#byleth x gn reader

[allovertheplace-writing]

Hiya again svshs! It's Tulip Anon 🌷~ I decided to send in my first request to you aaa! I think there will definitely be more to come sbsjs 💕

Anywho! I was wondering if I could request headcanons of female Byleth with a gender-neutral reader s/o who's super affectionate (they like showing their love using words, giving gifts, and such svshs)?

Tysm for your time and please have a great day!

- Tulip Anon 🌷

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Fire Emblem Three Houses

Character(s): F! Byleth

Genre: Fluff

Type: Headcanon

Description: Byleth and Her Very Affectionate S/o

Warning(s): Jeralt Mentioned

Tulip, are you.. a mind reader? I was just thinking about fe3h and began writing a little blurb for Ferdinand, but BYLETH-

Thank you for sending this in, it was so nice writing it! And I'm happy to see that you're thinking of sending more in the future, hehe!

I hope you have a wonderful day, Tulip!! Take care ♡

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Time with you is like a pick-me-up for her

A reset of sorts after dealing with her professorial and church duties

No matter how brief

Sometimes you would show with a trinket or food, catching her in the halls of the monastery

Other times you'd visit her in her father's office with her lunch and your own, and maybe one for Jeralt too

Byleth would melt even if you only uttered a "For you, By!", even if you rushed an "I love you."

She found pet names strange at first, not use to them, but was quick to love them

She appreciates when you help her with things, such as deliveries and passing on a message

Although Byleth feels as if she isn't doing enough for you every once in a while, mostly due to her busy schedule

She finds you to be so sweet and adoring

Whenever she is able, she'll return to you with a gift or a letter, and plenty of honeyed words from her heart

Including a kiss to your lips

Had she formed a plan based on your past actions?

...perhaps

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#♡ - Tulip anon!🌷 #fe3h #fe3h byleth #fe3h byleth x reader #fem byleth #x reader #writing #fluff #headcanons #hcs #fe3h hcs #fe3h headcanons #fe3h fem byleth #byleth x gn reader #byleth x reader #x gender neutral reader #fe3h x gn reader #x gn reader #scenarios #ask answered #fire emblem three houses x gn reader #fire emblem three houses byleth x reader #fire emblem three houses x gender neutral reader #fire emblem three houses x reader #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem #fe3h jeralt #♡ - Rosie writes!

[frickingnerd]

being in a love triangle with byleth and shez

pairing: byleth eisner x gn!reader x shez

tags: love triangle, rivarly, arguments, genderneutral shez & byleth

byleth might've caught your eyes first, by being a strong and yet mysterious mercenary, but shez had been your friend for much longer!

both of them had something positive about them, as well as negative things you couldn't possibly ignore

the most glaring negative about both of them was their rivalry with each other! the two of them really managed to bring out each other's worst side when they were around each other…

their rivalry was first only on the battlefield, but when it became more obvious that both of them were in love with you, their rivalry soon swapped over into your everyday life

both shez and byleth want to win your heart, but neither of them is as direct as simply confessing to you

instead, both of them try to hog up all your time, so that the other one can't be near you! it's usually rather subtle, by trying to be the first to ask you out for dinner or to train together

it's always a race who gets to you first and it seems to be an unspoken rule that once one of you spends time with you, the other one stays far away

trying to make the two of them spend time together only backfires, as your attempts to help them become friends often end in arguments between shez and byleth

eventually, you set the two of them an ultimatum: you'll only pick one of them, if the two of them can finally get along!

they don't need to become best friends, but you want both of them to be part of your life, without having to compromise!

#shez x reader #shez fire emblem #byleth eisner x reader #byleth x reader #x reader #x you #x y/n #x gn reader #headcanons #fluff #angst #fe3h x reader #fe3h #fire emblem three hopes #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem x reader #feh #fire emblem #fire emblem heroes

[fiction-box]

To End Where You Started

GN!Reader x Dimitri

This is a response to a request for a GN!Reader who was childhood friends with Dimitri before switching sides once it came time for the war. This one took me much longer to write because I wanted to better establish the circumstances of the work. Hopefully, you love it all the more! If you like this, there is another I wrote for the same prompt with Felix on my page!

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

You’ve always valued human life. 

So when you saw Dimitri in the Holy Mausoleum, his mind lost and his lance bloody, you weren't sure what to do next.

It seemed no one knew what to do next. Felix was standing in front of Annette, glaring daggers at the blond. Mercedes slowly shifted toward her friend as Sylvain and Ingrid exchanged worried yet knowing looks. Dedue stepped forward, though he had no words. Even the professor seemed to be at a loss.

Dimitri, however, just began laughing again and shouting nonsense.

“No one will rest until Edelgard and the rest of the Empire force are burning in hell.”

“Your Highness-”

“Did I stutter, Dedue? Or perhaps you are considering turning your back on me now?”

 “Snap out of it, Boar!” Felix growled. “We’re not going to-”

“Then leave! If you no longer see me as your leader, why not go join her?’

Silence.

You could only watch as Dimitri’s eyes scanned the faces of your allies, daring your friends to take a step in either direction. No one spoke, but there was a palpable tension in everyone’s body. In the way that Mercedes and Annette clung to each other, in the way that Felix kept his hand by his sword, Dedue kept silent and steady, and Professor Byleth did not intervene. In the way that Sylvain grit his teeth, Ashe pursed his lips, and Ingrid practically strangled the pole of her lance.

In the way that you stepped forward, quiet yet resolute.

“I won’t be treated like this.”

Dimitri scowled, “You’re a soldier, aren’t you? You signed up for this the moment you joined the Blue Lion house.”

“I signed up to fight in the hopes of protecting Faerghus and its people! I signed up to honor my family and keep the ones I love safe!” you shouted over him before bringing your voice back down. “There is no honor in this.”

“And you would not serve your future king? Where is your honor in running away?”

“I would not bow to those corrupted by their emotions! No one who would act in such a manner ought to represent Faerghus!”

“Then go to her! Run off and join the scum of the earth that march under that woman’s name!” he spat. “But mark my words, when we do meet again, I shall meet you with the fate of a traitor. There will be no mercy even should you beg for it. Do not expect remorse from any of us when your head, too, rolls upon the dirt.”

You did not allow your face to betray any emotion at all. You would show no sign of anything, despite the way his words cut through you. How could someone you practically exalted, someone you had become so close to over the past several months, turn around and talk to you like this.

Maybe your friends weren’t strong enough to stand up for themselves. Maybe they had too much to lose; people to protect and family to remain with. Ideals, relations, and possessions that could only be secure if they sided with Dimitri. A few had said as such, declaring their belief in Dimitri as their future king.

You loved them dearly, but there wasn’t a single one among them that you would allow yourself to be treated this way for. Especially not now, when none cared to stand up for you.

Finally, you clenched your teeth. If that was how he really felt, and if your friends were letting him speak for them, then that truly was the end of it.

“Maybe I will go. Edelgard would at least pretend to care whether I live or die, and the Black Eagles are actually bold enough to stand up for what they believe.”

Spinning on your heel, you left the Mausoleum alone. 

In truth, you had no intention of joining the empire. At least not at first. Once you arrived back home, you informed your parents of the prince’s delusion. They seemed to be proud of your decision, and as proof of their support, chose to become a neutral faction in the war. 

The amount of prestige and connections that came with that sacrifice…you were torn between being moved and remorseful. While it was true that your family had not lost too much power, as crest wielding houses tended not to do, there was still a great sacrifice made in keeping you safe from the Kingdom’s demands.

That was not the only change, however. It turns out that news travels fast when the family of a veritable noble house defects from their allies. People were stopping by left and right, bargaining troop stations, land usage, resource management, and all the other things that would keep your mother and father busy. You chose to focus on defending your land, though it did not consist of much work while both the Alliance and the Empire found it so valuable.

Needless to say, you were more than curious the day your mother called you into one of the drawing rooms to meet with one of her guests.

“Mother, what is this about? You know I prefer not to attend these sorts of things.”

“Oh, I know very well, darling. This one is a bit different, though. Someone has requested to confer with you directly, and I would have been in a bit of a tight spot to say no.”

“What do you mean?”

“It is no secret that we have been both opening up to and prospering from negotiations from several sides of this war. There have been enticing offers to nullify our neutrality and pledge allegiance here or there. You know this.”

“Oh,” you were beginning to catch on. “So then someone must have made an offer that you liked?”

“Just…promise me you’ll keep an open mind.”

“Of course.” 

With an odd tension about you, you braced yourself for whatever would be found in that room. Your mother was not usually one to be so cryptic. A quiet sigh left your lips as you turned around.

The doors opened in front of you.

“Ah, I see you made your way here without much trouble.”

…what?

“Lady Edelgard? What are you-...Shouldn’t you be heading the war effort somewhere?”

What was this, really?

Remembering yourself, you lowered yourself in greeting, “Forgive me, your Imperial Majesty.”

You rose, trying to process the image in front of you. The Emperor of Adrestia sat poised on the sofa with a cup of tea your mother had no doubt been the one to offer. At her side stood Hubert, dutiful as he was so often described.

Soundlessly, she set down her cup, “Everything I do is for the future. For this war to end. I took notice that you were not among your former classmates’ ranks and grew curious. Needless to say, I did not need to look far to find you.”

“It was not my intention to run and hide,” you stated, taking a seat on the couch across from Edelgard.

“I never meant to imply as such,” she began. “On the contrary, I believe you still have a place in this war. If you left for the reasons I believe you did, that is.”

The conversation that followed consisted of platitudes and ideals; the type of which you both seemed to agree upon. You found your own ideas of the values of talent and human life to be eerily similar. It was decidedly reassuring that she had come to you directly, so that you could see them reflected in the leader of the Empire firsthand.

In time, you would join the Empire’s ranks under a woman named Cornelia while your house remained neutral. It would not have been in the best interests for a house so distant from the Empire to declare fealty, after all.

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Several years later, you would be uncertain of your decision.

After everything you had witnessed Edelgard do up to this point, you weren’t so sure she viewed your ideals in the same light. Crest beasts, experiments, secret treaties, and deals made in the dark of night…you couldn’t get behind it, but your family had already made its decision.

Even so…

I agreed to fight for the empire, you reminded yourself, not for this woman.

Right now, you were being assigned to defend the Kingdom’s capital in an effort led by Cornelia. Ironically, the sorceress seemed to be the epitome of everything you stood against, yet here you were as her ally.

How far you had come from home.

She had positioned you between a pair of horrifying machines; two technological terrors known as viskam.

How low you must have come from your initial meeting with the Emperor.

You watched as your previous house leader’s army dispersed. Some soldiers veered left, others went right, but Dimitri’s main force charged up the middle, directly at you and the mechs Cornelia had placed.

Watching diligently, you noted how the Kingdom soldiers would take on multiple of Cornelia’s fighters while Dimitri would sneak past.

Well, as sneaky as someone with a bright fur cape and a target on his back could be.

A thought came to mind with every step forward he took. It came slowly, not sudden in the slightest, but sure.

If I were to kill Dimitri, all of this would end.

It was true, you knew. You were unsure how you felt about it, though you deduced that part of that uncertainty came from your past friendship with the prince. But had he truly reverted from the monster you left in the Holy Mausoleum?

There was only one way to find out, you supposed. You would face your past friend head-on. If he turned out to be the same man you saw that day, you would not hesitate to kill him. Anything to end this war.

Just as he made his way to the staircase, you walked forward, blocking off the top.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Dimitri’s eyes went wide, but you didn’t buy it. He had a clear view of you positioned just below Cornelia since the moment he walked into her sight.

So what, then? Were you to believe his surprise came from the idea that you were actually trying to stop him? You’d be lying if you said that wasn’t the slightest bit insulting.

“It’s you…but why-”

You threw a dagger at him, which whiffed as he sidestepped, “That’s all I get? It’s you? After all those years, not to mention the amalgamation of everything you said and did once the Flame Emperor unmasked herself, you cannot even say my name?”

His eyes softened as though hurt, “I didn’t think I had the privilege, anymore.”

“Then fight me! You have always given yourself the privilege to take the lives of others,” another dagger, this one closer to hitting its mark before Dimitri barely moved out of the way, “Do not let mine be any different.”

“I’m sorry,” he approached you, climbing the stairs, “I understand why you left, but know now that I do not wish to hurt you. Just step aside so-”

“And then what? Let you kill Cornelia? Condemn thousands of others in some future conquest?”

What were you doing? This version of Dimitri was worlds apart from the boy you left in the Holy Mausoleum.

So why were you still fighting him?

A loud noise disrupted your thoughts. You turned to face it, noting that Dimitri paused, as well. Farther away, Cornelia let out a dark cackle.

“Wonderful job getting the poor princeling right where I need him. Your death will not be in vain.”

You did not allow yourself to fully process her words as a bright light shot out of the viskam that had made that awful noise, earlier. With the future king just paces away, you could guess where it was going to land.

But Dimitri had turned to face Cornelia.

It appeared you had a choice to make.

“Don’t resist,” you closed the distance between yourself and the Kingdom's rightful heir. He had grown since your last encounter; holding this grudge could only do more harm than good.

Maybe that meant you would not survive this, but in that moment, what was your life next to his?

So, in the second before he could react and before the viskam struck, you pushed Dimitri down the stairs.

And it was when the world went from bright white to pitch black that you knew your death would not be in vain.

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“A…ing…rk?”

“We…bre…ag?”

“I bel…sh…wake up in…!”

Everything ached, and you couldn’t move. It would probably hurt if you tried, anyway.

At least you could feel something, right? At least you were alive. Though if you had to go through life like this, then perhaps you were better off dead.

But then a cooling sensation began to make itself known throughout your body. It was strongest in your head, torso, and legs, though you could feel it spreading and connecting in your arms and neck.

Tentatively, you allowed your eyes to open.

“Oh, thank goodness! Mercie, we did it!” Annette beamed from her position at your head.

Felix scoffed, “About time.”

“How do you feel? Are you alright?”

“I can’t feel my legs,” you managed, surprised at the strength of your own voice, “and…I cannot move.”

Scanning the area with your eyes, you realized you hadn’t been moved, either. You were still lying on the floor by the stairs; exactly where you remember being struck down.

“Is Cornelia…?”

“Dead,” Felix confirmed.

“And I remember pushing his Highness down the stairs. It was the best I could do with my own strength…” you had known you weren’t strong enough to normally push him far enough out of the way nor to pull him far enough before he instinctively resisted, ”but he isn’t hurt too badly, is he?”

