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fe-fictions · 10 months

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Do you have any baby fluff with Felix left? I miss him so much 😭

(How about Felix finding out that he's gonna have a baby??? That's a good one!!! U V U)

“It’s true, Byleth. You’re with child.”

Mercedes’ words were filled with all the delight that you were currently incapable of showing. You were so shocked by your diagnosis, you could hardly believe it was true.

You were pregnant with Felix Hugo Fraldarius’ very own child. You were going to be the mother of his child...he was gonna be a Papa.

And now, you were tasked with informing him of the news. That in and of itself was horrifying (but in a good way), because while you wanted to blurt it out, you wanted more than anything to do it in a proper, appropriate way. Namely, you wanted to do something cute.

When Annette had announced her pregnancy, she had gleefully told you the story of how she had surprised her husband with a little bag of hints, like a baby’s bonnet and little shoes, and after a little while he put two and two together and was overjoyed.

Ingrid hadn’t been quite so cutesy with hers, but did come up with a unique way of telling her husband he’d be a father by telling him in the form of a riddle.

It was certainly cute, Annette had assured her, and she wished she had thought of it.

Mercedes had yet to be blessed with a child, but she already had a plan for how she’d tell her husband. She would tell him that he had some baking to do, and wanted him to check the oven and make sure it was empty.

He would find a single bun sitting on the grate, and sure enough, he would realize that it was a ‘bun in the oven’ and voila! She would announce the pregnancy that way.

Dorothea knew how to get under her husband’s skin, doing it in a teasing way as she typically did with all things. She told you with a giggle that she’d given her husband a leave of absence note, signed by the most prestigious doctor in the entire kingdom.

He had been confused, a bit concerned, and then he realized that she was indeed pregnant once he re-read the letter for the third time at Dorothea’s impatient insistence.

All of those were cute ideas, you had told them during an afternoon tea together, but you weren’t sure which one you wanted to do.

Felix was a fairly intense and serious individual, and as far as you knew, he didn’t have much interest in riddles or metaphors or play on word type things...yet you wanted to do all of those things just to see how he’d respond.

The girls’ reactions? All of them wanted you to do theirs and tell them which was successful.

Why not? You had said with a soft chuckle. It couldn’t psosibly hurt anything to try and tell Felix you were with child in a creative little way.

So you hatched your first plan.

Annette’s idea of giving him gifts.

“Welcome back, my love.” You greeted your husband as he came into the room, looking positively exhausted and ready to collapse on the spot. His hair was mussed from running his hands through it, and his clothes were slightly disheveled from all his fidgeting.

You knew Seteth must have trapped him in a full day of meetings.

“That rat minister of yours scheduled all my meetings for today.” Felix grumbled, confirming your suspicions. “Why give me the option to push them back if I’m going to have to take them all on at the same time?”

“It might be due to the fact that you always postpone council meetings or discussions with village representatives the moment you get a request.”

“Everyone does that.”

“But not everyone pushes them back months at a time.” You pointed out, to which he rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“Whatever. He shouldn’t schedule them like this just to spite me. He’s a cruel man.”

“He’s strict.” You hummed as he fell onto the bed beside you, burying his face in your chest with a tired, frustrated sigh. “You don’t have to give him such a hard time, you know.”

“He doesn’t have to be such a-”

“Felix.”

“...Pain.” Felix grumbled, knowing full well you preferred he dial down the profanity in the church, private quarters or not. When he wasn’t in a sacred place, i.e. your shared home, it was free range on language. This was just one of those times he had to behave himself.

As if he wasn’t frustrated enough, already.

“If it makes you feel any better, I have a gift for you.” He lifted his head some at your words, though his bleary eyes made it quite clear he was half-asleep, already. You reached over the bed and picked up the bag, holding it up for him to take. “You should open it, now.”

“Sure.” He bit back a yawn, running his hand through his hair again before he took it and tore into it. He didn’t look at you when he spoke again, pulling out the tissue paper. “By the way...how did your appointment with the clerics go? Did Mercedes figure out why you were feeling sick the last few days?”

“She said I’m going to be okay.” You said dismissively, “But there are more specific answers in the bag.”

