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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.”

Also available on ao3.

#flash fiction friday #fff214 #fe3h #felileth #felix #byleth #dimitri #dimileth #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #edelgard #crimson flower #felix fraldarius #itsmoonpeaches fanfic #broken mirror

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dpsisquared · 1 day

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do you happen to have any Sylvain of Felix fic recs? (X reader or character type)

Oooh yes a ton. I'm not sure what kind you'd like so I'll give a mix 💙💙

X reader makes me think short and spicy - in which case seakicker is your best friend!! Just read them all, they're so good

Also this angsty-ish jealousy one

For more plot, The Game is the seminal Felileth fic to me. It's perfection. (This author also has an in progress AU that is really cool!)

Another Felileth I love-- a soulmate au where they feel each other's pain. Really wanna do this setup with Dimileth someday but idk what the etiquette is on using someone's idea like that.

Okay last Felileth-- this series that is my go to for something hilarious and adorable to cheer myself up. Click through, the author has some great Sylveth as well

Edit-- just realized I forgot to link the one to Rydia, another great Felileth author

Sylveth!! Again, seakicker linked above. 🔥🔥

I think I've shouted them out before, but SunshineOnACloudyDay and EuphoricMother both have many amazing fics of Sylveth, Felileth (and the ot3 with both of them)! I'm very fond on Sunshine's Sylveth body swap series.

Cute student Byleth AU (click through to the author, I had trouble picking just one!)

Aac7 again. Nom nom nom

Post war happy married couple throne sex. Could there be anything better?

Really sweet hurt/comfort 💙

Man there are so many I could list but I'm out of links! These ships have some wonderfully talented and dedicated authors, so click through on them for a real treasure trove!

#look byleth is allowed to have some backup husbands #but Dimitri is By-way or the highway #felileth #fe3h #asks #sylveth #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem #byleth eisner #blue lions #felix hugo fraldarius #sylvain jose gautier #fanfic recs

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onyxedskies · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Felix Hugo Fraldarius & My Unit | Byleth, Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd & Felix Hugo Fraldarius Characters: Felix Hugo Fraldarius, My Unit | Byleth, Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, Blue Lions Students (Fire Emblem), Sothis (Fire Emblem) Additional Tags: Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, kind of, Battle, Temporary Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence Series: Part 1 of rewind Summary:

They are going to lose. Everyone else is dead. It's a fruitless battle. Byleth thinks she has a solution.

#onyxed writing #felix hugo fraldarius #felix fraldarius #felix fire emblem #felix fe3h #felix fe16 #felix fe #time travel #time travel fix it #byleth eisner #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #fe3h #fe3h fic #fe3h fanfic #fe3h fanfiction

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the-angel-ashe · 1 year

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*Mouth directly on mic* Hello, I've just finished a fanfic

I haven't posted about it here yet, (I've been waiting until it's done) so here you go if you're interested :)

(It's Dimileth, of course. Enemies to lovers. You get it.)

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kumeko · 1 year

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A/N: For the Blades in Hand zine! I wanted some post canon fluff, at least as much as Felix and Byleth allow themselves fluff. XD Last time I had written them in the endings where they go around wandering, so I wanted a more domestic route this time. And all based off the one line in their ending where they end up having duels every time they go home.

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Byleth wasn’t home. It was late at night, Byleth’s carriage should have arrived hours ago, and she still wasn’t home. Felix stood in front of his big bay windows, scowling at the slowly rising moon as though it had personally insulted him. No one would call him a patient man—Ingrid had bemoaned how little it took to set him off—but there was little else to do in the face of delays but wait.

He paced his dimly lit manor, the candles casting just enough light to see. Somewhere, a clock chimed, the hour late. Their children had already been tucked into bed, disappointed and sulking when their mother hadn’t returned. Felix hadn’t the words to comfort them; they had even less patience than he did. It was a Fraldarius thing, this desire to move, this need to get things done immediately and without delay. Byleth had always been good at the waiting game, whether it was teaching in their youth or handling important affairs as she cleaned up a war that she hadn’t started.

Aside from his soft footfalls echoing through the vaulted ceiling and the quiet tickticktick of the clock, the house was silent. The servants had long since finished their duties for the day. Only the stableboy stood outside, waiting to tend to Byleth’s horse. Felix watched the moon rise even higher, its silver rays lighting up the path to their front door. His sword dangled uselessly at his waist.

The clock chimed once, twice—at the eleventh gong, Felix stood stock-still. A familiar figure trotted down the path, her cloak pulled back. In the moonlight, her green hair glowed. Something in him uncoiled at the sight.

There were very few that could touch her, especially now that the war was over. Somehow, that fact never stopped the knots that grew in him whenever she returned late.

He was getting soft. A minor affliction he had feared as an ignorant child, and one that he now embraced as a father.

Her horse stopped at the front door. He listened to the soft murmurs as she talked to the stable boy, as she slipped off her steed and walked to the door. Felix stood in front of the staircase, expression impassive, as she walked in through the doors.

Byleth’s eyes lit up as she spotted him, her lips curving into a rare, soft smile. “I’m back.”

“Late,” he replied evenly, noting the slight limp as she closed the door. Her green cloak looked frayed and torn, and the dark splatters could only be blood.

“There was trouble.” Byleth unfastened her clasp and turned when he approached. “The children?”

“Asleep.” Felix gently pulled off her cloak. Their conversations were always quick, pointed things, like the strikes in fencing. Only the bare bones were needed, only the bullet point summaries had to be uttered. “The blood?”

Looking over her shoulder, Byleth smirked. “Not mine.”

Felix chuckled. He shouldn’t have asked. Stripped down of her travelling gear, he could see that she was perfectly fine. His gaze flickered to her right leg. Almost perfectly fine. Felix touched her hip lightly. Her skin was warm beneath her stockings. “Should we do this tomorrow?”

Byleth rested a cold hand on his, squeezing it lightly. Her other hand cupped his cheek, guiding him down into a firm kiss. He could taste her long, dusty journey on her lips. As she pulled back, she shook her head. “Today. I have not felt your sword in a month.”