“Oh goodness, no! Annie told me she saw the whole thing. Apparently, Dimitri caught himself rather quickly.” Mercedes reassured you.

Annette frowned, “I’ve never had to spend this much time on an injury, and certainly not while working with others. I’m surprised it’s taking this long.”

“I’m surprised you’re alive.”

“Felix!”

“What? You and I both saw that thing,” he turned from Annette back to you. “If you had sustained any other injuries before getting hit by that thing, you’d have been dead on the spot.”

Annette and Felix continued their banter as you shut your eyes and listened. Finally, you began to feel your body coming back to life; stronger and back into your control.

“Okay, I think that should do it! How does that feel?”

Annette waited another moment for your response before calling your name in confusion.

“Oops,” Mercedes giggled, “I think the magic might have lulled them to sleep. We did go a little overboard, I suppose.”

“Is everything alright?”

The group turned, looking up at the new voice that joined them.

“Prince Dimitri! Yes, everything is fine. They should be all better upon awakening.”

“Ah, that’s good. I am sorry to have left you all here for so long. Sylvain, Ingrid, and myself were working on reconciling with the remaining soldiers.”

Felix raised a brow, “Then where are they?”

“Once the issue of alliances was out of the way, Ingrid told me they could handle the rest,” Dimitri directed his eyes down to you. “Sylvain…said it might be best if I came to check on them.”

The swordsman’s expression didn’t change, “Well that doesn’t make any sense. There’s already three of us-! Hey!”

Dimitri balked as he watched Annette get up and drag Felix with her. Mercedes followed close behind, smiling back at him. 

“Let us know if they need any more help!” 

“Y-Yes of course…” he stammered, confused.

“Of course what?”

Shocked to hear your voice, the Blue Lion’s leader dropped his gaze unto where you had been resting on the floor, “Ah! You’re awake!”

You made a small noise, blinking against the light of the sun as you began to sit up.

“Mercedes told me to fetch her if you were having any issues. Are you alright?”

Methodically, you tested each of your limbs, “Yes…Yes, I think so.”

“Good,” he sighed, and you swore you saw him relax the slightest bit.

The ensuing silence was uncomfortable, to say the least.

“Forgive me for this. I know you’ve just recovered, but I’d like to thank you for saving my life.”

“You're welcome,” you said, “but why are you apologizing for that?”

He maintained eye contact with you, “Because I would also like to ask you why you did that.”

At first, you didn’t really have a response. The more you thought about it though, the more clear everything felt in your head. There was really only one answer.

“I just did what I thought was right.”

“But I was terrible to you!” Dimitri didn’t hesitate, “I said horrible things to you, and I treated you like…”

“Like I was worthless?”

It was as though all the words left Dimitri's mouth. After another moment of silence, he finally averted his gaze, “I do not deserve your forgiveness.”

“No, you really don’t, do you?”

…no reaction. So he was telling the truth.

“But, if you were to apologize, I might forgive you.”

He looked to you slowly, a look of timid surprise written on the blond’s face, “Surely, it would take more than that…”

“It should not take more than that if you are genuine,” you painted your face with a small frown, in conflict with yourself, “You’re not the same person you were 5 years ago, Dimitri. I am not about to make a habit of forgiving people just because some time has passed, but I know that many more people can be helped if we clear the air right now.”

“Right,” he swallowed, extending his hand down to you. “In that case, know that I am truly sorry for the way I treated you, both within the Holy Mausoleum and the several days before. I also apologize for the effect it has had upon both you and your family, though it seems you have found a way to make the most of your situation.”

You laughed a bit at that, accepting his offer to help you to your feet, “I suppose you could say that.”

Now it was the prince’s turn to frown, “I am being serious. This will not happen again. I promise to respect and honor both you and all that you do for the Blue Lions.” He paused, suddenly unsure, “If…you do choose to come back, that is.”

Turning away to hide the small blush that appeared at his phrasing, you looked at the stairwell, “It would be thoughtless not to join, seeing how I almost died for you.”

At the feeling of his hands on your arms, you turned back to him, surprised.

“You must promise to never do that again. Do you understand me?”

“I…you know I could never promise that. You’re too important.”

“Swear it anyway,” he pleaded. 

How uncharacteristic, you wondered.

“Really, Dimitri-”

“I don’t care if it’s a lie,” he let go of you, taking a step back while never wavering his gaze, “Just…”

He seemed to have run out of words, and all the two of you could do was stare at each other. Eventually, you broke first with a sigh. You couldn’t bear to maintain eye contact knowing you could never rely on your words alone to determine your future. Regardless, you spoke.

“...I…promise…that will not happen again.”

A grimace appeared on Dimitri’s face out of the corner of your eye, but the two of you spoke no more after that. Wordlessly, you left to go find Mercedes and the others. Where Dimitri went in the moments following, you had no clue, but the conversation would stay in your mind throughout the rest of the war.

Only time would tell if your promise was kept.

#fire emblem #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #fiction #fe x reader #fe3h x reader #fire emblem x reader #x reader #fe dimitri #fe3h dimitri #dimitri fe3h #dimitri fire emblem #dimitri x reader #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd

[bakuliwrites]

Video Game Fanfiction Table of Contents

Disclaimer: 18+, Minors DNI!!!!!!

Baldur's Gate 3

Just to Be Held (M): Astarion x Tav, His shoulders slump as he releases a heavy sigh. He’s been worn down by your patience, worn down by years of keeping everything to himself. Here you are, offering up companionship without any expectation. Here you are, sitting in front of him, telling him that you actually, for some gods’ forsaken reason, like spending time with him and you’re not expecting any sort of compensation from him. So why is he trying so desperately to push you away? Astarion and Tav share a quiet, peaceful moment together along their journey. Astarion learns that he is valued and loved. Tumblr, AO3

The Elder Scrolls

Devotion (18+): Cicero x Listener, He worships her, every piece of her. All of his Listener must be worshipped, as ordained. Cicero, sweet Cicero, eager to please. Eager to serve. His lips on hers, his hands roving, searching, exploring. Venerating. He dies inside her, and it is glorious. He would die a thousand times in her, as many times as she wanted. Immolating in her light over and over and over again. Cicero is unsure of this new Listener, but his feelings are muddled and confusing. What will happen when the Listener is forced to choose to take or spare his life? Tumblr, AO3.

Legend of Zelda

Ebb and Flow (18+): Prince Sidon x Reader, “I will not accept that all we’re meant to be are star-crossed lovers,” Sidon states passionately, his tone filled with a steady resolve, “I cannot accept it. Was it not here that I pledged myself to you? And you to me? Was it not here that we promised our hearts to one another? Aren’t we more than just crossing tides?” Sidon is given earth shattering news. His duty as a Zora Prince outweighs all else. But how can he accept that when his love for you is so deep? Tumblr, AO3.

Stardew Valley

Love Letters (18+): Elliott x Reader, My Muse! You inspire in me such vivid dreams that when I wake to find my bed empty, I despair! I ache for you, body and soul. How I long to return to you, scoop you up in my arms, and ravish you from evening until dawn (Beyond dawn! For dawn does not limit my undying love, my eternal passion for you). Though weary from this whirlwind tour, I am never too weary to show you the depths of my adoration for you. I will return to you early next week, and I am beside myself with excitement. Elliott returns home from his book tour and the Farmer has a sultry surprise for him. Tumblr, AO3.

Dark Souls

Lunar Halo (18+): Gwyndolin x OC, Gods do not require witnesses. So in the sanctity of the Holy Church of Anor Londo, Gwyndolin weds a mortal woman, a marriage that takes place with sightless statues and eyeless stained glass figures for guests. Veiled by cloth woven of moonlight, Gwyndolin guides his Beloved Star to the altar. Her robes are redolent of the night that enshrouds the earth, glimmering diamonds and sweeping swathes of indigo pooling around her feet as she glides up the aisle. Iridescent moonstone enamels her hand and with the promise of fealty, of love for eternity, the Dark Sun is wed. And a mortal has been anointed his wife. A tale of how the Dark Sun came to love a woman born of the Dark Soul. AO3

Fire Emblem

Restless (18+): Xander x F!Reader, As leader of the combined Hoshidan and Nohrian armies, you find yourself growing restless one night, plagued with troubling thoughts. You decide some fresh air and quiet reflection under the stars might do you some good; but, you run into Xander, also lost in thought, and decide to spend some time together. AO3

Slip Away (18+): Xander x Gender-Neutral Reader, Xander finds himself unable to unwind at his birthday party, until a certain someone whisks him away. Tumblr, AO3

To Walk a Path of Light (M): Jeritza von Hrym x GN!Byleth, Jeritza’s desire for Byleth was sparked long before the goddess had even conceived of either of their forms. Their fates have always been intertwined... Long after the war has ended, Jeritza seeks out a familiar face, while the Death Knight seeks a battle. Tumblr, AO3

Gentle (18+): Jeritza Von Hrym x OC, "She is soft. And in her softness, she dissolves whatever sharpness, whatever edge I have. In perfumed sheets and gilded sunlight, I am, for a moment, vulnerable. My gentility clambers out from where it's been buried deep for so many years. The Death Knight dies in her embrace, and from him blooms a new creature." Jeritza finds himself drawn to one of Garreg Mach's newest professors. Tumblr: Chapter 1, AO3

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #the elder scrolls #skyrim #cicero x listener #the elder scrolls 5 #legend of zelda #prince sidon #prince sidon x reader #loz:totk #loz:botw #stardew valley #sdv #sdv elliott #elliott x reader #fire emblem #xander fire emblem #jeritza von hrym #xander x reader #jeritza x byleth #spicy #lemon #dark souls #gwyndolin #gwyndolin x oc #astarion #bg3 astarion

[fandom-friday]

Thank you so much to everyone that submitted recommendations this week! A comprehensive list of this week’s submissions can be found under the cut! Recommendations are organized by show/media, and any main pairings will be listed after the title.

🌊 = 18+ content

Fics:

The Clone Wars: Someday (Commander Cody x gn!Reader) by @dystopicjumpsuit Do Over by @toomanyteefs Like Suns Rise and Stars Fall by @varpusvaras 🌊 One Step at a Time by @wild-karrde Wrap-Around by helpivefallenandicantgetup (AO3)

The Bad Batch: 🌊 Fantasy Falls into Reality (Tech x f!Reader) by @eyeluvmusic21 Mayday, Mayday by @apocalyp-tech-a Confrontation by @eclec-tech

Star Wars Prequel Trilogy: Palo's Sketchbook (Padmé Amidala x Palo) by @findswoman

Batman: Breaking What is Already Fragile by FishFromMars (AO3) Last Wishes by a_rainbow_girl_detective (AO3) To Love What is Mortal by a_rainbow_girl_detective (AO3) Stolen Silk by a_rainbow_girl_detective (AO3) They Open Their Wings So Easily, And Fly by a_rainbow_girl_detective (AO3) Is Dick Grayson the Asshole? by clapclapwatchyourback (AO3) The Hearts of Gotham by @schrijverr Throughout Infinity by flumen (AO3) He's Ours Now by Lulu_Rythmea (AO3) Undercover by InvalidStuff (AO3) Patchwork Siblings by @raberbagirl Thursday's Child by @syntactition Not Unloved Anymore by @paper-sunflower-lane A Father's Wish by @alone77

The Murderbot Diaries: Via Solitude by FlipSpring (AO3) Abandoned Unit by Skits (AO3)

Fire Emblem: Three Houses The Winter Lady of Fraldarius (Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd x My Unit/Byleth) by @teecupangel

Crossover AUs: Of Snuggles and Ice Cream (Batman x Pokemon Crossover) by Shadeseeker44 (AO3) Greedy Bastards are Fox's Specialty (Star Wars x The Hobbit Crossover) by ByteMe (something_generic) (AO3)

Art:

The Clone Wars: Commander Fox Art by @rexxdjarin Captain Rex Art by @rexxdjarin Captain Rex Art by @peanuttoffee Rex has a New Workout Buddy by @omaano Breakfast is Ready by @pinkiemme Commander Thire Art by @wyvernsrus Commander Wolffe Art by @itzmoonstar

The Bad Batch: They Were Never Good with Words by @thattoothpick Captain Baja Blast by @blairaptor Hunter Art by @mesvi

Rebels: With a Look that Says "I Love You Too" by @tyquu

The Mandalorian: Din Djarin Art by @eggdrawsthings

Percy Jackson: Percy x Annabeth Art by @abreca Percy x Annabeth Art by @alexcopeman

Baldur's Gate 3: 🌊 An Embrace by @cleric4vampire

Crescent City Series: Perry Ravenscroft Art by elizianna.the.one (Instagram) So the Day falls in love with the Night by gabsgabx (Instagram)

A Court of Thorns and Roses Series: Azriel Art by luxury_banshee (Instagram) Elriel as Anakin and Padme (Azriel x Elain) by gessueter (Instagram)

#ff weekly summary

[nabateaprodigy]

Masterlist

Finally got around to making this! Here's a collection of my writing.

