#seteth x reader

[glowingbadger]

hello! can i request body worship and seteth 💕

that dragon man of cloth dilf makes me act up so badly, I want to spoil and pamper him so bad- SETETH LET ME LOVE YOU !!!!!!!!

I need a Seteth break goddamnit let's DO IT Seriously all of my prompts having to do with him are always a thousand times easier and more engaging for me than for most other charracters lmao I'm done pretending I don't play favorites

For the record I'm pretty sure I ended up filtering out a few Body Worship requests because I just got so many and it's a pretty vanilla kink even by the standards of that list lmao (those two factors are probably very related) but I kept a couple for my fav and/or less commonly requested characters

Reader-chan ended up pretty talkative in this one lol but that's because Seteth needs to be told how hot he is, and that's that.

Seteth (FE3H) x GN!Reader

Kink prompts list #2 - body worship

NSFW 18+

Your thighs fit snug around Seteth's hips as you straddle him on his bed, then press your bare body flush to his and kiss him. He groans into your mouth when your tongue eagerly meets his, and while he seems surprised by your aggressive advances, it's not long before his fingers are dragging through your hair while his free hand grips hard at your hip. You've learned by now that Seteth can be passionate- practically ferocious, under the right circumstances, and tonight you want him urgently.

Your fingernails drag down his torso from above his undershirt, and his breeches barely contain the potent throbbing of his growing member against you. His fingers tighten in your hair, guiding your head aside so he can kiss down the side of your throat.

"You are... enthusiastic tonight, my love," he whispers to you, lips lingering close enough that you can feel the graze of his beard on your skin.

"Of course I am," you say, "I've been thinking about this ever since training today. You don't often join routine training with the others," you go on, your tone unabashedly lustful as you nip at the shell of his pointed ear, "It's a rare treat to get to watch you like that- and I know I wasn't the only one looking."

He scoffs, turning his head and muttering,

"Dearest, that's..."

"Objectively correct?" you retort playfully, lifting yourself over him enough to get a clear look at his face, while not relieving any of the pressure of your lower body against his.

"That's not- it's, it's patently ridiculous..!" the hand not occupied at your hip shyly covers his mouth, and he refuses to meet your eye. You've seen Seteth flustered plenty of times by now- it's not hard to do, when he keeps himself so tightly wound -but this bashfulness is new. You smile, an eyebrow slightly quirked.

"Seteth," you say with play-admonishment, "Do you seriously not know that you're incredibly handsome?"

He's silent for a moment, then exhales and says with his gaze still stubbornly averted,

"I... have not considered my physical appearance often, these past centuries. Aside from maintaining a level of decorum given my station, and the obvious need to conceal some things," you nod, knowing he's referring to the ears you find so charming, "I suppose that as long as you are pleased, the rest is... immaterial."

"Well, I am certainly pleased," you say while you indulgently run your hands down the front of his body, feeling how his muscles tense beneath his shirt, "But now I think I need to help you realize just how attractive you actually are."

"My love..."

You take his hand in yours, and hold it cradled against your cheek for a moment.

"To start, I adore your hands," your touch is gentle as your fingers trace the strong but elegant line up his forearms to his hands, enjoying the handsome veins and contours of them. Seteth's complexion is dyed pink as he watches you with rapt attention, and you kiss his each of his fingers in turn.

"You're always so good to me with them, too," you say, and when your tongue circles his fingertip and your teeth offer him a single playful nip, you feel his cock throb at your inner thigh. Slowly, so he can watch, you kiss down his palm to his inner wrist, where you grant him one more teasing bite. His brow furrows, and he breathes out your name like a secret- like a blasphemy he might conceal even from the Goddess herself. Still, your focus is unwavering.

Your hands run down his arms, and you can feel his hair stand on end with each inch you pass over.

"Your arms are so strong, I love that you can hold me, pin me down, position me however you like- you make it look effortless."

"It feels effortless," he says, his voice low and laden with lust, "when you make me desire you so fervently."

"Mmm, but you're even more sexy when you exert yourself," your grin becomes ever more coy, and you wiggle your hips just enough to rut yourself against his sizeable erection.

"Sexy?" he utters a dismissive sound like a short laugh, though his face is a dark and ruddy red now. It's a foreign sounding word, in his voice, and you wonder if he's ever spoken it before.

"Extremely sexy," you reply, and now you run your hands warm along his chest. You enjoy the swell of the pectoral muscles you'd stolen glances at earlier that day, when the lightweight shirt he'd worn for training had clung there to his sweat dewed skin. "I almost didn't want the others seeing you like that at training. But then, I do like to brag about you, so maybe it's not so bad."

"De- Dearest, surely you don't-"

"You didn't think soldiers talk about the weather over our post-battle drinks, did you?" you smile sweetly as you open the remaining lower buttons of his undershirt and push his clothes out of the way.

"Well, certainly not but-"

"I love the looks on their faces when I tell them about how gorgeous your body is. Your chest..." you trail a single finger down the central line of his torso as you speak, "Your abs... all of these beautiful old scars... and aaaall the way down to this wonderful little trail of hair," Seteth shivers as your fingernail drags down the line of hair from his lower stomach leading down below the hem of his pants. Then, without a word, you tug the front of those breeches down and free his towering manhood, throbbing and crowned with a touch of precum. You run your hand tenderly up its length, admiring its sheer mass, the heat of it in your palm, the bulging veins. It's obvious how your words have provoked him, and the realization only encourages you further.

"And this cock- Goddess, Seteth, do you even know how many men would give anything to be half your size?"

"That's- well, given my, er, unique heritage, it's hardly- that is, my size is more typical of men of my kind," self-consciousness has him babbling, and you hold back a laugh. If he weren't so desirable, he'd be utterly adorable. You watch him with both lust and adoration as you stroke up and down the length of his shaft, pumping his cock steadily until you see his lips slightly part and his breath start to quicken.

"Darling, please," he says, his eyes shining with earnest desire, "I am not certain how much more of this I can endure..."

"Oh?" you sweetly laugh, rubbing your thumb in firm circles around his tip until you feel it slicken with even more precum, "You're surprisingly weak to flattery."

"Only from you."

He inhales slowly as you release his cock and shift forward on his lap. Seteth is nothing if not an expert in restraint, yet you catch the way his hands flex tight at your hips when you settle with his throbbing member snug against your lower body. You're well aware- by the time he starts showing outward signs of impatience, he's near delirious with need for you, fighting the urge to ravish you completely. But you're not satisfied just yet. He needs to know the extent of your longing for him, how positively alluring he is, how his body drives you mad with lust.

Your hands travel tantalizingly back up his tight musculature as you lean down over him once more and comb your fingers into his hair as your lips lightly brush his.

"That's good," you murmur softly, "because I'm not nearly done worshiping my favorite Saint."

#kink prompt #fire emblem #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem smut #seteth #seteth x reader #fire emblem x reader #seteth fire emblem #fe3h x reader #not sfw #body worship #few3h #fire emblem three hopes

[frickingnerd]

yandere seteth

pairing: seteth x gn!reader

tags: overprotective seteth, mentions of flayn, unhealthy behaviour, locked away, dependent yandere

seteth is a very overprotective yandere!

he's already overprotective of flayn and you know he tends to be very protective, but it's even more extreme when it comes to you!

seteth tends to lock you away for your own safety at the smallest hint of danger!

you aren't always locked away, but the majority of your time is spend locked away or with seteth by your side

seteth doesn't trust a lot of people and the only other person he allows you to spend time with all on your own is flayn

seteth wants you and flayn to get along, since the two of you are the most important people in the whole world to him!

seteth is only happy when he's with you and flayn and he's very dependent on you!

seteth wants to marry you as soon as he can and for you to become a parent to flayn, so that the three of you can become a real family!

he's absolutely obsessed with you and this idea of becoming a family, so he does everything to please you and make you love him!

#seteth x reader #cichol #seteth #x reader #x you #x y/n #x gn reader #fluff #headcanons #yandere #yandere seteth #fire emblem three hopes #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem #fe3h #fe3h x reader

[demigoddessqueens]

Excuse me! Sir! I just—, sir!! Pls!! Sir???

👐🙏🤲💕💍

#gamingedit #fire emblem #fire emblem three hopes #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #sethleth #fire emblem seteth #byleth x seteth #seteth x reader #fire emblem x reader #few3h #few3h spoilers #few3h x reader #malewife #saint cichol

[sothisblessmysoul]

༓ʚ Fun To Tease ɞ༓

Summary: How Edelgard, Hubert, Seteth, Hanneman, and Rhea react to having an easily flustered lover.

