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shamefulsho · 1 year

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𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬 || 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄♫

genre: scenario

requested: no

not edited

pronouns: you/your

wc: 10,624

warnings: none

Edelgard

Somewhere only we know (Keane)

In spite of how busy she is, Edelgard’s love language is quality time. The second she has a break from her duty, she’ll take you away from people and responsibilities, to explore or just to drink in your presence. Her love is adventurous and cheerful, almost as to compensate for the childhood that was stolen from her. While she isn't the type to initiate kisses, she will melt if you kiss her anywhere, especially her cheeks.

On busy days, Edelgard hides away on the roof in order to make for a quick break. If you are near, she’ll send someone to fetch you, so she can have someone to lean on.

You are the only one who will be able to get under her emperor facade. She won’t have to regulate emotions or be mindful of herself. Being able to get her to trust enough that she completely lets go makes you her paradise.

While she isn't necessarily against PDA, she won't initiate because she always has a goal in mind when in front of people. If you initiate, she will become putty and forget her goal which will end up with Hubert being irritated that his plan needs to be saved or modified.

Hubert

I wanna be yours (Arctic Monekys)

On the rare occasion that you can get Hubert to love you, he loves hard, obsessively even. His very being is motivated by love, everything he does. His love language is gift giving with some acts of service. He isn't one for saying I love you, in words, but when he does, he's poetic and careful with how he does it. Almost as if you were to blink, you’d miss it entirely. However, if he were away for war and you were stuck somewhere else, his letters would contain nothing but endearments and poetic love confessions.

He’s not a huge fan of PDA but can look past linking arms or hand holding. Hubert is a decently traditional man, and he wouldn't want to lay with you sexually or not before marriage. But if you catch him in the library with no one around, he wouldn't mind letting you lean on him or wrap yourself in his arms.

Don’t be surprised to find little things you like in places you frequent. Hubert knows how busy both his and your schedules can be and how rarely they synchronize, so he leaves something to help you push through the day whenever he can. Things like a cup of water, a snack, or a damp rag to ensure you’re taking care of yourself. Everything accompanied with a black flower, of course. He especially loves when you acknowledge or thank his acts. He’s one that loves feeling useful and caring for you

Ferdinand

Until I found you (Stephen Sanchez, Em Beihold)

With loving Ferdinand, you receive a romance only spoken of in books. He absolutely spoils you as much as he can with the finest things and shows you off at every chance he can.

His love language is quality time and words of affirmation. He needs to have something with you every day or so to motivate himself. Should you drink tea with him, he’ll ensure the treats and tea are your favorite. Should you both have a free day, he’ll take you to see his territory. You make him feel alive, human even.

Though everything you do makes his cheeks flush red, he’ll absolutely melt when you verbalize your love for him. Compliment his hair, he’ll light up and compliment you in return. Praise him for his work, he’ll puff his chest with pride and smile for the rest of the day. But tell him you love him and watch his cheeks turn red, his noble facade fade, and his tongue still. He needs someone to remind him that he has worth outside his title.

Caspar

Paper Rings (Taylor Swift)

Caspar approaches his love with a passion that rivals how he feels for training. He loves taking you to train with him, no matter if you spar with him, if he carries you while running or if you sit on his back while he does push ups.

He likes giving (strange) gifts to you. Expect him to bring you random things he finds cool or reminds him of you. Screaming, he’ll run across the entire camp to show you a cool rock he found in the mess hall. When he’s forced to separate from you, he’ll make it a point to send the small things with a messenger or save them for you.

Giving him a place by your side means more to him then you realize. To love Caspar is to love him whether he is brimming with determination or anxiety. He’ll only allow you to see his moments of true weakness, when he actually lets his mind race. His future has never been guaranteed, so having you helps anchor his fears for the future.

Linhardt

Bloom (The Paper Kites)

Linhardt is one for soft, subtle love with his love languages being physical touch and acts of service. His love is like the feeling of nuzzling into you after a long day or gentle hands caressing his face. He will follow you around, no matter what you are doing. If he can lean on you, sleep on you, or touch you while you're attending to your business, he will, but if he can’t, he’ll stay a safe distance and patiently wait for you to finish.

Though, for physical touch, it’s not how you would expect. Linhardt would find comfort in smaller, simpler touches: leaning his legs against yours, his pinkie intertwined with yours, your breath brushing against his face softly. If, at some point, you decide to brush his hair, he won't brush his hair again. He’ll waddle up to you with his tired eyes and his brush and ask you to brush his hair for him.

Saying “I love you” for Linhardt are murmurs as he falls asleep or when he knows you're asleep while he’s indulging his curiosity for crests. Though he says it in other ways when you're sick or unwell. He’ll have all your work done and allow you to truly rest to repay what you do for him.

Bernadetta

Kindergarten (Chloe Moriondo)

Bernadetta loves through gifts and quality time. Most gifts she gives will be handmade gifts. She adores cute little matching sets both you and her can wear.

You're the only person she allows in her sanctuary (her room). She trusts you enough to not overthink around you which automatically makes you better than most. Her room is somewhere she can forget about the outside world’s troubles.

With dating Bernadetta, you can expect her to use you as a shield from other people, often talking from behind you. She finds fiddling with your hand or sleeve to be more comforting than her own hands or clothes. Your presence, visibly, makes her perk up. Watch her paranoid eyes soften and her cowering posture straighten when you walk into a room.

Petra

Oasis (Jasmine Thompson)

Petra, for you, will do her research on romantic gestures of Fodlan. She will ask everyone she knows, she searches books and studies them to please you and to assure herself that you feel loved. Though when you do the same for Brigid’s acts of love, she’ll become speechless and get uncharacteristically flustered.

She'll be absolutely ecstatic if you tell her you want to go with her to Brigid. She would begin teaching you the basics of the language and traditions, so you don’t feel completely lost as she did when she came to Fodlan.

Petra adores your hair with her entire being. No matter where you are or when, she absentmindedly combs her fingers through your hair or braids it. She won't realize how much she loves playing with your hair while talking to you about a topic of curiosity. When she does, expect her to invite you away to do just that.

Dorothea

Willow (Jasmine Thompson)

After being in the Opera Company and adored by many for years, Dorothea finds comfort in the little things she has left for herself. Especially in relationships, she keeps a private, not secret boundary.

At random, she will pull you close to fix your clothes, allowing her hands to linger and her fingers to softly graze. Needing something beside you, she allows herself to especially lean on you. If you hand her something, she grabs it rather slowly, allowing her hand to rest on yours momentarily.

After long, draining days, Dorothea will insist on slipping away with you. To her, it matters not what you do or talk about if you speak to begin with. Her depleted attitude will gradually recover as she absorbs your face’s creases and curves.

Her heart and mind both at ease, leaving her attractive facade at the camp. With you, she's Dorothea, not the Mystical Songstress. With you, she cares not for any stray hairs, any imperfections in her skin, and malfunctions in her wardrobe, but instead for the wind that sways around her and you, the accelerated beating of her heart, and your warm, welcoming presence.

Monica

Cloud 9 (beach bunny)

Monica’s love is unlike her admiration for Edelgard, instead it’s more slowed, believe it or not. Her infatuation is spent on Her Majesty, so when it comes to a relationship, Monica needs something that's soft and requited.

Because she rises at unreasonably early hours, Monica tends to you while you're asleep. She leaves you a cup of water and puts everything you’ll need for the day together. Beside it, a note with Monica’s uniquely curly handwriting on it, expressing her love for you.

When she returns, it will likely be after you’ve fallen asleep. Monica will quietly join you under the covers, wrapping her arms around you and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. The warmth that emits from you comforts her, nothing like the biting cold of the cell she was in.

Jeritza

Valentine (laufey)

Both Death Knight and Jeritza, even if he refuses to admit it, both adore anyone who's stronger than him. The thrill of battle plays with the Death Knight’s heart, and the possibility of death with his head. In contrast, your skills with a weapon remedies his worries and promises him someone to stay by his side.

Despite his elegance with a weapon, he’s terribly clumsy with tasks that require a steady, gentle hand. He wants nothing more than to help you when you are cooking, but the second you assign him a task, it somehow goes wrong. “Measure the flour, would you, Emile?” you tell him; almost immediately there’s a coating of flour on the table and in his hair. “Fill the pot with water, darling,” you hum; the pot suddenly slips through his hand, and the water manages to put out the fire.

He has never been one for words. If it were up to him, he wouldn't utter one more word to anyone except occasionally you or his sister. He would rather feel the warmth of your body against his, your fingers running through his unruly hair, and the soft brush of your lips against his.

After loving him for so long, Jeritza will allow you to use his real name and even prefer it over his alias. The way the syllables fall from your mouth keeps him anchored and tugs his heart strings like no other. It reminds him of his humanity and how dear you are to him.

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certified-boyliker · 2 years

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Pet Names (Black Eagles Boys + Claude and Lorenz)

Certified Boyliker is back, baby!

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Hubert

You really want him? kidding i want him too

He kisses your forehead and mumbles these when you two are in private

My dove, love, mine

Everyone thinks he's creepy when they see him hugging up on you, but he's just being loving

Ferdinand

Dramatic and extravagant

He says these anywhere, private, public, in front of Emperor Edelgard to prove he's in love with his S/O more than she is or ever could be

My love, darling

Not many, but he says them softly when he kisses your cheek.

Caspar

Shouts these down the hall when he sees you

Please keep him calm and quiet, the guards and servants are staring at him

Cutie, pumpkin, my darling

You gotta pat his cheeks and tell him to quiet down in the castle

Linhardt

He sleepily mumbles these names

Non-traditional, too

My pillow, love

He lies on you, or against you, and usually mutters "my pillow..." and it's your choice on whether or not you push him off

Claude

Little bastard teases you so much with these damn pet names

Push his face away and he'll start laughing after saying these

Baby, cute-heart, little babe

Such a jerk

Lorenz

Also a little bastard, but in a different way. he doesn't tease you, but he's semi-annoying

He's bastard (affectionate)

My rose, my love, cutie

He kisses you gently after saying these

#— ❝ now presenting ❞#fire emblem x reader #fe3h x reader #feth x reader #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem three houses x reader #hubert von vestra #hubert x reader #ferdinand von aegir #ferdinand x reader #caspar von bergliez #caspar x reader #linhardt von hevring #linhardt x reader #claude von reigen #claude x reader #lorenz hellman gloucester #lorenz x reader

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randoimago · 1 year

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How about Linhardt, Mercedes and Dedeue meeting in the Goddess Tower with their s/o accidentally, but with the same idea - to spent some time in peace and quiet alone, away from the Ball. But in the end they talk, make wishes and dance. Alone. With each other.

Meeting S/O at the Goddess Tower

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Character(s): Dedue, Mercedes, Linhardt

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): Here you go!!

Dedue

He had left so he didn't inconvenience people with his presence. It's no secret how most people view those from Duscur. He did not intend to stumble upon you.

"Apologies, I'll leave," he'll tell you when you notice him. You're quick to say he can stay and he debates it for a second but agrees. You two are alone so there shouldn't be rumors spread about you being seen with him.

Dedue isn't one for small talk but he listens. He listens to anything you want to talk about, voicing a few thoughts now and then. It isn't until you suggest making a wish with him that he lets a smile slip through. Mythologies aren't something he's interested in, but he likes the one with the Goddess Tower.

Dancing also isn't something he's good at. His highness had him attend the lessons that he had, but Dedue didn't really dance himself. He still tries with holding you close and letting you lead.

Linhardt

Honestly he just wanted to take a nap. It was all exhausting. But he saw you in the spot he wanted to nap and let out a sigh, letting you know he was there. You don't get time to react before he moves your hands so he can lay his head in your lap.

It's quiet at first before you two do start talking. It's mostly him either complaining about the party or talking about crest research.

Linhardt would go quiet again after a bit and you'd think he finally fell asleep until he speaks up. "We could make a wish for research purposes. See if there's any truth to the legends." rather he was being sincere or sly, who knows.

At the discussion of dancing, he's not a huge fan of the idea. Yes he knows how to dance - he's a noble he had to attend those lessons - but he doesn't like dancing, it's too tiring. But if you really look upset at not having a dance with him then he'll relent.

Mercedes

She was really trying to find Ingrid, who was hiding from her again. Mercedes did need a break and she thought the best way would be to touch up some makeup. That idea left her when she saw you alone at the Goddess Tower.

You get a cheerful, "Hello!" from her as she makes her way over to you, sitting next to you. Having conversation comes easily enough before she's teasing you about waiting for someone to make a wish with.

Mercedes is more than happy to play into the traditions of the Goddess Tower with wishing with you, hoping for happiness in your future and the rest of her house's future.

She would be the one to suggest dancing too. She was upset when she realized that she had to take a break from dancing in the first place, but now she's all relaxed and wants to spend the rest of the night dancing with her beloved S/O.