Where are you y/n? (Rhea x GN!Reader)

By Your Side (M!Alear x Vander)

Heartache (M!Byleth x Seteth)

Fódlan Sibling Headcannons (Dimitri, Felix, Constance, Linhardt, Caspar, and Yuri)

A King and his Summoner (Dimitri x GN!Reader)

A Picnic and Flowers (Clanne x Citrinne)

Starlight Sky (Rhea x F!Byleth)

Byleth and Shez Comfort Headcannons (M!Shez and M!Byleth x GN!Reader)

Domestic Life Headcanons (M!Shez and Claude x GN!Reader)

Cuddle Time! (Arval, M!Shez, and M!Byleth x Fem!Reader)

The Prince and His Maiden of Death (Dimitri x Fem!Reader)

Alcryst, M!Alear, and Gregory Headcannons. (Alcyst, M!Alear, and Gregory x Fem!Reader)

I'm Not Jealous! (Hortensia x Clanne)

Hey! That Dance Is With Me! (Ferdinand, Caspar, and Dorothea x GN!Reader)

A Friendship of Fire and Ice (Natsu x Male!Reader)

Papa Where do Babies Come From? (Juvia x Male!Reader)

My Lovely Rain Woman (Juvia x Male!Reader)

Can't Look Back (Juvia x Gray)

Angelic Care (Angel x Male!Reader)

Hidden Power (Mirajane x GN!Reader)

Love At First Drink? (Gray x Male!Reader)

Uninvited Guests (Gray x Fem!Reader)

Rude Awakening (Wendy x Male!Reader)

Musical Mishap (Team Natsu x Fem!Reader)

Talk To Me (Juvia x Male!Reader)

I Can't Lose you to (Gray x Fem!Reader)

Snakes Curse (Wendy x Male!Reader)

First Word (Juvia x Male!Reader)

Rain, Rain Go Away and Come Back Another Day (Gray x Male!Reader)

Overflow (Gray and Lucy x Male!Reader)

Dear Little Brother (Greige x Fem!Reader)

Moving On (Gray and Juvia x Male!Reader)

Vs Y/N! (Omori, Kel, Hero, and Aubrey x GN!Reader)

Ice Skating Mania (Omori, Hero, Kel, Aubrey, and Basil x Male!Reader)

Goodbye...Omori (Omori x GN!Reader)

Hopeful Maid (Nagito x Mahiru)

Rantaro and Kokichi Headcannons (Kokichi and Rantaro x GN!Reader)

Lady of Despair (Junko x Fem!Reader)

Music and Stars (Shuichi, Kokichi, K1-B0, and Rantaro x GN!Reader)

Kokichi and Nagito With a Sensitive S/O (Kokichi and Nagito x GN!Reader)

Please Don't Turn Me Into a Marketable Plushy! (Mukuro, Junko, Komaru, and Sonia x GN!Reader)

Pain In His Eyes (Fuyuhiko, Nagito, Kazuichi, and Leon x GN!Reader)

Attention (Kokichi x GN!Reader)

Playful Tendencies (Kokichi x GN!Reader)

A Mountain of Plushies (Nagito, Fuyuhiko, Kazuichi, and Hajime x Male!Reader)

Hopefully Compassion (Nagito x Fem!Reader)

Cheerleader Star (Leon x Gn!Reader)

Deserved to be Loved (Mahiru x Male!Reader)

DR1 and DR2 Cuddling Headcannons (Makoto, Chihiro, Hajime, and Nagito x AFAB!Reader)

Love of History (Kyoko, Mukuro, Ibuki and Kirumi x GN!Reader)

Life or Death (Kyoko and Mukuro x Male!Reader.)

Fire Emblem games i write for and character x character pairings

If i write for platonic x reader.

If I write for Naruto

#my writing #my post #masterlist #fairy tail #omori #danganronpa #request #omori x reader #fairy tail x reader #fire emblem #fire emblem x reader #danganronpa x reader #male reader #female reader #gender neutral reader #fairy tail imagines #fire emblem imagines #danganronpa imagines #fanfiction #fanfic #fluff #angst #danganronpa masterlist #fairy tail masterlist #oneshot #x reader #platonic #danganronpa 2 goodbye despair #danganronpa v3 killing harmony #danganronpa trigger happy havoc

[rqnvindr]

sparkles of envy

pairing: felix fraldarius x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

w.c: 1.7k

synopsis: felix can’t shake off the sour feeling he gets when he sees you dancing with dimitri at the ball. afterwards, he’s met with more certainty for the future when the two of you find yourselves at the goddess tower.

a/n: first time writing for fire emblem let’s gooooo ;D

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“well would you look at that,” sylvain crosses his arms behind his head, glancing at you and dimitri dancing in the middle of the ballroom. all eyes were naturally on the two of you, having long-awaited the crown prince of faerghus to take the floor. all except for felix, who scoffed in advance of sylvain getting his words out. “he’s a lucky man for sure.”

the blue-haired boy put his hands on his hips. “of course you would fall for the boar’s act. this was one of the many reasons i didn’t want to attend this damn ball in the first place.”

felix wasn’t lying. if it weren’t for the professor’s pleas, he would’ve spent the night training as usual, in complete solitude. especially after seeing that you surely weren’t alone, evident from how you leaned in closer to dimitri to whisper in his ear and laughed in unison with him.

“hey c’mon. you have to admit that they do look pretty good together.”

“you’re just projecting. i’m sure you’d be trying to woo the boar’s partner right now if they hadn’t already gotten swept up.”

sylvain ignores the opportunity for banter when he suddenly goes off on a tangent about how byleth ‘irrevocably changed [his] life’ and how they might actually be soulmates. he then spots her from across the hall and leaves felix alone to ask for a dance. although he felt bad for their professor, he’d settle for his childhood best friend bothering someone else over embarrassing him any day.

the goddess tower seemed like a much better place to be than this suffocating lovesickness. cold, empty, and away from the crowd. even if the training grounds were locked, he could still take the time to reflect on his next steps for the future. there were plenty of people he still had to surpass, and that included you. while you were busy swaying away with dimitri, he’d be getting stronger, the mental preparation making him all the more agile to sweep you off your feet by surprise.

that was it. felix would begrudgingly stay for 10 more minutes in case byleth had come looking for him, and then leave. he figured he might as well grab some refreshments to give him strength too.

“hey!” felix hides his surprise upon seeing you in line for drinks at the same time as him with a blank stare. “where have you been all night? dimitri and i were looking for you.”

“really? sure didn’t look like it earlier.” he really didn’t want to hear dimitri’s name right now. their friendship remained severed for years, but his blood had never ran colder from just hearing his name until it rolled off of your tongue so frivolously.

“oh,” you turn away with a sheepish smile. “yeah but don’t get the wrong idea. it’s just that...it’s traditional for the house leaders to begin dancing promptly..”

felix takes a sip of his newly acquired drink. “spare the details. this is enough proof that i will get stronger than you. you’re out here wasting your time with dances and romance, and i am going to continue to surpass you in the sword and in the way of the warrior.”

to anyone else, felix would be asking for an argument. he was always picking fights with everyone who challenged him, either verbally, or physically (through sparring). since the beginning of the school year, you have watched him stick to his principles, which at first did not appear to include caring for relationships. but after witnessing how he discreetly watches over his friends, and not too long before the grand ball, asked you to join him to try a new technique during training, there was something underneath his disappointment with you.

“nonetheless, don’t stay out too late. we have a big mission coming up and i’d be annoyed if you got sick. i’m leaving.”

“felix wait!” your voice shakes, but you remain firm.

“what? make it quick.” he frowns. the last thing he needs right now is you feigning sympathy for him and begging him to stay longer. he was already mere seconds away for abandoning his feelings for you right then and there without turning back.  

“all this talk about getting stronger....you know you can’t do that all alone, right?”

“there’s no one out there who could keep up with me at this point,” felix scoffs. “what? are you trying to say you’re up to honing your disciplines now?”

you roll your eyes. “i always have been. if i have to follow you to wherever could be more enticing than bonding with my classmates and friends than so be it.”

“fine. it’s not my job to hold you accountable for your word anyway.”

--

“staring off into space and brooding isn’t really ‘mental training’, felix.” you chide, causing him to scowl down at the brilliant view of the monastery from the goddess tower.

you were already feeling anxious about the implications of being alone with him in a secluded place like this. a secluded place with legends of promises of romance and hopes for the future for most people who found themselves in pairs of two at the heights of the monastery.

felix has no words to offer in objection to your implied definition of interpersonal reflection. alas, the lack of conversation leaves you with the sound of crickets. surprising, how the most minute of white noise could either help you relax or be even louder than your own thoughts.

“though, i can’t really blame you for taking in the world from above,” you join him on the balcony, arms crossed over the handrail. “the night sky in the mountains is clearer than the eroded dark skies during the winters of faerghus.”

“i don’t dislike the night. i’ve never been afraid of the dark, any alleged demons that came out would be cut down anyway. speaking of which, we could spar here sometime. there’s a lot more privacy than the training grounds.”

you can’t comprehend how felix could dance around, yet so explicitly express his desire to be alone with you. diving into the dangerous waters of teasing him, you grin mischievously.

“and you’re always going on and on about how dense dimitri is.” you murmur.

“ugh! if you have something to say, it’s better to not mumble, you know?” felix scoffs, a hair’s away from falling for whatever scheme you had up your sleeve in bringing up the prince. “whatever. i don’t want to waste my time prying into something so unimportant that you couldn’t even say it clearly.”

whenever he fires off the cannon of a tongue he was born with, you always have to study his expression. you didn’t expect to end up making direct eye contact with a person who dislikes it, his orange orbs complimenting the galaxies above.

“do you know why i train with you, felix?” you ask.

“no, i do not know. you want to become stronger right?” he exhales, shaking his head as he shrugs with his arms up.

“yeah, that’s a big reason. but also,” now comes the true gamble. no one else would dare to poke a bear, or in this case, a lone wolf. you were probably the first person in years to tenderly touch his cheek the way you did, and without him flinching away.

he could’ve pushed you away. but did he really want to take that risk when you could go back to the ball and cry on dimitri’s shoulder? for the first time, felix suppresses the urge to stay in the shadows, and grants you the honor of pulling him out.

“i admire the strength of your entire being. particularly in your eyes....they’re just like stars. whenever they twinkle passionately on the battlefield or during training, i feel all of my wishes coming true. the legendary powers of this tower don’t even come close to the hope you fill me with.” you gently caress his soft skin under your thumb.

felix is worried. he’s worried that he won’t be able to savor the feeling of your warm hand any longer, as he’s about to melt from your declaration alone. it’s  hard for him to process any form of affection, especially when it’s from his beloved partner in battle.

wait, beloved?

“y-you..!” felix grumbles, his voice cracking as he chokes out the last syllable. he reaches for your wrist, wanting to move your hand away. but he lets it linger, clinging onto you for support. you were the one who caused this mess, it’s your job to fix it.

“you okay?” he hates how innocently you blurt out the question, looking at him through your eyelashes.

“no! i mean, you can’t just say things like that so suddenly!” he facepalms with his other hand. “just...but don’t go anywhere okay?”

you snort under your breath and both of you withdraw your hands. “noted. we might as well get in some dance practice, though. after all i only got to dance with dimitri before you-”

“stop talking about dimitri.” felix snaps. “you’ve mentioned the boar enough for one night, give it a rest already.”

you laugh in disbelief, not because you’re mad at him. you just never would’ve expected your hypothesis to be true.

“i was right. you are jealous after all.” felix blushes. he hates having been caught so easily, but is also relieved that you understand his feelings.

“shut up. now, what’s this dance practice you were talking about?”

you guide felix’s hands and posture into the appropriate positions, based on professor byleth’s brief private instruction on dance. to this day, you don’t know why you were chosen as the class’ representative for the white heron cup, but your fifteen minutes of fame came in handy for wooing the swordsman in front of you.

“well,” you take the lead, as the two of you sway in sync and he grows less stiff as you squeeze his hand. “balance, concentration, chemistry between allies...these are all things you’ll need in battle. you’d do best to focus on other things other than the training dummy that you’ve beaten to the ground, literally.”

“tch.” felix turns away from you, albeit keeping his grip firm on you. “i don’t dislike that idea. if it makes you happy.” his last sentence is void of his usual sarcastic and dry tone, and replaced with a gentleness that you could get used to.

you wish to capture this moment forever. however short-lived just one dance may be, you both vow to live for another one.

#fe3h #fe3h x reader #fe3h fluff #fe3h imagines #fe3h scenarios #felix fraldarius #felix fraldarius x reader #felix fraldarius scenarios #felix fraldarius fluff #felix fraldarius imagines

[philliamwrites]

TDWC 08: Secrets of the Forgotten

Pairing: House Leaders x gn! Reader

Warnings: canon divergence, slow burn

Summary: “Please, don’t mind me at all,” Claude beams, his grin as wide as the Cheshire cat’s. Dimitri’s scowl deepens more. His eyes turn into the blue of an icy-cold glacier dominating the coastline of Faerghus in the North. “I do, actually. I wish to speak with the Herald in private.” “Then get in line for an appointment. Our Herald is very popular with folks, as you know.” And with that, he closes the door in Dimitri’s face.

Notes: [01] | 07 | 09

Words: 9.7k

A/N: huge thanks to @raindrops-on-the-roof for joining me on this ride and being my beta-reader!!

i lived, bitch. it's been so long but after a year, i'm back with the next chapter and it was ton of fun working on it becase we're finally introduced to a new figure and get some original content. also claude's a menace and that's what we all want. enjoy!

08: Secrets of the Forgotten

But evil things, in robes of sorrow, Assailed the monarch’s high estate; (Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow Shall dawn upon him desolate!) And round about his home the glory That blushed and bloomed, Is but a dim-remembered story Of the old time entombed.

— Edgar Allan Poe, “The Haunted Palace”

The underground canals running through Abyss, like veins moving blood through the body, are dirty and smell of human waste and decay, but Balthus plays a hand much dirtier and everyone huddling around the small, crooked table in Wilting Rose Inn groans in unison. Except for Byleth. She shows her own cards, a Royal Flush, and earns a round of earnest applause. You try catching her eye to find out whether she has turned time back in her favour but her ever-steady gaze doesn’t betray anything.

“Okay, lesson learnt.” Balthus gets up and stretches, putting his taut muscles on full display. “I never imagined there could be someone worse than Yuri out there. Clearly, I was wrong.”

“Is Yuri really that bad?” you ask, throwing your Flush on the table.

Balthus gives you a seldom serious look. “You have no idea.”

It’s certainly not that hard to imagine. He sometimes has this intense, piercing gaze in his eyes when he talks about knights patrolling too close to Abyss’ entrances for his liking, even though his whole body is a picture of relaxed serenity. He’s an amazing actor, you can give him that.

“Another round?” Byleth asks, already shuffling the cards expertly with her slender fingers. Apparently, part of being a mercenary also entails having an amazing poker face and constantly winning at card games.

“Oh, no, no, I think I’m on guard duty,” Marco, the Rogue, says and flees.

“I forgot I promised to check if there’s enough candle wax to … remake candles,” Ethan, the Marksman, says and bolts.

“These are the men supposed to protect us,” Barbara, the Smith, sighs. “Yet they fear their pride won’t stand after losing a game to a woman.” She gives Byleth a scrutinising look that is also approving at the same time and follows her comrades. The rest of the crowd scatters like butterflies fluttering away after being disturbed from their peaceful slumber.

“That Barbara.” Balthus shakes his head. “Can’t say I know anyone more capable of making grown men feel like little boys.”

“I like her,” you admit. “She doesn’t call me the Archbishop’s Lapdog.” Like most Abyssians.

“Just give everyone some time.” Balthus’ grin is part amusement, part pity as he gives your shoulder two hard claps to bid you good night. “They’ll see in no time you’re no church stuck-up.”

