#dorothea arnault x reader

[frickingnerd]

dorothea being torn between you and edelgard

pairing: dorothea arnault x reader

summary: dorothea likes you, but her feelings for edelgard and her alliance with the black eagles make the relationship between you two complicated

dorothea always had a little crush on edelgard, but when she met you, she thought she might've found someone to distract her from her feelings

the more time dorothea spent with you, the more genuine her feelings for you became and the less she thought about edelgard

though just when everything seemed to be going so well between you two, edelgard got between the two of you, with something neither of you could've expected

edelgard declared war and since dorothea, as well as the rest of the black eagles, fought on her side, dorothea suddenly became your enemy

for a few years, neither of you saw each other, as you remained with your house, while dorothea stayed with hers

though it was only a matter of time until you'd meet dorothea again…

the day the two of you reunited a grand battle was happening

you purposefully sought dorothea out, desperate to talk to her! 

it had been years since you last saw each other and you knew things had changed, but you refused to give up on her!

when you spotted her, she was fighting alongside edelgard, the two of them having each others back and being perfectly in sync

dorothea spotted you shortly after, your eyes meeting one another, until she turned towards edelgard again

and suddenly you realized that you couldn't compete with edelgard

perhaps you never really stood a chance against her and dorothea had always liked her more

but you didn't get the chance to ask her, instead retreating to your own team, swearing to yourself that you'd forget about dorothea! 

it would be best for both of you, if you forgot your time together…

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[nabateaprodigy]

it's me again, this time with my request :D

may i request ferdinand von aegir, caspar von berliez and dorothea arnault seeing their crush dancing with someone else on the night of the ball?

hope you're having a great day! <3

Hey! That Dance Is With Me!

Series: Fire Emblem.

Characters: Ferdinand, Caspar, and Dorothea.

Genre: Fluff.

Proofread: Yes.

Reader: Gender Neutral.

The night of the ball was a night that many students in Garreg Mach Monastery had been looking forward to. The night was in full swing and students were enjoying it in various ways. Some were dancing and some were sitting at tables chatting and having drinks.

It was truly a relaxing time for everyone that night they could forget about their studies and have some fun. Three students in particular had been looking forward to this most. They had made sure to look their best and well maybe confess something...

One of those students was looking around the room for you. It was a bit difficult to move around because of the people dancing. But then they saw you and you were dancing with someone else...

Ferdinand

Ferdinand could not believe this! The AUDACITY! This person has and dares to dance with you?

He is Ferdinand Von Aegir! There is no one more deserving to dance with you more than him! I mean after all the both of you are together-

That is what he would like to say but the truth is Ferdinand has had a crush on you for a while now. That night he has planned everything! He made sure he looked his best and at the end of the night would confess to you in the Goddess Tower.

But now his plans have been ruined! Well, the night was still young! He would simply wait for you to finish dancing with this person. After all, as a noble, it would be rude to interrupt the both of you.

Caspar

A ball? That's something Caspar wasn't interested in However if his brother were here then he would attend the ball. Being the second son of his family had never bothered Caspar. After all his older brother would be the next head of the family which left Caspar with far fewer responsibilities to worry over.

He considered not even attending the ball that was until he overheard that you were attending the ball. Change of plans he is now attending!

Although a part of himself now suddenly regrets attending the ball so last minute. Why would that be? Well, Caspar didn't know how to dance...

Damn, be the second son of the family! If he were his brother he would surely know how to dance. But okay don't panic you're here for Y/N after all!

The room was crowded with so many people attending and difficult to move around with even more people dancing. But after some time he found you and wait...you're dancing with someone?!?!

Now wait again! Is that a guy you're dancing with?!? No good guys are trouble! Caspar is the only guy you should be dancing with!

Wait what? Uhm never mind he'd show this guy he could dance with you better! Just watch world because you are about to witness the amazing dance of Caspar and Y/N!

Dorothea

The ever-beautiful Dorothea of course would attend the night of the ball. After all, this would be the perfect chance for her to find a future husband or wife. That is what she would say however Dorothea already had her eyes set on someone.

Many had already asked to dance with Dorothea. But she had turned every one of them down. After all, she had eyes for one person specifically.

That person was you course Dorothea has had feelings for you sometime. A night like tonight would make it all the more romantic to confess her feelings. Especially when she takes to the Goddess Tower ah this would truly be a wonderful night.

Oh? What's this? Dancing with someone else? Oh well doesn't matter after all you would much rather dance with her.

"Hello love how about you dance with me instead?"

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[k1ngdom-of-thieves]

Ok How would Dorothea reacting to having a younger sibling learning medicine from Manula and wanting to become a doctor?

Dorothea + Younger sibling reader becoming Manuela’s apprentice

Dorothea is super supportive of you wanting to work for Manuela! She also came to the officer’s academy to learn from her idol, so she was mostly in the same boat as you.

She helps you study for all of your exams, even letting you try some of your healing magic in her from time to time. Of course, this means you’re probably gonna have to help her on occasion as well.

Dorothea’s gonna be your biggest cheerleader. She always writes to your parents about how amazing you’re doing in your classes.

If you guys aren’t in the same house, she comes to your classroom constantly. It’s gotten to the point where sometimes Manuela forgets that you two are in separate houses.

You two are often put together when Manuela has her tutoring sessions. Although that has more to do with you guys being some of her best students than you being siblings.

Overall, she’s just so happy that you are doing what you wanted to do! You guys having the same mentor is just an added bonus for her.

“You are gonna be perfectly fine, I promise. Just remember I’ll always be cheering you on!”

#fire emblem x reader #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem three hopes #dorothea arnault #fe3h x reader #fe3h dorothea

[sherbet-shark]

Dorothea Arnault x Reader on a road trip and reader has a Polaroid camera to take photos of the trip and Dorothea

Picturesque Beauty

|〘⋇ Genre: Angst/Fluff〙|〘 ⋇ W/C: 4.7k〙|〘 ⋇ Format: Fic 〙|〘 ⋇ Content: 〙 | Discussion of war, Poverty, Spoilers for FE:3H, FEH, Mentions of death |

| A/n: I went with my gut and made this request a romantic pining fic rather than platonic. I’m sorry if that is not what you wished of me ;-; |

|〘 ⋇ Summary: 〙You, the legendary summoner of Askr, the prophesied harbinger of victory, desperately need a break. Being the summoner and head tactician of the Askren army wears on your soul and mind, but war rarely takes vacations. You must be on guard on call every second. Your allies from other worlds wouldn’t take you seriously if you acted so unconcerned, nor would the nobles of Askr. Your deteriorating health causes Prince Alfonse to worry about your well-being. Your lover Dorothea is quick to quell his worries and whisks you away on a short trip. While packing, you bring a small keepsake along for the ride. |

You were a necessity to this army, lead, tactical control, and everything in between. You had to become the pinnacle of neutrality, peace marker, and mediator between factions that were sworn enemies in their worlds.

You had to deal with the misery of other Heroes seeing their loved ones twisted, shattered monsters to work alongside each other. Domestic affairs in the ever-going army aside, you constantly felt like you had to be the best, to be a shoulder to lean on, make their problems yours, and the grimmest option was that you had to make sure none of your Heroes tried to kill each other. Of course, your contract with each Hero included that they could not lay a finger on their ally. Hours of precious sleep meant nothing to you in the early stages of your arrival here. Anxiety swallowed you every waking moment as you slowly felt powerless.

Even still, you stayed late, long after the war meetings ended, reading tactical books and seeking advice from the seasoned army tactics for their input. All of this effort was so that you could prove you're not some poser pretending you understand the gravity of the power you held. No, you knew full well of what you had on your hands after all. You heard their anguished screams when they drew their last breath. Gilded as you were in lavish gold, with pearl white robes that slowly lost their meaning. They served as reminders that you bathed in the blood of your friends and your mistakes.

But after all the battles they’d reanimate. Bloodied and battered bodies twist and contort back to their original forms. You felt sick to your stomach after your first battle, one where you slipped up, and one of your allies fell on the bloody field. Commander Anna quickly rushed to your side as you collapsed in front of their body after the battle to explain. Out of breath, hot tears streaming down your cheeks, your trembling hands tried to stop the bleeding seeping through their ruined clothing.

All of the Heroes could die, but as long as you lived and wielded Breidablik, their wounds would heal, and the lights in their eyes would reignite, but one downside is the Heroes would forget they died.

It sounded great. But it wasn’t. Guilt bubbles every time, waltzing up to you and acting as if nothing happened, saying they’d happily die in your name and to your cause. They didn’t even know they had been killed in the first place, but the close ones knew. Their teammates knew you knew.

After that unit’s death, you ran to your room, locking yourself in your room, wishing, praying to go back home. Some of your closest Heroes told you fresh scars would appear on their bodies. Phantom pains plagued them after their reanimation, but they could never recall the exact moment.

It didn’t take long for certain Heroes to put the pieces together and know they had died, but how and when would be a mystery if they didn’t have anyone on their team willing to disclose that? It made you want to lock yourself in your room and disappear even more when they’d side glance your way, their hesitant tactician giving orders in the heat of battle.

Your army’s glances made the hate in your heart brighter; how dare they expect someone with no prior experience with war and death to become a master tactician holding the lives of so many and leading them? Why are you told to do this, then eaten alive when you slip by whispers of the Askr royal court or the vicious and prideful soldiers? What did you do to make the universe do this? It was so unfair. It was like throwing a fawn into a den of wolves. You never asked for this. Being in charge of an army, fighting for a nation’s war that you had no part in. Hell, you didn’t even know this Zenith existed.

You were summoned with some measly personal items like your phone, the clothes on your back, and your Polaroid camera. You coveted these few items in the security of your room and rarely used them. Even though Zenith was in the medieval era with magic, your advanced items wouldn’t last long if you fiddled with them too much.

