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Blood From A Stone

Blue Lions Boys X Fem!Reader

Hello, my lovelies! I wrote this in an attempt to psyche myself up for these next few days as I will be traveling for a job interview. I hope you all have been staying warm these past few weeks (the temperature has been consistently negative where I am now). I will attempt to start working on my inbox once I return. This work was not originally going to go this far in-depth, but this is where the story wanted to go. Nonetheless, please enjoy!

Requests are open. The story will continue under the cut.

After what might have been a ten minute walk, Professor Byleth halted her Blue Lions in the middle of the woods surrounding the monastery. You felt the warmth of the late spring sun shining through the trees; an experience made more pleasant by the soft breeze rifling through your hair.

You and Ingrid had been speculating what exercise you might be coming outside to do, taking an opportunity to make conversation during the walk. Each Friday, the professor enforced some group activity - shopping relays in town, competitive hunting, blindfolded sparring matches - to let everyone better learn the strengths of their classmates.

Sure enough, you watched the former mercenary pull the infamous blindfolds out of the satchel sitting on her waist. A hefty exhale resounded next to you.

“Aw, come on! Not this again…” Annette whined.

No one could blame her; Dedue had hit her uncharacteristically hard in the confusion of his blindness during their match. She might even still be sore from last weekend.

“Now, now - repeating the same exercise two weeks in a row wouldn’t be much help to us. This is meant to build our sense of camaraderie, not our dread for the end of the week,” Byleth corrected. “Line up, please.”

You did so, shuffling into a spot between Annette and Ingrid as your teacher scrutinized the class.

Dimitri caught a green bandana in the same second Dedue was handed a brown one. Green for Ashe and Mercedes, brown for you and Annette.

“Teams,” Dedue noted.

“Please tie them around your foreheads. I’ll explain in a moment.”

A brown scrap of fabric landed in Felix’s palm, the bluenette bringing it to his forehead before Ingrid and Sylvain received their green cloths. Silently cheering, you watched Professor Byleth fix the final brown textile to her own head.

“Today’s activity focuses on both stealth and strategy. Everyone received a color responding to their team. Your objective is to steal all of your opponents’ headbands - the first team to lose all of which will lose.”

Immediately, Sylvain reached over Ashe’s head to pull Felix’s bandana off his head, dangling it in the air.

“One down, everyone!”

“You know damn well we haven’t started yet!” the swordsman snapped.

Dimitri grinned, “I must say Felix, I never saw you as someone to be so easily caught off your guard.”

Ingrid hardly held back a snicker, Ashe’s body practically trembling with a similar sentiment as he reflexively moved out of the way of the two nobles.

Felix clenched his hands into fists, “I’ll tear that cloth into tatters while it’s still wrapped around your insolent-”

“That’s quite enough.”

Professor Byleth eyed Sylvain, prompting him to quickly return Felix’s band. Not without receiving a moderate punch to the arm in retaliation, of course.

“The forest will be split down the middle in regards to starting positions. Those with green bands will begin on the east while brown will start on the west. Each team will be given one minute to conceal themselves, come up with a plan, and do anything else they see fit before I sound the whistle.”

“Your opponents’ accessories can be taken by any means necessary. While use of stealth is encouraged, feel free to use weapons and other advantages as you see fit. The goal is to win, first and foremost. Once you are eliminated, you are to return here until we finish.”

“Prepare to sit on your ass for fifteen minutes, boar.”

You couldn’t help the sound that came out of you at that. Dimitri’s eyes flashed over to discern your reaction before his face promptly flushed a light hue of pink.

“Wh- Sylvain took your headband, not me!”

The redhead frowned, lightly ghosting his hand over his new injury, “Throwing me to the wolves so quickly, your Highness? Maybe-”

“Oh, enough already,” Byleth huffed. “Off to the woods with you all. Right now. Sixty seconds!”

Newly motivated by the time constraint, everyone shifted to group up before rushing to their respective sides.

You weaved between the trees, Professor Byleth following close behind as you trailed Dedue and Annette. Not long after you reached a central-western location, Felix instantly pulled the two in front of you aside.

“...-ce at the northern end of the forest where the dirt is…”

A bit confused, you shifted your eyes to meet those of your professor. Apparently, neither of you were invited to this strategy meeting.

That meant you weren’t needed then, right?

It was all the same to you. Better than the same, actually; an archer flying solo on a stealth mission in the woods didn’t sound like a terrible assignment in the least.

To top it all off, Professor Byleth on her own elsewhere in the forest at the same time? The anticipation would surely kill you. Maybe you would even see her skills more personally than you had on the few traditional battlefields your class fought on so far.

You were brought back to the present as your professor turned to you in real life, nodding at you before slipping into the shadow of a thick tree.

Sticking around just a little longer, you gathered enough snippets of Felix’s conversation to understand his plan. He wanted to make a hole in the ground on the northern side large enough to hold as many members of the opposing side as possible. It sounded a bit ambitious, but you supposed that was nothing new concerning the second son.

In any case, your team seemed to masquerade as the better part of a mess. You wondered how things were with Ingrid…

…45, 46, 47…

After a moment, you strengthened your resolve. The best way to see what the other team was up to would be to go see for yourself, right?

Swiftly working your way counterclockwise around the forest, you snuck over to the eastern side, crossing over only upon hearing a shrill note knocking against the trees. It was now imperative to stay hidden in whatever darkness would conceal you. Having a bow certainly made this easier in terms of mobility since you could just sling it across your body.

Even the animals seemed quiet. Accordingly, you were on high alert. Your movements became more careful, more deliberate as your heart began to race in anticipation. No stepping on branches or leaves; just grass and dirt. No bumping against the trees or sudden movements; just liquid flow and shady cover. Soft, swift, and silent.

Once you believed yourself to have rounded the terrain far enough, you stopped, climbing the tree with the best vantage point in the area and scanning the shady path where your opponents must have started. That is, if the ruined leaves on the ground served as any clue. Prepared for action, you took your bow off your back and pulled an arrow out of the slim training quiver you had been given. Patience was a game you were sure to win, especially in such a good position.

Nothing happened, though. You detected no movement, no flash of colors, and you eventually concluded that the other group must have had a similar idea. After all, most people are right handed, so they might have felt more comfortable countering on the northern side than from the south.

You were somewhat discouraged at your failure to help, but it was no big deal. Especially not when you heard the sound of branches snapping back the way you came. Felix’s strategy must have worked - there was nothing else you could imagine that might make that kind of sound. It must have been effective, too; you recalled an offhanded comment he made about Leonie teaching him something about traps.

Resigning yourself to picking off any stragglers that might have strayed from the group near Felix, you lowered yourself from your tree. Perhaps enough time remained for you to return to your side and assess the damages to see who was left.

Progressing back the way you came would be simple enough. Although you were intent on remaining undetected, you heard several branches snapping and some shouting up ahead.

Felix must have really gotten to them.

You grew close enough to the commotion to recognize Dimitri and Ashe’s voices as the ones yelling, but it made no sense. You had hardly moved a few paces past the tree you were in, and you were still circling the southern side of the forest.

Why were they being so loud? Did they lose, or did they forget this was meant to be a stealth exercise?

But that didn’t make sense, either. They were the best listeners in Professor Byleth’s class, barring Annette; there’s no way they would slack off now of all times.

Silently, you crept toward their shouts until you were brought to a wall of greenery. If you went through…

You didn’t have enough time to hide before they came barreling through the bush.

“Woah!” an ambush? And you fell for it, no less?

Ashe’s eyes widened, his natural agility allowing him to dodge you just in time. Dimitri, with no such skill, slammed into you. The two of you crashed into the ground, the prince scrambling to the weapon you knocked out of his hands as Ashe pulled you onto your feet.

“Come on, get up!” the archer begged you.

Dimitri frantically shot off the dirt while Ashe started to guide you in the direction they were running. You didn’t have a moment to collect your thoughts or ask questions.

The crown prince’s longer legs carried him past you before he grabbed your left arm with his free hand. Your right hand still connected to Ashe, the three of you formed a chain for a moment as Dimitri lent you his momentum.

A terrible roar emanated from the bush where the boys appeared, prompting you all to detach and pick up the pace. The sounds of three sets of feet slamming against the dirt bounced off the trees in the forest.

Two crest beasts barrelled through the shrubs, snapping branches in their pursuit of you and your friends.

“How?” you pleaded, your legs moving impossibly faster with the new adrenaline rush.

“No clue,” Dimitri weaved between the trees, his breath heavy, “where they came from.”

A wave of terror pulsed through you. All you felt were eyes on your back, on your friends, and there was nothing you could do about it. They approached, so much larger and covering so much more ground.

Naturally, your smaller size and unfamiliarity with the area caught up with your group. The demons pursuing you could simply demolish the forest in their path, but Dimitri could only get so far before his height forced him to fumble through a group of low-hanging branches.

Unable to slow down, you crashed into him, sprawling to the forest floor. Ashe had once again been attentive and agile enough to change course, but you and the prince lied prone on the ground.

A sound of anticipation came in the form of an unearthly squeal from one of the monsters trailing seconds behind you. If you did nothing here, you would surely die.