You aren’t so sure about that. You have been down here for a couple of days only, engaging in fights, defending the place against the mercenaries and bandits that wander into Abyss—on accident or on order still remains a question. It was obvious that fighting a few battles for them would not change their mind so quickly—a few good deeds did not undo the year-long abuse and persecution most of the Abyss dwellers had to suffer. You doubt you alone can heal those wounds, yet still there is a fierce fire burning inside you, a light blazing to banish all the shadows clinging to their pained hearts.

Not for the church’s sake, you’ve realised quickly, but for the Herald’s, for the first one loved Fódlan’s people; loves Fódlan’s people still. Every night you lie in your dark quarters, a single, tiny room with nothing but slatted frames and a thin blanket for a bed, nothing feels surer and more honest than this feeling Seiros’ Champion allows you to glimpse as if what it means to be the Herald is that simple.

And simple it is, for if you cannot remember your identity, your wishes and dreams and ambitions, you can take his on until you have figured it out for yourself; surround yourself with them just like you donned his ceremonial robes at the very beginning.

If Byleth questions your new-found vigour for battle, for tactics and schemes on the battlefield, she hasn’t voiced it yet. Or, maybe she is simply too occupied trying to understand the cards Fate has dealt her.

The Wilting Rose Inn clears out as the candles burn down until only a few loyal patrons remain in their respective, quiet corners. It becomes easier to talk to Byleth, since you cannot be sure who might be listening in, ready to forward information to Yuri and give him whatever reason to put your head on a stake. Not that he would actually do something like that. At least, you hope he would not do something like that.

You also realise how much you missed just being in her presence, and they become the only short moments during the day when you allow yourself to relax and droop your shoulders whenever exhaustion weighs you down.

Today, Byleth has made it her personal mission to teach you wood-carving. It goes as expected: you’ve cut yourself three times and have nothing to show for but a misshapen try at a cat that bears more resemblance to a stone you might find in one of Abyss’ gutters.

“I am,” you say as the sharp edge nicks your thumb once more, “a danger to myself and everyone around me.”

“Good thing I’m the only one here then.” Byleth gently takes the knife from you as if you are a toddler and only to be trusted with tools that are highly unlikely to chop your limbs off. Like a spoon. You’ll remind her of that next time she pushes a sword into your hands and demands you to participate in another sparring session. “I’m not as practised in magic and Tome wielding as Linhardt or Lysithea, but I am sure you still need all your fingers to conjure spells.”

“I could try it with my toes.” You wiggle your bloodied fingers at her like the boogie man. “Become the first Warlock that casts Dark magic with their feet.”

The smile that tugs at the corners of Byleth’s mouth is a greater victory than having chased off the bandits yesterday. It is followed by a frown though, one so light, the softest shift in her brows that you wouldn’t have noticed it were it not for the long hours during tea-time you spent studying the planes and features of her face like an artist might while studying their muse.

She leans back in her creaking chair and pockets her knife inside the hidden sheath strapped around her upper thigh. “We are making slow progress uncovering who is after Yuri and his friends,” Byleth says. “I know we’ve been through this already, but any guesses?”

“You’d think with how often we got rid of them by now, they would realise trying to drive the underground residents away is a waste of time. Whoever pays them must hold a serious grudge, why else would they spend so much money on sending mercs in here?”

A shadow passes Byleth’s eyes. “Unless these kids know more and are hiding the true reason someone would be after them.”

You understand her concern. You two have agreed to help, but your official duties and first responsibilities lie in taking care of the academy’s students and seeing that no harm comes to them. Which is no easy task as they so readily throw themselves into defending the Abyssians.

“I … I don’t think that is the case.”

Byleth simply lifts an eyebrow, urging you to go on.

“I can’t explain it very well. I just don’t think they have anything bad in mind. I don’t think there is a reason to doubt them.”

It doesn’t make sense, and yet you know Byleth is the last one to argue against a point like that. This quiet, strange connection that exists between you two is undeniable—just like the sun’s travel over the skies and that it lies to rest in the West and rises again in the East, day by day. Everything is connected, you just have to find out who is spinning the thread of your Fates together.

“I really thought they were trouble at first,” Byleth says and gestures to the barman to bring another round. “Especially Yuri. He is cunning and sharp, a dangerous combination for a leader.”

“I’d like to think he is hiding a warm, pleasant core beneath all that scheming and calculating,” you say, taking the drink the moment the bartender leaves it at your table. “Hiding it somewhere very, very deep.”

A corner of Byleth’s mouth twitches. She’s holding her own glass, lazily swirling the amber liquid in circles. “He is young, but I would not put it past him to hold ulterior motives. Promise me to be careful around him.”

“He and his lot helped me before they knew I was the Herald,” you concede, thinking back to Constance’s reaction after you woke up. “They simply saw someone in need of help, that’s all.” Since then, it has not occurred to you even once that they might be criminals hiding away under the church’s nose. You still think of Alfons and Briana’s small faces, their round button-noses and large eyes as they look up at Yuri in adoration. They deserve so much more than hiding away in some dark, rotting cellars.

You swallow your shot in one go, and instantly begin to cough and pound your chest as it goes down burning. Byleth knocks her glass back without any problem and swallows the burning liquid as if it were water. You still blink against the tears stinging in your eyes.

“You sound like you trust them already,” Byleth says and waves for another round. You try to share a mildly concerned look with the bartender, but he ignores you and slides two more shot glasses in front of your noses.

“Trust is maybe a little much,” you mumble, thinking of Yuri’s sharp smile, the way Hapi struggles and fails not to roll her eyes whenever you offer some insight with your Crest. “But I don’t think they’re bad. Or evil.”

Byleth nods, either because she has come to the same conclusion or because she puts trust in your decision not to doubt them. She downs another shot, looks at you expectantly. You scramble for another topic, anything that will save your throat from burning up a second time with this goddess-forsaken liquor.

Inevitably, your eyes fall on the sword strapped to her waist, only to call it a sword puts any blacksmith who has mastered the art of steel and iron to shame, and you have no desire to meet the one responsible for this craft, the one that bends bone and magic to their will. Byleth follows your gaze. Her hand rests on the hilt, hesitantly at first. You don’t think you have ever seen her hesitate before.

“The Sword of the Creator,” you mumble. “What does that even mean?” Has the Progenitor God truly wielded such a thing? What kind of goddess was she to come up with such a hideous weapon, to forge the Heroes’ Relics in such a portrayal and present them as gifts to humanity? It is like receiving an apple and only finding the core rotten and inhabited with worms after you have taken a bite. You wonder if this repulsive fascination is you or Seiros’ Champion, yet he remains silent.

Byleth stares into her glass as if the answers for all her questions lie hidden at the bottom and by drinking fast enough, she can unravel them. You are pretty sure that is how people become drunkards.

“Holding the sword … wielding it.” Byleth searches your gaze. “It felt raw. Unlike anything I have ever felt, and yet...” Her nimble fingers dance across the hilt once more, halt at the round socket where it seems that something spherical is missing. When she locks eyes with you, something tells you this is something she has not even told her students. Maybe she can’t tell them. Maybe, just like you feel with her, she feels that honesty comes easier when only you are around. You take a sip from your glass, welcoming for once the biting heat that forces you to shut your eyes and turn your head away.

Why can’t you tell her about the first Herald? Why do you want to keep his existence within you a secret? You listen for his voice, his opinion on the matter, but Seiros’ Champion is still silent, and you hope it doesn’t stay that way in matters of life or death. What is the use of an ancient dwelling inside your heart when he does not share in his unending knowledge and experience?

“And yet, it felt right,” Byleth finishes, cutting off your thoughts, and somehow you can easily imagine what she had felt—for the very same could be said about meeting the Herald. Right, natural. Like returning home. “I wonder … if there is any truth to the people’s claims that only a descendant of the King of Liberation would be able to use its power the way I did.”

You’ve read the historic texts on Nemesis, the King of Liberation. How the goddess gifted him the sword to use its power to save Fódlan from wicked gods over a thousand years ago. He liberated the people from their thralldom and thus was named King and Beloved of the people until the sword’s heavenly power, too terrifying and mighty for any mortal to bear, corrupted him and he turned to the darkness, waging war across the land and thus forcing Seiros to destroy him. It strengthens your belief that whatever benevolence the Goddess gifts her patrons, the price to pay in the end seems too high.

“I hope,” Byleth continues, “Professor Hanneman will have answers to that when we return. I still do not quite understand why Rhea has allowed me to keep it.”

“Is there any explanation as to why it was her sword inside the tomb and not the remains of Saint Seiros?” you ask. It would also beg the question where they are instead. But Byleth shakes her head.

“There wasn’t much time to go into details,” she says. Her fingers linger just a moment longer on the sword, before she withdraws them—a little reluctantly. “When you disappeared, we moved heaven and hell to find you. It was by mere luck Claude spotted one of the Abyssians disappear inside a passageway under the Abbey.”

“I hate how no one told us,” you say. “You would think a whole bunch of people living under the monastery is worth mentioning at some point after appointing us to our positions.”

“I’d like to think there was a reason for keeping silent about it,” Byleth says though even she doesn’t sound sure, and it strikes you as odd. Not Byleth doubting Rhea, but her not being sure about something. “A reason I can’t wait to hear once we’re back on the surface.” She reaches across the table, presenting her open palm to your hand holding your glass. You surrender and give it to her, watching a little too intently when her throat bobs as she swallows another round.

“Yuri expects another attack on the Abyss soon,” Byleth continues and rises to her feet. She stretches like a cat in the sun. “We should head to bed and rest up. I wouldn’t want a repeat of the last battle.”

“Oh, come on, it was not that bad.”

“You almost fell asleep from exhaustion when those two Grapplers advanced,” Byleth says, using her Professor voice on you.

You can’t help but grin. “And just like I predicted, you came and saved me.” Byleth’s mouth twitches into a flat line, but you can see that she is pleased. “Pulling an all-nighter to study the maps and outline of Abyss and the secrets it has to offer was a good idea. There are some interesting chambers holding traps and pitfalls. Whoever built this place really wanted to keep people away.”

“Makes you think what could be hiding deeper down in Abyss,” Byleth thinks aloud. “And maybe one of the next bandits will be kind enough to tell us.”

You nod. It was Claude’s idea to take someone captive and get answers from them, and hopefully shed some light on what it is exactly that their employer wants from Abyss.

Byleth escorts you to your chamber, your quiet voices bouncing off the damp walls in the dark corridor that stretch away into unprepossessing shadows. Unlike up in the monastery, the walls here are bare of tapestries and sometimes even of torches which makes traversing the tunnels difficult. You’ve let Linhardt show you simple fire spells to have a source of light on you.

“But it would be far easier if you learnt Light Magic,” he had commented as you two bent over scrolls and books, fighting a yawn. “Also much safer and highly unlikely to set yourself on fire.”

You had closed the tome he’d slid across the table to you, smiling stiffly. “Duly noted.”

The flame dancing across your palm now flickers but doesn’t waver, illuminating the corridor and painting Byleth’s face with a sheen of soft, amber light, giving her pale complexion a little colour. She is watching you conjuring the spell; how your fingers close around the flame as if it were a small beating heart, easily snuffed out whenever a breeze swipes through the corridors.

“I see your Magic Prowess is growing,” Byleth notes. “As is your ability to hold your own ground on the battlefield. You’ve grown used to fighting.”

That isn’t a compliment you had ever thought someone would tell you, but coming from Byleth, you know it is true. You have noticed it yourself—how with every battle it gets easier to see the enemy’s movements and abilities, their weapons and gear. Calling upon the power of the Herald’s Crest, usually a taxing and draining endeavour that left you resting up in your chambers, has become much easier since you have met Seiros’ Champion. Whenever he makes his presence known with quiet whispers of where to lead your students next, soft pushes as if he is placing his small child’s hand upon your shoulder to guide you to victory, his support is like wind in your sails, propelling you forward and lifting your courage.

“You are not as scared as you were in the beginning,” she continues. “You have never much wavered in your tactics, but you seem even more sure now.”

All that praise from her makes your ears scald with heat. Though praise it seems, you know that Byleth only speaks truth. “I have finally started to trust in my abilities. If people see me doubt, how can they follow where I lead them in battle?” you say, even though that is not entirely the truth, of course. Which is why you hastily add, “And I trust you. As long as you are by my side, we are invincible.”

“So it is,” Byleth says, turning her head so that her moss-green eyes dig into you like hooks. “And yet I wonder. This courage, is it just because you wish to defend Abyss? To prove yourself before Yuri and his companions. Or is there something else? Something that you want to share with me?”

You both pause in front of the door leading to your quarters, the silence smothering you like a heavy blanket of freshly fallen snow that puts everything into a deep slumber. No matter how much you dig through that snow though, you can’t find the resolve to tell her about Seiros’ Champion. Where would you even begin to explain?

It might seem that I have turned mad but believe me when I tell you the soul of the first Herald resides within me and sometimes, he whispers to me what I should do, and he likes to gossip from time to time as well. He seems fond of Edelgard in particular, and notices whenever she looks at you, but you choose not to see it.

You stare at her, not entirely sure what you are waiting for. Maybe that Byleth learns how to read your thoughts so you wouldn’t have to speak these outlandish things aloud. Instead, you say, “No. There is nothing.”

Byleth considers you for a moment. You make it a point not to shy away from her scrutinising gaze, as one would do with nothing to hide, you assume. In the end, she relents first, but not because she grants you an easy victory. You’re certain she knows when it is wise to return to a battle at a later time. “I see,” she says mildly. “Rest up, then. I will see you tomorrow.”

 You watch her disappear down the hallway, the blade at her side peeking out from under her black robes like a sly wink; like a promise waiting for the right time to jump out of the shadows and strike you in the back. It occurs to you then, for the first time, that maybe the timely meeting with Seiros’ Champion and Byleth activating the power of the Sword of the Creator might be connected.

The Chalice of Beginnings. The way it all ties back to the Rite of Rising, the very same festivities used as a distraction to try and steal Seiros’ remains—unless the Western Church somehow knew what they would find inside the tomb would be something entirely different—and ultimately the reason you are all down here … calling it simply coincidence is like cooing at a fox shortly before it snaps with sharp fangs at you. It is hard to tell what play you are conducting on the stage unknown forces have set you upon. All you can hope for is that it doesn’t end up being a tragedy.

