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lapinbunwrites · 1 year

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Title: Starlit Dance

Ratings: Gen

Warnings: None

Fandom: Fire Emblem Warriors Three Hopes

Relationships: M!Shez/Claude von Riegan

Characters: M!Shez, Claude von Riegan

Additional Tags: Fluff

Word Count: 2,057

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It was no shock to Claude when everyone started to talk about the ball. Who wouldn’t? If there was one thing he really loved, it was balls and dances. You have people celebrating, you have people dancing, and you have a giant feast. Whenever there was a big dance, it reminded him a little of home. With all the talk about the ball, nothing else was being said. No juicy gossip about people’s lives, no gossip about the political leaders, or about anything else. Not that Claude minded. It was nice to see other people get excited about other things outside of their normal lifestyles.

Claude whistled as he walked around the monastery, continuing his eavesdropping. He got bits and pieces of their conversations, hearing them talk about what they were going to wear, how they were going to style their hair, and who they were going with. The only part of everyone’s conversation that stuck out was, who were people were going with. It seemed to Claude that mostly everyone had a date. And it also got him wondering, who was he going to go with? He wondered if Shez was going with anyone.

His whistling died down the closer he got the tea tables placed outside of the great hall. He smiled faintly as he saw Shez waving to him.

“Claude!” Shez called out. “Over here!”

Claude nodded as he walked over to him.

“What took you so long?” Shez teased.

“Just taking a stroll through the monastery to keep you waiting,” Claude laughed. “So what do we have here?”

“A little tea party,” Shez smiled. “Are you going to join me or do I need to find someone else to drink tea with?”

Claude laughed, pulling out the chair across from Shez.

“What did your rounds bring you? Anything interesting?” Shez asked, taking a sip of his tea.

“Everyone was talking about the ball,” Claude informed, pouring himself some of the tea into his drink.

“It’s all that people are talking about. It’s weird.” Shez commented, rolling his eyes.

“I think it’s a great thing!” Claude smiled, intertwining his fingers. “It’s nice to hear people talk about something other than their mundane problems. It is also nice to not constantly have to hear about politics all the time.”

“That is true.” Shez agreed. “It gets quite confusing to have to keep up with everything.”

“Heh. You are more of a sword than a pen,” Claude joked.

“Heh, that much is true. I leave all that thinky-brain stuff to you,” Shez joked along.

Claude nodded as he took another sip of his drink.

“Was there anything interesting that you overheard?” Shez asked.

“Only who was going with who.” Claude informed.

“Ha! That’s the juicy you’ve found?” Shez laughed.

“Heh. That’s the only thing worth reporting,” Claude laughed along with him. “While it’s not the best news, I’m still excited for this ball.”

“I think the only thing I’m excited about is the food!” Shez exclaimed.

“That is a good reason, but don’t you want to dance with somebody?” Claude asked, taking a sip of his drink.

“Not really. I don’t care about these balls and dancing.”

“What if you had someone there to dance with?” Claude suggested.

“Who?” Shez asked, chugging his tea.

“Me, of course.” Claude smirked.

“You, Claudester?” Shez asked, choking on his drink.

“Why not! It’ll be fun!”

“Yeah, sure. Why not?” Shez smiled.

Claude smirked as he took another sip of his tea. “So what time should I pick you up?”

“Whenever you want,” Shez suggested.

Claude smiled, feeling a sense of relief. Before he could say another word, the bell for class rang. They quickly cleaned up their mess and rushed over to their classroom. They huffed and puffed when they got to class and when they sat at their seats. For the rest of the day, Claude listened to lectures about swordsmanship.

After class, Claude went straight to his room. He didn’t stay behind to talk to Shez or any of his other classmates. He opened up his notebook and began jotting down ideas to impress Shez. He sighed when he wasn’t able to write anything down. He was a man of many ideas, but he couldn’t think of anything to impress the man he cared about. Claude couldn’t be more disappointed in himself.

He left his room to make himself more tea. When he got back, he blankly stared at his notebook. He sighed again and picked up his quill. Whatever thought he had, he put it in the notebook. He did not get any sleep that night.

Claude couldn’t believe that the ball arrived so soon. It felt like yesterday he was training with the other classes and getting annihilated in a training session with Dimitri. Now he was looking at himself in the mirror, fixing his disheveled outfit. He was wearing a simple black suit with a gold accent on the edges. This was surely going to impress Shez.

He took one last look at himself in the mirror, giving himself a smile. He placed his hand on his chest as he walked through the dormitory, feeling his heart beat normally. He thought he would be a little bit more nervous about this, but he wasn’t. He felt elated.

Claude stopped at Shez’s door, waiting for him after he knocked on his door.

“Hey there, Claudester!” Shez greeted. “You look very spiffy in that suit of yours.”

“Why thank you!” Claude smiled. “You don’t look half bad in yours.”

“Thanks.” Shez laughed nervously. “Hilda made me try on every suit at the boutique she dragged me to.”

“Ha! I bet you had a real fun time with that,” Claude chuckled.

“Oh yeah. It was real fun,” Shez said, rolling his eyes. “She was a real pain about it. Got a little fussy when I picked out this suit when I first saw it.”

