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Good thing it was a short spin

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Okay I know you haven't finished my other request yet so I feel a little bad about sending in another one but I am having so many thoughts about my children dsfjagdhdh

I don't wanna monopolize your time so please don't feel rushed at all!! I'm just so glad that someone is making my silly little daydreams a reality <3

Anyway, I recently got to the white heron cup on my replay of 3H which gave me some more ideas 👀 this one is with Felix and Ferdinand:

The professor chose Felix to represent the Blue Lions in the White Heron Cup, despite his very vocal protests (I did this to him on my first playthrough bc I wanted him to have the sword evade skill lmao). Reader was chosen as his practice partner. Reader was never all that passionate about dance—it was just one of those skills they had to learn as a noble—but they're realizing now that maybe it's about the partner? Bc dancing with Felix always leaves their heart racing in the best way possible

Alternatively, reader was chosen to represent the Black Eagles and the one and only Ferdinand von Aegir was assigned as their tutor/partner. Although the professor saw reader's great potential, reader, as a commoner, had never been formally trained in the dances of the nobility. During these practice sessions, reader gets annoyed at Ferdinand for being so particular about everything and for going on about the history of various dance styles. Little do they know though, that this is Ferdie's way of saying "I love you, please spend more time with me."

Feel free to go wherever your inspiration takes you!! I can't wait to see what you write :D

Sorry this took me so long! My life suddenly became quite busy, so I was unable to find the time to write for everyone. Happy October to you and all the others reading this!

I think I did a fairly good job with following your request this time, my lovely! I felt railroaded in a way that still allowed me to provide my own ideas and experiment. Your specificity made things slightly easier on me, and this was such a wonderful idea to write for! I know I say something similar to that line each time, but it's true. These prompts help me indulge in my mind and my hobby without needing to commit too hard to forging a dream out of a few strung-along thoughts.

So, after what must have been a month, here is the fulfillment to your request. My inbox is open, so anyone that wants to send anything in is invited to do so. Until then, enjoy this work!

The stories will be continued under the cut.

Felix:

“Are you considering me as our representative for the White Heron Cup?”

You paused, your walk to your dorm from the library interrupted by what sounded like Felix and Professor Byleth conversing through the walls of the training grounds.

The professor’s voice was muted, but Felix’s reply was all you needed to hear to understand what was going to happen.

“I was joking. You really couldn’t find anyone else?”

So, your teacher had chosen Felix to dance for the White Heron Cup, then? Things could have been worse. She could have elected you, instead.

As you continued your trek back to your dorm, you let out a small sigh. What reason did Professor Byleth have for choosing Felix of all people to participate. Surely there were more eager, more experienced candidates. Annette and Sylvain came to mind.

Whatever her reasons, it really was none of your concern. So long as nothing bad came of it, you were certain she knew what she was doing.

You came to the entrance of your dorm on the second floor, setting down your things on your bed with a sigh (the desk was rather messy from personal notes). Maybe you ought to clean up a bit. It would not do for someone to come into your room, what with it in such a state.

But time got away from you while you tidied up, and soon it was time for lunch. You had no classes today, which was a blessing both because you needed a break and because you needed more time to study for your upcoming certification exam the next weekend.

The trek to the dining hall was much less eventful than this morning’s small commute to your dorm. Everyone else was probably interested in eating, too. Just as you thought, upon entering, the hall was filled with students and knights squeezing in a meal before getting back to work.

You walked up to the line, grabbing your own meal and heading to find somewhere to sit. Scanning the cafeteria, you noticed Annette and Mercedes sitting together in one area, and Sylvain, Dimitri, and Ingrid were sitting together in another. There were Adrestian nobles near them, and the Golden Deer were scattered around the knights.

Maybe it would be better if you just sat alone. Interrupting anyone’s conversation would be rude, after all.

A small table near the back of the room was open, so you took a seat and began to consume your meal. It wasn’t anything special today, just something made with vegetables you suspected your own professor had harvested. Good, but not worth the breath to say so.

Not that there was much else for you to think about.

Lifting your head up, you decided to pay more attention to the people in the dining hall. People watching had always been a small hobby of yours, but getting caught doing so tended to leave you embarrassed.

There was a group of knights sitting at the table across from yours laughing about something. You wondered what it could be. Nothing to do with their job, you hoped.

Marianne and some green-haired Alliance boy were discussing something fervently. Well, it was more like the boy was talking to her and she was just nodding along. The poor girl.

And then here, coming toward you now, was Professor Manuela with her own lunch.

“Hello, dear! What are you doing back here all by yourself? Surely your friends didn’t give you the cold shoulder, now, did they?”

“Oh, no, of course not,” you assured her, “I chose to sit here of my own volition. I have a free day, and I suppose I have been choosing to spend it alone.”

She gave a small sigh, moving to sit across from you, “I hear that. Some days, a girl just needs some alone time.”

You nodded, taking another bite of your meal.

“You know, if you aren’t too busy, would you mind if I asked you a small favor? I need someone to head to the greenhouse for me and grab a few herbs for the infirmary. I just so happen to have a list with me here,” she noted, pulling out such a list from…well, you didn’t want to think about that. “Why don’t you go take a trip to collect them, hm? It would be nice and therapeutic, and I’m in no rush to get them sorted. Take your time in there and enjoy yourself, dear. Just so long as they’re in the infirmary by the end of the day, I’ll be happy.”

As she handed it to you, you accepted the scrap of paper from her hands and scanned over it with your eyes. Nothing too stressful or complicated to grab. Some of these were quite common, and the list was not long in the slightest.

“I would be happy to help! What a wonderful idea.”

Wasn’t it? You would get some much needed relaxation, and once you had more peace of mind, you could focus better on your studies.

“Wonderful! Oh, and there’s no need to let me know when you’ve finished. I’ll be in tomorrow morning to double check everything you collect.”

You finished your food, cleaning everything off the table and preparing to leave, “You can count on me, Professor! I hope the rest of your day goes well.”

Leaving the dining hall, you headed back to your room to get some gloves. It would probably be best to have some form of protection on your hands before handling any of these herbs.

What you did not expect, however, was to run into Professor Byleth instructing Felix on his dancing.

Thankfully, it seemed they hadn’t noticed you yet. Felix was moving with practiced ease as the former mercenary tipped him off on the smallest of errors. He really was doing quite well for what looked like such a simple, boring dance.

Unfortunately, you must have been staring a moment too long. Flicking her eyes away from her student, the professor’s eyes met your own

“Ah, perfect timing! I was just thinking about having someone stand in as a partner!”

Stand-in? 

Before you could process what she meant, your teacher had approached you and was leading you by the arm further into their practice area.

“Professor, what are you talking about? I’ve been watching for a moment or two already; Felix was doing just fine on his own! You’ve been working for this long, and I know he’s no stranger to dancing. What is having a partner going to change?”

Quick as ever, she responded, “A partner brings life and flow into a dance. Think of it as communication; we aren’t meant to do it alone. It’s unnatural.”

“Oh…wow, I…did not expect that from you,” you managed.

“It’s something you pick up on by your third festival.”

“Okay then, I guess I don’t really have an excuse…” you began. “If it’s for the house, I’d be happy to help.”

Felix scoffed, “Don’t I get a say in this?”

“Oh?” Professor Byleth challenged, “And what is it you have to say?”

“Maybe I’d rather not be seen doing any of this? I didn’t choose to be here, and I certainly don’t need an audience.”

“Better get over it, then,” she frowned, placing you in front of him, “you’ll be having a larger audience than two people when you actually perform.”

He muttered something you couldn’t quite make out.

“Not to interrupt, Professor, but I don’t exactly know the dance he’ll be working on.”

“Oh, that. It’s just an easy foxtrot, nothing too difficult. We’re just working from the ground up, so we’re refraining from implementing other steps until he gets this down.”

“You said I had it down. An hour ago.”

“Felix, I promise you we have not been out here for half that time.”

At the professor’s count, you both began. One of your hands rested on his shoulder while the other was supported by his own hand. You followed along with ease, only slipping up twice in the countless cycles you were made out to perform.

It was strange, though. You almost felt nervous about slipping up, which was different from the nonchalant waltzing you put on with your previous partners. No matter; it was probably just because the house was relying on you both to get this right.

That, and Professor Byleth had more scrutiny in her expression than you thought possible.

Even when you thought you were getting used to the feeling, though, the butterflies never quite went away. It was a simple four step, so what was the big deal?

Actually, what was the big deal? You both had been doing this a long time, and neither of you had received so much as a comment from the professor for at least a few minutes.

You turned to look at her, still remaining in the rhythm of the dance, “Um…Felix is really good at this, professor. He looked fine before and he’s doing well now?”

She gave a tense smile, “Just making sure it stays that way. Doing “well” isn’t going to impress any judges.”

Allowing yourself a small sigh, you turned back to Felix, whose face had turned a light shade of pink. It was surprising. You didn’t think Felix would be tired just by repeating the same four-step.

