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Title: The Songbird and The Crow

Chapter One: Letters to The Songbird

Ratings: Gen

Warnings: None

Fandom: Fire Emblem Three Houses, Fire Emblem Three Hopes

Relationships: Annette Fantine Dominic/Felix Hugo Fraldarius, Felix Hugo Fraldarius & Rodrigue Achille Fraldarius

Characters: Annette Fantine Dominic, Felix Hugo Fraldarius, Rodrigue Achille Fraldarius

Additional Tags: During Canon, During War, Angst, Arranged Marriage, This Fic Is Not Historically Accurate

Word Count: 2,164

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Felix couldn't remember the last time he physically saw Annette. The last memory he had of her was when they were still int the academy fending off Edelgard and her army, losing their professor in the process. For about six months, he was able to keep in touch with her by writing her letters. He didn't write much, just sending a scrap of paper wondering if she was doing alright. Then it soon faded when he couldn't think of other things to say, or when some of the Faerghun lords bugged him, Sylvain, and Ingrid where the prince Dimitri was, or when the waging war took up much of his time. If he had it his way, he would physically go to Dominic territory and see her again. Felix would take a hold of her hand as she sang song of her, dancing with her in one of her family's gardens full of blue poppy flowers, purple iris', black tulips, thistles, stock, and white and yellow spider lily's. All he truly wanted was to see her again.

He felt his shoulders ease up a bit when he received a scrap of paper from Annette, even if there was little writing on it. It reassured him that she was still alive and well during times like these. He wasn't one to admit his feelings, but he was glad that he was very happy that he care about her. He sighed, slumping back into his chair; he could only wish she knew that. Hopefully he could see her again to tell her how much she meant to him. He let out another sigh before picking up his quill and hovering it of a blank piece of paper. He confess his feeling right then and there, but he knew that was a bad idea. Instead, he just gave her a little bit of an update about his life and how things were in going in Northern Faerghus before sending it off to her.

He paced back and forth in his room after sending his note to her. How was she going to take it? Would she be happy? Would she hate him? Would she feel solace in receiving his meager letter? The many thoughts that swirled in his head began to give him a headache. Felix could only hope that he was not another villain in her song, he was hoping to be a hero or and companion in her song. He wanted to be something sweet in the things that she sang. Within the next few days, waiting for her to send him another letter, he still thought about the music she sang. It was constant in his mind, and for some reason it was the only keeping him sane as waited.

Felix shuffled through his papers, still a little dejected that he still hadn’t received a letter from her. It was just normal official noble mail and all the lords wanting to know if Dimitri is dead. He pushed them side, leaving the more his father, he wasn't Duke Fraldarius after all. He slumped his chair, having it sit against the windowsill as he looked up at the ceiling. His thoughts were still on Annette, hoping that she would be okay. He felt the chilling breeze flowing through the window, he could only hope that she was under multiple blankets to stay warm.

It brought a smile to his face and warmth to his heart imagining Annette scrunching her nose as she was trying to suppress a sniffle. Felix sighed, she was so cute and thinking about her made him wallow in pain that he hasn’t felt in years. He never realized that he would miss her bubbly and bright personality. She gave him so many good memories and some of the best feelings he felt since the death of his brother. He just wished he knew it sooner. Maybe he would have been able to convince her to come to Fraldarius. Though, he would have to keep her away from Gilbert. Annette hasn’t had the best relationship with him since he abandoned her and her mother.

He couldn't imagine how she felt after he decided up and leave her and her mother. Rodrigue was many things, but Felix knew that his father would never abandon him and his mother. He would never admit, especially to his father, but he knew Rodrigue had too big of a heart and loved him and his mother very much. As much as hated to admit it, Felix knew the death of Glenn took it's own toll on him, but it was hard for him to get back into his old habits, not that he wanted to. All Felix wanted was to be in Rodrigue's arms again and hear him say that he was proud of him and that he loved him. The worst thing about it, Felix knew Rodrigue would absolutely do if he asked and that Felix didn't know how to ask without feeling some strangeness and weirdness about it.

Felix let out a sigh, hoping it would help him get rid of his thoughts.

“Is everything alright?” A low, deep voice asked as he opened the door. “It’s not like you to cry, little one.”

“Shut it old man,” Felix growled.

"Ah, there is my grumpy little punk of a son,” Rodrigue chuckled, walking towards Felix.

“What do you want?” Felix asked, sitting up right.

“I was just checking up on you,” Rodrigue faintly smiled, standing right next to him. “No one has seen you all day and I got worried.”

“That’s new,” Felix said, suppressing a sniffle.

"Felix," Rodrigue sighed. "I always worry about you. A father always worries about his child."

"Not always," Felix softly said, peering over to his father with Annette's and Gilbert's relationship running through his mind. He huffed, peering down at the empty page that's on his desk.

“You’re still thinking about Annette aren’t you,” Rodrigue cooed, pulling Felix in close to him. “It’ll be alright, I’m sure she’s fine.”

“What if she isn’t?” Felix asked, placing his head on Rodrigue's chest.

"She's a strong woman," Rodrigue faintly smile, running his fingers through his son's hair. "She's resourceful, she can always find away out."

Felix breathed out, nuzzling his head against his father. He only hoped he was right.

Felix bursted up in the morning, shuffling his blankets around his bed. He looked around, not noticing that he was was moved from his office to his room. He barely remembered what had happened after his father came to check up on him. He shook his head, wiping the gross buildup in his face before getting ready. Throughout the day, everything seemed off and not normal. Everyone was more irritating than usual, his form was off during training, he had zero energy for his paperwork, and everything tried to catch during hunting wasn't working. He could feel his shoulders tense up again. The only time he was feeling any better was when he was in his room, staring at a blank piece of paper. Maybe, just maybe, if he put something on it, he would feel better.

He grabbed his quill, dipping it in the ink, and kept his hand hovered over the paper. He had nothing in his mind to say anything. A few minutes passed and he put down his quill, maybe it was just better to wait until she responded to his last letter. He wasn't a patient man, but for her, he would be. Felix rolled his eyes as he walked over to his window, looking into the midnight sky; there were many stars and birds. Looking at the stars, they shined much like Annette’s smile and personality. The birds only reminded him of her singing, so lovely and so calming. They entrapped his mind and his soul. Listening to the birds, it finally came to him. He only wondered what Annette was thinking, wondering what she was doing.

Felix grabbed out a notebook before sitting down at his disk, dipping his quill into the ink, and began writing into the late hours. He couldn’t believe that he was able to put so many thoughts in his notebook. In the morning, he looked over what he wrote before putting it in a drawer before getting back to his usual schedule. He trained, and trained, and trained, keeping his mind off of her. His mind started lose his thoughts of her, finally able to breath and finally able to focus.

Something in the back of his mind began itching at him. It had been weeks since Annette replied to the letter that Felix had sent out, and it was started to worry him. It didn't used to take so long to get a letter from her, but now it seems like it's nonexistent. He didn't want to admit, but he felt a pit in his stomach when it wasn't returned. He didn't want to give up on her, to lose her, but he knew there was a point in time the he had to move on, even when he didn't want to.

"Felix,” Rodrigue called out.

“Yes, old man? What do you need?” Felix sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I hope this isn’t about my latest training session.”

"Oh no,” Rodrigue assured him, walking closer to his son. “I can tell that you’ve been distracted these last few weeks, maybe this letter will be of help.”

“A letter?” Felix asked, quickly grabbing the paper out of his father’s hands. He opened up and a smile crept across his face. He felt a great sense of relief when it was Annette had finally written him back. “Oh thank the Goddess she is alright!”

"Annette?” Rodrigue chuckled as he felt Felix’s hand squeeze his arm.

“Yes,” Felix said, letting go of his father to hold the letter close to his heart.

“How is she doing?” Rodrigue asked, giving his son a smirk.

“She says she is doing well for the most part,” Felix replied, reading over the letter carefully. He squinted at the letter, holding it up closer to his face. “She says she misses everyone and that she was not in Dominic Territory.”

“Why’s that?” Rodrigue asked, leaning over Felix to read the letter with him.

“It’s because her uncle is thinking about betrothing her to someone!” Felix growled. He didn’t know whether to rip up the letter or destroy the things around him. “When did this happen?”

“I have no idea,” Rodrigue sighed, holding his son tightly.

“Does Gilbert know about this?” Felix said, pushing his father away.

“I don’t think he does,” Rodrigue said. “He hasn’t been in touch with his family since the war started.”

Felix let out a growl. There were many things that Felix could say about Rodrigue, but at least his own father was trying, Gilbert on the other hand, was not.

“I know that look, Felix. What are you planning? I hope it’s nothing stupid,” Rodrigue said, holding onto Felix’s arm.

“I’m not going to do anything stupid,” Felix reminded his father. “I’m just going to write to Annette.”

Rodrigue nodded, kissing his temple before letting him go, trusting Felix in his words.

Felix paced back and forth in his room, trying to process through his emotions. He felt anger and frustration that she was going to be with someone else, angry and frustrated that it took her this long to say something to him. Then began to feel something in his heart that he felt in years, he felt something swelling inside of his heart. A twinge of pain clutching in his heart that didn't feel good. He felt tears welling in his eyes as he sat down at his desk. He didn't like these feelings, he always swore to himself that he would never be like this again. Yet here was trying to control his breathing so he didn't feel like that helpless little child when he couldn't control his life when something went wrong. He just wanted these feelings to be gone, and he hated that writing them down would help it.

He grabbed his notebook, flipping the pages until he got to an empty one and began writing. All of what he wanted to say, he wrote down, and it's all so messy. Putting down his quill, he looked over out the window, looking at the setting sun. His mind was finally clear, he could finally write how he really wanted to say to her. Felix took one deep breath and exhaled before taking a piece of paper to write down all his thoughts. He laid on his bed, feeling a little bit better for only a few seconds. His mind began to spiral again, thinking of the many ways he was losing Annette again. In his thoughts, he thought of a million plans for his future and what lies ahead. His mind was so stuck on them that he didn't realize that he fell asleep.

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Not me over here not posting this fic to Tumblr even though it's been well over a month since I posted this on Ao3 lmao.

This fic was originally going to be a gift to the person I got paired for the NetteFlix winter exchange. I got like a good 10k done of this fic before I changed it to something else because this felt more self-indulgent to me than them. I'm going try to go through what I have and spruce it up and hopefully complete a multi-chapter fic for once in my life. That's if work, projects, and playing a video game of mine doesn't consume me first.

#my writing #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem three hopes #netteflix #feliannie #felix hugo fraldarius #annette fantine dominic #rodrigue achille fraldarius #felix hugo fraldarius/annette fantine dominic #annette fantine dominic/felix hugo fraldarius #felix hugo fraldarius x annette fantine dominic #annette fantine dominic x felix hugo fraldarius #felix/annette #annette/felix #annette x felix #felix x annette

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lapinbunwrites · 1 month

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Waaahhh!! I comm @kwoojii for Lambert and my oc of his first wife, Aisla Lucia Blaiddyd/Aisla Lucia Cuínn and just a little character pose of her as well! They are so beautiful! My fave is how Lambert looks at Aisla so tenderly and she looks at him so bubbly and cheerfully T-T

Thank you so much kwoojii T-T

Also, please do not repost/edit/reproduce/use for AI or NFTs!