“You just said you’d be okay, so there’s nothing else I need to worry about. I trust you.” He told you in earnest, as if it was something that needed to be proved. You smiled at him with a sense of pride. He really was the sweetest man when he wasn’t hiding behind a wall of callous and wariness. “Now let’s...let’s get into this...box...bag...thing.”

“Don’t fall asleep.”

“Please. I’m not even a...a little tired.” He yawned, shooting you a glare when you frowned at him. “I’m fine.”

He pulled out the first object; it was a dagger. A tiny sword, you thought, would be perfectly appropriate.

Since you couldn’t exactly leave the monastery grounds to go baby clothes shopping on such short notice (Seteth would have a fit, you did what you could with what you had.

“Is this a new knife?” He held it in his hand, feeling its weight with a satisfied hum. “This is good. I’ll use this in every fight.”

“It’s not a knife, it’s a small sword.” You corrected him. He yawned.

“By...that’s literally what a knife is.”

“No, that’s not-”

“What else is in here…” You gently took the knife from his hands, when he held it out, returning to the bag. “Is this a sugar spoon…?”

“Yes. Because it’s smaller than a normal spoon.” You explained with a little smile, pleased with your own cleverness. You turned around to set the knife on your bedside table, “See, it’s almost like it’s a baby spoon, and…”

You paused when you turned back, finding Felix fast asleep with one hand in the bag that was lopsided on his chest.

You stared at him in disbelief; the man was still in his full armor and dress. Even his coat and gloves and boots...you couldn’t fathom how he found that comfortable.

“I suppose if you’re tired enough.” You whispered to yourself, biting back your little grin. You took the gift bag and set it aside, carefully removing his clothes until he was down to his socks, tunic and trousers. It was close enough to pajamas, and was plenty more comfortable.

“Goodnight.” You whispered with a kiss to his forehead, untying the ribbon in his hair and freeing the mussed ponytail from his stress habit. You’d have to coerce him into letting you brush it out tomorrow morning.

By then, you hoped, you’d be able to put together your next attempt to tell him the news.

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You sent for Felix in the middle of the afternoon the next day; one of the few, short times between meetings you both had.

The messenger told you he’d be available in about an hour, which was plenty of time. You got to work preparing the dough with Ashe’s help, plannigng on making a proper bun to put in the oven. That way you wouldn’t waste bread, and you’d have a nice loaf to share with your husband and anyone else who wanted to have some.

It would be a little while before everyone started filtering in for their lunch, which you hadn’t calculated for. The same time you scheduled with Felix was the universal lunch break that most staff received in the monastery, right alongside the students.

You had called him to come a bit before things got crowded, but the bodies were starting to filter in and clutter the mess hall, and you and Ashe both were running out of room in the kitchen area to so much as open the oven door.

“This is getting to be overwhelming, Professor.” Ashe said worriedly, “Perhaps we should remove ourselves so the cooks have more space to feed the students.”

“I think we should, but it’s almost done. I will stay here a little longer, if you’d rather leave.”

“But I wouldn’t want to leave you alone if-”

“Whoa, is that the Archbishop?? Is she cooking?!”

“O-oh my gosh, the Archbishop made our lunch, today!! We’re truly blessed!” “No way, I wanna see!”

Within the span of about five seconds, the hectic mess hall went from somewhat organized chaos to borderline hysteria. Students clambered all over each other, trying to get a look at the Archbishop allegedly cooking their food.

You stood there, dumbfounded, as Ashe tried to make a path for you both to get out. It wouldn’t do for the Archbishop to be harmed, let alone if Seteth found out about it. He’d have a conniption fit just based off you being in the mess hall, alone.

In a blur of noisy excitement Ashe managed to get you out of the place, the both of you nearly stumbling out and onto the pavement.

“Byleth?” Felix’s voice hit your ears and you looked up, seeing him striding up to the two of you with a curious expression. “What’s going on? It sounds like those brats are having a riot.”

“They seemed to think that the Professor...cooked their meal today. Really, we were just baking something.” Ashe explained between pants of breath, his efforts to escape with your lives having been quite taxing.

Felix quirked an eyebrow. “What kind of idiot would think the Archbishop spent hours of her day cooking food for them? Kids these days are so entitled...and weird.”