With the scrolls, papers and books Aelfric was kind enough to lend you spread over the make-shift workplace you’ve put together using crates, you’re spending the evening reading up on the Rite of Passing and the Four Apostles. Even though some of the texts are so badly damaged you can barely make out their content, it all matches with what Aelfric has already told you: the ritual is believed to have the power to resurrect a life that was lost using the chalice which only the Four Apostles had access to. After the ritual failed, they bound the chalice so that it would never fall into mortal hands. Capable of something that grand, it is no wonder whoever is after it throws ambush after ambush at the Abyssians in hopes to find crumbs leading to where this treasure of immeasurable worth might be.

But if that chalice really exists, where is it? To search for the Chasm of Bound below Abyss feels like trying to find a needle in a haystack. There is no telling how much time you have left before either Rhea demands everyone’s presence back or you are unable to protect the Abyssians any longer from the mob of greedy thugs.

“Knock knock,” a voice says from the entrance to your room.

You startle, too lost in thought to notice anyone approaching. Claude is leaning against the doorframe, having come up behind you as silent as a cat. He has changed out of his gear, wearing loose dark trousers tied at the waist, and a simple white shirt that stands in contrast against his tanned skin. The first buttons of his collar are open, showing the elegant curves of his collarbones. His dark hair is damp, curling against his temples and the nape of his neck.

“Did something happen?” you ask, moving in alarm to rise from your seat, though surely, he wouldn’t lean so leisurely and relaxed against the door if there was another attack. He confirms as much with a lazy wave of his hand, unhitching himself from the frame. “Nope, nothing to worry about. I just thought I’d drop by and say hi. Do you know how difficult it is to pin you down? You’ve gotten really busy since we’ve come down here.”

“You know, no rest for the wicked.” You try to restore order on your desk by organising the books and scrolls in one corner. You’ve completely lost track of time, and as it turns out, magical fire is incapable of burning candles to their wick, so there is really no telling how long you’ve been holed up in your room, studying the ancient texts. “Do you need something?”

“Just thought we’d have a nice, pleasant chat.” The smile flirting with Claude’s lips is dangerous for it tries to appear innocent, yet the way his green eyes glint with mischief, like the edge of a knife flashing as it is drawn from a hidden sheath, promises nothing good. “Been a while since we’ve had one of those.”

 You can’t remember if you have ever had one with Claude. Maybe all those moons ago after you had awoken with your new power, which now feels like a lifetime ago. You lean back in your chair, allowing your eyes a break after all those hours of reading. Maybe this distraction might help.

“Okay, I’m all yours.” You stand up, waving at the chair to offer Claude a place to sit, and absolutely missing the way he shoots you an amused glance at your choice of words. Instead of taking up your offer though, he steps backward. Suspicion crawls up your back, feathery light like a spider making its way to new prey caught in its web.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Claude says and with a swift kick, shuts the door behind him. You stare at him, tongue-tied. Can students just do that with faculty members? Yuri’s voice creeps up from a dark corner in your memory: “You’d do well to keep in mind that the monastery rules don’t apply down here, Herald.”

“I just have a few questions, is all,” he continues, still smiling but anything pleasant in his voice has made room for an urgency that you can’t remember ever having heard coming from him. Claude crosses the room in quick strides, and leans his hips sideways against the table. His eyes flick over the remaining texts on your table, his head slightly cocking to one side to get a better angle to read them. When you clear your throat, he startles, and looks back up at you.

“Right, sorry.” He knows that you know that he, in fact, is not sorry. “The library here has some pretty interesting things, I gotta say. Books and scrolls you’d never find in the monastery’s library. There are some things that are hard to believe, though. There’s this funny book hidden inside a false cover that talks about a Distance Viewer and Flammable Black Water and a Metal-Hold Printing Machine. Imagine the technological advancement one of the nations would achieve if they could actually build and utilise devices like that.”

“Is that why you’re here?” you ask. “To talk about the Abyss’ book collection?”

“What? No. No, I—,” he begins, tapping his slender fingers impatiently against the wood. You don’t think you have ever seen this restlessness about him. Claude has always appeared as steady as his bow-hand, sure that wherever he aims the shot will land true. “I was just wondering if something happened after your fall down here. Something you can’t tell us.”

You feel as if ice water has been dumped down the back of your neck, shocking you to full alertness. Claude must see that he has caught you off guard; a look of hesitancy flashes across your face before you can speak. “And what would that something be, exactly?”

He lowers his voice. “I thought you might tell me.”

You stare at him, throat tight, the cold sweat sensation of anxiety spreading slowly through your limbs. “Nothing happened. Whatever gave you the idea that I’m hiding something from you guys?”

There is a moment of silence as you two trade a look that feels like a dare. There is something forbidding about the intensity of Claude’s gaze, the tension of his stillness. His fingers stop their rhythmic tap tap against the table, and now clutch onto its edge, his knuckles turning white. “I’ve always figured your reservation towards using your Crest came from the novelty of it. The foreignness of a power that isn’t yours. But in our recent battles, there’s nothing of that anymore.

“I thought maybe it’s because you met the Ashen Wolves and the people from Abyss, and you feel sympathy towards them and that’s giving you a little more oomph to try making use of the Crest. But that’s not it, is it? You’ve changed from despising the powers to fully embracing them. Wielding them as if you’ve never done anything else in your life.”

You swallow, your mouth suddenly dry. Your tongue darts out to lick your lips, and you don’t miss Claude’s eyes quickly jumping down to your mouth for a second. Or maybe it was just your imagination, the flickering shadow of the small candle’s light across his face. “Maybe I’ve just grown used to it,” you reply quietly.

“Herald, you grow used to balding or riding a new steed.” He looks at you sharply, his head tilted to the side. Something in his voice changes in that moment. “You don’t get used to something that changes your life from being a nobody to suddenly standing in the centre of the world. Not really.” His voice has a veneer of calm, but beneath you could hear the vibration of some very different emotion.

What changed for you, then? you want to ask. It doesn’t feel like the answer would be so simple as the appointment to the heir of the Leicester Alliance.

You shift, folding your arms in front of you for lack of a response. As much as you like to discount Claude’s tendency for plots and schemes, there is something disconcertingly earnest about him right now. The similarity is striking you all of a sudden, the shadow passing his eyes one you have already seen in Sylvain’s when he had tried talking about his Crest and its troubles.

“All I’m saying is,” Claude continues, and he takes a step towards you. Instinctively, you take one back. He takes another one. This goes on until it ends with your back against the wall. “All I’m saying is that maybe Teach finding her new shiny weapon triggered something in you,” he says now, propping himself up against the wall, his hand splayed beside your head. “Maybe a memory? Something like that?”

You hold his gaze, not shying away from his scrutinising eyes or the close proximity. So, you are not the only one thinking that the Sword of the Creator and the Crest of the Herald are connected in a way the other Crests are not. It shouldn’t come as a surprise that Claude, of all people, is the first to have noticed it. You had simply failed—or underestimated him, rather—to anticipate that he would also act on that theory and corner you like a mouse to get answers. Literally.

“Nothing like that happened, Claude,” you say now, feeling like you’re walking on a lightrope, and a single misplaced word could send you plunging. And then, he is there, his presence like the light brush of soft flower petals against the back of your mind. Do not tell him yet. Do not tell anyone yet, I ask of you. I do not wish the world to know I still exist. Silly Champion of Seiros. You’ve already understood his feelings perfectly without him having to tell you.

“Somehow, I was given this power. I tried fighting it for so long, but there’s no way I can run from this. I realised that, so now I’m just trying to make the best out of it.” It is only half the truth, but that is something Claude doesn’t need to know. It is also something he didn’t want to hearyou realise as you watch his expression turn into something close to disappointment.

“I’m sure Lady Rhea would enjoy hearing this,” Claude says, his voice deep and thin like a knife’s edge—and just as sharp.

“You’re not very subtle, Claude.” You try to move past him, but he doesn’t budge. “What’s your problem?”

“Problem? There is no problem.” The mask of bored indifference slips back on his face, turning his eyes distant, and cold even. An easy smile stretches over his features, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Maybe I just enjoy teasing you.”

“And maybe I’ll enjoy sticking a dagger in your side.”

Claude laughs. “That’s not very Heraldy of you.”

You try to see if that laugh means you’re good, but his eyes are closed doors. Your face must be a question mark, because he says, “Herald,” and touches your cheek gently, grazing your skin with the rough pads of his fingers. You inhale sharply, gaze snapping up to his. Claude’s eyes widen, realising what he’s doing only then, and his warm, calloused fingers freeze against your cheek.

Just as he opens his mouth, knocks come from your front door. He lifts an eyebrow at you, asking if you are expecting visitors at this time. You just shrug. You certainly didn’t expect him, and yet here he is.

Claude pushes himself off the wall, allowing you to cross the room and open the door a crack wide. Through the narrow opening you see Dimitri standing in the hallway. When he spies you glancing at him, he gives you a shy smile that quickly turns into a scowl when Claude comes up behind you. He presses his chest against your back and leans an arm against the door frame above your head. “Oh, Dimitri?” Claude drawls.

Dimitri pales as he sees, and certainly misunderstands the sudden intimate proximity Claude is displaying. He presses his mouth into a thin line. “Pardon the intrusion, Herald. I thought maybe this would be a good moment to review the last battle reports. But I see…,” and here his eyes dart over to Claude and sweep over him as if he were a particularly unpleasant surprise he found under his bed, “… you are preoccupied.”

“Please, don’t mind me at all,” Claude beams, his grin as wide as the Cheshire cat’s.

Dimitri’s scowl deepens more. His eyes turn into the blue of an icy-cold glacier dominating the coastline of Faerghus in the North. “I do, actually. I wish to speak with the Herald in private.”

“Then get in line for an appointment. Our Herald is very popular with folks, as you know.” And with that, he closes the door in Dimitri’s face.

You’re pretty sure Dimitri on the other side is wearing the same expression of dumbfounded surprise that is on your face. “What is going on with you, Claude?” you ask and turn to him, forgetting how close he is. When you almost bump into his chest, you take a hurried step to the side. “The way you are acting is unbecoming of someone with your station.”

Claude shrugs. “Don’t worry, Dimitri won’t take it to heart. It’s just that things have started to happen that don’t make sense, and I am all about making sense of the senseless.” He looks over at you, smiling. “Makes sense, doesn’t it?”

You’re spared the eye roll for an answer when distant bell ringing heralds another ambush on Abyss. Claude heaves a long, weary sigh. “No rest for the wicked, huh…” He turns to open the door, but except a little rattle, nothing happens, no matter how hard he shakes at the handle.

“Come on,” you say, unable to contain the urgency in your voice. “Open the door.”

“Well.” He turns around. “It appears that it is stuck.”

Your eyes go wide. “Then unstuck it.”

Claude throws himself against the door. It doesn’t budge. He curses. “My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health when this is over.”

“This is your fault,” you press out between gritted teeth. “Just break the door down, we can’t waste more time.”

“That’s what I’m—,” Claude throws himself once more against the hard wood, “—trying.”

There’s a loud crack and the door opens to the other side; not by swinging but by being lifted out of its hinges. Behind it, Dimitri is peeking around the frame, eyebrows raised to his hairline. “I thought you two might be in need of some assistance.”

“Yeah, I was … I was about to do the same,” Claude says.

You push him aside, hurrying down the corridor and waving them after you. “Lucky for us, Dimitri was faster.”

“No, really!” Claude calls after you. “I was just about to do the same!”

The fight lasted throughout the whole night. When you return to your chamber, drenched in grime and blood, you can’t even be bothered with your missing door and fall face first into your bed, remembering too late that it’s as hard as the ground.

After an hour or two of resting, you quickly clean yourself up and meet the others for a short breakfast of dry rye bread and mushy oats, letting them believe the red bump on your forehead is from the battle. There is a little spare time before the meeting to discuss your next course of action, so you head back to your room for some more shut-eye.

“Herald.”

A raspy whisper stops you, drawing your attention to a chamber you walked past on your way to the classroom many times. Not once has it been occupied since your arrival in Abyss. But now it is decorated with heavy velvet curtains and tapestries. Violet lights hang from lanterns on the ceiling, illuminating the heavy furniture and curtains in soft, misty light. You remember Constance mentioning something about a Wayseer’s room, usually empty, but now inhabited by an elderly woman sitting in an armchair too big for her behind a round, mahogany table. You can only see a pair of narrow, dark eyes staring up at you. Her nose and mouth are hidden behind a white veil.

“Please, do come in, Herald,” the woman croons and gestures to an empty, cushioned chair standing before the table. Her eyes twinkle with mischief. “There is so much we have to discuss.”

Something in your chest gives a sudden, sharp tug. Seiros’ Champion? No, this feels different. Somehow … It feels wrong. You shouldn’t be here. You hover within the doorframe, looking down the corridor left and right. It is like everyone except you two has left Abyss.

Curiosity taking you in its reins, you step into the room, your eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. “Who are you?” you ask, cautiously making your way across the room towards the chair.

The woman chuckles.

“They call me Wayseer, Herald. For I see the paths people have walked and how far they still have to march until they arrive at their destination.”

You pause, hand resting on the chair’s backrest. The wood feels impossibly cold against your skin. “You can see … the future?”

The woman chuckles again. It is the sound of dry leaves scattered by the cold autumn wind. “You mean do I have the same ability as you? Making Time bow to me? Oh no. Nothing of the like. I simply glimpse where I am allowed. No one else has what you wield.”

“Of course.” You sit, quickly swallowing your disappointment.

“Oh, but why frown like that, Herald.” The Wayseer places her hands to both sides of a translucent orb placed before her on a dark socket. You could have sworn it was not there a second ago. They were small hands with lithe fingers like spider legs. On each finger she wore heavy rings. “So many would kill for what you seem not to appreciate. Power. Glory. The chance to sit upon the throne of the world.”

“I would appreciate people not telling me how to feel about it,” you snap, irritation lashing out like a cornered beast. Taken aback, you lean away from her, your back pressed right against the cold chair. It feels as if you are pressing yourself against a solid block of ice. Where did this come from? This fury?

The Wayseer’s lip curls. If she’s taken offence at your irritation, she doesn’t show. She shifts in her seat like a child impatient to finally be allowed to play with a new toy.

“What can you tell me about my paths then?” you ask. There is little you hope for, really. If she tells you she sees you living in a nice house by the sea in twenty years or so, that is all you can ask for. A peaceful life. You would simply be happy hearing you will survive the next few years. And, if she can see where exactly you have come from, then maybe luck really is on your side this time and you can finally find some answers.

