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yellowocaballero · 3 months

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No one left behind 😭👍, that was so cheesy of Felix but I love that for him.

It was SO cheesy and I'm SO proud of him. I think Felix has the biggest heart in the Blue Lions, which is saying a lot. He's way too loyal and loves way too much and it burns him. He's one of the characters who changes most throughout the story, and it was rewarding to show him grow up. And I loved writing him as a POV character, he was perfect - perceptive, insightful, funny, provocative, has lots of internal conflict, starts a lot of external conflict, says what he thinks. and emotionally intelligent or stupid as the situation calls for. 10/10 character.

The conceit of the AU was, of course, "what if the Blue Lions stayed together during the time skip". They were each other's only safety and security, the only people they trusted, and in the most dangerous situation possible they were each other's only safe harbor. The Rules were why they stayed to take care of Dimitri (ergo, it's also "AU where Dimitri wasn't alone for five years"), but I think it was taking care of Dimitri that finally solidified them as a family. To them, it was a replication of what Byleth had done - gaining the ability to show compassionate, empathic, and unconditional love because that love was given to them. As Byleth gains the ability to feel love through the love felt for her. Byleth's upcoming arc is very much a 'oh no, I'm having feelings' journey. AKA Come get your Dimileth food lol

I think Felix is a very loving person, but his love had fueled his hatred and resentment, and he had to re-learn how to show it. That involved releasing a lot of things within him. Becoming a caretaker tends to mature you fast, for better or for worse, and Felix had to process a lot of stuff very quickly. I think namely the fact that Dimitri and Felix had been caught in a toxic PTSD cycle of Felix punishing Dimitri and Dimitri using Felix as a way to punish himself. I think Felix's desire to punish Dimitri was stonewalled by Dimitri's psychotic break, because it must have become incredibly apparent that Dimitri was punishing himself enough for the both of them - and that there was no point to punishing Dimitri at all when Dimitri could barely even understand him. Everybody's seen Dimitri homicidal now and everybody believes him. The homicidality has lost a lot of its monstrousness and evil - it just seems sad, now, the misdirected fear of a sick person. There's no satisfaction out of hating Dimitri anymore. There's no longer any point. And Felix is left alone with the fact that the boy he loved is sick, and needs him, and if Felix was cruel to him now then it would only be cruelty for the sake of cruelty, and he would be no better than Dimitri. I think Felix forgave him, and I think it took a lot of maturity.

Felix's journey is super interesting. He got, like, two side stories with his POV just because I found him so interesting. This is also really why I'm not a Dimitri/Felix person - what they actually have going on is just so much more interesting (same reason I'm not a Dimitri/Dedue guy - Dimitri and Dedue's actual thing is FAR more fascinating). Felix's decision to forgive Dimitri wasn't about Dimitri - it was about Felix, and Felix being nineteen years old, and facing a crossroads of his life where he decided what kind of person he wanted to be (again, another journey Byleth has). Would he exhibit decency, humanity, and compassion to the person he hated the most? And if he did, would it release something old and rotten within him? Who knows! We will! When I post Catleth!

#my asks #my writing #to emphasize something ive emphasized b4 in other contexts:#dimtri did not have to earn compassionate care.#when ur in a vulnerable period that care is a human right #during part 2 Dimitri is actively a deeply unpleasant person to be around #and its not easy to be the people who support him. but it wasn't in question #it's dimitri he's a blue lion blue lions stick together #byleth is a deeply empathic person who extends unconditional care and compassion to kids who need it #when she's barely more than a kid herself #nobody else is around to take responsibility and step up and provide what the kids deserve #so she does it no complaints #and BECAUSE the BL recieve that from byleth #they can give it to dimitri #and BECAUSE dimitri recieves that #he can give it to byleth #i definitely want to talk more about that when i post part 2 bc #that's the point of the story. lol.

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pbjamie17 · 10 months

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Voltron AU‼️‼️

(Lots of Coran and Lance bonding because Coran is the best uncle :))

When Lance was 10, he was locked out of his first room in the castle. It was his parent's–King Alfor & Queen Melenor–office. He'd been caught by a maid scribbling family portraits on very important legal documents.

Allura thought it was hilarious. She knew her twin brother was a trouble maker, but she never thought he'd actually get banned from a room. Melenor believed he had it coming, but that didn't mean she wasn't a twinge upset that her son wouldn't be bursting into the office sharing whatever strange fact he learned that day, usually regarding unique Galra behaviors.

The next thing Lance is banned from is meetings. Well, just the meeting room in general. He was 15, and it might've effected him more than he'd ever admit to his father. Or his mother. Or even Allura.

But the one person he did admit it to was Coran. His father's right-hand man. His best friend, his- well, Lance wasn't exactly sure what they were, but he didn't press it.

After he'd been kicked out of meetings, Lance had been sentenced to a constant monitor to make sure he wasn't causing any problems. That monitor was Coran. At first, Lance hated it. He hated being babysat like he couldn't take care of himself.