#fire emblem #aislabert

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lapinbunwrites · 2 months

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Title: A Sleepy Proposal

Rating: Gen

Warnings: None

Fandom: Fire Emblem Three Houses

Relationship: Byleth Eisner/Claude von Riegan

Characters: Byleth Eisner, Claude von Riegan

Additional Tags: Post Verdant Wind Route, Fluff

Word Count: 495

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Byleth couldn’t remember the last time she had seen Claude. The last she saw of him was in the Goddess Tower when the war shortly ended, he was gone in the wind. With the little amount of time they had spent together, he left a lasting impression on her, but she knew that she left an even bigger impression on him.

It was hard for her not to think of him right now, with the amount of work that she had to do. She was overloaded with problems to fix, from reforming the church, handling the lords both in the old Empire and the old Kingdom, dealing with the last reminits of the TWISTED, and dealing with uprisings for the late Emperor. It was a lot to deal with. She missed the days sitting down by a campfire with her old mercenary group, listening to old tales from her father. Now, she was ruling a new kingdom by herself.

Byleth placed her quill down, looking out the window to see the plushy grass swaying in the wind under the bright blue sky. The wind shortly picked up, flowing into the room she was sitting in, tussling her hair. It was truly hard not to see Claude in everything, it put a twinge of pain in her heart knowing that he was gone.

She couldn’t take this much longer, so she left her room to get a breath of fresh air. It felt nice being able to stretch her arms out in the open field. Byleth let out a little yawn as she laid down on the grass, feeling the warm sun on her face.

“Claude,” Byleth groggily said, shifting around, not realizing he shifted her head onto his lap.

“Good evening, Byleth,” Claude smiled, helping her sit up as he rested his back against his wyvern.

“When did you get back to Fódlan?” She yawned as she made herself comfortable by sitting in between his legs.

“A little while ago,” he said, yawning as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Someone’s a little tired,” she chuckled, nuzzling her head onto his chest.

“I rushed all the way here to ask you something,” he smiled, placing a kiss on her temple.

“What would that be?” Byleth asked, her voice lowering as she closed her eyes.

“I wanted to ask you if you wanted to marry me?” Claude asked, following her lead.

“I would love to,” she muttered before falling asleep against him.

“I love you,” he said, placing one last kiss on her head.

In a short few moons, their wedding took place in the same grassy field they fell asleep in. Byleth was in a beautiful black wedding with a wedding lacy wedding veil that was just as long as her dress. Claude matched her with a nice black suit that was accented with a lot of gold. It was a joyous day as they spent it around friends and partying for a full day.

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Not me over here forgetting to post this up on Tumblr a week and half after posting it up on Ao3. Anyway this is a revenge fic for cynical_mystic who gave me a lovely Sylveth fic months ago.

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Mercedes took one deep breath and exhaled. The stress of this war was starting to get to her; even her friend’s well-intentioned help was getting to her. She had to tell herself not to complain about it, she was still lucky to be alive and able to have the peace and down time that she currently had. Not everyone was lucky enough to have it. She had seen many soldiers lose their lives, she had seen Dimitri and Byleth run around their camp sites in a frenzy to make everything perfect, she had seen the amount of training Felix, Dedue, Ashe, and Sylvain put in. All of it was so stressful, even for her to watch. It was hard for her to take her mind off of it. Even the cheesecake that she was trying to make was to help those who needed a morale boost. Mercedes took one long sigh as she heard a crash in the kitchen.

My preview for @bluelionsladies zine which is currently in preorders! If you wish to buy a bundle, you can go here!

#my writing #fire emblem three houses #mercedes von martritz #annette fantine dominic #ingrid brandl galatea #fire emblem #fire emblem three hopes

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lapinbunwrites · 2 months

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Artwork one and two by Mawwy Mawwy

Artwork three, four, and five by @vellatra

Title: The Distance Between Us

Rating: Teen and Up, Gen

Warnings: Graphic Descriptions of Violence, Major Character Death

Fandom: Fire Emblem Path of Radiance/Radiant Dawn

Relationship: Ike & Mist, Mist & Titania, Mist & Rhys

Characters: Ike, Mist, Titania, Rhys

Additional Tags: During War, During Canon, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Morning

Word Account: 5,155

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Mist let out a breath, seeing it in the winter air, as she looked at the town in front of her. The town she was in was hustling and bustling and it brought a smile to her face. There were so many people here with their families playing games, eating food, and hanging it. Seeing the families spend time with each other, especially the siblings, made her jealous. She couldn’t even remember the last time her and Ike hung out with each other. The last time Mist could even remember it was before their father had died, but that was over three years ago. This wasn’t going to do, she needed to spend some time with her dear older brother. Whether he likes it or not, she was going to force him to spend some time with her and she knew exactly how to do it.

She slapped her face, reminding herself why she was in the town to begin with. She needed to pick up the ingredients to a certain medicine Rhys had wanted to make. Mist was on a mission, not only for the ingredients, she also wanted to see all the games her and Ike could play together. It was truly amazing to her that, even in the midst of a war, people still found the time to have fun and have a festival. It brought her so much joy to her heart. Maybe more days could be filled like these ones when the war was done.

Mist skipped around town, picking up everything Rhys needed. She felt pretty accomplished being able to hunt down everything he needed, even the rarer things. She wasn’t surprised to see him constantly overworking himself by healing their soldiers.

“Hello Rhys,” Mist greeted him, handing him the ingredients.

“Hello Mist!” Rhys chirped, taking them off of her hands. “I assume your trip into town was a safe one.”

“It was! It was really nice being able to see everyone being so lively,” she said, sitting right next to him to help him out with his patients.

“Wonderful!” He smiled, going over to his little desk. He took out a little mortar and pestle to grind up the medicine into a paste. “Was there anything there you got for yourself?”

“No,” she said, slowly wrapping the bandages around the soldier’s arm. “There are a few things that I want to get, but I don’t want to go back there alone.”

“Why’s that,” he asked, handing her the medicine.

Mist took the paste from him and walked over to another patient. She rubbed it all over the man’s arm, allowing it to set before banding him up. “There is this festival taking place there and I want to go with Ike.”

“That’s a wonderful idea!” He chirped again, helping her with her patient. “I bet he would love to go with his beloved younger sister.”

“Are you sure?” Mist asked, starting to feel the crushing loneliness setting in her body. After her father died, it was hard to get Ike to do anything with her and she felt a void take over her body. She felt like crap ever since then and it felt like it was never going to go away. “He has been so busy with war councils, training, and running our mercenary band, he has been all over the place.”

“I’m sure,” he reassured her, patting her head. “He may not be the most emotional man, or the most expressive unless you have meat, but he does care for you. He would do anything for you. I’m sure of it.”

“I want to believe you, I do,” she sighed, placing her hands on her knees. “But it just seems like he’s ignoring me.”

“Mist, go ask your brother or I will,” he glared at her.

“What about everyone here? You need help,” she said, getting up.

“I’ll be fine,” he reassured her, putting his hand on her shoulder to stop her.

“You’ve been at this all day. You need a break,” she reminded him, trying to pry his hand off of her. “I don’t want you to fall over in exhaustion again.”

“I will be fine. I have more healers coming to help me,” he said, pushing her out of the tent. “Now go ask your brother to spend some time with you.”

“Fine, fine,” she said, caving in.

Mist took one deep breath in and exhaled, she knew this was going to be a challenge to find Ike. He was always hard to track down; she knew he could be anywhere in camp. She walked around, and around, and around but he was nowhere to be found. Mist began to feel another void enter her body. It felt heavy, staticy, and it hurt her a lot. Could Rhys be right and that he truly wants to spend time with her? Or was she right and he was just trying to avoid her? The many thoughts that swirled her mind were giving her a headache.

She started to sniff, trying to hold back the tears she didn’t want to cry. She has cried too many tears the past three years and all she wanted to do was laugh, like the people in the town nearby. It hurt her that she couldn’t do that right now, or at all. Her brother was not being kind to her right now, she couldn’t find him at all.

Deciding to give up her search for him, she thought it would be best to go back to helping Rhys. Mist, stopping a few feet away from the medical tent, clutched her stomach. She could feel her stomach begin to burn; maybe coming back was a bad idea. Mist knew that if she didn’t come back with good news, Rhys was going to scold her again and she didn’t want that. She decided the best course of action was just going back to her own tent.

She fell right onto her cot, curling up under her blanket, the warmth was not helping her get rid of the emptiness that she felt throughout her body. Not even the tears that were strolling down her face weren’t helping, and they usually did, if for only a few days. Before she knew it, she was asleep in a groggy haze dream.

Mist could see herself reaching out towards an axe on a cliff, feeling the rain drop against her skin. She recognized that axe, she felt her heart sink when she recognized the person behind the weapon. It was her father. Her heart beat faster, and faster, and faster, trying to catch up with him as he turned his back to her. No matter how far she ran, no matter how fast she went, she could never reach him. Before long, he vanished in thin air, unable to hug him one last time.

Then she felt her body chuck her somewhere else, into a field full of flowers and grass. She could feel the breeze violently move her hair and dress around. Between trying to move her hair out of her face, and looking around, she was able to find Ike standing a few feet in front of her. For only a few seconds she felt a great sense of relief, but it slipped away when he turned around and started to walk away.

He was getting further and further away from her and she couldn’t keep up with him. Mist cried out his name but she was getting no response. By the time she was able to catch up with him, he disappeared, leaving her behind. She could see herself picking up the Ragnell and holding it close to her body as she fell to the ground to cry.

“Mist,” a low voice called out to her, lulling her out of her sleep. “Mist wake up.”

“Ike,” she groggily said, rolling over to her side to face him. “Ike!”

She sprung into his arms, holding tightly as she began to cry.

“Mist, what’s wrong?” Ike asked, wrapping his arms around her body. “What’s wrong?”

“Ike!” She cried out. “I’m so happy you’re alive!”

“Of course I’m alive,” he sighed, pushing her back. He took his hand, wiping the tears off of her face. “I have too many people depending on me to end this war.”

“Including me,” she cried, clutching onto him.

“Mist please,” he groaned, trying to pry her off of him. “If you don’t tell me what’s going on, I can’t help you.”

“It’s-It’s because you won’t spend time with me,” Mist said, slowly breathing. “You’ve been avoiding me lately.”

“I’m sorry Mist,” he sighed, helping her clean up her face. “This is to be expected in a war. It’s not like I don’t want to spend time with you, I have other pressing matters to deal with.”

“Ike,” she softly said, moving away from him. She laid down on her cot, her back facing her brother. “Then go, I will be by myself then.”

“Stop it Mist,” he said, shaking her body.

“If you want to make it up to me, you can take me to the festival that’s happening in the town next to our camp,” she pouted, not even fending him off.

“You know I can’t do that,” he reminded her, stopping what he was doing.

“Then go, I don’t want to spend time with you then,” she said, coldly.

“Fine,” he sighed as he left her tent.

Mist glanced over her shoulder, watching him leave. What a brother she had.

She closed her eyes, hoping that this next dream won’t be the same as the last couple. She was all wrong. It was the same dream she had, Greil and Ike both leaving her.

What was unlike Mist, she avoided Ike whenever she could. It didn’t go unnoticed, most of everyone became concerned about it.

“Mist,” Titania said softly, taking a hold of her arm.

“Yes, Titania?” Mist asked, turning around to face her.

“Is everything alright?” Titania asked, letting go of Mist.

“Yes. Why wouldn’t I be?” Mist asked, curling her lips.

“I’ve noticed that you have been avoiding Ike lately,” Titania sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“I have not,” Mist huffed, trying to storm off.