“Alright, fine. We’ll go with that,” she waved her hand in the air flippantly.

You both stopped, moving apart to stretch and give your legs a small break.

“Okay, now that you two have the base steps, it’s time to incorporate the other aspects of this dance.”

You were practically pushed back into one another, the Professor relentlessly rattling off instructions.

Both of you needed a natural sway. Then, you had to maintain that while spinning continuously throughout the four-step. Relax a bit more, move closer, let your arms look more fluid.

“Thank you for cooperating, so far. The last step is to incorporate the dip at the end of each four-step cycle.”

A…dip?

Felix raised his own brow, “What?”

“What do you mean, “what?” Go on.”

You chimed in, “Professor, I don’t know what a dip is…”

Felix gave a curt nod in agreement, and the two of you waited for an explanation from your instructor.

“You genuinely have no clue what I’m talking about?”

“Would you just get to the point?” Felix scowled. “I’ve wasted enough time out here like this.”

“Maybe it just isn’t part of any traditional Faerghus dances?” you offered. “I can honestly say I have never heard of it.”

It was your professor’s turn to sigh as she put her thumb and middle finger at her temples, “This is going to take longer than I thought.”

She lifted her head, walking toward you and offering her hand, “If I may?”

You took her hand, and with that, Byleth demonstrated the whole dance you both had learned so far to Felix. Then, the time came for whatever this “dip” was.

“You’re going to have to trust me to hold onto you for this to work, do you understand?”

Hold onto me? “I’m not so sure that I do, but I do trust you.”

“Wonderful.” She then turned her head to Felix, “Now, you’ll want to end up with a  sort of complimentary stance. One of your feet should be somewhat between the two of hers. This is both for balance and flow; otherwise, this next part will be awkward and unstable.”

Felix allowed himself a moment to study both of your stances, but then your teacher faced you once more and said in a voice loud enough for both of you to hear, “As for you, you’re going to lean back on my hand as I lean forward into you. You’ll keep your feet on the floor and try to balance yourself slightly throughout, but your partner will be the one supporting you. It’s my job not to let you fall.”

You nodded, hoping you understood.

“Okay. Here we go.”

Your grip on the hand holding your own tightened in nervousness as your professor began to lean you back. The further you went, the less balance you seemed to have, you noted. Fortunately, Professor Byleth stopped lowering her arm the moment before you thought you would lose your ability to balance.

“Just remember to relax,” she smiled. “You don’t need to waste energy on holding unnecessary tension. Try easing your grip on my hands and loosening your arms.”

You did so, immediately feeling a sense of ease. It was much better to hold your balance like this.

Slowly, she lifted you back onto your feet, “So there. Hopefully you were watching closely enough to understand, Felix. Now, it’s your turn.”

“Honestly, couldn’t I do this on my own? How hard can it be to bend down and rise back up?”

“Funny. Those sound like the thoughts of a runner-up. Second place is only first for losers, Felix. From the top.”

His brow furrowed as he swapped places with her.

The dance was going wonderful as usual (but that wasn’t normally usual, was it? You remembered feeling bored with your partners at the last party you attended.) until the professor made you both pause. Professor Byleth instructed him as you went through the motions of relaxing and leaning back.

But somehow, this felt different than your dance with your teacher. You knew it wasn’t just because you were being watched, either. Felix was watching you earlier, and the butterflies didn’t appear then, did they?

Perhaps it was the tinge of pink returning to his face, but…

No. No no no. Don’t even go there. He’s just tired, like I must be! You two had been dancing for quite a long time, now. The sun had made considerable progress on its trek through the sky. Not to mention…

You were certain your own cheeks were dusted a similar color.

“Excellent!” your teacher’s voice permeated your thoughts with what must have been the nicest comment on your dancing she had given all day. “Just like that!”

“Again, I-I could have done this without a partner!”

The green-haired woman brought a hand to her chin, “No, no, you have a point.” She turned to you, “Do you think you could get out of that position without Felix moving? I want him to know what this exact pose would feel like if he were actually performing.”

That could prove difficult. The only exit was turning out of his arms, which would mean letting yourself fall to the ground. You weren’t afraid of a little fall from such a short distance above the grass, but Felix would still need to shift his hand to accommodate the movement of your body weight. Not to mention there would be movement required to let go of his hand.

“Sorry,” you answered after looking around for another solution, “I just don’t see how that would be possible.”

A bit of air came from her nose as her lips pursed ever so slightly, “I feared as much. Okay you two, why don’t you come up and we’ll have Felix dance alone one final time before we call it a day?”

“Finally,” Felix groaned, lifting you back up as you quickly recovered from a twinge of vertigo.

You moved a few paces away and turned back around to watch as the professor counted Felix off. He was much more skilled at the dance than he was when you originally observed him. That was saying something since he was already skilled when you first saw him. For the swordsman to perform even better? There would be no mistaking the winner for anyone but the Blue Lion House.

At the end of it all, you said your goodbyes to your teacher and classmate. The greenhouse was still owed a visit, so you scanned over the list once more on your way there.

Maybe Manuela was right. Studying for certification exams could wait. You had already done so much today, so committing to relaxation would be a nice break.

Needless to say, you spent a lot more time with the flowers that afternoon than you had in a long time.

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Ferdinand:

“That wraps up our time for this morning’s class!” Professor Byleth announced. “I just have a few notes for you all, and then you’ll be free to go.”

The overall mood in the Black Eagles’ classroom seemed warm to you as the sun peeked through the windows. Sure, the seasons were meant to be getting warmer, but Garreg Mach’s central location resulted in only minute climate changes.

“Edelgard. As the leader of your house, you are expected to compel everyone to come to class. Please find a way to ensure Bernadetta arrives next time.”

“Of course,” the Adrestian heir nodded. “I will make a more compelling case in the future.”

A sigh escaped the professor, “It isn’t your fault. I would do something about it myself if Count Varley hadn't sent a notice to the Church about his…displeasure with a commoner's teaching.”

“The rest you already know. Lindhardt, don’t sleep during class…Caspar, don’t shout during class. Dorothea, remember that your seat is next to Ferdinand and not Lady Edelgard.”

As everyone packed their things to leave, Professor Byleth called you to speak with her privately.

“Good morning, Professor,” you greeted. “Was there something you needed?”

“Yes. Do you know anything about the White Heron Cup?”

“The White Heron Cup…? I think Dorothea was telling me a bit about it, earlier. Isn’t that the dance competition held before the Garreg Mach Ball each year?”

“That would be the one.”

“Good to know I’m right,” an amused look was shared between you two, “but I doubt it’s important enough to single me out and talk with me about it.”

“Correct again. For the dance, each House is to choose one representative to compete. I was just informed that I would need to pick someone last night, so I’ve done a bit of thinking.”

“A…representative? Surely you aren’t intending to choose me. I don’t even know how to dance. The most practice I have is from the festivals in my hometown, but even then I tended to sit out and watch.”

Professor Byleth began to ready her own things to leave, “I do intend to pick you. Don’t worry about that too much, though. 

“No. I can’t. I refuse, actually, so you’ll just have to go and choose someone else. Have a wonderful day, Professor. Good luck find-”

You were interrupted by your teacher’s hand on your arm pulling you out of the classroom, “Glad to see you’re on board. Now, I’ve already spoken to Ferdinand about helping you learn the waltz. He agreed so quickly I almost thought I misheard him. You know him, though; always ready to do something elegant and noble. Like helping a lady learn to dance.”

“Ow! Wait, you can’t be serious-!”

As you approached the practice area Professor Byleth cleared for the two of you earlier, Ferdinand was already waiting.

“I expect you to know the dance well enough to perform by tomorrow. It’s rather simple, so I can’t see you having any trouble with it.”

“Tomorrow?”

“It will be no problem, Professor! She will practically be an expert by nightfall, I assure you!”

“Nightfall?”

She practically already took her leave, “Well then, I’ll leave you to it.”

“Shall we begin?” Ferdinand turned to you with a small bow, offering his hand.

It all happened so fast you almost thought you had dreamt up the whole encounter, “Begin? I…I’ve never danced before. Not in a way that counts.”

“There is no need to be nervous. We can start slow, and I will tell you everything you need to know!”

You took his hand, and the lesson commenced. He positioned you so that one of your arms rested on his shoulder while the other was held out to your side. Apparently, men led forward with the right foot, so it was your job to lead backwards with your left foot. Back, left, forward, right. A simple box.

But there were other things you needed to remember. The two of you always spun in a circle. Ferdinand always took the same stride, which you would have to match in length to avoid stepping on him.

It all felt like too much, in the moment. Your results were not poor, so long as you gave all your energy to your awareness of your body.

“You are a natural! Surely you have performed this waltz before?”

At the shake of your head, he continued, “Perhaps you are aware of its history, then? This dance was originally created…”

That wasn’t good. Back. Left. It took practically every nerve in your brain to manage shaking your head while staying in the waltz. Now he wanted to ramble about its history? You’d never be able to pay attention…Forward. Right…and learn well simultaneously. Why did he care how good you were at picking it up, anyway?

