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Title: Floral Engagement

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Fandom: Fire Emblem Three Houses

Characters: Sylvain, Byleth, Dimitri, Felix, Ingrid, Annette, Dedue, Ashe, Mercedes

Ships: Sylvain/Byleth

Additional Tags: Post-Canon

Word Count: 2,342

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When Sylvain woke up, he woke up to Byleth sleeping next to him. He let out a sigh before smiling and giving them a little kiss on their cheek. Usually they were the one to wake up first and they were usually gone before he even woke up. If anyone found out that the Archbishop was sleeping in, it wasn’t going to look good for them. Sylvain laughed to himself, this was going to be his little secret. He couldn’t tell anyone, let alone Seteth, how peaceful Byleth looked while sleeping. It would be cruel. He moved their hair out of their face, giving them one last kiss before he left their room.

He walked through the castle halls, making his way to one of the kitchens. He searched around for a picnic basket, filling it with food that was prepared the night before, once he found it. A smile appeared across Sylvain’s face when his beloved Byleth walked into the kitchen. They reached out their hand and he took a hold of it, feeling their callouses against his own. With his other hand, he traced theirs, remembering all the battles they have fought, gripping their weapon and clinging for their life. Now, they were lucky enough they didn’t have to spend sleepless nights treading barren lands to see an orange flow of an axe that seeps crimson red.

Sylvain felt Byleth’s hand trail up to his chest and felt their lips pressed against his. After giving him a sweet smile, they gave him a peck on his cheek before wrapping their arms together. With his free hand, he shoved a small box into his pocket before grabbing the picnic basket. The two walked through the castle, making their way to the stables. Sylvain secured the basket onto his horse before he got on. He laughed as he watched Byleth trying, and failing, to get on their horse. He got off his to help them get on their own horse.

They rode to a far away land that was untouched by war. The grass was vibrant green and the flowers were colors of red, blue, yellow, and purple that stretched the large open field. The sun shined brightly as he watched Byleth fall off their horse. He got off his and rushed to help them up. They wiped the dirt off of their body and twirled around. They smiled at him, rushing off further into the field. Sylvained sighed as another smile appeared on his face. It grew bigger as he watched Byleth twirl around.

“Ah, this is the perfect place,” he said aloud.

They turned around, puzzled. “What?”

“Heheh,” he chuckled, “nothing.”

Byleth inhaled, trying to suppress a groan. They turned back around and continued to walk into the field.

“Ah, that was close,” he sweated as he thought to himself.

Sylvain grabbed his and Byleth’s horse’s reins, following them into the middle of the field. He took the picnic basket off his horse, placing the blanket on the ground, and setting the basket on top of it. Sylvain took out his handkerchief, placing it on Byleth’s face and wiping the drool as they unpacked the basket.

“Heh, you’re really hungry, aren’t you,” he said, placing the silk cloth next to him.

“I didn’t eat this morning and it took a bit of time to get here, so you tell me,” they huffed.

Sylvain chuckled. “It’s a good thing I packed lots of food then.”

“All my favorites too!”

Sylvain smiled as they ate their food in silence. He felt Byleth place their head on his shoulder and hold tightly onto his arms. As he hummed a song, he could hear them sing along. Byleth’s tune slowly faded into a light snore. He moved their head to his lap. As they slept, Sylvain watched as the grass and flowers swayed back and forth into the breeze.

He slowly, and trying not to wake up Byleth, reached into his pocket to reach for the box. He stared at the emerald stone and the silver band. He let out a loud sigh as Byleth yawned, waking up. Sylvain fumbled the box around as they stood up and stretched.

“What do you have there,” Byleth asked, tilting their head.

“Uuhh,” he let out, “nothing!” He fumbled the box back into his pocket and stood up. He reached out his hand for theirs.

Byleth placed their hands in his and smiled. “Oh really? It’s never nothing with you,” they teased.

“Ehehe,” he chuckled, stretching his cheek with his free hand. “Let’s not worry about it right now.”

They glared at Sylvain.

Distracting Byleth, he led them into the open field, and Byleth felt the tops of the flowers with the tips of their fingers. When they stopped, Sylvain placed his hand on their hips, swaying their bodies along with the grass and flowers.