“You are a bad liar,” Titania said, stopping her.

“I am not!” Mist said, moving her feet, but unable to move anywhere with the second-in-command’s grip held tightly on her.

“You are. You get all huffy when you are hiding something,” Titania rolled her eyes before getting Mist to face her. “What is really going on?”

Mist took one deep breath. She didn’t know how Titania knew saw right through her, but she isn’t surprised. They have known each other for years. Mist looked up into her green eyes before looking at the grass beneath them.

“Mist, it’s okay, I won’t judge this for this,” Titania said, placing her hand on Mist’s chin to look her in the eye.

“It’s, it’s because,” Mist said, beginning to fidget with her clothes. “It’s because Ike won’t go with me to the festival close by. Something to do with being a commander.”

Titania chuckled a little. If she could choose, she would much rather deal with a sibling squabble than dealing with this war. “He’s always been thick headed.”

“He has, and he doesn’t want to spend any time with me,” Mist vented, kicking the grass. “He hasn’t for a while.”

“There is a way to get him to spend time with you,” Titania smirked, putting her hand on her hip.

“What way is that?” Mist gasped, clutching her clothes.

“Beat him in a training match,” Titania said, placing her hand on Mist’s head, and ruffling her hair.

“You know that’s not going to work,” Mist pouted, moving Titania’s hand off of her head. “He is already years ahead of me and he trains relentlessly.”

“If you keep talking like that, you won’t get anywhere,” Titania scoffed, squishing Mist’s face. “Plus you’re not half bad with a sword. You just need some refinement and I can help you with that.”

“Really?!” Mist asked, her voice becoming higher.

“Yes, really,” Titania smiled, releasing her face. “Just meet me in the training grounds in a few hours and we can train for a little bit.”

Mist nodded and watched Titania walk off. She went back to her tent to grab her sword, but was unable to find it. She rushed around camp trying to find it, but with no luck. This was just as frustrating as trying to get her brother to spend time with her. Mist whined a little as she took her training sword instead. Her breath was heavy when she saw Titania stand in the middle of the training grounds, flailing her axe around in the air.

“I’m here,” Mist said, interrupting Titania’s training.

“Hello Mist,” Titania greeted, moving her arm to her side. “Ready to train?”

“Yes, ma’am!” Mist said excitedly.

“First you will need to stretch,” Titania said, ruffling Mist’s hair again.

“Right! I always make sure to have everyone else stretch so it won’t be a good idea if I didn’t,” Mist laughed, getting on the ground.

Once Mist was finished with stretching, Titania showed her how to hold a sword properly. They started with basic techniques, slowly moving to some lighthearted training against each other. They practiced a lot in the day, and a lot more throughout the week. With the amount of training Mist did, she felt confident that she could take on Ike and at least land one blow on him.

“Ike! Ike!” Mist called out.

“What is it Mist?” Ike asked, walking out of his tent.

“I challenge you!” Mist chirped, holding out her training sword.

“What? Why are you acting like Mia all of a sudden?” He asked, moving her sword out of his face.

“No, I’ve just been training a lot,” she smiled, clutching her sword.

“Oh, so you want to train with me now. Are you sure about that? Dad didn’t exactly go easy on me,” Ike smiled, warmth swelling in his heart.

“Yes, but on one condition!” Mist smirked, putting her hands on his arm.

“What would that be?” Ike sighed, as she tugged him.

“If I win, we will go to that festival in town,” she said, unable to make her brother move.

“Mist, I told you I don’t have time for that,” he groaned, feeling her trying to push him.

“If you have time to train, you have time for fun,” she whined, still not being able to budge him.

“Mist, training is important because we are in a war,” he reminded her, taking a hold of her. “The stronger I can get, the better.”

“So is relaxing,” she said, hitting his leg with her fist. “It won’t mean much if you overwork yourself. You can die that way.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ike sighed, dropping her on the ground. “Fine, I will train with you and if you win, I’ll go with you to the festival.”

Mist laughed, kicking his leg in return for dropping her. She followed behind him as they walked to the training grounds. She held up her sword, positioning herself in a normal myrmidon stance. She smirked as she looked at her brother, who seemed a little impressed with her. It was all she needed to feel the fire igniting in her body. She knew she would be able to beat her brother. She knew all his tricks from watching him train with their father.

She waited as long as she could, hoping her brother would be bull-headed and rushed her first. She dodged his attacks as much as she could, he was unrelenting. It was becoming hard to fend him off, she was unable to even land a blow on him before her sword slipped out of her hands. Mist let out a sigh as she fell to her knees, feeling a pit in her stomach. There were many things she thought of that began to fry her brain.

“I won Mist,” Ike said, reaching his hand down towards her.

Mist swiped his hand away from her, not saying a word.

“Mist, why are you acting like a child?” He whined.

“Why do you care?” She mumbled, turning away from him, and clutching her knees close to her chest. “You haven’t cared before. Why start now?”

Ike pinched the bridge of his nose before walking away. “Whatever. When you are done acting like this, you know where to find me.”

Mist peered over her shoulder, watching him leave. Remembering her dream, she reached out for his arm, stopping him in his tracks.

“Mist?” Ike asked, looking down at her.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” she said, letting go of him.

Mist felt her heart wrench when she watched her brother shake his head and walk away. It was almost as she was being thrusted back into one of her nightmares. The feeling of the breeze in her hair, the smell of the nice flowers, and the grass swaying around her. She only wished it could rain, it was more befitting than her starting to hate such beautiful scenery. Tinted with the somber hues of orange, purple, blue, and white only to be undercutted by the crisp breeze that carried a faint smokiness through the air.

The worst part about this whole ordeal was that Ike is right. He was way too busy with the war, commanding an army, making war plans, confirming war plans with Soren and Titania, carrying out missions and many more things. Why would he have time for her selfish request and going to a festival with her. She knew it was better just to spend time with him the way she has been for the past three years. Her priority, much like her older brother’s, should be ending the war and she needed to be okay with that.

Mist finally got up off the ground, taking her time to get to her tent. Her eyes grew dim when she approached the mess hall that was illuminated by the candles in the midnight sky. The appetite she worked up trying to beat Ike, and crying over him, she lost when she looked at the building. She knew it was a bad idea to go to bed hungry, but she would rather not be near people, especially her own brother. She knew only more heartache was going to creep into her already broken soul.

She wiped the last of her tears off of her face as she entered her tent. Through the heavy heaving, she smushed her body whole into her cot. Mist wishes she could enjoy the nice warmth of her thick blanket, but not with what's been happening lately. She always told herself that a nice warm sleep was deserved after a joyous and kind day, but she didn’t deserve this, especially not after the past week has been going.

She wished her father was alive, he was always able to get Ike to spend time with her. That was so long ago and they were children, it wouldn’t work now. Not with Greil dead and gone. Thinking about her father, she sniffed herself into a deep sleep. Her nightmares didn’t let up, they were just as bad as before. Mist couldn’t believe what she was seeing, the battlefield was covered in fire. She placed her hands over her nose to cover the stench of the decomposing bodies.

Standing before her was Ike. She watched as her arm reached out towards him as he rushed someone. Her eyes began to water when he was struck down, falling into her arms. He was wrapped in her arms, letting out his breath. Her tears falling onto his lifeless body.

Mist twisted and turned, patting the ground around her. She had latched onto something weirdly portioned, something that was hard as a rock. She didn’t care very much, she just held it as tightly as she could. Only after hearing a grumble that followed with the person shaking her off.

“Mist,” Ike grumbled, prying her off of his arm. “Get off of me.”

“Ike,” she murmured, letting go of his arm. “Where…am I?”

“You’re in my tent,” he replied, pushing her away. “Why are you here?”

“I don’t know,” she said, rapidly blinking. “I was in my tent when I fell asleep.”

“I need you to leave,” he sighed, rolling his eyes.

“No!” Mist chirped, attaching herself to his arm again.

“Mist! Stop this!” Ike groaned, trying to pry her off again.

“No! I’m not leaving!” She said, tightening her grip.

“How is your grip so strong?” He asked, giving up. “Why are you acting like this?”

“Not any of your business,” she mumbled.

“It is my business, you’re my little sister,” he said, hitting her on the head with his free hand.

“It doesn’t feel like it is,” she sighed, loosening her grip on him. “You’ve been ignoring me for a while. Ever since dad died, you really haven’t cared.”

“Mist,” Ike softly said, putting his palm on the top of her head.

She let him go and as she began to leave, he held onto her. “Let go of me.”

“No.” He sighed, pulling her closer to him. “I’m sorry Mist, I didn’t mean to make you feel like that.”

“I know,” she pouted, prying his fingers off of her. “I just miss spending time with my brother.”

“I know you do,” he softly said, letting go of her. “How about we go to that festival then?”

“Really?” Mist asked, her face lighting up.

“Yes really,” Ike smiled. “Now go get ready.”

She nodded her head and rushed out of his tent. She quickly cleaned herself up and grabbed a few things before meeting up with her brother again. It was mostly a quiet walk to the next town over. She bounced up and down, letting a little gasp, as she saw the many people that were here. Mist smiled, grabbing Ike’s arm as she dragged him further into the town.

There were so many things that they could do, she couldn’t decide. Luckily for her, her brother already knew what to do. Not that she was surprised that he went straight to eating some meat. She laughed a little, there was nothing new with Ike inhaling his food. Mist looked around, trying to find something they could do together. She was a little surprised there weren’t very many games they could play. The more surprising thing to her was that everything was food related. It was baffling to her that this town was able to have all this food during a war.

She shook her head, trying not to think of the logistics of it. Mist was just happy that people were able to eat and have fun. She turned her attention back to her brother, who was chowing down on some kind of meat dish, with it all over his face. She laughed, handing him a napkin.

“Why haven’t you gotten anything to eat?” Ike asked, taking the napkin.

“I’m not really all that hungry right now,” Mist smiled. “Plus, I need to keep my appetite. It looks like we are at a food festival.”

She laughed even more when she watched her brother’s face light up, wondering why he didn’t decide to come sooner.

“I better finish this then,” he said, inhaling his food.

“You need to chew first!” She gasped. “I don’t need you to choke on your food!”

He nodded, slowing down his chewing.

“Seriously, if I weren’t around, you would be dead by now just eating your food,” she sighed, shaking her head.

“Whatever,” he laughed, finishing up his food. “We better get going.”

Mist nodded as she got up from her seat. She walked with him around the town, looking at all the yummy desserts that they were passing by. She couldn’t choose what to get. There were coffee cakes, cream cheese cakes, coffee eclairs, strawberry shortcakes, chocolate mousse, and so many other things. She was drooling when she stared longingly at the food. Mist could hear her brother laugh.

“If there is something you want to eat, I’ll get it for you,” Ike smiled, patting her head.

“No, no,” she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I still need to make space in my stomach.”

“How are you related to me?” Ike laughed. “I thought you would have a big stomach like me.”

“Thankfully, I’m not you,” Mist teased, turning to face him. “I actually appreciate the food I eat.”

“I appreciate the food I inhale,” he scoffed, playfully hitting her shoulder. “Why do you think I shove it down so fast?”

“If this war doesn’t kill you, you eating will,” she laughed.

“Ah, that would be the life,” Ike smiled. “Let’s keep walking, you want to work up that appetite don’t you?”

