. Every character is considered automatically post game but I am also willing to rp pregame, games before these series ect if you just ask! Banner by port-auroaicons Mobile Rules and Muse list || Ship Call || Starter call

#out of context;; rose #pinned post #self promo #fe rp #fire emblem rp #fire emblem fates rp #fire emblem awakening rp #fire emblem echoes rp

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fayesdiary · 1 year

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for the fe series ask: 5, 16, 23, and 36!

Speak Your Language Day Asks 🇮🇹

5) What game would you recommend to someone new to the series?

Hmm, direi che Engage sembra un ottimo inizio. Ha un sacco di opzioni per semplificarti la vita ed è pieno di citazioni per incuriosirti sui titoli passati!

Awakening è un altro ottimo titolo per iniziare, idem per Blazing Blade o Sacred Stones, specie ora che FE7 è disponibile su NSO.

16) What's your favourite world/setting?

Valentia? Valentia.

Tellius e Fates mi hanno similmente sempre affascinato, Askr/Zenith è fantastico per tutte le storie e crossover che ti possono venire in mente (anche se il worldbuilding... Lascia a desiderare) ed Elyos mi ha molto incuriosito 👀

23) Have you played any FE hacks/fangames? If yes talk about one of them!

Sì ma non credo di averne mai finito uno😅

Di hack ho provato Sacred Stones con Skills e Sacred Stones self-randomizer, e per quanto riguarda hack più corposi/fangames Staff of Ages (molto bello anche se è in dev hell da anni) e... Probabilmente qualcos'altro che non ricordo.

Diciamo che non ho tantissima motivazione di giocare ad hack e fangame quando non ho ancora giocato a praticamente metà dei titoli ufficiali 😅

Ho però assolutamente intenzione di streammare Sacred Echoes un giorno. Voglio dire, è un must!

36) Share a funny FE-related story, whether ingame or not!

Ok ho già condiviso alcune delle mie disavventure nelle mie Ironman qui, tra la quest per il Dracoshield e la Bone Zone di Celica, ma di altre inedite ci sono il massacro dell'ascensore di Sumeragi (Koto ne sa qualcosa, è il motivo per cui ora odio quell' uomo), il classico 1% crit e le volte che ho deliberatamente causato la morte di varie unità con la Devil Axe in Shadow Dragon

O ancora quella volta che sono riuscito ad uccidere ogni singolo personaggio tranne Sigurd nel prologo di FE4😂

faccio cagare a Fire Emblem ok? Tra l'altro parlando di Ironman, sto facendo una blind Nuzlocke di ORAS dopo non aver toccato un Pokémon da probabilmente un decennio e... Diciamo che sta andando😅

#fire emblem #ask replies #elegyofthemoon #my rambles #faye speaks italian

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dnenvy · 1 year

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Myrmidon Sophia from Fire Emblem: The Blinding Blade (Commission)

Commissioned via Discord. Commissions are open, 8 spots available. DM me for more info

#Sophia #Fire Emblem #commission art #commissioned art #FE #FEH #fire emblem heroes #fire emblem fanart #fe heroes #feh

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oneletterelliot · 1 year

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Current FE gameplay statuses

Binding Blade – I think I’m about a third of the way through it, but I’m not a great player and this game is very hard so I might be stuck 🥲🥲🥲

Blazing Sword – partway through, then paused when I realized it was a sequel game and I wanted to play Binding Blade first (might come back to this if Blinding Blade keeps kicking my ass though)

Path of Radiance – my first Fire Emblem game, completed!

Radiant Dawn – got all the way to the final boss, but hadn’t leveled Micaiah well enough to survive that one inescapable blow, so I’ve restarted 😪😪😪

Awakening – if my estimation of the game’s length is correct, I’m about 75% of the way through my first playthrough

Fates – Birthrate and Conquests routes completed, most of the way through Revelation

Echoes: Shadow of Valentia – I think all I have left is the final boss? I could be wrong and maybe the game is longer...

Three Houses – all routes completed (some multiple times because I am trash for this game)

Engage – hope to start next weekend!

Bottom line: My FE attention is all over the place lol. I think I should finish Fates: Revelation, then go back to Echoes, since I’m so close with those two.

#e has thoughts #fire emblem

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starzoomies · 1 year

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#polls #fire emblem #vanilla extract

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ezra-iolite · 2 years

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Defiant Sea/Oriesi (My first proper DnD PC)

(Just gonna use this image as a placeholder until I can properly draw her. XD I don't own it, it's just to show what she will look like. But in short, my PC is a Viking kitty!!)