#fire emblem x reader #fe3h x reader #fe mercedes x reader #mercedes x reader #fe3h mercedes x reader #fe dedue x reader #dedue x reader #fe3h dedue x reader #fe linhardt x reader #linhardt x reader #fe3h linhardt x reader

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glowingbadger · 4 months

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we have absolutely spoken about it but linhardt with 42 (sleeping)

Eyyy, finally got around to some writing while I should be preparing work stuff... ah well, here we are lol

Also- I saw your other note about AFAB Lin btw! I assume we're still using he/him pronouns, so let's talk transmasc somnophilia time whadduuuuup

AFAB!Linhardt (FE3H) x GN!Reader

Kink prompts list #42 - Somnophilia

NSFW 18+

Linhardt makes for a vision of serenity splayed across his bed. The sheets tangled haphazardly around him appear to you like elegantly draped silk on his slender frame, and you smile as you ease down beside him. You take in his delicate features, his smooth skin and temptingly soft lips, and you recall your conversation earlier that same day.

"You know, if it's that tempting to you, I wouldn't mind."

Lin's matter-of-fact way of speaking often catches you off guard, this being no exception.

"What? Come on," you say with a short laugh. Linhardt hasn't even glanced up from the book in hand- until his next words, which he speaks clearly and directly to you,

"I'm being quite serious. I wouldn't even mind if you woke me up. I mean," he turns his gaze to the pages once more, "I'd probably just fall back to sleep immediately afterwards anyway. It would be... relaxing, I think."

With his words in mind, you ease the sheets from between you and him, and shift closer. His breathing is low and steady, soothing in a way you cherish- though you know you're about to disrupt his restful slumber. The thought curls the corner of your lips into a smirk as your fingertips graze down the center of his torso to the hem of his pants.

The first hitch of his breath comes when you slide your hand past his clothes and dip your fingers between his thighs, stroking gently along the swell of his lower lips. You can feel his body warm, his fair complexion dyed pink, and your grin widens. Slowly, gently, your fingers press to him, easily finding his clit and teasing it just enough to gradually flood his cunt with warm, wet arousal. Linhardt moans softly, turning his face towards you, though still very much asleep. Your touch quickens just slightly, running a firm but tender path back and forth over his quivering clit, coating your fingers in his slick as his breathing becomes erratic and his brow furrows. Goddess, he's beautiful like this- you're entranced.

For a brief moment, you press two fingers to his warm, tight pussy. The entrance resists the slightest bit, but quickly accommodates you as you gently open him up with slow, shallow thrusts. He's panting- very softly, but you can hear it, and with time you realize he's practically in-rhythm with the pulsing of your fingers. Your own body begins to burn with need, but your focus doesn't waver. Lin has given you the chance to touch and toy with him to your heart's content- and you're nowhere near content just yet.

Very slowly, you ease your touch from his body and your hand from his clothes, and carefully reposition yourself between his thighs. Linhardt's breathing has calmed somewhat, though he still looks flush-faced and needy. Forest dark hair tossed across his pillow, lips just barely parted, he's so lovely it's almost a shame to let him continue sleeping. Almost.

Fortunately, his thinner physique makes it easier to tug his pants down his hips and legs, and he offers little resistance. His plush lower lips are pink and dampened, and you stifle a low groan of your own. When you kneel down between his thighs and kiss the soft folds, he squirms just a bit with a faint whimper. You smile. If this is what he happens to wake to, you imagine he'll have no complaints. So, abandoning all pretense, you spread his pussy lips with your fingers and lean into him.

Linhardt gasps and his body tenses as he feels your tongue, firm and warm against his stiff little clit. His fingers grip at his pillow, his legs twitch inward around your head, and he gasps your name into the quiet of his bedroom.

"So... good..!" he sighs, breathless and already trembling beneath you. You wonder if he even realizes you'd teased him to this state of desperate arousal with your fingers- but for now, you're both only focused on your tongue running firm along his most sensitive nerves. You steal a moment to taste his cunt, your tongue flicking and pulsing at his entrance, feeling the way he clenches and flexes around you. It's divine, the way you can feel his need, but you don't linger here long, returning to his aching clit to push him rapidly towards release.

Pleasure-drunk and seemingly only half-conscious, Lin's slender fingers weave through your hair and weakly tug you against him, as if you needed the encouragement. Your lips seal around the nub of his clit and the surrounding tender flesh, sucking gently while your tongue strokes firmer and faster. He's gasping your name now, hips jerking against you. Then, at last, his head tilts back on the pillow, and his fingers curl in your hair. With his thighs trembling around you and his body arching from the bed, he cums hard against your mouth, panting and whimpering all the while.

You exhale heavily when you finally part from him, a little winded, but grinning with satisfaction. Lin's lavender eyes barely manage to focus on you, before rolling back and closing once again.

"Ohh... that was incredible... like a dream..."

#fire emblem #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #linhardt von hevring #linhardt fire emblem #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem smut #not sfw #linhardt x reader #somnophilia #tw somno #cw somnophilia #kink prompts

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frickingnerd · 10 months

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cuddling with linhardt

pairing: linhardt von hevring x gn!reader

tags: cuddling, fluff, implied romantic relationship

linhardt likes to be as close to you as possible

there could be a ton of space on the sofa or bed and he'd still be sitting so close to you, that he's basically on top of you

linhardt never asks you to cuddle with him, but you can guess that this is what he wants when he gets so close to you

he'll often just rest his head on your shoulder or lap, until you start to wrap your arms around him or play with his hair

linhardt isn't very vocal during cuddling, but he doesn't mind listening to you talking about your day or anything that is currently on your mind

he just wants to be close to you, that's all that matters to him…

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jojosbizarrefanfics · 2 years

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Warm - Linhardt von Hevring x Reader 🍋

More of my fire emblem brain rot coming right up

Contains: cream pie & cock warming

It was strange, being in your old dormitories at the monastery. The war did its toll on the once impressive establishment, but now it just looked like a sad shell of its former glory.

Not that it didn’t deserve it.

The years had treated Linhardt well, though. His cheekbones were a bit more defined than they had been five years ago and long, green hair was thrown up in a messy bun.

That bun had only become messier as the afternoon went on, especially with your leg hiked up over his hip and his hand cupping your breast. His thumb would graze over your nipple aimlessly, with no real rhythm but pleasurable nonetheless. You were on your sides, your back to his, in his bed from five years ago. Linhardt’s thrusts were slow and easy, maintaining that laidback composure of his and matching the dreamy look in his eyes.

It started innocently enough. Caspar invited both of you to train with him and, Caspar being overexcited, forgot his own strength. Linhardt patched you up without a problem, but insisted he stay with you to make sure you would be battle-ready next time Edelgard called for you. It was an excuse to be alone with you, something you saw right through but accepted.

But when kisses of concern shared while spooning transformed into those of passion, neither of you stopped the other’s advances. You couldn’t never say no to Linhardt, especially with how expertly his long, delicate fingers traced your body. He knew you as well as the books he studied, like you were one of his favorite subjects to research.

Linhardt let go of a soft sigh of contentment as he came. He did not withdraw from you, but rather opted to release inside of you.

“Don’t worry,” he said in reassurance, “I have a spell for that. I got curious when we first got together if it was possible and found an old book.”

“I guessed as much with you.”

Linhardt’s lips formed a smile—a rare sight, but that made it all the more beautiful to look at. “You know me so well.”

When he finished, he still did not pull out from between your legs. Instead, Linhardt yawned and wrapped his arm around your waist. You could feel some of his cum leaking onto your thighs as your leg around his hip dropped to the cot, but it didn’t travel far.

“Ah, so comfortable. You’re so warm.”

You held back a laugh; you should have expected this from Linhardt, you thought.

“Stay put, would you?” His fingers lazily ran through your hair as he said it, equal parts command and invitation.

You nodded, comfortable enough despite him still being firmly nestled inside you. The afternoon sun streamed through his window and warmed your skin. Linhardt pulled you even closer to him, something you didn’t realize was possible, and his cock pushed further into you as he did.

“With everything we have to do for this war, I hardly get as much sleep as I used to. This is so nice.” Linhardt pressed his face against your back. “Besides, who knows how often we’ll get to spend time together like this.”

He was rationalizing it despite not needing to, but he was right.

“I’m cozy too, Lin.”

“Good.” He kissed the back of your neck. “Let’s lay like this until we wake, shall we?”

“Mm, that would be nice.”

“I’m so glad you think so,” he said as he yawned.

Shortly after, you could hear his steady breathing in your ear, and you weren’t sure how long you were out for when you awoke beside him. The sun was still shining through his window, but preparing to make its dip beneath the horizon, casting shades of deep pink and orange into the room that only looked warmer with its red carpet.

“That was one of the best naps I’ve taken,” Linhardt said. “We should do this more often. Care to get some reading in with me? I’ve got this new book on rare Crests that’s fascinating.”

“Sure, Lin. I don’t have anything to attend to.”

“Good. This is far too relaxing for me to let you go, and your rest is important. You don’t get enough of it, if you ask me.”

Linhardt reached above the headboard and grabbed for the book. He held it in front of you, finding his spot with the bookmark you gifted him a few years ago for his birthday. You were surprised to see he still had it, but said nothing.

“You’re fine like this?”

Linhardt was referencing his cock still buried between your legs.

“Yeah, this is nice.”

“I agree.” He placed the book in front of you and you helped prop it up. Linhardt’s chin rested on your shoulder as he read, allowing him to occasional leave feather-light kisses on your neck, and he didn’t withdraw until he was finished with the chapter.

#linhardt x reader #linhardt von hevring #linhardt fire emblem #Linhardt von hevring smut #fire emblem smut #fire emblem three houses #fem!reader #not sfw

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fire-emblem-drabbles · 2 years

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Master List: Fire Emblem Three Houses

Caspar: I love you “On a sunny Tuesday afternoon, the late sunlight glowing in your hair”,

Claude: I love you “muffled through the other side of the door”,

Dimitri: Vampire Dimi/Friday the 13th,

Dorothea: “Sorry for calling so late-- I couldn’t stop thinking about you”,

Edelgard: “Let me hold you for a while”,

Ferdinand: Centuar Ferdi!, hanahaki but it doesn’t kill dw,

Hubert: “The truth is I love you“,

Linhardt: “Lay your head in my lap and try to get some rest” & “Do I get a goodnight kiss?”,

Lorenz: I love you “as we huddle together, the storm raging outside”, Tea Left Untouched, “This is stupid but... could you sing for me?”,

Lysithea: Whenever we’re together I feel at home,

Seteth: “I want to be more than just friends with you”, Drawn to You,

#Fire Emblem Three Houses #fire emblem heroes #caspar x reader #claude x reader #dimitri x reader #dorothea x reader #Edelgard x reader #Ferdianad x reader #Hubert x reader #Linhardt x reader #Lorenz x reader #Lysithea x reader #seteth x reader

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songsofadelaide · 2 years

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Marigold

Vignettes of the private engagements of Marquis Vestra, Duke Aegir, the second son of Count Bergliez, and the heir of Count Hevring.

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1: Hubert, Marquis Vestra — Surmount. | The men of House Vestra were said to be immovable. However, there are still some things that can unnerve Hubert. The "little power" his wife holds over him is still every bit thrilling to him.

2: Ferdinand, Duke Aegir — The Absolute Thing. | Ferdinand says he has nothing left to give you, not after what happened to his family. However, he keeps his promises, not only because he is a man of his word. The smouldering embers of a recently extinguished campfire can still spark a forest fire. He was prepared to set everything ablaze now, all so you could understand.

3: Caspar, Son of House Bergliez — Until the Rain Stops. | Caspar is beholden to no title or creed except for the warrior's. He doesn't believe in the divine right of kings, either, but he believes in Edelgard's will. Regardless of all that, he is still a nobleman's son, but all this talk of marriage just flies over his head. He likes you, though, and he was sure of that.

4: Linhardt, Heir of House Hevring — Reverie. | Linhardt was always in pursuit of answers. Coming to the conclusion that he actually liked you shouldn't have surprised him, but it still did. And you like him back, which surprised him even more. He didn't need research to prove you were a good match, but he was glad his father did his.

Spoilers for the Scarlet Blaze route. Reader is not My Unit.

[An Adrestian noblemen x Reader ficlet collection]

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nabateaprodigy · 10 months

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Then may I request (of course separate and platonic) sibling headcannons for Dimitri, Felix, Constance, Linhardt, Caspar, Yuri from Fire Emblem 3 houses (if that’s two many you can pick and choose)

Fódlan Sibling Headcannons

Series: Fire Emblem.

Characters: Dimitri, Felix, Constance, Linhardt, Caspar and Yuri.

Genre: Fluff.

Proofread: Yes.

Reader: Gender Neutral.

Notes: Apologies this took longer than it should have. Also I feel like Dimitri might be a little occ.

Dimitri

Growing up together Dimitri had been your older brother. Naturally, this meant he would be the next King of Faerghus. He always had so many duties and had to be so serious and responsible!

This had been no fun for you whatsoever. Compared to Dimitri you didn't nearly have as many royal duties to attend to. You always had so much free time you had no idea what to do with it!

Of course, you would love to spend this time with Dimitri but of course, he was always busy. However, when Dimitri did have free time you made sure not to waste it! Whenever you did spend time with Dimitri it would be training together or having tea.

But you always wanted to do something more adventurous with him! Such as sneaking out of the royal place and exploring what was outside the place walls! Whether that be exploring the streets of the town or defeating a group of local bandits together.

This was much to your parent's dismay, however. As whenever they discovered you weren't in the place they would send guards to come bring you back. How annoying!

Of course, growing up you were also close with Dimitri's friends. Whenever you went to visit Felix, Ingrid, or Sylvain or they came to visit you. There was never a dull day to be had spending time together!