“My beloved love,” Sylvain sang in a low, gruff voice. “I will love you forever!~”

As he sang, Byleth began to giggle. “You’ve been taking lessons from Annette haven’t you?”

His smile became softer as he heard them hum along to his tune. Sylvain paused his song, twirling Byleth out of his arms and watched them dance further and further into the field. He was so happy that they were unaware. Sylvain took out the little box out of his pocket, slowly getting down on one knee. He felt his heart beating out of his chest as he waited for them to turn around.

His eyes grew big as he saw them place their hands on their face and heard their soft gasp. “Byleth Eisner, will you marry me,” words spilling out of his mouth as his breath shortened.

Byleth took a breath before reaching their hand out. “Yes,” they said as another breath left their lips.

Sylvain’s smile grew big as he put the ring on their finger before he picked them up and twirled them around and gave them a big kiss. “I love you so much!”

“I love you too!” Byleth shimmed down his body, feeling the ground beneath them. “I love you,” they repeated, pressing their lips against his.

While they laughed, he clutched onto their hand and began to dance with them again. He felt their hands hold the back of his shoulders tightly, hearing their groans.

“What’s wrong,” Sylvain laughed.

“I just remember, we are going to tell our friends of our engagement,” Byleth groaned.

Following suit, he did the same. “How are we going to tell them?”

They repeatedly bonked their head on his chest, unable to come up with a way to tell their friends. “I have nothing.”

He held them tightly in his arms, his laugh singing into their ears. “The leader of the Blue Lions House, the leader of an entire army that led to the downfall of the empire, the Archbishop of the Church of Seiros can’t think of a good plan to tell our friends that we got engaged.” He let them go, to see their eyes before giving them a kiss on their forehead.

“Oh, like you have anything,” they snarked, moving out of his arms.

Sylvain opened his mouth, then closed it. When he thought of an idea, he instantly lost it.

“Now who was speechless,” Byleth began to laugh. Only a couple of seconds later, they snapped their fingers. “I have an idea.”

“What would that be,” he sighed.

“We get everyone together and come out with it,” Byleth smiled.

Sylvain groaned, placing his hand on his face, running it downwards. “This is what I was afraid of. Where is the pazaz, the drama, the flare.”

“I didn’t think you were one for that.”

“I just want it to be more special than putting it bluntly.”

“Uh, maybe we can celebrate with ourselves first and figure something out along the way?”

Sylvain shook his head, unable to think of a better plan. The two cleaned up their stuff, Sylvain helping Byleth up onto their horse before getting on his. After they rode back home, they headed into a little town in the west part of Gautier territory. As the two walked around, the people were dancing, training, painting, shopping. They continued to walk around, stopping at some food stands filled with fruit, fish, a few spices, and a few other things.

“Sylvain,” Byleth said, tugging on his coat.

“What, my love,” Sylvain asked, stopping in his tracks and turning to look at them. “What is it?”

“What if we send notes for everyone to come to Gautier territory for dinner and we can make the announcement,” they suggested, giving him a smile.

“That’s getting somewhere,” he sighed. But seeing the smile on their face, he went with the idea. “Okay, if that’s what you want, then we will do it.”

The smile on their face grew bigger. “We will have to pick a meal that everyone likes.”

“Yeah,” Sylvain agreed, rubbing his neck. “Mercedes and Annette love anything sweet, but Felix doesn’t. Dedue, Ashe, and Felix love spicy food, but the other two don’t,” he paused, letting out a sigh, “and His Majesty will about anything.”

Byleth placed their index finger on their chin, tapping it. “Fish.”

“Fish,” his eyebrows furrowed. “We aren’t doing fish because-”

“We can have Two-Fish Saute. Most of our closest friends like this dish and the ones who just tag along can just deal with it. We only want a few people to know right now,” they reassured him.

“True, true,” he paused. He let the silence settle in for a few seconds to think. “Fine, you win. But we should get stuff for dessert too.”