Oh @exileandtrust~ Do you think your archer could be friends with this grumpy kitty? XD

Defiant Sea / Oriesi the Arctic Tabaxi Lv. 3 Spellblade Fighter

"I... vill not be joining you... this day, Arni... I must first... atone for vhat... you made me do... My love..."

Current campaign: Fallen Shards (Homebrew privately run campaign)

Current party: * Alley Von-Thrike the Valian Human Artificer * Culio Lightbearer the Fire Genasi * Dulla the Mountain Breaker (Mountain Dwarf)

Stats- Strength: 18 Dexterity: 18 Constitution: 11 Intelligence: 18 Wisdom: 11 Charisma: 13

Main weapons: Longsword (on back), Short sword (on left hip), Dagger (Right thigh), Ice based magic.

Appearance: A female Lynx and Snow Leopard hybrid Tabaxi, with golden-brown fur (summer coat) speckled with black dots all over, with black fluffy tips on her long ears and a black nose. Her cheeks, inner ears and muzzle are a dull white, with a black tip at the end of her long tail. She has only one expression and it's usually to glare with her piercing gold eyes. She wears a mix of half plate and leather armour, worn down with age and constant use, with a small sky blue cloth on her belt bearing the emblem of a white rearing bear in front of a sword and hammer crossed together... the symbol of the noble house that was once in Hilgarvik, a small village located in Nambia.

Voice Claim: (Including video below) Defiant has a Slavic/Icelandic accent and speaks slightly broken Common. Her voice is soft but gravelly, and always speaks with a growl.

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Background Story: Originally a captain of the guard in charge of protecting the small humble village of Hilgarvik, located under the icy tundra of Namdia, Defiant Sea led a small platoon consisting mostly of those who she grew up and attended bootcamp with. Every soldier was a man, woman and creature she knew by name, and together they fought bandits and beasts alike, all to protect the small village they all called home.

Amongst her platoon were her two childhood friends, Gellir the human, and her lifelong crush Arnleif the Half-Elf, who both called her Dee-Sea.

However, in a cruel twist of fate, Arnleif betrayed Defiant Sea and her entire village when he brought with him an entire gang of bandits and assassins to lay siege on the village and burn it all down, all to simply reach the nobleman's home in the heart of the village and steal the treasured relic inside. Thousands were slaughtered, including many of those Defiant knew since youth. But, with the village still under her oath of protection, she faced off against Arnleif in the manor of the nobleman and the two fought while the flames engulfed the village all around them.

It took a blind fit of rage for Defiant to defeat Arnleif, and by the time she sensed the battle's end, it was too late to fix anything... Arnleif fell on top of her with her blade plunged through his gut, and as he died she held him close and whispered her confession of love to him, knowing that she could never forgive herself for this but at least her secrets would die with him... or so she thought.

When the flames finally settled and the village began its rebuilding effort, Defiant fled from her village and headed to the mainland... to Kernai. For the next few years, she would train to hone her skills to become a Fighter, using her Namdian bloodborne gift of elemental control to become an ice based Spellblade user, all to end up as a mere mercenary for hire under the alias of Oriesi, no longer wishing connect herself to her past or her defining name.

One such job required her to journey to the Emerald Valley alongside a happy-go-lucky human woman, a grumpy, drunken Dwarf and a Fire Genasi noble, to a village plagued by creatures of nightmares simply referred to as Abominations, and the star-fallen Spire of obsidian and black flames that mass produce these Abominations to attack and kidnap the villagers. It is now up to Orisesi and her makeshift band to fend of these nightly raids and figure out the secrets to the Dark Spire.

#ezra iolite og work #law of the valiant dnd story #dnd5e #dnd tabaxi #Youtube

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daekie · 2 years

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HI DAEKIE can we get an uhhhh 🌼 + free choice just make some shit up

send me a flower emoji + a character name, and i’ll make up a fic about them that doesn’t exist and include a snippet from that nonexistent fic!

animal femurs ascribed to saints who never existed -- a canon-divergent retelling of the Silver Snow route of Fire Emblem: Three Houses (taking a lot of notes and beats from Three Hopes!) that focuses on byleth eisner and rhea, or: the way i think this route should have gone. i have very rough notes for the entire plot of this thing actually lmao and maybe one day i will write it

“Stand down,” Rhea snarls, and she forces it through her teeth in a way that barely sounds human. It makes sense. She barely feels human, right now, is as acutely aware of her draconic nature as she has ever been - so violently aware of the scales hiding under her skin, and of how she could destroy that human body before her if she simply let her control twist. If she was the Immaculate One once again. These years alone with what little remains of her family: they have taught her how much more severely she was slipping, is slipping, and how little she noticed the rot creeping into her mind until she had no power over the populace that could justify her actions.