Felix didn’t fight his smile. With every year that passed, he realized how lucky he had been to find her. There was no need for words between them, they only got in the way. There was no desire for pleasantries or any of the trappings of society, the social norms that only served to restrain and hinder them.

No, the only thing they needed was the swords attached to their belts and an open space to fight. Sparring was their religion, their weapons their gods, and there was no need for any tradition in their household aside from their clashes. Felix had long learned how to read Byleth’s body, with the reverence that Mercedes put into her prayers, and any questions he had would be answered as they fought.

Felix deposited her cloak in a corner. They could put it away later. The candlebras were fully lit, leaving two bright pools of light on the ground. Felix stepped into one, drawing his one-handed arming sword. The servants had cleared the room of any fragile items. No one had mopped. The area was clear for their fight. “With the clock?”

Byleth rolled her shoulders and cracked her neck as she entered the second pool of light. She drew her sword, a solid two-handed longsword. It didn’t have the same reach as her Sword of the Creator, but in her hands it didn’t need to. “Okay.”

The second hand ticked. He kept his grip relaxed. Her strength versus his speed. They fought so many times, they’d stopped keeping track of the score and focused instead on who was winning. Felix breathed in. Byleth breathed out.

The minute hand moved, a soft tick, and they both sprang forward. He struck first, as always: a sharp thrust to her chest. Byleth parried, a strong stroke that sharply cleaved through the air. Without a pause, she kicked him with her good leg, sending him flying back.

He didn’t miss her wince as she did so. Her leg hurt more than she had admitted. Her stoicism matched his, and it was hypocritical of him to say otherwise. Sliding to a stop on their marbled floor, he ducked at her follow up attack and elbowed her in the chest. Byleth grunted and hit his shoulder with her hilt.

Felix clenched his jaw and jumped back. Her eyes narrowed and he knew that she’d recognized his reaction for what it was: his old shoulder injury acting up again. It liked to do that, some spring nights, when winter’s chill still lingered long after the snow had melted.

Every movement revealed more and more of their time apart: the exhaustion in her arms from her long ride, the boredom of his paperwork dulling his blade, her nose ruddy from the drizzle she’d travelled through. It was better than any letter, more explicit than any conversation. What the memory forgot, the body remembered.

The dance continued: thrust, parry, duck, jab. Muddy footprints recorded their midnight duel. Moonlight streamed through the windows, and Felix was reminded of another starlit dance on a marbled floor, years ago when she had been a mysterious teacher and he hadn’t cared for her beyond her blade. Somehow, Sylvain had convinced her to dance with the entire class.

Felix had spent the entire song stiff, his hands wooden on her shoulder and waist as he impatiently waited for the night to be over. And when they had bumped into each other later, in front of the tower, he had mocked the entire affair.

Settle for being a lover, he had said. If you want passion, look elsewhere.

He had been a fool then. There was no better partner than Byleth, no better dance than that of their blades. There was no settling with Byleth, only rising to each other’s challenges.

And passion could be found everywhere, from their swords to their beds.

They clashed, steel meeting steel, speed opposing strength. Byleth’s eyes were alive in a way he rarely saw otherwise, burning with a fire as she instantly decided her next move. Felix was certain he had the same wild look, his hair flying out of its tie, his lips drawn into a smile that was all teeth and grit.

Since he was a child, he had known there was no place for him in peace. Even with his duties, his friends, his children, it was a feeling that stayed bone deep.

Yet.

Here, in the middle of a fight with his wife, her sword nicking his cheek, his blade grazing her arm, he knew had found the one place he’d belonged. They were two extinct animals, but they were together, and perhaps that was all he had needed: a companion.

Byleth slashed at him. He dodged, but her hilt hit his wrist and he gasped. Before his sword could fall out of his hand, he grabbed it with his other. Sensing weakness, Byleth lunged forward. Felix ducked her thrust and kicked her leg. Her eyes widened and she groaned softly as she fell backward. Before she could hit the ground, he wrapped an arm around her waist, his blade pointed at her neck. “Yield?”

Byleth’s gazed flickered from her sword to his blade to his face. Sighing, she nodded, her weapon falling out of her hands with a sharp clatter. “You win.”

He smirked, pulling her up before he sheathed his own weapon. He kept his hand on her waist, feeling her shudder with every heavy breath. “We’re tied again.”

“No, I’m still one ahead—” Byleth let out a sharp breath and grimaced as she stepped with her hurt foot.

Felix didn’t hesitate before sweeping her off her feet and into his arms. His wrist ached at the added weight. When she shot him a disgruntled look, he pressed a gentle finger on her leg. “A sprain?”

Byleth stared at him for a moment before sighing. “A bruise that hasn’t healed.”

She relaxed, leaning into his chest. Her hair tickled his chin as he tightened his grip and headed up the stairs. Byleth wasn’t one for indulgence, neither was he, but he couldn’t deny the desire sometimes. It had been a month since he’d last held her.

“I missed this,” he murmured. I missed you.

Byleth smiled, hearing the unspoken words. “Me too.”

Their bedroom was considerably brighter than the foyer, the candles scattered on the desks, drawers, and other flat surfaces until the room had a warm, almost cozy feel. It would be annoying to put them out later. Despite that, they were oddly appealing in this late hour.

Years ago, he had told her that he wasn’t a romantic. It was funny how things changed.

Slowly, Felix deposited his wife on their bed, her bright green hair splaying on the dark blue comforter. She rolled over slightly, eyes closed and smiling contentedly as she buried her nose in the fabric. “They still smell of pine. I didn’t think we’d still need them.”

Felix chuckled, immediately guessing what her real question was. “It’ll be another month before we should remove them.”

Byleth was tough, but not Faerghus winter tough. Felix had long suspected the main reason she kept hosting Dimitri’s peace talks at the monastery was not because of its central location, as she claimed, but rather to escape the deep chill of winter. He leaned down, brushing the hair out of her face. Her eyes were emerald bright in the gloom. “The cold will leave soon enough.”

She leaned into his touch. Her cheek was as rough as her hands. “You said that before I left.”

