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rorah · 3 months

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Your Leraje design is so beautiful!!!! I loved Ammeh's story so much and your design brought it to live marvellously!!! It felt like you guys made her a completely new and original character instead of a copy of Byleth or Dimitri.

Do you have any extra headcanons / brainworms about it??

PS. By the way the wiki says Leraje is a handsome demon in green who is carrying a bow. And in Yugioh there's a card that is called the "Leraje The god of Archery".

PSS. If Leraje loves horsies thanks to Dimitri in Ammeh's fic, Bow Knight Leraje when??

Oh, dear anon! let me smooch you =3= Thank you!! Hope you had left a good comment on Ammeh's work, because It's beautiful 💕. I mean, it's not a duty, but it's always appreciated by authors 🫶 Now, for brainworms I can't really say much because she's mainly under @ammeh7 's conception. I only translated her in visual language👉👈. If you ask me about those visual aspects I can expand🫰. For example, Given Byleth's and Jeralth's raw haircut, you could imagine Leraye should have look like a wild kid on the streets, however, Alois have been with them, and who knows where his spouse and daughter are during that time. I just imagine they could have go to them and get the extra help needed for those stuffs. But of course, it's not really something on me to say. Perhaps They went to someone else for a fresh haircut who knows (tbh, i went with the 2 idea that came to my mind, If I were serious I should've explored different hairstyles and such). Besides, I did Leraye's hair thinking about a mix of both, Dimitri and his princely straight hair, and Byleth's fluffy and wavy hair (I draw her fluffy bc Look at Sitri's). So since she has those royal genes, that hair must be something manageable ✨ I could expand on her clothes too. Since Jeralt and Byleth's clothes have similar patterns, I imagine Jeralt must know some tailor he can commission. In addition, since he already has experience in that matter, he can tutor Byleth on the topic of "Wearing big clothes because kids grow like weed." So some type of garment that can be adjusted over time comes in quite handy, since they can't carry a lot of things. Not to mention the footwear because it is also changed every so often. So sometimes you have to be creative xD I also could think of motherhood suits Byleth so nicely, since being a teacher made her grow, now that she doesn't have that in Hopes, she can take this chance to learn and develop herself a bit. And there's Sothis too. Perhaps Sothis wakes up early and she is fond on the little kid so she is less condescending than what was portrayed as in this game C:

Btw I looooooove the idea of Leraye could have a preference for bows 🥺. I like to think Byleth learned bows because for kids, it's convenient to just hide than fighting in close range (It totally doesn't have to do with the fact That I almost always made my Byleth a Falcon knight with bows bc brrrrrrr). Bow knight Leraye would be Awesome!! 🙌💓 (I am concerned about her strength though 😅)

#ask box #fic stuffs #Leraye/leraje my beloved #Im really up for the demon girls with demon boy's names 🫶#Isn't that lovely??#few3h fanfiction #one-night stand during academy phase AU

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the-fab-fox · 1 year

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[ FE:3H ] 1000 Reasons

Title: 1000 Reasons Ship: Claude von Riegan x Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd Chapters: 1 of ?. Summary: Claude is having a great day. So good that even the barista who took his coffee order that afternoon had spelled his name right!

Absolutely nothing could ruin the day.

Enter Dimitri Blaiddyd. (His ex for the uninformed.)

Okay, so maybe one thing could ruin the day.

[Or the Dimiclaude romcom no one asked for but everyone needs. It'll be chock full of that good romcom trope goodness. Just strap in and get ready.]

It's not imparitive to the story but if you want to get a musical feel for their relationship and the story, you'll want to check out 1000 Reasons by Caleb Hearn. I named the title of this fic after this song.

👔 1 👔 2 👔

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Chapter 1

Claude was in a great mood. In fact, he was on cloud nine!

The day had started out like any other. Mediocre but with the sweet tang of hope.

It had gotten slightly better when his best friend Hilda had texted him that her brother was interested in discussing his latest business venture.

Then the barista actually spelled his name right! He’d even gotten a compliment from Seteth at work, who was notorious for being stingy with praise, albeit begrudgingly.

Finally, he headed home where dinner was already waiting. Thank Nabatea, he lived in a big house with many different people; one of whom loved to cook.

It wasn’t until his tall frame had darkened his own doorstep that a wave of dread settled over him.

Not one to ignore his instincts, Claude steeled himself for the worst.

Opening the door, it became immediately clear that his dread had not been without merit.

Standing there, in the middle of the living room as he talked to Hilda and Lorenz, was none other than Dimitri Blaiddyd.

In other words…

His ex.

“Well fuck.”

"—to see you as well, Claude."

The brunette blinked and shook his head. He'd apparently zoned out or something. Not surprising considering this horrible surprise.

"At the risk of sounding rude, Dimi, why are you here?" Claude threw up his hands. "No, you know what. I totally meant to be rude."

The best the blond could give him was one of his holier than thou sighs that indicated Dimitri was reaching the limit of his patience.

Huh. Slower than normal. He's doing better in that regard, at the very least. Probably because the two of them were no longer together. Done. Kaput. Splitskis.

So, if they were still so done, why in the name of Nabateans was he here?

"I really don't want to fight, Claude," Dimitri said after a couple calming breaths. Claude fought the urge to push the button just one more time, thinking better of it in the end.

Well, maybe just one more push.

"Funny. I remember that being all you wanted to do back then."

Claude wasn't looking at him but he could hear the grumble that escaped the other. He didn't catch all the words but he got a couple.

