#byleth x sylvain

[writtingfiction]

Oh Sylvain abd Byleth arguing and the because i love you promt pleaseeee pleasee pleaseeee

o(^▽^)o Anon!! i've arrived !! with a gift!! and also a birthday present for someone! this took a while but please enjoy!

pairing: Sylvain x Byleth

words: 3.6 k

Sylvain looked at the teal haired woman that stood across the room from him. An odd warmth filled him, it felt out of place—no—he felt out of place. Byleth had done something, she had done something to him, was it after their bickering fight the other day? Or was it when she had saved him when he was being stupid in the last battle against Edelgard’s forces? He breathes in sharply as he sees Byleth give Dimitri a quick flash of her rare smile. Thoughts consume him as his eyes does not dare to linger on her anymore.

Sylvain turns, fingers clenching to form a fist as he lets out a breath. One foot in front of the other as they take him away, away and away. He feels as if he can finally breathe when he is on the bridge connecting to the cathedral. Seeing the Pegasus and Wyverns fly above him, the warmth that invaded him has long since left and he feels…

Frowning, Sylvain can’t finish the thought; all he’s left with is a fading warmth now. A shaking hand runs through his hair, maybe this will slow down the thoughts. Doing something with his body, practicing magic, throwing his lance around, or perhaps tending to his horse will bore his own thoughts. That way they won’t stick around.

“Sylvain?” A gentle voice calls out to him. Sylvain spins on his heels, eyes catching that teal hair from earlier. “Are you busy, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to join me for tea?” The warmth from earlier returned, his heart picked up a pace and feels uncomfortable in his armour.

“Enjoy tea with a pretty woman like yourself? I’m always free for you, Professor.” Sylvain speaks and sends Byleth a wink. He knows she’s used to his behaviour (in trying to assure himself) but his stomach sinks to his shoes as she gently shakes her head. A pause in his steps behind her, assuring himself? That has not happened in a while. What is this woman doing to him? Was it all because she didn’t want to get close to him because of his crest? No, that was a childish thought, he knew her better than that.

Sylvain blinks and his surroundings change. There’s a cup of his favourite tea in his hand and there’s no breeze in the stuffy room to carry his thoughts away and far away from him. That way he doesn’t have to indulge in his thoughts about her. How she glows when she smiles, the sparkle in her eyes at the mention of fishing, the commanding but safe aura she has when going over battle plans; there’s so much he could say about her, but that’s his professor.

“Sylvain, are you alright?” Byleth’s voice reaches him, shaking him from his stupor. “You’ve been spacing out.” He flashes her a grin.

“Come on professor, aren’t you tired? You’ve been running through my mind all this time.” Sylvain says it as a half-hearted flirt, but it is the truth. He wonders if she knows this because she doesn’t shake him off, instead she keeps a firm gaze on him. He tries to grin wider, white canines showing and all she does in response is look down at her own cup of tea. She takes a long sip from her teacup and Sylvain only grows hotter in his armour. He doesn’t like how long she takes to answer his nonchalant behaviour. When she finally, finally places her cup down, dainty fingers surround the cup before she speaks up.

“I’m concerned for you, Sylvain. What if this behaviour continues onto the battlefield?” Her voice cools him, and he wants to scream. The intensity of her stare lights him on fire, and then her voice showers him in a cold wash of rain. He let’s out a strained laugh.

“This won’t, trust me.” Byleth sends him a glare. “Trust me professor, there’s nothing for you to be worried about. I won’t be chasing skirts onto the battlefield.” He sends her another charming smile, and it seems to placate her since she doesn’t continue to try and comfort him.

Sylvain doesn’t stay much longer after the attempt to reach behind his walls, to reach inside his brain and dissect his thoughts with him. He politely dismisses himself, helping Byleth put things away and before long his hand reaches for the doorknob leading away from her.

“Sylvain,” Byleth calls after him again. “I am here if you need anything.” Her voice is quiet and soft. It’s enough to make him pause, but not enough to turn around. His own voice is small, quiet.

“Thank you.” And the door closes behind him.

