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indigowallbreaker · 1 year

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I feel obligated to exploit a flaw in the list of characters you won't accept requests in which they are included. Thales X Nemesis - "Ey, I got you. You know I do.” from the soft prompts list

Callmeshei I love you this is exactly the sort of big brain move I was after. If this were an answer on a class assignment I'd tack it to the board as a prime example.

I'm going to make you readers care so much about two horrible old men, watch this.

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All talk ceased after Thales announced his theory and subsequent solution. Even Solon looked down at the tabletop, a tight frown on his face that suggested he wanted nothing to do with the plan. Apprehension was clear in every expression, and Thales slammed a hand on the table to make them pick their heads up. "Nemesis is our greatest weapon against the remaining Children of the Goddess! It is imperative that he remain under our control once we release him. If anyone knows of another way to achieve this, by all means, speak up."

Bias and Pittacus exchanged a look. Myson shook his head. "Your plan requires someone who is both able to talk sense into Nemesis once he's awake, and powerful enough to put him back to sleep when the need arises," Myson explained cautiously.

"You are correct that the King of Liberation should be updated on the current state of Fódlan," Solon added, "but there is no one who can single handedly keep him in check."

Thales sneered. "Cowards, all of you." He stood from the meeting table. Every eye followed him. Solon would be leaving to take over the librarian working at Garreg Mach soon or else Thales would just order him to take on this mission out of spite. Instead--

"I will handle him myself," Thales declared. Decision made, he marched from the room.

Nemesis' coffin lay in the deepest level of Shambhala. Thales had rarely been down this far, yet now here he was, alone, undoing the chains that had kept Nemesis sealed for over a thousand years. There would be much to explain once he awoke. A warlord wouldn't have to know about crest experiments or trade tariffs, but maps, resources, weapons technology; there were many factors that played into creating an effective war strategy that Thales would have to explain.

Just as he pushed aside the last chain, a loud thud sounded from inside the coffin. A roar of effort followed, and before Thales could properly react, the top of the coffin flew away and black smoke issued forth.

Nemesis stepped from the coffin, clothes ripped, hair disheveled, eyes glowing.

"Seiros..." He growled in a voice that put Thales in mind of a forgotten weapon pulled from its sheath at long last.

"Greetings, King Nemesis," Thales began, clasping his hands behind his back. "It is not yet time to attack Seiros. But we--"

Nemesis turned to face him. "I decide when it is time, fool."

"Our plans will make the fight that much easier. My fellow Agarthans and I have been gradually pulling the strings of his world to unravel Seiros' forces and expose her for what she truly."

"Your plans mean nothing." Nemesis spoke evenly but he stepped closer to Thales, towering over him. Those red eyes narrowed. "I will summon my Elites and carry out my revenge. You may either move aside, or be the first I slaughter in this new era."

Thales scowled. "Neither," he said simply. Then he flung out both hands and fired off the sealing spell.

The attack pushed Nemesis back into his coffin where he slumped, motionless. Thales, panting with exertion-- it had been centuries since he had used that spell-- checked that Nemesis was still breathing before he began to make his way back to the main levels of Shambhala.

Apparently this would take more effort than he had expected.

The next time Thales released Nemesis, he first had the coffin moved to a room adjacent to his study. Thales lay out all the necessary materials on a spare table, locked the door, and removed the chain he had looped around Nemesis' neck.

No smoke poured out this time, but Nemesis' eyes still glowed when he stepped out of the coffin. The red seemed darker to Thales, as if Nemesis was barely keeping his anger in check.

"Greetings," Thales said again. "Are you ready to talk now?"

Nemesis looked around the room-- taking in the table, book shelves, locked door, and the dull light from the walls. "You may talk," Nemesis said eventually. "I may not listen."

A small victory even so. Thales unrolled the first map. "We will begin with the Adrestian Empire."

True to his word, Nemesis acted disinterested for most of Thales' explanation of the maps he had brought. He occasionally sniffed in recognition of a location name and outright growled when Thales mentioned the descendant of Wilhelm Paul Hresvelg. But otherwise his attention went elsewhere, more or less keeping his back on Thales as if to disregard him entirely.

On his fourth map, this one showing the whole continent, Thales pointed at Shambala. "This is where we are currently."

Nemesis leaned over the map, looking down his strong nose at the land in which he had once resided. "And Seiros is here," Nemesis said with a finger over Garreg Mach.

"Yes."

"Then we have a straight path from here to her doorstep."

"... Yes."

Nemesis met Thales' gaze. "The march would be easy. If we left now--"

"I have already said now is not the time."

Nemesis grabbed Thales' hand. "The march would be easy," he stressed. He guided Thales' finger from Shambhala, along the Airmid river, and up into the Oghma mountains where Garreg Mach lay.

Thales looked at him. With Nemesis bent over the table, they were nearly the same height. The look in Nemesis' eyes was intense-- not angry, but determined. Thales admired his conviction.

"Now is not the time," Thales repeated slowly.

"I have already said your plans mean nothing to me." Nemesis smirked. "Do you plan to seal me away any time I disagree with you?"

Apparently he had noticed Thales summoning the sealing spell with his free hand. "If you do not heed my words, I have little choice," Thales stated.

Nemesis' chuckle was more of a wheeze. An instrument not accustomed to being played. "Then you might as well seal me away for another millennium."

A flash of light later, Nemesis collapsed to the floor. Thales grumbled at another evening wasted as he rolled up the maps. At least Nemesis had been retaining some information, even if he had used said information to propose an outrageous plan. As if an all out assault had worked last time.

He made to go back to his study, but froze in the doorway. Thales stared down at the resting King of Liberation-- who still looked very much like a firesome opponent even in sleep-- and couldn't help but think... that he didn't look comfortable.

With an aggravated sigh, Thales knelt on the floor and began arranging Nemesis' arms and legs into a more natural position. As an afterthought, Thales tossed his own cloak over Nemesis' torso in place of a blanket.

That done, he left the room, careful to lock the door behind him. He flexed the hand Nemesis had grasped just moments ago, frowning to himself as he crossed to his desk.

The next few sessions played out much the same. Thales would awaken Nemesis and try and explain some aspect of modern life-- key fighters that could aid or hinder them, bits of history that had lead the Agarthans to this point, new weapons Nemesis would have at his disposal. But each time, something would drive Nemesis to frustration that caused the two to argue, and Thales would seal him away again.

Solon was completely installed at Garreg Mach when Thales tried a different approach. "Today I will be teaching you about the Church of Seiros," he said when Nemesis had regained his sense.

Nemesis' fist clenched as it always did when her name was said. Ignoring this, Thales opened a book on the tabletop between them. "You have a right to know what she has done to your story."

A bark of laughter pulled itself from the depths of Nemesis' chest when Thales finished the false retelling. "Mad with power, was I?" He cried, hitting the table in mirth.

"Power you took from the Goddess yourself, not power gifted," Thales added in spite of himself.

Nemesis stood from the table. "Power I will use to crush Seiros and all who stand in my way."

"Indeed..." Magic gathered around the hand Thales hid under the table. "But not just yet."

He had expected Nemesis to refute that. To declare he had waited long enough and he had no need to wait for Thales and his people to be ready, as he had said half a dozen times before.

Instead, Nemesis sent Thales a savage grin. "And you will be there to witness it," he stated.

Thales blinked. "Indeed I will."

"You will be at my side when I defeat her. I want you with me, Thales, so you can see my strength prevail! Then you will know I was right all along-- my strength will carry the day, not your long winded plans!"

Slowly, Thales also stood up. "You need our plans more than you realize. But it would be an honor to watch you crush the last of the Children of the Goddess." For the first time, Thales felt Nemesis' eagerness. He had spent a lifetime pulling history along in the shadows. How glorious it would feel to fight on the front lines with the greatest warrior known to Fódlan. The idea was intoxicating.

Nemesis rounded on the door. "Let us make haste! We must locate my sword before all else."

"We-- No!"

Nemesis grabbed the door handle and pulled it and the lock clean off. Thales' office, and the door to the rest of Shabala, was now exposed. Thales expected Nemesis to go running off into the world.

But, once again, Nemesis surprised him. He reached out a hand to Thales. "Come with me to her death," Nemesis said, that tantalizing conviction back in his voice.

Thales reached out-- and fired off the sealing spell. In two strides, Thales was at Nemesis side, catching him before he could fall flat on his back again. "Be still. I have you," Thales soothed as the glow left Nemesis' eyes.

That had been too close. Once he was sure Nemesis was unresponsive, Thales ordered the guards outside his study to prop him back in the coffin. Usually he was content to leave Nemesis on the floor. But something told Thales that he wouldn't awaken Nemesis again for some time.

Before the guards heaved the coffin lid back over Nemesis, Thales stuffed his cloak in there. The guards gave him strange looks that Thales ignored. He merely snapped at them to finish the job before turning and stomping back to his study.

Thales shouldn't be breathing. The Fell Star had defeated Thales and the Agarthans. Thales had triggered the weapon that would destroy Shambhala, collapsing it onto the Wielder, Seiros, and even Thales himself. And then...

"You fool."

Thales opened his eyes. He was looking up at a tree. Sunlight filtered through the leaves and he breathed in a fresh breeze. Though his whole body ached, he was, unmistakably, alive.

"I was right all along."

The voice startled Thales into sitting up, but doing so caused a sharp pain in his side and he gasped, nearly collapsing back onto the grass.

"Easy, easy." A hand wound around his shoulders. "I have you. You know I do."

That voice, those words-- Thales turned to find Nemesis himself, unsealed, awake, sitting in the sun. He was holding Thales upright. The Agarthan-made Sword of the Creator was stuck in the ground at his side, smoke curling off it but dissipating quickly in the light.

"Y-You..." Thales shrugged Nemesis' arm off. "This was not the plan! You should have been destroyed along with Shambala!"

Nemesis sneered. "After all this, you still cling to your pathetic plans?" Glaring, Thales attempted to stand. Nemesis offered no assistance. He stood and faced Thales.

It was then Thales noticed the cloak around Nemesis' shoulders. Thales' cloak.

A warmth spread through Thale's chest that he beat back with the question, "How am I alive?"

Nemesis gave a rueful grin. "I told you I wanted you by my side when I defeat Seiros. I pulled you from that rubble, and now you will see that all your plans meant nothing. In the end, it is I who will settle this with my own strength." Grasping the sword, Nemesis lifted it and pointed down field. There Thales saw a camp; undead warriors, the 10 Elites, even a few surviving Agarthans-- all readying weapons and armor for a grand battle.

Chuckling at Thales' utter disbelief, which Thales felt sure was evident on his face, Nemesis took a few steps towards the camp before turning back to Thales. He held out a hand. "Come with me to her death," he said once again.

Thales swallowed. That thrill was creeping back in, that call to the front lines, that image of him and Nemesis achieving victory side by side...

This time, when Thales reached out to Nemesis, there was no sealing spell cast. It was simply Nemesis taking his hand and pulling him towards the camp.

A new dawn was approaching. A dawn Thales felt was ready to crest the skies of Fódlan at long, long last.

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halloweenismyfav · 2 years

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legend-of-dorte · 2 years

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Through Flame and Flood - Chapter 1 (Felix x Reader)

Fandom: Fire Emblem Three Houses

Pairing: Felix x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Tags: #Angst and Hurt/Comfort #Blood and Injury #Canonical Character Death #Gender Neutral Reader #Enemies to Friends…Frenemies?

Chapters: 1/?

Words: 3178

Summary: Verdant Wind route, Great Tree Moon. Reader (Gender Neutral) is a member of the Golden Deer House by the start of Edelgard’s campaign. Felix was not recruited and thus follows Dimitri to Gronder to unleash vengeful fury upon Edelgard. Stationed between a hill and a hard place, you are unfortunate enough to get caught in the middle.

Notes: This fic will follow the events of Chapter 17 in the Golden Deer/Verdant Wind route, during the shitstorm of Gronder. Scenes of death and injury will be toned down where possible, but take caution all the same. Enjoy! -sir dorts

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You descended the field with practiced footfalls, making nary a sound as you closed in on a patch of trees dead ahead. Taking shelter in the wooded grove, you ducked low as the air above thundered with the wingbeats of wyverns and pegasi overhead - airborne soldiers in tight formation. Kingdom? Imperial? It hardly made a difference if they marked you an enemy.

The Battle of Gronder Field was nigh. The rest of your comrades were assembled north of the Airmid River, ready to march on Claude’s signal. You, however, were tasked with a different assignment.

Reaching for the bow strapped to your back, you recalled your Professor’s instructions.

“This concerns the Blaiddyd standard. I need you to keep eyes on whoever is flying it.”

Easy enough, right? Claude had made his position clear by uniting the Church of Seiros and the Leicester Alliance under a single banner. If Edelgard was determined to stamp out any remnants loyal to the Kingdom, it stood to reason that whoever was marching on behalf of House Blaiddyd would throw in their lot with the coalition.

Except that hasn’t happened. From this mysterious group, there were no overtures of an alliance. Even if Dimitri were somehow alive and leading this retinue, there was no way of knowing what designs he had on Gronder Field.

Your professor may as well have sent you behind enemy lines to chase ghosts. Ridiculous, you thought. And yet there was a knot of dread tightening in the pit of your stomach.

If they wanted to play nice with us and gang up against the Imperial Army, they would have said something by now. Sent a message. A hello, at the very least. All we’ve gotten from them is silence.

Silence that was somehow more ominous than Edelgard’s declaration of war five years ago.

Whoever they are, whatever they are planning, it’s obvious they’re not interested in coordinating.

You picked up the sound of faint explosions from the west, followed by the shouts of Imperial foot soldiers and the thunder of their march.

Shit. They’re ramping up already.

Taking position up behind a tree, you motioned for your companion to hurry up and do the same. Poor Marianne - a bishop’s habit was not constructed for stealthy movement through the overgrown field. You stared at her with equal parts pity and frustration as she hurried to your side.

The idea was hardly yours. It was Claude trying to fill in the gaps in his strategy, insuring you and your comrades against all the unknowns.

“Sorry to spring this on you right before sortie, but I need you and Marianne to hold that position east of the hill. If you remember how we won the Battle of the Eagle and Lion five years ago, then you know the one. I’ll find a way to make us even, I promise.”

No problem, Claude, you thought irritably. But you owe me a week of night patrol duty if I manage to survive this.

Could you even? Aileil had been horrid enough, now here you were stuck between a heavily contested area and an unknown band of soldiers.

Marianne must have sensed your unease, for she wore a look of guilt.

“…My apologies,” she murmured. “If any harm were to befall you, the fault would surely be mine.”

“Nonsense. I wouldn’t trust any other partner for this task,” you chastised her. “Don’t worry about what might or might not go wrong. Let’s try to support our friends and stay alive.”

“Y-Yes, of course. You’re right,” your companion nodded, drawing in a sharp breath to steel her nerves. “I must focus on keeping everyone safe.”

“That’s right. Just like the last time we were here,” you encouraged her. “Remember how you hid in the foliage and healed our wounds from afar while we took the central hill? And the look on Hubert’s face when you cast Silence on him!”

The glorious Battle of the Eagle and Lion. You and the Golden Deer had won the day. No doubt Claude was banking on that same trick from five years ago, except this time you would provide cover fire and prevent any errant forces pinching the main force from the east. Imperial, Kingdom, or otherwise.

She blushed, ducking her head down lower. “Please don’t remind me. I’m not certain if I could pull it off again. And I don’t know how brave I could be if I were to face off against Hubert now.”

“If we’re lucky, you won’t have to,” you told her grimly, tightening the string on your bow. “Just keep your eyes on the hill and use your magicks on anyone coming from that direction. I’ll keep tabs on the east in case that renegade troop decides to show their faces.”

“The ones marching under the Kingdom’s banner…” Marianne bit her lip before daring to ask. “You don’t think it could be…?”

You patted yourself down, counting the throwing knives stored on your person and making sure they were well within reach. “Dimitri? Dedue? The rest of the Blue Lions? They could be dead in a ditch for all we know…”

“I suppose,” Marianne mused, frowning at your cold remark. She flexed her fingers to keep them from trembling. “But…There’s still a chance that some of them managed to flee the Kingdom. Like, for example…”

“…who?”

Where her gaze was usually timid, there was now a strange intensity as her eyes met yours.

“Like Felix.”

In that moment you fell silent, rapt by a sudden flash in your memory. The clash of a wooden blade. The sand of the practice arena flying from beneath your heels. Dark hair, piercing eyes, and a familiar voice taunting insults that you couldn’t remember but still boiled your blood all the same. Blue skies above and your bruised knees beneath you. Your battered pride. An outstretched hand, unexpected, clasping yours and lifting you onto your feet.

There was a sting in your chest that you knew all too well, though dulled over the passing of years. You shook your head to purge your thoughts.

“Felix?” you scoffed. “Why him, of all people?”

“Wasn’t he your friend?”

A friend who was all too happy to let you know how garbage you were at wielding a blade.

“…I sparred with him maybe once or twice,” You mumbled lowly. “We weren’t even in the same House. I wouldn’t exactly call him my friend.”

“A-are you sure?” Marianne asked, eyes wide with confusion. “But the two of you were always… Back then, it always looked as though-” She cut herself off. “Never mind… I probably got the wrong idea…”

The wrong idea? About what?

You wanted to press the subject further, but there was no time to reminisce about carefree days long gone. Not when the very field you stood upon was about to erupt into a battleground.

“It’s fine,” you breathed, feeling your nerves hitch. “It’s gonna be fine, we’ll be fine. Just follow Claude’s playbook. Break the blockade, rush the artillery station, use long-range fire to suppress the Imperials, cover the advance guard…”

Easy both said and done, right? But luck would have it otherwise.

“… Something’s wrong,” Marianne uttered, her stare intense.

You narrowed your gaze towards the east. “What, the Kingdom army? Are they here already? I don’t see anyone approaching…”

Marianne shook her head. “No. The hill. Something’s different. Did they do something to it?”

You glanced over your shoulder, frowning. Sure enough, there was the central hill, with the artillery station mounted at its apex. Someone was seated there, but you were unable to discern their features from this distance.

“They may have done something with the ballista,” you reasoned, shifting your position to get a better look. “I mean, if they anticipate us coming up the hill, it would make sense to occupy it first-”

Something was making the soles of your boots stick to the ground, like you had stepped in glue. Except the smell of it made your nose burn.

“Why is the ground all sticky?” Marianne asked, lifting the hem of her skirts. There was a black stain that wasn’t there before.

Keeping one eye on the turret, you dared a few steps toward the hill. Quick and quiet, in spite of the strange liquid clinging to your soles. Crouching down, you rubbed your gloved fingers against the ground, catching grass and more of that sticky substance. Was the hill… dripping?

Then it clicked. Your nose stung with the scent of something dark and bitter, like tar. A hint of pine, but also something more noxious. In an instant, you recalled the explosive noises further afield. Your eyes lifted towards the hill and widened as you realized in horror the depth of Edelgard’s scheming.

The entire hillside was slick and glistening - with foul, putrid-smelling, volatile pitch.

Horrified, you turned a heel and darted back into the trees where Marianne was waiting fretfully.

“Get back! Away from the hill!” you hissed. “They’re going to burn it! We have to warn the others!”

You grabbed Marianne’s arm, pulling her along with you. Just as you were wondering, frantic, how to communicate Edelgard’s plan to Claude and the Professor, there was a sudden clamor from the treetops above.

A pegasus descended from the skies, landing on its hooves with an impact that made the ground tremble, majestic wings spread in a threatening stance.

As you fumbled for an arrow in your quiver, a lance was brandished in your direction. Adorning it was an elaborate spearhead that glowed like embers, set with a sigil you had seen before.

“In the name of his Highness, make way!” a familiar voice ordered. “Or die where you stand.”

Marianne’s eyes widened in shock, recognizing the rider before you did. “I-Ingrid?”

Flooded with disbelief, you struggled to make sense of the situation. The pegasus reared, threatening to charge. Instinctively, you shoved Marianne out of the way and darted to the side as Ingrid surged past. Nocking an arrow to your bow, you drew the string back, taking careful aim.

“Ingrid, stop! Or I’ll shoot!” You had no desire to open fire on your former schoolmate, but if she forced your hand…

Suddenly, you picked up movement from the corner of your eye, the sound of someone sprinting through the grass, charging in your direction. You whirled around and let the arrow fly towards your new assailant.

Felix uttered a noise of rage and let his blade fall early, cutting the arrow down mid-flight before it could make its mark. The split-second that followed was just enough time for you to dive towards the trees.

“Try that again and I’ll make you pay!” he snarled, angling his blade for another attack. You ducked behind a branch as he lunged. Steel struck wood instead of flesh, sending bits of bark flying.

Glancing over your shoulder, you caught a glimpse of his face. Where there was once a cold smugness, there was something different in his eyes. Anger, loathing, and bitter desperation.