But it didn't take long for Coran's helicopter parenting to calm down. Eventually, he'd just wander around the castle, blabbering on about how much things had changed since he was younger, and despite the pulling feel in his stomach to wander off, Lance followed. He helped Coran with repairs, and even had his interest in Galra etiquette renewed when the older Altean mentioned them.

His happy days didn't last more than a few months, though. After Lance was banned from two more things.

First, it was family photos. After a particularly infuriating photo shoot, where Lance had refused to make a straight face, Alfor pulled him aside and announced that he didn't want Lance in the photos until he could learn to behave himself. So, never.

Hearing his father's words made Lance want to break down, sobbing and begging for his forgiveness, but he didn't. Instead, he made a sarcastic comment and ran off before the king could see how hurt he was.

Unfortunately for King Alfor, banning his son had the opposite effect of what he'd hoped for. Lance began acting out more instead of less, and his stunts became more and more chaotic.

Rumors about the Royal Alteans began to spread, and after an especially great show involving a lot of illegal drinks and a public appearance from the prince, Alfor knew he had to step in.

He approached Lance about a week before the twin's birthday. Lance was told that at the end of the birthday party, the king would make an announcement.

At the end of the day, Lance would be sent to a border patrol ship at the edge of Altea's reign. Which was a far distance from the atmosphere itself.

Lance almost laughed. Sure, he'd been a bit of a handful as of late, but he didn't think that it was that bad. But the king made it clear his mind was made up. He said that Lance could return to the ground as soon as he proved himself.

So, on his 16th birthday, Lance was banned from one final place.

His planet. His home. The Castle of Lions.

♡⑅*˖•. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .•˖*⑅♡

Sorry, this probably sucks ass, but I had time on my hands and an AU in my head.

I'll probably update more about this, and maybe even upload it on Ao3 at some point, but just so you know, in this universe the war starts a few months after Lance and Allura turn 19, and Lance still hadn't returned to the castle by that point, but yada yada we'll get into that later. ;)

#altean lance au #writing #klance #voltron #voltron au #angst #voltron langst #Coran and Lance bonding bc yeah #fanfic #allura #king alfor #prince lance #princess allura #voltron legendary defender #reading #lost prince lance au!#also i have no idea what to do for how they find the blue lion yet #plot holes everywhere!!!#plot holes

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usaigi · 6 months

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I wrote a fic Edelgard and Dimitri actually talk. Go read it 🔫

Cuz they deserve to be friends!! In a modern au where they don't have the power to declare war, they should talk!!

Some world building:

Edelgard's father was the PM and leader of the CR party. Ferdie's dad(and the other Seven + the Agarthans) were members of the Far Right Party. They tried to blackmail Edelgard's dad to pass some laws they wanted but when he refused, they started poisoning his children. Slowly, one by one, they all of died. Only Edelgard survived.

Due to the poisoning, Edelgard got Leukemia. She didn't start attending GM until she was in remission (around 13). Dimitri attended starting in middle school but took a year off after the attack to recover. So, they met again when they were 14/15.

Dimitri is still a prince. This universe tragedy of Duscur as basically our equivalent of 911 and it led to the war on terror

#fire emblem #fe3h #fe3h dimitri #fe3houses #fe16 #fe16 dimitri #fire emblem three houses #three houses #edelgard von hresvelg #edelgard fire emblem #edelgard positive #fe3h edelgard #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #dimitri fire emblem #fe3h fanfic #usaigi writes #blue lions #black eagles

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sailforvalinor · 11 months

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Convincing you to play my favorite games by describing them badly

Final Fantasy XV: Bachelor Party Goes Horribly Wrong

Kingdom Hearts: Lost Island Boy Realizes That Maybe the Real Eucatastrophe Was the Friends We Made Along the Way

Professor Layton: University Professor Avoids Getting Fired by University For Never Teaching His Classes and Going on Too Many Sabbaticals by Repeatedly Winding Up in the Newspaper for his Heroic Exploits

Knights of the Old Republic: Amnesiac Accidentally Joins a Cult...Twice? (I do NOT think the Jedi Order is a cult this is a joke)

The Legend of Zelda: Teenager Cursed by Demonic Deity To Remain Trapped in a Never-Ending Cycle of Pain and Hatred in Which Neither of Them Will Ever Truly Die, Goes Fishing

Portal 2: Being Insulted Has Never Been So Funny

Fire Emblem: Three Houses (Blue Lions Route): University Professor Wakes Up From Coma And Is Forced to Help Former Student Defend Country From Imperial Annexation, Tries to Get Him to Go to Therapy

Journey: I Have Played It Three Times, I Have No Clue What's Going On, But It's Gorgeous