Upon noticing Dimitri had again dropped his lance in his fall, you snatched it and flipped over to face one of the beasts, contesting a well-timed snap of its jaw by holding the weapon up and angling it to act as a pike. It worked just well enough to force the creature’s mouth open…

…until the beast’s maw clamped down on the training weapon, struggling over it with you before it splintered and snapped.

Knocked backwards, your shoulders never got the chance to hit the ground. Dimitri had been given enough time to stand, placing his hands under your arms and dragging you back while Ashe shouted from another direction.

The archer’s cries were enough to split the horrific hunting party, though the only thing you and Dimitri did was continue running.

This is hopeless. All our weapons are meant for training, Ashe is on his own, there are no other fighters with us…

“We can’t keep running,” you breathed, looping around a tree to throw the monster off your trail, “something has to change.”

…Felix…

You curved around the forest, switching to head back to your group, “Follow me.”

The two of you determined that zig-zagging was the best way to outrun the monster, though if you slowed down, you would no doubt be back on the ground again.

Intuitively, you followed the path you were fairly certain Dimitri’s teammates must have taken to get to the western part of the forest. All the while, you silently prayed that your legs would continue to carry you at a pace fast enough that the beast wouldn’t gain too much ground.

Not that it could be helped; you took two strides for every one of the beast’s.

“Felix! Felix, where are you?”

“Felix!” Dimitri followed your lead.

A figure appeared in the distance, his fair skin and blue hair giving him away, “Why the hell are you two-?”

The shriek from the beast trailing you and the prince drowned out the rest of his sentence.

“Felix, where’s the trap?!”

“Shit,” he cursed, though you couldn’t hear. “This way!”

Pushing yourself just a bit further, you forced your mind to ignore the screams of protest from your body. Felix sprinted just ahead of you, his lack of fatigue allowing him to match pace with your adrenaline spike before he rounded a bush.

“Get the professor!” your teammate ordered someone you couldn’t see.

Dimitri rushed past you to follow the bluenette. Upon leaving the beast’s line of sight, however, he was yanked into the large shrub. You recognized Felix’s hand wrapping around your arm before you stumbled into him, entering the branches as well.

“Thank you, Dedue,” you heard Dimitri’s voice next to you, the phrase uttered out between gasps for air.

It was in the split second before the beast rounded the shrub that you turned your head and recognized the trick. The covering on the pit was placed in the path next to the bush you four were in. If someone hadn’t known to stop and take a route through the hedge, they would have fallen through the dirt.

And upon seeing Professor Byleth appear at the other end of the pit, creator sword drawn to lure the crest beast toward her, you recognized how smart your teammates really were.

The pit wasn’t big enough to hold a crest beast by any means, but it certainly did the trick to immobilize it as the monster lost its footing. A well placed strike to the crest stone on the back of its neck shattered the source of its power. You could only stare at the crumbling animal, its bony limbs reduced to dust. The only thing lying in the crater at the end was…

“A person?” Dedue balked.

You moved to get a closer look before realizing Felix still had his arm around you.

“Um…”

Absentmindedly, he released you, throwing an apology over his shoulder before going to examine the woman lying dead in what very much could have been her grave.

Unbeknownst to you, your body was beginning to shut down. Running all that way left you exhausted, and having done so at a sprint certainly didn’t make matters any better. Yet the second you sank to the ground to truly catch your breath, you remembered.

Ashe.

“P-Professor,” you coughed, “...Ashe-”

“...What?”

“Damn, we left Ashe in the forest!” Dimitri agonized.

Byleth’s eyes sharpened, “Understood. I’ll go find him.”

“I’m coming, too.”

“What?” Felix questioned. “No, there’s no way - you’re way too tired.”

“Dimitri and I are the only ones who know where he is!”

At this, the prince attempted to rise from his position bracing on his knees “Then I’ll go.”

“Are you kidding me? You’re a worse candidate than I am - you’re still bleeding from the trees!”

“Bleeding? I’m not-”

“Your highness,” Dedue cut him off, “your chest.”

Certainly, his uniform was ripped in places, blood pooling out from the cuts he received when he scraped himself on the branches, earlier.

“You must not have felt it due to the adrenaline. We should get you to Mercedes.”

Sure of yourself, you began to walk backwards in the direction you came from, “Professor, there’s no time! You have your sword, so if push comes to shove, I’ll be fine. Ashe doesn’t have a proper weapon, though, and he must have been running for a long time!”

Professor Byleth wasted no words, “Fine then. Lead the way.”

As the two of you picked up the pace, she turned to call out, “Be sure to clear that girl out of the pit! Get her to Mercedes!”

The dull ache in your legs became impossible to ignore once you ran back into the forest. Still, through a mix of retracing your steps and following the sounds of roaring and trees snapping, you managed to get close to where you and Ashe had parted ways.

Sure enough, several trees had been reduced to splinters and fallen trunks. The damage created a small clearing, through which you could see your friend. He looked really out of it, the forest around him a mess from the beast’s rage.

“Ashe! Over here!”

The professor hit the creature a few times with her sword, extending its reach to divert its attention to herself. Recognizing her attempts to hurt it, the beast reared its head and focused its efforts on Byleth.

She had provided enough of a distraction that Ashe could make it to you. Allowing himself a moment’s respite, he braced himself on his knees similar to how Dimitri had earlier. Breathless, the two of you watched your mentor’s skills at work.

The creator sword would wrap around the wild creature’s neck; Byleth’s obvious attempt at trying to break the stone. Each time, the tether was countered by a snap of the beast’s teeth, or her attack missed entirely. The angle was impossible from where she was standing.

“Fall back, you two - I’ll be right behind you!”

Ashe began to protest, “But-”

“You’re both tired, you’ll need whatever headstart I can give y-ngh!”

Her opponent had grown impatient, swiping its claws at the chain of her sword before her next attack could connect. The weapon was yanked to the side, knocking the professor off balance for a moment and sending the weapon flying out of her hand.

“Just go! I promise I’ll be right there!”

Willing your legs to move, you grabbed Ashe’s wrist and pulled him up, guiding him the first few steps of the way. Once he managed to find his footing, you took a position to lead him back to the group in the west.

You didn’t think you would be able to do much of anything tomorrow, after this. The taste of blood stained your every breath, your throat felt dry to the point it hurt, and you were surprised you could even lift your legs anymore. The adrenaline had worn off by the time you left Dimitri with Dedue.

The noise increasing behind you cut off your train of thought. The pounding of paws much heavier than your own feet thundered against the forest floor. Leaves crushed so loudly you could have sworn they were snapping logs, and the veil of the safety you thought you still had was quickly torn away.

What about Professor Byleth? She should have been on her feet, should have caught up to you and Ashe by now if-

“Keep moving!”

The voice next to you startled you almost enough to make you lose your footing, but a steady hand at your back and the sight of a flash of green hair at your side kept you upright.

“Over here, Professor! This way!”

Annette waved her arms over her head, signaling a new location nearby. They must have created a separate trap in the time you had been away.

But why…?

A snap at your backs inspired the three of you to round this new shrub at record speed. This time, you were ready when Dedue pulled you into the bushes.

“Woah!”

You supposed you had forgotten to warn Ashe.

Sure enough, everything else was the same story, just with different people. The Professor pivoted out of Sylvain’s hold in time to pull the sword she retrieved from her hip. The beast fell in the trap upon rounding the hedge, giving her a more advantageous angle to properly fracture the stone, reverting the creature to the body of a young man.

“I don’t understand,” Felix’s brow furrowed, Ashe ducking out of his hold and falling to the ground to finally breathe.

You were beginning to feel similarly. Were it not for Dedue, you doubted you would be standing. Your classmate seemed privy to this knowledge, as well.

“I will bring you to Mercedes.”

A nod was all you could muster while Dedue bent to put an arm beneath your legs, lifting you off the ground. The air you were practically drinking filled your lungs with more oxygen than you thought they could hold, and your resulting breaths sounded almost raspy. Respectfully, you ensured that your head was turned away from Dedue (though it was also to ensure you could get as much air as possible).

Even still, you managed to catch the final words of those behind you.

“Why didn’t you just take that girl to Mercedes and reuse the last trap?” Professor Byleth wondered.

“Well…” Sylvain, “there wasn’t really a point...she was already dead.”

“...then…this boy…?”

You tried not to focus on the silence that followed her final question.

A few paces later and Dedue had made it to the outskirts of the woods. It was where you all met at the beginning of the exercise.

Mercedes approached the two of you before you cleared the trees, guiding Dedue to set you down on a patch of soft grass in the shade next to three green scraps of fabric. She must have anticipated your arrival.

“Will she be alright?”

“Oh, yes,” Mercedes assured him, though her light tone didn’t match the furrow of her brows. “She’s mostly dealing with fatigue, but the strain on her lungs should be soothed before she tries to go anywhere.”

A moment of silence.

“Where is his Highness?”

The glow of soft magic hovered over you before you felt inclined to close your eyes. You tried not to focus on the strange feeling coursing through you - you still weren’t used to healing spells, yet.

“He and Ingrid went back to the monastery to consult Lady Rhea about all this.” She sighed, and you felt a pause in the flow of her enchantment, “I don’t really understand everything that happened today. It all feels so wrong.”

“I agree. There should not have been any crest beasts this close to the academy. The knights should have noticed.”

Another pause led to a stronger wave of magic passing through your lungs; it was all you could do to focus on breathing next to this weird feeling, but you opened your eyes just to make sure you were still okay.