༓Edelgard von Hresvelg  She doesn’t mind. It’s just how you are. But Edelgard is a very cool and reliable woman, and so used to taking responsibility that she doesn’t typically realize what she has said or done until you blush, making her flustered in return. A few examples are when you were hurt and she effortlessly lifted you in bridal style or when she shielded you with her body, trapping and pinning you against the wall.

༓Hubert von Vestra  If he is being honest Hubert finds it so amusing that he actively tries to see you become flustered, a devilish smirk on his face whenever he does it. He doesn’t get too flustered by things or not as easily as you do. However, the things he will do to get a reaction out of you is bushing his hand or fingers against your skin that’s so faint it is a ghostly touch, leaving goosebumps behind. Or kisses he promised to give you but makes you work for it instead with a smirk.

༓Seteth  He doesn’t get nearly as flustered as Edelgard or Hanneman although depending on how intimate the situation is between the two of you will make him blush. But there is something so cute with how you react that it makes him subconsciously more flirtatious, more heart-racing behavior. Stolen moments are hidden away in a dark corner of the room to not get caught by others as he sneaks kisses, touches, and low whispers against your ears. Each reaction makes him chuckle in response.

༓Hanneman von Essar  Unless told why your face is often blushing it will take him a while because Hanneman can’t see someone getting flustered over his dorky self. Although if told or once he realizes it, he’ll blush as well especially if you are the one who told him. Hanneman almost feels like an awkward schoolboy who trips over his words when you respond to his actions. He is too much of a gentleman to attempt to make you react like this on purpose.

༓Rhea  Likewise to Seteth and Hubert, she finds it quite adorable. She loves your reactions so much that compared to the others, she is more aggressive, actively trying to make you a mess. Soft touches on your skin that are followed by kisses or blowing air against your ears. One favorite of Rhea’s is kissing you after she or you had something sweet to eat, it makes her almost want to eat you, making her lick your lips a little. Anyone would be shocked to see her behavior but if anyone was to comment on it, the only reply from Rhea is a closed-eye smile because it’s nearly impossible to fluster her.

#edelgard x reader #seteth x reader #fe3h imagine #fe3h react #hubert x reader #*hanneman x reader #rhea x reader #fe3h headcanons #black eagles #silver snow #church of seiros #rhea gives me such 'ara ara' mommy vibes

[acethatlovesdinos]

I made a post way early in my blog about how certain fe3h characters would be better if they weren't so dedicated to a single other person or ideal.

for example; Seteth and Flayn are wonderful people, with unique personalities and a well-developed design and backstory.

At several points in the story, regardless of route, you can even see Seteth question some of Rhea's actions and decisions....and it left me longing for a story in which I could fight alongside the Empire but maintain a bond with my beloved saints. (I'm sorry I really just don't like the archbishop leave me be lmao). Plus she kinda loses her mind during CF too, and I'm positive they'd catch on and be concerned.

Anyway so this story is gonna take place at some point along Crimson Flower, and Reader is meant to be the former professor of the Black Eagles. Whether it's Byleth or a self-insert, that's for you to decide, anyway enough rambling let's goooo

1.6k words, angst galore

first person SetethxReader(Byleth?) Alois also makes an appearance

warnings: Literal warzone in the beginning. Reader is shot (with arrows). not sure if it counts as a warning but I used the term "saints" and "goddess" in the context where we usually would say "god" since it seemed fitting lol

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I sent off the last messenger hawk, watching it fly over the horizon and out of sight.

Communication and negotiations have gone surprisingly well so far, and the Church has agreed to meet up and talk. Edelgard and I agreed that talking it out would be a good first step to avoid more bloodshed, but just in case they had other plans, we would be bringing an army with us.

The day we set for negotiating finally arrived, and we rode up to Magdred in droves. Seemed they had the same idea, as an entire army stood behind Seteth, sat nobly on his wyvern's back.

I stepped off my horse, leaving my sword with it. The only movement in the field was between the high priest and myself, slowly walking toward one another. It was eerily silent, the wind whistling through the trees hushing every other sound.

We finally met in the center of the field, and I parted my lips to speak. "Seteth. I-"

I froze, my ears perking up just in time to pick up an all-too-familiar sound. I knew what it was, but I couldn't react fast enough.

SHNK.

SHNK.

SHNK.

All at once, before I could even move, three arrows found their place deep within my chest.

My heart pounded in my ears. I stared at Seteth, shock, fear, and betrayal rampant in my expression. I was unarmed. I was there to talk. Why did they...? But his eyes seemed to share the same feelings. It...didn't make sense.

Everything was silent, all sides too taken aback to even realize what happened.

My stance swayed, I staggered for a second, then I fell, the metal pieces of my armor clanking as they met the dirt.

Hell broke loose once my head hit the ground. I heard roars from both sides as each army advanced, enveloping the field in violent noise that had been silent mere moments ago.

Someone grabbed me. I...I couldn't tell who. My eyes wouldn't focus, my body felt cold. I was pulled into a protected embrace, and a distant voice echoed in my ears as the warmth of rushed, desperate healing spells washed over me.

"Y/N! Y/N, listen to me! Keep your eyes open! I need you to stay awake, please! Hold on!"

Saints above, everything ached when my eyes opened again. My pained groan alerted the guardian at my side, Alois, who looked like he hadn't slept in days. A shaken gasp made way for a relieved sigh and a tired smile, and I could tell it took a lot of internal force for him not to hug me.

A proper look around made me realize I was in the infirmary back at Garreg Mach, and three bloodied patches of bandage stretched across my torso. Ouch. Manuela knelt by a different cot, no doubt tending to another casualty from the fight.

"I...I don't remember much. I walked up to talk, and I heard the arrows...then...?"

Alois sighed. "Yeah. We had to retreat afterward, but so did they. We're...still trying to figure things out." As if he sensed the rising panic in my mind, he immediately followed, "your class is fine. Edelgard took the lead after you fell." I nodded, relief overtaking the stabbing pain in my chest. They weren't my students anymore, but I still call them 'my kids' now and again. He smiled weakly. "...just like you to be worried about your allies despite your own injuries."

I chuckled, but the moment was brief, and I clutched my chest. The rumble of laughter just shot the pain through me. With a sigh and a stretch, I pulled myself to sit up, getting a better look at the room. As expected, there wasn't a single empty cot in the room, and my heart ached for the wounded. My eyes scanned the room then froze as my gaze set on a guest, sitting in a chair near the door. His emerald eyes locked with mine, and a sneer pulled at my lips. His name fell from my mouth like acid, as if I spat a curse between the syllables.

"Seteth."

He almost flinched at my voice, looking away with so many emotions behind his eyes. Alois put a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Ease up, kid... he's the reason you're still breathing..." I paused. The...reason? No, that couldn't be right. "...he shielded your body with his own back, Y/N. Didn't dare leave your side til the battle ended, and after the fact, he carried you here himself."

So the arms I felt before I passed out...the relief of my injuries on the field...that was...him? I scoffed. "That can't be right..."

I looked back at the holy man, who had stood up and begun to approach. Now that I got a better look at him, he was completely different than how he once held himself. Tired circles lined his eyes, and his usually perfectly styled hair lay askew. His gilded headband was gone, and after a moment's realization, so too were his priestly robes, replaced by one of Hanneman's suits. Unable to help myself, I grinned. "Oh Saints, you look terrible. You a hostage now or something? Did we capture you?" I knew it was petty and childish, but Goddess, it felt good to get back at him in some way. Watching his cheeks redden at the comment made it even better.

He sighed, familiar frustration returning to his tone. "Y/N, the answer to this predicament is simple, you need only to listen." He took a breath, crossing his arms. "I have elected to resign from my position as Rhea's right hand."

...What?

He took a deep breath. "After careful consideration, I determined it would be safer for Flayn and me to make some...adjustments." he sighed. "If you truly are the goddess incarnate as Rhea said, then I have not yet abandoned my faith, but even if you are not, then I will not stray. I...I fear Rhea has...lost herself, in her efforts to overcome this. She is not who she once was, and I feel strongly that she no longer possesses the same values she once held."

I could only laugh, if only at the irony of the situation. "You've suddenly switched sides, and ever so conveniently now that we've got the upper hand. Siding with the victors, I see....can't say I blame you."