"—arrogant—selfish—aggravating—”

Honestly, fair. He couldn't consciously, and in good faith, deny the fact that he definitely could be each of those things. The problem was that Dimitri was just as capable and, unlike Claude, couldn't admit it to himself.

"It wasn't that long ago we broke up, sweetheart. I remember what you think of me. With exacting detail, I might add."

He was smiling—smirking really—and to anyone else, it might appear a sort of bantering was taking place. Hilda and Lorenz knew better and stood quickly.

"Okay, Lorenz, honey, did you see where I put my phone? I'm pretty sure I hear it ringing. Probably my brother."

"No, but I'll help you find it, dear. It wouldn't do to keep Holst waiting."

The two vanished faster than he'd ever seen them move the entire time he'd known them.

"This was exactly what I was hoping to avoid, Claude. Must it always be like this with you?"

Claude snickered and rolled his eyes.

"You're the one who fell for me, remember? You tell me."

Dimitri threw up his hands.

"Fine. I'm leaving. I've got to meet with the movers."

Claude was distracted from watching him as the blond moved for the front door. As the blond moved closer, needing to pass by him to get to the entryway, Claude finally registered what his ex boyfriend had just said.

"Movers? Nuh uh. No way. You can't move back here!"

"Well, that's too bad. I already have. I signed the lease this morning." He forced a smile before closing the distance between the door and himself.

Opening the door, Dimitri glanced back at the other. Claude waited, a little on edge.

"Guess you're just going to have to get used to it. Have a good rest of your day, Claude."

With that, the blond left, shutting the door a little forcefully behind him.

Claude, after staring at the door for a long moment, shook his head and slowly began to smile.

Well, if there was one positive he could excavate out of the whole ordeal, things were definitely going to get interesting around there.

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sunstone-smiles · 7 months

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Ooooh I cannot wait for your TickleTober2023 fics 🤩

If it's possible, I'd like to take Day 4 from Augtickletober2023 (I'm not ticklish) with Fire Emblem 3 Hopes: Lee!Felix, Ler!Sylvain, and Switch!Ashe please

Can't wait to see what you do 🫶🏾💖 Good luck with this TickleTober2023 🌸🩷🫶🏾

Friend or Foe? Maybe Both

Author’s note: Aaaaah!!! Thank you Gladys! I’ve missed these blue lion boys! I hope you all enjoy Day 5 of Tickletober: “I’m not ticklish!” (From August’s Tickletober 2023 list!)

Series: Fire Emblem Three Hopes

Characters: Felix, Sylvain, and Ashe

Word count: 882

Summary: Sylvain comes into the camp’s study to help lighten the workload of Ashe and Felix, but also to help unwind a stubborn noble.

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“Sylvain, get off of me,” Felix grumbles while his redheaded friend has an arm wrapped around his neck in a playful chokehold. Felix was minding his own business by organizing some documents in the camp’s study, but Sylvain was able to get the jump on him while he was standing over a table full of books.

“Come on, Felix! Lighten up,” Sylvain uses his free hand to ruffle Felix’s hair, “I come over to help and this is the response I get? Is that anyway to treat an ally?”

Felix glares behind him, “The way you’re acting right now makes me see you more like a foe.”

“Yeouch, harsh words,” Sylvain pretends to take offense. “Ashe, are you hearing this?” The redhead looks towards their silver-haired friend, who’s currently organizing books on the shelf.

“Well, you did take him by surprise, Sylvain,” Ashe smiles over his shoulder.

“I was only trying to loosen him up,” Sylvain jostles the arm leaning on Felix’s shoulders. “Get him to act less stiff.”

Felix scoffs and rolls his eyes.

“What? You think I can’t?” Sylvain interprets Felix’s non-verbal action as a challenge. “Okay tough guy.” A smirk appears on Sylvain’s face. “Let’s see how you handle this!”

With that battle cry, Sylvain darts his hands towards Felix’s sides and wiggles his fingers. Air jumps down Felix’s throat in the form of a gasp and he snatches at the wrists still scratching at his sides. He seems to have closed his snarky mouth shut.

“Sylvain? What are you doing?” he growls.

“I’m trying to tickle you,” Sylvain answers so casually. This response captures Ashe’s attention and he pauses his work to look their way.

“Yeah, well, I’m not ticklish. So get off!” Felix tries to pry himself away from Sylvain, with no success.

“Really now?” Sylvain’s voice dips with a smirk, “I remember you being super ticklish in the past, especially when we were kids.”

Felix’s squirming becomes more frantic. “That was then. This is now! So for the last time, get off me-hehehe!” Felix suddenly breaks out into giggles when Sylvain claws his fingers up to Felix’s ribs.

Bingo. Sylvain’s got him. “So, Mr. ‘I’m not ticklish’ is actually ticklish, huh?” Sylvain grins at his victory.

“Sylvahahain!” Felix clamps his arms to his sides and squirms in his friend’s grasp. Sylvain has to wrap one arm around Felix to hold him back while the other scribbles away at the side of his ribs.

“Hey, you’re not getting away that easily!”

Ashe steps over to the scene, “Mind if I help, Sylvain?”

“Please do,” Sylvain quickly recaptures Felix by tightening a bear hug around him, as the blue-haired noble was almost able to wriggle away. “I can’t hold him myself for much longer!”