“I will head back to the monastery as well.”

The healer nodded, “I’ll let the professor know.”

“Let me know what?”

It seemed the rest of your class made it out of the forest. Professor Byleth approached at the lead, followed close behind by Annette, and finally by Felix and Sylvain supporting a pale and winded Ashe.

As Dedue filled your teacher in on everything, Mercedes abandoned you to go help Ashe. Annette replaced her, kneeling where her friend sat just a moment ago to continue her work. Fortunately, you didn’t feel like there was much left to do.

“Right. You can head back. Take some of the training weapons with you, please - I have a feeling everyone else will have their hands full by the time we head back.”

Dedue removed the brown band wrapped around his forehead, adding it to the pile lying about a meter away from your feet. Picking up the discarded wooden lance, bow, and sword lying in a pile closer to the woods, he turned and wordlessly took the path leading back to Garreg Mach.

“My bow…” you remembered, testing out your voice from your position on the ground, “I think…I dropped it somewhere in the forest?”

Felix scoffed, “With the amount of trees those beasts managed to fell, I don’t think a bit more wood lying around would hurt anyone. The Church can just buy a new one. They replace training weapons all the time.”

“Take it from Felix, they’re used to broken weapons,” Sylvain grinned. “Repairing a broken bow can’t be much different than replacing a missing one.”

A small huff of air came from the swordsman’s nose at his classmate’s remark. Rather than respond, however, he just turned back to you.

“How the hell are you still awake after all that? I expected you to have passed out by now.”

“Me? Shouldn’t you be more worried about Ashe? Whatever running I did, he ran and then some.”

“He did pass out.”

Turning your head to where Mercedes knelt, you found your friend sleeping on the grass, uneven breaths heaving from his chest.

After everything he went through by himself, you could only think that he deserved to rest.

“Professor? What is it?”

Annette’s inquisition immediately led your mind to drop the subject, turning instead to see Professor Byleth lost in thought.

“I’m just…trying to understand something. Those people that came from those monsters - did I kill them, or were they already dead? How did this happen so close to the monastery without anyone coming to help us? And…”

No one knew what to say. You hadn’t recognized the people that died, not their clothing or their faces.

“Nevermind. We need to head back in case anything else unexpected is looking to find us.”

“That should be just fine, Professor,” Mercedes agreed. “I’ve made sure these two are stable. The best thing for everyone now would be to rest.”

“Very well,” your teacher began circling around to everyone, collecting their headbands to place in the bag she had left here earlier.

Annette extended her hand out before Professor Byleth made her way over to the two of you. Taking it, you attempted to get up only to be frustrated by the fatigue of your legs. A sharp inhale followed by a hiss of pain accompanied the feeling of Annette lowering you back to the ground.

“Yeah…might not be ready for that yet…” you gritted your teeth.

Byleth walked over, tugging the brown textile off your head in a fluid motion, “Sylvain, please help her get back to the monastery. Felix, you can carry Ashe.”

“What?!”

Sylvain barely contained his laughter, approaching you with easy footsteps and lifting you off the ground bridal-style.

“You’re sure you want Sylvain of all people carrying the woman that can’t walk? Or fend for herself right now, for that matter?”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got plenty of experience with this sort of thing.”

“...with carrying people?” you raised a brow.

Sylvain winked, “...with carrying women that can’t walk.”

Professor Byleth hit him on the back of the head so hard that Sylvain dropped you on the ground.

You landed, reeling with a small squeak and a light curse. Your breath came labored through your teeth from the incidental blow to your legs. Not that it could have hurt as much as whatever she just did to Sylvain.

“Agh- What the hell, Professor?!”

“You and Felix have done an excellent job of changing my mind. I think we would all feel better if you volunteered to carry Ashe back with us, instead.”

Now it was Felix’s turn to fight a smirk, though he was hardly trying. After making sure you were okay from your slight fall, he picked you up in much the same way Sylvain had mere moments ago.

Meanwhile, Sylvain seemed to be making a point to carry Ashe over his shoulders.

The seven of you headed back to the monastery together, Professor Byleth calling off her lessons for the beginning of next week just to make sure everyone was well rested. Annette tried to reason that taking the weekend off would be plenty of time for most of the Blue Lions. After all, you, Dimitri, and Ashe were the only ones that really suffered any fatigue. Your teacher countered that if she were holding class, you three were the most likely suspects to insist on attending regardless, no matter how badly you were injured.

Perhaps you left too good of an impression on the professor today for her to think such things of you. Regardless, you agreed with her, if only to save Annette from the pointed glares of Felix and Sylvain at the idea of rejecting a day out of class.

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frickingnerd · 3 months

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sylvain with a girlfriend who keeps getting flirted with

pairing: sylvain jose gautier x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

but he really wasn't prepared for it…

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

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

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

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

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

it's honestly such a wake up call for him

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

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

and sylvain is really happy to hear it!

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

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randoimago · 1 year

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may i request “you love me? are you sure?” from the idiots to lovers prompt list for caspar, dimitri, sylvain and dedue from three houses?

“you love me? are you sure?”

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Characters: Dimitri, Caspar, Dedue, Sylvain

Type of Request: Headcanons

Notes: This is very cute, I’m happy to do this!!

Caspar

Completely taken aback when you confess your feelings towards him. He just didn’t see it coming at all and had no idea until you actually said something. No matter how obvious you might’ve been.

“you love me? are you sure?” He asks in disbelief because again, he had no idea! Don’t get me wrong, he’s happy but he needs to process this information first.

Immediately offers to take you on a date. He doesn’t really know of any good date ideas though, but he likes to spar so maybe you’d like to as well! Or you can watch him and he’ll try to look extra cool for you!

Has like zero experience with dating others and so he doesn’t really know what to do. He knows he’s beyond happy, but he’s clumsy. Caspar does make up for his inexperience with being very determined to be a good boyfriend for you.

Dedue

Raises an eyebrow when he hears your confession. It is... unusual. Your feelings towards him aren’t unwelcomed, but considering who he is, he didn’t think anyone would confess. Much less you.

“you love me? are you sure?” It’s direct and serious as he asks. You know what people say about him. He knows the whispers and harsh words that get spoken. Should you wish to pursue a relationship, they might turn towards you as well.

But if you truly mean what you say, he will take care of you. He will protect you with his life and make sure you know he loves you in return.

Dedue definitely doesn’t have experience with romance, but he’s blunt and has no hesitation with telling you his feelings and how he sees you. Should you ever question anything, know that he is quick to give you his own love and tell you every thought he has.

Dimitri

Dimitri freezes when he hears your confession. He’s received his fair share of them as being with him would be a good way to help someone’s status and house. But for you to confess to him...

“you love me? are you sure?” his voice is soft and gentle as if he’s trying not to scare you away in case you change your mind. He hopes that you won’t change your mind, but he also wants to make sure you actually mean this.

Definitely nervous as he also doesn’t have a lot of experience with being in relationships, but he promises to make you happy. You will be treated right and he’ll do his damnedest to never let you down.

Expect to get many trinkets and presents from him as a way to show his affection. He gets tongue tied around you easily and is still nervous about physical affection, so he hopes his gifts can help show his feelings while he learns how to treasure you.

Sylvain

Definitely wasn’t expecting you to confess to him. Sure, he’s had countless of girls (and some guys) confess feelings towards him which he gladly dated until they realized their mistake. But you?

“you love me? are you sure?” he has to ask just to make sure you’re in the right mindset. I mean you two are close and you know about all his experiences with others. Why would you want to be with someone like him??

For a split second, he wonders if it’s the crest. You just got close to him so you could eventually get his crest for your own sake. He shakes that thought away because you actually befriended him first and he knows you wouldn’t mess with him like that.

Sylvain wants to accept your confession, he really does. But he’s hurt a lot of others and so he’s afraid that he might hurt you too. So he’ll need some time to think, but he promises he’ll give you an answer.

#fire emblem x reader #fe3h x reader #caspar x reader #fe caspar x reader #dedue x reader #fe dedue x reader #fe dimitri x reader #dimitri x reader #sylvain x reader #sylvain gautier x reader #fe sylvain x reader

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glowingbadger · 2 years

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I saw the Sylvain first time fic….and I must know what soft Sylvain early morning (or whatever time of day) sex is like with our resident ginger. He’d be so sweet and kind with his s/o. (If this is too similar can I ask for Felix or Ashe instead, pls?)

Y'know I feel like it has been a while since I wrote Sylvain, and he deserves some soft and tender morning love-making~

Total sidenote but I headcanon that Sylvain has freckles on his shoulders and arms and I will not be taking feedback at this time

Sylvain (FE3H) x AFAB Reader

Morning sex - NSFW 18+ V

A gentle hand brushes stray hair from your face as your eyes blearily blink open, squinting against the morning light until they adjust. Sylvain's own eyes crease adorably at the corners with that warm, genuine smile that's only ever been for you. He shifts closer to you on the bed and slides an arm around your waist as you stretch your back and shoulders. The sight only causes his smile to broaden.

"Morning, gorgeous," he says softly, pulling you to his taller frame.

"Mornin'," you mumble, managing a sleepy but blissfully happy smile of your own. The golden light from the nearby window positively glows in his fiery hair and across fair skin. Charming freckles scatter across his shoulders, now accented by the occasional dark pink love-bite. He wears them well, you think with a grin, though you can still feel the distant sting of the marks he'd gifted you in turn.