Felix

Oh, Felix how seriously he always was you swear it's almost like your brother could not smile or have fun! So you made it your mission to make your brother smile or laugh! All you had to do was find out what made him laugh or smile.

This leads you to pull many upon many pranks on your brother. Of course, he found this to be annoying but you swear you saw him crack a small smile sometimes. So it was working that lead you to keep pulling pranks on him!

Of course, pranks weren't the only thing that could make a person smile so this led to you telling multiple jokes to Felix! Of course, this first couple of times not even a grin or a chuckle came from your brother. But that's alright all you had to do was keep trying!

Eventually you finally did it a joke that made Felix laugh genuinely! You were so happy you ended up parading around the room. You ended up tripping and falling over which only made him laugh even more!

Felix was an extremely skilled swordsman you had seen his swordsmanship firsthand. Whether you liked or dislike training Felix would always train you on how to use a sword. So you could defend yourself in case he wasn't there to protect you. He may not show it much but Felix was happy to have you as his sibling.

Constance

"OHOHOHOH!" Whenever you heard that laughter it could only mean one thing. Your sister Constance has created a new spell and was going to show it to you immediately.

Not that you minded of course you were always interested in seeing the new spells your sister would come up with. Admittedly some of them were more useful than others but you always liked seeing them.

Of course, since you were Constance's sibling you were also quite skilled with magic. Each time you created a spell of your own or master an already-known spell your sister couldn't help but be proud of you!

Of course whenever Constance needed to go out for something during the day. You would always be with her you knew how many bad memories the sun brought back to her. So you always wanted to be there with her in case something happened and to keep her safe.

To bring back House Nuvelle that was Constance's dream! Naturally, you shared this dream with Constance and did what you could to make it a reality. Whenever you two successfully bring back House Nuvelle your magical prowess as the siblings of House Nuvelle will be known far and wide!

Linhardt

Oh Linhardt sleepily, sleepily, sleepily Linhardt. How did your brother end up sleeping so much? You weren't sure honestly but you'd find him sleeping in places such as the library.

You could be sitting next to Linhardt talking about anything. Then the next minute he goes quiet and stops responding to you. It's because he's fallen asleep! How could fall asleep while talking to you?! His amazing sibling?! How rude!

Of course, since you were Linhardt's sibling you'd always be the first one he talk to about his crest research. Whether you had a crest or not didn't matter! You were still his sibling and he cared for you all the same.

Of course, if you were ever feeling stressed or tired Linhardt would be the first to notice. And what would he suggest to get rid of those feelings of stress and tiredness? Naps of course! Linhardt always seemed to know some of the best places to take a nap.

Of course, if you ever needed any help with your studies. Linhardt would be the first person you'd go to for help. He was one of the top students so he would be willing to help you out on something you're struggling with.

Caspar

Oh, Casper whenever he would see you in the halls of the Garreg Mach Monastery. He would shout your name and then run up to hug you. He was always happy to see you and always asked how you were doing.

Since neither you nor Casper would be the next head of your house. You always knew Caspar would be training and sometimes asked you to join him. You didn't mind however as Caspar was always great to train with!

Also, you know that one support in Three Houses where Caspar carries Bernadetta to show her something pretty? Yea, Caspar does the same with you sometimes since he wants to show you something. It happens so many people are just used to seeing him carrying around his sibling in the Monastery.

Of course, you and Caspar get along well together since the both of you grew up together. The both of you are each other's best friend! Caspar could be a bit more emotional than you at times.

This usually led to Caspar getting into fights with other students. You always had to hold Caspar back or break up the fight. However, you'd always be there for Caspar to patch him up after a fight.

Yuri

Okay, let's just get this out the Yuri would tease you CONSTANTLY! Seriously not even a day goes by where Yuri isn't teasing you about something. Of course, you would tease him as well but it didn't seem to affect much.

Yuri was also very protective over you as leader of the Ashen Wolves. Of course, Yuri knew you were more than capable of protecting yourself. But if people were aware you were his sibling they might hurt you instead of him.

Of course, since you were Yuri's sibling he trusted you more than anyone else. So you knew more about him than others and he opened up to you more. The both of you are always there for each other and trust each other greatly.

You and Yuri were partners in crime and would go out on missions regularly. You would both always have each other's back. Even in battle the two of you were an unstoppable force!

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originalfireemblemscenarios · 1 year

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Unsure if you got this the first time around, so I'm sending it again just to be certain. Enjoy your new year!

(🔱 Fem!Reader continued /c interaction with Sylvain)

*Edelgard sighed*

"Perhaps Linhardt has a point. Don't think for a moment that this conversation is over, though. I expect a thorough explanation come tomorrow morning."

*The house leader left to go upstairs, leaving the other two alone.*

*She crossed to her door. Her eyes were trained on her door handle.*

"I suppose I should thank you."

I didn't get it the first time! Glad you sent it in again ^^ happy new year to you too!

This is my last response for you! Thank you so much for participating in this event!

"I suppose so. Bye" he still refused to look at you and walked off. He certainly didn't want to hold you for a conversation since both of you had better things to do. You didn't have much to discuss anyways. Even if he did have concerns about the blood he'd have his questions answered tomorrow when Edelgard questions you again. And of course he didn't want to talk about missing his stable duty either.

#character interactions #linhardt von hevring #linhardt fire emblem #fe3h linhardt #fire emblem three houses linhardt #sylvain x reader

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certified-boyliker · 2 years

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Please? (Linhardt x GN!Reader)

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Hey, first official screening! Enjoy!

CW: none

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"What?"

"Can we keep him?"

"Why do you want it?"

"Cause he's so cute, that's why."

"Where did you even find it?"

You gave Linhardt a bored expression. "The monastery, obviously. Where else would I find him?"

Linhardt returned your bored expression. "Won't the staff members be a bit upset you plucked up a Hevring cat?"

"How do you know what kind of cat it is?"

"I've been to Hevring territory, love. I know what the cats from there look like."

Linhardt took cat and it placed its paws on his cheeks. You watched him and walked behind him to look at the cat's face.

"He says he doesn't want to be with us."

"You can't speak cat!"

"Yes, I can. I nap so much and I act like a cat, therefore, I am one of them." He yawned before dropping the cat on his bed. The cat yawned itself and lied on the blanket at the foot of his bed.

"Aw, isn't that cute?"

Linhardt's face scrunched up and he pouted. "Hey. Cat, that's my bed."

You chuckled lightly. "He's sleeping there, Lin. Come on, let him sleep."

He pouted, before grabbing your hand. "Fine. Then lets find a tree. I'm using you as my pillow."

"Hey- I'll only do that if you'll keep the cat."

Linhardt turned to see the cat still napping before sighing. "Yeah. Sure. You be my pillow and we'll keep the cat."

"Thank you!" You kissed his cheek and led him outside, him sighing softly.

#linhardt x reader #linhardt von hevring #fire emblem three houses x reader #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem x reader #— ❝ now presenting ❞

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randoimago · 2 years

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can i request hubert, ferdinand, and linhardt w/ an s/o who overworks themselves without meaning to?

S/O Overworking Themselves Without Meaning To

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Characters: Ferdinand Von Aegir, Hubert, Linhardt

Type of Request: Headcanons

Notes: You got it!

Ferdinand

Yeah no, none of that. He understands that work is important, but you need to stand up and stretch too!

Will drag you away from whatever you're doing to go outside and drink some tea. Maybe have a little picnic. Just something outside so you can get fresh air.

Would stand behind you and read whatever you're doing.

Since you aren't spending time with him, he'll do that to be close to you and also hopefully help with whatever you're doing.

Hubert

Tempted to slip some sleeping pills in your tea or food. Just to get you to take a break because he doesn't have the energy to argue with you over stopping.

Would call you an idiot for working so much. Yes, it's useful in the long run but not to you. People have died for working too much and it'd be a shame if it happened to you as well.

Isn't going to carry you to your bed if you fall asleep while working. He'll let you sleep, but you can deal with the neck and back pain as a consequence for not going to bed.

You state that you don't mean to overwork yourself yet you keep doing it. If you really don't mean it then you'd make an effort to quit, or so Hubert would tell you. Just see if he can rile you up a bit to get you to actually take better care of yourself since persuading might not work.

Linhardt

Linhardt overworks too, but he also sleeps all the time.

If you ever ask him for help so you can stop overworking, then he'll gladly make mandatory nap times for you both.

Probably brings you tea and a snack now and then because you're too preoccupied to take care of yourself. Hopefully his little trips does remind you to take a break.

Would sigh a lot or do little things in an attempt to get your attention so he can remind you that he needs attention too.

#ferdinand x reader #ferdinand von aegir x reader #fe ferdinand x reader #linhardt x reader #hubert x reader #fe3h x reader #fire emblem x reader #fe hubert x reader #fe linhardt x reader

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glowingbadger · 2 months

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Which of the Three Houses guys will watch their beloved go off on an enemy and have the reaction of "Well mark me down as scared AND horny", do you think?

Ahh, see my dear Friend Anon, this is a nuanced spectrum- but I'll do my best to break it down as I see it:

Scared and Horny:

Claude - has enough common sense to be scared, but definitely hot-blooded enough to be horny about it. A beautiful balance, frankly, though he may tease you about how wild you were.

Raphael - soooo close to qualifying for the "just horny" category, but he is a sweet boy and still wants to check to be sure you're alright (mentally, emotionally, physically) after the battle.

Ignatz - soooo close to qualifying for the "just scared" category lmao. However, as you all know, I see our boy Ignatz as very repressed and very kinky, and seeing you be so powerful and passionate definitely stirs some part of him.

Ferdinand - practically the poster-boy for "scared and horny" tbh; he feels sheepish about it, but he just can't help how your strength and force of will arouse him.

Seteth - also strangely close to the "just horny" category, not that he wants to admit it; seeing you like this really awakens something primal in him from far in his past. Still, his concern for you is ever-present and ultimately pushes aside how entrancing you look conquering your foes so thoroughly.

Sylvain - I almost don't know how to elaborate on this one because, I mean, of course, right? Of course Sylvain is worried, but also just burning inside watching you flushed in the face, damp with sweat, muscles tight, hair wild.......

Just Scared:

Lorenz - oscillating wildly between worried for you and worried for every person around you. Definitely impressed, don't get me wrong- he appreciates battle prowess. But if you're really going berserk, he's worried.

Dedue - while he's likely right there beside you in the fight, he worries about seeing you get particularly aggressive. He's seen what bloodlust has done to the other most valued person in his life, and never wants to see you go too far down that path.

Ashe - it's not as though he can't stomach violence, he just feels that there's a certain responsibility and necessity for rules of engagement when it comes to combat, hence his proclivity for chivalry. Seeing you completely lose yourself worries him, and he'll want to be with you and hold you and make sure you're okay as soon as he can.

Just Horny:

Hubert - I feel like this is more or less self explanatory lmao. Though he does still hope you'll be rational and not do anything unnecessarily risky while eviscerating your foes.

Caspar - again, an obvious choice. Honestly, I think Caspar wants to fuck after just about every battle you two come back from, provided neither of you is hurt too badly.

Jeritza - this is the most obvious one so far lol. Though, when he's more 'himself,' he does silently worry about you sharing in his bloodshed and provoking the Death Knight part of him.

Felix - honestly, it's probably even fiercer than Hubert or Caspar; the lust he feels for you in the heat of battle is both primal and nearly spiritual. This is about his whole life philosophy, after all. After a particularly tough and gruesome fight, he wants nothing more than to absolutely ravage you (and might need to be talked down if he has wounds to attend to first)

Outliers:

Linhardt - ideally, he is not present, as the sight of you "going off" on an enemy is likely to involve waaaaay more blood than he's comfy with. He'll definitely tend to you afterward, and wryly scold you for going overboard (secretly, he was super worried when he heard from your comrades of how ferocious you were out there)

Dimitri - he's in different categories depending on where he's at in his arc tbh. Feral Dimitri is obviously just horny about you diving into the bloodshed with him, while "redeemed" Dimitri has some measure of restraint about it

Yuri - it's more like "amused/impressed and horny," tbh. Though he never looses his head about it- he's still keeping a close eye on you to make sure nothing goes awry. But he won't deny that he enjoys watching, nonetheless.

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frickingnerd · 1 year

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Black Eagles Masterlist

Edelgard von Hresvelg

haunted by our past mistakes - oneshot

tea time with edelgard - drabble

dancing under the stars - headcanons

edelgard with a tall s/o - headcanons

edelgard crushing on a competent airhead - headcanons

Hubert von Vestra

hubert crushing on you - headcanons

can we stay like this? - oneshot

hubert realizing his feelings for you - headcanons

dating hubert von vestra - headcanons

hubert with a touch starved s/o - headcanons

academic rivals to lovers with hubert - headcanons

hubert with a shy s/o - headcanons

hubert accidentally confessing to you - headcanons

being in a relationship with claude and hubert - headcanons

Ferdinand von Aegir

dating ferdinand von aegir - headcanons

ferdinand's crush dating someone else - headcanons

Caspar von Bergliez

caspar's s/o training with his father - headcanons

caspar with a sibling who's a sweet heart - headcanons

Linhardt von Hevring

cuddling with linhardt - headcanons

Dorothea Arnault

confessing to dorothea - headcanons

dorothea with an insomniac s/o - headcanons

dorothea being torn between you and edelgard - headcanons

Petra Macneary

fake dating petra - headcanons

petra reuniting with her crush - headcanons

Bernadetta von Varley

bernadetta crushing on you - headcanons

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agent-cupcake · 2 years

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Asteria

Pairing: Yuri Leclerc x f!reader

Synopsis: After moving to the big city and starting a new job working for the lawyer Aelfric Dahlman, you meet Yuri Leclerc. And then the dreams begin.