“It is warmer now,” he rebutted, brushing her skin with a thumb. Part him wanted to linger here, to just stay like this. After spending years running, these days Felix found he wanted to stand still. He was getting soft. It had to be old age.

There was a first aid kit in their drawers. Early on in their marriage, they’d discovered it was an essential bedroom item. Between his lies and her deflections, it was a miracle they hadn’t lost a limb from delaying healing. Felix knelt next to the bed, setting the cloth bandages, a water-filled basin, and a washcloth around him.

Byleth moved up to her elbows, regarding him as he gently pried off her mud-encrusted boots. Her tights fared little better, flecked with the dirt. “Rough ride?”

“There was rain.” She exhaled sharply as he slid her tights off her right ankle.

His fingers skimmed her thighs and he fought the urge to investigate higher. Bruised skin greeted him as he examined her bare ankles, small black and purple flowers that ran up her leg. Carefully, Felix held her leg, his lithe fingers gingerly pressing as he assessed the damage. “A bruise?”

“Many bruises,” she admitted reluctantly. When he looked up, brow furrowed and lips a straight line, she sighed. “It looks worse than it feels.”

He pressed on a bruise and she hissed between clenched teeth. Clicking his tongue, Felix dipped the washcloth in the cold water. “How did you ride with this?”

Byleth shivered as the cold water hit her skin. Lightly, he removed the dirt and grime of her journey, the cloth only just touching her leg. “I wanted to see you.”

His hand froze at the comment. “It could have waited.”

“It couldn’t,” she disagreed, bending forward to run a hand through his hair. When he looked up, she cupped his cheek. “It really couldn’t.”

That tiny action, those small words left him as breathless as their fight had. He turned slightly, pressing a kiss with the corner of his mouth before returning to her leg. “What happened?”

Byleth leaned back and stared at the ceiling. “We had found some remnants of the Agarthans. They were stronger than we’d expected.”

It had been years, and they still hadn’t fully wiped out those conniving bastards. Part of Felix thought they never would. “You beat them?”

Byleth snorted derisively. “Of course.”

It was an insulting question. There was no other way she’d answer, after all. Felix changed the topic. “How were the boar’s peace talks?”

Byleth huffed. “The remaining nobles are stubborn—they’ve mostly agreed, but they just want to save face by delaying matters.”

“Old fools.” Felix clicked his tongue; the world was filled with morons. He let go of her leg. Aside from cleaning it, there was little he could do. “Anywhere else?”

Byleth gingerly kicked her leg. Satisfied, she shook her head. “No, that was it.”

“Good.” Felix gently kissed her ankle. He had never considered himself a tender romantic but then again, he had never considered himself a passionate lover either. With Byleth, he found that both suited him. He pressed his next kiss slightly higher up.

Byleth’s breath hitched, and he smirked against her slowly warming skin. It wouldn’t be long before he wiped the journey from her body. Before he could go any further than her knee, a calloused hand cupped his chin, forcing him to look up. Byleth leaned down, kissing him softly, her thumb brushing his cut. It stung. He could taste iron from her bloody lip. She pulled back and patted the space next to her. “Your turn.”

Felix nosed her shoulder, lips skimming her collar. “It’s fine.”

Byleth growled and forced him to stand. “It’s not.”

As though they were still fighting in the foyer, Byleth yanked him down, all but tackling him onto the bed. Now he was the one lying flat on his back, staring at their canopy. She leaned over him, her green hair falling over him like a waterfall. “It’s not,” she repeated firmly, her gaze never leaving his.

“It’s not,” he agreed, reaching up and burying his good hand in her soft hair. Her breath ghosted his lips as he pulled her down.

“Don’t think I’ll fall for this,” she murmured, pulling away before he closed the gap.

Felix glowered at the ceiling before forcing himself to sit up on the bed. She plucked the kit from the floor and plopped it between them. Her knees bumped into his as she adjusted for a more comfortable position. Byleth held out her hand and reluctantly, he placed his injured wrist on her palm.

Now that he was paying attention to it, it throbbed, sending dull jolts of pain up his arm.

“Didn’t think I hit you that hard,” Byleth murmured, her fingers lightly tracing the sprain.

“You got lucky,” he muttered, unable to look away as she tenderly rubbed a cold, white ointment on his skin. Despite her firm grip, her touch was tender and he could barely feel it.

This wasn’t the first time she’d tended to him. It wouldn’t be the last either. Yet, he still couldn’t get used to the sensation, to the feeling of another taking care of him. It was different to Ingrid’s aid, or even Mercedes and Annette’s healing.

Byleth’s fingers sent jolts of electricity down his spine. As she leaned forward, her hair brushed his skin. Cradling his hand as though it were made of glass, she started to wrap it with a cloth tape.

“Any changes here?” she asked, paying no attention to his stare.

Felix shrugged. “Nothing. Just the usual.”

“I didn’t think you’d ever say that.” Byleth chuckled, and he could feel the reverberations where they touched. “I thought you hated routines.”

Felix stiffened, remembering his stupid, foolish declarations in the academy. “I do. But this one…isn’t all terrible.”

She tucked in the end of the wrap, clipping it into place. She didn’t let go of his hand, staring at his palm as though she could read the future there. Maybe she could. Felix wouldn’t be surprised.

After a few moments, she brushed back her hair and kissed his palm. “No, it isn’t.”

His breath hitched as she looked up, her eyes dark and hungry.

There were traditions, rituals they kept whenever they parted, whenever they reunited. The duel. The patching. And now, another dance, a more intimate one without the blades and armour in their way.

Felix wasn’t a patient man. He had waited a month for his wife’s return.

Yet, as his wife pushed him down, her eager fingers already unbuttoning his shirt, he realized that his wife had even less patience than he did.

