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nabateaprodigy · 10 months

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Hello! Can I request Fire Emblem Heroes King of Faerghus!Dimitri x Summoner!Reader where Dimitri confesses to the Reader by asking them to stay by his side like in his level 40 conversation but Reader thinks he means it more professionally/as an advisor, but ends with them getting together?

A King and his Summoner

Series: Fire Emblem.

Character: King of Faerghus!Dimitri.

Genre: Fluff.

Proofread: Yes.

Reader: Summoner!Reader.

Notes: Reader is Gender Neutral.

Ever since Dimitri had been summoned to Askr it had been something new and unexpected for him. His friends and loved ones were there. Along with other versions of himself and his friends!

It took him a while to adjust to this new kingdom and see different versions of his friends. However, Dimitri had someone there for him since he arrived to adjust to this new kingdom.

Who was that someone? Why it was you of course! Ever since you summoned Dimitri you and him grew with each other and developed a deep bond with one another.

From helping him in battle after battle and defeating countless foes. To help him understand how even ended up in Askr and explain things he was unfamiliar with.

Dimitri and you had been there for each other and became very close over time. Although lately, Dimitri had been thinking something over as of late. It's about you and how he felt towards you.

Dimitri valued his and your time together but wanted more for you and him to spend every day together. So he planned to tell you how he felt as he planned to with you later in the day. The time was quickly approaching so he left to speak with you at the location he told you to meet at.

When Dimitri arrived he already saw you there waiting for him. "Ah, summoner thank you for taking the time to speak with me," Dimitri spoke already relaxing by being near you.

"Of course, Dimitri getting to spend any more time with you. Is something I'd take the opportunity to do!" Always so kind and honest Dimitri liked that about you.

"There is something rather important I would like to speak with you about." He spoke again struggling to find his words. However, after some time he finally finds the words to say.

"When you summoned me here to Askr I had already been crowd King back home in Faerghus. But even as a King I continue to grow and learn new things. So far here in Askr all of that has been thanks to you summoner."

He paused for a moment before speaking once again. "Please summoner stand by my side and help me become a king Faerghus can be proud of!" He spoke now awaiting your response.

"But I already have been Dimitri! For the entire time, I have had you here with me. There was no need to speak with about this!" You let a chuckle after finishing what you said to him.

That...was not the response he was expecting maybe he should be more direct? Yes surely by being more direct about what he truly says and what he is feeling! "Ah of course summoner but I meant it in a different light."

"I wish for you to stand by my side as my king/queen. So that with you by my side I will have all the support and love I need. For the people of Faerghus to have a king they can be proud of."

You were stunned for a moment unsure of what to say. However, after a while, you gathered your thoughts and gave a response to Dimitri. "Oh, Dimitri so that's what you meant. Then yes I'll be your king/queen and stand by your side. By being with you I'll show Faerghus how lucky they are to have such an amazing king."

Dimitri smiled as he embraced you in a hug. "Thank you summoner you've truly made me a happy king. I love you." You hugged Dimitri. "And I love you too Dimitri."

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hana-no-seiiki · 1 year

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BYLETH EISNER is a man best kept alone to his devices. As a student, Claude didn’t know much about the enigmatic professor who could cleave mountains with his sheer might. As a man after your affections, he only knew that he was an obstacle to his goals. The Ashen Demon wasn’t that discreet when it came to his . . . attraction.

Opening up his journal to find out more on his rival, he knew what kind of horrors he’d find. But it still didn’t prepare him for the lunacy written upon yellowed parchment.

this D I A R Y belongs to . . .

↳ ❝ PLAYER 00 : BYLETH EISNER ¡! ❞ — please destroy return if found !

(:̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅: ❝IF YOU DON’T LOVE ME, WHO WILL?❞ :]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)

ENTRY 00 — ALWAYS & FOREVER

Why was it that you always, always landed out of my arm’s reach? Wasn’t this a game? A game made to fulfill my desires? A game made to help me escape reality and the agonizing lack of romance in my life?

So why did you always end up with someone else? No matter how many true resets I’ve made, no matter the different ways I’ve approached you and even the extent I’ve isolated you from the other house leaders, you always, always, ended up with one of them.

Hell, it didn’t matter that you assisted Edelgard with her acquisition of Fodlan one time. You still somehow found yourself in the bed of none other than Dimitri himself. The fool always took you in no matter what horrors you caused on him or his allies.

I stared at your old, frail body. Thanks to the Goddess’s aid in this timeline, I’ve never aged a day. I stayed youthful and spry as you and Edelgard grew to rule the new land I had acquired for her.

Your wrinkly skin still felt heavenly to caress. Each second of continuous contact filled me with more and more pleasure; less and less self-control.

Maybe if I were bolder, more radical with my approaches. Maybe if I had just eliminated them all before they stand a chance.

