#kids with big duties :( .. sylvain

[onyxedskies]

Could you talk a little more about the complexities of Blue Lions?

I agree that almost everyone puts them down and says they're simple, when in reality they're just as complex as the other houses.

i'm so sorry this took so long (homework is gonna be the death of me i swear) but oh my god anon i love you

in the reblogs of the original post i did expand on them a bit individually but i am absolutely happy to talk about it more

sylvain takes his duty seriously as the future margrave gautier, which is something not a lot of people talk about. he inherits the title in literally every single one of his endings in every route (you can fact check if you want) and it’s said that he does an excellent job helping fódlan regrow and protecting the northern border from sreng in every one of them. his only reservation about it is the existence of his crest and the shit he got because of it, both from strangers and from his brother. he’s also incredibly smart (see: his supports with annette (houses), shez (hopes), his three hopes a support with felix, his three hopes supports with ashe, his three hopes supports with ignatz) and a very caring person/good friend (see: his three houses supports with dedue, mercedes, bernadetta, lysithea, dimitri, and manuela, and his three hopes supports with ingrid, mercedes, felix, dedue, and dimitri). he’s reliable (there’s a ton of evidence to that, especially in three hopes) and it’s established that he’s one of the best tacticians out there. he’s passionate about devaluing crests despite benefitting from them to the outward eye, and is always ready to help when he can. he also has low self esteem and shoves his feelings out of the way. he throws himself into various engagements with women as a form of self-destruction, never allowing himself to actually fall in love with them and treating them like shit so he doesn't get attached. he doesn't see himself as worthy of love, and so he does what he can to taunt himself with the idea with it and then rip it away from himself (see: his supports with byleth, yes, he’s a flirt and that is a big aspect of his character, but it’s not the only aspect, which more people need to acknowledge.

felix also takes his role as duke seriously, which is something a lot of people ignore. he does abandon his title in some of his endings, but none of them are AM endings. he cares about dimitri, as much as he is loathe to admit it. he's driven by emotions and sentimentality despite his inability to display emotions, hatred for outward sentimentality, and cold exterior, as proved by his three hopes supports with ingrid. and that cold exterior he developed was to cope with what felt to him like the loss of both his father and brother, and later dimitri (who he likely saw as a brother figure then). he says, point blank, that he is far from immune to emotion in his a support with dimitri in three houses. he's stubborn, yes, but not unbearably so, and he's a softy at heart. it's said in his b support with lysithea in three houses that he gave the cake she gave him to a kid, implying he doesn't mind kids as he could have just given the cake to sylvain or ingrid or another one of his friends. he's not a bad guy and doesn't spread rumors, as proved by his supports with annette in three houses. he's highly adaptable and reacts to situations in whatever way will compliment who he's with, as said in his a support with shez. his tactics can be wild but he's still incredibly smart and a vital part of their strategies both on and off the battlefield, as said by ingrid in their three houses c support and dedue in their three hopes support. he's a good friend, as said by ashe in their three hopes support and his actions before his supports in three hopes with sylvain. he's not just an emotionless swordsman who hates his dad.

ingrid isn't just a stickler about rules. she's sentimental and incredibly mature for her age (likely due to being so ostracized from her brothers and having glenn, felix, sylvain, and dimitri as childhood friends), and is willing to go to great lengths for her loved ones, even if it does go to the extreme sometimes. she saw bernadetta hiding in her room regularly and took it upon herself to help, as she had done the same thing after glenn's death. she knows felix well enough to be able to coax him to class in their c support. she was lead to believe something false, but rectifies that in her supports with dedue and realizes the faults in her ways beforehand in three houses and in three hopes gives up on that hate as more information is revealed about the tragedy. she's also very well-read and can separate her fantasies and ideals from her duties, no matter how much it pains her to do so. she's not afraid to ask for help when it comes to less personal matters, but is also fiercely independent and loathes bothering other people with her personal affairs, such as marriage proposals and her turmoil about being a knight vs being count galatea. it's clear that she loves her home, as she knows that she would likely be the best candidate for the role of count, but she doesn't want to give up on her dreams despite that. though she resigns herself to her fate in three hopes, she allows herself to get comfortable enough with byleth in three houses to reach a conclusion that combines her duty and her dream. she admits to sylvain that he's the one who dragged her from her grief after glenns death, and she allows herself to learn the truth eventually. she's far more complex than people give her credit for.

ashe is not your soft boy. i see so much shit about him being just some soft uwu boy when he so absolutely isn’t. he was orphaned, left to raise two younger siblings, and had to turn to thievery all before his tenth birthday and is still regretful for the things he had to do to survive. he is undeniably good. however, that doesn’t mean he’s soft and harmless and has to be protected. he wants to be a knight, even knowing what that entails. he becomes a soldier at 16 years old and has to watch as his classmates puts the man who saved him to the sword. he’s a general in three houses and a knight in three hopes, and he fights in the war in both games. yes, he’s incredibly caring, he can cook, he holds onto his fantasies, his ideals can be a bit naive. but he is not just some little boy you get to fawn over, when he’s been orphaned twice over and lied to about his older brothers death and still continues to smile and still hasn’t given up hope for the future. he is capable of making hard decisions, able to decide things for himself. he was the only one going into the lions who didn’t know someone else, and three months later it’s his father attacking the church, and yet he keeps smiling and keeps going and makes valuable bonds despite that. and, again, he had to do regrettable things as a child. he lived on the streets while raising his siblings. he’s seen it all, and i’m tired of people pretending he hasn’t. he’s also phenomenal at reading people (there’s a lot of evidence but specifically citing his three hopes support with felix). he’s not just your soft boy.

also, mercedes has been through hell!! and people never remember it!!! she had to watch as her mother was used to give count bartels a child with a crest and then was thrown out. she had to leave her brother behind. she said in her a support with byleth that joining the war was the first choice she had ever made of her own free will. after the timeskip, she is twenty-eight. and yes, she's a big sister character, and yes, she is extremely caring for all the other lions, but she's not just that. she's always excited to learn and is incredibly innovative (her supports with ashe, her supports with dedue (hopes and houses), her c support with dimitri, the fact taht she willingly went to the fhirdiad school of sorcery). she's smarter than people give her credit for and has brilliant people skills and does genuinely enjoy taking care of other people (her b support with ferdinand, her supports with jeritza, her supports with felix, her supports with cyril, her supports with hilda). she's very devout to her faith, but she's even more devout to her friends and family. she has never once lived for herself (a trend with the lions, truly) but never begrudges that. she's not a simple baker; she's smart and kind and has a terrifying side of mischief in her. she often teases her friends, including byleth, but is incredibly respectful of everyones boundaries (see: her supports with felix). also, back to the hardships she's been through, her adoptive father literally bought her because of her crest. she and sylvain bond over this and the troubles that their crests have brought them, and she was perfectly happy to let sylvain rant to her about it while also offering her own experiences to show him that he wasn't alone. she's such a caring character and such a good friend, which people often neglect when talking about her, and all of this is reinforced in three hopes. there is so much more about her but i'm cutting it off here because otherwise this is going to be far too long.

annette is not just ditzy and hard-working!! she is a multi-faceted character with so many different aspects about her!! she's carefree and allows herself to actually act her age. she lets herself be silly and carefree and have fun. she's highly artistic (see: her supports with ingrid, felix, claude, and kind of mercedes) and a good friend, and she knows how to go about things when they go south. she's good in an emergency - better than most, in fact - and has the determination to get her and everyone else through. yes, she's a bit of an airhead, but she's incredibly dilligent and hardworking despite that. it's established that she doesn't really know how to take a break (supports with byleth), and that her uncle is really rather strict which leaves her to deal with low self-esteem, which was undoubtedly worsened by the fact that gilbert spends so long ignoring her (directly: supports with dedue. indirectly: her supports with byleth and caspar, how her preferred method after getting a “bad” is to console her). she's also a highly competitive person (see: supports with lysithea, a little bit in her supports with sylvain). she loves helping people (supports with dedue, supports with ashe, supports with ashe in three hopes, solo ending, and endings with byleth, claude, linhardt, non-CF caspar, non-AM felix, dedue, mercedes, hanneman, and gilbert). she's also a powerful mage despite wind magic not necessarily being the strongest. she's afraid of letting people down and disappointing them, which she says straight-up in her supports with hilda. she's highly inquisitive and loves to learn, though tends to be self-conscious when it comes to taking up other peoples time with it (supports with lysithea and hanneman). people need to stop using her just as comedic relief when that's not all there is to her.

there is so much more to dedue than his devotion to dimitri, which people tend to neglect. yes, he's stoic and not necessarily the best conversationalist, but he's a deeply caring person and while he doesn't trust easily, once he trusts you he will be the best friend you will ever have (supports with shez). he loves kids and hates that he scares them (supports with mercedes in three hopes). he cares about his culture, as shown in his supports with mercedes, byleth, ashe, and sylvain in three houses and his general role in three hopes. he cares deeply, enough so that he's willing to distance himself from people because he is of duscur and doesn't want to risk tarnishing their reputation (almost every three houses support, supports with mercedes in three hopes). he doesn't begrudge those that hate the people of duscur, despite the fact that he likely should, and even seems somewhat surprised that him being from duscur isn't why felix hates him and is always surprised when faerghans don't hate him despite it all (supports with sylvain, ashe, and mercedes). he's clearly gentle, shown by the time he spends in the kitchen and greenhouse with materials that you cannot be rough with. he is willing to teach people (his supports with mercedes in three houses, his supports with sylvain in three houses, his supports with flayn, implied in his supports with petra in three hopes, his supports with annette in both three houses and three hopes) but he is also willing to be taught (his supports with mercedes in three hopes, implied in his supports with petra in three hopes, his supports with ashe in three hopes). he's truly such a caring person, which people always look over and neglect due to his stoicism and stern disposition. he is hesitant to talk to people, yes, but for good reason: so many people hate him just because of false information, so obviously he would rather not take the risk of someone attacking him for something he had no control over.

they are so much more than people give them credit for and it breaks my heart to see them simplified so often.

#blue lions #fe3h #fe16 #few3h #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem warriors three hopes #fire emblem three hopes #three houses #three hopes #fire emblem #fe #felix fe #felix fe3h #fe3h felix #fe felix #felix fraldarius #felix hugo fraldarius #sylvain fe #sylvain fe3h #fe3h sylvain #fe sylvain #sylvain gautier #sylvain jose gautier #sylvain fire emblem #felix fire emblem #fe ingrid #ingrid fe3h #fe3h ingrid #ingrid fe #ingrid fire emblem

[callmewishful]

Man this took a totally different turn than I planned. Gautier Family Week day 3: Duties (ish? lol)

(There is hunting and the stuff that goes with it in this, just as a fair warning. Nothing graphic though!)

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Miklan watched from the side of the bed as his second mother gently brushed back a mess of flaming red hair. The baby had been born many hours ago, but this was the first time Miklan got to see him.

“What do you think, Miklan?” His mother asked. Miklan had already been forewarned that this was a trick question.

Truthfully, Miklan wasn’t sure what to think. The baby was a weird shade of red and kind of boring. That brought the little bundle in his mother’s arms into a negative light. He had been told that having a little sibling would be fun. If all this baby did was sleep, how could he be any fun?

Still, no matter Miklan’s true feelings, he had been informed that he should give positive responses only. His mother had gone through many hours of pain and the least Miklan could do for her was be polite. “I dunno. He’s quiet.”

Miklan did think the baby was polite to be so silent. Nieve had said that the baby would cry and be loud. But the baby gained a little of Miklan’s good feelings by proving Nieve a liar. Since Miklan had been in the room, it hadn’t cried once.

“He’s very sleepy.” She told him, looking far more tired than the little baby. Even more tired than after the night her and Miklan had stayed up because he had been sick. He decided then that he didn’t want a baby.

When Sylvain got even older, Miklan found he was good at listening and asking questions to understand things. That was probably Miklan’s favorite. He liked teaching a little brother and showing him cool things. He liked when Sylvain stared up at him with big wondrous eyes. Syl was super curious and asked so many questions of Miklan, just like Mik used to do to their father. He wondered if Sylvain thought Miklan knew everything, just like Miklan thought Father knew everything. That was a cool thought.

To make things even better, Sylvain was kinda fun. He followed Miklan around and did what Miklan asked him to and never complained about getting dirty or having to be quiet while they snuck around like some of the other kids did. In fact, Sylvain seemed to like just about anything as long as he got to hang around Miklan. Mother and Nieve had been right. It was fun to have someone to play with all the time.

Miklan and Sylvain’s favorite thing to do was play spy. They’d tiptoe around the manor and listen to gain information. Father didn’t like it when they played the game with him, so they played with manor staff and Mother instead. They usually didn’t play for long because most older people talked about boring stuff like Lady Fraldarius having a baby, King Lambert enacting some new law, or Galatea soil not producing any crops. But every now and then, they’d hear something really good like the cook was baking cookies for dessert or a wild beast was on the loose in the woods.

Sylvain tugged hard on Miklan’s arm. “We gotta investi-bate!” Sylvain was only four, so he didn’t say things so good sometimes. He had the right sentiment though.

“Of course we do! We gotta protect Gautier from the beasts! Come on, Syl! We gotta grab our weapons and armor!”

Both boys took off running towards the armory. Even though they were small, they got to keep their weapons with the big knights. It made them feel just as important.

Miklan helped tuck a blanket into the back of Sylvain’s jacket so it fluttered like a cape. Sylvain wasn’t big enough to have armor yet so blanket padding would have to do it. Armor really just absorbed the hits anyway. Blankets would probably do the same thing.

Miklan put his armor on and grabbed his axe and a lance. Father taught him that it was important to have a backup weapon in case your first one broke. He handed Sylvain two small lances as well, warning him to be careful because it was sharp. They couldn’t fight beasts without real weapons.

Sylvain was good at memorizing routes, so Miklan let him lead the way west while Mik strategized their plan. The beast was probably pretty big so they had to account for that because they were small, especially Sylvain. Maybe Sylvain could provide long-distant support like an archer. Miklan wore heavy armor to be able to take hits up front. He could distract the beast while Sylvain snuck up on it! Sylvain was little and quiet. It would work perfectly!

They walked for a long time through the snow, Miklan sharing his master plan with Sylvain. Both boys agreed it would work wonderfully, and Sylvain was excited to get to help even though he was small.

After wading through heavier and deeper snow, Sylvain stopped, eyes bright while he tapped Miklan’s arm. “Look!” He pointed to their left. Miklan grinned.

It was the beast.

The animal was big and tall, meaty and mighty. Light brown fur coated its back and legs, though it had a little scruff of white on its neck. Sharp pointy horns sat upon its head. They’d have to watch out for those when attacking.

It didn’t notice them yet, so Miklan took this opportunity to rediscuss the plan. As soon as he stepped closer to kneel by Sylvain, the beast’s head snapped up. They’d have to be extra quiet if they wanted to catch this.

Miklan placed his finger to his lips. He pulled out his lance and showed Sylvain how to position it to throw. They’d never be able to sneak up on it with the beast being this jumpy, which meant they’d both have to go for a long range attack. Miklan held up his left hand to count them off. One…two…three!

They both threw their lances as hard as they could. And they stuck! Both lances got the beast in the back leg; Miklan’s in the upper, Sylvain’s in the lower. The beast took off running, hobbling a bit with its injury.

“CHARGE!” Sylvain shouted, pointing after the beast. His little legs took off as fast as he could go, which wasn’t that quick. Miklan hoisted Syl up over his shoulder so they could go fast. He didn’t want to miss the monster!

With the beast’s slowness and the little trickle of blood to help them, the boys tracked the monster to its next stopping point. It was harder to keep quiet with his heavy breathing, but Miklan silently took Sylvain’s final lance to make one last attack. He knew that hearts were closer to the front of most beasts, so that’s exactly where he aimed.

Back on the ground, Sylvain’s little hands were gripped into tight fists, teeth clenched in anticipation of the strike. Miklan slowly brought the lance forward over his shoulder, practicing the throw before lunging it forward. Direct hit!

The mighty beast fell hard and Sylvain screamed a great cheer! They had done it!

Sylvain jumped up and down following behind Miklan to check out their triumphant victory. Miklan took out the lances and cleaned them against the wet snow while Sylvain admired the pointy horns of the animal.

“We did good.” He announced with an emphasizing nod. Miklan agreed.

Together, one boy on each set of horns, they pulled the mighty beast back to the manor. It was getting dark out, though thanks to Sylvain’s memory and Miklan’s directional skills, they were still able to find the right path home back home. As they got closer and closer, they could hear shouting but couldn’t make out what was being said.