You left him to contend with the fallen branch as you darted back the way you came, searching for Marianne. All the while you prayed, just prayed that he would let up-

The singing of metal filled your ears as something caught your shoulder, sinking into flesh and slicing across. Of course he wouldn’t.

Reaching for your belt, you detached a throwing knife and flung it at him. Felix ducked and brought his arm up. A shield flared with crackling energy, deflecting the knife into the grass.

You let out a cry of frustration. That’s so not fair.

As you braced yourself for another strike, the one that could end you, the temperature around you suddenly plunged. Felix must have sensed it too, for he halted in his tracks. His labored breath turned to mist in the icy air.

This time it was his turn to back away as flowers of frost formed at your feet, snapping the grass underfoot. The earth buckled and burst as massive spikes of ice jutted outwards, forming a treacherous barricade before you.

By your side stood Marianne, panting with exertion, outstretched palms awash in a blue glow. Pride surged in your chest. As Felix deliberated whether to risk impaling himself upon the ice or carve another path forward, your ears picked up the shriek of a pegasus descending from somewhere above.

You stepped in front of Marianne and nocked another arrow, this time aiming upwards. This forced Ingrid to veer away sharply instead of diving at you both. Her pegasus jerked violently in mid-air, coming short of crashing into the trees. Excellent. This gave you enough time to think and-

Something burst through the icy barricade, splitting it apart as though it were a gate dashed upon a battering ram. You brought your arm up to shield your eyes from the flying shards of glass. A towering figure forced its way through the ruined barrier, armed with a lance that glowed like Ingrid’s relic, but like none you had ever seen before.

The crest that flared in mid-air before you, however, you recognized as that of Blaiddyd.

It couldn’t be, you thought, eyes wide. He should be dead.

Yet there he was in the flesh, though he reminded you more of a beast than human. Prince Dimitri of the former Kingdom of Faerghus. His massive shadow loomed as he peered down at you coldly with a single eye. The other was concealed behind a black patch.

At his side was Dedue, smashing down the remaining ice with his great-axe to clear a path for his lord. Felix emerged through the opening, as did Ingrid. All four of them moved to surround you both. Their eyes were filled with menace. But why? These were your schoolmates! Though from different classes, all of you had studied together. Trained together. Laughed and argued over meals in the dining hall. Spent the passing seasons together within the same walls. Why did they look upon you now as though you were an enemy? Scarcely a person, more an obstacle to be cut down?

“Run. Find Claude and the professor,” you ordered Marianne, shoving her away behind you before she could protest.

She tried anyway. “But-”

“GO! HURRY!” you snapped with a forcefulness that sent her running towards the Airmid, as fast as she could manage.

You pitted yourself between Marianne and the former Blue Lions, preventing them from giving chase. As they surrounded you with weapons at the ready, you immediately dropped your bow and raised both arms into the air. Your shoulder blade stung from the shallow cut Felix had inflicted earlier.

“Stand down!” you yelled, thinking fast. “We’re not Imperial soldiers! We’re part of the coalition between the Church and the Alliance! There’s no reason for us to fight!”

You felt the press of cold steel against your neck.

“Drop your knives,” Felix warned, adjusting the grip of his sword. “All of them. I won’t say it twice.”

Daintily, you reached down and plucked the knives attached to your belt one-by-one, dropping them into the grass. All the while you shot Felix a look of pure venom. Asshole.

“We’re wasting time,” Dimitri growled, brushing past without deigning to look at you. “Cut this one down and move. We take the hill.”

Your eyes went wide as you suddenly remembered.

“You can’t,” you warned, turning your head towards Dimitri as far as Felix’s blade would allow. “It’s rigged. Edelgard is going to set it on fire. You’ll never make it to the other side.”

Without meeting your eyes, Dimitri swung his lance at you, stopping short of slicing your chest open. “You claim to be no ally of the Empire, yet you are privy to Edelgard’s plans?”

He snarled her name with a baleful hatred that chilled you to the core. “Which is it?! I’ve no patience for lies!”

“I’m not lying!” you insisted, mustering courage as the spearhead pressed into your chest. “The entire hill is covered in pitch! You can check for yourself.”

You noticed Felix suddenly glancing down at his feet, the same way you had when you first discovered the ruse. Dimitri continued to stare dead ahead towards the hill, paying no heed. His lips curled into a sneer.

“It matters not. We’ll cut our way through the flames if we must. No matter how many stand in our path, Alliance or Imperial, we will crush them all the same. Edelgard will pay for her sins.”

His words left you numb with disbelief. This was Dimitri? The earnest and wholesome boy who treated everyone around him with the highest courtesy, never expecting the same in kind? Or was this the boar you heard Felix muttering about once in passing? Only now did you begin to understand what he had meant that day.

“That’s insane. Claude is not your enemy!” you insisted, too caught up in your emotions to realize that the blade against your neck was no longer there. “We should be coordinating our attacks, not fighting each other like this! Stop and think for a second!”

“Enough! You will be silent!” Dimitri roared, rearing back his lance to deliver the killing blow himself. You stared into the eyes of your would-be murderer and saw no humanity, only torment. Eyes filled with bloodthirst. A monster, depraved beyond all redemption, feasting upon pain and terror in the battlefield.

You wondered how in the world this could have happened. What made him into this thing. How could you have met your end at the hands those who could have once been your friends.

As you waited for death, Felix spoke up. “Hold it. I have a better idea.”

He shoved you viciously towards the hill, almost causing you to stumble. “Why don’t you take the lead? Might make a good shield.”

You sneered incredulously, but did not argue. How kind of Felix to convince Dimitri to spare you, only to march you into the flames. Better than instant decapitation, you supposed.

“At least let me grab my bow.”

Dimitri withdrew his lance and whirled, marching off in the western direction. He had ceased to care. Ingrid and Dedue followed obediently, the same deadpan stare in their eyes. Felix remained, his blade hovering inches above your head as you crouched down to retrieve your bow. Half your knives lay scattered upon the ground, but you dared not even look at them for fear of testing the swordsman’s generosity.

Felix spoke in a low voice, unheard by all except you. “If you see a chance, take it and run.”

You said nothing and straightened your back, bow in hand.

His blade pressed into your spine. “Start walking. Move.”

You obeyed, keeping pace with your captors. Felix urged you faster, forcing you to take point and lead the climb up the hill. You tensed, ready to meet death by artillery fire or burning pitch - whichever came first. Yet despite whatever misgivings you felt in the moment, you had the sense that Felix liked these circumstances even less than you did.

#Fe3h #felix x reader #felix hugo fraldarius #blue lions #fire emblem three houses

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imaginethreehouses · 3 years

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Imagine Accidentally Discovering (some of) Seteth's Secrets

SPOILERS AHEAD! Reader works at the monastery. I might stray from canon because I have a terrible memory so please forgive me if I do 💙

You had a good relationship with Seteth up to that point, but you respected that he didn't seem to want to be physically close with other people.

So while you gave the rest of your coworkers the ocassional hug or quick touch, you kept your distance with Seteth.

Of course, being a naturally warm person, Seteth often wished he could break character and join everyone else in these little friendly displays of affection.

But too many things about himself were impossible to explain. If he wanted to protect Flayn, he had to stay away.

You showed that you cared for him in other ways, like meeting for tea to discuss his latest stories, or telling him that he shouldn't overwork himself so much.

It was while the latter was happening that he collapsed from exhaustion one day.

Despite your shock, you were able to catch him. He's quite tall, so his weight pulled you both down to the ground.

That's when you moved his hair out his face and saw the shape of his ears. You felt awful to have carelessly discovered something he had gone to such lengths to keep hidden.

He quickly came to, and while he looked worried at first, you were able to pretend well enough that his suspicions were eased.

All that remained was a big blush across his face, consequence of being in your arms.

The following day, however, he met with you in his office and quietly asked you what you had seen.

You shyly came clean and asked if that was the reason why he never let you in. He admitted that much, but adamantly added that he would never explain more.

From that day on, Seteth had no more reason to refuse you when the two of you were alone behind closed doors. Each and every kiss that he got to share with you made him all the more thankful that he had that one little misstep.

#seteth #seteth x reader #seteth x you #fe3h #imagine seteth #church of seiros #fe3h scenarios #fe3h imagines #seteth fire emblem #seteth/reader #seteth/you

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sneakymalou · 4 years

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Here we go for a love letter from the Archbishop, Rhea ! 🥰❤ Requested by anon 🤩🌟

My beloved,

How difficult it is to fall in love for me after all these years alone. I've learned how to live, how to grow, how to command and guide... but never how to love. I thought Sothis, my mother, was the only possible light through my darkness and yet... you shown me that is not true. More than the goddess herself, you've shown me light. The true, warm, incredible light, the very one I needed in my life. But most of all... I started to know how to love someone in particular, and how to take care of someone. You gave me so much I can barely breathe thinking about it. Even after all these years, I can still be surprised ! I only hope that I'll return the favor to you. The only thing that I wish is making you happy. I can't wait for all the years to come in your company. Nothing is frightening when we are side my side. No matter the difficulties, I'll be there. And now, more than ever : Happy Valentine's day my love. I'm craving to discover this particular day with you... this is highly unorthodox but I feel the very need to discover everything with you, no matter our positions. All that truly matters is our hearts... and the love that we carry for each other.

I adore you,

Rhea

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celery-stock · 4 years

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Calling all FE:3H fans 😗✌️

You see, in my free time I like to write. And well, last night I had this crazy idea for an au that would be really cool to make a reality.

Let’s say, the war did happen but no one died from it. The battle ended and everyone went on living their lives. Of course there was still tension between the lands and leaders.

My idea is making a Three Houses 2nd Generation story/blog. I haven’t really decided if I want to just write it or make a whole new tumblr and work from that.

This is where the fans come in.

In order to make this AU I need well, the children of the original characters. And I figured why not ask people to come up with some ocs!

You would have to include,

Who the parents are

The crest they have

Which land they are from (depending if you’re mixing characters from different houses)

Their status

The characters personalities

The characters appearance (you don’t have to have a drawing, I can’t draw for the life of me so I don’t expect others to have to do it. But if you want to make art feel free too)

Anything else you want to add

If you think this is a cool idea and wanna help out in any way please send me a dm and I will make a chat with everyone who’s interested, or use the hashtag ( #fe:2nd gen )

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frickingnerd · 20 days

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lovers to enemies with rhea

pairing: rhea x gn!reader

tags: established relationship, lovers to enemies, angst, reader sides with edelgard, break up (kinda)

everything seemed to be going so well with you and rhea! you were a happy couple and it seemed like you were slowly starting to get serious enough to make your relationship public

but both you and rhea had your secrets, that eventually ended up ripping your relationship apart!

for rhea, it was the fact that she was a nabatean, instead of an ordinary human like you. if she had just told you, perhaps things could've been different

but you had to find out about it from edelgard, who you ended up siding with! the one person rhea despised the most was the one who you had chosen over her…

there was never a proper break up between rhea and you, but when you protected edelgard in the holy tomb, it was clear that you had made your decision!

and as much as it hurt rhea, she had to forget about everything the two of you ever had! if she couldn't view you as just another enemy, she knew she'd certainly lose!

and rhea wouldn't lose! not to a mere mortal such as yourself! even if it meant she had to kill someone she once believed to be her everything…

#rhea x reader #rhea fire emblem #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem #rhea #seiros #seiros x reader #x reader #x you #x y/n #x gn reader #fe3h x reader #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #angst #headcanons

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sothisblessmysoul · 3 years

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{Late by a day but I finished the boys one. please ignore any typos, I’ve been writing since 4am and my brain feels like it has rotted.}

[ Girl Ver - tba ]

[ TW: Mention of gambling and drinking on Balthus’s part, and small mention of racism on Claude’s part. ]

༓ʚ Crush ɞ༓

Summary: Why does he have feelings for you and does he confess

༓Hubert von Vestra Would he or would he not confess to you, and why: There would be an actual, logical reason as to why he wouldn’t tell you of his feelings, it ranging from having enemies come for you or neither of you being ready for a relationship.

Do people/you notice if he treats you differently: That does not mean, however, that Hubert isn’t going to treat you special, not that anyone besides Edelgard could tell the difference.

The way he treats you differently: You always had his full attention regardless of whatever it would be, Hubert would praise you as well, and will always be there for you with anything. He’ll never touch you if there isn’t a good excuse as to why so it could not draw negative interest from others to you.

How he met you: He met you after the war and through work. You had shown to get good results and get things done quickly, and that is why Edelgard assigned you to work alongside Hubert. There was a mission that Hubert couldn’t do alone even if he said otherwise.

Hubert is wary of you even if Edelgard hand-picked you for this job so he kept part of his attention on you during the time both of you were together and that’s when Hubert began to fall.

Why does Hubert like you: Proud and dignified, knowing your value, and never thinking of lowering yourself to others, but neither do you come across as disrespectful or haughty. You are good at any job given to you and quick to finish it perfectly. Hubert finds all of this so refreshing that he can’t help but sigh in peace or be seen with a relaxed, peaceful smile near you. Hubert can’t remember the last time someone, besides Edelgard, has made him want to be less guarded around someone. You likely are one of the few people who has seen his softer side.

༓Linhardt von Hevring Would he or would he not confess to you, and why: He would tell you in the most casual way that seems like it was a passing comment and it takes a moment to understand what just happened. Linhardt didn’t see why he shouldn’t tell you and doesn’t have the energy to become anxious over his feelings being found out.

Do people/you notice if he treats you differently: Anyone would just think that you’re simply friends, including you, while Linhardt himself might think otherwise. He is the only one who would notice that he treats you differently while everyone else thinks he is behaving as normal.

The way he treats you differently: He'll want to spend time with you by either doing things or relaxing in each other's company as he rests. Linhardt will help you with work, not that he won’t complain but he won’t let you stop him from doing it. Even if tired, Linhardt will find time to spend with you, not wanting to go a day without at least talking to you once.

How he met you: You were his deskmate in the academy. He had no real opinion of you, seeing you as just another classmate who happened to not bother him. But Linhardt did notice that you would glance at him often during class, however whenever class ended instead of you going to bother him, you would disappear. Linhardt never saw you out of class, it was almost as if you were a ghost. It did pique his interest.

Why does Linhardt like you: You came across as shy and quiet which is what he thought you were always like until both of you grew closer, discovering that the real you, around close people Linhardt notices you laugh at some of the oddest things and when you get excited, you tend to talk faster and with your whole body. You are a ball of energy that Linhardt can’t understand how you have so much of it in you, but he enjoys it.

༓Casper von Bergliez Would he or would he not confess to you, and why: Would he or would he not confess to you, and why: It would never cross Casper's mind to not tell you and he doesn’t hold back either, saying it in a rush from excitement, coming across like a big wave that’s ready to knock you back. Casper isn’t quiet or secretive about it, loudly confessing to you in public.

Do people/you notice if he treats you differently: Casper might not notice what he’s doing and the meaning of his actions. But other people see it differently. Casper is friendly but is never as physically affectionate towards people the way he is with you, at the end of the day.

The way he treats you differently: He’ll always want to spend time with you and invite you to places with him, not knowing that some of the places you’re invited to could be mistaken for a date. Casper wants to show off his skill in battle. Casper knows that he has a habit of rushing into things and not using his indoor voice usually which he’ll try to fix around you. He doesn’t want to come across as reckless and unreliable to you. .

How he met you: He only met you because he ended up saving you on the battlefield where you were cornered by enemies. Casper was able to save you and only got a thank you in response as you never told him your name despite Casper telling you his. The second time he met you is when Casper saved you again by catching you from falling down a hill.

You’ve caught Casper’s attention a few times because you almost seem to be in trouble and in need of saving. It didn’t take long before he worried that you were a danger to yourself and Casper decided to stay by your side to protect you.

Why does Casper like you: Casper realized that despite being clumsy, you are rather skilled on the battlefield and possess another talent. But you dislike having the pressure of responsibility on you, attempting to hide under the radar to avoid it. He doesn’t understand why you do it, although he’ll never question you about it. Both of you are opposite when it comes to personality and that might be a good thing. Casper’s personality has a habit of making you come out of your shell which he adores, wanting people to see the true you, while you help him calm down and slow down, telling him that life isn’t a race.

༓Ferdinand von Aegir Would he or would he not confess to you, and why: It would depend on his age, but when he would do, it would be done in a long roundabout way as he wants to build the mood and up it to the nine with romance, wanting to make it as memorable as possible. He’ll take you somewhere it can be only both of you with a beautiful setting as Ferdinand gets down on one knee and confesses his love.

Do people/you notice if he treats you differently: Everyone notices it, probably even you. Ferdinand will ask you to be part of things, invite you to places, and openly admit that he wants to spend time with you. It’s both sweet and embarrassing.

The way he treats you differently: He will go out of his way to spend time or talk with you, get you gifts, and ask if you would want to have tea together. Ferdinand is going to act like your lover before actually becoming it. He’ll also show off his skills and the benefits of being with a noble lover, that is if you guys are together by this point.

How he met you: It might have come as a surprise but you and your family work for his family as servants. You come from a family who has served the Aegir household forever. It is your future to work and serve Ferdinand as your parents do for him, and thus you often were around each other in youth.

Despite basically growing up at each other’s side, Neither of you became friends until both of you entered the academy. You’ve always caught his eye at times, not that he was sure as to why, assuming it was due to curiosity, but after becoming friends, Ferdinand realized it wasn’t curiosity and he wanted something deeper.

Why does Ferdinand like you: You are hardworking and fast when asked to do a job, everyone isn’t aware that you do it to get the job over with quickly, “the sooner you do it, the sooner it’s over'' is what you told Ferdinand once. Ferdinand learned that people don’t know how loyal to a fault you are, and that you are the type of perfectionist that if not done correctly will bother you or you prefer to just not do it at all. He is the only person that knows you are sentimental and how you look when blushing, a sight that Ferdinand has thankfully only seen. He finds you to be adorable.

༓Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd Would he or would he not confess to you, and why: He wouldn’t in either pre-skip or post-skip, never feeling like you should be with him because Dimitri believes that he isn’t a good person. It would be hard to have others talk him into confessing and even if you confess him first, Dimitri will be unsure of what to do.

Do people/you notice if he treats you differently: People can tell even if he tries to hide it, not that anyone would ever make a comment about it, especially to Dimitri after the post-skip.

The way he treats you differently: Unknowingly or not, Dimitri will always seek you out, just wanting to talk and be near you. People can tell he is more relaxed and less guarded around you. Dimitri is protective of you, especially on the battlefield where he will kill anyone that comes near you. Dimitri is soft and will end up grabbing your hand simply to hold and keep you by his side.

How he met you: Both of you met in the pre-skip, but never talked until post-skip. You, during pre-skip, was the child of a blacksmith and often brought all of your parents' recently made weapons to the armory and Dimitri saw you sometimes run by. He met you after you took over your parents’ business and became a blacksmith.

Dimitri’s strongest memory of meeting you officially after you became a blacksmith and where you ended up yelling at him for breaking your good quality weapons. It was the first time in a long time that Dimitri was scolded over such a trivial thing

Why does Dimitri like you: He enjoyed being around you, felt a little less like a monster and a little more like a man, and during the time together, Dimitri didn’t look to the past but to the present and future with you.

༓Sylvain Jose Gautier Would he or would he not confess to you, and why: Sylvain wouldn’t tell you for either two reasons, first is the fear of rejection and the second is not wanting to open himself up. If he did confess it was an accident, otherwise you will have to confess first or force it out of him.

Do people/you notice if he treats you differently: Even if Sylvain doesn’t tell you that he loves you, it’s a little noticeable when paying attention to how he treats others compared to you.

The way he treats you differently: He’ll go out of his way to make sure you are comfortable and will be the first to know something is wrong. Sylvain wants to be the first person you go to for comfort. He will flirt with you, and go out of his way to make you smile and want more, however, Sylvain will back away if he feels that you are attempting to get closer.

How he met you: He has known you since childhood where the first encounter ended up with you punching him because he made your friend cry. Sylvain kept an eye on you after that, curious about where a kid learned to hit like that.

Why does Sylvain like you: You don’t see the appeal of having crests and why it’s needed to affect the importance of someone. From his first encounter with you, he knows firsthand that you aren’t afraid to stand up for people and are rather protective of loved ones. You are someone that Sylvain can’t help but awe at, especially when you show off confidence. It might be odd to say as well that Sylvain finds it attractive when you win against him in a fight and show off a smug smirk in response.

༓Felix Hugo Fraldarius Would he or would he not confess to you, and why: Felix wouldn’t see a need in confessing if there was nothing that made him feel like he should. He was fine with the current relationship you both have, not that you are even sure what it is.

Do people/you notice if he treats you differently: People who know Felix could tell that you are special to him. Felix was almost different around you, softer, less aggressive in speech and behavior, and more calm. Even he noticed it, not that Felix cared to do anything about it because it bothered no one, and he wanted you to only see this side of him.