“I don’t blame her. It’s just a bland black suit. Where is the pizazz,” Claude teased.

“Oh please, I’m surprised that you are into wearing fancy things,” Shez said, shaking his head.

“What? I love to dress up a little when I go to fancy, schmancy balls,” Claude laughed.

Shez only shook his head.

“Shall we get going?” Claude asked, holding out his arm.

“We shall,” Shez agreed, taking his arm.

The grand hall was packed with people when they arrived. It was a bit difficult to maneuver through the seas of people going through the room. Claude breathed as he led Shez through the crowd, trying to get to the dance floor. The music started to slow down the closer they got to the middle of the room. Once Claude got to his destination, the music stopped.

“Weird. Is the music supposed to stop?” Shez asked.

“It stops for a few seconds when they want to change the style,” Claude informed, turning to face Shez.

“Oh,” Shez lulled out as the music started to pick up again. This time it was slower.

Claude smirked, as he held out his hand. “May I have this dance?”

Shez nodded and took his hand.

Along with the slow song, Claude felt his heartbeat slow down. Everything felt like bliss, it didn’t even matter that all eyes were on the two of them. After the song ended, the music started to pick up to something more jovial and exciting.

“As fun as this is, I don’t have legs of steel,” Shez joked. “I think it’s about time to stop.”

“Fine, fine.” Claude agreed, giving him a wink. He grabbed his hand and dragged him across the room. “Let’s get something to eat then. You were excited about the food, right?”

“Oh yeah!” Shez exclaimed. “I wonder what they have.”

Claude smiled and led him to the tables of food. He stood in awe as he saw Shez dug right into the food. He was amazed at how much food he could stuff into his mouth. He can even rival Rahael. Claude’s amazement turned into laughter when Shez fell into a food coma.

He dragged Shez out of the ballroom and into the garden. He looked around, trying to find a place away from the prying eyes looking at them. A big smile grew upon his face as he found a place to hide. Claude did his best dragging Shez up the stairs of the Goddess Tower.

Claude playfully rolled his eyes when Shez clutched his body and not letting go. At least he had a good view of the stars.

“Mph,” Shez lulled out. “Where am I?”

“In the Goddess Tower,” Claude replied, giving him a smile.

“Ow. Why does my head hurt? And my arms? Did someone chuck me down the stairs or something?” Shez asked, rubbing his head as he sat up.

“More like the opposite,” Claude sighed. “I dragged up the stairs and dinged you up by accident.”

“Heh, you did one hell of a number on me,” Shez teased.

“Sorry, sorry.” Claude apologized.

“By the way, why did you bring me here of all places?” Shez asked, getting up from the ground.

“For some privacy.” Claude said, walking to the railing that was outside.

“What? Are you going to confess your love to me?” Shez laughed.

“Yes,” Claude stated.

“Uh what?” Shez gasped. “I wasn’t being serious!”

“But I am.” Claude smiled. “The Goddess Tower is where people go to confess their love, you know?”

“What? That isn’t true!” Shez exclaimed.

��You’ve been living here for nine months and you haven’t heard of the tales of this place?” Claude sighed.

“I probably didn’t listen.” Shez explained.

Claude placed his hands together, inhaled, exhaled, and pointed his hands towards Shez. “How did I fall in love with an idiot?”

“Don’t ask me, you’re the one with the answers.” Shez laughed. “So how do the stories go?”

“One story goes that if two lovers come up to this tower and pray together,” Claude explained. “The Goddess would come down and bless them. After that, they will be together forever.”

“That is very romantic.” Shez smiled, holding out his hands. “Well?”

Claude laughed and took his hands. As he was silently praying, he looked up to Shez and felt his heart stop. He could feel his face heat up as he watched the man he loved mumble something under his breath. The stars didn’t help by shining their light on Shez.

“So, what did you wish for?” Shez asked, opening up his eyes.

“You’re not supposed to say or the wish won’t come true.” Claude smiled.

“Well that’s a shame.” Shez sighed. “I would have loved to hear what you wished for. I hope it comes true.”

“I know it will,” Claude said, bringing Shez closer to him.

“Claude?” Shez softly said, feeling Claude’s breath against his lips.

“Will you kiss me?” Claude asked.

“Yes.” Shez agreed.

Claude was shocked, he didn’t think he would say yes. He took one breath in and exhaled before he pulled Shez’s face closer to his, pressing his lips against his. The most shocking part of this whole experience were Shez’s soft lips.

“Heh,” Shez chuckled. “You are a surprisingly good kisser.”

“You’re not half bad yourself.” Claude commented.

“We should get back.” Shez said.

“How about we stay a little while longer and look at the stars.” Claude suggested.

“Fine, fine. I don’t think I could possibly stay in a stuffy ballroom again,” Shez agreed.

As the two looked up at the stars, Claude placed his hand on Shez’s. He may have had a million ideas to impress him written down in his notebook, but none of them would beat standing here with him looking at stars.

“Is everything alright, Claude?” Shez asked, looking over to him.

“Yeah, everything is fine,” Claude reassured him.

Shez nodded, giving him a kiss on his cheek.