___

They’re all gathered in the war room; everyone is seated as Byleth talks about their next move. His attention was waning as he focused on the rhythmic tapping of his foot against the floor. He was lucky he didn’t have his armour on, it would be too loud.

“So, we will need someone to scout out area, sneak in, grab the blueprints and leave.” He looked around the room, wondering if anyone also heard the words leave their professor’s mouth. Brief eye contact with Ingrid seems to have prompt her to speak up.

“Why does it have to be one of us? We have scouts for this type of thing.” Ingrid speaks up and almost half the table nods their heads in agreement. Byleth’s brows furrow as she looks upon her former students.

“I can’t risk them grabbing the wrong thing. I have no doubt that they’ll have other blueprints to other fortresses that will not help us. We need someone to go in with the knowledge that we have in order to secure what we need.” Byleth is firm in her words. “It’ll be a quick reconnaissance mission.”

Byleth’s eyes look around the room, a brief look to Ashe and Bernadetta but they look half scared to death. Ashe’s hands are shaking too much to show any confidence. Bernadetta will be too scared to go, never mind remember what to grab. Lindhart barely seems like an option, Caspar does not have the finesse, Mercedes and Annette don’t have the skills to do so. Dimitri has too much bloodlust and combine him with Felix would make a blood bath instead of a stealth mission. Dedue, Sylvain, Ingrid leave Byleth with little choice to pick.

“I’m willing to volunteer.” Dedue speaks up, breaking the silence in the room. Dimitri is the first to speak.

“No.” Dimitri says it with so much conviction it leaves no room to argue. Not that anyone would, not with the last time Dedue was left alone.

“Ingrid, Sylvain?” Byleth asks into the air.

“I’m sorry Professor, I don’t think I would do us justice.” Ingrid said. Byleth nods her head as she moves to make eye contact with Sylvain. The last remaining student sighs, a soft shake of his head. Byleth sighs as well, open palms closing.

“Then I’ve made my choice,” Byleth breathes in. “I will go and retrieve the documents we need.” And lets it out.

The room erupted in protests, and Byleth fights them off. Considering how adamant they were earlier about not going; they weren’t thinking of letting their beloved professor leave them again even if it was for a mission on their own. Everyone had their reasons for not letting her leave alone, that is, alone. Byleth still argued against them, saying it was a stealth mission, nothing else and nothing more. She’s barely able to calm her students, saying she’ll be back within a certain time limit and if she’s gone any longer, they have permission to come after her.

Even with the calmed students and placated tempers, Sylvain stood at the gate beside Byleth as she made sure she had everything, which wasn’t much. A sword, a dagger, a bag, and a flare. Sylvain felt uneasy. Palms sweaty as he stood watch over her.

“Out of everyone, I wasn’t expecting you stay behind.” Byleth said. Sylvain breathes in as he looks around the gate. Its late, the sun is setting, the night chill is starting to creep in the sound of the bugs are starting to awaken. Behind Byleth is the trail that will lead her away from the safety of the monastery, its open until you reach halfway down the large hill where the treeline starts.

“Says the one who volunteered themself.” Sylvain said. “Besides, someone had to see you off. Can’t let our cute professor leave without a handsome man watching over her.” Byleth lets out a scoff as a smile appears on her lips.

“Alright, I’m heading off. I should be back by dawn, if not you all have permission to come after me.” Byleth said. Sylvain nods and his eyes watch her carefully as she turns. His stomach turns, as a heavy weight is felt upon his shoulders. He confirms that he doesn’t like the feeling, but he can deal with it. He can deal with it as he sees her disappear from his sight into the treeline.

He will be fine.

He was not fine.

Sylvain laid in his bed, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. He’s too hot, too cold. The sheets wrap around him like a snake, and he feels the cold sweat throughout his entire body. Sylvain ponders for a moment if this was worse than hearing that she was missing from the fight five years ago. He can’t decide, cause he’s waiting; he is waiting to see if she’s alive or dead come morning. A cold hand raises to grip his shirt, its too tight on him. He needs out, out and away from the cold scales of the snake that dares to consume him whole. In a flurry, sheets are thrown off him and he escapes the room.