The way he treats you differently: Felix would always offer to help whenever a problem showed up, small or big and even if it was an inconvenience for him. It also went without saying that he is protective of you as well. Felix wanted you to feel safe and protected, especially around him if possible. He saw no problem with getting injured if it meant you didn’t.

How he met you: It was during the academy years when he noticed you who caught his eye. You were bubbly and friendly, and seemed like the type of person who would easily tire him out, and as such Felix had no interest in getting to know you but he could never take his eyes off of you.

Why does Felix like you: Bubbly and friendly, and someone that can bring a smile out of Felix. He, himself, isn’t sure why but around you Felix acts and feels different, relaxed and composed and as if not angry at the world. Felix feels the most happy when he is with you.

༓Ashe Ubert Would he or would he not confess to you, and why: It would both depend on the mood settling and how strongly he feels towards you. But it’s doubtful because Ashe would be stuck in his head about whether you would be interested in someone like him or chicken out at other times. He wouldn’t mind if you confessed his first, might even be relieved as it takes the anxiety off of him.

Do people/you notice if he treats you differently: It’s hard to say because Ashe is naturally a kind and thoughtful person to everyone and he doesn’t treat you any differently. Ashe gives off a house-husband vibe to anyone that sees him next to you.

The way he treats you differently: He would make you handmade snacks and reply with a smile that he felt like you just needed some, no real reason. Ashe will share and talk to you about his favorite books, and even about his dreams and anxieties. Ashe will be so soft on you that it’s incredible. He will want you to get along with his siblings. He will also want to practice his fighting skills, and might even learn some medical knowledge in case you get injured.

How he met you: He saw you a lot around Lord Loanto’s house because you were best friends with his son, Christophe, and usually ended with Ashe watching you in curiosity. But he didn’t talk to you until both Lord Loanto and Christophe forced him into doing it. His little siblings got to know you before he did.

He almost always saw you laughing freely and goofing off with Christophe but didn’t talk to you until both Christophe and Lord Loanto’s death when you reached out to him which Ashe accepted because he knew you loved them like family as well. After that, you guys got closer, enough that you would help him and his siblings when needed. The day he heard you got injured on a battlefield where Ashe wasn’t, he felt sick to his stomach and desperately needed to see you where Ashe helped you get better, and that’s when he knew about his feelings.

Why does Ashe like you: It was around after the death of both Christophe and Lord Loanto and when you stayed by his side is when Ashe started to realize the depth of his feelings for you. Ashe thinks you are kind and thoughtful, and he knows how people can mistake that for being foolish or weak, but Ashe is the only one that knows the truth about how clever and intelligent you are

༓Dedue Molinaro Would he or would he not confess to you, and why: Dedue would not as he feels it would make you uncomfortable by having a man with his background be in love with you. He’ll still have feelings for you, but will never act on them nor confess unless you do first.

Do people/you notice if he treats you differently: No one besides Dimitri can tell, Dedue is also aware of his behavior towards you and knows that he shouldn’t do this because it will end up hurting both of you - him for rejection and you for having to deal with a man like him. Dimitri is quick to shut down that mindset.

The way he treats you differently: He is gentle and more talkative around you, wanting to know you better and listening to your voice. Dedue will offer his help all the time even if it’s not needed, and he will always protect you - on and off the battlefield. Which ends up with you taking care of his injuries, usually ending up with both of you blushing, quite adorable.

How he met you: Dedue has seen you often, specifically either in the greenhouse or planting flowers. However, neither of you talked to each other until Dedue saw firsthand you getting scared by a cat that jumped out of nowhere and made you trip over an empty flower pot in surprise.

Why does Dedue like you: Dedue felt genuinely peaceful around you and never felt awkward if there was silence between you. He didn’t realize how he felt towards you until Dedue both had a panic attack when you got injured badly and when he accidentally almost called you by the nickname Petal affectionately.

༓Claude von Riegan Would he or would he not confess to you, and why: He would but do it in a way that sounds like he is half serious and half joking, tricking you a little into being the one to confess first because of that. Claude will apologize with a smile if you point out his trick, but it’s hard to tell if his apology is genuine.

Do people/you notice if he treats you differently: His friends and loved one will notice, and everyone else Claude will be more careful of behaving, cautious of what people would do with the information of Claude being fond of you.

The way he treats you differently: Claude will go to you first for thoughts and ideas on his plans, always wanting to hear your thoughts and make you part of big choices. He will not miss a chance to be playful or flirtatious towards you, it might even end up with you lightly smacking his arm in response because of it. Claude will take you flying on his wyvern, either to your delight or horror. He will show off his skills, brain or brawn, or something else, if he has the skill, he is going to attempt to impress you. He might even try to teach you how to use the bow if you don’t do archery. Also depending on where he is going without you, Claude will come back with small gifts.

How he met you: You are a personal guard that his parents assigned to him after he left for the academy and even then you stuck by his side. Claude didn’t have an interest in you, only knowing the benefits of coming with you. Or at least before you punched a student in the face after they made a racial comment about him.

Why does Claude like you: Claude has fun teasing you. His favorite was watching you run around in panic when he would disappear from your sight. You were so businesslike and serious about your duty that Claude couldn’t help but attempt to get under your skin, something that he was successful at.

༓Lorenz Hellman Gloucester Would he or would he not confess to you, and why: It depends on pre-skip or post-skip and your social status. If it was when Lorenz was in the academy, he might not if you weren’t a noble but if you were, Lorenz would without a second thought. He would regardless of your social status after post-skip where he realizes that social class doesn’t matter.

Do people/you notice if he treats you differently: People can tell that he is fond of you but mistake it as friendship rather than romantically while Lorenz, himself, is in denial of such behavior.

The way he treats you differently: He will brag about his nobility status and won’t understand why you would get annoyed if he kept doing it all the time, but he would try to stop or do it less around you. Lorenz doesn’t want to do anything that might make you dislike him. He will help you with work, invite you to parties or invite you to tea drinks, and often gift you with flowers. It does go without saying that he will flirt with you, maybe even a bit more hardcore than with others.

How he met you: It was because his parents thought it would be a good idea to pick him as a future partner and you were one of his future partner options, not that you wanted that, Lorenz would later learn that your parents did it without permission.

Why does Lorenz like you: He has never met someone as rebellious and reckless as you are, and sometimes it surprises him. He has never had a noble like you, and despite Lorenz saying how a noble shouldn’t do that, he can’t help but take hold of your hand when it’s reached out to him as you plan to sneak off somewhere. You are such a free spirit and breath of fresh air, and Lorenz wouldn’t admit it but he would do anything that you asked of him if it brought out that mischievous smile of yours.

༓Raphael Kirsten Would he or would he not confess to you, and why: Raphael would in the most eye-catching but cute way possible, like confessing to you loudly while holding a bouquet of both flowers that you like and that reminds him of you.

Do people/you notice if he treats you differently: People can see how much he likes you and find it adorable, almost too cute in a sweet sickly way.

The way he treats you differently: He is so sweet and tries his best to show how much he cares about you. He will compliment your cooking and will help you with shopping and picking things up. Raphael loves when you laugh and will find ways to make you laugh. Raphael enjoys being physically affectionate, specifically hugs and he is just a big teddy bear around you. He will also show off his muscles and battle skills and will try his best to not get hurt much so you won’t worry.

How he met you: He was helping with moving heavy food boxes that others couldn't lift when he met you. Other cooks told Raphael that you're one of the young cooks in training. But all he could really think about was how good you smelled from cooking, sweet like honey.

Why does Raphael like you: Raphael finds you to be rather cute like a small rabbit or little mouse as you tend to shy away from some people. He knows how sweet and thoughtful you are, and how openly you laugh with him. Raphael's feelings for you deepened when you made a free birthday cake for his sister when he wasn't sure if he could afford to buy and order one on time for her. Raphael is hopelessly in love with you.

༓Ignatz Victor Would he or would he not confess to you, and why: He would while being a little shy about it right before saying something romantic like a switch was flipped.

Do people/you notice if he treats you differently: Yes, it would almost be amazing if no one could tell, especially when they see how romantic and gentlemanly he is

The way he treats you differently: He is beyond gentlemanly and polite while saying the most romantic and heart-racing words as if it's a normal and casual thing ever. Ignatz will give you his coat if you’re cold and anything else if that’s not enough. If you want to hold hands he will go further by placing kisses on the back of it while staring directly into your eyes. Ignatz will at some point have made an art piece for you as well.

How he met you: He met you at a craft store, looking for paint supplies where both of you talked for a good bit about the different styles of art, not realizing until after he left that you are the owner of the store.

Why does Ignatz like you: The first thing was about your knowledge of art and how comfortable it was to talk with you, not feeling so anxious about people knowing he paints. Ignatz liked the way your eyes would light up when a subject you loved came up and how when you became passionate enough you would talk with your hands which ended with you knocking stuff over at one point. Ignatz respected you a lot and hoped that you felt the same way before realizing that you also felt a different way when you were the one who asked him out.

༓Seteth Would he or would he not confess to you, and why: He wouldn’t think about it because of how busy he is, Seteth enjoys just being around you. The only way he’ll end up confessing is because of Flayn who is beyond excited at the idea of him falling in love with one of her favorite people.

Do people/you notice if he treats you differently: It’s impossible to not notice how different he treats you. People are almost jealous because he gives you more freedom than anyone has ever seen, a thing that makes Flayn a little jealous as well.

The way he treats you differently: Less strict by a lot, you could probably do something like dropping coffee on him and Seteth will state how common it is to make mistakes. He will become fiercely protective of you like Flayn and depending on how reckless you are might end up destroying his nerves from how anxious he’ll become. Seteth will also find time in his day to spend time with you.

How he met you: He knew of you, a famous child book author and one of Flayn’s favorites, but didn’t officially meet until you stopped by the church and explained how you are here to read for the children. Seteth thought you were a good person and that was it. He had no plan to talk with you until Flayn begged him to get your signature, she was too shy, and during it, both of you ended up talking.

Why does Seteth like you: Seteth found it to be quite enjoyable, he liked it the most when you would laugh. Sometimes both of you would seek the other out to have another talk, able to talk about a subject for a long period. He would often ask questions to get to know about you and Seteth would try his best to answer your questions. He will also catch notice of how you behave around Flayn or the children, especially when reading to them which would bring a smile to his face. Flynn also talked his ears off about you as well.

༓Hanneman von Essar Would he or would he not confess to you, and why: Hanneman would, but the way he goes about doing it can depend on the situation, if it is during a peaceful moment he will go about it a little romantically while if it is during an anxious moment, Hanneman will reveal his feelings to you in a blunt manner.

Do people/you notice if he treats you differently: He is polite and composed around you, unlike how Hanneman is around Manuela. He is sweet towards you, sometimes seen with a small blush whenever talking to you. Hanneman has gotten tired of acting like a young schoolboy.

The way he treats you differently: It will vary, he'll be such a gentleman to you and even romantic at times but is quick to become stiff if pointed out. Hanneman wants to show that he cares for you deeply but the past between you two can make it feel awkward.

How he met you: You were introduced as his future mentor in the past, before Hanneman left to go to the academy, and as such he spent a lot of time around you. The relationship on the surface was professional and strictly coworker appropriate. The truth is that both of you came to care for one another and couldn't help but desire to be together, and when you did, it didn't last long since Hanneman was planning to leave to go work at the academy while you decided to stay instead of go with him, and the relationship ended.

Why does Hanneman like you: He doesn't like you, no, in fact, Hanneman loves you deeply but because of what happened, he isn't sure if you would want to be more. He loves how intelligent you are, and how focused you'll get on something

༓Cyril Would he or would he not confess to you, and why: Cyril will confess in the most casual, unromantic way possible. He just isn’t sure how to go about it, he didn’t want to be seen as a kid for asking for help from others.

Do people/you notice if he treats you differently: People will notice how more open he is around you, freely showing his emotions. It’s a pleasant surprise.

The way he treats you differently: He will push off on doing his work later just so he can spend more time with you. Cyril is still a busy bee so don’t expect either of you to be lazy around the day, even on dates. Cyril will be physically affectionate if you desire, otherwise, he won’t see the appeal in it. His love language is quality time, just wanting to be with you, not caring if you guys do anything together.

How he met you: People would say you grew up with each other, not that either of you spent time together. You were the child of a knight in Cyril’s mind while he was just a boy. It is too serious for his age to be what you thought, and both of you usually ended up having arguments. When each of you got older, the fighting happened less and less and ended up enjoying being around one another. It wouldn’t be surprising if you guys were seen together throughout the day usually.

Why does Cyril like you: You are hardworking when it comes to your job, friendly and understanding when it comes to your friends, and beyond stubborn when it comes to arguments with Cyril. Maybe it is because he has known you since childhood, but you are one of the few people he feels comfortable with, and doesn’t feel the need to show off his skills to become acknowledged as an adult.

༓Jeritza Would he or would he not confess to you, and why: Probably wouldn’t if not talked into it or if you don’t confess first. But even if he didn’t, Jeritza wouldn’t want you to get with anyone else and silently threaten anyone who dared to think so.

Do people/you notice if he treats you differently: Yes, simple as that. He will like to stay by your side be it at parties, just places in generals, or on the battlefield.

The way he treats you differently: One is that he enjoys being by your side regardless of probably wherever and becomes more talkative when it comes to you. You are one of the few people that don’t annoy him and make Jeritza immediately want to kill. The big major one is that he will share or give you his sweets which if that doesn’t make you realize how he feels about you then you don’t know him that well. Jeritza will also kill someone without question if you ask him to, and maybe even if you don’t. Jeritza might not do many things that one would see as romantic or make you seem special, but he is going to try his best.

How he met you: You guys officially met when Mercedes introduced you as a good friend and usually end up spending time together after Mercedes suggested it would be good for him to make more friends and you were a good person to start with.

Why does Jeritza like you: He will be at peace and relaxed when around you. You are gentle and give off a motherly aura, and never question why Jeritza is the way he is, instead just giving a smile. He isn’t sure why but one of his favorite things about you is your touch, specifically hugs, as it feels like you have wrapped him up in a blanket of warmth and love, and he can’t help but crave it.

༓Yuri Leclerc Would he or would he not confess to you, and why: Only if he is in a situation where he is 100% sure you feel the same or in an area where there aren’t many people in case he is rejected. Yuri won’t put himself in a situation where he isn’t sure if he won’t win.

Do people/you notice if he treats you differently: Some people might, mainly his friends or classmates, but it isn’t that different from his usual behavior.

The way he treats you differently: Will up his flirt game with you, almost straight up seducing you by how he’ll be a tease with his touches and talking to you in a low whisper, only for your ears. He will quickly back off at the first sight of discomfort because even though he acts like that, Yuri does genuinely like you and doesn’t want to upset you. Yuri will let you do his makeup if you want and do yours if you ask for the same. He is protective but will make sure you don’t know that because his method of protecting you is usually threatening other people and might do it with a smile.

How he met you: He met you when you were surrounded by some thugs who noticed that you’re a little too nicely dressed to be out in the lower town area at night, and Yuri ends up saving you. Afterward, Yuri tells you to go home, insulting you a little because you were being reckless, especially for a noble. Yuri made sure to safely follow you home.

After the encounter with you, Yuri discovered you are the child of the man that he is meant to destroy their life. He didn’t plan to meet you again, but when he saw you at a noble party, where Yuri uses his social status to get into it, he couldn’t help but ask you for a dance.

Why does Yuri like you: Yuri finds your snarky nature to be amusing, it adds to the fuel of his desire to mess with you. He likes your curious nature but hates when you get into harmful and reckless situations. One of the reasons is that he isn’t sure if he’ll be there to save you all the time. In the beginning, being around you made him feel like a regular guy and not a sinful man. You feel at home and it’s been a long time since Yuri felt like that

༓Balthus von Albrecht Would he or would he not confess to you, and why: He would, seeing no reason as to why he shouldn’t. Balthus doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable but he will want to let you know where he stands and what he wants from this relationship. Balthus will give you time to decide on what to do, yet he’ll act like he didn’t just confess his feelings to you a few days ago.

Do people/you/ notice if he treats you differently: His friends will notice that Balthus is more friendly and often wants to hang out alone, but anyone else might have difficulty telling because he doesn’t treat you too differently from others.

The way he treats you differently: Friendly and honest, and will tell you that he enjoys spending time with you more than anyone else. He is protective of you, not wanting anyone of bad nature to come near you but he will not baby you nor hold you back. He’ll be there for you, but always let you have your freedom. Balthus will get you gifts randomly if he sees something that you might like, instead of using the money to pay off his debt.

How he met you: If it wasn’t for the fact that Balthus felt like gambling, he never would’ve met you. You were one of his opponents in the game, a dangerous foe, and someone who won all of his money. Instead of showing off or being rude to him, you invited Balthus out for a few drinks since you had just “earned some new money”

Why does Balthus like you: You were kind to most people but had no problem with cracking someone’s skull if they deserved it. You are neither a sore loser nor a smug winner, usually just into gambling for the fun of it and meeting people. You are very free in life and Balthus is attracted to it, almost drawn to it like a bear to honey. Balthus can see himself wanting to spend his life with someone like you romantically and if he couldn’t, Balthus would still simply be happy with being your friend so long you were in his life.

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abraxasimagines · 4 years

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@fireemblemsaiyandragonborn ASKED: Gotcha! Thanks my friend! I appreciate you letting me know! May I please request English breakfast tea and matcha tea for Rhea please? I. Genuinely love her so much and whilst I won't make any excuses for Crimson Flower Rhea. I adore every other Rhea (personal opinion only!) So, thank you my friend and I hope you have a great day!

A/N: OH THIS REQUEST IS SO SOFT I CRY...this made me love rhea 10x more

spoilers for rhea’s backstory (kind of? i mean things are implied but you know)! <3

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english breakfast tea; would they want a family?

( ⚜ ) it...really depends. rhea would want a family for sure. she would be a bit hesitant, considering her heritage, but with more than a few reassuring words from her s/o she’ll want children in no time.

( ⚜ ) she wouldn’t force her s/o into raising kids with her if they didn’t want to. rhea would be perfectly content with spending the rest of her days alongside her s/o.

( ⚜ ) i can see her wanting a large family--maybe five tops? she would also be excellent with children. if you’re bad with them? rhea’s got you covered.

( ⚜ ) please don’t let her name one of the kids sothis. please.

matcha tea; how and when do they propose to their s/o?

( ⚜ ) rhea has been alive quite long enough to know the best way to propose to her s/o. she’s lived through many relationships and heartbreaks, and she knows if you’re the one for her.

( ⚜ ) she’s never actually proposed to anyone in her past relationships, though. more than likely, rhea will get incredibly nervous once she gets ready for the proposal.

( ⚜ ) don’t @ me, but she’d choose like, the most cheesiest way of proposing.

( ⚜ ) on your birthday, she insisted that she made a homemade cake for you. however confused you may be, she would ignore your questions of “hey wait since when could you bake sw--

( ⚜ ) as she finished it and brought it out to you, you had to do a double take once you realized what should have been a “happy birthday!” in icing was “will you marry me, s/o?”

#mod leon #imagines #fe3h #3h #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #x reader #imagine #rhea x reader #rhea imagines #seiros #seiros fe3h #fe3h seiros #rhea fe3h #fe3h rhea #rhea #rhea fire emblem #rhea imagine #rhea fe3h x reader

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fandom-meanderer · 5 years

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Overcooked

Pairing: Blue Lions x Reader

Part: (1/1)

Genre: Comedy

Fandom: Fire Emblem Three Houses

P.o.V.: 2nd

Word Count: 1,041 Words

Warnings:

Further Notes: Ask, and you shall receive. Have any of you guys played Overcooked before? This is a pure, comedy fic not meant to be taken seriously in anyway, I had a blast writing this so I hope you all like it too!

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It all started with a simple request from Flayn.

“Oh professor!” She called out. Byleth turned around to look at her. “I was wondering if you had enough ingredients for some soup?”

Then… Then this chaos happened.

“Ashe, get the tomatoes! Dedue, you focus on cooking and adding ingredients to the pot! And Dimitri,” you ponder for a moment. “You can just chop the ingredients.”

“A wise choice,” Dimitri smiles wryly.

Seteth had called on a “Soup Making Contest” and the winning house was allowed more extended free time for the next week along with a pass for the most upgraded and updated equipment from the armory. With the help of a strangely dedicated Byleth, the dining hall was converted into a large kitchen with three stations for the three houses. Whoever made the best and the most soup would be declared winner, and by the goddess, everyone was so much more into it than anyone would have ever expected.

“(Name)!” Mercedes called. “How much spice do I add to this stew?” You run over and take a quick taste, completely taken aback by how sweet it was.

“Add a pinch of salt and some more onions,” you instruct. And of course, your worst nightmare had to occur.

“ONE OF THE STATIONS IS BURNING. I REPEAT. IT’S ON FUCKING FIRE!” Sylvain shouts, ducking for cover. Annette runs over, trying to tame the flames, but surprise surprise, using a Fire spell only makes the fire WORSE, Annette.