Everyone took a while to lower their guard and become comfortable with everything. Alfonse especially, due to his track record of losing someone he deeply cared for, but his sister. Princess Sharena, the easy-going soul, was ever eager to show off the realm of Askr.

It’s seemingly endless bounty and offering her friendship to ease your heavy heart. Even now, after years of staying in Askr and loving the magical realm, its people, the allies you made. Still, you harbor a tiny seed of hate in your heart for being thrust into this grave circumstance. It wasn’t right, but you had enough time to wallow in self-pity in secret. You had lived on the line. The phrase ‘This was war. I can’t afford to mess around’ etched into your soul as you continue onward, keeping yourself at a respectable distance from every hero.

You were kind, cordial, and friendly enough to give them the illusion of truly knowing you, your mind, and your genuine festering emotions. But, because you didn’t let them into your darker emotions didn’t mean you hated them. No, on the contrary.

You loved them. You loved your army very much, hearing Heroes’ woes, trying to find a middle ground between in-fighting, flaunting many stories back home, and wistfully indulging all your Heroes with their questions about your world. You were terrific with keeping up your juggling act that never ended. That shy, nervous person that shrunk into themselves every time they made their orders was no more. In their place, a confident, wise, somewhat jaded version rose from the ashes.

Those years did wonders for your confidence and knowledge as your firm words would boom across the field to your team. Your work no longer needed constant revisions by the other strategists in your meetings, presenting yourself as a professional commander and keeping certain relations strictly work-based, never letting romantic or unprofessional ties get in the way of how you worked your army.

But fate has something against you as that motto changed when a confident flirtatious songstress, a Black Eagles student, appeared before you on the summoning altar. The clouds perfectly outlined her frame with charisma, along with her enchanting voice ringing out from the heavy clouds asking where she was and, more importantly, who you were. On instinct, you softly breeze through your introduction of Askr, their summoning, and yourself.

Through your explanation, her vibrant green eyes narrowed as she folded her arms, clearly still on edge about her newfound situation. Skeptical Heroes weren’t uncommon or wished to return home even after you told them of the Askren war. However, the latter is a rare occurrence since more than most would jump headfirst into your cause due to how good and pure-hearted they are.

Dorothea hums deeply in thought, her eyes watching your figure and hooded face. Lips curl into a slight smirk as Dorothea firmly tells you. —With her feet still planted on the ground below her, unwilling to move an inch towards this stranger clad in white and gold, their face obscured from her sight. With the setting sun, only the occasional wind whistle sounded in ruins.

“Let me see your face; I'm not necessarily eager to trust someone that won’t allow me to see them. Much less put my life in the hands of a stranger that makes such outrageous demands.” Dorothea plainly stated as she propped a well-manicured hand under her chin, chocolate brown locks framing her soft face as she calmly regarded you.

The great summoner jolted. You never had a Hero tell you so bluntly upon meeting they’d like to see your face, something about the newness and foreign feeling of having something brand new occur during your Summoning made your heart quicken. Typically, they’d agree after your long-winded description. Determination always filled their eyes as you guided them to the castle.

After a pause in consideration, you weighed your options as you sneakily glanced at her face seeing if she’d back out of her plea once she saw you pause. Dorothea didn’t relent as confident as ever, her eyes quizzically watching your every move. ‘There’s no winning with her, so I guess I’ll give her a peek.’ You thought to yourself.

“Only for a brief moment, but please, if you need more time, allow us to be a temporary shelter so you can make a well-informed decision. The sun is starting to set, and if it would help, I have some members who talked about you or might know you well.” Your gloved hands reach for your white hood, allowing her a fleeting peek at the curves of your face and the faint color of your eyes. It surprised her to see that you had a pleasant look. You saw her visibly relax slightly. Her furrowed brow increased as her shoulders sloped in a relaxed manner.

“So, that voice isn’t the only thing appealing about you, hm,” Melodic short laughter leaves her lips as the smile on her face gleams more genuinely. Golden flecks accentuate the green mystique of a forbidden forest begging to be explored, wonders awaiting beyond anyone’s reach in her eyes.

“I’ve decided to consider your request, but who are these people you’re talking about?” Dorothea pondered aloud. She looked curious about who you were talking about but still on guard. Nonetheless, as you guided her to Askr castle, Dorothea curiously asked questions about her friends, the atmosphere of the area, and the social status of every person.

You softly answered her questions. Despite how wary she was of you, Dorothea was pleasant to speak with freely and thoughtfully. Still flirtatious, you rolled your eyes. Professionalism is etched into each movement you mentioned Lady Edelgard, Huebert, Petra, Professor Byleth, and Bernadette, to name a few. After guiding the songstress to Askr Castle, some of her peers came into view. The petite silhouette beside a taller figure turned as they walked toward you and the newcomer.

It was Edelgard and her ever faithful servant Hubert. The figureheads puffed out their chests, pride beaming on their faces as the brunette rushed to her friend. Sweet nicknames roll off her tongue as she hugs the more petite young woman. The older man sharply inhaled as he saw her hug the Imperial Princess. You were glad her Black Eagles welcomed her back into their arms even if certain people weren’t in her timeline.

It had been a few days of your grace period, and Dorothea came to you in the morning, knocking on your ebony door and entering your cluttered room, telling you she wanted to stay in Askr. She was pretty honest as the Black Eagles student explained that it was nice here, but after everything was over, she’d leave and return to Fódlen.

You obliged her wishes and retrieved your holy weapon from its hip holster, and created a contract with the Hero. A magical white circle with ancient words encased you and her as you held your gloved hand, grasping hers. A thick foreboding mist rises from the glowing forgotten words, and a bright light appears between the Hero and the Divine weapon. ‘As long as you hold Breidablik, they will survive.’ You silently repeat to yourself as the contract is completed.

“By this contract, you now are sworn to help Askr’s cause until the war is over. I swear I will return you home.”

Months after your Contract with Dorothea, your bond as Summoner and Hero became more profound as you helped her train, gain experience and understand those in the army. Knowing her personality, the young woman had no problems making friends and letting certain elitist nobles be quiet.

You saw how much she disdained nobles with questionable reasonings or straight classists. Those were in for a tongue lashing of their life, eloquent words but as cold as ice and sharp as daggers. Of course, those remarks weren't met with silence. Fights still happen within the security of Askr walls.

Berkut and Fernand, for example, caused an uproar, outraged that a salacious commoner told the two nobles to shut up when they complained about the number of commoners in the army and how some forgot their stations in comparison to royals. The utter gall to speak to them as if they weren’t of noble birth made them fume. The nobles threw insults after insult until Edelgard and Alm intervened on your behalf.

One insult stung Dorothea’s heart the most, “It’s a shame such beauty is a waste on a commoner like yourself. No matter, that beauty will fade, only leaving a destitute hag. You’d ought to deceive another naive noble before that time runs dry.” You had to talk to the young woman and try to speak with the prideful men of Valentia to convince them to try not to rip each other’s throats out every time they’d be in the same area.

Countless moons pass as you find yourself utterly enamored with Dorothea. You felt a bond to every Hero you summoned, yet, the bond you felt between her was different; it was hard to describe but did it need words? Dorothea sought you out, teasing you with sweet words and winks.

You never mined how she acted with you or others in the army. She was beautiful, and it wasn’t hard to see longing glances toward her, but you made sure your glimpses weren’t ever more than a superior looking out for their members. Some days, you cursed how your status made it hard for you to have any close relations.

If word came out that you had a lover, they’d have an even bigger target on their back. They wouldn’t be a regular soldier now but a person of interest. You’d be accused of favoritism and disrupting the chain of command, so many things piled against your happiness.

To you, it seemed like the stars had written you were fated to be alone. But the brunette had a habit of knowing where you’d hide out and help continue your work, or dragging you outside to the market, making you loosen up. You dare say you’d consider each other close confidantes.

The day Dorothea was set to confess to you, she was nervous, the famous Mittlefrank Opera Singer. Nervous? Ha! Something like that sounded so laughable, she was showered with bouquets and countless compliments by many who wished for her to be theirs, yet they never captured her heart as she did to their hearts.

But in a way, it was nice to be constantly fawned over before her Academy days by men and women of wealth and power. Influential people begged for a sliver of her time or even wed her anything to keep her beauty to themselves.

But alas, that only lasted long. Every lustrous whisper and gift would fall flat. Because none of them genuinely knew, only when she was dolled up and given makeup, thrust upon a grand stage for nobility to ogle and coo over, did anyone turn their heads and give her attention. Dorothea knew all of the treasures that were gifted to her would disappear in an instant. The goddess had a cruel way with fate. The former Opera singer concluded as she recalls sitting in front of her vanity and peering into her mirror.

The voice she was praised for would change. The soft and melodic tune would turn raspy and scratchy. Her soft, beautiful face would downturn with wrinkles, brown curls fading into sparse white hair. The gifts would become a fleeting memory of the past, even the most vibrant flower wilts in due time; the bees and butterflies ignore the dying flora in favor of something new, an irresistible scent, eye-catching colors.

But that only made Dorothea know her goal: find someone that would carry her away from all of the world’s troubles, and lavish her with riches. She didn’t care if they truly loved her or if she loved them. As long was away from the slums her life would be fine, anywhere but there.

That didn’t make her forget her origins no matter how hard she tried to hide that fact. Her heart yearned to help the poor in the slums that didn’t have anyone to support them. Her desire to help wasn’t limited to Fódlen as you soon found out during one of your outings with her in the town. She’d purposely get out of your line of sight, go into alleyways and drop pieces of bread to the dirty hunched over figures leaning on the walls away from the public.