#i always feel like i need to put a disclaimer when i talk about fire emblem because there are sometimes some suggestive themes and other #things i don't like #nothing too blatant but one of those things that makes you pause every once in awhile and go 'oh wait."#but the blue lions route is just so good and i know the mutuals who love to write meta would go absolutely INSANE about the themes of #vengeance and redemption and mercy because I SURE DID #eighteen year old me was not PREPARED #video games #professor layton #it is so hard to describe kotor without spoiling the big twist #kotor #loz

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edns · 1 year

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I have no edgy or whimsical caption for this one I am just sobbing on the floor. Woe

#fe3h #fire emblem three houses #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #dimitri fe3h #fe3h oc #fe3hoc #blue lions #fe3h comic #Romance is when your bf turns into a crest beast and you have to put him out of his misery #Im stressed quick draw something horrible NOW #This whole scene has been eating my brain and I cant write so you all have to see this lol #I hope to post something less uhhh awful next time sorry lol #Also sorry if the art quality is bad yet again Ive been feeling really unwell so Idgaf abt the quality of my art anymore #oc cyrus bartholomew lenz #body horror cw #I shld maybe make a tag for my little comic pages but I dont care enough rn Im going back 2 bed

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hometownrockstar · 5 months

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fire emblem three houses has only been out for like 4 years now and yet the discourse about that game still manages to worm into my brain like a virus. Im talking abt political discourse btw not shipping stuff which is its own brand of annoying but ultimately ignorable to me (i have percie for that) Fire emblem three houses has dumb politics and all the fans want to make that my problem. Its incompetent at most times, and the routes wildly change the framing which makes people's opinions even MORE biased (of course you believe edelgard was right if you played the "Edelgard was Right" route)

#Genuinely people are arguing about completely different games when they try to say who was right or justified.#You know why the blue lions route is usually proclaimed as the route with the best story writing?#Because its character focused and not political plot focused.#Thats where three houses writing shines imo

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dpsisquared · 8 months

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Did everyone see the beautiful art I commissioned from @melisketch ?? Depicts a sad scene from my fic No One Writes to the King 💙💚 (mind the tags!)

#dimileth #fe3h #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #dimitri alexandre blaidydd #blue lions #byleth eisner #stuff i wrote #no one writes to the king

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missionkitty · 4 months

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Cold and Warm - Dorothea/Sylvain (FE3H)

a short one-shot fic i've been writing on and off for the better part of a year and finally managed to finish. i've always liked dorothea's and sylvain's dynamic and wanted to try writing something a little angsty but also fluffy with them. hope you enjoy. no major warnings, just sylvain trying to reminisce about his academy time with dorothea after they reunite post-timeskip and have their a-level support.

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Sylvain held the dance pose he was in for what felt like an uncomfortably long time. He tried resisting the urge to glance at Dorothea, who he had managed to recruit to help him practice for the White Heron Cup in a few days.

He didn't want to risk looking at her and seeing a look of disgust or…whatever a professional performer would look at him with after what he felt was surely a poor show, based on her silence.

He started to sweat when he thought he heard a giggle. Sylvain whipped his head to see Dorothea stifling a laugh, her hand covering her mouth.

"Wh–Dorothea!" Sylvain whined, dropping his arms.

"Sorry!" Dorothea said, letting out a louder laugh and defensively shaking her hands. "I just wanted to see how long I could get you to stand there like that."

"Come on…I'm being serious, I need your help! I don't wanna let everyone down."

"I know, I know." She settled her laughter with a sigh. "But you looked great. I don't really have much to say, which is why I figured I could mess with you a little."

Sylvain frowned and put his hands on his hips.

"Well, you could stand to loosen up some. It's not like you to be so worried about something like this,” Dorothea responded with a joking pout.

"I'm just nervous! Like…why did the professor have to pick me to do this–why didn't she pick you?" Sylvain groaned, running his hands through his hair. "I mean, you did this kind of stuff for a living, right?"

Dorothea looked at Sylvain, thinking. She hummed and shrugged after a moment, walking up to him.

"Is all this practice cutting into your dates?" She cooed sarcastically.

"Well, sure, but I really do want to do a good job. I still have my pride as a member of the Blue Lions," Sylvain sighed.

"I don't claim to know what the professor is thinking, but I think her judgement has been really good so far–I mean," Dorothea said, dramatically flourishing her hands as she continued, "She let me join you Blue Lions, after all."

Sylvain chuckled and nodded, looking back at Dorothea.

"That's very true."

"Besides, I think I'm getting pretty good at black magic. You can help me fire off a few extra spells on the battlefield once you get that dancer certification," Dorothea added with a wink.

Sylvain smiled at Dorothea. Her apparent confidence helped push away some of his nerves. They had known each other long enough that she never really minced words with him…

Honestly, she could see right through him.

"...Do you think the professor really isn't trying to punish me or humiliate me by having me be the Blue Lions' rep for the Heron Cup?" Sylvain slowly asked, wanting to divert his current train of thought.

"Well, if what you said was true about that pass you made at her during the Horsebow Moon is true, then…maybe she's only trying to punish you a little bit." Dorothea smirked, tugging and adjusting the collar of his white shirt.