You grab a bucket of water and run over, splashing the entire thing, not caring about a now dripping wet Dimitri because let’s be honest he looks better that way anyways.

“Sylvain, toss everything in the pot, it can’t be salvaged. Ashe! I need you to grab some more Noa Fruit and Teutates Pike.”

“Yes, ma’am!” The two shout.

“Annette! Bring those three plates to Flayn!” Annette salutes and executes her task. “We are going to win this.”

The Blue Lions had to have the most effective chain of action. With Dimitri and Felix chopping the vegetables, Mercedes and Annette on transport, Ashe and Dedue on stove duty, and you and Ingrid on management, it was perfect. You decided it would be best to keep Sylvain on support, sending him to different stations where he was needed.

Stove duty was clearly not his thing.

Also just if you’re curious, Mellow is on ingredient duty, he’s such a good boy.

The competition was fierce, but not that fierce.

The Golden Deer side wasn’t doing so hot either. Especially with Raphael adding way too much meat to each pot and the constant Lorenz vs. Claude power struggles. If the Blue Lions side was loud, the Golden Deers were louder.

“RAPHAEL. CAN YOU QUIT DOING THAT?!” Lysithea shouts. She takes out at least four bones of some animal from the pots and tosses them out. “Meat ingredients go in the meat pot and vegetable ingredients go to the vegetable pot. They have never, and will never, mix!”

“Alrighty!” Raphael, of course, is always all smiles.

“Ugh, do I have to do this?” Hilda lays down on one of the counter tops. “Marianne, you do it.”

“O-Okay…” the blue haired girl grabs a carrot and chops it slowly. She’s still chopping. Still chopping.

“Ugh! Just let me do it!” Hilda jumps up and starts chopping ingredients at lightning speed, pushing them towards Claude, who skewered them with an arrow and shot them across the station towards Leonie, who was in charge of cooking. Once Leonie was finished, she handed them off to Ignatz, who plated the dishes and served them to Flayn, both people slowly growing concerned with the number of plates on the table.

The Black Eagles on the other hand… Um…

“I’m gonna fight them!” Caspar shouts, pounding into the albenian moose. All to tenderize the meat of course, for cooking naturally. Petra, on the other hand, continued to add various exotic spices to the stew, claiming to make it more tasteful.

“And I am Ferdinand von Aegir!” Ferdinand quickly chops the vegetables in the way of a noble which isn’t that well and passes them off to Petra. Petra then passes it along to Edelgard, who in turn passed it off to Hubert. The three of them combined allowed them to mass produce soup at a faster rate. Hubert, who may or may not be cheating a bit, would add extra flames with his magic to the pots to make them boil faster, but that’s just between him and Edelgard.

Dorothea was the only one with a stable enough composure to deliver the bowls of soup to Flayn without spilling the majority of the soup. The job used to fall upon Linhardt, until he fell asleep half way to the table. He’s still asleep one the floor but no one could be bothered to move him right now.

Long story short, the only ones who actually know what the hell they’re doing is Edelgard, Hubert, and Dorothea.

At the faculty table, the chaos amongst them nearly fell upon deaf ears.

“What do you think Flayn? Is it to your liking?” Seteth asks, oblivious to his sister’s puffed cheeks and pouting mouth.

“It is simply fine, brother,” she hisses. Seteth smiles.

“Wondrous, more soup is coming your way, I assure you,” he smiles. Flayn huffs and shoves another spoonful down her mouth.

“I do like the Blue Lions’ assembly line method,” Hanneman comments. “But the Black Eagles’ mass production method is allowing them to conquer the quantity field.”

“Quality will always be better than quantity, Hanneman,” Manuela cuts in. “Observe the Golden Deer. They have engineered a fast and efficient way to produce quality soup.”

“I think the Blue Lions are going to win this,” Byleth states. Jeralt, Alois, and Catherine sit near Flayn, taking some of the bowls of soup from her to alleviate the soup hell she had subjected herself to. Shamir and Cyril on the other hand watched with slight amusement. Even Lady Rhea herself couldn’t pass up the opportunity to watch her students.

Finally, after thousands of bowls of soup, Seteth called time. The house leaders all walked up to the table and awaited anxiously for Flayn’s choice of winner.

“Blue Lions!” She announces. A mix of applause and groans filled the room as she stood up. “You all fought valiantly, and each soup tasted delectable. I thank you for your participation, and I apologize for my brother’s… eccentricity for this event.”

And thus ended the Cook off of Eagle and Lion (and Deer).

#Fire Emblem #Fire Emblem Three Houses #feth #fe3h #black eagles #golden deer #church of seiros #blue lions #blue lions x reader #fe3h x reader #fe3h fanfic #fe3h fanfiction #I would tag every character but that's alot #please enjoy

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mommymooze · 3 years

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Can You See What is Growing Before Your Eyes?

seteth & Flayn, Reader & Flayn, Seteth X Reader

Sitting on the fishing dock as the sunset blazes across the skies, it is quiet and peaceful in the monastery. You can almost imagine there is not a war going on, that the Imperial army isn’t marching towards your location to attack you and your friends who have arrived for the Millennium festival. Your thoughts are peaceful as you observe the rose and orange colored skies reflected in the pond Your bobber floats motionless on the calm waters.

“Are the fish biting?” Flayn calls from the far side of the water.

Just as she speaks your bobber begins to twitch. You hold up a finger with one hand as you grasp your pole more firmly in the other. Watching, waiting, suddenly the red and white float goes under, you jerk the line, hooking the fish. It is a short battle, the bullhead gives up quickly.

“It’s about average.” You answer as you look over your basket. “I have 15 fish, so after a few more I will bring them to the kitchens.”

“How are you able to catch such an abundant amount? My brother and I would be here for half a day or more and still not catch that quantity.” Flayn chides, her hands on her hips.

“If I had any fishing secrets, I would not hesitate to share them with you and Seteth.” You smile.

“Perhaps I shall watch you and learn of your mysterious technique.” Flayn decides, sitting on an empty crate nearby.

Retrieving and rebaiting your hook, you toss it back into the water, causing ripples to spread across the pond. You sit, still as a statue. Out of the corner of your eye you watch Flayn switch the position of her legs, then look around, fix her hair, and otherwise appear bored. You have not moved, except to shoo a bug from getting close to your eye. Even that movement was performed slowly and silently.

The bobber twitches in the water, moves left, stops briefly and heads right. It becomes halfway submerged, only to pop back up again immediately. You do not move. It begins moving away from your position. Just as it submerges you yank the line and are fighting the hooked fish. The fish jumps, trying to get away, however you keep steady with your pull on the line, hauling it closer to the dock.

“A golden fish!” Flayn excitedly laughs.

Hauling your catch close to the dock, you grab the fish by its jaw, remove the hook and secure it in your bucket.

“That one will pay for the accompaniments to an excellent fish stew!” You announce, beginning to pack up your fishing equipment.

“I did not see anything special about your technique. You used a worm and I saw no special powder or magic cast upon it. Strange.” Flayne ponders.

“First, you must learn to be one with the water. If it is still, you must be still. If it moves, you can move. The fish will be disturbed by your wiggling, especially on the dock.” You share your wisdom with the lovely young lady.

“I will have to tell my brother of this discovery, and that we will be having a fine fish stew this evening. Thank you!”

Selling your fish in the market, you take the rest to the kitchens. The cooks are thrilled to be able to provide a hearty and protein filled meal to the masses, there will be enough to go around. More and more people are arriving at the monastery to assist with the war efforts.

After returning your belongings to your quarters you head to the Cathedral to give prayers of thanks. Thanks for the food today, for so many willing to help defend the church, for the return of so many students and for the return of Professor Byleth. Now that they are back, hopefully they can lead the church and Blue Lions to victory. Your mind falters at that, observing the wounded and broken man that Dimitri has become. You watch as the Professor approaches him, trying to speak to him, trying to get him to eat. The conversation is one sided. Dimitri says nothing. Your eyes go wide as he leaps at the Professor and throws them against a stone column, then returns to his place at the crumbled goddess statue.

Without thinking you run to Byleth’s side. You are well within Dimitri’s range, but your focus is Byleth. Their head is bleeding, and they are moaning. Quickly you heal the head wound. It is not deep, however there is a lot of blood. You struggle to drag them further from Dimitri to a safer part of the Cathedral.

“Professor, can you hear me? Please?” You whisper to them, your voice shaking. They’ve just returned from being gone for five years, it would be horrible to lose them again so soon.

The professor shakes their head. “I am okay. He caught me off guard.” They answer as you help them to their feet.

“Can I take you to the infirmary? Do you have pain elsewhere?” You anxiously ask as they lean on you slightly while you hold their arm, walking to the pews.

“I am alright.” They nod. “My head was hit. I may have a bruise or two, nothing that will not be fine by tomorrow.”

“If you are sure. There is no need to suffer with pain if we can help.” You smile.

Professor Byleth heads back to the bridge leaving the Cathedral, refusing your offer to accompany them. You remain, offering further prayers for Byleth’s health and healing for Dimitri.

You return to the infirmary, your home away from home. Manuela is no longer here, she sided with the Empire. Being thrust into the position of one of the main healers, you remain out of battle, dealing with the injured soldiers. Before the war you worked your shifts in the infirmary, Manuela handled the serious cases.

When the war started, everyone fled the monastery. You packed more books on healing and treatments than you did clothes. Seteth encouraged you to lead the healers for the Knights of Seiros. Every place you travel, you consult with other healers in the area, trying to increase your knowledge as well as theirs. You hope you are adequately filling the shoes he sets forth.

At the infirmary desk you pull out the file for Byleth and make a note regarding todays treatment. When the Knights of Seiros returned to the monastery, you were happy to find many of the medical notes still here. Thieves must not have a use for them. All potions, salves, bandages, and lotions were gone. You have been working with several other clerics building up your inventory.

A sudden knocking brings your attention to the door of the infirmary.

“Greetings. I see you have no patients today, I hope everything is well.“ Seteth bows.

You look up at the handsome man in the doorway. “Good afternoon, Seteth. Byleth was injured by Dimitri earlier. If you see them, make certain they are not hiding any injuries I was unable to find.”

Seteth nods, “I understand your concerns. There are many that take care and have themselves treated properly. Then there are others, I understand your concerns.” He smiles, “Flayn said you were fishing earlier.”

“Yes. I am not a hunter, however I do want to do my part to keep the food stores filled. An army marches on its stomach.” You answer as you file papers in the cabinet.

“Flayn advises you are considerably successful at fishing. Perhaps I can join you and observe your techniques.” Seteth smiles, it makes him even more handsome.

“I am no master fisherman. Flayn simply is not patient, she can’t hold still.” You laugh. “I have seen you fishing with Alois. You would be more successful if he was not there, he is rather boisterous.”

“True. I suppose I like to fish because it is relaxing. These are stressful times. I do hope you are taking care of yourself too.” Seteth answers, a bit of authority creeping back into his voice.

“Noted, sir.” You nod, then begin to unpack dressings and filling the cabinets.

“I am asking you to take care of yourself as a friend. We have worked together for these many years. I’ve seen you exhaust yourself taking care of the knights.”

“War is not conducive to sleep. I will sleep when the war is over.” You chuckle. “Besides, when I finally do leave to find rest, I notice there is still candlelight coming through the windows of your office. Perhaps you should lead by example, my friend.”

“Touche!” He chortles. “I will put in further effort.” Seteth nods, returning to his office.

You treat minor cuts and bruises the remainder of the afternoon. Flayn stops by and asks you to join her for dinner. After all, you were the one that provided the ingredients for this evening’s meal. You promise to meet her after restocking the supplies.

In the dining hall you take your bowl of fish soup and look for Flayn. She is sitting next to her brother and waving for you to join them. You take a seat opposite them. She is easily excited.

“I am so happy that you are able to join us.” Flayn smiles.

“It is important to keep your body healthy and nourished.” You nod and smile softly at Seteth. You are happy to see him in the dining hall. He has had too many meals in his office, overworking himself.

“Yes. An army runs on its stomach, and it is important for everyone to eat properly, especially those that support the army.” Seteth tells Flayn, encouraging her to eat.

“Does that mean I can have seconds, brother?” She asks, sucking in her cheeks a bit to appear more undernourished.

“Only after everyone else has had a portion.” He waves his spoon around the room at the other diners.

Flayn pouts.

Observing her sad face, you have an idea. “If you would like, we can fish tomorrow early in the morning and hopefully catch more for a fine fish dinner.” You pat her hand that is resting on the table.

Flayn’s face now wears a huge smile. “Really? I am excited! You can teach me more fishing techniques. Oh brother! Maybe you can join us?” Both of you look at him, a hopeful smile on your faces.

Seteth’s brow furrows. “I will have to check my schedule. I will see if I can make the time.”

The next morning you get up at dawn to head to the woods, digging up earthworms and grubs for bait. The ground is still moist from the rains and the worms are close to the surface. You have plenty for everyone, including Byleth, who you share bait with frequently. They buy bait from the merchants when they are out, and every coin is needed for the war.

The day is slightly windy, causing the water to dance on the pond. The sunlight sparkles on the surface as the sun rises higher in the sky. Flayn joins you. Instructing her on proper baiting of the hook you remind her to sit as still as possible. You sit far enough apart to softly talk, yet not interfere with each other’s quest for fish.

Flayn has been listening attentively, her basket of fish is proof of her improvement. She brings a fish to you that has swallowed the hook and you show her how to use a tool you’ve made that will help loosen it. Instructing how to slide her hand down the fish so she will not be pricked by the fins, then use the tool to release the hook. Suddenly a shadow is blocking the sunlight over your shoulder.

“Good morning, brother. We are having a marvelous time fishing!” Flayne giggles.

“I can see that. You both have a surprisingly large catch. Perhaps there are many secrets you can pass along to us.” He smiles at you. That is a very handsome look on his face.

“I would be happy to help.” You smile as Flayn puts her fish in her basket and baits her hook for the next catch. “I have a nice collection of worms today, help yourself.” You point to the can.

“Hmm.” Seteth frowns. “Would you mind giving me pointers on how to set the bait? My wife usually baited the hooks. I can manage with some things, but worms are tricky.”

“I understand. My father would set my bait when I was little. I was afraid of the wiggly bugs and worms. Though he is gone, I will pass along his techniques. It is a good way of remembering him.” You take a worm and quietly show him how to set the worm on the hook, leaving the end close to the barb of the hook to wiggle.

“I always make sure the barb is just through the end there, touching it but not piercing your finger. There. You’re ready to go.” You smile as you let loose the hook and it dangles and spins in the air.

“Appreciated.” Seteth smiles. The relaxed look on his face is a sight to behold.

You cast your line into the water and wait. Flayn is to your right trying very hard to be still. Seteth is to your left, taking a seat on a crate after casting his line in the water. Flayn’s bobber starts to wiggle. You hear her stifle a noise, trying to remain quiet. Suddenly her bobber goes under, she pulls her pole back.

“I have one. Oh, it feels heavy!” Flayn excitedly giggles as she works to haul the fish to land.

You lean to the edge of the pond, grabbing the fish as soon as she has it out of the water. “That certainly is a large fish. I think that fills your basket this morning!” You laugh.

She puts her fish away and gives you a huge hug. “You have taught me so well. I’m going to take these to the kitchen right away. I feel like a successful fisherwoman!” she grins.

“You are an excellent student. What an amazing haul!” You laugh, watching her struggle with her heavy container of fish.

Seteth now gasps as he hooks a fish. You grab the fish by the side of the mouth when he gets it to shore.

“Oh my, it’s swallowed your hook. That’s the fourth time today. They must be really hungry to gobble them down so quickly.” You mutter, heading to your tackle box to grab your tool to remove the hook.

“You can retrieve the hook? I usually have to cut the line and tie on a new one.” Seteth is happily surprised.

You call him closer as you follow the line into the fish’s mouth. You hand him the tool and instruct him as he uses it to free the hook. He stands much closer to you than he normally does. He smells like myrrh, cinnamon, and ginger.

“That was certainly educational today.” Seteth smiles. “Thank you for your instruction.”

“Any time.” You smile softly. “The company was very enjoyable.”

A week later Seteth invites you for tea in his office. Checking the calendar, you note that next week everyone will leave for battle, so he must want to review final plans. You arrive at his door at the exact appointed time, holding several folders of paperwork that he may find useful to allay his concerns.

Seteth invites you inside and gestures to the table by the windows that is set for tea.

His desk is piled high with folders, stacks of letters to be sealed, parchment and inkwells randomly scattered amongst his work. Mounds of opened letters fill the box on one corner of the desk while multiple completed replies occupy a box on the other side.

“Is that paperwork for me?” He appears to be surprised at the bundle in your hands.

“I thought you may want to discuss the inventories and preparations being made for our upcoming march.” You respond shyly. The last thing you want to do is provide more work for him.

Seteth takes the folders from you and places them on a nearby table. “Actually, I have the greatest trust in you and would only speak to you about it if you need my guidance. Please, take a seat and join me for tea.” He gestures to the table and chairs by the window.

Taking your seat, you pull the cloth napkin to your lap. You feel a bit nervous. He has only asked you to his office to discuss matters of the church or war. This is your first purely social visit.

Seteth pours the tea, handing you tongs to take a sweet treat from the basket.

“Apologies, I do not know your favorite tea. I hope you do not mind Four Spice Blend.” He smiles softly as he takes his seat, making certain his chair is at a proper gentlemanly distance from you.

“I drink Four Spice in the cooler weather, the flavor seems to warm me from within.” You return the smile. This must be the excitement the students feel when Professor Byleth invites them to tea.

“I am glad you enjoy it.” Seteth hums. “I have been having conversations with Felix lately about the importance of friends in our lives. I then realized that I have been negligent myself in not taking time to visit with my friends.”

“I am delighted to call you my friend, of course. We have worked together for these many years, but we have not made proper time to simply chat.”

“I am making an effort to correct that mistake, starting today.” Seteth nods and takes a sip of tea. “Do tell me about yourself, what books you like to read, what are your hobbies?”

You chat back and forth until the tea has grown exceedingly cold, exchanging tidbits of knowledge into who each of you are as a person. You speak of the books you’ve read recently and share impressions you have on your allies.

“This has been simply fascinating. A fantastic break from work. I feel very refreshed,” Seteth smiles. “I have learned quite a bit about you and your many talents.”

“I feel the same! I have learned so much about you as well. Thank you for inviting me to a very lovely tea.” You stand and reach for your paperwork.

“Perhaps we can make it a weekly occurrence, to make certain we have the time to check on each other,” He offers.

“Fantastic. I would enjoy it immensely.” You are beaming with happiness as you head out the door. Your heart skips a beat as you head down the hallway. You don’t mind that there are a few patients impatiently waiting inside the infirmary.

It is a few weeks before you can have another quiet tea together. Travel and battle do not allow for much time to socialize. Your hands are full setting up the infirmary tents, organizing the clerics, making certain the army has well stocked bandages and potions for the fighters.

Flayn is going to be on the field for the battle and you worry over her as she finishes attaching the last pieces of her armor. She comes to speak with you frequently, discussing a few adult matters that she is not confident with confiding in her brother.

“Watch out for arrows, if you are hurt, fly straight to the infirmary. Your brother would never forgive me if I cannot get you back into perfect health as soon as possible.” You kiss her on the forehead and send her off to her wyvern. You have become quite close friends and say a silent prayer for her safety. She reminds you of your younger siblings that you raised when your mother passed away.

Now you are standing at the edge of camp, watching what little you can see of the battle. Seteth and Flayn are flying close together on their wyverns, protecting each other. You send a quick prayer for their safety as you head back into the infirmary tent, injured fighters are already arriving.

Wrapping a bandage to a soldiers arm you’ve completed stitching and healing, you hear a wyvern’s roar outside the tent. Running to the front of the tent, Flayn is guiding her brother’s wyvern to the ground next to hers. Seteth is nearly unconscious as you hurry to lift him from the saddle. You have no idea where your strength comes from as you carry him into the infirmary and place him on an examination table. You’ve carried unconscious soldiers before, but Seteth is very solidly built.

Flayn dashes in behind you, filling you in on what happened. “He was hit by a lightning bolt. His wyvern was hit as well, but it dealt with the hit better than he did. I think it was because of the arrows he had taken prior that had weakened him.”

“Help me get his robes off.” You quickly instruct her.

She helps remove his robes and armor as you strip him to his undershirt and trousers. His pants are ruined by two arrows, you cut them off just above the arrow in his thigh and around the other in his calf. Neither of the projectiles are close to arteries, however the one in his thigh is very deep into the muscle. It seems to take forever to remove the arrowhead from leg. You had to cut tissue and pull his flesh out of the way. Finally, you work faith magic deep into the torn tissues, encouraging the flesh to bind back together.

Flayn works on his shoulder where the burns from the lightning strike entered his body. Luckily it traveled down his arm and exited close to his hand. You heal what you can of the burns for now, they will need further attention later.