His feet carry him, not surprisingly, back towards the gate that Byleth left. He hopes—wants—her to return now, tell him that everything is ok; that everything will work. They’ll win the war, return home and grow together in peace.

Hands run through his hair, its warmer out here than in the confines of his room. His vermilion eyes set on the tree line even though its barely visible. Sylvain needs to be here when she gets back, he must be here to greet her so he can ease his fears. He can’t be left alone again.

Wait.

Oh no.

Sylvain falls back against a crate, head in his hands. He knows what he feels now, it all clicks into that head of his. Byleth is more than just his former professor, more than just a friend and close confidant. Byleth is…

“Sylvain? Are you alright?” A soft voice speaks up. Sylvain whips his head up to see Mercedes.

“Mercedes...!” Sylvain breathes, he can’t pick up the pieces of his mask quick enough as he sees the concerned look on Mercedes deepen. “I-I-I was…”

“It’s alright, we’re all worried about the Professor.” Mercedes said coming close, setting the lamp she had in hand down and sitting beside him on the crate. Shoulders touching as it brings him some comfort. Sylvain sighs and hums in response. “Some people just show it in different ways. Felix was at the training grounds not too long ago and Annette was having a warm cup of tea with me before we went to bed.”

“And I’m sitting and waiting by the Gate…” Sylvain said and it brings a soft smile to Mercedes’ face.

“I know I can’t convince you to go back to bed, but at least let me bring you a blanket.” Mercedes spoke, leaving the lamp behind as she stood up. Sylvain keeps his eyes on the ground as he speaks.

“Thank you.”

Mercedes leaves the red head behind in search of a blanket, footsteps echoing in the distance as his eyes pick up from the ground to the open gate. It wasn’t fair, Sylvain gave up on those mushy feelings of romance so long ago. He knew ever since his crest appeared that surely no woman would come to truly love him. However, when his eyes would meet hers, there was a lingering hope that maybe, just maybe she could look his way. He cursed himself as he stared out into the darkness. She became more important to him than he had realized. Seeing her come back after those five years filled him with so much emotion, he didn’t know what to do with it. Seeing her cut down Edelgard’s forces with such grace reminded him being just a student all those years ago.

She didn’t hate him after all those years had passed when he had said he wanted to kill her. She cared for him and has continued to do so. She was worried over his well being, whenever he got injured. He understands now that he shouldn’t have been so nonchalant about his injuries, but that thought of not having to worry cause she’s here; never went away. That was, until she did disappear.

Sylvain hears footsteps behind him again, he knows it’s Mercedes as she whispers that she has brought the blanket with her. The blanket wraps around him, and Mercedes says goodnight as she’s finally off to bed. Sylvain bids her a goodnight as he pulls the blanket tighter. Eyes moving from Mercedes figure disappearing into the night towards the gate once more. He’ll wait here until she gets back. He has too.

And so, he does. Hours pass him by, he thinks. There’s no more heat from the lamp, and the moon is still high in the sky. Sylvain lets his thoughts linger here and there. They don’t stay long, and he doesn’t entertain them either. Although, the only thought that he does entertain is the one of when to confess his feelings. He has half a mind to confess when she gets back but argues against it. Byleth will be tired, exhausted from the nights trip. So, his thoughts carry him to after the war. After the war he could confess, there would be no real danger for him to fight. The only thing he would have to fight for, would be her.

Something moves in the distance from beyond the gate.

Sylvain freezes. He can’t tell if it was a figment of his imagination or not. He squints his eyes to see but there’s nothing. Holding his breath as he tries to reason with himself, moving to stand in the gate way as a bright flash of light appears.

It’s the flare.

Sylvain’s body reacts faster than his mind can. Blanket left behind as he sprints across the field. Fear creeps into his blood as he gets closer to the tree line, he doesn’t have his lance on him. By the gods, he doesn’t have anything with him if he needs to protect Byleth. His voice calls out to her as he’s steps away from the treeline.