Sylvain sighed and gave a sheepish smile as he glanced down at Dorothea.

"What do you think she'll do to me if I don't win?"

"What, Sylvain Gautier scared of a teacher?"

"Did you know the professor's nickname when she was a mercenary was 'Ashen Demon?'" Sylvain faked a shiver, though it was certainly rooted in a real awareness of their professor's abilities.

"I think I've heard that floating around the academy once or twice," Dorothea said with a laughing hum. "She sure likes fishing a lot for being called a demon…"

"And tea." Sylvain gave Dorothea an astonished look. "You know, I still don't get how all these tea invitations are supposed to help me win."

"Sylvain, are you taking all these tea dates with a pretty lady for granted?" She teased, forcefully tugging and adjusting his academy jacket.

"As mysteriously beautiful as our professor happens to be, I think I'd much rather have tea with you," he replied, habitually turning on his charm.

"Oh really?" She looked up at him with a smirk and an accusingly-cocked eyebrow. "Then what's my favorite tea?"

"Sweet-Apple. Or Albinean Berry."

Dorothea looked at him with a mixture of shock and amazement. Sylvain had an unfamiliar feeling churn in his stomach as he processed her wide, green-eyed stare. He felt his ears start to burn and began stammering.

"I mean, I uh, I…I asked the professor…what your favorite was," Sylvain admitted, somewhat embarrassed. Their banter had disarmed him and he felt nervous again, but now for a different reason.

Dorothea's stunned silence eventually gave way to giggles as she shook her head.

"And for what reason did you want to know, dare I ask? If you're trying to flirt again…"

"No, no, nothing like that," Sylvain responded a little more frantically than he intended, "I just…wanted to thank you for helping me with this after it's all over."

"My, that's very considerate of you," she said with a smile. "Though I haven't done much more than just watch. Our professor seems to have done most of the heavy lifting."

"Sure, but for some reason I felt like getting your stamp of approval would help me feel more confident about this whole thing–which I was right about."

Dorothea smiled and nodded.

"I'm glad I could be of help. I look forward to your win."

"I guess I'll practice a little while longer if you don't mind staying," he said, putting his hands behind his head.

"Sure, but…one question." Dorothea looked at Sylvain. "What's your favorite tea?"

"Hmm…well, if the lovely Dorothea is inviting me for tea, then any tea is my favorite."

"Sylvain."

"Sorry, just trying to be funny." He crossed his arms and smiled. "Bergamot, or if you can find it, Seiros tea."

"Hmm, good to know," Dorothea said, smiling in return.

***

Dorothea smiled as she waited for Sylvain to emerge from a darkened corner of the training grounds wearing his new dancer garb. She wished she could have somehow saved the shocked expression that quickly played across Sylvain's face before he quickly resumed his confident demeanor when they announced his name as winner of the White Heron Cup.

She had begged him to show her what he looked like. Sylvain insisted that she would see it on their next mission, but Dorothea had convinced him to give her an early view.

It was kind of late, and hopefully no one would show up in the training grounds tonight–though Sylvain was a bit concerned about Dimitri appearing if he couldn't sleep, which was apparently a common occurrence.

Dorothea assured him she would protect Sylvain's honor and keep the crown prince of Faerghus from intruding on the dancer outfit sneak peek if worse came to worst.

It wasn't much longer before she heard some light jingling and saw Sylvain step into the light of one of the lamps they had lit.

Dorothea was impressed with his color choices–black with red and purple accents, very striking.

"So? What do you think?"

"I think that it suits you surprisingly well," Dorothea said with a smile. "The professor knew what she was doing when she picked you."

Sylvain smiled and chuckled, but stayed silent for a moment after.

"What do you say to that tea invitation now?" He asked, still smiling.

"Ooh, an evening tea…that sounds lovely. You should stay dressed in this though," Dorothea said with a teasing giggle.

"Is it doing anything for you?" Sylvain teased back, making a pose.

"Oh, absolutely! Our next opponents won't know what hit them."

***

Sylvain sat quietly in the monastery in one of the less-ruined pews, staring absently at the pile of rubble that obscured the altar.

He had been pondering those last few months leading up to the Empire's invasion of Garreg Mach after having dinner with Dorothea earlier that night.

It had been five years since he had won the White Heron Cup. However, after Edelgard revealed herself as the Flame Emperor and Rhea and the professor had gone missing, he hadn't really done much dancing. His other talents were needed to help fend off Cornelia's soldiers from absorbing the Gautier territory into the "Faerghus Dukedom."

He was skeptical that anyone would be at the monastery like they had planned five years ago, but amazingly they had found the professor, along with Dimitri. While the professor was the same kind, quiet presence he remembered, Dimitri was…a far cry from the prince he thought he knew.

He shook his head, hoping to push that thought out of his head.

"Here you are," a comforting voice said from behind him.

Dorothea walked up to where Sylvain sat, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah, just thinking…not a whole lot of people here, and thankfully Dimitri is off prowling some other part of the monastery for now."