As he squirms with his hands trapped to his sides, Felix’s eyes widen when he sees Ashe’s wiggling fingers now approaching. “Noho no-! Ahahahashe!” Felix squeals with increased giggles when his second friend joins in the fun by tickling his middle.

“There we go! Now he’s loosening up!” Sylvain says.

“That he is,” Ashe chuckles. “It’s nice to get our friends giggling once in a while.”

“And you know what’s better than one giggling friend, Ashe?” Sylvain asks.

The silver-haired young man gives a puzzled, yet innocent look. “What?”

“Two giggling friends!” Sylvain then releases Felix and lunges towards Ashe. The redhead quickly dives his fingers into Ashe’s ribs, resulting in Ashe flinching back and spilling giggles of his own.

“Hehehey!” the silver-haired friend playfully struggles from the unanticipated attack. He swats at Sylvain’s wrists, leaning back and almost losing his balance. “I thohohought we were ohohon the same teheheam!”

“We were, but I changed my mind,” Sylvain shrugs with a smile. “I can see why Felix was calling me a foe earlier.”

With another backwards tug, Ashe finally loses his balance and crumbles to the ground. Sylvain jumps down after him, now scribbling into his friend’s belly as Ashe explodes into laughter once more and squirms on the floor.

As Ashe continues giggling his heart out, Felix returns to his serious, down to business expression. With a sigh, he grabs a book off the table, walks over to his friends, then taps Sylvain on the head with the book. “Come on. Enough fooling around. We have work to do.”

“Fiiine,” Sylvain conceads. He pulls his hands away and Ashe curls himself up as the ghost tickles still give him residual giggles. Sylvain then helps his friend back to his feet.

Once Ashe has stabilized himself, he looks to Felix with an embarrassed smile. “Heh, sorry, Felix.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Ashe, except for maybe joining in with Sylvain’s scheme.” Felix scowls at Sylvain. “It’s this one who should be sorry for disturbing us.”

“Hey, I think I helped lighten up the mood.” Sylvain pauses to observe Felix. He grins. “Is that a smile I see?”

Felix scoffs. He shoves a book into Sylvain’s chest. “It’s nothing of the sort. You must be imagining things.” The noble walks away to continue his bookkeeping duties. He tucks his head out of sight so his friends don’t see the remnants of the joyful look on his face, but Sylvain and Ashe glance at each other, knowing that Felix’s mood has been successfully lifted.

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omgkalyppso · 2 months

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"You can trust me. I hope you know that." your FE3H or BG3 characters of choice

I decided I'd write something I'd probably never have written otherwise! Shahid's surrender.

I'm not sure which AU it fits into. Avery is there, my shez oc. And Nader briefly.

The whole thing is 2,193 words and I'll probably put it on ao/3 later. No editing has been done.

Thank you for the ask!!!

Shahid felt the noose tightening. Khalid was the leader of this Leicester Alliance, he should not have been upon the field — what else could there be for him to prove? Unless he simply wanted to kill him personally.

In victory, Shahid imagined he would find his brother at the back of the army, or further still in the walls of some city. Why wouldn't he run away again, as he always had?

In defeat, Shahid would have expected to die at the hands of a stranger, or to be brought violently back to his brother's heel for execution.

Yet here they were, landing wyverns across from one another in a field already stained with blood, no action or subordinates to distract from their acknowledgement of one another.

“It really is you …”

“I'm here to stop you from ruining Almyra's reputation, Shahid.” Claude’s wording was careful. If he could appeal to his brother’s Almyran pride he might be able to turn the leadership of this fight elsewhere.

Shahid pulled on the reigns of his wyvern, causing the beast to rear back with a roar. “Her reputation in this land of weaklings and cowards?”

Claude sighed, disappointed that he’d stumbled on the wrong phrasing for Shahid’s current mood.

“Even now Fodlan's only glory is from the heels of Almyra's weakest link. Without you, this country will cannibalize itself within the decade,” Shahid spat, charging his mount forward, knowing that turning the wyvern would only give an archer lie his brother a larger target.

Rather than accept the clash, Claude took off, spinning thrice to avoid the thrown axe he’d known was coming.

“Almyra knows her worth!” Shahid shouted after him in chase. Whispering under the rush of wind and wings, “And mine.”

Shahid’s axes came close. A single strike to a winged shoulder would have been enough to risk a deadly fall and a lost friend, so Claude paced himself, not meaning to toy with Shahid, but timing sudden drops and careful acrobatics to his advantage. Arrows riddled Shahid’s wyvern before Shahid had managed more than a single scratch on the hide of Claude’s wyvern. Shahid’s mount’s movements had steadily become more choppy, but the final arrow sent the beast to the ground in a steady decline.

Claude wished they’d landed earlier. Shahid’s mount didn’t die gracefully, but Claude had some relief that his brother jumped down and across the wyvern’s wailing body, axe still raised in accusation.

“Give it up, Shahid!” Claude shouted, landing across the field, bow still raised. “It's over. You lost.”

Shahid’s eyes flickered to where a Fodlani soldier rushed forward, skidding to an angular stop to his brother’s side. Beyond, he could see his own fallen guard, and bared his teeth in rage.

“Let fly that arrow, then!” He taunted. “I'll never kneel to the likes of you!”

“But that isn't what I'm asking for you to do here!” Claude insisted. He threw his arms down in frustration, lowering his weapon as he thought of how Shahid would have demanded his allegiance, if not his death — and how he should be doing the same, whether because of Almyran custom, to hide his identity as planned, or for the safety of both Leicester and Almyra. He dismounted. “Let's end this, come on!”