He frowned. "Beyond that, the battle that unfolded those days ago was the last time I was going to tolerate her going behind my back." At my confusion, he continued. "I questioned the archers after the fight, specifically the three who fired at you. I had given them explicit instruction not to make a move unless the Empire struck first. We had arranged that meeting out of mutual trust, and I had full intent of respecting that."

That made me frown more. "So then, why did they-?"

He sighed. "Rhea apparently pulled them aside before we left. She told them that you would be conniving and that you would attack me when my guard was down. She told them that once you were in range, they were to fire. Those directions were not known to me until I had practically interrogated them after the battle."

He shook his head. "My negligence caused you grave injury, and I felt...fully responsible for that. At this point I can only beg your forgiveness."

I was quiet for a long while, trying to process his words. "...You and I have stood as enemies for the last five years. Why weren't you just grateful for my downfall?"

"....because...we didn't...I..." he paused, trying to find the words. "I never wanted to be your enemy. But...I was blinded by my obedience to the Archbishop, and my dedication to Seiros. I never wanted this to happen. Flayn has been more at risk in these last five years than she ever was in years past, and the sooner we can conclude this war, the better it will be for us.

I sighed. Of course it was about her. Its always her when it comes to his concerns.

"But...more than that..."

I paused. There's more?

"I am well aware that there are no excuses...but I'd like to explain why I acted how I did." He sighed. "I've seen you fight for years now, watching you lead hundreds of battles to victory. Each and every time, you looked...ethereal, almost divine....untouchable. Somehow, in your incredible strength, your elegant visage, it left my mind that you could get hurt." He frowned. "I'm sure it sounds ridiculous now, but...that was it. And...the moment I saw the arrows pierce your flesh, it felt like the rest of the world disappeared. The realization, that...you could get hurt...that...that you could...die? I just...I don't know. I couldn't....I didn't want to face the possibility of a world without you in it."

He took a deep breath.

"Y/N. That scare made me realize something I should have seen long ago...and that I wish I could have pursued at a better time. But...the truth is...it is that I love you, Y/N."

I sat silent, shocked at every word as I stared up at the fallen priest. What? After everything that unfolded, after all that happened...so much going on...this is what he has to say? I didn't even know where to begin.

My face shifted, void of any feelings, any possible thought. A cold scowl hid my confusion and frustration.

"Get out."

He paused, opening his mouth to speak, but I held up a hand to interject.

"This...really isn't a good time for something like this. Please...just go."

Seteth stared at me, so many thoughts behind his now glossy eyes, so many words under a bitten tongue, but he nodded wordlessly and excused himself from the infirmary. Alois gently put a hand on my arm, but I brushed him away and laid back down. "Not now...please." i let out a shaky breath that I didn't realize I had been holding, and hugged myself as I tried to still my racing mind and heart.

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Aaaaaaaa that went so much longer than I expected but I hope you guys liked it! Let me know if a part 2 interests anyone! Aaaaa i love writing :]

#angst my beloved #setleth #seteth x reader #seteth x byleth #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #three houses #saint cichol #black eagles #crimson flower #silver snow #fanfic

[randoimago]

I'd like to request Seteth (FE3H) with an S/O who accidentally discovers his real identity by seeing his pointy ears, but still fully accepts him. Seteth is so deserving of everything good that comes his way. He's a good man.

S/O Accepting Them

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Characters: Seteth

Type of Request: Headcanons

Notes: I love Seteth so much~

Seteth

Does try to change the subject or come up with an excuse. Yes he has pointy ears but that doesn't mean anything. It could be a birth defect, you shouldn't automatically assume!

But he does feel bad lying to you so he just sighs and tells you the truth. He might as well if you're going to have a deep and meaningful relationship. He will accept whatever opinion you have of him now that his lies come to light.

Is relieved that you are accepting of him despite his deceitfulness.Can't help but wonder what he did to deserve you.

I can imagine you approaching Flayne about the same thing and she's stumbling and flustered until he tells her you know the truth. She probably gets annoyed at him for not letting her know, but she's happy you're super accepting too.

#fire emblem x reader #fe3h x reader #seteth x reader

[jojosbizarrefanfics]

A Sin to Lie - Seteth x Reader 🍋

DILF alert 😮‍💨

This includes: acts of debauchery in a church, some religious themes obvi

The moonlight shone through the stained glass of the chapel, and the only one there to appreciate it was you. Dimitri was here sometimes to appreciate its glow with you, the way it made the colors of the glass look so differently than they did during the day, but you were in your solitude tonight - something you were grateful for as you made your way to the statues of the four saints.

"Ah, there you are."

You turned at the sound of his voice, the smile tugging at the corners of your lips instinctively. This was exactly what you had hoped for. A moment alone with Seteth in the chapel would, ideally, serve the purpose you hoped it would. He was hiding something more than your stolen kisses and intimate embraces, something that you saw lingering behind his eyes. It showed in the tender moments you shared alone in his office or when Manuela was too busy drinking her sorrows away, leaving the infirmary where you worked alongside her to just the two of you.

But here, in the chapel, he'd be faced with both you and the Goddess.

"I'm surprised you're not in bed yet."

"I heard my wyvern crying. After checking on it, I figured a late night stroll would help me retire once more." He was so stiff, still uncertain if you were truly alone here. "Is it just you here tonight?"

"Yes, unless you count the statues of the saints here."

That rare grin, soft and casual, graced his lips as he approached you. "May I ask what has you praying to the Goddess at this late hour?"

"Oh, I'm not praying to the Goddess," you corrected. "I'm praying to one of them."

His eyebrows raised in surprise as he stood beside you in front of the golden statue. "Are you, now?"

"Mhm. Saint Cichol, to be specific." You caught his gaze as you said it, unclasping your hands to reach for one of his.

Seteth maintained his expression. "Interesting. Do you pray to him often?"

You looked for any change in Seteth's demeanor, but found none. "Not particularly, no. But legends say that thanks to his unwavering faith, he was able to perform miracles, and I'm sort of hoping for one."

Seteth's raised brows slowly lowered and then nearly met in the middle as they furrowed. "Is there something you need?" He took your hand - the one interlocked his own - and held it with both of his hands now. "If there's anything you need help with, my dear, you know you can ask me. Right?"

"Oh, I know. It's just... I sense someone close to me is hiding something. So I pray that Saint Cichol can help me. A miracle, so to speak. It's not likely that I'll ever find out what it is they're hiding without divine intervention."

"Perhaps they'll come around soon, then," Seteth said, though his gaze had dropped to your hand that he was holding.

"Seteth," you said in a way that forced his eyes to return to your own. "You know, it is a sin to lie."

He let out a breath that almost sounded like a laugh. "You are correct."

"I will say, you are fantastic about hiding it in public. But when we're alone..." You sighed. "You look at me like there is so much you want to say to me, but you refrain nonetheless."

"You're absolutely right." You were surprised to hear Seteth admit it. "I have my secrets that I keep."

"I hope one day that you'll trust me enough to share them with me."

"I assure you, it has nothing to do with trust. I... I do trust you, earnestly."

You rose a brow at him and said nothing. This was usually how you got him to open up. Your silence put the pressure on him.

"It is just not a burden I would expect anyone to bear alongside me. Besides, I have been holding on to it for so long now that it's hardly anything anymore."

"Seteth..."

He sighed, caught in a lie. "A sin, I know." He lifted one of his hands to brush some of your hair out of your face. "What ever shall I do to repent?" Seteth then pulled your hand up to his lips, brushing them along your knuckles.

You decided to be more forthcoming in your suspicions now. “You could grant me my miracle. Despite the fact that I seldom pray, I’d say I’ve been a rather devout follower of Saint Cichol. Wouldn’t you?”

Seteth’s jaw tensed. It was so subtle that had you been anyone else and any further away from him, you wouldn’t have noticed it. “Are you saying this because of my Crest? Has Hanneman caught your ear?”

“With how much Hanneman and Manuela bicker, I try to avoid him so I don’t get stuck in the middle. So while your Crest does play a factor, I’m ultimately not.” You smiled at him, hoping it would encourage him to open up. “I understand it must be hard to open up after losing your wife, and I don’t expect our relationship to be the same. But I do hope that I can see your heart one day. After all, I’ve bared to you mine. So much so that, if my suspicions are right, I’ve even prayed to you.”

In the silence, you could hear Seteth swallow nervously. “What makes you so certain?”