#felileth #byleth eisner #felix x byleth #felix hugo fraldarius #fe3h #fanfic #it's funny how different he is when I write him with byleth #as opposed to sylvain and ingrid #they soften him #while byleth matches his current edge

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steamymeatbun · 4 months

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idk why but i thought promoting the complete fic here might be beneficial because the fe fandom clings to tumblr (myself included)

i know a couple people who haven't played actually enjoyed it so i'm hoping for the same response?? maybe?? hopefully?? idk i like the story it's kinda very sick

#fe3h oc #fe3houses #fe3h fanfic #fire emblem three houses #felix fraldarius #fe3h byleth #fe3h blue lions

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fandom-friday · 2 months

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The Winter Lady of Fraldarius by teecup_angel (https://archiveofourown.org/works/20859788/chapters/49583813) Fire Emblem: Three Houses. A few months after leaving the monastery, Jeralt goes to an old friend to ask for help in protecting his daughter and helping him find out what the archbishop had done to her. The king of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus, of course agrees to help his old friend. Or, Byleth grows up believing that she is the daughter of Duke Fraldarius and that is just the beginning of the changes to the story. I actually have this saved to my computer. I really enjoyed this one, even though it’s a monster of a fic (by that, I mean word count). I’ve really enjoyed how the game mechanics are translated into the ‘real world’ as well as how the lore of the game is expanded upon.

You're not joking! This fic is MASSIVE (and not complete yet!), and having it saved to your computer is just about the HIGHEST compliment. And while I haven't played this game, I've always been nervous about translating game mechanics to fanfic, so I am tipping my hat to the author. This seems like such a cool concept, and I'm so glad you sent it in! Thank you!

Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)

#FANDOM FRIDAY #creator appreciation #fic rec #fanfiction #fan fic #fire emblem: fuukkasetsugetsu #fire emblem: three houses #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #byleth #byleth fire emblem #fluff #angst #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd x byleth

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adamantineheart · 1 year

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my final three hopes thoughts

AG >>>>>> SB >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> GW

anyway

The Good

AG is basically just dimilix fanfic. like we are either psychics or INTSYS/KT owes us royalties.

The character work in AG was phenomenal. They way they adjusted the characters for their situation but still made them feel like who they are? Fucking ace. SB went a little differently, where certain characters feel much different but I can forgive it because the eagle kiddos were always weird for characterization due to the route split. Which version of these characters you consider canon is up to you.

Whoever wrote the Duscur and Sreng paralogues… I love you. The Duscur paralogue is just so so so emotionally moving and really lets Dedue grieve as he usually isn't allowed and gave Ingrid a lot of closure she desperately needed. Meanwhile Felix gets to just really show what kind of person he is and drive home that what he needs is the present aka Dimitri to feel satisfied (instead of clinging to the past). Sreng was wonderful for the lore, political situation, and all that character work, especially between Sylvain and Matthias.

Monica is the character I didn't know I wanted. I love her…. I've already added background Monigard to two dmlx fics. She's just the perfect amount of unhinged. <3

Playable Rodrigue is one of the best parts of this game. THANK YOU!!!! It also means his optional death is the most impactful of the game, aided by it being centered around dimilix and not Shez.

Voiced Shez is an improvement, as is voiced Byleth. I also appreciate that Shez isn't anyone important and is a student instead of a teacher. Also thank you for only making some characters make romantic overtures toward Shez instead of almost all of them.

There are a lot of excellent paralogues in the game and most of them had a lot of thought put into their setup (which characters were chosen, the premise, the writing, etc).

Making my blorbos uber powerful is a lot of fun 💙Also Felix is such a fun unit (I loved the sword units the most tbf).

Supports are generally amazing. A lot of improvements to some original chains or new versions that add something to the relationship. All new chains altogether that fleshed out relationships we were denied before. Also a lot of ships I hate had reduced supports or had them removed altogether :) No one won as hard as me in the shipping department tbh. 🫡

A great OST again even if nothing hit quite as hard as some of the original final boss themes.

I actually love the setup of the story even if I take issue with individual routes or moments. But it was nice getting out of the academy setting and exploring Fódlan instead.

Did I mention Dimitri and Felix? His Majesty and Duke Fraldarius? They are perfect and I love them.

The Bad

No fucking snow maps in Faerghus.

Edelgard's reunification scheme is 10x worse here than Three Houses because Rhea is willing to ally with her against TWSITD. As usual, Edelgard is stuck in her assumptions on what she thinks is true and refuses have an open dialogue with the Church and Dimitri, choosing violence because she believes she knows what's best for everyone. I've accepted this about her but it's still a hard pill to swallow that dangled her talking to Rhea and Dimitri above our heads and then took it away.

Zahras is badly written independent of route, just like Gronder Field. The desire to make the lords interact even when it’s nonsensical just needs to stop. It sucked every time.

IT’S SO EXPENSIVE TO UPGRADE STUFF (like weapons). LIKE REALLY EXPENSIVE.

Every route had issues, especially toward the end but the worst for me was GW. There was a lot of bad character shit, not just for Claude, though he was the plot instigator of everyone else being out for blood.

Almyra is a joke now I guess. Actually, it flip flops being a joke and completely awful. It’s true they were never great in FE3H but Cyril existed as a contrast. Him not being playable sucked. 🙁

Scarlet Blaze’s convient ending…….. Edelgard’s main enemies just kill each other……….. it just felt like “Why were we even there?” We accomplished nothing.

How dare I not be able to making Dimitri and Felix marry :( WHERE IS THE DIMILIX WEDDING DLC!

#few3h

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mommymooze · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Glenn Fraldarius, Original Female Character(s), Dedue Molinaro, Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, Rodrigue Achille Fraldarius, Garreg Mach Students (Fire Emblem), Felix Hugo Fraldarius, Sylvain Jose Gautier Additional Tags: Time Skips, Post-Time Skip, War, Blood and Injury, Fire, Burns, Angst Summary:

Glenn Fraldarius did not die. This is the story.

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Fire Emblem Engage is coming

Here I sit, in my little corner with a party hat and noise maker. Yay! New Fire Emblem

The rest of the world: my favorite is missing, I hate their art, this is a remake of 4. Coke/Pepsi or Toothpaste? We don’t like it.

Me: I’m going to love it. I will play it. It is so cool.

18 notes - Posted September 13, 2022

Headcannon thought: Hubert leaves dead assassins on Byleth’s doorstep once a month.