He resisted the urge to turn his head so he could brush his cheek against Dorothea's hand.

The relief he felt when he saw her standing in front of the mess hall, staring at the fishing pond, was immeasurable. He hadn't really had the luxury of trying to keep in contact with anyone besides Felix and the other nobles still loyal to the late royal family.

He had only heard whispers of the Mittelfrank Opera closing after the war spread and had half-resigned himself to the awful idea that he may never see Dorothea again.

She was a vision in red, but he recognized a familiar sadness in her eyes. The war had taken a lot from everyone.

But now, all the former members of the Blue Lions class, originals and additions, were there at the Monastery again. It was both comforting and bittersweet to see. The memories he recalled were the same.

They had found time to converse after meeting again (perhaps unfortunately right after another of his botched relationships) and seemed to fall right back into lockstep with each other, despite the hard edges the toll of war had sanded onto them.

Some lively banter, an admission of affection from both of them.

Sylvain wasn't sure why the words fell so freely from his tongue about spending the rest of his life with Dorothea, but it happened all the same–and to his surprise, his lovely classmate-turned-confidante seemed to feel the same.

But in solitude it felt unreal. Maybe it was the dark cloud Dimitri now occupied, or seeing the Monastery in ruins and overrun by thieves, or the Faerghus soldiers he had to–

He felt Dorothea’s hand gently run through the hair on the back of his head, pulling him out of his ruminating.

“It’s unlike you to look so serious, Sylvain,” she mused. The tone of her voice was soothing, making his troubled mind settle.

“I haven't mentioned it yet, but I like this length on your hair,” she said quietly. “If we weren’t in the middle of a war, I’d say the past five years treated you well…”

Sylvain finally looked up at Dorothea, concerned with the growing grief he could hear in her voice.

“Dorothea…” he said in a low voice. He scooted over, glancing at her and then at the open space next to him. He patted the pew and tried mustering a small smile.

Dorothea pulled her hand from Sylvain’s hair and sat next to him, her arm touching his. Sylvain automatically tried to scoot away to give Dorothea a little more room, but her hand swiftly touched his leg and gently pulled toward her.

Sylvain looked at Dorothea with a bit of surprise before letting out a breathy chuckle through his nose and stayed where he was.

“I missed you,” Dorothea murmured, squeezing Sylvain’s thigh.

Sylvain could feel his cheeks burning, but kept his eyes down on his feet. Her words felt undeserved. Even with what they were to each other now, the bitterness the war had etched into his skin tried to convince him that he didn’t even deserve her company.

He looked at her hand, five years of suppressed worry and longing rising in his stomach.

“I missed you too.”

Sylvain removed his glove and carefully lifted Dorothea’s hand into his. Was her hand smaller than he remembered? The thought was quashed when she firmly intertwined her fingers with his. Her hand was strong, holding his tight.

The soft warmth of her hand broke the floodgates open.

“I was scared I might never see you again. I had no idea how or when I could even get any kind of message to you…” Sylvain’s voice began to rasp as he held back the ache rising in his chest.

“But we’re here now. Together,” Dorothea responded quickly, surely.

Sylvain looked at her before pulling her hand up to his lips and gently kissing her knuckles. He could feel his heart trying to pound out of his chest.

“Sylvain…” Dorothea’s voice was angelic in his ears. She pulled her hand from his to softly caress and hold his face.

“Truly, being so serious doesn’t suit you,” she continued in a shaky whisper. Her thumbs gently swept over his cheeks. A weak laugh escaped her mouth and a tear rolled swiftly down her face and dripped onto her dress.

Sylvain sighed and placed his ungloved hand on hers.

“I could say the same thing about you.”

They sat in silence, leaning in to each other until their foreheads were touching.

The only thing they could hear was each other’s slow breathing, though Sylvain made note of the occasional tear drop leaving a dark spot on Dorothea’s dark red dress. He cherished the feeling of her fingers brushing against his skin and let out a long, relieved sigh.

He pulled his face far enough away to see Dorothea clearly, but still close enough to feel her warmth. Her green eyes shimmered, though it was due to tears. He gently swept a teardrop away with his index finger as it escaped the corner of her eye, doing his best to keep himself from crying as well.

She was too lovely–even in sadness.

A shiver gently rattled Dorothea’s body and Sylvain let out a small chuckle.

“Come on,” Sylvain began quietly. “Let’s go somewhere a little warmer. Quiet as the chapel is, it’s a bit drafty.”

“Oh?” Dorothea replied, some vitality returning to her tone. She quickly, yet carefully wiped a tear from her other eye. “And where do you propose we go at this time of night?”

Sylvain was relieved to see a small, teasing smile play on Dorothea’s lips.

“Perhaps…my room?” He couldn’t resist falling into an old habit, a playful smile forming, fully prepared to receive a quick, clever retort from Dorothea.