“Very well.” The Wayseer’s chuckle is drier than crisp autumn leaves. She holds out her wiry hand and says, “Close your eyes, Herald, and give me your hand.”

You aren’t too keen on skinship with a stranger, but just to humour both of you, you comply, and placing your hand into hers, palm up, you close your eyes. You feel her gnarly fingers dance over your wrist, brushing over your open palm as light as a spider’s touch. You fight a shudder.

The pain is so sudden and jarring like a lightning bolt. Before you can pull your hand back, the Wayseer grabs your wrist hard like a vice—surprisingly strong for someone this old. Her head darts forward and she sucks your bleeding finger into her greedy mouth as if it were water and she is dying of thirst.

“What are you doing?” you demand, fighting to free your hand. Finally, the Wayseer releases your finger with a wet pop from her lips, and for a second you believe to see razor sharp teeth before the veil obscures her mouth again.

The Wayseer smacks her lips and scratches her nails against the smooth surface of her orb. Maybe this is all a joke. If Claude and Hilda jump out from under the table any second and laugh about the silly face you’re making, you wouldn’t even be angry. But no one emerges, and you stay alone with this mad woman. She’s moving her hands in strange motions over the orb, and in response colourful clouds swirl inside the ball. First red, then blue, and golden until, like a storm rolling in, all of a sudden it becomes black.

The Wayseer recoils.

She tries to suck in air as if she is drowning, her eyes bulging like a dead fish’s. She spits on the ground and a shudder wrecks through her, one that has her falling from her armchair onto the ground, her body convulsing. She begins to cough, a horrible, rattling sound, as if there is something stuck deep inside her that she can’t get out. Clawing at her throat, digging her nails deep enough into the skin to tear, she kicks and wails as if set in invisible flames. As if something is burning her up from the inside. Like poison.

You jump to your feet, rounding the table to help her but she screeches and scrambles away from you, eyes ripped wide open. “Who … no, what are you?” she croaks.

“I … I don’t know.” Your voice is so quiet you don’t know if she can even hear you. “I hoped you could tell me.”

The Wayseer turns to the side and spits some more. It is so dark that it almost looks black, whatever that is—blood or maybe something far gruesome?

Did I do that? you think, horrified as you watch her climb to her feet, still shaking and shuddering. You are about to apologise, reaching forward to steady her by her elbow, but the Wayseer shakes your effort away impatiently as if you are nothing but an annoying fly.

“Oh, my dear, you seem forsaken to me,” she says, and you can’t hold back your surprise how easily she bears no mind or grudge to whatever has happened. Whatever you might have caused. “Just like—” She stops. Her eyes are fixed on her orb that is now swirling in undistinguishable shapes. She leans over it, her gaze pining you like a dead animal on a corkboard. “It seems to me that the answers you seek lie in the Shadow Library, Herald,” the Wayseer says now, her voice suddenly smooth like clear water. Or the satin concealing a sharp knife. But what makes your stomach churn is the way she purred “Herald.” Almost mockingly, and you realise the spiking fear in your stomach doesn’t belong to you. It belongs to the first Herald.

“Why can’t you tell me?” you ask.

“Because it is not my place to tell you.” The Wayseer casts down her eyes now. Her whole behaviour doesn’t make sense. Making light of the Herald’s name first, now acting obedient. You listen inside for the voice of Seiros’ Champion and find one emotion burning like a beacon in the dark. Get out. She is the enemy.

You jump to your feet, almost knocking the table over. “I have to go.”

“Of course.” The Wayseer bows her head slightly, and from the way her eyes become slits, you can see she is smiling underneath the veil. “But don’t forget, the Shadow Library holds answers. Do not let anyone stop you from chasing the truth.”

You give an awkward nod, not trusting your voice.

When you quickly leave the room and throw a last glance back, you think you see the unfamiliar face of a man staring back at you from inside the Wayseer’s orbs, his eyes eerily white.

The Shadow Library is a dark, damp room tucked away at the end of a narrow hall that is seldom frequented by the Abyssians. When you take a look inside, relief fills you that only Linhardt is currently occupying a seat close to a wall, an uneven stack of books his only companion.

The Wayseer didn’t say specifically where to look, but you would start with records on the first Herald and see what you could turn up about him.

But first, you have to deal with Linhardt who’s napping away in his seat, cheek squished against the edge of an open book.

“Linhardt.” You shake him. “Linhardt!”

He jerks up. “I’m awake,” he lies, blinking sleepily against the dim candle’s light. He looks up at you, squints and seems to recognise who caught him. “Oh, it’s just you, Herald. Come to a late study session as well? Or early morning? It’s certainly hard to tell down here with no sun.”

“How long have you been awake?”

Linhardt thinks about that for a moment, his eyes losing focus, then refocusing again. “Forty-two hours, maybe?”

“Bed. Now.”

He leans back, considering the idea. “We can’t say for how long we’ll have access to this hidden knowledge. Did you know it was only with the founding of the Adrestian Empire that we have the calendar as we know it today. They used to call our moons ‘months,’ if you can believe something this extraordinary! You can’t find data like that up in the monastery’s library.”

“Linhardt,” you repeat. “Go to bed. Or do you want me to get Byleth?”

Linhardt doesn’t need to consider this. He raises to his feet, sways a little from exhaustion, and tugs his uniform in order. “Good night, Herald.”

He turns and moves to the exit, but you call him back. “Linhardt!”

He stops. You point at the table. His mouth twitches into an unpleasant line, the only sight of his disapproval, but he returns, drops the books and scrolls he’s hidden in the folds of his robes, and leaves for good.

Quiet settles, and you give it a minute or two to calm your beating heart. “I know you don’t like this,” you say out loud, hoping Seiros’ Champion might finally stop being so anxious inside you. “I don’t trust that Wayseer either, but if I find answers here, I’ll take anything I can get.” He doesn’t know what it is like not knowing anything. Are you even a real person if you don’t have a past; if you don’t have anything or anyone remembering you? “I have a right to know who I am.”

Unfathomable sadness spills at those words—his mixing with yours and you can’t say who started it. But he quickly recedes, leaving you alone. Somehow you feel even worse now. Lonely. You wonder where he left to where you can’t follow him.

You make your way along the walls of books, allowing your fingers to gently journey over the spines. There are so many stories in here that so few people get to read. This library’s collection appears larger than the monastery’s as well, solely for the fact that they don’t have enough space for all the knowledge cramped into every nook and cranny. Wherever there is even some small additional space, someone has made it their calling to fill that blank spot with a book—even when it doesn’t fit.

Without any idea to start, you continue down the aisle and pick whatever sounds interesting. Letters from heirs to noble houses, an antiquated note on what meat to use for a special dish prepared for the new emperor at ceremonies, a novel set in the Adrestian Empire with a date of removal and Seteth’s signature. So this is where the books end up that Seteth doesn’t allow up in the monastery.

You’d hoped to find more about the Herald down here maybe, but there are no records, no memoirs, not even discourse. Why did no one care to keep your records alive? you wonder, but wherever the boy has retreated to, he can’t hear you, or perhaps, chooses not to hear you.

Nothing sticks out as something truly worthy of Seteth’s scorn at first glance. That is until you find the burnt remnants of a report stating some details on a handful of noble houses, another scroll that talks about a False God and the children of men fleeing to the depths of the earth. One paper strikes you as particularly important, but the page is so old and worn that most of the text is illegible. The Truth of Heroes’ Relics. You wonder what it might be, what truth lies within the relics and their Crests that the writer of this paper finished with the words “I daresay the Goddess would not wish for me to learn more than I already have.”

You finally hit a breakthrough when a stack of papers falls to your feet, bundled together with a crumbling piece of wool. When you begin to read, you realise these are the fragments of a forgotten memoir of someone who had fought in the War of Heroes. With clammy hands, you begin to read.

__/15 - Ailell Forest It has been several moons since King Nemesis was defeated, and the tides of war have turned from bad to worse. I have received news that my friend Daphnel has fallen as well. Those zealots are after our heads, and those of our leaders. All that is left for us is to disappear into the muddy waters Seiros has created. My long life may soon come to an end …

__/2 - Itha Plains I somehow escaped with my life, but I fear the end is near. They tell stories of the Shadowlord’s execution and with him gone, what point is there for us, those who have survived? Those who remain and carry a broken legacy. People are worried, for their Herald has locked himself in his rooms, unwilling to speak to his followers or Saint Seiros. They do not understand how he could be so distraught over the Shadowlord’s death. They do not know the truth. Once more, Seiros has chosen to keep secrets, to play with her charges’ obedience and fear. But I know. The world will know the truth at some point and then Seiros will reap the rotten harvest of what she has sown. I misspoke and was driven away to the Fhirid River. They hunt us like animals. I considered leaving Crusher behind, hiding my trails. Maybe it is too late for that. I wish I could see my wife and son again … just one last time.

You read the content of the worn pages once more, trying to make a sense of it. Daphnel was one of the Ten Heroes, as was the author of this letter—if you remember correctly, the Heroes’ Relic Crusher was wielded by Dominic. It must be from after the corruption if King Nemesis was defeated, but from the way those words are framed, the author doesn’t strike you as someone mad for more power or revenge. It is strange but you feel pity for this person.

There is another name that stands out, of course, one that you have not heard in all your moons since joining the church.

The Shadowlord.

The name is like a brush of icy cold fingers against your mind, as gently as a snake grazing your ankle before it springs forward and sinks its venomous fangs deep into your flesh. A shiver passes your body, only it is settled so deep within your bones that you know this is not your fear rekindled.

But as you focus on chasing after Seiros’ Champion before he can disappear back into the murky depths of your mind, a cough comes from the library’s entrance. Your gaze snaps up to see Yuri standing in the doorway. The look of annoyance on his face is something that deserves its own painting to commemorate it.

“I hope you plan on putting that back exactly where you found it,” he says, strolling over as if he doesn’t have any care in the world but the tense set of his shoulders betrays him. “Wouldn’t want any of that to find its way into the hands of someone from the surface.”

“Don’t you get bored?” you ask, folding the papers back together and pushing them back between two books.

Yuri stops, quickly eyeing what you’ve put away to undoubtedly have a look himself once you leave. “Bored of what?”

“Pretending I’m still the villain and here to sell out your people?”

To your surprise, a look of unabashed amusement lights up his face for a moment. It settles back to a somewhat neutral expression, but the glee still remains in the soft dip of the dimple on his left cheek.

“Better safe than sorry,” Yuri replies, shrugging casually. His nimble fingers dance across book spines. “Though yes, even I must admit that your deeds for the people of Abyss are not what I have expected.” His fingers pause. Yuri leans forward, lilac eyes gleaming. His face is predatory, but his voice is gentle. “You are not what I have expected.”

His words feel like the warm flick of a candle’s light. You didn’t realise until now how much you cared for Yuri’s approval. To think he’s warming up to you slowly might still be an exaggeration, but maybe he’ll grant you the generosity of a looser tongue now that he doesn’t see you as the enemy.

Your eyes skim back to where you’ve returned the letters, fingers itching to take them with you until you know every word by heart. “I’ve … I’ve read about this person. Shadowlord. Any idea who that was?”

Yuri raises a slim eyebrow. “The Shadowlord?” He looks a little puzzled, his eyes roaming over the books. “It’s just a story. A boogie man living in the shadows that steals you away if you don’t finish eating all your vegetables. Grandparents used to tell their grandchildren that story so they wouldn’t be naughty.”

“So just the bad guy in a fairy tale?”

“Is what I’ve heard.” He gives a single shrug. “Who knows. All fairy tales have a spark of truth to them though. Maybe he truly existed.”

You’re sure that is what people thought about the Herald as well until the story became reality. You just hope this particular story remains one.

“Also, I would appreciate it if you don’t go around the monastery telling everyone what you’re reading down here,” Yuri says, waving towards the library’s entrance to signal your late-night reading has come to an end.

You hesitate only a moment before you follow him down the corridor, leaving the books and tomes behind. “Okay, I won’t tell anyone.”

“Great.” He winks at you. “Saves me the trouble of sneaking into your room and slitting your throat.”

“Charming as always.”

Maybe one day you’ll be capable of holding a pleasant conversation with him without any death threats. Though it already feels as if a little of Yuri’s animosity has disappeared in favour of giving you a chance to prove yourself.

He drops you off at the door to your quarters, already flaunting down the corridor to whatever nightly escapade fancies his tastes without so much as a wave at you over his shoulder.

“That Wayseer,” you say before he can disappear into the shadows. “What’s her deal?”

Yuri stops. He turns slowly, his eyes flitting from the dark corners of the flickering lights on the walls to you. There’s a question in his eyes you don’t know the answer to. “What Wayseer?” he asks, and you can feel your blood run cold. “I know everyone going in and out of Abyss, and I haven’t heard about someone like that hanging around.”

“But that room next to the scrap chamber…”

“Hasn’t been occupied in years.” When Yuri answers this time, he turns around and looks at you a little sceptical but also impatient as if he doesn’t have time for whatever pipe dreams you’ve come up with. “I guess someone played a joke on you. Don’t let it get to you.”

You nod, but your mind still lingers in that room, with that person. It would be easy to brush it off as a joke. But this sense of wrongness spikes again, a kernel of goddess-awful flavour that the more you think about it has you gagging. You had felt an awareness. No. More than awareness, more sentient than that. It was recognition.

A/N: someone over at ao3 made fanart of the first herald and i'm absolutely in love!! check it out here!

if you're interested to join the taglist, please let me know! i want to resume uploads every month, so the next chapter should be up on September 15th. thanks for reading and take care!

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[originalfireemblemscenarios]

You able to do Jeralt x gn reader (and uhh, ig write them as byleth cause I'm like them most) where the reader needs comfort after they attempted s/h?

Idm doing something like this but just so you know if I write it as Byleth insert the writing will be of a platonic relationship (obv). If you're looking for romantic one I can do a regular reader insert (where reader is written as an additional character for the cast)

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Fire Emblem Masterlist

THIS IS STILL A WIP, I STILL NEED TO CHANGE SOME TITLES AND SHIT

I finally decided to compile all of the fics that I’ve written for FE3H here cause it takes up so much space on my normal masterlist lol. I’m definitely gonna make one for my valorant one too, but since this took a while, I’ll probably end up doing it on another day.