“You drop the façade around me a bit more than you do everyone else. Don’t worry, I don’t think anybody else suspects what I do.”

“You can’t possibly think I’m actually a saint,” Seteth said, almost as if he were reprimanding you. You’d heard that tone taken with the students before.

“Oh,” you said as you released your hands and moved closure to the Saint Cichol statue, “but I do.”

You looked up at the glimmering, gold figure and the way Saint Cichol held his axe. The soft yet stern expression across his face reminded you of the looks Seteth often saved for you when he was sneaking you smiles in public, your relationship largely a secret from the students.

Seteth’s footsteps echoed in the chamber as he came closer to you. You turned around to face him, the back of your thighs now touching the base of the statue.

“We’re truly alone?”

“That we are.”

Seteth’s knuckles caressed your jaw. “What if it were true?”

You smiled. “I might pray to you more often if it were.”

He laughed, the sound music to your ears. “Have you told anyone about your theory?”

“Just you. I wouldn’t ever dare, Seteth.”

“I know you wouldn’t.”

His kiss that followed felt like confirmation. His hands ran down your arms, holding you close to him as your thighs pressed a bit further against the statue. He said nothing else as your kiss continued, instead letting his roaming hands do the talking for him. It wasn’t like Seteth to usually be so public, but perhaps the late night hour granted you some privileges.

As his hands ran down the front of your blouse, he lingered at your breasts. “May I?”

You nodded, feeling the thrill of being in public course through you. Seteth’s long fingers were meticulous as he unbuttoned your white blouse. Once open, he scooped your breasts out from your brassiere with one hand and then, with the other, scooped you up from behind your thighs. You wrapped your legs around his torso for support, your arms draping around his shoulders.

You were elevated now, with Seteth holding you against the base of the statue. He dipped his head and ran his mouth slowly across the skin of your chest before his tongue darted over one of your nipples. You choked back your soft sigh as he brought his mouth to the erect bud and took his time there. His green hair fell in his eyes as he did, but he looked up past his bangs to you as he switched to the other.

“Is this how Saint Cichol rewards all of his followers?”

Seteth chuckled against your skin as he pulled away from your nipple. The cold that took place in his mouth’s absence was instant. ���This is reserved for only the most devout. I’d say you’ve earned that title.”

One of his hands ran up your thigh and began to hike your skirt up. Seteth soon reached your undergarments and pushed them aside to ghost along the spot where fabric once was.

“Proof of your devotion,” he mused. “Even in a place like this.”

“Is that a sin, too?”

“Oh no,” Seteth said with such softness he almost didn’t sound like himself. His hand lowered to undo his own bottoms, soon revealing his hardened cock to you. “I’d say this is sacramental.”

At that, he was inside of you. You couldn’t help your moan upon Seteth’s entry; he never failed to strike at just the right angle to have you wrapped around him from the first moment. Your nails dug into his shoulders through his navy top as you and Seteth found a rhythm, feeling especially intimate now that you knew the truth of who he really was.

Seteth’s face buried into your neck as his thrusts continued. He was too embarrassed to face himself in this way, so much so that he couldn’t even say it outright despite the fact that you knew. ‘Of course you knew,’ he thought. He loved you because of how observant you were, how quick-witted, yet still so gentle and soft. You had yet to be hardened by hundreds of years, yet your eyes saw his very own for what they were.

He tried to shake his thoughts so he wouldn’t get ahead of himself. His movements were slow yet sharp, allowing the both of you to feel each other thoroughly. Seteth wasn’t completely sure what came over him as he remembered where you were, but it was too late now. The sound of his thrusts lightly echoed in the chamber, amplifying the risk of being caught but fueling Seteth’s sensory overload. The way you felt around him, the quiet mewls that escaped your lips when he wasn’t kissing you, the cool touch statue behind you—it was all too much.

It was exactly as you had planned, unbeknownst to Seteth, though you hadn’t planned on this. You could tell from the way he took his time with you and the way Seteth looked at you that a burden had been lifted, making him more at ease despite being in public.

“I don’t think anyone’s made me feel this way in a thousand years.”

You smiled as he kissed you, thrusts going deeper now. Seteth’s hit just the right angle to make you come undone on him, your moan silenced by his kiss. He wasn’t far behind you, releasing inside you. As you pulled away from the kiss, your chest heaved while you tried to catch your breath and both came down from your orgasms.

“No one can know of this. At least, that we did this here.”

You grinned. “Our secret, Seteth. Luckily for you, I’m good at keeping those.”

Seteth pressed his lips to your jaw as he helped you back to your feet. Once you were both certain you’d left no mess behind, he held an arm out to you, bent at the elbow.

“Shall we?”

You linked your arm with his, a hand resting on the side of his elbow, and retreated to your quarters.

#fire emblem smut #seteth #Seteth smut #seteth x reader #fire emblem fanfic #not sfw

[trytoimaginefireemblem]

Headcanon: Seteth With a Crush Would Be Like...

Request: Seteth having a crush on you? Take your time! ^^

Requested by Anonymous

Word Count: 365

Seteth would not be very open about his feelings for you. Nobody would know about them. Even Seteth tries to deny that his feelings exist.

He would only seek you out if he had some sort of business to work through with you. He wouldn't allow his personal feelings to get in the way of his job.

Seteth would often find his gaze being pulled to you. His work is more important than these feelings he denies. If he found himself being distracted by you, he would start to avoid you.

After a while, Seteth would not be able to deny his feelings anymore. This wouldn't change the way Seteth interacted with you, but he wouldn't berate himself for looking your way.

Flayn would be the first to notice Seteth's feelings toward you. She would ask her father about you. If he wanted to date you and other questions like that. Seteth would not answer any of her questions and would tell her to never bring up the subject again.

Flayn would want her father to try for love again. Instead, she would push you to interact more with Seteth.

Seteth would enjoy this extra time with you. However, he would find it increasingly hard to keep his emotions in check and have a professional relationship with you. They would cause him to push you away.

This distance causes Seteth to become very upset. He cherished spending time with you, and losing that contact makes him miss you. Seteth wouldn't be happy about pushing you away, but he thought it would be for the best to do so.

Seteth would eventually reach out to you. He would want to get to know you better, which would only cause his feelings to grow stronger.

Seteth wouldn't be very open about his feelings for you. He would have a hard time accepting that he has feelings for you because he often finds himself thinking about his wife and is hesitant to say that he has moved on from her. In the end, he accepts his feelings and decides to act on them. Things would start off very slow, but eventually, you would know his feelings for you.

#Fire Emblem #Fire Emblem imagine #Fire Emblem headcanon #Fire Emblem x reader #Fire Emblem Three Houses #Fire Emblem Three Houses imagine #Fire Emblem Three Houses headcanon #Fire Emblem Three Houses x reader #Seteth #Seteth imagine #Seteth headcanon #Seteth x reader #Fire Emblem Seteth #Fire Emblem Seteth imagine #Fire Emblem Seteth headcanon #Fire Emblem Seteth x reader #Fire Emblem Three Houses Seteth #Fire Emblem Three Houses Seteth imagine #Fire Emblem Three Houses Seteth headcanon #Fire Emblem Three Houses Seteth x reader #FE #FE imagine #FE headcanon #FE x reader #FE Three Houses #FE Three Houses imagine #FE Three Houses headcanon #FE Three Houses x reader #FE Seteth #FE Seteth imagine

[imaginethreehouses]

Hi! I just found your blog and I love it! I was wondering if I could send you a seteth request! In which the female reader sprains her ankle, so he carries her back? I know he would worry even if it's just a little sprained ankle. And I'm just sure flayn sees them and is like yep she'll be my mother.

OMG hi! I'm so happy you enjoy my Seteth content! 🥺💙 Of course you can request this, Anon! I'm so happy to see more Seteth fans! Please request all the Seteth prompts that you have. I'll do headcanons because I never finish the full one shots I start, I hope that's okay... 😅

You sprained your ankle while you were training with your students, but you insisted on finishing the lesson and even stayed after they'd left to tidy up the training grounds.

It was there that Seteth caught a glimpse of you, awkwardly jumping around on one leg as you tried to finish your task.

The first thing he'd do is scold you, of course. Do you realise the example you are setting for your students, if you push yourself to work through an injury like that? Do you realise how much worse it can get if you delay seeking medical attention?

Not wanting to concede the point, you'd want to prove you're not actually hurt at all, and try to walk past him to leave after you've put the last wooden lance back in its place.