Maybe then I won’t have to just sit and stare but hold you close and cage you within my arms. My snowbird that always deserted me during spring, a being so allergic to sunlight that you ran away from him endlessly despite the warmth he devotedly provided.

I am the Sun. There was no room to argue with that fact.

And I will always be there, shining my unbearably powerful rays of scorching hot light upon you.

1155 It seems that were born as snow and ice. The closest one might get to the term brigid. Quite fitting since you are set to rule a nation by such a name when your father, the current ruler, passes away.

You weren’t supposed to take the throne at all. Your older brother was a fit heir. He had spares in the form of his children as well. But, as your eldest niece Petra is too young, you had to take responsibility of an entire nation even though you weren’t much older.

1175 After the death of your brother, you were sent to Adrestia as a symbol of newfound trust. However shaky it might be, you had no choice but to fulfill your duties. It seems even from a young age you were already cold, as accounts of you described a mature, straight laced girl. You knew, much earlier than everyone else that despite your high stature in society, you were only but a pawn to time and destiny.

All this came in useful when it was discovered that all Adrestian royal children were kidnapped. So you did not only have to fulfill the role of heir apparent to a country but a country and an Empire. Those who slithered in the dark made your authenticity as new royal kin solid far too quickly. No one even got to question it as you replaced Edelgard’s older siblings in meetings and formal events.

A simple story of your own albeit feigned kidnapping years ago, plus a few spells here in there to change your eye color to purple, guaranteed you a spot next to the Emperor. You lost everything: your identity, your brother, your friends back home; only to have gained a small chance to even take the throne that oppressed you. The Emperor, in turn, also got to keep his position. His luxurious, heavy crown and clothing in exchange for continuing the façade and perpetuating the play.

After Edelgard’s return to the stage, a lot changed. Factions formed left and right on who should take the throne next. Would it be the bastard child that proved to be a worthy heir, or the true child of Adrestia who’s yet to prove herself? But in beyond the glitz and glamor of the stage, you two shared quite a strong bond. You taught Edelgard many of your secrets when it came to the act. How one would stay calm under pressure, and to keep an air of confidence when all you can think of is self-doubt. In exchange, the Agarthans saw you fulfilling your duty as their spy diligently. You rose in the ranks of both areas in the speed of light.

You were determined to free yourself from the shackles, a consequence of the ichor you were blessed with.

Everything had been set.

An escape cometh Spring.

1180 You, Edelgard, and your niece Petra are sent to be the representatives of the Empire in the Officer’s Academy.

I have already planned out what to do for this timeline.

And this time? You won’t be getting away.

A/N: I couldn’t for the life of me find a Fire Emblem 3H fic that included both the three house leaders and Byleth as romantic interests so I decided to take one out of Thanos’s books and do it (make one) myself.

There will be other yanderes as well but the House Leaders + Byleth are the main ones.

Reader will be the horniest aro, just watch.

I already had a FE3H concept I could have gone to in my Quotev account but was like NAHHHH I WANT REVERSE SAGAU(ish) BUT FIRE EMBLEM. So here we are.

Unfortunately because of how this is formatted I’m not able to make individual chapter warnings but I’ll be making a masterpost where everything is listed.

Fun Fact: In Japanese, Fire Emblem 3H is called 風花雪月 literally translating to Wind (Claude), Flower (Edelgard), Snow (Rhea or in this case, [Y/N]) and Moon (Dimitri). So the white theme is based off of that. I’ve been working on this for so long and wanted to make a house named Ashen Scales to contrast Edelgard BUT NOPE WE GOT THE DLC AND AS MUCH AS I LOVE YURI- AAAAA.

This will be the first and last A/N so don’t worry about these long ass paragraphs happening again.

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envihellbender · 1 year

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Dwyer anon here. Dom feeder Raphael that wants to make his sweetheart immobile?

Feeder Emblem: Raphael Kirsten

Content: dom feeder, sub feedee, Raphael x GN reader

If Raphael had a sinister bone in his body, you’d say he planned the whole thing from the beginning. He always invited you to eat with him during one of his many meals in the day, and in the dining hall he always had a feast made for him. The first time he piled ten plates onto the table in front of the both of you, proudly proclaiming that you were to share. You wanted to be polite and ate as much as you can, you found he watched you intently with his friendly smile and warm eyes.

“Come on! You can have some more,” Raphael said, pushing another plate in front of you. You follow his instructions. That was, in hindsight, the first sign. Perhaps when his large, warm calloused hand held it in front of you he was asking for your permission to continue. By accepting you opened the door, and that’s when things started to spiral.

You met every day, and as your relationship flourished, as the meal was filled with kisses on your knuckles and a thick arm around your shoulders Raphael became more and more demanding. Instead of gentle nudges, he wouldn’t take no for an answer. His honey coloured eyes almost dared you to say the safe word, but you never did. You always ate more and more. His thick, strong hands would rub your belly afterwards, it discended obscenely from the mountains of food he pushed you to eat. You’d hiccup as he did, growing dizzy as you wondered if you’d vomit. As the buttons popped from your shirt and you saw your belly pouring into your lap Raphael clapped in delight.