Claude dreamed of the children they had never been, playing together, teaching one another, and reflected on how Shahid’s natural gravity and subtle intellect had inspired the methodology of his plans all the same. Even with how their environment had pit them and their siblings against one another, they were more similar than they were different, even if he would have to convince Shahid of the worth of people not from Almyra. He was his brother, and Claude wanted him at his side, even ahead of him, so long as he would listen, as long as he would try.

“You little brat …” Shahid hissed, holding his left shoulder as though his axe was heavy and he was supporting himself. “I'd sooner die!”

The knife flying in Claude’s direction wasn’t a surprise, but it also wasn’t an attack he should have been weathering, with dreams of reconciliation.

Avery was in front of him in the blink of an eye, easily parrying the thrown blade with the strange, summoned sword that acted as an extension of his arm.

Claude sighed hopelessly, and then donned a different mask as he addressed his classmate, “Thanks for that.”

With his dual blades still at the ready, and without looking away from Shahid, who took three more heavy steps forward, Avery squared his posture, tightened his jaw and tossed his head slightly to adjust his bangs.

“Look, Claude …” Avery said, low. “If you can't do it, then I can.”

Shahid heard him anyway and chuckled darkly as he swung his axe up to hold the weapon in both hands. “Yes, Claude,” he mocked, “loose a mongrel on a prince of Almyra. Even that would be more dignified than to be ended by the hand of an impertinent, soulless—”

“Prince Shahid—” Nader shouted, as if to interrupt him — royalty, while he had the impertinence to land his wyvern at his brother’s side.

Shahid would have none of that, and took off towards him in a run. “How dare you speak to me! You fucking turncoat.”

He expected his brother’s guard dog to cut him off and ignored the roar and shout as he readied to swing up towards the defensive maw of the wyvern on which Nader sat, catching an arrow in the upper arm at the last moment. His weapon faltered, and he should have died, but Nader pulled hard to turn his well-tamed beast aside and into flight again, leaving Shahid on the ground, injured and shamed.

“Why?!” he called up after Almyra’s supposedly staunchest general. “Why did you come with me at all? Why did I trust you?! How could you trust him?!”

It hurt. His pride, his arm, his heart. Yet when the soldier rushed his side, Shahid was able to spin his axe in a wide arc and send them crashing aside.

He expected that might earn him a moment to breathe, to rethink his retreat, but then Claude tackled him and Shahid lost his grip on his weapon as he met the earth unceremoniously.

They’d never fought before, not really. Claude had been a babe, a child, and Shahid had injured, annoyed and abused him if Claude had had the misfortune of being left without a sympathetic authority in his presence. Perhaps that had led Shahid to believe he’d never fought before at all, or to see him still as that helpless child.

Claude clamped a hand around Shahid’s throat, allowing his brother enough momentum to try to sit up from his place prone on the ground before shoving him back down, choking him briefly and cracking the back of his head against the ground. Shahid reached up to claw at his face with one hand, punching back against his brother’s left shoulder with his left hand. Shahid’s wild eyes shook and his vision swam, but he could make out the glittering pieces in Claude’s outfit at this inescapable proximity and despite how Claude decked him in the temple, he was able to steal one of his brother’s many knives with his left hand as his right clung to Claude’s chest, Shahid’s brain rattling in his skull.

Shahid drove that knife into his brother’s thigh and did not release the hilt through the resulting scream, nor as he used Claude’s shock to force them to roll aside.

Shahid longed to berate his brother, to banter and rage and tell him exactly why and how he would never take Almyra, but all he could do was grunt as he pulled out the blade and struggle with his right arm, still plucked by his brother’s arrow, to try to drive it down into the side of Claude’s head. Claude only had to raise his arm to redirect the blow into the earth, where Shahid left the knife and reached forward to grab his brother’s hair and knock him into the ground as Claude had done to him moments ago.

They tussled, all hands, and teeth, and hidden knives, and the rush of wind and dirt as Nader’s wyvern landed somewhere nearby, and Shahid knew he was going to die here.

Claude’s injured leg kneeled down on Shahid’s arm, the retrieved knife held down by Claude’s left fist, deep in his shoulder. Claude’s right forearm extended across Shahid’s chest, Shahid’s right arm twisted on the ground, the arrow now broken and its tip lost somewhere inside the wound. They both gasped for air, the same air, Claude wished he could shout, blood stinging down the side of his forehead getting caught in his brow.

“Shahid,” Claude asked again. “Don't make me do this.”

Shahid hissed through a false smile of teeth again, until Claude pressed the blade harder.

“Don't you want to see home again?” Claude asked desperately, close to crying as he watched Shahid’s eyes squint closed in pain. “The southern beaches, the western desert…”

Shahid’s eyes opened slowly, staring blindly at the blue and white sky above.

“Don't you want to see the sun tomorrow?” Claude bargained. They both winced, shoulders shrinking in shame and humiliation as Nader corralling a crowd could be heard at a distance.

“Shahid,” Claude begged. “Please.” He pulled the knife free, letting the tip press into Shahid’s cheek, not piercing the skin. “Keep your eyes. Keep your tongue.”

Shahid let his gaze drift to Claude again, the fight draining out of him as he thought of home, tears swelling with the realization of all he’d lost, and all he had yet to lose by agreeing.

“I mean to treat you with dignity and respect,” Claude promised, “and that means I won't seek to humiliate you if you just stop … But this respect also means I'll kill you if I have to, brother.”