As soon as you put your full weight on your injured ankle, however, you'd predictably yelp in pain and then trip. Thankfully, Seteth has quick reflexes and is able to catch you.

It would be frankly embarrassing for him to reveal how many times he's wondered what holding you might feel like. Now that he knows, the memory of the moment will live rent-free in his mind.

Seeing that you're about to cry from the pain would make him feel bad, and refrain from scolding you further.

"Um, Seteth...?"

"You have my apologies. I was simply worried." He would say, breaking the eye contact and readjusting his grip on you to lift you off the ground. "I did not mean to stare."

Now it was your turn to be embarrassed. You were glad you couldn't see yourself, because you were certain you had to be blushing red an unnatural amount.

"That's fine." You'd awkardly tell him, avoiding eye contact in panic and holding tighter on to him as to not fall. "T-Thank you for helping me."

"It's nothing." He'd say as he starts to walk, just as awkwardly and stiffly, still trying not to let it show that he feels any sort of way about the situation. "Let's go. It... it won't take long."

Flayn could not help but to giggle at the sight of both your awfully embarrassed faces as Seteth walks into the infirmary with you. The sheer delight in both her and Manuela's faces lets Seteth know that he's doomed — he will never know peace again.

They'd both insist that he stays after he's carefully helped you sit on a stretcher. He'd agree, under the pretext that he'd like to make sure you'll see the whole intervention through.

Once you're both alone again —Flayn and Manuela would make sure that you are— Seteth would offer a more genuine, heartfelt apology for making such a big deal of the whole thing.

There were few things you enjoyed more than having Seteth fret over you. But if it made him actually feel bad, then it was no longer fun.

You'd take his hand and tell him that you all know he only does it because he cares. Frankly, that was all that he needed to hear.

He'd show you the most sincere, soft smile that you'd seen from him yet.

You would be tempted to ask him to lean down so you could kiss him then and there, but before you had the chance, he'd be stiffening up again, and giving some excuse to quickly make his leave.

"Not today", Flayn and Manuela would frown in disappointment from their hiding place. But surely, soon? We can all only hope it will be the case 🤭

#fe3h scenarios #seteth x reader #seteth imagine #fe3h #seteth #seteth x you

[fire-emblem-drabbles]

Master List: Fire Emblem Three Houses

Caspar: I love you “On a sunny Tuesday afternoon, the late sunlight glowing in your hair”,

Claude: I love you “muffled through the other side of the door”,

Dimitri: Vampire Dimi/Friday the 13th,

Dorothea: “Sorry for calling so late-- I couldn’t stop thinking about you”,

Edelgard: “Let me hold you for a while”,

Ferdinand: Centuar Ferdi!, hanahaki but it doesn’t kill dw,

Hubert: “The truth is I love you“,

Linhardt: “Lay your head in my lap and try to get some rest” & “Do I get a goodnight kiss?”,

Lorenz: I love you “as we huddle together, the storm raging outside”, Tea Left Untouched, “This is stupid but... could you sing for me?”,

Lysithea: Whenever we’re together I feel at home,

Seteth: “I want to be more than just friends with you”, Drawn to You,

#Fire Emblem Three Houses #fire emblem heroes #caspar x reader #claude x reader #dimitri x reader #dorothea x reader #Edelgard x reader #Ferdianad x reader #Hubert x reader #Linhardt x reader #Lorenz x reader #Lysithea x reader #seteth x reader

[not-like-other-readers]

Seteth X Mute!Reader

A/N; I don't see enough gay content for my liking in this fandom so I create my own. /j But in all seriousness this man is one of my favorite characters and since I can't romance him in game as anything but a woman I will make fanfic. Hope you enjoy this indulgance. Also sorry for taking so long I post when creativity hits and apparently not a moment before. /lh

Warning; This Y/N is heavily implied to be Byleth.

"Talk"

'Sign'

"Thoughts"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You toss and turn on your bed, before sitting up with a sigh, "Doesn't seem like I'll be getting any sleep tonight." You then stand up deciding to go for a walk around the monestary.

You walk for a while before deciding to head to the church. You enter the saints' chapel and are surprised to see Seteth standing in front of the statues of Saint Cichol and Saint Cethleann. You walk up beside him and wave startling him.

"Ah Professor," he says with a heavy sigh, "What are you doing out so late?"

'I could ask you the same thing,' you snark, a small grin on your face.

Seteth rolls his eyes but doesn't answer his gaze returning to the statues.

You wave your hand and smile at Seteth when he turns back to you. 'Are you sure you're ok,' you ask concerned.

Seteth's mouth twitches at the corner before he answers, "I couldn't sleep, war always makes it hard to sleep."

You nod in understanding, placing your hand on Seteths's arm. You both stand there for a little while, before you lean your head onto Seteth's shoulder with a heavy sigh.

Seteth subconciously wraps his arm around you, pulling you in closer, before turning to you. "Do you need help getting back?" he asks, tapping your arm to make sure you're still awake.

You lazily lift your arm, your hand almost settling in a no, but you hesitate and sign yes instead. Seteth nods and the two of you start walking back together. You stumble a little on the stairs and Seteth catches you.

"Professor, you really should be more careful," he scolds.

You let out a faint chuckle at that, but are slightly flustered when he doesn't let you go. You try and push away but blush when he picks you up instead.

"Apologies Professor but I cannot let you stumble around in the dark," he says matter-of-factly as he starts walking again, "How could we explain you being injured in such a way?"

You cannot argue not even if you wanted to with your hands wrapped around his neck keeping yourself from falling. However the rocking of his steps soon begin to lull you into sleep.

You feel as he begins to lay you down but you cling to him. 'Stay,' you beg sleepily as he tries to pull away. You strain your eyes open slightly to look at him, and see him with a conflicted expression. He sighs, "Just until you are asleep." You smile softly up at him and cling as he lays down. A chuckle escapes him in surprise. He places a hand on your head and pets your hair softly.

You then perk up heaing him begin to speak. "I worry too, professor. I don't know what I-," he coughs sharply, "We would do, without you. If we were to lose you..."

The 'again' goes unspoken, but you know what he meant. You sigh, leaning back, and sign, 'I won't leave. Not if I can help it. The first time was an accident.'

"I know, but that only feeds my worries I'm afraid," he chuckles sadly as you sit up.

You don't like seeing his face like this, Seteth's normal stern expression turned into a sad and vulnerable one. You lean in, placing a hand on the side of his face.

He looks up at you with wide eyes and decide to act on impulse- you lean in and kiss him. He stiffens against you, before relaxing and wrapping his arms around you. You try to pull back to gauge his reaction, only for him to pull you back in.

Finally, you pull back and look at his face. Your eyes widen as you meet his. Seteth's face is so open and you find yourself running your hand across it again.

"Y/N," he begins, startling you, as you try to remember if he has ever said your name before. "We-we should talk about this. However, tonight is...not the time. We shall talk tomorrow after the battle. For now we should rest."

You nod your head in agreement before pulling him down beside you. You give him one more kiss, before closing your eyes. You press your face against his chest, and the steady beat of his heart lulls you to sleep.

#seteth x reader #fe3h #seteth #fe3h x reader #fe3h seteth

[glowingbadger]

Thoughts on pillow talk with Seteth? Do you think he’d be the kind to go for compliments, or more like talking about the day to come and things like that?

Friend Anon it has been FAR too long since someone came here to talk to me about Seteth, thank you for breaking my dry spell.

As for pillow talk, there's the "immediately post-sex" variety and the "waking up together" variety, which I think are very different for him.

For immediately after sex, we're talking: - so much praise and adoration, all with that sweet, warm smile that only you get to see- some at the monastery sometimes doubt whether he smiles at all, let alone like this. It's so soft and gentle, and even though it brings out the creases around his eyes, it somehow looks very youthful on him. - he almost can't help being his most emotionally honest right after being intimate with you. He's ordinarily so private and reserved about his personal feelings, but while coming down from that rush of endorphins and feeling that emotional high, he'll hold you close and gush about how he adores you, and that he thanks the Goddess each and every day that he has you in his life. - having been in a committed relationship before, he also knows the importance of sexual communication, so he's also certain to check in with you about that. He'll make sure you have water, that you're comfortable and so on, and he's more than happy to hear what you enjoyed, anything different you'd like to try- especially since he's got quite a bit of stamina and a repressed libido to let loose, so he always wants to ensure that he was never too rough or demanding with you.

