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usaigi · 5 months

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Ashen Wolves + Jeritza Modern AU HCs

Ashen Wolves in my fic (read it, it's funny) I couldn't fit everything in putting it all here

Yuri

Works at the bar Abyss (which has a secret BDSM dungeon in the basement)

Lives in a punk house with the others and unfortunately (but unsurprisingly) the only one responsible enough to pay rent

Everything else is a gamble. Will they have electricity this month? Water? Eh ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“Hey wanna go out? I know a place” (takes them to the health food dumpster that tosses out perfectly good packaged food)

“Am I scared of twink death? Please.”

SWer out of necessity, sends most of the money he makes back to his disabled mom

(TW human trafficking mention) Yuri's father met his mother, a young poor vietnamese women. He promise he'd take care of her give her a better life in UK. Yeah right. Due to everything, she's extremely traumatized and unable to work.

Because of his and his mother's trauma, extremely protective of the most vulnerable in his community(women, children, immigrants, pwMI)

Balthus

New Jersey represent 🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅

Italian-American. Always correcting everyone on how to actually pronounce Italian words

Got into a tinyyyy minor disagreement with the mob and, in short, he owes them like gazillion dollars

Half-ass faked his death (so much party city fake blood) and is hiding out in Europe

He wears a fake mustache and puts on a fake Italian accent whenever he's in public

Sells drugs to the Garreg Mach kids.

“Balthus get a job.” “I have a business” “Isn’t that why you had to leave the States?”

The only one not to have a room. He sleeps on the couch (he had an air mattress. Had.)

Constance

In the late 1800s/early 1900s, her ancestor founded Nuvelle Inc., a pharmaceutical and biotechnology corporation

Her great-grandfather publically sided with the Republicans in the Spanish Civil War since he was in support of Basque Independence. Later assassinated by the fascist government in retaliation

Later, Constance's grandfather got backstabbed by his board and fired from the company

Her family was in denial about the whole thing and desperate to keep up with the appearance of wealth and continue to spend a lot of money. By the time Constance was born, they was in loads of debt

(tw suicide mention) Lost her mother in an accident. Then her father committed suicide, leaving Constance an orphan by 13.

Used the little inheritance she had to go to Garreg Mach and pretend everything was ok. Would lie anytime someone asked about her home life. Was forced to drop out at 16 because she ran out of money. To embarrassed to ask for help, she lied to everyone and told them she was going to study in the states

Yuri found her sleeping on a bench and took her in. Offered to buy her a ticket home until she finally admitted she lost everything and has no home to go back to

Dumpster drives at Garreg Mach for designer clothes. Ridiculous how much these rich kids (Hilda) toss out

Hapi

Romani :)

Ran away from home when she was a teenager to “see the world.” Unfortunately, got taken in by some questionable people

Cordelia found her and just felt so bad for her :( “oh no, a poor brown girl in need of help.” Offered to take her in and promised to help her get back home

Bullshit.

Finally able to run away and flee the country. She meets Balthus and Yuri because they were dumpster diving at the same spot.

She and Constance have this thing of getting naked and howling at the full moon each month

Emile Jeritza

Born into a religious cult in good old USA 🇺🇸 His father was the cult leader and had multiple wives.

His mother had a child from a previous relationship. Despite having numerous half-siblings, Emile was only close to Mercedes. She was the only one who didn’t scold him for crying and having “feminine” feelings after all

One day, his mother and beloved sister disappear. He never even got to say goodbye..

unbeknownst to him, when his mother and sister left they were fleeing for their lives. His mother immediately started to fight for custody of him but she was not an American citizen (while Emile and dad were) and she was trying to take him back to Europe

When Emile found out about what his father did, he…

On the run from the FBI :)

The wolves know about his history but fuck his dad, mofo had it coming.

Yuri was standing behind Jeritza at the store when he saw Jeritza didn’t have enough money for food and cat food. He told the cash register to put the sandwich back. Yuri bought him the sandwich.

#fe3h #fe3houses #ashen wolves #three hopes #three houses #fe16 #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #yuri leclerc #constance von nuvelle #balthus von albrecht #hapi fire emblem #hapi fe3h #usaigi speaks #fire emblem fanfiction #fire emblem headcanons

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tanakavox · 2 months

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The start of my FEA fic Branching paths. I had it commissioned by Ivanshionda. Check out the fic and his page!

#fire emblem 13 #fire emblem au #fire emblem awakening #FEA #fe awakening #fe13 #Fe my unit #my unit #FE avatar #robin fire emblem #sparrow #chrom #fire emblem chrom #fe chrom #fe lissa #lissa fire emblem #fire emblem Frederick #frederick #fire emblem fanfiction

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negative-ease · 4 months

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every season is edelclaude season

He could approach or he could wait and be discovered. He could play dumb. She might even believe it.

Fleeing a social event to get some space -- it's not the most original idea.

Back casually into the antechamber in the middle of a laugh, duck out of sight with a nod to the guard at the door, make for the exit on the opposite side of the hall with no trace of hurry.

Claude performed the steps flawlessly and ticked them off as he went, a sort of countdown until he could feel the welcome chill of fresh air and watch the vapor of a long sigh stream out and fade away. From it emerged a slight figure further along the outer wall, the sight catching his next breath somewhere deep in his chest.

Edelgard was statue-still, one gloved hand resting lightly on the wall near her head. Candlelight spilled out between the heavy curtains a nearby window to highlight a sharp cheekbone, a few strands of fine hair. Her stance was tense as if she’d paused in the middle of a step, her gaze intent and serious, and away from him.

Claude hadn’t noticed her absence, but then he had been pretty focused on slipping out himself. He followed the direction of her gaze to see Byleth, strolling toward the Goddess Tower. And he remembered Dimitri’s face, pale and strained, his hand threatening to crumple his tin cup of punch. We can’t all be out here, Claude thought, but made no move to return.

He could approach or he could wait and be discovered. He could play dumb. She might even believe it.