She often hid her past from you when you were still acquaintances, out of shame or defense was anyone’s guess, but you understood her reservations. There are times when you worry for your Hero. You kept up with her pace and overlooked what she was doing, gifting hungry children with food.

Though there were times Dorothea wouldn’t retreat into the dark crevices but settle for sweet smiles and waves to those that met her gaze. “Genuine acknowledgment when you’re on the streets is rare, Summoner. I can’t fix everyone’s problems, and they probably won’t accept it without thinking of ulterior motives. So a smile and wave are all I can do, and I will happily do so.”

The opera singer whispered to you one day after your many town outings. The way her eyes held an unspeakable sorrow made you all the more curious about the young Hero you summoned but also opened your eyes.

You’ve been focused on being the summoner and caretaker for your army. There were times you forgot who you were fighting for and that there were more outside of the military you took care of. After that, she noticed that you’d start to pay more attention to the citizenry of Askr, both noble and common. It made her seek you out and have tea with you, a sweet temporary escape with an interesting young woman.

Dorothea, after months of hopeless pining after you, had enough of trying to hide what she felt for you and was pretty sure you liked her too. Showering each other with compliments, Dorothea being protective over you on the battlefield, teasing remarks, confrontations over severe issues like her hate and coldness toward naive nobles. Precious, vulnerable moments are shared in small comforts of each other's presence but never enough to let her know everything that runs through your mind.

She always wondered what else was on your mind and if you were too skeptical about letting her see all of you, but the songstress wanted someone to talk to. After all, she wasn't that forthcoming about her background to you, so she’d always be patient with you, content with being trusted so much to hear your concern but that tiny seed of curiosity piqued in her mind.

You were often told by others that you were so close with each other, your auras seemingly bouncing off each other, it felt so alive and fun being around her and you loved that but you were too scared to ruin whatever you had with her after months of cultivating a strong healthy relationship with her.

The former opera singer grew tired of this unspoken item you had with her and took things in her own hands, first by spending your regular tea time with her, then oddly being adamant that work could wait for a day, spoiling you to the best of her ability with certain Black Eagles students being near too. But soon, the fun day turned into night, as she took you by your hands and led you to a romantic midnight garden walk and told you that she felt differently about you.

If it was love or a side effect of the Contracts, she didn’t care. The bright moonlight shone down upon you. She was so close you could see the golden fleck in her eyes beam with life, her soft hands clasped together in nervous union.

Pausing, caught in a hurricane of emotions, you opened your mouth to return your affections shyly. You quickly explained the inner turmoil plaguing you, looking down in shame, engulfing the white hood hiding your face.

Dorothea softly cooed to her summoner. She never knew that you had so many things under that calm facade. She always wondered but never pressed too far, but now looking at you now so vulnerable and so close to breaking down, Dorethea pondered if her inactivity was the right thing to do something else crept up in the corner of her mind. While the flirtatious woman wanted you to feel safe and love her, yet could someone like her do that? She was a dirty commoner thrown aside by her father because she didn’t have a Crest, ignored for all her young life. After all, she was lowly rabble.

Hunger and survival still were old friends, the only faithful companions she knew during her childhood. Because of this, she knew she had to claw her way to find security and food. That day in the darkened alleyway, when Manuela found the dirtied girl, that dream of having a full belly and a warm bed came closer and closer to reality, finding a wealthy person to live with and then rest of her days in luxury away from the slums, away from the girl she used to be.

The songstress doubted she’d be able even to give you what you needed, a home, a place of rest away from the War. Security, luxury, all the things you deserved, but she didn’t have. All the woman knew was the cold slap of reality and her ambitions, what she didn’t have, but the brunette took a slow concise breath. Her mind was set.

“To think someone like me would be able to share such happiness with you. I may not know what the future has in store, but I do know that I want to walk down this path with you, and maybe once we’re done in Askr. You’d join me back to Fódlan? But for the time being, I’ll spoil you rotten. In time, I’m sure we can both be together, not afraid of what might happen.”

It didn’t take long for her to enact her plans to make sure you’d stop stressing so much. After long days slaving away at your desk, Dorothea would drag you to the hot springs to unwind or to a secret picnic. For some time, the army was oblivious to your relationship, but as the months passed, the wise units kept your hidden love. They cared for their summoner and wanted you to be happy and safe. So what was one more secret to add to the list?

After a lull in the sea of battles, you decided to tell only your trusted friends that Dorothea and yourself were courting. With their permission, she would have her most fun trip with you, but you took longer than you told her to prepare to pack. The cabin wasn’t too far from the Castle, so your Heroes could send their fastest messenger if need be but far away for her to have you by herself.

“Oooh~ my sweet darling. It’s time for our little rendezvous.” Dorothea’s teasing, warm voice permits from the other side of your bedroom door. It was like you could see her now. Innocently calling your name through the door, soft hands cupping each other’s as the Hero’s emerald eyes shone with a mission, yet still, there was a glimmer of concern for her love.

“Hi, Thea! I’m sorry I took so long to pack. I wanted to ensure everything was in order before I went on a ‘scouting’ mission with my trusted partner.” Playfully rolling your eyes at the reason, you told the other associates with a cheeky smile painting your face as your girlfriend brings down your hood to revel in your loveliness.

She chuckles at your glee and a light-hearted sigh at the excuse, Arnault wishes your relationship wasn't a secret from everyone, but the ones she cared for, like the ones in her house, knew full well and supported you.

“Let's go away for a while, my summoner.” Honey-covered words fell from the songstress’ lips as she took your arm and pressed it close to her chest, locking your arm in hers. ‘God, everything she says can bring a person to their knees. I’m so in love with you, I swear.’

“Yes, let’s.” Eagerness fills your body with renewed energy. You felt like a hyper child that walked into a candy store. Every trip Dorothea came up with always made you love her even more. The two walk to the horse stables as you remember how you’d bathe her in your surprises.

Of course, she would often find herself on the end of being spoiled. It became a competition between you and showered with coveted kisses and longing looks in passing.

You softly patted the bag on your side, hoisting it to the horse's side. You help Dorothea on the brown-coated horse once you are seated, her hands lacing her fingers entrapping your waist and her chin finding its place on your shoulder. Brown, soft curls tickle your cheeks as she teasingly blows a puff of air next to your ear, making you shiver.

A giggle erupts from you as the woman behind you teases your seemingly ticklish self. If only she knew that laugh meant you had something up your sleeve. You’d take pictures of the beauty beside you and the scenery around you, keeping this memory and teaching your girlfriend more about your world.

She knew what a Polaroid camera was, and you showed her the colored film of you smiling. This foreign object perturbed the magic-wielding student, and as you explained to her what this flashing item was, she became enthralled with the 21st-century machine.

Finally, make your way to the cabin. You gently pull on the reins slowing down your stead. You eye the bag and feel the woman’s hands sit on your hips, ready to get to the ground. The humble wooden cabin stands alone. You are getting off of the saddle, holding out your hand to help Thea down the dirt road.

Kissing your cheek, the woman wanders around the area. The sun was still high in the sky; flowers decorated the green grass below as peaceful songbirds sang their tune, hiding in the canopy of the trees.

Fishing out your Polaroid camera, a devilish smile widens as the retro color and the rectangular shape out of the bag. It was full of the new film, and you ensured it worked the day before you left on your two-day trip.

Sneaking behind, you found your unsuspecting target. Dorothea’s back towards you as she sits in a bed of field flowers. It was so picturesque; you thought to yourself, then sweetly calling to the songstress’ attention. She turns halfway, brown curls swaying gently, her hands full of colorful flowers as her lips curled peacefully. You press the button, and a white flash spreads across her serene face.

“Hey! A little rude, wouldn’t you think?” Dorothea scowls at your figure as she rises from the flower field.

“I’m so sorry; you looked so pretty I couldn’t resist. You can take me by surprise next time, I swear!” You walk towards Dorothea, still understandably scowling and mad at you, kneeling to the woman.

The adrenaline rush comes down as your smile quickly fades. Her beautiful eyes still narrowed; she cracked a Cheshire smile and playfully remarked, “That wasn't nice, Darling. But if you insist, fine by me, and for that, I think I’ll take two pictures of you as my revenge,” The sickly sweet woman inched her face towards yours, and you felt your cheeks heat, stunned into silence.

The young woman continues to inch closer toward you. You could feel her breath on your cheeks; you forgot you even held your breath as your eyes flicked from her lips to her forest green eyes. Then a well-manicured finger bops your nose as another teasing smile spreads from cheek to cheek.

“I’m not the only beauty here, my love.”

Tagging: @luvielle, @emotionaldepravity thanks for being my 2nd eyes and giving edits- @aspergerhero

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[cherry-flavoured-thot]

Dorothea with a f!summoner with a praise kink please?

i am in love with her your honour

The first time Dorothea calls you a good girl, she's joking around. "Aren't you a good girl Summoner." It was in regards to how much work you'd been doing for The Order of Heroes as of late. The phrase still makes your face feel hot, and knees slightly weak. You just hoped she didn't notice. She absolutely did.

The next time she uses it, is when you're both wandering the halls late. You've got a collection of documents in hand from varying sources, and her eyes zone in on them immediately. "Working too hard again I see." You try to explain that you just had a few things to prepare for a meeting tomorrow and then you were heading to bed. When you notice how there's a mischievous glint in her eyes. "No wonder that prince is so happy to have you, a good girl dedicated to his cause." She's saying it like that on purpose, you know it. But it doesn't stop you reacting similarly to the first time. "Try not to overwork yourself, alright? There's a lot of people who'd be upset if something happened to you." You're babbling a mindless response as she continues down the hall out of sight.