Your admiration is cut short when Sylvain's hold at your waist tightens and he draws you into a slow and tender kiss. The softness of his lips still sets your heart thudding in your chest, though now you both fall into a natural rhythm- one practiced extensively the night prior. Your hands rest on his muscled chest, and you swear you can feel the pounding of his heart matching yours.

He barely parts from you, his lips still brushing yours as he nuzzles your nose playfully with his own. You give a short laugh.

"Wow... you spoil all of your lady friends like this, or am I just lucky?"

He scoffs at your words, his hand at your waist now trailing up your side and along your back, cradling you to him.

"Hardly. They don't often stay the night," the bitterness in his tone melts into something almost bashful as he adds, "I was... honestly relieved when you said you would."

You rest your forehead against his, brushing your fingers along his jawline.

"If you're always this sweet in the morning, I wouldn't mind staying over again."

"You kidding?" Sylvain nearly laughs, "You looked so cute sleeping there next to me, I wasn't sure my heart could take it. I'd spoil you rotten for the chance to wake up to that again."

He kisses you again, more deeply, his tongue flitting across your lips. With a contented sigh, you part them for him. His hand is warm as it cradles your face, and he leans into the kiss until he's nearly turned you onto your back. Soon enough, your bodies are pressed to one another, his torso strong and firm against you. His teeth nip gently at your lower lip, his hands wandering your curves with obvious hunger and adoration. Then, you feel the distinct heat of his cock stiffening against your thigh, pulsing as it gradually hardens.

You break from his kiss with a smirk,

"Still not satisfied, even after last night?"

"I can never have enough of you, babe," the rasp in his voice surprises you, sending arousal plunging through your center. Biting at your lip, you suddenly urge Sylvain onto his back and sling a leg over him to straddle his hips. He gives a pleased groan, greedy hands running up your thighs while his eyes devour the sight of you above him, wearing only the shirt he'd leant you to sleep in.

Your hips grind your lower body against him, the wet lips of your pussy pressing along the stiff length of Sylvain's cock. He whispers your name, his voice low and heavy with lust, and his body thrusts against you, rutting his thick cockhead against your clit. The stimulation forces a gasp from you, and you steady yourself with your hands on his abdomen.

"What was that before about... spoiling me rotten...?" you manage between hushed moans.

"Why don't you let me show you?" Sylvain replies, though he's already guiding you into position above him with a hand at your hip. It only takes him a moment to align himself with you, his hand gripping your body tighter as he feels your soaking wet folds around him. Then, very slowly, he begins to guide you down onto his cock, the head driving into your squeezing cunt inch by inch. Your face flushes, your lips parted in a silent sigh as your lover fills you. It's every bit as incredible as the prior evening; feeling his member gradually opening you around him, dragging against a thousand over-sensitive nerves- it's already set your legs trembling around him.

"Mmm... you're so tight, babe- and so nice and wet for me..." Sylvain groans, both hands now firmly at your hips, groping plump flesh as he begins to thrust into you. It takes you a moment to regain your senses enough to coordinate with his movements. Truly, his expertise is more than enough to send ripples of pleasure through you with each buck of his hips. He knows exactly the right angles, the right pace, starting you slow yet gradually pushing deeper, quicker, until you finally manage to catch up and match his rhythm. By then, you're already gasping his name, letting out moans and whimpers shamelessly into the bedroom, knowing how he loves to hear those sounds of bliss.

One hand moves to the front of your shirt, where he somehow undoes the single button holding it closed, all while never once easing those expert thrusts into your drooling pussy. Then, that hand wanders around your waist, pulling you down to him.

"C'mere, you," he murmurs, drawing you into a deep, erotic kiss, and by now you feel you can barely keep up. His tongue teases yours, his hands squeeze and caress you all over, and his cock- Goddess, his cock pistons into you at that steady, luxurious pace, filling you again and again until your head starts to spin. The pleasure is maddening, and without a single thought, your body moves of its own accord, forcing yourself down onto his throbbing length and grinding it deep within you.

"Sylvain-! Fu-fuck, I'm-!"

"Mmh, that's right babe, cum for me, I've got you," he groans, his voice hoarse as he holds you close. The tension and heat suddenly burst at your core, your pussy clinging desperately around his manhood, coating him with your overflowing arousal. A potent shiver runs up your spine, and he urges you through your orgasm all the while, his member pulsing inside, massaging your inner walls. You take a shaky breath as the aftershocks work through you, trembling in his arms.

"Goddess, Y/N," Sylvain whispers against your ear. Without warning, his cock drives into you once, then again, and now he's panting along with you, "Watching you cum like that just for me... is too damn hot..!"

"It's because you spoil me, Sylvain" you say softly, cradling his face even as he fucks into you, so near to his own release, "And because I... I adore you," you half-moan, feeling his grip tighten at your hips. With the final worshipful sigh of your name, Sylvain buries his cock into you once more, the full length of it flexing within you as he pours his cum deep inside. The swelling sensation stretches you almost painfully, but the thrill is far more potent. You cling to his strong body as his muscles tense with each wave of his orgasm, nuzzling his neck until he's spent. After these long moments of mindless pleasure, you feel him relax onto the bed all at once, panting as he comes down from the high of his climax.

Still breathless, Sylvain runs a hand along your cheek, meeting your eyes with something strangely heavy in his gaze.

"I love you," he says at last. Your face burns almost as hot as the rest of you, and for a moment, you're forced to look away.

"You're seriously gonna say that with your cock still inside of me?"

He laughs, and gently nudges you back to face him,

"Could've said it while we were fucking. Nearly did, actually- last night, too," his affectionate smile melts right through your pretend-pout, and he adds, "I would've meant it then too, of course, but it seemed better to wait."

'I- well, I," you stammer, but manage, "I love you too, obviously. But we, uh, we should clean up."

At long last, Sylvain acquiesces, easing his member from you and guiding you down onto the bed beside him. He kisses your forehead gently.

"Sure, sure. Just figured I'd convince you to stay another night, first."

#sylvain jose gautier #sylvain fire emblem #fire emblem #fe3h #feh #fire emblem three houses #sylvain #sylvain x reader #fire emblem x reader #not sfw #fire emblem smut

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originalfireemblemscenarios · 8 months

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How would Odin Claude and Sylvain express deal with/express neediness with a female reader? SFW please.

I don't write NSFW, so I'm guessing you mean that you don't want any suggestive comments?

Odin, Claude and Sylvain express their neediness

Reader here is female

Odin

He's extremely dramatic about it. Your love may as well be a curse because he's aching each time you're not close to him.

He usually says something under his breath. Almost like he's practicing his lines before he asks you in his Odin way to be affectionate- which he is doing actually.

His tone, face and gestures are so dorky you can't believe how lucky you are to be on the receiving end of his lines.

You are his chosen one. And your mission is to love him and let him love you. Whenever you hug him, whenever you kiss him- he feels like he's in paradise.

Claude

Sometimes he's straightforward, sometimes he tricks you into giving him affection- it really depends on his mood.

His tricks are corny, and a lot of times you saw it coming before he could finish his hyper specific questions and requests. But it's not like you can complain about getting hugs and kisses from him.

When he manages to get you off guard though he's so proud of himself. He can't help but smile at your reactions.

And when he's straightforward about it he asks in the sweetest way imaginable. After all, he can't help but want to kiss such an adorable lady before him!

Sylvain

He's always been casual with affection. It's natural to him to be immediately close to a girl that caught his eye.

You- of course- are different from his past girlfriends but in this regard only one thing is a bit different. As odd as it sounds, he's much more respectful to your boundaries than any other girl. So he holds himself back a little even if most of it is reflex at this point.

When he needs your affection he'd hug you from behind and whisper to you to pay attention to him in a way so silly, it's adorable.

He's not the jealous type, but he definitely is very needy. He has to feel you close, you could say that he needs it like his next breath but that would be taking it a little far... Although he did say that once or twice.

~Mod Bernadeta

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certified-boyliker · 2 years

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How Cuddly They Are on a Scale of 1-10 (Blue Lions)

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Dimitri is... a 4!

He likes cuddling with you, don't get me wrong. However, he doesn't like admitting it, and he gets very stuttery and awkward when he cuddles with you. It's kinda cute, when his face goes red and he starts stuttering.

Dedue is... a 3

He also likes cuddling with you, but this is a man who seems like he hates himself. Thinking that he isn't worthy to cuddle with you and have you hugging him. Not as blushy or stuttery as Dimitri, but he is taken off guard and he gives you a small smile afterwards

Felix is... a 1

He is not cuddly at all. He's not really a touchy person. The most he'll do is wrap his arms around you possesively. He doesn't like PDA and prefers to show his affection through words and just being in your presence

Sylvain is... a 9

Are we surprised? Sylvain likes holding you so much. Any chance he gets, he's touching you. Holding your hand, hugging you, cuddling you, you get it. It's partially because he likes contact, but also because he trusts you. He knows you don't like him for his crest, but him. And that makes him want to hug you so much

Mercedes is... a 7

She really does enjoy cuddling with you! She likes setting you in her lap, resting your head against his chest, as she plays with your hair. She likes kissing you and hugging you.