None of it mattered. There was no way you were going to stay here listening to him go on until nightfall. You would dance until he said you had it down, and then it would be time to leave.

However, with how caught up you were in your thoughts, you hadn’t realized how that affected your dancing.

“S-slow down! It is a dance, not a race!”

“Oh. Sorry,” you weren’t sure if you meant it. “I can’t really focus on what I’m doing when you’re giving me all this information.”

Hopefully, he could take a hint, you thought. But if Ferdinand von Aegir was anything, he was dense. He did not take hints, and throughout your time at the Officer’s Academy, you’ve constantly found yourself cursing him for it.

“That is alright. I am sure you will get it eventually,” the two of you finally managed to bring the tempo back to normal. “After all, this is quite a late age to be learning formal dance for the first time. In fact, I myself began my first lessons when I was…”

Wonderful. Honestly, did the noble do anything but talk? You were sure he heard you when you spoke, but he never actually listened to what you were saying. 

Back. Left. Forward. Right. Always spin ever so slightly. Do not step on Ferdinand’s feet. Lead with your left unless you’re moving right. Your arms-

“...that is how the White Heron Ball came to be a Garreg Mach tradition! Interesting, is it not?”

“Wh-what?” just how long had you been dancing? You could have sworn he was just talking about his own history of dance.

“What is it? Is there something wrong?

Back. Ri- no…Left. Forward. “Ferdinand, I don’t know how to put this lightly, but it is really hard to focus with you talking about all of that. I can keep up a conversation, or I can dance. I can’t do both yet.”

“But as I have told you, it is easy! You simply need to count through the beats, match each step to a number, and then keep continual rules in mind.”

At this point, you had lost the rhythm of your waltz. The heel of your boot landed on the toe of Ferdinand’s own, and the two of you stumbled awkwardly until Ferdinand caught his balance. Unfortunately, you weren’t as lucky and fell backwards onto the ground. 

“Not quite like that-”

“You don’t say?” you cut him off. At least he was kind enough to help you back to your feet.

He brought you back into your initial position, preparing to pick up again, “Remember to lead backwards with your left foot.”

“I was remembering. Until you distracted me, that is.”

“Distracted you? I have only been helping you this whole time, have I not?”

You took a breath. It would be so easy to blame him for this, but you knew nothing would be solved through an argument. The sooner you figured this out, the sooner you could leave. No reason to hurt one of your allies over it.

“You’re right. I’m sorry, I’m just a little frustrated.”

The Adrestian noble began again, prompting you to follow suit almost immediately, “You must adjust your steps to that of your partner’s.”

A frown painted itself on your lips, “Good thing I won’t ever have one.”

“What are you talking about?” he questioned, “This waltz is commonly played at various events. Surely this will not be the only time you will partake?”

You sighed, “Ferdinand, enough. I’m a commoner, remember? I don’t go to…events. We don’t even have dances like this.”

“All the more reason to learn! It would be helpful to incorporate this into the skills of the common people so as to create a more refined society as a whole. Then-”

“I said enough!” you snapped, pushing away from him.

The shock on his face was nothing compared to the anger you felt at his ignorance.

“E-excuse me?”

“Stop talking about commoners like they’re…beasts! We are not animals to be tamed, Ferdinand, we’re people. Real, actual people.”

“I was not trying to imply otherwise-”

“But you did. You do it all the time! Humanity is not found solely within tradition, noble or otherwise. We can be civilized without being formal, you know!”

He didn’t seem to know what to say anymore, it seemed. Good, then. Maybe he would choose to listen for once.

“Take this practice as an example. You’ve been doing this waltz with me for how long now? And I haven’t hurt you or acted without considering you this whole time.” You paused, your throat closing up, “Honestly, I’ve been pitying us both for this position we’ve been placed in. Is an uncivilized, unrefined society capable of pity, Lord Ferdinand von Aegir?”

Nothing. Again. Maybe this was too much? But it wasn’t as if you were going to let him keep talking like that.

You stepped back farther, “Sorry. Here I go ruining it. I talk about being civilized, but I can’t even keep myself in check to verbally defend the people I grew up knowing and loving. Let’s…we can be done, now. I’ll go find the professor and tell her I won’t be able to perform tomorrow.”

So much for relations between allies. Your mind wandered to what you were going to say to your professor. It would be a bad idea to blame it on Ferdinand; Professor Byleth might do some digging, and you didn’t trust him to keep his mouth shut.

‘W-wait!” you had only made it a few paces before the knight called after you.

As you turned to face him, you gave a tight lipped smile, “Don’t worry about it! Really, I’m sure it won’t be any trouble for her to find someone else. I can probably talk Dorothea into it if she isn’t already interested.”

“That is no excuse. Whether you are our representative or someone else is, that does not make up for the things I said,” regret filled his expression, and your own turn came to respond in silence.

He made his way toward where you were standing, his eyes never leaving yours, “I am deeply sorry. I truly did not mean to insinuate such terrible ideas. Perhaps you can help me to…be more aware of these things in the future?”

At last, he had listened to something you told him. Even if he didn’t pay much attention to anything else you said to him, you were glad he at least chose to react to this.

“Of course,” your smile went from tight lipped to full and genuine. “You could start by focusing on teaching me the dance rather than its significance.”

“But both are equally important!” he argued.

“Are they? I am going to have to know this dance for the competition, but I can’t imagine any future where I would need to know the history of it. Or that of any other waltzes, for that matter.” 

As soon as the words came out of your mouth, something in his face seemed to fall.

“You…cannot? There is no future where you would see yourself dancing more waltzes?”

“Quite frankly, it doesn’t seem to matter what I imagine. Once my time here is through, I’ll be sent off to lead some noble army. Not much waltzing in that future, I’d guess.”

“I see…”

Why was he acting so weird?

“But,” you tried to cheer him up, “at least I’ll have this one. I can pretend for one night that I have the ability to choose my future. So long as I would be happy in it, I don’t see the problem in dreaming of a life where all I do is dance at formal events like this.”

“Really?”

“Sure!” you laughed, “Though I don’t think I’d be as comfortable dancing with anyone else. I might not be able to get used to a different rhythm, yet.”

That seemed to get his energy back, “Of course! I will be ready whenever you wish to dance, and we can go at whatever pace you wish.”

“Let’s make sure I can actually do the steps correctly, first?”

“Right,” he led you back to the practice area. 

The two of you danced a few more times before you finally got the hang of the waltz. Sure, the ball was not for another several days, but you had a feeling Professor Byleth would be pleased with your progress. 

Eventually, when the time came, you knew you would need to learn a new dance for your classmates.

But you were getting ahead of yourself. First, you needed to win the White Heron Cup.

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This was a request I got before even getting into 3H, and I never forgot about it! Just finally got around to writing it up. Anon didn’t give another character for the prompt, so I tried to do a fun solo thing for Sylvain here. Hopefully it came out okay!

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There were many things you could call Sylvain -- and many people did, whether to his face or behind his back -- but one couldn’t really call him personally vain. Towards women he held fleeting interest in, he could be, but towards himself? Not too much. He was perfectly content with who he was, and had no trouble being himself, even if it wasn’t particularly favorable to be so in certain situations. He stayed out late most nights, chasing women and having fun, and despite his great potential, tended to shirk non-mandatory training. Put these two things together with the free food at the monastery, as well as a few students in the Blue Lions that either enjoyed to cook or practically came up with reasons to give snacks away, and it all led up to one thing…

Personal growth. 

Just...not in the way most people likely thought he needed to grow.

Sylvain had always been attractive -- certainly to himself, but clearly to the fairer sex as well, considering his track record. He was above average in height, had a perfectly charming physique that was fit but not overly muscled. He was fair of face and styled his hair to have that slightly roguish look that caught certain ladies’ eyes.

To his estimations, he was a prime specimen of the male variety.

And he continued to think so, even when muscle definition started to melt away from a lack of consistent exercise and clothing became too tight due to helping Dedue out one too many times in the kitchens. It was also frequent for Felix to foist unwanted sweets on him, and even Dimitri gifted him certain foods, knowing that Sylvain enjoyed them and not wanting to “waste” them on his own compromised sense of taste.

With so many enablers around when it came to food, it was only a matter of time before weight really started to pile up. For someone with far less confidence in themselves, this would have been the point at which to change bad habits. But if there was one thing Sylvain had in spades, it was self confidence. He didn’t think anything of it. Sure, he was aware of it -- hard not to be, besides, he wasn’t a dunce! -- but nothing had really changed in his life on account of it. He still went out to have fun and pick up girls, he was still fairly able on the battlefield. Truly, the only thing that had changed in his life was that he had to constantly up the size of his wardrobe.

Examining himself in the mirror, Sylvain liked what he saw -- as always.