When she uses it again. She's got you all to herself. “Just relax, let someone else take care of you.” She cooed, curling her fingers underneath your robes to peel them away and anything else in her path, goading you to spread your legs apart, slipping her hand between your thighs. 

“Good girl,” she praises, need pulsing throughout your body from the words. A small whimper escaping you as her fingers tease outside of your entrance, only to gasp when she finally sliding them inside. “Poor Summoner, always working so hard. It’s a thankless job isn’t it?” She’s slowly starting to move the digits with each word. “Poor thing, don’t worry I’ll reward you for all your efforts.” Her praises continue with each thrust of fingers, occasionally angling the digits just to hear you cry out. 

And when you’re about to cum, hips rocking against her hand. She’s purposefully calls you a good girl again just to send you over the edge. 

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[claudemblems]

Dorothea x Male!Reader | First Date Fright

@aspergerhero requested a scenario of Dorothea x Male!Reader going to a haunted house, so I am here to deliver <3 I hope you enjoy this little imagine. If you want me to rewrite it, don't hesitate to let me know

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Garreg Mach didn’t often have events outside of those reserved for the church (Archbishop Rhea didn’t particularly care for secular activities of any kind), but since the students had been doing so well in their studies, she and Seteth figured a proper reward was in order. With all the recent rumors about ghosts flooding around the monastery after the appearance of the Death Knight, the students had convinced the Archbishop to turn the monastery into a “haunted church” (Seteth wasn’t too fond of the idea, though…).

You’d never been much of a thrill seeker, finding the whispers of paranormal activity to be ridiculous at best. However, people didn’t go to haunted houses alone. They went with family, with friends, or with lovers.

You didn’t have a lover yet, but when Dorothea had asked you to accompany her through the “haunted hallways,”  that was simply an offer you couldn’t refuse.

Your knees were trembling with anticipation as Dorothea walked alongside you, hands wrapped gingerly around your arm. You had conjured up dozens of romantic scenarios in your mind: Dorothea clutching tight onto you when she got frightened, hugging you from behind as she ushered you to brave the terror first, hand holding onto yours as the two of you ran for the exit, riddled with fear. There was so much potential to be had tonight. You just hoped you wouldn’t screw it all up. 

“I’m surprised we managed to convince Seteth to allow us to set all of this up,” Dorothea said as the two of you entered into the first of the haunted hallways. “He’s usually so uptight. ‘Your studies and duties to the Church are the only things that matter.’ I understand where he’s coming from, but really. My beauty and voice won’t last forever! I need as many chances to meet all the potential suitors that I can get.”

“I don’t think there’s any changing Seteth, but I suppose it’s just a part of the job. He reports to the Archbishop, after all.” You briefly turned to meet Dorothea’s eyes, giving her a reassuring smile. “You don’t have to worry about getting older, Dorothea. You have a kind of beauty that never fades.”

The realization of what you said didn’t kick in until you spotted the blush dusting Dorothea’s cheeks which caused your own face to burn red. “I—! Um…I just meant that…you don’t gain anything by worrying…y-you’re fine as you are…” You slapped your hand against your forehead, cursing at your awkwardness. Maybe I should have stayed home…

Dorothea giggled at you as she gently removed the hand shielding your face. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It was a lovely compliment. Thank you.”

“S-Sure. Anytime.”

The farther you two ventured into the haunted hallway, the darker it became, dimly lit by low-burning sconces (probably a product of magic). You felt your chest tighten, but you steadied yourself. You weren’t about to let yourself get scared by a haunted house created by some random students. It couldn’t possibly be that frightening.

Dorothea appeared to be her usual easy-going self, but even you noticed how she seemed to shrink in the growing darkness. She’d never admit it, of course. She was always thinking of her reputation among the monastery’s eligible bachelors. And though she was brave and fierce on the battlefield, you caught a brief glance at the girl underneath—vulnerable and unsure, just like everyone else.

“Did they really have to make it so dark?” she sighed. “I know they’re going for the whole spook factor, but I can’t even see where I’m stepping. I’d prefer not to trip on my dress and fall flat on my face in front of a boy.”

“I guess they didn’t think about safety during the planning process.”

“Of course not. Leave it to the students to think with their mouths before their brains.”

You responded with a laugh, glad that the mood seemed to be getting lighter. You were right. There was nothing to be scared of. A group of kids couldn’t create something so horrifying—

“AHH!!!”

You nearly tripped over yourself at the sound of Dorothea’s scream. She gripped your arm until her knuckles turned white, her chest heaving as she stared down at the ground in front of her.

“Dorothea, what’s wrong?!”

“A…a body…there’s a body in front of me.”

“A body…?” You assumed the creepy atmosphere was just getting to her, but as you took another step forward, you spotted the silhouette of a hand, covered in blood. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end as you pulled Dorothea closer to your side, taking in a nervous breath. 

“We have to be seeing things,” you reasoned. “Maybe someone’s using some kind of magical illusion.”

“But it’s a human hand…covered in blood! Someone’s just laying there! What if…?”

You didn’t want to think about what it might mean.

“Like I said, it’s probably just—” Then the body jumped up out of the darkness and you and Dorothea screamed. In an instant, you took Dorothea by the waist and ushered her behind you. Your hand hovered over your sword sheath, ready to strike at a moment’s notice. As the body walked closer and closer, you began to slowly pull out your weapon. Just wait for the right moment…wait…

Now!

You pulled your sword from your sheath and swung it in front of you, waiting for your finishing blow or a strike back. But instead of being met with retaliation, you were met with a girlish scream.

“What the heck, man?!”

The silhouette strolled into the candlelight to reveal Sylvain, covered in fake blood and tattered clothes. “Do you usually walk around haunted houses trying to fight with ghosts?”

You and Dorothea sighed in unison, and you promptly re-sheathed your sword. “It’s just you.”

“Yeah, ‘just me’ who you nearly killed!”

“I think most people would try to defend themselves against a dead person who suddenly regained life.”

“It’s a haunted house. Ugh, Seteth’s not gonna let us do this again if people are bringing weapons along.”

“I always have my sword on hand. It’s good to be prepared.”

“It’s also good not to be a total moron,” Dorothea chimed in, walking up and flicking Sylvain’s forehead. “Good thing my date has more common sense than you.”

“Dorothea…” Wait…date?

Without speaking another word, Dorothea grabbed your hand and began pulling you along the rest of the haunted hallway, eager to get away from Sylvain. 

The two of you continued your trek, hoping not to come across any more fake bodies. You knew haunted houses were supposed to have a fear factor, but you couldn’t stomach dead things. You’d just been expecting jumpscares or bats. Not Sylvain who was way too into his acting.

“I’m sorry about him,” Dorothea said, breaking the silence. “He’s always been like that.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you answered, a relieved smile on your face. “I’m just glad we weren’t in any danger.”

“I should be thanking you. You were ready to protect me at the smallest sign of danger. Most of the dates I’ve had would have run away screaming and left me to fend for myself. So, thank you.”

“Thanks really isn’t necessary,” you whispered, heat rising to your cheeks. Though you were still reeling from your encounter with an undead Sylvain, all you could focus on was the feeling of Dorothea’s hand in yours. Hers was so small and delicate compared to yours, her grip gentle but firm. She hadn’t let go of it yet despite the fact that you’d finally caught up with her pace.

“I know we’ve only known each other for a short time, and I doubt I’ve given off a good first impression with my reaction back there, but I like you.” Dorothea turned to meet your gaze, her eyes crinkling as she smiled. “You’re a good person. I hope you’d be willing to go out with me again. Maybe just not to a haunted house.”

This time you laughed, shaking your head but smiling all the while. “Yeah…maybe wasn’t the best idea for a first date.”

“It’s a good thing you’re cute. I’m willing to give you another chance.”

Your heart skipped a beat in your chest as you walked through the rest of the haunted hallway, Dorothea’s hand still clasped within your own.

Maybe the haunted house wasn’t so bad after all…

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[mt-musings]

Inherit the Night - 16

Hubert glanced over to where the little Abyssian girl sat in the back of the classroom, hunched over half a dozen books and pages of scrawled equations. She’d remained in the same place since the professor had dismissed them for the day several hours earlier. 

She looked up as he leaned over her shoulder, a smudge of ink across her cheek. 

“Hubert? Do you need me to move? I can go to the library—“

“No, I simply wanted to see what you’ve been working on so diligently.”

“Oh,” she said, ducking her face to hide her flush. “Nothing really.”

“It seems you are struggling with your calculations.”

She flushed a deep crimson, dropping her gaze back to her papers. “It’s fine. I just have to tell the professor magic’s not really for me.”

“What exactly is it that you’re struggling with?”

“What?”

“What are you struggling with? Perhaps I might be able to explain it in a different way.”

She stared at him for a moment, brows furrowed. “Hubert, I couldn’t—“

“I’m not going to ask you again.”

She stared at him, wide-eyed. It was the first time he’d seen her look even a little bit frightened. 

“I don’t—I don’t know how to do math with letters in it.”

“These are quite simple—“

“I don’t—I’m just going to tell the Professor I can’t do it. I’m better at swinging a sword anyway.” She started closing all her books, shuffling her papers into her bag. Her face was beet red, her shoulders curved in on themselves as if she wanted to disappear. 

“Wait,” he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I—I could help. With the basics. You seemed to have some affinity for casting during training the other day. It would be a shame to see such talent wasted when it could benefit Lady Edelgard.”

“It’s okay Hubert, really. I have kitchen duty, I’ll see you around,” she said, flashing him a smile before shoving the whole lot of papers into her desk and scurrying out the door. He waited just long enough to be sure that she wouldn’t turn around and circle back before pulling the papers out she’d so hastily stowed away.

There were pages of scribbled out diagrams and equations, all written in a cramped scrawl that was, at times, hard to decipher. There were notes from class too, carefully copied from the board, though the notes she’d taken from lecture were riddled with spelling errors and scribbled out portions. 