Comparing him to a cat that gifts their owner dead animals all the time.

20 notes - Posted October 3, 2022

I really liked your Seteth x Reader fic. Do you think Seteth considers his "true" name to be Cichol and that it would be more emotional for him to be called such, or do you think Seteth is his chosen name and that he prefers being addressed by this name at this stage in his life?

In my humble opinion, Seteth's given name being Cichol is certainly special to him. Throughout the many years, hundreds if not a few thousand, he recognizes that as his calling and only name. At that point in his life he considers Cichol to be his “true” name. The name given him when he was born. The name that he grew up with in his family, arguing with and being rowdy, rough housing with his brothers. The name his beautiful wife called him and filled him with joy whenever he heard her say it. It has so much emotion and feelings tied to its use.

Then, as sometimes it happens with beings that live extremely long lives, it behooves them to get lost within the rabble, take on a new name, a new location, and a new identity. The humans he lives among do not live for even a hundred years. Eventually they would discover a few of his secrets, notice that he is different. Humans do not understand that which is different. Different is wrong, misunderstood and feared. That which humans fear is hated and destroyed. Before things reach that point, he must disappear, and reappear in another place, reinvented.

This would be easy for a man on his own, however he has been blessed with a daughter. A daughter who fought alongside in a great war, suffered great injury and was in a restorative sleep for many, many years. He is her only protector. For her he will do anything that is necessary to guard her and her wellbeing. He would sequester himself away from all mankind, living on a distant seashore with only the birds and wild animals to keep him company to keep his only child safe in his care while she sleeps.

As we meet Seteth (as he calls himself currently) he poses as brother to his own daughter. It was his opinion that they would blend in more easily than if he were to say she is his daughter. For the security and safety of his daughter, he prefers the name Seteth. The location, at the church, surrounded by the history that shared of Saint Cichol, he knows how dangerous that could be. Kidnap Flayn, and the evildoers could possibly have a genuine bona fides Saint playing on their team.

As an act of great faith, trust and deep love with another person, it is possible that he would reveal his “true” name to another, to only be used in a manner of utmost confidentiality and only between the two of them. (plus Flayn/Cethleann).

I hope this answers your question. Thanks for asking! (off the record, I think it would be extremely romantic for him to tell his beloved that they may call him Cichol. The trust, the love, must surely be immense for him to agree to that!)

27 notes - Posted January 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

advice for teen authors?

First: do what you love, love what you do. Write for yourself first and foremost. If you write and do not like it or even hate it, how can you expect anyone else enjoy it?

Write. Write a lot, write all the time. Write good stuff. Write great stuff. Write things others won’t like. Write for yourself. Write in different styles. See what types of writing you feel most comfortable with.

Read. Learn from reading. Study other writers. Read books about your favorite subjects, remember those writers know how to get their work published. Reading gives insight as to how writers develop their characters, their plot. How to pace a story. How do they end a story? How do they begin it?

Develop your skills of observation. What happens when you eat a piece of toast? Sight, sound, smell, touch, feel, emotion, physical attributes, everything. Use all of your senses when writing, it brings your words to life. Keep notebooks and diaries about what interests you. What may have been a strange thought in your head before bed last week can suddenly be turned into a pivotal point in your next story.

Travel. See the world. Write it down as you go. Every single time I have traveled to someplace new, I buy a new notebook, filling it with the experiences. I write about things happening, people I have met, someone or something looking unusual. I make notes about something said that caught my attention, how someone saw a different side to things. While you are at it, take photos. Tons of photos. I take pictures of everything, a building, the sidewalk, marks on the walls, interesting carvings above a doorway.

There are a million resources available on the internet. Subscribe to some writing idea and writing improvement tumblrs, ones to help with writing better, follow blogs giving you ideas, look into those writing tips provided. I’ve reblogged quite a few different great blogs in the past. Don’t overwhelm yourself. Small steps forward lead to the greatest improvements.

Find friends, seek help from experts, take classes. Learn more about writing. Join a discord server where other people write stories like yours. Improve your vocabulary. Dictionaries & thesauruses are wonderful. Powerthesaurus.org is amazing. It can give definitions synonyms antonyms, thesaurus results then suggests words, phrases and idioms.

Talk to people. Maybe you are shy or introverted. Perhaps you can speak with someone in your own family? My grandmother shared so many stories of her youth, things were very very different at that time. I wish that I could have published her biography, she lived through so many different events. Some of her stories have become part of my stories. It makes me happy to the point of tears that I can include her stories as part of my own.

Being a teen is hard. Go easy on yourself. Write. Maybe you will keep writing. Maybe you will take a break for 10 years and come back to it. That's fine. There are a million other things I would love to tell you that I've learned or found interesting that perhaps may be useful to you as well.

67 notes - Posted October 26, 2022

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targentis · 11 months

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Ummmm 3, 8, 13, 14, 41 ^_^ for the fe3h ask game

3. Who is your favorite FE3H voice actor?

ummm pretend that i wrote down everything that i said out loud to you on call <3 you are the only one who gets to know the answer to this

(Chris Hackney OBVIOUSLY, followed by Alejandro Saab NOT for his performance as Yuri but for his later performance as Osvald in Octopath Traveler II, and honorary mention goes to Lucien Dodge simply for making Felix sound as bitchy as humanly possible)

8. What storyline threads should have had more development / been further explored?

i wish the Crimson Flower route was longer <3 god forbid women do anything. there are a lot of support convos i wish had gone into more depth too like idk ANY of Felix's but like whatever HFGHDBF

13. Post a link to your favorite FE3H fanfic.

you just want me to post a link to Cerise Sun >:(

14. If you’ve posted your own fanart or fanfic, post a link to the piece you are most proud of.

i wish i was done with the Garreg Mach Horror Film Festival or else i would post it here. but everyone should read A Cold Night in House Fraldarius for pain and suffering <3

41. What is a favorite character headcanon (can be one you came up with or one you liked / adopted from someone else)?

Ashe and Felix are divorced WAIT I REMEMBER NOW

Hubert harvested Linhardt's gender while he was sleeping and that's why Linhardt has No Gender and the rest of the Black Eagles have so many.

i also really like the headcanon of Byleth being the Most college professor ever like. that is real and true and i love the idea of them grading papers while their students start a war

#beneath the ask #blaiddydboyfriend #that headcanon question Got Me that was the only one i could possibly think of

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redmomo00 · 2 years

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I did a fanart inspired in the Winter Lady of Fraldarius by teecup_angel!! I love this fanfic so much!!

#fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fe3h fanfic #byleth eisner #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #fe3h lambert #fe3h rodrigue #felix fraldarius #glenn fraldarius #jeralt eisner #fe3h fanart #artwork

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stringcheeseboiii · 3 years

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A Little Coffee and A Little Crush

a modern coffeeshop au featuring sylvain/f!byleth. no content warnings. 1.2k words. enjoy!!

If Sylvain worked at a quaint coffee shop, there would have been a bell on the door. It would have a little ribbon attached to it, too. And it would ring really loudly every time someone went in or out, gaining attention for a moment before it faded out of mind. But this was just a regular Starbucks.

Someone cleared their throat behind him, not sounding at all like that pretty bell.

"Are you going to distribute these, or do I need to do it for you?” his coworker, Felix, asked. His tone was as bitter as the coffee they served every day.

“No, I’ve got it!” Sylvain said, straightening up and hurrying from the register where he had been daydreaming. He picked up the indicated tray of coffee cups with names scribbled on them and flashed a smile at Felix.

“Sorry!”

Felix rolled his eyes and began rearranging the desserts in the glass display case. Sylvain knew they were already fine because he had personally set them up this morning and liked to think he had an eye for that sort of thing. Well, whatever.

“Hi!” he greeted the table of college students huddled around a circular table, with a laptop open in front of each of them, soaking up the coffee scent and the free wi-fi.

“Shh…” one of them hissed, and Sylvain winced, feeling bad that he distracted her. She seemed to be working on some sort of assignment.

“Just put them in the middle, please,” her more polite friend said, moving aside some papers and pencil shavings. Sylvain did so.

“So for three-point-one, you just explained page 113, basically?”

“Wait, I didn’t do that problem like that!”

“Hmm… I don’t get this at all.”

“Why would they design this stupid test like this?”

“I really don’t know.”

It was none of Sylvain's business whether they cheated, so he made no comment.

“Thanks,” one of the students said as he finished and tucked the tray under his arm. She held up a couple of crumpled dollar bills without a glance up at him. Sylvain tucked them into the pocket of his apron that he kept tips in to keep them away from the straws. Felix was ringing up another small group of customers while Sylvain was putting the tray away. He got to work on the new orders as soon as Felix handed over the ticket.

“So uh…” Sylvain asked once the customers had gone to the end of the counter to wait. “You seeing anybody lately?”

Felix shot him a withering look.

“Of course not,” he said, reaching under the counter to aggressively unroll a few packages of quarters. “I have more important things to do.”

“Okay, then,” Sylvain muttered, sprinkling cinnamon on top of two lattes.

“What about you? Which girlfriend are you on this week? Number forty-seven or something?”

“Felix, you wound me. I’ll have you know I’m happily single and working on myself at the moment.”

Felix snorted.

“That’s the biggest lie I ever heard.”

Sylvain sighed, clicking lids into place with a snap.

"Just kidding,” he laughed. “I’m alone and absolutely miserable.”

“Hmph.”

“Really? No sympathy at all?”

There was no reply or sympathy to be found. Sylvain took the drinks to the counter, calling out the names as he went. He made a show of sulking his way back to the register, but Felix still did not offer the desired condolences at his lack of a partner. Sylvain crouched down to root around in the cabinet for new pens. The signature ones were getting too dry to use. He contemplated which color— black or blue— to restock with and also why he was doomed to have all his romantic relationships fail when Felix said, again, “Sylvain!”

Sylvain grabbed a handful of multiple colors of pens and banged the back of his head on the overhanging counter.

“Ow!” he yelped, grabbing at the injury with his free hand and kicking the cabinet door shut.

“Welcome to Starbucks; can I take your order?”

He exercised a lot of self-control not to jump over the counter and propose to the newcomer on the spot.

“Yes,” she said, in a flat tone that felt sort of out-of-place for such a gorgeous girl. “One iced coffee, grande.”

“Uh-huh,” Sylvain said, his brain feeling like scrambled eggs as he tried to put in the correct code for that drink. Not wanting to overcharge her by mistake, he read the total in his head several times. on his fourth or so check, she asked, “Can I just swipe my card now?”

“What?” he said, “Oh, yes! Yes, that’s right. your total is $2.87.”

While she swiped her card and punched in her information, Sylvain tried to come up with something to compliment. something nice, something she would remember…

“I like your lipstick,” he said, holding out the receipt with the most easygoing smile he could manage. He was not nervous, he was not nervous, he was not…. okay, fine, he was nervous. It made matters worse when she gave him a blank stare.

“I’m not wearing lipstick.”

“Ah.”

She folded up her receipt, and he was about to give up all hope when she suddenly smiled.

“Your hair is cool,” she said with an affirmative nod. Sylvain instinctively reached up for it, then remembered he should not really ruffle up his hair in a kitchen environment. He let his hand fall back to his side.

“Thank you. Oh, also, what name for the cup?”

“Byleth.”

“Hmm, that’s very unique.”

“Yes. It’s Russian.”

“Really?”

“… No.”

Sylvain laughed and wrote her name in the prettiest cursive he could manage.

“Just a minute,” he promised, fixing up her drink with more care than he had put into most things in his life. He almost wished she had ordered something fancier, but that was slightly selfish.

She watched him work, tucking her pale green hair behind her ears and resting her elbows on the tall counter.

"At least you won't have to work on yourself anymore," Felix whispered as he passed by Sylvain with a fresh tray of pastries. Sylvain shook his head in warning before making his way to the Byleth counter and offering her the drink and straw.

"Need anything else? Sugar? Milk?"