Created: [4/3/2022]

Last Updated: [4/4/2022]

Personal Favorite [⭐]

Sensitive Topic [‼️]

Blue Lions:

BL Boys + Claude and Yuri General Fluff HCs ⭐

Blue Lions Boys with an s/o who doesn’t want kids ‼️

BL Boys + Claude and Yuri comforting an anxious s/o  

Sleepy Morning Cuddles with the Blue Lions Boys   ⭐

Dimitri:

Under the Stars ⭐

Yearning

Silenced

Love Like You (Dimileth Song Fic)  ⭐

Reader dies for Dimitri, but then they’re reincarnated into a Modern!AU ‼️

Reacting to his S/O dressing up Post-War

Reacting to his S/O who got poisoned in an assassination attempt 

Dedue:

none

Sylvain:

Sylvain x Empathetic Reader  

Reacting to his S/O dressing up Post-War

Their S/O Brings a Dog with them to Bed

As a Father

Helping his s/o adjust to the cold of Faerghus

Sylvain and Ferdinand with a reader that turns down suitors because she wants to be with them

Felix:

Safe and Sound

Sleepy Morning Cuddles with Felix (extended)  

Jealousy⭐

Their S/O Brings a Dog with them to Bed

Ashe:

Clumsy⭐

Getting Married to his GN!S/O

Ingrid:

none

Mercedes:

none

Annette:

none

Golden Deer:

Golden Deer with an insecure friend  ⭐

Golden Deer with a friend who betrayed them for Edelgard but also not at the same time   ⭐

Claude:

Pain 

Fallen Star  ⭐

Dense ⭐

Reader Sneaking Around Claude to bond with his wyvern ⭐

Saving his F!S/O after they’ve been hypnotized

General Fluff HCs ⭐

Reacting to his S/O dressing up Post-War

General Yandere!Claude Headcanons ‼️

Domestic Fluff Headcanons   ⭐

Comforting an anxious s/o  

Lorenz:

none

Raphael:

none

Ignatz:

Getting Married to his GN!S/O

Lysithea:

none

Marianne:

none

Hilda:

Reuniting with their f!s/o post-timeskip( M!Byleth, Edelgard, Lindhart, Bernadetta, Hilda)

Leonie:

none

Black Eagles:

Edelgard:

Reuniting with their f!s/o post-timeskip( M!Byleth, Edelgard, Lindhart, Bernadetta, Hilda)

Hubert:

Hubert with a GN!Reader that’s hardworking, but always tired

Ferdinand Von Aegir:

Helping the Reader confront the death of their friends ‼️

Sylvain and Ferdinand with a reader that turns down suitors because she wants to be with them

Lindhart:

Reuniting with their f!s/o post-timeskip( M!Byleth, Edelgard, Lindhart, Bernadetta, Hilda)

Caspar:

none

Bernadetta:

Reuniting with their f!s/o post-timeskip( M!Byleth, Edelgard, Lindhart, Bernadetta, Hilda)

Dorothea:

none

Petra:

none

Ashen Wolves:

Yuri:

Comforting an anxious s/o  

Reacting to his S/O being poisoned in an assassination attempt

Balthus:

none

Constance:

none

Hapi:

none

Others:

(I’m only writing for certain characters!)

Seteth:

none

Shamir:

none

Catherine:

none

Alois:

none

M!Byleth:

Reuniting with their f!s/o post-timeskip( M!Byleth, Edelgard, Lindhart, Bernadetta, Hilda)

F!Byleth:

none

Head back to the Main Masterlist!

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[allovertheplace-writing]

Well,I rarely see a Byleth ask so here I am,doing the hidden Byleth fans' work. I'd like some headcanons about how Byleth (both M and F,ofc separate) would fall in love with a student reader there (like how they fall in love with a character from the game) and some general fluff hcs along with it! This is my excuse to see a struggling pining Byleth(s) maybe possibly successing at courting their crush after the timeskip and getting the affection they deserve!

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Fire Emblem Three Houses

Character(s): F! Byleth and M! Byleth

Genre: Fluff + Slight Angst

Type: Headcanon

Description: Byleth's relationship with their student through the years and how it bloomed

Warning(s): Cut for Length, Teacher and Student Dynamic(Beginning), Spoilers, Some Hubert Slander, War, Death Mentioned, Reader is Injured(M! Byleth)

So I've never actually finished fe3h and I know the routes you take change things a lot- I'm close to finishing the azure moon route, so I can only use what I've gone through there. I kept it vague, but this is definitely not taking the crimson route into account.

I do hope you enjoy despite my lack of knowledge on other routes! Remember to take care, dear anon ♡

(I also realized this might not be what you were looking for, so I apologize TT)

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   ➢ F! Byleth

It always began with admiration

The diligence and kindness you delivered being all she knew

You would perform well in class and in practice

Although it wasn't long until she found you struggling with a lance near curfew

As your professor she understood she had to help you

She didn't mean to startle you, but she had

"Pah-P-Professor..!"

"Sorry, it looked like you needed help?"

Byleth felt warm with every touch she made whilst fixing your position- a touch on your wrist to a touch on your waist, she knew she was just helping but it flustered her ever so slightly

But maybe she wasn't flustered, perhaps it was just pride

She thought it was the latter

You've gotten much better after some pointers after all!

Byleth enjoys having meals with you, often inviting you alongside another professor or student

She pays plenty attention to what you like without realizing it herself

Manuela is often the one to point out her affections, and the one Byleth ends up going to when she finally realizes she likes you

She decided to keep her feelings to herself, the timing wasn't right and something.. something was happening

She hadn't been sure what until the day Edelgard revealed herself

Byleth almost couldn't believe it

No one truly could

Hubert was shady, but Edelgard was always earnest and looked out for everyone

It could only be described as betrayal, even if she had good intentions

The death.. the bloodshed

None of it was needed

But it needed to end

And eventually it did

It was mere months after Byleth returned

She gathered everyone, even the ones who had long left the church

Just as she always had

And when she found you, she held you within her arms

Relief was the only emotion she had

You were alive

And willing to help at that

It felt like she could finally move forward and take the steps needed to find Lady Rea and end the misery the Empire caused

Once everything settled, once everyone finally got to rest, she went to find you

The quiet within the monastery felt strange, perhaps even unbearable, to you one evening

Everyone could relax, which you were glad for, but the lack of bustling was unsettling

It felt wrong

"(Y/n)?"

Her voice was soft when she called out to you, yet it startled you all the same

"P-Professor..!"

She sighed in content, nothing had changed it seemed

"Are you alright?"

The concern, the love, she held for you had never changed either

"Oh- um.. yes, well... maybe not."

Coming up beside you, she nodded

"I'm.. thinking about how weird it's been, ever since the war ended.."

"It had been a huge part of our lives and now we're moving on, I'm.. I'm not sure if.. I can."

You hadn't noticed the hand she placed upon your own

"That's okay, (Y/n).. you don't have to if you're not ready."

"But it's terrible! I don't know what to do now that it's over and every day I wake to my friends leaving, I feel like I'm stuck.."

"I.. have no plan- no future it seems.."

Gently, she rubbed the back of your hand with her thumb

"..you're the only one who hasn't left, professor."

"That's because I never planned to leave you."

You looked to her, curious as to what she meant

She didn't make you wait for answers, carefully releasing your hand to pull her father's ring from her pocket

"..Byleth..?"

She liked hearing her name fall from your lips, but it did nothing to ease the flutters within her stomach

"..will you marry me, (Y/n)?"

The silence killed her yet she kept her eyes on you

"I- Byleth... o-of course, yes- yes!"

Once the ring secured itself on your finger, she brought you closer

An embrace to a lingering kiss; she showered you in the affections she had kept hidden for so many years

Millions of possibilities were to happen, in this life and the next

And she was happy to be by your side in each to come

   ➢ M! Byleth

Proud

Byleth was proud to call himself your professor

Even if you lag behind other students, you try your best no matter what

He rarely spoke with you outside of lectures, but one evening he found you cleaning windows at the church

"..huh? Oh, hi, professor."

"Hi, (Y/n). What are you doing?"

"Oh! Well, the people who usually clean the windows are recovering from the last expedition so I decided to pick it up for them."

He thought it kind and picked up a rag himself

"P-professor, you don't have to do that-"

"I want to."

The rest of the evening was quiet, but he felt that he got to know you better

When the dance came around he thought of asking for some of your time

He couldn't find you, despite having quite the knack for it

It took him some time so he thought to rest

At the tower

"..professor?"

He.. found you

It was strange how people and things showed up once you stopped looking so hard

Twas amusing to some extent

"Are you alright?"

He watched you hesitate

Noting how you fiddled with your fingers

"..yeah, I've just been thinking."

"About?"

"...you."

He felt his heart leap, he hadn't been sure why

Was.. that the type of fondness he's been feeling?

"An-and of my future..! I'm sorry, that must've sounded strange-"

"Not at all."

"Oh, um.. then not sorry."

Byleth's laugh was soft and breathy

It was a tad scratchy yet it filled the air just as pleasantly

But then he offered you his hand, not speaking for a moment as he seemingly gathered his words

"Would you.. like to dance with me, (Y/n)?"

Neither of you could hear the music well

It was farther, people were farther, than you realized

"Even though there's no music?"

"Even though there's no music."

He smiled when you took his hand

A reassuring, clumsy dance

You and he weren't sure of how to properly move your feet, yet you managed

Swaying one way to another

He allowed you to escape from the worries that plagued your mind that night

But he wasn't able to shield you from the next

Edelgard's reveal was much too sudden, not just for him but for everyone

Flayn and another girl from a few years ago had returned, everything seemed fine- they were fine

Maybe if he didn't let his guard down, you wouldn't have been hit

He knew it was a minor wound, you'd live

But there was so much blood

And you were right beside him

The emotions, they were hard to keep in check

He had people to lead

When the initial encounter was over, he was the one to rush you to Manuela

"You're worked up over nothing, professor! They'll be fine with a few days rest."

She was right, but it was still hard to leave your side

Either way he was forced to

The Empire left no time to dwell

Although, as the information of the battle came and went, so did the mention of Byleth and Lady Rea

Everyone knew they were gone, but none could speak of it

So, when a certain man walked back into the monastery, you were flabbergasted

No words were passed between the both of you, yet you knew what this meant

There was a chance

And as he brought everyone together, the future grew even brighter

The hardships never seized, but they were easier to bare

Having to cut down his past students, having to cut down your own friends, it hurt even when you both tried to ignore it

It weighed heavily on everyone even after the war was finally put to an end

Some were able to move on in the coming months but others couldn't find it within themselves

He was one of those that wished to move on

And he decided that it would begin with you

"(Y/n), I was wondering if I could ask you something?"

He had caught you staring at the church's windows

"..oh, yes, of course."

You watched as he grew stiff, was he not expecting you to allow him?

"Well..."

He took a deep breath before bringing himself to one knee, bowing his head whilst looking at his hand

"What are you doing..?"

He huffed a laugh, " 'm trying to ask you to marry me."

"Oh..!"

"Well?"

"Ye..yes! I- I will!"

"I'm glad."

He was beyond glad, the smile that trembled was enough to get that across

The ring easily fit your finger, just as his hands fit in yours

He bumped your foreheads and then your nose with his own

The warmth of the watching sun bathed you both in happiness unlike any before

And, as he gently brought his lips to yours, the two of you found yourselves swaying... one way to the other

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[frickingnerd]

stolen time

pairing: m!byleth eisner x gn!reader

summary: you get kidnapped during the war and after five years, byleth returns to save you...

tags: kidnapped reader, reader is in a bad shape, implied mistreated reader, death, byleth kills edelgard (i'm sorry :/)

both you and byleth vanished when the war started. yet only he returned. 

the day he reunited with his former students was when he found out about the events of the last five years. how after edelgard started the war, you went missing. you, his former colleague and the one he had been interested in, yet never got to confess to.

rumor had it that edelgard was the one responsible for your disappearance. you were supposed to lure byleth to her. yet edelgard'd plan failed, since byleth went missing as well, at the same time you did.

but now that he was reunited with his students, byleth knew that he had to come save you! of course, he knew that he'd be running right into edelgard's trap. but he was also convinced that he could take her on! nothing could keep him away from you! and he still hoped he could reason with his former student…

but things didn't work out the way byleth had hoped. edelgard was set on her goal and there was no way to reason with her. perhaps, in another life, byleth could've stood by her side and fought alongside her. but not in this one. not when she went as far as putting the one he loved in danger, just to get what she wanted. byleth couldn't accept that! and so, with a heavy heart, he had to kill his former student. there was no way around her. if he wanted to see you again, she had to be gone…

when byleth finally reunited with you, you were in a bad shape. you had bruises all over your body, had lost a visible amount of weight and had dark bags under your eyes. you must've been in here for years now. perhaps you even gave up hope of being saved altogether. after so many years, who wouldn't? 

"byleth…?"

you thought you were hallucinating when you saw your former colleague rattling on your cell door, trying to break it open to get inside to you. had you finally lost it now? 

"it's me. you don't need to worry anymore, y/n. i'm finally here…" 

his words sounded so comforting. just the thought of getting out of this cell was enough to make you tear up. you hadn't seen the sky in years. you longed to feel the grass beneath your feet again or to see the colors of sunrise once more. but more than all of that, you had longed to see him again. 

finally, byleth had managed to break open the door, rushing towards you and pulling you into his arms. you hesitantly wrapped your arms around him, feeling his warmth as your bodies were pressed together. 

"i've got you… i'm not letting you go again. i've got you…"

byleth quietly mumbled as he held you close. he wouldn't let anything happen to you again, that he swore to himself! nobody would ever lay a finger on you, not as long as he was around…

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Rules (Please Read)

Greetings, Lovelies!

This is a blog that specializes in writing fics for the more recent Fire Emblem game entries.

Before we get into that, I do have a few basic rules:

 - Requests will be taken for up to two characters at a time.

 - When requesting, please specify whether you would like it to be about two separate characters or one character x reader. It can get a bit confusing if someone asks for an x reader but are expecting to be written in as Byleth.

                   - That said, specify gender of the reader you are requesting for (or put GN! for Gender Neutral). Feel free to specify any other important or personal traits of the reader, too! I’m prepared to be writing for you when you request, so let’s have some fun and get as specific/vague as you want!

 - Anyone who sends in any hateful messages will be blocked from this blog with or without a warning. If you don’t respect me, I have no reason to respect you.

Next!

Which games I will write for:

- FE Echoes

 - FE Awakening

 - FE Fates

 - FE3H

- FE Engage

I cannot wait to write for you all! Have a wonderful day, and don’t be shy!