“Another beastie!” Sylvain determined, dropping his half of the animal to run forward. His little blanket flapped behind him as he went, partially covered in red blood.

As he got closer, he realized that people weren’t shouting over a beast. They were shouting for him and Miklan. He listened closer and thought he could hear Mother and Father among the voices.

“Momma!” He shouted, running ahead again. The thought of his mother and father being attacked pushed energy through him.

Phelan heard him coming, she always did, and he collapsed into her safe arms.

“Oh Goddess.” The woman inspected him, eyes wide. “Matthias! Matthias, bring a healer!”

Sylvain didn’t understand the urgency. He was fine. A little tired and heavily breathing from the running, but fine.

His father ran up to them, crouching down so he could inspect Sylvain for himself. He grabbed Syl from his mother’s grip and started taking his coat off. “Where are you hurt, Sylvain? Where’s Miklan?”

Phelan looked past their younger son then, trying to spot Miklan from where Sylvain had come from.

“M’not hurt.” Sylvain told them. “Miklan has the beast!”

Both parents stopped then, staring at Sylvain with frowns and worried expressions.

“The beast?” Matthias asked.

“It has horns!” Sylvain exclaimed excitedly. “But we got it. Miklan ran fast!”

The adults shared a confused look between them. Sylvain wasn’t sure why. Him and Miklan saw a beast and saved the town! What was hard about that?

“Where is Miklan?” Matthias asked again. He did this often when he couldn’t understand what Sylvain was saying. Miklan was better at explaining things because he knew more stuff.

“Back there with the beast.” Sylvain pointed in the direction he’d come from. His father told his mother to take Sylvain inside before running off in the direction Sylvain pointed in.

Phelan scooped up the little boy and started to bring him towards the manor. They had just met up with the healer when his father started shouting for his mother again. She shared a look Sylvain couldn’t read with the healer and turned back.

Breaking the clearing was his father and brother, Matthias holding the beast up with one hand by the horns. Sylvain marveled at his father’s strength. The beast had been heavy for Sylvain, even with Miklan’s help.

Phelan looked from Matthias to Sylvain, lips pressed together in a thin line. She looked like she wanted to say something, but wasn’t sure what. It took her until Matthias and Miklan were only a few feet away but she finally asked, “What the hell is going on?”

Matthias sighed, looking from the animal back to her again. “Apparently I need to take my sons hunting more often.”

#these kids!! #I love them so so much #we need more good sibling content #miklan anschutz gautier #also #Matthias teaching Miklan to carry two weapons because Matthias’s broke when trying to save rodrigue #yes #gautierfamilyweek #sylvain jose gautier #matthias raoul gautier #oc: Phelan Mirela Gautier

[lilyway]

Heart of the Sea {Dimitri x F!Byleth} CH 1

Summary:

In Dimitri's youth, there were stories of merfolk along the coasts of Fodlan. Creatures of power that controlled the oceans. With a twist of fate, he manages to find himself saved by one. Unknown to him, they keep meeting time and time again. All through his youth, he kept meeting the girl with long pointed ears with eyes that reminded him of the ocean.

She's always there every summer, always as mysterious as the ocean, always fiddling with something. With her disappearance in their early teens, all the prince has is the jewel she left him. He's determined to find her and she's determined to kill the human she found accidentally tangling her fate with. Warnings: Child Endangerment. *Sylvain, Ingrid, Glenn, Dimitri and Byleth are children at the start*

Chapter 1: The Dangers of the Sea 

As the warm winds of summer swept through the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus, the house of Blaiddyd made the trip to their coastal manor by the northern coast. Their manor was in Fraldarius territory, the Duke Rodrigue Achille Fraldarius, was a close friend of the king and they often spent the summers together as one big family. Of course, it was just a refuge from the rigors of their royal responsibilities.

This summer was particularly rough on Faerghus and it made Lambert unable to walk away from his royal duties for a week or two. Such was life when it came to being a king of a nation. Sacrifices had to be made and as much as it bothered his son. Deep down, the crown prince would understand in time. When you’re king, your kingdom comes first before your family. 

That’s what King Lambert would’ve expected his son to do. However, Dimitri was over the moon to have the manor to himself and his closest friends. They would have the manor to themselves until this father appeared in three weeks' time. Until then, Dimitri would be under the care of Duke Rodrigue. Who would bring his two sons, Glenn and Felix. Count Gunnar would bring his daughter Ingrid. Their carriages would arrive days apart, however only Duke Rodrigue would stay as he waited for Lambert’s arrival. Gunnar trusted Rodrigue enough to entrust his daughter’s safety. Margrave Matthias, begrudgingly allowed his youngest son Sylvain to come – he couldn’t deny a request from Lambert. 

Crown Prince Dimitri was the last one to arrive at his family's summer manor. The air carried the sweet scent of blooming flowers, now that they were finally free from the thick layers of snow. Dimitri had his eyes glued to the window of his carriage watching the scenery slowly change to a similar one. 

The large manor quickly came into view as Rodrigue waited outside for the prince with the children waiting a few feet behind him. Ingrid was standing in front of the boys waving at the carriage as it approached. Sylvain quickly joined in and started yelling that his carriage was so slow that he could probably outrun it. His comment made Glenn snicker as Felix seemed ever so stoic. 

The children quickly ran off when Dimitri officially arrived and greeted Rodrigue. They’d hardly spend any time apart outside of getting their needed sleep for the night. Studying, training, and exploring the area around the manor together. The kids were inseparable. Especially Ingrid and Glenn who were engaged by the time Ingrid was born. Sylvain was glued to Felix and Dimitri as the boys led the group. 

During the evenings the children would sit around the fire of the reading room and tell stories. Myths, scary stories, or just whatever fun story they read. They’d take turns every night to spin their stories however they liked and often they were always stories of heroic knights. However, tonight Sylvain had something different in store. The tale Sylvain had spun was one of horror, man-eating monsters that lived around the shores of Fodlan’s coasts. Creatures that ate the flesh of men and made wives into widows. Explaining the dangers of traveling by boat and how the ships were wrecked or abandoned without a soul on board. It had left the trio of younger children shaking and jumpy. 

The children wanted a happy story to lull them to sleep and Glenn was happy to oblige them with the original tale. Glenn gave Sylvain a good headlock squeeze until the poor boy was apologizing to the group. 

The tale went like this. 

During Fodlan’s founding years, there were sightings of merfolk along the shoreline of Adrestia. Powerful creatures were born with an excess of power and an appearance that seemed to lure people into the sea. They were powerful enough to stop any ship from crossing the ocean and controlled the shorelines. 

However, when Nemesis started his war against the cruel and wicked gods of the land the merfolk aided him. They created relics that slayed them with ease and disappeared. Even with their disappearances, they had left them the relics and prayers for their success. 

Sometimes, those with a pure heart may see a merfolk on the coastline of any of the three major powers. 

Glenn's maturing voice seemed to lull most of the children to sleep as Sylvain let out a dramatic yawn. “ Annd , everyone’s asleep. Glenn the sleep master strikes again !” 

The older boys went to their routine of finding something to keep their friends warm and comfortable as they laid on the fluffy rug. “I wouldn’t call myself a ‘sleep master’,” Glenn replied with a goofy smile. “It’s already late and they were already tired.”

“So, you told them that lame story?” Sylvain wasn’t fond of the original tale, it made the idea of beautiful mermaids too appealing. 

Glenn let out a heartful chuckle. “Perhaps, if someone didn’t frighten them. I wouldn’t have to.” 

Sylvain had a grin plastered on his face and it told Glenn he was going to be subjected once again to Sylvain’s mischief. "So, Glenn, do you really   think there are no blood-sucking mermaids out there?"

Glenn chuckled, his perfect knight persona never cracking as he picked up Ingrid. "What proof do you have, Sylvain?"

"The shipwrecks off Leicester’s coast! Survivors said they saw mermaids luring their men into the sea," Sylvain retorted, his eyes sparkling with excitement. Glenn sighed, he really thought that was proof enough to convince him. 

"Those same people claimed they saw sea dragons. Those aren't mermaids, Sylvain. Those are sirens," Glenn calmly explained. There was a part of the squire, who wished to have his friend’s childishness. 

Sylvain dismissed the distinction with a pout, "Who cares? There's no difference."

"There's plenty," Glenn insisted. "I remember my father saying they investigated those deaths."

"Were their bodies ever found?" Sylvain inquired, leaning in with a glint of curiosity. Glenn had to step back to keep Sylvain's face away from Ingrid. 

Glenn, his gaze serious, replied, "No bodies were ever found.” 

“Told you! Mermaids got to them!” Sylvain’s triumphant grin made it impossible for Glenn to respond, telling him how incorrect he was. 

“Just help me get them to bed.” They were about to leave to fetch a servant to help them. When Rodrigue was at the door about to knock, when they opened it. 

Rodrigue took the young prince and left his youngest to Sylvain to carry back. Even though Sylvain was walking a few steps behind Rodrigue and Glenn something was bubbling in his core. Something vile that made him feel incompetent when he stared at Glenn. But, when his eyes shifted to Ingrid there was envy or maybe it was jealousy that she was so close to him. 

All of his friends idolized him, hell, he did too. Glenn was the perfect knight in the making and he was born lucky to have his crest. The crest that was ruining his life, made Glenn even more perfect. Sylvain hoped, maybe the morning would be kinder to him and make him forget his shortcomings. But, Glenn made them difficult to ignore. 

♣

The morning came with promises of taking a trip to the beach with everything it had to offer. This trip to the beach wouldn’t be a normal one, it was an adventure skywards on the backs of pegasuses. Traveling up to the clouds to the caves of the cove. It would be a memorable adventure that’s for sure. 

However, Dimitri and his friends soon discovered these creatures were known to be fickle. Particularly, when it came to men. The preference for female riders was evident, but the children, undeterred, sought to befriend the winged creatures.

Rodrigue, recognizing the need for supervision, took on the responsibility of guiding the children on their Pegasus-riding expedition. Explaining in detail how to gain the animals trust and affection. That it would take time and he'd half expected it to take a few hours. 

It served as a momentary escape from his duties, a chance to indulge in the simple joys of the beach near the manor. The soft sandy beaches and crystal-clear waters created a picturesque backdrop for a cup of tea and a good book.

As the children approached the pegasuses, each displayed their unique approach to gaining the creatures' trust. Ingrid, with her natural affinity for animals, effortlessly mounted her pegasus, showcasing an instant connection. Sylvain, though gifted with horses of the grounded variety, struggled to appease the fickle creature beneath him. Dimitri, embodying a surprising softness, worked diligently to build the trust of his companion. 

Glenn chose to stay by Sylvain's side, a decision rooted in their desire to protect the group. As the oldest amongst them, they felt the responsibility to protect them. Recognizing that they made their decision and chose to delay their fun. As the best swimmers in the group, they positioned themselves closest to the water and chose to act as potential lifeguards. 

Ingrid and Dimitri, with bright wide smiles, sat atop their pegasuses, radiating joy that warmed Rodrigue's heart. The sense of accomplishment was evident as Rodrigue held onto the reins, watching over the children with a sense of pride.

“Felix, are you coming?” Dimitri called out to his friend, who stood on the sidelines with his arms crossed, a clear sign of his reluctance.

Ingrid, always trying to encourage her friends, motioned her steed toward Felix. “Come on, Felix! Stop sulking ,” She scolded, leaning over to offer him a hand up on her pegasus.

Felix, however, remained steadfast in his refusal. "There's no way I'm getting on one of those things," He spat, a stubborn scowl on his face. Even the animal felt bad for the child and nudged him with her snout. 

Ingrid, determined to change his mind, insisted, “She's more than gentle. You're not going to fall, I promise.” 

Before Felix could retort, Glenn, demonstrating his supportive nature, jogged over. “She's right, Felix. You'll be fine. I'll be right behind you.” With that, he effortlessly lifted Felix and placed him behind Ingrid.

"You'll have fun," Dimitri chimed in with a carefree smile, trying to lighten the mood. "Ease up a little, Felix."

“Shut it.” Felix's poor behavior made Ingrid shoot him with a dirty look. 

Felix’s words made Dimitri’s smile widen. “Trust me. You’ll have fun.” 

“Whatever.” 

Felix grumbled but begrudgingly held onto Ingrid as the Pegasus began to move. In the air, surrounded by the gentle beat of wings and the expansive view of the beach below, Felix's initial resistance seemed to fade. Ingrid shot him a look, silently urging him to relax and enjoy the experience.

Ingrid, leading the way with grace and confidence, guided her Pegasus through the open skies. Dimitri closely trailing behind, trying to not be left behind. The older kids watched, their eyes filled with a mix of awe and anticipation, knowing that they too would be able to join in the fun. Sylvain and Glenn, with promises made, prepared to return to their horses and went back to the endless fight to gain their trust. 

As Ingrid and Dimitri soared over the water, they chose the scenic route, the vast expanse of the ocean stretching out beneath them. The horses, if the children were tall enough, they might have been able to graze the surface of the ocean with their hands. The smell of saltwater hung thick in the wind, blending with the excitement of soaring through the sky.

The two Pegasuses raced each other, their powerful wings slicing through the air. Dimitri, focused and occasionally glancing back to check on Ingrid and Felix, as he urged his horse to go faster. The competitive spirit between them made them unable to notice their recklessness. As they traveled further into the open sea, the shoreline seemed to vanish behind them. 

Ingrid had managed to help Felix overcome his initial fear. He was no longer clinging to her waist in terror and looking around him. The group's laughter and shouts echoed over the waves as they reveled in their fun. The group seemed completely unaware of the danger they were actively flying into. 

The once-clear sky began to darken ominously, too quickly to be natural. The black skies formed quickly to consume the bright blues. It was a clear sign to most that the weather was changing and changing quickly. However, the children being too immersed in their fun and giggling failed to notice. 

Finally being able to soothe their mounts, Glenn and Sylvain were quick to mount and chase after their friends. They had to call them back and tell them their trip to the beach was cut short. There seemed to be a nasty storm rolling in and that made travel by Pegasus dangerous. 

The urgency in the older boys' voices cut through their fun. “Your Highness! Felix! Ingrid!” Their voices reached Ingrid and Felix's ears as they raced through the skies. “Turn around! Go back to the beach! It’s not safe!”

The warning reached them successfully,  prompting Ingrid and Felix to turn their Pegasuses around. Dimitri, a few yards ahead, was blissfully unaware of the impending danger as the others desperately tried to get his attention. Dimitri glanced back and realized that his friends had stopped. They had their hands cupped over their mouths, hoping that their voices would reach them. There something was wrong and Dimitri couldn't help but looked up to see the storm quickly rolling in and stopping his mount. 

Dimitri was quick to turn back around and fly back to his friends. The closer he got the clearer the warning became. Dimitri finally saw the concern etched on his friends' faces. Although he couldn't hear their words, the urgency in their gestures made him urge his Pegasus to fly faster. The skies, once clear, began to darken at an unnatural speed, a foreboding sign that echoed Sylvain's tales from the night before.

"Ingrid, turn around!" Dimitri shouted, remembering the stories of mermaids and the potential dangers they might face in the gathering storm.

Ingrid always steadfast kept her pegasus from returning to safety. Waiting for Dimitri even with her own fears telling her to leave. 

Felix, equally alarmed, insisted, "We should go back." The darkening skies and the ominous wave approaching heightened the sense of urgency.

Dimitri, speeding back, noticed something swimming under the waves following him. Whatever, it seemed interested in what was happening above the water. Its presence only seemed to scare the young prince. His mind was already focusing on Sylvain’s story. Made the prince pray that it wasn’t one of those horrific monsters. 

Ingrid, torn between her concern for Dimitri and the impending danger, hesitated. "We have to wait for His Highness," She insisted, Dimitri was on his way back to them and they could go back as a group. 

However, before they could react further, a large wave emerged from the turbulent sea, terrifying the already skittish horses. The sudden appearance of the wave spooked the Pegasuses, causing them to rear up, throwing Ingrid and Felix off their backs. 

The sudden assault of the large wave left Ingrid and Felix struggling in the open sea, their Pegasuses now gone, carried away by fear. Dimitri, too, found himself in the merciless grip of the ocean as a massive wave nipped at his Pegasus's legs, sending it and him plunging into the churning waters.

The young prince, now in the heart of the tempest, fought against the fierce currents, swimming with all his might towards the distant shore. The waves, however, seemed determined to drag him under, testing his resolve and strength. In the midst of this struggle, something elusive swam beneath him, a shadowy presence that avoided his gaze.