“Indeed.”

“So what were you baking?”

“Bread,” You answered quickly, “But we left it for the students. They needed it more than we did.”

“What a waste- I would tear through a whole loaf of your bread any day.” Felix said with a borderline sulking tone. You smiled, giving his hand a little squeeze.

“I’ll make more for you, later.”

While you were understandably disappointed about your initial plans going to waste, you were always happy to see that bashful blush heat up Felix’s cheeks.

You would take the positives with the negatives. In this case, the good definitely outweighed the bad.

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You had one more plan to put into action, and your friends were getting more anxious than you were.

You made absolutely sure to write the letter in language that couldn’t have been more clear, without mentioning the pregnancy directly.

Felix was an intelligent person- he could be oblivious sometimes, and like all humans, made dumb decisions...but even he could understand what this letter meant.

There was no time to waste, so you quickly had Mercedes sign it to give the paper a convincing “doctor’s note” appearance. She asked why you didn’t just let her write it, but you hadn’t the time to answer.

Felix had another meeting in fifteen minutes, and crossing the monastery would eat up half of that time.

You weren’t going to let anyone risk this- you were going to tell him one way or another.

And this letter was the last cute way you could do it without just blurting it out.

So you rushed across the monastery with haste, your hair billowing behind you as you searched for your husband. It was Felix who spotted you first, the beautiful whirlwind his wife had become catching his eye in the otherwise peaceful courtyard.

“Byleth?” His expression darkened when he saw how urgent you looked, mistaking it for worry. “What is it, what’s happened?”

“Something’s come up, Felix-” You made it to your husband’s side in a matter of moments, breathless and rather out of character, considering how out of sorts you looked. “It’s nothing bad.”

“You look like someone declared war.” Felix replied, unconvinced. You shook your head as you presented him the letter, nearly shoving it into his hands. “Byleth, what-”

“Just read it.” You insisted, watching him the entire time as he started to look over the letter’s contents.

“Sir Felix Hugo Fraldarius, I regret to inform you that Archbishop Byleth Eisner Fraldarius will no longer be able to attend to her duties as the Church Head. This is due to a sudden and life-altering change in her life which will dramatically change yours and hers.”

Felix paused, looking up at you and searching for some sort of explanation. You ushered him to continue, the meeting just about to start.

“The condition that has befallen Archbishop Byleth will result in her being unavailable to complete her duties until it ends in roughly seven months.” Felix stopped reading altogether, his brow furrowed so deeply he looked as though he were seriously concerned.

Borderline afraid.

“Seven months? And then wh- your duties end??” He shook his head, face pale. “Byleth, w-what does this...are you ill?”

“What? No, I-”

“Oh Goddess.” He stumbled backwards, as if his knees were about to give out. He shook his head as if in disbelief, a trembling hand coming to his mouth as the letter fell to the ground. “Byleth, are you dying?”

“Of course I’m n-”

“This can’t be real. To Hells with this, it can’t be true!! I’m not-” He ran his hands through his hair, eyes becoming misty with an agitation and a fear that you were stunned to see. Felix was on the verge of panic. “You can’t just spring this on me and tell me I’ve only got seven months left with you, I- t-this can’t be true! I can’t accept that!”

“Felix, let me speak for one-”

“No!” He cut you off, grabbing your wrist and marching you back to towards the infirmary. “Mercedes signed off on it, right? Mercedes knows what’s going on- she’ll have answers! I’ll get them even if I have to force it out of her- I’m not taking a death diagnosis lying down! Not my wife!” He growled, and you didn’t know what to think.

You were being dragged up the stares where Felix unceremoniously burst into the cleric’s office, revealing Mercedes attempting to enjoy a cup of tea.

“Hello, Fe-”

“Byleth’s dying?”

The tea cup clattered.

“What!?”

“What do you mean, ‘What’?? You wrote the letter that said she’s dying! She’s only got seven months left before everything ends? That’s a load of horse shit! There’s gotta be something you haven’t tried, something you haven’t researched right- there are treatments for all sorts of things- white magic that cures the most toxic poisons!! There can’t be something so deadly that nothing can save her when you haven’t even tried, yet!”