Claude stepped forward, scuffing his feet on the stones. Edelgard whipped around in an instant, candlelight shifting to add a glint to her eye and illuminate the downturn of her mouth. Now, as each time before they faced one another, she looked him up and down, and was not impressed.

It was impossible for him not to react to a withering gaze. The impulse to smile back was ingrained deep inside; a flash of the teeth that held back a cutting response and a crinkle near his eye that promised I’ll remember this. I’ll never forget.

“There you are,” he said in a concerned voice. “Everyone’s looking for you.”

Edelgard narrowed her eyes but couldn’t resist a peek over his shoulder. It wasn’t true, of course, but he couldn’t help but tease her. Everything about her rigid, self-serious presentation invited a little ribbing. He wouldn’t have called it antagonizing her, not then. Not until later.

“I’m sure,” she said coldly. “Because Goddess forbid I look for a little peace and quiet. Your natural enemy.”

His smiled widened poisonously.

“Hurts not to be picked, huh?” he said, nodding conspiratorially in the direction of the Goddess Tower. Something we have in common, he thought, knowing she didn’t see it that way. It was all only more evidence that she stood alone, probably. A chip on her shoulder that powered some sort of force field, pushing everyone else away.

“Picked… like it’s a game,” she said, but there was a wobble in the disdain.

“Red Rover, Red Rover…” Claude smiled, though what came to mind was her and Hubert in the empty dining hall, heads bent seriously over a game of chess.

She looked him up and down again, not in any new light but to emphasize her original impression.

“We can’t all be out here,” she said finally, scolding, and brushed by him in a huff.

Claude watched her leave, then turned back to the starkly silent, unmoving Goddess Tower. Then back to the hall, the promise of warmth and the high note of a peal of laughter a thick comforter over a persistent current of unease. The Goddess Tower, an island impassable. The party, already poised to shift from moment to memory.

The tips of his fingers were getting cold inside the thin cotton of his formal gloves. He strolled his return reluctantly, the Tower vigilant at his back. If there was a third option it wasn’t here, alone.

#edcl #edelclaude #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem fanfiction #claude von riegan #edelgard von hresvelg #drabble

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luce-speaks · 2 months

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Official cover art for Laid to Rest, commissioned from the amazing @riumeri !! The first chapter of this fic will go out tomorrow, and it'll update weekly on saturdays!

#fire emblem echoes #forsython #fe forsyth #fe python #forsyth #python #fic writing #laid to rest #fire emblem fanfiction

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lemonbronze · 4 months

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[Azure Moon-adjacent AU; multi-chapter; sad and also fluff; more characters/tags to be added as they appear]

This AU slapped me in the face yesterday and I have been able to think of nothing else until I started writing it, so I hope you all enjoy it!

Eventually, this fic will be ferdibert-heavy. It will also be sad sometimes, so be warned!

Link to the fic on AO3 will be in a reblog, or you can read it below!

He stood where he had been unmoving throughout the past hour: behind the casket, hands tightly gripping his arms behind his back, eyes fixed on the silent and unmoving body before him. He’d done his part, given a eulogy with stoic resolve and provided a false sense of normalcy to his friends as they wrestled with their own grief. But now, finally alone, he could let down his tough exterior and try to process Ferdinand’s passing.

He shifted forward, leaning over the casket. Someone had done their best to make the fallen general look as refined as possible in death, dressing him in fine armor and hiding his fatal wounds in the process. Great care had been taken with his hair, and it looked almost as radiant as always, if not for the way it had dulled over the last few days. The casket was otherwise filled with flowers, and heartfelt letters, and a small horse figurine—and none of it felt real.

Hubert touched Ferdinand’s graying face, letting his gloved fingers trace the spray of freckles across his cheeks. A week ago, those cheeks had flushed with laughter and that face had been bright with smiles. A week ago, Ferdinand had been full of life, sipping tea outdoors and finding obvious excuses to touch Hubert’s arm more than necessary as they chatted together.

Dozens of tired old cliches ran through his head—you’re gone too soon, this isn’t fair, why was it you and not me, please come back—and yet he didn’t have the energy to say any of it. Instead, he shut his eyes as tightly as he could and whispered, “I miss you.”

The stone room yawned cold and silent around him.

Hubert remained at his lonely vigil until long after night fell, and he only left Ferdinand’s side when he felt sure most of his well-meaning friends would be asleep. Any stragglers still awake would know better than to bother him as he slunk back toward his chambers, hiding his bloodshot eyes under cover of darkness.

On his way back to his room, he stopped briefly to look in on Edelgard. Even in the midst of the ache of grief, he would be unable to rest until he knew she was alright—but she was sleeping, soundly and safely, and a small part of him wished she was awake so he wouldn’t have to be alone with his feelings. Even so, he left her sleeping and returned to his chambers to get what rest he could.

Everything in his room was the same as he had left it that morning—books stacked neatly, letters and sealing wax tucked out of the way, bed carefully made. A tidy room was some small comfort to him, and the less clutter that surrounded him, the less likely he was to encounter memories when he didn’t expect them. He wasn’t a stranger to grief; he also knew some of the little ways he could help himself get through it.

And so everything was as tidy as he had left it this morning.

Everything was the same, except now Ferdinand was there.

Hubert drew in a slow, deep breath, then closed his eyes for a few moments. When he opened them again, Ferdinand was still there, perched on top of his desk as if he belonged nowhere else, and certainly not gently rotting in a casket on the other side of the castle. Although this apparition looked like Ferdinand, it also sported four massive, white, feathery wings and a faint yellow-orange glow that seemed to emanate from somewhere within its body. It was wearing nothing more than what looked like a long, white skirt, and its hair floated ethereally around it.

“I need to go to sleep,” said Hubert, shaking his head and turning away from the Ferdinand-shaped thing on his desk.

“You are not seeing things,” said the Ferdinand-creature with a laugh, and the voice jolted Hubert back to attention once again.