She stared at him, her expression somewhat unreadable to Sylvain. He began to wither a bit as he could only identify a hint of contemplation in her eyes.

He began to try and mentally salvage what he was now beginning to think was a poor joke. He wracked his brain trying to think of where else they could possibly go–but wait, why wouldn’t he want her in his room?

His mind began to buzz with thoughts, having difficulty focusing on any one in particular until a cool draft blew and gently rustled his hair.

He recalled the cold winds of Faerghus at his back as he would ride home from whatever conflict he had quelled. His memories of the Academy becoming more and more like a faint dream. The cold relic spear in his hand twitching, the stone at the base of its blade like a mercilessly unblinking, uncaring eye. His bed, even warmed, was lonely.

Dorothea’s warm hands brushed through his hair again, shaking him from his thoughts again. Her eyes were kind and alive. Her breath, warm and soothing.

“Serious again,” she murmured, smiling sadly. She went silent, but supportive as she awaited his response.

Sylvain smiled slowly as he pulled Dorothea’s palm to his lips, kissing gently and then adjusting her hand to kiss her knuckles again.

“Please,” he said in a low voice. “Would you like to come to my room?”

Any hint of his old, cold, habitual levity was gone from him in this moment. All he could imagine now was Dorothea pulled close to him, her warmth pushing away the cold winds and her eyes illuminating his vision.

Dorothea’s smile was warm. Warmer than any he had possibly seen from her ever.

Sylvain realized that must have been what she was waiting for.

“I would love nothing more.”

As they stood to leave, Sylvain instinctively tried to hold her close, to press her back against his chest, but a slight wince and jump from Dorothea surprised him.

“Sorry, your armor…it’s rather cold.” Dorothea turned and smiled apologetically.

“No, I’m so sorry, I…forget I’m wearing it sometimes,” he replied, looking down at the dark gray chestplate on his torso.

Before he could remember the cold, Dorothea giggled and pulled him along out of the pews.

“Once we get to your room, I’m sure you’d like to change into something a little less bulky,” she said with a hint of mischief.

Sylvain felt his cheeks begin to burn as his thoughts traveled on their own.

“I seem to recall a certain someone being a certified dancer…” Dorothea giggled, her eyes sparkling.

Sylvain’s cheeks burned for a different reason now.

“I, ah, I’m not sure I know where that outfit is…or if I’d still even fit into it…”

“Well, I’m sure we can figure something out. It’s not hard to take measurements, you know.” Dorothea squeezed Sylvain’s hand, still smiling.

Sylvain’s heart raced as he squeezed her hand back.

“Thank you, Dorothea,” he replied gently. “For remembering me.”

“Thank you, Sylvain. For not forgetting me,” her reply was equally gentle.

They left the chapel and walked into the cool night, warm.

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Blue Lion gym leaders :o

Pokémon: Three Houses

Dimitri

Dimitri is the prince of the region Faerghus, which is a mountain range in the north of Fódlan. As a result, like every leader before him he is the leader of the electric type gym. He is usually seen wearing a black button up shirt with yellow buttons, a yellow collar, and a yellow chest pocket. This matches his trainers which are yellow with black soles and black velcro straps. He wears light blue jeans, a pair of yellow headphones around his neck, and a navy parka. A few years ago, his father was killed, Dimitri suspects Team Bandit were involved but he couldn’t prove it. On the night his father died as he was trying to escape Duscur, he found an injured and terrified Shinx. He carried her home in his coat, he comforted her until he could get her some medicine. Now she is a proud luxray, she has a stern face and often licks Dimitri’s hands affectionately. She also growls and gives him small shocks to remind him to eat and drink.

When you first meet him upon your entering Faerghus he is welcoming and polite. However, he’s also vividly exhausted with bags under his eyes and hunched shoulders. He greets you alongside Dedue, the ground gym leader and close friend, who is fussing over Dimitri telling him he needs some rest. Dimitri tells you about Team Bandit, and bemoans that they need someone who can deal with them. Dimitri mentions that he cannot wait to have his gym battle with you, it is recommended you leave him until last. When you return to battle Dimitri, he requests that you complete his challenge of defeating five Team Bandit dens. At the end of your first encounter, he asks you to check in on his friend Felix. There are rumours that his village is under attack by Team Bandit.

Dedue

Dedue is the ground type gym leader. He has a great affinity for plants, and he loves watching how the plants on his companion Pokémon the torterra grow and change. He is usually seen wearing a light tan button up shirt, khaki cargo trousers, and outside of his gym a large chocolate brown parka. He has many different homemade and homegrown Pokémon treats inside of his pockets and he wears a silver necklace with a jagged piece of amber as a pendant.