As Dimitri pressed on, the ocean threatened to consume him. Felix emerged from the turbulent waters, providing a glimmer of relief. However, Ingrid was still missing, lost to the depths of the sea. The desperation took hold of Dimitri as he screamed her name, his voice carried away by the howling winds.

The older boys couldn’t get there fast enough as they watched their friends struggle. Glenn in his bravery fought the terrified animal and kept moving forward. Sylvain did his best to follow, but he had more trouble controlling the terrified animal. 

"Ingrid! Ingrid?" Dimitri called out, the worry etched across his face. 

Without a moment's hesitation, Dimitri took a deep breath and dove under the waves in search of her. Felix was following behind before Glenn scooped him into his arms and hugged him tightly. He could feel his older brother’s trembling body and couldn’t help looking up at his face. Glenn’s reddish-orange eyes made Felix freeze. He’d never seen the look of pure fear on his brother’s face.  Felix attempted to free himself from his brother's grip, but when he looked back at his brother's eyes – he froze. 

The chaotic dance between the ocean and its unwilling guests continued, each wave carrying the weight of uncertainty and the hope for Ingrid's safe return. Sylvain was kicking himself for telling that stupid story. It felt like the world was punishing him for scaring his friends. It didn’t help that he was terrified and unable to think clearly. 

Sylvain’s guilt only increased when Dimitri disappeared under a wave. He was there a moment ago and now he too was gone. Dimitri went after Ingrid and decided to search for her. They were both nowhere to be seen disappearing into the deep blues of the ocean. 

Glenn, feeling the urgency of the situation, took charge and shoved his brother towards Sylvain's horse before plunging into the sea himself. Sylvain, scrambling to get the wet and shaken Felix onto his horse, could only watch as Glenn swam further out in search of their missing friends.

“Glenn!" Sylvain shouted desperately. "Where do you think you're going?"

Glenn paused for a moment, pointing back to the beach. "Take care of my brother. I'm going to find His Highness and Ingrid." With that, Glenn swam away, following the direction Dimitri had disappeared into.

"I could come with you too..." Sylvain offered, but Glenn had already set his course. 

With a heavy heart, Sylvain returned to the beach as Rodrigue checked over any injuries Felix may have sustained. The fleeting reassurance didn't last long, and Felix could feel his father wrapping him in a cape. Rodrigue leaving his son in Sylvain’s care rushed after the missing children. Leaving Sylvain with his guilt and only being able to keep Felix with him. Fighting him to keep him on the beach with him and not chasing after his father.

♣ 

In the depths of the sea, a curious mermaid gazed up at the surface, her eyes reflecting a certain detachment. It was like she never had experienced any emotion in her life, not even her curiosity was shown on her face. Her grandmother's warning echoed in her mind—never to involve herself in the affairs of the surface world. Yet, a spark of curiosity ignited within her, propelling her to disregard the cautionary words. She quickly found herself following the shadows above. 

She raced through the dark waters, following the trajectory of the pegasuses, oblivious to the invisible barrier her grandmother had woven to protect their underwater realm. The young mermaid swam deeper and deeper, her fascination driving her to breach the boundaries that separated their world from the surface.

As she observed the group above, the mermaid's expression remained inscrutable. She couldn't fathom why these beings would be so foolhardy, venturing deep into the ocean. There were stories of what her grandmother did to fools who trespassed on their territory. The storm that brewed above only intensified her confusion. The mermaid, caught between her curiosity and the wisdom of what was unfolding made her unable to pull herself away. 

It was an unfortunate affair as she watched their struggles from above, unable to aid them in any way. She half expected something larger to fall into the depths and be dragged further under. Instead, a girl, slightly younger than the mermaid herself, with golden hair, was being pulled down into the depths of the ocean.

The helpless girl struggled against the relentless currents, fighting for her life as the ocean threatened to consume her. The mermaid, detached yet not untouched by a sense of empathy, watched as the struggle continued, and the girl eventually succumbed to exhaustion, slipping into unconsciousness.

Intrigued and concerned, the mermaid swam closer, her ethereal form moving effortlessly through the water. The unconscious girl, with her long golden hair, loosened out of its braid, made her seem like she had a halo of her own. The young mermaid couldn’t help admiring her beauty as she approached. She was gorgeous and beloved by the gods to be born with her appearance. Well, she didn't have any other human girls to compare her to. But, she was pretty. 

Don't help her, Byleth. Don't help her. Grandmother will lecture you, Byleth. She was wrestling with her moral compass and the long lecture that would come from helping a human girl. Despite every reason to not help the girl, Byleth chose to. Her empathy and curiosity pushed her to assist and hope she didn’t die by the time she managed to get her to the surface. She did fear her grandmother's wraith when she returned home. But, that was a problem for later. 

As Byleth reached the mysterious girl and grasped hold of her arm, a remarkable change occurred. The relentless current that had threatened to claim the girl's life suddenly dissipated, leaving them in a tranquil pocket of the vast ocean. Byleth's had successfully intervened. But, she wasn't able to celebrate yet. She still had to get her to safety. 

The mysterious girl, now free from the perilous pull of the ocean, floated in the calm waters. Byleth observed her with a mixture of curiosity and concern, wondering about the implications of her actions and the potential consequences that might follow. Her grandmother must've felt her interference with her magic and there would be hell to pay. 

Byleth, swimming towards the surface with the rescued girl in tow, was met with a shocking sight as she breached the water. A young boy, with the same golden hair as the girl and the darkest sapphire blue eyes she had ever seen, stood before her. The currents seemed to have favored him, allowing the girl to be freed but now asserting their force around the boy.

There was another boy following after him with dark blue locks that seemed to almost match the shadows of dark blue sea. That’s when the idea struck her and using a similar current that her grandmother was using pushed them upward. Pulling the pair back to the surface and keeping them there. It allowed her to rescue their friend without the worry of more joining into his potentially watery grave. Byleth would rescue this boy and maybe, tell her grandmother a piece of her mind. This was too cruel even if her actions were justified. 

Byleth, propelled by a mix of determination and urgency, chased after the golden-haired boy. With a hand outstretched to grasp his, she reached him just as the relentless currents threatened to continue pulling him under. However, a strong hit to his hand, the boy’s hand felt limp along with the rest of his body. Momentarily dazed her, it was a harsh hit to the head too. The boy's now limp form was dragged deeper, leaving the taste of iron in the water.

She had to save him quickly. Byleth knew the imminent danger of sharks that would be drawn to the iron in the water. She fought against her grandmother's lingering magic, which sought to keep the boy submerged. Byleth's efforts prevailed, and she managed to release the boy from the grasp of the underwater current. Pulling him into her chest, she heaved upwards, determined to bring him to safety.

Byleth’s powerful tail propelling them towards a hidden cove nearby. The rocky sands provided some semblance of safety against the unpredictable ocean. Struggling against the weight of the unconscious boy, Byleth dragged herself onto the rocks. Byleth struggled to carry him farther, he was heavier than he looked.

In the hidden cove, where the storm's tempestuous reach was held at bay, Byleth took a moment to catch her breath. The boy, now safely on dry land, showed no signs of recovery. Panic crept into Byleth's thoughts as she observed his lifeless form, his condition worsening by the moment. 

Pulling herself upright, Byleth wasted no time. She placed an ear on the boy's chest, listening intently. The slow and weakening heartbeat and the rapidly dropping body temperature heightened her concern. The urgency of the situation pressed upon her, and she knew that swift action was required to save the boy's life.

With determination, Byleth placed her hands on his chest and began compressions, pushing down on his ribs. The rhythmic compressions were a desperate attempt to expel the water from his lungs and restore the breath of life to his unconscious form. Even with all her effort, the boy didn’t improve. 

In a desperate attempt to save the unconscious boy, Byleth drew upon the cherished story of her grandmother saving her father. A tale of a mermaid’s blood being able to save those on the edge of life and death. A mermaid’s blood is stronger than any healing magic. The tale, a favorite from her childhood, filled her with hope that her blood might possess similar life-saving qualities.

Resolute and determined, Byleth cut her palm with her sharp nails, allowing her blood to well up. Holding onto the faith instilled by her father's story, she carefully let a few drops fall into the boy's mouth. As the droplets touched his lips, she could only hope that the mysterious properties of her blood would work their magic and bring him back from the brink.

In a moment of determined resolve, Byleth, drawing upon the intriguing tidbits of human anatomy her father had shared, took a direct and unconventional approach to ensure the unconscious boy swallowed the life-saving blood. With a wry acknowledgment of the practicality in her father's seemingly useless knowledge, she licked her wounded palm, tasting the iron that had accumulated, and sucked on it, preparing herself for the critical task at hand.

Her own discomfort was a fleeting concern in the face of the urgent need to save someone else's life. With a gentle lift of the boy's chin to create a slight tilt to his head, Byleth leaned down and sealed his lips with hers. She had never kissed another person before and the action felt beyond strange. 

As Byleth pushed her blood into the boy's mouth, the culmination of her efforts manifested in a blinding light. A sapphire gem appeared, resting on the boy's chest, radiating an otherworldly glow. It was a moment of enchantment and made Byleth reach out to touch the jewel. The gem was cold and hurt to the touch. However, the boy seemed unaffected. Placing it back into his hands and curling his fingers around it. 

Byleth could feel her magic intertwining with the boy's life, a dance of energies that defied explanation. The jumbled and tangled sensations filled her with a burning feeling in her chest, making each breath a challenge. Enduring her own pain, she watched as the boy's chest began to rise and fall. The magic had worked, and she had somehow managed to bring him back. She really had the same magical blood as her grandmother. 

Pride and joy swelled within her as she realized the success of her unconventional efforts. However, the imminent arrival of footsteps and voices reminded her of the harsh reality that humans were not always kind to her people. With a sense of caution, Byleth retreated to the sea, hiding behind a rock to observe what would happen next. 

An older man rushed to the boy's side, lifting him up and dragging him out of the cove. Byleth, hidden yet observant, slightly followed their route back to the beach. She watched them until they all left the bridge. The older boy was holding onto the golden-haired girl tightly. A younger boy, perhaps a sibling, held onto his brother’s soaked shirt looking at the sea with anger. Byleth watched as another boy with flaming red hair, kept his head to the ground as he jogged up to their caretaker. 

Observing from her vantage point, Byleth noted that they all seemed to be alright. The older boy with dark blue hair appeared overjoyed when the girl regained consciousness. As her eyes scanned the surroundings, Byleth seized the opportunity to make her exit. She swam away from her safety rock, diving back into the ocean with a splash.

Though Byleth's departure didn't go unnoticed, the girl, still struggling to focus her eyes on the ocean, tried to make sense of what had happened. In her shaky vision, she thought she saw a tail attached to a human torso. Coughing and uncertain, she couldn't be sure, and her consciousness faded once again at the lull of her friend's beating heart.

Byleth had no idea what she caused with her good deed. 

If she had the knowledge of what she would cause. 

Maybe, she would’ve left them to drown. 

#dimitri x byleth #fire emblem #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #long fic

[starredfishing]

Felix using Dimitri’s full name: no fear

Sylvain out of the faerghus gang using his full name in the specific tone:

Felix, sweating: one fear

sylvains the oldest hes def gotten stuck on babysitting duty as a kid PLUS hes canonly like a big brother to them so when sylvain drops his facade for a FELIX HUGO. felix starts sweating. not even his dad saying that makes him scared anymore. people look on in awe of the duke with seemingly no fear who will literally call the king a bitch to his face backing up slowly as sylvain fucking gautier of all people starts laying tf into him

#starry.txt #I JUST THINK ITS SO FUNNY.... #mild spoilers in the tags here but....sylvain scolding felix.....real and true and all i ever wanted.....

[yusukenui]

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#why the fck did fe3h give gilbert such birthing hips ☠☠☠ #im either too high or his hips are obscene #annette i know the real reason ur dads been hiding u since the kingdoms incident and im sorry to tell u its not heroic.. #annette the child of mpreg i just know it #its the B support w alois... it does a weird pan out shot and hes just standing there... menacingly #but his hips are so slutty i stopped playing an hr ago but i cant stop thinking abt it #this is genuimely the funniest thing to me rn 😭 #manuelas figure is more solid than his... what IS going on under those robes bro #losing my mind i wish i had taken a ss so i could look at it in the morning #maybe its the alois effect... standing next to him in regular clothes while bro goes about in shining armor has got to give the viewer some #sort of psychic damage i swear 😭 #i appreciate alois moderating his tone during this support to show he learned something from girlberts previous fishing lessons tho.. 🥺 #i used to dislike his character so much for being just a loud knight but he is such an uncle.. i adore him #gilbert and seteth reprimand all these grownup nobles w no manners and uncle alois restores their spirits w his manners :( #i like the fe3h system a lot... in that of... that theyre not kids but they also kind of are... #kids with big duties :( .. sylvain #felix 🥺.. mercie 😭 #this was abt gilberts hips 😭😭😭😭😭😭 #the nerd talks #hoo boy #UM

[raspberryranpo]

Also, can I get some super mega fluff for the BL…and their s/o dog? I have a little Shih Tzu myself who’s always there with me, he’s so precious. So I’d like Oooh e to know how the BL interact with or deal with a dog.

with their s/o’s small dog

fire emblem three houses: blue lions

shih tzus are so cute 😭 they’ve got such grumpy looking faces and it’s the cutest thing ever

ive got a cocker spaniel and he’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me lolol

DIMITRI

he’s so scared he’s going to snap your dog in half, he’s shaking in his boots

when he eventually brings himself to pick it up he’s in love

& it’s the cutest image too - big old dimitri with a teeny weeny dog in his arms. my heart melts thinking about it

always gives in to puppy eyes & cannot say no to it. don’t blame him if the dog gets really chunky, he won’t stop giving it food

DEDUE

knows everything about dogs. dedue was definitely one of those kids that knew everything there is to know about dogs & would tell everyone unprompted

him holding the tiny dog……. also a very cute image. 10/10 would think about again

takes his dog-sitting duties very seriously whenever you ask him to take care of your dog. your dog comes back better than before

the dog gets very attached to dedue & most days will not leave

SYLVAIN

he knows the basics but that’s about it - he doesn’t know anything about how much a dog should eat so he just goes wild

the thing wants more? more it shall have!

the dog falls in love with sylvain (he makes a joke that he can even make dogs fall in love with him) & doesn’t want to leave him

he definitely cries when he has to leave the dog & insists on coming over your house every day just to see it

FELIX

acts disgusted and says that he hates dogs, only to turn around and speak to it in the most high-pitched baby voice you’ve ever heard

sneaks the dog food under the table and always denies it

whenever you let felix dog-sit, you always come home to him snoring on the sofa with the dog on his lap, sleeping soundly

he’s always very soft when he’s just woken up so please take advantage of this and cuddle with them

ASHE

literally screams when he sees your dog. he loves dogs. especially the little ones.

the dog literally ran into his arms, excited to see someone new, and ashe just melted into the floor

does not leave the dog alone for five minutes & always comes running back to it whenever he’s forced away

your dog now officially loves ashe more than it loves you

MERCEDES

she has the kindest voice & the kindest face, so the dog is just immediately drawn to her

they’re best friends now. the dog cries whenever she has to leave

having her over with the dog is always a nightmare, though, because a) she doesn’t leave it alone and b) her attention is solely on the dog and nothing else

probably steals your dog at some point

ANNETTE

has also tried to steal your dog. mercedes definitely helped her do so

the dog always falls asleep on her lap but ends up waking up again because she’s crying

has a great baby voice and the dog always goes wild whenever it hears her

she makes a little eating song for the dog and now it can’t eat without her singing it. it won’t listen to your singing, only hers

INGRID

also tries to make out that she’s not obsessed with the dog but she totally is

spends the entire day playing with the dog instead of spending time with you, but insists that she’s definitely not spending time with the dog

shows it off to all of her friends, even though it’s your dog and not hers

too bad. she’s stolen it & it’s now her dog. deal with it

#fire emblem #fire emblem three houses headcanons #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #fe3h x reader #fe3h headcanons #dimitri x reader #dimitri x byleth #dedue x reader #dedue x byleth #sylvain x reader #sylvain x byleth #felix x reader #felix x byleth #ashe x reader #ashe x byleth #mercedes x reader #mercedes x byleth #annette x reader #annette x byleth #ingrid x reader #ingrid x byleth #my posts #headcanons #blue lions #blue lions x reader #blue lions headcanons

[hurricaneonanesthesia]

Sylvain as a father headcanons?