"Sugar, please," Byleth said, poking the straw through the lid and waiting. Her nails were painted black, Sylvain noticed as he put the packets in her hand. He tried not to think too hard about whether their fingers had brushed each other. She clutched the packets of sugar to the side of her cup, giving him a little wave with her newly freed hand.

"See you around," he said.

"Okay."

And then she was gone. And it occurred to Sylvain that he did not know for sure whether he would see her around after all. That was not even the worst part: he had forgotten to include his number among the things she left with-- which included his heart.

#fe3h #fe3h fanfiction #fe3h fanfic #sylvain jose gautier #felix hugo fraldarius #byleth eisner #f!byleth #sylvain x byleth #ahhhh this is the first fanfic i've posed on here #hope you enjoyed it!!!#i like this story because it's so happy and bright lol

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ok so I’ve been quietly writing a fanfic based on @cosumosu‘s Crimson Flower Bad Ending AU they made a while back, so here’s some bits from that fic but out of context. it’s great. thank you for inspiring me!!

maybe one of these days I’ll get brave enough to actually publish it on Ao3...?? I’m almost 50k words in, HELP

#my art #fe3h #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem fanfic #but out of context #fire emblem au #fire emblem three houses au #fe3h au #crimson flower bad ending au #byleth eisner #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #claude von riegan #yuri leclerc #ashe ubert #felix fraldarius #sylvain jose gautier #balthus von albrecht

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sevarix-blogs · 3 years

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How about the bandaging hand one with Felix and F!Byleth? Please?

You know, I’ve had Felix / F!Byleth requested a few times now and each time I like it even more! Thanks for the request. :)

Felix scoffed when he saw her. How could she be so careless? Perhaps the war was finally getting to her, but he hadn’t thought she’d be this careless. Of all the ways to injure yourself during a war, he wouldn’t have thought she of all people would cut her hand with a kitchen knife while chopping a carrot of all things.

And of course she was walking so casually back to her tent. As if nothing was wrong.

Felix followed her. “Hey. Come back here.”

She turned to him, looking at him with concern. “Is everything all right?”

Is everything all right? Was she really that clueless? “Your hand. You cut yourself.”

She shrugged. “Ashe took over cooking duty. I’ll get it bandaged up in a minute.”

He huffed. “How can you bandage your own hand?” He turned and moved toward the medical supply crates. “I guess I’ll do it since no one else is around to help.”

He grabbed some bandages from a crate, and when he turned back around, she was smiling at him as if she was holding back a laugh. He ignored it.

She took a seat on the ground, and he sat next to her, carefully cleaning off the wound.

“You need to be more careful,” Felix said as he began wrapping the bandage around her palm. “We need you. We can’t have you injuring yourself while cooking.”

“The knife handle broke,” she explained plainly. “I’ve been through worse.”

Felix had no doubts she did, but it still bothered him for a reason he couldn’t quite put into words. He tried anyway. “It’s just that… you really increase morale when you fight with us. And I… I feel like we can win when I fight beside you.”

She nodded. “I’m glad.”

“And it’s just… everything feels different when you’re not there. You even got the bo-- um, Dimitri to be himself again. You have that effect on all of us.” Goddess, now he was just rambling, wasn’t he? Why couldn’t he be better with words? He’d even take Sylvain’s drivel over what came out of his mouth now.

But still, she listened to him without interruption, looking back at him reassuringly.

It was only then Felix realized he had been holding her hand the entire time.

His face went hot. He must’ve done it to hold down the bandage once he was done, but how could he not have noticed how long it had been? Had she tried to pull her hand away without him noticing?

If Byleth had noticed, she didn’t appear to make any indication of it. Instead she stood, still holding Felix’s hand as if nothing had happened. “It looks like the food might be ready soon. Better get there before Ingrid does.”

Felix felt himself relax, and even smiled. “Yeah. I know that all too well.”

She smiled back at him. “And… thanks, Felix. I always feel more at ease fighting by your side.”

He decided she had indeed noticed him holding her hand. Perhaps she enjoyed it as much as he did.

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beyondthetower · 3 years

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Poppies in the Graveyard (Byleth x Felix)

Summary: In an attempt to make sense of what has happened in the past five years, Byleth finds herself at her parents grave.

Characters/Pairing: Byleth x Felix

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: Lil bit o’ angst

A/N: I’m marrying Felix in my VW play-through and I didn’t think I would have that many feelings for him but man did I fall hard for this brooding boy.

It rained all weekend. Rainy days had a way of squirming their way into Byleth’s heart and hardening it. It reminded her of her father’s death. Reminding her that soon as he had passed, had smiled at her one last time, the heavens opened up. Symbolic: that’s what people called it. People that didn’t know the truth of who she was. It was like the Goddess wept with you, Mercedes had said a few days after it happened. Byleth wanted to correct her, to tell her that the Goddess wept whenever she wept because they were one in the same. But it didn’t matter much to her who understood and who didn’t.

That had been so many years ago that Byleth wondered if people even remembered her father’s death or if it had become just another nameless sacrifice in the sake of somebody’s “greater good”. It broke her heart to think that it was a possibility.

Now, on rainy days, Byleth would move without thinking. She would wake up, eat, grab some flowers from the greenhouse, and make her way to the cemetery.

Before her father told her the story of her mother, she would often find him standing by her gravestone. One day she had been walking back from training with Dimitri and noticed him hovering over the site with flowers. She had brushed it off at first. Surely he had known plenty of knights that were buried there. But the flowers made her wonder. And the frequency of his visits did too. She probably should have realized before he told her.

“Hi father. Hi mother.”

Byleth placed the flowers by the weathered stone. She sat down in the wet grass, ignoring the cold. Pulling her knees up to her chest, she smiled at the site of her father’s name resting beside her mothers. While she had never known much about her mother, Byleth could still feel the love he had for her. The few times he would mention her, the love on his face was rivaled only by the look he’d give her after she’d done particularly well in battle: a heart-swelling pride. It made her feel a connection she never realized she needed. She often told them that. On these visits, since the rain kept most people inside, Byleth often found herself talking to both of them.