Two strong soldiers help lift Seteth onto a stretcher, moving him to his tent. Gently you guide him on to his bed with Flayn’s assistance and she stays to watch over him. Before you leave, you examine her for any injuries, healing even the smaller cuts, knowing her brother would not be pleased to waken and see she was not treated.

Returning to the infirmary you triage the incoming soldiers. The new casualties begin to dwindle and those that are well enough leave for dinner. You make certain those that can eat do so. You then proceed to check on Seteth.

Standing at the entrance on the tent you announce yourself. Flayn beckons you to come in. Flayn is sitting in a chair, knitting a sock as she quietly sits by his side.

“I am so happy that you taught me how to knit. It is keeping my hands and mind busy so I do not hover over him so much. He has been sleeping peacefully since he was brought here.” Flayn updates you.

Leaning over the cot that Seteth is silently sleeping on, you check his vitals then his wounds to make certain he has not bled through the bandages. You’ve noticed his and Flayn’s heartrate are not the same as others. There are a few things you have seen over the years that sets them apart from the others. You keep these things to yourself, honoring their privacy.

Looking over at Flayn you smile reassuringly. “Would you like to go visit with your friends a bit? Promise me you will stay right in the middle of camp. No going off anywhere or your brother will have my head. I’m sure you want to check on them as well. When the sound the night bell, be back here very quickly. “

She gasps with excitement, “Yes! Thank you so much.” She hurriedly packs away her knitting and runs from the tent.

Remaining by Seteth’s side, you heal the electrical burns to his shoulder and hand. Exhausted, you doze lightly in the chair with a blanket over your legs and your hand resting on his chest. If he makes the slightest movement your eyes are wide open and you observe him for any discomfort.

Flayn returns a few hours later, tired and happy that she could visit with everyone. She kisses Seteth on the head and tells you good night just as he wakens.

Opening his eyes, his first sight is her. “Flayn!” He gasps. “You are alright.” His eyes close and he visibly relaxes for a moment.

“She is fine. A few minor scratches. Absolutely nothing compared to your injuries.” You pat your hand on his chest.

Seteth moves, attempting to sit up. He shifts his legs then grimaces with pain. With you pushing him back into his cot, he finally settles back into a prone position.

“You were hit by two arrows and then lightning. How you managed to keep perched on your wyvern is a miracle. Flayn brought you back. The battle is long over, you need to rest.” You answer his questions before he can ask them.

“I am happy to see you are recovering. Good night, brother.” Flayn calls as she heads out into the night air to her tent.

“Please tell me if you have any pain. I will help you sit up to have something to drink after I heal you further. I can get you anything you need, food, water, just name it.”

“I feel extremely fatigued, like every muscle in my body has been worked to exhaustion,” he quietly answers. “I only felt pain when I tried to move my leg. You have done a wonderful job, thank you.”

“You are a good patient. Let me change the bandages on your leg and then sit you up to have a drink. You should sleep and let the healing take full hold.” Taking your basket of fresh bandages and healing salves you move to the other side of his cot and begin unwrapping his wounds. Cleansing and applying further deep healing to his leg, you wrap it with fresh, clean dressings.

Taking a waterskin in hand, you help him sit up enough to drink nearly two cups of water. You take a handkerchief to dab his lips.

“There was a significant amount of blood loss. Drinking plenty of fluids will help you replenish them. I’ll make sure you eat a high amount of protein tomorrow for breakfast.”

“Thank you,” Seteth whispers as he lies back and closes his eyes. You pat his chest and he takes your hand in his. You are relieved that he is too tired to notice a slight blush on your cheeks.

Seteth awakens in the morning to the smell of bacon and eggs. You carefully help him to sit up.

“Flayn is in the infirmary tent, helping with those she can.” You begin. “They are tearing down camp and we will be headed back to the monastery soon. Do you need me to help you get a change of clothes? You will need new pants, I had to cut the others to get to your injuries. I can send someone to assist you if you prefer.”

“Let me see if I can stand, perhaps I can manage on my own.” Seteth slowly sits himself up and swings his legs off the cot. You reach outside the tent, then turn around and hand him a training lance.

“This should help you keep steady on your feet for now.“ You say while hovering over him as he takes a few cautious steps to the chair next to the table. Once he is seated you make certain he has fresh water to go with his food.

Back at the monastery you currently have four patients in the infirmary. Riding in the back of a wagon did not help their conditions much and it takes considerable time to heal and stabilize them until you feel that they are settled and without pain.

Flayn appears in front of your desk as you document the charts. “Are you finished with the patients?” She asks sweetly.

“For now. I will have someone monitoring them throughout the night and wake me if their conditions worsen.” You answer as you finish making an entry.

“Good!” Flayn takes you by the arm and pulls you down the hallway to Seteth’s office. Pulling you inside, you see the table set for three. The smell of the delicious dinner is heavenly, you’ve not eaten for many hours. Seteth is already seated at the table

“Please excuse me for not standing.” Seteth blushes slightly

You laugh. “I would be angry if you did. You’re keeping the leg propped up. Excellent.” You see that his color is good, he is healing well. You give a huge sigh of relief.

Flayn guides you to the seat next to him and she sits across from her brother. While the meal progresses, Flayn tells her point of view of the battle and how the Professor led them all to victory.

“This is quite a happy surprise. An excellent dinner and amazing company. I could not ask for more. Thank you both for having me.” You look greatly pleased.

“It is the least we could do to thank you for your excellent care,” Seteth assures. “You have been working nonstop since the battle. When you are finished, Flayn will escort you to your room and you will sleep. The healers here have been under your watchful eye and will take good care of the wounded. We need you to take time to care for yourself.”

“Yes. I will sleep and you should as well. I’m sending Flayn back to check on you. If she finds you working at the desk, I’ll run up here and bring a stick with me to chase you out.” You laugh.

Seteth chuckles. “I do not wish to incur your wrath. I promise to head straight for bed after dinner.”

“Should I change your bandages while I am here?” You ask.

“I did not invite you here to work. Flayn will aid me.” He nods to her.

Flayn suddenly interrupts. “I really should get the dishes back to the kitchens, you know how they can be. Perhaps it would be best that she escorts you to your room and check you this evening. This will probably take me a few trips.” Flayn says as she hurriedly stacks the plates, cups, and cutlery together and heads out the door.

“Do you have salves and bandages in your room? Should I pop by the infirmary for some?” You inquire.

“You had best get them. I know Flayn has some in her room, however I am not certain that I have any myself. I will meet you at the stairs, we can go up together.” He answers as he reaches for a cane to keep himself steady.

You observe Seteth as you follow him up the stairs, he is being especially careful and favoring his leg. He unlocks the door to his room on the third floor. You try not to let the curiosity get the best of you. Briefly glancing about, his quarters are pristine. Comfortable and heavy furniture come into view as he lights a candelabra.

“Would you prefer to change your bandages on the couch or your bed.” You ask.

“The bed I suppose,” he sighs as he leads you to his bedroom.

“Do you have a spare towel in the bathroom? I want to make certain nothing gets onto your bedclothes.”

“Of course, there is a basket by the door.” He gestures to the open door.

Retrieving a towel, you return to his side. Seteth is seated on his bed, his back propped by his pillows. His pants are removed from the wounded leg, the other covered by his blanket.

Raising his leg, you carefully place the towel underneath. You observe his grimace out of the corner of your eye.

“Which wound hurts more, the one in your calf or the one in your thigh?”

“The thigh. That one was quite deep,” Seteth answers, slightly gritting his teeth.

Unwrapping both injuries they appear to be healing well, the scarring is pink, not red at the edges, no signs of infection or bleeding. You slightly lift his lower leg, asking him to move his foot different directions. Turning your attention to the healing injury on his thigh you begin pouring faith magic into the muscles, knitting the torn tissue further together bit by bit. Massaging the muscles around the wound you flex his knee. The healing is progressing quite well.

Briefly you glance to his face, his eyes are closed, he appears relaxed. You are blushing again. His muscles are perfect, his thighs well-toned. Taking a deep breath, you pull your brain back into your professional mindset.

“Any other pain? Any lingering tingling from the lightning in your arm?” You softly ask. “You have walked on that leg too much today. Limping around on a cane will cause pain in your hand and arm as well as throwing off your gait and leading to lower back pain. I’ve done what I can today. I would like to treat your thigh injury one more time tomorrow.” You turn away to gather the soiled bandages and cool the steamy thoughts in your head.

“You are worrying too much. I will be fine.” Seteth answers. He sounds sleepy, which is relieving. You make certain he has a glass of water on his nightstand before you leave.

You make your way back downstairs. Flayn is taking the last of the dishes back to the kitchens. You wish her a good night and tell her to fetch you if you are needed. Once she is out of sight you head to the infirmary to check on the patients. The night cleric is relieved to see you, a soldier woke up and fell trying to get out of bed, undoing quite a bit of the work everyone had put into him. A few hours later you leave the heavily sedated patient, hoping they will retain the use of their arm.

The next day you find yourself being scolded by Flayn when she finds your bowl of oatmeal is still half full on your desk and it is already lunchtime. You are too busy working on the soldier’s reinjured shoulder to eat.

“Stop this at once!” Flayn stamps her foot for good measure. I am hereby relieving you of your duty and sentencing you to complete bedrest until tomorrow.

You turn around to argue with her, however two knights are gently taking you by the arms and leading you from the infirmary to your room. As you close your door behind you, you can hear Flayn giving them orders to stand guard and not let you leave until tomorrow morning.

Your head is pounding as you reach for a glass of water. Being told to take your own medicine is quite the bitter pill to swallow. It is reassuring that the soldier should be fine and rest is the best thing for you now.

The next day Flayn apologizes for her mutiny. Instead of being angry with her, you give her a huge hug and thank her for her bravery. You invite her to bake cookies together later, perhaps some ginger snaps, since her brother may like the flavor.

Meeting Flayn in the kitchens she confesses, “Everyone says I am a bad cook. Before the war I cooked a dish so bad only Dimitri and Raphael would eat it.” She pouts.

“It is not that you are bad at cooking. You simply do not understand the why and because of it all.” You explain as you gather and measure the ingredients for the cookies.

“Butter for example.” You begin, “We’re not using it in this recipe, but many times softened butter is an ingredient in cookies. You can’t use cold butter, it won’t mix well with the sugar. If you melt the butter, it will mix with the sugar, however the consistency will be wrong. If you melt the butter too long, it will brown the butter, giving it a completely different taste. Leaving the butter in a slightly warm place for about 30 minutes should soften the butter enough to mix with the sugar and make a fluffy creamy mixture, perfect for many baked goods.”

“So cooking requires the ingredients to be in the correct state as well as quantity.” Flayn nods in understanding.

“Exactly! And you cannot always substitute items in a recipe. If you want to use a plum instead of a peach, that will not cause problems. However, if you use baking soda instead of baking powder, that may make your cookies or cake refuse to rise.”

“But they both are for baking and making it rise.” Flayn frowns.

“Would you substitute mandrake root for arrow root in a potion?” You ask.

“Goodness no! One has healing properties, the other is a poison!” Flayn shudders.

“Both are roots, both are powdered and about the same color. Always use the correct ingredient.” You nod encouragingly. “It is like brewing potions. The right ingredients in the right quantity will make someone sleep peacefully. Too much and they will be in a coma.”

“I am beginning to understand your instruction. One cannot substitute ingredients willy-nilly. You must have knowledge as to how they work together to understand the effects of changing the composition of the baked item.” Flayn smiles widely.

“Once you get the basics, with experience you will be able to change things in the recipe. Let’s go by the recipe today and experiment another time. So did you measure one cup of sugar or one cup of salt here?” You place the bowl in front of her.

“Um. I am uncertain.” Flayn blushes.

“Taste it.” You push the bowl closer to her.

Flayn takes a pinch between her fingers and puts it on her tongue. “Ew! That would have been horrible!” she gasps as she heads to the larder to obtain a cup of sugar, abandoning the cup of salt on the counter.

Later in the afternoon you join Seteth in his office for Angelica tea. You surprise him with a box of the ginger cookies baked earlier.

“Ginger cookies! I have not had one in quite some time.” Seteth eagerly grasps a couple with the tongs, putting them on his plate.

“Flayn made them this morning.” You smile.

Seteth’s smile falls from his face as his eyebrows furrow slightly. He looks back to see that his door is indeed closed. “You do know what her cooking is like, don’t you?” He whispers.

You laugh. “Really Seteth, I was with her the entire time. We had a very productive cooking session. You may be surprised. Go on, take a bite.”

Seteth brings the cookie to his lips as if he has been requested to bite the head off a viper. He stares down at the cookie for a second and sniffs it. It does not smell as if it is burnt. It smells of ginger and sweetness, which is unusual for a cookie baked by Flayn.

Finally, he opens his mouth and takes a bite, silently praying that his teeth do not break off by doing this. Instead, his teeth sink into the slightly soft, slightly chewy, perfectly baked cookie. The ginger mixed with the molasses and other spices meld together in his mouth in the most delightful and rewarding flavors. His eyes open wide as his lips pull into the sweetest smile.

“You are absolutely certain that Flayn made these? They are delicious!” Seteth gasps.

You nod. You are so proud of her right now. You wish she could see the look on Seteth’s face right now. It’s precious.

“I must thank her later. You are a miracle worker.” He reaches forward and takes your hand in his.

Your face feels as if it is on fire as it heats up with a blush. Taking your teacup you try to hide behind it as you watch Seteth reach for another cookie.

The infirmary tent is outside of Fort Merceus. You can hear the battle raging on the fortress above the wall. You’ve just finished treating the wounds of an armored Knight, closing the lance wound to his shoulder. Suddenly things are quiet. You then hear a strange whistling noise followed by an explosion. Rocks rain down from the skies, causing the large tent to collapse around you. Pain overwhelms you as the world suddenly becomes dark.

You jolt into consciousness. Sitting upright you grab your head as it throbs fiercely between your hands. Your fingers feel wet, they are covered with blood.

“Brother! She is awake!” you hear Flayn’s voice next to you. Bleary eyed you look over to her, it is difficult to focus through the pain.

Seteth kneels at the side of the cot, wrapping his arms gently around you. “I thought that we might lose you.”

You manage to reach your right arm toward, your left arm refuses to cooperate. Taking a few deep breaths, you calm yourself. Your head pounds mercilessly.

“What happened?” Your voice trembling, remembering the last things you saw.

“The Fortress is gone. It is nothing but rubble. Pillars of light came from the skies and caused explosions everywhere. An entire wall crumbled and crushed part of the infirmary. The battle is over, for now.” Seteth’s voice exudes sadness.

You sob uncontrollably into his shoulder. The loss of life must have been great. Slowly the flow of tears subsides.

“Here, you must drink something.” Seteth offers a waterskin.

You drink your fill. Your eyes are more focused now and you notice you are in Seteth’s tent. You open your mouth to speak, his finger covers your lips.

“You need to rest.” Seteth softly says as he holds a potion bottle for you to drink. You smell the bitterness of the sedative. Nodding your head, you drink the contents. He then lays you back on his cot.

You awaken to the sounds of birds chirping and soldiers walking through the camp. This time you are not nearly in as much pain as you were previously. Sitting up, you assess your injuries. Based on the wrappings and pain your left shoulder has been broken. You have multiple contusions on your arms and legs. Feeling your head, your hair has been washed and there are a few spots where cuts are healed.

You watch the tent flap open and Flayn brings two plates of breakfast to set on the table.

“I am glad you are awake. My brother is in the war council meeting. Let me help you walk over here and get something to eat.” Flayn’s smile is soft and encouraging.

As you both eat, she updates you on the status of the camp. The battle was won, then the Fort was attacked. They did lose two clerics and several soldiers when the tent was hit by debris. They repaired the infirmary tent and treatment of the wounded is ongoing. The soldiers are reorganizing, preparing for the march to Enbarr.

“I feel bad for stealing your brother’s bed.” You frown. You are unaccustomed to inconveniencing others, especially your wonderful friends.

“He slept on the floor next to you to make certain you did not wake up and head back to the infirmary.” Flayn giggles.

“He knows me well.” You nod.

“He hovered over you like a mother hen. He was very worried.” Flayn looks at you, her eyes seem to bore into you. “Do you like him?”

“Well, yes, I do. We have been friends for many years.” You answer, deciding that the eggs on your plate are very interesting so you stare at them. They stare back.

“You would make a great couple.” She giggles.

You almost choke on the food you are chewing. Grabbing a drink of water, you take a few gasps of air. “What makes you think that?” Your face is bright red, you can’t look her in the eye.

“I am getting pretty good at noticing these things. When things are difficult, you tend to find someone that you can lean on and support you. Dimitri and Marianne, Felix and Sylvain, Mercedes and Dedue. It is only natural. You and my brother watch out for each other, keep the other from overworking, make sure they eat properly. I think it is inevitable.” She grins and looks quite satisfied with herself.

Your brain goes into overdrive. “I spend a lot of time with you as well. Knitting, cooking, fishing.”

“Yes. However, you do not act romantically toward me, your attitude is more…hmmm,” Flayn puts a finger to her chin. “Motherly.”

“It is true that I am that way toward you. My mother passed not long after giving birth to my youngest brother. Father relied on me to help raise my siblings as I was the oldest. I see so much of my siblings in you. Your naivety, looking at the world through innocent eyes. I feel very protective of you and understand your brother’s concern. I also recognize his attitude of overprotectiveness. You are all he has left.” You pat her hand.

“True. I thank you for your support. He needs to learn and understand that I am no longer a little girl.” Flayn pouts, slightly ruining her ‘I am an adult’ speech.

“Perhaps you should speak with him. Have a heart to heart conversation.” You feel relieved the conversation has shifted to her feelings about her restrictive sibling.

The remainder of your breakfast is quiet. Flayn returns the dishes to the cooks as you slowly make your way to the infirmary tent. Late in the evening you are lying and resting in an empty cot when you hear Seteth’s voice. You sit up as he approaches.

“There is no need to get up.” He apologizes. “I was simply checking on your wellbeing.”

Feeling brave, you reach up to take his hand. “Thank you for helping me. I have been pacing myself and taking frequent breaks. I am very grateful for everything you have done. I am sure you would like to enjoy your privacy and sleep more comfortably.”

Seteth squeezes your hand. “You are not a burden. My door is always open for you. Sleep well.” He smiles as he leaves.

You lie there, overthinking the short exchange. Are you special or simply a good friend? You want to curse Flayn for lighting aflame these thoughts in your head. You eventually drift off to sleep.

Several weeks later you march with the troops back to Garreg Mach. The war is over. Enbarr and the Emperor are defeated. Rhea is rescued and officially appoints Byleth as the new Archbishop. The Knights are busy taking out rogue bands of Imperial troops and bandits, returning to the monastery to be healed and rest up for the next battle.

Seteth is constantly overworking himself along with Byleth as they create the new doctrine for the church. They also communicate with Dimitri by letter, regarding plans for the continent. You find yourself constantly interrupting their meetings, forcing them to break for food or to take a walk to get fresh air.

“I thought we had just stopped for lunch. Is it time for dinner already?” Seteth looks up from the table filled with scattered parchment and books. Byleth doesn’t look up from his writing.

“Yes. Flayn and I have caught some fish and we are having it for dinner. No excuses.” You glare at them sternly. “Join us in the dining hall.” You do not say now, however it is implied and they stop their work quickly.

While eating, Seteth and Byleth attempt to continue their conversation regarding a particular section of doctrine.

“I order both of you to rest. Talk of something not business,” You plead. “I have heard that Dimitri will only work six days a week, taking one day for his mental wellbeing and health. I completely stand behind that mindset. True, there are always some issues that have to be dealt with, however the focus of the day off is to give yourself a break.”

Byleth looks at you as if you have two heads.

“Vessel of the goddess, yeah, yeah.” You frown at them. “You still need to eat, to sleep, and to rest. Keep this up and you’re headed straight for another five year nap. How much work are you going to finish then?” You cross your arms in front of your chest, looking at them smugly.

“She seems quite serious and peremptory. I don’t think we have much of a choice in this.” Seteth acquiesces. “Saucy little woman.” He whispers to his soup.

“What was that?” You snip.

“I said you make a fine spokeswoman.” He quickly shovels more fish into his mouth.

A week later they announce that Sunday shall be a day of rest except for what must absolutely be accomplished. The first week goes quite well. Byleth and Seteth spend much of the day resting in the afternoon sun as they fish in the pond.

They even admit to a renewed spirit as they return to their work the next day, having clearer minds and feeling rested. Things go well until the fourth week.

You are in the infirmary long enough to heal and bandage a burn on Annette’s arm when you cannot help but hear Seteth and Flayn’s very loud and angry voices emitting from his office. Quickly you dismiss Annette, telling her not to utter a single word.

As you approach Seteth’s door, Flayn runs out crying and fleeing to her room upstairs.

Seteth is sitting at his desk, his head in his hands.