Warnings: explicit smut, dubcon (dream sex)

Tags: incubi, modern AU, more plot than porn, manipulation, naïve reader, some light drugging

Notes: @pastrycreams asked for Yuri with the prompt of "Dreams" and specified incubi and this fell out of my fingers. It's similar to Somnambulant with Linhardt but I tried to keep it from being same-y.

Please note that this is wildly inaccurate. Christian Louboutin does not make spiked Chelsea boots in white.

Word Count: 10.9k

“Well, well, what do we have here?”

The smooth voice startled you enough to let out a little squeak, falling out of your crouch beneath the desk where you had been, with middling success, trying to untangle the mess of wires. You hadn’t even heard someone come in. Sitting in an embarrassing splay on the cold tile, you looked at the speaker, scanning from a pair of shiny white spiked Chelsea boots with red soles and up to a set of eyeliner-winged eyes. Long-ish lavender hair tied in a tail, smiling pink lips, and well dressed in what you could only describe as fashionably androgynous, the man’s appearance in the context of a shiny professional law firm was nearly as surprising as the suddenness of his interruption.

“My apologies,” he said, offering you a hand and a warm grin and a distinct lack of contrition. “I had no intention of scaring you.”

“No, no, it’s okay,” you said hurriedly, accepting his hand to stand up with no small amount of hot-faced embarrassment. Despite all appearances, he lifted you up with ease, his grip firm and steady. Rather than releasing you right away, his touch lingered, fingertips trailing over your palm as he pulled away. Was that intentional? It made your stomach buzz with butterflies. “Thank you.”

“It was my pleasure,” he told you. “Maybe you can help me in return. I’m here to see Aelfric, is he in?”

“Yes, he is,” you said, caught off guard all over again. Flustered for entirely non-professional reasons and hoping desperately he couldn’t tell. You pressed the button on the phone to call Mr. Dahlman.

“You have a… visitor, sir,” you said, stammering upon the realization that you hadn’t asked for a name.

“I’ll be right out,” he replied over the speaker.

“I’m really sorry,” you told said visitor. “I didn’t know Mr. Dahlman had any appointments this afternoon.”

“He doesn’t, that’s precisely why I’m here,” he said, giving no further explanation.

You frowned, unsure how to interpret that. “I… see.”

“I’m Yuri, by the way,” he told you, brushing past your confusion with ease. “You’re Aelfric’s new receptionist, yeah?” His eyes slowly gave you a very obvious once over, not so lecherous as it was admiring. Or maybe those two things were a little less defined with people as pretty as him. “I suppose that means we’ll be seeing a lot of each other.” He smirked. “Look forward to it.”

“Yuri,” Mr. Dahlman said, coming out of his office just in time to graciously save you from having to answer. “What a pleasant surprise.”

“Well I wouldn’t want you to get bored,” Yuri said, smiling at Mr. Dahlman with a friendly familiarity. “You didn’t tell me you were looking for a new receptionist.”

“Yes, it was rather short notice.” Mr. Dahlman looked at you. “Mr. Leclerc is a close associate of mine… Yuri, shall we speak in my office? I'm sure she's still busy getting settled in.”

“Oh, it’s no trouble, Mr. Dahlman,” you readily told him. “If there’s anything you need, please let me know. You as well, Mr. Leclerc.”

“Someone’s eager. You’re new to the city, aren’t you,” Yuri said knowingly, a little dryly.

You blinked at him in surprise, looking at Mr. Dahlman and back again before smiling abashedly. “How did you guess?”

“Stick around a while,” Yuri told you. “I’m sure you’ll see exactly what I mean.”

“Um, alright,” you said, nodding because that seemed to be the right response. It made Yuri smile. There was a mirth dancing in his eyes that seemed distinctly amused, even interested.

The two men disappeared back into Mr. Dahlman’s office and you sat down, attempting to turn the computer on only to remember what you had been doing in the first place. Back onto the floor you went, more aware now of how ridiculous you probably looked and hyper aware of the sound of a door opening. Luckily, you avoided further embarrassment and were back in your seat by the time Yuri left Mr. Dahlman’s office.

“It was nice meeting you, Mr. Leclerc,” you told him with a professional smile. Yuri paused, evaluating you with his head titled slightly.

“You too,” he told you. “And if you have any problems here, be sure to let me know. I’ve got some experience living in the city.”

“Oh. Um, thank you very much, Mr. Leclerc,” you said, hoping your surprise didn’t taint the sincerity of your gratitude. “That’s very kind of you.”

“Don’t mention it,” Yuri said with a warm smile. “I’ve got a feeling you and I are going to get along just fine.”

Again with the butterflies, juvenile as they were. “I hope so, Mr. Leclerc,” you told him.

“Have a good night,” he said. “I don’t doubt we’ll see each other again soon.”

The dusky sky outside the windows behind his desk dyed Mr. Dahlman’s office in rich oranges and yellows, reflecting off of the picturesque skyline view as you stepped into his open doorway. People warned you of the city before you moved here, and you understood why, but sometimes the sights were just so heart-achingly beautiful you couldn’t help but love it.

“Is there anything else you need before I go?” you asked Mr. Dahlman.

“Oh, no,” he said, looking up from whatever he was working on with a smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yes, of course,” you said. But you didn’t leave right away, chewing on your lip as you considered if it would be okay to ask. Surely there were taboos about what you could speak to your employer about regarding his work, but it wasn’t as if Mr. Dahlman was just your boss. You knew him through the Church, he was an active member and close friend of your local priest. Since you had experience working as a secretary, he agreed to an interview. Everything after that was, as you liked to think of it, a gift from the goddess.

“Is there something else?” Mr. Dahlman asked. You hesitated, knowing that you had been far too obvious lingering in his doorway yet embarrassed to be called out on it.

“That man from earlier, Mr. Leclerc,” you ventured. “He’s not a client?”

“No,” Mr. Dahlman said. “I retain Yuri’s services. I apologize for not warning you beforehand, he has a habit of coming in unannounced.”

“He does this often?” you asked.

“You must forgive his eccentricities,” Mr. Dahlman said. “Yuri is a skilled professional and, if you will forgive my honesty, a personal friend.” His tone was strange. Tense, putting special emphasis on each word to impart his meaning.

“Oh, I-I wasn’t upset or anything,” you quickly told him. “And I didn’t mean to sound rude, I was just curious. I’m sorry to have pried.”

“The goddess would hardly condemn curiosity, and neither will I,” Mr. Dahlman told you warmly, easing your concerns. “I assure you that Yuri is worthy of your trust.”

That assurance made your shoulders relax, letting go of the tension you had barely been aware of. If Mr. Dahlman said someone was trustworthy, you could believe that wholeheartedly. “That’s good then,” you said. “Thank you. Have a good night, Mr. Dahlman.”

“You too,” he said. “Do try to get a full night’s rest, I shudder to think of what your mother would say if you returned ragged and overworked.”

That made you smile as you left.

“Who are you?” you asked, sitting up to get a better look at the figure standing in front of your window. They were indistinct with shadow, outlined in the bluish light from outside. Seeing a stranger in your room didn’t frighten you. Dream logic made the situation entirely normal, natural.

A dream. You couldn’t define how you knew it was, but you did.

“Your room is cute,” the figure said, speaking in a distinctly masculine voice. He turned around. Faintly, you could see his face, the little smile he wore as he considered you. A part of your mind, fanciful and floating, wondered if he was an angel. A spirit sent by the goddess herself. “I didn’t expect you to be an artist, although I can’t say I’m surprised by your faith. It’s not something I mind, but…” He paused, sighing as he approached your bed. “Hiring a sweet, innocent little airhead to be his secretary just to tempt me into continuing to play along was low. He acted as if he has no idea, it was nearly enough to make me reconsider taking the bait. But then again…”

“Wait,” you said, frowning as you tried to make sense of his words. Confused more than anything. Dazed, sluggish in both thought and movement.

“What am I waiting for?” he asked, his voice low and eyes half lidded. With each slow, measured step he’d gotten even closer.

“I don’t know,” you said, frowning. If this was a dream, and you could only surmise that it was, it was the most vivid dream you’d ever had. “We’ve met before?”

“Very good,” he said sarcastically, kneeling on your bed and easily pulling away your blanket. The air wasn’t cold, but goosebumps covered your bare legs. “I don’t suppose you remember my name?”

In the dim light, his hair was darker, but his purple eyes were luminous as they scanned your body, his skin practically glowing with the subtle shine of a star. A ghost, a vision of beauty.

“Mr. Leclerc?" you guessed.

That made him laugh, looking at your face with a smile not all too dissimilar from the one you had seen in the waking world. Yuri Leclerc. The odd, beautiful man with the nice clothes and butterfly inducing smirk. Not an angel at all, then.

“Is that really what you want to call me now?” he asked, leaning in closer, his fingertips trailing up your neck to nudge your chin a little higher. Your breathing was out of control and unsteady, the only part of your body that seemed to be moving in real time and not in the sluggish trance.

“What are you doing?” you whispered, reaching out to touch his arm. Instead, Yuri entwined his fingers between your own, pinning your hand against the headboard as he crawled fully onto your bed, hovering above you. “Wait,” you protested again, but you weren’t really fighting.

“Why?” Yuri asked, his face so close to your own you could feel the brushing air of that word. You expected him to kiss you, but he didn’t, his lips trailing across your cheek instead. “It’s your dream.”

Did that mean it was okay? You squirmed, all too aware of the weight of his body against your own. It felt real. He felt real.

“It’s… wrong,” you muttered, although there wasn’t much conviction in your voice.

“Do you really think so? I think it’s only natural to dream of what we desire,” Yuri told you. His voice lowered a bit, his eyes hypnotically fixated on your own. “It’s okay to be honest with yourself. The goddess will forgive you for what you can’t control.”

Those words buzzed sweetly in your head, filling you with a floaty sort of warmth. It was okay, that made sense. Just a dream. You used to dream often about all sorts of things, it wasn’t your fault.

“There is something you want, right?” he prompted. You hesitated for a long moment before nodding, a barely perceptible bob of your head. What you wanted. Your eyes dropped down to his mouth, hovering so close to your own, but you couldn’t just ask, the words weren’t there. “A kiss?” Yuri guessed. Your sharp intake of breath was enough of a response for him to smile. “Just a kiss?” he pushed, teasing now.

You squirmed nervously, utterly aware of his proximity and unable to meet his eyes. “What else?” you finally asked, your voice quiet.

He hesitated, and then laughed, pressing his face against yours so you could feel his smile. “You are so very lucky that I’m patient. But you’re right. There’s no need to rush this.”

And then he kissed you.

You had just gotten home from work when your mother called, barely a step past the threshold when you heard the ringtone you’d assigned for her contact.

“Hey mom!” you greeted her on the third ring, toeing off your shoes and dropping your stuff in the entryway. Which was also the living room and kitchen. City living was cramped beyond reason, although you thought your apartment was charming. “Perfect timing, I literally just walked in the door.”

“Oh, that's good! I wasn't sure if it was a bad time, but I called to see how you’re doing,” she told you. Hearing her voice was more than enough to make you desperately homesick, but you pushed that emotion down. “Have you been settling in alright?”

“I am,” you told her.

“Everything’s good at work?”

“Yes, Mr. Dahlman is a great boss,” you responded, dropping sideways onto the little couch you’d managed to fit into the living space. “I’m learning all sorts of things already.”

“And your art?”

“Still working on it, when I have time,” you told her. “I probably won’t have anything ready to submit for a while, but… I love being here, there’s so much to do and see and… But I miss you guys a lot.”

“We miss you too,” she said. Conversation went on from there. She told you about your dad, and about the various goings-on of the small town you had moved out of, and you told her stories of the craziness of city life.

“Have you met any friends?” she asked eventually, an innocent question all things considered. But it gave you pause. Of all things, guilt dropped into your stomach at the idea of meeting someone. It was as instinctual as it was confusing, you hadn’t done anything, had you?

“Uhm—no,” you finally responded. Nerves danced uncertainty within you, causing your eyes to flick from shadow to shadow in search of something you knew wasn’t there.

“Are you okay?” she asked. You blinked a few times, shaking your head at the odd reaction.

“Yeah, just really tired, I think,” you said. “I didn’t sleep very well last night.” Trying to play it off, you laughed a little, although thinking about the night before didn’t help much with the feeling. “Anyway, The people in the congregation are really nice, but most of them are older. You know how it is, I’m sure I’ll meet lots of new people when I start classes.”

Before long, both of you had to leave to figure out the dinner situation. She scolded you about eating too many frozen meals, and you assured her that you wouldn’t be. Boxed macaroni and cheese was completely different.