“Why are you going through Cecily’s desk, Hubie?” 

He started at the sound of Dorothea so close next to him and turned to glare at her. She just ignored him.

“If you needed to borrow notes you could have just asked.”

“I—she was struggling with some basic equations and I wanted to see where she was going wrong.”

“Why didn’t you just ask her?”

“I offered my help, but she said she was just going to drop her studies and I couldn’t allow that.”

Dorothea cocked her head to the side. “Oh?”

“She has talent. Even if academically she’s a bit…behind.”

“She told you, then?”

“What do you mean?”

“She’s never been to school before. Yuri only taught her how to read and write a few years ago.”

Hubert turned back to the pages, brows furrowed as he re-examined the pages. It was clear to him then that the spelling errors were phonetic, that she wrote the notes out as they sounded during class. He noted the careful, yet clumsy formation of the letters. At the way the notes copied from the board mimicked the professor’s slanting script. At the pages of scribbled out equations.

He had been perhaps three when his father had started him in lessons with a retinue of tutors. By the time he was seven he could read and write better than most twelve-year-olds. By ten he was learning advanced spell craft. 

He’d never much thought about the education of commoners. He had supposed they all learned how to read and write, for it was such a fundamental skill, just like arithmetic.

“Don’t be hard on her, Hubie. She’s trying hard enough already.”

“My intention is not to chide her for errors. As I said, I wished to offer my assistance.”

“That’s sweet, but I don’t know if she’ll take it. You know how she likes to keep to herself.”

“I am aware.”

“Just—perhaps it would be better to just let her be, Hubert.”

Hubert didn’t respond, instead returning the papers to their former place. He didn’t know why he cared in the first place.

~~~

Claude looked up at the slight knock on the door, brows furrowing as he recognized one of Cecily’s runners. She rarely entrusted her missives to the Alliance to anyone else, though she’d been sure to introduce him to any that she trusted enough to make the journey in her stead. It was just another one of her safeguards, one he might have made fun of her for during their time at the Academy, called her paranoid. Now he couldn’t express how much he appreciated such paranoia.

The girl who strode into his study was slight, with short-cropped black hair and deep, blue eyes. Cecily had sent her twice before, more than any of the other five runners she’d made him memorize. 

“Lord Riegan,”

“Lark.”

She dug through the lining of her jacket and produced a wrinkled, carefully sealed slip of parchment. He took it without any further preamble. 

It was all another layer of precautions, after all. 

“There should be a hot meal down in the kitchens and I’ll see that you’ve got more than enough supplies to make it back. Does she expect a reply?”

“I dunno, I wasn’t given it directly.”

Claude just nodded, doing his best not to betray his apprehension at her answer. He waited until she’d retreated and the door had swung shut once more before turning back to the letter. 

It was closed with her usual seal, one he knew to be disguised as a thick silver ear cuff that she rolled across the wax to make the distinct band of foxglove.

He broke the seal, unfolding the missive with apprehension. It was already a poor sign that she hadn’t come herself—injury hadn’t stopped her in the past, nor bad weather or skirmishes. It usually denoted some sort of upheaval in her little underworld operation—rival spies attempting infiltration, a cocky upstart hoping to seize the ring for his own.

It never went well for them.

Her handwriting was harried and messier then usual. She’d never had a neat hand, never quite mastering cursive or print, instead adopting a random amalgamation of the two. Combined with the intricacy of the code she sent everything in—it was practically illegible to anyone who didn’t have a very clear idea of what they were looking at. 

It took him longer than usual to translate, due in part to several portions where the ink had been smeared over in her haste. 

Plan went south, MB captured. HV insisted on trade. Ironclad, the bastard. MB will explain everything. Won’t be able to return to Derdriu for the foreseeable future. Couldn’t be helped. Will send word when I have trustworthy eyes and ears in place, could be a while. 

I am safe, do not intervene. Do not respond until route secured, will confirm in next missive. Watch your back, play neutral as long as you can. 

I’m sorry, I didn’t have a choice. Given one, it would have been you. 

C

PS, tell Lorenz he owes me money and I told him so. X

He stared down at the letter for a long time. He felt like he’d been kicked in the stomach. He’d expected an outline of troop movement through Varley territory, perhaps an update on the skirmishes at the edge of the Tailtean Plains and the newly formed Fhaerghus Dukedom.

It had to be bad if Hubert had been the one managing the trade. 

The last line bothered him for some reason. It wasn’t the first time she’d included a message for another of the Alliance elite, though usually it was for Lorenz’s father, with whom she got on with surprisingly well, or Hilda and by extension Holst, whom she’d sometimes send messages from Balthus. It was nearly always something extremely important, like troop movements or supply shortages that effected their territories. Never simply a quick ‘I told you so’ or a joke. Especially to Lorenz.

It had to hold a double meaning.

He stood, venturing to track him down and find out exactly what it could mean. She was always precise with her words, more so since the war—whereas Yuri could spin marvelous tales, could pull out a story for every occasion, Cecily could tell you one thing while her words said the complete opposite if you hadn’t the context to piece it together.

Perhaps that was why her and that elder Gloucester got along so well. He’d always had the suspicion it was merely to irritate him personally. 

He spotted Lorenz in the parlor, nursing a cup of tea as he went over a stack of reports. 

“Lorenz?”

“Yes? Ah, Claude, how are you doing this evening?”

“Why do you owe Cecily money?”

“I don’t—oh! That was a jest. We had a friendly wager about how many varieties of roses the Imperial gardens housed. I told her it was well over a hundred. She insisted it was forty-seven, not including hybrids.”

“Ah.”

“Why? Did she say anything else?”

“Nothing I can yet confirm.”

“Well, let me know the next time she arrives, I still have some of that floral tea she prefers set aside. She left before I had a chance to give it to her.”

“I—You got it.”

“Claude?”

“Yes?”

“Are you quite sure you’re alright?”

“I—yeah, of course.”

“Very convincing. My door remains ever open to you if you wish to talk.”

“I appreciate that.”

“Of course.”

He ducked out of the parlor, fighting the bile rising in his throat. 

She was in Enbarr.

She was in Enbarr and Yuri would explain everything.

She’d given herself in his place. She must have, if he was free and she was unable to return to Dedriu. Hubert had played the pair of them like a fiddle. Their one, glaring weakness was each other, it always had been.

How exactly she’d expected him to wait, to do nothing—he couldn’t just leave her in the Empire’s clutches. Then again—then again he could hardly mount a rescue effort in the heart of the Empire without completely forgoing any hope he had at remaining neutral, at least in visage. 

He shut his office door, too hard, and slumped back in his chair. He dropped his head in his hands, racking his brain for anything he could do to fix it, to bring her back. Not only was she an incalculably vital resource with both her and Yuri’s combined network of ears throughout Fodlan, but she was his friend, his drinking partner, his confidant. He trusted her, more than he perhaps trusted anyone else in Fodlan. Maybe because she’d made her trade in subterfuge and secrets but appreciated the truth more, in whatever fraction he could give it. Maybe because she’d long ago ferreted out his true heritage and never once used it as a bargaining chip, even though it could have been used to ruin him.

Maybe because she could nearly always make him laugh, no matter how infuriated he was by the roundtable meetings or the constant pressure on their borders. 

He’d wait, at least until he heard exactly what had happened from Yuri, to tell the others. It wouldn’t serve anyone to break morale. Lorenz in particular, he knew, would be devastated. For all their bickering at the Academy they’d grown close since the war. She’d often had to pass through Gloucester territory and he’d insisted she’d at least stop in for a proper meal every time one of her runs took her past his estate. He knew she’d changed her mind about him after seeing how the villages in his territory prospered, compared to those she’d grown up in in Faerghus, how, for all his pompous orating, he and his family did genuinely care for the common people. 

~~~

Growing up there had only been one person in Sylvain’s life that didn’t give a damn about his crest. One person that didn’t treat him with deference because of it or shirk away from his presence. 

One person who’d paid with their life for bothering to treat him like everyone else. 

Or at least he’d thought. 

The girl standing shyly next to the House Leader of the Ashen Wolves didn’t have the blue-black hair of his memories—hers was a shock of white that faded to lilac. But her mismatched eyes were the same, even under snowy lashes, as was the scar from the claw wound on her right cheek. She didn’t look at him, or indeed anyone as Yuri spoke animately with Professor Byleth, instead leaning against the window sill and pouring through a large book. 

She was so small. He would have expected her to be much taller, considering her mother had been fully six feet tall and she’d always been tall for her age. Was it from malnourishment? She looked far, far too thin, her face sharp when it had always been round and healthy. 

“Dimitri—that girl. Doesn’t she look familiar?”

“Yuri’s sister? Not particularly.”

“Doesn’t she look like Sersh?”

“Sersh?”

“The girl—remember the girl who broke her arm when you were visiting when we where kids?”

“The little kitchen girl?” Dimitri asked, not unkindly, but it irritated him just the same. To everyone else she was just a little servant girl but to him—she’d been his friend. If his father had had his way she would have been more, though that had only lead to her brutal death.

Or so he’d thought. 

“Yeah. She had eyes like that.”

“Sure, but she didn’t have any scars and her hair was black. And didn’t you say she died? It’s probably just a coincidence.”

“Probably,” he said, though he didn’t mean it. After all, Dimitri had met her before she’d gotten those scars, before she’d nearly died protecting him. Before any of the nonsense with crests or arranged marriages or murders in the night. 

She’d just been a little girl then. 

He waited until Professor Byleth and the boy finished speaking, waited until they’d walked away. The girl remained, still absorbed in her reading. He wondered if she’d even realized Yuri and the Professor had left.