“I do not know what has gotten into that child. She simply does not understand that I am trying to protect her.” He groans.

You knock on the door frame. Seteth waves you in and you close the door behind you.

“Apologies. I am sorry you were a witness to our outburst.” He sounds exasperated.

“She has grown to become quite the independent woman.” You disclose. “She has emotionally developed from a child into an adult since I met her all those years ago.”

Seteth groans. “The world is a dangerous place. I only want to keep her safe. Just a few years ago she was kidnapped right under my nose. I cannot let any harm befall her.”

“It hurts. It hurts to let them go. Watching them flee the safe and warm nest you have prepared.” You begin. “Your relationship is like a hand full of sand. Held loosely, with an open hand, the sand remains where it is. The minute you close your hand and squeeze it tightly to hold on, the sand trickles through your fingers. You can hold on to some of it, but most of it spills. A relationship should be like sand held loosely, with respect and freedom for the other person, it will remain intact. But hold too tightly, too possessively and the relationship slips away and is gone forever.”

“I cannot lose her.” The tears flow from his eyes.

You come around to his side of the desk and hold him to your chest. “There are two times when parenting is most difficult. When the baby first arrives and when the adult first leaves home.”

“You are not fully aware…” He chokes on his words.

“That you are her father? She has slipped too many times in her speech. I know you love her more than anything. You have raised her as your child, regardless. The thought of her leaving breaks your heart. I know.” You assure him. You had felt like you died a little every time one of your brothers and sisters left the nest.

“I want to take her and flee. Hide deep in the mountains where I can protect her.” He gasps through his tears.

“Have you asked her if that is what she wants? If you take her and run, she may escape, putting herself out alone in the wild and into even greater danger. If you let her remain, surround herself with friends who love and protect her, just as you have, could she be safe? If you part from her angry, will she ever come back? These are things you need to ask yourself.”

“If I did that, I would truly lose her.” He looks at you knowingly.

You nod and hold him as he shudders, his sobs filling the room. You pat his back and shoulders reassuringly. After a few minutes he takes a few cleansing breaths.

“My deepest apologies, I did not mean to bring you in to this.” Seteth obtains a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping his tears.

“I am here to help you. To help Flayn too. Both of you can be quite stubborn when you want to be.” You rub circles on his back, continuing to bolster him.

“What should I do now. Where do we go from here?” Seteth looks completely overwhelmed.

“Start with a nice tea together, in a neutral territory. Perhaps on the star terrace? I will check with Byleth and see if that is acceptable. Let her know this is the first of several conversations you will have. It is like any negotiation, discuss the good and the bad. Let her know more details of what you are worrying about. If either of you begin to get upset, step away from the table and calm your mind.”

You pause to let him think for a moment. “Remind her that no matter what, you love her, wanting only the best for her. You want her to understand your concerns. You need to understand her concerns, her dreams, her priorities. Keep communicating. Talk and talk some more.” You hug him tightly then head for the door.

“I cannot thank you enough.” Seteth nods as you smile at him before leaving.

Standing guard at the foot of the stairs to the third floor you sip your tea for a bit then return to knitting. They have been up there talking over tea for over two hours. No doors slamming. No yelling. This is a good sign.

Seteth calls from the top of the stairs, asking you to join them.

Flayn is carrying the tea set into Rhea’s former bedroom. She places it on and end table, then rushes over to give you a hug.

“Thank you.” She quickly whispers before heading down the hall to her chambers.

You walk outside to stand next to Seteth at the balcony. The stars twinkle brightly in the cloudless sky. You look up to him as he stares into the heavens. The air is still and cool now that night has fallen. Patiently you wait for him to gather his thoughts.

“We had a productive conversation.” Seteth begins softly.

You hum in agreement, not wanting to interrupt.

“We spoke of many things. Some good, some bad. All of it necessary. You are correct, she has grown up before my eyes and I could not see it. She is a beautiful young woman.” He speaks slowly, each word tearing apart his heart.

You want to take him in your arms and reassure him, you can see the sadness in his eyes. His precious Flayn must be allowed to be free, and he feels like it is killing him. You settle with leaning against his shoulder with yours.

“She said she worries for me just as much as I for her. She fears that when she leaves, I will shut myself off from the world. I have told her many times that she is my world, that all I do, I do for her. She knows the sacrifices I have made for her sake. She is grateful. But she wants to do things on her own. How to fend for herself. I just—” his voice falters.

Seteth hangs his head low, gripping the balustrade tightly for support. “I am terrified.”

“Let her know you will always be there for her. That you are a place of safety for her, a refuge.” You rub his shoulder as you remain looking skyward.

“Of course, I will take her back, in a heartbeat. There is no doubt. I would bring her where I am without question.” He says with conviction. “The hardest part is to let her go in the first place.”

“She is still here, you have time to mend your hearts. You will always worry for her, she knows this. You have earned that right.” You softly pat his opposite shoulder your arm around his back..

“Thank you for being here.” Seteth turns and hugs you to his chest. You hug him back and stand with him in the cool air, sharing warmth with each other.

Flayn and Seteth have several teatime conversations, adult to adult. One day they decided to take a short holiday together, packing belongings on their wyverns and return several days later.

Seteth works twice as hard to make up for the lost time in his office. You spend time with Flayn as she tells you of her plans. Ignatz and Raphael are going to work as knights for Lorenz who has taken over Gloucester lands from his father. Lorenz is fully employing Ignatz to be ‘a knight that paints’. She will join them in a month’s time. She is in love with Ignatz, however does not want to jump into things too quickly. With her other friends there, she will see how the budding romance goes.

You giggle along with her about her exciting plans, what she wants to do for herself and things she will see. She is quite excited about visiting Derdriu. She’s always loved the ocean and the other coast is just north of the territory.

“What will you be doing now that things are settling down? Do you want to travel or start something new?” Flayn looks at you curiously.

“I’m still recovering from going through the war. I’ve always enjoyed working here. Because Byleth is staying here, friends will come to visit frequently. I am not much of a wanderer, so traveling is out. I don’t want to go north, the snow we have here is plenty.” You think for a moment. “Teaching sounds interesting if they decide to reopen the academy or a regular school. I would like to research some additional healing spells. There are many things to do. Deciding is the hard part.”

“You should think about finding someone special to settle down with.” Flayn smirks.

You nearly spit tea all over yourself. “I..um.” You cough into your napkin and gather your wits. “Unlike some people I know, I do not rush into things.”

“I have watched you pine over him for years.” She laughs.

Looking away from her you wiggle nervously in your chair. “I have no idea what you’re alluding to.”

“You both are so hopeless.” Flayn huffs.

A few days later, Flayn leaves a box outside your door labeled ‘Educational Materials’. You take them in your room then head to the infirmary for work. She has left a box there labeled ‘Medical Supplies’. You open the box and restock the shelves with the gauze and bandages. At the end of the day you return to your room deciding to open the box she has left for you. It is filled with romance novels. How strange. Educational? You think as you open one of the books to peruse through.

Flayn has finished packing her belongings. She distributed a few things around the monastery, leaving enough of her belongings in her room so that she will not have to pack anything when she comes to visit Seteth. The wagon from Gloucester territory has arrived and she watches them load her belongings onto the back. Flayn stands outside the carriage saying her goodbyes.

“Byleth, thank you for accepting me in your class. It began my journey to the independence that I celebrate today.” She gives him a hug and kiss on the cheek.

“I must thank you for everything you have done for me. You have taught me how to cook, amazing fishing techniques and patience. Thank you for everything.” She takes your hands in hers as she gazes your face with a sincere smile. She kisses you on both cheeks, like the adult women of the court say goodbye.

Flayn jumps up and gives Seteth a tight hug. She buries her face in his chest so she cannot see his face.

“I will miss you most of all, brother. I promise to write. I will be safe, you’ll see.” She pauses so that he can kiss her on the forehead, then she turns and quickly enters into the carriage before anyone can see a tear fall from her eyes. The carriage pulls away and she waves out the window with her hand.

Byleth stares as the carriage leaves. “Do you think she will cry?”

“She is bawling her eyes out right now.” You manage to chuckle, trying to hold back your own tears. A sniffle still escapes.

Seteth has moved inside the building, most likely to hide his own tears. You stand next to Byleth, not sure what to do with yourself. Byleth eventually looks over to you.

“I’ll go to the wyvern rookery to make sure he doesn’t try to follow her. You should go talk to him.” Byleth announces as they head out.

Heading up the stairs to the second floor of the faculty building, the trip seems much longer than usual. You have no idea what to say to him. You pause outside his door, praying the goddess gives you the proper words.

“Seteth. May I come in?” Announcing your presence as you knock.

“This is not a good time for conversation.” He answers, not opening the door.

“We don’t have to speak.” You answer. “Please?”

The silence from the other side of the door is deafening. You wait, not moving.

“Enter.”

You enter, seeing him seated at his desk, looking toward the wall. You silently close the door. Approaching Seteth like you would a terrified animal, extending your hand toward him slowly and gently, you touch his shoulder.

He hangs his head and weeps into his chest. You place your head on his shoulder and arms around his back, letting him mourn his loss. His muscles are all tight as he pulls into himself, his body shakes with emotion.

When he has run out of tears, he pulls himself from your embrace. He tries to hide his face, swollen from crying. You reach for a pitcher and pour water onto a cloth, chill it with magic and place it on his forehead and eyes. You tilt his head back to rest it on the back of his chair. Moving behind him you massage his temples and apply healing magic to relieve the headache from crying.

He looks as if he is resting, or at least trying to relax after having tensed his entire body for so long.

“I am always here for you.” You say softly before leaving his office.

You arrange for dinner to be brought to his door. Disappointment crosses your face when you see the food is untouched hours later.

The next morning your rise early to fish, but the fish have no interest. You glance at the windows of Seteth’s office and there is no light. Heading to the infirmary you walk past it and stand outside of his office door. You knock, there is no answer. You attempt to open the door, it is locked.

While treating a cut on a soldier’s arm, Byleth enters the infirmary.

“Have you seen Seteth? He is late for our meeting this morning.” Byleth says, looking concerned.

“No. Perhaps you should check on him?” You offer. “I believe he skipped dinner last night and the cooks said he was not there for breakfast. He did not touch his food at dinner last night as well.”

Byleth frowns and heads for Seteth’s office door. You hear his knocking from inside the infirmary. Soon the hallway is quiet. A few minutes later you hear the tapping of Byleth’s boots walking down the hallway and going up to the third floor.

Putting away the bandages and salves, you jump when Byleth bursts into the infirmary.

“Come quick!” He orders.

Dashing up the stairs you head to Seteth’s room. Byleth is with him in the bedroom, having placed Seteth on his bed. He had found him lying on the floor of the front room.

You quickly assess Seteth’s condition. He has exhausted himself. His eyes are dark and sunken, black lines hang below his eyes. He has probably not been sleeping and certainly has not been eating. You knew he had not been sleeping well, he looked tired yesterday however, today is much worse.

“I can take over from here. Let the infirmary know I am indisposed for a day or so.” You announce as Byleth helps you pull a comfy chair from the parlor next to the bed. You also set a pitcher and two glasses on the nightstand.

“I’ll send dinner up.” Byleth says as he leaves the room.

You check Seteth frequently. He is sleeping soundly. You eat, leaving the dishes outside. He still has not moved. Grabbing a throw blanket, you curl up in the chair, settling in for the night. You leave your hand on top of his, you need to wake if he stirs.

The moonlight shining through the windows gives a bluish glow to the room, the sun has not yet risen, however it will in an hour or so. Seteth begins to stir. He yawns and instinctively reaches to cover his mouth. Just as he moves, you bolt upright in the chair and look at him. He notices you there, bolting upright as he realizes you are in his room.

“What are you doing here.” Seteth huffs.

“I am watching over my patient. Apparently, someone cannot be trusted to take care of themselves properly.” You fold your arms on your chest and give him a glare that could frighten a demonic beast.

Seteth attempts to hide his shame behind his hand, using it to cover his face. “My deepest apologies. My mind has not been in a good place. I have been overwhelmed with grief since before Flayn had even left. I know she is alive and well, but that does not lessen my concern for her.”

“I should write to her and tell her exactly what you have done to yourself as soon as she left.” You scold. “She put me in charge of you, no matter how many times I assured her that you are a grown man and capable of taking care of yourself. I have misjudged you. I am certain she will not be pleased to know she was right.”

You get up and hand him a glass of water. He takes a few sips, placing it on the nightstand. You hand it back to him again pointing to the center of the glass. He drinks half of the contents and looks at you. You nod and he puts the glass down. A few moments pass as you stare at each other.

“Are you hungry? I can run to get you something. Do you have any pain?” Your face softens.

“I will be fine. I think I will lie here and rest for a little while longer.” Seteth takes your hand in his. “You should get some rest as well. You don’t need to stay here and watch an old man sleep.”

“Apparently, I do.” You softly laugh, squeezing his hand and moving over to sit on the bed next to him. “You do not look like an old man. Sometimes you act like one, however when I saw you fighting during the war you were on the front lines along with those young men and you were running circles around them. I’ve seen you wield your lance, you are a force to be reckoned with.” You smile warmly at him.

“Oh? So you have been watching me?” He raises his eyebrows a bit.

“Yes. Watching you fight and fly on your wyvern is breathtaking.” You pause, “You are breathtaking.”

“I…I don’t know what to say. Thank you?” Seteth blushes.

Giving him a smile, you whisper, “We have much to discuss. But right now, we are both exhausted. Scoot over, I am not sleeping in that chair one more minute.”

“That is not proper. We shou-“ he gasps.

You lay next to him. “Shhh. Scoot. We are consenting adults who need sleep. I am fully clothed. You are under the covers, I am over them. No different than last night, except I will be comfortable and won’t wake with a pain in my neck.” You snuggle next to him, laying your head on his shoulder and arm across his waist. “Good night.”

Seteth lies there stiffly for a while. Then he heaves a sigh and lays his cheek on the top of your head, drifting off to slee

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Holy Spaces [18+]

Seteth x Male! Reader

Content Warnings: Sacrilege, Overstim, Blood, Teeth

The silence of the cathedral was a comforting feeling. After all of the students, professors, and soldiers had retired to their quarters for the night, you found yourself on your knees. With your hands clasped together and your eyes closed, your body hunched over so your forehead was almost touching the stone of the statue. It was your nightly routine, your routine in itself almost a religious act that followed a consistent schedule. A small breath was drawn from your mouth as a feeling of comfort filled your body. Praying to Saint Cichol each night filled you with a sense of peace, you could only imagine it was his blessing and him looking down on you

Tonight was no different from the others, your body warm as you softly panted against the rocks. “Saint... Cichol... ngh~” your body lurched forward. You had a habit of praying your dirty thoughts away, Saint Cichol listened to your thoughts, such dirty thoughts that filled the silence of the cathedral. You were alone, just you and Saint Cichol, or so you thought. Having heard the now all too familiar nightly buzz, Seteth decided it was time to step out of his quarters and see who was by his statue. Ever since the semester had started, he had heard warm whispers coming from a hushed voice. Seteth could only hear faint whispers, but tonight’s whispers were no different from the others before. But yet, these whispers seemed to call out to him, making his curiosity act up. His desire to go see who was out at the statues was unlike it ever had been before, he was a Saint for Seiro’s sake, he should not be affected by prayers, it had been eons. Yet, he had no control as he slowly pushed open his office door and began to walk out. Seteth noticed a body hunched against his statue, but what that body was doing was what made his body come alive in a way it had not in many years.

Your hips bucked into your hand as a small whimper left you. “S-Saint Cichol~” his name came out in such a low groan as you stared up at his delicately carved statue. Even though it was just you in the cathedral, it felt like eyes were on you. Surely it was the Saint himself looking down on you and enjoying the show of your complete devotion to him? Your hand began to pump itself around your cock faster, your whimpers starting to get a little louder, even though you tried to hold your breath so the echoes of your noises did not wake any members of the church whose rooms were so close by. Your pants were heavy, your eyes lidded as your hand moved faster and faster, thighs bouncing on your legs as you stared up at his Sainthood. Your cock began to twitch and you knew your end with Saint Cichol was going to come to an end soon. Oh, how you wished and prayed you could stay longer with him, alone, but the night guards would come to take their shifts soon. You closed your eyes tightly, small ‘ngh~’s leaving your throat as your cock swell under the pressure of the pleasure, your hips losing control as you thrusted forward towards the statue. A soft moan, muffled by your hand covering your mouth as the warm, overwhelming feeling suddenly shot out of you.

“What are you doing?”

A voice boomed in the cathedral and you found your face dropping and the high of the pleasure you were on halting. Face going immediately red, your turned around, seeing Seteth standing only a few inches away from you. Had you been too loud and woken him up? You thought you were as quiet as you usually were?

“I-I’m sorry, Seteth, I—” you began to try and come up with an excuse on just what you were doing in front of one of the holy statues of the Church of Seiros, but your thoughts were abruptly cut off by the sight of a large bulge in front of you. Was... Seteth hard in front of you? How long had he been watching you?

“Is this what you have been doing each night? I hear your whispering in my ear and it’s always so warm, I was never sure of what you were doing.”

What did that mean? Was he so overcome with anger that he did not realize the words he was saying?

“Seteth, I’m really sorry about—“

“Don’t call me Seteth, call me by Cichol. It’s been you who has been whispering my name during the night and filling me with desires I didn’t think I could have any more.”

“What are you— mmph—!” surprise filled your eyes as Seteth slid the waistband of his pants down. Was that... his dick? It was so big... it was the size of what you could only describe as a dragon cock (not that you had ever seen one in real, but you sure wished that you could). Your mouth fell open in shock. What even was going on? What was Seteth doing?

Your mouth dropping open proved to be the perfect opportunity for Seteth to shove himself into your mouth. His hands grabbed your head and his hips jutted forward as you took his cock down your throat. Your eyes looked up at him, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as Seteth gently shushed you and moved his thumb, wiping the tears out of the corners of your eyes. This soft action was in direct contrast with the way he began to thrust into your mouth, his hands pushing your head further down his cock. A soft noise left you as you gave in and began to suck on him, your hands resting on his thighs. Fuck, it felt so good, you loved the feeling of his cock down your throat, you could only imagine what it could have felt like inside of you. Just the thought of Seteth fucking you right against the statue of Saint Cichol was enough to get you rock hard.

Seteth sighed out in pleasure as your tight mouth slid up and down his length. His fingers tangled themselves in your hair, using gentle tugs to direct your hair. All these years of not pleasuring himself were really starting to catch up with him, or maybe it was the way your head was bobbing up and down on him, so desperately trying to take all of his cock down your throat to be a good little follower. Whatever it was, he could feel a tight knot forming in his abdomen, his breathing started to get more rugged as he started to pick up the pace with his hips, using both hands to hold onto your head as he began to roughly face fuck you. It was like he had lost complete control of himself and was almost animalistic. It was not long before he was releasing himself into your mouth. Thick, warm semen feeling your mouth, Seteth felt himself chuckle and grin seeing how your cheeks inflated.

You looked up at Seteth as he came in your mouth, you noticed sharp teeth and faint glowing green eyes staring down at you as he drank all of his cum up. You placed your hand on the base of his cock and continued to suck on him, making sure to get all of his cum out before you slowly pulled your head back, heavy pants filling the once silent cathedral. “Set— Cichol... Hahh... that was... so good,” you praised, thinking this was the end.

“Get up,” Seteth’s sharp tone cut through the air and you quickly found yourself rising to your feet. His tone always caught your attention, even during monastery activities. Admittedly, you always felt a certain attraction towards Seteth, but maybe that was your lust towards Cichol that made you like him even more.

“Bend over.” It was an order and Seteth hummed in content when you so easily and quickly bent over for him against the statue of himself. He stared at your ass, his hand running over the curve of your body before he started to slide your pants down, licking his lips seeing such plump, perfect skin. It looked like you had never been touched by another in this area before, it only made him all the more eager. His hands slowly spread you open, your embarrassed whimpering fueling how he touched you. His fingers slowly traced around your tight hole, more embarrassing noises came from you as he used the tip of his nimble fingers to push into you. It was already so overwhelming and you loved every minute of it.

“You don’t need to worry about lube, I naturally produce it for my mates,” Seteth said as he held you wide open, lining his tip up with your hole before he pushed inside of you.

“A-AAH~!” you moaned out immediately. His cock was filling up every inch of you, each ribbed portion of his length rubbing up against each sensitive nerve inside of your ass. Even when you thought you could not take any more, Seteth pushed deeper and deeper inside until you felt him stop, you felt his hips against your ass. Had he... really pushed himself so deep inside of you he bottomed out? You were able to take him? You did not have time to be proud of yourself because just as quickly as he was in, Seteth began to pound into you. His hips were so fast and smooth, his thrusts were deep and they felt calculated with each move. He would almost pull himself completely out of you and then slam back in.