“I don’t know what you are,” he snarled, moving closer and drawing himself up to his tallest and most threatening height, “but using the voice and form of a dead person to get to the living is wildly cruel, even by my standards.”

The creature tilted its head and gave a sad smile. “I am not trying to hurt you,” it said. “I am really Ferdinand. I suppose I died—”

“You suppose?” Hubert snorted. “Ferdinand fell in battle at Myrddin four days ago. His body is over in the visitation room right now, dead and cold. You are not him.”

“Oh, yes, that makes sense,” said the creature, hopping down off the desk and turning to look over one shoulder. “I have a large wound, you see? I was wondering what it had come from.”

Hubert—against his better judgment—craned his neck to look at the supposed wound. There it was, bright red against the glowing warmth of the creature’s exposed freckled skin, positioned just in the middle of where the four wings sprouted from its back.

Just where Ferdinand’s fatal wound had been located.

Hubert frowned. “What are you, really?” he said.

The creature looked sidelong up at one of its wings and said, “I am an angel, I think.”

“Ridiculous.”

“I thought so too!” A laugh; then, “I was unsure where I was or what was happening, but I was surrounded by sparks of light. They danced around me and told me that I was going to become a guardian angel. Of course, I thought I was simply having a dream, but then I awoke and I was here—like this!”

“In my bedroom.”

“Yes! And Hubie—”

“Don’t call me that.”

“—I believe that I am in fact your guardian angel.” The creature—Ferdinand—grabbed Hubert’s hand happily and added, “If I must be dead, I suppose this is not so bad!”

None of this made any sense, and Hubert wasn’t about to believe it. He didn’t even believe in angels, and certainly not guardian angels. Nor did he believe that a man four days dead was suddenly alive (more or less) and standing in his room with him. But the warmth of Ferdinand’s physical contact was real, and it was as electrifying as every stray touch they had shared over coffee and tea in the garden. Tears sprang to Hubert’s eyes before he could stop them. “You feel like him,” he said, low and drained.

“Please do not cry, Hubie,” said Ferdinand, giving his hand a squeeze. “Oh, I am so sorry.”

Hubert met Ferdinand’s gaze. All the life and energy and merriment that made up Ferdinand von Aegir still settled behind those big brown eyes, and it was impossible not to believe what he was saying.

But grief could be powerful, and it could do strange things to a person. Exhaustion, on top of it, was even worse. Hubert removed his hand from Ferdinand’s grip (and oh, how he didn’t want to do it) before stepping toward his bed. “I am very tired,” he said, “and my heart is broken besides. I need to rest, and I believe you will be long gone in the morning, although I am grateful to have seen you tonight.”

“I will be here,” said Ferdinand, throwing himself—massive wings and all—into an armchair on the far side of the room. “This is where I am meant to be, and I am not going to leave.”

Hubert shook his head, ignored the creature’s words, and got ready for bed.

#bran writes #fire emblem fanfiction #fe3h #ferdibert #ferdinand von aegir #hubert von vestra #angelnand #please rb this if you want to! I would love for more people to read it

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stergeon · 2 months

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Rating: Mature (horny)

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Relationship(s): Edelgard von Hresvelg/Byleth Eisner

Words: 11.5k (2 chapters out of, theoretically, 3)

There's a new professor of the Black Eagles house, but it's not the one Edelgard and Hubert had planned to take on the role—and to make matters worse, Edelgard knows her. She could never forget her, or a single moment of that hot summer night when they met in Enbarr.

Worst of all, the professor doesn't seem to remember Edelgard.

AU in which Byleth and Edelgard meet by chance a few months before the start of White Clouds.

#fe3h #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #edelgard von hresvelg #edeleth #byleth eisner #byleth x edelgard #fire emblem fanfiction #fe3h fanfic #my loathe letter to the past perfect tense #hubert's here but only in chapter one and like for five seconds at the end of the story that is as of yet unwritten #this started out as an earnest attempt at writing smut but it ended up becoming almost 20k words before anyone even kissed sooooo #if we're being honest this is two character studies in a smut trenchcoat #with a dumbass framing device that just exists to twist a knife #fun fact: this actually was like the third fanfic i ever wrote. i started it not too long after wrapping up shared space #then it spiraled out of my control so i've been sitting on it #i dunno i think ~12k words of preamble to agreeing to have sex is fine. if that's not your scene that's on you #someday i might work up the courage to post the next part #but if you thought the purple prose and self-indulgent pseudointellectualism were bad in these two chapters i will warn you #i'm just getting started #i have not even scratched the surface of how unsexy i can make a purported sex scene

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sunstone-smiles · 7 months

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Ooooh I cannot wait for your TickleTober2023 fics 🤩

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

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

Friend or Foe? Maybe Both

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

Series: Fire Emblem Three Hopes

Characters: Felix, Sylvain, and Ashe

Word count: 882

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Felix scoffs and rolls his eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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robynmizore · 1 month

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Cool Takumi pic for attention. Dear Fire Emblem fans of tumblr. I’d like to ask for your help. Recently, a former friend who harassed me online got my quotev account that I’ve had since 2015 banned. Luckily a mutual friend stepped in to stop their harassment.. but my account was still gone. That is the account I had the most readers on for my story Redemption, which is a Fire Emblem Heroes fan fic. This story has helped me so much mentally and I’ve been told in DMs by SEVERAL people that it helped them through stressful times. I don’t want that taken away from me or them. So if you have a spare moment, can you help us appeal? You don’t need an account to do this, just follow the link below. My username on there was @GoddessofFate. We have less than 30 days to get it back. Please. Even if you’re just a random passerby who’s never even heard of me. Reblog, share with your friends. Help me get back almost a decade worth of stories.

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the-fab-fox · 9 months

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[Setleth 5+1] There's Something Here, I Can Feel It

SUMMARY: This is the result of my idea I came up with awhile ago, which was thus: "THE FIVE TIMES CLAUDE, DIMITRI, AND EDELGARD NOTICED SETETH AND BYLETH HAVE A THING FOR EACH OTHER, AND THE ONE TIME THEY (FINALLY) NOTICED IT THEMSELVES."