Claude felt his face heat up as he placed his hand on his cheek.

“Yeah, today was perfect,” Claude whispered to himself.

“What?” Shez asked, looking over to him.

“Nothing,” Claude said, reassuring him again.

“Let’s get you to bed,” Shez suggested. “I think you have had a little too much partying.”

“I guess you’re right,” Claude laughed.

Claude took Shez’s hand and walked back to Shez’s room. Claude gave him a peck on Shez’s cheek before going back to his and going to sleep.

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#my writing #fire emblem warriors three hopes #shezclaude #fire emblem warriors 3 hopes #fire emblem w3h #claude von riegan #khalid von riegan #shez #salkfj;dfjadk is shezclaude the right ship name aslkjf;lsdkfj #claude/shez #shez/claude #claude x shez #shez x claude #claude von riegan/shez #shez/claude von riegan #khalid von riegan/shez #shez/kahlid von riegan #khalid/shez #shez/khalid

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lonizera · 9 months

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i fell back into the fire emblem hole and i can’t escape so here’s some doodles i made whilst still abroad

#my art #digitalart #fanart #art #artists on tumblr #lonizeracraft #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #claude von riegan #khalid von riegan #edelgard von hresvelg #byleth eisner #fe shez #i care for them a lot #shez is so underrated i love them sm #i finished golden wildfire and i’m in pain #WHY CAN’T EVERYONE BE HAPPY

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pespo · 5 months

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LESBIANS... WE NEED MORE OF THEM

#claude von riegan #fe3h #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #fire emblem 3 houses #claude #khalid #edelgard von hresvelg #fe3h shez #ignatz victor #fe3h hapi #dedue molinaro #leonie pinelli #sylvain jose gautier #monroe refence xddd

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lescalip · 2 years

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in honor of me completing golden wildfire, fire emblem textposts pt 1

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pandrena · 2 years

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today, I bring you memes per suggestion of my partner. tomorrow? probably more memes

do not repost my artwork. reblogs are okay and appreciated.

#fire emblem three hopes spoilers #fire emblem spoilers #claude von reigen #khalid von riegan #fe shez #fire emblem #fandom art #lorenz hellman gloucester #fire emblem warriors three hopes #fe3h #fire emblem warriors 3 hopes spoilers #fire emblem warrior three hopes spoilers #hilda valentine goneril #kermitart

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zevzevarainai · 2 years

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I’m sorry, Claude. It looked like you were hesitating, so I...

Don’t worry about it. I never would’ve found my resolve if not for you.

So that Shahid guy, was he your--

Don’t say it. Honestly, it’s not even about that.

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rainestorm2556 · 2 years

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So much to report on with three hopes…Sooooo Claude’s dad doesn’t know where he is, he’s the favorite, and Shahid is only attacking to earn enough renown to be guaranteed as the heir to the throne. Shez is a mercenary for him. Count Gloucester’s name is Erwin. He yields his title and makes Lorenz the new count. Holst joins your army. Nader misses Khalid. Ferdinand is acting how Hubert did in three houses if you played Golden Deer. The empire hired Byleth and Jeralt. Alois joins Jeralt’s mercenaries. Lorenz is actually a decent guy Erwin was just pushing a lot of his own beliefs into him. Erwin’s surrender to the empire except it was an act. Margrave Edmund is contributing heavily financial wise. We were right when we thought that it would be Holst fighting Count Bergliez. Only it’s Caspar’s dad not brother. Leonie doesn’t bring Jeralt up every five seconds. There are some supports you can’t view at all though the units have that support level. Holst doesn’t have a crest. Shamir is on your side in Golden Deer. Stuff, especially gifts, is/are SUPER expensive even though you get money pretty easily. Anna doesn’t stay at your camp forever. Gatekeeper is playable. Some units will cost renown after your initial play through. Renown is very difficult to earn and you don’t get a whole lot of it, so I advise against spending it. Swapping out your units from battle to battle is VERY important. Maya refers to Raphael’s sister as that’s her name. Acheron is from House Phlegethon and you have to defeat him. Viscount Siward is a generic npc. GATEKEEPER HAS MORE SIBLINGS THAN JUST HIS TWIN BROTHER AND WAS IN THE CHURCH BAND AND RAN AWAY FROM HOME! YURI WANTS TO GO ON A DATE WITH SYLVAIN WHO MADE FELIX BLUSH! Yuri is stunning. Emile wants to protect Mercie. Judith does if you don’t recruit Byleth. Jeralt says Byleth is just like Sitri. Also Judith and Tiana were best friends.

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nightmareonpeachstreet · 2 years

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Three Hopes Spoilers:

Claude, who just got called out by his older brother in broad daylight: you didn’t hear anything

Shez, who doesn’t know the first thing about family drama and doesn’t want to learn now: I didn’t hear anything

#a mutual understanding to just not talk about it #Shez //#Claude Von Riegan //#Khalid Von Riegan //#Shahid //#Fire Emblem //#FEWTH //#FEWTH spoilers //

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sleepy-bear-tm · 6 months

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Favorite ships for the three lords?