Yesssss 😩. I totally imagine Syl to be a very doting father cause he wants to have good relations with them and cause he doesn’t want to neglect them and have another Miklan issue on his hands. Hope you like this anon!

~Admin Hurricane

Pre Child

The first time you told him you were preggo, he just stood there absolutely flabbergasted and at a loss for words

“Wait, you’re pregnant? Like, with my kid???”

He’s fully on board with the idea and starts talking about how he’s going to start doing renovations and such to make a nursery for the baby and any possible future siblings for them, you probably have to reign him in a bit and tell him to take it one thing at a time.

He has the most tender look on his face as he gently caresses your abdomen where the baby is, when he feels kicking he almost has a look of childish wonder on his face. He’s utterly fascinated by it and would deadass just abandon his duties to spend hours resting his face in your lap gazing at your stomach

Panics a little when you go into labor and your crying in pain and he’s just standing there like 🧍 not knowing what to do other than to hold your hand and help you bear the pain.

Post Child

The first time he held the child, he almost burst into tears right then and there, something you tease him about relentlessly afterwards

He’s such a doting father! Literally can’t refuse them

There are some nights when you poke your head into their room and just see Sylvain passed out with a story book in one hand and the child securely wrapped up in his other arm.

He’ll teach the child horseback riding personally! In his eyes knowing how to properly control a horse to your movements is important, especially when you’re trying to get around. Faerghus is a big place!

When your kid’s a bit older and they get a s/o, Sylvain’s 99.99% going to be on their S/O’s ass about treating his kid good unless they want a lance to run through them. You’ve had to calm him down and ask him to think rationally about it multiple times, but he just wants the best for his kid! He doesn’t want them to have a partner that’s overly flirtatious with others like he was at the monastery because he knows that’ll break their heart.

Made Felix their godfather cause, he’s Syl’s best friend duh. I can imagine Felix would be like, uh why, ew children. But then he would grow to like the kid lmao.

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#sylvain gautier #sylvain jose gautier #sylvain x reader #three houses #fe3h #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem three houses x reader #fe3h x reader #sylvain jose gautier x reader #fe3h sylvain x reader #sylvain headcanons

[sword-of-the-writer]

Sorry that I kinda disappeared from your askbox, but I'm back! If it hasn't been asked yet, could I ask for the girlfriend/boyfriend+marriage thingy with Yuri? (Sorry that I'm late on congratulating you, but congrats on 50 followers!)

Wb bby! Absolutely not doing some writing rn to distract from my failure at the AM battle rn wdym 😳

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“Send me a character and I’ll tell you how I think they’d be as a boyfriend/girlfriend, how/when I think they’d propose, what the wedding might be like, and how they’d be as a husband/wife”

Yuri Leclerc

As a Boyfriend

Yuri is, despite what a lot of onlookers might believe, a fantastic boyfriend.

His duty to Abyss come first, but he’ll only get with you if you know this (he can’t see himself with anyone who doesn’t understand this). But he still makes time for you, even if the time is spent doing different things in the same room.

Many people would look at Yuri and think he’d be the type to ignore you, but actually! He pays a lot more attention to you that it seems! He keeps track of your favorite things and loves to listen to you talk. He’s also a giant tease and has lots of stupid nicknames for you.

Proposal

Strikes me similar to Hapi or Sylvain where it’s just a private conversation thing. He’s not really gonna dole out a heartfelt speech, like 1/4 of one at most, but you can really feel the sincerity to it either way.

Probably says something really sappy and kinda hates it but you think its cute lol

Wedding

Again like Hapi, it’s not a big thing when you put it in perspective, but it’s huge down in Abyss.

Everyone makes a fuss over it, much to Yuri’s chagrin, but you seem to be having fun so ultimately he guesses he doesn’t mind lol

All the wolves are there and so are your old friends/classmates! Constance is probably in charge of planning, with the “help” of Balthus throwing in crazy ideas and Hapi shooting them down...

Marriage

Not all too different, though you’ve noticed you’ve garnered more respect from Yuri’s underlings? Its weird at first but you get used to it.

He still teases the crap out of you but now you have adequate ammunition to make him flustered back. It’s actually quite funny to watch.

The two of you run Abyss, so even if you don’t have kids, the kids in Abyss are like your family. It’s very cute!

#fe3h #fe3h x reader #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem three houses x reader #fe3h yuri #fe3h yuri x reader #yuri leclerc x reader #fire emblem yuri #yuri leclerc #ashen wolves #yuri leclerc fire emblem #marriage ask prompt

[blaydiud]

a kiss on the back of the hand. || He's down on one knee with Dimitri's hand in his own, looking up with a smile. It's meant to be reminiscent of the time he'd pledged his loyalty to the crown years ago, but too many things have changed. They're not draped in blues and golds and all the fineries demanded by the court; they're in their uniforms, half-covered in hay and dirt. But Sylvain winks anyway. His grin stretches wider than it'd done back then, when the margravine had been watching too intently for him to even try. "...Heh. What had the words been again? 'til death do us part?" he teases, chuckling even as he lays a kiss to the back of Dimitri's hand. "I'm kidding, Your Highness."

Free smooches meme

30. a kiss on the back of the hand.

Things always went a little wild during stable duty. It started well- both Dimitri and Sylvain really liked horses and at least the prince didn't mind the smell nor being messy- it was natural, if anything he much rather preferred it than being inside a classroom. Horses made him very happy.

They had just finished cleaning up Duke's stall- slightly bigger than he others since Duke himself was quite the big horse, and so the duo sat down to rest.

Seconds later, a hay fight. Good thing that no one else was inside the stables, Dimitri definitely wasn't looking forwards to having to deal with a letter of his uncle frantically asking him 'why were you and that dude throwing hay at each other in the stables'. There was no explanation, just mindless fun.

But it could also make him look incompetent to the people of the Kingdom, and that was...a problem. But anyway, it didn't happen.

"Sylvain...you are making it seem more like a marriage proposal than a pledge of loyalty, you know." Sylvain had, in fact, put a bunch of hay on to the prince's hair and declared him Hay Prince. Dimitri decided to play along- because it felt like the old times. When they didn't have to worry about anything other than getting home at the right time or risk getting an earpull from the Margravine or his father.

"Do you plan on becoming my Hay King Consort in the future, by any chance?" An innocent teasing of his own.

#[support] sylvain #[[ bro become my hay consort ]]

[iturbide]

More Spite Project please!!just more about Claude and Dimitri bonding please and thank you

excellent choice and also you have excellent taste because what is Spite Project other than me finding lots of excuses to have Claude and Dimitri not only interact but be friends

So Claude and Dimitri get a lot of chances to bond even during the Academy phase.  With Byleth acting not as a professor but as a Knight of Seiros (who moonlights as the weapons instructor because of a misunderstanding with Petra), the missions from the game end up being more mixed-class affairs, since those undertakings are done on a volunteer basis, with few exceptions.  Several missions from the game seem directly targeted toward the Blue Lions kids in ways that no other House gets (the Lonato mission -- likely the only time that the Blue Lions students are specifically directed to go as a class -- and Miklan at Conand Tower), so it makes sense that Dimitri would take part in those along with his House; add to that the fact that Miklan appeared much earlier in this particular AU and targeted Claude directly, and it’s a recipe for joint missions pretty much across the board because of course Claude wants answers to whatever Miklan’s up to, not to mention all the other crazy stuff going on at the monastery (see: the ransacking of Seiros’ Tomb).

The first really big bonding moment comes after the Conand Tower mission and before Flayn is found.  Byleth and Gilbert were sent out to Conand Tower to investigate the theft of the Lance of Ruin, and the list of volunteers to accompany them was impressive, consisting of everyone from Dimitri and Sylvain to Lysithea and Claude; once Miklan transforms into the black beast, the fight gets significantly harder, and everyone takes some pretty nasty wounds before everything’s over.  While they certainly check in with Manuela on returning to Garreg Mach, Flayn’s sudden disappearance throws the whole monastery into chaos -- and with it, the student body goes looking for her along with everyone else.

Now, Dimitri -- who has been pressed for most of his life into this position of leader and king-to-be, and who believes that the needs of others outweigh his own because of it -- throws himself into the search well before he’s actually ready to be up and about, ignoring his injuries in the desperate hunt for the missing girl.  Ultimately, this leads to the wounds inflicted by Miklan getting the better of him, and on a routine excursion to deal with bandits outside the monastery, he finally succumbs to the wounds and the fever after getting separated from the rest of his class.  Naturally, this throws the Blue Lions into an absolute panic, and they try to mount a search for him with help from their friends across classes: Petra and Leonie step up to help, and Claude -- who isn’t much of a tracker -- joins in to help coordinate their efforts...only to get reamed out by Ingrid for doing 'nothing,’ at which point he heads off in yet another direction where he’s pretty sure no one’s checked yet.

As luck would have it, he happens across a fresh blood trace, and it leads him to none other than Dimitri.  Realizing that he’s not strong enough to carry the prince back, and equally realizing that Dimitri’s condition might require immediate attention, he administers first aid with what he has on hand and the medicinal plants he finds nearby.  And then he just waits for Dimitri to come around, paying close attention to the fever while he does.  And once the prince comes to, Claude gives him a gentle scolding for not taking care of himself.

Dimitri’s response is far more extreme than Claude would have expected.  The prince seems absolutely guilt-ridden by what had been intended as a good-natured chiding, and when Claude asks why he’s so upset, Dimitri brings up the fact that he not only worried his friends and classmates, he took resources away from the search for Flayn in the process...and, still a little hazy and rambling, he talks about the pressures of his position as prince of Faerghus, how everyone is waiting for him to become king, how he has his fellow Blue Lions students to take care of here and once he’s crowned he’ll have to take care of all Faerghus...and Claude remarks, carefully, that while it’s all fine and good to want to take care of people, Dimitri needs to take care of himself, first.  He can’t take care of them if he can’t even stay on his own feet, right?  So even if it’s not for his own sake, he’s gotta take the time to get treated.

Dimitri’s a little taken aback by this, since he’s never heard the argument like that: usually it’s the other way around, with people trying to spur him more quickly into action for the sake of his duties; it gives him a lot to think about while he leans on Claude and they make their way back to the monastery together. 

Also a few months later Claude convinces Dimitri to give him dancing lessons for the White Heron Cup and that is probably one of my favorite mental images from the whole of the Academy Phase.

#answered #anonymous #fire emblem: three houses #spite project #have i mentioned that they're qpp #because they're qpp as i write them #i didn't even get into claude messing up the battle of the eagle and lion either #another of my favorite things about this #but then i have a lot of favorite moments in this thing #there's a reason the summary alone is 30 pages long

[mommymooze]

Sing Me to Sleep

A little Soulmates AU with Felix and Sailor

Felix' POV

It started when he was young. He could hear them singing but couldn’t understand a word. The melody is pretty and they sing almost every afternoon. Sometimes they sang themselves to sleep. Sometimes he would sing a few notes to them, trying to get them to sing so he could go to sleep, he was always happy when it worked. As they got older they sang much less. Sometimes he sang too, but after Glenn died, well, there is no longer a reason to sing.

Then they were teenagers, at least he thinks they were. The songs as a little kid were all kid songs. They resuming their singing, the music is quite lively, like the music of traveling minstrels or in taverns. He had not been to many, but his father took him along sometimes when hunting or checking out the territory. It was quiet again for a few months and then the songs started again. Sea shanties? Songs of boats and water and ships, sailing, monsters and fights. Some he understood the words to, others he didn’t Some were quite filthy in their language.

He does not sing. Never develops an interest in it. He loves to listen to music, especially operas. Why doesn’t this voice sing songs that he would like? They are entertaining, like when the ship is fighting a monster stopping it from taking them down to Davey Jones locker, whoever that is. He doesn’t think much of it.

He is slowly growing into becoming a fine man. His father sends him to the Officers Academy for military training. How to fight, plan battles, to be a proper soldier, just as his father sent him and his father before him.

He is a member of the Blue Lions and meets with several old friends and makes new friends with others from the kingdom.

Accidentally he discovers Annette’s secret songs. He’s heard some of them several times and cannot help but singing them to himself as he practices his sparring, trying to get her footwork just right with certain pieces.

Sailor’s POV

Mother said she had fallen in love with father’s voice the first time she had heard it. But this didn’t sound like a lovely voice like mothers or fathers. It was a little kid that sang in her head and he sang in Fodlan and he cried a lot when he sang. He stopped for a long time. She is too busy with her own life to worry about some whineybaby boy singing to her. She must learn about boats and the ocean and help the family move their goods and trade with the Sreng and Ducsur and Dagda and anyone else they could. Then father got hurt and they were landbound. She tried to live it up in grandmother’s inn, singing for the tenants, dancing and being randy.

She cannot resist the call of the sea. Most of the money she saved she gave to her mother and left at first light to join a three-mast sailing ship heading towards Brigid. She never looked back. Changed her name, lived with the other men on the boats. She could outfight them all if anyone tried to get fresh or too close.

Now she finds herself in the center of the continent, far from the beloved sea. Signs up for a school teaching her the ways of fighting and battling on land. She joins the Golden Deer, containing kids from all over the Alliance. She sings here and there. When one of her team is upset she sings a lullaby. When they march she sings song to help pass the time. Singing songs around a campfire is always grand entertainment.

Her professor knows she wishes to learn faith magic and puts her in the choir every weekend.

Then she’s put on kitchen duty with Mercedes, except the girl that shows up is a redhead. Her name’s Annette and her best friend is sick so she’ll help out for her. Sailor’s been around a galley or two and certainly knows how to cook multiple fish dishes so she takes charge. She puts Annette to work on bread dough.

Sailor almost drops a mackerel on the floor when she hears “Steaks and Cakes”. The dark haired woman turns and stares into the back of Annette’s head as she finishes the song that she has heard multiple times a day, sometimes well into the night, for the last few weeks.

“Nice tune there, girly. Where’d you hear that?” Sailor asks.

Oh!” Annette’s kneejerk response is to drop everything in her hands and Sailor dives to save the huge ball of dough from hitting the floor. Annette’s face turns very red. “You can forget what you’ve heard. It’s nothing.”

“You’ve heard that music makes time fly and the work go quick, right?” Sailor smiles. “Tell you what. I’ll sing a song then you sing one and we’ll see if we can get this done quick and have fun.”

Annette nods and Sailor sings the song about Molly Malone who sells cockles and mussels. First the normal version, then a naughtier seafaring version as she shimmies her shoulders and waggles her derriere. Annette breaks into hysterics. Sailor is right. The work goes swiftly and they have a lot of fun trading songs and singing together. The kitchen staff arrives just in time to serve the food, releasing the students from their duties.

Sailor and Annette are laughing and joking as they head out the back door of the kitchen and run into Felix who stands there dumbfounded.

Sailor looks at him warily, “You okay over there Fraldarius? Looks like you’ve seen a ghost!”

“Eeep!” Annette screeches. “No ghosts for me, I’m out of here!” and runs off.

Sailor doesn’t skip meals, she heads to the counter and grabs a plate with a fish sandwich, taking a seat at a nearby table. Dinner complete she hits the training grounds to see if anyone is up for sparring practice. Ferdinand is available, they fight with lances for a while, then he must to leave. She walks outside to the archery range, picking up a practice bow, stringing it and then grabbing a quiver. Somehow the library song comes to mind and every time she sings big boom, she lets an arrow loose to smash into the target for the boom.

Felix storms over to the Archery range. “Don’t you ever stop fucking singing? Do you know how hard it is with you in my head all the time?”

Sailor loses all concentration. The bowstring slaps hard into her left forearm and she breaks the arrow in her hand as she just realizes that Felix is the one that hears her all the time. Now she suddenly recognizes his voice. When he sings it is soft and in a much higher pitch than when he talks, but it is him.

Her brain comes back to the current circumstances with her arm bleeding from the bits of wood and string burn and the Fraldarius man angry with her. “Uh, sorry?”

“Why did you go and do that to yourself, idiot” He’s now chastising her and sitting her down on a bench, looking her arm over. Making sure there are no splinters in her skin he casts a light faith spell, enough to remove most of the sting from the rough contact with the bowstring and few jabs from the wood splinters.

“Thanks.” She whispers.

Felix looks away. “No big deal. Just…try not to sing when I’m practicing, it throws me off.” He heads back to the training grounds, then steps back looking at her.

“Do not ever sing that cockles song for Sylvain. Just…don’t ever.” She swears there is a bit of a smile was on his face as he marched back to the training grounds.