Byleth smiled as they tugged on his arm, dragging him to some of the vendors grabbing a few pounds of Caledonian Gar and Albinean Herring, some different types of fruit, and a few other ingredients. After they got all the food, they walked around the town, making their way back to the castle. Sylvain kissed Byleth before he watched them walk towards their room before heading off to the kitchen. He made sure to put the food in a particular place and told the chefs not to mess with them just yet.

Instead of going to bed like his beloved, he went to his studies, lighting up a couple of lanterns before sitting down at his desk. After he wrote his letters, he watched the ink dry before rolling them up, tying them up, and leaving a seal. Before he went to sleep, he found a messenger and sent the letters off.

The next night, Byleth and Sylvain were preparing the food, and their friends gathered into the dinning room that was connected to the kitchen. They smiled as their friends talked and talked, wondering why they were here.

“We are here,” Felix groaned, sitting next to Annette. “There better be something actually important than this dinner.”

“Sharp tongued as ever, buddy,” Sylvain sighed, placing a plate in front of him.

“It better be, this fish doesn’t cover it,” his gaze became sharper than his tongue.

“Easy now,” Annette diffused. “It’s nice to be able to be with your friends. Plus, you need this. You’ve been overworking yourself with the restoration of our territory.”

“It’s nice being able to see you when we aren’t working, Felix,” Dimitri agreed. “It’s like old times, just being able to in the presence of close friends and relaxing.”

“‘Old times’ my ass,” Felix mocked.

“Felix please,” Annette intervened. “You were the one who was really happy to see Dimitri the most when we received the letter.”

“You weren’t excited to see me,” Sylvain pity cried.

“Hmph,” Felix grumbled, shoving some food into his mouth.

“Hehehe,” Byleth chimed in with a laugh.

“He’s always been like this, babe,” Sylvain teased. “Whenever he wasn’t right about something, he would shove food in his mouth.”

“I thought Ingrid would do that,” they smiled, placing a plate in front of her.

“Where do you think he got it from,” Ingrid said, shoveling the fish into her mouth.

Sylvain and Byleth sat down next to each other, eating and talking with their friends. They smiled as Ashe and Dedue talked about their marriage, smiled when Mercedes reassured Dimitri for bumbling over his words trying to be romantic, laughed when Annette constantly teased Felix, and laughed when Ingrid stuffed her face with dessert that Mercedes made.

“Why did you ask us here, Sylvain,” Dimitri asked, putting his plate into the sink.

“Oh, I almost forgot about that,” Sylvain laughed that faded into a sigh.

Byleth frowned, glaring at him.

“I’m sorry!” He took one deep breath in and let it out. He felt his heart beating fast, words weren’t coming out of his mouth. “By-By...We are...By...Marr…” He sighed when he got everyone's confused look. He shook his head and pointed in Byleth’s direction.

They held up their hands, as well as Sylvain’s, showing off their rings. “We are getting married!”

Their friends screeched and wailed, congratulating them on the next step of their lives. While getting multiple hugs, Sylvain realized two of their friends were missing, Dimitri and Felix. He grew increasingly alarmed when they heard bangs coming from outside. He, along with everyone else, went to go see what was happening, a giant fire. They rushed over to it, seeing that Dimitri and Felix were frantically trying to put it out.

“What are you guys doing,” Byleth asked, putting out the last of the fire.

“We wanted to set off fireworks to celebrate,” Dimitri said, apologetically.

“By setting an old war camp on fire,” they said, mockingly and irritatedly. “And what were you doing, Felix?”

His eyebrow twitched as he sighed. “Helping.”

“Not very well,” they sighed.

“Now, now,” Sylvain chimed in. “Why didn’t you bring me along!”

“This was for you, fool,” Felix said, salvaging the last of the fireworks.

“Hehehe,” he laughed.

With what they had left, everyone set off the fireworks and watched them explode. Byleth gave Sylvain a kiss on his lips as they watched the multicolored sky.

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Huzzah! I finally get to post my piece that I wrote for @sylvethzine I am hosting! I wrote a post canon fic of NB!Sylveth of Sylvain proposes to Byleth! sfakl;jdlakfjdskfasdf I love it when a character tries to make plans and plans it well and then it all becomes chaos.

Leftovers are currently open!

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