“Sylvain!!!” Byleth yells out and Sylvain catches a tree to help him turn towards her voice at the speed he was going. Sylvain can barely see what’s ahead of him, branches and bushes are in his way as he rushes towards her. He swears if he doesn’t get there in time he will—

“Byleth!” Sylvain yells as he finally comes across the scene. An assassin has dagger at her throat as she does her best to keep the blade away from her. Sylvain waste no time knocking the assassin over, sending him sprawling towards a tree.

Sylvain follows him quickly, body moving fast. His fists are filled with fury as they connect against the assassin’s face. There’s barely enough time to recover for the enemy. Sylvain doesn’t want to give him the chance to breathe as he swings his fists. His right swinging fast. His left coming in right after. The assassin is left doubled over. Sylvain delivers a swift kick to the enemy’s ribs. There’s an audible gasp that leaves the assassin’s throat.

Sylvain pauses his assault, chest heaving. Blood covered his knuckles, leaving the only evidence of him being in a fight. The assassin slumps himself against a nearby tree. Wheezing as he tries to breathe. Sylvain takes a single step forward.

“Sylvain.” Byleth’s voice rings through his ears. “That’s enough. Leave him.”

“Leave him?! He almost killed you!! If I hadn’t been waiting for you to come back, you could have died!!” Sylvain lets a yell. Emotions running through him wildly.

“It was a risk I took when I left the monastery.” Byleth counters. Voice calm and low. It bothered the red head to no end.

“It will be an even bigger risk letting him go and live!! He knows what you have Byleth.” Sylvain argued, turning to face the assassin but he’s no where to be found. Sylvain grimaced as he clenched his fists. “And now he’s gone.”

“For the better, it will serve as a warning if they pursue us. Let your anger go, Sylvain.” Byleth said, brows furrowed as she stared at him.

“Let it go? Let my anger go? Byleth. What do you not understand that your life was almost taken from you!!” Sylvain cried out, hands reaching out to her. “I feared for the worst when you sent the flare flying. If I hadn’t made it in time, you could’ve…” His hands held onto her arms for support to tell him that she as fine and alive.

“But I didn’t. Sylvain, you got here in time.” Byleth said.

“That doesn’t change the fact that you—”

“You saved me!! Stop worrying yourself about the what ifs, I’m safe.”

“For now!! Byleth—”

“Stop it.” Byleth argues. “What is done, is done. We need to get back to the monastery. You can stop worrying now.”

“I won’t.” Sylvain fires back as Byleth leaves his grip. He’s grasping at straws.

“Sylvain,” There’s a strain her voice. “I understand that everyone is worried for me; But there’s no need for you to get so worked up over this. We risk our lives everyday on the battlefield. Our lives will be in constant danger until the war is over.”

“I know, but that doesn’t mean I won’t stop worrying over you.” Byleth turns to look at him, there’s a spark in her eyes.

“Why? You were the least engaged at the war room and have always been. I know you care, but this? You were never really involved when engaging with others. You would barely raise your voice to voice an opinion in front of others unless it involved chasing a skirt. Why do I matter so much to you now?” Byleth’s words sparked a flame inside him. A grimace appeared on his face. “You hated me all those years ago, all because of a life that you wanted. You don’t really care—”

“I DO!!”

“Why?!”

“Because I love you!! Because I care for you!!” Sylvain shouted. “You mean more to me than you will ever realize!! When you came back, seeing you in the ruins of the town where those thieves were; I felt so relived. You were safe and alive! Now, you’re leading us against Edelgard, and we’ve had more progress in fighting against her than we’ve had all five years you were gone.”

The two stood in silence as they stared at each other. Heavy breathing came from Sylvain as he tried to sort through his thoughts. Byleth looked at him, eyes wide as she soaked in his confession. Sylvain felt his heart in his throat as he tried to remain calm. Even if he threw his composure out a moment ago. He couldn’t let her consume him, yet.

Byleth’s lips move to say something but not a word escapes her. Sylvain closes his eyes and nods his head. Eyes staying glued to the ground when he reopens them. He accepts the fate given to him.

“Let’s head back, the others are worried about you.” Sylvain speaks in a low tone. He doesn’t have to turn around to know she’s following; the sound of her footsteps is enough to comfort him.