Mist nodded, following him around. She smiled as she watched everyone be like her brother, quickly eating their food while they laughed and told stories. It brought her relief that people were still able to have fun right now. If this meant anything, it meant she needed to end this war faster so they could have many more days like this. She shook her head as she looked back up to her brother who had the dopest look on his face. He found a little area where a small group of people were holding a little sword competition. She could tell he was giddy. Mist gestured for him to go over, and without a second thought, Ike rushed over.

She watched her brother have fun beating everyone that fought him. He didn’t even break a sweat when he battled against anyone. Not that she is surprised by it, his training was insane. Everyone was impressed by his skill; they even asked him to give them some pointers on how to train and use their sword. Deep down, it made her so happy that he was actually enjoying himself and being able to relax for once. She could tell he was a lot less stressed than he usually was at camp.

“Hey Mist,” Ike said, stretching his arms.

“You had fun playing with everyone?” She chuckled, walking up to him.

“I did,” he smiled, meeting her half way. “Are you hungry yet? I think I am hungrier than ever right now.”

“I mean you just went up against ten people and helped them train,” she said, poking his face. “You usually get hungry afterwards. I would be concerned if you didn’t.”

“You know me so well,” he agreed, fending off her finger. “But you still haven’t eaten yourself, I’m getting concerned.”

“Yeah, I think I’m getting hungry,” she smiled, persistent on her poking.

“Will stop that,” he groaned a little, grabbing her hand.

“Let’s go around to get something to eat,” she laughed as he let her hand go.

“Onwards,” he gestured for her to lead the way.

She looked around, seeing that the town was starting to wind down a little bit. It also looked like some people were starting to gather around the food stalls. She rushed around, trying to find something that would be filling and she could carry around. She smiled as she came across a stall with nothing but potatoes. She gave the vendor two gold to get twenty mini potato pancakes with a couple of other vegetables.

Mist let out a little gasp as she tasted the potato goodness. The butter tied into the wonderful taste of the salt, pepper, and other spices and herbs the person cooked it with. The other vegetables that went with it, helped it so much more. She waved at Ike to come try it along with his other meat dish.

“Taste this,” Mist demanded, shoving the potato into his mouth.

“Mist-” He said as he bit into the little snack. Without a second thought, he grabbed another and another. “This is so good. I think this is better than what Oscar can make.”

“You better hope that he never hears that,” she laughed, handing him another piece. “You know how much he likes hearing your compliments.”

“Do me a favor, never tell him that,” he said, choking on his food.

“Don’t worry, they will never come out of these lips,” she smiled, eating a little more. “Just make sure you tell him you appreciate what he makes.”

“You know I will,” he said, coughing up his food. “Anyway, what do you think is going on over there?”

“I have no idea,” she said, looking back at the people in town. There were even more crowding the stalls. She thought the town was winding down. “We should go see.”

“Right,” Ike nodded, following her.

They then realized that everyone was gathered around certain areas, it was because of a taste testing contest. Mist laughed loudly when she saw Ike was beside himself. He looked like a child in a candy store. When they walked around, she grabbed any dessert she laid eyes on. It broke her heart when she was dragged somewhere else by her brother.

It was unsurprising that he found an area that had taste testing for people making ribs. It was his favorite food after all. She sighed before smiling when Ike handed her different types of ribs. She kept to herself how she really felt about them, she really wasn’t impressed by the taste. It was a bit bland, the sauce wasn’t really helping to cover it up, and the meat was a bit chewy. Mist didn’t mind too much, whatever she had leftover she would give to Ike and it made him so happy.

By the end of the night, she could feel her stomach overflowing with food. She knew she would be able to sleep easy tonight. She could also tell her own brother was getting sleepy from the amount of food he ate. It almost looked like he would fall to the ground and just sleep there.

“Hey Mist,” Ike murmured out, holding onto his sister.

“Yeah?” Mist asked, holding her brother.

“Here, I have this for you,” he smiled, handing her a cup full of chocolate mousse.

“No way!” She gasped, letting go of him to grab the dessert. “When did you get this?”

“When we were at the corner with the ribs,” he said, falling to the ground. “I snuck a way for a few minutes to grab you some. Sorry if the freshness isn’t the greatest.”

“It tastes amazing,” she laughed, bending down to the ground to pat his back. “Thank you.”

“Good,” he smiled, trying to get off the ground.

Mist put his arm around her shoulder, helping him get back to camp and into his tent. He was out as soon as they got back. She rested next to him, and for the first time in weeks, she didn’t have a nightmare when she went to bed.

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So I got to participate in @telliusbigbang and got to write for one of my fave dynamics, sibling bonds! I wrote about Ike and Mist trying to bond together but Mist failing most of the time but happy that she was finally able to! She is having a time to say the least. It was also very fun to work with both Vellatra and Mawwy Mawwy who drew the cute art that went with this fic!

#my writing #fire emblem path of radiance #fire emblem radiant dawn #ike #mist #titiana #rhys #fire emblem #fire emblem fanficiton

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Title: Felix's Embarrassing Holiday

Rating: Gen

Warnings: None

Fandom: Fire Emblem Three Houses

Relationships: Annette Fantine Dominic/Felix Hugo Fraldarius, Felix Hugo Fraldarius & Glenn Fraldarius, Felix Hugo Fraldarius & Rodrigue Achille Fraldarius, Felix Hugo Fraldarius & Felix's Hugo Fraldarius' Mother

Characters: Annette Fantine Dominic, Felix Hugo Fraldarius, Glenn Fraldarius, Rodrigue Achille Fraldarius, Felix Hugo Fraldarius' Mother

Additional Tags: Modern AU, AU Where Christmas Exists, Fluff, Comedy, Meeting the Family, Original Character

Word Count: 3,426

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Felix groaned as he read a text from his mother, she wanted to meet Annette. He always told himself he was never going to tell Rodrigue anything else that happened in his life, but that was never going to happen. Deep down, even though he would never admit to anyone (he barely admits it to himself), he did love his father and did enjoy being around him. While he knew his parents were excited to meet his girlfriend, and Annette felt the same, he did not. Felix knew they were planning something, but he never knew what. He always ended up being unprepared when he was around him and it always gave him whiplash.

He pinched the bridge of his nose before texting his mother back saying that he will think about it, and instead of replying back to her, he just locked his phone and put his phone in his pocket. He walked down the sidewalks in Fhirdiad to find this little shop that his girlfriend wanted him to try out. He knew she loved sweets and she had a knack for finding little places filled with any sort of confection, but he always kept an open mind about them. Annette always found a shop that always served him something he would end up liking. Felix smirked as he peered into the shop's window, looking at Annette as she sipped on her hot chocolate.

"Sorry I'm late," Felix said, wrapping his coat around her shoulders.

"Oh, you're fine," Annette reassured him, clutching his coat. "I got here a few minutes myself."

"You lost track of time, didn't you?" He asked, sitting across from her in the booth.

"Yeah," she squeaked out, avoiding eye contact with him.

"Annette," he said softly, placing his hand on hers. "Do you I need to get you an alarm? You keep drowning yourself in your homework."

"No, please don't" she whined, fiddling with his coat. "It's the end of the semester of my last year of college. I want to make sure I pass and graduate."

"If you don't relax and keep going, you aren't going to run yourself ragged," he reminded her, raising his eyebrow.

"I know, but I can't miss a beat or I will fail," she protested, taking a drink of her hot coco.

"Annette," his voice low and deep that she couldn't resist.

Annette felt her face heat up the moment he spoke her name.

"I can't, in good conscious, allow you to continue to do this to yourself," Felix smiled at her.

"Felix," she tenderly said, placing her free hand on top of his.

He thought for a couple of seconds of plans that they could do to distract her from her studies while she ordered food for the both of them. The only thing that was sitting in the back of his mind that could be a plan was meeting his family, but he knew he was going to regret that. He kept quiet as he drank his coffee, thinking of a million other plans, but they all came back to his family.

"Felix, are you okay?" Annette asked, taking a bit of her strawberry and banana crepe. "You're unusually quiet."

"Yeah, I'm fine," he reassured her, taking a bit of his spicy turkey focaccia sandwich. "I'm just thinking."

"Thinking about what?" She smiled, wiping the chipotle aioli off of his face.

"My family," he offhandedly said, taking her hand off of his skin.

"Oh! Are you finally going to let me meet your parents and your brother!" She chirped placing her hands together.

"Uh, not exactly," he rolled his eyes.

"Felix, I've been asking for this for months," she whined, placing her hands on her lap.

"Annette, it's not like that," Felix said, trying to reassure her.

"Then what is it like?" Annette asked, staring at him with her bluish green eyes.

He sighed, he was not going to win this fight. "Fine, but only if you relax and pull yourself away from your studies more, I will let you meet my whole family."

Annette clapped her hands and cheered.

Felix rolled his eyes as he smiled, but he knew he was going to regret this. He pulled out his phone, texting his mother to set up a date. He groaned when he saw his mother's next text, it was for Christmas.

"What's going on now?" She laughed, shoving the rest of her crepe in her mouth.

"My mother wants you to come over on Christmas," he groaned, falling back into the booth.

"Tpaft's wonpfrul!" Annette chirped, swallowing her food.

"Yeah, wonderful," he laughed, wiping the chocolate off of her face.

"Oh! I'm so excited!" She laughed as he patted her face.

"I know," he smiled, moving his hand back to his lap. "I will let my mother know."

"Thank you! But I need to get back, class is going to start in a few minutes," she gasped as she looked down at her phone.

"Annette," he sighed, pulling the check towards him. "Go."

He smiled as he watched her rush out the door. When he left the shop, everything finally hit him, and it hit like a truck. The meeting was in two days, he completely forgot that it was close. He rushed around town, heading to a couple of different places before heading home. He was grateful that his parents weren't home when he got back, they were they weren't his favorite people at the moment. He smiled when he received a text from Annette, he was relieved to received it from her. Felix stayed up late into the night, messing up his own sleeping schedule to talk to her.

He woke up in the morning, not realizing that he fell asleep with his phone on face. He rubbed his temples, feeling pressure build up. He groaned as he got out of his bed to get ready for the day, he had plenty to do. He sat in the living room, near the Christmas tree, with wrapping paper, scissors, tape, and pre-tied ribbons. He consistently cursed to himself trying to line up the boxes on the wrapping paper as he tried to get it to stay before taping it. The worst part for him was when he taped the corners. He tried multiple times to fold them into perfect triangles, but they ended up into squished, misshapen triangles. He sighed and just put a bow on the rest of his gifts before putting them under the tree.

The rest of his day was spent cleaning and organizing the house. He made sure to find all of the family photo albums and hiding under his bed like he was a horny thirteen year old boy with a porn magazine. Felix looked around the house, trying to find any other embarrassing thing that family might use against him and placing them in his closet in his room. Annette wouldn't go through there right? He could only hope that her curiosity didn't get the better of him and she decided go through his stuff. When he woke up the next morning, the pain in his head only grew worse. It didn't help that his parents were already up.

"Morning, Felix," Rodrigue smiled as he drank his black coffee.

Felix just grunted as he dragged his feet into the kitchen.

"Well, you're in a good mood," Rodriuge said sarcastically. "I hope this isn't the attitude that you aren't going to have when Annette comes over later tonight."

"Sorry, I just have a splitting headache," Felix lied as he put some headache pills in his mouth and washing it down with water.

"Dad, he's stressed about us meeting his little girlyfriend," Glenn teased his brother as he laughed and stretching out his face.

"Stop that you fool," Felix protested, fending off his brother.