Hope you all enjoy! Do please reblog to get the story out and if you feel up to it, I'd love to hear what you think! Can be in reblog or reply or even an ask if you'd rather!

I. Claude

"And so that's why I think this is…"

The best course of action, he finished silently in his head. He waved the words aside internally, as if his mind's inner voice was someone else entirely.

None of that mattered. Something big was going down, right before his eyes.

The slight pink dusting Seteth's cheeks said everything the silent man wasn't saying.

How had he not noticed before? As much as the advisor to the Archbishop wanted to believe he was the master of impassivity, Seteth was anything but. He wore his heart on his sleeves and it was clear with just a glance at the man what kind of mood he was in.

His mood right now was less emotional though and more of a state of mind.

It was sweet, really. Honest to goodness. Claude never lied when it came to the sweetness of a situation.

It seemed the academy's headmaster had a bit of a crush on the Professor.

What made the whole thing even better was that Claude was ninety-seven percent sure his Teach was kinda into Seteth too.

Now, wasn't that just cherry on top?

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II. Edelgard

It was a worthy idea. It hadn't ever crossed her mind to consider combining two houses in a particular class. Now that it had been laid out before her by the Archbishop's advisor, however, it was a little embarrassing that it hadn't.

Seteth was a little pink in the face too, which made it seem as if he too was feeling the disappointment at failing to come to this conclusion earlier. That's what she thought, at first.

Something caught her eye though. The slightest turn upward at the corners of his mouth. The softening of the creases at the corners of his eyes and across his forehead. The spark of light in eyes that were normally quite dull, truth be told.

A certain sneaky degenerate of an alliance leader whispered in her ear even now, reminding her of a conversation with Claude that she had long since dismissed.

In her defense, it had seemed laughable. An impossibility. Their teacher hardly spoke, much less showed any emotion.

But perhaps there was some merit to the idea. Certainly there was something, at least on Seteth's side of things.

But their teacher felt the same? Was it possible?

And would she, Edelgard, be okay with it if it was?

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III. Dimitri

The crown prince of Faerghus had actually witnessed two such exchanges between the two prior to Claude and Edelgard's experiences. He just hadn't realized that the exchange had been something shocking or surprising. Were they not like that with other people? He'd never really paid enough attention to their general dispositions around everyone else.

He told his stories now to a fully rapt future leader of the Leicester Alliance and future ruler to the Adrestian Empire. In fact, the blond prince was quite certain that he'd never been able to hold their attention like he was right then.

"Wait! He pulled a leaf from her hair?"

Edelgard looked a little too offended on Byleth's behalf. If anything… she seemed almost… no, that couldn't be it. Could it?

Claude, on the other hand, looked as if gift-giving season had just come early.

"Obviously, there is an opportunity here. Now, I may not have your royal dispositions, majesties, and I make up for that with my charm and wits and good nature. But I consider us equals, the three of us. And if ever there was a situation made for the very purpose of us teaming up, this is it, guys!"

Edelgard knew immediately what he was getting at. Dimitri could see the anger, annoyance, and definite jealousy in those light purple eyes. But a second later, followed by a deep breath in and out, the Adrestian princess joined Claude's cause.

"If this is what will ensure our teacher's happiness, then it is our duty to help them along!"

Dimitri, frowned. "I don't know… it doesn't feel right, meddling in the affairs of the heart. Surely, if it is meant to be, it'll happen without our input."

The other two glanced at each other before shaking their heads.

"What?"

"That's a nice thought. A knightly thought but… people will rarely do what's best for them on their own."

"Well said, princess."

Dimitri wasn't sold but he supposed he could see their point at the very least.

Determination set along his brow.

"Tell me what you need me to do."

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IV. Claude, Edelgard, & Dimitri

Dimitri frowned and Claude was worried the prince was about to call the whole thing off.

"Are you sure this, er, topic will be enough to distract the professor?"

"Oh definitely. Teach seems adamant about helping others out, no matter what. She'll definitely want to assist you and it'll kill her that she can't offer any advice. That's gonna distract her more than anything!"

Dimitri looked scandalized. "I don't want to cause the professor any undue harm."

Claude held up a hand.

"No harm. An annoyance at the very most, I promise."

He ignored the pointed look he got from the princess and instead rest his hand on Dimitri's shoulder.

"You're the only one she will believe. So… maybe think about your own crush while you're pretending to ask for advice…"

Dimitri nodded, his face understanding. A few seconds passed before his gaze widened and he quickly crossed the room to the door.

"N-no time like the present, like you always say, Claude. I'll be off now."

Claude blinked, staring at the spot where the prince had been seconds prior.

Slowly, a grin slipped onto his face.

"So Dimitri does have a crush!"

He spun around to seek out Edelgard.

"Don't ask me. Why would he tell me?"

Claude sighed.

"Yet you still seem to have some idea, don't you, princess?"

Edelgard shrugged but allowed herself to give the smallest near imperceptible nod of her head.

"Let us just say that I haven't a clue what he sees in this particular person."

Claude narrowed his eyes, trying to gauge whether or not she was messing with him. He couldn't sense any ulterior motive and she seemed to be teasing rather than hurtful.

"You said person, an interesting choice of words when it's generally presumed that his princliness is straight."

Edelgard rolled her eyes but said nothing else. She couldn't allow herself to give away clues accidentally.

"So either it was a simple word choice that had no significance or this "person" isn't a girl. Wouldn't that be interesting?"

Glancing her way, Claude raised a brow at the surprise on her face. She masked it a few seconds later but too little, too late. "Oh." A smile slowly slipped onto his lips though he tried to smooth it away. "So it's like that, is it?"

Edelgard scoffed and shook her head before storming off. Claude got the distinct impression she was annoyed because he was totally right about Dimitri. A good thing too, considering the whole crush he was harboring on the guy.