His face was cherubic now; round, rosy cheeks and the soft outline of a double chin. His shoulders and waist weren’t as sharp and tapered anymore; shoulders slightly rounded with padding, and his waist bulged out with a pleasantly plump roll from the love handles that had settled in there rather early on. His arms weren’t all that flabby, some definition still there to give a bit of hard substance to the chub. His chest was soft with a pair of perky moobs that were starting to give in to the pull of gravity, only just able to rest against his stomach when he was sitting down or slouching while standing. A lot of the weight he’d put on had gone to his middle, giving it a pillowy give that he’d found some girls just went absolutely nuts for -- they simply couldn’t keep their hands off, rubbing or squishing and squeezing at the girth of his gut.

Shifting around, his body jiggling lightly as he did, Sylvain smirked as he took a gander at his rear. Really, even if it had gotten him near to being stuck in some chairs recently, it was worth it to catch peoples’ attention with an ass as fat as this. It was a firm sort of fat, wobbling weightily when given a hard slap. His thighs, too, had gone sort of the same way, the pudge there bolstered by muscles from his horseback riding.

He was thick, and frankly, it was delicious.

Sylvain rubbed a palm over the chubby curve of his stomach, making a faint “oh!” sound as an idea struck him. Pacing away with an excited pep in his step, he went rummaging around in his clothes drawers for a bit. He was pretty certain he still had-- Aha! There it was! Yanking the uniform out from its shoved-in-the-back prison, Sylvain held it up for inspection for a moment before padding back to the mirror.

His old uniform. 

He had long since outgrown it, but now, he was really curious to see by just how much he’d gotten larger since he’d come to the monastery. 

Dropping the bundle of clothes on the floor, Sylvain figured he’d start with the shirt first. It was a bit of a struggle to get his pudgy arms through the long, white sleeves of the formal shirt, but he did manage it. It pulled tightly across his shoulders and squeezed his upper arms. It was on, but actually buttoning it up was going to be the real challenge here. He started from the top, the button near his collarbone coming together without much of a hitch; it wasn’t abhorrently tight, but it sort of constricted his breathing as he was forced to tuck his soft chin to his chest in order to look down at what his fingers were doing. He made it one and then two buttons down, his puffy chest causing the space in between the buttons to gap open and reveal plush flesh.

Grunting, Sylvain struggled with the next button. He pulled and yanked, sucking in his tummy as much as he could; the pearlescent smoothness of the button almost slipped from his fingers, but he eventually managed to slot it into its buttonhole. The fabric stretched as far as it could, a deep crease in the material cutting into the soft crest of his belly, and then -- rip, ping! -- the shirt button gave way, tearing away from the crisp fabric and rocketing to one of the corners of his room.

Sylvain let out an involuntary sigh of relief as the pressure was immediately removed from his stomach, chubby face gone a soft pink from excitement over popping a button off the shirt so easily. He reveled in the moment a bit, before taking the shirt off and tossing it to the floor, opposite the pile of yet-to-be-tried clothing.

Next would be the jacket, but as he bent to pick it up, ass slightly in the air and the weight of his belly hanging off his round frame, he had his doubts on even getting it on.

The sleeves were awfully tight, and while he squirmed and wiggled a pudgy arm through as far as he could, he gave up after not making much headway past his elbow. The jacket quickly joined its shirt brother, Sylvain giving it a mock salute before turning his attention to the trousers.

Now these...these were the big breakthrough. There wasn’t anything quite as satisfying to him than outgrowing a pair of pants. It held weight, pun possibly intended. Even back when he wasn’t as heavy, these pants were form fitting -- bordering on tight, but not uncomfortably so. Giving them a look over, Sylvain grinned, “Time to test your endurance, old friend.”

Holding them open, Sylvain daintily stepped into one leg, then -- with only some awkwardness -- plopped his other leg into the remaining one. With the black material pooled at his ankles, he made sure to get a good angle in the mirror before starting to pull the trousers up. Ankles? Cleared. Calves? Not too much resistance, until he got further down the leg of the pants, but he could still keep going without much fuss. He got the fabric up past his knees and was heading towards his thighs, and that is when he met an immediate roadblock.

He yanked and tugged, wiggled himself back and forth, trying to gain any ground. He won maybe a quarter inch before the waist of the pants slipped from his hands in another attempt to pull them higher up. The black trousers stayed exactly put, stuck on the circumference of his thighs with the waist tightly molded to the underside of his thick rear.

Sylvain almost squeaked with the pleasure of it, panting from the exertion. He couldn’t get the damned things past his thighs, let alone even try to get it up beyond the swell of his ass. He moved a hand up to grope at his chest, the other coming down to squeeze at the bulge of his middle as he watched himself in the mirror; face a bright scarlet, excitement and pleasure coiling in his lower stomach.

“Fuck, I’m hot…,” Sylvain moaned, body wobbling as he tried to quickly shimmy out of his pants enough to get a hand on his stiffening cock.

There really was no sweeter treat.

#male weight gain #male wg #chubby!sylvain

[emblemxeno]

1/? The more I think about the design choices for Byleth, the less sense they make. It’s not like the ideas the dev team came up with haven’t been done well before, it’s that they went about them in the worst way possible. If they wanted an MC w/multiple dialogue options that result in branching plots, then Fallout: NV did this with the Courier. If they wanted a silent protagonist w/ a defined personality, then another anon has already discussed how Link and Joker pulled that off. Byleth’s

2/? supposed character arc is that they are emotionless at first but grow more colorful overtime. This idea is not new by any means, but Laphicet from Tales of Berseria already succeeded with this. The main takeaway is that we are actually SHOWN Laphicet’s development rather than be told about it, ala Dimitri in part 1. It really felt like the 3h devs lazily threw everything at the wall rather than thinking about how their ideas should work. If they want Byleth to have no dialogue, then go the

3/? extra mile in having their facial and/or body language show their character (meaning not using stock animations for EVERY. FREAKING. CHARACTER). If they want to give the player dialogue options, then have those options actually matter (I’ve already bought up Fallout: NV in terms of how an RPG could handle this). To wit, there are 150+ prompts in JUST the main story cutscenes where you are only given one dialogue option. That’s not even including DLC, supports, or paralogues. That's also not

4/? including the myriad of multiple dialogue options that say the same thing, not mattering in how characters will respond, and/or a combination of the two. The worst part about this is that there are instances where Byleth DOES have lines unprompted by the player (Gilbert’s C-support, Dedue’s C-support, and Dedue’s S-support), which makes me question why even bother having them be silent in the first place if it’s not consistent. Honestly, there isn’t even a reason for Byleth to exist in the

5/? first place. Just have Sothis be reborn at the start of the game. She already has amnesia, so there’s at least a justified reason for her being info dumped, as well as why she’s not OP at the start but does overtime. Rhea’s reason for making Sothis the professor could stay the same, as well as Rhea keeping her in the dark “until she’s ready” (until she regains her memories) for fear of losing her mother again. Sothis already has a defined/likable personality, namely that she can be a nag

7/7 exposition was not going to be good, to say the least).

I got your 7th message but not your 6th, I think Tumblr fucked up.

But yeah I pretty much agree with the main jist. Just doing... something with them would’ve helped me engage with them better. I don’t like harping on things that games didn’t do, because that’s such an unfair criticism, but honestly it’s like they saw that people didn’t like Corrin’s character and decided to just eliminate that while exaggerating every problem people thought Corrin had and have it make even less sense.

#queue #fire emblem #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #storytelling

[halcyon-writings]

ooh this is a 3h request for ashe and “so you must have courage, dear friend, courage in your heart to do all that must be done” from the pillow thoughts prompt list! thank you!!

i like how my first idea was to make this angsty oop-

notes/warnings: set post war Azure Moon route, spoilers (idk if they really would be but i’m just putting the warning there to be safe).and because phrasing I didn’t use dialogue prompt in an exact way; I hope that’s okay anon!

all links (like to my masterlist/rules/kofi/etc.) are in a pinned post on my blog!

requests are open

Your horse moves in a slow trot, not that you mind that is, your hand reaching up to cover your mouth to stifle another yawn, attempting to rub the sleep out from your eyes with the other.

It was nice to experience easy mornings like this.

Not like the ones during the war, ones where war trumpets blared, soldiers rushing and scrambling to dress and arm themselves, uncertainty hanging in the air on whether this battle would have been their last.

You shake your head, no, it wasn’t the time to think of that now.

The war was finally over, things were okay.

Yet even you barely believed it, given the rumors of Imperial loyalists and even further disturbing rumors about people underground.

You smack your cheeks lightly, already feeling slightly flushed from chilly morning air.

Taking the reins in one hand, the other bringing the cloak around yourself even tighter, you couldn’t help but relax and sink into the soft furs lining it, courtesy of Mercedes. You had to remember to find her something nice in return for it one day, you decided.

And then you saw it.

Just as you finally made it further past the town’s gates, there Castle Gaspard awaited you.

Under no means was it the most gaudy of castles, that title you had to give to the new Margrave Gautier, the building was decently sized and rather imposing now that you were outside.