"It's so cute to see you in woove!~" Glenn laughed louder as Felix pushed him.

"Oh, do you think we are going to embarrass you?" Emmeline asked, smirking.

"Yes! Yes I do!" Felix declared, trying to go back to his room.

"You are exactly right!" Glenn said with a giant smile, holding Felix by his collar. "And you aren't going anywhere. You're helping mom with cooking and baking this year. It's your turn."

Felix groaned as he stopped fighting his brother.

"I saw that you already grabbed everything," Emmeline said, clapping her hands. "I'm assuming you want to make spicy fish and turnip stew and saghert and cream." a "Yeah, those are a couple of Annette's favorite dishes," Felix murmured, scratching the back of his neck.

"Awe, you're so cute," she smirked, walking into the kitchen. "We better get started, that stew is going to take some time to make."

Felix shook his head as he helped her get out the ingredients. The two barely spoke to each other when they cooked, but it always brought them together. He preferred baking over cooking because when he formed dough, he was able to beat the dough to release his stress and anger. It would also help clear his mind when he baked, nothing seemed to matter. What helped him was the smell of the stew that his mother worked on. Smelling the smokiness of the fish, hearing the bubbling of the stock, hearing the turnips being shaved, made him feel calm. It even made smile. Doing all of this transported him back to his childhood where him, his parents, and Glenn were all together in the kitchen making a giant stew dish with many different vegetables.

Reliving those memories where short lived when he felt his chest tighten up when he heard the doorbell rang. Felix rushed out of the kitchen, tripping over his feet as he tried to get to the door. He felt defeated when he heard Rodrigue's laughter when his father beat him to the door.

"Hello Annette," Rodrigue greeted with a smile. "My wife and Felix are currently making dinner so why don't you come into the living room with me and Glenn."

"Hello! That would be lovely!" Annette chirped as she took off her shoes when she entered the house.

"I'm not in the kitchen," Felix moaned out as he picked himself off the floor.

Annette laughed as she gave him a little peck on his check.

"How are you?" He asked, trying to hide the kiss he gave to Annette.

"Ehuehuehue, look at the two little love birds," Glenn teased.

"Awe, you two are very romantic," Rodrigue teased along with his oldest son. "You two are just like me and your mother!"

Felix did his best to suppress his groans and hide his blushing face. He could feel in his bones that is was going to be a long night.

"Hello," Emmeline greeted with a smile. "You must be Annette."

"Yes, I am!" Annette cheerfully said, turning to face her. "You must be Felix's mother."

"Yes, you can call me Emmeline," Emmeline said, placing her hand on Annette's face to take a good long look at her. "My, you are very cute. No wonder my son fell for you."

"Mother!" Felix growled.

"Oh hush and get back into the kitchen," she said, pushing him. "I have some very important business to take care of."

Felix rolled his eyes as he went back to baking and cooking. He was no longer able to space out again, not when he could hear his family laughing in the background. He could think of the many things they could be saying and none of it was good. He did his best to ignore their laughter as he continued to cook, he was at least prepared with hiding the photo albums and embarrassing childhood items.

"Oh my goodness!" Annette squealed. "He looks so cute!"

"What? What's going on?" Felix said rushing into the living room.

"Felix you look so cute!" She said, showing Rodrigue's phone to him. "I didn't know you had a bowl cut when you were a little ity bity baby!"

"Old man!" He growled, holding a knife up to him. "How did you get that picture? I hid all of our photo albums."

"Felix, I have a phone that I downloaded it to," Rodrigue reminded him, taking the phone from Annette to show her more pictures.

"How? You are the least tech savvy person I even meet?" Felix asked, trying to take the phone from his father only to be fended off.

"Your brother did it for me," Rodrigue said, trying to find a very specific picture. "Glenn, do you know where that picture."

Felix's eyes became wide and he felt so much tension in his shoulders as he rushed to his father to grab the phone. Glenn lightly pushed his younger brother out of to grab Rodrigue's phone. Felix did his best to grab the phone, but by the time he could, Glenn had found the picture of Felix in his emo phase. He was dressed all in black, trying a different hair color, and got a tongue piercing.

"Oh, wow Felix, that is a look," Annette laughed, taking a good long look at him.

"Yeah, I know," Felix groaned. "Being thirteen was a time for me."

"Clearly," she said, handing Rodrigue's phone back to him. "Do you still have the tongue piercing?"

"No, the whole closed up a while ago. You should know this by the amount-" Felix then felt his face begin to heat up again. He was even in on embarrassing himself. "Never mind."

"Hohoho, how far have you guys gotten?" Emmeline teased, smushing Felix's face.

"None of your business!" Felix said, his voice going up an octave.

"Look at you, you're face is so warm!" Emmeline laughed, kissing his forehead. "You are adorable."

"Can we stop now, please?" He asked, his voice going back to normal. "Plus dinner is done."

"Wonderful, what did you make?" Annette asked, taking a hold of his hand. "My mother and I made spicy fish and turnip stew with saghert and cream for dessert."

"Felix, you are so sweet!" She chirped, as he led her into the kitchen.

He grabbed a plate out for her, placing a heaping amount of fish and stew on her plate. He helped her over to the table, moving the chair so she could sit down before placing the plate of food in front of her. Felix grabbed his plate of food, along with dessert.

"Look at them," Emmeline mused, placing her head on Rodrigue's chest. "They are so cute."

"Yes," Rodrigue agreed, hold her tight to his body. "Much like us when were their age."

Emmeline nodded and gave him a kiss.

"Are you guys going to eat or are you guys going to have a mush fest and gross me out?" Felix sneered at them before taking a bit of his food.

"Yes, yes," Rodrigue laughed. "Come on Glenn, you don't want to miss out."

"Oh no, I want to give Annette all the embarrassing stories of when Felix was little," Glenn smirked walking over into the kitchen.

"Be kind on your brother, I think he has had enough embarrassment for the day," Rodrigue smiled, following his lead.

"We'll see about that," Glenn laughed, sitting down at the table.

Over dinner they told stories of their lives, filling the room with laughter and warmth. Rodrigue told how he met Emmeline and how they had Glenn a little younger than they wanted, but saying he was a bundle of joy and by the time Felix arrived, their family was complete. Emmeline even told them Annette about Felix's laugh when he was young. That if she ever she was sad, she would make him laugh, she would feel one-hundred times better. Glenn made it even worse by asking how Annette met Felix. Annette being her, told them that they met in class, or at least in passing. She was running a lot earlier to class than she planned, thinking she was going to be late, bumping into Felix, and dropping all her school supplies to the ground, which included her and Felix.

That probably was the most embarrassing story Felix heard all night. The only way he could get it to stop was to redirect them to the presents. He didn't care if not everyone finished their food, he just wanted to stop the stories. He did not realize that his presents that he bought were wrapped, he remembered that he just put a bow on all of them but one, and that was Annette's. It didn't matter though, he just wanted to get the night over with and go to bed. It would be one more day closer to him going back to college.

Felix sat down on the ground with Annette between his legs. He wrapped his arms around her as Emmeline handed her a gift.

"Thank you," Annette smiled, opening the gift. "Felix look! That little teddy bear that I wanted! The one with the drums!"

"Yes, I know," Felix smiled, giving her a kiss on the back of her head.

"Sorry it's not sewn very well," Emmeline faintly smiled. "If I had more time, and if Felix was more prepared, I would have sewn the teddy bear correctly."

"What? You sewed this yourself?" Annette gasped, holding the teddy bear closer to her heart. "That's amazing!"

"Yes," Emmeline nodded. "Felix showed me a picture of it a while ago and I thought the best gift to give to you on short notice would be that."

"This is a wonderful present," Annette smiled, kissing the teddy bear's nose. "I love it."

"Thank you," Emmeline said, with a giant smile.

Felix smiled as Annette fiddled with the her gift.

They all grabbed their presents, opening one by one. Felix let out one long sigh looking at the 'gift' Glenn gave him. He looked up to Glenn, who had a giant smirk on his face, then threw it at him. After a few choice words they had with each other, they opened the rest of the presents. The one Felix got for Annette was the last to be opened.

"Wow, this is, some good wrapping," Annette teased.

"What like you can do better?" Felix scoffed.

"I can, because I'm a perfectionist!" She laughed.

"Oh, so you finally admit it," he said, tickling her and kissing her.

Annette laughed to the point it started to hurt her side. "Okay! Okay, you win!"

Felix laughed, helping her to sit upright. "I know I do, now please open the present."

Annette excitedly ripped off the wrapping paper to reveal a small box, letting out a gasp from everyone. "Felix! Is this?"

"What?" He asked, taking a few seconds to realize what she was asking. "No, it's not. We are way too young for that."

"Oh, sorry." She sighed, opening the box to see a necklace. "This is so pretty!"

"Yeah, I guess," he muttered, reaching for the jewelry. He unclasped the lock to put around her neck. "I saw you looking at at that shop on our way to Mercedes bakery. I asked the jeweler to replace the gem inside to an emerald since you were born in May."

"It's beautiful, Felix," she smiled, giving him a kiss.

"You're welcome," he said, kissing her back. "It looks very pretty on you."

"Thank you," she said, nuzzling her head in his chest.

"Well, since all the presents are all open," Rodrigue started, picking up all the wrapping paper. "Why don't we go to bed."

"Yeah, it's been a long day," Felix agreed, pushing Annette back.

"Right, I should be going," Annette said, getting up. "My father is probably getting worried."

"Annette, please stay," Emmeline insisted. "It's getting late and you probably live so far."

"It's alright," Annette said, getting her stuff.

"Not a chance," Felix said, holding onto her. "You and I both know you are just going back to your dorm room and study."

She let out a little whimper, knowing he was right. She stayed the night, staying in his room with him. "Hey, Felix?"

"Yes, Annette?" Felix asked, turning over to face her.

"Would you ever want to get married to me?" She asked, moving his long hair out of his face.

"Yes, but in the future," he replied without missing a beat.

Annette gave him one last kiss before laying down on her side. Felix began to fiddle with her hair, humming for her as she blinked her eyes to help her go to sleep. He kissed her head before laying down next to her, wrapping his arms around her before going to bed himself.

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I am finally able to post up my fic for the NetteFlix Winter Exchange! I got to write this lovely fic for meatsuru on Ao3 and I choose meeting the family prompt that they had and put Felix in yet another stressful situation. I love putting him in situations, he is my favorite little play thing sometimes and it's fun to see him being stressed. This is also featuring meatsuru's version of Felix's mom!

#my writing #fire emblem three houses #netteflix #feliannie #felix hugo fraldarius #annette fantine dominic #felix hugo fraldarius/annette fantine dominic #annette fantine dominic/felix hugo fraldarius #felix hugo fraldarius x annette fantine dominic #annette fantine dominic x felix hugo fraldarius #felix/annette #annette/felix #felix x annette #annette x felix #now that i can post this i will probably going to spruce up the other fic #i was originally going to write for them and hopefully post that #and maybe i can stick to a chaptered fic for once and be able to complete it

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Title: A Lost Memory

Rating: Gen

Warnings: None

Fandoms: Fire Emblem Fates

Relationships: Xander & Felicia, Xander & Camilla

Characters: Xander, Felicia, Camilla

Additional Tags: Fluff, Angst, Post-Canon

Word Count: 1,918

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Xander exhaled a loud groan as he tossed and turned in his bed. As he sat up, he yawned and stretched, releasing a sigh and scratching the back of his head. Knowing he wasn’t going to enjoy the day, the crown prince contemplated sneaking into his office and working so he wouldn’t have to take a day off.