As for in the morning together: - on work days (which, for Seteth, is nearly every day that isn't an important religious holiday or feast day), he's almost certainly an earlier riser than you. He doesn't enjoy it, but it's a long-established habit, and he feels it necessary to stay on top of things. As you can imagine, there's not much snuggling and chatting on these days, but if you haven't woken yet, he'll still always kiss your cheek or forehead before heading to his office for the day. He'd be incredibly embarrassed if you ever caught him doing this, but sometimes, he steals just a moment or two to admire you sleeping peacefully, and reflect on how fortunate he feels to have you. - on the rare occasion that you two do have time together in the morning, he can be convinced to stay in bed and snuggle and/or chat for a bit- though you might end up gently scolding him for starting to ramble about everything he has to get done later. He'll smile shyly and say, "Apologies, my love, you're right that I oughtn't dwell on such things when we finally have time to spend together." - he'll also seize this opportunity to ask you about things you two haven't had the chance to chat about lately; something you've been reading recently that he'd love to hear your thoughts on, one of the monastery cats doing something silly, how your teatime with Flayn was the other day. He's an attentive listener, and cherishes the opportunity to enjoy such light and casual conversation with you.

#seteth #fire emblem #fe3h #feh #few3h #not sfw #fire emblem headcanons #seteth fire emblem #seteth x reader #fire emblem x reader #pillow talk #x reader

[frickingnerd]

secretly making out with flayn

pairing: flayn x gn!reader (+seteth)

summary: flayn and you secretly make out, trying not to get caught by seteth...

flayn and you knew you were playing a dangerous game

seteth was next door, doing some paperwork, while the two of you were making out with each other, always keeping an eye at the door, while being unable to keep your hands off each other

but the second you heard the door open, you pulled away from flayn again, sitting up straight and staring down at the book in front of you, pretending you were just reading quietly. 

seteth entered the room, not saying a word as he inspected the two of you

he was certain he had heard some strange noises coming from inside, but he had to be wrong

after all, the two of you were quietly sitting next to each other at an appropriate distance, reading that book professor byleth had given you

as much as he had hoped to find a reason to get you away from flayn, there was nothing he could do. he had no evidence anything had happened inside that room…

#fire emblem three hopes #fire emblem three houses x reader #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem #fe flayn #fe seteth #fe flayn x reader #fe seteth x reader #flayn x reader #seteth x reader #x reader #drabble #oneshot #fluff #kiss #x you #x y/n #x gn reader #fire emblem three houses

[cherry-flavoured-thot]

Hey, sorry for bothering. I was wondering if you can do a fire emblem heroes head canon with a child summoner reader, who has social anxiety (of extra drama you can add past trama but this bit is optional)? Again sorry for bother, I just think the idea is cute because tiny timid summoner.

Child!Summoner:

Alfonse, who feels so much guilt that they've placed the burdens of their world on a child to the point where he overcompensates by constantly reminding Summoner to ask him if they need anything at all. "Alfie I'm tired." Yes he lets them call him that nickname, and yes he immediately gives them a piggyback ride.

Sharena is the same, except she will let tiny Summoner hide behind her in social situations. When talking with certain heroes, Sharena will either be right by their side or nearby to jump in if it looks like they are afraid. Camilla is someone else who will allow Summoner to hide behind her if they'd wish during social situations.

"You've seen war child, and you mean to tell me people is what you fear?" Thorr sees the irony in it all, Askr's greatest weapon a child, whose knees threaten to buckle in gatherings of people. "Steady yourself, I will not allow harm to befall you." But she still tries to ease their worries regardless.

Grima calls Summoner, little worm and little human (affectionately). They aren't as sympathetic to Summoner's anxiety, as other heroes but Grima's presence alone scares off plenty of people. "Why worry yourself little worm? I will turn them all into ash and their foolish opinions with them." Yeah... not very helpful.

But if we want to be angsty, and Summoner has trauma, I just know Grima would be seething. "How typical of humans to turn on their own, not even their own children are safe from foolishness. This is why I will destroy them all."

Little Summoner has so many family members now. Hector likes to carry them around on his shoulders, Seteth and Flayn teach them how to fish. Ephraim teaches them how to use a lance, Felix teaches them how to use a sword but both of them make the mistake of handing the child one made of steel and are surprised when they can't even pick the weapon up off the ground. Seth was around when Ephraim was teaching Summoner, and was sighing the whole time.

Setsuna and Summoner have both been found just chilling in traps together, Setsuna's calm demeanor helps them to not panic. Xander takes them horseback riding and almost has a full blown panic attack because they immediately fell off the horse. Helbindi incites violence on anyone who makes Summoner cry.

#i like this #i always like little quirky summoners #cryptid summoner was my fave #fire emblem heroes #feh #fire emblem #fire emblem x reader #fe #fe x reader #feh x reader #alfonse #sharena #grima #thorr #hector #seteth #ephraim #felix

[fiction-box]

Would you write for Sylvain x Cursed!Fem!Reader? I don’t really mind what the curse is or how you’d solve it, so you can get creative with this one! :D

Hey, lovely! This was actually really interesting and super fun. It was nice to work with establishing subtlety and growing that into a nice crescendo for the story's climax. I really got to work out my brain on how certain characters would handle certain scenarios, and of course there was the matter of coming up with how the curse would be applied.

I hope this is what you were looking for!

Requests are open. The story will be continued under the cut.

“Good morning. We have a lot to cover today, so I’ll need everyone to sit down as soon as you walk in,” Professor Byleth commented over her shoulder, drawing up the battle strategy your class had been discussing for the past week.

You entered the Blue Lions’ classroom, a small black notebook in your hand as you moved to get to your seat.

“Oh,” your professor noted, “Seteth told me this was sent to you.”

She was gesturing toward a slim box on the edge of her desk. Maybe it would fit a pen? But then why would anyone go through the trouble?

“Would you mind if I opened it now?”

“The way I see it, it’s yours. You can do whatever you’d like.”

Curious, you took the box back to your seat. It seemed you were not the only one intrigued; Mercedes and Ashe turned to watch from their chairs in front of you.

“What do you think it is?” she asked, “I’ve never received a package before.”

Ashe gave a sad smile, “Neither have I. It makes me wonder.”

More eyes came to fall on you as the tape was removed from the edges and the lid was lifted lightly.

Upon seeing what it was, you gave a small gasp. Resting inside on a soft cushion was a deep blue pendant looped through a small silver chain. The necklace was understated, and undoubtedly to your taste. You would have picked such a piece out for yourself had you seen one in the market.

“Ooh!” Annette cooed behind you, bracing her hands on her table as she stood at her seat behind you, “It’s so pretty!”

“Someone…knows me very well,” you chose your words carefully.

Sylvain leaned in next to you, scanning over the necklace with a look on his face you couldn’t quite read, “Do you know who sent it?”

Good question. You would have to meet with this person and have a little chat. No one gifted something like this purely out of kindness. Not to you, anyway. But when you lifted the cushion, there was only a slip of parchment about as long as your index finger underneath.

You set the cushion aside, reaching in to turn over the paper.

Eternity

That wasn’t helpful at all. If anything, knowing that paper came with the box only made you more confused.

The phrase was iterated to your friends as you placed the necklace back in its place.

“Maybe it’s some new jewelry line looking to get its name out there,” Annette beamed, “Ooh, you’re so lucky!”

If that was the case, why pick an understated piece? On top of that, why you? Sure, you were the daughter of a Kingdom noble, but someone had to have gone out of their way for this. To learn that you were at Garreg Mach, and then to ensure you would actually receive the package?

Even Ingrid was interested, it seemed, “You should try it on. It would be a shame for it to sit away waiting for some special occasion. Besides, the jeweler would probably want you to show it off.”

You weren’t the showy type, but you could admit you were just as interested in it as she was.

“I suppose…” the attention from your classmates was beginning to make you shy.

They weren’t interested in you, though! It was the necklace they wanted to see, you reminded yourself.

Easily, the silver chain was lifted from the cushion and wrapped around your neck. Clasping it in the back, you found that it fell just below your collarbone.

Mercedes gave a soft giggle, “It looks wonderful on you! Ingrid is right, it would be a shame for it to collect dust somewhere in your room.”

She’s right.

“Okay, then. I…guess I’ll wear it often.”

Professor Byleth gave a small scowl from the front of the room, “Sylvain, I hope you studied your notes from my last lecture as closely as you’re studying that necklace.”

“What? Of course I did! I studied during the lecture.”