He only hesitated a moment before striding up to her, heart hammering in her chest. 

“Saoirse?”

She froze ahead of him, every muscle tensed as if preparing to bolt. That was enough confirmation that he was right, that it wasn’t just some sort of sick coincidence. 

“Is it really you? I thought—I thought you died,” he said, voice shaking. 

She turned, slowly, to face him, all the color drained from her face. She stared at him with wide eyes, looking as if she might burst into tears.

“I might as well have. The girl you knew did.”

“Sersh—“

“Don’t call me that! I can’t do this, Sylvain, I’m sorry,” she said, taking a quick step back. He reached out without thinking and grabbed her wrist. She dropped her book in fright.

“I need to know what happened. You just…disappeared.”

“Let me go, now. Please—“

“Just talk to me, I need to understand.”

“The lady made her position quite clear, Gautier.”

Sylvain jumped at the sudden appearance of Hubert von Vestra. Cecily used his surprise to yank her wrist free, cradling it with her other hand as she took half a dozen steps backwards, eyes never leaving him. Hubert stepped in front of her, blocking her from his view. 

“Shove off, Hubert, this has nothing to do with you.”

“On the contrary, I believe you harassing a member of my House has quite a lot to do with me.”

“I wasn’t harassing—I just wanted to talk.”

Hubert raised a brow, his amber eyes boring into Sylvain’s, a clear challenge.

“Do you wish to speak with Sylvain, Cecily?” He asked without braking his gaze.

“No,” she said quietly. Sylvain’s heart sunk at the slight tremor of the single syllable. 

“You heard her. Best be off,” he said, staring him down until he turned to go. Hubert stooped to pick up the book and handed it back to her, brows furrowed. 

Sylvain glanced back before rounding the corner to see Hubert ushering Cecily away, one hand protectively at the small of her back. She wrapped her arms around herself before giving him a smile, even as her brows remained furrowed, anxiety clear on her face. 

But clearly not anxiety at Hubert’s presence as he watched her shoulders relax.

~~~

They’d fallen into a sort of mind-numbing routine. Cecily awoke at dawn after an hour or two of sleep, only to find Hubert already at the small dining table with breakfast laid out, the smell of coffee overtaking the space. He’d acknowledge her with a nod of his head before turning back to the papers in front of him. She’d pick at whatever was in front of her before retrieving a book, usually some vapid romance she’d had Issac, the day guard, pick for her from the library. It served a dual purpose—to disarm Issac and lull him into thinking she was a dull, silly girl, endearing him to her, and to annoy Hubert and keep him from getting any sort of read on her, something she knew bothered him to no end. 

She’d already gone through the entirety of the recommendations she’d received from Lorenz in the past few months. He’d used to lend her paperbacks to read once he’d finished them so he’d had someone to talk to about them. At first she’d thought it frivolous, but it had become a comfort, upon her visits, to enjoy a cup of tea and discuss  something that had nothing to do with the war before turning back to the horror. Claude had liked to make fun of them for it, but Hilda always enjoyed joining the discussion, recommending far steamier titles than Lorenz’s sense of propriety allowed, not that it stopped him from reading it.

Her heart hurt at the thought of her friends. Would she ever see them again? Had Claude gotten her message yet? Would Lorenz be able to attend the stupid wedding under the guise of Gloucester being pro-Empire? Would it be wise of him?

She glanced out the window, glaring at the sun shining defiantly in the sky. It would be hours until it was dark enough for her to sneak out again. She only ever did so after the lights in Hubert's apartments across the garden went out, usually around three in the morning. She turned her own lights off at varying times between eleven and one, careful to never be too consistent. She knew he watched her room, could see him, sometimes, silhouetted next to the window. 

When he was asleep, though, it was easy enough to cloak herself in shadow and climb to the roof. The guards were few and far between and easy to duck. She'd explored most of the roof, orienting herself from the map Peregrine had given her and noting any points of interest, what times the guards' shifts changed. But mostly, she found a quiet, secluded spot and watched the sky for an hour or so, and enjoyed a bit of wind on her face, the illusion of freedom. 

There were no big plays to make until Paloma and the rest were settled far from Arundel's lands, until Hubert got what he wanted, until she dug something up dangerous enough to renegotiate.

Of course it was hard to dig anything up when locked in a fancy little jail cell. She wondered where Yuri was, if he was safe. She missed him terribly. When would she be allowed to see him again?

She thought idly of running away for the hundredth time, knowing it was too dangerous--she couldn't risk Yuri's safety, and now she couldn't risk the rest of Abyss. 

She still hoped it was the right play. It got them away from Arundel, from the skirmishes, made sure they were fed and housed, but that was only if Hubert held up his end of the bargain. Which, of course he would, as it tightened the rope around her neck. But it kept them close, close enough to look after and far from the front lines, far from Arundel's agents that had been slowly picking them all off for four and a half years.

And it would let her set up another Roost, another outpost, another trusted group to gather and dispense information. It just involved biding her time, which she'd never been much good at. Even when she'd filled in for Yuri the first time he'd gone to the Academy, she'd struggled with the distance of leadership he so effortlessly maintained. 

No, even at thirteen, she preferred to work alone. At least she'd become better at delegating. 

It was about all she could do, now.

She sighed and dropped into one of the chairs next to the fire in the sitting room, dropping her head into her hands. She was not built for captivity, even if it was far more comfortable than the metal tables she'd been chained to as a child. Still, she'd been able to be patient then, to wait for the right moment. 

She'd just have to do it again.

~~~

He had not planned on being caught skulking around in Abyss, and certainly not by Cecily. She flashed him her usual warm smile, raising a brow. His eyes flitted over her clothes—not her usual uniform, but rather a ragged pair of men’s trousers and a loose tunic, both of which were covered in dirt and no small amount of blood. 

“What are you doing down here, Hubert? You’ll ruin your shoes.”

“You’re covered in blood.”

“Oh! Yes. It’s not mine. I had to deal with a rat problem. Are you looking for something? It’s easy to get lost if you don’t know the passages.”

“I’m not lost.”

“It seems you are. Students can’t just wonder through Abyss. It’s not safe”

She was still smiling, but there was something steely behind her mismatched eyes, something that made him doubt that the ‘rats’ she’d been dealing with were actually rodents. 

The Savage Mockingbird wouldn’t keep someone around simply because they were cute. 

He felt himself flush at the thought. He didn’t think she was cute—objectively she’d be very pretty if it weren’t for the thick scars on her face and if she ate regular meals but—She wasn’t—He didn’t—

“Are you okay? You look flushed. I hope you’re not catching a cold. Just come with me, I’ll take you back.”

“I’m fine—“

“Hubert, I’m telling you, it’s best if you return Topside.” 