But that incomprehensible sense of shame returned in full force as you got ready for bed. Focusing too hard on the thought made it scitter away, but you were certain you had dreamed about someone in particular. That didn’t help with the shame, even if it was ridiculous. Obviously you had never entertained a man in your home, let alone in your bedroom. Intimacy was one of those things you expected would come later in life, as a result of being in love, with somebody you cared deeply about. These odd flashes of memory were akin to the strange dreams you had as a child, the nightmares you cried to your parents about.

Not real.

Every time Yuri touched you, your entire body jerked. No matter how lightly his fingertips grazed your skin, how gently he traced little circles over the drenched fabric of your panties, you jolted and strained against your restraints. Whatever bound your arms above your head—in a dream, it didn’t matter, it was merely a part of the set, a part of the hazy unreality—kept you from intervening in his slow torture. And that’s what this was, what it had to be. Torturous.

“Yuri,” you got out, trying to breathe, trying to find purchase in a world crumbling around you, hazy in the overbearing heat of lust. “Please…”

“What’s the matter?” he asked, utterly innocent as his fingers dragged across your clothed slit, pressing the fabric against the oversensitive flesh a little harder. “I’m taking it slow, just like you wanted.”

Vaguely, you knew that was what you had said. To take it slow, to leave your clothes on, to keep from falling truly into the depravity your brain seemed to be reveling in. Was that really what you wanted? At this point, you couldn’t tell. More of this would be your undoing, but if he stopped, your need would burn you from the inside out.

“Unless you’ve changed your mind,” he teased, his hands flattening out across your inner thighs to spread them wider. The way his elegant fingers indented the soft flesh stoked the artist side of you, although that only fed the lust.

“I don’t know,” you said, practically whining with distress.

“There are people who would kill to get an offer like that from me,” Yuri told you, his head tilting to expose his perfectly pale neck. That was all you could see, considering he was still dressed. Even that tiny amount of skin was enough to believe him, to believe that people would kill for this. “But that’s part of why I like you. All buttoned up and proper, oh-so sheltered. Even in a dream, you can’t bring yourself to admit what you want. Of course, I wouldn’t mind a bit more…”

You practically spasmed when he touched your clit, using the extra friction of the fabric to make you shudder, your legs trying to close.

“No?” Yuri asked, forcing your thighs to spread once again. “That’s fine… For now.” He pushed one arm beneath your hips and lowered himself between your legs, ensuring you were watching. You strained once more against the restraints, back arching, muscles so tense you felt close to breaking, but you couldn’t look away as his head dropped. His mouth was warm and wet and you could almost imagine what it would be like without the barrier of your panties in the way. His tongue wetted the fabric further as it traced your clit, refusing to give you pressure where you most needed it.

Yuri just laughed when you tried to grind against his face, pulling away and letting your hips drop back down to the bed. You exhaled heavily, almost like a sob if it weren’t so airy.

“Say the word,” he told you as he sat up, meeting your eyes again. “And I’ll give you exactly what you want.” He hesitated, shrugging one shoulder. “Or, at the very least, I’ll think about it.”

You frowned, eyebrows furrowing. “But this is… It’s my dream, so why…?”

“You’re right,” Yuri agreed, crawling forward until his face was right in front of your own. His eyes were so clear, so perfectly intense, that you felt right then that this couldn’t possibly be a dream. “You have a filthy mind, you know that?”

“He’ll be with you in a minute,” you said, trying to sound professional.

“No problem, I don’t mind waiting,” Yuri Leclerc said with a charming smile, leaning against your desk instead of sitting in one of the comfortable leather chairs to wait. That didn’t make your predicament any easier because the longer he hung around, the more convinced you were that your sinking suspicions were right.

You were going to scramble your brains to be jarred like the Egyptians did to their Pharaohs. You were going to personally reintroduce the lobotomy to the medical world. You were going to never sleep again if it meant you could wipe away the memory you had of Yuri Leclerc in your dreams. Yuri Leclerc, a man you had met once, kissing you, touching you.

How many times? You could only remember little moments, the fleeting gossamer of dream difficult to pin down in any meaningful way. It had been a few days since your first meeting, but you knew you’d been sleeping rather poorly ever since.

“Do you want something to drink?” you asked, doing your best to act innocent, to push those thoughts down as far as you could manage. “We have Coke. I think there’s also juice. And water, of course.”

“Not right now,” Yuri told you. “Although if the offer’s still on the table later tonight, I’d happily take you up on it. Assuming the drink comes with the pleasure of your company.”

You laughed nervously, trying to be a good sport and not think about how striking his silky black shirt looked against his ivory skin. “Well, we close at six usually, so it can’t be too late.”

His eyes narrowed. No eyeshadow today, although he didn’t exactly need it to make the color of his eyes pop. “Do you work at being adorably clueless, or does it come naturally?” he asked, deadpan.

It took you a moment to realize what he was talking about, especially when your brain shorted out at having been called adorable. “Oh, I…”

“Naturally then,” he said. Seeing your nervous expression, he softened. “Don’t get so worked up, I’m just teasing.”

“Right. Yeah, I know, I’m just-”

“Yuri,” Mr. Dahlman called in greeting, cutting you off.

Yuri looked at you. “Think about that drink, yeah? I’d love to get to know you a little better.”

Usually you left Church services feeling rejuvenated, but the week’s sermon about sin had left you feeling heavy and tired.

Sin wasn’t something you had ever seriously considered. It was natural, of course. Mankind sinned. The goddess knew that, which was why she was a forgiving force. But internal sin, the kind that was determined not by action but by thought, had never seemed as important to you as the sin of deeds or speech. Everyone had ugly thoughts that weren’t representative of them as a person, things that they would never say or act upon. The things you thought about Yuri weren’t exactly ugly, and you could accept that it was normal to be attracted to a man who seemed crafted to invite attraction on both an artistic and intimate level, but you knew it was a sin. A grave, vile sin.

When your mom called that afternoon, the last thing you wanted to do was talk, but you didn’t want to worry her either. Most of it went fine. Talking about home and the city, leaving out a few key details.

“Are you doing okay, hon?” she asked, her concern obvious even over the phone. You realized you’d been a little spaced out, looking with a sickened sense of horror at the pages of your most recent sketches. A dream given life. Far too much life.

“No, things are going really well!” you told her, shutting the notebook and trying to sound positive.

“And with your art?” she asked. “You haven’t mentioned that.”

Of course you hadn’t mentioned that you’d been obsessively rendering the same lovely face to paper and canvas, the same pair of royal eyes, the same smirking lips.

“I’ve been too busy,” you told her. “Since there’s so much construction, there are a lot of dispute cases. But Mr. Dahlman said it’ll be over before classes start, so it’s fine.”

“Do you want to be punished?” Yuri asked, obviously making fun of you. He kept distracting you from what he was saying, his fingers lazily toying with your clit. Panties off this time, although you couldn’t recall when that happened. The sensation of direct touch shot hot, blinding need through you. Even the smallest nudge was nearly more than you could bear, worse because he acted so indifferent. “For this supposed sin, I mean. Or maybe you think you deserve it. Should desire be met with condemnation? Even if you’re not hurting anybody? Even if it results in pleasure for both parties involved?”

Paying attention was difficult when you were so hyper focused on the hand between your legs, but you knew that you needed to because Yuri got testy when he had to repeat himself. For all that you ever thought about taking things slow, or not allowing them at all, you very badly did not want him to stop.

“But it… it doesn’t,” you finally told him, gathering together enough of a thought to speak somewhat clearly. “You’re not real.”

Even though you said that, the pleasure certainly felt real. He smelled real, sweet and fresh. Yuri had taken off his shirt at some point. He was as perfect as you imagined, surprisingly muscular considering his slighter frame. Scars littered his body, old but stark against his soft, pale skin. Beautiful, so lovely that you knew you’d never properly capture it on paper. Above all else, his body was solid, comfortably warm against your own, his hair silken and soft between your fingers.

“Oh, you’re going to hurt my feelings, saying things like that,” Yuri told you, feigning a pout. His hand pulled away, but you didn’t have time to mourn its absence as he pushed you onto your back, splayed beneath him like so many times before. The ceiling glittered with stars. No longer your room, then. You yelped in confusion at the shift, squirming, but he easily kept you pinned. Watching your face intently, his fingers finally pushed past the fluttering muscles of your entrance.

You had tested it a few times while awake, only to be met with disappointment at how poor of a replacement your own hand was for his. When Yuri curled his fingers against your inner walls, your entire self reacted, drawing up taut and your mouth falling open in a moan. Physical sensation, psychological arousal, physiological pleasure, he electrified your entire being so easily, so casually.

“Yuri…” you gasped, clawing at the sheets as he pulled his fingers out, thrusting them into you deeper, a little more roughly. Your pussy squeezed his fingers desperately, your body chasing pleasure independently of you.

“You never did answer my question,” Yuri said, his voice lower but otherwise unaffected. Always so aloof, so detached. God like, almost.

All you had as an answer was a moan, low and filthy and needy. You didn’t want to think, you just wanted him to never stop, to enjoy this dream always, to have him always.

“Do you,” Yuri asked, his fingers pumping into you at an agonizingly slow pace, “think you deserve to be punished?”

You swallowed hard, your head pushing back into the pillows and body straining. Whenever you dared to peek at him, the unfairness of it all was alarming. Here you were in a state of sweaty disarray, bared before him, and Yuri looked so casual, so poised. You groaned in frustration, whimpered when he responded with a harsher thrust.

“I don’t know,” you told him.

“There’s something about you that makes me think you’d enjoy a bit of pain, you know? Whips, chains, that sort of thing. Of course, I would never stoop to such medieval methods,” Yuri said, setting a faster, harder pace. He didn’t usually go too far, unraveling you little by little until pushing you over the edge, but this was different. Yuri seemed entirely focused on getting you off, on overwhelming you with friction, with pleasure. “Something to consider, at least.”

You shook your head, back arching. When his other hand descended to play with your clit, the influx of sensation was nearly enough to confuse you, to delay the breaking point out of something like confusion.

“Yuri, I can’t, I’m—”

“Go ahead, then,” he told you warmly, almost mockingly. “Come for me.”

Your entire body seized up, responding to his words as if they were a command. Maybe they were, Yuri could certainly pass for a kind, generous king, touching you and giving you pleasure as he saw fit. Or an angel, like you first assumed. Or a god, as he so often looked above you.

You gasped, opening your eyes, desperately trying to chase that snapped thread of pleasure, of warmth, only to realize that your room was bright with early morning sunshine. Sweaty and tangled up in your sheets, you were still fully dressed and very, very alone. Need pulsed angrily between your legs, demanding satisfaction in full, but you didn’t dare feed into it. Even as the dream faded, its contents covered with the gauze of unconsciousness, you knew that it had been wrong.

Being left wet and wanting wasn’t the worst thing. Even the sinking, sickening idea that you could dream about things you’d never previously considered before now wasn’t as bad as the loneliness. You hadn’t thought you were lonely before, you hadn’t considered that you would want to have a partner at this point in your life. But now you knew what it was to be without, and it was miserable.

The sound of Mr. Dahlman’s office door opening and closing startled you into hastily shutting the notebook you’d been doodling in, realizing with a jolt of panic that you had been drawing the same familiar shapes and figures.

“Did it go well?” you asked Yuri as he came around to the front.

“It always does,” he responded with that heart-achingly handsome smile. “What about you? Don’t you get bored sitting in here all day?”

“Maybe a little,” you told him. “But it’s a good job.”

“Is it? Heh, well, one day, I’ll get you out of this stuffy office,” Yuri said playfully as he pulled his coat on. Fur, probably not real. Most likely designer, if the other brands you’d seem him flaunt were anything to go by. On most people, it would have looked gaudy, but Yuri wore it effortlessly. “Aelfric can’t keep you in here chained to this desk forever.”

“I’m not chained to anything,” you said, your stomach sinking because something about that word felt uncomfortably familiar.

“Haha,” Yuri said dryly, although he hadn’t stopped smiling. Would he still smile at you if he knew the images your brain conjured of him? The unspeakable things your fevered brain had imagined him doing? “You know what I mean.”

“Maybe, but it’s not like I’m unhappy here,” you said. All that could possibly hope to rival the shame and disgust weighing down your heart like lead was the desire. That was the worst of all. You weren’t sure which was worse, the idea of him accepting your advances or rejecting them. Either way would land you in the same awful, sinful spot, give or take some humiliation.

“We’ll see about that.”

Your stomach clenched, your eyes turning down to avoid his because you swore you could combust if you had to look at that mischievous grin. “Have a nice day, Mr. Leclerc.”

You could sense his frown, even if you didn't see it. “You too.”

It had been a slow day. Mr. Dahlman was out most of it, always running errands here and there. Things weren’t necessarily slowing down in general, but time had an awful tendency to drag on and on at a snails pace when you were in the office alone.

If anything, a man entering the office unannounced with a welcome distraction. At first.

“Can I help you, sir?” you asked. He was not someone you recognized, but that wasn’t alarming in and of itself. What did give you pause was the way he marched through the sleek glass door with a furrowed brow and a vein popping in his shiny forehead. Despite that look of rage, his appearance suggested a professional of some kind, wearing a nice suit with his hair slicked back. You got to your feet when you realized he intended to walk right past your desk, heart fluttering at his thunderous expression. “Sir? Can I help you?”

“Is he here?” he asked, looking past you at Mr. Dahlman’s office.