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V. Golden Deer

"Alright! So that's the plan! Any questions?"

Claude watched his pink haired retainer cross her arms with a frown.

"Let me get this straight. You want to talk loudly outside Seteth's office, playing up that Dimitri is professing his love to our professor, knowing it's pretty much likely that Dimitri is gay?"

Claude nodded, smirking at the ingeniousness of the plan.

"Uh huh. And you don't see how this plan can go completely wrong?"

Claude gave a pause at that. She had a point, after all. But he ultimately couldn't see how the plan could fail.

"Alright. And what if our dear professor actually gives Dimitri some good advice and he decides to go after the guy of his dreams? Are you going to be okay with that?"

Claude blinked and then frowned. "Teach doesn't know about romance. There's no way…wait, are you saying you know the guy that Dimitri likes?"

Hilda giggled and took a deep breath. "My how the tables have turned. Claude, I'm pretty sure everyone knows who Dimitri likes except the person Dimitri likes."

She walked off and Claude was about to call after her when the true meaning behind her words hit him. Marianne and Raphael had just passed him when he reached out to stop them.

"Who does Dimitri have romantic feelings for?"

Marianne blushed and looked away, mumbling something about it not being her place to say but surprised he didn't already know. Raphael, on the other hand, had no qualms informing him.

"Ah! I guess it would be hard to know who a person likes when the person is you, so yeah. I can tell ya. Dimitri is like, seriously in love with you, dude! How cool is that?"

Claude felt his jaw drop as so many uncertainties and impossibilities finally clicked neatly into place.

"Oh. Uh, thanks for that, Raf. You've given me a lot to think about, that's for sure."

"Haha. Any time!"

Claude watched as the two carried on, suddenly working through the two issues now on hand.

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+1. Setleth

"I don't know, Hilda. Dimitri was really adamant about wanting to talk to Teach alone. He asked to meet her in the courtyard after class. And Teach is really pretty. You'd be a fool not to see it. So it totally checks that she's pretty popular with the guys around here. I heard she gets one confession a week. Minimum."

Seteth took a deep breath and brought his fingers up to rub at his temples.

What scheme are you cooking up now, Claude? Whatever you're doing, I'm not taking the bait. You'll have to try harder than that.

"Even if Dimitri does like men, it would make sense strategically. Our dear professor would make a great queen."

Seteth gave pause at that.

It was true that most people with eyes could see how hopelessly in love the prince of Faerghus was with Duke Riegan's grandson. But it was just as likely that Dimitri would be more concerned with a union that would benefit his people. Byleth—the professor—would be a very smart choice.

Still, even knowing and understanding the reason behind it, just the thought of Byleth marrying someone for any reason but love did not sit well with Seteth.

Which made sense, considering he had come to realize his love for her quite some time ago. He'd never presumed to consider the chance that she might like him in return, but none of that mattered.

As long as she was happy, that was all Seteth desired. Well, it was all he'd allow himself, in any case.

Deciding that it couldn't hurt to at least check out the situation, Seteth left the office, locking it up on the off chance this was a ploy designed to leave his office unattended.

He made his way to the location Claude and Hilda had mentioned. Sure enough, the courtyard scene played out just as Claude had stated. A rush of jealousy surged inside him and he was about to walk away when a pair of emerald green eyes met his and the resultant smile shot an arrow straight through his heart.

His will was no longer his own as his feet carried him across the distance between himself and the professor.

"Seteth," the blond prince said, lips twitching slightly. Seteth's first thought was that it was likely nerves but as the events of the last half hour replayed in his head, he came to the conclusion that Dimitri was likely in cahoots with a certain scheming student.

Ah. So that's what this is.

He couldn't help the little chuckle that escaped him as he watched Dimitri leave. He pointedly ignored the question in Byleth's eyes, only looking at her when he was positive he had his emotions in check.

"What was that about?" He asked, trying to sound offhanded. Byleth smiled lightly, glancing in the direction the blond prince had gone.

"He was asking for advice."

"Ah. Well that's nothing new for you."

"About romance."

Seteth felt his body stiffen but he forced himself to sound as unaffected as possible.

"What did you tell him?"

"The truth." She smiled at him now and he found he was suddenly held captive by her gaze. "That I don't have the experience in that area to give sound advice but it was probably a good idea to get such important feelings off one's chest. And who better to confide such feelings in than with the person the feelings are for."

Seteth smiled warmly down at her.

She truly was a marvel.

"You say you have no experience but that sounds like wonderful advice from where I'm standing."

It was too. Perhaps the very advice he should take for his own situation.

"I love you, Seteth."

Seteth nodded along before the three words plus his name fully sunk in.

Light green eyes wide, Seteth stared at the young woman for a long time before clearing his throat.

"I see… well, if that is truly the heart of the matter then it only stands to reason that I too confess."

He closed the distance between them and reached out, cupping her cheek with one hand.

"I find myself quite in love with you, Professor… Byleth." He smiled warmly. "I love you, Byleth."

He barely had a chance to register what was happening as Byleth wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. Pushing any other thought from his mind, with a quick reminder to thank Claude later, Seteth kissed her back.

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Alear and Diamant.

Secret relationship.

Stolen moments and discrete kisses.

Titles dropped behind closed doors.

hhhhh YES

i really love the idea of this sort of relationship between them so i'm very excited to explore this dynamic. i wrote it as a bit more of a physical relationship because i saw this as the main appeal of a secret relationship~ but if you want something a bit more romantic feel free to drop that in the requests too!

context: this is far, far before the pact ring because nearing the end of the war would probably be a reasonable time to have a public relationship, but not right at the beginning when they first meet at Brodia castle because that would just be scandalous... right?