Byleth Eisner, weakened from five years of coma and perhaps delirious from it all, barely moves their head to show they’ve even heard her in the first place. With their blade to Flayn’s throat, that atrocious weapon of Rhea’s mother’s blood and bone - no one here can justify moving, when it could result in a girl’s violent, preventable death.

She does not know what they remember from their last conscious moments. She scarcely remembers the details of that battle herself. But --

It has been years. So many, many years since she saw anyone new with those features. But she would go blind before she failed to recognize that hair color, or those eyes. Whatever Byleth is, right now, they are not Sothis; but she thinks they may not be entirely Byleth, either.

#flower emoji fic ask meme #daestuff #craftlands #fire emblem #nintendo #byleth eisner #archbishop rhea (FE16)

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hymnblood · 2 years

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I really gotta work on my fire emblem verse but like. Basics, are p much like. Guy of unknown origins is found in one of those secret bases for Thales' group ( w a name so unnecessarily long so we're ignoring it ) and was p much used for his powers and the potency of his blood ( yes he's still a god in this verse ) and he escapes after killing one of the people meant to keep an eye on him.

Even through the chains that kept him locked down, he was constantly biding his time waiting, waiting, waiting for an opening some days they'd show but be interrupted but others there was none. He can't remember how long he's been trapped under there, how many times he's been tortured for his blood, how many blades tore into him, and how he's grown so used to the way his body would knit itself together again over time. They kept him alive purely for what his power offered. It healed, it restored, and in some occasions with the right catalysts, it brought people back to life. It has even prolonged the life of those greedy enough to consume it.

But sometimes greed blinds people, and those that are greedy and ill natured have the worst ends. It happens during a fight, it's loud and overwhelming but it doesn't stop the anger that wells up in zagreus when his guard comes to wrench more blood from his body, and as he ventured ever closer, the small space his hands were allowed shifted and with a firm strong hand hed crush it around the mage's throat. This ends here. He remembers saying with grit and a snarl on his lips, and it's with quick focus that he boils the mans blood from the inside out. Gurgling and choking on the blood filled bubbles that spill from his lips and drops dead.

Patience, patience, patience he reminded himself. With the blood that spilled and dripped from his hand, he thinks one more time zagreus, one more bloody fuckin' time and he wedges the crystalized blood into the metal, digging and digging for what felt like forever till a creak sings from his binds and they fall, the chains still holding his hands secured. He thinks he can work with it, a weapon of some sort is better than any. He can strangle someone if needed and in the midst of all the fighting. Zagreus escapes. The light is blinding and fatigue he doesn't remember ever feeling finally catches up to him and he's found unconscious against pillars, hidden away from sight but only found by the blood from his wrists.

An unknown god of blood and life, but with centuries of trauma to unravel.

#kidnapping #??? yeah #blood #death #verse : fire emblem 3H

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rina7anir-blog · 7 months

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The thing is: when I started playing Three Houses I had wrong expectations thanks to its fandom.

Everyone said it's the best Fire Emblem game. And me, who got back into FE through Engage (and loved Engage for its gameplay, character design, story - basically everything!) was afraid that Three Houses would be even better than that. Yes, I was afraid of another game being better than my favorite. I was very narrow-minded and shortsighted back then but don't worry! I had my personal character development since then. XD

So naturally I was disappointed during my first run in FE3H. Especially, you guessed it, the gameplay and the grafical design.

I was so used to Engage's colorful design and the big letters inside the textboxes and the menu, that my eyes had issues reading the text in FE3H and my brain was overwhelmed because instead of just focusing on the units and important spots like ballista on the map, tried to register the details on the houses and walls. And that's just an example. If you know how the maps are designed in FE3H, and how everything looks the same color too, you can guess how much of an headache it was for me to play this game. And to make matters worse: the game uses battalions!

It wouldn't be an issue if I just don't use them, right?

If you know the game and consider what I just told: no, of course not. Because the enemy used battalions as well and every time you initiate a battle and the camera zooms in, several other npc are fighting in the back. Since you now know how my brain works, you probably can guess how annoying it is for me to watch that. There's too much going on on the screen and I feel like I can't breathe - let alone focusing what is happening between my unit and the enemy.