I t wasn’t a request. He decided it was better not to argue.

~~~

Hubert sighed as he perused the unfamiliar shelves, wishing he had some semblance of an idea of what he was looking for. It had been easy in school—they’d read all the same sorts of things: books on poisoning and chemistry, thick histories and volumes on dark magic. She’d also favored books on botany and horticulture, but now—

Now all she seemed to read were the paperback romances. He was half convinced it was to prevent him from knowing any of her genuine interests, some sort of misguided attempt at convincing him she’d somehow become shallow and stupid in their time apart, no doubt to lull him into a sense of complacency.

Or perhaps she did simply enjoy them, needed an escape from what had become of her life. Which was why he found himself in the library’s romance section, which he hadn’t even known existed, with a list of the titles he’d seen her reading so as not to duplicate them. He’d thought of sending one of the pages to do it, as he had with his initial reading list and the ready-made clothes he’d bought for her to wear, rather than the rags she’d arrived in, but he’d decided to do it himself. Perhaps it would give them something to talk about, rather than wallow in uncomfortable silence. 

They hardly spoke, even though he made a point to have breakfast with her each morning and dinner when he could. He knew he’d hardly have the opportunity for such time after the wedding, once she’d be sequestered to the estate. He knew there would be a part of him that missed it, even with the lengthy, uncomfortable silences. He’d at least miss their chess matches over dinner, ever-silent, but nonetheless stimulating. Sometimes he swore he saw a spark of her old self over the board as she toyed with him, an echo of the perfectionist who reveled in competition, but it was always quickly buried when he tried to get a better look. 

He glared at the rows of books in frustration, not knowing where to begin. 

He’d known he would be a lousy husband, but he thought he’d at least be able to be competent in such base, simple things as choosing a book she’d enjoy. The least he could do was provide her with a comfortable cage, and he hadn’t managed to even do that. 

Perhaps she would prefer the manor. He was sure she’d prefer seeing him far less. 

“Hubert!”

He fought the urge to groan at the sound of his friend’s familiar voice. Instead he turned, not hiding his irritation.

“I never thought you were one for romances? Or are you perhaps looking for inspiration?” Ferdinand asked, a teasing edge to his voice. Hubert glowered at him.

“I assure you, I am not. I was looking for something suitable for Cecily. She has been favoring them of late.”

“Ah, well I find that far more believable, if I’m honest. She always struck me as a romantic.”

“How absurd,” he scoffed. Cecily was the furthest thing from a romantic. 

Ferdinand gave him a rather piercing look before snatching the list from his hand and scanning it. “Are these the ones you’re looking for?”

“The ones she’s already read.”

“She has excellent taste.”

“Does she?”

“Oh, Hubert,” Ferdinand said, shaking his head as he turned back towards the shelves. He scanned them for a few moments, pulling out a small stack and handing them to him. “Here. These are all well-plotted and similar to what she has been reading. I’d recommend this one in particular,” he said, and Hubert disliked the way he smiled as he said, it, as if there was a joke Hubert was not in on. Regardless, he accepted the stack without thanks.

“I have reports to finish,” Hubert said curtly. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Say hello to Cecily for Thea and I.”

Hubert turned on his heel without saying anything else and stalked to his office, dropping the books on his desk before slamming and locking his door. He thought he’d feel better with Cecily at least safe in the palace, that it would be enough, knowing that Arundel couldn’t get his hands on her. Instead he was constantly reminded of the harm she’d suffered in the interim since the Academy, the hardships and pain, the fresh cruelty he’d inflicted on her in the attempt to save her. He didn’t think the guilt would weigh on him so heavily, that he was even capable of it after all the horrible things he’d done in the name of Edelgard’s dream, things he’d done without an ounce of regret.

Perhaps it was because it wasn’t in strict pursuit of her mission, but his own selfish desires. Perhaps it was because he knew himself to be at least partially responsible for the girl he’d inadvertently fallen for withering into this shell of a woman he hardly recognized. 

He dropped his head into his hands. He wished he was as heartless as others believed, as heartless as he pretended to be. Maybe then such things wouldn’t weigh on him in the wee hours of the night. 

He glanced at the stack of books, grabbing the one Ferdinand had singled out. He had no interest in reading it in its entirety, or much at all, but he wanted to know the reason he’d seemed so smug with his choice. Had it been Dorothea who’d suggested it he’d simply assume it was filth and she intended to embarrass him, but he doubted Ferdinand favored anything so risqué, even with Dorothea’s broadening influence. 

He skimmed through the description and the first few pages before tossing it aside in disgust. It was some sort of forbidden romance between a noble mage and a common apothecary from warring nations, their desire for each other superseding the conflict and their difference in station.

Ferdinand clearly thought himself clever. 

He wondered if it would appeal to Cecily. He found the whole idea of it to be trite drivel. 

Still, if it made her happy…

He pulled out the maps he’d been working on before his detour to the library, burying his pointless thoughts. He had a war to win and a new system of governance to help enact. He hadn’t time for such trivial matters of the heart, especially when their pursuit was doomed from the start.

Next

#hubert von vestra #hubert von vestra x oc #yuri leclerc #sylvain jose gautier #dorothea arnault #fire emblem three houses x reader #friends to enemies to lovers #slow burn

[dreaminpetals]

Hcs for dorothea (fe3h) with a fem s/o who's insecure about her voice??? love ur writing btw!!

🎤 dorothea with s/o insecure about their voice . . .

♡ being the girlfriend of a star of the mittelfrank opera company will obviously lead to some insecurities about your own singing voice down the line.

♡ dorothea's very keen on the emotions of those around her, especially her lover.

♡ so for you to be unusually quiet during karaoke struck her as odd.

♡ you tried to dismiss it as a sore throat or not knowing the words but she knew the truth :(

♡ dorothea reassured you that your voice could break glass.

♡ in a good way.

♡ she would probably steal a glass from the mess hall to test it out.

♡ every part of you was perfect to her, especially your voice.

♡ it made her laugh, smile, blush ... singing or speaking, it was home to her.

♡ she would give you singing lessons and tips she learned if it made you feel better!!

♡ but her #1 technique was to gush over you whenever she heard you singing in the hot springs or while you were studying.

♡ or your voice would carry during a happy birthday song and she'd dote on you endlessly for singing better than everyone else.

♡ she would encourage you to sing things you'd normally say to get the hang of it.

♡ "theeeeaaa, whaaaat areee the answeeers tooo the reeeaasooon hooomeeework~ 🎶"

♡ "theeey're oooon my deeeesk, hooooneeeey!!!"

♡ that didn't stick very long.

♡ but she loved hearing your voice while it did!!!

#dorothea arnault #dorothea arnault imagine #dorothea arnault x reader #fire emblem three houses #fe3h imagines #black eagles

[firemblem-fics]

i saw your requests were open!! could I request headcanons for post-timeskip dorothea, bernadetta and caspar with an s/o who looks up to them like a mentor in terms of their specialized choice of combat? thank you!!

Mentors

-> Pairings: Caspar x Reader, Bernadetta x Reader, Dorothea x Reader

-> Warnings: None

-> Genre: Headcanons, Post-TS, Fluff

Caspar

Caspar is elated

To be a role model to anyone is super exciting for him, but for someone like you to look up to him? How wonderful!

He’ll be the one to initiate training sessions and such because he’s just really happy

If you ever surpass him in something, he’ll be so proud of you!

He always cheers you on when you do things and perfect things that he’s taught you

Caspar may even ask you to teach him a few things in another subject that you may be proficient in

Bernadetta

Her? Why her?

Bernadetta is more terrified than anything

She feels as though she has to be perfect in order to be a role model for anyone- and she certainly isn’t perfect

It puts a lot of pressure and stress on her at first

Until she realizes that you look up to her skills and not her as a person

“Not that you’re a bad person!” You’d reassure, “But your archery is amazing.”

That helps her a lot in the esteem department, but now she’s freaked out when she uses a bow

It’s really a mess sometimes but she really tries her best to help you improve!

Dorothea

Dorothea’s pride skyrockets

She’d tell you she’s honored to mentor you and help you out in anything you need

On the inside she’s insanely flustered

Thea’s a harsh teacher, in magic or music or whatever you want her to teach you

But she does a wonderful job and is so supportive of you

She’s like a proud mom

#fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem imagines #fire emblem three houses x reader #x reader #fire emblem three houses imagines #requests #headcanons #caspar imagines #caspar von bergliez imagines #caspar von bergliez x reader #bernadetta von varley #bernadetta x reader #dorothea arnault x reader #dorothea imagines #dorothea x reader

[fewrites]

Would it be possible to request some hcs for Dorothea and a female student reader who's an aspiring writer? Thanks in advance!! :)

Hey, of course that’d be possible! This one is really going to have me all in my feels, haha, but I hope you enjoy it. ♡

Dorothea dating a f!Reader who’s an aspiring writer headcanons

Where Dorothea acts out stories on stage, you prefer to create your own stories. Maybe that’s why the two of you make such a great team?

You’ve been thinking up stories ever since you can remember, and spent precious hours at night writing them down instead of sleeping - something that a lot of your friends and family noticed and commented on.

You were self-conscious about your own writing, especially so in the beginning. Not only did you feel like your prose lacked creative expressions, you also had a feeling your plotlines may need more work. And so you kept your writing away from others in those first few years, really only writing for yourself.

It’s only later, when you’ve become more confident in yourself and your writing, that you let friends read through your stories. And their feedback makes you soar!

You keep telling them not to sugarcoat their feedback, to give you constructive criticism - but their feedback was overwhelmingly positive. They were all so supportive and interested in your writing, excited to hear more of your stories.

When you get to the academy, you have less time to write. You’re busy with classes, studying and training - you want to give it your all. 

And yet, you try to find the time to write whenever you can: inbetween classes, during lunch, before bed. The other students know about your hobby, and although not everyone expresses an interest, most of them do.

Dorothea has always been one of those that asked you questions about what you wrote, and if she could read it - you were aware that she got to act out some of the greatest stories in the country, and the idea that somebody with such experience could judge your writing frightened you. But you let her read your stories eventually.

And she told you she loves it!

She imagined a future where your story gets told on stage: a wonderful story, sung about for ages yet to come.

Of course, in her ideal future, she gets to be the lead role of your story - not just on stage, but in real life too, she said with a playful wink.

That’s how the two of you started dating. Dorothea would read your newest piece of writing, envision how it would look on stage of the Mittelfrank Opera Company, the people that would come to watch and oh - don’t get her started on the beautiful costumes!

When she read your newest piece, she noticed a striking similarity between the romantic interest and herself. A harmless joke about the similarities caused you to blush and stumble over your words; after all, they’re so much easier to put on paper than to say out loud.

It’s then that Dorothea realised that the character may be, indeed, her - and on her face, a blush arose as well.

Your relationship was a creative one, everyone could see that. A writer and a songstress - both of them a muse for each other.