His knuckles ache as he grips his lance. Even with the salve he put on three days ago, it still aches. Byleth hasn’t approached him yet either, although he can take a hint and knows that his feelings are not reciprocated. Sylvain takes another stab at the training dummy in front of him. And one more, and another, and he keeps going until he can’t hold his lance properly between his hands. Sylvain pants as he takes a break. Hands shaking as he stares blankly at the dummy in front of him.

“Overexertion will do your body and yourself no good. We need you in the upcoming march against the fortress.” It was Byleth.

“I know, only training to get better at protect those I care about.” Sylvain says, words taking a stab at Byleth, his former teacher and the woman he holds feelings for.

“Sylvain…” It’s a soft call of his name and it makes his heart flutter. “I’m sorry. I should have been more considerate of your feelings in the past.” Sylvain lets out a chuckle and turns to face Byleth. There’s a frown casted upon her face, but she’s still breath taking.

“Its alright, its not like—”

“You’re also important to me. When this war is over, would you still stay by my side?”

It was Sylvain’s turn to be surprised. Eyes wide and heart racing as he heard her words. He nods, the biggest smile on his face.

“Of course!”

Sylvain swears that the smile that Byleth gave him that day could never compare to the goddess he prays too.

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[beezonia]

If I’d did a fe3h Grease au, who’d be who?

So far I have

Byleth as Rizzo

Annette as Sandy

Felix as Danny

Dorothea as Doody

Sylvain is Kenickie

Mercedes as Frenchy

El is definitely Marty

Maybe flayn as jan

Ignatz is putzie

Claude as Sonny

Idk who else??

Like Constance as patty - Ferdinand as Eugene

Or idk

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[asperrusual]

3H x Tumblr

#3h textpost memes #3h x tumblr #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem three hopes #fe:3h #few:3h #hapi #byleth eisner #claude von riegan #sylvain jose gautier #caspar von bergliez #hilda valentine goneril #lorenz hellman gloucester #ignatz victor #dedue molinaro #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #linhardt von hevring #shez #hubert von vestra

[aroejumping]

Winter Festival fairies❄

#dorothea fire emblem #fe fan art #feh #fire emblem heroes #byleth fe #fe3h #fire emblem three hopes #few3h #anette #felix x annette #annette fantine dominic #shez fire emblem #sylvain fire emblem #fe3h sylvain #fe shez

[allcaplock]

Todays FE3H memes

#sylvain jose gautier #felix hugo fraldarius #Sylvix #Byleth Eisner #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #M!Byleth #dorothea arnault #hilda valentine goneril #Hildvain #Hilda x Sylvain #caspar von bergliez #ferdinand von aegir #hubert von vestra #fe yuri #fe hapi #FE Memes #memes

[fiction-box]

Blood From A Stone

Blue Lions Boys X Fem!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Teams,” Dedue noted.

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

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

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

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

“One down, everyone!”

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

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

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

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

“That’s quite enough.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That meant you weren’t needed then, right?

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

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

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

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

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

…45, 46, 47…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Felix must have really gotten to them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…Felix…

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

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

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

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

“Felix! Felix, where are you?”

“Felix!” Dimitri followed your lead.

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

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

“Felix, where’s the trap?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A person?” Dedue balked.

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

“Um…”

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

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

Ashe.

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

“...What?”

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

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

“I’m coming, too.”

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

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

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

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

“Bleeding? I’m not-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ashe! Over here!”

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

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

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

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

Ashe began to protest, “But-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Keep moving!”

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

“Over here, Professor! This way!”

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

But why…?

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

“Woah!”

You supposed you had forgotten to warn Ashe.

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

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

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

“I will bring you to Mercedes.”

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

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

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

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

“...then…this boy…?”

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

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

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

“Will she be alright?”

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

A moment of silence.

“Where is his Highness?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let me know what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He did pass out.”

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

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

“Professor? What is it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Agh- What the hell, Professor?!”