"But it's more realistic that way."

Well, sure, but I don't play games for realism. I got enough realism in real life.

Maybe I should add regarding the text / letters: I have a bad eyesight and I'm playing FE games on TV through my Nintendo Switch, so my fiancée is able to watch it. I can play games like Engage and Blazing Blade normally from our sofa. But Three Houses and Three Hopes (and the other FE Warriors game) I have to sit closer on a chair. You can imagine that's not comfortable. Especially since the screen itself isn't that small, so the characters are still huge, but the text is still very small, it's irritating...

Now onto my next point: the monastery.

The idea itself is really nice, I actually like it and enjoyed it during the first chapters. But the further the story progresses, the more it felt like a chore. The monastery became a hindrance between me and the plot. Until I finally just skipped everything during my second run.

Personally I don't need something like that to get closer to my allies. I feel closer to the characters in Shadow Dragon and they don't even have supports!

Blame my autistic brain, blame my wild imagination... but that's how it is.

Speaking of characters: let's talk about those in Three Houses and finally something I like about the game! :D

Where and how do I start...

Since I didn't knew much about the game, only knew the Blue Lions from my short playing of Three Hopes and the fact that the game has a time skip, I basically went blind into Three Houses. And although I felt drawn to go back to Dimitri's gang (since I knew them, as I just said, from Three Hopes), I decided to join the Golden Deers. In retrospect? That was a mistake. I should have went with my heart and join Blue Lions. Claude's route gives you a lot of lore and insights. And to me it felt like the contents were all over the place. I tried reading the books in the monastery's library, but got bored immediately. (Which is strange for a bookworm, don't you think?) I also barely remember any conversations and no special traits of the characters stuck with me. Aside from... uhh... that big guy, whom the game refused to give a proper, fitting shirt prior to time skip... I forgot his name. (It's Rafael. I needed to look him up, yes.) I know that he likes food and building up his muscles.

Alright, and I know Ignatz is an artist. And he's kind.

Hilda is lazy.

Marianne... had a "dark secret". She's also kind.

...who else do I remember?

Ah, yes! Lorenz! He's annoying. But also kind. At least I think his heart is on the right spot.

Funny enough I forgot Lysithea and Leonie. I needed to look them up despite them being two of my favorites from the game. Especially Lysithea. Leonie... I didn't like how crazy she was about my dad (Jeralt). And gave me the feeling I wouldn't appreciate him enough. Like, girl... He's my dad! I love and admire him more than you and know him better than you, so take a step back please!!

Dang it, seems like I don't have to say something nice about the characters either...

No, no! I swear, I'm not making things up!

I'm writing the text basically free-style and just go with its flow.

And I really do like the characters in Three Houses.

One thing I liked about the monastery is how it really felt as if you are a teacher. I really cared about my students. My children.

It was truly a fun time.

Until the time skip happened. And my feelings got messed up...

The moment I woke up, I knew I head to meet up with the kids. So I didn't care about that dude who've found me unconscious. So I went straight Garreg Mach. Or at least what was left from it.

Like I said: I played this game without much knowledge. Though I knew about the time skip, I did not know what awaited me after it. And thus I did not recognize the young man who suddenly stood before me until the moment he said "You overslept, teach!" And even then I needed a few more seconds to realize that it was indeed Claude von Riegan. One of my former students.

(Something else I realized, though many months later while contemplating why I started to hate Hilda: it was probably also the moment I fell for this guy. But that's a different story. One I don't want to talk more about than necessary.)

Anyway! One after another my (former) students arrived and joined us. Everyone looked stunning, grown up... it made me cry. I felt something like pride.

That's what I probably love the most about FE3H. You teach your students, (don't) watch them grow, how they deal with their struggles, anxieties, worries, but also hopes, dreams... You just want to support them, to help them, to be someone they can rely on.

That's... why I love this game despite the headaches it gives me.

Speaking of headaches...

The story of Verdant Wind left me unsatisfied. I had a lot of questions, none were answered.

When suddenly facing the ones who slither in the dark (I think that's what they were called) things got even more confusing and I did not understand how and why they revived Nemesis.

(Aside from that I was only able to beat the boss with a lot of luck because none of my units was able to land a hit or do damage at all.)