Mercedes just stared at him, completely lost in the conversation, and trying to deal with the mess of tea that was spilled over her documents.

The ruckus Felix had created was leading to a bit of a crowd gathering outisde the doors, and you thought that it was time to bring Felix down.

You quickly closed the doors behind you, pulling yourself from Felix’s grasp. He turned back to stop you, but you weren’t going to let him tug you along, again.

“Felix, back up for a second.”

“I can’t stop, you’ve only got seven months before we’re out of time! The sooner we jump on this, the better!”

“Byleth, what is he talking about?”

“That letter I had you sign.” You told her, “It was the same announcement like the one that Dorothea did.”

A look of realization dawned on her face. “Oh, no.”

“Yes.”

“What did you write that has him so riled up?”

“I just wrote it the clearest way I knew how- I told him that I wouldn’t be able to perform my duties as Archbishop because of my condition, and they would have to end in seven months.”

“Oh, Professor… You should’ve just told him.” Mercedes giggled, hiding it behind her hand when Felix became increasingly more frustrated.

“Should’ve told me what?!” He demanded, “If someone doesn’t start telling me what in the Hells is going on, I’m gonna seriously-”

“Darling,” You took his shaking hands in yours, gently drawing his eyes to yours, “I’m with child.”

Felix’s hands grew tight around yours, grabbing you in a vice grip, before they suddenly went limp.

His whole body did, actually.

His face went slack, eyes growing wide as the words slowly made their way through his system.

“You’re….?”

“Expecting.” You finished it for him, his voice suddenly quiet and detached. The anger had dissipated in a split second. Mercedes watched with interest.

“We’re e-expect...you’re….”

“I found out a little over a week ago. According to Mercedes, I’m two months along. Once I reach nine months, I will have to relinquish my duties as the Archbishop so I can take care of the baby.”

“The baby.” He repeated, as if he hadn’t quite wrapped his head around the concept quite yet. You just smiled at him, watching the gears try and turn in his head as he started piecing together the truth of the situation.

You were going to have his child, and you were going to make him the happiest man alive- somehow, you’d managed to find another way to do that outside of marrying him.

Felix could hardly speak.

Instead, completely ignoring Mercedes giggling at him, he said nothing else and wrapped pulled you into a tight hug, embracing you with all his might as he finally came to terms with this new information.

He was going to be a daddy, and you were going to be a mommy. The mother to his child. You did that.

It was all he could do not to kiss you senseless, and more still to try not to let himself cry and subject himself to your teasing.

Though he ended up getting an earful of it anyways, since Mercedes witnessed the whole thing.

Though once he got to proudly announce that you were going to have a (his) baby to the rest of the Lions, he didn’t mind the teasing at all.

He was just too happy.

#felix #byleth #fe 16 #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #fe three houses #felileth #felix x byleth #fe fictions #fe-fictions #f!byleth #fem!byleth #f!mu #pregnancy fluff #pregnancy prompt

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ltnlitten9 · 1 year

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#felileth #bylix #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #byleth #felix #prompt was meeting parents #fllth

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sailforvalinor · 2 years

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A Treatise on Felix Hugo Fraldarius

Every day. EVERY DAY I’m thinking about the genius move in Azure Moon’s writing to have FELIX be the only one to warn Byleth about Dimitri’s darkside.

It’s genius because of its tragic futility. Felix is the absolute worst person out of the Blue Lions to reveal this knowledge, however, not because we won’t believe him. Except for perhaps about his feelings (textbook tsundere), Felix doesn’t lie—the game establishes straight out of the gate that he is a very blunt person. No, it’s not because we can’t believe him, it’s because both we the player and Byleth the character don’t want to believe him.

We the player are witness to Felix’s interactions with his fellow classmates, and with little insight into his backstory, his early supports paint him as an abrasive, unfeeling jerk who hates his dad and his friends and cares about nothing but fighting and…well, fighting. As most of the barbs and accusations we see him throwing at his friends are for the most part untrue (though he certainly himself believes them, so he’s not lying), we have no reason or desire to believe Felix’s claims about Dimitri.