Hmmmmm

Okay Edelgard is a toughie, I’m in a three way split between her and Dorothea, Byleth, and Claude

For Claude? Edelgard and Hapi (I was ecstatic to see they got supports in Hopes 🙏)

Dimitri is tough cause but I adore him and Shez and Dedue

#honestly I think Dimitri should get to a good place mentally which I only think is possible in post canon of Houses but I love his dynamic #with Shez so much #anyway #Kylie rambles #not art #fe3h #Khalid #Edelgard #Dimitri #claude von reigen #edelgard von hresvelg #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd

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arabian-batboy · 2 years

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You didn’t hear it from me, but Petra and specifically male Shez are literally the only good love interests for Khalid out there (and MAYBE Dimitri if it was written really well, just maybe)

#if we're in a normal AU then DimitriXKhalid could be a great ship #khalid von riegan #but in the game universe it's either Petra or Shez for me sorry #claude von riegan #Petra Macneary #Yes she is #fe3h #few3h

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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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chorusmusarum · 3 months

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🎲I also have Petra as a muse but I need to properly list her, whoops! Anyway, hit me :>

I added your request ones if that's okay!

Maruki/Sojiro: Of all my Persona muses, we got the one that doesn't interact with Maruki or if they do, it's minimal. Oops? Sojiro would be so angry should he ever learn about the reality-warping. Very, very confused, but angry. Futaba's been through enough. She doesn't need her mother being dangled in front of her.

Shez/Dorothea: Did I understand correctly that it's only Houses where Shez won't join the empire? Hopes-wise, Dorothea's general demeanour changes massively between SB/GW and AG, though this isn't reflected in supports due to the nature of them. So interactions may vary depending on the route, but even if Shez doesn't understand most of her music, I think she'd appreciate her trying, and just being around? I'm fairly confident it's stated that Dorothea is the only commoner in the eagles, including generics, and she's been surrounded by the glitz that comes with being a diva for so long, I think she'd love to have more friends who aren't part of noble society.

Byleth/Claude: We could do something relating to their respective roles post-VW? With Claude showing up like what's up, King Khalid of Almyra here. Sure their friends really appreciate discovering that out of the blue.

Byleth/Hubert: I can work with Silver Snow but it would be purely a hostile relationship as Hubert does not allow himself to care about or trust Byleth at all until the moment they side with Edelgard, should they do so. Could do a thread where the Kingdom or Alliance manage to take him alive and he can reveal what he knows about TWSITD? Because oh boy if they've lost, he's got nothing to lose by warning the victors. He already does in VW via a letter. Hopes-wise? Hmm. I'm not too sure currently, to be honest. CF I can definitely work with them, but SB less so and same with the other routes.

Yuri/Hubert: They don't interact which I'm upset about because I really want to see supports between them and also, in CF Yuri is canonically working for Hubert? He mentions it in an exploration line. They're both sneaky little guys and I just think it'd be neat if they talked. Also Hubert's helping Edelgard reform a crest-based society that has harmed Yuri, even though Hubert is someone who is privileged because of the world they grew up in. That could lead to some questioning from Yuri, I feel like? I enjoy fantasy politics though I know they're not everyone's cup of tea. Hopes-wise, I see the AG preference and I utterly hate that Hubert and Ferdinand die off-screen so I am down for an AU where they're in hiding and show up as green units to save Edeglard/take down TWSITD. We could do something with that?

#cybrvce #ask reply #Fire Emblem (Fandom)#I cheated slightly #this is the second ask in a row where I wasn't happy to see my Hilda come up which is kind of a sign to move her to request only atm #and I didn't include those muses in this only yours #and then shez/dorothea appeared twice so removed them both

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fantasyinvader · 2 years

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Remember Dimitri’s conversation with Claude once Arval activates his trap card and sends everyone to the Shadow Realm? How getting rid of the Central Church and it’s doctrine would delegitimatize their rule while it invites the people dying in droves due to the chaos it would create? The parts that Claude specifically wants to ignore, instead taking issue with the idea he would die? If you really think about it, that’s exactly what will happen after Golden Wildfire.

Keep in mind that in Houses, it’s stated that when people saw the Immaculate One fighting Edelgard’s forces at Garreg Mach they took it as a sign that the Goddess wasn’t on Edelgard’s side. After all, the Immaculate One is seen as a benevolent guardian of Fodlan by the masses, and in Houses it only reinforced people’s faith.

Edelgard fighting the Immaculate One turned the faithful against her. What would Claude killing her do? Especially when Claude was persuaded to use the Eastern Church in order to crown him king in order to keep the masses calm? The Eastern Church becomes an illegitimate church, one that endorsed a leader who killed a servant of the Goddess the Church claims to follow. We know from Houses, specifically Lorenz, that the nobles in the Alliance pay lip service to the Church in order to keep the people on their side. If anything, it would give House Gloucester a means to turn the Federation against Claude. And that’s just the beginning.

Never mind what this would mean for Edelgard and the Empire. Edelgard and her Southern sect would be seen as illegitimate as well, but we all know that Edelgard has no problems using force to keep the people in line. If anything this would be a move to turn Edelgard into the tyrant we know she can be. Since she was the one whose claims Claude followed, she would not be seen in the best light either.