Traditionally, the leading family of Faerghus chooses the head of the ground type gym. Dimitri caused a great stir in the kingdom when he chose Dedue, a man from Duscur the neighbouring country, to become the leader. At first people were suspicious, but it didn’t take long for they started to notice how the Pokémon, ground and otherwise, flocked to him. He gently picked them up and stroked them, scratching behind their ears, and talking to them softly. The villagers begin to trust him, especially as he makes the gym cleaner and more welcoming then it has been in years. The gym itself is a giant glass dome, Dedue tries to mimic his Pokémon’s home environments by using sand, stone, water, and plants. He allows them to roam around the gym when they are not needed. In the centre there is paving stones for people to walk through and watch the different types of Pokémon, which includes a lot of ground types but Dedue has a habit of taking in every stray Pokémon he finds.

Felix

Felix is the Steel Type Gym leader. He keeps his hair tied back in a ponytail, he wears a long black flowing cardigan over a grey button up shirt, wide legged navy trousers, and grey lace up boots. The previous leader was his brother Glenn who was killed by Team Bandit. Felix then inherited his companion Pokémon - Bisharp. They clashed a lot at first but in the ended they bonded over their mourning of Glenn, and began to love and respect each other. This helped it evolve into Kingambit.

When you approach the village where Felix’s gym lies, you are met by a distressed Dewott beckoning you to follow him. He takes you to the gym which is being covered at the entrance by Felix and his Pokémon as an army of grunts from Team Bandit are attacking. It turns out Dewott is close with Felix and was taken into the gym as an injured Oshawott and raised there. He may be water type but his determination and fighting style matches the theme and environment the gym creates. Despite how capable Felix is, Team Bandit have an advantage in terms of numbers. You rush to assist Felix’s, to his dismay. He grumpily agrees that you can help. He is grateful and admires your skill as a Pokémon trainer after the attack. He seems quite excited when you challenge him to a battle, he grins and even blushing slightly.

Sylvain

Sylvain is the Fire Type Gym Leader, he inherited the position from his father. He wears an orange tank top, fashionably torn grey jeans, and high top trainers which are orange, red, and white. He has a sleeping ginger tabby cat tattoo on his right bicep, and wears a cyndaquil watch on his left wrist. His gym has a strong feline theme, his Pokémon being a pride of litleos, and pyroars. There is also a torracat who hangs around the gym and seems to have been accepted by them. His companion is a female pyroar he has had since he was a child and she was a litleo, she disproves of Sylvain’a flirting. She has been known to gently nip Sylvain and get grumpy and withdrawn when he does this. Sylvain jokes it’s because she thinks she’s the only woman for him.

When you reach the Fire Gym Sylvain looks harried and overwhelmed. There is a large group of Team Bandit members outside of the entrance to the town and causing many issues for the citizens. Everyone is looking to Sylvain for help, however he is reluctant to face Team Bandit alone. You agree to go with him, the entire time Sylvain is on edge and desperate to get this over and done with. The Bandits are all acting strangely around Sylvain, and when you reach the end it becomes clear as to why. The head of this group is his elder brother Miklan, and his hatred for Sylvain is immediately clear. It seems the Gautier family choose their heir based on how well they connect with their companion Pokémon as a small child. Miklan had a houndour who was wild and out of control. Instead of training him Miklan found it extremely amusing. On several occasions he would have his houndour attack his brother Sylvain among others. It became clear Miklan was not suited to working with Pokémon. When you face him he still has the same companion who has evolved into a houndoom. Sylvain however connected with his sweet, cuddly Litleo from the very beginning. They were thick as thieves, and she would play with and defend Sylvain as much as she could. As a result, he inherited the gym. Something which Miklan deemed unfair, believing himself the true Gym leader. You and Sylvain defeat Miklan, causing him to flee. When you return to the fire gym Sylvain rewards you by giving you a Gautier pendant. It gives the holder more powerful fire moves and higher resistance to water. He also allows you to skip the challenge and go straight to the battle.

Ingrid

Ingrid is the leader of the Flying Gym gym. Her family have always passed down the leadership to the oldest girl, and this was the first generation to only have one daughter - Ingrid herself. She wears practical clothing, a grey turtleneck, dark grey hiking trousers, hiking boots, and a big blue parka. She wears her hair in a long braid with a rookidee clip at the end. The town the Galatea family lay claim to is at the top of a mountain with the gym at the peak. In the dips and valleys there are lots of farms, meaning in order to collect the crops the Galatea family must organise delivery across the mountains through corviknights. When you first climb the mountain, you meet one such Pokémon who is injured and resting with a young man. He had been tasked with delivering medicine to the town when he and his Pokémon were attacked by Team Bandit. You help them both reach the top of the mountain. When you reach the peak, you are met with a crowd of relieved citizens. It turns out that the young man is Ingrid’s brother and the town had been desperately searching for him. As a thank you, Ingrid gives you a reward - a golden winged hair accessory that can be given to a Pokémon which makes flying moves more powerful. She also allows you to bypass the standard challenge and go straight to the gym leader battle.