He shook his head as he forced himself to get out of bed, washing up and changing clothes before leaving his room. Walking around the castle, he kept a lookout for his knights and his sister so they wouldn’t catch him going to his office. Once no one was around, he opened the door to his office, letting out a sigh of relief when he found it empty.

As Xander began to work, he heard footsteps, every pace drawing his attention to the door until they passed. Growing more irritated, he rubbed his face and slouched back into his chair. Thanks to the many knights walking past his office, his focus had dissolved. He sighed and decided his time would be better spent doing something else.

Xander rubbed his neck as he walked around the castle, wandering in idle thought. He couldn’t remember the last time he truly rested and relaxed. Maybe it was in his childhood. Or was it when she was…

He stopped walking when he saw the edges of a picture frame come into view, scowling as he looked up at the painting. It was of his father and…

The crown prince shook his head as he continued walking, eventually finding himself in the kitchen. Since he was here, he could at least make something to eat. He was a little hungry anyway. He rummaged through the pantry and the fridge, grabbing several ingredients. After assembling the food on the counter, he took out a Dutch oven, placing a liberal amount of butter into the pot as it heated up on the stove.

While Xander took to cutting the vegetables, he blanked out, staring off into space as memories started to flood his mind. He remembered running into the kitchen with a big smile on his face. He approached the counter, watching a woman in the midst of cooking. Moments later he was picked up by her, and Xander recalled clutching to her arms as she started to hum. Her presence was calming. Warm.

She stopped humming and placed his hands on the wooden spoon to help stir what she was cooking, and he could hear her voice telling him to watch the Dutch oven. As they waited, she would go to the spacious part of the kitchen and begin to sing and dance with him.

Xander put the knife down and clutched the edge of the counter, feeling the tears roll down his cheeks. He took one big breath and wiped the tears from his face before picking up the knife again. The more he cooked, the more he started falling back on old memories, and there were some he wished he could forget.

He snapped back to reality when he heard a loud crash in the next room over, putting the knife in the sink and washing his hands before investigating the commotion. It was no surprise that it was Felicia who dropped an entire tray of teacups and a teapot. The poor girl was being scolded by some random noblewoman. Xander sighed as he walked over to her, placing his hand on her shoulder.

“What’s going on?” He asked, glaring at the noblewoman.

“M-My lord,” Felicia spoke, startled by his presence.

“Your Majesty!” The woman scowled. “This terrible maid crashed into me and spilled hot tea on my beautiful dress!”

Xander glanced down at Felicia. “Is that true?”

“N-No! I promise i-it wasn't me this time!” Felicia stuttered as she left his grasp. “I had all the-the dirty dishes and-and,” she gasped for air.

“Felicia, please,” Xander pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I was just trying to take these dirty dishes back to the kitchen. I saw her so I moved to the side and stood still so I wouldn’t crash into her. But she walked right into me. I didn’t realize that the tea kettle still had some tea in it,” she said hurriedly.

“That is not true!” The woman yelled. “She is a notoriously bad maid and a klutz! She saw me coming and purposely tripped, spilling the tea to ruin my dress and burn me!”

Xander sighed. “I understand that Felicia isn’t the best maid and that she is a klutz, but she is not one to lie. You, however, are.”

“How dare you!” She accused, storming off.

Felicia took a few deep breaths before picking up the dishes. “Thank you, my lord.”

“It’s nothing special,” he reassured her as he helped collect the broken pieces. “Are you unharmed?”

“Y-Yes. I am fine. I’m just a little shaken up.” She stood, holding out the tray for him to put the broken pieces on.

“Why don’t you help me in the kitchen?” He suggested. “I’m making some stew.”

“Are you sure?” Felicia asked, a touch anxious.

“Yes, I’m certain. Cooking always helped me calm down as a child,” he said, letting the words slip out.

“Really?” She giggled, dumping the broken dishes into the trash bin.

“Yes,” he replied.

Felicia smiled as she walked over to the counter, observing as Xander worked.

“Why are you staring at me?” He asked as he stopped cutting the meat.

“Just watching you.” She said, softly.

“Well, if you want something to do, you can always clean the table and dishes.”

“Of course!” She exclaimed, skipping over to a cupboard to grab a dishcloth.

As he cooked the stew, he watched her clean the table; the longer he did so, the more memories came to his mind. Xander remembered the woman who would watch him scurry over to the table to clean it, recalling how she ruffled his hair because he did such a good job. Together they would set the table, and she would wear such a big smile as he ate the food she had made.

“My lord?” Felicia softly said, glancing back at him. “Was there something that you wanted?”

“Oh,” he released the breath he had been holding, realizing his arm was outstretched to her. “I just wanted to learn about your responsibilities as a maid.”

“Really?” She laughed, clapping her hands.

“Yes,” he lied. He didn’t really want to, but he couldn’t say what was truly on his mind.

Felicia’s smile grew as she walked over to him. “We can start with making tea!”

Xander nodded as she began to instruct him. Trying—and failing—to absorb all of Felicia’s many tea instructions, he watched her as she moved around the kitchen, his eyes following her as she stared attentively at the teapot.

“My lord,” Felicia asked, bending down to meet his gaze. “Are you paying attention?”

“Yes,” he lied once more as his eyes found hers.

“Hmph, then why don’t you be a maid for a little bit,” she giggled.

“Wait, really?”

“Yes!”

A loud groan left his lips as she took his hand, carefully receiving the platter from her.

“Why don’t you try walking to the table?” Felicia said with a huge smile. “You saw me do it—now it’s your turn!”

Xander rolled his eyes as he made his way over to the table. After placing all the silverware, cups, plates, and napkins, he looked over to Felicia with a faint smile.

“Wow, amazing! I have never seen anyone do that so gracefully! Not even Jakob,” she praised, her mouth agape.

Xander said nothing and scratched the back of his head.

“Is everything alright?” Felicia asked, placing her hand on his shoulder.

“Yes, everything is fine,” he reassured her.

“Are you sure? You keep staring off into space.”

“I assure you I am fine,” he doubled down. “Now let’s get back to this whole maid thing.”

Felicia smiled and dragged him back to the counter. He smiled politely as she talked his ear off, and watched her walk over to the table to show him how to pour tea. Xander laughed a little as she crashed into the table, taking the teapot, teacups, tablecloth, and table down with her.

“I’m so sorry King Xander, I didn’t mean to break everything!” Felicia apologized, moving the broken dishes off of her.

“Are you alright?” He asked, holding out his hand. “I’m surprised you didn’t scream when you spilled the tea.”

“Yes, I am fine,” she reassured him, taking his hand. “I dress in extra layers so I don’t feel how the tea burns.”

“That’s…something,” he remarked, handing her a towel, to which she began to clean herself off with.

“Oh please, when you spill tea all the time, you figure out ways to protect yourself. Anyways, I should change.”

Left alone once more, Xander tended to the stew. It had been a long time since he saw and heard dishes crashing against the floor. After adding some extra spices, he grabbed a broom and a pan to clean up the mess, placing the table back onto its legs before sweeping up the broken dishes. As he tidied up, he fell back on his memories again. He remembered being a child and crying because he broke many plates, as well as a gentle hand held out to him and being held in a comforting pair of arms. Xander remembered her placing his head to her chest to feel the vibrations of her humming.

“Hush now child, please don’t cry,” he began to sing as he cleaned. “The sun will come out again.”

As he continued to sing, he cleaned up the broken dishes. Afterward, he stayed by the stove to keep an eye on the stew. More tears began to roll down his face.

“Let the sun shine…”

Xander grabbed a bowl, filled it to the top with stew, and walked over to the table. He looked out the window and sparsely ate his food.

“Let the sun shine,” he sang as he heard footsteps.

“Oh, there you are,” Camilla smiled. “Mm, it smells like her stew.”

“That’s because it is,” he said, looking over to her. “Pray it tastes the same as it did back then.”

She walked over to him, arms wrapping around him in a hug. “I miss her too.”

“I hope she is looking over us,” he sighed.

“She is, and I know she is proud of you,” she reassured him.

He nodded. “I just wish she were here.”

“I do too, but…” she trailed off, matching his silence.

“Why don’t I get everyone and we can enjoy the stew together,” she smiled. “I know Elise has been dying to try this since she was a child.”

“You told her all about it, didn’t you,” Xander chuckled.

“Yes,” she sighed. “I ran out of bedtime stories to tell, so I told her about your mother’s homemade recipes.”

“Heh,” he smiled.

“What?” She chuckled. “You have your mother’s cooking skills.”

“That I do, and I’m glad to be at least a little bit like her,” he affirmed. “Go get everyone and I will set the table.”

“Gladly,” Camilla agreed.

As she left, he rose from his seat and began to prepare the table for his siblings’ arrival. It wasn’t long before everyone shuffled into the kitchen. He faintly smiled as everyone ate the stew and laughed, a warm familiarity growing in his heart as they ate.

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I finally get to share my piece for the Xander zine that I was in! It was a blast writing about him and him remembering his mother with the stress of Felicia, whom I care for very much. He gives me so many feels.

Leftovers are open so you can buy your stuff here.

#my writing #fire emblem fates #xander #felicia #camilla #fire emblem if #fire emblem fanfiction

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lapinbunwrites · 4 months

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Waaaahhh! In this FE 3H art scuffle that I participated in, I received this lovely attack by @loola-a of a Fraldarius Family portrait featuring my oc of Duchess Fraldarius, Amelia and Glenn!! Also, please look at baby Felix, his little bowl cut and his eyes. He has not seen the horrors of the world, he is to pure for this world.

Please do not repost, steal, edit, use for AI/NFT, sell, etc. without permission!

#fire emblem three houses #amelirigue #amelia fraldarius #amelia von atalanta #rodrigue achille fraldarius #felix hugo fraldarius #glenn govan fraldarius #glenn fraldarius #oc: amelia fraldarius #oc: amelia von atalanta #oc: glenn govan fraldarius #fire emblem #fire emblem three hopes

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Title: Proposal in the Snow

Ratings: Gen

Warnings: None

Fandom: Fire Emblem Three Houses

Relationships: Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd/Mercedes von Martritz

Characters: Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd, Mercedes von Martritz

Additional Tags: Fluff, Slice of Life, Post-Azure Moon | Blue Lion's Route

Word Count: 1,359

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From Mercedes remembers, the part of Adrestia she grew up in didn't get much snow. The snow they got didn't compare to the amount Faerghus got, especially not compared to Fhirdiad. She only lived in northern Faerghus for a short amount of time, but it still amazed her how much snow they get. On top of all of that, she felt warmth in her heart as she saw the children play in it. Throwing snowballs at each other, making snowmen, and creating random new games they could think of. All of it was so adorable and heartwarming.

"There you are Mercedes," Dimitri smiled, placing his hand on her shoulder. "Are you having fun watching the children?"

"Yes, they are quite adorable," she chirped, looking up to him. "It's nice to see them still filled with cheer after the war."

"That is true, it's always nice to see them with a smile," he said, kissing her temple.

Mercedes let out a little noise in agreement. She turned around to face him, placing her bear hands on his face to pull him down for a kiss.

"Why aren't your hands covered?" Dimitri said, kissing her back. "You'll get frostbite if you don't cover them."

Mercedes laughed a little as he pulled away from her. Her laugh became louder as he took her hands to cover them with gloves.

"There, now your hands won't freeze," he said, still holding onto her hands.