The Kingdom did protect Rhea until the very end... but let’s be real here. Edelgard was going after Dimitri in the West during the last chapter while Claude conquered his way to Rhea in the East. There’s not going to be much of the Kingdom left over to side with Dimitri, not unless the faithful from all over Fodlan flock to defend it in response to the revelation that the Federation and Empire were not endorsed by the Goddess.

On top of that, people know TWSITD exist in this timeline. Edelgard suspected Shez was one of them, and would recruit them to keep an eye on them in SB (this could explain why she thinks Dimitri is working with Thales in AG). She could just as easily throw “Claude is working with TWSITD” as well due to Claude working with Shez. And since no one knows where Claude comes from, they could accuse him of being a Slither as well. Claude could get out of it by revealing his true identity... but that would mean that the Alliance became the Federation by the machinations of an Almyran prince. Almyra would be seen as conquering the Alliance. Little chance they would be accepting of Claude’s insistence of tearing down borders and embracing new ways of thinking with that in mind.

Speaking of Almyra, Claude undermined his father’s authority when he took their navy. Almyra is a meritocracy itself, so his father’s rule would come into question as Nader goes around telling people about how he attacked the Kingdom capital with the Federation. Plus, if it gets out that the leader of the Federation is the missing prince Khalid, the same Khalid who killed Prince Shahid, Claude’s other siblings might have some thoughts about this. Almyra could very well declare war on the Federation so that the King may reassert his authority if one of those siblings didn’t want to take a swing at Claude themselves.

Brigid either loses it’s queen, or it’s queen defected to the Alliance. Petra is not going to earn her people’s freedom from Edelgard either way, unless Edelgard grants Brigid independence in memory of Petra’s “noble sacrifice”. But considering that Edelgard is bossing Brigid and it’s queen around? Not likely.

And this is all on top of the idea that Claude’s calling for the war to end after killing Rhea falls on deaf ears after everything he’s done. He has sacked the Kingdom, killed one of it’s defenders and made Sylvain into a much colder person. He had Count Gloucester fake a surrender to lure the Imperial army in and tried to wipe them out as they tried to retreat. Edelgard’s goal is fucking conquest, and just saying she’d be the bad guy if she kept fighting after Rhea dies isn’t going to magically make Claude the hero. Nor is him going after the Church instead of TWSITD, something that has members of his own army worried in exploration. If he holds onto the Kingdom territory he claimed in order to have more resources against a post-warEdelgard, then his claims of only being after the Church would fall apart (especially as he tries to get people to embrace Almyran ways of thinking).

The ending is Claude creating a wildfire that stretches across multiple countries, with those countries all having grievances against the new Federation and it’s king. The fighting is going to be bigger than every, giving TWSITD more chaos to work with and Claude isn’t going to have a peaceful post-war to send Shez after them like he reveals in the A support.

Claude, who thinks he’s this big-brained mofo, is fucked at the end of Golden Wildfire and Dimitri, someone who the fandom thinks is just dumb muscle, pointed out why in a few seconds after Claude explained his plans to him. Houses Claude would have listened, Hopes Claude did not and will pay for it.

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lescalip · 2 years

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fire emblem text posts pt 2

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yusuke-of-valla · 2 years

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I desperately need Shahid to show up in the full game and PREFERABLY be playable so he can have supports with Claude, Shez, Hilda, and Lorenz (and Cyril if he’s in Golden Wildfire)

But mostly I just need to know if he’s being dumb or being a bitch about the Claude/Khalid thing because either

he sees a dude in Fodlan that looks exactly like his half-Fodlani brother he hasn’t seen in awhile and who gets along with Nader and doesn’t connect the dots despite being actively concerned that Khalid is scheming something

He went “I can excuse trying to murder my brother for the throne but I draw the line at outing him as Almyran to all the barbarous Fodlaners. But also I have to make sure he knows I know it’s him and also he’s a bitch”

(Shez: YOU CAN EXCUSE TRYING TO MURDER YOUR BROTHER?)

I mean I phrased that as a joke but there are probably going to be issues if Claude gets caught and it gets back that the Fodlaners are holding an Almyran prince (even one that isn’t as liked or respected as the others) as a political prisoner so it might actually be in everyone’s benefit if Claude doesn’t get caught.

Oh and I guess option C (Option A1?) is that to Shahid, Khalid is like perpetually 13 or something and THAT’S why he doesn’t connect the dots. I mean I get it, my sisters are seven and I still think of them as toddlers because the passage of time is just a bitch like that sometimes. It means Shahid is worried about whatever a 13 year old is scheming but given who said 13 year old is I can see why. Like I’m worried about my youngest sister’s political machinations and that only really applies to Monopoly

#fe:wth #alto plays three hopes #claude von riegan #shahid fe #fe3hopes spoilers

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Witness to the Future

Thank you so much for the support and boundless patience once again, @hibijiko!!!! TvT) I hope you like it!!

Summary: There was much a woman should do as a country’s Queen; doubly so if she was a foreign before marriage. Shez had to keep all of her usual duties in mind on top of the biggest one of all: Motherhood.

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The morning sun always shone brighter in Almyra than back in Fódlan.