“I can’t believe you managed to gain so much already! I’m so proud of you, darlin’,” he said wrapping an arm around and giving your chubby cheek a long, deep kiss. “Now let’s keep feeding you until that pretty butt of yours breaks the bench.”

“No, no,” you said swaying. “If I keep eating I’ll be sick. Or my stomach will burst.”

“If you wanna stop, just say the word,” Raphael said with a smirk and glinting eyes. You swallowed, the arrangement had been going for months and you’d tripled in size since it began. Your clothes were straining and barely able to contain your girth.

“I… can keep going,” you reply. You didn’t get this far by giving up.

“There we go!” Raphael replied giving you a gentle squeeze. “Come on, let’s keep going. I’ll refill the plates. We can make a night of it.”

#raphael kirsten #dom feeder #sub feedee #fe3h #gender neutral reader #reader x Raphael #envi writes #prompt #anon

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qtipcottonbuds · 2 years

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𝙎𝙀𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙎 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

a compiled list of varying multiple chapter fics from different fandoms, these contain more chapters than usual, and have their own set list for each chapter. to be continually updated >:D and the links below send you to A03 !!

FIRE EMBLEM THREE HOPES/THREE HOUSES,,

DORMANT ; (FANTASY, MEDIEVAL, SLOW BURN)

- overall warnings ;; themes of prejudice, racism, colonialism, imperialism, murder, graphic descriptions of gore, possible strong language, referenced parallels to the current political climate, abuse of power and corrupt governments, mass genocide etc, use of nuclear weapons, allusions and implications of sexual assault and abuse, suicidal ideation and the thoughts of active suicide etc.

- this series will contain major spoilers to those who haven’t played Three Houses, as well as Three Hopes (due to the alternative timeline), please bear this in mind <3 as well as references of lore and excerpts of hidden implications etc. additionally, you’ll see some references to older fire emblem games >:D

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA,,

LIKE FLIES AND LEAPERS ; (FANTASY, SLOW BURN) - to be uploaded.

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glazesunflower · 2 years

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Welcome to my blog!

Hi and thank you for being here! You can call me June 😊 I write fanfiction and you'll find lots of Character x Reader content here! Mostly for female characters because I'm very bisexual <3

Important things to know:

She/Her, not a minor.

Fandoms I write for: Genshin Impact, RWBY, Demon Slayer, My Hero Academia and FE3H.

I will write: requests, headcanons, drabbles and fanfics <3

I will not write: Male reader. I'll focus on Female reader or Gender Neutral reader.

Requests are currently: Open. Up to 3 characters per request, please!

My current status is: Online.

Check (this link!) for the Masterlist of all my posts!

Check (this link!) to find more content in my AO3 account!

The ask box is open for casual talk too! I would love to be friends :)

More details under the cut!

Things I will write for (more details):

Fluff and hurt/comfort are my go-to tropes. I will write angst, non requited, nsfw, etc as well.

I'm bisexual with a preference for girls, so I will write for female characters more often.

Female reader is my preferred, but you can also request gender neutral reader and I'll write it gladly.

NSFW will not be my main focus but I can write it too.

I will not write for characters that are kids unless it's a prompt that picks my interest and it's, of course, strictly platonic.

I will write platonic hcs, though I'm more inclined to write romantic x reader.

I also write for character x character ships! As long as it's not problematic. And I'm more keen on the wlw pairs.

Things I will NOT write for (more details):

Any NSFW with minor/teenage characters.

Incest.

Yandere/Religious themes.

Male reader. Not for any special reason, I'm just more comfortable with female and gender neutral reader.

Non-playable characters from Genshin (Dainsleif, male Harbringers). Sorry.

Developmental/Neurological Disorders (Autism, ADHD, Tourette, etc). I'm neurotypical and I would hate to misrepresent the community. Mental disorders (Anxiety, Depression, PTSD, etc) are alright.

And that is all. Thank you for reading!

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin headcanons #genshin x y/n #rwby #rwby x reader #kny #kny x reader #arcane #arcane x reader #fe3h #fe3h x reader #bnha x reader #bnha x you #bnha headcannons

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sucuretcannelle · 10 months

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𝑾𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑹𝑬𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑺

A few things before I mention the fandoms I'm willing to write for:

-I have procrastination problems. I cannot guarantee I'll get to your ask quickly.

-If I don't wanna write a request I literally just won't. I'll tell you though

-Don't be rude, I will clown you, my mutuals will clown you, your mother will clown you, don't even try it

-If I can't write something I'll answer it asap to not leave you hanging

-I won't answer asks in any particular order, just the ones I like the most first

-I'll make them mostly gender neutral unless gender needs to come up

𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒:

-Race specific asks besides for black people.