"Thank you, Dimitri," she said, giving him another kiss. "You always take such great care of me."

"You only do the same for me," he smiled, kissing her back.

"Anyway, what are you doing out her?" She asked, taking one of her hands out of his and placing her other hand on his triceps.

"Looking for you," he said, walking with her through the town. "I just wanted to spend time with you."

Mercedes felt her face heat up as she walked with him. "Oh Dimitri."

"What?" He asked, moving her hand into his.

"Nothing, I'm just happy," Mercedes laughed.

"That's always nice to hear," Dimitri smiled, trying to get her out of the town.

Before they could leave town, a little child had hit Dimitri with a snowball. For a split second he was scared since he accidentally hit the King of Faerghus but laughter shortly left his lips when Mercedes hit him in the face with a snowball fight. Everyone scattered everywhere, throwing snowballs all over the town. Before they knew it, both Mercedes and Dimitri found themselves outside of town.

"There you are, my sweet Mercie," Dimitri laughed, catching up to her.

"Dimitri, my king," Mercedes laughed, turning to face him. She walked up to him, placing her head and hands on her chest. She felt at ease hearing his calm heartbeat. "I was getting worried I wouldn't see you again after you let those little kids chase you into that corner."

"Sorry, they seemed very happy about their plan of attack," he said, wrapping his arms around her body.

"Well, I'm glad you came back to me safe and sound," she teased feeling his warmth encompassing her whole being. She let out a little whimper, holding onto his fur cape as she felt him unwrap his arms. "Dimi, please don't."

"I'm sorry, my angel," he said, moving his hand into hers. "There is one thing I wanted to do before we go home."

"What is that?" She asked, walking with him.

"You'll see," he smiled, leading her down the cobble path.

Mercedes nodded as she continued walking. She hadn't seen this part of Fhirdiad before, it was a bit run down but it was very lively. People were singing, dancing, and eating, it was so beautiful to watch. She was a little stunned that they weren't staying here, but going further out of the way. She let out a chirp when she saw the garden full of roses, she had almost forgotten this place. Dimitri had taken her here a couple of times before as a little date of his. Both times were picnics, but one was in the fall and the other was in the spring. Out of all the times she has been here, the winter was the most beautiful. Seeing the roses still blooming in this time of year and having frost on them, it truly was a sight to see.

She let go of his hand, walking up to a rose bush holding out her hand to the flowers. Their fragrant even smelled amazing, if she could keep these roses, she would. She turned back around, laughing when she saw her beloved boyfriend mess with his satchel. As cute as he was trying to get it open, she couldn't leave him there to struggle. Mercedes smiled, gently helping buckle the leather straps from their clasps. She walked around the garden, looking at every last rose before finding a bench to sit on.

"Mercedes!" Dimitri called out, walking around with a box in his hand. "Mercedes!"

"Over here!" Mercedes yelled out. "Just keep going straight."

"Straight?" He asked, walking around for a few minutes to find her. "Oh, there you are."

She gave him a gentle smile as he wobbled his way towards her. "Are you okay?"

"Ye-Yes, I'm fine," he reassured her, tripping over his feet, and dropping his box. "Oh, where did it go?"

"Where did what go?" She asked, looking at the ground around them.

"Nothing," he said, getting down on his knees.

Mercedes slowly moved her body down to the ground, feeling around to see if she could find his lost item.

"My angel, you don't have to help," he said, his lips beginning to pinch together.

"It's alright, my king," she said, placing her hands on his face. "This is important to you."

"Yes, it is," he said, trying to get her back on the bench. "I want to be the one to find this object."

"Dimitri, please let me help you," she pouted as she struggled out of his grasp.

"No, it's alright," he reassured her, letting her go. "I am more than capable of finding a box."

"A box?" She asked, getting back on her knees. "Why do you have a box?"

"It's uh, nothing," he said, stumbling over his words.

Mercedes let out a gasp, finding the box under the chair. She let out a groan when she felt Dimitri pull her into his embrace. "Ouch."

"I'm sorry Mercedes," his breath becoming faster. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine," she reassured him, pressing her back against his chest. "I'm more concerned with you."

"I'm fine, but do you mind handing me that box?" He asked, moving his hands into hers.

She stretched out her hands, feeling his hands on her forearms.

"Mercedes," he pleaded, not trying to get the box back from her.

"Dimitri, this is!" She gasped as she opened the box. She turned her body to face him, giving him a big kiss. "Dimitri, I love you!"

"I know," he smiled, kissing her forehead.

"No wonder you were acting weird!" Mercedes smiled, pressing her back against his chest again. She took one good look at the ring, seeing that the gem was in the shape of a sun. "This is such a beautiful ring!"

"Yes, it was my birth mothers wedding ring," Dimitri agreed, placing the band on her ring finger.

"Are you sure I can have this?" She asked, entwining her hand with his.

"Of course. My father said my mother wanted me to give it to the person I wanted to marry," he smiled, holding her hand tightly. "Mercedes, will you marry me and become my queen?"

"Yes, of course I will!" She chirped, turning her body around to give him a kiss. "I love you so much!"

"I love you too," he said, kissing her back as he fell onto his back, crunching some of the snow.

Mercedes got up from the ground with help from Dimitri, dancing before they went home.

Their wedding was held in the spring in the same garden that Dimitri proposed in. They were surrounded by their friends, families, and the roses that Mercedes loved.

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I almost missed @ferarepairweek lmao. I was not about to miss that, I want to try to push the DimiMercie agenda show my love for them. They always warm my heart. So I combined two prompts together because I missed the first four days and right now I have days one and two together, snow and proposals. A while ago I wrote a piece about Mercedes reminiscing about her proposal when she was pregnant and I wanted to showcase that or at least some of it. I'm so happy that I was able to in this fic.

I am also hoping to do a couple of more before this event ends. I have a few more ships that I want to do, I have like five more that I want to. I don't know if I will be able to get to them all, but I hope I can. I have so many I want to show ;;;;

#my writing #fire emblem three houses #dimimercie #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #mercedes von martritz #fire emblem #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd/mercedes von martritz #mercedes von martritz/dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd x mercedes von martritz #mercedes von martritz x dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #dimitri x mercedes #mercedes x dimitri #dimitri/mercedes #mercedes/dimitri

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lapinbunwrites · 4 months

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Day 2: Jewelry

This is proof that single minded obsession with a rare ship and sudden inspiration can take you places I'm not doing backgrounds anyways

I wanted to write something but... it's 2 a.m. and my neck hurts, but I loved doing this piece!

#fire emblem #HOLY SHIT ANOTHER FELICIA AND XANDER SHIPPER #this is so fricking cute #they make me soft

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lapinbunwrites · 4 months

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Waaaahhhh thank you again for this!! They are so cute and so happy with sibling bonding!! (❁´◡`❁)

Prompts: Butler Outfits, Modern/Coffee Shop/Musician/Pokemon AU

I'll go traditional for the classics too!

For the FE Artscuffle - Shadow Dragon Event

Marth/Caeda is for @z-cerulean

Marth & Elice is for @lapinbunwrites (tagged you this time!!)

#fire emblem #they are so cute thank you!!

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Waahhhh! I'm glad you love it! It brings me warmth to know that!

And thank you!

Title: A Night in the Woods

Rating: Gen

Warnings: None

Fandom: Fire Emblem Three Houses

Relationships: Rodrigue Achille Fraldarius & Glenn Govan Fraldarius, Rodrigue Achille Fraldarius & Felix Hugo Fraldarius, Glenn Govan Fraldarius & Felix Hugo Fraldarius

Characters: Rodrigue Achille Fraldarius, Glenn Govan Fraldarius, Felix Hugo Fraldarius

Additional Tags: Fluff, Family Bonding

Word Count: 3,119

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Rodrigue couldn’t remember the last time he had a vacation, let alone with his family. With all of them constantly working around the clock, none of them had the time to take a break. Thankfully he was able to find the time to schedule a couple of weeks off from work, but the weirdest was when Glenn’s and Felix’s schedules lined up with his. They hardly wanted to spend time with him now since they were older. He knew this was going to happen with children getting older, he knew this as a parent, but it still broke his heart.

Rodrigue was becoming more and more giddy as his vacation with his boys grew closer and closer. He even had it written on his calendar and circled with a red marker around the date. He couldn’t wait to go up to the cabin in the mountains that he inherited from his mother when she passed away. Rodrigue and his younger brother would go up there all the time when they were children, and he did it as much as he could with his own family.

The night before going up to the cabin, his son’s stayed the night at home since it would be easier for them to get up to the mountains. He was surprised that they both decided to stay the night at home, especially with Glenn. Over the years, after graduating college, Glenn kept his distance from Rodrigue and he never knew why. He could only imagine it was because he was this big name in Fodlan and Glenn wanted to make it out on his own. Glenn probably didn’t want to tack himself to his father, this was Rodrigue’s only guess. Felix on the other hand, they’ve been growing distant since he entered college. It still felt like he was in his rebellious phase and wanted nothing to do with his own father. It broke his heart that his children did not want to do much with him. He was expecting them to come back around again here soon.

Out of habit before going to bed, Rodrigue checked up on his sons to make sure they were asleep. He smiled as he covered them up with their blankets and gave them a kiss on their heads before going to his own room. He didn’t really care that they were adults now, he still loved doing his little habits with his children. He curled up into bed, cuddling with his wife. Rodrigue was sad she wasn’t coming, but she knew why. This whole thing was for him and his sons to connect with each other again, and she was the one to suggest it.

In the morning, it took him a little bit to get ready. Rodrigue made sure that they had everything. When he got into the living room, he saw that both of his sons were ready and messing with their sons.

“Took you long enough,” Glenn said sarcastically, looking up from his phone.

“Sorry,” Rodrigue rolled his eyes. “I just want to make sure we have everything.”

“Oh please,” Felix scoffed. “You know we do.”

“Felix,” Rodrigue sighed. “I don’t want you to break down crying again when you forgot a toy of yours.”

“That was a nightmare,” Glenn egged his younger brother.

“Hey! That happened one time and I was eight!” Felix reminded them both.

“So, I double check to make sure we have everything,” Rodrigue said, walking towards the door with his suitcase. “Let’s get going. The sooner we get there, the better.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Felix sighed, putting his headphones in.

It was a quiet ride to their cabin. Rodrigue was driving with Glenn in the passenger seat, sleeping to make up for the lost sleep from working too much, and Felix in the back listening to his own music and messing with his phone. He missed the times when they were younger, before Felix entered highschool. Glenn and Felix would always sit in the back of the car to talk about how they would stay up all night to make a fort and play around. They would sit and talk about how they were going to sneak out at night to explore the woods and catch the woodland creatures.

Their plans always failed, Rodrigue was always able to catch them. He would take their hands, walking back to the cabin. On the way back, his two sons would talk endlessly about how the forest looked at night. How the moon glistened on the mountains and lake in the midnight dark, and it was only accented by the shining stars. But they were both sad when they weren’t able to go up the mountain to see the beautiful view of the woods and their cabin.

Remembering holding little Felix’s hand as he watched Glenn walk ahead of them, it brought tears to his eyes.

“Mmph,” Glenn muttered out, opening his eyes to look over to his dad. “Why are you crying old man?”

“Oh, nothing,” Rodrigue said, using his free hand to wipe the tears strolling down his eyes. “It’s probably nothing,” Felix groaned out. “He’s just a weepy man.”