The heat had been an ordeal in and of itself to get used to. However, since Shez had lived her life as a wanderer, she had always been pretty adaptable.

Yet… this single situation was something one couldn’t get used to as easily as weathering through the elements.

Shez looked up blankly to the door the royal doctor had just left through, feeling her numb fingers within Khalid’s touch.

Khalid was ecstatic, wearing the biggest and warmest smile a man could only ever hope to mimic. He had jumped around, twirled Shez and placed her back on the bed until he finally realized the oddness of her lack of reaction.

“Shez? Are you alright?” His voice was full of worry. Could it be that she didn’t like the news? Did she not want to…

“Hey,” she cut his thoughts with her absent-minded mumble. “So, I’m a woman, right?” She looked at him with the straightest face one could have, so of course Khalid’s reaction was a chuckle and a sneer.

“What do you mean?” He nervously swiped his hair back, looking back and forth between the door and his wife, wondering how fast he could reach it to bring the doctor back. “If you weren’t a woman, we wouldn’t be having a b-”

“Shut up. So, hey, I’m a woman, right?” She frowned, squeezing his hand, though her tone sounded a bit more grounded this time.

Perhaps he needn’t run after the doctor. After all, she looked ready to bicker the moment he refused to answer her question seriously.

Which, in fact, he did. Of course.

“Well,” he looked around with a smirk. “I wouldn’t mind if you had been a man, either. I mean, I bet you’d still be rather dashin- ouch, hey! Bruises on the King, remember!” He scurried away from the bed once Shez started to pinch his arm.

“Shut up!!” She snorted, trying to be serious, but ultimately failing to pout. “C’mon, tell me. I’m a woman, right?”

Khalid chuckled at her reaction from a few paces away, then sighed in defeat, hunching his shoulders as he approached. “Yes, Shez. You are a woman. Where did you want this to go, again?” He reached the bed and took her hand once more.

Biting her lower lip, Shez took her free hand and placed it atop of her belly.

She wet her lips before speaking, “it means I’ll be a… mother, doesn’t it?” she looked down at her flat stomach, still unable to process the news the doctor had just said.

Sure, they had been married for a while and, well, they were rather active at night… not to mention that the basic and most important duty of a royal was to produce an heir as early as possible to solidify their position, so, in theory, Shez already knew that this was a possible outcome.

It was just that she never actually thought of what to do once it happened.

What does a mother do, exactly? She had had her own mother; the woman who raised her after she was abandoned, but she, too, left Shez too soon in her life for her to have been an example of motherhood to Shez.

Tiana was a great person and fun to be around, but the weight of her position as Queen Mother made her a difficult woman to look up to in the motherly aspects. Khalid often told Shez stories about Tiana’s past and what a great warrior she had been, but there was not much in regards to familial bonding in these stories.

What was a mother, anyway?

Shez didn’t even know how to behave after realizing she was pregnant, let alone what she should do once the baby was born. How could she be capable of giving birth? Of… mothering a new life?

These questions and her confusion were displayed for Khalid to see in her bright, honest eyes. He hardened his expression and sat closer to her. “It means we’ll be parents, my Jaan.”

“Your life…” Shez looked up at Khalid as he approached and placed his forehead on hers. Feeling his warmth, she closed her eyes. After they married, he started calling her ‘Jaan’ whenever they were having a moment together. In the Almyran language, it meant ‘life’.

She was his life, as he was hers.

And now, they were about to bring another life into the world.

“Our life.” Khalid whispered, placing his hand over her stomach. His warmth spread through her body, overflowing through her eyes.

“I…” She sniffled, confused. “I don’t know why, but the tears,” she looked down in embarrassment, hiding her face behind her bangs.

The sight warmed Khalid’s heart just as much as the news of their baby. He could never imagine how Shez’ life had been before they met, and how much of an impact the lack of a motherly figure could have had on her perception of family, but… looking at her like that, sniffling shyly at the prospect of being the mother of his child?

Khalid couldn’t help but smile warmly and pull his wife into a big hug. “Shh, it’s gonna be alright, Shez. We will be alright. Together, we can figure something out, just as we’ve always done.”

“Dummy,” Shez sniffled on his chest, almost wanting to wipe her snot on his shirt on purpose. “This isn’t a war we’re waging, it’s about a kid!”

“Hah!” Khalid threw his head back in laughter. “Clearly you haven’t met me when I was a kid, or my brother, for that matter.” He laughed heartily, making Shez look up at him with a smile, shooing away her tears.

“Are you saying you think this baby will be a troublemaker like you?” She chuckled, caressing her stomach.

“Troublemaker?” He had a mock shocked face. “You wound me, my lady! I was always running away from problems!”

“Riiight,” Shez bobbed her head to the sides. “I think I should ask Tiana about this.”

That made Khalid’s smile freeze on his lips. “I-I mean, no need to bother my mom about this, right? She’s busy doing her, uh, retired stuff and… stuff.”

“Uh-huh.” Shez crossed her arms.

They stared at each other for a while before bursting into laughter in one another’s arms. With their chests warm and their bodies entangled in a hug full of giggles, they started talking about whatever came to their minds regarding childhood and babies.