#— ❝ now presenting ❞#fire emblem x reader #fire emblem three houses x reader #fire emblem three houses #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #dimitri x reader #dedue molinaro #dedue x reader #felix hugo fraldarius #felix x reader #sylvain jose gautier #sylvain x reader #mercedes von martritz #mercedes x reader

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fe-semi-decent-scenarios · 2 years

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May I request some Sylvain headcanons? How would he react to reader crush who's avoiding him like the plague? Maybe he asked them out to hang out "as friends, nothing serious haha" but he might have kinda forgotten about some other chic he was seeing at the time (oops) and now crush got unintentionally roped up into dumb drama and wants nothing to do with it. Cue the cold shoulder. Maybe this would work best pre-timeskip, Sylv was more of a mess then 😅

{Hello! This is extraordinarily late. I really have no excuse. I hope you like it if you’re still in the fandom!}

Master-list: Here

Is it bold to assume that he expects to be avoided? He is the king of self-sabotage after all. Especially if we are talking pre-timeskip.

He’s a womanizer. He takes pride in it. Anyone who’s his type would be disgusted by the behavior

He talks the talk of wanting to be a forever bachelor, but we all know that’s a sham. He wants stability, he wants loyalty, he wants kindness...basically, if you’re what he wants then he’s going to push you away intentionally to save you from himself

So...yeah. He has no problem with his crush avoiding him. He’s convinced it will pass so long as you’re happy. He’s content being on the side, even though his close friends say otherwise

Aka. Felix picked up on what he was doing and laid down the hard blows. Basically told Sylvain he was a child. Pfft. As if he would be any different

Felix would do worse in his position, but Sylvain holds the thought in to avoid being pummeled

It takes Ingrid’s threats to make him try and attempt being friends again. Something about how he was jeopardizing the ‘team effort’ by letting you ‘sulk’

He felt there was more to it than that, but he didn’t want to press. Not to respect it, but more so because he didn’t want to know the answer

It’s one thing if you were ignoring him from how he acts. That’s fine.

but he--he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings.

He’s not stupid. He’s painfully aware of how you stare during class

how you take a step towards his table at lunch, before shaking your head and choosing somewhere else

how the one time Lorenz went too far, calling him a disappointment to nobles and tossing in a comment about his brother...you became enraged.

So angry he could see veins popping out of your neck

Lorenz earned a bruise the same color as his hair, it was awesome

He only ever saw that level of anger from Felix. Needless to say, surprises were bountiful that day.

He turned a blind eye to it all, until now. After pining for so long and then ignoring him, he was shocked you accepted his invitation to eat lunch

“Heyyy (Y/N)? Want to grab a bite to eat? Been a while since we’ve seen each other and that’s not good for friends, don’t you think?”

Ignoring Ingrid who may have been watching, he did his best to sound natural

He didn’t miss you wince when he leaned on your shoulder, or the way you stepped back at his emphasis on ‘friend’

He also seemingly “forgot” that he was supposed to have lunch with his latest hookup. He definitely wasn’t planning to have them interrupt, cutting your time together short and getting Ingrid off his back. Possibly making you hate him in the process and eliminating any chance he had with you in the future

He was planning it. Just so we’re clear

and boy did Sylvain love to self-sabotage. The hollow feeling in his heart was well deserved, which he confirmed when everything happened according to plan.

You both were eating lunch in the courtyard. Him making small talk, and you uncharacteristically silent. Not too far along comes his latest partner, mad at him for being so forgetful and even cheating on them. He took his opportunity

“Cheating on you with them!? Are you serious!? They’re just a friend, chill out,”

It was done. He committed the ultimate friendzone without fault. The way his partner looked at him in horror was also expected, but their shock wasn’t directed his way.

Why weren’t they looking-?

“Are my feelings a game to you? Do you like making people feel like smeared shit on the bottom of your shoe?”

The way you shook next to him. Your head down and hands crushing the drink in your grasp. He almost expected you to throw it at him, but instead your hands caught water. Droplets fell at a rhythmic pace.

“Did you seriously ask me to lunch when you already had plans? After not talking to me for weeks?! After treating me like I was never your friend?! I know you have a hard time being honest with yourself. I know you don’t like people who’re pushy, so I held back talking first,” they throw their cup onto the floor, standing to glare at him. They purse their lips, trying to barricade their next words yet failing horribly, “but this?! You have me awake for endless nights wondering if I did something wrong and then you use me for petty drama?”

They do the last thing he’d expect, and grab his newest ex by the arm. Before he can process a defense they’re both walking away, with his ‘friend’ furiously wiping at their eyes

“You can’t even give your partner a proper breakup. I knew you were bad, but not that bad,” they halt, turning to look over their shoulder, “I can’t believe I thought you cared about me. I...you know what, you don’t get to hear the rest,”

and you both were gone.

It was the afternoon bell that pulled him from his stupor. He knew that meant class was starting, yet Sylvain didn’t want to go.

Yet he also didn’t want to just sit around. So he forced himself to do what he does best, pretend whatever just happened never occurred

Hours go by, and then some days. He hasn’t heard from his ex once, which was rare since they normally try to reconcile at least once. As for you? It was the same cold shoulder as the past few weeks, except this time was different

You didn’t stare at him during lessons

You didn’t take one step towards his lunch table before turning away

You didn’t defend him when Ingrid gave him a nasty bruise on his cheek, or when Dorothea called him vile

You just...didn’t? He got exactly what he wanted. You did nothing, as if he never existed and your friendship never happened

and yet- he didn’t feel the relief that he expected. He wasn’t happy that you moved on, and every time you laughed his latest meal felt it was about to be re-plated

Your feelings - his crush. They were never the burden he made them appear to be

When he tries to sleep it off, all his brain would conjure is a crushed cup. Trembling fingers digging into tin, their tips changing color from pressure. Droplets of water trickling from thin air and falling on top.

Your feelings were a game to him. One that he lost from the start

He lays in bed, arm over his eyes and lets his tears fall

#fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #fe3h x reader #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem three houses x reader #sylvain gautier #sylvain jose gautier #sylvain x reader #fe3h imagines #fire emblem imagines #fe3h scenarios #fire emblem scenarios #fire emblem three houses scenarios #fire emblem three houses imagines

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mlmdarkfiction · 11 months

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For the pride fics may I req Sylvain <3 i wanna be this mans gay awakening SO bad like with Alex from SDV <3

DENIAL IS A RIVER IN EGYPT SYLVAIN IS GAY

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Sylvain liked watching Kiran summon heroes from other worlds, he got a front row seat to seeing different versions of his friends, himself, and more importantly hot babes as they first arrived in Askr.

So he’s not confused when he sees a version of himself summoned, nor is he confused to see a version of you come with him. What confuses him just a bit is the way you’re clinging to the other Sylvain's arm tightly.

He watches as Kiran gives you both the regular explanation and welcome speech, although he notices neither of you really paying attention, too busy giggling among yourselves.

“So…Is there a pride festival here as well?”

It’s the sound of your voice talking to Kiran that snaps Sylvain out of his thoughts, and he realizes right away he’s blushing. Something about you hanging off the other hims arm has him blushing.

Sylvain’s never blushed because of another man before. There’s just something about the way you’re acting with him, another him, that has him blushing.

So he listens when you tell Kiran about your world, and the fact that your world was celebrating something called Pride.

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“Sylvain?”

He had just been watching everyone else set up the festival when you’d found him.

“What’s up?” You smile gently at him.

This morning Kiran had summoned a new batch of heroes from another world, and those heroes had been celebrating something known as Pride with their own festival.

Askr being currently conflict free, and open as always decided to host their own Pride. You’ve spent the morning with the newly summoned heroes (Chrom and Robin, Ike and Sorin, and Edelgard and Byleth) putting up decorations, planning, and cooking.

All the while you’d noticed Sylvain hovering nearby, watching you.

“You didn’t happen to see who else was summoned, did you?” You become acutely aware of the fact that he’s blushing. You’ve never seen Sylvain blush before, even though he’s such a flirt with the ladies.

He has your full attention.

“No? Why?”

“No reason.” Syvain says quickly. Too quickly for your liking.

You squint at him.

“Who else was summoned?”

“No one!”

“I know you’re lying, Sylvain!”

“Kiran!”

You move to go around Sylvain and circumvent everything by just finding the summoner yourself only to be tackled by the red head.

“Don’t.” His voice is serious, but you can’t really focus on that, instead focusing on how close his face is to yours. The fact brings heat to your own face finally, and you nod quietly.

The pair of you stay like that for what feels like eternity, Sylvain glaring down at you, face inches from your own until you’re interrupted by laughter.

A pair of familiar laughter.

You look up to see yourself, another version of yourself who must have been summoned here, and another Sylvain, arm in arm laughing at the pair of you.

It suddenly clicks in your brain who Sylvain didn’t want you to see.

It was them.

The two of you from another world.

“Oh-”

Before you can confront him on it he’s gone, leaving you alone with the other worlds you.

The other you smiles softly, still laughing under their breath.

“Don’t worry about him,” They gesture to their Sylvain beside them. “He was like that long before we got together too.”

#Sylvain x Reader #Fire Emblem Imagines #Fire Emblem x Reader #Fire Emblem Reader Insert #Male Reader Insert #Gay Reader Insert #Gay Imagines #Male Imagines #Sylvain #Sylvain Jose Gautier

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manga-gamer · 2 years

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Pet Names (Blue Lions Boys)

Note: I'm playing the game. I am certified boyliker. I am going to major in boy. Sue me.