-Country specific asks.

-Asks that are fully LGBTQ focused, now here's the thing: I will literally be writing the same thing over and over again, you don't need me to write about how the characters will validate you in that manner.

-Smut unless it's for my ocs (will be posted on @thebackroomsss instead). Suggestive things are allowed though

-Dark content (I cannot take it seriously).

-Fanfics. Ain't nobody (me) got that time.

-Match ups. Oh my god I wrote so many mach ups it was insane.

𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒:

-Headcanons

-Drabbles (typically on my own accord)

-x black readers. Gotta help the community yk 🙋 you don't have to be black but those requests will prioritize over others

𝐹𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑠 𝐼'𝑚 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟:

Our Life B & A

Demon Slayer

Monster prom 1

Cryptid Crush

Saiki K

Blooming Panic

Metanoia/ FG(the RP)

Stardew Valley (Currently just all the bachelors except Sebastian)

Honkai Star Rail

Fe3h

Ginny & Georgia

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

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return-of-a-space-cowboy · 2 years

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If you’re still doing request could I ask for “I tried to work this issue out the conventional way, now it’s time I sort this out my way” with Hubert.

Sure! This is my first request for FE3H so I hope I did well

It's been a while

(Yandere Hubert X Gender neutral reader)

“No! I’m not doing this” you yelled for what felt like the first time in your life. Your voice echoed across the walls of the holy tomb as all of your peers looked at you in shock. Even the professor had joined them but to you, it still felt wrong. Edelgard was the flame emperor this whole time. She was the culprit behind almost everything that had happened since you had come to the academy, so many people died because of her.

“(Y/n) don’t make a fool of yourself!” Hubert scolded you, making you shiver.

Hubert always knew how to shake you to your core and he used that intimidating control to make you do whatever he wanted from you. That’s how he got you to be in a relationship with him, but you have to stand up for yourself right now.

“No, I’m not following you!” you exclaimed.

Hubert opened his mouth but Edelgard stopped him.

“They’ve made their decision, besides we have to leave,” she told him.

That was the last you’d see of your peers.

🌹🌹🌹

For the last five years, you had been in the kingdom trying what little you could to stop the empire from taking over what remained of the kingdom. you’d been working with a few others in an attempt to halt the empire's trade routes. Unfortunately, you had all been caught and held captive.

You began to stir as you heard one of the guards talking as well as a pair of approaching footsteps, then they stopped but you dared not to look.

"They're all to be executed except them" a familiar voice ordered.

Your eyes flew open in shock, you were now looking straight at your worst nightmare. Hubert was right in front of you. His sharp face was more defined and his ebony hair a little shorter. Even with his various changes, it was still undeniably him.

"It's been many years since we last saw each other, hasn't it dear?" Hubert spoke with a smile on his lips.

"Regretfully, I'd have kept out of trouble if I'd known you'd be here" you spat, his smile disappearing.

"You have gained quite the tongue over the years" he scowled, his icy glare making your body shake.

"You should be grateful that I saved your life" he scolded as he unlocked the cell.

You would have tried to run as far as you could but the chain that was attached to your legs and the wall prevented you from doing so. Even so, you wouldn't have gone too far with your hands cuffed behind your back.

You stared at the corner refusing to make eye contact with him any longer as he entered. As he knelt to unlock you the smell of frankincense, sandalwood and fresh leather overwhelmed your senses. His gloved hand took a hold of your leg causing you to flinch, earning a chuckle from him.

"I remember you used to react like this whenever I touched you, you were so adorable back then… like a scared little rabbit" he reminisced.

You felt sick to your stomach just hearing him speak.

"What do you want from me?" You muttered as you heard the lock click open.

"It's not that I require anything from you, what I want is you" he confessed as he removed the cuffs from your ankles.

"If it hadn't been for lady edelgard's order I would have taken you back by force" he continued before standing again. You refused to stand for him, whether out of rebellion or fear you did not know.

"Are you coming with me or are you going to refuse again just like you did five years ago?" he asked with a slight frown.

"I'd rather die than be with you again, all you did back then was make me fear for my life" you replied as you looked him in the eyes.

"You'd rather die?" He asked as he knelt once more before pulling out a small dagger. He pressed the cold metal against your throat, not enough to cut you but enough so that you could feel it. Your body began to shake in fear, you didn't want to die but you couldn't bear the idea of having to spend the rest of your life with him. He'd never pulled a blade on you or physically harmed you for that matter, he used to touch you as if you were fine porcelain.

"You'd never have the guts to go through with it" he whispered before retracting his dagger.

"Now stand up" he ordered as he stood. You hesitantly followed.

His hand roughly latched onto your arm as he guided you out, causing you to yelp.

"Why are you hurting me?" you whimpered.

"I tried to work this issue out the conventional way all those years ago, now it’s time I sort this out my way” he replied as you walked out of the cell.