“No, Mr. Dahlman’s not in right now,” you said. “May I take a message?”

The man exhaled heavily, practically exhaling steam through his nostrils. Tense seconds ticked by, they felt like hours. Eventually, he leveled his glare at you.

“Yeah, tell that bastard he’ll get his fuckin’ money, but he’s going to have to wait for it.” He ran a hand over his hair. “I can’t give him what I haven’t got.” He leveled a single, ringed finger at you. “But if he releases it, he’ll get jack shit. You’ll tell him that?”

“I will,” you agreed quickly, nodding fast to appease him. The man huffed a few more times, looking at Mr. Dahlman’s office, before turning on his heel and leaving. You didn’t sit back down for some time, only realizing long after the fact that you should have called building security.

That’s exactly what Mr. Dahlman told you as well, although he seemed almost entirely unphased by your censored version of the man’s message. He carried on normally throughout your stilted recounting, eventually sitting at his desk and looking at you over folded hands.

“I’m sorry you had to experience that,” he told you with a sympathetic frown. He didn’t ask any questions, he didn’t inquire about the man’s appearance or offer any explanation. That felt wrong, somehow. His lack of reaction felt wrong.

“It’s okay,” you told him, trying to believe him. “But… what happened? What was he talking about?”

“It is unfortunate,” Mr. Dahlman said. “But, ultimately, unavoidable in my line of work that I should upset people.”

“But you’re not a criminal defense lawyer or anything,” you said. “I didn’t think people would get so angry.”

“People are quick to anger whenever large sums of money are involved,” Mr. Dahlman told you seriously.

You stared into his comforting eyes for a long moment before you nodded, accepting his explanation as fact. Being on edge was normal after experiencing something so uncomfortable, but Mr. Dahlman had never given you reason to doubt him.

It occurred to you later that part of the nervous energy fizzling out your fingertips and making your mind race was because you wanted to tell someone about it, to talk to them, only to realize that there was no one. Nobody. You could tell your mom, but you didn’t want to worry her. Classes wouldn’t start for another few weeks, so you had no friends. Being so busy with work and living in a new place had left you painfully, abysmally isolated.

There was only one person in the city you knew. Well, two, if you were willing to count your dream-conjured apparition. But going down that road was worse than the idea of talking to your family, and far more dangerous.

“Sorry, I’m a bit… Out of sorts,” you said, ruffling through pages to figure out where you’d written down details of Mr. Dahlman’s schedule.

“Have you been sleeping poorly?” Yuri asked. And it was a natural question, clearly without any ulterior motive, but you could physically feel blood drain away from your face with the blinding force of panic. “I know that I don’t sleep very well in the city,” he continued, ignorant of your reaction. “It’s never quiet. Not to mention the light pollution.” He paused, looking at you. “Where did you say you’re from?”

Swallowing hard against a suddenly dry throat, you tried to compose yourself, finding the page you had been looking for and copying down the information with a shaky hand. “I don’t think I did, but I lived upstate. My family owns a ranch about an hour outside of Gideon.”

“You’re kidding,” Yuri said a smile in his voice. When you looked up at him with a frown, slightly confused and embarrassed for reasons you didn’t understand, he began laughing.

“What?” you asked, far too defensive.

“A plucky young woman escapes her small town family’s ranch to pursue her artistic dreams in the city,” he summarized. “It sounds like the plot of a bad movie.”

You deliberated for a moment whether or not that should have upset you before decided that it didn’t. He wasn’t entirely wrong, either. “Okay, maybe it does,” you conceded, smiling sheepishly. “But if I’m the main character, what are you?”

“I’m far too beautiful to be anything other than a villain,” Yuri said, his head tossing back dramatically.

That made you laugh, impressed by his confidence more than anything. Well, maybe a bit more than impressed, but you ignored that feeling. “That doesn’t even make any sense.”

“Not yet,” he allowed. “Setting that all aside, I’m sure you had an excellent view of the stars growing up there." He sighed. "I think that’s what I miss the most.”

“You’re not from here?”

“No,” Yuri said. “Believe it or not, I am a man of humble beginnings. From a place far, far away in a time long, long ago. But that’s a story for another time, I think.”

“If you wanted to tell me, maybe we could finally go get that drink? Tonight? I’m off in a few,” you said, trying desperately to not sound so pathetically hopeful because that was way too embarrassing. But you were desperate. And you were pathetic.

Yuri looked at you and, for the first time, you got the sense of a mask falling. What laid beneath was dark, and intimidating. He replaced it quickly, smiling. Slightly too sharp to be friendly, not lending any amusement to his eyes. “Sorry, I’m busy tonight. My time is in high demand.”

You nodded, hating the way disappointment and embarrassment swelled up in your chest. Hating the fact that he would make something up rather than just be honest. “Ah, that’s fine. Have a good night, Mr. Leclerc.”

“Yeah. You too.”

Maybe it was just an expression of stress, of growing discomfort, through your subconscious. Maybe you had reached your wits end of pretending the threat of torment was enough to keep you from wanting more. Sin or no sin. Then again, overthinking dreams was the surest path to madness. That’s what your mom used to tell you.

“The worst part is knowing that this is on purpose,” Yuri said, flipping you onto your stomach. You yelped, but Yuri seemed disinterested in your reaction, continuing to mutter to himself. He pushed your legs apart, planting his between. “He all but gift wrapped you for me and you don’t even know it. Like a little lamb, you can’t even conceptualize the danger you’re in.”

“Yuri…” you said, confused. More than a little aroused by the suggestive position.

He let out a heavy breath, his arms winding around you from behind so he could palm your breasts, grinding against your ass. Being held like this was different from anything else he'd done, intensely physical because he was hard. You could feel Yuri's yearning, his desire. “I know what you want,” he muttered, amused again. The shift in tone was unnatural, but you followed along because you far preferred teasing and lustful to dark and annoyed. “I guess I want it too. Just a little.”

“I just want you,” you whispered, shuddering when Yuri kissed your neck. So sweet in comparison to his teasing hands as they pinched your nipples, leaving you tense and wanting. “Please…”

“Fine, but only because you asked so nicely,” Yuri allowed, pushing you down into the pillows. There was no coherency between moments, only that both of you were ready and when he finally—finally, finally—lined up his cock with your entrance, you felt everything else fall away. It might as well have never existed in the first place.

Yuri took it slow, a result of his control and not your own. As soon as you felt the head of his cock press shallowly into your pussy, you realized with a red hot flare that you wanted more. All of it, all of him. He hissed out through his teeth as he slowly sank deeper, making you realize that you hadn’t been breathing the entire time. You didn’t until he was fully inside of you, your inner walls fluttering and squeezing in an attempt to adjust.

“Do you still think I’m not real?” Yuri asked, pulling out just as slowly. You couldn’t articulate words, you couldn’t do much more than gasp, scrambling at the sheets as your brain shorted out with pleasure. The pressure was strange, but it was also right. Like you were meant for this, like this was the most natural thing in the world.

“Yuri,” you sighed, moaning when he thrust back in. “I want to—” You wanted to see him, to hold him, to make this moment special because surely it was. How could something like this not be special? Groundbreaking, revolutionary. Feeling him inside of you was the most complete you’d ever felt, you felt very certain that was a fact.

“Oh no you don’t,” Yuri said, grabbing your hips to pull you back down when you tried to twist around, keeping you in place beneath him. You whined, reduced down to a shuddering mess at how deep he went with each thrust, how hyper sensitized your cunt was to the drag of his cock.

“I want to… to kiss you,” you said, admitting it aloud for the first time. Yuri just groaned, his fingernails digging into your hips as he pulled out slowly only to pull you back down. You could feel the way your pussy tightened around him as he did it again, your inner walls squeezing as if trying to suck him deeper, to keep him from pulling out.

“It’s a nightmare, isn’t it?” Yuri asked, punctuating the softly spoken question with a hard thrust. The sound of skin slapping together was almost as filthy as the moan you let out in response. “To get what you want but not how you want it.” He laughed, although the sound quickly devolved into a groan. "I guess that makes you my nightmare."

You shouldn’t have opened the document, you knew it wasn’t meant for your eyes. It wasn’t like you understood it, either. Nor did you care. A list of names with attached numbers. Referencial material that wasn’t included. You didn’t care, you really didn’t. You weren’t the nosy type. But the numbers were so high. Money. Huge sums of money.

Out of curiosity, you looked up one of the names, wondering if it had something to do with Mr. Dahlman’s practice. It wasn’t as if you handled most of the actual monetary transactions. But the person was a politician, it made no sense that he’d have anything to do with Mr. Dahlman’s firm.

Something wasn’t right. You knew that in your gut. Something wasn’t right, and all you could think of was the man storming in and insisting that he would pay.

Hands shaking, you deleted the document. It wasn’t meant for you anyway.

Another busy day. You were returning to your desk with a caffeinated soda—the thing that passed for lunch—when you saw the glass door open with a whoosh, revealing a familiar face.

“For you, m’lady,” Yuri said, placing a bouquet of roses on your desk. Their beautiful, vibrant red matched his shirt, pairing beautifully with the hair he’d left loose to drape over his shoulders. Considering the uncomfortable way he’d left the last time you saw him, you had no idea how to respond to the display.

“Mr. Leclerc,” you said. “Um… You shouldn’t have.”

He laughed. “I didn’t. I passed a delivery man on the way up and thought I’d spare him the walk.”

“Oh, right,” you said, flushing at the misunderstanding. “I’m sorry, Mr. Dahlman is out at lunch.”

“Is he?” Yuri asked, although he didn’t look particularly surprised. “Guess I’ll have to come back later.”

“If you wanted, I could take a message?”

“And deprive me the pleasure of seeing you again?” he asked, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow. You had no idea what to say to that, looking at him with a stupid expression as you tried to interpret some meaning other than a flirtatious one. Yuri smiled. “That said, it seems like I’ve got some competition.” He gestured to the flowers. “A secret admirer, perhaps?”

You walked over to look at the attached note, knowing that he was wrong yet embarrassed that he'd say it.

“Whoever he is, he must be in love with you.” There was a sharpness to the words, a meanness. “Why is it always roses, I wonder? They’re the flower of the unimaginative.”

“I like roses,” you said, reading the attached card with a growing smile, your heart swelling with affection. “My mom sent them to cheer me up. Here-” You grabbed a rose from the bunch, intending to give it to Yuri, only to realize the thorns hadn’t been trimmed. “Ouch!” you exclaimed, dropping it onto the floor on instinct.

“Careful,” Yuri said, approaching you, trampling the flower beneath his expensive shoe without any concern, grinding it into the clean white tile. “You’re bleeding—let me see.”

You didn’t have time to draw away before he took your hand to admire the way blood formed little beads on your skin—the same color as the flowers that caused it. Although the slender hand holding your wrist wasn’t violent, it was steel nonetheless, keeping you from withdrawing your arm. As if it were perfectly natural, he licked up the blood from your fingers. Then he peeked up at you with his head bowed, violet eyes scorching beneath his thick eyelashes, and you couldn’t move. Enthralled by his eyes, by the tingling memory of his mouth, by the the intoxicatingly good scent of his cologne.

“Beautiful things are often dangerous,” he said softly, his voice low. “I would think you’d have learned that by now.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you said softly, staring at him with equal parts fear and attraction. How could you not? Every single feature of Yuri’s seemed design to draw you in, to enthrall and enamor. Even with discomfort squeezing your heart like a vice, you couldn’t help it.

He let your hand drop to grip your chin instead, lips that had just been smeared with your blood meeting your own, as soft as the petals of the rose he’d crushed underfoot. You squeaked in surprise, but your body relented to his without question. At this point, Yuri was familiar. The kiss filled you with this electric sort of heat, with a raging inferno of desire. Every dream you’d had about him drew to a crescendo, night after night of unfulfilled lust raging to the forefront.

But not real Yuri, not in the workplace, not like this.

“You don’t think I’m dangerous?” Yuri asked, spinning you around to push you onto your desk. With a little effort, he got you to spread your legs enough for him to wedge his hips between, your skirt riding up dangerously high. You barely thought to struggle, holding onto his shoulders so you didn’t fall. “Do you ever worry that my generosity will run out and I’ll demand some form of recompense for my patience? I’ve done everything I could to protect you so far, but even I have a limit.”

“Yuri?” you asked, your voice breathy and confused.

“But not yet,” Yuri said, his hand traveling from your waist and over your thigh, his fingers squeezing the flesh in a nearly possessive way.

“I don’t-”

Faint footsteps echoed down the hall, the telltale sound of someone approaching. Blind panic filled you at the idea of someone walking in on this. Whatever this was, you could only imagine how it would look.

But you looked as the doors open with your heart racing in fear and a crease on your cheek from the edge of your appointment book that you had been using as a pillow on your desk, your back sore from the position. Sleeping. You had fallen asleep on your desk.

“Good afternoon,” Mr. Dahlman said with a smile.

“Yes, good… Good afternoon,” you said, wiping at your mouth and smoothing your hair with the fear fading as you realized it had just been a dream.

“Did someone send you roses?” he asked. You looked at the bouquet, shock striking through you coldly. It had been Yuri who brought those to the office, but that had been a dream. Hadn't it?

“Yeah, my… my mom,” you said, checking the note to make sure. To cheer you up, the note said, just as it had in the dream.