Characters: Dimitri, Dedue, Sylvain, Felix, Ashe

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Dimitri:

Bless this boy

So flustered when you call him pet names, so he came up with his own

My Love, Sweetheart, Darling

Very traditional pet names

Doesn't stray much from that

Dedue

My love <3

He was hesitant for obvious reasons, but he got comfortable and came up with them

Love, Mine, My sweet

So adorable

So flustered when he says them too

Sylvain

Dear Goddess.

Him. He comes up with. Names.

Sweetcheeks, cutie, babe, lil cutie

No matter if you're taller than him or not, older than him or not, he'll call you lil cutie

A tad annoying, but he's a little charming.

Felix

Um. Him as well

He's not the sweet or sentimental type, so chances are he wouldn't have any pet names

Most he'll do is not call you "You" when he's trying to address you

That's it.

Maybe "mine" if he's possessive and Sylvain was flirting with you (and didn't know you were with Felix), but that's the most you'll get

Ashe

Absolute opposite of Felix

He's very sweet and sentimental

Baby, sweetheart, love

Also traditional

Such a sweetheart and such an adorable cutie

#<3 tw #tw <3 #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem three houses x reader #dimitri x reader #dedue x reader #ashe x reader #felix x reader #sylvain x reader #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #dedue molinaro #ashe ubert #felix hugo fraldarius #sylvain jose gautier #flower: daisies #clover's bouquets #lukas' bouquets

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claudemblems · 2 years

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Okay! I hope this doesn't break any rule but can you write something casual flirting friends-to-lovers with Sylvain and Kaeya? To be more exact how do they react when they notice that they might actually be in love with the reader.

Oh my gosh, the joy that surged through me when I laid eyes upon this request <333 Literally in love with this idea anon, and thank you for picking the best boys for it!!! I hope it was okay that I wrote these as headcanons. Let me know if you want imagines instead. My inbox is open :)

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Friends To Lovers | Sylvain + Kaeya Headcanons

Summary: Their casual flirting wasn't supposed to be anything more than friendly banter, but now it's clear their feelings go much deeper than just friendship...

Notes: Very long, as always. I can't write anything short lol

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Sylvain

He was not planning on catching actual feelings for you. Like. At all. You’ve seen how his relationships end up with other women. He definitely does not want to make you another heartbroken girl on his exhaustive list of ex-lovers. But, of course, that doesn’t stop him from casually flirting with you either. He’s still Sylvain, after all.

He’s really torn on who to go to for advice because his friends are, let’s just say, not knowledgeable about dating at all. Dimitri’s too wrapped up in revenge to think about girls, Felix scares girls away, and Ingrid’s laser-focused on her career as knight. They probably can’t help him. But they’re all he’s got.

They’re gathered together in the dining hall when Sylvain drops his shocking revelation. Ingrid’s the first to break the silence. “Do you really have feelings for [Name], or are you just playing around with her heart? Sylvain, I swear, if you hurt that sweet girl—!”

“I’m serious! She’s not like all the other women that are only interested in my crest. She’s just as kind to me as she is to everyone else. She’s thoughtful. She’s gentle. And most of all, she’s got a pure heart. I would never forgive myself if I made her cry.”

Dimitri, Felix, and Ingrid all exchange glances. Sylvain can tell that they noticed the sincerity in his voice, and after a few minutes of discussion, they agree to help him confess to you.

Except that’s easier said than done. He’s never had feelings that run this deep. Shallow compliments are not gonna cut it. He has to learn to be vulnerable with you. But when you’ve spent your lifetime running from a long-lasting relationship, this proves to be much more difficult than one might anticipate.

And much to the humor of his friends, Sylvain realizes that he acts like a shy, lovestruck fool around you. He can’t meet your eyes, his palms get sweaty, and the words he planned to say immediately dissolve on his tongue. Honestly, this is a horrible look for the monastery’s resident womanizer.

You pick up on his strange behavior right away (of course you do; you’ve always been so observant). “Sylvain, are you all right? You’re awfully quiet…am I making you uncomfortable?” Oh great, now he’s got you blaming yourself for the sorry state he’s in. Though, technically, you were the one that made his mind go blank like this.

It’s weird for him to be at such a loss for words, but he is just getting used to seeing you romantically. You’re just so genuinely pretty??? You have the cutest smile? You have a laugh that sounds like the voices of a thousand angels??? And there’s that twinkle in your eyes that shines so bright, especially when you look at him???

Wait...do your eyes shine brighter when you look at him…?

You send him a knowing smile, and Sylvain now has the courage he needs to make his move. He takes in a deep breath and dusts off his jacket before gently taking your hand in his, asking if the two of you can go somewhere a bit more private.

Well, it’s now or never.

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Kaeya

Well, this was definitely unexpected. In all honesty, Kaeya didn’t even think he had it in him to genuinely be in love with someone. Years of putting on a facade and never getting attached can do that to you.

It all happened after one too many drinks at the Angel’s Share. Kaeya simply could not shut up about you. Rosaria and Diluc were forced to watch as he rambled on about your beauty, your gentleness, the way you always managed to effortlessly send a flirt back his way. “She’s captivating. Completely enthralling. And, dare I say it, far more addicting than the finest of wines.”

Everything from the night before comes back to him as Kaeya gets up from bed and battles with his hangover. His head may be pounding from the alcohol, but you’re the reason his heart is fluttering in his chest. The realization of his feelings for you hits him again, and he can feel the heat clawing its way up to his cheeks.

But, of course, once he’s finished getting ready and heads to work, he acts like nothing happened, like he never just spilled a deep, personal secret to his drinking buddy and estranged brother. Nope. Everything is completely normal. There’s nothing to worry about.

And for the most part, he manages to keep his composure. But he’s not immune to his throat growing dry or his heart skipping a beat when you laugh, sending a flirty wink his way.

This is going to kill him.

He could just tell you how he feels, but he wonders if you’ve been putting on an act this whole time, too. All those playful smiles, those bumps against his shoulders, the light brushes of your fingertips against his. Are you only doing it because he does it to you? Are you just pretending to enjoy it? Or do you actually have feelings for him?

All these thoughts bring on another headache, and now he can barely focus on the paperwork that needs to be done. He knows these little feelings of his are going to prove quite troublesome for him down the line. He can’t just pretend to not be in love with you forever, can he?

As if on cue, you enter Kaeya’s office, wearing one of your gentle smiles. You set a cup of tea on his desk, eyes scanning his slumped form. “Drink too much last night at the tavern? I can handle reading through these documents for you. You should go get some rest.”

Despite the state he’s in, Kaeya manages a smile, patting your shoulder. Even when you (probably) think he’s been irresponsible, you still go out of your way to help him. That’s what he loves so much about you.

Wait, why are you staring at him like that? Was there something in his hair? Did he drop something he was holding? Did he say something to make you look that way—oh. He just said what he was thinking out loud, didn’t he?

He doesn’t miss the flush on your cheeks, but, thankfully, he also catches the hint of a smile on your lips. “You’ve definitely had too much to drink. Go get some sleep…then we can get to the bottom of this when you’re sober.”

Kaeya swears he can see a skip in your step as you exit his office, his paperwork in hand. He can’t help but smile in relief before laying his head on his desk and falling asleep.

Looks like he doesn’t need to worry about keeping this secret to himself, after all.

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Would you write for Sylvain x Cursed!Fem!Reader? I don’t really mind what the curse is or how you’d solve it, so you can get creative with this one! :D

Hey, lovely! This was actually really interesting and super fun. It was nice to work with establishing subtlety and growing that into a nice crescendo for the story's climax. I really got to work out my brain on how certain characters would handle certain scenarios, and of course there was the matter of coming up with how the curse would be applied.

I hope this is what you were looking for!

Requests are open. The story will be continued under the cut.

“Good morning. We have a lot to cover today, so I’ll need everyone to sit down as soon as you walk in,” Professor Byleth commented over her shoulder, drawing up the battle strategy your class had been discussing for the past week.

You entered the Blue Lions’ classroom, a small black notebook in your hand as you moved to get to your seat.

“Oh,” your professor noted, “Seteth told me this was sent to you.”

She was gesturing toward a slim box on the edge of her desk. Maybe it would fit a pen? But then why would anyone go through the trouble?

“Would you mind if I opened it now?”

“The way I see it, it’s yours. You can do whatever you’d like.”

Curious, you took the box back to your seat. It seemed you were not the only one intrigued; Mercedes and Ashe turned to watch from their chairs in front of you.

“What do you think it is?” she asked, “I’ve never received a package before.”

Ashe gave a sad smile, “Neither have I. It makes me wonder.”

More eyes came to fall on you as the tape was removed from the edges and the lid was lifted lightly.

Upon seeing what it was, you gave a small gasp. Resting inside on a soft cushion was a deep blue pendant looped through a small silver chain. The necklace was understated, and undoubtedly to your taste. You would have picked such a piece out for yourself had you seen one in the market.

“Ooh!” Annette cooed behind you, bracing her hands on her table as she stood at her seat behind you, “It’s so pretty!”

“Someone…knows me very well,” you chose your words carefully.