You noticed he didn’t even have a notebook.

“Very well, then. Why don’t we start by having you tell us more about the…”

~~~~~~

Thankfully, you had eaten a good breakfast this morning. The professor didn’t release anyone until long after lunch had passed. It didn’t help that you had spent every second writing down as much as possible to be looked over later.

You elected to bring your lunch with you to your dorm, mind focused solely on reviewing what the Professor had spouted during the lecture for the group examination tomorrow. It seemed she was more adamant about the topic of battalion management than the other subjects the monastery advocated.

An hour or two passed, and you had successfully copied the important bits of the lecture onto your spare pages. This way, your studies for the rest of the night were more efficient. 

By the time the sky turned to a dark midnight, you were still sitting at your desk in your room.

That’s enough for today.

Wanting to prepare for bed, you reached back to remove the clasp of the necklace you received. As though something was triggered by the action, it was set aglow with light.

Not right now.

“…”

Nevermind that it glows! You don’t want to take the necklace off. A new desire has overcome you.

You were in the mood for a stroll. Specifically, one to the woods outside of Garreg Mach.

The hallway was too dark for you to see properly, but you didn’t care. You shut the door behind you as you left, maneuvering about the monastery confidently until you came near the gates.

You stifled the glow of your necklace with one of your hands, sneaking around the guards as you let your feet lead the way. Somehow, these were the surest steps you had ever taken. Your destination was somewhere you had never been, yet one you were always meant to visit.

That very sense of determinism kept you mindlessly moving. Trees, leaves, grass, and several shadows drooping over everything stood as the only landmarks on your path. You treaded forth until you came to a gradual halt.

Calmly, you turned to your left. A woman in robes you could not clearly make out in the darkness made her presence known.

She approached you with a laidback ease; you were no threat to her.

And why would you be? You are safe with her. She only has your best interests in mind.

“Good to see you have accepted my gift, my muse,” the woman drew nearer, her hand brushing over your collarbone to touch the pendant, “You wear it well.”

You knew nothing of your current situation, but there was a settled feeling within you. There would be no need for questions. All the knowledge you needed would be provided, and what you weren’t told, you didn’t need to worry about.

A lovely way of saving your mind the trouble, is it not? Truly, she cares for you.

“Now, you must have seen enough of her at Garreg Mach to give me a proper report,” she gleaned, removing her hand from your neck.

Tell her all about your professor.

“Wh…why?” you managed. Your head was beginning to feel foggy, and you could no longer remember how you got here.

Hush. Do not ask questions. Only listen.

This voice in your mind was beginning to make your head spin.

“Perhaps you are too tired from your day to continue. You should not be able to resist.”

There were so many questions you wished to ask, but the blanket of exhaustion weighed heavier upon your mind than the cloud of curiosity.

“A major fault of my own design, no doubt. There is no reason to fret, though. I promise you and I will work through the problems together until we get this right.”

A rustle in the bushes caught your attention, though you didn’t get to point it out before the woman’s hand found your collar once more.

“Now, erase this encounter from your memory. Forget.”

~~~~~~

Byleth found herself working tediously at her desk an hour before classes were slated to start.

She saw you late last night, soundlessly following the gleam of your jewel until you covered it. By then, tracking you through the woods was child’s play. You did not seem yourself, so she played it safe and waited to learn where you were headed before revealing herself.

Only, she never did confront you in those woods. No, the problem ran much deeper than a student sneaking out after hours. It only took her noticing your strange gait and how the mage that appeared treated you to determine as much.

The professor needed information, though she would not have hesitated to attack if she believed you were in true danger.

It seemed the woman still needed you; however, Byleth could only hope to guess how long your usefulness would last. No matter. The witch had given her a day, and that was all she needed to form a decent plan.

The former mercenary silently debated whether to confront you directly about it or not. While it was true she left the scene early, Byleth still managed to learn that you weren’t in on the act, so to speak. Your mind was likely being surveyed, which meant asking any suspicious questions could ruin any element of surprise she might have. You couldn’t know she had a plan.

In truth, she wondered if you knew you were in danger, at all. Fortunately, there were some things she could ask.

Byleth noticed you enter the classroom a few minutes early. You had a few questions on her lecture from yesterday, it seemed.

“I would say good morning, but you look like you hardly slept last night. Were you up late?” she greeted.

Your brows furrowed slightly as you brought a hand to your cheek, “Do I? That’s strange…I actually remember falling asleep much earlier than usual.”

That was surprising. Did you not remember your encounter?

Beginning to cover the areas of confusion you wanted to discuss, the professor noted your strange clothing choice. A shawl was draped over your shoulders and covered your collarbone. You had never worn such an item before, so you must have chosen it for a reason.

Her guess? It was likely to shield the pendant from the notice of others.

Eventually, all of the Blue Lions found their way into the room and classes began. What the class didn’t know was that things would go a little differently today.

“Now, I know some of you may be upset or confused about this new arrangement, but there has been a schedule change,” she opened, standing at her desk, “Rather than doing our group work this weekend, our class will be completing its tasks today. Don’t ask me why, I don’t make the rules.”

Oh, she very much did make the rules, but nobody in this class would be so aggravated about the alteration that they would march up to Seteth just to verify the new schedule. Nobody in their right mind would contest her if it meant they’d be taking that exam instead.

“Partners and jobs will change, and as such will be decided by myself.”

There were a few murmurs at this.

You spoke out, “How long will this new arrangement last, Professor?”

“Only for this week, don’t worry.” Byleth looked to the list she had created before class, “Now, you and Mercedes will be on stable duty today. Dedue and Ashe will handle the cooking, Ingrid will go on sky-watch with Ferdinand from the Black Eagle house, and Dimitri and Felix will be working on weeding the grass.”

“What?” Felix complained, “Out of the eight other people in this room, why would you choose to pair me with him?.”

“Because it would bring me no end of lectures from Seteth to have you embarrass this House by falling out of the sky or burning a fish. Annette, Sylvain, please come see me,” she looked to her students, “but everyone else is dismissed and may begin. Your day ends when your task concludes.”

Students filed out of the classroom one at a time, Annette and Sylvain making their way to the front. Once the last student shut the door behind them, Byleth pulled the small paper she had been forming a plan upon out from her drawer.

“You two are going to have some very important tasks, but I’ll need you to keep this information private unless I exclusively tell you to share it.”

Sylvain scoffed, “What? Are others going to be jealous of our chores, Professor?”

“Do you remember the necklace your classmate received yesterday, Sylvain?”

“How could I forget after the commotion it caused?” he muttered.

“Well, I have reason to believe that piece of jewelry inflicted a curse upon her. The only time I know for certain we have is today, and we can’t waste a single second.”

Annette let out a noise of shock, “But Professor, why didn’t you confront her about it? Surely, if you had just taken her necklace off…”

“I couldn’t take that risk. There’s no way to know if that necklace can come off.” She glanced over her writing, “Just because I’m aware something is going on…just because I can get her alone…even then, I know so little that I can’t even be sure we have any advantage except surprise. We’re only going to get one shot at this, and we can’t give away that we know anything. Especially not to _______.”

She set the paper aside, “Annette, I’ll need you to do some research on curses and get back to me. Anything in the ranges of cursed objects, methods of cursing, and mind control should be good places to start. The sooner we know what we’re dealing with, the sooner we’ll know where to look for a solution.”

“Got it!” she exclaimed, rushing out of the room to the library.

“I’ll be joining you in just a moment!” Byleth called after her.

Sylvain leaned forward, “What about me?”

“You have a more…practical role to play…”

~~~~~~

Hours went by, Annette finally reporting her progress. The only way to break the spell was either by getting the mage to remove it herself, or by killing her altogether.

Best to prepare for the latter, Byleth thought. That woman didn’t look the type to go down without a fight. Or to play fair, for that matter.

Well then, she’d need to take away as much leverage as possible. The former mercenary seemed to recall that your natural exhaustion dampened your necklace’s control, the other night.

“Alright, listen up Annette. Here’s what I need you to do…”

~~~~~~

“Hey, Mercie!” you heard Annette call.

Currently, Mercedes was helping you brush out and dry off the last few horses. Today’s stallions were rather well-behaved, though it took no small amount of energy to care for the horses on a good day.

Things were also slowed down by the leisurely pace you two had been going at thus far, taking a break for lunch at one point and having a bit of fun with each other between tasks.

“What is it, Annie?”