Of their pasts; of what they could do in the future.

Of what could they do if the baby had this or that personality trait from either of them.

It was such a smooth conversation that they basically never put an end to it, throughout Shez’ entire term.

There was always something new to add, or some bits and pieces of information they remembered about their past to increment even more their talks.

As Shez’ stomach grew, they started adding the baby to the conversation as well.

“I read that talking to the baby while in the stomach can influence how it’ll grow up in the future, so we gotta expose it to a lot of stuff,” Khalid said one evening after spending the whole day reading on fatherhood and child raising. He even had dark circles under his eyes.

“So, you’re gonna use words bigger than your own mouth so our kid can understand stuff even its mother can’t? I’m not as well-read as you are, so…”

“Well, if we cram up just enough, we might be looking at the birth of the genius of the century!” Khalid chuckled excitedly, his judgment clearly clouded from the lack of rest.

Shez rolled her eyes at him, but then bobbed her head to the sides. “That doesn’t sound right, but I don’t know enough about babies to dispute that, so…”

“So, yes! What should I read tonight? Maybe this treatise on ‘The Impacts of Monocropping and How Soil Observation is Key to Our Survival’? This one is particularly interestin—”

“Yeah, no. I’m bored just after hearing the title.” Shez covered her belly as though she was covering her child’s ears.” Don’t you have anything more interesting? I dunno, something about a merry band of heroes who join up to save the world…”

Khalid tilted his head to the side in confusion. “Huh. But wouldn’t that be too childish?” He lifted the heavy treatise he carried, “I read this one when I was eight, it really held my interest.”

Shez pouted. “I don’t think that’s what kids usually think about, though.”

“But you didn’t have a ‘normal’ childhood, Jaan. I mean, if we’re splitting hairs, then the ‘normal’ part of being a child is only that each and everyone of us has had different experiences and each one has their own views of what’s, ah, ideal for a child to hear. Isn’t that wonderful? The world is such a vast and—”

“Time out, time out!” Shez waved her arms to bring Khalid’s attention back to her. “Now you’re just preaching about diversity and acceptance.” She gestured for him to come closer and pulled him to sit beside her on the bed. “It’s an important topic, of course — hell, we fought a war to prove that point! — but I… I dunno. I don’t understand it myself, but I don’t want to feed the kid all of these problematic things so soon.”

It was inevitable that the baby would need to study and understand the situation of the world, and Almyra’s place in it; not to mention the role its parents had in the past wars.

Shez knew that.

And yet, she… she only wanted good and warm things for this little bundle of goodness and warmth that grew day by day inside of her.

She wanted it to hear only good stories.

She wanted it to feel cozy and comfortable inside its little house in her belly.

She only wanted nice things to be near it.

Not that the treatise on monocropping or whatever wasn’t good, of course, but… stories about good beating evil, of laughter and camaraderie, of sunny hills and fresh winds… She wanted it to listen to these kinds of stories.

So it would be born knowing what a great and vast world awaited it once it left the cozyness of the womb.

The time to teach it about monocropping or whatever would come. But for now… For now Shez wanted to give this baby everything she didn’t have.

The comfort of being embraced by your mother. The security of being able to cry in your father’s arms and know that everything would be alright. The deep certainty that there would be a warm bed and a sturdy roof above its head no matter what tomorrow could bring.

A proper ‘normal’ childhood.

Of course, as Khalid said, the most normal part of being a child — or a person, actually — was that we were all different. All of our experiences were different.

But Shez wanted the mundane. She wanted the little things and the small comforts.

“I just… Can’t we start with children’s books? We can get to your monocropping or whatever later, but for now…”

Khalid’s shoulders sagged as he watched Shez’s somber expression. That wasn’t the face he wanted his pregnant wife to wear, not in a long shot.

“Of course,” he said with a long exhale. “I’m sorry I got carried away, Jaan, I just—”

“No, no. Don’t apologize; it’s fine, really. I don’t even understand it myself, but I just want to start small.”

“Of course,” Khalid repeated. “I’ll ask my secretary to find the most popular children’s books around so we can start, is that alright?” He smiled, caressing her hair and lifting her face.

Shez mimicked his smile. “Sure.”

“And then, maybe we can scour for some obscure children’s books… maybe the ones that didn’t sell well, or some that were banned by the previous ruler…”

Shez’s smile faded. “Annnd there we go again…”

Honestly, though, the search for those obscure books had been actually quite fun. There were some terrible, terrible ones with nonsensical plots or awful drawings, but they were all quite enjoyable to read, especially when they took the time to lay in bed and read it out loud. Some lines had been embarrassing to say, but Khalid even took to voice acting in some parts, stealing giggles and tears of laughter out of Shez.

The first time she felt the baby kicking was during such theatrics, which only made Khalid’s search even fiercer.

The weeks and months flew by as Shez’ stomach grew and grew some more. Her legs had swollen and she tired after the bare minimum effort, so Khalid had her cut back on some of her work as Queen to focus on resting until the baby was born.

There was still some work she could (and should) do, however, which was to prepare with the previous King and Queen for the Aqiqah and the subsequent Naming Ceremony for the baby.