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Other Fanfiction Table of Contents

Fire Emblem

Restless (18+): Xander x F!Reader, As leader of the combined Hoshidan and Nohrian armies, you find yourself growing restless one night, plagued with troubling thoughts. You decide some fresh air and quiet reflection under the stars might do you some good; but, you run into Xander, also lost in thought, and decide to spend some time together. AO3

Slip Away (18+): Xander x Gender-Neutral Reader, Xander finds himself unable to unwind at his birthday party, until a certain someone whisks him away. Tumblr, AO3

To Walk a Path of Light (M): Jeritza von Hrym x GN!Byleth, Jeritza’s desire for Byleth was sparked long before the goddess had even conceived of either of their forms. Their fates have always been intertwined... Long after the war has ended, Jeritza seeks out a familiar face, while the Death Knight seeks a battle. Tumblr, AO3

Gentle (18+): Jeritza Von Hrym x OC, "She is soft. And in her softness, she dissolves whatever sharpness, whatever edge I have. In perfumed sheets and gilded sunlight, I am, for a moment, vulnerable. My gentility clambers out from where it's been buried deep for so many years. The Death Knight dies in her embrace, and from him blooms a new creature." Jeritza finds himself drawn to one of Garreg Mach's newest professors. Tumblr: Chapter 1, AO3

The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings

Upon a Forest Throne (18+): Thranduil x F!Reader, As Thranduil's Queen-to-Be, you worry his subjects will not accept you. So the Elven King takes it upon himself to show you just how worshipped you are. Tumblr, AO3

Castlevania (Netflix)

Silver Scars (18+): Alucard x OC, After Sumi and Taka betray him, Adrian loses his trust in others; but, perhaps with the help of a dear friend, he can gain it back. Tumblr: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, AO3

The Elder Scrolls

Devotion (18+): Cicero x Listener, He worships her, every piece of her. All of his Listener must be worshipped, as ordained. Cicero, sweet Cicero, eager to please. Eager to serve. His lips on hers, his hands roving, searching, exploring. Venerating. He dies inside her, and it is glorious. He would die a thousand times in her, as many times as she wanted. Immolating in her light over and over and over again. Cicero is unsure of this new Listener, but his feelings are muddled and confusing. What will happen when the Listener is forced to choose to take or spare his life? Tumblr, AO3.

My Hero Academia

Veins of Gold (18+): Dabi x Reader, On the one hand, he’s disgusted by how gentle you are; but on the other, Dabi feels a wretched gratitude. A desperate yearning for you to keep going. How long has it been since anyone has shown him any ounce of tenderness? Any iota of softness? You are the only one in his recent memory that has even bothered. And you do it not out of pity or sorrow. But so frustratingly out of love. Dabi hardly feels worthy. Dabi sees himself as a failure, but you are always there to remind him how loved and cherished he truly is. Tumblr, AO3.

Legend of Zelda

Ebb and Flow (18+): Prince Sidon x Reader, “I will not accept that all we’re meant to be are star-crossed lovers,” Sidon states passionately, his tone filled with a steady resolve, “I cannot accept it. Was it not here that I pledged myself to you? And you to me? Was it not here that we promised our hearts to one another? Aren’t we more than just crossing tides?” Sidon is given earth shattering news. His duty as a Zora Prince outweighs all else. But how can he accept that when his love for you is so deep? Tumblr, AO3.

Stardew Valley

Love Letters (18+): Elliott x Reader, My Muse! You inspire in me such vivid dreams that when I wake to find my bed empty, I despair! I ache for you, body and soul. How I long to return to you, scoop you up in my arms, and ravish you from evening until dawn (Beyond dawn! For dawn does not limit my undying love, my eternal passion for you). Though weary from this whirlwind tour, I am never too weary to show you the depths of my adoration for you. I will return to you early next week, and I am beside myself with excitement. Elliott returns home from his book tour and the Farmer has a sultry surprise for him. Tumblr, AO3.

Updated: 6/26/23

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[glowingbadger]

As you’re accepting modern-day HCs….I kinda need some for the BL with a s/o who isn’t Byleth. Anything goes, authors choice. I need to go recover from all those Poly HCs. They were glorious.

Goodness, that's a lot of beautiful boys and a lot of freedom lol let's go down the line and I'll give my general thoughts for all of our precious lions :) I guess if we're talking post-timeskip (which I personally always am lol), they're gonna be like... either in the last two years of college, or right out of college? Fuck it, college AU. ((I started with just the dudes cause that's what most of my writing is tbh but folks can definitely ask me about the ladies as well!))

Blue Lions Modern/College AU Headcanons (x GN Reader) - SFW

Dimitri: A political science major you had a group project with once and then a month later he finally had the guts to ask you out. He generally looks pretty clean and put together, but he wears an eyepatch, and rumors that he's secretly a hitman or in a gang fly around campus. Your friends are all terrified of him when you first start dating, but he wins them over once they've talked to him even once. After that, it only takes about two weeks for them to start referring to him as your wife.

Dedue: Definitely studying botany or horticulture or some such. You sit next to him in one of your lectures for a full semester before managing to ask him out. You expect a polite rejection, so you're surprised when he immediately says yes without even a moment to think. Studying with him is the best- he'll sit with you resting between his legs with your head on his chest and quiz you on what you need to know, placing a sweet kiss on your cheek or neck when you answer correctly. Your friends are definitely jealous- he's handsome, athletic, smart, kind, and he can cook.

Sylvain: Total marketing major vibes. He's one of those awful, awful people who never studies and spends his whole weekend at house parties and gets good grades anyway. A friend of yours hooked up with him once and said the D was phenomenal, but he's totally emotionally unavailable. He flirts with you for weeks before you're helping him back to his dorm one night after way too much drinking and he mumbles how "someone like you... c'do so much better th'n a guy like me..." You bring him coffee and aspirin the next morning and offer to go on a brunch date once he's sure he won't puke.

Felix: He's a business major, but his heart clearly isn't in it- he's only doing it because he's expected to run his father's company some day. He's at the gym every time you go (presumably plenty of times when you're not there too), before you realize it, you start looking for him there. You tell yourself it's just because you admire his motivation. He catches you staring though one day, and calls you out. Somehow, you stumble your way through introductions, but before long he's telling you how you're not stretching properly at all, how your jogging pace is inefficient, and just like that, you've got a gym partner who eventually becomes the most secretly-sweet boyfriend.

Ashe: Literary Classics major, and very well liked. No one's ever seen him at a house party, but he has plenty of friends, and is involved in a ton of clubs and extra-curriculars on campus. Eventually, he bumps into you at the library. Like, literally bumps into you rounding the shelves. His eye catches one of the books in your arms and his face positively lights up- he's been meaning to read that one for ages! How did you like it? Is the ending as surprising as everyone says? You end up finding a secluded nook to sit and chat for hours, until it's nearly dark. Then, he shyly offers to treat you to dinner as thanks for your book recommendations.

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[carelesswispe]

Yo! Could I get an angst fic with Hubert, where the reader has lost an eye in battle?

Losing an eye in battle 

Uwaa~ this was more fun than I thought it would be! Thank you so much for requesting! I had to rewrite this a couple times because I think I misread your ask or smth at first haha idk whats up with me--anyway,, I hope you enjoy it ><

>genre: mostly angst

>pairings: hubert x reader (gn)

>warnings: mentions of blood, injury, fighting, the reader losing an EYE and implications of death (tell me if i missed any !)

‘You can do this, (name), after all, you’ve made it to the final stretch’ you hyped yourself up as you marched into the battlefield beside Hubert. The both of you were stationed at the back of the battalion to focus on supporting the front liners. Were you scared? Most definitely. Although this wasn’t your first battle, there was something nerve wracking about this battle being a huge step towards an end to this bloody war. But no matter how much you try to convince yourself, you couldn’t shake the sinking feeling in your gut that told you that something was going to go wrong. 

Hubert, your ever reliable classmate and the man you adored, noticed the tense expression on your face. He clears his throat, loud enough to catch your attention. “As we approach this big hurdle in achieving Lady Edelgard’s goals, let’s keep up the good work” although it was awkward, you could tell that the man was trying to encourage you and it definitely helped to clear your noisy mind, even just a little. 

You flashed the man a small smile, a determined look shining upon your eyes. This gesture made a rare smile play on his lips as well, the corners of his eyes softening slightly. As you watch the brunet’s broad back move farther into the battlefield, you realise that he too, was feeling anxious about this battle. And as strange as it sounded, you were comforted by this fact, hastening your steps to join him in the battlefield.

The first few battles were pretty tame, supporting Professor Byleth from behind, covering the professor whenever there was the slightest bit of an opening in the professor’s movements. But after a while, maybe it was because you weren’t paying attention but you found yourself separated from the professor. 

Mumbling a curse under your breath, you survey your surroundings to find yourself in a torrent of dust and smoke. You feel dread pool the bottom of your stomach as you see a large silhouette approaching you. 

You assume a defensive stance as the figure becomes clearer and clearer as the ring of dust and smoke settles, a chill creeping up your spine as you see a head of blond hair coming into view. 

Dimitri’s gaze upon you hardens as you retain your defensive stance. Although the two of you certainly weren’t close, the thought of having to kill a person he used to be schoolmates with left a bitter feeling in his mouth. “...I have to do this...to stop this senseless killing. I will stop you from taking away another life here and now!” and with this, his resolve hardens and the air around him shifts. You steel yourself as you prepare yourself for the man’s next course of action, taking a deep breath.

His slow strides quickly sped up and he began charging towards you at full speed, his weapon raised up in the air. You were slightly taken aback by the man’s speed and you scrambled to avoid him and made a pathetic attempt to injure him before he reached you but whatever you tried seemed to have no effect on him as he continued to charge towards you.

As a last resort you used up whatever energy you had left in you in an effort to widen the distance between the two of you and it worked, so you thought. Although you managed to put some distance between you and your assailant, it was futile as the prince flung his javelin in the air with surprising speed, aiming for your head. 

You didn’t register the javelin flying towards your right eye quickly enough, only noticing it when it was too late. Almost immediately, you feel a blazing hot pain blooming from the right side of your face, spreading all the way down to your neck. A shout rips through your throat as you fight to clutch the right side of your face in favour of clutching onto your weapon as you continue to attack. 

You felt dizzy from the amount of blood you were losing and you could feel your consciousness slip away with every movement you willed your body to take. You honestly had no idea how you had the strength to continue swinging your sword and you didn’t know how long you could keep it up. 

In a last ditch attempt, you mustered all the strength you had left to shout at the top of your lungs in hopes of attracting the attention of others. As the battle went on, so did the throbbing of your head, screaming at you to lay down and stop moving. Gritting your teeth, you desperately latched onto whatever consciousness you had left.

Just as you were about to take another blow from the prince, you felt a strong wave of magic strike down from where Dimitri was standing. And with this, you felt hope surge through your veins as you looked around the battlefield with urgency. A growl leaves Dimitri’s grit teeth as his eyes land on Hubert. 

Hubert, however, didn’t relent in his attacks, not giving the blond a chance to recover from each of his spells. Eventually everyone else gathered to fight against Dimitri and at that point, any resistance the prince put up was futile against the whole army. But still, he continued to fight until the very end. And before you knew it, it was over. The battle has been won and all there's left to do is to put a stop to Rhea and the remaining soldiers of the church. 

All the adrenaline from the battle had faded and you had become more faint with each step you took. This did not go unnoticed by Hubert. He hurriedly excused himself from Edelgard’s side, something the ever loyal servant would never do under normal circumstances and walked towards your weakening figure. 

“(name)!” Hubert called out to you, worry evident in his panicked voice. The sound of Hubert’s shout brought you out of your daze, making you snap your head towards the source of the voice. You wince at the dizziness your sudden movement brought you and suddenly, your body couldn’t take anymore and your knees buckled from underneath you. The only thing you could hear as your consciousness faded was the sound of hurried footsteps towards your person accompanied by someone’s worried shouts.

When you came to, you were laid on a soft bed with a killer headache, unable to see out of the right side of your eye. In a panic, you sat up from the bed and assessed your surroundings the best you can as your blurry vision slowly clears up. You felt a sharp pain in your head, particularly at the right side as a result of your sudden motion. A pained groan escapes your lips as your hands instinctively shoot up to clutch your head. You feel for your right eye only to feel bandages wrapped around the right side of your head.

You remember now. The javelin, heading straight towards your right eye as you failed to do anything about it. It’s gone now. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door creaking open slowly, a black shape emerging from it. “You’re awake.” a certain classmate’s voice of yours came out of the blurry figure which you came to recognise as Hubert’s as your vision focused on it and you could properly make out its features. He was carrying a tray which contained a bowl of soup and a glass of water which he placed on the table at the side of the bed.

“...How was your rest?” Hubert asks with a tone you’ve rarely heard from him. Turning your body to face him, you could see that he wore an expression of worry, his brows furrowed and his normally sharp eyes were soft.

You opened your mouth only to close it again. You didn’t know what to say. On one hand, you wanted to lie and say everything was fine but you knew there was no way in hell you could say that. Especially not with how you no longer had two eyes to look through. Hubert knew that and yet he couldn’t do anything but watch as you sat on the bed with a bitter expression. 

“I prepared some soup for you. I feel regretful for having to keep it light since you are still in the midst of recovery but rest assured, I will prepare something better once you recover.” Hubert spoke, breaking the tense atmosphere. Gently moving a tray table over your lap, he places the tray of soup on it. 

Watching as you simply stared at the food in front of you, Hubert felt a pang of guilt hit his heart seeing your dejected state. He knew all too well of the consequences of war but all this time he thought that it was okay, as long as it was for her lady Edelgard but now, all he wanted to do was end this war as fast as possible, as naive as that sounded. If only he had gotten there more quickly, and then maybe you wouldn’t have to lose an eye. Then maybe you needn’t have suffered. 

Clenching his fist tightly, Hubert drops into a curtsey “Get some rest” he couldn’t do anything for you right now but offer you his silent support. And right now, you need time to yourself. As he left the room, Hubert threw you one last glance, his heart tightening at the way you aimlessly played with your food, a blank expression on your face

okay i know this was a bit short but i might make a part 2 on my own time. im not too experienced in writing fight scenes so i feel that the fight scene was a little wonky >< i will try my best to improve so please tell me some of your opinions on it ! any sort of feedback is very much appreciated and i will try my best to take them to heart in order to improve my writing

#hubert von vestra #hubert von vestra x reader #fe3h x reader #fe3h headcanons