The smaller girl gave a glance toward you before focusing on her friend again, “I, um…the professor wanted me to speak with you.”

“I see,” Mercedes nodded, setting her brush down. She turned back to you, “Please, just give me a moment. I’ll get right back to working with you once this is settled.”

“Take your time!” you smiled.

As the girls walked away, the voice that had been so present in your thoughts today grew louder.

What are they saying? They are keeping secrets from you.

No, you rationalized. They always did that sort of thing. The two were incredibly close far before you came along. Besides, this was something the professor needed. If it had anything to do with her more personal affairs, it was none of your business anyway.

Could it be that your professor is wary of you? Did you reveal the pendant? One can never be too certain, in these times…

The more you tried to reassure yourself, the more wary you became. Though you knew you were surrounded by those that would never hurt you, a feeling of dread had rooted itself within your mind.

A similar feeling came whenever your mind had its more…forceful thoughts…yet never was it stronger than when you dreamt last night.

With each swipe of your comb along horse hair, images would flood your mind. You, covering your pendant with a shawl. You, falling asleep early last night.

You, heading back into the woods tonight.

…back?

“I’m so sorry!” a voice snapped you out of your thoughts. It was Mercedes. Apparently, her conversation had concluded, but she remained standing next to Annette, “It seems the professor needs me to help her reassign vulneraries. You’ll be okay finishing the rest of this by yourself, won’t you?”

A reasonable excuse?

Of course it was. As the Blue Lions’ best cleric, Mercedes was always called to meet with the professor over vulnerary assignments.

…very well.

“No problem! Come back when you’re done, okay?”

Annette and Mercedes exchanged glances you didn’t quite like. Something told you she wouldn’t be coming back.

“Sure!” Annette cut in, “I’ll even help you out after I finish in the greenhouse!”

“Really? Thanks so much, Annette!”

But she must have never gotten her task done. Once the horses were locked up in their stables and the sky was painted orange, you were just as alone as when they left you.

Liars.

You didn’t want to hate them for it.

Some true friends you have. For them to abandon you after making promises like that…

They would never hurt you on purpose. Their chores were important, so it simply must have taken them longer than usual.

After a quick stop at the dining hall, you returned to your room. It had been such a long day, you were almost excited to get some rest.

Ah, ah. Not yet. You are meant to be going to the woods, remember?

Of course. How could you forget? You had only been thinking of that trip for what, a whole day?

Be not seen. Make haste.

Leaving your shawl behind, you changed into clean clothes before heading off.

The lovely glow of your favorite necklace shone down the hall as you went. Unfortunately, you needed to stifle the shine with your hand a few times to sneak off the grounds past the guards.

Why was this so familiar?

Just a little farther…

Greenery, darkness, moonlight, left.

A dark-robed woman revealed herself, “Fascinating. Tell me, do you know who I am?”

Who is she to you? Be honest.

“You-”

An arrow suddenly lodged itself in the woman’s shoulder.

“Augh-!”

HelpHelpHelpHelpHelpHelpHelp

The amulet you wore shone brighter than ever as all your instincts commanded that you protect her.

Surveying your surroundings, you spotted someone you knew holding the bow. It was your professor, and by the way she shifted her arms in the dark, she was going to nock another arrow.

Without thinking, you advanced. At least, you tried to. Your lunge was interrupted by a strong arm catching your waist, but it was clumsy and rushed. The counterweight caused both your own momentum and that of your supposed assailant to switch, bringing you both to the ground as you collided.

HelpMeHelpMeHelpMeHelpMeHelpMeHelpMeHelpMe

This mantra kept interrupting your focus until your back was against their chest. The two of you were in an awkward, semi-upright position as you struggled against the arms restraining you.

“You sure about this, Professor?” strained a man’s voice. A lock of red hair came into your field of view.

“Do it. It’s for her own good.”

Who you now knew to be Sylvain removed one of his arms’ grasp on you, reaching for something you couldn’t see. His hand returned just as quickly, though he held a small vial of herbs and pollen between his fingers.

Suddenly, you were flipped so that you were on your back on the ground and he was above you. He clamped one of his hands over your mouth, forcing you to breathe through your nose.

“Sorry about this,” he frowned as he popped the vial open and held it underneath your nostrils.

HelpMeHelpMeHelpMeHelpMe

But you couldn’t. After five quick inhales from your aggressive, breathless state, the floral mixture muddled all your senses together.

“Protect her until…” Professor Byleth’s voice faded out, though you watched her finally rush out of the bush, sword in hand, to confront the stranger.

…cold…it was so cold.

“...onastery…”

The sweetened scent haunted you.

~~~~~~

When you woke up, Manuela was with you in the infirmary.

According to the physician, you had been asleep for three days.

“Poor dear, you looked so pale. But you’re well rested now, and I think I’ve managed to flush your system of that awful pollen.”

The pollen…

“I remember that!” you sat up in a panic. “It was Professor Byleth…and Sylvain…”

“Yes,” Manuela laughed. “They filled me in once they came back with you. I swear, that boy worried himself out of an appetite the day they brought you back. He must have held the narcotic powder to your nose for too long.”

Subconsciously, your hand migrated to the lower half of your face.

“He blames himself, of course, but in all honesty I think it was more than that. Curses take a toll on your body as they are. Combine that with natural exhaustion, and that’s a nasty little recipe that’ll keep anyone out for a long time. Not that my telling him that kept him from checking in on you every few hours.”

After a few final checks, the songstress assured you that you were just fine before sending you off to the dining hall to get something to eat.

Needless to say, you couldn’t get there without talking with everyone you bumped into on the way.

Mercedes and Annette were the first to call out your name.

“Oh my goodness! I’m really sorry about lying to you,” Annette wailed. “I was really scared, but I knew the professor had a plan to keep you safe. I felt bad every second of it, though I know that’s probably not worth anything.”

You wrapped them both in a hug, “Please, don’t worry about it! I completely understand.”

“If there’s anything we can do for you, just let us know,” Mercedes offered.

“Of course.”

You smiled and waved at each other, parting ways as you continued on your trip to the dining hall.

More members of your house stopped you as you went. Dimitri wanted to apologize, promising he would attempt to prevent such occurrences in the future. Professor Byleth approached from behind him as the prince explained he was upset with himself for not noticing anything out of the ordinary.

Quickly, you assured him that no one did; you weren’t even aware you were cursed. Your teacher chimed in at that, saying she only found out by sheer luck. She threw a rare smile your way though, glad to have you back and happy to fill you in.

The necklace was given to Professor Hanneman and the woman was brought in for questioning, according to your professor. The woman had chosen to value her life over her secrets, it seemed.

“Thank you for everything,” you worried. “I don’t…that could have gone downhill way too quickly.”

“Don’t even think about it. You are my student; it is my responsibility to keep you safe.”

Her eyes slid past yours, as though she saw something behind you.

“In any case, Dimitri and I were just headed to the training grounds to spar with Felix and Dedue. Feel free to join us later, if you’re feeling better. We wouldn’t want to keep them waiting, though.”

“Oh, good luck,” you waved as they turned and left.

You heard your name from behind you.

Sylvain looked somewhat breathless, slowing up a few paces away by the time you shifted to face him.

“Sylvain,” was about as far as you got before he cut you off.

“I am so sorry,” he started. “Goddess, when we got you back…you were bruised, you were knocked out…I messed up.”

You were taken off guard. Such blunt sincerity wasn’t something you expected from him of all people.

…Manuela really wasn’t kidding when she said he was beating himself up over this.

“Hey…you saved me- you might have saved the professor too, since I know she’s who that woman was after. I have no clue what was in store for me, though I probably would have just kept living life trapped in limbo.”

“...maybe, but…” he struggled to find an argument.

“I know. Look, I-I’d rather have a few bruises than a chain binding me. You and Professor Byleth, you’re the reason I’m free. That’s more important to me than anything.”

“Right. Okay, then,” he nodded, taking a breath.

“So there. I forgive you.” You began to laugh, “Now look at us; I’m the one who’s worried. I don’t even think there’s a way I can repay you for helping me.”

“Oh, there’s no need for that,” he waved it off. “Although…you could come for a meal in the dining hall with me.”

“You’re in luck. I just happen to be on my way there right now,” you grinned. “Best not to leave a debt unsettled, right?”

He laughed, “I told you, you don’t need to think that way.”

Though the two of you went back and forth verbally, you went to the dining hall together.

And this time, the only voice telling you, this is right, was the one in your heart.

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