#fe3h #fe16 #feth #felix hugo fraldarius #fire emblem three houses #Soulmates #Fe Felix x OC

[nanigma]

Blue Lions Translation Chapter 3

Okay, these things take a long time for me to put out, because I mostly get my translation vibe on in the evening. And I work most evenings these days.

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My comments in italics

Starting out with the Exploration Dialogue, cause the mission briefing scene is the exact same for all houses.

Exploration

Dimitri

Dimitri: Even when there's no chance to win, there are situations where you simply have to draw your sword and fight.

Dimitri: However, this case seems far too excessive... Lord Lonato is not that much of a fool.

Dimitri: … If he had enough allies to make his rebellion a decisive one, it would be a different matter of course.

[Choose: Allies?] and [Choose: What do you mean?]

Dimitri: … Ah, no.... it was an idle thought. It's just, there's definitely something suspicious about this.

Dimitri: Even if we are only dealing with the aftermath, something unexpected can always happen. Please make sure to be thorough in your preparations, Professor.

English has Dimitri refer to some vague preparations already being in place in his first sentence, whereas the Japanese more clearly refers to them only being supposed to be there for the aftermath. 

Dedue

Dedue: His Highness is strong. However, no matter how skilled, if he takes to the front lines, anything may happen to him.

Dedue: … He is a great man that Faerghus absolutely cannot afford to lose.

Dedue: I wonder if the church understands this.

Two things to point out here about how Dedue refers to Dimitri here. First he uses あの方 (ano kata) for him, which is very polite and respectful way to talk about someone in the third person. 方 (person, in this case) is the more polite form of  人 (hito), which can also mean person, but usually in a more human/man/woman kind of way.  Now Dedue uses  方 twice in this sentence and that is to refer to Dimitri also as an お方 (okata), which again is a highly respectful term. Suggested translations are often gentlemen/lady, though the connotations obviously don’t fit in this case. Too bad the English translation didn’t incorporate this moment of fanboyism. :(

Felix

Felix: … Catherine, huh? Her excellent technique, the sword she wields....

Felix: Hm... Apparently, she hides her past so thoroughly, it seems not even fragments of it are known.

Felix: I suggest you also make her your sparring partner. She is strong... likely stronger than even you.

Ashe

Ashe: …...

Ashe: Professor, there has to be some mistake. The thought that Lord Lonato would be raising an army is simply...

Ashe: … He didn’t say anything even to me.

Sylvain

Sylvain: Professor, did you see Felix around? He's always had a habit of vanishing the second I take my eyes off him.

[Choose: I saw him at the training grounds] +Support with Sylvain

Sylvain: Well, just as I thought. Sorry, Professor. Thanks for helping me out!

[Choose: I saw him at the dining hall]

Sylvain: Oh, is that so? Sorry, Professor. … At any rate, he must be eating there by himself, I am sure.

English is simple (which just has him go “Right, it’s meal time”), but I feel the Japanese line implies that he was planning on inviting Felix to eat with him and is disappointed to be told he already went ahead.

Mercedes

Mercedes: I heard rumours regarding Lord Lonato. They say he is a very kind and gentle lord.

Mercedes: I really wonder why such a kind man would suddenly raise an army...?

Mercedes: Ah, by the way, Professor. Didn't you work late again yesterday? Pushing yourself isn't good for you.

Mercedes: People who stay up late will have a ghost rise up from the bottom of their well and... Just kidding.

I am sure everyone is familiar with Japanese ghosts and their association with wells. Most famous of the older stories is probably Okiku.

Annette

Annette: This time we have to help out the knights, correct? Could that mean...

Annette: … Ah, no, I am sorry! It's just, someone I am looking for might be among the knights.

[Choose: Is he a knight?]

Annette: Yes. If he is here, most likely... it's just a possibility, he might also be among the monks.

Now I am imagining Gilbert with a tonsure.

[Choose: It would be nice if you could meet him] +Support with Annette

Annette: Thank you so much, Professor! I'll definitely catch him someday...!

Ingrid

Ingrid: I simply cannot understand why His Highness would allow someone from Duscur at his side.

Ingrid: 4 years ago, they committed treason by killing the king and slaughtered all of the innocent soldiers and knights accompanying him.    

Ingrid: Even if His Highness forgives them, I cannot do so... ever.

Ingrid interestingly uses the term 弑逆し (shiigyakushi) here, which refers to killing your own lord or father. This would imply Duscur was already some kind of vassal state to Faerghus, but from what we know Duscur was independant before the Tragedy. (I checked the books in the library on this in Japanese) Feels like a weird inconsistency.

Scene: Into the Fog

Dimitri: Being able to accompany “Thunder Catherine”, famed for her bravery... haha, it is quite an honour.

[Choose: Thunder?] and [Choose: Thunderbird?]

Okay, this is a bit of a word joke that the English decided to skip out on entirely rather than come up with an alternative. So Catherine's relic is simply named “Thunder” (雷霆 raitei) in Japanese, netting her the nickname “Thunder Catherine”. The first response would simply be Byleth wanting to clarify this. The second response implies they also didn't even listen too closely to Dimitri and heard something different: Thunderbird ( 雷鳥  raichou)... or better known to us as the real life bird species “ptarmigan”, whose Japanese name uses the kanji for thunder and bird. Sadly, this slip up doesn't change any dialogue and the localization didn’t have a joke here..

Catherine: Hm, you don't know? This is “Thunder”... It is one of the Heroes' Relics.

Catherine: A very long time ago, the goddess granted her power to ten heroes... It took the form of these Relics that were passed down to their descendants.

Catherine: Although tempting, there won't be a chance to swing Thunder this time. After all, our duty is to deal with the aftermath.

Sidenote, but Catherine uses the pronoun “atashi” for herself, which is typically considered extremely girly or even childish. It is also written in katakana, which makes it stand out more and implies a “rougher” pronounciation.

[If Ashe is alive]

Ashe: … Why would Lord Lonato start such a reckless uprising?

Catherine: Shouldn't you be the one with more details on this, Ashe?

Ashe: I don't understand. He didn't tell me anything about this...

Dimitri: … I am sure Lord Lonato didn't want you to get involved in his revenge.

[Choose: How are Ashe and Lord Lonato related?]

Ashe: Lord Lonato adopted me and raised me like he would a true son.

Another interesting side note: Japan didn't do what we consider adoption for a big part of it's history. Rather, it was mostly common to do for those without a male heir. One way had them finding a suitable husband for their daughter (usually one without an inheritance of his own), then adopted their new son-in-law into the family, so their name could be passed on. The other way involved adopting a distant relative.

What this means is that Japanese media often handles adoption plots a bit weird from what we know. So Ashe is super formal when talking about and to his ostensible father figure, as well as his role as a commoner being far more emphasized than his adoption by nobility. Japan really isn't as gung ho about “Blood doesn't matter” when it comes to family as the western world is. The relationship between adoptive kids and parents often feels more like a benefactor with his beneficiary.

Ashe: He was also a kind, great man. And yet still... This must have something do with my adoptive brother...

In relation to the above, the term Ashe uses to refer to Christophe here is more commonly seen when adressing one's brother-in-law.

[Choose: Revenge?] or [Continuing]

Catherine: Hey, Byleth. Do you know about the Tragedy of Duscur?

[Choose: I've heard about it] and [Choose: I have no idea]

Catherine: Well, it's the name of an incident from 4 years ago, where the King of the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus was killed by the people of Duscur, but...

Dimitri: ...I do not mind. Catherine, please continue.

Catherine: Lord Lonato's son, Christoph, was executed by the church on charges of being involved in the incident.

[Choose: The church executes criminals..?]  

Catherine: From the church's perspective,  in place of the still chaotic kingdom, we passed judgement that did not exceed the doctrine.

[Choose: Why was the king targeted?]

Dimitri: …......

Catherine: It was known that King Lambert planned to implement large scale reforms and he had a lot of political enemies.

[Continuing]

Catherine: … Whatever the truth, since then, Lord Lonato has held a grudge against the church.

Catherine: No... it would be more accurate to say that he has a grudge against the church and the one who handed him over to the church...

Church Soldier: Report! The enemy is drawing closer! There is no way to avoid them!

Church Soldier: The enemy forces were much greater than expected and because of the mist, they managed to slip through the knights' siege on them!

Catherine: Oh... Byleth, our mission has changed. Everyone, prepare for battle!

During Battle

Skipping most of Catherine's dialogue

Dimitri: There's shouting coming from within the fog... it appears the knights have already started the battle.

[Reacting to killing militia]

Ashe: Even the townspeople were sent to battle...!? Lord Lonato... why would you...!

Dimitri: Ugh... I am sorry... This is not something that can be forgiven... !

In English Dimitri seems to target this last bit at the civilians, but to me this here sounds more like he is directing it at Lonato for sending them into battle.

Ashe vs. Lonato

Lonato: Ashe... stand aside. I have to defeat the wicked ones! Without fail!  

Ashe: Lord Lonato... please stop this now! Why would you do something so reckless?

Lonato: Rhea is an infidel that deceives the people and blasphemes against the goddess. With a cause this great, we surely possess the divine protection of the goddess.

Ashe: Even if you say that, all of this is wrong. How could you mobilize even the townsfolk!

Lonato: … In that case, turn your blade against me without hesitation! I cannot turn back at this point!

Dimitri vs. Lonato

Lonato: I deeply apologize, Your Highness... To think I would come to cross swords with you...

Dimitri: … Lord Lonato. I sympathize with your resentment to an extent.

Dimitri is being extremely formal here, using the pronoun “貴公" (kikou) to address Lonato. It's a very archaic term (aka. Samurai old), normally used by men to refer to other men that are equal or below them in rank. He is already pretty formal usually, but this shows he turns it up a notch when dealing with kingdom affairs.

Dimitri: I have no wish to take you down, but... I apologize.

Lonato: Your Highness... For my son, for the sake of the people, I simply cannot stop here.

Lonato: If it is your wish to stand in my way, then I can only force you aside...

Scene: A Harsh Reality 

[If Ashe is alive]

Ashe: ... Why did something like this happen. Even though Lord Lonato used to be such a kind man.

Ashe: The townsfolk were all such good people too... And yet, these people... I killed them.

Ashe: There was nothing... There was nothing else we could do. I know that, but I... !

Dimitri: ... Please, don't push yourself, Ashe.

Ashe: ... I apologize for making you worry.

Ashe: ... I will take a moment to assess the situation in town. I just hope my younger siblings are okay...

[He leaves]

Dimitri: … For me this was also the first time I fought against citizens. I did it, even though protecting them is my duty.

[If Ashe is dead]

Dimitri: There were militiamen among the enemies. … For me this was the first time I fought against citizens.

[Continuing]

[Choose: It was an unavoidable sacrifice] and [Choose: That's just reality]

Dimitri: … These people were neither knights nor soldiers! They were not just people to be... killed.

Dimitri: No... I am sorry. It is not right to blame you.

Dimitri: Indeed, if we had not killed them, many more citizens may have lost their lives in the future.

Dimitri: I can understand this logically. But still... Hey, Professor.

Dimitri: In any era, the people in power always fight and howl at each other for the sake of some greater cause or to avenge the lives that were trampled upon.

Dimitri: Still... can any loss of life be forgiven, so long as you hold up the two words saying “Greater Cause”?

In Japanese, it's 'the two characters' that make up the word 'taigi' (greater cause).

Dimitri: Lord Lonato did not raise his blade out of self-interest, but for the sake of the justice he dedicated himself to.

Dimitri: Maybe if we didn't cut them down like that, we might have found some other way together...

Dimitri: I ... have to think that. Though maybe you’ll just tell me I am downplaying it and laugh at me.

[Switch back to Catherine with some dialogue common to all routes]

#3H #blue lions #nanigma translates

[kumeko]

Sylvain and F!Byleth- 13

From this! Sylvain’s such a flirt but I like writing him a little flustered. I’m going to try to finish the other three this week, but if anyone else wants on, feel free to dm!

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There was something absolutely calming about strollingthrough Garreg Mach in the afternoon. A strong sun, nonexistent breeze, and thesoft warble of birds, and it was easy for Sylvain to forget about his worries.Well, mostly easy. He cast an idle eye on his surroundings, on the slowlyreducing piles of rubble, on the scorch marks on the wall. Despite his formerclassmates’ best efforts, the signs of battle were not so simply erased.

 Still, it was a nice day. Even in the midst of a raging war,it was important to take time off and recuperate. Sylvain glanced at thedark-haired woman next to him and grinned. Honestly, it had been ages since he’dgone on a date with Byleth.

 Dating. He was dating Byleth. They were lovers. He could getused to calling her girlfriend.

Interlacing his hands behind his head, he glanced curiouslyat the clipboard in her hand. “What’re you doing again?”

 “Patrolling and taking stock,” Byleth stated. Almost all ofher sentences felt like a confirmation of a fact. “I need to see how therepairs are going.”

 “Ah, two very important duties.” Sylvain nodded sagely. Itwasn’t a proper date, but he’d take what he could get. “What do you think?”

 Byleth frowned, looking up from her notes. “It’s…” Shepaused, looking at the crumbling columns and collapsed entranceways. Herfingers curled into a tight fist. “It’s getting there.”

 That was the word for it. The monastery was getting there.His classmates were getting there. Five years was a long time and even thoughhe’d known some of these people almost all his life, Sylvain felt like he wasrelearning who they were. Though, it must be worse for Byleth. For her, fiveyears ago was just yesterday. What did it look like in her eyes, to seeeverything change but have no context for it? He grabbed her hand and squeezedit.

 She was here today, at least. Whatever came next, she’d witnessit. He’d make sure of it. When she looked at him questioningly, Sylvain smiledand pointed at an overturned bench. “I remember spending a lot of time on thatbench.”

 Byleth stared at him before turning to the bench. “Yes, yourejected a lot of girls there.”

 He winced. “Maybe not a lot—”

 Byleth snorted and shook her head. “A lot.”

 “Fine, fine.” Perhaps that wasn’t the best memory to bring up.Directing her down a corridor to what used to be the gazebo, he said, “Whenthis is fixed, we can have tea here again. It was really cute when you invitedme.”

 At that, Byleth smiled, her expression tender. “I’d likethat.”

 “It’s a date.” Brimming with confidence, Sylvain pointed ata corner. “That’s where I used to kiss—” He cut himself off. Maybe that wasn’tthe right story to share. Instead, he turned to where a door hung off itshinges. “I liked sneaking in—” Nope, another memory best kept to himself.

 Actually, now that he thought about it, almost every memoryhe had of the monastery was filled with secret trysts and discrete kisses. Likethe stables or the training room or—damn. Ingrid hadn’t been kidding when she’dyelled at him. The school felt like a minefield now and desperate, he searchedfor a spot that didn’t have former fling attached to it. For once, he didn’twant to send a girl home crying.

 No, he wanted their burgeoning to last.  

 Byleth’s lips quirked, amused. “It’s good to see makinggirls cry wasn’t the only thing you did.”

 “Byleth!” Sylvain flushed, his ears burning from embarrassment.Just how many of his breakups did she witness? If only he had listened toIngrid.

 Byleth’s expression didn’t change and he hoped she was justteasing him. “I—”

 “Sylvain!” Ingrid’s voice echoed through the stone corridors.“Where are you?”

 He frowned. It was like she had a sixth sense for thesethings. Maybe she’d honed after years of cleaning up his messes. Looking overhis shoulder, he sighed. While Ingrid wasn’t in sight yet, it was only a matterof time before she dragged him off for some task or the other. Turning back toByleth, he squeezed her hand. “I wanted to spend more time together, but alas,duty calls.”

 An unreadable expression crossed Byleth’s face and shenodded. “It does.”

 Sylvain sighed again. His girlfriend was a little stoic, tosay the least. It was adorable, truly was, but sometimes…sometimes he wished itwas easier to guess what she was thinking. To know what she felt. If thefeeling that threatened to overwhelm him wasn’t as big for her. “Call me nexttime you’re patrolling!” He raised her hand and kissed while winking. “Cutedates like these are fun.”

 She bit her lip. “They are.”

 “Sylvain!” Ingrid was closer now, frustration leaking intoher voice. He glanced down the corridor once more and caught sight of her greendress.

 “Co—”

 “Sylvain.” Interrupting him, Byleth stepped back into theshadow of a column.

 “Yes, love?” he asked, automatically stepping after her.

 Without warning, she tugged his tie, yanking him down beforekissing him firmly. Her other hand gripped his hair, pulling him closer beforefinally letting go. Gently, she murmured against his lips, “I wanted to spendmore time together too.”