The same goes for Byleth. The game establishes in White Clouds that she grows more attached to her students than she has to anyone before—in fact, by the end of the game, the implication is that they essentially restore her humanity to her, or even create it in her where it hadn’t existed before. If this is the case, and Byleth is learning from her students how to feel emotions, then why would she want to believe someone who not only tears her students down, but actively represents the philosophy she is trying to escape?

Furthermore, Byleth’s relationship with Dimitri is undoubtedly different from hers with anyone else in the monastery, even from the beginning. While the other students undoubtedly support her, Dimitri is one of the only ones to ask how she is doing as a professor. He’s always offering his assistance and support, canonically is the first to bring out her emotional side, and is the only one of the few to truly empathize with her after Jeralt’s death, even going so far as to offer his assistance in securing her revenge. As he is arguably the person she is closest to in this route, even from the beginning, why would she want to believe he is a soulless monster driven by nothing but bloodlust?

However, here’s the kicker—while Felix is the one she is least likely to believe due to her emotions, he’s the person she’s most likely to believe logically. As I briefly mentioned earlier, out of all the students, Felix most closely resembles the mercenary’s philosophy (no, not you, Leonie). He represents what Byleth used to be (this is kinda the reason I don’t ship Felileth, but that’s another story for another day). Felix even essentially says as much in their supports—much of those supports have a heavy emphasis on establishing their similarities.

Byleth tells Rodrigue mid-White Clouds that she understands Felix. She may not resemble him, or act like him, but she understands him, because she was him, once. She understands his logic, his reasoning—why he comes to the conclusions that he does. Logically, she should know that if Felix is calling Dimitri a boar, it wouldn’t be based on something petty like childish jealousy.

But she doesn’t. She refuses to consider it—she shoves it down and makes excuses. Throughout White Clouds, for the first time in her life, Byleth is caught in a war between her head and her heart—her heart, newly beating, desperately wanting to cling to this strange sense of care and family that she’s never truly felt before, and her head, the voice of the mercenary, the voice of Felix telling her to stop being so blind, to look up and see the evidence around her.

But that’s the tragedy of Felix, the true Cassandra of Three Houses. He knows the truth, but because he’s so bitter and jaded he can’t communicate, he will never be believed—and the one person who should believe him refuses.

#thanks for coming to my Ted talk #this wasn’t supposed to be a long post #I got excited #fe3h #fe3h felix #fe3h byleth #fe3h dimitri #felileth #dimileth #felix x byleth #blue lions #azure moon #fire emblem #fire emblem: three houses

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insomnikat-mused · 9 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. spread the self-love ❤

Thank you for the ask! TBH I both hoped and dreaded this one coming my way. I don't usually like looking back but, in the end, this was actually more positive than painful.

1. The roles we play

(KakaSaku, 45.6K) Do you remember what you thought an ideal love would be like in your teens VS. what your ideal love (after love) would be like as an adult? Anyway, this was the fic that brought me back to writing. Fun fact: I was not a KakaSaku fan starting this. I just made myself one by the end.

2. Regret is the secret you keep

(Kirigan/Alina, 1.9K) - That one-shot that comes once in a sleepless blue moon, in a fandom you've never written for, and likely never will again (unless Ben Barnes makes a comeback). I still love it because it was so inspired, so effortless to write, so perfectly compact and complete when it was released less than 24 hours later. I have yet to recapture this kind of writing magic.

3. Mantis, Shadow, Wolf

(ItaSaku, KakaSaku, 49K) - At some point, we all crave something darkly beautiful. This was my point. I explored AU-building and a more visually symbolic writing style. It's intimate-- a Sakura character-study and journey about healing that's actually quite personal. And I'll always be proud of the amount of "raw" and "haunting" comments this receives.

4. Pretty hate machine

(Felix/Byleth -> Byleth/Dimitri -> Felix/Byleth/Dimitri, 13.9K) - A Felix character study which led me to conclude that the one true happy ending for him is a love triangle that stays a love triangle. Because something something triangles are the sturdiest shape. I admit the implied M/F + M/F + M/M = M/F/M doesn't sit well with everyone and every character interpretation, but I'm so SO happy with the friends I did gain through this fic.