Shahid smiled again, not at ease, but less malicious than before — more impressed.

“We don’t need to be enemies. But even as enemies,” Claude said, sliding the blade down to press up into the soft flesh under the corner of Shahid’s jaw, “you can trust me. I hope you know that.”

Shahid scoffed and felt the knife draw blood. He swallowed just to feel that he could, and endeavoured to memorize Khalid’s face in this moment: No joy in his victory.

“Get. Off. Me,” he declared, low and regal. He fully expected Claude to refuse, to press a promise of reconciliation, alliance, vassalage, or exile, but on his shaky leg, Claude slowly lifted himself up and stepped away. Shahid lay in the dirt barely a moment longer, reaching up to touch first his neck and then his forehead, bare, now that his circlet had rolled away on the ground during their fight.

Shahid looked over to the purple haired soldier that held their broken ribs in a crooked stance where they stood by the rubble he’d tossed them into, and then turned his attention back to Claude as he sat up with a grunt and a hand on his chest.

“Shahid—” Claude began again, silenced by a raised royal palm raised not so high as usual for the pain and exhaustion Shahid was subject to.

Shahid stretched his neck back, and closed and stretched his hands before making strides to pull himself to his feet, one knee, split open, nearly giving out on him, bleeding copiously through his armor.

“You,” he demanded of the purple haired soldier. “Ask for my surrender.”

Avery answered before looking to Claude in confusion. “What?”

“Please,” Claude said, an open hand facing the ground extended towards Avery to ensure he stayed his weapons. “Do as he says.”

Keeping in-line with the standard set by the nobles in his presence, Avery forced himself to stand though he kept his arm around himself, still feeling the weight of the Almyran prince’s blow.

“In the name of the Leicester Alliance, I demand you … call off your forces. And, uh, submit … to a total surrender.”

Claude’s wince and Shahid’s lowered brow reinforced how Avery had not done that correctly.

“Do I have any forces left?” Shahid asked Claude.

“We’ll take care of it,” Claude answered cryptically.

After a roll of his eyes, Shahid addressed the soldier again, “You will have to bind me.”

“There's no need for—” Claude began to object.

“Shut up,” Shahid said ineloquently. “I need no more than my hands to best you.”

Claude had to hold himself back from pointing out all the evidence to the contrary, and could see how his irritation earned another biting smile from Shahid.

“I will need to be bound,” Shahid told the soldier despite the bile in his throat.

“Yeah,” Avery agreed, sparing a glance at Claude. “Yeah, I can do that.”

“Take him straight to the keep. And find him a subtle healer,” Claude ordered Avery. “He’s not a spectacle.” Shahid laughed openly. Claude hid his eyes in his hands and rubbed feeling back into his face, and then swept back his hair. “I have stuff to finish up here.”

#long post #fire emblem #three hopes #claude von riegan #khalid von riegan #shahid few3h #my writing #i made this #the fanfiction i mean

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reneethegreatandpowerful · 1 year

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The Restless Vestra

Fire Emblem Siblings Week Day 2: Fears

Length: Best guess is around 1200 words.

Rating: E for Everyone.

Somewhere in the house, a clock ticked. Oswald lay under his blankets, staring through the half open doorway into the empty hall beyond. The clock was the only thing making any noise. Well, if you discounted the creaks the house kept making. They happened every now and then when he started to relax. He knew they were just caused by the wind, but that didn't mean he had to like them. He turned and looked out his window, and saw a bat flutter past in the moonlight. His brother had once told him that if a bat bit you, you could go mad. Which had left Oswald a bit leery of them, but also mighty curious.

He lay back down, tapping his foot up and down on the bed. He just wanted to sleep, but his body said no. And lying here was boring. Boring, but what else could he be doing? He couldn't read, because he wasn't allowed to light candles unsupervised. He still blamed the cat for the burn mark on the parlor rug, but rules were rules. Rules could also be broken, but he would have to find matches, and that meant venturing out into the dark, wide house.

He got off his bed and crept slowly over to the doorway. He peered out. There was no sound besides the clock ticking, and of course, the creaking. At least this creaking was quieter. He looked right, and then left, and saw nothing except closed doors and shadows. He was incredibly bored in his room, but he decided his mom would kill him if he stole matches. Well, maybe he could sneak a snack. She probably wouldn't be too mad about that. He slid one slippered foot and then another into the hallway, staring over his shoulder, his eyes fixed on a particularly dark shadow near his mother's room.

Walking one way and looking another isn't the best way of getting around. Especially when you step on something wet.

He stared down in dismay. It seemed to be a small animal. A mouse? Or a bat?! What if it was still alive and bit him so he went crazy, like Hubert had said? He backed away from it. He wasn't sure what to do.

Well, who better to ask for advice and a light than Hubert himself? Assuming he was awake. Oswald didn't know what time it was, and didn't want to rouse him, because he might get angry.

He quietly stepped over to his brother's door, trying not to shy from the shadows nearby. He put his ear to it. All was silent within. He didn't even hear the scratch of Hubert's quill. So he was asleep. Oswald hesitated. Who better to wake, his brother or his mother?

The door opened. Oswald yelped.

"Hush! What are you upset about?" said Hubert, his tall figure framed in candlelight.

"I didn't think you were awake," Oswald whispered. "But listen- I think I stepped on a dead mouse over there."

Hubert raised his eyebrows. Then he slipped past him and out into the hallway, where he crouched down in one swift motion beside the small, dark thing on the floor. Oswald watched him from the doorway.