"I'm not going to lose you again and you are going to learn once more how to love me"

#yandere fire emblem three houses #yandere fire emblem #yandere x reader #yandere fe3h #yandere Hubert

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fiction-box · 2 years

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Rules (Please Read)

Greetings, Lovelies!

This is a blog that specializes in writing fics for the more recent Fire Emblem game entries.

Before we get into that, I do have a few basic rules:

- Requests will be taken for up to two characters at a time.

- When requesting, please specify whether you would like it to be about two separate characters or one character x reader. It can get a bit confusing if someone asks for an x reader but are expecting to be written in as Byleth.

- That said, specify gender of the reader you are requesting for (or put GN! for Gender Neutral). Feel free to specify any other important or personal traits of the reader, too! I’m prepared to be writing for you when you request, so let’s have some fun and get as specific/vague as you want!

- Anyone who sends in any hateful messages will be blocked from this blog with or without a warning. If you don’t respect me, I have no reason to respect you.

Next!

Which games I will write for:

- FE Echoes

- FE Awakening

- FE Fates

- FE3H

- FE Engage

I cannot wait to write for you all! Have a wonderful day, and don’t be shy!

#rules #blog rules #fire emblem #fire emblem fates #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem three houses #fe fates #fire emblem awakening #fea #fe3h #fe3h x reader #x reader #fe x reader #fe awakening

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allovertheplace-writing · 2 years

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Hello! Could I request a Claude and Dimitri drabble with a gn reader who just randomly gives them a tangerine almost everyday? Just some soft, fluffy silliness :>

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Fire Emblem Three Houses

Character(s): Claude and Dimitri

Genre: Fluff

Type: Drabble

Description: A tangerine for the clever and the lonely

Warning(s): None other than silly shenanigans <3

Hello there! You absolutely can >:D

This is a very random and I love it so much, tickles me brain LMAO

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➢ Claude

Curious and amused. With a 'Why, thank you', he'd bow and gently chuckle the first few times. But as you continue showering him in tangerines at random times within the week, he'll begin searching for a reason. As much as he enjoyed the little snacks, why were you giving him them in the first place. Was it for his work or was it because he was a leader?

His curiosity grew just as much as his amusement. Not only did you pick up eccentric ways of delivering those fruity gifts, but you also managed to scare him a few times. From yelling his name and throwing it at him to pretending to have a serious talk if you missed a few days of fruit shenanigans. All managed to make his day brighter, and as time passed.. he missed your ridiculous tangerines. So when he found you sitting upon the sill of his window with a certain sphere, most likely having broke in, he couldn't help but laugh. Nothing really changes, does it?

➢ Dimitri

Puzzled. The confusion he felt was written upon his face every time without fail. The first time he assumed you were giving it to him as a snack, a small, edible, gift to help him push through the day or a reward for his hard work. Though he wouldn't quite call it hard work.

So as you continued to find him in.. rather precarious ways. Sometimes you would wave a hand in front of him as he passed a tree or you'd pop around a corner he was about to turn into, and it was all to give him a tangerine. And the responses he got from you never helped in finding the reason. It drove him a tad insane at times, but he's come to accept the fact that you like giving him tangerines... even in the most curious ways.

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nabateaprodigy · 10 months

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

Fódlan Sibling Headcannons

Series: Fire Emblem.

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

Genre: Fluff.

Proofread: Yes.

Reader: Gender Neutral.

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

Dimitri

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

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

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

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

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

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

Felix

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

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

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

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

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

Constance

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

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

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

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

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

Linhardt

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

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

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

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

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

Caspar

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

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

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

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

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

Yuri

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

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

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

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

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astarriscus · 2 years

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thinking of someone with long hair let down, flowing and free, as they tower over you, leaning down a bit and brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear, while just smiling. you can't really tell what exactly is the emotion behind the slight curve of their lips, but you know what? at this point, all you can really pay attention to is their seemingly oh so soft hair, their mesmerizing eyes, their kissable lips, and the light touch of their hand still lingering by your ear. oh.

AYATO KAMISATO, diluc, SHENHE, lisa, kaeya, ningguang, beidou, KAEDEHARA KAZUHA, ZHONGLI, thoma, EI, YAE MIKO.

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cryo-regalia · 3 years

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realization

with the land divided in the middle of a war, it isn’t very often that claude gets to have much time between him and his teacher. it’s only over a cup of tea and snacks that he realizes how much he cares for them and that they’re more than just a pawn on his chessboard ft. claude von riegan

— THEMES: byleth!reader, gender neutral!reader, vague spoilers for verdant wind

Claude von Riegan wasn’t a flirt. He wouldn’t call himself one, or maybe that was just him.