“C-Cichol! It’s too much- you’re too big!” you moaned out as Seteth moved his hand to cover your mouth. “Quiet, you don’t want to wake anyone else up,” he taunted before his lips traveled to your neck. A small gasp left you as sharp teeth pierced your skin. As you felt warm blood roll down your neck, your hips twitched and you felt an orgasm erupt out of you without warning. You only moaned louder watching your milky cum hit the feet of Saint Cichol’s statue. Seteth seemed to like this. “What a nice offering to me~” he breathily whispered against your kiss, kissing the trial of blood down your neck before he used what seemed like an inhuman amount of strength to fuck you ever harder.

Your eyes closed and the world felt like it was buzzing, you had already cum twice in a row, you were not sure if you could take another. Your gripped onto the statue pillar harder, your knees feeling like they were going to give out under you. “W-wait—! Ngh~” you begged between moans, but Seteth did not stop as his cock nestled itself right into the perfect place— slamming directly into your g-spot. You could not even remember what was happening, warmth began to fill your body, Seteth’s cum making you feel even fuller than before as he continued his rough thrusts. His arm wrapped around your hips, holding you up even as your legs gave out, his other hand wrapped around your cock as he began to jerk you off. You forgot where you were as your desperate moans filled the air, begging for Cichol and for more of his cock, begging him to let you cum even more. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you felt cum erupt out of your length and more warmth filled you up, everything going blurry and dark.

Immediately you shot up, not recognizing the bed you were in nor the room you were in. Your hands felt around your body, wanting to make sure you were still all together. As you felt your body, you noticed tender, bruised spots on your hips and waist, there were hand prints on your ass and there were bites and hickeys on your neck. What happened last night? As you pondered for a moment, trying to remember just what happened last night, Seteth walked into the room. Suddenly, your face went red as you remembered everything that had happened. Oh my... had you really done that? Did he really do that to you?

“I’m glad to see you’re awake, I brought you a cloth filled with ice and also some water and breakfast,” Seteth said as he sat down beside you on the bed. He placed his hand on your thigh and gave you a smile. “So, are you going to pray tonight as well?”

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glowingbadger · 3 years

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Spicy Roleplay ideas for Yuri (w/male reader)? 👀

Aah, yes, I think Yuri would be wonderful at roleplay in the bedroom~

Yuri (FE3H) x AMAB Reader - Roleplay HCs

NSFW 18+

- He's a bit tongue-in-cheek about it, always in character, but with the knowledge that what's really getting you going is him, his confident demeanor, the way he makes you believe the role he's playing in his own way. I also think it would be your suggestion to try out a bit of roleplay, but that he would take to it very well- and in fact, he'd be extremely turned on by the fact that you're making a specific kinky request of him (his charisma can sometimes be a bit intimidating to his lovers, so they've typically differed to his tastes).

- The roles he's most interested in and best takes to are ones that incorporate an element of taboo. Roleplaying a Priest of Seiros demanding repentance for your sinful urges, or a teacher punishing an unruly student both suit him very nicely (or hell, he's happy to be in the student role too if you'd prefer). With a subtle hint of a smirk curling his lips, he effortlessly pulls together dialogue to immerse you in the scene, fascinated and deeply aroused all the while by how obviously his performance turns you on.

- When playing the role of a holy man, he'll sit before you and demand that you kneel and touch yourself while reciting prayers to Sothis. He watches you with an amused but unwavering gaze as you stroke your aching cock, all while begging for forgiveness and mercy from the Goddess. "That's right, Y/N, show me how devoted you are to our dear, beloved Church," he says calmly, even as you look up at him with desperation in your eyes, the need to cum near overwhelming, "You can't expect to be forgiven for your filthy, sinful lusts unless you can present them earnestly before me, can you?"

- I've mentioned before that Yuri has definitely fucked in the Cathedral and I stand by that, and I think he can definitely be persuaded to involve some roleplay here- and just about any other lewd idea you can think of.

- Student/teacher roleplay with Yuri is especially fun because he has no qualms about reserving the classroom underground for your personal use together. If you're feeling dominant, he'll play the role of a cheeky student, teasing and seducing you with light touches down your chest until you bend him over a desk to ruin him. Though of course, he absolutely has the stamina and focus to keep goading you even when your full length is plowing into his tight hole from behind.

- As the teacher in this scenario, he'll gladly spank you with a ruler, or demand that you suck him off (if you don't want your grades to start slipping, you'd better convince him you're dedicated to your studies, after all). He'll shove his cock back into your throat until he feels you start to choke on him just a little, then he'll give a low chuckle and say, "My, I thought I'd taught you better than that, Y/N. Come on, take all of teacher's cock, you can do it."

#yuri leclerc #yuri x reader #amab reader #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #fire emblem smut #fire emblem imagines #fire emblem headcanons

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philliamwrites · 3 years

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The Dawn Will Come [Chpt.7]

Fandom: Fire Emblem Three Houses

Pairing: Dimitri x Reader, Claude x Reader, Edelgard x Reader, Yuri x Reader, Edelgard x Byleth, lots of minor pairings

Words: 7.9k

Summary: Waking up in a forest without any knowledge of your past and who you are, you join the house leaders of the Officers Academy to search for a way to return your memories. Unfortunately, the church has different plans for you, and Fate places you in the centre of a cruel game with deadly stakes. It certainly doesn’t help to fall in love with a house leader who is doomed to be your demise.

Notes: Chapter 6 | Chapter 8

Chapter 07: Here Lies The Abyss

Whoever fights with monsters should see to it that he does not become a monster in the process. And when you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.

[Friedrich Nietzsche]

No one knows this, not even Byleth even though sometimes you imagine to lean against her shoulder and share all your secrets with her, the only witness to it the silent Moon who knows no words, not even those to lament about her star-crossed love with the Sun. It was on a morning when both Sun and Moon were hidden behind thick, black clouds ready to unleash furious thunder on the ground when you awoke and knew with undeniable certainty that your parents were dead.

Shadows crawled along your ceiling, shaped into monsters no child could dream of. Lying in the hidden dusk, trying to dry your tears on your blanket, you knew no one was left from your family. No mother, no father. No siblings. From wherever you came from, you were alone. No one was left who knew who you really were.

Standing now, before the First Herald, it feels like this morning. Just like you know that no one of your family is left, just like you know that stardust is stardust no matter from where you look upon the starry sky, you know that meeting Seiros’ Champion will leave you forever changed.

Linhardt has tried to explain it to you one day. That some magic transforms the substance of an object to the point where nothing can change it back. It will become fundamentally different, unrecognisable. A different thing.

Standing in the field of asteritropes now, you can’t see it yet, but you know that by the end of this, nothing will be the same. You will not be the same.

“You’re really … the first Herald.” You take a deep breath. Air catches in your lungs like a fish that doesn’t know what to do with oxygen outside of water. “But how? You’re … you’re barely twelve!”

Seiros’ Champion straightens his shoulders but smiles patiently. “I am of thirteen years, thank you very much.”

“You’re a kid!” You hoped you could hold your sanity together but speaking it out loud just made it even more absurd. It makes everything more absurd. To see him, to talk to him in this weird mind space. Maybe you’ve hit your head against something during the fall and are still unconscious and this is all just a dream.

He cocks his head to the side, considering you through half-closed eyes. “Funny,” he says, his voice lacking amusement. “I consider you to be a child as well. But it matters not. Do not believe this small form to be my true nature. It is simple a shell I must wear for now.”

“For now? Does that mean you can regain your true form?” An idea takes form in your head, its shape sharpening as hope buds in your chest. “Could you regain it if you had your power back? Can you free me of the Crest and take it back?” Excitement is palpable in your voice. The prospect giving away the responsibility, the burden of command … Seiros’ Champion must have read it in your eyes, for his features weep of sorrow.

“I am sorry,” he says, averting his gaze to flee from the agony stripped raw in your eyes. “But I cannot.”

Your hope diminishes like a candle burning to the end of its wick. “Why? Aren’t you the first? Can’t you use magic to return your power? I don’t need it, I really don’t.”

Seiros’ Champion sighs. “It is not that simple. It was never mine to begin with, as I am sure you have learnt from studying the history of the Crest.”

You nod. “They say the Goddess herself blessed you with this Crest when war destroyed the lands.”

“’They say,’” he repeats after you, a wan smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “What they say is what they want to believe in. What do you believe in?”

His question surprises you. It is the first time someone asked it. What do you believe in?

“There is so much more potential than you can imagine,” Seiros’ Champion continues. “If you let me, I shall help you awaken it to its full might.”

It sounds like a deal you shouldn’t agree to, like a bargain with the devil tugged in sheep’s clothing.

“There really is no way for you to reclaim them?”

His face softened. “It is impossible. I am sorry.”

“You don’t look sorry,” you say before debating if it was wise to anger a thousand year old being dwelling inside your heart, but something about the way his lips curled when he said those words, the way he lowered his eyes in a bashful way—like a child using a white lie to get his way out of trouble.

Seiros’ Champion is surprised, but then he laughs again which seems to surprise him even more. “You are right,” he says. “But it is not because I am free of that burden. One will never be freed of the burden of command.”

“So you’re here because the Crest connects us. I wish to know more about you. They say you disappeared after the war and there was no other Herald until I—”

“Promise me something, Herald,” he interrupts, looking far off into the distance. The title out of his mouth, out of the one who gave the word its meaning, sounds foreign, somewhere it doesn’t belong to be. Or maybe it is simply a trick played by how tired he sounds. “Promise me you do not always trust what they say.”

A moment of silence as you fail to respond. His unspoken request only slowly begins to make sense. “You … don’t want me to trust … the Church?”

Seiros’ Champion gives you a fleeting sideways look before he clasps his hands behind his back. A boy so young carrying the posture of a seasoned general, what an absurd picture.

“I want you to know that I … that we … What we are, the symbol of hope, is nothing for the Church to command without care. We are servants, yes. But we serve the people of Fódlan.” His eyes find yours, piercing and hard like a sharpened knife’s edge, grey steel cut from the finest iron—a fierce plea that tightens your chest and brings heat to your eyes even though you don’t understand why. “Never forget that.”

You nod, throat tight and painful from unshed tears.

His answer is a soft smile and softer eyes. “There will be many hardships. But know that I am always with you, watching over you from here.”

Another nod from you, followed by clearing your throat. “What is this place anyway. Are we inside my head?”

The tension disappears from his shoulders. He crouches before you and gently brushes his fingers over the flowers. They seem to follow him, trying to connect their little heads to his touch as if he were the sun. “It is a safe place within your heart,” he replies. “A place of respite, if you wish.”

“I don’t understand,” you whisper but it comes out more as a breathless chuckle. “I don’t even like asteritropes.”

He grins sheepishly, grey flashing in amusement behind a curtain of ink-black eyelashes. “Lucky me then. I love them.”

A black flicker in the corner of your eyes captures your attention. Like lightning briefly flashing inside a black cloud, it moves up from the edges and higher up, growing with every twitch.

“It is time for you to wake up,” Seiros’ Champion notices. He looks up at you, and you watch his face go from amused to something else. Something soft and serious and tremulously vulnerable. His mouth twists, as if he’s trying to hold in tears; you know the feeling but seeing it on his face makes it somehow worse. You hate seeing it on his face. A child shouldn’t know of this anguish and sorrow. “If you wish to visit, do so whenever you like.”

“Wait, I still have questions.” An urge erupts like a volcano spitting fire—you want to grasp his hands, hold onto him. Even for a short while, you don’t want to say goodbye. Not to him. “Who am I? Why have you chosen me?”

Seiros’ Champion reaches out and rests a small hand on your forehead and the touch is that of someone—something—much more ancient than you could possibly have imagined. The sensation moves like waves from your head down to your toes, rippling and buzzing through your blood.

“May the Goddess bless and keep you, my dear Herald,” Seiros’ Champion says, leaving purple finger prints on your skin when he takes a step back and everything plummets into darkness.

You can’t feel anything, not even the ground beneath your feet. Not even your feet, for that matter. There is only nothingness and a faraway voice and nothing else. Except the lingering smell of sweet asteritropes.

Then it changes.

It is like waking and not remembering falling asleep but it is not gradual, your consciousness returns suddenly and shockingly, your existence suspended in surprise. And finally, the first feeling: Cold. You’re extremely cold.

Your clothes are frigid, stiff from a cold that seeps deep into your bones and makes you shiver. The small room is dimly lit, the bed beneath you hard and uncomfortable. You’re inside what you realise now is a storage room. Crates and barrels are stacked up to the ceiling. It smells of damp wood and mouldy hay, a place where no sunshine strays inside and where shadows rule.

Tiny pinpricks of needles ravage inside your head as you slowly get up—only to notice heavy iron chains binding your wrists to a poorly crafted cot on the ground. Fear churns your stomach. A single, lonely candle flickers beside you, barely illuminating the dark corners.

Fabric rustles. You aren’t alone. Four people emerge from the shadows, clad in white and grey uniforms you haven’t seen before. They look at you like a pack of starving wolves eyeing their next meal. You’re keeping a clamp on your feelings, the way one might put pressure on a bleeding wound. You couldn’t panic now.

“If you’re here to assassinate Lady Rhea or steal whatever is inside the Holy Mausoleum, you’re too late,” you say, voice hoarse from being unused and shaking from the cold. Several eyes exchange looks.

“Nooo idea what you’re talking about,” the tallest of them drawls. You suck in a breath. Even though your teeth start to clatter, he doesn’t appear to be bothered at all by the cold. He isn’t even wearing a shirt, only a simple white coat. The mere sight of that casts a shiver over your body.

“Where am I?” you demand, flinching when one girl kneels before you, her pale-blue eyes roaming up and down over your body until they reach your face, an O shaped mouth her first reaction.

“Oh my—Oh my!” She turns around, excited like a little child that found sweets. “Yuri, it’s the Herald!”

The boy’s head, Yuri’s head, whips around at that. His sight punches all air out of your lungs because never have you seen someone this beautiful. He stares at you for a moment, sharp eyes framed by a garland of curly black lashes, then smiles slowly, like the moon slipping slowly beneath the waves of a lake. Your awe seconds ago turns into suspicion.

“Well, well, would you look at that. The infamous Herald. Here, down with us. That’s quite the height to fall from.” He crosses the room in few strides and sinks down as well, his eyes never leaving yours. Looking at him this closely, his beauty really is out of this world.

“Again, where am I?” you repeat through gritted teeth. Your body is so tense from fear of the unknown you might as well shatter any moment.

“Oh, of course they never told you about this place.” Yuri’s smile grows crooked, as if someone has cut it into his face with a jagged knife. “Wouldn’t want the precious Herald to know about some rats living beneath the monastery, huh.” He rises to his feet, his grin mocking you. “But it was a little rat that saved you when you fell,” he adds, waving a hand in the direction of the girl with blond hair still kneeling in front of you. “And that means you’re in her debt. Which means you’re in my debt.”

Memories rush back. A blazing fire, and then a dark hole beneath your feet that swallowed you. A long, long fall. The black surface of a lake drawing closer and closer until you plunged into it, its calm surface shattering like glass. You’ve fallen through a cavern and ended up … beneath the monastery?

“Then who are you?” you ask, rubbing your hands together to create friction, any kind of warmth to cure your skin from the numbness slowly spreading.

“Yuri-bird, listen to me. This is trouble. Let’s throw them back in the lake and pretend we never met,” another girl says. She’s hovering near the entrance of the storage room, not quite filling the door’s frame like her giant, shirtless friend would but still radiating a clear message that she would not allow you to pass if you’d have the chance to escape. Her red hair shines in the dim candle’s light, shadows dance along her dark skin. Something in her far-off eyes reminds you of Byleth. Goddess, you wished Byleth were here.

“Yuri-bird, let’s not throw me back in the lake,” you plead, eyes wide with fear. If only you could manage to break free from your chains and try to conjure a spell. Would that even work against all four of them? “Also I love new acquaintances,” you lie because it is time to play every trump card hidden inside your fancy embroidered sleeves. “Let’s be friends. Friends don’t throw each other into lakes.”

“Aahhh, I don’t know,” the big guy chirps in. He’s the one worrying you the most, one that might not easily be taken out by a simple MiasmaΔ. “Used to be a pretty common thing where I’m from.”

Before you can take your words back, the girl at the entrance shushes him with an angry glare. She continues, “Having them here puts us all in danger. If the Knights find out—”

“They will be glad and ever so thankful we didn’t leave their dear Herald to drown,” Yuri finishes, his smile gone but mischief still glinting in his eyes. “But your worry is noted, Hapi.”

Hapi rolls her eyes to the ceiling.

Someone knocks at the door behind her. She takes a step aside, allowing a tall and bulky rogue to enter the room. You look at him with wide eyes. You know him. Usually he patrols the monastery grounds around noon every Sundas, greeting you whenever your paths cross. Now he has nothing but scorn and disdain in his eyes as he looks down at you but his target is Yuri and he leans over and whispers something to him you can’t hear.

“Really now?” Yuri’s gaze slowly drifts to you. “They move faster than expected. Then again, it is their dear, precious Herald they’re looking for. Guess the show begins now.”

Several people move at once. You try to break free from your chains like a hare trying to fight out of its snare as Yuri approaches.

“Why don’t you help me?” you plead with the rogue who simply crosses his arms, barely even shrugs as a reply. He disappears behind Yuri’s frame as he looms over you.

“You do well to keep in mind that the monastery rules don’t apply down here, Herald.”

“No clue what you’re talking about,” you hiss through gritted teeth.

“Really?” Yuri kneels before you like a knight courting a noble liege. Before you can move, his hand seizes your jaw and holds your head in place. His gaze pins you, a thumb digs into your cheek, pulling at the thin skin below your right eye. “You know, I wonder how this power of yours works. Guys, shall we take it out and see for ourselves?”

Your heart hammers; it feels as though you are in free fall, as though the ground is slowly disappearing beneath you. Yuri’s companions don’t even flinch though you could swear a curtain of disgust falls over the blond girl’s face as she shakes her head at his proposal.

“Here.” From a pocket of his uniform Yuri fetches a little bottle filled to its brim with a grey liquid. “Drink this. It should help with any leftover injuries Constance’s magic couldn’t heal.”

“You don’t really expect I’ll drink something offered by you.”

“After you drank it, you’ll be thankful it saved you from freezing to death.” He tries to force your mouth open by wedging his thumb between your lips. You grant him access and bite down hard enough he swears dirtier than a sailor. Somewhere behind him, the big guy laughs.

“Fine,” Yuri snaps, annoyed. “If you want to make this hard on yourself, be my guest. This is on you.” He downs the content, fists a hand in your hair and bends your neck back.

“What are you—”

He shuts you up by slanting his mouth over yours. It’s so sudden, so not-at-all-what-you-expected, a yip sounds from you, the perfect opportunity for Yuri to part your lips with his tongue. Cold liquid spills into your mouth. A thumb digs into your throat, working the skin until you swallow. A bitter, numbing taste spreads in your mouth, and you thrash in his grip until he finally releases you, only to spit out any remaining potion while you cough and wheeze.

“Sweet dreams, love.” Yuri’s voice is barely a purr as everything fades to black. In the background, multiple voices fight to be heard, all becoming distant.

Constance with her golden hair shrieks, “Not again, Yuri!”

Hapi with her crimson hair groans, “This is why we can’t have nice things.”

Whatever the big guy responds is lost on you, just like your consciousness.

The space hasn’t changed. The walls appear if anything a little more white, a little more blinding like freshly cleaned blankets hung under the sun to dry.

Seiros’ Champion sits cross-legged on the ground, blinking up at you with big, surprised eyes as he rocks back and forth. He’s returned to braiding crowns out of flowers and grass and you wonder who they’re for.

“Well, I certainly did not expect we would see each other so soon,” he says, but smiles nonetheless with a fondness that keeps you wondering.

You sit down beside him, crossing arms in front of your chest like a pouting child. You can’t believe what just happened.

“Are you alright?” Seiros’ Champion stops moving. “You look awfully red.”

“This connection … you can’t see what I’m experiencing, can you?” you ask carefully for nothing would make you more ashamed than having someone inside your heart bearing witness to what just happened.

“Oh, I certainly can,” he states with a casual shrug.

You bury your face in your hands. “Then you saw what happened. Once I wake up, I am going to kill that rat.”

The boy looks strangely collected for someone who experienced such an assault from someone else’s perspective. He cocks his head to the sight, eyeing you with interest. “Could it be … was it your first?”

“I am not going to talk to you about that.”

Seiros’ Champion chuckles and leaves it at that for which you’re thankful. Your first kiss, taken just like that. Not that you were a particularly romantic person. It’s more that up until now such a topic was a luxury you didn’t have time to think about. Romance, a lover even, words which meanings you understand but never really thought in connection to yourself.

Quiet humming disperses your thoughts. You think you recognise the melody, familiar yet foreign like a picture flashing before your eyes you think you know, only to look more closely and find that you’ve never been to that place. Soft flowers graze your skin as you lay down, your muscles immediately relaxing.