Jumping a bit back though: I had to kill Ashe at one point. One of my first favorite characters in this game but I didn't recruit him since it was my first time playing the game, and now he looked even more attractive after the time skip... I was heartbroken to say the least.

Let's leave it at that for now a continue to my second run where I joined the Blue Lions. As male Byleth this time because to my information, there apparently was no S Rank in this game anyway...

...

I see you have questions.

I, too, have questions.

Yes, my informations were wrong.

But also: why did nobody on Twitter responded on my question where to get the ring??

It's funny how people jump on you if you criticize something. But answering a genuine question? Hell no! Why should they!?

Yes, I am salty!

Why?

Ohhh, let me tell you...

This is my story about how I'm still unmarried in Three Houses...

So I was male Byleth. Back with my homies the Blue Lions.

I like Dimitri, he's your classic Fire Emblem Lord, I am on my knees for this man, I will serve and protect him. Say whatever you want. Azure Moon is my second favorite route, right after Crimson Flower.

I think it was after the time skip that I realized "marriage" is indeed possible in FE3H. And I was devastated when I learned the ring for this event is missable. I would have loved to give Ashe that ring...

But only female Byleth could and since I was playing as male this time, I searched up who else could be interesting to date.

And that, kids, is how I met- Linhardt!

First I just did it for funsies. I gave Linhardt presents, talked to him on every occasion, dragged him to events and later even on the battlefield... That poor boy was stuck with me, liking it or not. He was my experiment, I was his. We got it.

Still, I couldn't find the ring. And yes, I did google it. But it remained a mystery. It was also strange how everyone told different things on FE3H threads? Some tell you the ring is obtainable from Sitri's grave, others say it's in Jeralt's room...

I never found it to this day.

I still dated Linhardt during every route since then, as if it became an obsession.

In the end we never married but we're now best buds.

Someday though I finally found a video on YouTube where someone showed how and where to get that ring. So the next time I'm playing FE3H, I will definitely get it!

And give it to Ashe!

And Linhardt!

And Mercedes!

And Felix!

And Dorothea!

And Clau-

Oh, right.

And Flayne!

Why not Seteth?

Because my feelings for Seteth are those of a child towards their father.

It's funny that I was wondering about that myself. I knew Seteth from Fire Emblem Heroes and Three Hopes. And I really liked his character from there already. But not the way that I wanted to marry him. Later through playing Three Houses I learned that he is Flayne's father and that answered my question.

You know, I never knew my own father. I also only had a foster father until the age of 5. Even though I don't have many memories about him, they all are nice memories. After moving and thus leaving him behind, my mom had a few other men after that but none of them accepted me as their child. You could say I somehow have a complex about this...

Yeah yeah, I know that's personal. But I don't mind sharing it.

I have a weak spot for father figures in stories.

There are several fictional characters like that to me. (Like Zhongli from Genshin Impact.)

Anyway, that's why I can't S rank Seteth. Unless it would mean in a non-romantic way, of course. But I like Flayne! I remember panicking myself when she suddenly disappeared. I really wanted to find her, not just for Seteth' sake. (Though I admit it was one motivation, yes.)

I wonder if Seteth would agree with me marrying Flayne and accepting me as his son-in-law? 👀 But even if not, I would run away with her. 🤭

(also: I love their backstory!! I love dragons after all, haha!)

Now, I said Azure Moon is my second favorite route after Crimson Flower... Surprising?

Indeed did I enjoy Edelgard's route the most. Probably because it was different. Of course I was hurt fighting Dimitri and Seteth. (speaking of which: at one point you have to decide to kill or spare Claude. at that time my feelings for this character were so confusing, I thought I hated him and actually wanted to kill him... don't worry, I spared him. just wanted to mention that.)

But I never liked Rhea to begin with. I thought I could learn to understand her feelings and intentions but, no. I can't like her. In a different timeline I would follow her for Seteth and Flayne's sake. But only for them.

Also it was nice to see Edelgard's feelings during Crimson Flower. That although she did evil things, she cared about the people around her. And that cutscene after our final battle? It moved me to tears. Despite of how dark our path was, I wanted to make Edelgard happy no matter what.

I'm stuck between Dimitri and Edelgard since then. Plus Claude. And all I wish for is them being friends and allies forever. Even though I know that wish is impossible to fulfill.

I think I'm cutting this here. I hope my feelings for Fire Emblem Three Houses were conveyed properly?

I'm open to questions, though, if you want to know about something specifically!

Also sorry if it's a long, boring read. I admit I'm too lazy and short on time to style this properly.

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