Ingrid often rides a Mount Pokémon, a Fódlan species variation of a Rapidash. This variant has is mostly white in its body, has two wings, a silver horn, it’s mane is made of icicles instead of flames. This variant is ice type and flying type. Whilst Ingrid is attached to her Rapidash and rides her everywhere, her companion Pokémon is actually her Braviary who flies along side them. Ingrid’s family have raised this specific Rapidash for centuries, meaning the ones she rides and takes in have always been shared. The Braviary however found her, their growth and relationship was more organic. He was a small, sickly Pokémon who hatched at her village’s nursery. They were convinced he wouldn’t live, but Ingrid took him anyway and proved them wrong as he became the gigantic, proud beast he became today.

Mercedes

Mercedes is the leader of the Fairy type Gym which she inherited from her mother. Originally, her brother Emil was supposed to inherit it before he disappeared. She wears pink dungarees, a white t-shirt, bracelets of varying colours on both wrists, a necklace with an amethyst pendant, and a cross body satchel. It’s a deep purple with silver buckles. Her hair is long and blonde, kept out of her eyes by a Sylveon hairband. She enjoys cooking and making her own medicines, her companion Pokémon Dachsbun helps with both tasks and she is always at Mercedes’ feet or in her arms.

When you arrive at Mercedes’ gym you are immediately presented with some complimentary bread which has healing properties. The challenge all trainers are given is capturing five feline Pokémon of any type and bring them to the Pokémon sanctuary in the village. When asking around the town you discover that Mercedes’ brother Emil had a great affinity for feline Pokémon, they were his favourite and his companion Pokémon was a Espurr. After you’ve earned Mercedes’ badge she asks you if when collecting the feline Pokémon you found a strange looking boy. She says he would be twenty years old, and looks similar to her. At this point you haven’t, which seems to disappoint her. It is possible to reunite her with her brother. You have to go to the Empire and find Edelgard, you ask her if she knew of anyone named Emil, with an affinity feline Pokémon, and give her a description. She says she doesn’t know anyone with that name but it sounds similar to a trainer named Jeritza who works for her father. He specialises in dark, psychic, and fairy Pokémon’s You find him, but are first confronted with a very protective Meowstic who seems determined not to let you near her trainer.

Annette

Annette is the Gym Leader of the Psychic type gym. keeps her hair in two plaits, wears a purple Espeon beanie, a pink hoodie, baggy blue jeans, and purple and white trainers. She has a backpack which doesn’t quite close and is filled with books, sweets, and various treats, medicines, and other equipment for her Pokémon. She sort of stumbled into being the leader of the psychic gym, her father was the leader of the fighting gym which her mother took over. When going on her own journey to study and catch Pokémon she found herself at the psychic gym run at the time by her cousin Simon. He desperately wished to be rid of it and was impressed so much by Annette’s abilities he decided to bestow it upon her.

Her companion Pokémon is her hatenna who often travels around in her hood. She wasn’t the first Pokémon Annette captured but when she did on her journey that resulted in her joining the psychic gym she fell in love. Hatenna immediately found herself drawn to Annette because she had such a calm, joyful disposition which resulted in Hatenna being able to mimic these emotions. She enjoys Annette’s songs that she makes up and Hatenna often sings along. When you reach the psychic gym, Annette is there speaking to Mercedes, they’re talking about Annette’s dad and how she still hasn’t heard any news of him. Annette is close to giving up, and Mercedes is sympathetic but encourages her not to. Annette then gives you the challenge for her gym, in order to battle her you have to make her some cherry donuts. The ingredients can be found from around the town. After you’ve obtained her badge, you can ask her for a description of her dad. You can then go see Dimitri, and ask him if the man sounds familiar. He points you in the direction of Gilbert, or “Gustave”. When you find him he is standoffish and stoic. He doesn’t wish to speak of his daughter and refuses to entertain the idea of seeing her. However, if you return to the psychic gym post-game you can see Annette and Gilbert together.

Ashe

Ashe is the Dark Type gym leader. He wears a black hoodie, black archery gloves, and grey jeans with sewn on patterned patches. There are three all together, one has an Umbreon pattern, another has a Houndour, and the final one has a Purrloin on it. This gym is at the base of Faerghus’s main mountain range. It is on the coast of a river that flows from the stream that starts close to the peak. There is a significant amount of fog there, making visibility extremely difficult if you aren’t prepared.

Ashe feels a lot of shame about being so closely connected with the Dark Pokémon type. As grateful as he is to his foster father for looking after him, and for the fact he chose Ashe to lead the gym, he doesn’t enjoy the stereotypes and implications that come along with the Dark Pokémon type. It doesn’t help that Ashe has a history with things such as lock-picking and stealing, in fact he almost fell in line with Team Bandit before his foster father took him in. That being said, his past and talents have had some influence on him being such a talented gym leader. It also led to him finding and becoming close to his companion Pokémon nickit. He does have an extremely strong bond to nickit, and he does with a lot of his Pokémon. He tries not to think too much about their typing, but it’s hard not to when nickit’s thieving tendency shines through. He encourages and trains his nickit not to steal unless it’s in battle with extremely mixed results.

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