It wasn’t as though Shez wasn’t thinking about which name to give to their child; it was mostly because she wanted to honor Khalid’ s homeland’s customs that she hadn’t broached the topic with him yet.

They had to choose a name that would honor their religion, on the seventh day after the baby was born. On that day, they would hold the Aqiqah, a ceremony to sacrifice goats and cows to celebrate the birth and thank the heavens for being blessed with the new life. They would make a feast comparable to the one at their wedding, making sure to distribute everything to the people so the whole kingdom could celebrate the occasion with them.

So, with that in mind, Shez did what she could with the limited movement her body allowed. She took walks between their room and the library; studied the past Aqiqahs and how to do her role properly.

Tiana advised her often, especially regarding being a foreign queen in a closed-off country.

However, Almyra was now much more open to change and to other countries under Khalid’s reign, so there was little that Tiana could advise Shez in that regard, Still, Shez kept Tiana’s words to heart about every single subject.

As the day of the birth approached, surprisingly — or perhaps not —, Khalid was the one that was the most nervous about it all.

Shez had had prenatal classes alongside Khalid throughout the entire term. She knew what to expect during childbirth and about the supposed searing pain that she would feel.

Honestly, Shez always had always had a great tolerance for pain, so hearing that something might be painful didn’t scare her as much as it did Khalid. Apparently, he had read too much about what could go wrong during the childbirth to the point that he basically had Shez tiptoe whenever she left for her walks.

It was during one such walk that she started feeling uncomfortable around her hips. She mentioned it in passing to him and, boy, it was the first time she had seen his face go completely white.

He didn’t panic and ordered everything to be prepared for the birthing, but Shez noticed his faltering voice, trembling hands and moist eyes.

Still, she refused to be carried to the room they prepared for the birth and walked towards it normally. She sometimes frowned whenever she felt the discomfort around her hip and lower stomach, but there wasn’t anything too mind-boggling about it all, to be honest.

Khalid stayed behind at the drawing room as Shez went in with the midwives and assistants. He couldn’t sit still so he kept walking around in circles and jumped to glue his ear on the door when he heard one of the midwives yell.

“Your Majesty!! How did you come here walking on your own like that?! The baby’s almost here already!”

“Huh? Really? What should I do?” Shez’s muffled reply stole a nervous chuckle out of Khalid.

Only Shez would sound so clueless during her own child’s birth.

Khalid nervously swept a hand over his hair, going back to walk in circles.

He walked around for days.

Or hours.

Or minutes; who could say, exactly?

It was an unfathomable long and yet terribly short wait before he heard his baby’s first cry through the door.

“Congratulations, Your Majesty! He's a healthy boy! Look at how strong his lungs are!” One of the midwives said under the baby’s thunderous cries.

“Baby… baby?” Khalid placed both hands on the door, feeling as though he was a criminal begging for clearance to be able to finally see the sun again. His coherence took a hit the longer he heard the baby cry without being able to go inside, but the moment the doorknob turned, he stumbled in towards the bed like a parched man reaching towards the oasis.

Shez’s brilliant smile and slightly sweaty forehead greeted him alongside the red, tanned little crying bundle in her arms. “Khalid, look…” she lifted the baby towards his trembling hands. “He looks so much like you.”

Khalid’s wide eyes shifted between his wife and his… son. His little boy. His son.

His son!!!

The corner of his lips raised slowly, then broadly, until he started laughing. And crying.

“My son! Our baby!” He carefully took the little boy, sitting close enough to place his forehead on Shez’s. Her couldn’t find anything else to say; his heart was so full, his mind was so boggled and his throat was lumped that he simply stood there, sniffling and laughing under their baby’s powerful crying.

After everyone had given them the necessary instructions, they left the couple on their own to enjoy the now tired baby.

Khalid only let go of him so Shez could feed him for the first time, but he never stopped caressing the bald little head.

“Hey… What do you think about naming him Shahid?” He whispered, wondering what color the baby’s eyes would be once he managed to finally open them.

Shez widened her eyes at the implications. “After your…”

Khalid nodded.

“I think this name still has things to fulfill in our family. Besides, you heard my brother back then, he was loud.” Khalid chuckled, never getting enough of seeing the little boy sleep in Shez’ bosom.

Shez giggled. “Yeah.”

There was a moment of silence before Khalid looked up at her. “So? What do you think?”

“Hmm,” Shez bobbed her head to the sides in thought. “I never had a sibling, so I have no idea how complex your relationship with Shahid was before you went to Fódlan. I’m always here if you wanna talk about it, though.”

“I know,” Khalid leaned on her shoulder, looking back at their baby.

“So if you’re sure about this, of course we can name him Shahid. May he witness only goodness and progress in his life.”

“Indeed. Our little beloved.” Khalid smiled softly, one smile that would often be described as ‘fatherly’ in many years to come.

Khalid and Shahid, family again through a stronger bond that could never be broken. Peace be upon them.

#fire emblem three houses #fire emblem three hopes #fe3h #claude fire emblem #shez fire emblem #]whats their ship name though? sheude? claushez? shezde?#my writings #yuki's commissions

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