(gender neutral reader / alear, assume m!alear is a griffin knight for this one part later)

It had been several weeks since you'd met the Crown Prince Diamant of Brodia. And it had also been about several weeks that you'd started to see him secretly. It was about as much of a whirlwind romance as one could be, the "love at first sight" sort which starts out hot and heavy, getting to know each other's bodies better than each other at first. That first day you met at Brodia Castle, your stolen glances communicated better than mere words could. And they were effective, at that- culminating into a quiet, breathless necking session against the brick wall of one of the concealed training areas in Brodia Castle. Behind some crates of equipment and away from prying eyes, your back against the brick wall, hands gripping at his broad, muscular shoulders. His forearm pressed against the wall above you, his other hand on the back of your head, gloved fingers laced haphazardly through your hair. Neither of you had spoken words beyond formalities at that stage, so it was incredible how he was so comfortable addressing your unspoken wants. And for Diamant, someone normally so rational and level-headed, this arrangement was certainly not how he'd envisioned any romance of his would begin, but he wasn't about to complain- not when the rush of adrenaline from kissing you lit up all his senses, not when the feeling of you drove him this wild, not when your lips tasted as good as they did.

But like any whirlwind romance involving two high-profile figures, it wasn't wise to announce right away as it would only welcome gossip or slander. And so you'd both come to an agreement that it would be better to keep this as your little secret, at least for the time being. This meant coming up with some ground rules to prevent slipping up. Ensuring that you continued to use one another's titles, avoiding public intimacy at all costs, and avoiding spending excessive amounts of time around each other. It wasn't exhaustive, but it would help mitigate the risk of being caught.

Perhaps the fact that your relationship was kept a secret was what kept stoking the flames of your passionate romance to a fervent roar. Whatever the case, it was impossible to keep your eyes-- and your hands-- off of him. The tingling rush you felt from addressing each other as "Prince Diamant" or "Divine One" as if all were normal, knowing that just hours before you'd been gasping out his name.

One of your favorite of Diamant's is when he gives you this smoldering gaze during strategic meetings with the other royals, which lasts only for a split second while you're talking, but you know exactly what it means. It only happened very, very rarely, if the tension was that high between you, but whenever it did you'd find a way to excuse yourself and he'd meet you out in the hallway just moments after, where he'd immediately shove you up against the wall and crush his lips against yours, hard enough that you'd be left gasping. Then you'd have to excuse yourself for just a little longer, or you'd probably reenter that room with your face completely flushed. Diamant was better at keeping his composure, so he would usually return to the meetings first. Your secretive escapades only made your relationship feel more exciting and forbidden, the way every private and heated moment with him was seized away from other arrangements.

A slightly morbid realization you had was realizing you'd conditioned yourself to anticipate your next battles. The post-battle surveying, after all, were the most convenient times to have these secret, passionate sessions, because the both of you were expected to make rounds together, and an excuse could easily be made to "go patrol a bit further away". These moments were the most satisfying, sharing needy kisses between your affection-starved selves, most often behind ruins or even against buildings in a village at night, as long as no one was looking. Some of the more risky places you'd attempted this was behind a rock in Tullah Desert in broad daylight, and another time when it was dark out and Diamant had draped you behind his royal mantle in order to leave kisses along your lips and your neck.

The most risqué by far had to be the one battle you had by the coast, where you were swept away by the scenery and Diamant pulled you against him with his arm on your waist for a split second, leaving a sweet and tender kiss on your forehead after seeing your smile and wistful gaze into the sunrise on the horizon. After this, you felt stunned by his boldness and looked around you, only to find that the rest of the army were all far enough away, and happened to be occupied, such that this stolen moment managed to fly under the radar. There were many more romantic moments Diamant wished he could have seized in this way, but typically if he can get away with it, he'll try and hold your hand at very least. He's thankful for his royal mantle draped over his armor that conceals your intertwined fingers just about anywhere. One of the most lovely moments you shared was following the battle at the crossroads of fate, where you and Diamant stood together at the bridge, your fingers intertwined for but a fleeting moment as you gazed together into the beautiful orange sky.

Of course, there were several things that presented hiccups, the most notable of which were the introduction of a more romantic relationship with each other, and... having a younger brother with the eyes of an eagle.

Your budding romantic relationship happened naturally a little while in when you'd learned more about each other and your fears, your vulnerabilities, your hopes, and your dreams. The more time you spent with him, the more private sessions you'd spent simply talking with one another and enjoying each other's presence, the harder it became to adhere to some of these rules, much of them unconsciously broken. It was in fact this that made you both start to unconsciously disregard the very rules you'd set in the first place.

It had been more than one occasion that Diamant had addressed you by your name before correcting himself, much to the surprise of Alfred and Vander. Diamant made an excuse that it was because he was used to treating all his soldiers in Brodia in a familiar manner and apologized to you so genuinely, as if he had stepped out of line. This excuse, and his acting, was something that you'd both shared a laugh about later when he took on the next morning's wake up shift. Perhaps worse was your own indiscretion, however, calling him Di once when you were speaking to him casually, which raised a few eyebrows as you never behaved so familiar with anyone else. That was perhaps when Alfred first realized that you were a lot closer with the Brodian Prince than you let on, though he did assume it was just as friends, and he pestered you and Diamant in a friendly manner about it for a while after that.

And Alcryst was very likely the first to have caught on. His concern for his older brother's well-being extended into keeping a few tabs on him just to make sure he was okay. He first noticed at Solm Palace, when you'd left with Diamant to patrol the perimeter together and Alcryst had followed behind, only intending to provide backup if needed. He was surprised to see Diamant putting his arm around your waist and his hand on your face, his face less than inches from yours. He had to promptly leave in embarrassment when he saw his brother pressing a kiss to your lips. Alcryst later spoke to Diamant about what he saw that day, because he felt bad having seen that without his knowledge, and Diamant finally confirmed it to Alcryst knowing it was pointless to deny, but requested that he not breathe a word of it to anyone. In Diamant's mind, though, it could have been a lot worse, since Alcryst had so conveniently decided to leave right before Diamant had lifted your leg up to wrap around him while he smothered your neck with kisses and groped your exposed thigh with his hand.