You wave over one of the guards, only for the man to bow quickly as soon as he recognizes you now that you reached the gates.

Having the man stand fully, it dawns on you that you really weren’t used to this sort of treatment at all.But to be frank, only so few could say they had fought alongside the now King of Faerghus and the Archbishop to end the war with the former Adrestian Empire.

But, really? You weren’t particularly nobility by any means. That and you had all but refused any titles to you offered by King Dimitri. However, thanks to your  old friends and former professor, you were suddenly regaled as a “hero.”

Once more, you’re taken away from your thoughts, this time by a familiar voice. 

You can’t help the way your face lights up, mouth in a wide smile, “Ashe!” Hopping off from your horse as the animal chuffs at the sudden jolt, you place a placating hand on her neck. Your other arm is raised, waving at him excitedly, “It’s been so long!”

The grey haired man before you smiles back, but you quickly note that the smile just barely reaches his eyes, pushing the thought to the back of your mind.

With some more words exchanged, you leave your horse to be led to the stables, as you are led inside, to what you assume is his quarters, or at least, the main “official” study, you sink into the comfy chair as Ashe sits beside you instead of behind the large desk. 

The warm cup of tea feels rather nice in your hands. 

“So Lord Ubert,” You can’t help but coo, “How has running Castle Gaspard been faring for you?” 

He laughs nervously, eyes not meeting yours, “It’s going...um, well.”

Something in Ashe’s expression makes you place your tea cup on the desk, sure he looks happy, but from the look in his eyes, you can tell something is bothering him.

“Ashe,” This time your voice is more gentle, “You can talk to me, we’re friends right?”

This time he looks up, you realize how tired he is, slight bags under his eyes. Shoulders slightly slumped, but body tense. You can see he’s exhausted, sympathetically you take one of his hands, giving it a soft squeeze. 

“I just,” He starts, trailing off, you’re keenly reminded of back when the class had gone to fight his father.

“I don’t feel cut out for this.” He confesses, his grip around the tea cup tightening as though it were a security blanket, “Compared to Lonato, he knew how to handle all these disputes and requests, even Christophe, he would know a lot about it as well.”

“I don’t know if I can do it.”

Your mouth moves before you think of your next words. But you can’t find it in yourself to mind too much, “Well, it’s not like they were alone either, they also had help too. If you’d like, I can stick around for a bit and help. I’m not awfully busy with anything.”

He looks up in surprise, eyes hopeful. Before they look down again.

“Oh no, I couldn’t do that, I couldn’t make you do that for me,” He mumbles softly, “You’re my friend after all.”

“And as your friend,” You say quickly, “I want to help, you are making no one do anything.”

“Don’t lose heart,” You encourage after a short pause, giving his hand another squeeze, “And don’t sell yourself short either. You are far more capable than you know.”

Ashe’s smile is shaky but he squeezes your hand right back. 

Only when your stay extends, the short few days that had been originally turned into a few weeks, those few weeks into months up to the point where you had been living there for nearly a year. 

Whether your former classmates took notice, they made no indication in their letters, well, except maybe Sylvain but he was always one to tease or poke fun. However, it isn’t until one morning that you two are sitting down for breakfast, Ashe’s siblings already having gone out, doing whatever it was kids these days did. 

Ashe fidgets, however unlike the last time you had seen him similarly like this, he looks...giddy? You don’t press him to speak right away, and he’s grateful. He asks you if you would like to stay, for much longer. Tea cup in hands, you smile and agree.

Years later down the line, you spend mornings like this with him, warm tea served for the two of you, comfortable conversation or silence between the two of you. Or sometimes when neither of you feel too inclined to getup early enough, the warmth of your shared bed far better than the chill of Faerghus. You curl up against him, Ashe tucking your head beneath  his chin. In a state between dozing off and clarity of being awake. 

“Shouldn’t we be getting up?” He yawns halfway through the question.

You shake your head, pulling the blankets over yourselves tighter, “Nothing’s on fire so no.” 

Ashe laughs quietly, settling against you once more, and the two of you end up asleep again. Not waking until much later in the morning. 

#fire emblem x reader #fire emblem three houses imagines #fire emblem three houses imagine #fire emblem three houses x reader #ashe ubert x reader #ashe ubert imagines #ashe duran imagines #ashe duran x reader #mine

[astraseason]

@animaseason​ sent... ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ( prompt. )

this is... so many... but i got you back for it, so it’s fine.

k.k. shattering star. that is all. it’s one of those other quick things i go to when i need a laugh! as burnt out as i am with like 95% of 3h, the soundtrack slaps and this both sounds hilarious and amazing.

dogs!! i love dogs!!! i like big dogs a bit more than smol ones, if only because bigger dogs are less... you know... angery and yappy? they’re also fluffier and i just. they’re cute... then again, seeing as my doggo is a big boi, i’m pretty biased. but it’s fine, because i love him. though, ironically, for all my love of dogs i’m actually more of a cat person at heart. though honestly if it’s cute and fluffy i love it with all of my heart regardless of species and size.

tea! ... no shit, right? anyways, it’s a thing i like and i need like 9 so have some obvious padding. i love, love, love tea. it’s like, my drink of choice even if i have the taste buds of a child and tend to dump lots of milk and sugar in. i’m trying to cut down on the sugar at least. anyways, this is my current favourite... alongside this, which katya actually got me for christmas! they’re so gooooood. ;__; ... i need to restock soon.

continuing on with food because... i’m transparent and also very hungry rn, i also really love blackberries. idk. i just feel they’re underrated compared to strawberries and blueberries! 

acting!! this is probably why i gravitated so much to writing and rp, honestly. are we not all just acting via written word? i got into theatre in elementary school via the school plays and continued on as part of the drama club in high school. i approach rping the way i would acting irl, tbh. is that weird? probably a little, but it makes for a more involved, fun process.

cuttlefish! to be honest this is entirely because i was a filthy home.stuck in high school. ( i know, and i am so sorry. ) but they’re... really, really cute. i like them. as... Problematic(tm) as hs is though, i still really like the music that with it and sometimes i’ll put a track or album on if i can’t find anything else i want to listen to. i don’t actively follow it anymore, though. huh. i guess that’s a twofer. yay?

prozd’s king dragon lore! ... yeah we’re back on youtube, but listen-- his skits are really funny and again, never fail to get a quick laugh out of me. king dragon sends his regards.

this one speedrun of animal crossing gamecube. i don’t know why anyone would ever speedrun animal crossing, but apparently people do and it’s the funniest, most perplexing thing i have ever seen.

YOU. look, i know you answered my ask first and it seems like i’m copying you but this was something i planned to add the second i saw this behemoth of a thing so you just have to deal with it. i’ve said it enough times now, i’m sure, but i love you so, so, so much, kitty! i know we started interacting on a whim -- and if i’m being entirely honest, i was a little wary starting out as it was a time where i wasn’t sure about the fandom and rpc in general for a while -- but oh my GOD i am so glad i did! i know i can be really bitchy and snippy and a little pushy sometimes but just know that as prickly and awful as i can be, i love you with every fibre of my being. you’re my best friend, you mean the world to me, and i would literally take a bullet for u no questions asked, even when i’m irritable and mean. i’m so glad we’re friends, and i wouldn’t trade it for the world. ;________;

#✽ ― 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫﹐𝐩𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫﹐𝐩𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫. ﹙ooc.﹚ #✽ ― 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐱. ﹙asks.﹚ #✽ ― 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥. ﹙prompts.﹚ #animaseason #I WUB U

[iturbide]

@vitunhienokivi replied to your post: 

Anon what the hell?? "I personally do not like this consept, therefore you shouldn't write for it", is that seriously what you're saying? Kindly throw yourself into the nearest trash can! Also can I just say personally I'd be absolutely stoked to read a fic like this! Especially written by someone like you!!

Well my friend you are in luck because that is one of my current projects in progress!  A lot of Edelgard’s alarming rhetoric started showing up early, and I really feel like it would have been more interesting to have a hand in her path and potentially push back against her, rather than being forced to go along with everything.  So I decided to see what that would look like, and so far I personally think it’s pretty interesting -- though, I will confess that as the author, I’m probably biased. 

(cut for mild 3H spoilers)

Byleth remained unsure of just why they’d chosen to guide the Black Eagles.  It was not that more of them seemed to need support, for while Bernadetta’s reclusiveness was disconcerting, Marianne’s combination self-imposed isolation and extreme self-deprecation had been far more worrisome from the outset.  It was not that more of them needed guidance, either, for Linhardt’s disinterest in all but a handful of subjects paled in comparison to Felix’s hyper-combativeness and Sylvain’s excessive flirtation (in hindsight, they felt rather bad for Hanneman, who was stuck dealing with both of them).  And it was certainly not that any of them seemed better equipped for a mercenary’s teaching style, since Caspar’s enthusiasm for combat paled in comparison to Leonie’s drive to become a fighter in the style of Byleth’s own father. 