“That was kind of her,” Mr. Dahlman said, circling your desk to go to his office.

“It… It was.”

Mr. Dahlman paused, hanging in the doorway to his office and looking at you with a surprisingly severe expression. “You didn’t happen to receive an email earlier, did you? It would have been blank with an attached document. Do you recall anything like that?”

Your heart sunk, a fresh type of fear and anxiety filling you for reasons you didn’t want to think about. “I didn’t,” you lied. “But I could check my spam folder-”

“No,” Mr. Dahlman said, smiling warmly. “It’s not important. Please let me know when my three o’clock arrives.”

“Ye-yes, of course, Mr. Dahlman.”

Despite the lack of dreams, you were more tired than ever. Frayed and sad and lonely. Those were the excuses you clung to, but you knew you shouldn’t have been listening to a private conversation of Mr. Dahlman’s. He hadn’t properly hung up his office phone and you were just so curious. It wasn’t like you had anything else to occupy you. Another excuse.

But it was wrong. What he was doing was wrong and bad and illegal and maybe you were an airhead and maybe you were a fool but Mr. Dahlman was supposed to be a good man. A man of Seiros, of the goddess.

“You were listening, were you not?” Mr. Dahlman asked, staring at you from behind his desk, his eyes just as warm and gentle as ever. Your stomach twisted, a dizzy sensation in your head.

“That was blackmail,” you said. “You’re blackmailing people, that’s what was on the document.”

“I thought you were lying about that, although it hardly matters. You should be careful of making such accusations,” Mr. Dahlman warned lightly. “They could land you in a great deal of trouble.”

“But you’re…” you sputtered, barely recognizing the insult. “You can’t do this, it’s… it’s wrong, an-and illegal.”

“Please, calm down,” Mr. Dahlman told you. “And keep in mind the non-disclosure agreement you signed when you started work here. I fear there would be grave consequences were to you to begin spreading falsehoods about me and my work, least of all with the Church that helped to support you.”

Grave consequences. You stared at him with wide, wet eyes, terror working its steady, brutal rush through your veins. Mr. Dahlman stood up to approach you. Instead of moving, you just watched as if in slow motion as he put a hand on your shoulder. You didn’t move, you barely dared to breathe.

“For your own sake, I ask that you consider what you intend to do next very carefully. Take tomorrow to think about your future. Should you do the right thing, I’ll see you on Monday,” he told you gently. His hand tightened. Not painfully, but enough. “Should you not… Well, I shall pray that you do.”

You swallowed hard. “I understand.”

“Good,” Mr. Dahlman said, smiling kindly and releasing you. “I do encourage you to be careful. The city can hold many dangers for a girl such as yourself.”

What sort of cruel joke did the universe play on you to run into Yuri Leclerc as soon as you were out of the office building? Literally run into him, spilling your cold coffee from that morning all over yourself and toppling onto the ground. From your spot at his feet, you saw his shock become recognition become worry.

“Are you alright?” Yuri asked. Helping you up. Not even for the first time. How humiliating.

“I’m so sorry,” you said, picking up your stuff with your face turned downward to hide from him. “Mr-Mr. Dahlman is still in the office, but you’ll have to hurry if you want… want to catch him.”

“You’ve been crying,” Yuri said, pulling you out of the line of foot traffic. You let him. A little crease had formed between his perfect eyebrows as he looked at you, and it made your heart ache.

“I’m fine,” you said with a pathetic sniff, wiping your face. Everything was covered in old coffee. You’d have to go on the bus like this, and then you’d be home. And you’d be alone. And Mr. Dahlman had warned you of the dangers of the city. He knew better than anyone else in the world how intimately isolated you were, he knew where you lived and who you knew and there was no escape.

“You’re going home, yeah? You can’t take the bus like this,” Yuri said, unaware of your spiraling thoughts. “Let me get a cab to take you home.”

You were already shaking your head too fast, rejecting the idea with the violence of fear. “I can’t go home.”

He hesitated. “You can’t intend to go out like this.”

“No, I-I can’t. I’m—”

Yuri frowned. “What are you doing then?”

“Nothing. I’m sorry,” you said, shaking your head. “It’s not your problem, I-”

“Shut up for a second,” he told you, waving a hand to cut you off. “Why don’t you come back to my place? I can make you dinner. I’ve been told I’m a fantastic cook.”

Your breath hitched. “I couldn’t.”

“Afraid of being alone with a man?” Yuri asked knowingly. “Well rest assured, you’re safe with me.” Was that what you were afraid of? Yuri had never been anything but a perfect gentleman to you, deplorable dreams notwithstanding. If anything, he was the victim of your own twisted mind.

Another pathetic sniff. “If it’s alright with you, then… I’d love to.”

“Thank you so much for this,” you said softly, wiping down a hot, clean plate after he handed it to you. The shockingly domestic act of washing dishes together had done a lot to ease your nerves, somehow. It was just so normal, so mundane.

“This was my pleasure,” he said, shooting you a sideways smile. “It’s not often I get to cook for people anymore.”

“No, I mean… Well, thank you for everything,” you told him, your voice relaxed now. You had been so tense when he let you into his apartment, teetering on the edge of tears and covered in coffee and uncomfortable enough to crawl out of your own skin. But wearing a clean pair of clothes—his clothes, which you tried not to think too hard about—and eating a hot meal had eased a lot of that tension. Besides, you were getting tired. The day had been stressful, and the hour was hitting hard. “Is that all?” you asked, gesturing to the dishes.

Yuri shut off the water, taking the dish towel from you to dry his hands. “Yep. Do you want to sit down? I don’t have much in the way of dessert, but I do have some Baileys.”

“I don’t know what that is.”

“This’ll be a fun surprise then,” he said, going to the refrigerator. You stayed put, uncertainly shifting from foot to foot. But, this was what people did, wasn’t it? With friends. Even alarmingly, devastatingly handsome friends. And you didn’t want to be alone.

You went back out into the living area, taking a seat on the couch. The whole place was nice, but sterile. Like a hotel, almost. Unlived in. Yuri followed a moment later, holding two glasses filled with a creamy liquid and a bottle tucked under his arm.

“Here,” he said, handing you one of the glasses.

“Is it alcohol?” you asked hesitantly, looking at it.

“It’s sweet,” he said, sitting across from you. “And it’s barely alcoholic, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

You thought about arguing further, but you trusted Yuri. Besides, if there was ever a time to drink, it was now.

“Thank you,” you said.

To your surprise, it was sweet. There was some burn, but not much.

Yuri smiled, licking the liquor from his lips. “See?”

“Thank you,” you said again, forcing yourself to look back down to keep from staring at his mouth. Even now, you couldn’t force yourself to think normal thoughts.

He poured you more, and this time you drank it without question because you knew what was coming and you wanted a little more of that buzz to face it.

“Now… I hate to pry into your affairs,” Yuri ventured, “but I have to ask-”

“I signed a waver,” you told him, staring at your empty glass. “I can’t tell anyone.”

“So this has to do with the firm.”

You looked up, eyes wide. “No, it-”

“Hey, don’t worry. If anyone’s good at keeping secrets, it’s me. More than that, I’d like to help if I can. Against my better judgment, I like you.” Yuri paused, wearing a look of uncertainty, as if admitting something unpleasant. “Quite a bit, actually. I certainly wouldn’t want any harm to come to you.”

The admission made your heart race in a way that had nothing to do with the alcohol, although you weren’t sure it was a good feeling. As with everything you associated with Yuri, it felt wrong. Deeply, truly unnatural.

“Hey, can I have more?” You held up your empty glass towards him hopefully.

“Sure,” Yuri said, pouring you more with a smooth twist of his wrist. How could somebody make pouring a drink look attractive? It was unfair.

You drank quickly, more intent on the buzz of inebriation than the taste. Then, staring at the last few drops lingering in the glass, you forced the words out before you could consider them too intently. “Mr. Dahlman is… He… He blackmails people,” you said, getting it out all at once. “I found out and confronted him-”

“Why the hell would you do that?” Yuri asked, more incredulous than shocked.

“I thought he was a good man,” you told him, your face falling.

Yuri snorted. “The only virtuous lawyer in town, huh? Well, I can’t blame you for that, he fools a lot of people.”

“So you knew?” you asked.

“More importantly,” Yuri said, “did he threaten you?”

Your breath hiccuped. “Not directly, but…” You shook your head, trying to forget that look in his eye. “Do you think he’d hurt me?” you asked in a small voice.

“No, he won’t,” Yuri said, gently taking your glass and placing his hand on yours. His skin was warm and soft, the gesture heart-achingly innocent.

You wondered if you were actually dreaming. Part of it was the alcohol setting in, the warm little blaze blurring your thoughts. No matter how low the alcohol content, you didn’t drink often enough to have any sort of tolerance. More than that, you were tired. Maybe this was another despicable conjuration of your brain, maybe it was going to take a sharp turn and you’d end up on the counter, or against the wall, or on the couch in the other room, or-

“That’s why he pays men me,” Yuri told you, his expression flattening. Blinking sluggishly, the threatening words struck you discordantly, distantly. You tried to pull your hand away, but Yuri clasped it tightly in his own. “Normally I like to have a bit of fun and then move on, no harm done,” he continued, ignoring your confused attempts to escape him. “But that’s not an option anymore.” He sighed. “It always falls on me to take care of things.”

“Yuri, you’re scaring me.”

“I don’t think its even dawned on you that I’ve been lying the entire time. You’re too trusting.” He paused, smirking ironically. “It’ll get you hurt one of these days.”

“Please let me go,” you asked. Your words were slurring a little, the slowly settling exhaustion and alcohol distancing you from reality.

A dream. You had to be dreaming.

“But I see no reason to keep it up now, it’s not like you’ll remember this,” Yuri said. “It’s true that I offer unique services. Very unique. Aelfric and I have a good thing going. I extract secrets from the pliant subconsciousness of the rich and famous; he uses his connections to properly utilize them. For now, at least. If it makes you feel any better, I intend to put an end to our arrangement as soon as I can. Sooner, with your help.”

“You’re joking, aren’t you?” you asked, although the urgency was ruined by the encroaching wilt of exhaustion. Unlike being drunk, the world becoming vibrant and your skin buzzing, it was as if your body itself was shutting down around you. “This is… is insane, I don’t understand.”

“Think a little, yeah?” Yuri prompted, giving you a familiarly condescending look. “Haven’t you noticed that something’s wrong here? Like having nightly dreams of a strange and sinful nature about a certain someone?” You couldn’t help your shocked intake of breath, the immediate shame that filled you. “Yeah, I know all about those. You might say that I am intimately familiar with them. After all, I am the one who put them there.”

Over and over, you blinked to try and wake yourself up. But the disgust and the fear and the shame weren’t enough to keep you focused, the world was fading and dark on the edges, your chest caving in with heaviness. Breathing alone became a tiresome task, let alone holding yourself up.

“Did you… drug me…?” you asked. It seemed so obvious now that you were becoming consumed with the heaviness. Fighting against the pull of unconsciousness physically hurt.

“Our nighttime escapes aren’t over just yet, I still need you. In more ways than one,” Yuri said, moving even closer to catch you from slumping over when you tried to get up. You grunted, squirming to escape, but it was a pitiful display. He smelled so nice. You didn’t want to fight, not really. “To think, Aelfric thought he could bait me into compliance. But, as always, luck is on my side, and I’ve always got another trick up my sleeve. He should have considered the wisdom of giving me a girl so susceptible to persuasion.”

You grumbled something, your words stifled by the exhaustion and his chest. It probably had been incomprehensible in the first place.

“Let’s get you tucked in,” Yuri said, supporting most of your weight as he helped you up. “Your work isn’t quite finished.” You could barely resist, not that you were trying. He smelled so good, sweet and fresh and intoxicating. You nuzzled your cheek against the front of his shirt, your skin buzzing with it.

And then you fell asleep.

“Rise and shine, sleepyhead,” were not the words you expected to wake up to. You didn’t expect to be woken up by words at all, considering you lived alone. But soon after you recognized that you were being spoken to, you realized that you were not in your own bed. Panic set in then, and your eyes snapped open, getting a blurry view of a purple and white smudge.

“Ngh—ah!” was your eloquent response, and you tried to sit up only for gravity to push you back down. Your vision cleared and you realized that the smudge was a person. A familiar person. “Mr. Leclerc,” you said, meaning it as an exclamation but unable to find the energy.

“Now that you’ve spent the night in my bed, I think you’ve more than earned the right to call me Yuri,” he said, smiling.

“Your bed?” you asked looking around. The room was a tidy sort of mess, filled with books and clothes and other clutter. A fur coat thrown over a chair, a pair of shiny white spiked Chelsea boots. This was Yuri’s room, his real room and not a dreamscape domain of twilight and stars. This was real. “What happened?” you asked, more than a little afraid of the answer. Your head felt heavy, your body filled with lead. You remembered very little. Leaving work crying, quite literally running into Yuri, coming to his apartment.

“You had a bad day at work yesterday, so I invited you over for dinner and drinks,” Yuri told you sympathetically, sitting on the by your knees and handing over a bottle of water. You didn’t feel thirsty, and your head didn’t really ache. More than anything, you just felt heavy. Sluggish. But you drank anyway, hoping it would chase away the sour taste on your tongue. “You’re a real lightweight, you know that?” he continued. “I had no idea how drunk you were until you were already passed out.”