“Tell me more about you,” you say, looking up at the infinite white stretching out above your heads.

Seiros’ Champion clears his throat. “What do they say? I want to hear about their theories and claims first.”

You throw him a quick glance. His fingers pause, yet his eyes are fixed on his crown and you wonder how many he’s braided since his soul got attached to yours. “That you’re a prince from a far away country, led by the Goddess’ hand to arrive in Fódlan when they needed you most.”

He chuckles dryly. “Do I look like a prince to you?”

You fix your eyes back on him, longer this time. No, there isn’t anything particularly royal about him—not the same way Dimitri is surrounded by his princely fair or Edelgard’s noble posture. Yet there is dignity in the way he carries his shoulders; doesn’t tug his chin in to try hiding from an adult. He looks like a soldier, you realise grimly.

“I … was born near Enbarr,” Seiros’ Champion begins. You turn onto your stomach, watching him with wide eyes. Somehow, you didn’t expect him to actually tell you anything about his person. “Or at least what you people today call Enbarr. Long before it was a big city, before it was the heart of an empire. I remember Saint Seiros walking Enbarr’s streets, radiant and beautiful … much like—” He stops abruptly and presses his lips into a thin, white line. He closes his eyes. “I also remember the slaughter and terror that ruled because of King Nemesis. I still see villages burn and children cry for their parents when I close my eyes. I too was simply a child once. I lost my family to the plundering. My home. Maybe even my life were it not for our progenitor God.”

“So that part is true?” You raise to your elbows, glued to his every word. “Your— Our Crest was a present by the Goddess?”

Seiros’ Champion considers you for a very long moment. You don’t think you’ve said anything wrong, and yet his eyes appeared distant. Withdrawn.

“I will say yes, but know that it was much more complicated. I cannot tell how exactly, I just … I just know.” He looks down at his hands as if they’ve disappointed him somehow. “I think I saw Her in a dream. And when She spoke to me, I felt … infinite in that moment. I woke up to this—” He waved a hand in the general direction of your right eye, dismissively almost, “—and knew I had to join Seiros. I was the first to receive what they would later name Crests. And it gave me power over the battle field to aid Seiros. That is how all my life war has been part of me. In a way, it still is.”

So the stories about him are mostly true. Somehow … you’ve expected more you realise now as pits of disappointment open up in your belly.

“Then how come everyone forgot about you?” you ask, though it comes out as a whisper.

Seiros’ Champion looks at you, weary. “Because it is in our nature. I am still simply a man. No saint nor a god. The world didn’t need me after the war, and so I disappeared. And now you have to carry that burden, and they are happy to have you, but only until you make your first mistake and they start to curse you.” His voice nearly dies at the end. He sounds sad, and yet his eyes don’t speak of disdain towards the people he vowed to serve all those hundreds of years back. He still loves them you realise with a sharp pain whipping through your chest. He still loves Fódlan’s people even after all these decades.

I’m scared, you want to tell him. Scared of said people, scared to do wrong, scared to disappoint and scared to let people you cherish die. How do you live with this constant fear, you want to know.

Instead your sight becomes blurry. You only notice his shoulders drop, his expression turn hollow. He remains silent this time when you awake, lost in his memory of the past.

“Finally.” Hapi leans over you, withdrawing her hand as dull pain still throbs in your cheek. “I thought Yuri knocked you out for good this time.”

“That son of a—” You shut up when you notice your hand easily moves up to your cheek, no iron chains cuff you to the cot anymore.

“Get up,” Hapi instructs, taking a step back before you legs can hit her as you swing them around. “I’m here to bring you to your friends.”

You’re a little too fast on your feet too soon. The world dips upside down for a moment until you find your bearings. “Please,” you say between gritted teeth. “Bring me to them.”

Hapi leaves without a second glance back. She leads you through narrow, low-ceilinged corridors dimly lit by tiny candles set into wet walls. Drops of water falling into puddles echo through the halls until at some point it isn’t just water. Soon you can hear muttered words and hushed whispers bounce off the corridors, shadows moving in dark corners and distrustful eyes peeking at you from under dark hoods.

“There are … people living down here?” you ask incredulously as you pass rooms with hay as beds and crates shoved together as makeshift tables.

Hapi’s voice is hard. “Sure. If you can call that living.” She leads you to through a labyrinth of passages and halls, turns into corners you didn’t even think of passageways and nods here and there to some people who greet her. When they see you, they either hurriedly scurry away or snort disapprovingly.

Your destination is a sparsely arranged wider room that only gives away its function by its lonesome blackboard standing at the far end of one wall. A handful people linger inside the classroom, stopping their conversations when Hapi takes a step aside so all eyes could fall on you.

You see Dimitri first. He looks up from his seat on top of a desk and pauses, a rag hanging from his hands. His eyes meet yours, and heat rushes to your cheeks when you realise that he’s taken his shirt off to clean blood from his body. A small bucket of water sits in front of him, swirling crimson.

“You know, the rest of us is here as well,” Yuri calls and draws your gaze to him, but he is in no hurry to turn his appreciative gaze away from Dimitri’s naked upper body. Dimitri keeps his chin tucked into his chest to hide the heat still on his cheeks.

A black uniform plants itself firmly in front of you and you look up to Byleth’s piercing gaze, one you know she only wears when she’s in a serious fight. She begins to pat you down for injuries and it makes you smile faintly.

“I’m fine,” you assure her.

Byleth doesn’t stop. “I’ll be the judge of that.”

You allow her until she’s finally convinced you’re unhurt.

“See, I’m fine. Really.”

“Good.” Byleth reaches out and brushes your hair away from your face, an absent sort of gesture that sends a shot of something through you, a feeling like you’ve touched a live electrical fence. You stare, fighting the want to lean into her touch and losing against it, and Byleth says, “Otherwise I would have torn this place down.”

“See? Like I said,” Yuri says. “We don’t do hostages.”

Byleth steps aside, the softness in her eyes from a moment ago vanishing.

“He’s right,” you say and give Byleth a last reassuring squeeze to her hand before you approach Yuri. “They even gave me a potion that would speed up the healing process.”

Yuri grins. “Told you it would help.”

“Yeah. Yeah, you did,” you agree and punch him in the face. The room goes eerily silent. “Next time you try to pull a stunt like that, I will put my shoe through your face, understood?”

To your surprise, Yuri laughs as he carefully puts his fingers to his jaw. “I guess I deserved that.”

“You guess?” Constance speaks up from across the room, arms crossed in front of her chest. “That was very unbecoming of you, Yuri.”

“In my opinion, the Herald should have punched you harder,” Hapi agrees.

“No one asked for your opinion,” Yuri responds, his expression turning slightly sour though that did not diminish his beauty in the slightest.

“Can anyone tell us what’s going on or are we supposed to guess for ourselves?” You turn your head and see Hilda, and all the rest of the Officer’s Academy students who went out of their way to look for you: Claude, though that isn’t a surprise now that you see that even Edelgard is present. Ashe gives you a reassuring smile and Linhardt simply yawns though you don’t understand how they convinced him to join. Seeing them down here fills your heart with love for each one of them, the warmth dispersing any leftover chills clinging to your body.

“Well, Herald?” Yuri challenges with a raised eyebrow.

“Nothing,” you immediately snap, not missing how it amuses him. “Nothing happened at all.” You turn away from him. “How’s the situation upstairs? Could you secure what the Western Church tried to steal from the Tomb?”

All eyes turn to Byleth. That is when you also notice the sword hanging on her belt, only to call it a simple ‘sword’ seems like an understatement as it reminded you of a spine, bone parts sharpened and put together into a horrendous weapon.

“Is that—”

“Yes, a Hero’s Relic,” Byleth confirms. “They call it the Sword of the Creator.” Her eyes are laden with meaning you can’t decipher and surely you would try a little harder to understand what she’s not saying were it not for the sudden burst of pain inside your chest like a dandelion losing all its seeds after a vicious gust of wind.

It’s his pain, you realise all of a sudden, a hand clutching your chest. Why is he hurting so much.

“Herald?” Edelgard’s voice makes you jump, her appearance by your side spooking you like a ghost’s imagine flashing briefly inside a mirror.

You hide your clenched fist inside your robes, smoothing your expression back into simple interest. “If that is what was inside the Tomb, how come the Western Church knew about it?”

“We don’t think they did,” Edelgard says. A scratch coloured her left cheek an angry red and there is still some dried blood on her temple. Scanning the others, you find little injuries on them as well as on Yuri and his companions. Dimitri has finished patching up himself as well and is busy buttoning up his shirt, oblivious to a handful saddened eyes turning away now that they don’t have any muscles to appreciate anymore. No one even spares a glance towards the tall guy whose name you still don’t know. Edelgard continues, “They were as surprised to find the sword inside. We don’t even know for certain why Professor Byleth is capable of using its powers.”

“The Rite of Rebirth was put on hold after you dropped through the ground,” Claude chimes in. He’s holding his side and three of his fingers are bandaged, hopefully not broken. “But man, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Lady Rhea this furious.”

“She was downright scary,” Hilda agrees. “You know, inciting a Kingdom noble to rebel, unlawful entry, the attempted assassination, an attack on the Holy Mausoleum and you disappearing to who knows where. I thought she would smite anyone looking at her in a weird way.”

“What happened to the followers of the Western Church?” you ask, though unnecessarily for Lady Rhea knows but one consequence for those who would dishonour a holy ceremony and attack the Church so blatantly. Just thinking about it churns your stomach.

“They did claim they’d been deceived though,” Ashe offers. He keeps throwing glances at Yuri, which he keeps ignoring. Ashe looks like he wants to say something but isn’t sure how. “It makes me wonder if there maybe was more to it…”

“That is all nice and well, a happy ending, all is done and dusted. But,” Yuri intervenes, leaning his slender hips against a broken desk, “that doesn’t solve our little problem which is you guys down here.”

“Uhm, where exactly is ‘down here?’” you wonder, glancing at your run down surroundings. “We are beneath the monastery, right?”

“Oh, I know, I know this answer!” Hilda’s hand flies up.

Claude takes her hand and lowers it back down to her side. “We’re not in class, Hilda.”

“And it’s not your place to answer it, little Hilda,” the big guy says, ruffling her hair in a surprising familiar gesture.

Hilda stares him down. “I’m not exactly little anymore, Baltie.”

“You always will be in my eyes.”

“This is Abyss,” Yuri says, all amusement gone from his voice. There’s a hard gleam to his sharp eyes. “Where those abandoned and shunned by the Church live.” The change in atmosphere is subtle, just a simple, minimal change to where the ship is steering though in the end, the outcome will be different as night and day. Tension fills the silence no one dares to break as both fractions eye each other warily. Save for Hilde and Balthi, though knowing Hilda, that might just be a nickname she gave him. She’s trying to braid the fringes falling into his eyes, ignoring Claude’s disapproving look. He groans and massages the bridge of his nose.

Edelgard is the first to find her voice. “You have nothing to gain from this life in seclusion,” she says. “Why not leave Garreg Mach for good?”

“Because believe it or not, Princess, some of these people have their families down here.” Yuri’s face is grim. “They have nowhere else to go.”

“And the other good half is hunted by the Church. This is the only place where they can find peace,” Hapi says, and adds a little quieter, “Not that any of you can understand.”

“But … but that’s not—” Your protest is like sparkling water burbling up in a geyser. “That’s no way to live. How can they just leave you down here like that.”

Yuri’s barks a humourless laugh. “What are you talking about?” he drawls. “There are many within the church who would love to see this ‘filthy’ underground city purged.” His gaze is daring, a challenge for any of you monastery dwellers to protest, to protect the church. No one dares to speak.

“It has been like this for years now,” Constance intermediates, her eyes jumping from Yuri to you and Byleth. “And there is no doubt the church would rather it stays that way. Live and let live, as they say.”

“Trust us, we are not here to cause you any trouble.” Dimitri pushes himself off the desk, wincing slightly while moving. ”You’ve actually been a huge help to us. Without you, we wouldn’t have been able to find the Herald in this underground maze.”

Yuri thinks for a moment, working his lower lip with his teeth when he comes to a conclusion. He says, “If you really want to thank us, I can think of an idea.”

“Yuri-bird—”

He ignores Hapi’s warning glare. “There’s been attackers frequenting Abyss as of late. Some of them are just petty thieves, others … Let’s just say someone pays good money to mercenaries to try and get rid of us.”

“We actually thought you were part of them when our scouts brought word of you lot descending,” Baltie adds, twirling his new braid around his finger. “Turned out it was just a misunderstanding, so sorry about beating you up.”

“And now you want us to help you dealing with your enemies.” Claude doesn’t phrase it as a question.

Yuri smiles. “You’re sharp. I like that in a man.”

Dimitri’s voice is quiet. “There are people after you simply for the reason that you exist down here … Herald, Professor. If possible, I’d like to help protect the innocent people of Abyss.”

All eyes turn to you and Byleth. She holds your gaze and arches a fine eyebrow, then slightly nods towards Yuri and his companions. A month ago, you wouldn’t have understood what she meant but now it seems as clear as an instruction left with chalk on a blackboard.

“You guys helped me so it’s my turn to help you,” you say, and to the students you add, “And if you guys would lend me a hand, I’d give you extra credits in class.”

“We would do it anyway! We can’t just leave people in need,” Ashe exclaims proudly.

“Speak for yourself, Ashie, I take the extra credit,” Hilda beams excitedly.

Linhardt gives them both the look of a man barely holding himself together from exhaustion.

Edelgard quickly smooths her smile upon her fellow classmate’s typical attitude back to cool professionalism. “If we can capture the enemy, we can perhaps learn the reason behind their relentless attacks,” she says.

“And maybe find out who pays them,” Claude throws in, keeping an eye on Hilda to stop her should she try to bolt. She sticks her tongue out at him.

“Very well.” Byleth’s hand finds the hilt of her new sword. “We’ll fight at your side.”

Hapi blows strands of crimson hair out of her eyes. “Excited, are you? Fine.” A wry smile fights its way to her mouth. “We could use more bodies to throw at our enemies. Thanks for volunteering.”

You ignore her remark. “And I assume you already have a plan how to approach them?” you ask Yuri.

He flashed you a toothy grin, part mirth, part malice. “You can bet your pretty little head I have.”

It’s difficult to discern time underground.

With no windows for sunlight to peek inside the dark stone rooms, only watching the Abyss’ residents and their routines hints at occasions like breakfast or supper. When everyone goes to bed things become quieter, almost as if a mist rises and spirits all souls away. Only guards remain, lounging around the entrances to Burrow Street or playing cards at the Wilting Rose Inn. There is a strange tranquillity to it, like a battlefield swept clean without any traces left of how every day life is a battle for these people. They tolerate the presence of you and the rest from the Officer’s Academy but it is only how one involuntarily tolerates the splinter under one’s skin because there is no way to remove it. Even Balthus’ ambitions to include you guys into drinking games, though Byleth and you make sure to keep an eagle’s eye on the students, didn’t break the ice that all Abyssians know to trade on with closed eyes whereas the rest of you stumble around like newborn fawns.

That is how you tumble into the fiasco with Yuri you wish your Crest’s foresight could have prevented—just a feeling, a single glimpse would have been enough for you to change the direction of your steps, and at the same time it would have also prevented the most important thing for you to happen: without it you would have continued down the easy path.

The singing is a surprise. Abyss isn’t the most joyful place, the gloom is as much an interior design choice as the symbol-less tapestries hanging on the walls. But what draws you in the first place is that you recognise the melody, the very same Seiros’ Champion was humming when you last saw him. It leads you to a secluded chamber. Burned down candles attached to both sides of the wall barely illuminate the room but it is enough to see the little group of children huddling around Yuri.

“Shadows fall, and Hope has fled.Steel your heart, the Dawn will come.” His voice is a soothing tenor, capturing all listeners as if he were casting a spell. In his own way he really is working magic—the hard lines from the children’s faces disappear for the time they listen to him and they look their age, awe and wonder fills their eyes and softens their tensed shoulders. “The night is long, and the path is dark. Look to the sky for one day soon, the Dawn will come.”

You lean against the door’s frame. Changed out from the ceremonial robes and into a more loose uniform Constance found, you don’t stand out as much as before and yet your mere presence disturbs their gathering. Heads turn in your direction, wide eyes stare you down from across the room. When Yuri notices his audience’s attention shifted, he stops singing and follows their gazes to where you stand. When your eyes meet, his handsome face crumples into an ugly look of contempt.

He turns to the children. “All right, that’s enough for today. Time for you all to go to bed.”

They complain and whine and tug at his clothes to persuade him to play with them a little longer but Yuri remains immovable and ushers them to the exit. A boy with bright eyes and dark skin passes you. He stares you down with so much hate it’s like a force in itself that makes you take a step back and out of his way. He spits in front of your feet and mumbles in a foreign language until a girl, his mirror image, catches up to him and pulls him away. He struggles at first, and only relents when Yuri joins and ruffles his hair.

“Be nice,” he says with a crooked grin.

The boy harrumphs and raises his chin. “Nòg a lo’ro.”

Yuri laughs. “Sa come tú sen’di.”

You watch as the kids scurry off into the dark corridors, leaving only you and Yuri.

“What language was that?” you ask, feeling like you’ve come across it somewhere but can’t remember exactly where.

Yuri just shrugs. “Guess you’ve never been to Almyra before.”

“You speak Almyran?” He certainly doesn’t look the part with skin as fair as moonlight reflecting off a dark lake’s surface.

“I am a man of many talents,” he drawls.

“I’m aware. Your singing voice is beautiful.”

It’s like turning a switch. The flamboyance and amusement in his features disappears. He narrows his eyes. “Forget you saw that.”

“Why? There’s nothing to be ashamed of—”

He moves in an instant, grabs your collar in his fist and pushes you hard against the door’s frame, its edges pressing uncomfortably into your back. “I am not ashamed,” Yuri says quietly, his tone a bowstring drawing back a poison-tipped arrow. “But you are the last person I wanted to see this. To hear me singing about hope.”

He lets go of you just as fast and takes a step back. His face is calm, the only sign of his agitation a pulse hammering in his throat.

“There’s nothing wrong about that,” you say as you adjust your collar. He hasn’t hurt you, rather startled. Like a snake, Yuri is capable to appear calm and docile first only to lash out when you least expect it.

“I heard that you have amnesia,” Yuri says, eyeing you with scrutinising eyes. “To think it’s so bad you don’t even remember this stupid song. Someone really big out there has taking a liking to you to make everything so convenient for you.”

Your body freezes. “Convenient?” Anger whips through your chest like a hot leash. “You think being the Herald is convenient?”

“They write this song about you, they worship you as the goddess’ pet and so far I haven’t seen you do anything for the people who are in real need. Who need food, clothes, hell something as simple as a dry roof over their heads.” Yuri’s anger is a silent killer like poison dripping into a cup. “And still I sing to those children this song because they don’t even know it’s about you. They would begin to hate it if they knew it was about you and I can’t tell them because that’s the only song that puts them to sleep at night when they’re afraid that they might not wake up to see the next day because people from the church might come down here any second and wipe us all out.” He takes a deep breath and just like that, the anger is gone, and it’s like some flame has gone out with it.

But your own cheeks still burn with rage. “I didn’t choose this life. I don’t want to be the Herald!”

“No one chooses their life.” His answer is even quieter, his eyes even colder. “But we still try and take responsibility. You have to take responsibility, because I know no one down here will admit to it, but there are some among them who believe in you. Who believe in hope. And only you can give it to them.”

Yuri waits for a response but you can’t find your voice to answer. You open your mouth, close it and press your lips into a thin, white line. Yuri nods as if he agrees with you: Yes, very right. It is better you shut up and remain in shameful silence. Something like pity flashes in his eyes but it could have simply been a shadow dancing over his features from the flickering lights.

“You can deny it all you want,” he finishes. “But at some point you have to accept the role you are meant to play.”

You whip your head away, the ache of tears burning deep into your heart. “Whoever decides what role we play has a very sick sense of humour,” you say, voice hoarse.

“They must love a good bloodshed.” Yuri clears his throat. “And tomorrow we’ll give them exactly that by defending Abyss from our enemies.”

“That boy—” You’re still not looking at Yuri. You don’t know what face to make, don’t even know what to feel exactly as it all becomes too much, too fierce. In moments like these you wish Seiros’ Knights and the students never had found you in the woods. “And his sister. What are their names.”

Yuri considers you a moment. “Alfons and Briana. Been with us since thugs burned down their village and the monastery couldn’t justify to take in more orphans from Almyra.”

Alfons and Briana. They remind you of someone but you can’t say who. Maybe it doesn’t matter. Maybe you’ve focused too long on stuff that doesn’t really matter and deliberately averted your eyes from what really needs to be done. For now you know that nothing can go wrong tomorrow simply for the fact that as unfair and vile Yuri has been to you, there are souls down here whose hearts would break if something happens to him.

And you will make sure that will not be the case.

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