Hubert looked at it for a few seconds, then scooped it into his hand and came over to Oswald. As he approached, the candlelight crept onto his grim expression.

"Hand," he said.

"Huh?" said Oswald.

"Hand!" Hubert whispered harshly, gesturing at him.

"No!" Oswald said, but seeing Hubert's face, he complied and held it out.

Hubert dropped the wet thing onto it.

Oswald uttered a quiet yell, turning his face away. Then he turned it back to look at the thing in his hand. It was a cat toy.

He looked up at Hubert, who was shaking with tiny chuckles.

"Very funny," said Oswald. "I can't see in the dark, I didn't know what it was!"

"Well, you didn't bother to look very closely, did you? Ah, well. Seems this fellow's had a swim in the water dish." Hubert tossed the toy back into the hallway, against the wall this time so it wouldn't find another foot. "Come on, before we wake Mother." He pushed against Oswald's back so he went inside, then shut the door behind them.

He went to his desk and sat down. Oswald came and stood beside him.

"You can sit," said Hubert, waving at his bed. Oswald got on it, and sat looking at him, kicking his legs.

"So, why were you stumbling around in the dark like a blindfolded monkey?"

Oswald huffed. "I can't sleep."

"Ah," said Hubert. "And why, pray tell?"

Oswald shrugged. "I don't know. Just not tired enough, I guess."

"I see." He picked up his quill with one hand, and one of the many papers on his desk with the other.

"What are you doing? Something boring?"

"Yes."

"Do you wanna do something else?"

"No."

Oswald looked down at his feet, and kept kicking them.

Hubert leaned back in his chair. "What did you have in mind?"

"Oh! Uh. Nothing, I guess. I don't know. -Do bats really make you go mad, Hubert?"

Hubert let out a laugh. "Where did that come from? Yes, getting bit by one can give you an unpleasant mind altering disease. Can. Not necessarily will. But I don't know why you bring it up." He watched Oswald for a few seconds. "Are you just going to sit there, then?"

"Well...I don't know. Wait." He smiled hesitantly. "Will you read me a story?"

Hubert looked at his papers, then pushed them away. "Aren't you a little old for that?" He was already getting up and turning to his bookshelf.

Oswald kicked his legs again, this time out of happiness. "No," he said. "Well, maybe, but I still want one."

"Then move over, or do you want to make me sit on the floor?"

Oswald scurried to the side of the bed, letting Hubert sit down and stretch his long legs down the quilt. He opened the book, and Oswald huddled up against him. Hubert sighed.

"What are you, a little child?"

"No," said Oswald, clutching Hubert's arm so he couldn't escape. Hubert shook his head. He put his arm around his brother and read to him awhile, until he fell asleep. When he did, with his head resting against Hubert's side, Hubert rose from the bed. He carefully pulled the quilt down and then over him, sneaking off his slippers at the same time. He tucked him snugly, then looked at him for a moment. He smiled to himself.

"Good night, Oswald," he murmured. He went back to his desk, where he himself fell asleep soon after.

#Fire Emblem #Fire Emblem Three Houses #Fire Emblem Warriors Three Hopes #FE3H #FEW3H #Hubert von Vestra #Oswald von Vestra #Fire Emblem Siblings Week #Fire Emblem Siblings Week 2023 #My Writing #Featuring Vellatra's favorite metaphor #This was supposed to be for the prompt “fear” but ended up having to do with books too.#Fanfiction

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irrevocably-delicious · 2 years

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My yurivain/Sylvix fanfic is finished! And the first chapter is posted!

It’s outrageously horny, but if you like reading about hot people with too many feelings having sex… please give it a try.

#sylvix #yurivain #sylvain gautier #yuri leclerc #fire emblem warriors three hopes #fe3h #few3h #fe3hopes #felix fraldarius #fire emblem fanfiction

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onyxedskies · 2 years

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question: if i wrote a kind of golden route kinda thing that supplied the answers we got from three hopes but followed the plot of white clouds (three houses part 1) for the most part, what would the interest level be? i’ve had an idea floating around in my mind but idk how many people would read it

#fe3h #few3h #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem warriors three hopes #azure moon #azure gleam #crimson flower #scarlet blaze #verdant wind #golden wildfire #fe16 #fanfiction #fe3h fanfiction #dimitri blaiddyd #claude von riegan #edelgard von hresvelg #golden route

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arysthaeniru · 1 year

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wip wednesday!

look i know i ought to be working on either of my other two longfics but petra/edelgard in hopes compells me.

#petra macneary #edelgard von hresvelg #fanfiction #few3h #writing struggles #do you ever think about petra talking about her siblings in hopes #and them never once coming up in houses????#because i do #all the fucking time

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dazzlerazz · 1 year

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Get Back Home

One Shot - Complete Words: 2,250 Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Fire Emblem Three Hopes Categories: M/M Ship: Linhardt von Hevring/Caspar von Bergliez Characters: Caspar von Bergliez, Linhardt von Hevring, My Unit | Shez Summary: Need to get home. Need to get back. Back to Caspar.