Perhaps it had been the odd feeling of the House as a whole.  Among the Golden Deer, the students were only passingly familiar with one another, but Claude himself seemed well suited to uniting them all with his noble status lacking any airs (even if it did spark the ire of his self-appointed rival).  Among the Blue Lions, by contrast, everyone had some kind of history with their fellow students, and all had collectively chosen to rally around Dimitri in some form or fashion (supportive or otherwise).  But from the moment they’d set foot in the Black Eagles classroom, they’d felt a kind of dissonance, for despite their familiarity with one another there was no harmony between them, and no one present seemed interested in changing that (while the one who might have been able had distanced herself from her classmates entirely).

The more they came to know of their students and the Empire’s history, the more it seemed like the Black Eagle House was an exact reflection of the country it represented.  Edelgard, despite her status as House Leader (and Imperial princess), was no more than a figurehead; her fellow students (most all heirs to the nobles that had wrested power from the present Emperor) pursued their own interests and agendas.  The disunity between them all only became more obvious with each month that passed: Edelgard walked among her classmates with Hubert as her ever-present shadow, but never truly connected with any of them, reaching out only rarely (and even then, only ever for House matters) and moving on without opening herself to them or allowing them to do the same...no wonder people found her unapproachable. 

They meant to talk with her about it.  Strange as this teaching appointment was, it felt like their duty to help her connect with the other students...and the sooner the better; should the Archbishop continue assigning such dangerous missions, such distance might one day prove fatal. 

Though the mist had long since vanished, Magdred Way remained dark and cold, all color leached from both the surroundings and the tight clusters of students and knights.  Byleth had not bothered to stay with Catherine while she ensured her target was dead; she had more than enough fellow soldiers with her to keep her safe, and they had more important matters to see to.  Weaving through the disordered ranks, they saw Hubert lurking alongside Caspar and Ferdinand, both looking nearly as pale and drawn as the Vestra heir; while the former showed interest in understanding Lord Lonato’s motives, his fellow students were far more shaken by the militia’s actions and loss of life, and Byleth wondered as they passed what they could say -- what they should say -- to explain it all when they knew too well how senseless it truly was.  The rest of the students huddled in the damp litter near the tree line, showing far more obvious signs of combat stress: Bernadetta had pulled her hood up over her head in a desperate attempt to hide, though it did nothing to soften her whimpered pleas to go home as she huddled in Dorothea’s arms (and for all the strength she tried to muster, the young songstress seemed to be clinging to her friend rather than comforting her); someone had been violently ill not far away, and all signs pointed to Linhardt, his head in his hands and his breathing still unsteady; while Petra stared blankly out at the dreary terrain, whispering something in a language they did not recognize.  

Only Dorothea looked up at their approach, nodding when Byleth indicated that they would be going soon and swiftly helping the other Eagles to their feet, guiding them toward the Knights without any prompting from her teacher.  Leaving her to it, they continued further out, until the sounds of the soldiers faded and only their own footsteps broke the heavy silence...and finally they joined the last of their students where she stood overlooking the recent battlefield. 

“Everyone was a bit shaken by the militia fighting alongside our enemies,” Edelgard remarked, her voice steady and calm in spite of the blood soaking her uniform. 

Byleth shrugged, lifting their hands when she glanced toward them.  <That is the reality of battle.>

The princess sighed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.  “If only everyone could face reality so unflinchingly.  The commoners who allied themselves with Lord Lonato believed they were fighting for a just cause.  It would be disrespectful to consider them simply victims when they died for what they believed in.”  Byleth nodded slightly, watching the rest of the students cluster together among the Knights’ ranks, a small island of black amid the silver sea.  “Still, we have no choice but to eliminate those who cling to unreasonable ideas of justice.  Even if our enemies are the gods themselves...we must never lose sight of our goal.” 

They glanced sidelong at her, puzzled by the grand scale of her conviction.  But then, Byleth had never been a religious sort, and the more they saw of this Seiros faith, the more it seemed that a fight would be necessary to change anything at all.

Edelgard seemed shocked when they nodded.  “I’m...surprised you feel that way.”  Silence fell again, heavy with words yet unspoken, and Byleth waited patiently for her to marshall her thoughts.  “...really, I’m just like Lonato,” she murmured.  “I, too, will be the sort of ruler who’s willing to risk the lives of my citizens in service of a higher cause.  It’s not possible to change the world without sacrifice.  Dying for the greater good is not a death in vain.”

Byleth stiffened, hands curling into tight fists at their sides.  But even as they turned toward the princess, they saw Catherine marching toward them at an alarming pace, and set aside their conversation to hear her out.

“Professor...I’m afraid this incident is far more serious than anticipated,” she announced, offering the slightly crumpled scroll she’d been carrying.  The seal had already been broken, they noted while Catherine continued on.  “I found this on Lord Lonato.  It’s a note that mentions a plan to assassinate Lady Rhea.  We can’t tell who sent it, so the source is suspect, but the content is too disturbing to ignore.  We must report this to Lady Rhea right away.  I hope that it’s nothing…”

Byleth nodded curtly, and the Holy Knight turned to ready the rest of the soldiers to depart...but once they were certain she would not turn (and would not see, even if she did), they reached out, stopping Edelgard from following. 

“Yes, my teacher?” the princess asked. 

They could rarely guess at their own expressions, for better or worse.  Often enough, they’d been told they lacked all emotion.  But they saw Edelgard’s brow knit in concern as they released her.  <If you think forfeiting the lives of your people is necessary for any reason, then you are not fit to rule.>

They did not wait for a response.  They merely followed in Catherine’s wake, seeking out the rest of their students and hoping they might find the words to help them in the wake of so much senseless death.

#replies #vitunhienokivi #fanfiction #fire emblem: three houses #byleth eisner #edelgard von hresvelg #basically we're taking the black eagles route and kicking it off the rails #pure wish fulfillment here #getting to say everything i really wanted to say #but that the game barred me from saying with limited dialogue options #it's gonna be fun #at least for me

[sky-writes-daydreams]

Fictober Day nine

Prompt: #9

Fandom: FE 3H

Rating: G

Warnings/ tags: mentions of posion, dark humor, oc with canon. Hubert, Black Eagles, Skye OC

“Well this is unexpected… but not Unappreciated.”

“I figured it was time for a change of pace. You’re always asking me after all. I figured I would repay the favor.” I laughed a bit as Hubert slid my chair up to the table for me before sitting across from me. The Tea garden wasn’t popular today so it was just the two of us out here. He poured the tea carefully with a wonderful selection of sweets close by. I smiled at the young man.

“How are you?”

“Decent. I was up and down all night keeping an eye on Eldegard again. She’s been having nightmares.”

“Again?”

“Sadly yes. There was a new name in them last night.” I Stopped then feeling my face go red.

“Don’t say it..”

“So you knew.”

“No. I just have a gut feeling.” He chuckled then handing over my cup.

“Yes it would see your stunt in the last battle scared my lady.”

“It’s not like I meant to.” I picked up the porcelain cup gently then holding the warm cup close.

“Thank you Hubert…. Is this Hresvelg?”

“No sadly they were out. Bergamot.” I nodded getting a taste.

“Hm… I can see why you enjoy it.” He smiled gently then taking a sip.

“It does have an interesting flavor.”

“Agree.. But there is a certain taste to it. I’m not sure what it is.” I took another drink then trying to figure it out. Hubert chuckled then putting his cup down relaxing.

“It’s cyanide.” I stopped then.

“Excuse me?”

“It’s Cyanide. I poisoned you.” I blinked slowly then before looking down and shrugging.

“Oh well. Tastes pretty damn good to me.” Hubert stopped then before I heard it. Low chuckles that quickly became full laughter. I set down my cup giggling as well as the laughter caught on.

“By the goddess Skye, Does nothing ever bug you?”

“Um ... if anything happened to Edelgard. Otherwise… Not really no.” He just laughed and shook his head.

“You are a wonder…”

“So are you. So seriously… What blend did you make?”

“Just a bit of Sugar and honey is all. I thought of adding some lemon zest to add some acid.”

“Oh that wouldn’t have been bad… Orange would work as well.”

“Oh true. But I like saving that for the Hresvelg Blend.” I just smiled then and stole a cookie before getting a bite.

“Did you poison the treats as well?”

“Maybe. Why?”

“Just curious how many you have. Between you and claude, We could probably poison most everyone here.”

“Claude goes for minor inconveniences. I prefer to be direct… not to say I didn’t leave a recipe for one that causes temporary blindness under his door last week.” I laughed then as Hubert just smiled.

Across the way, Walking with Dorthea, Edelgard looked over. To see her lover and her most trusted friend getting along so well, she couldn’t help but smile.

“What’s going on El?”

“Hubert took skye to Tea. Seems they’re having a good time.” Dorthea leaned over and smiled as she saw Hubert double over laughing as Skye leaned back almost falling. Hubert caught her ankle to stop it but that only set them off more. Eldegard shook her head then.

“As long as he didn’t honestly poison her, I guess it’s safe.”

“You really think he would?”