Over time, though, with the looks that you and Diamant seemed to be unable to resist exchanging, the true nature of your relationship did become a topic of speculation. But they could speculate all they wanted-- it wouldn't be until a certain ring was discovered in the Lythos Gardens that you'd think of announcing this relationship publicly. No, it was far too exciting like this, for the time being.

#diamant #diamant fire emblem #fe diamant #dialear #diamant x reader #diamant fe #diamant x alear #alear x diamant #fe engage fanfic #fanfic request #diamant fanfiction #dialear fanfiction #fire emblem fanfiction

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Elegy of a Forgotten Heir

I finished the proof of concept prologue/preview to this au! This chapter is focused primarily on Petrine’s parents during the most impactful event of her childhood and serves as an introduction to her newly expanded backstory.

A content warning alongside the link is below the cut.

The content warnings for this one are pretty heavy so please be mindful of the tags, despite nothing sexual happening onscreen Petrine’s mother is a victim of rape and both the event and her trauma are heavily referenced.

There is also graphic violence and gore.

#fire emblem #ao3 writer #writing #fire emblem fanfiction #fire emblem path of radiance #fire emblem radiant dawn #petrine fire emblem #ao3 link #cw rap3

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lapinbunwrites · 5 months

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Title: Her Two Children

Ratings: Gen

Warnings: None

Fandom: Fire Emblem Path of Radiance/Radiant Dawn

Relationships: Ike & Titania, Mist & Titania, Mist & Ike

Characters: Ike, Mist, Titania

Additional Tags: Fluff, Found Family

Word Count: 2,144

Ao3 Link

Titania has known Ike and Mist since they were very young, since she came from Crimea to Gallia to study under Greil. The memories of watching Ike take up a sword and challenge his father to a duel, the memories of Mist with her mother learning how to heal always brought a smile to her face. Now that both of their parents were gone, she knew it must've been hard for the both of. She couldn't imagine losing a parent at a very young age. It was mind boggling to her. Since then, she thought it would be best to help them both with whatever they needed.

As for Titania, she did miss Greil herself, more than she would ever like to admit. Whenever anyone asked, she would give the usual response that she would give and push down her true feelings and lie through her teeth. Her feelings towards him were embarrassing to her and she would rather die keeping them to herself. Now that he was gone, she would do anything to distract herself from the feelings and his memory.

She walked around town, with blank stares, picking up whatever little things the Ike or Mist asked for. There was always something they needed. Whether it was Ike breaking another training sword or ingredients for medicine that Mist needed, or the healing medicine she needed if she didn't want to make it. She didn't mind it too much, seeing their smiling faces. Rather Mist's smiling face and Ike's monotone thanks. It still brought warmth to her heart that they gave her a small gesture. Her anticipation smile at the thought of their smiles and grunts carried her all the way through the town and followed her back to the camp.

"Here you go Ike," Titania smiled, handing him his new training sword.

"Thank you, Titania," Ike grunted. "I'm sorry you had to go through the trouble to get it."

"It's fine," she reassured him, ruffling his hair.

"Stop that," he groaned, fending off her hands. "I'm not a child."

"I know, but it's still very fun to do," she chuckled, retracting her hand.

"Yeah, yeah," he groaned. "Since you're here, would you mind helping me train? I want to see how well this one holds up against the others."

"Of course. You haven't been improving much, which is sad," she teased him, trying to rile him up.

"I see that your way of stoking fire in someone hasn't changed much," he commented, getting in his ready stance.

"Looks like you're still immune to it," she commented, readying herself.

"It's nothing compared to what my father has done to ignite the fire in me," Ike said, rushing her.

Titania chuckled as she defended herself from his sword. The only things that were said between the two of them was the clashing of their weapons that resonated through the training grounds. Feeling the blows of Ike's sword, it gave her great pride knowing that he has become stronger in the past three years. Training with him, she could feel like they were the same blows as Greil's. He was closing the gap between his strength and his father's. She knew his father would be proud at how strong and what he has done in the past three years. After one last powerful blow Titania gave, she knocked Ike to the ground and hearing his defeated groan.

"Your form is still a little clunky," she chuckled as she helped him up. "You know better to go rushing into battle head first."

"Old habits die hard," he moaned out as he took her hand.

"Maybe I need to beat that out of you," she said, hitting him on the head.

"If my dad couldn't do it, you won't be able to," he reminded her, swatting her hand.

"You want to bet," she teased. "I can train with you for as long as you can."

"I know you can, but we both know we don't have that amount of time," he chuckled.

"That is true," she nodded. "Which reminds me, I need to go visit your sister before I forget to give her the medicine she asked for."

"Ah, she has been worried about not having enough lately," he said, picking up his train sword. "I've never seen her so nervous."

"I can bet you that it's because of this war," Titania griped. She looked at her reflection in the axe. She knew how Mist acted, she was a kind and gentle child. She wasn't meant for war, not that any one truly was, but her least of all. "She may have your father's fiery resolve, but she isn't someone should be fighting. She isn't like the two of us."

"She really isn't," Ike agreed, lowering the axe from her face. "It's more than enough to end this war."

"True," she nodded, looking him in the eyes before letting out a sigh. "Well, I better get this medicine to her before she has a heart-attack."

Thinking about Mist and this war, it always worried Titania. She was a lot like her mother, a kind and gentle soul not meant for fighting and it always worried her that Mist was here. While she was important to healing everyone, Titania ended up being more protective of her. Nonetheless, she was still very proud of her being able to help around where she can and was able to learn so much about healing magic. She knew that Elena and Greil both would be proud of her. A new smile grew across her face as Titania saw Mist, closing the distance between the two of them. It was nice to still see her healing and mending the wounds of their soldiers.

"Hello Mist," she greeted her with a smile.

"Hello Titana," Mist chirped as she finished wrapping the bandages around one of the soldiers. "What are you up to?"

"Just dropping by and giving you your medicine," she said, bending down to hand her the vulnerary. "I see that you are still tending to the wounded."