“Felix,” Glenn said, reaching over to slap his brother’s leg.

“Hey!” Felix shouted. “What was that for?”

“Be nice to dad,” Glenn scoffed.

“You just called him old man!” Felix slapped him back.

“So? This is our relationship,” Glenn catching Felix’s hand.

“Enough, the both of you,” Rodrigue intervened. “What’s with you two lately? You guys have been fighting a lot more recently.”

Both of them just growled at Rodrigue.

“Whatever,” Rodrigue sighed, rolling his eyes, and pulling into the driveway of the cabin. “We’re here.”

Rodrigue sniffed as they all walked into the cabin, not realizing how unused it had been in the past few years. He missed the times when Glenn and Felix ran into the cabin, yelling and grabbing everything in sight to make a fort. It always brought a smile to his face when they were rough housing, it always reminded when he and his brother were young. Now, they weren’t talking to each other and shoving each other in their rooms. Rodrigue could feel his heart break when they went their separate ways.

With his broken heart, he walked into his room, and laid his suitcase on his big bed. He traced his hand over the thick cotton blanket, he faintly smiled as he remembered the good times on the bed. After coming back to the cabin after his son’s failed night exploration, they would get onto the bed and start jumping on it to get out to let out late night jitters. Then they would crawl under the covers, hugging him tight as they all slept. Oh, how nice those memories were. He could only wish he could go back to those times.

Rodrigue laid out all of his stuff, placing his clothes in the plain wooden dresser that was close to his bedroom door. He really needed to dust it, he needed to dust everything. Before he did that, he sat on the windowsill on the other side of his dresser and looked out the window. It was still a very beautiful view, you could see the tall trees towering over everything, but they still let the sun shine through. Being able to see the dirt, flowers, and wildlife was rather calming. Rodrigue smiled, he knew what he could do with the boys.

As he got out of his seat, he excitedly scurried out of his room to go to Glenn’s and Felix. He felt his heart fall to his stomach when he went to check up on his sons. Glenn was dead asleep, curled under his blankets and Felix ignored his knocks and ignored him when tried to get his attention. Rodrigue sighed and decided to go with his other plan, clean up. This vacation wasn’t really feeling like a vacation.

He quietly worked around the cabin, dusting, cleaning clothes, rewashing dishes, and other domestic activities. By the time Rodrigue got done, it was starting to get late. This was the part of the vacation he dreaded, cooking. He had never been a good cook. The last time he had cooked something was in his early twenties and trying to impress his wife. He ultimately burned down his apartment kitchen and she took over the cooking for the past thirty years of their marriage.

Rodrigue knew that his sons weren’t going to help. Glenn was probably still asleep and Felix couldn’t deal with his father being near him when he cooked. His hands began to shake as he opened the cabinets to grab a dutch oven. He clunkily put it on the stove, turning on the highest heat. From there, it was a bit of a disaster. Rodrigue accidentally burned the oil, filling the air with a pungent burnt smell and smoke.

“What the hell?” Glenn said confused as he groggily walked into the kitchen. “Why are you cooking again?”

“We need to eat,” Rodrigue coughed, trying to clear the air of smoke.

Glenn sighed as he helped his father clean up his mess. He turned down the heat and moved the dutch oven into the sink.

“Thank you, Glenn,” Rodrigue said, taking out a fan out of the pantry and turning it on.

“What were you trying to make?” Glenn groaned.

“I was trying to make a beef and sweet potato stew,” Rodrigue replied, letting out the last of his boisterous dad cough.

Glenn rolled his eyes as he looked at what they had. “You were never going to be able to make that.”

“Why’s that?” Rodrigue asked, walking over to his son.

“Because we don’t have any beef, you fool,” Glenn teased.

“Heh, well what do we have?” Rodrigue laughed.

“We have food for a garlic soba noodle bowl,” Glenn smiled, pushing his father out of the kitchen.

“Will you stop pushing me, please?” Rodrigue said, his smile turning into a frown.

“No, because I know you will want to help and you’ll burn down the kitchen,” Glenn insisted, feeling his father use his body weight to stop the pushing. “I will pick you up and carry you to the couch.”

Rodrigue began to laugh again, using his weight to let them both fall to the floor, making a loud thud that Felix could hear.

“What is going on?” Felix groaned, scowling when he saw his father laying on top of his brother.

“Get off of me!” Glenn yelled, pushing Rodrigue off of him.

Rodrigue’s laugh was just as boisterous as his cough when Glenn pushed him onto the wood kitchen floor. He grabbed Glenn’s hand when he offered to help him up, fixing his clothes when he stood.

“What’s that look for, Fe,” Glenn asked, scuffling Felix’s hair.

“Because you guys were making too much noise and annoying me,” Felix lied.

“Awe, c’mon Felix,” Glenn said, moving his arm over his younger brother’s shoulder. “You are more than welcome to join the fun.”

“Hmph, fine. I don’t need this old fool messing it up again,” Felix groaned, walking over to the kitchen counter.

Rodrigue smiled as walked over to the other side of the kitchen counter, sitting on a seat to watch his children cook. It felt relieving to Rodrigue being able to see his sons work together and make dinner together. Watching them chat, catch up, and laugh was bringing a warmth to Rodrigue’s heart.

All three of them were able to talk over dinner, talking about work, what Felix was doing in college, and how Rodrigue and their mother were doing. This is where Rodrigue learned that Glenn was dating someone and Felix was learning the intricacies of the music world. This is where they found out that Rodrigue was planning on retiring. He may be a little young for it, but he was able to save enough money for it and was excited to be able to spend some more time with his family.

“What?” Felix said, shocked. “How does mom feel about this?”

“Ha! Like you can sit down and do nothing,” Glenn said bluntly, drinking the broth of his dinner.

“I haven’t told her yet,” Rodrigue answered Felix, eating the last bit of his food. “And that’s not true.”

“Oh please,” Glenn snarked, placing down his bowl. “Why do you think we are up here? You are going to drag us around town to find something to do.”

“That is not true,” Rodrigue sarcastically gasped.

Felix just rolled his eyes as he finished up his dinner.

Rodrigue laughed as he took all of their dishes to clean. He glanced up from the sink, surprised that his children were still at the table. He would have thought they would have gone back to their room and screw up their sleeping schedule. He felt elated that they were still around.

“Where do you think you’re going, old man?” Felix asked, watching his father walk over to the front door.

“I’m going out into the woods,” Rodrigue replied, putting on his jacket. To his surprise, he saw Glenn and Felix walk over and put on their coats. “What are you two doing?”

“Coming with you,” Felix said, zipping up his jacket.

“You’re an old man,” Glenn said, sarcastically.

Rodrigue choked up as he clinged to his sons. “I knew you boys cared about me!”

“Don’t get the wrong idea, you fool,” Felix harped, pushing Rodrigue off of him.

“Old man,” Glenn huffed, following Felix’s lead. “Let’s just go.”

Rodrigue laughed and opened the door, allowing his children to walk out first. He walked slowly behind his sons, watching them walk side-by-side, and pointing out the different things that they see on the trail. It was a nice change of pace walking with them in the woods instead of chasing them down and bringing them home. It got him thinking that his sons were probably happy they were able to be in the woods at night.

“Where are you going?” Glenn asked, glancing over to his father.

“To the base of the mountain,” Rodrigue replied, catching up with the two.

“Can you even climb the mountain with your old man bones?” Felix asked, sarcastically.

“Felix,” Rodrigue sighed, messing with his hair.

“Hey, now!” Felix yelled, fending off his father’s hand.

“I’m not that old,” Rodrigue said, walking in front of them.

“Why are we going that way?” Glenn asked, trying to catch up with his father.

“Because there is something I wanted to show you guys,” Rodrigue smiled.

“Oh?” Glenn said, his voice perking up. “What is it?”

“It’s a surprise,” Rodrigue said as he kept walking.

Glenn and Felix rolled their eyes as they trailed behind him.

Their walk turned out to be the same as their car ride here, quite. There was much to be said, only seeing the forest for what it was. The nice moonlit walk showing them the way, hearing the rustling bushes, the little sounds from the animals around them, being able to see their heavy breaths in the increasingly cold climate. Their walk became slightly harder as they began walking up the base of the mountain, especially for Rodrigue. He was beginning to fall behind his children.

“Dad?” Glenn said, glancing behind him. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” Rodrigue replied, feeling short of breath. “I’m fine.”

“You don’t look it,” Felix said, stopping. “You look like you’re getting worn out.”

“I assure you, I’m fine,” Rodrigue said, slowly moving his body up the hill, only to fall.

“Dad!” Glenn yelled, rushing over to him. “This wasn’t a good idea.”

“I’m alright, I’m alright,” Rodrigue reassured his son. He felt Glenn help him up and allow his son to put his arm around his shoulder. He smiled when Felix took his other arm and put it around his shoulder. “Thank you boys.”

Glenn smiled and rolled his eyes as they continued to walk.

“How much further do we have to walk?” Felix asked, walking slowly with his brother and father.

“Just upon that rock,” Rodrigue replied, pointing towards a rock ledge that was thirty feet in front of him.

Felix nodded and kept at the same pace as the other two.

After a long, slow walk, they eventually made it to the ledge of the woods from above the trees. Rodrigue let out a breath, being able to see it, as he smiled down on the cabin. It was nice to see the dark green trees being illuminated by the moon and the stars. With the dim light, they could see the sky being covered with snow flurries descend upon the earth.

“Wow,” Glenn said, amazed and with a big smile.

Felix didn’t say anything, he was just stunned at the beautiful scenery.

“All my life, I wanted to see this,” Glenn said, his eyes widening as he watched the snow fall.

“This is beautiful,” Felix finally muttered out.

Rodrigue smiled as his boys looked at the scenery, very pleased with himself. It had been so long since he saw their smiles, to see their eyes wide with joy. It brought him so much warmth and pride. He held his sons close, giving them a hug, being happy that they returned it.

“We better get home,” Felix said. “It’s getting past your bedtime, old man.”

Rodrigue chuckled, letting go of Felix.

“Yeah, plus this cold weather is good on your joints,” Glenn teased.

Rodrigue placed his hands on Glenn’s cheeks, pulling him closer to give him small kisses. He laughed more as Glenn fended him off.

“Stop that!” Glenn said, his face heating up as he heard his younger brother laugh loudly.

“Are you feeling left out, little Felix?” Rodrigue asked, doing the same to him.

“Hey now!” Felix yelled, pushing his father away.

“I love you boys,” Rodrigue said.

“We know,” they both said in unison. The both paused, taking a few seconds to try to muster up their words in response to his.

“I know, boys,” Rodrigue smiled, knowing exactly what they wanted to say. “We better get going.”

They both nodded their heads and walked next to their father on the way home. It was a long night that both Glenn and Felix went straight to bed. In his usual habits, Rodrigue went around and made sure that everything was clean. He also checked up on his son’s, retucking them in when they were asleep, and giving them a kiss on their forehead. He took one last long look out the window before curling up under the blankets. Little did Rodrigue know, while he was asleep, Glenn and Felix snuck under the covers and hugged him tightly as they slept. Rodrigue was truly happy to have the children that he had.

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Happy Nagamas to @kakyoindeservedbetter! I am your @nagamas gifter and I gift you with the feels of the Fraldarius'. I love this family so much and dealing with this prompt was an utter joy. I hope you love it just as much as I had writing it! And I hope you enjoy the winter and fill your space with warmth and hot food and drinks.

#reblog

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