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

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

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

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

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

#fire emblem #fiction #fe16 #fe x reader #fire emblem x reader #dimitri x reader #felix x reader #sylvain x reader #dedue fire emblem #dedue x reader #felix hugo fraldarius #fe3h felix #felix fire emblem #fe felix #dimitri fe3h #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #fe dimitri #dimitri fire emblem #fe3h byleth #fe3h #fire emblem three houses x reader #fire emblem three houses #annette #mercedes #ashe duran x reader #fe ashe #fe sylvain #fe3h sylvain #sylvain jose gautier #sylvain gautier

[fe-fictions]

hi! do you still have that prompt where during dinner, sylvain tells his children that he once joked about killing byleth, and they’re horrified and run to protect their mother? it was so funny 😄

(The ginger army returns!!!)

Neither of you were sure how the conversation reached this particular point. But you were sitting at the dinner table, telling your children stories about your younger days at the monastery. You were talking with a calm reverence, regailing them with tales of your duties as a professor and Sylvain as your impossible student.

But then it shifted, and Sylvain mentioned made an off-hand comment about how suspicious of you he used to be. Thinking it all quite humorous now, he made the mistake of mentioning how he considered killing you once, because of how suspicious he was.

The second the words left his mouth, the entire gaggle of children that had been sitting with quiet enthusiasm erupted, rallying around their mother and barricading him from reaching you.

You were surrounded by a wall of ginger, all of them shouting at Sylvain to stay away from their Mama. He had never looked so confused and heartbroken, before.

“W-what? I don’t-”

“Papa’s bad!! Stay away from Mama!”

“Yeah, don’t you touch her!”

“We’ll beat you up real bad if you even think about it!!”

“Children, I don’t even feel that way any-”

“No excuses! You touch my Mama, you die!!” They were quite serious. You managed to peek over the protective barrier of babies, shrugging at your husband’s bewilderment.

“But I didn’t hurt her! It was just when I didn’t know her. I love her very much now, children. Why do you think all of you are here at all?”

“That’s a good point.” You agreed, biting back your smile. The twins turned and looked at you, appalled.

“But he wanted to hurt you!!”

“That’s also a good point.” You nodded solemnly. Sylvain stared at you.

“What?? C’mon, don’t encourage them!!” 

“They make a very convincing argument, Sylvain. Maybe I shouldn’t let you get too close. What if you try to stab me?”

Your oldest and the twins gasped in horror, glaring accusingly at their father. Sylvain’s hands went up in surrender, but they weren’t having it.

“No stabbing Mama!” “I-I won’t, I swear! I’ll never ever hurt her, not even when we’re sparring. Okay?”

“No weapons for Papa at all!” The eldest son charged forward, snatching his fork and knife. Sylvain was working really hard to suppress his laughter, seeing how serious the children were. 

The troublesome twins each took a confiscated utensil, pointing them at Sylvain from across the table. A serious threat.

“All right, all right. You’ve all turned against me. But I’ve still got you, baby girl. Right?” He looked to his youngest little daughter, who hadn’t moved from her seat (quite focused on her mashed potatoes). 

But as the antics continued (and when she heard of her father’s plans to stab you), her gaze drifted from her food and towards her Papa.

He was smiling so very sweetly at her, as she was his sweet little angel who could do absolutely no wrong.

So his shock was immense when she quietly climbed out of her chair and waddled over to you, hugging your leg. 

She looked at him so very sadly, tears in her eyes as if this was the hardest decision she ever had to make. 

To turn against her Papa, who she loved with all her heart...but no one could hurt her Mama. 

“No hurt mama.”

Sylvain clutched his heart. “N-no, not you, too!! My only daughter…”

“Hey! I’m here too, Papa!”The other twin protested, her braids whipping behind her in defiance of her father’s words.

Sylvain shook his head. “Any child who would turn against me is no child of mine! At least, that was the plan, until your little sister decided she loves Mama more than me.”

“‘Cos you wanted to hurt her!!”

“Yeah, Papa! That’s really bad! I’m gonna tell Uncle Seteth and he’ll beat you up!”

“Yeah!! Uncle Seteth!!”