 With an enigmatic smile, she slipped off down the hall.

 “There you are!” Ingrid grumbled, her footsteps clanking againstthe granite floor. “Why didn’t you answer me?”

 “S-sorry,” Sylvain muttered, pressing his burning faceagainst the cool stone column. And here he thought he was the flirt, thecharming one. If he fell for Byleth any faster, he was going to drown.

#fire emblem #sylvain #byleth #sylveth #fe3h #fe three houses #bylvain #fanfic #finally got one down #a little later than I intended #didn't realize this was the last week of feb #lol #Anonymous

[roman-writing]

A Study in Hospitality (3/?)

Fandom: Fire Emblem Three Houses / Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Pairing: Hilda Valentine Goneril / Marianne von Edmund

Rating: T

Wordcount: 7,657

Summary: There’s a new student at camp half-blood. Hilda, daughter of Aphrodite, has been tasked with showing her around. A Percy Jackson and the Olympians AU

read it below the cut, or you can read it here on AO3

Hilda had a weird dream. Weirder than usual, that is.  

Normally, there would be flying, or all of her hair and teeth falling out, or being rushed to an event but not being able to find anything in her closet except piles upon piles of Doc Martens. You know. Nightmares. The fuzzy, barely half-remembered kind which she awoke from with a grumbled "- the hell?"

This dream had no fuzzy edges. It was crystal clear, like seeing through a fisheye lens. There was a vaulted stone crypt with an altar shaped like an empty bed, but there were no windows or doors along the walls. She stood in the middle of the room, and every breath was an icy mist, pale clouds from her mouth that faded into nothing. 

Hilda shivered. She blinked, and her mother loomed over her. Aphrodite was ten feet tall and utterly inhuman, with eyes like a meadow in spring. She was draped in a pale lilac dress that shimmered when she moved. 

"Tell me, darling," she murmured, and placed her hands upon Hilda's shoulders. Hilda had never felt so dwarfed in her entire life as she did in that moment. "How would you like to die?"

"What?" said Hilda, the single word accompanied by a plume of lung-warm mist. 

And then Aphrodite's hands were around her throat. She squeezed, and Hilda choked. Reaching up, Hilda tugged at her mother's wrists, but no amount of demigod strength could hope to contend with the real deal. 

"My little girl," Aphrodite smiled, and she sounded so soft, her hands like cold dark iron. "Off to be a big hero."

Hilda kicked her feet. She did not know when she had been lifted off the floor, until suddenly the ground was no longer beneath her, and her legs dangled. She gasped for air. Her head swam.

Her mother's voice was a whisper at her ear now. A golden curl of Aphrodite's hair brushed against Hilda's cheek. "Just remember: don't -"

Something knocked against the bed, and Hilda wrenched awake with a wheeze. Her vision still reeled. She clutched at her chest. In the middle of the night, she had tangled herself up in the blankets. Now, she kicked herself free. 

"Yo, wake up already," Sylvain said. He leaned a shoulder against one of the posts that held her bunk bed aloft. "Lorenz told me to tell you that this week's chores list are on the corkboard by the door."

Finally rid of the sheets, Hilda sank back down to her bed. Her heart was still racing. "Thank you," she gasped.

At that, Sylvain's eyebrows rose. "Thank you?" he repeated, incredulous. "Are you sure you're feeling okay there, Hilda? I think the last time you said 'thank you' to me when we traded duties for a week so you could get to second base with that blue-haired kid from Ares cabin."

Closing her eyes, Hida inhaled a deep breath. Air had never tasted so sweet. "Yeah. I'm fine. Just -" 

She waved at him to leave her alone. He shrugged, and sauntered off without another word. 

Dreams with gods weren't exactly uncommon, but Hilda was hard-pressed to remember the last time she'd had one. Most gods took a general disinterest in their half-mortal children. Aphrodite was no exception. Hell, Hida had only ever met her mother in person three times before, and that was considered a rarity even amongst this crowd. Most demigods were lucky to meet their divine parent once in their entire lives. Or unlucky, depending on the circumstances. 

Hilda had always considered herself fortunate to be so favoured. Being the favoured kid -- along with Holst -- had always been something to flaunt. After that dream however, she wasn’t sure she wanted to see dear old mom again any time soon. Even if it was just a dream. 

Which, of course it was. Just a dream. Just a really weird dream. 

With a groan, Hilda clambered out of bed. She yawned, and rubbed at her eyes as she dragged her feet over to the line of self-contained bathroom cubicles at the far end of the cabin. She shut and locked the door behind her. She already had her toothbrush in her mouth, when she caught sight of herself in the mirror, and froze. 

Her eyes widened. Toothbrush still sticking from the side of her mouth, Hilda leaned forward to more closely inspect her reflection.  

There were bruises at her throat. 

--

The bruises mostly vanished before breakfast. Being a demigod had its perks, like quick healing. But the bruises still managed to freak Hilda out in the meantime. 

Seriously. What the hell? Being a demigod was supposed to be about being near indestructible, having cool powers, and doing backflips with swords. Not whatever the fuck this was.

Before she could even reach the dining pavilion however, Hilda was assailed en route.

"Hey! Hilda! Wait up!"

She turned, irritated. The dining pavilion was close enough that she could smell breakfast. Plus, she'd had a pretty shit morning, all things considered. She wanted food.

"What now?" Hilda asked.

Claude jogged up to her. His usual bow was disguised as a garishly coloured headband. Somehow, he managed to make it work; he had enough confidence to pull off even the most outrageous outfits. If Hilda hadn’t known better, she might have thought they were partly related.

He stopped at a comfortable distance from her. "Someone got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning."

"Proving that it can even happen to the best of us." Hilda made a 'hurry up' motion with her hand. "Now, what's up? My stomach is angry today, so make it snappy."

If anything, Claude took on a more relaxed air. "Far be it from me to come between you and a meal. But I'll be quick. It's about Marianne -"

Hilda rolled her eyes. "Gods, not this again."

"Just hear me out." Claude raised his hands and then made a gesture as though parting a curtain for a grand finale. "Poseidon's daughter."

"Really?" Hilda said, her tone flat and completely unimpressed.

"Oh, c'mon! Think about it." He began to tick off items on his fingers. "Causes earthquakes. Loves horses. Suspiciously avoids going into water around others. The trident on the coin you were telling me about."

"A weird broken trident," Hilda corrected.

"Right. A trident. Also, you've got a lot of hickeys on your neck, just so you know."

Even the mention of the bruises fading at her throat made Hilda's blood run cold. She lifted the collar of her shirt, and grumbled, "Yeah. Thanks."

"I thought you weren't seeing anyone right now? The only person I ever see you hanging around with these days is -" And then Claude's eyes widened. "You're canoodling with the new girl?"

At that, Hilda let out a snort of laughter. It was so utterly ridiculous an idea, that it drove the recent memory of her nightmare right from her mind. She clapped him on the shoulder, and hung on as she continued to laugh. "Okay. Thank you. Really. I needed a good laugh."

"Well, if it's not her, then who is it?" Claude's mouth widened into a smirk. "I do see you being cornered by Seteth an awful lot. That would explain things."

Hilda shoved at his shoulder. "Ew! Gross! As if!"

He still managed to take the time to pat her on the back in a manner that was both friendly and patronising at the same time. It made her think of her brother. "It's okay. I get it. He's got the hot dad thing going for him. Some people are into that."

"Okay. I'm leaving," Hilda huffed, and -- true to her word -- spun around in her heel and marched off, nose in the air.

Claude called after her, "Just think about what I said! About Poseidon! And dad bods!!"

"No, thank you!" Hilda waved over her shoulder without looked back, then pushed past one of the draped banners that hung between the pillars of the pavilion.

The pavilion had no official entrances. Shaped like an ancient temple without walls, it could be entered on any side that had a gap between the pillars. The campers within were shielded from the elements by a mixture of magic and long lengths of cloth, each bearing the colours and emblems of the various gods and goddesses represented at the camp. When Hilda passed beneath the banner of Aphrodite, she could smell myrtle in spring, and feel the brush of dove's wings against her skin.

It was early enough in the morning that there were still quite a few people seated at their respective tables. That in and of itself earned Hilda a few curious turned heads and waves in her direction. Normally, she didn't wander into the dining pavilion until the very last second. She would laze around in bed, and then use a late breakfast as an excuse to stave off chores for as long as possible. 

Now, she waved back at one or two people. On the walk over to the Aphrodite table however, she paused. Lysithea was just finishing up scraping leftovers into the central brazier. The coals spat and popped, but nothing more. Just as Lysithea was setting down her plate and making to leave the pavilion, Hilda stepped in her path. 

"Good morning, Lysithea!" Hilda said, far more peppy than she actually felt, but needs must. "Aren't you looking scholarly today!"

Lysithea arched an eyebrow down at her. She was the youngest in their age bracket, but she was still taller than Hilda, which irritated Hilda to no end. "What do you want?"

Hilda tried for a look of wide-eyed innocence. "Do I need to want something from you? Can't a girl just be nice and say hello? And maybe flirt shamelessly a little?"

"I already have a girlfriend. So, I'm not interested. Thanks." And with that, Lysithea started walking away.

Hilda had to scamper to get back into her path and stop her from going too far. "Okay, okay!" Hilda said, her voice dropping back to its usual timbre. "I may have been hoping to ask you a few questions. But it's because you're soooo smart, and I was just wanting your opinion on something that's been bugging me lately."

Lysithea only squinted in reply.

"You don't belive me?" Hilda asked. And, okay, so maybe she added a little breathless quality to her voice. Some habits are hard to break, alright?

"No."

"Well, don't worry. You're very cute, but you and Edelgard are safe from my many charms."

Sighing, Lysithea checked her watch, which was turned inwards to her wrist. "You have three minutes. Don't waste them."

"Right. To business, then." Hilda squared her shoulders, and cleared her throat. Her voice dropped another note or two, until it more closely resembled comfortable, unaffected speaking range. Also so that other people couldn't overhear. "You know the new girl? In Demeter Cabin?"

"I know of her," Lysithea replied. She crossed her arms, already tapping her fingers. 

"Doesn't it seem strange? That she's in Demeter Cabin, I mean. She's not like any other Demeter kid I've ever met before."

"Not everything about the gods and their half-mortal children are as they seem to be," Lysithea said. "You, yourself, for instance seem the epitome of any child of Aphrodite, but people would be foolish to assume you are without cunning."

"Aww, I thought you said no flirting?" Hilda made sure her grin had a flash of dimples. 

At that, Lysithea's cheeks flushed a light shade of pink, but her glare could cut glass. "Unless you want me to hex you three ways to Sunday, I suggest you continue with your line of questioning. Promptly."

“Geesh! You’re no fun!” Hilda made a face, sticking out her tongue. “Okay. Forreal, though, after that whole earthquake thing, I saw her talking to an owl, and I thought she might be, y'know, inclined towards your family.”

“That’s it? An owl?”

“Well, she can also use weird magic, too! Like you!”

Lysithea rolled her eyes. “Yes, because there is no variation of the skills within my half-siblings, whatsoever.” 

“Listen,” Hilda used her very best brook-no-nonsense tone, which was very no-nonsense-brooking to be honest. “She was talking with an owl. And I just want some answers. Don’t you want to know, too? I know you know that something’s weird here. And I know you know that I know that you like knowing things.”

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Lysithea sighed. “Not all gods have sacred birds. Obviously some of them do. But also some of them have very similar sacred birds. Hestia and Dionysus, for example, with the turtle-dove and dove respectively.”

“Yeah. Okay. But -”

Before Hilda could continue to pepper her with questions, Lysithea interrupted, “Are you sure she was actually talking to the owl?”

Hilda bristled. “I know what I saw!”

“I’m just offering up potential solutions to your problem. Maybe she was just talking to herself, and the owl happened to be there.”

“Both times? When I saw it, and when Raphael saw it?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t you think that’s too much of a coincidence?”

“No.”

“Not even just a teensy little bit?” Hilda held up her thumb and forefinger a hair’s breadth apart.

The muscles of Lysithea’s jaw bunched up. “No. Now, unless you have anymore questions -” 

“Well actually, I’m so glad you said that, because this paper Manuela gave us on the transformation of demigods into mythological Heroes is really tough, and I was hoping you’d explain to me how the god parent in question chooses their heirs to become -”

“Great. Bye.” Lysithea turned on her heel and stalked off before Hilda could squeeze another word in edgewise. 

“Hey! Wait!! Lysithea!” Hilda let her hand drop when it became imminently clear that Lysithea was not going to turn back around under any circumstances, short of a portal to Hell rupturing the earth in twain. Which was a shame, really. Hilda was actually curious about the answer to that question.

Sighing, Hilda shoved her hands into the pockets of her shorts, and blinked in surprise. There was a piece of paper rustling against her fingertips. She pulled it out, curious as to what she had left in her pocket -- she didn't recall leaving anything in there. When she pulled it out and unfolded it however, she made a noise of exasperation. 

Claude's cramped handwriting read: 'find out more about our mystery girl. ps - give the Poseidon thing a chance. you know I'm right.'

Hilda threw the piece of paper towards the lake. It fluttered in the breeze, and landed against her shin. In a fit of frustration, she picked it up, crumpled it into a ball, and then chucked it again. This time it very satisfyingly landed into the lake, and sank beneath the surface of the water. 

When had he even managed to sneak that note into her pocket? It must've happened when they spoke this morning before breakfast. Bastard. 

Not that Claude didn't have a point. Poseidon did seem to be a good bet. Something about the idea didn't sit quite right in Hilda's mind, though. Then again, she had never met a child of one of the Big Three gods. So, maybe Claude's theory had merit. 

Midway through the week however, it became more and more evident that the last thing Marianne needed was scrutiny. She needed socialisation. At the very least she needed a hug. Though, Hilda was ninety-seven percent sure that Marianne would sooner crawl out of her own skin than let someone give her a hug. 

As usual, the two of them were forced to team together for chores throughout the week. On top of that, this week was all about paired activities. About having a buddy, and doing lessons and things with them. Things like: climbing a hundred foot wall in less than two minutes while your partner belayed for you, and canoeing in paired races across the lake, and sparring until either a) their muscles turned to mush, or b) first blood. 

You know. Good wholesome camp stuff.

The first day’s activity Hilda was sure they would win. She knew for a fact that some of the Athena and Ares kids had a deadly fear of heights, but Ingrid took the cake in that exercise, beating the rest of them by a good fifteen feet. The second day’s activity they also lost, which meant that Claude's Poseidon theory was looking thin. Hilda made silent faces at Claude across the beach until he shook his head and mimed a response at her. 

And the activity on the third day ended with Hilda moaning about being too delicate for this kind of strenuous exercise in the middle of the afternoon. It didn't matter that Marianne kept losing their sparring match on purpose, or that there was still a jagged patch of grey rock in the ground where the arena had been repaired earlier in the week. 

By the middle of the sparring lesson, Hilda leaned against her axe, and frowned. "Are you even trying?"

Marianne held her Celestial bronze sword loosely in one hand. Her form was atrocious, but in a way that belied an underlying understanding of swordsmanship itself. Only someone well-trained in the art could do something that terrible. It had to be on purpose.

"What do you mean?"

With one hand, Hilda pushed her sweaty bangs out of her face. "Well, you obviously know how to use that," she said, pointing towards the sword. "But you pretend that you don't. Are you trying to make me feel better by letting me win, or something?"

"No," Marianne mumbled.

"Because, trust me, my ego can take it. It's totally fine."

Marianne's fingers tightened into a fist around the sword hilt. "I never doubted that."

"So, what's the big deal?"

"You underestimate yourself," Marianne said. "You're very strong."

"Thanks. I know. Which is why you shouldn't feel like you need to hold back so much." Hilda lowered her voice slightly. "Didn't we talk about this in the woods the other day? I told you, I'm not made of glass. None of us here are. You're among people like you now, remember?"

Still, Marianne dropped her eyes and refused to meet Hilda's gaze. She nodded in silence, but said nothing. 

Hilda hefted her axe to her shoulder, shrugging against the weight as though the heavy Celestial bronze were as light as paper. "Well, come on, then. Hit me with your best shot." She said it in a sing-song tone, and bent her knees slightly as though in anticipation for a blow.

Marianne swallowed nervously. "I don't -" she started to say, but stopped. Her tongue darted out to wet her lower lip, before she continued, "I don't like hurting people."

"Who said I was going to get hurt, huh?"