#my fics #fanfiction #fire emblem #fire emblem three hopes #fire emblem warriors three hopes #fe3hopes #few3h #few3hopes #linhardt von hevring #linhardt fire emblem #fe linhardt #caspar von bergliez #caspar fire emblem #fe caspar #linspar #casphardt

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sparrowsworkshop · 1 year

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“What Must Be Done” by OneWingedSparrow

Fic Summary: Former lovers Hubert and Byleth are forced to fight. Three Hopes or Three Houses, take your pick! ;) Main Tags: Drabble, Blood and Injury, Angst, Ambiguous Ending, Hubert / Byleth, Enemies to Lovers to Enemies, Sort-of AU, Memory is a strange thing Read on AO3 Reblogs are appreciated! Inspired by this prompt by @whump-galaxy. Thanks a bunch!

~ Byleth spat out a tooth. Her jaw ached where the Death blast had hit and...rotted her gums, as best as she could taste. She forced herself to breathe through her nose, speech mangled by the blood in her mouth. “I don’t want to fight you,” she said, slowly. Palm outstretched, streams of magic weaving between his fingers, Hubert glowered. “That’s your mistake,” he hissed. “Traitor.” The Sword of the Creator snapped back together. Then hit the ground. “So you do remember me?” she whispered. His hand shook. He...who never showed weakness. “I...will do what must be done.” ~

#thanks for reading!#huleth #drabble #angst #hubert von vestra #byleth eisner #fire emblem fanfic #fe fanfic #fire emblem #three hopes #fe3h #fewth #few3h #three houses #hubert x byleth #what must be done #fanfic #fanfiction #sparrow fics

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the-fab-fox · 1 year

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[ FE:3H ] 1000 Reasons

Title: 1000 Reasons Ship: Claude von Riegan x Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd Chapters: 2 of ?. Summary: Claude is having a great day. So good that even the barista who took his coffee order that afternoon had spelled his name right!

Absolutely nothing could ruin the day.

Enter Dimitri Blaiddyd. (His ex for the uninformed.)

Okay, so maybe one thing could ruin the day.

[Or the Dimiclaude romcom no one asked for but everyone needs. It'll be chock full of that good romcom trope goodness. Just strap in and get ready.]

It's not imperative to the story but if you want to get a musical feel for their relationship and the story, you'll want to check out 1000 Reasons by Caleb Hearn. I named the title of this fic after this song.

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Chapter 2

Claude had never been more wrong than he had been to think that Dimitri moving back into town was going to really change anything.

For one, he hadn't moved back in with Claude and the others. He'd gotten a really fancy pad in the richer part of town. It wasn't until things like that happened that Claude even remembered the blond was rich.

That had been one of the many things Claude had loved about the blond—though he had money, and plenty of it, he never bragged or shoved someone's face in it. He dressed really nice but it wasn't ever too flashy or obviously expensive. Just really nice clothes. Dignified. Noble.

To a fault.

Just like the man wearing them.

The other reason he'd been very wrong in his assumption that Dimitri being back was going to cause problems, was the fact that while they were still very much exes, with clearly plenty of resentment still lingering, both of them had grown in the five years they'd spent apart.

Well. He'd grown anyway. He supposed he couldn't really speak for his ex, but he hoped for the best. Just because it hadn't worked out between them and they were no longer amicable with one another, didn't mean he wanted Dimitri to suffer. Far from it.

He actually wished him nothing but happiness and success. He just wished the big dumb idiot would do it far away from him so he didn't have to have a constant reminder of their failed history.

"—to Claude? Um, helloooo~ Earth to Claude?!"

The Claude in question blinked as he came back to both himself and the present. Hilda was staring at him with both expectancy and annoyance.

"There you are! Finally!" She grumbled under her breath and shook her head, raising her phone's mouthpiece to her mouth.

"Okay. He's no longer daydreaming, Holst. I swear, ever since Dimitri moved back into town he's been acting crazy."

Claude was still trying to focus on the here and now so while he heard Holst's gruff, loud voice coming over the speaker, nothing he said registered. A few moments later, the call came to an end.

"My brother is gonna call you. Be sure to answer it, dummy. I'm not gonna bail you out again."

Claude nodded. "Thanks, Hilda. You're my real ride-or-die," he said, meaning every word. Hilda just laughed but looked pleased all the same.

Watching her start to leave, something jogged in his memory.

"Oh, Hilda, wait!"

The pink haired girl turned back to him.

"Okay, but hurry. Leonie needs me to set the table. You're eating with us tonight, right?"

Claude nodded. "Yeah. So, the night Dimitri moved back. What did he want?"

Hilda shrugged. "To talk to my brother about something, I guess. I just told him I'd have Holst call him and that's when you came in and the two of you had a cat fight."

Claude glared at that but there wasn't much heat behind it. Honestly, her description probably wasn't too far off. He could totally see someone comparing his and Dimitri's squabbling as two fighting cats hissing.

"Right."

Hilda took off and Claude watched her go. A few moments later, his phone was buzzing. He answered the call quickly.

"Heya, Holst, buddy. Thanks for getting back to me. So what did you— uh… really? They're interested in coding for the app then. And they'll meet with us… us and our other investor."

A sinking feeling settled over him.

"So just one is not enough anymore huh? Where am I supposed to find another investor?"

Claude grinned at the answer he received. "You got us another backer! Now why didn't you open with that, asshole. Of course, you're hilarious. So any chance the other investor can make the meeting tomorrow?"

He was joking but pleasantly surprised when Holst answered in the affirmative.

"Oh my god. That's great. Well, I guess I'll see everyone tomorrow. Business casual—ugh, fine. I'll wear a suit. Don't say I never did anything for you, Goneril."

The call had come to an end. Which was just as well because a second later, Lysithia was screeching up the stairs at him that dinner was ready.