He didn’t indulge in romance in the same way someone like Sylvain or Lorenz would. He didn’t approach the first woman he laid eyes on and ask them out on a date out to town with no intent of truly understanding them than what was presented at face value or inspired by self-loathing. It never held much substance in his mind to focus on holding up his image as a member of nobility when that as it was wasn’t something he concerned himself over, or to hunt out the perfect wife for when he rose to power. People could think what he wanted about him, he didn’t care. He didn’t arrive at Garreg Mach or Fódlan as a whole to find a woman to marry or carry his bloodline and Crest. He knew that would become a necessity at some point in his life, but when people were tossing themselves into a war no one wanted to be in, it wasn’t really the time. Not when the stability of a fraction of Fódlan and another continent entirely rested on his shoulders. He may have had an ulterior motive of prying the secrets and information out of someone when they had piqued his interests, but he wasn’t cruel enough to play with their heart and drop them just as quick. He had a dream to carry out, and he didn’t have time to prioritize romance when there were plenty else at stake that could be ripped from his grasp if he dropped his guard.

But the person in front of him tore apart the walls he built up so well and so long ago. Did they realize what they had done? Surely they noticed how authentically relaxed he was, with slumped shoulders and calm eyes compared to the casual yet defensive stance he usually held himself up with. Piece by piece, it fell and crumbled into shards of what once was and only glued itself together when he stepped foot in front of someone that wasn’t them or the Golden Deer, people he had come to consider more than allies or sources of information. Five years changed nothing about the feelings for them that he cherished, aside from heightening them considerably when he saw them glowing beneath the rays of the sunset on the Goddess Tower. They may have been shocked and bewildered—he couldn’t blame them when everyone and everything but them had succumbed to the hands of time, for the better or worse—but they were just as beautiful as they were the last time he saw them. Goddess, they left him speechless. Figuratively, anyways. He always had something lingering on his tongue ready to slip a lie or two to get someone off his back. But for them, Claude would give them as much of the truth as they asked for without even thinking twice about if it was something he wanted to divulge or not.

How did it come to this? To him falling for the person who saved his life in Remire Village all those years and chose his class to teach of their own volition the very next day. To him missing spending time in the dining hall with them, his favorite meal, and a plus-one he secretly wished would sit a few chairs away to get some privacy. To him fighting a war missing them being by his side and their confident orders that left them with the thrill of victory coursing through his veins without fail. To their private chats that initially started as him probing them for information he couldn’t get elsewhere or to quell his own gluttonous curiosity to something more personal that left him feeling naked, vulnerable, and lighter. To him sitting beneath the gazebo for a cup of tea and assorted sweets in the rare moments of peace they had with the person of his dreams across from them. Green eyes watched as a stick, once lying peacefully on the ground where it fell from one of the many trees around them, was whipped around like a sword in exuberant gesture. He remembered the conversation of overcoming weaknesses had come up and drawn him in, but, with an amused grin, he couldn’t help but wonder what had convinced his favorite professor and partner in crime to start performing physical reenactments and examples.

“When the enemy swings like this-” The tree branch whistled as it was whipped left-to-right, then right-to-left. “Pull your wyvern back and as they’re regaining their footing and stance, aim your bow and fire. Even if they have a shield, the rest of their body is open. An opening is an opening, no matter how small it may be.”

Claude bobbed his head as they spoke, listening to every word and drank it in like a desperate and dehydrated traveller in the middle of a heatwave. It was to no surprise that each movement they followed through with was full of experience. Although it lacked the same energy as it would during an actual fight with an opponent aiming for their life, there was clear effort put into it. It looked strikingly similar to an advanced technique he remembered Felix learning not too long ago and quickly mastering. Each step they took was coordinated and exactly, meant to support their weight and keep them stable as if their invisible enemy would knock them off their feet if they misstepped. There was a clear understanding of the art, and that only made the sight of them even more eye-catching. It was a miracle he wasn’t shot down from his wyvern when he spent so much time watching them and their movements, plunging their weapons outwards or pulling back the drawstring with such expertise that it became second nature. He wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case; they were the child of a mercenary and from what he picked up on, a sword took the place of a rattle when they built up the muscles to support it.

His lips pressed against the porcelain teacup cradled in one hand and took in the warm liquid flooding against his taste-buds while his eyes took the person in front of him in. It wasn’t often that they had time to sit and relax like this when there was so much else that had to be done, and so when they had the moment of suspicious but welcome tranquility he treasured them more than anything. They always knew what to talk about that had him drawn in, they always had the perfect answer to whatever questions he posed, but not in the sense that they were just trying to butter him up. Their responses were so authentic and genuine, as if he had found his other half. Claude bit back the snort that dared to try and reveal itself and instead took another gulp of the beverage served. There was something nutty about it, with the faintest tickle of chocolate that had him questioning what was in his cup. It was too dark and thin in texture for it to have been hot chocolate, or any kind of dessert masked behind an unassuming hue. But he drank it anyways, knowing they put the time and effort into it and that they wouldn’t add anything to it that would harm him. It was oddly familiar and while it laid on the tip of his tongue in a physical and metaphorical sense, the answer was so close that he could reach out and grasp it but his fingers would brush against it.