“With Hubert… I never honestly know.” They kept heading away but she couldn’t help but smile. It was nice to see him making friends beside her. 

#fictober19 #fe3h #fe3h oc #fe3h hubert #black eagles #sky writes

[aloy97]

I’ve to “ tag” you this way, because idk i can’t find you honey❤️✨

Disclaimer:

i don’t write usually in another language, so it’s possible that some things are different, because i write before in my language , and then i translate it in english.

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 for the  Fanfic Prompt List  this lady has ask me :  9)“You don’t remember last night at all, do you?    and 18) “This is… exactly what it looks like.”

i’m gonna start with  n°18

“This is… exactly what it looks like.”

  SUB ENG:Coming back to the HQ after months is almost a dream, also because I almost started to get bored to cut up monsters and traitors, maybe I had to understand it from the beginning that miiko saw me already at the time as an ANBU (mercenary who renounces his feelings and becomes a war machine).It has been difficult to come back here, to miiko it doesn't matter the fact that Valkyon's younger sister is "only", as well as the guardian of the ancestral guard, of the H.Q in Lunaria. A small H.Q distant 3h north west from Eel.

That woman, other than a little angel is more cruel than the glacial lizard that I quartered a few hours ago but apart from that..

I miss my husband's cretin, Nevra ..Ours is not really, in fact, it has never been a standard relationship, it is easier to say that everyone goes his own way and meets only for the pure physical pleasure.

The fact is that I would like to commit myself but the distance and duties come first but basically yes, I think I want something more, only that filibuster devours-tubers, it doesn't matter.And perhaps it is also why he does not feel any resentment of other women, as it is also true that I enjoy having him raise existential doubts and a terrible remorse whenever we talk to each other.

.ykhar: hij !!!, are you listening to me ?? * an overactive brownie skipped with forms to fill out.The usual report to fill out perennially *

Hij: uh? * Lowered his gaze, compared to ykhar, hij was very tall to be a woman.1.85 tall * excuse me little girl  I have other thoughts on my mind .. * sighed writing little and nothing,  she has alwyas hated to write the summary as i primary school children

*ykhar: PEEEEERFECT, miiko is waiting for you in the crystal room!. You know he wants to see you too ..

.Hij: i know , i know* shrugged, starting * ah one last thing .. * he turned to the dear brownie who at that moment was looking at her with a great sense of fear  almost frightening, despite being the sister of his best friend * tell   to the dazed of nevra that  he can also stop making himself  each  dumpster that walks near here. * and with a lot of non-chalance, he continued, preventing ykhar from repeating, entering the HQ .There was no one waiting for her, except the brother who heard him hammering in the forge. Without getting too talkative, Hij greeted him with a nod, going straight to the crystal room *

"Going through the dorms is almost disgusting, too many memories and too many dead people, like Mery, who I haven't had time to say goodbye .... Even though that child was a ball and chain, he was the only one when I had the moon crooked  able to made me smile, well except ..that  imbecile of nevr- "

* his thoughts were interrupted by whom ?, from the source of his thoughts, the presumed" husband ", nevra.there was a brief intersection of looks, followed from the usual smile winking  "of  slaps " on the part of nevra, which unfortunately did not find any positive result, given that Hij pulverized it with his eyes stares .Nevra had to remember that it was still the sister of his best friend, compared to valkyon was not a lamb, although from the outifit it seemed  a lot ..One thing that hated deeply was that of being ignored, well, with hij it was almost a routine. The fact is that his dear little wife passed on, dodging a strand of hair in a sensual way, entering directly into the crystal room. *

Hij: Miiko ... Ykhar told me to come to you, well? ... * amber eyes burned almost by how serious and emotionless they were *

Miiko: First of all, well back, to tell the truth I didn't want to tell you anything in particular, if not-

Hij: if  not that , you wanted  to make me  waste my time, received. I do without these speeches to make you seem to have a clear conscience. If you have any task to entrust to me, let me know in Ykhar or Alajea. Good day.

* Head up, step proud , he went on, going to the canteen, Another place teeming with intrusive and noisy people, two things that could not coincide with the type of mentality of Hij. Already irritated, hearing the shouting even from above the dormitories, she went on, entering the canteen. After a brief glance in search of an empty seat, she surrendered to the idea of ​​having to sit with the other head guards ... Nevra watched her from time to time so much it seemed a puppy , because in the end this was what it seemed. *

Hij: nevra, do you want to make yourself useful? * Mumbled looking at him with challenge *

Nevra: what do you mean "miss female version of valkyon"?

Hij: You know what you can do as much as I tell you this ... And the first thing is * he took his face firmly, forcing him to look her straight in the eye * take off  your clothes and go straight to the room.  i'll erase to your mind  the desire to inspect every vagina in the HQ, at all costs

* needless to say, like a puppy Nevra took Hij's words literally, taking her in his arms to carry her to  his bedroom. Their relationship, even if it is quite questionable, is beautiful because it is particular. Both love each other but are too proud and bold to admit it reciprocally. Even if it is "not exactly as it seems" and it is not a standard report *

-------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------ Non scrivo di solito in un'altra lingua, quindi è possibile che alcune cose siano diverse, perché prima scrivo nella mia lingua e poi la traduco in inglese. per la lista dei fanfic questa ragazza mi ha chiesto: 9) "Non ti ricordi la scorsa notte, vero? e 18) "Questo è ... esattamente come sembra." comincerò col n ° 18 "Questo è ... esattamente come sembra."

SUB ITA : Tornare al H.Q dopo mesi è quasi un sogno, anche perchè cominciavo quasi ad annoiarmi a squartare mostri e traditori,forse dovevo capirlo sin dall’inizio  che miiko mi vedeva già ai tempi come un ANBU.(mercenario che rinuncia ai suoi sentimenti e diventa una macchina da guerra).

E’ stato difficile tornare qui, a miiko non importa il fatto che sia  “ solo”  la sorellina minore di Valkyon, oltre che beh, capoguardia  della guardia ancestrale ,del H.Q a Lunaria.Un piccolo H.Q distante 3h a nord ovest da  Eel.

Quella donna , altro che angioletto è più crudele della lucertola glaciale che ho squartato poche ore fa ma a parte questo..Mi manca da morire quel cretino di mio marito, Nevra..

La nostra non è proprio, anzi, non è mai stata una relazione standard è più facile dire che ognuno va per la sua strada e ci si incontra solo per il puro piacre fisico.

Il fatto è che vorrei  impegnarmi  ma la distanza e  i doveri vengono per primi ma sostanzialmente  si,  credo di volere qualcosa di più, solo che a  quel filibustiere divora-tuberi, non importa.

E forse è anche per questo che lui non prova rancore a farsi altre donne  , come è anche vero il fatto che  io mi diverta fargli salire dubbi esistenzali e  un rimorso atroce ogni  qual volta   che ci parliamo.

ykhar: hij!!!, mi stai ascoltando?? * una brownie iperattiva  saltellava con dei moduli da compilare.Il solito  rapporto da   compilare perennemente*

Hij: uh?* abbassò lo sguardo,rispetto a ykhar , hij era  molto alta per essere una donna.1.85 di altezza*  scusami scricciolina, ho altri pensieri per la testa..*sospirò scrivendo poco e nulla, odiava scrivere il riassunto come i bambini delle scuole elementari*

ykhar: PEEEEERFECT, miiko ti aspetta nella sala del cristallo!.Lo Sai che ti vuole vedere anche...

Hij: già  già  * fece spallucce avviandosi* ah un ultima cosa..* si voltò verso la cara brownie che in quel momento   la guardava impanicatissima, metteva quasi paura, pur essendo la sorella del suo migliore amico* Dii a  quello stordito di nevra che può pure smetterla di farsi ogni cassonetto che passeggia qui vicino.*e con molta non-chalance, proseguì , impedendo a ykhar di ribattere,entrando nel  H.Q.  .Ad attenderla non c’era nessuno, tranne il fratello che lo si sentiva martellare dalla forgia.Senza perdersi troppo in chiacchiere,Hij lo salutò con un cenno , andando dritta verso la sala del  cristallo*

“ Passare per i dormitori è quasi  stomachevole,troppi ricordi e troppa gente morta,  tipo Mery , che non ho fatto in tempo a salutare ....Anche se quel bambino era una palla al piede, era l’unico che quando avevo la luna storta mi faceva sorridere, oltre beh..Quell’imbecille di nevr-“  * i suoi pensieri furono interrotti  da chi?, dalla fonte dei suoi pensieri, il presunto “ marito”, nevra..Ci fu un breve incrocio di sguardi, susseguito dal solito sorriso ammiccante da schiaffi da parte di nevra, che purtroppo non riscontrava alcun esito positivo, visto che Hij lo polverizzava  con lo sguardo.Nevra doveva ricordarsi che era pur sempre la sorella del suo miglior amico, rispetto a valkyon non era un agnellino, anche se dall’outifit sembrava esserlo..Una cosa che nevra odiava profondamente era quella di essere ignorato, beh, con hij era una routine quasi. Fatto sta che La sua cara mogliettina passò oltre, scansandosi una ciocca di capelli  con fare suadente, entrando direttamente nella sala del cristallo.*