“Now, now, little ones. No need to get anyone else involved.” You chided them gently, taking the fork and knife from the twins and ushering them back to their seats.

“But Mama-”

“No but’s. Yes, your father did want to hurt me once, a long time ago. And yes, it was very wrong. In fact he  was so wrong I think he should go to jail for a while to think about his actions.”

“Thanks for the help, babe…”

“But, that was a very long time ago, and he doesn’t want to hurt me anymore. In fact, he wants to protect me, and all of you. Do you know why all four of you are here?” Your littlest daughter looked up at you hopefully. 

“Why, Mama?”

“Because he loves me very much.”

“Ew.” The twins’ noses crinkled, staring at their father with an all new form of disgust. And while he was plenty glad that you were saying such sweet things now, he wasn’t sure if this was any better.

“So you should know that I love him, too. We don’t have to worry about him hurting me anymore. He would never do it...at least, not on purpose.”

“Papa...okay?” Your littlest girl asked, and you nodded, unable to keep your smile from broadening.

“Yes, my darling. Papa is okay, now.”

“...Okay.” She whispered, nodding  as if she had received some sort of divine revelation. That her father wasn’t a horrible evil person that they would have to defeat.

It was just about the worst thing her little mind could conjure up.

“Well, all right.” The eldest huffed, narrowing his eyes at his father. “But if we hear that you try and hurt Mama even once, we’re gonna get you!”

“Being threatened by my own children.” Sylvain’s head thunked onto the table, “My family’s betrayed me even when they’re okay with me…”

Distressed, the toddler wiggled from your grasp, quickly waddling over to the far end of the table. She tugged on Sylvain’s pants leg, drawing his attention to his precious kitten. 

“Papa…” Sylvain scooped her up without hesitation, especially when he saw the tears bubbling over. 

“What is it, sweetheart?”

“Sorry.” She mumbled, burying her face in his chest with pudgy little fingers gripping his vest tightly. You were both positive she couldn’t have gotten cuter.

“Aww, don’t cry! It’s okay! Papa forgives you, okay? I forgive you. The others, though...they’re still in trouble. But not you.” He snuggled her close, peppering those chubby, rosy cheeks with plenty of kisses.

“What do you mean, we’re in trouble?!”

“You haven’t apologized to me for threatening me with forks and knives! So as far as I’m concerned there won’t be any dessert for any of you.” “What?!”

“Mama, help!!”

“Maybe we should apologize for hurting his feelings.” You suggested with a hint of amusement, “We do have some shortcake for dessert, after all.”

They gasped.

“Shortcake?!”

“Cake!!”

“We’re sorry, Papa!! We know you’re not an evil demon monster who wants to kill Mama!”

“Yeah! We just wanted to protect her in case you were! We love you lots and lots!”

“Not as much as shortcake, though.”

“That’s fair.” Sylvain laughed, the other three children barreling up to him and smushing him into apologetic hugs.

Despite the mess they’d accidentally made, Sylvain was still happy that his children were so protective of their mother. It was pretty clear where they’d gotten it from, seeing how defensive he’d been of you in his time before the children.

All the concern was forgotten and erased with strawberry shortcake, as all concerns should be.

#sylvain #byleth #fe 16 #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #syleth #sylvain x byleth #fe fictions #fe-fictions #f!byleth #fem!byleth #f!mu #family fluff #this was such a cute story to write #so glad it's back lol

[wilberia]

Happy Lunar New Year! 🐇🐰

Illustrations for @SRSR_54 and @tachiloltachi

#fanart #fe3h #sylvain x ingrid #byleth

[icyplumpirate]

Sylvain and Byleth just chilling.

Silvain is actually my personal favourite fe3h character. I think he's even my favourite overall. What do you guys think about him? Who is your fav? I'm curious.

> Sharing is much appreciated!🩵

Don't repost/edit/use without my permission!