After a long pause, Marianne lifted her sword once more. It was a half-hearted attempt at coming en garde, but at least her form was correct this time. Hilda used the flat of her axe to swat Marianne's sword aside. It did not fall from Marianne's hand, but it did leave her wide open for an attack. 

Hilda advanced a step forward, forcing Marianne to take a step back in order to keep distance. "Don't be like that. Hit me back. Make me work for it."

Rather than raise her sword, Marianne continued to retreat while Hilda walked towards her. "I thought you didn't like to work."

"Yeah, but there's something about you that makes me think putting in the effort isn't so bad."

Marianne blinked. "Why?"

"I don't know. It's weird. You’re weird. I kind of like it." Hilda shrugged, and swung her axe again. 

With movements sinuous as a shadow's Marianne slipped out of Hilda's range, easily dodging the blow. Her sword still hung at her side, held loosely in her hand. They were starting to circle around the other pairs of sparring partners now, moving to avoid anyone. Hilda darted forward, swiping at Marianne with her axe, attack after slashing attack, all of which met nothing but air. 

"You know," Hilda said, "Not all confrontation is bad. Sometimes sucking it up, and facing someone down really does make life materially better.” 

“I think you and I have had very different life experiences,” said Marianne. 

After basically chasing Marianne all the way around the area twice, Hilda could feel the sweat beginning to collect dust and grime from the arena. In stark contrast, Marianne hardly looked like she had done anything more than take a leisurely stroll. Her dark eyes were steady and unblinking, reading Hilda’s every movement with the familiarity of someone who had seen years of combat training. 

They had amassed a bit of a crowd. Some of the other campers had stopped their own sparring to watch. Hilda continued to chat casually, even as she swung her axe at Marianne, knowing that her attack would be dodged yet again.

"Have you considered a haircut?" 

Marianne stepped to the side, and circled around Hilda, forcing her to flail her axe in a broad horizontal sweep for the follow up attack. "No. Why?"

"No reason. I just think it would look good on you, is all."

"I like my hair long."

"That's fine. You can keep it long. I'm just thinking a trim. Your bangs are hiding your eyes. Bangs are supposed to be a framing device for your face! Not hide it!"

With a thoughtful hum, Marianne actually parried with her blade, but did not counter attack. "I'm not sure."

"I can show you later, if you want?" Hilda offered, while bringing her axe down so hard it buried itself into the arena floor. She had to tug it free with a grunt. "I think you'd look really cute."

"Oh. Well, I don't know about that." Marianne dodged the attempt at flattery with as much skill as she dodged everything else. 

"Do I look like I don't know what I'm talking about?"

"No. I think you look very stylish."

"Exactly. Which is why you should totally let me give you a makeover one of these days."

"Hmm," said Marianne dubiously. 

"That wasn't a 'no'," Hilda pointed out. She shortened her grip upon her axe to make smaller more controlled movements with it, none of which connected. "Tell you what. Let's play a game. If I can land a hit, then I give you a makeover. And if you disarm me, then you can -- I don't know -- push me into the lake."

"I don't want to push you into the lake."

"Then, what do you want?"

For a moment Marianne mulled that over. She tapped the flat of her sword against her thigh. "Sorbet."

Hilda grinned. "Deal!"

Marianne nodded, and agreed in a far softer tone, "Deal."

This time, when Hilda swung her axe, she feinted. She twisted her shoulders one direction, then changed her footing at the last second so she could bring her axe down to exactly where Marianne had moved. Except this time, Marianne's sword arced up in a gleam of bronze, expertly guided into the groove between axe and handle, so that when Marianne flicked her wrist with a twist, it wrenched the axe handle from Hilda's hands. 

Or at least, it would have, had Hilda not hung on to the axe for dear life. 

Eyes wide in surprise, Hilda stumbled forward. Faster than even the semi-immortal eye could follow, Marianne reached forward with her spare hand, grabbed the long-handled hilt of the axe above Hilda's own grip, and yanked. At the same time, she delicately planted her foot into the middle of Hilda's chest, and pushed. 

The next thing Hilda knew, the air had been knocked out of her, and she was flat on her back. 

A dark shape blotted out the sun, and for a moment it seemed that the shadow Marianne cast while standing over her extended across all the earth. She blocked the sun like the moon during an eclipse. It hurt to look at her. 

Then Hilda blinked, and the moment passed. 

“Sorry,” Marianne said. 

She extended her hand in a silent offer. It was the reverse of last week, when Hilda had helped her to her feet. Without thinking, Hilda reached out and grabbed hold of Marianne’s hand, allowing herself to be hauled upright. A few people were clapping and laughing on the sidelines.

“Are you alright?” asked Marianne. Her hand lingered for a second -- as frightfully cold as it had been the last time they had touched -- before she snatched it away. 

Hilda smiled. She brushed a hand down the front of her own clothes as if wicking off a bit of water, and in a flurry of magic all of the dirt and sweat melted from her, leaving her as clean and fresh as though she had stepped from a shower not five minutes ago.

"Never been better.” She bent down to pick up her axe from the ground, transforming it back into a pair of sunglasses, which she perched atop her nose to complete the look. “Looks like I owe you an ice cream. Or sorbet. Same difference. Want to leave early, and get some now?”

Marianne stared at her. "Was that -" she asked slowly, "- your plan all along? To leave early?"

"Why, are you accusing me of something, Miss Marianne?" Hilda gasped, feigning offence. Then, she lowered her sunglasses just enough to wink over them. "So. Sorbet?"

The corner of Marianne's mouth twitched, but that may have just been a trick of the light. “Yeah. Okay.”

--

If there was one single class that Hilda hated most, it was flying class. The act of flying itself wasn't a problem. In fact, she rather liked it. Especially as a means of convenient transport. Like airplanes. Or helicopters. Or maybe hot air balloons, but those were on thin fucking ice. 

Riding a pegasus, though? No thank you. She would rather wear gumboots and flannel to the Met Gala. 

When Hilda tried to slip away from the class however, she was cornered by Seteth, who was -- unfortunately -- the teacher for that day's lesson. 

"Going somewhere?" 

Hilda froze. She pretended to cough, and turned around, trying to look as haggard as possible. "Oh, Seteth. I'm so glad you asked. I just feel absolutely awful today. I really should sleep this bug off."

Seteth's ageless eyes never left her face. His expression remained fixed and stern, but in a way that somehow made it seem that he was an instant away from a knowing smirk. Like he could see right through her lies. Which, annoyingly, he probably could. 

Damn Titans. Damn pegasi. Damn flying class.

"Now, that is a shame," Seteth said. "Seeing as how, as far as we know, you are the only one Marianne is comfortable touching."

Hilda blinked. "I - uh -? I guess? And also I really don't see how that is relevant."

"Allow me to explain. We are pairing off in today's class, and training for aerial battle manoeuvres." He cocked his head to one side. "Seeing as it would be inhospitable to leave Marianne on the ground while everyone else participated, I was hoping you would do us the kindness of being her partner for this exercise."

"Oh. Well. That's - " Hilda floundered. But before she could even fumble out an excuse, Seteth continued speaking. 

"No matter. If you say you are ill, then you are ill."

Surprised and simultaneously suspicious, Hilda said slowly, "Yes."

"Which is why I must ask Mercedes to heal you. To ensure you are in top shape, of course."

At that, Hilda grimaced. Healing magic when you were actually sick or injured was all fine and dandy. But when you weren't actually sick or injured, it felt -- well, bad, to be perfectly honest. Not that it hurt, so to speak. Just that it felt like someone shoving a tube where it didn't belong in the search for whatever it was that acted as the source of your illness. 

"That won't be necessary -" Hilda tried to say, but Seteth was already turning to wave Mercedes over. In horror, she watched as Mercedes joined them with a concerned look on her face. 

"Mercedes," Seteth said. "Hilda isn't feeling so well, and I was hoping you might assist us, as I do wish for her to partake in today's activities."

"Of course!" Mercedes replied, as cheerful as ever to be helpful in any way. 

With a groan, Hilda allowed her face to be grasped between Mercedes' hands, and her vision was filled with white light. After a very uncomfortable moment, in which Hilda felt like a swarm of flies were crawling beneath her skin, Mercedes let her go. 

Smiling, Mercedes said, "There. Good as new."

"Gee. Thanks." Hilda had to swallow past the magically induced cotton-mouth. 

Mercedes turned to Seteth. "Is there anything else you need?"

"No. Thank you," Seteth said, looking every inch the smug bastard Titan that he was. He wasn't even trying to hide the little smile now. "That will be all."

Mercedes ducked her head in a nod, then trotted back over to the red-haired Athena girl, Annette, and the roan pegasus mare they were going to be riding together. Meanwhile, Seteth continued to watch Hilda. He gestured towards the line of yet unclaimed pegasi. "If you would be so kind."

Grumbling under her breath, Hilda stomped over to where he indicated. Marianne stood apart from the others. Most of the camp members had given up trying to interact with her after a few weeks of being met with awkward silences and constant apologies. When Hilda approached however, Marianne's head lifted. 

"Hi," she greeted with a little wave of her hand. "I thought you said you weren't feeling well?"

Hilda sighed, dragging a hand down her face. "Yeah. Well, Mercedes fixed me up, so now I'm back."

"Oh, good. I'm glad."

"Glad? Really?"

Marianne was wringing her hands together, and darting nervous glances at the other campers. "Well, I - one of the other campers came up to me and asked me to be his partner, and I was afraid Seteth would make me do it."

"Would that be so bad?"

Marianne refused to offer any further explanation. 

"Who asked you?" Hilda asked.

Marianne pointed, and Hilda followed where she indicated. Claude. Of course it was Claude. He saw them looking in his direction. He smiled and waved. 

"He's not so bad," Hilda assured her. 

"I'm sure he isn't. He seemed very nice, in fact."

"And?" 

"And -" Marianne continued at Hilda's urging. "- I don't like spending too much time around people."

Hilda sighed. "I see we're still not past that. Ah, well. Baby steps."

"What?"

"Nothing. Nevermind." Hilda looked down the line of pegasi, who were idly grazing while waiting to be approached by an assigned pair. "C'mon. The sooner we get this over with, the better."

"Alright."

Students were being herded towards the pegasi by Seteth and his daughter, Flayn. Pairs of campers had being to approach a pegasus, and some of the more animal-inclined members were already mounting. Hilda straightened her pink-lensed sunglasses upon her nose, and perused the quickly diminishing selection. 

Minty was unmistakable, with his ivory pale coat and black legs. Hilda made a beeline away from him. There was no way she was going to be saddled with that asshole. Before she could approach the nearest pegasus however, another pair swooped in beside it. 

"Hey!" Hilda said in outrage. "Find your own pegasus!"

Both Edelgard, the head of Athena cabin, and Lysithea gave her reproachful looks that were near identical. Followed by Lysithea saying, "I thought that was your pegasus."

She pointed at Minty. 

Hilda scrunched up her nose. "Ew! No way! What would give you that impression?"

"Because you are often seen talking to him at the stables?" Edelgard answered, as though that were obvious.

"Yeah. Sure, but that doesn't mean he's mine."

Edelgard and Lysithea shared a look, then a shrug. "If you say so," said Lysithea. 

"I just did!" 

Behind her, Marianne cleared her throat softly. "Um -? Hilda?"

Hilda turned. "What's up?"

"I think all of the other pegasi have already been taken."

Hilda looked around. Sure enough, Marianne was right. Swearing loudly, Hilda closed her eyes and tilted her head back to the sky. "Why me?" she groaned.

"I'm sorry -" 

"No, not you, Marianne." Hilda let out a long frustrated exhalation. Then, squaring her shoulders, she marched over to Minty, with Marianne drifting in her wake like a shadow. 

"Hey!" Hilda called out. "Future Glue!"

Two black-tipped ears swivelled at the sound of Hilda's voice, and Minty lifted his head. He was still chewing on a tuft of grass, when his voice filled their heads. "Well, if it isn't my old nemesis, What's-Her-Face. And -" Minty's nostrils flared. "- Carrot Girl."

Coming to a halt before him, Hilda rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. We all have a mutual loathing of one another. What's new?"

"I don't hate you," Marianne said from beside Hilda. 

"That's nice," Minty replied. "But you didn't bring carrots this time."

"Uhm, no. Sorry."

He snorted, then lowered his head to keep eating, utterly disinterested in their presence. 

"Let me handle this," Hilda said to Marianne, then rounded on the pegasus. "Now, listen up. None of us want to be here. But we have to be, or else that guy -" she jerked a thumb over her shoulder towards where Seteth was helping a frantic-looking Hubert onto the back of a pegasus "- will get mad. So, unless you want to buy a one-way ticket to Horse Hell, or whatever, I suggest you cooperate for the next hour or two. Got it?"

The pegasus swished his dark glossy tail, and at the same time stomped one of his back hooves. After a long moment of grass-chewing and contemplation, Minty finally said, "Fine. Get on."

Well, that was easier than anticipated. Hilda didn't even have to wheedle, which was a shame, really. She felt like her wheedling skills were starting to get a bit rusty, and it was always good to practice on something that was immune to charmspeak. 

Hilda held out her hand in a gesture for Marianne to go first. Partly because she was trying to be nice. But mostly because she didn't want to be the one in control of a sentient magical animal. That sounded like way too much responsibility. She'd rather let someone else take the reins.

Not that there were actual reins. Pegasi didn't take very kindly to that kind of thing. They preferred their communication to come in the form of verbal or psychic. Or rude gestures. It really depended on what the situation called for. 

Hilda had expected to need to help Marianne up, but Marianne lifted herself atop the pegasus' back with a sudden surge of grace. She shifted slightly once on his back, tugging at her track pants a bit. She still wore Hilda’s ill-fitting clothes; Hilda would have to call up her brother to see what was taking him so long to send new clothes. 

At the added weight, Minty shuffled his wings, but otherwise remained still. He continued to eat. On the other hand, Hilda tried to haul herself into place twice before giving up. Being short and trying to mount a big horse creature was the bane of her existence. Marianne extended her hand, and pulled at Hilda's wrist, and Hilda nearly went careening over Minty's back onto the other side. She barely stopped herself, but only by grabbing onto Marianne's shoulders. 

Immediately, Marianne stiffened. Which meant Hilda stiffened, and jerked her hands away as if burned. "Sorry."

"It's alright," Marianne mumbled, but she kept her head ducked, and her eyes firmly fixed on the way her fists were clenched around great handfuls of Minty's dark mane.  

"Is it okay if I -?" Hilda held out her hands, but did not touch Marianne's waist. 

A moment of hesitation before Marianne nodded. Even so, Hilda did not immediately touch her. 

From the direction of the stables, Seteth's voice rang out. "Campers, you should now all have mounted your pegasi. I want you to do a lap to the dining pavilion and back, before getting into your pre-determined aerial formations over the lake."

He droned on and on with instructions. Hilda made a miming gesture with her hand that mimicked his incessant talking. Peeking over her shoulder, Marianne saw, and made a funny noise at the back of her throat, before quickly turning back around. 

"Don't fly over the forest," Seteth finished with the usual warnings. "And be back in no later than two hours. If you should need assistance, I will be riding behind you. Now, go."

The literal second he said 'go', Minty spread his wings. Previously Hilda had not properly admired the true breadth of his wingspan. He had always kept them neatly tucked up against his flank every time she had encountered him in the past. Now, seated atop his back, his wings spread a good fifteen feet in either direction, and all of a sudden Hilda felt quite small. 

When he lifted his head, and then reared up on his hind legs, Hilda wrapped her arms around Marianne's waist with a yelp. 

"Is that really necessary?" Hilda asked.

He did not answer. Instead, he charged forward to get a running start, and then his wings swept downwards. With a mighty gust, they were airborne. Air rushed past them as they gained altitude with every downward stroke of Minty's wings. 

Hilda kept her eyes squeezed shut. Her hands firmly grasped each other around Marianne's narrow waist, and she had the side of her face pressed against Marianne's back. She could feel the tense of muscle against her cheek, but Marianne did not try to shuffle away or tell her to stop. 

It wasn't until they started to travel in a horizontal line again that Hilda dared to open her eyes and lift her head. She nudged the side of her face against Marianne’s shoulder to straighten her sunglasses. They were midway along the pack of other campers, with more than enough room to spare between each pegasus. Hilda relaxed a bit, letting loose a breath she had been holding since they took off. 

"You don't like flying," Marianne commented, and it was not a question. 

"Not really, no," Hilda said. She looked down at the ground, and admired the view far below. "I mean, I like the act of flying itself. Heights aren’t a problem. If I were flying a plane, it would be totally fine. Or a creature that wasn't, you know, sentient. I just don't trust that a pegasus won't do something dumb just for the hell of it."