5. You missed the ending (love)

(KakaSaku, 15.3K) - I honestly thought I wrote all I could write for KakaSaku before this. But as it turned out, I just got tired of angst. There was a very conscious effort to make this one feel-good and funny, with splashes of humor, generous sprinkles of romance, and an indulgently smutty finish. Essentially, a rom-com with an unquestionably happy ending. I was pretty pleased with the result (except for the going over my self-imposed word limit by +10K 🙈).

#my writing #kakasaku #darklina #felileth #felix x byleth x dimitri #itasaku #ao3 #you asked i answered #on fanfic

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originalfireemblemscenarios · 10 months

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Can I request headcanons for Hubert Felix Ashe and Ignatz being shy around female Byleth separately?

All of this is pre time skip (as I don't write for post time skip Hubert)! I'm writing this as some sort of a puppy-crush thing and it's one-sided!

Hubert, Ignatz, Felix and Ashe feeling shy around Byleth

Byleth here is female

Hubert von Vestra

He's completely charmed by her face expressions. Her lack of reaction is cute... But getting her off guard is even better.

He's not the kind to be lost for words, he just tries his best to unsettle her in order to make her leave him alone so he can calm down a little.

But if it fails he always has plenty of reasons to leave. And he's not hesitant to use his excuses to avoid the professor.

Once she sees him, then she doesn't. He's in control of when they meet and he makes sure to always be ready just in case.

Ignatz Victor

Her grace is the attribute that makes him ever so less confident around her. Even though he was already intimidated to begin with.

The way she moved, talked, hell even yawned all was like looking at a goddess! Even her imperfections were perfect.

So he didn't really talk to her when she wasn't the one to approach him. He preferred to admire her from the distance.

You can probably imagine but he'd be totally lying if he said he never sketched her during a lecture. He never made it into a painting... But looking at Byleth sure inspired him as to how a goddess he imagines looks like.

Felix Hugo Fraldarius

Her strength is the key factor of him missing his words. Earning respect from your dream opponent is something he definitely wants to achieve.

He insults her like it's nothing, he's straightforward- but sometimes he himself doesn't know what he's thinking.

Asking for advice was a big no to him. He only wanted to adjust his mistakes by practice.

So having her fix his posture, or anything really made him lose his focus for so many reasons... That of which he wasn't aware of.

Ashe Ubert

Her being so helpful is perhaps one of the things he admires the most. She's so thoughtful and always makes time for everyone.

To himself he translates this feeling as total admiration and a reason why he'd like to be just like her.

So while being at a receiving end of her gestures is amazing... He often finds himself unable to think of a way to react to her kindness.

He always tries to be available to her too... But it's rare for her to reach out... Sometimes it motivates him to check up on her by himself! There's nothing wrong with looking excuses to being around her, right?

~Mod Bernadetta

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oexas · 2 years

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[july 2021] Honestly no other video game love interest has bested Felix. It’s like they decided to make the exact kind of character I’d instantly go for and THEN LET YOU HAVE THE BEST, MOST AWKWARD time of it (also kisses r hard but I am trying)

#fe3h #byleth #felix x byleth #byleth x felix #felileth #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses

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ribellenm · 2 months

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Looking forward, looking back

Challenger of the sky, guardian of the land

(Happy birthday to Felix🌌!)

#felileth #felix hugo fraldarius #byleth eisner #fe3h fanart #my artwork

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itsmoonpeaches · 8 months

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Title: Azure Flower

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial, a short fanfic written for Fire Emblem: Three Houses.

TW: mentioned blood and implied violence

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Word count: 1,000

Rating: T

Summary: Felix knows that he was not Byleth's first love. Dimitri was.

That day they stood in the ruins of what had once been Fhirdiad and watched the pyre burn.

Within the flickering flames lay the burning corpse of his once-friend, Dimitri, the Tempest King. Felix could only stare at the brightening skies, the smoky overhang that settled upon the rooftops of his old home and stayed behind the soldier’s façade he had crafted for himself.

His professor, the woman he called a precious person, stood silent by his side. Byleth’s eyes were blank now that they had returned to their original violet color after Rhea’s defeat by her and Edelgard’s hands. Her dark hair lay limp on her shoulders, and the ashes from the decimated city dusted her armor. Tears she had not bothered to notice rolled down her soot-covered cheeks. Her hand reached for the blaze as if grasping onto Dimitri’s hand.