Hij:Miiko...Ykhar mi ha detto di venire da te, ebbene?...*gli occhi ambrati bruciavano quasi da quanto erano seri e privi di emozione alcuna*

Miiko: Innanzitutto ben tornata,a dire il vero non volevo dirti nulla di particolare, se non-

Hij: se non che volevi farmi perdere tempo,ricevuto.Ne faccio a meno di questi discorsetti per farti sembrare di avere la coscienza pulita.Se hai qualche compito da affidarmi, comunicalo a Ykhar o Alajea.Buona giornata.* Testa alta, passo fiero, proseguì, andando verso la mensa, Altro luogo brulicante di gente invadente e chiassosa,due cose che non potevano  coincidere con il tipo di mentalità  di Hij. Già irritata, sentendo gli schiamazzi persino da sopra i dormitori, proseguì, entrando in mensa.Dopo un breve sguardo alla ricerca di un posto libero, si arrese all’idea di doversi sedere con gli altri capoguardia...Nevra la osservava di tanto in tanto, con aria da cucciolo bastonato, perchè in fondo era questo quello che sembrava.*

 Hij: nevra, vuoi renderti utile?* biascicò guardandolo con sfida*

Nevra: che intendi “miss valkyon al femminile?“

Hij: Lo sai bene cosa puoi fare quanto ti dico questo...E la prima cosa è*gli prese il viso saldamente obbligandolo a guardarla dritto negli occhi* toglierti questi vestiti da fighetta e filare dritto in camera.Farò in modo di farti passare la voglia di ispezionare ogni vagina del H.Q,costi quel che costi.

* inutile dire che come un cagnolino Nevra prese alla lettera le parole di Hij, prendendola in braccio per portarla nella sua camera da letto.Il loro rapporto anche se è   parecchio discutibile è  bello perchè è particolare..Entrambi si amano ma sono troppo orgogliosi e sfrontati per ammetterlo reciprocamente..Anche  se  si “ non è esattamente come sembra” e non è un rapporto standard*

#eldarya #eldarya rants #eldarya companions #Eldarya Rambles #nevra #nevra’s girlfriend

[nalyra-dreaming]

HannibalCon RDC3 - day 2: personal recap

Day2: Hopefully with a few less spelling and typing errors (sorry!). So my inner clock woke me again at 5:30, making me extremely grateful that I actually went to my room, bathtub and bed yesterday evening after the truly astonishing, hilarious and fantastic FannibalMusical and the equally awesome Cosplay contest. My voice was nearly gone from all the squealing and whistling and cheering on :). More of that later. The hotel has english breakfast, which is yummy but I truly can't quite stomach it on not enough sleep so I stuck to croissant with fruit which is also quite alright^^. My first stop for the day was for my photoshoot with Aaron and Scott and I asked them to do bunny ears on me and I LOVE how their expressions turned out^^. (link further down) They are both very sweet and kind and it has been my honor to meet them here, hopefully will happen again (damn, I'm getting emotional and there is still one whole day ahead, geez). Anyway, small break after that, got my additional autograph vouchers and then went back to queue for Hugh. Probably the longest and fastest building queue.... ^^. They went through the queue to get to the room for the group photo (which I didn't take) and you know, it's something you have to say for Starfury: they're "near". Meaning, they don't just show up for two minutes of stage time and then get escorted back by heavy security as in other cons, but they're actually there, walking around. Of course they retreat after the various shoots and panels but they don't get hid away in a sense. You get to walk by Hugh Dancy in a corridor on chance. They walk right through the crowd to the shoot. They sit next at the table to you or at the contest at a table just over there. It's.... intimate :P. And very very precious and appreciated. There is like a feedback loop of energy that will buffet you for the days there, and, from experience, for the months to come. Anyway, I have to say Demore's calming me down the evening prior had helped and of course having seen them up close before I wasn't -quite- as nervous as at the last con anymore for the photos. Still ran little circles into the carpet and probably drove everybody around me nuts. I'm sorry guys (whoever stood around me). Hugh did something close to what Eddie Izzard did, he greeted you (with a smile) and then offered you an open embrace. I know other people asked for various poses (and got them, he said at the panel he even picked someone up^^ (which he apparently shouldn't have^^)), but honestly, that posing was just fine with me. I mean, I got to embrace Hugh?^^ (link farther down) Just noticing that you can't see my hand which was around his back and very lightly on his waist. Well you all know he is built from The Path. Just sayin'. I said thank you and he said you're welcome and 'I love your shirt'. Which is so nice because these little comments aren't prompted. And I love that the smile reaches his eyes. I think / hope he had a fantastic time this weekend, as we all did (imho). I had to go right to the next queue for Bryan and Bryan + Demore next. And you know Bryan probably had the time of his life (bless him). I asked him for a hug and I got a really tight one - not for the camera. *sniff* He asked how much I'd slept and laughed when I said 'not much, 3h'. Got another hug for the camera. It must have been hell for his back because he bent down and went slightly low with his legs all the time but... look at it.^^ (link below) He is taller than Hugh^^. Thank you, Bryan. I hate myself in here but I remember the feeling and that is the bestest ^^. Just a few minutes later was the pic with Bryan and Demore and I asked them for bunny ears as well and look. At. Their. Faces. *g* I love^^. (Pics here: https://twitter.com/allionne/status/835483248990044160 and https://twitter.com/allionne/status/835497370846695424) I went to the main hall after since Aarons and Scotts panel was up (Hughs and Bryans signing was moved through sheer fannibal queuing force^^ (another thing, Starfury does not cut the lines and I'm grateful for that... it just might take longer and things might get moved around a bit. I heard from the SDCC? that they cut the autograph lines for Hugh there and... imagine that. That sucks.) You can see the pics from the panel (you may take photos as you wish, but no filming) on twitter. It was -hilarious-. I mean, even Martha commented on it^^. Somebody brought Hannibals collar from Digestivo and "Margot" had a riding crop and... well. There were high heels involved as well and Aaron lost it on stage. Just.... read through the tag. They reaaaaallly love to play off each other. God I hope we get more of team Sassy Science. I admit I skipped Ellens and Demores talk after that because I needed food. We went over to the unhealthy but cheaper option and collected our autograph items for later. Hughs and Bryans panel was next. Only.... Bryan was still busy and so Hugh did the panel alone for the most part. And I think he was a bit ... not reserved exactly but careful as to how he phrased things? He did have a lot of fun though I think, some of it made him laugh in earnest and blush :P. He gives very honest and deep answers and that is fascinating to witness. Also, yes, his face is that mobile and it is astonishing^^. I had to go and queue for autographs close to the supposed end, I learned later that I just missed Bryan (though I did hear the cheering and surmised as much) and well. Go and read the tag. Bryan apparently almost opened the thing with telling everyone that Will&Hannibal would switch. And appently nobody even really asked the topping/bottoming question *g*. Anyway, I'm told it was a blast and that Hugh really was a bit relieved and Bryan called Hugh his crutch and that Will would stay part of Hannibal. They will give another panel today and I. Cannot. Wait. Signing was very nice and relaxed, I had he ad signed and I had to grin a lot when I saw that they had put Scott and Aaron on opposite sides of the line..... LOL. Anyway, went and collected photos inbetween and then went to the lobby to distribute more badges to their owner. At least I managed 3 (yay!) Also got to meet the lovely @vourer (Twitter) and I got my art book from @hanniwill (so beautiful!). Went to my room for an aspirin and a breather and then queued early in front of the door to the main hall because I wanted a seat at a table in front (and got it, yay!). The Hannibal musical was a riot, as mentioned before. And the booklet is extremely beautiful, made up with art and pics of the performers and I was so happy when 'they' joined and watched as well, and I think they had the time of their lives as well. Or I hope so, because we did^^. Hugh blushed with the final scene^^. (They were in my direct left side line of vision when I watched the stage, I ended up holding up my arm the whole time because I got distracted watching them^^^). Kudos to all those that made that happen, what a highlight. Cosplay contest was another one, topped off by Bryan coming in with -his- Hannibal suit (you know the red black one) and Hugh in pyjamas, slippers and Masons blue robe. Thank you gods^^. The cosplays were diverse and hilarious at times (Funko pop hawaiian murder husbands!!) but Kay blew them away with her Mason makeup. And yes, it was.... whoa. ^^ We sang happy birthday for Demore and I think he was really moved. Precious. I went to bathtub and bed after that because my inner clock sucks and I wanted to be able to be fit "enough" for the next day... because there's still one photoshoot coming up... Bryan and Hugh. *giddy* And their autographs^^. And panels. And lots of tears tonight.

#hannibal #hannibalcon #rdc3 #hugh dancy #bryan fuller #aaron abrams #scott thompson #ellen muth #demore barnes #incredible time there