“Did we…” you couldn’t so much as finish the question.

“If something happened between us, you would remember it,” Yuri told you bluntly. “Trust me.”

That made you flush. It was fairly obvious. You were still wearing the clothes he’d given you last night, and the other side of the bed looked like it hadn’t been slept in. If there was ever any memory you would retain, you felt certain it would be having sex with Yuri Leclerc outside of your twisted subconcious. More than that, you’d have to assume in that case that he would ever want you in real life, and that was ridiculous.

“I am so sorry,” you said, embarrassment clouding your discomfort. Yuri patted your head, smoothing out your hair. You didn’t need a mirror to know that you looked, felt, and likely smelled like someone who had been crying and gotten wasted the night before, and he had the gall to look as handsome as ever.

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” Yuri told you. “You told me what Aelfric’s been doing, and I promised to help you. Do you remember that much at least?”

Yes. Mr. Dahlman had been committing malpractice, scamming people out of their land for cheap development. Something like that. Your stomach sank sickeningly. There was something more, wasn’t there? “Yeah. But I—I feel like I’m forgetting something,” you said slowly, frowning in confusion at the blankets to avoid his eyes.

“That’s my fault. I should have known you weren’t used to drinking,” he said regretfully.

“No,” you told him quickly, looking up with a lurch of guilt. “It’s not your fault, I should have…” You couldn’t remember last night, but when you met his eyes, you remembered every other night your brain had manufactured with him in the starring role. Every fantasy, every sin. “I should go.”

“Oh no you don’t,” Yuri told you. You breathed in sharply, the harshness of his words making you tense up. But when you looked at him, Yuri just smiled. “Stay a while, yeah? I’ll make it more than worth your while.”

#yuri leclerc #yuri leclerc x reader #fe yuri #fe yuri x reader #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem three hopes #not sfw #my writing #tw.dubcon

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Black Eagles and Blue Lions guys as yanderes ?

Fire Emblem: Yandere Houses

(Male characters from the Blue Lions and Black Eagles x Gender neutral reader)

CW: physical abuse, obsessive behaviour, stalking

Black Eagles

Hubert:

Hubert would start off apprehensive and distant from you, and you don’t realise he cares until you notice him everywhere. You’re sat in the library and he’s sat a desk away, his eyes fixating on you as you try and do your research.

The next thing you notice is how differently people respond to you, the baker who normally chats to you with a cheery smile simply hands you your bread without a word. He won’t even look you in the eye, and you notice there’s fresh bruising on his cheekbone.

When you finally confront Hubert, you find your words failing in your throat. He stands a little too close to you, and the way he towers over you and his gloved hands stroke your hair as you speak make your feel like a small little pet. As if you exist for his amusement and there’s no one else in the entire world.

Ferdinand:

As with most things with Ferdinand, he falls for you hard and fast. From the first date he announces you as his betrothed, and he’s such an excited puppy about the affair you don’t have the heart to tell him he’s coming on far too strong. He doesn’t let go of you for the entire meal, he pulls you as close as he can and he’s enraptured, hanging on your every word.

When Ferdinand catches you speaking with someone else he becomes quite and despondent. He remains by your side, you’re both still joined at the hip to a smothering extent but he won’t say a word. He just scowls grips onto your arm a little too hard. He pulls you away from anyone who tries to speak to you, in the dining hall he insists you sit by yourselves and he cuts up your food for you.

Ferdinand didn’t ask if you wished to sleep in his quarters at Garreg Mach, you simply discovered your key to your room no longer worked and Ferdinand informed you he had your belongings moved. He picked which clothes were worth keeping and which ones needed throwing away, the room is still predominantly his. It doesn’t feel like yours, nothing feels like yours anymore. You’re becoming his.

Linhardt:

At first Linhardt seems perfectly normal, he sits with you in the library and in the dining hall. Sure, he rolls his eyes if anyone else speaks to you, and his questions are a little intrusive… but nothing that suggests anything other than a slight socially awkward nature.

It starts small, you notice you begin to get anxious when you go a few hours without seeing Linhardt. You almost can feel if he is approaching, the further away he is the more terrified you become and a sharp pain begins in your temple. When you speak to other people it feels wrong, as if you’ve told a lie or stolen someone’s possessions. The only time you feel comfortable is when you’re with Linhardt, then your body is drained of anxiety and filled with joy. It’s like you’re addicted.

Linhardt takes a long time to admit what he’s done, he watches you spiral and get more and more anxious about your bizarre symptoms. It’s only when you slam him against the wall and desperately shake him asking what he did to you does he admit the experiments. He tells you how he developed a magical device which he injected into your shoulder, one that manipulates your brainwaves to result in your body being addicted and dependent on him.

Caspar:

Caspar hasn’t even had a first date with you when it starts. It begins with the subtlety of a war axe to the face, a handsome young man approached you at the market and before he’s finished his question Caspar appears beside you. You didn’t even notice he was at the market with you, you wonder if he was following you but dismiss that thought. Caspar demands to speak to the man in your behalf, standing in front of you and shoving the stranger to force him to keep his distance. When you confront him afterwards, Caspar insists he simply noticed he shared the same description as a con artist who’d been hanging around the market place. You want to believe him.

As Caspar gets closer to you, his behaviour gets more erratic. He not only seems to always appear when a stranger wishes to speak to you to defend you from them, it starts to happen with everyone. The shopkeepers you speak too regularly, your classmates, and the servants of church, they are all extremely wary of you. They all become wary of you, sometimes you witness Caspar threatening and attacking them, he does it before your eyes. It’s as if it isn’t just about the others any more, it’s a threat to you and what will happen if you leave him.

The collar is an addition that shocked you, but perhaps given Caspar’s behaviour it shouldn’t have been a surprise. When you awoke and you began getting dressed he stood by you as always, and instead of asking for your permission as you buttoned up your shirt he slips a thick leather collar around your neck and fastens the buckle. Before you can object there is a click, something small, cold, and metal lands against your neck. A padlock. You pull at it, you try to create a little bit of room for your throat but the collar has no give. You scream at him to take it off, he refuses. He simply grabs your hair and tells you you’re his.

Blue Lions

Dimitri:

Dimitri worries about you, constantly. You notice that the Professor isn’t taking you on missions anymore, there’s no more fighting bandits and monsters, simply staying in the monastery all day frustrated and bored. When you complain about it to Dimitri one day he goes quiet, he acts as if he barely heard you and avoids your gaze. When you push him all he says is “at least you’re safe this way.” You try to argue saying you can protect yourself, but when Dimitri replies with a simple “so could my father.” And you don’t know how you can possibly respond to that.

You try to go to the Professor to explain how much you want to be taken on missions, how your restless and bored. Especially since the guards of Garreg Mach seemed to get stricter about what times you can leave the monastery and what times you have to be back by. The Professor doesn’t give you a straight answer, he says it’s nothing personal and that he will take a look at the roster to ensure you’re included soon. Soon never comes.

One day, when you’re trying to enter the training grounds to spar everyone avoids your gaze. The training master tells you that they aren’t offering training to you anymore. That is the final straw, you confront Dimitri directly. You’re prepared for him to bring up his dead father as an excuse as you look him directly into his sapphire eyes. You say he needs to loosen his grip on you, that you need to be able to leave the monastery and train. Dimitri argues a recruit broke his collarbone training and he couldn’t live with himself if the same happened to you. When you argue, when you threaten to leave him something evil appears in his eyes. He grips your hand too tightly and pulls you impossibly close. You know in that moment you’ll never leave.

Dedue:

Dedue is more affectionate a partner than you expected. He shoves his love through acts of service, when you wake up you’re greeted with a beautifully made breakfast brought to your bedroom. Occasionally with a plant or flower from the greenhouse. There’s nothing wrong with that exactly, you can’t explain it. They are lovely gestures, you feel adored. But it’s so much. You can’t wake up without Dedue being there, he is constantly at your side and desperate for your attention.

Soon, Dedue is making all of your meals. His cooking is delicious, that’s not the issue. The issue is he treats food made by anyone else as if it’s poisoned. One day when you went to the bakery he was horrifically insulted that you would buy food instead of asking him to make you some. To everyone else he just seems caring and sweet, all you can do is stay whilst you feel Dedue’s breath down your neck.

One day, you wake up and the door to your quarters is locked. You also notice that Dedue seemed to have moved his things in in the night. Dedue appears with your breakfast and the key is hanging around his neck. You fold your arms and refuse to eat, scowling as your eyes fixated on the golden key on a silver chain. Dedue strokes your hair, telling you to eat with a tone one would usually reserve for an animal. It was a mistake to throw the plate of food against the wall, it was immature and the actions of a petulant child. It felt good, but when you turn to Dedue a dark anger has filled his face. He grabs your throat and hair, he tells you how all he wants to do is take care of you as his rage grows.

Felix:

It starts off small, when you are with your friends you can see Felix pouting and turning away with folded arms. Occasionally he stays with you whilst you speak to those you’re with, usually he sits a table or so away, and throws looks at you. You try to ignore him, knowing he has no say in who you associate with. There is however a twist of guilt in your chest, when you try to confront him he refuses to discuss it. He makes a sarcastic, irritated comment in response, as if he’s punishing you. You try asking Dimitri or Sylvain for help, all they do is shrug and say Felix must really like you. You don’t have a choice but to simply deal with it.

It would be easier to deal with it Felix actually seemed to enjoy having you around. He makes scathing, awful comments to your friends making them not want to come near you anymore if he’s present. And these days he’s always present. However, when you try to bond with him he scowled and speaks in a tone laden with sarcasm. It’s almost impossible to tell if he likes you or if he’s punishing you. Every now and then he reaches for your hand, his fingers are thin and cold around yours, and he kissed you on the forehead. The slight glimpse of affection almost makes it all worth it.

Felix is quite blunt when he tells you, he begins simply saying why you can and can’t associate with. The baker, the shopkeepers, the grocer, most of the students at Garreg Mach, and far more are all on this list. When it comes to who you can associate with, you can only speak to them with Felix present. He grabs ahold of your wrist tightly until bruising appears under his thin hand and on your arm. It doesn’t push him to let go, he simply pulls you around after him like a ragdoll.

Sylvain:

At first you assume your little tryst with Sylvain is a one time thing like with all of his other conquests. However, it soon becomes clear that Sylvain wishes for more. He appears in your bed first thing in the morning, whether you remember him getting there or not. He is always asleep or watching you, and given how aloof he is in every other circumstance you try not to give it too much thought. He does keep sitting far too close to you in classes though. However, his false cheerful demeanour wavers whenever you try to pull away from him, a scowl grows and his tone darkens. It’s terrifying, and all you can tell yourself is that at least it’s only happening once or twice. It’s not a problem, right?

It becomes clear that Sylvain’s rules don’t apply to him. If you so much as look at someone else, Sylvain is furious - but he is still hooking up with a new woman every night. It angers you, Sylvain does nothing but grip you too tightly and insult you if you look at someone else for too long. When you try to explain how you feel, Sylvain dismisses you and tells you you’re being bitter and twisted. He says that you’re holding too tight a grip on him, and that you need to give him space. You give a humourless laugh and mention that you might spend some time with Dimitri tonight. You don’t make that mistake again; the bruises on your neck take weeks to heal.

When Sylvain is the one who gives his brother the killing blow be becomes far more clingy, and at first it’s fine. It’s better than before when he was dating women right in front of your eyes. At least now when he’s being overbearing you know you’re the only one in his mind. He speaks about what his brother did to him in brutal detail, it’s overwhelming and you want him to stop. But if his attention is purely on you, maybe it’s okay. Maybe you can save him.

Ashe:

Ashe doesn’t have much experience with relationships, his perception is what he’d read in books and that’s precisely what he wants. He wishes for a fairytale where he saves you, he wants you to be completely his with your focus on no one else, and he’s determined to make his dream come true. When he first lays eyes on you, he knows you’re the one who he must bow to. He wishes to be your knight, and that’s how he approaches you. It’s sweet, really. His green eyes are so wide and excited, and you do enjoy his company.

It begins to get strange when you’ve been with Ashe a few weeks, he starts to take on your responsibilities at the monastery, your turn on cooking duty, your turn for the greenhouse, and more. It’s … fine, you suppose. It’s a little condescending but you know Ashe means well. However, when he insists you can’t possibly handle the task when the Professor asks for help moving some heavy boxes, that’s when it goes too far. You tell Ashe as much but he looks at you with wide green eyes and says he just wants to help, you relent, and he looks like an excited puppy. You tell yourself it’s cute, and you try to believe it.

It gets worse day by day, until the tasks Ashe doesn’t think you can do become things like dressing yourself, cutting up your own food, and showering. You try to argue, but it’s been so long you start to almost forget small things. You want to cook, but when Ashe asks you how long something needs to boil you don’t remember. He looks at you smugly as if this proves his point, and when he tries to show you can’t carry heavy boxes you realise your muscles are tense and weak from months of not moving. He’s broken you.

#fe3h #hubert von vestra #ferdinand von aegir #linhardt von hevring #caspar von bergliez #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #dedue molinaro #felix hugo fraldarius #sylvain gautier #ashe fire emblem #envi writes #ninetimesthepain #yandere #fanfic #abuse #obsessive #stalking

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