Eventually, his professor (he still struggled to not call them that) shifted from sword techniques to that of a lance and then a bow with graceful and effortless movements. That was his Teach, able to do whatever they put their mind to. He wasn’t surprised how easily they held their natural weapon and he felt a swell of pride bubble in his chest knowing that five years hardly dwindled their ability to fight. Relax your back, he silently mused as he examined their stance. They looked a bit stiff and while he knew their armor would conceal most of their body, if they were ambushed by a close-ranged fighter they’d be toppled over pretty quickly and easily. Claude knew that they could handle themself just fine, but that didn’t stop him from becoming bitter at the thought of his favorite person being given a nasty wound that could have easily been avoided. The stick was held up vertically, one hand curled around it and the other pulling an imaginary string and arrow back and over their shoulder. They spun left and right with a dramatic flair that he recognized as his own, shooting at imaginary enemies appearing around them with somewhat dramatic sound effects provided.

They performed yet another spin on their heel, this time moving to face him with playful determination spread across their features. But as they moved to a standstill, a sharp yelp slipped from their lips as they fell backwards. Their eyes flew open wide in surprise and they jolted, arms spread out at their sides to catch them. One second Claude was still in his chair and cradling his teacup like it was a wyvern egg, the next he was on his feet with his nose less than an inch away from brushing against theirs in some kind of strange kiss. A frantic and uncontrolled hand gripped onto the fabric of his sleeve beneath the golden armor plate connected to the loose matching cloth while the other clutched into the Alliance’s emblem sewn into the cloth of his opposite shoulder. His own was wrapped around them in a secure embrace as he leaned over them, boots digging into the ground to keep him up and prevent them from toppling onto one another. One arm curled around their hips, the other supporting their upper torso and the base of their neck with large and gentle hands. A few strands of dark hair had slipped out of place and tickled their face, but it was a feature he noticed for a moment but paid no mind after that. The suddenness of it was a bit exhilarating, but he found their situation a bit more shocking than anything.

[Your name]’s lips slowly opened in surprise as they let everything that happened within seconds sink in. Their grip loosened around his clothing, but didn’t let go just yet and, to be frank, Claude was okay with that. “Thanks,” they said breathlessly after a moment more of silence mixed with their breathing.

“No problem,” Claude replied in a tone mirroring their own.

His mouth felt dry out of the blue and his throat stung like he received a minor papercut. Thankfully he had his gloves on or they would have felt the sweat form in his palms and he didn’t know if the most perfect lie would have gotten him out of that. Why was he getting so nervous? There was no reason to be. He had sparred with them time and time again, in which he sometimes found himself on his back with a blade against his throat and other times he had his chest to their back, the arrowhead tapping against their cheek teasingly. Careful, Teach, he would say with a grin as his eyes checked to be sure it didn’t form blood, One draw of my bow and it’d be over for you. But they both knew he wouldn’t have laid a hand on them. That went unspoken for half a decade now and he knew that wouldn’t change no matter how harsh the passage of time was on the two of them. Now, he couldn’t look away. It felt impossible to do so, like some external force had a tight grip on him and his actions, but he didn’t have a problem with it. This felt right, it felt natural despite his inexperience, as though the two of them were the only ones in the world or in the damaged Garreg Mach Monastery. They fit perfectly in his hands without trying or being aware of it. He wondered if they were thinking the same. If he leaned in a little more, he could-

“Claude?” [Your name] asked in a voice barely reaching above a whisper.

“I never want to let you go, Teach. I love you a bit too much to do that.”

The sentence came out so smoothly and easily tumbled past his lips that usually refused to allow his vulnerability or truth to escape. On one hand, letting that slip was a mistake. It was too unguarded, too personal and abrupt. What if a spy infiltrated the walls of the monastery and overheard his confession? He didn’t want to think about what might happen if Emperor Edelgard and her lanky shadow found out what he held dearest of all and planned on an attack because of that. Because of him. The paranoia tugged at him to make sure, and sent a careful and subtle glance around the gazebo surrounded by tall hedges. Why did he even confess in the first place? If they were truly loyal to him, things wouldn’t change if they happened to not accept his feelings, that’s that he told himself anyways. Their second nature was fighting the world with weapons of different names and effects, his was retracting his words and making perfect excuses and it activated only seconds with only a wide-eyed silent response. A dry like the leaves scattered across the grass escaped him, this time of his own accord, in an attempt to play it off as though he cracked a joke or was messing with them. As he was about to respond, a tender touch cut him off.