"Minty wouldn't do that," Marianne assured her.

"Yes, I would," said Minty. 

Hilda pointed at his tufted ears, which were angled back so he could eavesdrop. "Mind your business, asshole."

"You're on my back. You are my business."

"Whatever." 

They didn't even make it back from the pavilion for the first lap. As they flew over the lake, Minty glided downwards, drifting far below the other pegasi until they were just a meter or so above the water.

"Hey, uh -" Hilda said, peering up at the other paired groups far overhead. "Why are we flying so low all of a sudden? Not that I don't appreciate standing out from the crowd, but -"

Minty did not answer. Instead, he just kicked his back legs. Hard. Hilda, who had loosened her grip around Marianne's waist, was jostled so forcefully that she didn't have time to even scramble for a better hold. She just fell right off his back and into the water.

Hitting the lake was a cold shock. Hilda struck out at the water, and swam furiously back to the surface. She gasped for air, treading water. Her sunglasses had been dislodged, and she could see the faint glimmer of them sinking into the clear blue of the water below her.

Glowering at Minty, who was flapping his wings to hover in place over her, Hilda spat against the water lapping at her chin. "Oh, you're going to pay for that. Look at my hair! And my clothes! And you made me lose my axe! Do you know how much time I spent making -?"

Minty flapped his wings in such a way that the very tip of his longest flight feathers skimmed the surface of the water, and splashed her in the face.

"You -!" Hilda spluttered. "Asshole!"

She tried to splash him back, but missed wildly. He was too high up to reach. On the pegasus' back, Marianne was covering her mouth with one hand. She was holding back an odd, strangled noise. When it escaped from behind her hand, she quickly turned her head aside to hide her face.

She was, Hilda finally realised, laughing at her.

"Oh you think this is funny, do you?" Hilda asked.

It took Marianne a second to compose herself, and even then her answer sounded strained. "No. It's -” Marianne bit her lower lip, and her voice wobbled suspiciously. “It's terrible. What an awful thing to have happened."

"Uh-huh.” Hilda nodded at the pegasus, and said, “Minty, dump her.”

“What -?” said Marianne. 

If a pegasus could grin, then surely Minty was grinning right now. He dropped his back legs, and gave a single strong flap of his wings. Eyes wide, Marianne scrambled at his mane, but couldn’t hold on. She slowly slipped down his back, and plunged into the water a few meters away from Hilda.

Marianne’s head emerged from the water with a gasp. Her hair was plastered to the side of her face, the messy bun beginning to unfurl from its braid at the base of her neck. Hilda lifted a hand, and splashed her. Marianne sputtered. She tread water with the clumsiness of someone well and truly unaccustomed to swimming. Hilda smirked in triumph at the look of absolute shock on Marianne’s face. 

“Now who’s laughing? Huh, punk?” Hilda said.

Some indescribable expression crossed Marianne’s face. Hilda watched her go on a face journey -- bewilderment, irritation, amusement -- before landing finally on resolve. It was the most expressive Hilda had ever seen her. And it took Hilda utterly by surprise when Marianne actually splashed her back. 

“Oh, it is so on.” 

Hilda put a bit more force behind her next splash, spraying a broad stream of lake water right at Marianne’s head. Marianne’s high pitched squeak was well worth another faceful of water pushed back at her. Minty continued to hover and watch their fight until, with Marianne’s help, Hilda managed to grab hold of one hairy pastern and drag him half into the lake. He floundered like a cat in water, flapping wildly until he was in the air once more. But by that point Hilda was laughing so hard she inhaled water and started to cough, while Marianne patted her on the back. 

When they finally made it back to shore, they were panting slightly. Marianne clambered onto the beach and sprawled on her back, with Hilda doing the same beside her.  

Breathing heavily, Hilda said towards the sky, “I told you I would take you swimming in the lake.” 

Marianne laughed aloud, then quickly covered her mouth with her hands to stifle the noise. Her eyes were still crinkled at the edges. The sight hit Hilda like a blow to the chest. Or maybe that was just heat of the sun beating down on them high overhead. 

She looked away, and tried not to think about it too hard. 

The shadow of a pegasus drifted along the ground nearby, as Seteth landed on the beach. He dismounted, and walked over to them. Arms crossed, he tilted his head. “While I am glad to see you two having such a good time, I am hard pressed to condone skipping a lesson.”

Hilda pointed towards Minty, who had landed further along, and was shaking himself off like a dog. “It’s all his fault, Your Honour. I swear it.”

“Please, do not refer to me as such. That is a very particular title reserved for other deities far outside my jurisdiction.”

In response, Hilda lowered her hand so that it was a half-hearted salute by her head. “Understood, my lord.”

Marianne made that strangled sound again. Her hand was clapped over her mouth, and her shoulders were shaking. 

With a sigh, Seteth shook his head. After they received a thoroughly tepid scolding -- which was just enough time for them to start to dry off beneath the noonday sun -- Seteth urged them back into the air to finish the lesson. Before that however, he had a few whispered words with Minty, which neither of them could overhear. Whatever he said must’ve worked though, because the pegasus behaved for the remaining hour or so.

It wasn’t until they were back at the stables that Marianne’s usual sombre air returned. It was incredibly out of place with her rumpled clothes, and the coils of hair that had slipped from their trappings and curled gently at the nape of her neck. Still, her dark eyes were warm when she offered Hilda a little wave of goodbye as they parted ways for the day. 

Hilda waved back, “See you tomorrow!”

Her hand was still held halfway in the air as she watched Marianne walk off towards the cabins. 

When someone clapped Hilda on the back, she nearly leapt out of her skin. Claude came up from behind, and draped his arm around her shoulders so they could watch Marianne glide away together.

“Good trick with the water,” he said, and lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Now, we can cross Poseidon off our list.”

“Right,” she replied without any real feeling. Not once did she take her eyes off Marianne’s retreating form. “Yeah, I totally meant to do that.”

Hilda half expected Marianne to turn back, to steal a glance over her shoulder. She didn’t. 

#marianne von edmund #hilda valentine goneril #hilda/marianne #marihilda #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #roman writes

[fe-husband-heaven]

I just need some of that Good Sylvain Content

Coming right up! Nghhh I love Sylvain, he's got big dumb energy and is a total beast in my playthrough~!

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The storage room was quiet..not a lot of people liked to socialize there, so you worked away on inventory uninterrupted.

Peacefully.

No one to bother you.

No Syl-

"Hey, there Y/N!"

"Aww no..."

Rolling your eyes and turning away from the box of Smithing Stones, you turned to face the newest arrival, Mr.Skirt Chaser Gautier himself.

"Ouch, what's with that reaction?"

You shot him a look and he relented.

"Alright, alright, maybe I deserve that one, but I promise I'll stop asking you to be my girlfriend..."

You raised an eyebrow,

"...if you go on one date with me."

There it is.

"Absolutely not."

"Aww, c'mon Y/N, just one! I promise it'll be worth your while~"

You sighed, how long had he been at this with you? You might applaud him for his resilience...if you weren't on the receiving end of it.

"Need I incur Ingrid's wrath on you again? I don't think your head can take any more blows from her...besides, don't you have a bunch of girls you can pester?"

He pouted, probably another of his many tactics for a sympathy date.

"Uh..no need to get Ingrid involved! I'm sure she's simply much to busy to be involved with us hahaha...Hey! What do you mean "a bunch of girls"? I told you. I only want you."

You stared at him for a moment, studying his face, for a mere second you believed him. Before your brain decided to start working to remind you that this was Sylvain.

"Hah, yeah right. How many girls have you told that one to? Felix was right, you certainly are insatiable!"

With a huff you went back to marking down the inventory of the storage room, turning away from Sylvain, you continued further into the room near the lances. Expecting him to give up for the day, you couldn't help the way your face twitched when Sylvain followed you like a puppy as you went about your work.

"Felix..!?..He was supposed to be my wingman..!"

You couldn't help the small laughter that the idea of Felix helping anyone get a date- brought about.

"Well, what do you expect from a guy that'd rather stab a girl than hold her hand? Felix isn't exactly known for his courting abilities."

He didn't reply so you turned to glance over at him, he was staring at you, face flushed.

"I like your smile. It's pretty."

Oh..oh goddess. You think your heart might have skipped a beat. He's smooth alright...

"S-stop that, Sylvain! It's not going to work on me!"

"Wha-I'm serious! What's it gonna take for you to believe me?!"

"Oh please! You're about as serious as about me as you are about training!"

"Th-that has nothing to with it! Arghh, then I'm going to keep telling you that I like you forever! As long as it takes for you to realize that I'm being honest! Every day I'm going to show up and confess my feelings, e-even if you get married to someone else!"

"Sure, whatever you say Sylvain, see you and your next lady friend tomorrow."

You heard another groan of frustration from him as you went on to the axes, making note of the ones in need of repair.

"There won't be another "lady friend". I told you, if its not you, I'm not interested anymore. If its what it takes, I won't date other girls..!"

You wasted no time shooting back,

"I'll believe it when I see it, Sylvain."

"Fine! I get it. My past...behaviors give you good reason to doubt me, but! When we're married and on our second kid, you'll see how much of a waste the time we weren't together was."

"Kids..?!", You wanted to ask him what in the blazes was going on in his head, maybe a couple too many training sessions with Felix had been too much, but he had already stomped out of the storage room.

You know, this task of inventory was supposed to be easy work...still, you wondered if perhaps he was even a fragment serious about vying for your attention.

You didn't think Sylvain put that much passion into his err..pick up lines. Not to mention you'd never seen him mention having children with any of his one day flings.

You shook your head, but the image of his face looking flustered and a little upset wouldn't disappear. You sighed, Seteth will have your head if you didn't finish such an effortless task in a timely fashion..at this rate, the only action you were gonna get is in the form of stable duty.

Marriage, huh...?

You hadn't really thought about such things but at your age, people were already contemplating engagements with those possessing Crests or marrying into upper class families.

You never understood such things, they were pointless, what did it matter if you had a sigil? Who cares? Crests and blood don't define you. Maybe if someone had told Miklan the same, it wouldn't have ended that way...

You picked up an astray lance someone had haphazardly thrown into the sword section of the weaponry barracks. For a moment, you allowed yourself to wonder about your ideal man. The kind of person you wanted to marry. Strong? Smart? Quiet? Loud? You tried to imagine your perfect person.

And you nearly snapped the lance you held in half when your ideal partner morphed into the hapless serial dater.

Damn it, Sylvain!

#fire emblem three houses #fe3h #sylvain #fnnddn he really grew on me #he's so nice when he really cares awww #drabble #3houses

[nadineselfships-archived]

I was tagged by @lildreamysoul to answer questions with Wade!! I am really excited to do this thank you Ash!! 💜💜

Yes, thank you Ash, it was about time I got my well deserved screen time! I'm sure you all missed me, I know I missed you!

Of course they missed you, now let's get into these questions!

Lay 'em on me baby!

1. Introduce yourselves. Who are you? What do you like to do?

Your local dumbass Nadine reporting for duty! I work with my sibling Remy at our company Sinclaire Industries but I spend most of my time at Wade and I's home, avoiding paperwork and taking care of the kids.

And I am the one and only Deadpool, might of heard of me or seen my movies? With Reynolds, yeah, that guy can play me any day, what a cutie amirite? But anyway, if you somehow don't know me, I'm the adorable merc with a mouth that never shuts up and i somehow tricked Nadine into marrying me.

We used to like to do a lot of dumb shit together, if you saw us anywhere there would be a building on fire somewhere behind us and probably unholy demons we accidentally unleashed chasing us after stealing something we shouldn't have.

Ah, good times. Yeah, now days we spend every second spoiling the kiddos, spending as much time with them as possible. My favourite part of the week is family movie night, nothing feels better then being in a giant cuddle pile of people you'd do anything for.

2. How was your first meeting like?

So, that's a funny story actually, real funny–I mean, really, hilarious if you will.

He was trying to break into the company building and crashed through the window in one of the meeting rooms, where I just so happened to be, in a meeting. Even better, right, he landed on top of me, glass sticking out of him literally everywhere.

I like to think I made a good first impression.

It was an impression, that's for sure.

3. How did you get together? Who confessed first?

Honestly it was a shock either of us managed to just accept our feelings, telling each other was a whole other ballgame. But, I got frustrated and decided to just tell him how i felt and that uhm, went, bad. It went bad.

It didn't–It wasn't, that, bad.

You fell off the statue of liberty and didn't talk to me for two weeks.

It was a lot to take in! How are you supposed to deal with a heartfelt confession from your crush?

I don't know–I got him to talk to me eventually anyway, I just had to corner him in an alleyway which was easy because he'd been following me like a creep. We decided to take it slow from there and well, here we are!

4. What are your thoughts on PDA

I never used to be a fan of it because of my social anxiety but Wade makes me feel safe and when i'm with him i forget about everything else and don't mind smothering him in kisses no matter where we are or who's watching!

PDA is my jam. I don't care what's happening I'm gonna be lovin' on my baby, kisses, cuddles n' all that good stuff, anytime, anywhere! Not even the end of the world could keep me away from giving Nadine the love they deserve!

You're making it mushy s t o p abshdhfakdk-

5. How do you show your affection towards each other/what are your love languages?

Oh gosh I dunno, I guess we do a lot of everything? Mainly physical touch though, we like to show how we feel through our actions but I do like to tell Wade I love him at least a million times a day.

Yeah, we don't really do gifts or anything, but we do take care of each other and sometimes has those mushy three am conversations about how much we mean to each other. And I don't say it a million times a day but I do leave sticky notes for Nadine to find throughout the day, not sure what that counts as.

It counts as being the best husband in the world. 💜💜

I'll take that!

6. Who's more introverted and who's more extroverted?

Nadine is my cute lil' hermit who likes to live in their cave while I'm their brave, handsome social butterfly–Gotta lot of friends and fans to keep up with yanno.

Yeah, ideally I'd never leave the house, but I got a job to do and kids to take to school, Wade just has a higher social meter than I do.

7. Who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon?

Wade is the little spoon and I'm the big spoon!! I love holding him around his waist and nuzzling my face into his back!!

Sometimes we'll have one or three of the kiddos crawl into bed with us and then it's more of a cuddle pile than anything. The cutest, most comfortable cuddle pile ever.

8. What do you like doing together most?

If it's just the two of us? I love when we get to sleep in and cuddle in bed, talking and barely making sense and sharing lazy kisses and just, not having to think about anything else. I love that.

Awe babe I'm gonna cry! I gotta agree that's some healing shit, nothing better. Well, I do have another favourite activity to do in bed but we'll keep to the sweet stuff today.

9. Tell us a fun fact about the other!

Wade will stay up all night sometimes just watching the kids, it's really sweet and it also means I don't have to get up if the baby starts crying because Wade's already there rocking her and singing her a lullaby. Fun fact, he's a great dad.

Okay wow, just expose me like that then. Two can play at that game dearest; Nadine was so worried about the kids having good birthdays they planned a lot of them up until their eighteenths, with wiggle room for shifting interests, which, I think, is the most adorable thing in the world.

Shut up that's, a normal parent thing.

Not it's not babe, it's really not. But it's very cute. ❤

10. Tag other selfshippers and their f/o's.

Okay let's see, we tag; (feel free to ignore this if you're not feeling up to it, i tried to tag everyone who interacted with the post i made💜)

@space-sweetheart and Fredrick

@pink-n-purple-honey and Ramuda

@millizines and Earnest

@rose-wine-selfships and Atsushi

@shippin-in-the-rain and Soren

@promptoargentumsgirlfriend and Prompto

@poetryandnightmares and Julian

@thedevilsrosee and Kali

@jinxthequeergirl and Poe

@houseof1000selfships and Cad

@disneymarina and Leon

@puppy-self-ship and Freddy

@pkselfship and Sylvain

@wildcardwithaheart and Loki

@lovesick-clownlord and Hades

@jaklovemail and Ash

@junkratsloverat and Jamie

@ollievoil and Robotnik and Stone

And anyone else who wants to do this!!

#Tagged 4 me #Wadine #i hope i tagged everyone and their f/o's correctly adjfhldhf i don't know a lot of you but hi have fun with this you and your f/o's are cut #i had trouble finding people f/o's so i didn't tag ones where i couldn't find them sorry y'all ;;v;; #but anyway!!! this was really fun i love my dumb husband thank you for taggin us ash ilysm #longpost #Inside The Fourth Wall