Sylvain leaned in next to you, scanning over the necklace with a look on his face you couldn’t quite read, “Do you know who sent it?”

Good question. You would have to meet with this person and have a little chat. No one gifted something like this purely out of kindness. Not to you, anyway. But when you lifted the cushion, there was only a slip of parchment about as long as your index finger underneath.

You set the cushion aside, reaching in to turn over the paper.

Eternity

That wasn’t helpful at all. If anything, knowing that paper came with the box only made you more confused.

The phrase was iterated to your friends as you placed the necklace back in its place.

“Maybe it’s some new jewelry line looking to get its name out there,” Annette beamed, “Ooh, you’re so lucky!”

If that was the case, why pick an understated piece? On top of that, why you? Sure, you were the daughter of a Kingdom noble, but someone had to have gone out of their way for this. To learn that you were at Garreg Mach, and then to ensure you would actually receive the package?

Even Ingrid was interested, it seemed, “You should try it on. It would be a shame for it to sit away waiting for some special occasion. Besides, the jeweler would probably want you to show it off.”

You weren’t the showy type, but you could admit you were just as interested in it as she was.

“I suppose…” the attention from your classmates was beginning to make you shy.

They weren’t interested in you, though! It was the necklace they wanted to see, you reminded yourself.

Easily, the silver chain was lifted from the cushion and wrapped around your neck. Clasping it in the back, you found that it fell just below your collarbone.

Mercedes gave a soft giggle, “It looks wonderful on you! Ingrid is right, it would be a shame for it to collect dust somewhere in your room.”

She’s right.

“Okay, then. I…guess I’ll wear it often.”

Professor Byleth gave a small scowl from the front of the room, “Sylvain, I hope you studied your notes from my last lecture as closely as you’re studying that necklace.”

“What? Of course I did! I studied during the lecture.”

You noticed he didn’t even have a notebook.

“Very well, then. Why don’t we start by having you tell us more about the…”

~~~~~~

Thankfully, you had eaten a good breakfast this morning. The professor didn’t release anyone until long after lunch had passed. It didn’t help that you had spent every second writing down as much as possible to be looked over later.

You elected to bring your lunch with you to your dorm, mind focused solely on reviewing what the Professor had spouted during the lecture for the group examination tomorrow. It seemed she was more adamant about the topic of battalion management than the other subjects the monastery advocated.

An hour or two passed, and you had successfully copied the important bits of the lecture onto your spare pages. This way, your studies for the rest of the night were more efficient.

By the time the sky turned to a dark midnight, you were still sitting at your desk in your room.

That’s enough for today.

Wanting to prepare for bed, you reached back to remove the clasp of the necklace you received. As though something was triggered by the action, it was set aglow with light.

Not right now.

“…”

Nevermind that it glows! You don’t want to take the necklace off. A new desire has overcome you.

You were in the mood for a stroll. Specifically, one to the woods outside of Garreg Mach.

The hallway was too dark for you to see properly, but you didn’t care. You shut the door behind you as you left, maneuvering about the monastery confidently until you came near the gates.

You stifled the glow of your necklace with one of your hands, sneaking around the guards as you let your feet lead the way. Somehow, these were the surest steps you had ever taken. Your destination was somewhere you had never been, yet one you were always meant to visit.

That very sense of determinism kept you mindlessly moving. Trees, leaves, grass, and several shadows drooping over everything stood as the only landmarks on your path. You treaded forth until you came to a gradual halt.

Calmly, you turned to your left. A woman in robes you could not clearly make out in the darkness made her presence known.

She approached you with a laidback ease; you were no threat to her.

And why would you be? You are safe with her. She only has your best interests in mind.

“Good to see you have accepted my gift, my muse,” the woman drew nearer, her hand brushing over your collarbone to touch the pendant, “You wear it well.”

You knew nothing of your current situation, but there was a settled feeling within you. There would be no need for questions. All the knowledge you needed would be provided, and what you weren’t told, you didn’t need to worry about.

A lovely way of saving your mind the trouble, is it not? Truly, she cares for you.

“Now, you must have seen enough of her at Garreg Mach to give me a proper report,” she gleaned, removing her hand from your neck.

Tell her all about your professor.

“Wh…why?” you managed. Your head was beginning to feel foggy, and you could no longer remember how you got here.

Hush. Do not ask questions. Only listen.

This voice in your mind was beginning to make your head spin.

“Perhaps you are too tired from your day to continue. You should not be able to resist.”

There were so many questions you wished to ask, but the blanket of exhaustion weighed heavier upon your mind than the cloud of curiosity.

“A major fault of my own design, no doubt. There is no reason to fret, though. I promise you and I will work through the problems together until we get this right.”

A rustle in the bushes caught your attention, though you didn’t get to point it out before the woman’s hand found your collar once more.

“Now, erase this encounter from your memory. Forget.”

~~~~~~

Byleth found herself working tediously at her desk an hour before classes were slated to start.

She saw you late last night, soundlessly following the gleam of your jewel until you covered it. By then, tracking you through the woods was child’s play. You did not seem yourself, so she played it safe and waited to learn where you were headed before revealing herself.

Only, she never did confront you in those woods. No, the problem ran much deeper than a student sneaking out after hours. It only took her noticing your strange gait and how the mage that appeared treated you to determine as much.

The professor needed information, though she would not have hesitated to attack if she believed you were in true danger.

It seemed the woman still needed you; however, Byleth could only hope to guess how long your usefulness would last. No matter. The witch had given her a day, and that was all she needed to form a decent plan.

The former mercenary silently debated whether to confront you directly about it or not. While it was true she left the scene early, Byleth still managed to learn that you weren’t in on the act, so to speak. Your mind was likely being surveyed, which meant asking any suspicious questions could ruin any element of surprise she might have. You couldn’t know she had a plan.

In truth, she wondered if you knew you were in danger, at all. Fortunately, there were some things she could ask.

Byleth noticed you enter the classroom a few minutes early. You had a few questions on her lecture from yesterday, it seemed.

“I would say good morning, but you look like you hardly slept last night. Were you up late?” she greeted.

Your brows furrowed slightly as you brought a hand to your cheek, “Do I? That’s strange…I actually remember falling asleep much earlier than usual.”

That was surprising. Did you not remember your encounter?

Beginning to cover the areas of confusion you wanted to discuss, the professor noted your strange clothing choice. A shawl was draped over your shoulders and covered your collarbone. You had never worn such an item before, so you must have chosen it for a reason.

Her guess? It was likely to shield the pendant from the notice of others.

Eventually, all of the Blue Lions found their way into the room and classes began. What the class didn’t know was that things would go a little differently today.

“Now, I know some of you may be upset or confused about this new arrangement, but there has been a schedule change,” she opened, standing at her desk, “Rather than doing our group work this weekend, our class will be completing its tasks today. Don’t ask me why, I don’t make the rules.”

Oh, she very much did make the rules, but nobody in this class would be so aggravated about the alteration that they would march up to Seteth just to verify the new schedule. Nobody in their right mind would contest her if it meant they’d be taking that exam instead.

“Partners and jobs will change, and as such will be decided by myself.”

There were a few murmurs at this.

You spoke out, “How long will this new arrangement last, Professor?”

“Only for this week, don’t worry.” Byleth looked to the list she had created before class, “Now, you and Mercedes will be on stable duty today. Dedue and Ashe will handle the cooking, Ingrid will go on sky-watch with Ferdinand from the Black Eagle house, and Dimitri and Felix will be working on weeding the grass.”

“What?” Felix complained, “Out of the eight other people in this room, why would you choose to pair me with him?.”

“Because it would bring me no end of lectures from Seteth to have you embarrass this House by falling out of the sky or burning a fish. Annette, Sylvain, please come see me,” she looked to her students, “but everyone else is dismissed and may begin. Your day ends when your task concludes.”

Students filed out of the classroom one at a time, Annette and Sylvain making their way to the front. Once the last student shut the door behind them, Byleth pulled the small paper she had been forming a plan upon out from her drawer.

“You two are going to have some very important tasks, but I’ll need you to keep this information private unless I exclusively tell you to share it.”

Sylvain scoffed, “What? Are others going to be jealous of our chores, Professor?”

“Do you remember the necklace your classmate received yesterday, Sylvain?”

“How could I forget after the commotion it caused?” he muttered.

“Well, I have reason to believe that piece of jewelry inflicted a curse upon her. The only time I know for certain we have is today, and we can’t waste a single second.”

Annette let out a noise of shock, “But Professor, why didn’t you confront her about it? Surely, if you had just taken her necklace off…”

“I couldn’t take that risk. There’s no way to know if that necklace can come off.” She glanced over her writing, “Just because I’m aware something is going on…just because I can get her alone…even then, I know so little that I can’t even be sure we have any advantage except surprise. We’re only going to get one shot at this, and we can’t give away that we know anything. Especially not to _______.”

She set the paper aside, “Annette, I’ll need you to do some research on curses and get back to me. Anything in the ranges of cursed objects, methods of cursing, and mind control should be good places to start. The sooner we know what we’re dealing with, the sooner we’ll know where to look for a solution.”

“Got it!” she exclaimed, rushing out of the room to the library.

“I’ll be joining you in just a moment!” Byleth called after her.

Sylvain leaned forward, “What about me?”