#art #digital art #my art #digital drawing #artwork #illustration #my artwork #drawing #fire emblem #fe3h #sylvain fe3h #digital fanart #sylvain fanart #fe3h fanart #sylvain fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #sylvain x byleth #fe3h sylvain #sylvain gautier #sylvain jose gautier #byleth eisner #byleth #female byleth #artists on tumblr #byleth fire emblem #fire emblem three hopes #fe3h fan art #blue lions #fe3h blue lions #fe3h byleth

[sotiredmostnights]

since it's lon'qu's birthday, i want to share something i found by complete chance when i visited japan a few months ago: a lon'qu x maribelle doujinshi

the plot seems to be that maribelle asks tharja to cure lon'qu's lady problem

tharja succeeds, but a little too well -- he's now a total lady's man:

anyway the best part of this doujin is lon'qu being a bit bloodied up imo

the pixiv id is 3871980 🥰 this was definitely my favorite doujin i found during my trip

#fire emblem #lon'qu #not my art #you guys won't believe how ecstatic i was to find this #especially amongst all the dimileth...there was. so much dimileth... #overall fe3h had the most doujin out of the stores i visited #i did get lucky and find an excellent sylvain x byleth doujin too though!

[quitekingly]

Becoming Jane but make it Sylveth!!

#sylveth #sylvain #sylvain jose gautier #byleth #byleth eisner #sylvain x byleth #regency #regency au #becoming jane #screen cap redraw #art wip #sketch #sketches #digital art #digital sketch #procreate #procreate sketch #fire emblem #Fe #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem fanart #fanart

[asperrusual]

3H x Tumblr

#3h textpost memes #3h x tumblr #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem three hopes #fe:3h #few:3h #edelgard von hresvelg #rhea #byleth eisner #gatekeeper #mercedes von martritz #leonie pinelli #bernadetta von varley #sylvain jose gautier #ingrid brandl galatea #hilda valentine goneril #dorothea arnault #claude von riegan #jeritza von hrym #yuri leclerc #ashe ubert #jeralt reus eisner

[radient-emblem]

now i'm happy with it^^

#dimileth #byleth x dimitri #blue lions #felix hugo fraldarius #fire emblem blue lions #dimitri blaiddyd #byleth eisner #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem dimitri #sylvain gautier

[allcaplock]

Collection of memes I made on my phone

#Sylvain Jose Gautier #felix hugo fraldarius #Sylvix #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #ingrid galatea #Yuri FE3H #Hubert Von Vestra #edelgard von hresvelg #Edelbert #dorothea arnault #fe hilda #Byleth Eisner #F!Byleth #fe Leonie #Sylbert #Sylvain x Dorothea #Sylvain x Hilda #YuriVain #Sylvain x Edelgard #Syleth #fe3h

[fiction-box]

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

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

I hope this is what you were looking for!

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

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

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

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

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

“Would you mind if I opened it now?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eternity

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She’s right.

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

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

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

You noticed he didn’t even have a notebook.

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

~~~~~~

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

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

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

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

That’s enough for today.

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

Not right now.

“…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tell her all about your professor.

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

Hush. Do not ask questions. Only listen.

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was surprising. Did you not remember your encounter?

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

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

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

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

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

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

There were a few murmurs at this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sylvain leaned forward, “What about me?”

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

~~~~~~

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

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

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

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

~~~~~~

“Hey, Mercie!” you heard Annette call.

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

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

“What is it, Annie?”

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

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

“Take your time!” you smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You, heading back into the woods tonight.

…back?

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

A reasonable excuse?

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

…very well.

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

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

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

“Really? Thanks so much, Annette!”

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

Liars.

You didn’t want to hate them for it.

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

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

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

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

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

Be not seen. Make haste.

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

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

Why was this so familiar?

Just a little farther…

Greenery, darkness, moonlight, left.

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

Who is she to you? Be honest.

“You-”

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

“Augh-!”

HelpHelpHelpHelpHelpHelpHelp

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

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

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

HelpMeHelpMeHelpMeHelpMeHelpMeHelpMeHelpMe

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

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

“Do it. It’s for her own good.”

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

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

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

HelpMeHelpMeHelpMeHelpMe

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

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

…cold…it was so cold.

“...onastery…”

The sweetened scent haunted you.

~~~~~~

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

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

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

The pollen…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You heard your name from behind you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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