“Whenever I was in a bad mood, father would always bring me whatever flowers he could find where we had set up camp that day.” Byleth smiled at the memory. “I always thought it was so out of character, as much as I loved them. But I see now that isn’t the case.”

She shuffled her feet into the dirt and watched the rain pool into the divots her heels made.

“The poppies were my favorites. I don’t know if I ever told you that, but they were. You must have known because you’d bring them often. Although, don’t think I didn’t notice you would bring them here, father. Does that mean they were my mother's favorite too?”

There was a low rumble of thunder in the distance. She hadn’t realized a storm was coming. It was still far off, and she hoped it wouldn’t blow away her flowers. It made her wonder about what Mercedes had said. Did the heavens open for her? Did storms manifest when she felt them start to stir within herself? Did she subconsciously make the rain when she needed an excuse to see them the most?

“Professor?”

Byleth was surprised to see Felix standing over her, his figure a silhouette in the dim light of the flickering oil lamps. His thick, fur coat hung loosely on his shoulders, like he was only wearing it because someone told him he had to. “Felix,” she said quickly, with a wrinkle in her brow.

He scoffed. “Don’t sound so surprised,” he said. “I might have hated the guy but he was still my father.” He nodded toward the freshly planted stone beside her.

Byleth had forgotten that Rodrigue was buried there. He had only been gone a few weeks, and Ingrid had tried so desperately to figure out a way to get him back home for a proper burial that Byleth assumed that she had had happened. But on the grave beside her parents, Duke Rodrigue Achille Fraldarius was etched in large letters. She felt guilty for not bringing him anything.

“Is that Captain Jeralt’s grave?” Felix asked, squatting down beside her.

She nodded.

“Is there another name there?” Felix squinted at the fading text.

“My mother.” Byleth felt a warmth in her chest at the mention of her. She liked the sound of it. She wasn’t much for sentimentality, and she had never known her to begin with, but the past few months had made her softer. She wanted to know more about her past, and to pass that on to others.

She had a mother.

“I didn’t realize your mother was buried here,” he admitted. “In fact. I’ve never really thought about your mother at all. I just kind of assumed it was always just you and the Captain.”

“It was,” she agreed. “I never knew her. I was told she died from illness when I was small, and I just assumed she was buried in some far off village somewhere.”

“Told?”

Felix was a lot more perceptive than people gave him credit for. It made sense with how good he was in battle. He picked up on small things to use them to his advantage. But he never seemed to turn it off. He could pinpoint things about people that they thought they could hide away. Or, in Byleth’s case, pick up on words that only heightened the mystery that was her past.

“I didn’t find out the truth until later. Until after my father died,” she admitted.

“And she’s buried here,” Felix pointed out. “But I thought you had never been to the Garreg Mach before you started the job here.”

“I was born here,” she told him, and glanced back down at her parents stone. “Apparently. But my mother didn’t make it. The reasons behind it were...complicated. My father had been skeptical about it, and once I was born the church had this weird fascination with me that made him nervous.” She hadn’t meant to tell him this but she was glad to. It felt nice to talk about her family, as foreign as it was. And a reassuring calm had washed over her, urging her on.

“There was a fire that year apparently,” she went on. “One that claimed a lot of the living quarters, ours included. Father had used the opportunity to steal me away. After the death of my mother he didn’t feel much of an attachment to the place, and he was worried about the church’s growing obsession with me. So he hid me in a bundle in the stables and went to deliver the news to Lady Rhea that the baby had perished in the fire.”

“Risky move,” Felix said. “Hiding a baby in the stables. What if you had cried? He would have been killed.”

“I never cried,” she told him.

Felix looked at her, an eyebrow raised. “All babies cry.”

“That’s why it was so weird that I didn’t,” she added. “When my father died, I found his journals. That’s how I found all of this out. In it, he said that I was a very stoic baby. I never laughed, never cried, never made a sound. I only spoke when I was older when I absolutely needed to.” She smiled to herself again. “As weird as it was, Father kind of loved it. He always said I was the perfect person to live with, not being one for idle conversation.”

There was a huff beside her that Byleth thought might have been a laugh.

“When the Captain died,” Felix said finally. “Everyone was so sad at the passing of a great knight that I feel like…” He paused, either to choose his words carefully or to recall himself. “Did anyone check on you?”

Byleth was quiet for a moment. She felt the sting of tears rising in her eyes and she wondered why such a simple question would incite such a reaction. The truth was, it wasn’t a straight forward answer. She didn’t have time to be checked on. She was thrust into the work of teaching, preparing her students for battle, and devising new tactics to fit the new enemies they were facing. She wasn’t quite sure she had time to be checked on.

Felix shifted uncomfortably beside her. “One of us should have...I mean...someone should have…”

“It was complicated,” Byleth tried.

“It always is. That isn’t an excuse.”

“You didn’t know,” she added.

“I did though.”

He looked down at his Rodrigue’s grave then. Byleth had almost forgotten that there had been a reason he was there in the first place. She felt a pang of guilt at having blubbered on about her own parents when Felix’s wound was still fresh. The grass hadn’t even begun to sprout on his father’s plot yet.

“How are you doing?” Byleth asked to break the tension. “After your father, I mean.”

Felix huffed again, a dark smile spreading across his face. “It’s complicated,” he parroted.

“I’ve been told that’s not an excuse.”

“Too true.” Felix pushed himself back up onto his feet and tore his gaze away from his father’s stone. “Maybe some other time. That storm is coming this way pretty quickly.”

Byleth looked over the cemetery walls toward the forest beyond. The clouds were darker now. Blades of lightning struck silently in the distance, hinting at the impending chaos. She wondered if they would affect her at all.

He nodded over toward the low glimmer of the dormitory windows. “Come on,” he said. “I’ll walk you back.”

She agreed, and pushed herself up onto her feet. “And you’ll tell me how you’re doing on the walk back?” she tried. “Complications and all?”

Felix huffed another amused breath and gestured toward the stairs. “Another time, perhaps,” he told her. “I don’t think the walk is quite long enough.”

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