"Yes I am!" Mist chuckled, taking the medicine. "Okay! You're all finished! Take it easy for the next couple of weeks and do not train. Got it?"

"Yes, Miss. Mist," the soldier sheepishly said as he scurried out of the tent.

Mist nodded and watched him leave before getting up from her seat to give Titana a big hug. "Thank you so much."

"I'm happy to help," Titana gasped, wrapping her arms around Mist.

"I'm sorry for making you go grab it for me," Mist apologized, releasing her arms around her friend.

"Oh, it's not trouble at all," Titania said, patting her head. "I know you've been very busy tending our our troops."

"Thank you, Titania," Mist faintly smiled.

"What's that look for?" Titania asked, squeezing her face in between her hands.

"What look?" Mist chuckled.

"Oh nothing," Titania said, dropping the subject. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine," Mist reassured her, putting at the vulnerary.

"Are you sure? Ike said you've been getting nervous lately," Titania said, raising her eyebrow.

"I'm fine, I promise!" Mist chirped with a half-baked smile.

"Mist," Titania softly sighed.

"Oh fine," Mist groaned out. "I've been feeling a lot more lonely lately."

"And why's that?" Titania asked, coaxing more info out of her.

"Because Ike is always busy with training and war meetings he hasn't been spending much time with me," Mist blurted out.

"Oh, I'm sorry dear," Titania opening her arms to her.

"It's okay, I don't need a hug," Mist deflected.

"Come here," Titana said, motioning to her.

"Fine," Mist pouted, giving her another hug.

Titania felt a nice warmth coming off of Mist. It was rather soothing and calming, like it was reliving her own stress. "Feel better."

"A little," Mist whined. "It doesn't change the fact that Ike is still ignoring me."

"He isn't ignoring you," Titania reassured her, letting her go. "He is constantly worried about you. Even when I was training with him a little bit ago, he was concerned about you being here."

"Really? I don't believe that," Mist said, a scowl creeping across her face.

"Really!" Titania chirped and chuckled. "I'm serious. He always thinks of you and doesn't want you to ever be hurt."

It got concerning for Titania that Mist went completely silent, it was a bit eerie. She knew Ike cared for his younger sister and knew that he wanted to spend time with her. She knew Ike was Ike and he wasn't the best at expressing his feelings or giving gifts to those around him, but she knew that a lot of his thoughts revolved around the well-being of his younger sister. They were all they had for a long time, only if Mist could realize it.

"Titania," Mist finally muttered out.

"Yes? Is everything alright?" Titania asked, walking over to her.

"Yes, everything is fine," Mist reassured her. "I just have to leave."

"Uh, okay," Titania softly said as she watched her rush out of the tent.

Titania sighed as she headed out of the tent, she didn't see how late it was getting. She could run a couple of more errands, or she could eat, but neither of them were something she had the energy for. The exhaustion was starting to set in and doing either would make it worse. She decided to just head to her tent and wind down instead. She began to reminisce about the old times and how things have changed since then. She missed them dearly, but there was no going back no matter how much it she wanted to. Titania let out a long sigh as she pulled out a notebook to write down things, like she was writing to someone she could never have. They were never going to be sent out to anyone, but it still brought a sense of ease to her.

As she wrote down her thoughts, she could hear faint whispers of a couple of children. She ignored it and chalking it up to children trying to pull a prank on each other and failing. She only began to notice it more when it didn't stop and it got closer and closer to her tent. It even got to the point where she put down her quill and walked outside to shoo them off. To Titania's complete surprise, it was Ike and Mist holding out a new axe for her to use.

"What are you two doing out here this late?" Titania asked, looking at them with a blank face.

"Ike and I wanted to give you this!" Mist said, handing her the axe.

"Take it as a little gift from the both of us," Ike said, giving a rare smile towards her. "It's a little thank you gift for all you have done for us."

"Yes," Mist agreed and nodded. "It's a little gift from me and Ike! He even picked out the kind of axe you might like! It even has a ribbon on it!"

Titania gave them a smile and a big hug, hearing their laughs. "Thank you both. I love it."

"Yay," Mist cheered, letting go of Titiana.

"We are glad you like it," Ike said, taking his arms off of her body.

"So were you lying to me earlier?" Titania asked, pinching Mist's nose between her thumb and index finger.

"Yes and no," Mist said, scrunching her face. "It was the truth, but also a distraction so I could get Ike to go grab the axe."

"Well, it was a good ploy," Titiana laughed, letting go of her face only to scrunch Ike's face up. "You on the other hand, need to spend some more time with your sister."

"Please don't remind me," Ike groaned, prying her hand's off of his face. "I get enough of it from Oscar."

"Well, he's right," she said, taking her hands off of him. "Now off to bed, the both of you. I don't need the commander and his little sister getting tired for tomorrows march."

"You don't have to mother us," Mist whined.

"Well, someone has too," Titania laughed. "How else are you guys take care of you."

"Yeah, yeah," Ike complained. "You can stay with me tonight, Mist."

"Really?!" Mist said excitedly.

"Yes, really," Ike reassured her, turning around to walk towards his tent.

Titania laughed as she saw Mist excitedly walk with Ike back to his tent. She picked up the axe from the ground before walking back into her tent. She looked at the gift they gave her, it felt really nice to see and feel their appreciation for her. She placed it right next to her bed, writing a few more things in her notebook before going to bed herself. With them, it truly felt like she adopted them as her own children and she loved them both.

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Wrote this for the FE Art Scuffle as a little revenge fic/thank you gift for @larachelledrawsf who drew me few of my fave characters from PoR/RD and from Shadow Dragon. I saw found family and immediately went for it. The found family tropes/family bonding tropes is one of my favorite tropes in the world. So I wrote it over Ike, Mist, and Titania bonding a little bit with each other! Thank you again for drawing them for me! I really do love them and appreciate them so much!

#my writing #fire emblem #fire emblem path of radiance #fire emblem radiant dawn #ike #mist #titania #fire emblem fanfiction

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