“I love you, too.” A calloused hand came up and patted his cheek with a soft and infectious smile that only highlighted any of their relief or joy or any other emotion. Their fingers rested against his skin and beneath his eye and he didn’t deny the idea of leaning against their palm. Claude didn’t know how long they stayed like that and the thought of that slipped his mind, but he focused his attention back on them and the sound of their voice. “Let me up, pretty boy.”

Pretty boy. Now that got an authentic laugh out of him that caused his shoulders to bounce and his lips to pull upwards. He was usually dismissive of flirtatious nicknames like that—by dismissive, he meant smile and nod and think nothing of it—but he was strangely welcoming and open to it to a point that it made something in his chest flutter. Claude did as asked, raising himself to his feet and brought them up with him. He made sure they were stable before releasing them and there was an odd pain in his chest when his hands moved from their body, like two magnets being pulled away from one another. He immediately missed the warmth and touch on their face and had to hold himself back from stopping them. They circled around him and back into their chair behind him, but neither of their gazes broke from where they He glanced down to his boots when a sharp snap reached his ears and [Your name]’s makeshift weapon laid in two pieces beneath his shoe, brushing it away and beneath the table like it wasn’t there to begin with. A laugh reached his ears that caused him to turn his head away as he returned to his own chair, first picking it up off of the ground and dusting the dirt and leaves off.

“I meant what I said,” Claude added after situating himself and tucked the loose hair behind his ear. He crossed his fingers beneath his chin, elbows pressed against the table, as he leaned forward. “When was the last time someone told you that?”

They lifted one of the snacks from the tray set out between them and stared down at it in a moment of thought, “Never, I don’t think. Dad might’ve said it a couple times when I was a kid, but that’s really it.”

“Then I’ll have to say it more often,” Claude hummed with a wink.

He received a roll of the eyes in return, an action he quickly picked up on being playful rather than unimpressed or bothered. After his little confession, Claude didn’t know what he was expecting and was pretty satisfied with the response of it. This wasn’t a romantic serenade and their teatime wasn’t meant as a date, just an outing as friends. Could they still be considered friends after that? Did either of them want to be friends still, or something more? He wouldn’t complain if it was the latter case; he liked the thought of being something more but bit his tongue. Instead, they continued to chat away and enjoy the tea and snacks presented in front of them until only crumbs and dark droplets remained in front of them. Their attention, however, laid on one another and barely focused on what was no longer there aside from the occasional reach for the teapot only to realize it was empty and leave it alone. From topics of past laughs, to Fódlan’s future, to places he’d like to go to, they just talked to one another. There was something much more freeing about the way the both of them spoke to one another. So comfortable, open, a little more than before, as though some kind of barrier stopping them from doing so before had been shattered to pieces.

Both of their heads raised at the sound of the ringing bell that bounced through the air. They had spent months together within these very walls, but the nostalgia was just as overwhelming as it had been the first night he and his Golden Deer returned for their reunion. The sky, once a baby blue hue with puffy white clouds passing by, started to become stained with orange and purple while the sun drifted beneath the horizon. The moon had taken its place long ago as it often did in the early mornings, but only now was it truly welcome and no longer needed to share the sky with its solar counterpart. Realizing this, [Your name] jolted in their chair as remembrance crossed their expression and scrambled onto their feet. Their jacket proceeded to be unceremoniously tossed over their shoulders from where it had been shed and draped on the back of their chair early on in their time spent together. Claude watched them oddly and, half expecting for them to drop into a defensive position and scouting an enemy, reached for Failnaught at his side, but returned his arm to his side when they seemed more in a hurry to get somewhere than about to be attacked.

“Have to go already?” Claude questioned and watched the host of the tea party.

[Your name] nodded with an apologetic smile. “Yeah, I’m sorry. I told Ignatz I’d help him with his riding skills before his Certification test and I don’t want to get to him too late,” they said as they pushed the chair in behind them. “But I’d love to take some more of your time tomorrow, or whenever you’re free.”

“So would I,” was his quick and earnest response. “Here, let me walk you there and I’ll get out of your hair.”

As they worked to assemble all of their cups and plates onto the cookie tray, a true and more joyful smile that showed their teeth bloomed across their lips. He hated to admit how his heart skipped a beat and how he held his breath at the sight of it like some kind of lovesick idiot. Only they did this to him and back during his academy days, he would have thought he dropped some kind of potion into his drink or soup. Before they could take it, Claude scooped the tray into one arm and easily balanced it with one hand and took the outstretched hand in his free one. He rose it to his lips and just as he was about to kiss their knuckles, his face was pushed away with a bright laugh but their hands remained intertwined anyways. The leader of the Alliance pouted but couldn’t keep it up for long and happily followed after them when they got walking. Side-by-side, they stepped around the tall hedges and down the stone pathway leading towards the greenhouse, leaving the table empty and alone behind them.

“By the way, Teach, what kind of tea did we have? It’s familiar.”

“Leicester Cortania. You wouldn’t believe how hard it was to get my hands on that.”

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