As he got up to head down stairs, he cursed himself as he remembered he had completely forgotten to ask Holst about Dimitri. Luckily, he'd be seeing him the very next day.

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Claude made sure to get to Holst's investment firm thirty minutes early. He went over everything with Holst and then the two of them set up the conference room.

That done, Holst's secretary informed them that two out of three of the other guests had arrived. Once she had settled them in the room with water and copies of Claude's business proposal, Claude and Holst moved to join the two. Just as Holst reached for the door, Claude stopped him.

"Real quick, before I forget because of this meeting—Hilda told me that Dimitri had been looking for you the night he moved back. So what's up with that? What did he want?"

"Oh! That. That's—why don't I tell you after the meeting. It's a lot to go into and we should get in there before the other investor gets in."

Claude sighed. He wanted to know more now, not later. Unfortunately, Holst was already moving on. He opened the door and the two of them entered, greeting the app developers and getting settled in while they waited for the last guest to show up.

They didn't have to wait too much longer.

A firm knock sounded on the door and Holst's secretary opened it once the older man gave her the approval.

"Sir, he's here. Should I s—"

"Yes, please send him in."

Claude, who had been watching, was beginning to feel the tell tale itches that told him something was a little hinky.

Just what was hinky was answered a second later as Dimitri Blaiddyd walked back into his life for the second time in the span of a week.

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countvonvestra · 1 year

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Stress Relief & Motivation: The Hubert Fuckfest | Chapter One: Jeritza

Jeritza/Hubert | Explicit | 2.4k

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#huritza #jeritza x hubert #jeritza von hrym #hubert von vestra #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #fire emblem three hopes #fire emblem warriors three hopes #few3h #bottom hubert von vestra #fanfiction #fanfic #hubert is the army fucktoy basically

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sunstone-smiles · 2 years

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Hi :) This is the Shez and Edelgard anon! Since day 8 isn't available, would you please do day 25 (teasing)? If that gets taken, then would 26 (favorite spot) be okay? Thank you so much :) <3

Hello anon! Of course! I hope you enjoy Day 25 of Tickletober: Teasing!

Teasing a Busy Eagle

Series: Fire Emblem Three Hopes

Characters: Shez and Edelgard

Words: 511

Summary: When Edelgard lets out an unexpected squeak after Shez pokes her, the mercenary can’t help but tease her about it to get the Emperor to do it again. Enjoy!

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A knock at the door startles Edelgard out of her thoughts, causing a quick jump in her chair. Without taking her eyes off the maps flattened out on her desk, she composes herself from the little scare, then acknowledges whoever is at the door. “Come in,” she says.

With a slight creek on the hinges, Shez pops their head in from behind the entrance. “Hey Edelgard,” they greet the Emperor. “How are you doing?”

Edelgard glances over her shoulder when she recognizes the mercenary’s voice. “Ah, Shez. I’m fine. Just making sure all the preparations are ready for our next course of action. Do you need me for something?”

“No, nothing in particular. You’ve just been cooped up in here all day and I wanted to check on you,” Shez makes their way closer to Edelgard.

“I appreciate you checking on me. I’ve just been busy is all. It wasn’t my intention to worry you.”

Shez lets out a short sigh and accepts her reasoning. “Alright. Well don’t work yourself too hard, we need our Emperor in tip top shape,” Shez jokingly remarks and gives Edelgard a friendly poke to her side.

To the mercenary’s surprise, a high pitched squeak is suddenly produced by Edelgard, to which the Emperor immediately shoots a hand up to cover her mouth.

Shez blinks at her for a moment, then turns their concerned expression into a smile. “What was that?”

Edelgard twists her head away to stare at her desk, desperately trying to avoid any eye contact with Shez. “N-Nothing! It was nothing! Forget you heard anything!”

Shez peaks their head around Edelgard to see her face. “It kind of sounded like a baby bird chirping.”

Edelgard lowers her neck into her shoulders in embarrassment. “Please, don’t start teasing me—EEP!” Edelgard slaps both hands over her mouth and attempts to muffle her laughter when Shez starts tickling her sides.

“It’s going to be hard to resist teasing you then in this state,” Shez grins and scribbles their fingers a little faster into Edelgard’s torso. The Emperor curls herself up in her chair, still trying to suppress the laughter just bursting to come out, but she soon is unable to hold it back any longer, allowing a stream of high pitched giggles to pour from her mouth.

“Shehehehez! Hahaha!” Edelgard wraps her arms around herself and wriggles in her chair.

“Aww, now you sound like a bunch of little baby birds chirping away at once.”

“Whahahat did I sahahay about the teheheheasing,” Edelgard scolds the mercenary through her laughter before letting out another squeak when Shez scribbles their hands into her underarms.

“What was that? I can’t hear you over your laughter,” the mercenary feigns innocence.

“Shehehehez!”

The mercenary chuckles. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist.” Shez smiles at the squirmy Emperor and releases her from their attack, allowing the Edelgard to lean over on her desk to recover. At least Shez was able to give Edelgard this short break from her work to relax a bit, even if it did involve a small bit of friendly teasing.

#Dabbles from Sunstone #augtickletober2022 #tickletober2022 #tickletober #fire emblem #fire emblem three hopes #few3h #edelgard von hresvelg #fire emblem shez #fire emblem edelgard #fire emblem fanfiction #fire emblem fanfic #sfw fanfiction #sfw fanfic #sfw tickle fic #tickle fic

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