No, he would never forget her eyes when she said that she would kill Dimitri herself.

Perhaps in this cruel fate they had chosen this was the only choice she thought she had. Freedom from her past in exchange for a future without war.

But Edelgard had staid her hand. Felix nearly offered to finish him off instead.

“I’ll do it, my teacher,” Edelgard had said.

The bone axe, Aymr, came down in a crescent arc that took the life of the king.

“She loved him,” Byleth whispered after. “She loved him when they were children but was forced to forget. That’s what these people did to her. They tormented her. That’s why she started this war…to make sure that what she went through doesn’t happen again.”

Felix should have felt relief when the last enemy fell, when Rhea’s dragon form crashed onto Castle Blaiddyd’s steps. It was poetic somehow that her defeat bloodied the doorstep of Dimitri’s home, as if he called from the grave to perform this final act of revenge. For it was the very people Dimitri put his faith in that destroyed him.

Felix at least relished in Rhea’s death. Her betrayal of Dimitri and Fhirdiad was palpable to him even now, even after he himself had betrayed them. It was her fault that all those people were murdered, her fault that he and Sylvain aimed their blades at people who had been their friends. The fire she had called upon still raged around them, destroying the city she sought shelter in for five years at the behest of the king.

Underfoot, Felix stepped on the shards of a broken mirror. He saw what he had become. That in the five years Byleth had disappeared and the war continued he had become like the Tempest King himself, a wild boar in search of satiated bloodlust. Himself, shattered, and a reflection he could not name.

Even Claude and his own father died by his sword, and the man he knew he became—the one with eyes the same as the boar’s—never faltered as their blood splattered his face.

Felix could not help but think about how different things would have been if only Dimitri had been allowed to know the truth…that he and the Kingdom were just pawns on someone else’s elaborate chessboard. He himself had not known until it was too late.

He did not regret choosing the side of Edelgard’s war, and yet—

“It’s over,” Byleth’s voice interrupted, cutting through the ambient rumble of collapsing wreckage.

He nodded. “It is,” he agreed. “Let’s get out of here.”

It was with little fanfare that he and the rest of the Black Eagle Strike Force departed to Fódlan’s new capital of Enbarr. There was much to do, but the losses along the way made them weary.

On the way back, Edelgard granted Felix leave to Fraldarius territory until he took up his post as an official. After all, Fraldarius was his now.

What had come as a surprise was that the Professor came with him. They stared down the empty halls of his family’s estate, the mountains far in Gautier just visible in the distance behind rolling mist. He picked through the hollows, past his brother’s chambers and his father’s overturned rooms.

He found his mother’s emerald ring hidden inside his bedside table and held it between his thumb and forefinger.

“She is lost, Felix,” the memory of Dimitri said in his ear from a time long past. “The Professor just lost her father, and no one is there to comfort her.”

Felix remembered what he said after that. “What does that have to do with you?” How he regretted that afterward.

Dimitri had smiled ruefully. “In a word…nothing,” he replied. “Just as I now understand her, I find her rather mesmerizing, if not devastating.” He turned to him. “I know you wish to learn from her and that you will be joining her class and the Black Eagles next week. Take care of her.”

It was easy now to ask for her hand. Once, it would have been an ordeal. He would have struggled, tripped over his words like an idiot, and made a fool of himself.

Felix had never been one for romantic gestures. He did not believe in a bouquet of hand-picked roses. He was not one for grandeur. Rather, he said what was on his mind without fuss. He knew what he wanted. In the end that was all that mattered.

He and Byleth returned together to Garreg Mach on the training grounds of what had been the Academy, and the emerald ring shone in the moonlight.

“Marry me,” he said in earnest because he did not lie nor back down.

And though she accepted, he could not help but think that Dimitri would have loved her differently…that her longing love for him across the courtyard would have been what they both needed.

But she had not chosen Dimitri and Dimitri had chosen death.

Felix would cherish her still. Despite what he knew…that he was not her first love. He would cherish what he had left.

“Take care of her.”

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