“You have a more…practical role to play…”

~~~~~~

Hours went by, Annette finally reporting her progress. The only way to break the spell was either by getting the mage to remove it herself, or by killing her altogether.

Best to prepare for the latter, Byleth thought. That woman didn’t look the type to go down without a fight. Or to play fair, for that matter.

Well then, she’d need to take away as much leverage as possible. The former mercenary seemed to recall that your natural exhaustion dampened your necklace’s control, the other night.

“Alright, listen up Annette. Here’s what I need you to do…”

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“Hey, Mercie!” you heard Annette call.

Currently, Mercedes was helping you brush out and dry off the last few horses. Today’s stallions were rather well-behaved, though it took no small amount of energy to care for the horses on a good day.

Things were also slowed down by the leisurely pace you two had been going at thus far, taking a break for lunch at one point and having a bit of fun with each other between tasks.

“What is it, Annie?”

The smaller girl gave a glance toward you before focusing on her friend again, “I, um…the professor wanted me to speak with you.”

“I see,” Mercedes nodded, setting her brush down. She turned back to you, “Please, just give me a moment. I’ll get right back to working with you once this is settled.”

“Take your time!” you smiled.

As the girls walked away, the voice that had been so present in your thoughts today grew louder.

What are they saying? They are keeping secrets from you.

No, you rationalized. They always did that sort of thing. The two were incredibly close far before you came along. Besides, this was something the professor needed. If it had anything to do with her more personal affairs, it was none of your business anyway.

Could it be that your professor is wary of you? Did you reveal the pendant? One can never be too certain, in these times…

The more you tried to reassure yourself, the more wary you became. Though you knew you were surrounded by those that would never hurt you, a feeling of dread had rooted itself within your mind.

A similar feeling came whenever your mind had its more…forceful thoughts…yet never was it stronger than when you dreamt last night.

With each swipe of your comb along horse hair, images would flood your mind. You, covering your pendant with a shawl. You, falling asleep early last night.

You, heading back into the woods tonight.

…back?

“I’m so sorry!” a voice snapped you out of your thoughts. It was Mercedes. Apparently, her conversation had concluded, but she remained standing next to Annette, “It seems the professor needs me to help her reassign vulneraries. You’ll be okay finishing the rest of this by yourself, won’t you?”

A reasonable excuse?

Of course it was. As the Blue Lions’ best cleric, Mercedes was always called to meet with the professor over vulnerary assignments.

…very well.

“No problem! Come back when you’re done, okay?”

Annette and Mercedes exchanged glances you didn’t quite like. Something told you she wouldn’t be coming back.

“Sure!” Annette cut in, “I’ll even help you out after I finish in the greenhouse!”

“Really? Thanks so much, Annette!”

But she must have never gotten her task done. Once the horses were locked up in their stables and the sky was painted orange, you were just as alone as when they left you.

Liars.

You didn’t want to hate them for it.

Some true friends you have. For them to abandon you after making promises like that…

They would never hurt you on purpose. Their chores were important, so it simply must have taken them longer than usual.

After a quick stop at the dining hall, you returned to your room. It had been such a long day, you were almost excited to get some rest.

Ah, ah. Not yet. You are meant to be going to the woods, remember?

Of course. How could you forget? You had only been thinking of that trip for what, a whole day?

Be not seen. Make haste.

Leaving your shawl behind, you changed into clean clothes before heading off.

The lovely glow of your favorite necklace shone down the hall as you went. Unfortunately, you needed to stifle the shine with your hand a few times to sneak off the grounds past the guards.

Why was this so familiar?

Just a little farther…

Greenery, darkness, moonlight, left.

A dark-robed woman revealed herself, “Fascinating. Tell me, do you know who I am?”

Who is she to you? Be honest.

“You-”

An arrow suddenly lodged itself in the woman’s shoulder.

“Augh-!”

HelpHelpHelpHelpHelpHelpHelp

The amulet you wore shone brighter than ever as all your instincts commanded that you protect her.

Surveying your surroundings, you spotted someone you knew holding the bow. It was your professor, and by the way she shifted her arms in the dark, she was going to nock another arrow.

Without thinking, you advanced. At least, you tried to. Your lunge was interrupted by a strong arm catching your waist, but it was clumsy and rushed. The counterweight caused both your own momentum and that of your supposed assailant to switch, bringing you both to the ground as you collided.

HelpMeHelpMeHelpMeHelpMeHelpMeHelpMeHelpMe

This mantra kept interrupting your focus until your back was against their chest. The two of you were in an awkward, semi-upright position as you struggled against the arms restraining you.

“You sure about this, Professor?” strained a man’s voice. A lock of red hair came into your field of view.

“Do it. It’s for her own good.”

Who you now knew to be Sylvain removed one of his arms’ grasp on you, reaching for something you couldn’t see. His hand returned just as quickly, though he held a small vial of herbs and pollen between his fingers.

Suddenly, you were flipped so that you were on your back on the ground and he was above you. He clamped one of his hands over your mouth, forcing you to breathe through your nose.

“Sorry about this,” he frowned as he popped the vial open and held it underneath your nostrils.

HelpMeHelpMeHelpMeHelpMe

But you couldn’t. After five quick inhales from your aggressive, breathless state, the floral mixture muddled all your senses together.

“Protect her until…” Professor Byleth’s voice faded out, though you watched her finally rush out of the bush, sword in hand, to confront the stranger.

…cold…it was so cold.

“...onastery…”

The sweetened scent haunted you.

~~~~~~

When you woke up, Manuela was with you in the infirmary.

According to the physician, you had been asleep for three days.

“Poor dear, you looked so pale. But you’re well rested now, and I think I’ve managed to flush your system of that awful pollen.”

The pollen…

“I remember that!” you sat up in a panic. “It was Professor Byleth…and Sylvain…”

“Yes,” Manuela laughed. “They filled me in once they came back with you. I swear, that boy worried himself out of an appetite the day they brought you back. He must have held the narcotic powder to your nose for too long.”

Subconsciously, your hand migrated to the lower half of your face.

“He blames himself, of course, but in all honesty I think it was more than that. Curses take a toll on your body as they are. Combine that with natural exhaustion, and that’s a nasty little recipe that’ll keep anyone out for a long time. Not that my telling him that kept him from checking in on you every few hours.”

After a few final checks, the songstress assured you that you were just fine before sending you off to the dining hall to get something to eat.

Needless to say, you couldn’t get there without talking with everyone you bumped into on the way.

Mercedes and Annette were the first to call out your name.

“Oh my goodness! I’m really sorry about lying to you,” Annette wailed. “I was really scared, but I knew the professor had a plan to keep you safe. I felt bad every second of it, though I know that’s probably not worth anything.”

You wrapped them both in a hug, “Please, don’t worry about it! I completely understand.”

“If there’s anything we can do for you, just let us know,” Mercedes offered.

“Of course.”

You smiled and waved at each other, parting ways as you continued on your trip to the dining hall.

More members of your house stopped you as you went. Dimitri wanted to apologize, promising he would attempt to prevent such occurrences in the future. Professor Byleth approached from behind him as the prince explained he was upset with himself for not noticing anything out of the ordinary.

Quickly, you assured him that no one did; you weren’t even aware you were cursed. Your teacher chimed in at that, saying she only found out by sheer luck. She threw a rare smile your way though, glad to have you back and happy to fill you in.

The necklace was given to Professor Hanneman and the woman was brought in for questioning, according to your professor. The woman had chosen to value her life over her secrets, it seemed.

“Thank you for everything,” you worried. “I don’t…that could have gone downhill way too quickly.”

“Don’t even think about it. You are my student; it is my responsibility to keep you safe.”

Her eyes slid past yours, as though she saw something behind you.

“In any case, Dimitri and I were just headed to the training grounds to spar with Felix and Dedue. Feel free to join us later, if you’re feeling better. We wouldn’t want to keep them waiting, though.”

“Oh, good luck,” you waved as they turned and left.

You heard your name from behind you.

Sylvain looked somewhat breathless, slowing up a few paces away by the time you shifted to face him.

“Sylvain,” was about as far as you got before he cut you off.

“I am so sorry,” he started. “Goddess, when we got you back…you were bruised, you were knocked out…I messed up.”

You were taken off guard. Such blunt sincerity wasn’t something you expected from him of all people.

…Manuela really wasn’t kidding when she said he was beating himself up over this.

“Hey…you saved me- you might have saved the professor too, since I know she’s who that woman was after. I have no clue what was in store for me, though I probably would have just kept living life trapped in limbo.”

“...maybe, but…” he struggled to find an argument.

“I know. Look, I-I’d rather have a few bruises than a chain binding me. You and Professor Byleth, you’re the reason I’m free. That’s more important to me than anything.”

“Right. Okay, then,” he nodded, taking a breath.

“So there. I forgive you.” You began to laugh, “Now look at us; I’m the one who’s worried. I don’t even think there’s a way I can repay you for helping me.”

“Oh, there’s no need for that,” he waved it off. “Although…you could come for a meal in the dining hall with me.”

“You’re in luck. I just happen to be on my way there right now,” you grinned. “Best not to leave a debt unsettled, right?”

He laughed, “I told you, you don’t need to think that way.”

Though the two of you went back and forth verbally, you went to the dining hall together.

And this time, the only voice telling you, this is right, was the one in your heart.

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