Years later, one of your stories does get adapted on stage, and no one could be prouder of you than Dorothea was. She was extremely involved in the casting process, only wanted the most talented actors to partake in the wonderful story you created - and if she had to pick someone who could portray it better than her, she’d be fine with that.

...though she did get the main role, knowing the character inside out thanks to you. You always had a special seat reserved for every showing of your story, making sure you could support your girlfriend on stage as she supported you while you wrote.

#dorothea arnault #fire emblem three houses #dorothea arnault headcanons #dorothea arnault x reader #dorothea arnault imagine #fire emblem three houses imagines #three houses imagines #three houses imagine #three houses headcanons #fire emblem imagine #fire emblem request #fire emblem #fe3h #fe3h headcanons #fe3h imagine #headcanons #three houses requests #request

[frickingnerd]

dorothea with an insomniac s/o

pairing: dorothea arnault x gn!reader

tags: fluff, cuddling, established relationship

you've had trouble falling asleep for a while now, whether it was simple restlessness or thoughts that haunted you when you closed your eyes

since you shared a bed with your girlfriend quite frequently, it was only a matter of time before dorothea started to pick up on your struggle to fall asleep

dorothea really wanted to help you, however she could, curious about what she could do to help you

despite you mentioning that nothing really seemed to be working, she was determined to find something to help you relax

and that something was going to be cuddling with her! surely you'd relax if she gently played with your hair and let you rest your head in her lap

though what really ended up helping you fall asleep was your girlfriend softly singing a song for you! 

her singing blocked out all the noises around you and inside your head, allowing you to finally relax a bit

and soon, you were fast asleep, while dorothea continued to sing to you and gently play with your hair, determined to stay with you until you woke up again!

#dorothea arnault x reader #dorothea arnault #dorothea x reader #dorothea #arnault #dorothea fire emblem #x reader #x you #x y/n #x gn reader #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem three hopes #fire emblem #fluff #headcanons

[glowingbadger]

Congrats on 1000 followers! How about, for a slight change of pace, a message for our lovely Dorothea? *attached to a selfie of a large bulging strap on under their clothes* Can't wait to hear you sing tonight my love. Maybe if I'm extra good, I'll get a special encore all to myself? ;)

[Dorothea wears an openly devilish smirk when she sees your message, and gives an intrigued little hum. She can feel the warmth of arousal already as she replies]

Dorothea: Oh wow, is that huge present all for me? ;) You're so good to me, darling.

Dorothea: As thanks, you can have your own private performance for as long as you like tonight~ after all, I like a show to feel intimate <3

[It's followed by a teasing but artfully framed selfie (Dorothea is an absolute master at these), showing her skirt pulled up until it just barely conceals between her thighs, and her breasts pushed together between her arms.]

#dorothea arnault #dorothea x reader #fire emblem #fe3h #feh #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem smut #not sfw #spicy texts #fire emblem x reader

[k1ngdom-of-thieves]

Black Eagles Masterlist

Edelgard Von Hresvelg

Learning how to swing an axe in heels

Hubert Von Vestra

Shaving his eyebrows

Ferdinand Von Aegir

Telling the world how great his name is

Petra Macneary

Finally getting some rest

Linhardt Von Hevring

Snoozing somewhere

Caspar Von Bergliez

Interrupting Linhardt’s nap

Bernadetta von Varley

Bernadetta and Kazuha + a S/O that acts chaotic but is actually smart

Dorothea Arnault

Dorothea x male! reader + a road trip

Dorothea + Younger sibling reader becoming Manuela’s apprentice

#fe3h #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem x reader #fe3h x reader #fe16 #black eagles #dorothea arnault #bernadetta von varley

[sherbet-shark]

Hey everyone! I think I’m going to close the ask box at 11pm (PT TIME) , it’s getting a little chaotic irl, and busy. But I am working on a lot of pieces.

•• ✎ «Picturesque Beauty» || Summary || First FEH req Dorothea Arnault x Summoner, road-trip fun time.

•• ✎ «Kneel to the Queen» || Summary || Ace Trappola solo piece. Whereas Ace doubts that he really is superior to his fellow peer, Deuce Spade.

A little small announcement for this blog, I will try to write a solo twist boy piece once a month alongside reqs. But that may not always be the case as I know I will be busy with college life and other things. But it’s a rough sketch for the future.

These works will mainly revolve around the chosen boy, their way of life, and a peek into how they are, meaning it will not be a reader insert but fun ideas I’ve thought of, as seen below. People can also vote or send in who they want to be written in for the empty month, but it’s not always a promise that I will do them at the time.

September:

•• ✎ «Country Pride» || Rough Draft/Ideas || Epel Felmir solo piece, Where Epel comes back to Harveston and his Grandma Marja talk about the well being of the town and how it was before Vil’s sponsorship.

October:

•• ✎ « Who was rescued?» || Rough Draft/Ideas || Deuce Spade solo piece. An older Deuce wanders into an animal shelter and bonds with the most infamous one there. Side note: this may also be a smol self b-day gift for myself 🥺 I have so many ideas

#sherbet talks #sherbet’s announcement #twst x reader #feh x reader

[raspberryranpo]

I read your entire fe3h masterlist last night and I love your headcanons sm! Can I please request lemon tea for the Black Eagles?

black eagles + lemon tea

fire emblem three houses: black eagles

lemon tea: what are mornings like with them?

this was probably asked a long time ago but i’m very slow at doing requests 😫😫 i’m sorry you had to wait so long!!! but thank you for reading it eep

i love watching people go through my masterlist. it brings me such joy

——> tea prompts

EDELGARD

chances are, she’s already awake before you, doing emperor things

BUT she always comes back with tea or coffee & she just sits with you, enjoying the peace and quiet

tells you about something stupid ferdinand said & might tell a few jokes just to get a laugh out of you

if you drag her down by the waist to get her to come back into bed she won’t complain. do it

HUBERT

like edelgard, hubert is always up, doing things before you’re even awake

brings his own coffee back to bed & genuinely forgets to make you any

makes it up to you in cuddles though because he does have a heart, bless him

gives you many kisses. sleepy hubert cannot keep his hands away from you

FERDINAND

waking up next to ferdinand is like waking up next to an angel. the sun lights up his face & he looks ethereal to say the least

immediately wraps his arms around you upon waking up, holding you close

will not let you go until someone has to drag him out of bed

will cuddle you all the way around your room, hanging onto your back while you do your hair & skin etc

DOROTHEA

you often wake up to her sitting up with a book, humming a tune to herself quietly

once she realises you’re awake, she’ll pull you into her side & sing to you

boops your nose and plays with your hair whilst she’s singing & smiles, looking at you with all the love in the world in her eyes

only once she’s done singing will she say good morning and then pull you straight back down to nap for another couple of hours

PETRA

petra definitely sleeps as though she’s practicing what pose she’ll be doing in her coffin

sometimes she wakes up and just stays in that position, eyes open and all

as terrifying as she looks led down, her face lights up the second she sees you - she’s so thrilled that you’re next to her!!!

she’s like a very excited puppy & immediately starts kissing you all over

LINHARDT

it’s not even a morning. it’s a noon. you will not be allowed to get up before 11am

any attempts to do so will result in some very lanky arms pulling you down with far too much strength for such skinny arms

lin buries his face in your neck, your shoulder, your chest, your stomach... anywhere he feels comfortable

will litter small kisses on wherever he’s sleeping - he cannot sleep without you next to him

CASPAR

shakes you awake at five in the morning just to look at some funny looking bird in the tree opposite your window

turns out it’s actually really weird looking & you both spend the next hour just laughing at that bird

linhardt kicks the wall because you eventually get too loud but then you both start making weird noises to annoy linhardt

has you in his arms for the entire time, though - much like he does for the entire day

BERNADETTA

chances are, you won’t even be allowed to leave bernie’s room for the entire day. she’s not going out there and she’s certainly not letting go of you

she would much rather spend the entire day in your arms (which is what she normally ends up doing)

burrows herself into the crook of your neck, wrapping all of her limbs around you

you’re not waking up after you go back to sleep. she’s so comfortable, so soft

#fire emblem three houses #fire emblem three houses headcanons #fe3h #fe3h x reader #fe3h headcanons #black eagles #edelgard von hresvelg #edelgard x reader #edelgard x byleth #hubert von vestra #hubert x reader #hubert x byleth #ferdinand von aegir #ferdinand x reader #ferdinand x byleth #dorothea arnault #dorothea x reader #dorothea x byleth #petra macneary #petra x reader #petra x byleth #linhardt von hevring #linhardt x reader #linhardt x byleth #caspar von bergliez #caspar x reader #caspar x byleth #my posts #headcanons #tea prompts

[sword-of-the-writer]

Ooh could you do favorite part of the holidays for the Black Eagles too? Please and thank you!!

I finished these last night after my shift, sorry if they suck :/

Their favorite aspect of the Holidays || Part 2 || Black Eagles

Edelgard

She likes the spirit of togetherness and being able to spend time with her loved ones. Shes also fond of buying gifts as she always cracks down to find the best thing for each of her friends! She really enjoys the giving part of it all and reluctantly receives the gifts for her but is always super grateful

Hubert

In my mind this man just kinda tolerates holidays, mostly for edelgard’s sake. If he enjoys anything I think it might be like gift giving? But like gift for Edelgard... tho one year they did a white elephant thing and he didn’t realize and his gift ended up in Ferdinand’s hands. It was a mess.

Ferdinand

FERDINAND AS A CAROLER. He is always at least humming holiday songs if not singing them. Definitely carols with Dorothea (much to her chagrin), Manuela, and maybe even Annette! Also ferdie definitely strikes me as being one of the biggest decorators at Garreg Mach and the only reason its as fesive (and as well coordinated) as it is. Idk I think Ferdie is one of the biggest fans of the holidays.

Linhardt

School days off. I feel like (though it deviates from canon a bit) they might take some days off for the holidays or maybe snow days but either way Linhardt loves it. He can sleep in and hang around the library as he pleases. Well, except when his fellow eagles pull him into the festivities.

Caspar

Caspar still believes in whatever the Fódlan equivalent of santa is,,, ok maybe not but he definitely has a lot of spirit and believed in all the old tales for a long time. I feel like he would have an eclectic mix of favorites, never picking a prominent one. He likes to take part in everyone elsewhere favorite with them 🥺

Dorothea

Also mistletoe? But more cuddling while its all snowy,, Like definitely eating all the baked goods the lions made and convincing all her friends to cuddle. Linhardt always falls asleep whereas Ferdinand is always so talkative, but she’s content nonetheless. That and, of course, the caroling.

Petra

Learning Fódlan traditions. Brigid has different holidays around this time, so Petra likes learning about Fódlan and in turn teaching others about Brigid traditions. And I can safely say her least favorite part is the cold weather! Though that makes her easier to convince to cuddle 😳

Bernadetta

Warm fires and fresh baked goods. She’s obviously not big on the social aspect of holidays, but she’s the number one taste tester for Mercedes’s holiday sweets! And by the time the Ethereal Moon (December) rolls around, she doesn’t think holiday dinners with the eagles are so bad.

#fe3h #fire emblem three houses #fe3h x reader #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem three houses x reader #black eagles #fe3h edelgard #edelgard von hresvelg #fe3h hubert #hubert von vestra #fe3h ferdinand von aegir #fe3h linhardt von hevring #linhardt #fe3h caspar #caspar von bergliez #dorothea arnault #fe3h dorothea #fe3h bernadetta #bernadetta von varley #petra macneary #fe3h petra #lumi’s holiday matchups